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Forgot to mention the 2nd pic reminded me of a dream where Zelda pulled down her panties on top of a tower and mooned the kingdom.

What happened to the blowout thread?

I've wasted some time on lesser omo writing, but I really am still working on the sleepover story!

All great pics, but the Zelda post is utterly gorgeous! The desperation and urination are only implied, yet it's one of the most pleasurable parts of the thread!

Beautiful and free!

I support this! I support this too!

I've only skimmed it so far, but I wanted to congratulate you on writing a fleshed-out story about poop desperation! I don't think I've seen a new one since the heydays of Nyou Fiction!

I've taken a lot of sitting pees in my day due to bladder shyness. It's a lot easier to calm your nerves and relax your muscles when you're sitting down. I hated doing it because it's unmanly, and this mostly happened on class trips where guys I knew might be able to tell what I was doing, but sometimes it was my only hope to for getting anything to flow. Fortunately I haven't had a nervous sitting pee in years, except for once at a rest stop. I also sit down if I'm having a bad stomach day because peeing can somehow trigger pooping and I'd rather be unmanly in my peeing than unprepared for sudden diarrhea.

I just wanted to answer your question and give everyone some tidbits for possible writings and imaginings, but it kinda turned into a long disorganized rant. I did a lot of holding at summer camp, and I'm sure I wasn't the only one. For starters I was a timid teenager who was always afraid of looking weird or commiting a faux pas. Before I had to bunk with other boys in college I wasn't used to being constantly surrounded by my peers, so despite all the fun times and happy memories there were tons and tons of stress. Of course that includes bathroom issues. At least I had some experience with "roughing it" which is more than can be said about many kids. Many of us came from a major metropolitan area and overprotective families, so this wilderess was pretty wild. I've heard stories about girls who made it to adulthood without learning how to pee outdoors or even understanding how it was possible. From what I gather the teens today are even more sheltered and helpless than we were. Anyway we were supervised by a handful of 20ish counselors who weren't all that more mature than us. Again, it was fun and free, but also felt like being stranded with your classmates 24/7. We were all in "cabins" (shabby little shacks) with the boys in 1 row of buildings and the girls in another. From what I hear it's standard practice to have a counselor staying in each cabin with the kids, but it was more free/dangerous at our camp. The howers and toilets were in a frighteningly run-down building (seriously, we had to avoid the spot were somebody put their foot through the floor) in between, maybe 100 yards from the closest cabin of each sex. It was 1 shack split in 2 for all of us, so ironically the girls and boys were closer together when taking a shower or sitting on the toilet than for most of our time at camp. We could hear giggling through the wall, and under the right circumstances I'm sure you could hear more embarrassing stuff. The stalls were tiny and looked like they could fall apart at any minute, but it could be worse. I heard about another camp where the stalls had no doors at all. I tried to do as much of my business as possible at the mess hall, which was a well-kept-up modern building (but also quite a journey from the cabins). I also tried to go to the restroom at times when it wasn't crowded. With bladder shyness at a place like that it can be a challenge to pee at all. We'd get in serious trouble if we turned on a light after "lights out" for any reason short of a life-or-death emergency, and it was really dark out there in the country. Getting dressed and walking to the restroom by flashlight was awkward and scary. We were supposed to use the buddy system, making things even more awkward, but I would just sneak out alone if I could manage it. The restroom building had lights we could turn on, which felt weird because it was like sending out a beacon telling everyone you were going to the bathroom. Rumor had it that some people were too lazy or scared to leave the cabins to pee, and found alternatives. In fact I heard that on a dare 2 boys peed through 1 hole in their cabin's screen door, which I didn't believe because it seemed physically impossible. Of course we weren't there to stay in our cabins (although there were 2 different "activities" that were basically house-arrest). There was hiking, rafting, sports, and all kinds of other well-hydrated outdoor activities far away from the nearest toilet. The more liberal counselors would allow hikers to break away from the group to answer nature's call (although doing so opened yourself up to mockery) while others insisted that if you didn't go before leaving camp you'd have tough it out until returning. I remember someone going down the line to make sure we were all carrying water as instructed, but I could be getting mixed up with my earlier memories of Boy Scouts where things were more authoritarian. At any rate we were well-hydrated, while there was gatekeeping at the other end. Between all the factors I've mentioned, it felt like I spent the majority of summer camp with a painfully full bladder. Fortunately I never came close to an accident, and I don't remember hearing about anyone else having, but you can see how there could be many crises/opportunities. On a totally separate camping adventure, the scuttlebutt of the day was the college freshman who had an accident because she refused to use a "primitive" toilet and held out all day for a "real" bathroom that never came. On the other hand, I heard from someone else that she never had an accident, she just held it for a while and complained. You know how it is with teenagers and gossip. I hope the experiences and rumors I'm sharing will give you guys something to work with for coming up with omorashi scenarios in a summer camp setting. Stupid dares could be another jumping-off point, since we are talking about a bunch of barely-supervised teens. Also voyeurism, but in my experience that's more the stuff of movies than reality. Then there's bedwetting. The boys around me were gossipy insult-throwing jerks, and I can only speculate what the girls were like when we weren't around, so if anyone wet the bed I imagine it would've been broadcast throughout the campgrounds in no time. Now the post really is over.

Would the mods post a graph of activity over the years? We don't need to rely on memories when there's data.

My favorite author on AO3 has been Tremblingstockings, but they haven't been active for years. I go by Graymalkin (not to be confused with Jonas Graymalkin, who has nothing to do with me).

Sorry I'm still not done! I got a new idea (for someone else to write) that was too good to keep to myself. The setting is probably historical because it's based on supersitions. I'm picturing a mansion or castle. A horned monster has been seen creeping around the grounds at night. The master of the house is afraid for himself and also his beloved bride since demons are said to force themselves on sleeping women. He hopes silver bars on windows and knobs on doors will protect them at night. For added protection he puts silver belts and chains around his wife's sleepwear. No demon's getting in her pants! The twist is that the horny beast happens to be his wife! She's a good monster, but silver still has the power to weaken and repel her and maybe even burn her flesh. She's going to be a wet monster if she can't find a way to get to the bathroom and undo her clothes while the rest of the household is sleeping.

In my experience regular camp can become omo camp very easily.

This prompt has been nibbling away at my head ever since I read it. Why would peeing around the perimeter keep werewolves away? Incidentally I googled "peeing around the perimeter" in search of answers and found an interesting thread. https://www.houzz.com/discussions/1708455/urine-for-roses

In my opinion it's one of the most attractive things a woman can do!

What's your AO3 handle?

The Amazon Fortress was a holy place. Exposing unclean bodily organs within those walls would be an insult to Diana herself. After 2 hours of eating and drinking in the Great Hall the lusty warriors were spreading legs and lifting skirts but the male servants handling the chamber pots were unable to relieve themselves unless dismissed to the outbuildings by female authority. The male consorts had a rough time as well. The chieftain's trophy husband learned how important the rules were when he casually asked for a pot. The burly woman laid the petite man across the table and pulled up his coat so only hose covered his tender buttocks. The other women prevented the spanking by shouting that a bottom like that was too good to bruise. Instead she taught the wanton young man a lesson by grabbing the biggest and fullest pitcher in the room and forcing it to his lips until he'd swallowed every drop. The remaining 3 hours of the feast were very hard on him but he stood by his woman.

Beautiful as always, but why is it always a bar? Can't they get desperate at a barn dance or a church picnic or something?

Just to be safe I'd like to ask did you draw my nurse and patient request and post it somewhere that I missed?

Does this mean they're back from retirement?

I can only think of one co-ed wetting story I've written. It's too short for its own thread so I'll just post it here. The night I turned 21 I drank too much. I'd never had a drink before so I didn't know I was overdoing it. I didn't plan it at all but my room-mate and his friends used my birthday as an excuse to party. Some people crashed at our place and there weren't enough beds and couches for everybody. My room-mate's friend's friend shared a bed with me. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling queasy but mostly sober. My inhibitions were back and I felt all shivery being so close to a girl. Worse, I'd pissed in my sleep. I think I jumped a little when I woke up and saw a dimly-lit feminine face inches from mine. Whatever did it she woke up right then. She didn't yell at me. Just humphed. She said she was gonna go to the can but now it wasn't worth it. There aren't words for my feeling when she sighed with relief and the bed got warmer and damper. She fell back asleep like it was nothing but I was wide-eyed and bewildered till morning. Everybody gave me a hard time for pissing in the bed but I never told anybody I'd had help. Since then I've hung out with the girl. We never mention that night but it's always on my mind. I wonder if it's on hers.

I was done in "The Conduit" by Garrus and the comments back there say it was already done before. It's an open-ended scenario so I say don't worry that it's not a totally original scenario.

Life has been getting in the way of writing, but finishing this story (at least part one) is high on my priority list.

This fascinates me. Could you elaborate? Would you consider writing a story? @DesperateJill Sorry the discussion distracted me from your story! I'll finish and review later!

I assume they all do it?