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  1. noobishlord

    Been holding today...

    Normally when I'm in the mood to wet (or mess,) I simply get into what I want to do either in and do it. Sometimes I plan in advance when I want to do it, but most often it's spur of the moment. Today, for some reason, I wanted to do a hold, despite the fact that I wasn't going to be alone for much of the day. Outside of my normal wake-up pee, I haven't visited the toilet at all while still drinking my normal amount. It's a much different experience, so far, let me tell you, as I never really do holds. I've felt the urge to pee for a couple hours now, and I'm still going on. I know I want this to end in a wetting, but I still have a few hours before I'm alone, so I'm going to have to hold on a bit longer. While still drinking normally, I wonder just how big this urge is gonna get. I've even started to feel the need to poo, so I wonder if I'm gonna mess when I finally give in to the urges. Anyhoo, that's what I've been up to today. Should I let loose when I finally get alone or should I hold on past that? What do you all think?
  2. OmarashiLover1

    Mojikue v1.4 (full release)

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    Its finally here! The full release of Mojikue at last. It is untranslated obviously.

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  3. I wanted to try my hand at creating a little interactive story for fun, but I didn't want to use original characters for my first time so I thought the PpG would be a pretty decent choice. Aged up to young adults of course. If anyone is interested, here goes: The Powerpuff Girls are freshmen at the same college you attend. They're already very influential members of the campus with Buttercup dominating in every sport she tries, Bubbles a favorite in her Drama and Arts activities, and Blossom a very talented member of the Dance team as well as holding the top spot on the Dean's List for her perfect marks in academics. Not to mention you see them on the news all the time flying around, kicking the crap out of monsters or bad guys, and saving the town. You can barely believe it yourself, but you've actually gathered up the courage to ask one them out. Who would you like to ask? Buttercup Competitive, spontaneous, and prideful. This girl is out to have the best time possible whether you’re on board for her shenanigans or not. Make sure to keep her entertained or she very well may drop the date then and there. She's up for just about anything except for places that are too 'stuffy' or 'fancy.' BC is not the least bit bashful about letting you know she has to piss, but she can hold on for quite a while and if she’s having a really good time with you she might even put it off. Blossom Very proactive and likes to have a set sequence of events for dates. Her perfectionist nature leads her to become rather nervous and uncomfortable if things aren’t going to plan, but if she’s comfortable with you she can be energetic and more open to change. She prefers simple and traditional dates, but play your cards right and she will still enjoy going somewhere outside her comfort zone. Convincing her to put off her scheduled bathroom breaks won’t be easy. You might have a chance if she really likes you, otherwise you'd better be ready to outsmart her or just depend on fate to be on your side. Bubbles Sweet, accommodating, and excitable. She prefers to go out to venues with many different activities to choose from, but she’ll be just as happy anywhere as long as she’s in good company. She is shy when it comes to bathroom needs and would prefer to subtly hint or just sneak off somewhere rather than bring it up.
  4. Dimwitrolo

    Middle of the night.

    I wake up. It was just a dream. Thank god. I push myself up against my mattress and look around. Nothing. Well, nothing I can see. It's pitch black. What time is it? I pick my phone up off the bed and press the home button - the light almost blinds me. I recoil backwards. It takes me a good few seconds to let my eyes adjust to the light - but when they do I find out it's 3AM. Three in the morning. Of course. Why would I not wake up at three in the damn morning? Well. Could be worse. Could be 2. I take bearing of myself. That dream's still got me thrown off - I don't really know what's real right now. I look down at myself. The usual - good. My usual pasty white frame, under my favourite green PJs. The shorts have ridden quite far up my rear, but they're still my usual shorts. That does explain why I could feel that in my dream. Bloody squid... I sigh and lay back onto my bed, with a subtle *poof* as I hit the mattress. My phone goes off again and I'm left in the dark once more, with only me, my PJs, and my surprisingly full bladder. I really need to pee. Damn. I hate that. Waking up with a full bladder. And I mean FULL right now. I really need to pee. Super bad. I don't want to get out of my bed! It's nice and comfy and warm and nice and....really uncomfortable right now. Stupid bladder. Why can't you not be full? Still, I suppose I should be glad it is full right now. I've woke up with it empty before... It wasn't my fault though - I was dreaming, and there was a toilet, and it was so inviting and realistic...Look, it wasn't my fault! I sat down, and when I woke up, I'd discovered that the toilet wasn't quite so real as I'd thought it was. What was real though was the cold damp feeling all up my body. My shorts and shirt, clinging to me, all the way up to my neck. That was a huge puddle. I'd been sleeping on my front too, I was practically kissing my wet... Ew. I don't want to go into detail... I didn't know I could even hold that much - well, I suppose I couldn't. Which is why I was in a puddle with a very empty bladder. Man did my room mates tease me about that. Well, they still do. Tara in particular. I tried getting my own back a week later, by putting her hands in warm water. Turns out that doesn't work. At all. Instead of wetting herself as she slept, she woke up and threw the water at me, then joked that I'd managed to wet myself again. Twice in a week. "Ha ha Sophie, if you keep wetting yourself like this, we'll need to get you diapers" Ha ha, real funny Tara. I'll get her one day. It was a year ago though, so they don't tease me quite so much. Usually. T-that's enough digressing for now - my bladder's begging me to empty it. I have to go sooo bad! It feels like a rock down there - christ, I can practically see it bulging out of me. Or have I gained weight? I press down on the bulge to be sure - it's definitely my bladder. Why did I press it! I nearly peed! Well, I guess I better get out of bed. I toss the quilt off of me and kick my legs over the side of the bed. The cold comes as a shock to me, and I almost being peeing where I sit. Almost, but not quite. I look around again. I've gotten a little used to the dark now, and I can make out some things. L-like the man, standing over me, watching me - Oh. Nevermind. That's just my coat hanging on the wardrobe. A-heh. Hmm. This bed is warm. Outside of bed is not. I really don't want to get out of bed. But I gotta pee so bad! Well...I've already got a reputation in this house. I guess it wouldn't hurt if I lied back down and just...No. I'm not doing that - gross! Man, imagine being so lazy you wet yourself rather than getting up. Just sitting and letting it all in your clothes, too lazy to get up. Hot pee running down you, leaving a puddle. I guess you'd have to clean that up, so that'd be more work. At least it'd be warm - Gross! What am I thinking this for. I'm not just gonna pee myself. It would be easier thou- NO. No peeing, not in bed. I throw myself forward and my bare feet hit the carpet. I nearly stumble forward, but I catch my balance. Even my carpet feels cold on my feet, compared to my lovely warm bed. I fold my arms as I shiver - the cold is really not helping my cause right now, I gotta go soooo bad. I step forward cautiously, step by step, as I inch my way to the door. One of my hands falls out of it's folded position so I can hold myself - I don't think I can hold it any other way right now. One hand clenched between my legs, I reach for the doorknob. And I miss. I swipe at the door a couple times until my free hand catches the knob, which it then twists to the left. W-wrong way. I twist again to the left and pull my door open, only to be greeted by the empty corridor. I jump. T-that shouldn't have scared me. T-that dream has really got me on edge right now, I don't know what's around the corner, or what's waiting for me, or....I have to pee so bad. I can't even think straight right now. I bend at the knees and bob on the spot for a few seconds, trying to make it less painful. Poking my head through the doorway, I look down the corridor to either side. I can't see fucking anything. My eyes don't get used to the dark either, so I'm pretty much blind. I can't walk down there - someone might be hiding! I know! I'll get my phone. That has a torch, right? That'll shine my - No it doesn't. I dropped it last week, and now the torch is dead. I can still use the screen light though, right? Yeah. I stumble back toward my bed, where my phone is lying somewhere. Even in the dark, my bed looks so inviting. The covers are still warm, I can make out the rough imprint of my head in the pillow. I just want to climb back in - but I can feel my bladder begging me not to. It's almost pulling at me like a dog, 'Don't do it!' it shouts. 'Empty me first!'. I guess I'm not getting into bed. Now I just gotta find my phone. Why does my phone have to be white. The same colour as my sheets - I can't see it for love nor money. I pat around on the edge of my bed, but to no avail. All I can feel is my bladder pulsating inside me as it reaches it's limit, begging for release. I lean forward further over my bed, pressing down on my poor bladder. It feels like a boulder inside me, It's so hard to hold it right now....Hnnnn....Crap! I think... I can feel...aww crap. Yeah, that's definitely something wet down there...I leap forward onto my bed - face first into my phone. At least now I know where that is. Why did I get back on my bed. Now I want to sleep again - damp spot or not. It's so comfy...It's so soft, and warm, and cosy and...getting gradually quite cold. I can't sleep right now - I'm really on the edge here. I'm really about to burst, I have to pee, I'm about to wet myself, I really need to...Well, to start, I really need to get out of bed. But it's so cosy! Ouch! My bladder reminds me why I'm getting out of bed with a sharp pang. I've already got a tiny damp spot - this isn't the time to be goofing off. I push myself back up with my phone in one hand, and once I'm stood up again, my other hand firmly between my thighs. I'm practically crushing my fingers between my legs I've got them so clamped shut. I step forward again, with the dim glow from my phone illuminating my path. In the light I can see my bare legs move forward slightly each time, barely daring to move away from each other incase the slightest gap between them would make me burst like a balloon - something which I think might happen. This is such a strange feeling right now - I'm still half asleep, but I feel wide awake too. I have to pee so badly right now - I don't have time to think. One leg after the other, ankles brushing past with each step, I slowly make my way to the door of my room again. Each step is agony as my heel hits the ground, sending a shudder all the way up to my oh-so-full bladder. Each time I think I'm gonna burst, but without so much as a drip, I edge forward. Step. After. Step. The hallway greets me again, this time with the dim light of my phone to show me down it. All the doors are closed. Tara's room, Jess's room, and of course, the bathroom. I swear to god, if someone's in there... Every single time I wake up needing to pee like this, Tara's in there - and it's always Tara. Without fail. Like she's doing it on purpose. I think she might just like to see me hopping up and down when she opens the door, practically peeing on the spot as she calmly and happily waltzes out the shower. One day she's gonna make me have an accident - I just know it. Then the teasing goes up again. "Ha ha ha looks like you really do need diapers" What I really need is to pee. But in relation to the story, a second bathroom. Or a bucket. You know what, if I do wet myself because of her, I'm gonna get some on her. Like on her feet - I'm not gonna throw it at her, but I'll try to make a puddle so big she gets her feet wet. That'll show her. Wet foot Tara. T-that wouldn't work. But it's gonna happen one day, she'll take too long in the shower, and I'll end up going in my shorts, leaning on the door, shouting as I relieve myself against my will. Hell, that last part might be happening soon if I don't get going. I step toward the bathroom, carefully treading on the solid wood floor ahead. The cold hits me like a truck, and I almost lose control again. It's so cold! Why is it so cold! I should have put socks on or something - but I'm not going back now - I can barely even think about putting pressure on my bladder - leaning forward to put socks on - why, I'd pee on the spot. I wouldn't have my sock up to my ankle by the time I'd be sat in my own little lake. Guess I'm gonna have to put up with cold feet. Sorry, toes. From this point on, each step feels like a minor victory. Tearing my feet from the floor and lurching them forward is far more effort than I'd care to admit, and I'm practically moaning with each step. Each cold step on the floor sends more shudders into my bladder, which threatens to burst each and every time. This is agony. But I've come so far - no giving up now. I step forward again and - Eep! D-did you hear that? S-something downstairs? I try to ignore my bladder and I hop over to the banister of the stairs. I look straight down, one hand holding my phone over so I can see downwards. Nothing. But I hear it again. "W-who's down there?" I whimper, trying and failing to sound at all confident. Something quickly scampers downstairs, going silent for a moment. It's burglars. Or a fox. Or a monster - something's in this house - I have to find out.... My bladder begs me not to - but this is more important right now. I can feel it trying to squeeze itself, but I hold back and shuffle my way to the end of the stairs. I stare down them into the hallway. Nothing. Pitch black nothing. I slowly hobble my way downstairs, my bladder screaming at me for every inch I get further from our bathroom. By the time my feet thump onto the floor at the bottom I'm ready to - Hnng! Crap...ready for that I suppose. I shiver as something warm slides down my leg - I can only imagine what it is. N-not much mind you, but that's definitely a drip running down my left thigh...down to my ankle...and it splashes on the floor. One drip. I-I'm okay. Is there a wet patch? I dread to look, but it feels like there might be. I run my left foot over the single wet drop on the floor to hide it, smearing it over the wood. I can't wet myself now - not in the hallway - Not when there might be something in here.... I step forward again, lifting my foot away from the damp spot on the ground. Now that foot is even colder in one very specific part. This is hell...I'm cold, I'm scared, and I'm on the edge of peeing myself in the hallway like a little girl. I swallow, and step forward again, waving my phone's dim light in front of me, as if it might help. Another step, my foot gently slapping the wooden floor as it lands. I pad forward with my other foot, as if testing the waters. Of course the water is wood - and the only actual liquid I can feel is the massive ball of it inside me - and the tiny damp streak down my leg. A single cool breeze blows through the house, stinging on my wetter skin and nearly causing another lapse in strength - but I don't lose a drop. I don't think I do anyway, it's hard to tell. I'm not getting colder down south though, so I guess I did fine. I step forward again. This silence is deafening. My quivering breaths seem to sound all around the house - I can hear my shirt move as I quiver here - a mixture of fear and an absolute need to relieve myself. I know which is stronger right now, and it's begging me to go back upstairs to that toilet...Just the thought of the toilet is gonna have me burst on the spot. I can't wet myself though...I can't. I'm 25, not 2. I can make it. I step forward once more, now in arms reach of the kitchen door way. I can make out the table in the middle - the chairs around it...I can just about tell the difference between the oven and the cupboards, and the- Shit! S-Something moved! I-I-I I'm not kidding! I saw something! I'm fully alert now, and stood back on my toes, clutching my phone to my chest with one hand. My other hand is - well, you know where it is. It's practically merging into my belly at this point. I stand dead still for a moment. An agonising, long, moment. My bladder is practically bursting out of me, but I'm paralysed by fear - Don't laugh! You would be too! It's 3 in the morning, I'm in my PJs, and there's something in my house! A-and I'm wetting myself! D-damn, that last part was meant to be figurative - but right now I think I'm gonna....Gonna... Hnng! B-balls. I did it again - another drip has just splattered onto the floor beneath me. At least that surge of energy has me moving again - I've gone from back straight and on my toes, to bent over double, staring at the floor, with my feet pointed inwards. As soon as I can manage, I glance upward. Kitchen comes into view. Silent. Still. Silent. Still. Sil-WHAT WAS THAT. "Yeep!" I yeep as I throw myself back at the wall as something black and tiny and horrible strikes onto the table - something awful and... Oh for fuck's sake. He's not horrible - he's Tiddles, the house cat. From next door. The black cat from next door. What's he doing in our - W-why do I feel so warm now? Crap! I peed! Q-quite a bit too! I must have been too shocked to notice, but I let out a big spurt just then - there's drips on the floor beneath me and everything! My hand's soaked over, there's a big wet patch on my shorts...and I feel very silly. I step over to the table and grab the cat by the neck, running my hand down his back to stroke him. "You absolute bastard, you..." I whisper, as I run my hands over his body. He purrs, steps toward me and tries to push his head into mine. One of my hands falls back to it's position between my legs, while the other scritches tiddles behind the ears. "You made me do this." I whisper to him, pointing at my wet crotch. I wouldn't usually bring so much attention to that to most boys, but tiddles is different. On account of him being a small black cat. Tiddles hops off the table and wanders around back into the living room. I watch as he slunks out of view. And then I remember why I'm down here. Another sharp pang in my bladder has me bent over double once more, ass against the wall. I moan quite loudly, followed by me blushing quite redly. I can't believe I just moaned like that...What would my house mates think if they could hear me. "Gee Sophie, why did you go downstairs last night, were you getting yourself off in the kitchen or something?" At least that would be more adult that just pissing myself. In my PJs no less. These were the PJs I'd wet before - that time I had the dream about the toilet and wet the bed - that time that wasn't my fault. I can't wet them twice. Well, I can't wet them anymore...I hope. I also should shut that window - I guess that's how tiddles got in, that would- "EEP!" I stand on my tiptoes again, clutching my chest once more, and splashing a little yet again. I hear a quiet catty yelp before I see a slightly damp tiddles make a beeline for the window - diving out of it like something out of an action movie. "You...furry bastard! Look what you made me do!" I whisper-shout, slamming my hand back into my now-warm-again crotch. All this pee down here, I'm surprised I still even have to go. There's a puddle the size of a small ash-tray beneath me right now. And a smaller one forming - I can feel that one. I've stopped peeing, but my shorts have enough soaked in that they're dribbling down my leg. I can feel a tiny puddle forming beneath the toes of my right foot - at least it's warmer than the tiled floor. G-gross. Well. I guess now I know what the noise was. I better shut that window. Once more, I labour onward, though not quite so awkwardly as before. There's some relief to my bladder, now that I've gone and lost some of it's contents already. Probably about two-shot glasses worth, but right now all I want is a pint. To get out of me. And the rest of it, too. It's all I can think of right now. Oh god I have to pee so much. Stepping forward is easier now, but I know it's gonna get much harder. I know what my bladder's like - I've been caught a couple times like this - the first leak big enough to feel relief is the most dangerous point. Because my bladder wants more - and it wants it now. I've had times back at my parents house where I've ended up like this. First leak is always the moment where I know that I've got less than a minute - my bladder replaces that leak and then some. I can already feel it compensating for lost liquid... I lurch forward, using my free arm to push myself along the kitchen counter to the open window. My feet slap on the tiled floor as I move, thundering through the silence of the house. When I reach the counter below the window, I stretch myself forward and grab the window handle - but I don't really notice myself pull the window shut - instead I notice a hot burst in my shorts, followed by my second hand slamming into a hot, fresh stream. Then the sounds of the window falling shut, and the splashing of liquid on feet. D-dammit. I leaked again. I'm so far gone at this point, leaks aren't even annoying me. I just kind of expect them at this point. I'm not gonna make it back to the bathroom, am I? At this point, I'm better off cutting my losses and peeing into a bowl or something. There's got to be one in the sink, right? The sink is at the farthest point of the kitchen, with a table dividing the room in two. If you stand at the sink, you have to walk all the way around the table to get back out. That doesn't sound like much, but right now, it looks like a marathon. But I'm bursting. I have to make some quick choices. If I reach the sink, there might be a dirty bowl, or a cup, or...something. I can pee in that. If there's nothing....then I'm fucked. I'm too short to hike myself onto the sink, and even if I wasn't, I'd wake everyone up as I crash into it. There's a sight for the room-mates, me pissing into a sink while moaning like I've just had the single best orgasm of my life - piss splashing and hissing as it sprays onto the metal surface of the sink. My legs hanging over the edge. And then me needing someone to help me back out. Not happening. On the other hand, I might make it to the bathroom if I leave now. But then I might not. I'm gonna risk it. Without looking up, I shove one hand between my damp thighs, and cling to the side with the other. Staring at the floor and bent over double, I drag myself toward the sink. As the cold metal of the draining rack catches my hand, I look up into the sink. An empty basin greets me. Fuck. The dishwasher's next to me at least, if there's something dirty in there, I can pee in that, and put it back... I yank it open, only to be greeted by the rare sight of it being full of clean crockery. The ONE TIME Tara decides it's her turn to do the dishes...why couldn't she have left it off! Like she usually does! I swear, she does this on purpose, it's like sh- FFffffffffff-FUCK! It happened again - I spurted. I fucking spurted again. A splash on the floor behind me, and a hot burst around my backside - it's undeniable. That was a spurt. I'm inches away from having a complete accident in my PJs. That spurt's taken a lot out of me - I stand on the spot, breathing heavily as I try to catch my breath. Each breath into my body presses down onto my poor, poor bladder. I know I feel a couple more drips make their way into my shorts as I breath in - at least two....make that three. This is it. I've lost. I'm wetting myself. I'm...I'm 25, and I'm wetting myself in the kitchen like a dumb....kid. Ffuck... No. No. Not happening. Not now, not happening. I wipe a single frustrated tear from my face with the wrong hand - now my face is wetter. No time for that though - I can wash it later - right now, I've gotta go. I NEED to move. My legs don't wait for me to tell them - they just move, as best they can. By which I mean they shuffle forward, clinging together like magnets. Quite wet magnets. My feet slap on the floor with every step, though now the slaps sound slightly wet. Which is disheartening to say the least. I try to get a glance behind me, and I catch a couple of wet foot prints on the floor, amongst a significant number of drops. My body-twist forces out another few drips - mostly splashing the ground, though one scores a direct hit on my ankle. I hear myself whimper again. "Come on. Not now." Good. Now I'm talking to myself too. This is going well. I stumble forward further, making it to the hallway before I'm caught by another desperate wave. My body tenses, and so does my bladder. But so do my fingers - the real heroes of the day. A single drip manages to make it out through my valiant defense, and it dribbles down my left thigh silently. Uwaaaa! It ran over my kneepit... Come on. Not long. I lurch my way forward to the steps again, with more effort than ever before. The cold seat of my shorts is now motivating me - I want to make at least half the steps before it goes warm again. God, look at me - I'm not even bargaining to make it any more, just to make it partially. 'If I can just reach the bathroom before I wet myself'. No. I'm making it to the toilet. I WILL Make it. I have to make it. The steps loom over me like a mountain. I've never been mountaineering, but I'm sure I'm getting the experience right now. The steps ahead might as well be snow-capped for all it's worth right now. That wouldn't be so cold as this damn floor though. Up I go. The first step is agony, and it doesn't end well. I've barely planted my foot down before I hear familiar dripping of liquid on wood, and feel a familiar heat of fabric. I don't try to stop myself though - that's a losing game - I charge up the stairs. I stop trying to hold back, and instead I throw my feet upward, two stairs at a time, doing my best to ignore the sudden burst of heat running into my shorts. Doing my best to ignore the obvious trail of damp carpet beneath me - it's not massive, but it's obvious. Like I've spilled tea up the stairs, but instead of tea, it's....Well, we both know exactly what hot liquid it is - not something I want to drink for sure. I don't stop myself running until I hit the wall of the landing upstairs, by which point my shorts are very wet, very warm, and very much dripping. I force my bladder shut. Ahem. I force my bladder sh- Why isn't it stopping. I try and I try, but I can't halt the stream - I'm leaning against the wall, both hands pulling myself up so hard I might lift off the floor, but there's a trickle that WON'T STOP. I'm past the point of stopping now. I have to be. I can't make it any more. I'm wetting myself. I push my hand to the left and throw the bathroom door open. It swings open, and the toilet greets me from across the room. Such a sight for sore eyes right now - finally I can... S-stop! S-STOP! I can't! My bladder's lost it - I can't hold back. I've got one hand pressing into me as best it can, but pee is being split into my palm like it's nothing. It's running through my fingers, it's running down my shorts - it's splashing against the floor, over my feet, onto the carpet! And I can't stop it! I'm completely peeing now! There's no stopping it - my bladder is out of control and emptying itself into my hand. Into my shorts, into my hallway. Hot liquid streams down both my legs, wrapping around my thighs and my calves, wrapping around my ankles and streaming between my toes. The carpet beneath me is getting sodden and hot as I stand here, urinating into it. But I can't stop it! No matter how hard I try! Time for plan Z - make it to the toilet. At least I can keep the floor dry if I - I can't move. FUCK!. I'm putting too much effort into stopping the flow - ceaseless though it is. I stare at the toilet from my rapidly growing hot wet podium, and it almost stares back, as if to tease me. Fuck it. No more holding. My hand falls from the stream beneath it, and I stop trying to hold. My hand flicks warm pee forward as it moves, and as I give up on holding my stream bursts into a spray, complete with a thunderous hiss. The shock of it almost stops me, and it certainly leaves me moaning like I'm doing something that usually involves another person. Either way, I'm sure I've woke up at least one house mate. As the shock fades, I realise what I'm doing - and what I'm doing is peeing at full force. Into my Pjs. I can do this. I take a deep breath - still peeing as I do - and consider my plan. I'm gonna dive forwad into the bathroom. I'm gonna throw myself into the shower, and I'm going to wet myself. I am going to quite deliberately wet myself into the shower. I'm already wetting myself - I'm way too into this right now to stop. I can't - I've tried. I might as well wet myself somewhere that won't ruin the carpet. I don't want to get pee all over the toilet seat, and the sink is out of the question. It's now or never. I take one more deep breath, I continue to wet myself, and I charge forward. My feet slap on the tiled floor, throwing dribbles of pee from my soaked shorts around me as I do. I try to ignore it. Another step forward, and another, and one more, and then I throw my body at the shower. It slams against the walls, spraying droplets of pee from my shorts onto the tiled wall - but I've finally made it somewhere safe. I've made it. I'm wetting myself. But I've made it. I bend over again, ass against the wall, peeing loudly into my PJs, holding onto my knees for support. My PJs glisten in the dim light, and pee pours from the leg-holes. Pee crashes down the wall behind me, pee streaks down my legs, pee pours onto the base of the shower, pee...Pee. I take in one more deep breath and sigh. I've never felt so glad to be wetting myself. The relief finally hits me and I moan again, leaning back against the wall and closing my legs together, letting the pee run between them - it's so warm... This feels so strange... I've gone from trying so hard to stop, to letting it happen... Pee's gone from feeling gross and bad, to so nice and warm...I love the feeling as it pours into my shorts - I love the heat of my damp shorts clinging to me. I love the warmth as more pee runs over my legs and pools around my bare feet. I love the warm puddle I'm standing in. I even love the look - yellow streaks down my pale legs, a yellow puddle around my feet and draining into the shower drain. I let my head fall back against the wall and sigh again, though it turns into something of a giggle. My. God. This. Feels. So. Good! Hahh..Hahhh...I can't believe this. I'm wetting myself. I really am. Did I mention that? Because I'm really, actually wetting myself. I'm peeing my pants, I'm soiling my shorts, I'm having an accident, I'm...loving every moment. I never knew relief could feel this good.... Haaaahhhh..... After what must have been a solid minute, it stops. The hiss stops first, shortly followed by the tickling stream on my thighs, followed by the constant heating feeling around my ass. The fabric begins to cool. The dripping stops, and the streaks down my legs slow down until they're just the wet streaks left behind, glistening. The puddle at my feet shrinks, and shrinks....and it's gone. It's just me, alone, in the shower, in my wet shorts. I giggle. I know, it's silly, but right now I feel amazing. I pee'd so much, I had to go so bad - and now, I don'! Isn't that amazing!? It sure feels it...wowww.... I sigh, and I let myself slide down onto my backside. I kick a couple of shampoo bottles out the way as I slide to the floor. The seat of my shorts is soaked and cold. The front of my shorts are the same. The floor of the shower is slightly yellowed as remnants of my accident still sit there, waiting to be rinsed away. I look down at myself and giggle again. I look up. I take a deep breath. I've gotta clean all that mess up. All the puddles downstairs, the wet carpet at the top of the stairs...the wet floor in here. And then my wet PJs too. At least this time I didn't wet the bed. I push my hands down on the floor and- "Soph?" I freeze. The light comes on. "What are...." Tara begins, before she cuts herself off with laughter. "W-wow!" "D-did....did you see that?" "All of it." She answers with a smirk. "From the second you hit the top of the stairs." "F......fuck." "Yeah, 'fuck'." She smiles at me, carefully stepping toward me to avoid the tiny puddles across the floor. She squats down in front of me, forgetting that she's wearing a night-dress. I can see straight into her striped underwear. I can't help but glance - not in a lewd way - I just can't help it. She notices and smirks at me though. "See something you like?" She asks. I ignore her. "You...you won't tell anyone, w-will you?" I mutter. "Hmm...Should I tell everyone I caught you masturbating in the shower? Covered in pee?" "W-what, I wasn't doing that!" "Oh, you liar!" She says. "I heard you moaning - you loved every second!" She says, leaning in toward me. I can feel her breath on my chin now - she's inches away. I can't pull my head back - it's already pressed to the wall. "I...I wasn't...I swear...." "Sure. Sure you weren't." She says, smiling at me, and putting a hand on my thigh, just below my shorts. "P-please don't say anything..." I ask, politely. "Hmm..." She says, thinking. "What do I get in return?" TO BE CONTINUED
  5. Years ago there were a small bunch of online communities that were focused on pee holding and desperation rather than on wetting, such as Katrina's Hold Your Bladder Forum, Holditin on minuteboard, and many groups on Experience Project, but all of this communities are dead, now. Where do the people from those boards migrated to?
  6. View File DaniPicas, Meli kitten desperate fingering till they both explode Full nudity Dani picas and Meli kitten both lay on a sofa with full bladders and begin to finger each other until they both cant take it anymore and gush pee all over the place. If there are any problem, or i break any rules in uploading this, feel free to remove them Enjoy! Submitter Sam9 Submitted 08/13/2018 Category Desperation Clothing  
  7. Version 1.0.0

    39 downloads

    Well these Japanese ladies need to pee and apparently don't want to squat. Standing pee fun with lots of splashes and drips. Enjoy, Rach

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  8. View File JAV - F41-02 - Fancy Standing Public Peeing Well these Japanese ladies need to pee and apparently don't want to squat. Standing pee fun with lots of splashes and drips. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/15/2018 Category Peeing  
  9. omorashi king

    female Beach party desperation

    Ok so I just got home from a beach party and it was amazing I had so much fun. But tonight was filled with lots desperate moments. Now I was wearing a beach pants and a white shirt cause I mean it’s the beach what else I’m i going to wear so I went to the party with a few friends and they where driving as soon as we got there I was offered a drink well of course I took and and for the rest of the night I was steady drinking beers. Well after a little while I felt a small urge to pee but I didn’t bother but it soon after tho it was getting bad and and all the public bathrooms where already closed ( you think when they decided to have a party they would at least open the bathroom) so I decided to make a walk down the beach I watched the near by park and thought to find somewhere inside there to pee but I continue walking down the beach there where so many people and I didn’t really wanna pee in public like that so I keep walking. But the more I walked the more I saw people and then I leaked I paniced and started walking faster I saw this point behind some rocks where there wasn’t any people so I decided to go there but then I leaked again and again till I stared to completely pee myself. Omg I’m actually peeing myself in public I just stood there in complete shock luckily no one noticed and my pants where already went from party in the water. Well after 10 minutes I went back to the party. After being in the middle of the dance for like and hour I felt a urge again but I ignore it again but a little while after I couldn’t put it off any more. I went back to make the same walk as before but before I could even half way I leaked. Then I decided to do it in the park as soon as I entered the park the urge became really bad like I was constantly leaking in my pants I saw this building and send fuck it I’m not going to pee myself twice in one night so I ran behind the building pulled it out and peed for at least 2 solid minutes. The relef was so good and I went back to the party at this point I thought I was done being desperate for the night but I was sadly wrong. The party had jus finished and me and my friends was heading home. A couple minutes after entering the car I felt a small urge again I thought it’s only a 15 minute drive I could make it but there was some traffic and it took us 15 mins just to get out of it. After that it was smoth salings from there. Since I live the closest I was dropped home first as I came out the car told my friends bye and went inside with my hand between my legs. I ran inside and straight to the toilet almost didn’t make it as I was leaking the whole time well that’s my experience hope u enjoy
  10. How many people have fantasized or have personally experienced being desperate when enjoying the great outdoors? I have always dreamed of spending a trip/vacation with someone hiking or camping while being completely and utterly desperate with one another. It is a dream that one day I will hopefully makea reality...but in the meantime what are some of your experiences? Was it planned? Were you by yourself or with multiple people? How did you get desperate in the first place? I would love to hear from both men and women so feel free to leave your responses below 🙂
  11. Phentaiee

    Zone Pink

    I’m pretty sure I need to put a warning for this, so WARNING! There IS nudity here! There are also a few things I need to say before I start. There is not going to be any omo for a short while. I promise it will be here soon, but it’s not here yet. Also I made the first drawing a while before I made the second drawing. I was going to make them on the same day, but I forgot that I had 2 images rather than just one. You can tell there was a definite time gap between the two drawings An eighteen year old girl named Emily Omono was laying in the middle of a road, unconscious. She was not hit by a car. There are no working cars for miles. She had not passed out here after a night of drinking, as she didn’t really exist before this. At least, not here... Emily was in the middle of a simulated world called: “Zone Pink.” “Hello? Wake up already! This is the seventh time I’ve checked in on you!” A voice near to her called out. The voice was male, but not intimidating in the slightest. It wasn’t a high pitched voice, it was just… unthreatening. That’s the first thing Emily thought when she heard the voice. “Who- who are you?” She asked, waking up, very unaware of her surroundings. “You are not to know who I am! I am not your friend!” The voice called out. Emily looked around. She saw what looked like an abandoned city. She didn’t see anyone, but she did feel pretty cold. Why was she so cold? “I am not with you, I am just the announcer voice. You are in a deserted area. Nobody is here, but that’s good for you! While I’m sure you wouldn’t want anyone seeing you like that… that’s the least of your concerns right now! There are monsters in this world. But the worst monsters of all, are the humans that inhabit it.” A quieter voice was heard saying: “Nice!” And a high five was clearly heard following it. Emily was wondering what he meant by that when she realized why she was cold. She was completely naked! Emily stood up and started frantically searching for clothes, or something to cover her up. “Your efforts are futile! There is no clothing here! Your best bet would be to search the desert to your left, but it’s enormous. You could never search the whole thing.” Emily noticed that she was on a city’s edge, and was bordering a desert. She also noticed that the sky was a pink grid. Emily started walking towards the desert, but was very slow, since she was trying to cover her privates. “Nobody is here, I am the only one who can see you, and I’ve seen enough of you while I was waiting for you to wake up. Shit, that sounded creepy! Wait! Why am I worried about being creepy? You should fear me!” The voice announced. “I’m not afraid of you at all!” Emily groaned, already annoyed with this guy. “Just tell me what to do to get out of here!” She asked. “The only way out of here is to die, and you won’t be returning home afterwards. Your body has been transported here, and it will remain here for the rest of eternity! Your job is to make do in an apocalyptic wasteland and survive as well as you can.” The voice said. Emily took her hands off of herself, and started briskly walking over to the desert. She was terrified on the inside, but wasn’t going to let this annoying voice get the satisfaction of scaring her. After a good twenty minutes of walking, Emily stopped caring about her dignity. She was losing hope of this being some “big prank”. She started to realize she was actually stranded in a desert, naked. Just as she was about to give up, she noticed a skeleton in the distance. She ran over to it, and found a rusty spear, and some boots. “Is… Is that it?!” She yelled in frustration. “That’s only a start! You’re lucky you found a weapon before something else found you! Also, you won’t get blisters now!” The voice said. “Wha!?! I forgot about you! Have you just been looking at me this whole time?!” Emily asked. “Yes, but I won’t be able to for much longer, the thing I’m using to contact you is running out of power and you're not interesting enough for me to waste money sending in a new one. If you have any questions, ask them now, because you won’t get any more.” The voice said. “Ok, what is this place?” Emily asked. “This is Zone Pink, a simulated nightmare!” The voice answered. “Wait, are there other zones? Like zone orange, or zone yellow?” Emily asked. “No. Zone Pink is the only zone, as far as you know.” The voice said. “As far as I know? Does that mean there are more and you don’t want to tell me?” Emily asked. “No! Zone Pink is the only zone! As far as you know…” The voice responded. “It sounds to me like the author of this story hasn’t decided whether he wants there to be other zones yet and has decided to make it cryptic so that he can decide later.” Emily exclaimed. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” The voice sighed. “Oh, also, you said this was simulated? Like a game?” Emily asked. “Yes I suppose you could say that.” The voice answered. “Ok, so if I were to put on these boots and they were to give me 2 defense, would that be 2 overall defense for my entire body or just 2 defense for my feet?” Emily asked. “Oh! That is actually a very good question! And the answer is…” What is the answer? A. The boots give her 2 defense, regardless of where she is hit. B. The shoes only protect her feet.
  12. View File Danipicas- Meli locks my pants and gets me desperate. As promised, Danipicas and her padlocked jeans. I'l be uploading the video that she mentions at the end later tonight or tomorrow. Enjoy Submitter Sam9 Submitted 08/09/2018 Category Desperation Clothing  
  13. its been a while since ive posted I know but thought id bring you this. its my favourite video of all time. was removed from the only site it was on years ago and found it today buried in the back of my folders !!!ENJOY!!! tights.m4v
  14. Anubis

    Flowing Creek

    I haven't ever tried writing an interactive story before, but it looks like it could be fun. A lot of good ones have been posted, so I'm going to give it a shot. It's been a while since I have written anything and I don't have a good track record when it comes to finishing stories, but we'll see how this goes. This story is based on a personal fantasy of mine, but I won't say much more about it because more information will be available later on. Anyway, here we go. *** Flowing Creek You wake up in what looks like some sort of a cheap motel room, to the sound of birds chirping outside. You are facing towards the outer wall, so you can see sunlight coming in around the edges of the curtain over the window. You feel the need to relieve your bladder, but it is still bearable for the time being. For a moment, you allow your eyes to wander around the room before lifting your head off the pillow and sitting up. You look down and realize that you are still wearing your t-shirt, jeans, and socks. The lower half of your body is still covered by the blankets, but you can tell what you’re wearing beneath it, from the feeling of the material on your skin. You are unsure of how long you were asleep, but what you are sure of, is that you have never seen this room before. You take a good look at your surroundings. The walls of the motel room are a milky white and the curtain over the window has a grey and black checkerboard pattern on it. About a meter away from the foot of the bed, directly in front of you, there is a stained, oak dresser that is about two meters wide, and there are only two doors in the room. One of them leads to the outside, but the other one, about two meters to the right of the dresser, leads to what could either be a closet or a bathroom. You get an uneasy feeling about the situation. Where am I? You wonder. Since you are all alone, you try to rack your brain, hoping to remember where you are and how you got there. The only thing you can remember, is going on a mid-summer road trip, with a friend that you’ve known for years. The two of you grew up in Ontario, Canada and went to the same college. You recall traveling through a heavily forested area in Manitoba when you were both caught in a sudden, intense rainstorm. The only other thing you remember is seeing a blinding flash of lightning, but everything after that is a total blank. Right beside you to your left, there is a small bedside table. Sitting on top of it, you find a clipboard with a single sheet of paper on it. Taking hold of it, you notice that the paper contains very personal information about you. There is an ID photo of you in the upper, right-hand corner. In the upper, left-hand corner, there is a line that says that your identification number is FC-05202018. Beneath the photo and your assigned number is everything else about you. What does the sheet say? This will be used for character creation. Include as much information as you like and I’ll fill in anything that gets left out. If any artists would like to create the character’s ID photo, then feel free to do so. This will give me an idea of their appearance, without you having to put all of the info in. General Info Name: Gender: Height: Hair style/color: Eye color: Body type: Age: Personal Info Personality: Interests/Hobbies: Fetishes/Kinks: Sexual Orientation: Breast size (if applicable): Butt size: Bladder size: Holding Ability: Extra Things Underwear appearance: Notable features of outer clothing (If applicable): *** There will be more coming after creating a character. After 48 hours, if there is only one suggestion, that will be your character. If there are more, then the one I like the most will be your character while the second best may be used as the identity for your character's traveling companion on the road trip. This time frame can be extended upon request for any ID photos. Constructive criticism is welcome, if you have any. My goal will be to post a new part to this at least once a week, with 48 hours between each post available for making decisions for where the story will take us, so hopefully we'll have some fun on this adventure.
  15. Hi everyone! Its me, Kozmo! This isn't the next part of Lotto, rather this is an experience I had the other day coming home, due to an unfortunate misunderstanding I had with both my own brain and my scheduling. This will likely be a shorter one, due to the fact that it wasn't really planned out like a lot of my stuff, it just happened due to circumstance. Basically I was at my friends apartment, and had been there since the previous evening. There were a few of us and we had a few drinks. I was in a basic getup, black tank top, denim short shorts, black knee highs, and black and red lacy undergarments. My hair was tied up in a ponytail so I actually got to show off most of my tats, including the one on my upper back. Hardly any of the stuff that happened while I was there actually matters, it was just a lot of alcohol and video games. The things that really matter are as follows 1. I wanted to go home that evening. We had gotten pretty sloshed the previous evening, so this was the wind-down day. To get home from my friends house, I to walk a few blocks to a bus stop, and then ride two busses to get home, with the total ride taking well over an hour, just because I live in an inconvenient spot for bus routes. 2. I wanted to be lewd when I got home. When I get drunk, I get lewd. (Some people take advantage of that and it makes me sad when I wake up the next day but this is not one of those days.) When I get lewd, I usually think about omo. Because my lewdness involves omo, I drink more, which gives me more alcohol sometimes, which makes me lewder, meaning more omo, more drinking, you get the idea. Therefore, my idea was for lewd omo things when I had gotten home, and I had already started filling myself up very substantially with wine and beer looong before I was even due to leave. And perhaps the most important part that you should know heading into this 3. Is that I got the fucking bus schedule wrong. As finicky as I am regarding just about everything in my life, you'd think I'd get that much right. I normally use google maps to double check arrival times, but remember how I posted that status the other day about how I ran out of data? Yeah. I thought it came every hour to that specific spot, :45 on the dot. Turns out there's an hour it skips, for whatever reason. So I leave the apartment, mildly buzzed and needing to pee like you wouldn't believe. I walk my walk, savoring the feeling of the waistband pushing into my bladder, stopping every little bit to knock my knees a little. I had to pee. Emphasis. I thought I had this perfectly timed. By the time I'd get home, I'd be extremely close to bursting, and I could savor the fun. I did make it to the bus stop eventually. I sat down, crossed my legs. I hopped on a discord voicechat via the wifi at the cafe across the street with some friends and tried not to let my voice tremble. The bus would be here in 5 minutes after all. Except it wasn't. And I panicked. Oh BOY did I panic. I almost aborted right there. Almost. But I'm me, and you know how I work. Half of my brain screamed abort, find bathroom. The other half screamed, CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. So I checked google maps, now that I had a wifi spot, and that was when I discovered the bus in question would not arrive for another hour. The duel voices screaming ABORT and CHALLENGE ACCEPTED intensified, and the latter won out. I went to said cafe, sat down outside, and waited. And waited. And trembled and tried not to desperately moan into my earbuds mic on discord. And waited. And then walked to Burger King because I wanted spicy nuggs. Which I got a drink with, because I'm ME. Then I went back and waited some more. It was at this point I was doubting my ability to hold it. I mean yeah I was desperate to pee beforehand, but this was like, advanced desperation. The end might be near desperation. Uncertainty setting in desperation. You know what I mean? I finished my nuggs and my drink and I went back to the bus stop. My walking was as if it was on eggshells, and I was starting to sweat from the effort of holding it. I wanted immediately to be able to sit back down, but luckily I was still in that voice chat so I was able to keep my mind off it at least a little. Then the bus came. I saw it and my brain ticked that my journey home was actually beginning! And I leaked! Shit. I felt a substantial spurt fire out of me almost simultaneously the second my brain registered joy. I didn't have to look to know the denim had been darkened between my legs. But I was at a bus stop. There was people on the bus, there was people getting ON the bus, I sure as hell wasn't going to make a show of guessing. I just got on the bus, kept my legs together as I could keep them, and sat right in the front by myself, and just kept my eyes on my knees, a bead of sweat trailing down my head. I didn't have discord to keep me occupied anymore as I was leaving wifi, and now I was surrounded by people. But I wasn't going to lose it on the bus. I was not. I'm a very eyes on the prize girl. I sat there, I rubbed my legs together, held my purse on my lap, wiggled around, the full half an hour until I had to transfer busses. The bus that was not at the transfer yet. Fuck me, right? So now I'm standing outside on the bus stop, most people have filed out. Mines the last bus out, and my neighbourhood is the last stop. Remember what I said about inconvenient bussing? It actually takes me fucking forever to get anywhere from home, and then back home. Good thing I'm a couch potato. Its cold outside, because now its dark out, good ol' nighttime, and I'm standing on a main street just about to pee my shorts. The reality of that hit me pretty hard, and I leaked again. Not a lil leak. A my face went immediately pale because that's really fucking visible leak. I felt a gush push out of me, soak my underwear, the crotch of my shorts, and trail down my thigh, off my knee, and patter on the ground. I almost lost it right then and there out of the panic that ensued. But eyes on the prize. Its dark, nobody can see. I'm good. You'd think it would be a relief, but honestly it made my need to pee a billion times worse. I held my purse in front of me and dug my hand into that obvious area between my legs as hard as I could. Hold it, hold it, hold it. The bus did eventually arrive, and I went in that side door they have and planted myself in the back left corner. Half an hour left. And boy was that half an hour, I dribbled a bit just about every bump we hit and had to bite my finger to keep from automatically mewling. It sucks being a vocal-while-desperate person when the desperation is in public. This may not seem like much, but our roads suuuuuuuck. Though, I think the fact that it was just dribbles saved my clothes a fair deal, or at least prevented a mess on the seat. I'm not versed in how fabric saturation works, but maybe someone here is. I just figured a looot of dribbles is better than 3 or 4 massive leaks. Eventually we pulled up to my neighbourhood and I got off at my street. I stood there until the bus left, to make sure there was no prying eyes. Walking up my street was torture, because I KNEW I was there. I just had to make this final trek. Step, leak. Step, leak. Step, leak. It was like my foot steps were those pedals you push with your foot on those outdoor sinks at festivals. They weren't huge leaks, but by the time I got to my doorstep my shorts were very wet, front and back. I had glistening streaks all down the back of my legs, and my kneesocks were damp. There was no denying that I had, essentially, very much peed my pants. It was at this point I experienced a phenomenon I read about a lot on the site, but had yet to experience. A literal key-in-latch wetting. I hobbled up my steps, and stuck my key in my front door. It was instant. My brain clicked that I was home. The key in the lock was symbolic. Before I could even turn it, I completely lost control, moaning loudly as I started pissing myself. My shorts literally could not contain it, it poured down both legs and a constant stream straight to the ground between them. I was home safe essentially and the relief was way too much, I fell forward with my head against the glass on my doors window, continuing to let out little gasps as I created a river that poured down my steps. Shorts, socks, shoes, all were beyond saving. I finished emptying myself after awhile, and just kind of stood there, marveling in what had just happened. I was so loopy from the relief I forgot to turn the key and walked into my door trying to push it in. I could hear my shoes squelch. I got in, peeled off my clothes right on my doormat, wiped down my legs with whatever dry part I could find of my shorts so I wouldnt leave a trail on my floor, and hobbled weak-kneed down to my room to enjoy the rest of my evening. I had a lot of free time now, as I had gotten my lewd omo fun I wanted out of the way sooner rather than later. It was a very enjoyable experience, and I hope the rest of you enjoy it as much as I did~ I love you all ❤️
  16. Transformation

    Mojikue

    Version 1.4

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    ※warning※ This work(ver1.0) is not a complete version. · Event cut not mounted yet · Extra after clearing not yet mounted · More than half of BGM default · Some defects not resolved (cause identification difficult but not affecting progress) It is better to wait for the complete version if possible. For people in the English-speaking world, I plan to make a commentary movie.

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  17. Batman007

    Celebrities

    Hey guys, I’m thinking of doing a story of a female celebrity peeing themselves but I can’t think of one so can you give me some ideas of who to do?
  18. Plug Cryostat

    A desperate punishment

    Serena was getting ready for her first day of school. She was a very pretty girl of average height, and had a slender build and long blonde hair. Serena was fourteen years old and was about to start her first day of grade nine at Jessica Jameson highschool. Serena was very excited about high school, but not for academic reasons. Serena never cared much for school. Instead, her interests lied with all the highschool parties she would finally gt to start attending. Shes was finally old enough to get to go to one and she couldn't wait. Serena lived with a girl named Emily. Emily was Serena's best friend since childhood. She was seventeen years old, and was starting her first day of grade twelve. She had beautiful long brown hair and is relatively tall for her age. Unlike Serena, Emily was very academic. She stayed away from drugs and other risky behaviour, and insted focused on her all A+ report cards. She tried to encourage Serena to do the same. The two had lived in the same neighboorhood since they were very young, which is where they met and became friends. They very recently also became house mates. Serena's parents had died in a car crash when she was a baby, so she went to go live with her grandmother. A couple months before her grade eignt year was over, Serena's grandmother also passed away. With nowhere to go, Emily's family invited Serena to come live with them, which Serena graciously accepted. Emily's parents were both in the military, so they spent a lot of time over seas. They had just been deployed this past summer, which meant that there was only Serena and Emily living in the house currently, which didn't bother them one bit. The two girls always though of each other as sisters, considering neither of them had any biological brothers and sisters. The two were really enjoying their time living together. Serena was walking about her room in her pink bra and panties, looking for the perfect thing to wear on her first day. She eventually settled on an orange tank top and short shorts. She grabbed her backpack and headed downstairs for breakfast. "Mornin' Em!" She said to Emily, who was already eating. "Hey Serena! You excited for your first day?" "I can't wait to get to go to highschool!" Serena yelled. "The cute boys, the parties.." "Hold on there." Emily interjected. "It's ok to have fun, but i don't want you getting into trouble. My parents are away and they trusted me to look after you." "I know i know." Serena Replied in an annoyed tone. "I won't do anything too bad." She Said as she rolled her eyes playfully. "That's a good girl" Emily replied as she patted Serena on her head. The two girls finished breakfast, then they walked to school together. School started out very boring for Srena. Her fist two periods were math and science, her least favorites subjects. Things didn't start to get interesting for her until lunch time. As she was crouching at her locker arranging how she would organise her books, she saw someone standing over her. He was a tall skinny boy with basketball shoes and sunglasses on. He also wore a whitetank top and sagging jeans. She got up to talk to him. "Umm, hello." Serena said sheepishly. "Hey i'm Danny. I've seen you around,and you're really pretty." Serena Blushed a little and smiled coyly. "Well anyway," Danny continued. "I'm having a party at my place this friday night. Kind of a start of school thing. Here's my address, hope you can make it." Danny handed Serena a small piece of paper and walked away. Serena couldn't believe what happened to her. She had just been invited to a party at Danny Berkowitz's house. Danny was one of the most famous sophomores in the school, and he invited her to party. Of course Emily knew all about Danny and his parties and would never let her go. So Serena spent the second part of her school day thinking of excuses. When School ended, Serena immediately rushed home to tell Emily her fake excuse about the party. Serena arrived home first. Emily had stayed behind to chat with some friends, and arrived home a little while later. "Hey Serena, how was the first day of highschool? Teachers weren't to tough on your first day?" Emily said jokingly. "No they were ok." Serena replied. "Hey Em, is it alright if i go to a study group this friday night at the library with some friends?" "What time will you be out until, and who will you be with?" Emily asked. "Well, we plan on studying really hard, so like elevenish." Emily gave a concerned look. "Please Em, I'm grown up enough, after all i'm a highschooler now. And besides, Jamal will be there." Emily thought for a minute. "Well you are very trustworthy, and if Jamal is going then i guess it's fine." Jamal was a kid in Serena's grade she knew from middle school. He was very studious, responsible and hardworking. Emily often encouraged Serena to hang out with him, hoping some of his work ethic would rub off on her."Thanks Em! You're the best!" Serena cried as she hugged Emily. Friday night was finally here and Serena had just gotten dressed for the party. She wore her shortest pair of short shorts, and a low cut white tank top she borrowed from Emily. "That's what you're wearing to the libray?" Emily asked curiously. "Uhh yeah." Serena replied nervously. "Well i'd say you're a tad underdressed, but anyway have fun." Emily walked to the bus stop. She then bused towards Danny's house. He lived rather far from the school, so the trip was about an hour. When Serena Arrived she didn't know what to expect. No one greeted her at the door. She just walked in and heard loud music blearing. People were all over dancing, smoking, and what caught caught her immediate attention was the ammount of alcohol. Serena didn't recognise anyone so she just went to the table with beer. She started out drinking one. This was her first time drinking alcohol and she found the taste rather pleasant. When she finished the first beer she looked around to see a group of people she could talk to. Evryone seemed to be doing their thing and Serena was too shy to engage anyone. So she decide to have another beer. And then another... Until she had drank five whole cans. At this poinjt she was feeling very drunk. It felt like the room was spinning. She knew she made a mistake coming here. She decided to call Emily to pick her up, hoping she wouldn't be too mad. She dialed Emily's number and Emliy answered. "Hello." "Uhh, h-hey em. It's Serena." "Oh hey Serena, how's studying going?" "Umm, about that. I didn't go to the library. I went to a party at Danny Berkowitz's house. I'm really drunk. Could you pick me up?" Emily became furious after hearing this. "Serena! I- i trusted you! Do you know how stupid this is!? Fine, i'll be there soon. Don't drink anything else." Serena was worried about what emily would do when she arrived, but she was relieved to be getting a ride home. After the phone call ended Serena noticed her bladder was rather full from all that alcohol. She went to the bathroom and saw a long que of girls fidgeting and waiting their turn to pee. (All the guys were just going in the backyard.) She got in line and waitied as frantic girls waited to go in, and came out looking all relieved. As Serena waited longer and longer she noticed her need to pee was rapidly increasing. By the time she got to the front of the line she was fidgeting a litte. As soon as the girl before her came out Serena was going to go in but suddenly someone grabbed her arm. Serena looked up, and there was a steaming mad Emily. All she said, in a grunting tone was "We're leaving!" "But Em, i need to pee..." "I said now." Serena knew she had better do what Emily said, so she went with her to her car. The car ride started out with a couple minutes of silence. Until Emily finally broke it. "What were you thinking? Do you know how dumn and dengerous parties like this are? There's drugs, and- and all sorts of nasty guys!" "But Emily I just wanted to have some fun." Serena replied like a little girl being scolded by her mother. "What hurts most about this is that you lied to me. That really wasn't very cool." The next few moments were silent until Serena's need to pee became urgent. "Umm Emily, i need to pee rediculously bad from all the beer, can you pull over somewhere?" Emily did a quick look around for an exit, but then a brilliant idea popped into her head. "Serena." She said in a devious tone. "You know that alcohol is diuretic, meaning it makes you really need to pee when you have it." "Oh i know it, believe me." Serena replied. "well, i thinks that since you went behind my back to go drink alcohol at a party, there's no better punishment than the natural punishment of beer on your bladder. In other words, i'm not gonna let you pee until we arrive home." "Y-you're kidding?" Serena asked in horror." "Nope." Emily replied with a slight smile on her face. Serena was absolutely bursting. She didn't know what to do. What could she do? She'd just have to hold it. Serena was shaking her legs and trying not to think about her bladder too much. She looked around to see how the traffic was. The streets were practically bumper to bumper goind towards their house. "How did you get here so quick?" Serena asked. "Well there was a hockey game tonight and these are all people coming back. The streets toward Danny's house were clear." "You knew the streets wuld be like this before my punishment, didn't you?" Serena asked sngrily. Emily just smiled again. Traffic was moving very slowly, and Serenas need to pee was rapidly increasinging. By now she was grabbing her crtch with both hands and moving around frantically in her seat. She really regretted wearing those tight little short short that were digging into her full bladder. Serena did all she could on the highway until they finally got to the exit that takes them to their house. Serena as relieved. They were out of the gridlock traffic, and would soon be home where she could relieve herself. A couple minutes later Serena notced the car stop. She looked up thinking she was finally home, but then realised that she was in a McDonalds parking lot. Her eyes lit up thinking that Emily had given in and would let her use the bathroom. "Finally a bathroom!" SHe cried in joy. "No." Emily replied sternly. "I'm going to get a coke. You stay here. Emily left and went in. Serena sat there grabbing her crotch. The little detour would cause her to have to wait a little longer. She sat there in agony holding herself, wondering if she'd make it. A few minutes later Emily returned holding two drinks. "I got you a large coke." "Uhh, thanks." Serena replied confused. "While i was in there i also took a leak. Boy did it feel good." Emily said mockingly, knowing it woul torture poor Serena. "Can we please go now?" Serena whined." "Not until you finish your drink. We're not moving an inch until you drink it all." Serena looked up with a look of sheer terror. She knew there was no point arguing so she began to chug. She chugged a big sip. Then another. She could feel the liquid making it's way ro her buldging bladder. It took her a couple minutes but she finally finished. "There, now can we go pa-lease?" Emily stated the car. Serena was at her limit squirming in her seat, holding back an occean of warm pee. A few minutes later they pulled into their house. As soon as the car stpped, Serena ran to the door, unlocked it and ran to the bathroom. Emily ran in after her, and just before Serena got in the bathroom, Emily grabbed her hand. "Hold on a second there." Em, please i'm about to piss myself!" Serena begged. "Have you learned your lesson?" "Yes" "You lied to me, and did a very stupid thing." "I'm sorry!" Serena was in a frantic pee pee dance as Emily blocked her door. Emily smiled a little. "You know it's funny, earlier this week you were talking about how grown up you were, but now you have trouble holding your pee like a litle girl." Just then, a spurt releas from Serena's Bladder. "Oh no!" Then another, and then she began a full power stream. It soaked through her panties and then formed a big wetspot on her shorts before running down her legs and forming a big puddle on the ground. Serena began sobbing. Emily felt really bad about what she did. "I'm so sorry Serena. I didn't know you had to go this urgently." Serena didn't say anything. "I wasn't trying to embarrass you. I was jut trying to punish you for going to that party. You know, it really hurt me that you lied to me, you're like my sister." "I'm really sorry i lied and went to party." The two girls hugged and made up. "Now." said Emily compassinately. "Let's get you cleaned up, and how about i make some popcorn and we have a movie night?" Serena nodded her head in agreement and smiled.
  19. Plug Cryostat

    Emily's desperate test

    This is a continuation of my story "A desperate punishment." If you haven't read the story though, it can be read as a stand alone as well. If you'd like to read A desperate punishment, the link is here. Emily's desperate test is based off of a comic i once drew. Without further adieu, here is my story. It had been two months since Serena had gone to Danny's party and had her unfortunate accident. She and Emily had been getting along great since her punishment. The whole thing really brought them closer together, and strengthened trust between the two. Today was just an average day at highschool for the two. Serena was eating lunch with some friends of hers in the cafeteria. Emily was up to her new favorite lunchtime activity; watching tv shows on the brand new tablet she had purchased. On this day, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a white low cut tank tup that showed off her ample bosom. Emily had been absoluetely obsessed with her tablet and its various features. Lately she was either studying, or doing something on that thing. As she watched her videos she was pounding back Red Cow energy drinks. Red Cow was one of those drinks with the same ammount of caffeine as multiple cups of coffe in one can. Emily used to hate those things, but lately she'd been up late playing on her tablet, and Red Cow was the perfect way to make up for her lack of sleep. Emily had just finished off her fourth can as she heard the bell ring that announced that lunch was over, and the student's had 5 minutes to get to class. Emily packed up her stuff and through out all her garbage. She was too into her shows to notice it, but now Emily realised she had to pee quite bad from all her Red Cow. Her class was on the other side of the school, and her next teacher was Mr. White, the math teacher. He was very strict with students being late to his class. Every time they were late, a student would have to serve an hour of detention after school. Emily didn't want to serve detention so she decided to take her chances with just going to class. Emily arrived to her math class on time and got out all her supplies. Emily wasn't too worried about needing to pee. Mr. White wasn't the most lenient when it came to students using the bathroom, but he wasn't the worst either. He wouldn't let his students go during the first part of the class where he taught the lesson, but he let them go when he was finished. Fortunately his lessons were only about half an hour long. Emily would be in a bit of discomfort, but nothing her bladder couldn't handle. "Good afternoon class." Mr White said after all the students had arrived. "I trust everyone studied for today's test." "Test!? What test!?" Emily thought frantically to herself. She thought back for a second and remembered that yesterday Mr. White had announced a surprise test for today. Emily's eyes widened in sheer horror at the though of this. It wasn't that Emily was worried about the test, after all she always studied hard and was guaranteed to ace this test. What she was worried about was Mr. White's bathroom policy for tests, which unlike his policy for regular days, was incredibly harsh. Students were not allowed to leave the room, even after they finished their test. Emily cringed at the likely possibility that she would be forced to hold her pee for the full ninety minutes of the period. Emily quickly raised her hand. "Mr white, I really need to pee. May I please go before the test?" Emily asked as she blushed slightly. At 17 she was practically a grown woman. It was very embarrassing for her to admit her need to pee, especially a desperate one. Mr. White's reply was stern. "No. You should have gone before class." "Please sir. I had a ton to drink and i'm desperate." Emily fired back in her most begging tone. "Emily, at your age you can hold it." Mr. White then passed out all the tests, and sat at his desk grading papers from the morning class. Emily looked down at her paper. She didn't know how the heck she was going to hold all that pee for this long. She started doing her test, hoping it would take her mind off of it. The first few questions were easy. She breezed by them in a few minutes. Then came the questions that reqired a little more thought. The questions were minimising her discomfort, but Emily definitely still felt the urge to go. She was shaking her legs, and occasionally grabbing her crotch. Her train of thought was constantly derailing from the complex equations on her paper, and focusing more and more on her bladder. This continued for about a half hour, until Emily felt like she couldn't take it anymore. She raised her hand again. "Mr White." She said nervously. "I really, really need to pee. May I please go to the bathroom?" Mr. White looked up from his paper and simply replied; "No. You can hold it." At this point Emily's need had increased greatly. She was frantically shaking her legs. Her hands were grabbing her crotch far more frequently, doing anything she could to hold back her very full bladder. "Oh fuck I have to pee!" She thought to herself. " Why didn't i go before? At this rate I'm gonna end up pissing myself." She continued to do her work like this until she arrived at the final, and hardest problem on the test. To Emily'sunpleasant surprise, it was a word problem involving various calculations about a watefall. "Oh seriously!? How the hell am I gonna hold my pee while thinking about a freaking water fall!?" Emily Worked on the problem with one hand, while having the other one firmly grasping her crotch. Every so often she would use both hands to contain her bladder. She desperately worked on the problem until she solved it. She then looked over her problems. She noticed her work was good, but her penmanship was awful, due to all the fidgeting she had been doing. When Emily finished the test she looked at the clock on the wall. An hour and ten minutes had passed, meaning she had another 20 minutes to go until she could relieve herself. At this point she knew she would be wetting herself any second. She got up from her desk and walked towards Mr. White's desk to hand him her paper. She waddled as she walked, due to her bladder. She then pleaded her case one last time. " Sir, I'm gonna be honest with you, I'm about to wet myself." As soon as Emily realised what she said, sher face blushed bright red. She continued. "May I please go pee, now that i finished my test?" "No!" Mr. WHite shot back aggressively. "I'm sick of you students pretending you need to pee to go talk in the halls with your friends. I know you're faking it." Emily wobbled back to her desk with tears in her eyes. She was sweating profusely. She felt beads flowing on her face, legs and arms. One particularly uncomfortable bead she felt was on her breasts. It streamed right into her clevage, making her breasts all hot and sticky. Emily sat at her desk doing all she could to avoid soaking her panties in front of everyone. She was doing a full on pee pee dance in her seat. She felt her jeans physically pushing against her bladder, which had become so hard and swollen it looked like a bit of a gut. She unbuttoned them for the slight relief it would give. Emily sat there, sure she would have an accident when sudenly, she heard the most beautiful sound she could've hoped for at that moment, the bell announcing class was over. Emily ran as fast as her bladder would allow her to the toilet. When she arrived to the girl's room, she nearly had a heart attack when she saw what was there. Emily was stunned to see a long que of girls frantically pee dancing and crotch grabbing in a long line outside the girl's room. Emily was about to get in line, when suddenly, she felt a small spurt of pee go into her panties. "Oh crap no!" She thought to herself. Emily knew she would pee herself if she waited in this line, so not knowing what else to do, she decided to run outside. Emily found a space behind two dumpster. She quickly glanced around and saw no people around. She then began to take off her jeans as a couple spurts came out. Emily then went to take off her panties but then she felt a strong spurt come out. She knew there was no point in trying to remove her panties, so she just squatted down asd peed throught her panties. "AAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Emily blissfully cried out as she was releasing the occean she was containing inside of her. After about thirty seconds, she heard a woman's voice yell out. "Hey you!" Emily was embarrassed beyond belief. She figured she would just face the person when she finished peeing, as there was no point in doing anything while she's peeing. Emily continued for another full minute until her bladder was finally empty. Her panties were completely soaked with pee. The pee stain went from her crotch all the way to her bum. A little pee had gotten on her legs, and a huge puddle had formed on the ground. Fortunately, her jeans were still dry. Emily looked up to see the person who yelled at her. She expected to see a teacher who would scold her, but instead she saw her friend, Serena giggling. "Hey Em, did i scare ya?" She asked as she chuckled. "Hell yeah you did! What the hell?" Emily fired back. "Well you really had to pee huh?" Serena said, changing the subject "Yeah, i drank a Bunch of red cows, and my stupid teacher didn't let me pee. Well, what are you doing out here?" Emily asked puzzledly. "I had gym class outside." Serena replied, pointing to the sweaty towel on her neck, and gym bag in her hands. "I can't believe I pissed myself, this is so embarrassing. I mean, adults don't wet themselves." "It's ok. Accidents happen." Serena said as she patted her distraught friend on the back. "Uhh, here, you can dry yourself off with my towel." "Thanks" Emily dried all the pee that had gotten on her off, and she tried as best she could to dry off the panties. Emily then removed her panties and Serena gave her, her gym shorts to wear under her jeans. Serena then put the pee soaked panties and towel in her gym bag. Emily then put her jeans back on. "Thanks Serena" "No problem, Em. Now let's get to class or we'll be late." The two girls continued about their days.
  20. This is my continuation of my Emily and Serena stories. This one comes after "Emily's desperate test". "Hey Serena, are you ready to go?" Emily called out to her friend. "Yeah Em, I just got a couple more things to pack." The girls were very excited. Emily's parents would be staying at a nearby military base for the weekend, before being flown to a foreign country for their next mission. Serena and Emily were goind to visit them. It had been a few months since Emily had seen her parents, and she was very eager to see her family again. Serena was very eager to see them as well. Since her grand mother had passed away, Emily's parents were the closest thing Serena had to parental figures. Emily's paents understood that, and always treated Serena like their own daughter. The girls finished packing their suit cases and headed out in Emily's car. It was a friday afternoon and they would be staying until sunday afternoon so they packed very light. The girls got in Emily's car and Emily began driving. On this day, Emily was wearing her beatiful low cut white tank top with short shorts, and Serena was wearing a pretty white sundress. The girls were very anxious to get to the base. The base was about four hours away, so they were in for a long trip. The trip began with a little chit chat between the girls. "Hey Em you must be really excited to see your parents." "I am!" Emily replied enthusiastically. "That's the worst part about having parents in the military, you never get to see them." "Yeah, i'm really excited to see your parents too. They always have such interesting stories." The girls continued chatting for about half an hour until Serena felt her stomach growl. "Grrrr!" "Uh, hey Em, you mind if we pull over somewhere to get some chow, i'm pretty hungry." Emily thought about it for a few seconds. "Well, i'm getting kinda hungry as well, and it is around dinner time. Ok, let's go eat. But we can't make too many stops, I don't want to be stopping too frequently and end up getting to the base too late." "Ok." Serena agreed. Emily continued driving until she found an exit with a McDonald's. They took the exit and went to go eat. Emily just ordered a coffee and a cheeseburger. Serena on the other hand, ordered a feast. She got a big Mac, large fries, and a large coke. They sat down and began to eat. Emily was taking small little bites, and Serena was scarfing it down like a wolf. "Serena, slow down, no one's gonna take it from you." Emily joked. "Om nom grumf! I can't help it I love this food. I'm gonna go get another soda, i love these free refills." Serena went and refilled her soda at the machine. "Wow, Serena, how many have you had?" "This is my third, but who cares they're free, right?" Emily rolled her eyes and resumed eating her burger. As soon as the two girls finished eating they got back to their car and resumed their trip. For the next thirty minutes, things were pretty silent between the two. Emily drove, while Serena digested her large meal. The silence however, was broken when Serena stated; "I have to pee." Emily looked at her angrily. "Well what did you expect with the way you chugged all those sodas? What did i say about wanting to make very few stops?" Emily asked irritated. "I'm sorry. I know i should've gone before, but now my bladder is getting really full." Emily sighed. "Can you hold it for a little while? I'll stop again a little later." Serena nodded. At first Serena tried to keep her mind off of peeing. She played on her phone to try and distract her. This worked for a little while, until her need started to increase. At this pint, Serena began to fidget a little. She was occasionally grabbing her crotch and shaking her legs. She tried to think about something else to take her mind off it. She thought about how much she like Emily's family. She though of all the stories she would get to hear and of all the fun she would be having this weekend. But suudenly, the not so pleasant thought of her wetting herself before she got to the base popped into her head. She snapped out of her daydream to realise her bladder situation had gotten a little worse. She looked at her watch and saw that about half an hour had gone by since she last asked Emily to pull over. "Uh hey Em, I still need to pee. Can we please go somewhere?" Serena pleaded. "If we stop now then we'll probably have to stop again later. You can hold it a little while longer." "Fine." Serena said with an adorable pouting expresion on her face. Serena continued fidgeting in her seat. She was grabbing her crotch quite frequently now, and vigorously shaking her legs. She thought of how unfair it was of Emily to make her wait to pee just to want to save time. "Emily of all people should know how bad it feels to be desperate to pee." Serena thought to herself. After all, only a couple short months ago, Emily had wet her panties after not being allowed to pee during her math test. Serena continued grabbing herself and fidgetting until Emily would pull over and she could relieve herself. It was now about an hour and fifteen minutes since they left Mcdonald's. Serena's was getting really desperate at this point. She was constantly moving around in her seat and firmly grasping her crotch. "Emily, please, it's been long enough. My bladder is killing me. I really need to pee." "Ok." Emily sighed. "I'll try to find an exit. Emily continued driving for a few minutes and was unable to find an exit. Just then, Serena loudly screamed out; "Emily I'm gonna end up wetting the seats!" She was now hunched over, sweat all over her body, and her bladder was quite visibly swollen. Emily started driving a little faster until they found an exit with a little truck stop. They went in. When they got in, Serena ran with her hands between her legs towards the bathroom. She nearly froze when she saw a long line of girls infront of her. Serena got in line and desperately pee pee danced, doing anything she could to prevent her from wetting herself. Emily on the other hand, figured since there was no point standing around and waiting, decided to sit down and order a coffee. As Serena waited in line, a little girl pointed to her and said; "Mommy look, thst lady is dancing!." Before being walked away by her mother. Serena's face turned red. She frantically waited, thinking she may never be able to relieve herself. Fotunatley, a couple minutes later the girl infront of her walked out, and Serena was finally able to pee. She walked in, pulled down her pants, sat on the toilet, and began peeing. "AAAAHHHHH!" She said blissfully as she was on the toilet. A strong stream flowed out of her pussy and into the toilet. She peed for a good two minutes before she was done. She then washed her hands and went out to find Emily. As Serena walked towards her, Emily just finished up her coffee. "Hey Em, ready to go?" Emily thought about using the restroom herself. She then saw that there was a pretty long line still for the bathroom. She decided she could hold it until the base. "Yeah, i'm ready." Emily replied. The two continued in the car. They were now about halfway from the base, approxamately two hours away. After a few minutes Emily was beginning to regret not peeing before. Her bladder was begginning to fill. She figured she should just ignore it and drive. For the first half hour after leaving the truck stop, this strategy worked well. Emily continued driving as normal. She was able to ignore all the messages from her bladder and carry on as usual. She didn't need to grab herself, or pee dance or anything. Unfortanetely, after about a half hour of that, her need to pee had drastically increased. At this point, driving was becoming a far more difficult task. Emily was occasionally shaking her legs, and constatntly taking one of her arms off the steering wheel to grab her crotch. "Oh shit! I really need to pee." She thought to herself. She was getting pretty desperate. "Uh Serena." She said nervously. "I need to pee. I think i'm gonna pull over somewhere." Serena looked at her with an evil smile. "What's the matter?" She asked sarcastically. "I thought we were supposed to make as few trips as possible. You should've gone before. Huh, now where have i heard that before?" Serena said mockingly. "Emily blushed. Serena was right she though. Not wanting to be a hypocrite she decided she would just have to hold it until she got to the base. The next forty five minutes were not easy on Emily's bladder. She was dancing in her seat, trying to hold in all that pee. She was nervously grabbing herself and doing anything she could to stay dry. Serena took note of Emily's desperate behaviour. She looked down at Emily's abdomen, which had gotten rather swollen. "Uh Em, I know you really need to pee. I was just kidding around before, you can pull over somewhere." Emily was very relieved to hear that. She was however, too proud to give into her urge, especially after forcing Serena to hold it for so long. "" Th- that's ok, I can hold it until we get to the base." Emily then looked down nervously, not knowing how true her words would be. Another fifteen minutes later, and Emily was reaching her absolute limit. She was fidgeting uncontrolably in her seat. She knew at this point, it would be better to come off as a little hypocritical than to wet herself. She drove for a little while looking for an exit, but then a terrifying thought crossed her mind. She remebered from her last trip to the base, that for the last little while before the base, there were no exits, due to the fact that the base was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a few forests. Emily knew that she would have to pop a squat at the side of the road if she wanted to stay dry. Emily pulled over and waited a few moments until there were no cars around. She then got out of the car, pulled her pants down and was about to start peing, when suddenly, she heard a voice. " Hey you! Miss, pull your pants up right now!" The voice really shocked Emily, but she did as the it said. She then looked at the man who yelled, and saw he was wearing a police uniform. It was different from the uniforms of the regular police force. She then looked at his car and saw that he was a military police officer, most likely on patrol from the base they were headed too. Emily examined the officer closely. He was an older man, with a buzz cut hairstyle and a think cop moustache. "I know exactly what you were abut to do. Not on my road missy!" Emily's face blushed bright red. "I'm sorry sir, it's just that i really have to pee." Emily said while fidgeting a little. "Well go to a toilet. If i catch you doing that again, there'll be a whole mess of trouble, you understand me?" The officer said sternly. "Yes sir." Emily replied sheepishly. The officer then drove away. Emily got back into the car. "Em, what was that all bout?" Serena asked concerned. "He got mad at me for trying to pee. Now i have to hold it until we get to the base." Emily said as her voice wimpered. She thought it was inevitable. She was certain she would pee her pants. They were now about half an hour from the base. Emily was so desperate she was focusing most of her energy on holding her pee, and was barely able to focus on the road. Luckily for her, there were pretty much no other cars on the road. Emily was desperately holding her crotch as she made her way to the base. To her disbelief she was able to hold in her pee until she arrived to the entrance of the base. At the entrance of the base was a guard station where everyone entering would need to be screened by the military police. Emily pulled up to speak to to the officer. Her heart nearly sank when she saw who was there. It was the same officer who spoke with her earlier. "Uhh, hello sir." Emily said nervously. "I'm here to see my parents." Emily explained who her parents were. The officer called them to confirm. As he did this Emily pee danced in her seat desperately waiting for him to fnish. "Alright." Said the cop. I'll escort you to their barracks. And don't think i don't recognise you Emily. Definitely do not pee on the base." Emily blushed. The officer got in his car and drove ahead of the girls. Emily followed. The road was gravel and very bumpy, which was very hard on Emily's bladder. As she drove she let out a few spurts of pee. "Oh shit!" She thought to herself. "Come, on. After all this I can't pee myself now." After what seemed like an etrnity, They finally arrived to where Emily's parents were staying. The officer then drove away. Emily and Serena then got out of the car and Emily pee danced her way into the barracks. When she got in her parent greeted her with excitement. "Emily! We've missed you so much!" They then went to hug her. The hug caused an immense wave of pressure in Emily's abdomen. Suddenly she released a big spurt. "Oh crap!" Emily cried out. Another spurt came out. Emily tried to run to the bathroom but she couldn't move. Just then a full on stream began flowing from her vagina. She began peeing. First a big wet patched formed on her crotch. It then made its way to her but. The pee then began flowing down her legs and into a big puddle on the floor. Emily was so embarrassed she didn't know what to do. She bagan sobbing. Emily's father put his hand on her should to confort her. "I'm really sorry dad." Emily whispered. "I really had to pee and i just culdn't hold it." "It's ok honey, accidents happen. In fact, i've seen a few soldiers have accidents when bathrooms weren't available." Emily smiled a bit. "Now i'll get a mop, why don't you change and we can catch up?" Emily hugged her dad. She then went to change, and the four of them talked long into the night.
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    Over all these accident stories Stephanie has come a long way. In this post replying to Amanda V, once again Stephanie puts trivial tasks ahead of her bladder. This time it's a movie, and she's so used to the drill that she holds out as long as she can holding herself tightly during each scene. Eventually it's too much and she has to pause the movie, but even the short walk to her bathroom turns out to be more than her full bladder can handle. This time it happens however, she's totally alone and able to soak in the warm pleasantness that comes with peeing her pants. Stephanie even enjoys it for a few moments before remembering she just peed herself and her mom could walk through the door any minute. Sorry this one took a little long - in addition to my new schedule I've been selfish and wanted to enjoy drawing it while it lasted. I've waited a very long time to illustrate this story in Stephanie's timeline so I hope I didn't disappoint. There's one page halfway through with a little animation of her pee stain rapidly spreading (didn't time the frame rate properly) otherwise this is a fairly standard comic with the usual trimmings and features. I've added a censored version because even though the story itself contains plenty of nudity with Stephanie spending the aftermath wearing nothing but a shirt, I don't want anyone who's interested to miss out on this tale. Stephanie becomes one of us, and you guys are all amazing so please enjoy "For Amanda V" for me and look forward to more exciting omo content. The original text of this story can be found on Old Posts From the Toilet, Page #2031

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    Lovely Japanese ladies desperate to pee, find relief in public. Enjoy, Rach

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  23. View File JAV - F74-01 - Public Peeing and Desperation Lovely Japanese ladies desperate to pee, find relief in public. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/14/2018 Category Peeing  
  24. Welcome to the new interactive story by your boyo, Tempo!… I may or may not need to work on that little ditty. So apparently @Faust has been doing this Magic: The Gathering interactive story, and through reading it and so on, it seems to have inspired me to do something card-based as well. So, what better than Yu-Gi-Oh for something like that? Just to let you all know, I know the rules of the game fairly well. Because of such, I will try to incorporate as much as necessary into this story. But I will also try to keep things simple to the non-players as best as I can. In addition, being as this is going to be an OmoOrg story, there will indeed be elements that tailor to… well, need I say more? But before we get to that, it's time to make the main character. Main Character Creation: {Step 1} Gender: (Are you a Boy or Girl?) Height: (Are you Short, Average, or Tall?) Weight [this pertains to physical weight]: (Are you Light, Average, or Heavy?) Hairstyle: (Are you Short, Average, Long, or is it *Styled?) Muscle Physique: (Are you Skinny/Slim, Normal, or Toned?) *If Styled is chosen, I will throw in a list of options to chose from in Step 2. So go ahead and start picking which details interest you. Also, the reason for dividing this into multiple parts is that I figured it would be easier to start with the basics, being as I'm offering a choice between male and female for this character. Other than that, I hope you guys are interested to give this a shot because I certainly am.
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    Full nudity Dani picas and Meli kitten both lay on a sofa with full bladders and begin to finger each other until they both cant take it anymore and gush pee all over the place. If there are any problem, or i break any rules in uploading this, feel free to remove them Enjoy!

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