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  1. I’m a cis woman who crossdresses en homme (“as a man”). I have long hair, which I don’t want to cut, so I put it up and put a wig over it when I crossdress. I had decided to crossdress tonight, so I put my hair up, put my wig on, and used binding tape to flatten my chest. I also changed into a pair of men’s boxer briefs so I could fit my packer in the pocket fly (or whatever that thing is called) before putting on men’s jeans and a t-shirt. After I put on the clothes, I felt like I was missing something, so I started experimenting with a new packing method I had thought about. I took one of those triangle-shaped removable bra pads, rolled it into a cylinder-ish shape, and put it into the pocket of my boxer briefs. About halfway through this process, I felt the need to pee and started wishing I had my stand-to-pee device with me so I could pee standing up. I thought about taking off my wig and going to the bathroom (I live in a dorm and I’m not comfortable going outside en homme yet), but I didn’t want to take the time to redo it afterward, so I’ve been holding it for the past hour. I’ve also been drinking a lot of water to put more pressure on myself. I’m currently at a 8/10. The waistband of my jeans is cutting into my bladder, and it’s soooo uncomfortable. But the discomfort is what I’m looking for. Will update.
  2. Version 1.1

    6,336 downloads

    Disclaimer: I am not the developer of this game, only uploading it here on his behalf. You can get in contact him through the Twitter links posted in this description. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- More information and updates on the game can be found on the developer's Twitter: https://twitter.com/nomakogame or their (now defunct) tumblr: https://nomakodev.tumblr.com/ (Paraphrased) From the developer "NoMaKo is an omorashi RPG. If the term “omorashi” is alien to you, then this probably isn’t your type of game! It’s usual turn based RPG action with adventures to be had, dungeons to be travelled through, and many puzzles to solve. All while drinking to recover HP and MP and having to deal with the bladder need of the characters who are animated with progressively more desperate squirming. If this need isn’t handled, well… laundry can be done at any inn! Design is intended to not be frustrating: running is always successful, no missing, KO’d party members still receive EXP, etc! A unique feature compared to other RPGs of this type is the ability for characters to learn to push themselves further with holding. After an accident or using the toilet when beyond their limit, the character’s holding ability will permanently grow slightly! This can be seen on their status page. This demo’s playtime is estimated to be around 4-6 hours. It’s not encrypted, so if you have RPG Maker VX Ace, you may totally open the project and snoop about. I want to see more omo games, so I hope to show off how I did things so others may follow! Look through the common events and look in the scripts file and see the modification I did to the Actor script to add the omo system. Please enjoy and leave feedback if you wish! I hope you enjoy your adventure with Noelle, Maple, and Kora! Known Issues Windows 10 users, there is an issue with crashing. Among testers, consistently it was found that anyone who had the game crash occasionally at battle start up was running Windows 10. Don’t know why! So right click the game, set properties to Windows 7 compatibility and save often! Might help. FIXED IN 0.3.2. Also, sometimes desperation/wetting notices may be triggered just as you change screens, with the changing of screen interrupting it. A minor annoyance, but not really a big problem!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So in essence, NoMaKo is a newcomer to the Omorpg scene. I have played through it and, in my opinion, it is a fun, light-hearted adventure that is reminiscent of older JRPGs. Some of it's features include: -Unique battle sprites and animations for all three of the playable characters (including different desperation stages and wettings). -The ability to increase the size of each character's bladder by having them hold to their limits. -An interesting take on RPG gameplay as well as a plethora of puzzles. The RPG Maker VX Ace RTP is required to play the game. If you enjoyed it please give the creator a note, I'm sure they will appreciate it!
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  3. Chapter 1 Bangor, Northern Ireland Megan Minutes go ever so slowly when you’re watching jeans, skirts, t-shirts, underwear and pyjamas spinning round and round in warm soapy water. Most of them aren’t even mine either and to make it worse there’s two full machines of our washing turning so I’m going to be here quite some time yet. That’s why I came early; and I came prepared. I should be grateful for the peace and quiet as that’s so rare in my family that I can’t remember ever having the house to myself…and I’m 22! Seriously! I’m sibling 6 out of nine (Catholic family. Don’t even mention birth control to dad…just don’t…trust me). Thankfully our Shaun and Aisling are married, Iain and Niamh are both off at university and Theresa is working, so I was next on the list. Apparently I need ‘to keep busy’ which is mam’s way of politely saying ‘shouldn’t you have a new job by now.’ At least this *should* be my last time here, that’s if the washing machine part finally arrives and dad fixes it this weekend. Seriously, is it really only another minute since I last looked at the machine? I can’t concentrate on my novel or even the crossword book I grabbed from the car door. I’ve only been sitting on this plastic chair 42 minutes but I’ve already had two cans from the vending machine to pass the time and I now regret that…a lot! Clearly launderettes don’t anticipate people actually sitting waiting, well this one doesn’t at least, because while the vending machines wedged in the corner allure you to spend money to eat and drink there’s no facilities for when the purchased items make their way inevitably through your body and need back out. My body must be on double speed time too because I’ve been needing to pee for 10 minutes at least already! I guess living in a big family has at least given me plenty practice at holding my bladder. I can see that coming in handy this morning. 17 minutes then I can transfer the first load into the dryer. Then by the time I get that done the second lot should be finishing so I can get that in another dryer. So 20ish minutes of sitting here staring at clothes turning, numbers counting down and water sloshing around to go. Oh fuck why is there so much water right in front of me right now? Come on machines..I need a wee! Oh God…just what I need. Someone’s coming. ‘Excuse me, is it ok to just use any free machine?’ ‘That’s what I do.’ ‘Right. Sorry I just moved here a few days ago and it’s next week before my washing machine is coming so apologies for the daft questions. Actually, another daft question, but do I need tokens or coins or anything?’ He seems genuine and nervous so I haul myself off the chair, hoping he doesn’t think I’m being magnanimous and letting him have it, as I point to the coin slot, show him where the detergent goes and smile as I joke ‘just like the buses I’m afraid…they don’t give change here either.’ ‘No I noticed that too. Gareth told me the government would charge for people to sit on the beach here if they could!’ ‘They sort of already do if you want to hire a deckchair. And the price of an ice cream on the seafront makes these things seem cheap.’ ‘Oh great. At least the public toilets are still free here? Assuming you have some right?’ I chuckle and step from foot to foot hoping he doesn’t notice. Is my full bladder so noticeable to a stranger they are hinting about public toilets? Oh God I hope not. But he’s facing the machines, tossing clothes in and feeding coins so hopefully it’s just conversation. Except it’s a bit of a sore point right now. ‘Welcome to Bangor! The place you’ll never forget. Where people direct you via pubs, whole streets are related to each other, you get four seasons in one day and we spend millions attracting tourists but close down the public loos. The logic of the Irish eh!’ He turned and looked at me laughing with his eyes. I might have paid more attention if it wasn’t for the fact I was bursting for the loo. As I hear water pouring into his machine I sit back on my plastic throne, crossing my legs and tapping my foot. Come on washing. Hurry up!
  4. Hey guys. After seeing some youtube channels with videos of desperate girls from live TV chat shows in the General Discussions forum, I went through all these vids and uncovered some real gems, where desperation is really obvious. I have thus downloaded these vids and will gradually post the really good ones on this thread. Hopefully, if anyone else has similar kinds of videos, they can post them here as well. (Note to moderators: I was unsure whether posting this stuff is banned or not. I've read the rules and there doesn't appear to be anything banning the posting of such vids. In fact, almost all these vids are publicly available on youtube, and since they're take from live TV stations, the girls do know that they are being filmed. However, should you really wish me to stop posting them, just inform me). The first video is from hot blonde Mikki B from red light central. You can see her obvious desperation - she holds herself, crouches on the floor, leg bouncing, and any person with no experience of lip-reading (myself included) can tell that she is pleading to be let off screen. (Note: this video originally came in two parts....I have merged them together for convenience). Enjoy RLC1 to09 10 2014 827 flv 010(1)(1).mp4
  5. The thing about Daniel Ellen shook Oleksandr’s hand and smiled. She’d promised to help him and his family and whatever was said in this afternoon’s meeting she planned to honour that promise. They’d already endured so much and none of this was their fault. She’d only hoped her words had been translated well enough for him to understand. She was only a charity representative but she was the best he and his family had to get a roof over their heads, a place to call home at last. Checking her notes briefly Ellen made her way through the crowded dining area of the large cruise ship, past security, and down the long walkway to the car park at the far end of the dock. Turning around briefly as she opened her driver’s door she took one last look at the huge vessel that had been docked in her own city for almost a year now. A contracted cruise ship from abroad brought in to house hundreds of family’s just like Oleksandr’s who came on the promise of a fresh start but found themselves stranded, homeless and lost in a country many had only vaguely heard of before. Refugees of war but now political pawns as the contract for the only place they could call ‘home’ was coming to an end leaving families homeless and lost all over again. Ellen sighed deeply as she set on her way to the ‘big meeting’ as she’d put it in her diary. As she navigated through the city traffic towards the hotel conference room she thought about the families she’d already helped to find accommodation: A few with sponsors, most with social housing and some with private landlords. The smile on their faces as they unlocked front doors and saw several rooms that they could call home always left her emotional. Places many others from her own country would turn their noses up at had kids dancing with excitement at the thought of having a room of their own. What a privilege it was to play some part in helping them, even if at times the stress made her feel ill. Ellen parked and took a moment to gather her thoughts. Maybe she should have dressed a bit smarter than her leggings and long flowing top? Should she have tied back her shoulder length wavy brown thick hair to look more business like? It was out of her comfort zone but should she have done it anyway? Would any of that even make a difference? Her mind was a whirr as she locked her car and walked towards the building getting a fright when she heard the quiet voice behind her. “They really should have these things in office hours don’t you think?” Ellen smiled before she even turning around. Quiet, unassuming, but hard working Daniel met her gaze as they both continued walking towards the reception. Daniel, as always, was in his dark grey suit with an open at the collar crisp white shirt. His black hair was neatly shaved at the sides but bushier at the top and his dark skin reflected the light from the strong fluorescent strip lights above. He was everything she wasn’t in terms of personality and attire, his voice soft to her loud, his smartness to her comfortable, his unassuming to her abrasiveness, his timidness to her assertiveness. Yet Daniel was one she trusted, one she knew was honest and fair and one who got the job done. His air of authority seemed at odds with his quiet ways but he was respected and respectful and Ellen needed him onside tonight more than ever if she wanted to keep her promise to Oleksandr and his wife and son and the long list of others still living in limbo on the cruise ship. As they stood patiently at the reception desk Ellen felt there was something different about Daniel tonight. He seemed distracted, nervous, even a little uncomfortable. As he spoke in his usual low tone to sign them in Ellen naughtily couldn’t help having a little sneak peek at his bottom as he leaned over the desk a little. They were friends, sort of colleagues even, but there was no harm in having a bit of fun was there? He was a fit man after all with a very cute derrière which seemed to wiggle slightly as he wrote. He turned and smiled at her as if he somehow knew what she’d done, though his smile was more tense than usual even though his eyes were wide and shining. As Ellen stepped forwards to follow Daniel through towards the meeting room she almost walked right into him as he paused momentarily and glanced around the reception as if looking for someone or something. The thing about Daniel was he that he only ever spoke up when it was absolutely necessary and Ellen knew that whatever it was he was looking for she’d only ever find out if he deemed it absolutely essential for her to know. Right now that obviously wasn’t the case.
  6. So it looks like he is sort of pressing his hand in to his crotch because he needs to pee. The expression in his face makes it seem like he’s looking for something, a bathroom, a place for relief, a distraction to keep him from peeing. At some point he moves over to the half wall and leaks some when he goes to sit, not realizing that it was enough to soak his shorts some. The expression on his face is one of both frustration and satisfaction from a little relief and a little warmth, giving him a bit of a tickle on his pickle😉, but his frustration is with whomever (person taking pictures?) is preventing him from going and peeing. He’s not new to peeing his pants because he holds it too long. A couple of weeks earlier he was at a long movie and kept thinking he needed to go to the bathroom. But the isles were full and he was blocked in, and eventually peed his pants then too. He loves the relief that he gets and doesn’t admit to anyone, but he loves the public humiliation where others see him peeing his pants or seeing where he peed his pants. Alex is kind of a bad boy, yet innocent soul too. He has one kink that gets him extremely turned on, he loves to hold his pee until he can’t anymore. He does it at least once a day, and isn’t afraid to do it in front of someone else. Alex also loves to control when his friends can go too, so he makes sure to be the one driving, and will intentionally go out of his way to make sure he takes a longer route if he even suspects that someone in the car needs to pee. Vinny and a couple of his friends went shopping. His parents gave him some money to get some new clothes while they were away. So he has his hands pretty full when he starts to realize he needs to pee. At first he fidgets and then breaks away from the group to find a bathroom. As he starts to walk in to the bathroom he feels his tight briefs get warm, not realizing he’s peed some. He gets to the urinal and then realizes his hands are too full and he isn’t able to get his dick out when he begins to pee in his pants. A pair of brothers 14 and 7 walk in and the 7 year old sees Vinny has pee dripping from both sides of his pants legs and on to the floor and says to his brother that “that big boy peed his pants like you did yesterday.” They make eye contact and Vinny has tears running down. The older brother says, “im glad I’m not the only one.” The little boy says, “yeah. Big babies” Jaden and his older brother decided to take a small weekend getaway to a beach about an hour away. Jaden overslept and was rudely awoken by his brother, who was itching to get on the road right away. Jaden got the last of his bag together and went downstairs when his brother took his bag and said “time to hit the road sleepyhead”. About 30 minutes in to the drive Jaden realized his bladder was aching, he asked about how much longer “we’ve got another 30 minutes or so bud.” He reclined the seat back and attempted to fall asleep. 10 minutes passed by and he rolled to his other side and crossed his leg a little and put his hand between his legs. “You ok bud?” His brother asked, “I’m fine.” He responded with a lie. A few more minutes he shoves his hands a little deeper between his legs. He feels a drop of pee escape. He sits up and tries to play it off as just uncomfortable. Another 10 minutes passes by and his brother says “we are almost there, you excited yet?” “Mmhmm” is all Jaden can muster trying to hold his pee. They finally arrive and he feels a big squirt escape. As they go to check in to the hotel, and as he is standing at the counter with his brother he feels his legs getting warmer as pee starts to come out and run down his legs. A puddle forms under him. Matthew has been playing outfield for a while now. He started peepee dancing 20 minutes in to the game and the bathrooms at the ball field are out of order. He has to wait until the next inning to swap out and he able to use the bathroom. The pitcher is up to bat and the ball comes flying in his direction. He starts running. Not realizing with each step that some pee is escaping. He catches the ball and tosses it to second base. Matthew realizes then that he’s in trouble. His light grey pants have a plate sized wet spot at his crotch. His white briefs and his sport cup are soaked where pee ran around it. He keeps holding it as the next couple of players make their moves. During the long walk from the outfield he’s trying to walk quickly and carefully. But every few steps he begins to pee again. By the time he gets to the dugout, he starts to pee his pants all the way. One of his best friends wraps an arm around him and tries to comfort Matthew as he stands there with pee soaking his thighs, then his knees, and even his socks and shoes. Thankfully Matthews friend has a towel that he uses to shove between his legs to absorb some of the pee. By the time they rotate out, all that can be seen is the wet ring from where he originally peed. Radu got selected to do a photo shoot with a talent group looking for teen models. He knew that today was the day. It is a warm Friday afternoon, school is out for the day and he is already wearing what he wants to have on. Because he had to check in and meet them at the scene for where they were going to be photographing him, he had to leave school right away- missing one of his regular bathroom stops on his way away from the school. It’s about a 15 minute walk once he gets off school property to make it there, and much to his dismay he realizes there isn’t a bathroom here to use. While he is signing paper work, he slightly crossed one leg over the other, more to put one foot on top of the other than anything else. He and the two photographers discuss the two places where pictures were going to be taken, and how many. They tell him it will take about an hour and they will both get about 200 pictures in total. At first things are ok and his urgency to pee isn’t too strong. At one point he begins pressing his hand in to his crotch because he needs to pee. The expression in his face makes it seem like he’s looking for something, a bathroom, a place for relief, a distraction to keep him from peeing. They tell him he needs to focus and change positions because he was crossing his legs. The expression on his face is one of both frustration and satisfaction from a little relief as a very small squirt comes out. He mentions to the photographer that he needs to use the bathroom, where they say “just hold it.” He’s not new to peeing his pants because he holds it too long, more often than he should, or would ever admit. He groans but continues to listen to their direction. Another squirt leaks out an he changes positions to crossing his legs again. Radu could feel his underwear getting wet as pee slowly trickles out in to his underwear. He grins as he feels the warmth spreading more and more, finally relaxing and enjoying the warmth flow freely. Noah and his family have been on vacation, the picture we see is from the afternoon before they leave from celebrating a holiday and his 16th birthday. The next morning he and his 12 year old brother pile in the back seat of their parents sedan as they take off. Noah falls asleep and sleeps for the first 3 hours of their journey, and is woken up by the car coming to a stop as they pull in to gas up. His mom asks if he needs a bathroom break and he says no, as does his little brother. They both drift off to sleep and sleep for about an hour when Noah wakes up hearing about his little brother asking for a bathroom break. It dawns on him as he’s crossing his right leg over his left that he really needs to go pee too, his underwear were actually already slightly damp. Dad says “y’all are going to have to wait” and points to the traffic getting backed up. The car begins to roll. “But I really need to pee.” He pleads. “Like I’m about to pee my pants. What am I supposed to do?” He presses legs together really hard as his gray shorts begin to turn darker and darker as he starts peeing. Noah looks at his brother. “It’s probably a bad time to say this, but I need to pee pretty bad too and Nathan is already peeing his pants.” His brother is crying and cuts Noah a look. Noah crosses his legs the other way really tight as he feels a squirt come out. Noah bends forward pressing his hands in to his crotch. Another squirt escapes and Noah turns to look at his brother who is watching in awe as Noah wets his khaki shorts more. Eventually giving in and letting go. Camden is on a road trip with his big bro, Camren. Camden slept right though his alarm and made Camren wake him up causing them to be late getting on the rode. Since they were late Camden didn’t have a chance to use the bathroom. As he got in the car he felt a slight need to pee but ignored it. He ended up falling asleep again in the car for most of the trip. After 2 hours he woke up and realized he really need to pee crossing his left leg over his right. He asked his bro how much longer they had. “Almost there, about 30 mins” he answered. Camden let out a sigh as he crossed his legs tighter. 30 mins later the pulled in to the parking lot. The pressure was to much for Camden as he felt his bladder release soaking his pants and briefs. He started to cry as his big bro looked over at him. He said it was okay and that he had to pee too and was leaking. He mange to pull down his pants showing Camden his wet briefs. Camden watch in shook as his big bro fully peed himself in the car.
  7. It was twenty years ago today, Sgt. Pepper taught the band to... skim the newfangled internet for authentic female desperation stories. (Have you heard that one about John Lennon and Yoko Ono celebrating their first christmas together with urine-filled condoms adorning their bedroom? That's a couple of steps too far for my own tastes though, besides, the walrus was Paul). Actually, it's more than 20 years; as of today it's 22 years since the currently featured archived Wetset forum entries were posted. I've worked with people who were not even conceived then! (And some of the signatures may not even be around today, but let's not ponder upon such dark matters). What I'm trying to get at is that the internet is old and so is some of its desperation content, but still there are undisclosed nuggets to be found from these ancient (oh well...) days of digitally conserved uromania, even for such indigenous lurkers as yours truly. What I'm really trying to get at is that in a fit of lurklust in conjunction with the current Wetset forum still being under maintenance, I decided to kill some time by checking out whatever part of the old forum was currently featured and wouldn't you know it; I stumbled upon a not inconsiderable amount of worthy stories that somehow managed to escape my ever-spying eyes all those years ago when the Wetset forum was the source for all things female desperation, story-wise. And a lot of misspelled dreck as well, but that's to be expected. Thusly, guided by my own preferences, I took the liberty of compiling some of my better finds here below. They are all to be found in the open on the currently featured forum from 1998-99 for anyone who feels the need to kill as much time as I did. For everyone else, here is my yield, exclusively revolving around female situations. ------------------ Starting off with some deliberate wettings: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26495.htm - Girl casually pisses herself in a store. No depiction of desperation to talk about, so not very arousing on my part. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26823.htm - Girl pisses herself deliberately during a round of pool. Desperation featured but still a turn-off due to it being deliberate. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26517.htm - A woman gets herself desperate and goes shopping. Once again deliberately, so I don't much care for it. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26541.htm - Two girls smoking outside a club/pub and semi-deliberately wet themselves one after the other. Not much of a build-up though. Some milder albeit unintended desperation/wetting accounts: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/27081.htm - Girl gets desperate during a canoe outing. Not too exciting as she apparently makes it eventually. Also featuring some laugh-induced desperation along the way, which is a turn-off for me personally. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26955.htm - Drunk girl is with a friend at a restaurant. She has already wet herself and only the aftermath is described. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25087.htm - Woman at a gas station watches another woman from afar being desperate while talking in a mobile phone. Added aftermath with a tell-tale puddle but no depiction of an actual wetting. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25983.htm - A couple of short accounts. One with a woman who had wet herself during a campus pub round in which the narrator speculates about the desperation beforehand. The next one with him teaching a poetry class in which a girl stealthily wets her jeans. Some fear wettings: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26969.htm - Girl gets caught shoplifting and totally floods herself out of fright. Quite arousing but not much of a build-up and no desperation beforehand. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26120.htm - Girl tells about a couple of school incidents, one during which she simply wets herself just before class dismissal and one where she's being scolded by her teacher and wets herself multiple times out of fear. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25762.htm - Girl tending a sandwich shop gets desperate but is being held up by a customer who proves to be out to robbing the place. She wets out of fear at gunpoint which ruins it for me. A few brief straightforward wetting stories: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26460.htm - Brief story of a girl's mom who comes home desperate after a visit but doesn't make it inside. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25335.htm - Girl unexpectedly wets while waiting for an exam in university. No desperation, just sudden part-wetting. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/23916.htm - A girl is desperate in the toilet line at a pub and is not being let in front despite her state. Really good one, but alas way too short and scarse on details. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25616.htm - Guy retelling two accounts of her girlfriend. In the first one she's desperate during a class in which a guest speaker is holding court so she dares not asking to be excused. The second one is a geography outing where she gets caught short and finally gets excused and sprints back to the school to use the toilet. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25068.htm - A couple of school stories, the first one with a girl trying to hide her desperation but ends up wetting herself while in the queue for an ice cream booth. The second one with another girl being so nervous for a history test that she ends up wetting herself. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/24539.htm - A guy telling about a woman in spandex pants who's desperate in a store with no bathrooms, and finally goes into the next store which has a bathroom although it requires a key. The woman ends up partly wetting herself. Had the potential of being a good story but is severely lacking in detail and buildup. Some a bit more elaborated accounts: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26509.htm - Woman on a camping trip, wakes up in the middle of the night super desperate and tries to get away from her tent to relieve herself before it's too late. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26259.htm - College girl desperate during a flight and is repeatedly hindered from getting to the toilet by the flight attendant. This is a good one IMO. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26228.htm - Guy tells about her girlfriend who's working late at a service station and gets increasingly desperate as she has to serve customers. She's trying not to have an accident and... well, read on. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25200.htm - Woman gets woken up by a phone call and gets increasingly desperate throughout. Finally she manages to end it and just about makes it to the toilet, but only to piss through her panties and pantihose. A coupe of explicitly fictional ones: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25785.htm - Girl desperate in a big library and gets temporarily trapped inside the stairwell outside by some bloke who noticed her beforehand. Unplausible, but then again, it's stated fiction. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26549.htm - A guy encounters a desperate girl with her car broken down along the road as he's driving home for the night. He gives her a lift home and she's getting more and more frantic. Good story if you disregard the last couple of sentences. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/23910.htm - A gang of girls on a hen night have chained themselves together for the occasion. The narrating girl ends up pissing herself while trying to get out of the pub with the others dragged along. Good story although it's explicitly part fiction, but the chain backdrop is rather silly and not very plausible. Incidentally it seems that the chain thing was actually part of the original real-life account on which the story is based. Just goes to show that it's not whether or not anything actually happened that makes or breaks the authencity of a story. And, what I'd like to call, the borderline bullshit section, thusly named for the ubiquitous intimacy features which only detract from the authencity, as well as the occasional unlikely scenario and/or reaction of the protagonists. But, no stone unturned: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26061.htm - Female fire dept volunteer wets herself in her fire uniform in front of her husband during a clean-up of a firesite. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26050.htm - Girl unexpectedly wets herself during an exam with the narrator's hand in her crotch. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/24666.htm - A guy telling about a date with a girl who ends up getting desperate in a park and finally pisses through her pants while being drunk. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/24848.htm - A guy watches two desperate girls in a phone booth. A bit far-fetched cirmunstance and not very believable IMO. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/24301.htm - A woman works as a cooking utensil demonstrator and is desperate during one such session and ends up wetting herself in front of an oblivious audience behind the display counters. A bit too much sexually charged embellishment to be believable. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26105.htm - A guy telling about a job interview with a desperate girl during which he tries to delay her and make her have an accident. Really stupid story and probably made up. Totally non-believable circumstances and unplausible reactions by the girl and I hesitated to include it here if only because of that, but might be of interest anyway. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/24096.htm - A guy and his girlfriend is going out with a few of his friends, first to a restaurant and then a movie during which the girl gets desperate but is too shy to go to the bathroom. Afterwards she manages to tag along with the other girls to the cinema restroom but they all return as they were too busy. She gets more and more anxious and after a stroll through a mall and a taxi ride, she makes it to the elevator though. Could have been a good story if not for the over-intimate ending spoiling the believability. Cut it off right before the end and pretend it was featured under... Getting very near the end - the really good ones: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25460.htm - Two girls going on an air balloon ride. Both are desperate and tries to find relief before the ride but fail and they take to the skies with bursting bladders. Good one, this, even if the unusual setting is a bit distracting. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/24761.htm - A woman tells of her getting incredibly desperate on the way home on a bus and tries to make it to her apartment before it's too late. Also really good and believable. And I've saved the best one for last: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25471.htm - Two stories featuring a girl telling of her experiences in a Red Cross youth group. The second one a brief account of her being desperate on the bus home after a Red Cross event and ends up wetting herself on some backyard stairs. The first one is longer though, with her being desperate during a meeting but is too shy to leave and is prevented from doing so when she finally tries to. Afterwards a desperate bus ride to a community center ensues. This one ticks all the boxes for me - shy girl, lots of people around, all kinds of factors preventing or delaying a toilet visit including a queue and that "damn, she will make it after all" turn right before the ultimate ending, and most importantly, thorough authencity.
  8. We all love the sensations and naughtiness of wetting clothes. How is your desire of Omorashi intertwined into your lifestyle? For me, Omorashi is best when its unplanned. Last month I had a job in Palm Springs to wash down a 10 Unit condo, and replace a swimming pool light. By the time I reached Palm Springs was a little pee desperate. I asked a resident about a community restroom. I was told to use the gas station at the corner. I felt like peeing there in the bushes, but there were resident homeowners everywhere. It was about 112 degrees and at that point, all I wanted to do is to finish my work and drive back to LA. I began with water blasting the building. Water mist would blow back at me from time to time dampening my clothes. The mist was actually refreshing. It was not long before I became pee desperate. Feeling a little naughty, and first making sure the coast was clear, I let go a warm wet spurt of pee into my underwear. My spurt created a momentary shiny spot at my crotch, and then soaked back into my damp jeans. Happy that I re-leaved a little pee pressure (un-noticed), I continued to work. My re-leaf was short lived. Soon I became overwhelmed with pee desperation. Looking around to see the coast was clear, I blasted a flood of pee into my underwear. I relished in that euphoric warm, wet moment. After washing the building, I waded into the swimming pool to change the light bulb. Exiting the pool with my jeans rinsed out, I happily headed back to Los Angeles. Do you plan "ahead" for your wettings? Or do you "wet on the fly?"
  9. From the album: Furry Pee

    Fredina took a break and drank her favorite soda, unaware that the brand is now spiked with powerful Diuretic drug. After 10 minutes, her bladder instantly filled to the point where she's about to burst. And it's still filling up quickly. Will she make it?

    © FNIA

  10. So I noticed there was an old thread for this but it said that it was dead and you couldn't post so I assumed you can't post in there anymore. So I started this new one up for people to talk in. Anyone know of any recent examples they saw on TV? Anyway talk away about whatever scenes you like.
  11. So as the year is winding down I thought it time to start portioning out a story that's been brewing for the better part of the year. Again the basic idea was requested by @Kayn and I've been working on and off on it over way too long a time, but I promised to get it out by christmas so here we are. Disclaimer: I have absolutely no insight in court proceedings or other legal matters and whatever terms and orders of process referred to herein are all based on my own guesswork, so just humour me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part 1 "They're getting sued", she thought, "They're actually getting sued." Patricia Wellstone, Tricia to her friends, was still not yet in the mental place where she felt comfortable referring to the compound of her new workplace as "we" as she pondered upon the situation she had been thrown head-first into. At a mere 27 years of age, she had graduated from law school only a couple of months ago after a 6 month internship at a local lawfirm where she managed to gain enough reputation in order to be headhunted for her first real employment as a legal expert at Moresoft, a mid-sized IT corporation. Freshly out of her educational stint, she was still enthusiastic enough to convince her surroundings of her eagerness and ambition and whatever role by which she could exercise and expand her legal knowledge would be sufficient for her at this point in her career. This general open-ended outlook didn't quite stop her from getting a bit flustered at the situation that had risen at the corporation she now was working for. Her primary tasks as a legal expert were mainly counselling on behalf of Moresoft's customers, i.e. other companies who were purchasing IT services from them, and she knew that there wasn't that much expected of her regarding this lawsuit that had suddenly reared on the agenda. See, one of the IT customers had filed a class-action suit against Moresoft after a supposed security breach during a migration of a user database. The integrity of tens, maybe even up to a hundred, user accounts had been compromised, although it wasn't yet clear exactly what kind of information had actually been leaked, what accesses had been jeopardized and most importantly, under whose responsibility. The customer, a travel agency, claimed potential damage to the tune of $700.000 for compromising the personal integrity of their users, and by extension, their own customers, a hefty sum that the Moresoft representatives now were set to challenge. As it still wasn't clear exactly what kind of information had been leaked, and under what circumstances, it was still up in the air whether or not the claim of the travel agency was justified, and that's where Tricia now found herself on the way into the courtroom, only about a month into her newly found job as a legal expert. Obviously, she was neither alone nor even bearing the main responsibility for this whole affair. That would be on the shoulders of her mentor, Mary-Anne Hopkins, about 20 years her senior with 12 years behind her as the main legal expert at Moresoft. Hopkins was certainly no spring chicken when it came to legal battles and courtroom proceedings, having spent about a decade prior as a lawyer in another town before moving here to take on part of the legal responsibilities of Moresoft's whereabouts. With a stern, almost teutonic manner, she was a prolific character inside the company, well-known for her ability to get things done, and more often than not her way. Naturally, Tricia was equally intimidated by as she was admiring of Mary-Anne, knowing that having her as her mentor would keep her on her toes at all times as she was drilled into her new role. Of course, normally neither of them would be needing to concern themselves with courtroom cases, rather dealing with legal councelling and maybe at most giving advice to their respective customers who might find themselves in some legal conundrum. But as of now it was all hands on deck; not only would Moresoft find itself in big financial trouble should the case turn out to their disadvantage, its reputation as a professional and reliable IT vendor would be severely tarnished which in turn would lead to further economical losses. It was paramount that they could prove not to have been the main perpetrators in this alleged security breach. So one can imagine the weight of the phrase Tricia kept repeating in her head as she was on her way to work this monday morning - they were indeed getting sued. Maybe she was subconciously distancing herself from the potential severity of the situation by referring to Moresoft as "they" rather than "we", but she couldn't escape the fact that despite having been with them for just one month, she had already developed an affinity with them and felt some responsibility to do her utmost in any way she could to help their case, even outside of simply retaining her job. Living in a flat just a couple of kilometers away from Moresoft's office, she had made a habit of walking to and from work, and this crisp and sunny September morning was no exception. Strolling intently along the sidewalk in her overcoat, she felt simultaneously nervous and excited at what her working week would bring. The first courtroom session would take place already this afternoon and she was not yet quite sure exactly what she was supposed to do but felt confident that as long as she stayed in the shadow of Mrs. Hopkins, any creases would be ironed out in due time. --- The air of the glowingly ginger autumn morning was high, naturally chilly but wind-free, thusly not doing a number on Tricia's dark brown, slightly wavy hair reaching down past her shoulders. She had been considering pinning up her hair but decided against it at the last minute, leaving it naturally free-flowing, not yet feeling that she had earned the right to sport that uptight business-woman look to its fullest extent. Nonetheless, she had made special effort to dress for the occasion, sporting a jet black button-up collared silk blouse, a tight grey knee-length skirt and a pair of light brown pantyhose underneath, disappearing down into a pair of black high-heels. Formal and elegant, but still with a touch of feminine sensuality, all crowned with her decision to let her hair down, literally. She knew she looked good, but most importantly, she knew she looked competent and self-assured, even if in all honesty, her confidence was definitely challenged by the prospects of her upcoming day. As she waited at a zebra crossing, she took up her water bottle from her purse and gulped down half of its content in order to quench her thirst and at least somewhat drown her nervousness, before putting it back down and continuing on her walk to the office. Ten minutes to eight and the office appeared in her sight. Punctually as usual, she went through the front door into the lobby, past the receptionist and into the elevator for a ride up to her office at the third floor. Joined with her in the elevator were a couple of the servicedesk technicians, none of whom she really knew apart from seeing them in the hallways. She greeted them in passing before pressing the button and waited for her arrival, consciously avoiding their eye contact. Being a very pretty young lady in a male-dominated company, she always drew looks from the young lads, and her habit of dressing up for her workday did little to diminish her impact on their attention. Not that she minded really, but she couldn't help but feeling just a tad bit conspicuous whenever she found herself trapped in a tiny space like this elevator together with any of the male staffers, especially those with whom she shared the general agespan. This morning was no different; the two lads, otherwise busy talking amongst themselves, couldn't really help eyeing the beautiful Tricia leaning against the corner, seemingly impatient to get out once they arrived at her floor. Her short, but not too short, and tight skirt revealed enough of pantyhosed leg to grab their interest even more than usual this morning. Such a bona fide token of utter femininity was more than a welcome deviation from their otherwise very blokish subsistence at their workplace. This together with her unbuttoned blouse collar, revealing all of her smooth neck down to just above her cleavage, almost teasingly hinting at what resided just beneath where the buttons began securing the silk fabric around her bosom, effectively kept the young lads from being able to concentrate on each other's endeavours the day before. Not even a minute of sultry feminine presence and the elevator halted at the third floor, prompting the young lady to unpronouncedly bid farewell to her companions and leave them to their own destination one floor above. Tricia stepped out into the hallway and headed for her office, or desk rather, located in the office space at the far end of said hallway, past a few conference rooms and a small pantry. After putting away her purse, waking up the computer to check her e-mails and calendar, she immediately went off into one of the conference rooms for the obligatory morning meeting, scheduled as always every monday at 8:00 together with the managers, tech leads and other staffers with a relevant responsibility for what lay ahead. This morning's meeting would of course be of particular importance due to the upcoming court proceedings and Tricia left nothing to chance regarding her ability to pay attention to what was to be discussed. Thus, she loaded up her mug with some extra strong coffee from the machine before heading into the conference room and settled down at the table next to her mentor, the ever-imposing Mary-Anne Hopkins. That's Mrs. Hopkins to you and me. --- "So, as you all know, we are getting sued", Herbert Wallenstein, one of the tech leads, commenced once everyone invited had assembled, "Quite a way to start off the week, huh?" He proceeded to lay out what had been revealed so far about the upcoming case. To Tricia's slight bemusement, he didn't seem that alarmed about the whole affair and couldn't quite gauge whether it was due to it actually not being that big a deal or if he just excelled in pouring oil on troubled waters. Either way, she felt strangely confident about being part of it all despite simultaneosly feeling that she really didn't have any right to, almost as if it was all a giant drill which she could fail with no actual repercussions apart from a tarnished reputation. She momentarily felt her attention drift away and immediately snapped herself back into the meeting, fueling herself with a few compulsory sips of coffee. "Make no mistake though, it's going to be a tough week for some of us, starting today with the first of several court hearings.", Herbert continued. "The work of the ordinary technicians won't really be affected but we have set aside a couple of them to be on standby, should there ever be any call for elaboration on the nitty-gritty of the operational routines." The next 40 or so minutes went by with a whole barrage of information from Herb, all of which was to be taken into account when preparing for the court hearing which was scheduled in the afternoon at 13:00. It would be a long but packed day for everyone involved and the afternoon hearing meant that they would have to make for an early and slightly truncated lunch break at around 11:30, after which they would assemble and set off for the courthouse. To challenge their schedule even further, the court building was located on the other side of the town, at best a 30 minute drive but as they would be plowing through lunch hour traffic, such an estimate would be highly optimistic. But before all that, Tricia had things to do. Before lunchtime, she was called to attend a meeting with the techies to inform herself among others on the operational side of things in order to gain insight in how certain procedures actually were done. What is a migration, what information is stored within the user accounts, by what methods can it be extracted, how are the permissions set etc., that kind of stuff. Tricia wasn't an IT person, she was a law expert and had a rather limited knowledge about what actually went on under the bonnet, so she was only too glad to learn that the managers had set aside time and staffers to brief her about the hands-on work, along with a few others of course, including Mary-Anne. And speaking of Mary-Anne, the time slot up until that meeting would be spent by the two of them going through some old court cases, a few of which Mary-Anne herself had been part of, so after leaving the conference room, Tricia immediately followed her mentor to their designated desks behind the cubicle walls to get going with educating themselves about security breach cases. Well, almost immediately, but not before stopping by the pantry to refill her coffee mug and topping up her now empty water bottle again. As she walked away from the pantry, she glanced down the hallway and noticed the cleaning lady lugging in her equipment at the far end before walking to her desk. It was now about 8:45 and they had little over an hour dedicated to self-study before the tech meeting. Tricia settled onto her chair and casually crossed her pantyhose-clad legs, feeling her tight skirt straining slightly over her thighs.
  12. Welcome to Omo Lab, a massive laboratory filled with only the broghtest scientists. With the successful creation of artificial life, there has been strenuous work on creating genetically modified humans. Today you have been informed that the developing branch has yet created their second genertically modified human (the first is has already been studied at your lab and has proven to be a great success) and will be sending it to your branch shortly. The process would take approximately 4-5 hours since the developing branch is located somewhat far from yours. The subject is a girl named KT, somewhat teenage and her looks were made to be perfect. She has some influence with the outside world, and some tutoring, so she is expected to be like a normal human. The most peculiar thing, however, is that a strange substance or bug in the developing tech had given her an “infinite” bladder. In other words, no matter how full the bladder is, there won’t be any injury that would be sustained, for example UTIs, kidney failure, or simply the bladder physically bursting. It is your job to study and to take measurements and care for KT, who will be arriving shortly. The administration has allowed you to do whatever you find necessary, with the exception of sex or physical attack, which are strictly forbidden. (Attack is a complex term, to sum it all up you can’t do anything to kill her) The study takes place in a chamber which is capable of holding furniture and sending whatever you want into the chamber. There is also a door which you can physically go into if you want contact with he subject. You alone will be standing outside with a one-way mirror, and there will be a microphone for you to be able to speak to her. There are also a vast panel of controls that you don’t have any idea what they do. The chamber has already been set up as a bedroom, if you want to, you may change it. To the right of the panel there is an Item Materializer, a recent invention capable to materialize any object you wish. You also find some notes someone has left in the room: - This room is not monitored but the administration will be notified if a rule is broken. - The administration somehows allows arousal of the observer and the subject. Nudity has also been allowed to some degree. - the subject is smart enough to question your orders but will do them anyway if you insist on it. - the infinite bladder will still feel like a normal one, and will forcibly discharge when it feels that its full, even if it’s not. - The subject has not gained access to a toliet since they left and is not aware of any desperation play. The subject is also not aware that she has an infinite bladder. You may choose to tell her that, or keep it a secret. KT is arriving in 30 minutes, what will you do? (Honestly every question won’t be containing answer choices, you are free to suggest whatever you want, but I’ll put my own suggestions, you may choose to agree to it. There may also be multiple questions) -To test the actual limits plug her up and make her never pee for a long time -Try and make her hold as long as she can without the use of a plug -Plug her up for a week then unplug her and let all the pee out -Make her drink an absurd amount of liquid and see how fast it travels down. -Others? Also, what hair color do you want her to be? Finally, what is the best liquid to give to her, in the event that it happens? -diuretics -water -coffee -Others?
  13. I have always been strangely attracted to robots, specifically humanoid androids in science fiction. It’s been difficult to rationalize why. It could be related to the fantasy of creating a sleek, perfect being corresponding to my overt and rather lustful tendencies. Equally, it could simply be an attraction to a novel and new concept that is being reintroduced and explored repeatedly in mainstream media. Perhaps my engineering profession has something to do with it. Regardless, I wanted to create something that made sense in the context of omorashi. There have been several exploratory attempts on this forum that strive to associate and functionalize excretion of fluids with the operation of a robot; sadly, none achieved the breakthrough detail and realism I was seeking. A radical concept finally dawned on me about a month ago that seemed plausible from an engineering and scientific viewpoint. This post and the following ones aim to pen the concept down in a story. I have never written fiction in my life and scored horribly for literature at school before giving it up completely, so forgive me if the plot does not match up to the concept and/or this does not pass the editor’s cut. I hope, nevertheless, that those who like this stuff lurking around in this forum will appreciate this little story of mine and perhaps use the concept into the future. Cheers!
  14. First time trying my hand on writing a story here, english is not my main language so feel free to correct my writing 😄 this is basically a compilation of weird dreams and ideas i put togheter into a hopefully coherent story. Luna is in her last year of highschool and is 18yo as are her classmates ____________________________________________________ Luna was eagerly packing her suitcase for the next day as she was going to go on the yearly school trip, it was different than the usual trip though. She didn't know the specifics wich was already weird in itself but the school managed to get into a program that would pay for the entire trip including the train to get there, but get this, they're going on a freaking luxury cruise? For a school trip?? Food and drinks included! At school she and some classmates looked up the cruiseship wich was called "Symphony of the Seas" and frankly it looked too good to be true. It seemingly had everything on board from several pools, theatres, laser tag, arcade, a whole shopping street and it even has its own ice rink! The price must be insane, so how come this all comes togheter for free for a school trip? The only thing she knew is that it was started up by a big pharmaceutical company that gathered a ton of funding for a new line of medicine, and the students got to test it while on the cruise. At first she and many others were skeptical but her parents went over the legal documents and had to sign some forms and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, the medication had been trough loads of testing phases already and this was a last mass testing phase of what should be the final product. There wasn't much more to it, she packed mostly summer clothing as the weather reports were mostly positive but on sea it can be alot colder sometimes so she did pack for colder weather just in case aswell (shorts, shirts, skirts and her favorite dress, one sweatpants, jeans, swimsuit, some winter clothing for the ice rink, pj's, etc.) The school had informed her they would travel from the school to the station but they would make the trip in school uniform so she laid it out for the next day paired with gray leggings to go under her uniforms skirt. _____________________________________ The next morning Luna quickly ate some cereal and made her way to her school, she met up with her best friend on their usual spot. Chloe joined the school just this year only a few months ago but they became best friends really quickly. "Hey Chloe, nice on time?" "You bet, not missing this for anything in the world!" "I can't decide what i want to check out first once we arrive there!" They continued chatting about what they were planning to do first once they got on the cruise ship, as other classmates started to join aswell, everyone was excited about this probably once in a life time cruise they'll get to experience! Everyone started to gather around as they started to take the short trip to the train station. Luna thought it would just be a regular commuter train but when they arrived at the platform they were surprised with one of those long distance, high speed and more comfort trains! As Chloe gasped and pointed, "What the hell Luna look, we're getting in on first class!" as the first classmates started to enter the train. "How is this all possibly free?" Luna answered, as other students were talking just as excited and surprised as they were. "What kind of backing does this company have to send this many people for free on this cruise with this amount of luxury?" as she pointed out, the amount of people in total would be high on that ship, and oh yes, the entire cruise ship was rented and as far as Luna knew, they were all going for free. "Must be a pretty damn good new medication they're working on, maybe they cured cancer or something?" Chloe half jokingly said. They got their seats, wich was a 4 seater, Luna got a seat at the window with her friend on the other window seat as 2 other classmates joined them, Vicky and Selena. They happily chatted along until the teacher started to hand out pamflets with more information about the actual program they were in, curiosity spiked among the group of students as they eagerly started reading what this was all about. It seemed the teacher was surprised as well because even they didn't know what this medication was all about. Excitedly Luna started reading the pamflet: "This is a mass test that will lay the foundation of a new type of medication that could be used for almost any virus and/or bacteria as well as many other illness, cancers as well as chronic diseases and even genetic disorders(!) "I can't believe it's even better than what i said" Chloe remarked, "this is world changing if this is true" The medication works in a fundamentally different way as this type can be modified for a specific illness, once it targets the cells, virus or bacteria that's causing the issue the drug will activate it's healing procedure, once it does it will start removing the bad cells and create new ones. So how will this procedure work? Well the body will very simply start to secrete the bad stuff as it usually does, by urinating. To make sure the medication works, hydrating alot is of utmost importance! A side effect of this medication is that it works as a diuretic, if you don't hydrate enough the medication will simply stop working. The ones you'll be testing will be test variants with no actual medication or effects aside from the diuretic. As we have tried to find different ways to minimize the diuretic effect but to no avail we have now tried this from a different perspective. More info will follow when you arrive on the ship, you will get handed over the first dose shortly before entering the ship." "Hold on..." Luna whispered to Chloe, "They said to pack extra undergarments and pants/skirts, are you thinking what i'm thinking?" "You think the drug would be that strong we could end up having accidents??" Chloe answered. Wich Vicky joined in "Well... i mean... if i'm not the only one... i guess a few accidents isn't too bad if you get a top of the line cruise for it, no?" "So we only have to be carefull to go to the toilet frequently enough? Yo i can live with that!" Selena said while laughing. "i thought we might get like crazy side effects bad enough we wouldn't be able to enjoy the cruise, atleast that was my worry and actual guess what was gonna happen." Luna quickly went over the contents of the pamflet again, rereading every detail and she had to agree with Chloe about the apparent expectation of accidents to happen. Luna shivered realising what this meant... you see, already from a very young age she was intrigued by wetting. Wether it was wetting herself or seeing someone else wet themselves. Luna is usually timid and a bit more on the shy nature wich made her overthink alot of stuff regularly, in contrast of Chloe who's rather bold most of the time. When she was little she every once in a while did small spurts in her panties when she was feeling more daring than usual, or she peed in her swimsuit in the garden when her parents weren't looking. But she never actually had a full on wetting as she was too scared... Except maybe on one occasion. When she and her parents where out for vacation during the holidays when she was only 11yo they had rented a bungalow in the forests in a small village covered in deep snow, on the last day she was playing outside in the snow and later started making a snowman. She couldn't not make a snowman with snow like this! She was wearing winter clothing with thick snowpants with an extra layer of pants, snowboots and everything, so she was warm and cozy at all times when playing outside. She was making good progress but it was alot of work as time passed by her urge to pee started to increase. As she had drunk enough liquid before coming outside and on top of that her mom surprised her with hot chocolate milk while playing outside and now she really started to feel it in her bladder. The thought came to her how nice it would be to maybe do a spurt in her panties, or perhaps a few spurts even? It would be covered by her snowpants anyway and now that she started thinking of it... it could be more than a few spurts as this was the last day of the holiday, they would return home in the early morning tomorrow. She felt more daring today, maybe it was the holidays and being in a good mood maybe? She would shower and dump her snowpants and other clothes in her suitcase anyway once she went inside, and when she got home she would unpack it herself and dump it in the laundry machine as she would normally do anyway... Luna was overthinking it like she always does, this always happened and she would always bail out by overthinking too much... she continued building her snowman wich was slowly getting close to completion after about another 15-20mins, but her need started to increase more and the idea of releasing some in her pants started to creep up again. Her plan was perfect, even if she peed quite a bit she would get away with it so why not do it? She would probably regret it anyway if she didn't. Luna started to relax her bladder but like usually nothing came out even though she had to pee pretty badly at this point, the habbit of being used to sit on a toilet to pee ofcourse... She started to fiddle around with the head of the snowman and giving him eyes while she continued to relax her bladder and started to feel she was getting closer to release. She gave her bladder a little push as just a few drops went into her panties. Feeling safe with her snowpants on she quickly went for another push as a spurt seeped in her panties, she sighed from the feeling of her crotch dampening. She enjoyed how good it felt and gave another push, but this one was a longer spurt into her pants with warmth spreading in her crotch. She sighed again. Enjoying and relishing the feeling she's getting from this, her bladder got the message and started giving in, she was still relaxing and just when her pee was about to come out on it's own she stopped it. She had peed enough to make her panties wet, and probably enough to make a visible wet patch on the pants she was wearing underneath. She felt like she could relax at any time and let more out. She was getting second thoughts now because she felt her crotch was warm and wetter than ever before, even though she was really loving this feeling. The fear of getting caught crept up to her. She went over the plan again as she continued building the snowman, after overthinking it once again she was sure she wouldn't get caught and her bladder was signaling it wanted release. Luna picked up the broom she found earlier in the basement and put it on the snowman as she slowly started to relax again "a bit more wouldn't hurt" she thought, but this time she could feel her pee about to come out on it's own and this time she wasn't planning on stopping it immediatly. She felt a small trickle escape. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she let the trickle become a stream, she could feel her crotch warm up as the wetness started to expand. When she could feel wetness going down on the inside of her pants about halfway down to her knee, she came back to her senses, panicked and stopped the stream. Although... she didn't want to stop it as it felt so good. Luna was breathing heavily, a bit shocked that she had in fact pissed her pants at this point! She could feel her butt being a bit wet aswell, She started blushing at this point. She quickly checked her crotch and legs for any visible signs, she didn't see any but she could definitely feel the wetness! And she would definitely get caught if she would remove her snowpants and her parents could see her wet pants underneat. She knew what she did was bad and she would get in trouble if her parents would find out but she enjoyed the feeling so much and it didn't feel like it should be a bad thing actually, pee isn't disgusting anyway, she learned in school that it's even sterile. She continued finishing the face of her snowman. After a couple of minutes had passed (she was taking her sweet time as she was more focused on the wetness in her pants) she was pretty much done with her snowman and was decorating it a little bit with a hat and some other stuff lying around, she still had to pee and the warmth in her pants had faded away to be replaced with coolness. "i'm still wearing wet pants anyway, why not just do a little bit more and warm them up again" she thought, "no sign of my parents anyway" Luna was getting more daring at this point, as she spread her legs apart. She relaxed her bladder and started to push again. She let out a short stream in her pants, feeling the familiar warmth in her crotch once more, it came out so much easier than before she thought. As she relished the feeling again. She let out another spurt and another longer one immediatly after as she felt the warmth spreading down her legs... But it felt so good that she didn't want to stop... Just as she ended her last spurt she gave in to the feeling and with another sigh she relaxed, and this time she wasn't sure if she wanted to stop the stream anymore. She felt a shiver going up her spine as she realised she was contemplating to fully pissing her pants now. As there was no other sound in the vicinity she could start hearing the clear hissing sound of her pissing her pants, She felt pee pooling up in her crotch and spreading to her butt before cascading down her legs, she completely succumbed and relished the feeling of the warm wetness spreading as she felt herself fully emptying her bladder in her pants. Standing with spread legs in the middle of the yard in the snow, she let out a barily audible "aaah" while standing next to her snowman. The hissing slowly died down and her stream subsided as she pushed out the last few drops of pee in her soaked panties, she shivered, feeling the warmth and wetness spread trough her pants, all the way down between and on the back of her legs, she could now feel alot more wetness in the front and on her butt aswell. "best feeling ever" she thought while she started to blush. Luna got a massive grin on her face as she realised what she had done, she couldn't believe she had completely pissed her pants like a toddler. It wasn't even an accident, she did it fully on purpose. She could've went inside at any moment and used the toilet, it's only 2 freaking doors! She closed her legs again and pressed them togheter a bit to feel the wetness, before starting to make her way to the front door of the bungalow. As she made her way inside the warmth in her pants was starting to fade away and so was her euphoric feeling, the fear of getting caught started creeping in... after all she didn't intend to fully wet herself at first... Very aware of her very wet and soaked pants but she had checked for any kind of wetness before coming in and luckily she couldn't find any signs, when she met her mom in the kitchen:"I finished the snowman! please go take a look and tell me what you think?" as her mom was doing the dishes and said: "sure sweety, why don't you take off those winter clothes and snowpants and go sit with your dad in the sofa, we're gonna start a movie in a little bit." Luna panicked and her mind started racing "Is it ok if i first take a quick shower so i can put on my pj?", wich her mom replied "hmm, you could do that later aswell sweety, i think i heard your dad saying you wanted a snowball fight with him before we go home? So why not take a shower after that" Luna's heart skipped a beat. "I think i'm done playing with snow for today mom" After a small silence wich felt like an eternity she replied with, "your loss sweety, you know we don't often have this chance, but sure go take a shower" Luna quickly bolted out of the kitchen for the bathroom and felt like she reached the finish line of "getting away with her soaking pants" she tought as she closed the door of the bathroom after her. Her mother continued putting away the dishes as she leaned a bit to the side and over the counter just as she did a few minutes earlier to glance out of the window, if she leaned in like this she could just see the snowman outside, what Luna didn't realise is that her mother did this from time to time to check up on her when she was building the snowman. She could swear she had seen her daughter zone out a couple of times and afterwards what seemed to be checking her crotch? It started to dawn on her when she saw her daughter put on the hat on the snowman, spread her legs and just stood there for atleast a minute, maybe two. She could swear, if she didn't know any better that her daughter had deliberately peed her pants while making that snowman. For that reason she mentioned to remove her winter clothing when she came inside to see her reaction, and her panicked reaction had pretty much confirmed her suspicion that her daughter had soaked her pants. She grinned but decided to pretend she didn't see anything. Kids...
  15. Hi, it's me, Spectre! For the past few years now, I've been using Garry's Mod as an art tool to make some pretty cool stuff. Recently I've even started using it to make Omorashi art, and I figured it's time for me to share it. I'm still learning, so expect a little bit of jank in some of the stuff here. I'm not taking requests or anything of the sort at the moment. I'm sorta just doing my own thing. But here’s some things you can expect to see, or also stuff to keep in mind incase I do Requests or Comms in the future: I do mostly wetting, but occasionally I’ll make stuff that contains nudity. Either exposed genitals or breasts. Sometimes I’ll make male stuff, but only on Twinks, Femboys or general Pretty Boys. I can’t make messing I won’t make content on any furry or MLP characters. You’ll only see humans or humanoid aliens and fantasy creatures… and androids😉
  16. Maybe we all show our collection of female bladder bulges , that would be great, i will start
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    Plot Outline While enjoying a field trip, five ordinary students suddenly find themselves stranded in an unfamiliar world. But it soon turns out that they might not be quite as ordinary as they thought! You play as Reguma, schoolboy and RPG expert, as he leads his four cute schoolgirl classmates through a grand adventure in a fantastical realm, battling against demon hoards and fulfilling an ancient prophecy. But facing long treks, exhausting fights and sticky situations, will these girls be able to keep their underwear dry? Summary This is an English translation of the full version of Ao Kurage's wonderful RPG もじクエ (MojiQue) into English. The project was officially completed on the 10th of September, 2020 with the help of many contributors and supporters! The GitHub page for the translation can be found here. Please find the original Japanese version here. Uncensor Patch Here's an optional uncensor patch for the bath scene: https://mega.nz/file/xYNkUSbR#HPIP30eeDhjYdraOviQuJxg-41FYs2KSs-fKSFlMaEk Drag the Graphics folder into the root of the game directory, overwriting all files. A rencensor patch (for reverting the uncensor patch) is available here: https://mega.nz/file/JcMTkAKK#1xB6OxbeacrIM-oYC2Wp_XW3K2mYKwLdE9rSM1inqvc Discussion Thread My Game Won't Work! PLEASE READ. You may see an error like this: If so, please follow the instructions below to allow Japanese games to be supported on a non-Japanese Windows PC. Not following these steps is the cause of many error messages encountered when trying to play this game. Navigate to the Control Panel and go to the Clock and Region section Click on the Region link Switch to the Administrative tab Click on Change system locale... Open the Current system locale drop down and select Japanese (Japan) Click OK on the open dialogs, then restart your system There has also been plenty of discussion around technical issues in this file's comments section already, so please search around before asking. Survey: Feedback and Issues Please let me know at the following link if you have found any problems with the translated dialogue in the full version of the game. https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/FZP6TKX
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  18. This is a story I wrote several months back and have been sitting on since, but I’ve decided to go ahead and post it now. The inspiration for this came mainly from my love of ladies in uniform along with my interest of desperation in historical times; as such, this story is written in the perspective of a former military woman sharing an experience from her past. Quick author’s note: this story takes place in the 1940s, a time period and a setting that I have very little knowledge and experience in. While I did my best to do some preliminary research to establish as much accuracy as I could, please bear in mind that I’m no historian, so there are likely some historical inaccuracies present. Ultimately, the main point of the story is obviously the omo aspect, so that was my primary focus. On that note, please enjoy! The Tale of an ATS Officer: A Long Transport When I think back to my days in the service, I can still remember the hardships and difficulties that I had to face, many of which, I believe, shaped me into the woman I am today. There are several that jump to mind, whether it’s the struggle of living away from home for the first time, or the constant looming worry that stems from being stationed at a place of conflict. But there were many smaller hardships, many that I personally endured, that often don’t get mentioned, though I believe those are equally important in conveying the true reality of what life was like for a young and inexperienced military woman in those days, such as myself. The story I’m about to share here today is an example of such that took place during my time in the Auxiliary Territorial Service (ATS) — a time when a seemingly ordinary event turned into a rather bizarre predicament, one that nearly caused me to experience the greatest humiliation of my life. Looking back after all these years, I must admit the whole thing was actually quite humorous, and this little anecdote is sure to give you, dear reader, quite the laugh — though I can assure you it was anything but amusing at the time! When this took place, in the year 1942 (I had just turned 30), I was posted in the Middle East at a camp in Egypt, doing my duties there as an intelligence officer. Much of my job involved handling classified military information and relaying it to various superior officers as necessary; it was often demanding at times, but I welcomed the hard work, and I found it to be very fulfilling. On this particular day, I was given the task of carrying a set of reports up north to a camp located about 3 hours away by car. Initially, I was meant to travel up alone, driven up by one of the girls in the camp who’d been trained as a driver. However, two area commanders had chosen that same day to run barracks inspections in all the camps in the vicinity, and it so happened that they were both headed to the same camp that I was. So it was quickly decided that I would simply accompany them on their journey rather than wasting fuel for me to drive up separately. The trip would, however, take longer since the commanders planned to make a couple stops at some smaller camps along the way. I was not bothered by this, however, and was more than happy to travel with them. The two men arrived early that morning to go through the inspections, during which time I quickly got myself ready for the journey. I donned the usual ATS uniform, consisting of an all-khaki ensemble of a shirt, jacket, and skirt with brown shoes. Even our stockings and underwear were the same beige color! It was all rather drab and monotonous in my eyes, though we hardly had any other options. With my uniform in place, I went to the office to pick up the all-important package: a box sealed tight containing the reports that were to be transferred. With it in hand, I made my way to one last stop before I set off on the journey: the mess hall. With summertime rapidly approaching, the heat was growing worse with each day; even the mornings were becoming unbearable. Such was the case that day, and I stepped into the mess hall with quite a thirst and a hankering for some cold water to cool myself off. Hoping to keep myself well hydrated for the long journey, I gulped down several cups of water and even filled up my large steel bottle to the brim which I planned to bring with me. Soon afterwards, I met with the commanders, who introduced themselves as well as their driver, Carol, a young woman from a different camp who’d be driving us the whole way. I certainly didn’t envy her job — it was a long trip there and back, over six whole hours of driving which she had to manage on her own! Nevertheless, she did not seem too perturbed and happily got on with it as we set off from the camp, sitting alone at the front while I sat in the back seat between the two commanders, making conversation as we went along. Unfortunately, the heat was making things quite uncomfortable in the cramped area, and my thick uniform vest was certainly not doing anything to help. I found myself sipping continuously from my bottle as we went; I’d thought a liter of water would be adequate for the whole trip, but after just half an hour, it was nearly all gone! I silently cursed to myself, knowing I shouldn’t have finished it all so early. Little did I know, however, that my true predicament was only just beginning: it was right around then that I began feeling that all too familiar sensation down below — the dreaded call of nature. I immediately realized what a foolish mistake I’d made: to drink so much water right before an hours-long trip with no guarantee of women’s lavatory facilities along the way…oh dear, what had I been thinking? But alas, it was all too late now. Our next stop was due to be a storage facility about an hour away, and I simply had to hope I could find suitable accommodations there. The drive was fairly uneventful, and the two gentlemen beside me proved to be pleasant company, though I was getting increasingly distracted from the conversation by my personal need, which grew alarmingly quickly over the next hour. Upon arrival at our first stop, it had developed into quite the pressing urge, and I was very keen to get out of the car and search for a place to relieve myself. But as the car came to a halt and I made to climb out, one of the commanders stopped me and said we wouldn’t be staying long, and that it’d be better if I remained in the car so we could set off quickly once they were done. I badly wanted to protest, but how could I? I certainly couldn’t disobey a superior’s command, and I was far too embarrassed to admit such a private need to him. Thus, I was forced to bite my tongue and watch on as they walked off to the building beyond the gate. At the very least I had the company of Carol, which provided some welcome distraction. I was hoping the wait would be a short one as the commander had promised, but it was over half an hour before they finally made their way back, a duration during which my most unfortunate condition had worsened considerably. As we set off once again, I was in genuine discomfort, and this time it had nothing to do with the heat (though that too was awful). I innocently asked the commanders what our next stop was and how long it would take to arrive, and they told me we’d be stopping at a camp about an hour away. This response was far from comforting. The word “hour” in particular was a cause of serious worry. In the condition I was in, it was going to be a long way. I knew from prior trips that this road was completely bare, so there was no hope of finding a place to stop along the way. I was in for the whole ride. And with the commanders sitting on either side of me, I simply had to keep myself composed — the last thing I wanted was for them to realize that I was dying for a pee! It was no easy task — an hour had never felt so long, and as we neared the second stop, it was impossible to sit still. For the final twenty minutes, I sat with my thighs clenched tight while my legs jiggled restlessly in place. When I finally laid my eyes on the camp gates as we drew near, I genuinely let out a breath of relief. But just when I was thinking that I was finally saved, we rolled through the gates into the enclosed area, and I saw that this was no camp, but rather a construction zone. You see, what my gentlemen companions had failed to inform me of was that this “camp” was still being built and was clearly nowhere close to being finished. It was mostly just piles of materials lying about everywhere, and a couple of small squat buildings in the middle. One quick look around was enough to deduce that Carol and I were the only two women amidst a crew of male workers. And based off of what I could see, I quickly came to a most unwelcome conclusion: there were no lavatories available here, certainly not one suitable or private enough for a woman to use. Clearly all the male workers were fine with walking a ways down the road to unburden themselves out in the open, a luxury that I simply did not have. I’m sure you can imagine the horror I felt at that moment: I was now doomed to endure my bladder until we arrived at the final camp — and that could take another two hours! Just like before, the commanders headed off as soon as we came to a stop, disappearing into one of the small buildings and leaving Carol and I to watch over the car while they went about their duties. This time, the wait was far more difficult, and I was noticeably agitated as I sat with tightly crossed legs in the backseat. At least with the superiors gone, I could squirm freely to help keep my bladder calm, though even that was starting to help less and less. I was quickly becoming desperate, and at this rate I knew the situation would soon become precarious. I tried to keep up conversation with Carol, but truthfully, I was struggling to even focus on that. All I could do was sit there and silently implore the commanders to hurry up and finish so we could be on our way as quickly as possible. When the building door reopened half an hour later and one of the commanders reemerged, my heart leapt as I thought we’d finally be on our way again. To my dismay, it turned out he merely came out to invite us inside for some tea! Tea was the absolute last thing I needed, but it wasn’t my place to refuse the offer, so I simply nodded and followed alongside Carol into the building. Inside, a couple of the workers greeted us and quickly poured us full steaming hot mugs, which I politely accepted before taking the seat that was offered. I did not relish the idea of putting even more liquids in my body, but refusing to drink would simply have been rude. As I slowly sipped, the men sitting around the table continued with their discussions, though my mind was so clouded by my need at this point that I genuinely couldn’t focus on what they were even saying. Not that it related to me anyway, so I was more than happy to sit there in silence as they talked. The meeting went on for another thirty minutes, a duration during which I rapidly grew incredibly restless. I was bursting for the loo, and I simply could not keep myself still! I was glad the table covered everything below my waist because underneath, my legs were bouncing frantically without pause. I was crossing my legs one way, then the other, shifting in my seat every two minutes trying to find a comfortable position. It was not at all how an officer was supposed to behave in such a formal situation, but I just couldn’t help myself, so great was my need. And to make matters worse, I had to keep sipping away at my tea, lest I be rude to the kind men who offered it, but in doing so, I was only adding even more fuel to my already bloated bladder. Goodness, what a predicament I was in! At long last, the discussions came to an end, and along with it my masterful chair-wriggling performance. The commanders rose to their feet — while I gratefully followed suit — bid their farewells and made their way out and back to the vehicle. I hurried along behind Carol, more eager than anyone to get back on the road once more. The four of us clambered back inside, retaking the same seats as before. Finally, after one last goodbye, Carol brought the engine to life, and we were off. It was the final leg of the journey, but also without a doubt the most difficult one. Even from the get-go I was incredibly desperate — I had no idea how I was going to manage another whole hour in the state I was in. But what other option did I have? I was forced to sit there, grit my teeth, and squeeze my thighs together to hold on until we arrived. When I tell you what transpired was the longest and most agonizing hour of my life, I genuinely mean it. I couldn’t remember a time when my bladder had been so full, it was excruciating! But I had to outlast it, I had to endure until we arrived, because if I didn’t, it would’ve been the biggest humiliation of my life. Clasping my hands together tightly, I tried to keep myself distracted; leaning forward in my seat, I looked out the window at the passing scenes, the trees, the rocks, anything. It didn’t help much at all. I was beyond agitated, my knees bobbing rapidly up and down practically of their own free will. I rubbed my hands up and down my shaking thighs, smoothing out my skirt and trying to keep it from riding up from all the movement. The pressure in my abdomen was immense, and yet every minute it just grew worse and worse. And as if things weren’t bad enough, the road we were on was incredibly uneven, and every bump we rode over sent a jolt of pure agony straight through my bladder. It was absolute misery! I was praying and praying in my head for this awful journey to just please come to an end. Staring at the back of Carol’s head, I silently implored her to drive as fast as she possibly could and get us to the camp. Truth be told, she was doing a very good job, and we were making quick progress, but with my bladder pounding inside me, nothing felt fast enough. I kept craning my neck as I stared longingly out the window at the horizon ahead, hoping against hope each time I did so that I would finally see the camp looming in the distance, that our arrival would be imminent; but each time, I saw nothing but vast emptiness, reminding me that there was still a long way to go. By the time we were halfway through, the pressure was already reaching unbearable heights. It felt as if a fire had been ignited at my crotch, so strong was the sensation that tore viciously in my lower belly. It was desperation in a sense that I had never felt before. Oh, I would’ve given anything, anything, to have been able to empty my throbbing bladder, I didn’t care how, just so long as I could be free of this awful burden! But trapped within the confines of that car and seated between two high-ranking men, I was as helpless as a child. It was a horrible situation to be in. At this point, I was utterly frantic. “Agitated” wouldn’t even begin to describe it. My legs were shaking violently underneath me in every direction they could find space. I had long since given up any attempt to remain discreet, for that was simply no longer possible. I was well aware that my companions had noticed my strange behavior — I could see their questioning glances out of the corner of my eyes, which sent a blush creeping up to my face. Thankfully, they didn’t bother to comment on it, and for that at least I was grateful. Every single muscle in my lower half was constricted, pushing back against the heavy weight of my swollen bladder in my desperate attempts to keep it at bay. Just a bit longer, just a bit longer, was all I could think, over and over again in my head, like a chant, spurring myself to keep holding on. My poor sphincter felt like it was about to tear open from all the immense force that it was enduring. It was so incredibly painful; I could not believe how I was even managing to keep it all in anymore. As the situation became dire, I was starting to become extremely concerned. The need was so incredibly strong by now that I was genuinely beginning to wonder if I could even manage to wait long enough. The thought that I might actually wet myself where I sat, right next to both the commanders, began going through my head. It was a horrifying possibility. As my desperation reached agonizing levels, for the first time I was seriously considering begging the commanders to stop the car so I could scurry behind it, lift up my skirt and squat down right then and there, privacy be damned. Oh, even just the thought was so inviting, I longed to be able to do it, to finally ease this awful pain, I didn’t even care how embarrassing it would be. But alas, I simply could not work up the courage to make such a request, even with my bladder practically screaming at me to do so. Besides, we weren’t too far off now, if only I could just wait a bit longer… The final fifteen minutes were nothing short of sheer torture. I sat hunched over at the waist, my hands clutching at the seat so hard my knuckles were almost popping out of my hand. I could hardly even breathe, my throat constricted out of pure, unadulterated need. My bladder was utterly relentless in its onslaught against me, and the urge was so strong that I was tearing up from the vicious pain. It honestly felt like there was a massive lake pressing down between my legs, and it was growing bigger and bigger in size with every minute. It was absolute agony. I was grinding my feet against the floor, my toes curled tight out of pure desperation. Come on, we’re so close, almost there, almost there… Those words were the only thing on my mind at that moment. I knew deep down that we weren’t far now, and I’d be damned if I were to lose the battle after getting this close! But the last bit is always the hardest, and boy was that true in this case. I was nearly in tears, practically choking back sobs as I endured one vicious pang from my bladder after another. My hands pressed down hard against my upper lap, fingers clutching at my skirt, and my thighs flew side to side all across the seat in a frenzy. I was actively fighting the urge to reach down and hold myself between my legs. Inside my head, I kept saying the words over and over: almost there, almost there, oh please… And then, at long last, there it was: the buildings of the camp, visible on the horizon. My eyes widened immediately at the sight, and the elation I felt upon seeing it was like no other emotion I had ever felt. Oh, I nearly wept with joy! Finally, the end of my torture was approaching. As we were admitted through the gates, I sat bolt upright in my seat, ready to pop out of my seat and rush headlong for the nearest lavatory I could find. My main duty, of course, was to deliver the box of reports in my possession to the intelligence officers, but they were simply going to have to wait. However, any hope I had of running off in search of relief were soon gone, because the moment Carol brought the car to a stop, we were quickly approached by a female officer, who turned out to be the base commander. As we disembarked, she introduced herself and greeted the gentlemen, while I was forced to stand there politely and respectfully. I can assure you, trying to maintain composure and professionalism while your bladder’s about to explode is just about the hardest thing you could do, as I learned firsthand at that moment. My legs were practically twisted into a knot as I stood there waiting for the commanders to finish up their chatter. They took their sweet time, leaving me to scream curses in my head as I swore internally at them to hurry up and finish their damn conversation! A full bladder really does bring out the worst in you. Finally, the base commander turned her attention to me and the package I was carrying, asking me where it was to be delivered, and it was with enormous difficulty that I managed to stammer out an answer to her question. Thankfully, the commander offered to show me to the office to which I was supposed to bring the documents, and asked the group to follow her as she began leading the way. Even the simple act of walking was agonizing, each step disturbing my bladder and sending sensations of pure pain flooding through my abdomen. I didn’t dare separate my thighs for even an instant, so it was more like an awkward shuffle as I took one small step after another, all while trying to keep up with the commander’s pace. I swear I could practically feel the liquid sloshing around within. God, I was so unbelievably full, there could not have been a milliliter of space left. I simply had to find a lavatory, immediately! But where was it?? As we approached the building, the commander indicated for me to go in, saying that there was an officer inside waiting for me. And indeed, the moment I stepped through the door, I was greeted by another woman, a fellow intelligence officer like me. Seeing the package in my hands, she nodded and said she’d been expecting me, before turning and bidding me to follow her to the back where we would file the reports. I, however, simply could not wait any longer. Plopping the box on a nearby table, I quickly stopped her firmly in her tracks, and then, with a sense of utmost urgency that I did not have to feign, and a face the color of beetroot, hastily confessed my desperate plight to her before begging her to show me to the nearest lavatory. For a moment she seemed taken aback by my sudden candidness. But she must’ve noticed the utter distress on my face because she immediately became very sympathetic and quickly began ushering me out the door. I followed her gratefully as she took me to a small wooden shack situated a short distance away. Written upon the door were the most welcome words I had ever seen: “WC – Female”. Giving my escort my sincerest thanks, I nearly flung myself through the door, slamming it shut and locking it while my clenched legs trembled underneath me. Whipping around, I turned to face the “toilet”, which was nothing but a hole in the ground lined with a metal pan. It wasn’t much, but at that moment, it looked like heaven to my eyes. I staggered towards it while simultaneously hiking up my skirt, straddling the pan underneath. So urgent was my need that I couldn’t even wait until my undergarments were down before starting to pee, sending the initial stream gushing straight through the fabric in a messy spray. Grabbing the waistband, I frantically lowered my knickers before squatting down at last and unleashing an absolutely monstrous stream into the pan. Ohhh… my goodness, I could not even begin to describe the utter relief I had felt at that moment. To this day I can vividly remember it, as if it were yesterday. It was heavenly. I moaned audibly as pure and total bliss enveloped my whole body, the incredible sensation of wonderful release after five hours of absolute torture, of finally allowing my tightly constricted muscles to relax completely. I grew weak in the knees, almost collapsing from relief. From between my legs raced out a literal river of pee as I emptied out the fullest bladder I’d ever held in my life. The sound of the powerful jet thundering against the metal was deafening. The stream was clear as water and thick as a pencil, bursting forth with incredible, unrelenting force. I sighed and sighed as I spread my legs apart, relishing the sensation of all that urine finally gushing out of me. And it continued on at extraordinary length, far longer than I had ever gone before. I wasn’t keeping track, but it must’ve been over a minute before it finally came to an end. Even once I was done, I had to sit there for a moment just to catch my breath and regain my senses. The feeling of an empty bladder had never felt so good. I got to my feet, feeling immensely lighter than I had five minutes ago. And now, dear reader, you may be thinking that the story is done and over — but I can assure you it’s not! For no sooner than I opened the lavatory door to make my way back out, did I come face to face with Carol, standing there grimacing with her hand buried in her crotch! Before I could so much as react, the girl had shoved right past me, her fingers furiously clawing at her trousers’ button as she went. In that split second, it suddenly dawned on me that I had not been the only one suffering from a lengthy lack of lavatories. It was obvious now looking back, as she’d been with me throughout the entire trip, and had no doubt been longing for a comfort break just like I’d been, something I’d completely failed to notice at the time having been preoccupied with my own need. Carol, driven by absolute urgency, slammed the door shut behind her without even attempting to place the lock. However, the wooden door merely rattled against the frame and swung right back open, providing her with no cover whatsoever. Carol, however, didn’t even seem to notice, as she was already standing over the toilet, entirely focused on getting her trousers down as fast as humanly possible, practically jumping from one foot to the other as she fought to undo the button. I didn’t want to leave her totally exposed, so on a spur of the moment decision, I quickly reached inside for the door to close it. Only, when I pulled on it, it wouldn’t budge! I glanced down and realized the door had gotten stuck on part of the uneven ground below, preventing me from moving it whatsoever. It was at that moment that Carol finally got her pants undone. Before I could even blink, she tore her trousers and underwear down in one fell swoop, exposing her most private areas right in front of my eyes before finally squatting over the toilet. For the second time in succession, the lavatory was filled with the roar of a very hard stream colliding forcefully against a metal surface. I know I should’ve looked away, but for a moment my eyes were transfixed by the image of Carol’s bare behind hanging over the hole as a thick, gushing stream erupted from within at unbelievable pressure. There was no doubt about it, she had been just as desperate as I had, if not even more so! Forcing myself to tear my eyes away, I quickly turned around and stood guard at the door, figuring at least some cover would be better than none. I could hardly believe how loud it was; I’m sure half the camp must’ve heard her peeing! Despite the noise, I could still make out a series of very relieved “ohhh”s and “ahhh”s coming from behind me; I couldn’t help but smile because I knew exactly how good she felt at that moment. Just like me, she too went on and on for a ridiculously long time — I guess we’d both been blessed with a pair of enormous bladders! And good thing too, because how else would we have managed to last for so long? But I stood there and waited patiently as she finished up and redressed herself, turning around only once I heard her footsteps moving towards me. She looked terribly embarrassed when she realized the door had been open this whole time but thanked me most graciously for staying there and providing cover for her. As we headed back, she confessed to me that she’d actually been bursting to go ever since arriving at my camp five hours previously but had been too shy to ask anyone where the lavatories were. I was shocked when I’d heard this — I was nearly crying in pain towards the end of the journey, I couldn’t even imagine how this poor woman must’ve felt having had to wait even longer than I had! And while driving, to boot! I marveled at her ability to hold her composure and do her job so effectively even through such hardship. Funnily enough, Carol became a close friend of mine after that, and even to this day we keep in touch. I suppose that sometimes friendships are formed in the most unusual circumstances. And yes, we do bring up the “pee incident” and laugh about it from time to time. Well, there you have it, the strangest and possibly the most humorous incident of my time in the ATS. Hope you got a good laugh out of it at my expense (and Carol’s too, of course). Moral of the story? Always have a pee before heading out on a five-hour trip; you’ll regret it if you don’t!
  19. From the album: Poses and Short Sequences

    Just testing how extreme I can make bladder bulges with some new posing tools that were released recently.
  20. From the album: Poses and Short Sequences

    Just testing how extreme I can make bladder bulges with some new posing tools that were released recently.
  21. From the album: Poses and Short Sequences

    When you work with a highly advanced and curious machine learning system, bringing your work home with you can lead to some very... interesting situations. Hang in there, Laramie!
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