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  1. Papergami

    female [Commission] Soft and wet

    From the album: My Art

    Do you want a omorashi drawing of some special character? Contact and ask me! I make commissions for around $5. You can see more on my Deviantart page: https://papergami.deviantart.com/
  2. Captain L

    female Noah, No Luck (2/4)

    Someone who's played Suikoden IV will have to fill in for me here.

    © Anba no Nobu

  3. Captain L

    female Noah, No Luck (1/4)

    Someone who's played Suikoden IV will have to fill in for me here.

    © Anba no Nobu

  4. Captain L

    female Noah, No Luck (3/4)

    Someone who's played Suikoden IV will have to fill in for me here.

    © Anba no Nobu

  5. Captain L

    female Noah, No Luck (4/4)

    Someone who's played Suikoden IV will have to fill in for me here.

    © Anba no Nobu

  6. Captain L

    female Ink Splotch 3

    "Don't tell me...someone's superjumping here!"

    © Takt

  7. Captain L

    female Ink Splotch 2

    "Hm? What was that sound?"

    © Takt

  8. Captain L

    female Ink Splotch 1

    "Ugh...now's really the worst time to need to do this. I'm barely making a dent in our territory like this."

    © Takt

  9. Hey guys ? I have a quite a few sightings over the years. Some of which during were on a Saturday night, where after drinking, partying, and having so much fun, some ladies completely forget to use the bathroom. Or better yet, some of them definitely have to use the bathroom, but can't be bother with the "inconvenience." ? Other sightings were random desperate moments I observed in a grocery store that just happened to make my day. Either way, here of some of my favorite little snippets of desperation. I was out on a Saturday night, leaving a bar as my friends and I went their separate ways. I was feeling kind of hungry, so I went to a local taco place. Not only did they have good tacos, but they only had one stall for each bathroom. Better yet, each bathroom was locked with a key, which sometimes gets lost, or maybe the staff is too busy to go and fetch it from the back. Either way, those doors a locked quite frequently, likely to the dismay of several desperate women that may enter the restaurant after all the bars have been closed. One evening, I myself happened to be in line, when a busty latina girl in a peach cocktail dress came rushing in. She had her hands pressed against the crotch of her dress, and her bladder was visibly bulging out from her dress. She tried the door, and surprise: it was locked. "Ohhhh, I have to pee soooo bad." She moaned to herself, and immediately broke into a pee dance, stepping from one foot to the other, crossing her legs, and bouncing up and down. She didn't care if anyone was watching, it was likely all she could do to keep from wetting herself. The door stayed shut. She knocked several times, but no answer. "What is this bitch doing in there." She mumbling to herself, stepping from foot to foot. "Maybe you should ask her," I teased, as I continued to wait in line for my hand washing. "That's a great idea," she smiled at me, "HEY BITCH WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE!?" Hands down, one of the funniest things I've seen, ever. "Oh god, I'm gonna piss myselfffff." She moaned, double crossing her legs and bending forward, giving me an excellent view of her cleavage. "Should I ask them for a wet floor sign?" I laughed jokingly. I'm an asshole, I know. "HAHA! Don't make me laugh or you will!" She giggled, with a forced smile. We chatted for another minute or two before my turn was up, and I very quickly washed my hands ti get back out there to enjoy the show. When I left the bathroom she was walking in place. "Working on your cardio?" I asked suggestively. "I'm about to pee myself, I don't need this kind of positivity in my life right now." She giggled, bending forward with her hands pressed firmly between her thighs. "I'll leave you to it then!" I giggle, returning to my table. The girl continued to furiously potty dance at the bathroom door, stepping from foot to foot, bouncing up and down, and all around trying to keep her panties dry kind of dance moves. Just then, a slim Asian gal came from the front of the cash register, with key in hand, and walked right past the dancing girl into the bathroom. The girl, with her mouth agape, muttered "are you f**king kidding me?" She bit her lip and started lifting her thighs up to her waist, in a high step potty dance. Who knows how long this Asian girl would be in the restroom? Hopefully long enough for me to see this beautiful Latin women finish her dance routine, or even better, long enough that I could go fetch that 'wet floor' sign. She knocked on the door with urgency, still lifting her heels to her waist, and alternating between that and kicking her heels back behind her. No response. She knocked on the men's room. Apparently, there was someone in there as well, but she felt she had a better chance of staying dry if she stuck around there for a bit. After maybe another minute of furious pee dancing, leg crossing, and other sexy variations of "don't wet yourself," the men's room opened and she rushed inside. She walked out looking very relieved, flashed me a friendly smile, and got in line for some tacos. Kinda made my night.
  10. Hi everyone! Its me, Kozmo! This isn't the next part of Lotto, rather this is an experience I had the other day coming home, due to an unfortunate misunderstanding I had with both my own brain and my scheduling. This will likely be a shorter one, due to the fact that it wasn't really planned out like a lot of my stuff, it just happened due to circumstance. Basically I was at my friends apartment, and had been there since the previous evening. There were a few of us and we had a few drinks. I was in a basic getup, black tank top, denim short shorts, black knee highs, and black and red lacy undergarments. My hair was tied up in a ponytail so I actually got to show off most of my tats, including the one on my upper back. Hardly any of the stuff that happened while I was there actually matters, it was just a lot of alcohol and video games. The things that really matter are as follows 1. I wanted to go home that evening. We had gotten pretty sloshed the previous evening, so this was the wind-down day. To get home from my friends house, I to walk a few blocks to a bus stop, and then ride two busses to get home, with the total ride taking well over an hour, just because I live in an inconvenient spot for bus routes. 2. I wanted to be lewd when I got home. When I get drunk, I get lewd. (Some people take advantage of that and it makes me sad when I wake up the next day but this is not one of those days.) When I get lewd, I usually think about omo. Because my lewdness involves omo, I drink more, which gives me more alcohol sometimes, which makes me lewder, meaning more omo, more drinking, you get the idea. Therefore, my idea was for lewd omo things when I had gotten home, and I had already started filling myself up very substantially with wine and beer looong before I was even due to leave. And perhaps the most important part that you should know heading into this 3. Is that I got the fucking bus schedule wrong. As finicky as I am regarding just about everything in my life, you'd think I'd get that much right. I normally use google maps to double check arrival times, but remember how I posted that status the other day about how I ran out of data? Yeah. I thought it came every hour to that specific spot, :45 on the dot. Turns out there's an hour it skips, for whatever reason. So I leave the apartment, mildly buzzed and needing to pee like you wouldn't believe. I walk my walk, savoring the feeling of the waistband pushing into my bladder, stopping every little bit to knock my knees a little. I had to pee. Emphasis. I thought I had this perfectly timed. By the time I'd get home, I'd be extremely close to bursting, and I could savor the fun. I did make it to the bus stop eventually. I sat down, crossed my legs. I hopped on a discord voicechat via the wifi at the cafe across the street with some friends and tried not to let my voice tremble. The bus would be here in 5 minutes after all. Except it wasn't. And I panicked. Oh BOY did I panic. I almost aborted right there. Almost. But I'm me, and you know how I work. Half of my brain screamed abort, find bathroom. The other half screamed, CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. So I checked google maps, now that I had a wifi spot, and that was when I discovered the bus in question would not arrive for another hour. The duel voices screaming ABORT and CHALLENGE ACCEPTED intensified, and the latter won out. I went to said cafe, sat down outside, and waited. And waited. And trembled and tried not to desperately moan into my earbuds mic on discord. And waited. And then walked to Burger King because I wanted spicy nuggs. Which I got a drink with, because I'm ME. Then I went back and waited some more. It was at this point I was doubting my ability to hold it. I mean yeah I was desperate to pee beforehand, but this was like, advanced desperation. The end might be near desperation. Uncertainty setting in desperation. You know what I mean? I finished my nuggs and my drink and I went back to the bus stop. My walking was as if it was on eggshells, and I was starting to sweat from the effort of holding it. I wanted immediately to be able to sit back down, but luckily I was still in that voice chat so I was able to keep my mind off it at least a little. Then the bus came. I saw it and my brain ticked that my journey home was actually beginning! And I leaked! Shit. I felt a substantial spurt fire out of me almost simultaneously the second my brain registered joy. I didn't have to look to know the denim had been darkened between my legs. But I was at a bus stop. There was people on the bus, there was people getting ON the bus, I sure as hell wasn't going to make a show of guessing. I just got on the bus, kept my legs together as I could keep them, and sat right in the front by myself, and just kept my eyes on my knees, a bead of sweat trailing down my head. I didn't have discord to keep me occupied anymore as I was leaving wifi, and now I was surrounded by people. But I wasn't going to lose it on the bus. I was not. I'm a very eyes on the prize girl. I sat there, I rubbed my legs together, held my purse on my lap, wiggled around, the full half an hour until I had to transfer busses. The bus that was not at the transfer yet. Fuck me, right? So now I'm standing outside on the bus stop, most people have filed out. Mines the last bus out, and my neighbourhood is the last stop. Remember what I said about inconvenient bussing? It actually takes me fucking forever to get anywhere from home, and then back home. Good thing I'm a couch potato. Its cold outside, because now its dark out, good ol' nighttime, and I'm standing on a main street just about to pee my shorts. The reality of that hit me pretty hard, and I leaked again. Not a lil leak. A my face went immediately pale because that's really fucking visible leak. I felt a gush push out of me, soak my underwear, the crotch of my shorts, and trail down my thigh, off my knee, and patter on the ground. I almost lost it right then and there out of the panic that ensued. But eyes on the prize. Its dark, nobody can see. I'm good. You'd think it would be a relief, but honestly it made my need to pee a billion times worse. I held my purse in front of me and dug my hand into that obvious area between my legs as hard as I could. Hold it, hold it, hold it. The bus did eventually arrive, and I went in that side door they have and planted myself in the back left corner. Half an hour left. And boy was that half an hour, I dribbled a bit just about every bump we hit and had to bite my finger to keep from automatically mewling. It sucks being a vocal-while-desperate person when the desperation is in public. This may not seem like much, but our roads suuuuuuuck. Though, I think the fact that it was just dribbles saved my clothes a fair deal, or at least prevented a mess on the seat. I'm not versed in how fabric saturation works, but maybe someone here is. I just figured a looot of dribbles is better than 3 or 4 massive leaks. Eventually we pulled up to my neighbourhood and I got off at my street. I stood there until the bus left, to make sure there was no prying eyes. Walking up my street was torture, because I KNEW I was there. I just had to make this final trek. Step, leak. Step, leak. Step, leak. It was like my foot steps were those pedals you push with your foot on those outdoor sinks at festivals. They weren't huge leaks, but by the time I got to my doorstep my shorts were very wet, front and back. I had glistening streaks all down the back of my legs, and my kneesocks were damp. There was no denying that I had, essentially, very much peed my pants. It was at this point I experienced a phenomenon I read about a lot on the site, but had yet to experience. A literal key-in-latch wetting. I hobbled up my steps, and stuck my key in my front door. It was instant. My brain clicked that I was home. The key in the lock was symbolic. Before I could even turn it, I completely lost control, moaning loudly as I started pissing myself. My shorts literally could not contain it, it poured down both legs and a constant stream straight to the ground between them. I was home safe essentially and the relief was way too much, I fell forward with my head against the glass on my doors window, continuing to let out little gasps as I created a river that poured down my steps. Shorts, socks, shoes, all were beyond saving. I finished emptying myself after awhile, and just kind of stood there, marveling in what had just happened. I was so loopy from the relief I forgot to turn the key and walked into my door trying to push it in. I could hear my shoes squelch. I got in, peeled off my clothes right on my doormat, wiped down my legs with whatever dry part I could find of my shorts so I wouldnt leave a trail on my floor, and hobbled weak-kneed down to my room to enjoy the rest of my evening. I had a lot of free time now, as I had gotten my lewd omo fun I wanted out of the way sooner rather than later. It was a very enjoyable experience, and I hope the rest of you enjoy it as much as I did~ I love you all ❤️
  11. Two hour drive turned into TWO complete SOAKINGS!! After completely losing control at the rest stop in front of other people I got back into my car and right before going inside I lost it all over AGAIN! Looking at this picture you'd never believe I did this twice! I'm not even sure how I fit all that pee in my bladder! https://clips4sale.com/131081/wet-scarlet/cide25d1c4a2117a5e3c0e2fb569c
  12. When I was younger I got into a habit when id wear tight pants that had a seam along my clit... I'd lay on my back with my legs in the air,bent, and would cross my arms in front of me using the inside of my wrist and other arm. I'd apply pressure over my clit with my wrist moving back and forth. Id do it to prevent myself from peeing or so I wouldn't have to get up while also stimulating myself. So then I'd hold it for long periods of time. Later in my teenage years I would play at night and try to figure out the best way to stimulate myself. Once I learned how to orgasm with my clit I would create so much stimulation that I ended up getting out an orgasm along with pee. I then began doing this over the toilet. I tried doing this practice with a high school boyfriend but he told me it was gross to never do it again. I started dating again I tried it and was told it was gross so if I did it I would do so to myself in the shower or bathroom. Trying to put that aspect out of my mind I met my boyfriend. When I started messaging him he admitted that he had a fettish. I was nervous having no idea what he would say or what my boundaries were after a divorce with a severely emotionally and mentally abusive sociopath. This new man in my life was terrified to tell me so scared that I wouldn't accept him for who he is. I was scared at first too performing my research and then opening up to him about my earlier wetting type experiences by myself. He told me how hot that was and returned my confidence little by little. Unfortunately in his past he was told he couldn't find anyone who would want him with his wetting fettish or ever meet someone who would have a family with him etc. Both of us cheated on while emotionally abused by our ex's we became exactly what each other needed. The more he opened up the more he made me confident he opened up the door to a whole new world of orgasms and sexual variety. Wetting for him videoing for him building up his confidence becoming obsessed with my own warmth in tight jeans asking him to shower me with his pee because I enjoy feeling both our warmth. Cumming like I never have before in a love and passion you only find in fairy tales. Never would I imagine that sexual antics, variety of love making and other activities would ever feel like this. To go from the person who almost dreaded sex making a list in my head of shit I wanted to do or other things to being so completely captivated by this man. I'm so in love with this man words couldn't ever do it justice. It's not just the fettish it's the love it's the emotional ties learning new things and putting away all mental interruptions. Just simply focusing on what you feel with your person and not giving a damn about anything else. I pray everyone can find their person like I have! He's the reason I'm obsessed with wetting, feeling the warmth of either one of us, getting turned on by seeing my own glistening pants let alone the surprise of him randomly losing control for me or spontaneous golden showers. I hope you guys aren't turned off by my disclosure just thought id be open and raw with my followers who have been so gracious to me! https://clips4sale.com/131081/wet-scarlet/cide25d1c4a2117a5e3c0e2fb569c
  13. Jailor Eckman

    female Fish 4 Nitefield! --- Part 2!

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Fish 4 Nitefield! returns in part 2! And what a terrible day for Phoebe. With such a close game between the Pisces and the Longhalls, you can bet over a million people got to watch the poor girl pee her skirt on live television. Wow, this one took a lot longer than I initially expected... Hopefully it was worth the wait!
  14. YellowZoneMX

    female Molly peeing again.png

    From the album: My Art

    Based on an article of a british girl who peed herself playing Fortnite. Some people never learn...
  15. Maria-Sanza

    female Lewd Work Habits

    It’s been a long while since I’ve written a story, but I’m pleased to let you know that my invested interest in watersports/omorashi has remained strong. Remember that a fetish is forever! I currently carry with my life as a full-time student who works as a computer tech on the side. My mom left the country for a month and I have been able to enjoy increased privacy during this time. Last time I wet myself for pleasure was last year, at my college dorm sitting on a green cushion while my roommate was out partying, getting smashed, and god knows what else. So I decided to challenge myself, for old time’s sake. I woke up at 8 in the morning, as commute is about two hours and I needed to clock in at 11. We dress business formal over here, so I picked some red panties, black pantyhose, a black pencil skirt that reaches over my knees, and a cute red top with a bow on it. For those interested, I changed into some black corduroy pants upon arriving home since I didn’t want to ruin my skirt as it is a little pricey. At work, we wear an anti-static coat that completes the look. I didn’t use the restroom before leaving, and took the two buses and train I needed to get to work. This works such that the last bus I take only passes once per hour, so when I arrive at my workplace, I have about 45 minutes to spare, of which I spend having breakfast, or in my case, a nice tall coffee. Coffee happens to go through me just as fast as booze, but as long as I don’t have too much, I don’t have to worry about having mishaps later on. I clock in, put on my lab coat, and get to work. I had to disassemble an HP laptop and replace the screen, build a new PC, attend customers, and order parts for some MacBook we had lying around. Work went relatively smooth, as it was a slow day and I just relaxed most of the time. The coffee left a nice feeling down there; it wasn’t painful but I could feel there was something in my bladder. Hmm, I guess I could pee if I wanted. <3 Coffee makes me feel thirsty after a couple of hours, so I took a quick ten and bought a bottle of water. I took this additional infraction into consideration, and sipped with caution. I continued to help customers with their questions, ranging from assistance with a tablet their fat daughter had sat on, to removing viruses on a computer running Windows XP without risking the user data. Some customers were far easier to handle or had questions of actual value, such as returning a laptop that was within the return period, to asking about the difference between a GTX 780 and a 980. I felt my luck was running thin, as the day had gone unusually smooth, and then it suddenly hit me. A customer pops up with a laptop with a non-functional display, is past its return period but still covered under warranty. So I check it in, but the customer wishes to borrow a laptop in the meantime because she has “school.” This, while not difficult to do, takes a 30-minute process involving plenty of paperwork and walking the customer over to checkout. This immediately made me fall behind my current pending tasks, but there was something of far more importance: I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable down there and had to shift the weight between my feet a little. I was approaching my fifth hour so I knew I had to hurry. After taking the customer’s credit card and generating all the paperwork needed, I took the new laptop with me and accompanied her to the huge line. Where did all these people come from? I moaned a little and put my hands in the pockets of my lab coat, holding myself a little while pretending to be looking for something. “Is something the matter?” The customer asked me. “You look a little uncomfortable.” “A-ah! No, no, it’s just… There’s a lot of people right now.” “I see. I’m sorry for keeping you, I know you have to go to your lunch soon. Had I known it would take this long I would have just come back tomorrow or something.” It’s a little too late to say that! Fortunately, I was able to finish up and clock out five minutes before my fifth hour. I set my phone to one hour and bustled for the breakroom. Today seemed to be my lucky day, as upon arriving to the table next to where my locker is, I found a nice, cold, unopened can of sugarfree Monster. I’ll have you know that three things in life go straight through me, and they are booze, coffee, and energy drinks. I could not pass this up, regardless of my situation, and so this little can found a new owner, as she left to get something to eat. Only two hours left of work, and I clocked in again. I severely underestimated the effects of what I had done so far and I was beginning to worry whether I would be able to return home in a dry state. Customers were coming back from their jobs around this time so I became busy with ink refills, computer check ins, pick ups, and other tasks that entailed me walking back and forth. My own tasks were done at this time, the HP laptop was repaired and picked up, the new PC was running a stress test, and other techs were handling customer questions. However, I was well aware of the fact that I was filling up quite fast now and I felt quite uncomfortable and a little pain from the liquids sloshing around in my bladder. My breathing was a little more audible and I can feel my face becoming a little warm as I began to realize just how aroused I was getting… in the workplace. As I waited for the next ink to finish refilling, I did not notice my coworker come up to me while because I was busy thinking about the untold acts I would be performing later. “Hey, [Maria]!” He took me by surprise, and I crossed my legs as I let out a small scream. “I have to leave now, my girlfriend called me and I’ve already stayed past 15 minutes. Mark should be here in about an hour, so I’ll see you tomorrow instead.” Things took a turn for the worse right there. I would have to hold the fort for my last hour and Mark would be my saving grace if he were to arrive on time. Remember that the bus home only comes by once per hour, so if I miss that one I’ll be living an experience I will never forget. After waving him goodbye with a smile, I clenched my fists and pressed my legs together as I watched him leave. Only 30 minutes remained, and my highest priority was to leave work wearing dry clothes. As customer after customer came next in line, I realized just how dire my predicament has been. Standing puts a whole new level of strain on one’s bladder, and I found myself bending over the counter as I spoke to each customer, crossing my legs in an attempt to keep my composure. My lab coat is quite long, so it covers what I am doing. Eventually, a customer arrived with a PC he wanted checked in for interior cleaning. It was quite dusty, and a little heavy so I spread apart my legs a little to pick it up and place it in our check in area. Bad mistake, as I picked it up, my lower lip trembled a little and became a little numb as I felt something warm and slimy escape from the depths of my womanhood. I gasped a little, but the case of the PC was tall enough to cover my face from being seen by the customer as I did this, and the counter prevented him from seeing what just fell on the ground. I regained control, set the PC in it’s proper area, and returned to the customer to give him copies of the paperwork while discreetly eyeballing the spill I made. “Are you okay?” The customer asked. “Yeah, it was just a little heavy, that’s all.” “You’re the only one here, don’t they have guys to help you with all this stuff? That’s not very considerate of them, leaving you alone here and all.” “I guess they feel I’m good enough to handle it myself in the meantime,” I subtly answered. I had no time to bullshit confidence though, I was on the verge of wetting myself. And at last, my saving grace arrived. Mark arrived to work a little earlier than usual, after hearing of my situation. If I were to leave right now, I could make the bus that passes an hour earlier than the one I normally take. I was now in a hurry, and both greeted Mark and said my goodbye to him before he could protest. I took off my lab coat, got my things from my locker, and hurried out the door. The bus was to pass by in five minutes, so I had to run. The run, although short, felt like a mile to me. All these liquids bouncing around in me begged for release, and I let loose a few drops here and there. It wasn’t what I expected, but at least I didn’t humiliate myself in front of all those people there. Now the question was, how was I going to get home in one and a half hours like this? I honestly couldn’t see it happening, but assuming the worst of circumstances, at least it was nighttime, I was wearing black, and the bus is normally not crowded. I made the bus on time, tapped my bus pass, and occupied the seat in the back like I normally do. I crossed my legs and attempted my best to relax. Fortunately, it worked, and feelings of desperation for the ladies’ subsided as I believe it was an anxiety thing from wanting to leave the workplace early. The dull pain turned into a sharper one, but it was manageable and it remained this way for the rest of the trip. By the time I made it off the bus, the damage to my panties have dried and I made my way to the train. As I stood up, the pain intensified and I had to avoid running as it could cause me to lose it. I instead walked a little faster and arrived on time to take the train. I was able to get another seat in the back and regain control. Success. All that was left now was a short walk home. Normally it is a piece of cake but when you’re trying to get there with a full bladder that’s at the brink of exploding, it turns into quite the herculean task. The struggle was real, and I had to hold myself with one hand in public for part of the trip. It was embarrassing, but the alternative would have been catastrophic. I entered the residential area of my block and fished into my bag for my keys. I have triumphed in my task, and successfully lived an experience worth bragging about, to you guys, at least. I opened the door and climbed the flight of stairs to my apartment. However as I did this, the extra pressure caused by bending my legs further to reach the next step pushed another short stream of the golden liquid through me. A hissing sound pierced the dead silence of the building for less than a quarter of the second, and I blushed like mad. A short adrenaline rush helped me overcome the stairs somehow and I just about knocked over the door to my apartment. Not wanting to ruin my expensive dress skirt, I hobbled into my room, removed it, and my pantyhose, just a little over slightly damp, and slid on a pair of corduroy pants that I quite disliked and fit me a little too tight. Getting into these was a little more difficult than usual because of my bulging bladder, and I soon ran into the restroom. I ran, for I was already leaking so much due to the tightness of the pants around my bladder, and I was barely able to jump into the tub, preventing from getting urine all over the carpet on the bathroom floor. My body wasted no time, and my lips began to twitch again. Soon, I was hissing everywhere, as multiple golden jets emerged under my bottom, creating elaborate lines around my legs, caressing them before pooling around my feet. Everything felt so warm and fuzzy, and my legs were trembling, eventually giving away, causing me to land on my knees. My breathing intensified as my eyes began to water and I could feel my breath fogging up my glasses as I partook in this intense pleasure. Sweet, warm relief surrounded me, and I continued peeing myself, shooting out urine from my most delicate area shamelessly like a garden hose. I don’t know how much time passed. I eventually came and fainted for a short moment. At the very least, I was pleased to know I wouldn’t have to clean up anywhere else other than the tub. I stimulated myself a little more before peeling my soaked pants from my body. In the end, I had my cake and ate it too. Again. Simply marvelous. You may have noticed that some of these stills are screenshots from a video. Expand the spoiler to see them. I’m currently experimenting with video and may look into making some for the public in the future. Thank you for reading. You can read other stories of mine by visiting my profile and checking for topic history.
  16. Call.Me.Izzy

    female The ACT - A Desperate Nerd

    Just a warning: I'm a writer. I do it compulsively. If you don't like a backstory, please feel free to skip to the italicized section and ignore all the verbose garbage in between. =) I'm also a super-newbie. If I'm not following any conventions, please let me know, and I'll adjust ASAP. I was a senior in my final semester of high school, and had spent most of the previous two months touring colleges. My parents are both doctors; my brother is now studying engineering at one of the top schools in the country. Needless to say, mine is a family of...achievers. No pressure, right? So, anyway, a few of the schools I applied to also wanted to see ACT scores (which, for anyone who doesn't know, is basically just a national standardized test for high school students transferring to colleges. The SAT is very similar). I had already taken and scored fairly well on my SATs, so I was not digging this, particularly because the test was early on a Saturday morning, and I was in my second semester of my senior year. The ONLY thing I wanted to do was sleep in and watch Disney movies with my friends. That morning before leaving, I had a huge argument with my mom, because I woke up too late to eat breakfast, and instead decided to down a thermos of coffee on the way to the facility, about a half hour drive. I packed light, because those ACT folks don't mess around: a calculator, three sharpened pencils, an eraser, a book to read when I finished testing, a a large bottle of water, because I have testing anxiety, and I drink like a fish when I'm thinking. Pause: You'd THINK I'd see the problem here, right? Wrong. I'm an idiot. The drive there was uneventful. The slightest twinge in my bladder that was completely ignorable, because I hadn't even started drinking my water yet. Fast forward and hour, and I'm working on section one of the test, English. English has by far been my best and favorite subject in school since I was a child, and I was almost enjoying this section...except that now I'm regretting having anxiously chugged half of my ocean-sized water bottle before the test. It seemed like a good idea at the time. My hands were shaking between the nerves and the caffeine from the coffee, so I chugged to help calm down. It occurred to me it was going on 10 am--which meant roughly twelve hours since the last time I'd used the bathroom, and that's without the the coffee, water, and the hot chocolate I'd had the night before. 'It's okay,' I started telling myself, chewing on the end of my pencil. 'You're okay. You're a big girl. You're going to college in the spring. You are NOT going to wet yourself.' My bladder gave another contraction, as if to say, ' lol, yeah, right.' But I'd been flying back and forth across the country in window seats for a month. I could handle a little desperation. The English section was 45 minutes long, and by the end, I had hit about a 7 of 10 on the desperation scale. Not SUPER urgent, but definitely getting there. I was just excusing myself to go use the rest room, when the instructor called my name to go up to the front of the room. Not only was I mortified in a room full of about 100 judgmental high school students, but I also *really* had to pee. As I stood up, I had to pretend to fiddle with my bag as she shift in position made my bladder scream obscenities at me. I stood there and clenched until I was sure I could hold it, then I walked to the front of the room. As it turned out, it was just my mother calling to make sure I'd brought my calculator (I had), and she couldn't reach me on my cell, because I'd turned it off for the test. By the time I'd walked (briskly, stopping every so often) to the office and back, the next section was in progress. People were taking out their stuff, the instructor was setting the clock for an hour, and my desperation was at a nine. That's when the real torture started. Now, I'm pretty bad at math on a good day, but when my bladder is full to bursting, and all I can think about is how good it would feel to let go? I was pretty sure I wasn't getting into college. The section was 60 minutes and 60 questions long. I closed my eyes, clenched hard, and snuck a few fingers down there to help relieve some of the pain. My desperation dropped back down to six. 'Alright. 60 minutes. 60 questions. That's a minute per question. 60 seconds. You can hold it sixty seconds.' This is what I thought. Instead, all it did was make the count down worse: Question 10: My desperation is back up again, and I'm rocking in my chair, trying to find a comfortable position. I keep squeezing my legs together, all while trying to look like a normal human being AND recall basic trig rules. Question 20: It's getting difficult to focus. I'm well behind where I should be, because I can't even answer questions anymore. I can feel my muscles trembling, and I've jammed my sweatshirt between my legs, praying that the pressure and pain ease up. It's getting very difficult not to moan. Question 25: I can't take it anymore. There's no way I'll be able to finish this test if I can't focus. I raise my hand to ask the instructor to be excused. She gestures for me to come to her, and I honestly think I'll lose it there. I make a big show of put my calculator safely on the ground, but really, I'm moaning into my knees, and trying to ease some of the pressure building in my bladder. I put out a leg to stand up, and feel my entire stomach go cold, then hot, then cold again as a small amount of liquid forces its way out of me. I stand quickly, leaning as casually against the desk as I can, trying hard to gain control, all the while thinking, 'It would feel so, so good to just let go now. I'll take the test later, and never see any of these kids again.' But I know if I come home saying, "I couldn't finish the test, because I had to pee on the carpet," my parents will go ballistic. I make my way slowly to the front of the room for a second time, one foot in front of the other, trying to will the urine back up inside of me. I explain the situation to the instructor. She apologizes--if I leave, I won't be able to enter the room again until the test is done. She asks how far I've gotten. I tell her I've only *actually* answered about 12 questions, and am running far behind. She apologizes again and asks if it's worth. I know what she wants me to say. Question 35: At this point, I'm just filling in bubbles to look like I've done something. I know I'll have to take the test again. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters, except getting to a bathroom. All I can think about is the relief that's coming, and I begin imagining scenarios, almost dreaming I'm in the bathroom, standing over the toilet, letting it all flow out of me, relieving my bladder in a matter of seconds. Question 45: Just a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes. I can't think anything except--just a few more minutes. Question 49: There are teeth marks in my pencil, and I'm almost crying from the pain. I haven't actually read a question in almost half an hour. Desperation is at an eleven. My legs feel weak and shaky, and there are goosebumps everywhere on my body. I'm trying to remember how to breathe, and trying not to cry at the same time. A contraction makes me groan aloud--a cough to cover it, and spurt again into my underpants. The relief is so great I almost give up and go right there. The thought makes my bladder release, and I have to sit forward to keep from having a full blown accident. It's time to go. I don't even stop to talk to the instructor. I just explain on my way out the door I did the best I could, and I'll wait outside until the other students are done. As soon as I got outside, I felt warmth on the inside of my thighs. I knew there was no stopping it then, so I bent over and started run-walking toward the closest bathroom. Every step was torture--every bounce forced another spurt out of me. I wanted to fall down and let it come there, just for the relief. I'm moaning in pain as I run, both hands in my crotch, trying to hold everything in, even as my fingers are collecting warm drops. I made it to the bathroom, and the sight of the toilet almost killed me--there was another spurt, then a longer one, then I couldn't hold it back anymore, and my body let go before my pants were all the way down. It all came out of me like a flood, unstoppable, and I was surprised at how much there actually was. Once I was down, I was down for almost two minutes, crying again, but with relief this time. My jeans were wet in the back, so I had to tie my sweat shirt around my waist before I went back into the classroom. Fortunately, it was break time, so I could just sit down without anyone knowing the wiser. I was there for another three hours, and used every bathroom break I could, since my bladder couldn't hold much after that. I had another two brief spurts while waiting in line, but nothing compared to the first time. And for anyone who's curious -- My ACT score SUCKED. =p Hope you enjoyed! I had a lot of fun with this, so please, suggest away! I'd love to write more, if it's appreciated. ~Nice
  17. YellowZoneMX

    female Molly bed wetting 1

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  18. Here4theFun

    female Desperate morning

    Like most mornings I woke up and went to my 8:30 uni class, I always get thirsty because of the walk and yesterday was no different. So I finished my bottle in that class and refilled it after. I had another class but my friends convinced me that since I had to leave early because of my driving lesson I should just ditch it and go have breakfast with them, so I sat with them for a while sipping some more water. I then took the bus home but had only time to change bags and left for the shared driving lesson my faithfull water bottle refilled again by my side. The other guy got first turn so I subscounciously kept drinking till it was mine. That's when I noticed I was a bit full, a 5, I could handle it and nearly two hours to go. Then we changed again and although my bladder was at like a 6 I was supper thirsty. By the time it was my turn again I had finished my bottle, had 900m inside of me and half an hour to drive and return home. By then my bladder was at like a 7,5 , but luck wasn't on my side and we got into a trafic jam. I was really struggling but I had to keep my legs open and drive, so the best I could do was fidgeting. By the time we arrived I needed to pee badly but it was 2:20 and I had to go to uni at 2:30. So when I arrived home I went straight to having lunch, drinking even more water because I needed to pass the food. I could only take my bag and go to uni, hoping I would arrive with time to go to the bathroom. I have to take the subway and then walk 10 mins to class, so it's a 30 mins jouney . I thought I would pee my jeans waiting for the subway. I was desperate the whold time, my bladder hard as a rock begging for release. The walk to uni was worse though, the bathrooms were so close yet it was cold and my bladder strugled to keep everything in. In the last traficc light I held myself as I felt some drops of pee managing to get out. Finally I made it, but I was late to class. Still I knew I would pee myself if I didn't go , so I did. Taking my bag, my coat and scarf on while in the stall was a struggle, and a bit of pee got out while doing so. But finally I managed to put down my jeans and damp panties and sit down. I was so desperate that even before sitting down properly my pee was already gushing out. It felt amazing, and I won't deny I was incredibly turned on afterwards, more so wearing my damp panties in class.