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  1. My 11th writing, this time around, the featured couple have a day to themselves, and some incidents involving rapid desperation are bound to happen. This does contain a small bit of sexual content, so if that's a problem, you have been warned! Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; always manages to find some way to wet herself even when unintentional. Yuta [M] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; loves to help in decision-making. _______ On this rainy autumn day, the omo-enthralled couple find they have some time to kill, with next to nothing on their to-do lists, other than a theatre movie they're planning on seeing that afternoon. They were just waking up. The only noise was the rain pattering on their rooftop and outside in their yard next to the bedroom. All else was quiet... ...It was like routine - "You wanna do some rapid desperation?" he asks. "Sure. Me and you? Or just me?" "Just you...?" "Hmm...sure." she responds. And just like that it was settled, with no second thoughts. Mali started her day at 9:30 AM with a mug of coffee, black. She knew caffeine would get things rolling quick. She eagerly awaited its effects while the two checked emails and scrolled in bed. For the majority of the morning, she wears only a t-shirt and panties, while Yuta only wears a wifebeater and briefs. At 10:30 she was finished with her coffee and breakfast and had a water bottle which she'd use for the rest of the day. Between then and now, she used the bathroom to kick her bladder into working gear. In the next 45 minutes, she'll have to drink 12 oz/350 mL before she heads to the bathroom again to continue ramping up her bladder. In the mean time, they watch some Netflix. 11:15 arrives, Mali uses the restroom and feels a creeping urge afterwards. Her window is now permanently reduced to 30 minutes, but her liquid intake is reduced to 8 oz/235 mL. While watching their show, the two had cuddled up with each other while it continued to pour outside. It was a truly cozy day. One thing led to another, and eventually they found their hands reaching down each other's bodies under the sheets. "Really, before noon?" Mali retorted. "Is there something wrong with that? You seem to be doing the same." he replied. Through 12:15 they indulged themselves with each other's love, but not without Mali losing a little control with some squirts here and there. She saw it as an opportunity to relieve some pressure while still having fun, even though she still got to use her bathroom break at 11:45. At 12:20, Yuta decided that he would clean up and take a shower. Mali, still recovering from pleasure, didn't think twice about the strings attached to the situation, and by the time Yuta shut the bathroom door, she was left needing to go pretty bad, already semi-wet, completely nude. "Hey, funny joke you got going here." she panted at the door. "Could you mind waiting? It should only be 15 minutes." "Woah, hey there, that's a bit long isn't it?!" Mali feels a shiver run down her bottom half, her legs wobbling as she fears the worst. "You'll be alright!" he replies as he turns the shower handle. The sound precedes the ambience of shower water hitting the floor layered with the pitter-patter of the rain. Mali squirms even more as she braces to wait out the short span of time, although for her it'll feel like an eternity. "Don't forget to take some more sips while you're at it!" "Oh screw you!" she responds with clenched teeth. 12:30 comes very slowly as Mali rocks side to side next to the door, her hand tucked firmly around her groin, unbothered by her lack of clothing. She figured that she wouldn't risk getting anything wet this way anyways. It hurt to think about though, as she grew more and more uneasy with each passing minute. By 12:32, Yuta shuts off the shower and starts drying himself off. "Could you just let me in now? C'mon man, I'm seriously desperate right now!" she pleads. "You got it, it's only 3 more minutes." She settles down to her knees outside trying to compose herself, both hands clutched in her crotch. ...12:33: "Rgh, I'm serious! I'm about to leak...!" ...12:34: As a last cherry-on-top, Yuta puts up the toilet seat and relieves himself right then and there. The sound pierces Mali's ears, and in a quick instant jitters and clenches up -! *pshhh* *dribble, drip* She grimaces as liquid gold seeps through her fingers and onto the cold floor. Her cheeks flush as she trembles, half-angry, half-anxious. The sound dwindles. The toilet flushes. Finally, at 12:35 the door cracks open and Mali darts ahead. Only she wasn't aiming for the toilet, but the much more readily accessible shower-tub directly in front of her. She turns, and lets her flood out. *fssSSHHHHHH* She breathes heavily, glaring at her manipulator with annoyance while she sits on and over the tub's edge. "See? Wasn't that bad." "Yeah bitch, and you get to go get a paper towel for that spot I left for you out there!" Mali exclaims. The remainder of the afternoon went relatively uneventful. Mali showers after the incident and returns to her half-hourly routine. Only once before the movie does Mali have any leakage, which she considers herself very impressive for. It's around 4:15 that the couple gets ready to head to the theater. Yuta gets dressed in jeans, a sweater and a light coat, while Mali essentially matches his outfit with different designs. She fumbles with her belt, adjusting it so it's just tight enough where it holds things up but doesn't put pressure on her bladder. Before leaving, she makes one more trip to the bathroom, and then they take off at 4:30. It was a 25 minute drive to the theater, but less than 5 minutes away, Yuta decides to veer into a plaza. "What are we doing here?" "Grabbing snacks because the theater ones are expensive." "Didn't we have snacks at home?!" "We did." Yuta grins at her as he exits the car. Moderate pressure built up once again, and Mali was surprised at how daring he was getting for the sake of her challenge. The risk of having leaks or even an accident in public was a huge worry that Mali would really rather want to avoid. She squirmed in the passenger seat, but to her relief, Yuta came back out in only 3 minutes. They soon arrive and shuffle their way into a (thankfully) small line to check tickets. Afterwards Mali meanders over to the bathroom before they head into their theater. While she was away though, Yuta took the liberty of ordering a duo of gigantic sodas to take in with them. Mali stared deadpan at him and asked "Weren't you the one complaining about prices?" "Yes, but I also thought I'd challenge myself alongside you. Think of it as a sort of compensation for earlier." "Hah! Some compensation alright." she laughed. "If you agree to finish yours by the end then I'll finish mine and wait until home to piss." he muttered. "In that case, it's on." As they walk in, it dawned on Mali for the first time today: they were watching a horror movie. Something she forgot to consider was her feebleness when it comes to horror films. A look of dread slowly morphed onto her face, while Yuta smiled away. The movie started off tame, enough to where Mali had no issues up to her first hasty bathroom break 30 minutes in. The constant intake of the soda was more than the 8 oz/235 mL amount she'd been taking in prior, so her bladder buildup was about to be accelerated. She had just left the bathroom, and already she felt a trickle within her telling her to turn around. Around 50 minutes in, a very quiet, tense scene had started up. Mali at this point was squirming involuntarily in her chair, invested with what was on screen. Suddenly, silence... Then suddenly... *BANG* *fmmmmmmmmmmmmm* Her hands jump to her inner legs, she heavily leans forwards, her expression shocked, her face flushed. Her full-force spasm lasted almost 3 whole seconds, and a large dark area coated the back-underside of her jeans. The seat too was a little damp. After the jump-scare, Yuta was quick to notice, and got a brief crosswind of a bladder urge himself. "10 more minutes." he whispered. "Unless you don't think you can make it." Mali tightly pinches her legs together, and still hunched over gives him a silent shake of the head. She carefully stands up and makes her way down the isle, revealing the damage. She only hoped that no one nearby would care to notice in the dark theater. While heading down the hall, she did her best to cover herself with her coat without looking overly suspicious. 5 minutes after, she made her way back, the spot having widened as it soaked in deeper. Soon enough, the movie was reaching its climax, and the intensity was driven up a notch. *leak* Another one. *pst* Another one. *drip* Another one...when will it stop? Mali pleaded. She didn't know who or what she was pleading to, but she hoped it would have mercy. Her jeans re-dampened every other minute at this point for another 10 minutes. The damage itself wasn't increasing very much, but her defenses were surely decreasing. Finally, the movie reached its resolution, about 30 minutes from the last bathroom break, so Mali took her chance to haul her weakened bladder out of there. Now, Yuta was silently wishing he could too. By the time she finished, so did the movie. Yuta walks out fidgeting, meeting his GF and indicating his need to get out of there ASAP. Mali smugly grinned. What made things worse was that Yuta had to drive. They get in their car without saying a word and started heading home. They take the main road, the busy intersection, and manage to make it to a highway. To both of their dismay, there's a decent amount of leftover rush hour traffic built up. Both of them swallow to maintain composure. Yuta knew he hadn't used the bathroom in over 4 hours, and had over a liter of soda stored inside him ready to come out. Mali still was feeling the accelerated filling rate of her bladder, and knew that she only had so much time to make it at home. Both felt their heartrates pick up in pace, their focus limited to the car in front of them and how fast it was going. Eventually, 5 minutes from home, their both bursting. *fshhhh* A 1-second spurt. "I'm not gonna make it..." Mali whined. "Shut it. We're both making it." Yuta said affirmatively. At last, they pull into their neighborhood, down their road, into their driveway. Yuta shuts the car off and unlocks the doors. He makes his way up a staircase to their front door, Mali carefully taking her time behind him. He makes it to the front door as she reaches the top of the stairs. He unlocks and opens it. *dribbledribble* A leak sprung in Mali's jeans. Yuta makes his way down the hall to the bathroom. As Mali takes no more than three steps in, she freezes in place, and leans forward in on herself. "I'm not making it! Throw me a towel! NOW!!!" Yuta pans around frantically and finds the nearest one, grabs it, and launches it behind him, hurdling himself in the bathroom and frantically closing the door behind him. The towel slides and lands two steps away from Mali's current spot. *fffRRRRRSHHHH* Letting go of her sphincter muscles, she musters up all she has left in her to gravitate towards the towel as pee rushes down her jeans. Once on, she stands there in solidarity as she lets it all go once again. Her dark colored jeans turned a nearly solid black as whisps of the stream sprayed in all directions down. She didn't even get the chance to take off her shoes, which were now also being flooded. A dribble reminiscent of the earlier rain emitted from the towel, droplets here and there splashing off onto the floor. In the bathroom, Yuta managed to stay dry through the entire ordeal, and proceeded to stay over the toilet for a whole minute. As everything settled, and both had relieved themselves, Mali had to note, "Usually I'm the one blaming you for something like this, but honestly I don't know if much of it is your fault this time around." she said with a sigh. _______ Thanks for reading! I wanna thank this comment from @orangelion on one of my recent posts as well as the attached artist @schefafterdark as inspiration for many of the events that found their way into this story! Again, thanks for reading, and feel free to suggest any idea you have of how I could make another story out of these two OC's!
  2. So on Friday I had an autism evaluation, which takes several hours. Before I drove over, I had watermelon as part of my lunch and I usually drink a lot of water, so even though I peed right before I left I realized I had to go about halfway to the psych office. To make it worse, I had to drive on the interstate, which is really scary for me, so it made me more desperate. I planned to go pee when I got there, but the second I walked in the door the psychologist brought me into her office. The first two hours was basically just an interview type thing. The whole time I was distracted by how much I had to pee. I wanted to ask to leave, but it never felt like a good time — she kept just moving on to the next topic. After maybe an hour and a half, I was trying to subtly hold myself through my pants because my desperation had gotten up to probably an 8 or 9. I could feel the pee bulging in my bladder and some of it was threatening to come out. My face was so hot I was so embarrassed. Fifteen or twenty minutes later, I seriously couldn’t do it anymore. A leak squirted out into my hand and I froze. She was writing so she didn’t notice anything. The leak pushed me up to a 10. I wanted to go to the bathroom, but she was talking and I was so scared to interrupt. Another leak, this time bigger, came out and i could see a small wet spot on my crotch. SHE WAS STILL TALKING! By now she was explaining what the rest of the session would be. She got up to set up some stuff for the puzzles part of the eval and my bladder must have been excited not to be under surveillance anymore, because everything instantly gushed out. I could hear the stream, that’s how hard it was. I closed my eyes and tried to bunch myself up as much as I could in a futile attempt at preserving my dignity. Hot piss gushed into my hand and hissed in my pants. It even started dripping onto the floor, which is when she noticed. I couldn’t stop peeing, even when she was looking at me. Finally, it ended. My butt was completely soaked from peeing in the chair and there was a huge wet spot on my crotch, with streaks all the way down to my shoes. There was a puddle on the floor. We cut the appointment short and are doing the rest at a later date. I have no idea how I’ll be able to stomach going back there though.
  3. Character Subject- Emma Point of View- 1st Person (Female) Contents- Desperation, Wetting Genre- Fiction I sat hunched somewhat over a round, wooden, table, inside of our well decorated house, looking at the hanging skulls, dark colored plants atop bookshelves, black carpeting, and closed curtains covered in bats. That's what you get when you enter a house owned by two goth girls. Speaking of, my wife, Emma sits across from me. Today she wears a short sleeved, black, button up blouse with simple, black knee length skirt, and a pair of Mary Janes. You'd never guess the color. She doesn't tend to wear socks with these, and doesn't wear stockings or leggings unless its cold out, the fair skin of her legs and arms showed. I'm also privy to such special knowledge such as knowing that she currently wears solid green panties with a black, lacy band and a bow. A glorious knowledge, indeed. She wore her short brown hair with no particular fashion, only a clip to keep her bangs out of her face. Emma sat with her hands on her lap, reserved and modest in all things, much more elegant then my crude ass. I'm not sure how such a lady decided that me, of all people, was the one, but I'm not complaining. During our boring, light chat, her facial expressions never changed much, unless she made them on purpose. I still such a hard time reading her, even a year into our marriage. She's getting better at opening up to me, at least. Emma drank her tea with graceful, simple movements, never wasting so much as a single once of effort. Meanwhile, I'm drinking a soda, because I'm an American, and we have a healthy diet and lifestyle. Nyeh! Stop judging me! Emma held a smaller plate in front of her chest and took sips from her cup from it. A needless extra step for me, but, hey, it DOES look refined... and I'm not complaining. This is the proper lady that I fell in love with. “What are you using an extra plate for? Then only way you could be more pompous is if you held out your pinky.” I said. But I WILL give her shit for it. “Hmm? I'm not sure what you mean, love.” Emma tilted her head and showed a soft smile. Damn I'm weak to that smile... “This plate allows me to enjoy my tea while maintaining my posture. You should try it some time.” Said without so much of batting an eye. So, being the mature woman that I am, I stuck my tongue out at her. “Do try to act your age, love.” “It's a threat. I'll use it on you.” I said. “Don't threaten me with a good time, love.” Emma took a sip of her tea while I chuckled to myself like a teenager. “Are you almost done? We're gonna be late to that movie.” I said. Emma put her tea and plate down. “I'm finished. But I need to take care of something before we go.” “We have five minutes.” I said. “Oh, my. The time really flies, doesn't it?” Emma stood up and held an upright, open palm at me, arm out and bent at her waist. “Shall we be leaving, then?” I stood up and held her hand. “I'll drive.” I said. “Y-you will?” Emma looked aside and held the curled fingers from her other hand in front of her mouth. “The way you drive, we'll never get their in time.” I said. “...It's... just that...” Emma began, but gave up mid-sentence. “Pay attention to the road, please.” “No promises.” After reaching the movie theater while only hitting two curves and only ALMOST hitting ONE car (a new low record, I might add), we survived my driving skills. It's not that I'm a bad driver... more like, I want to get places today. Or yesterday. Or last week. or... you get the point. “Should we get something to eat or drink?” I said as we passed the concessions stand. “You don't need anymore frizzy drinks, love. And the snacks are a tad overpriced, don't you think?” “Yeah. Let's just go. We're already late.” I said. “You didn't get us here yesterday? How shocking, love. Are your skills slipping?” “That would have required me hitting AT LEAST twice the number of curbs.” I said. “Hm. Then it might be best you didn't.” Emma said. We entered the rather boring and standard movie theater, took our seats, and prepared to watch our chick flick. Time passed. Movie happened. Drinks and snacks were not consumed. About halfway into the movie, I noticed Emma shifting her weight somewhat. She crossed her leg at the knees, placing her hands over them. I can tell, despite not being able to read her face, that her face didn't seem as relaxed as it normally is, not tense, but no relaxed. Ha. I entertained the idea that she needed to pee. She didn't even buy a drink, so how'd that even be possible. Not that I can ever tell when she has to pee. She's too subtle about it. I always find out when she's excusing herself to the restroom. Disappointing, but what can expect about a girl so reserved and modest as her? I really don't like other people knowing I have to pee either, though, I'm much worse at hiding it. Fifteen minutes later, I noticed Emma shifting her leg back down and placing her hands on her lap. She released a deep breathe. I'm getting considered now, that SOMETHING is the matter. “Hey... you ok?” I whispered. “I'm just fine, love. Watch the movie.” Emma deflected my worries with both grace and ease, something she's pretty damned good at. It's not a good thing to not be able to tell if your partner's feeling upset or not. I know she's getting better at it though, and it isn't something she's going to be able to just stop. So I let it go. Somewhat. “Ok, but... if something's wrong, tell me? Ok?” I said. “I assure you, love, that I will.” Emma gave her small smile again. Ok. I can't force her. I got back to watching the movie. An hour into the movie, I noticed Emma hunched forward, body stiff. Sometimes, she closed her eyes for a second. Good it really just be that? I've never seen her like this. Emma gasped soft, grabbing her purse to place on her lap, then shoved one hand in her crotch. Oh. It IS that. And I love THAT. Emma's eyes trailed to the side of her skull, flashes of light from the movie screen showing her bright red face. Seeing me looking at her, she moved her hand. “What's wrong?” I said. I know. I want her to say it. “...N-nothing. I... aah...” Emma closed one eye, still maintaining the majority of that lady like composure that I know her for. For her to have to pee so badly it's ACUTALLY showing... Good god is that hot! “Nothing?” I said. “...That tea I drank earlier is getting to me.” Emma admitted with a lower voice then the whispers we used to communicate. She didn't even face me when saying it. “Was it bad? Are you sick? Should we leave?” I said. Come on. Say it. I want you to say it. “Love, I...” Emma continued saying forward. “I... I need a wee.” Her face burned brighter then before. YES! If she's not wet from leaking, I certainly am now! “Is that all? I thought you were hurt, or something.” I said. “...It's a tad embarrassing for me to admit. Please, focus on the movie. We wanted to see it... don't worry about me.” Emma shifted a bit while saying this. This is much more interesting then the movie. “Ok.” I turned to watch the movie. For long enough for Emma shove her hand back into her crotch, so I could watch her struggle against her filling bladder. Wiggling in her seat and winching at every wave of pressure, she leaned forward more and more. Emma turned her head downwards to avoid looking at anyone head on, but still high enough to eye the movie. The thought crossed my mind on why she didn't just... use the bathroom. She's not bladder shy (only not wanting to show her need) and doesn't mind public restrooms. So... I guess she's really into the movie? It's coming to a close soon, so that might help. I'm glad to get to see her desperation. I took in every little movement, the subtle sway of her knees, the slow back and forth in her seat, the more controlled breathing. It's almost too much. “Ooh...” Emma released soft moan, crushing her crotch with both hands while closing both eyes. “Ooh, I need a wee...” Good god... I almost don't want this movie to end, but I also really don't want her to suffer that embarrassing fate, and my worry for her is beginning to override my hornless for her. Gladly for Emma, (maybe not so much for me or you), the movie did end soon. The lights returned and people poured out of the room. But Emma sat tight. Confused, I waited for her. She turned to face me, holding an upturned palm at me, arm bent at the waist. “D-did you enjoy the movie? I-I quite liked it myself.” Emma said. Good god, girl! Your STILL trying to maintain that proper lady bullshit when it's clear your about to burst? It's really hot but... also kinda stupid. With proper lighting I could see the strain on her face better. She even moved the hand that was clutching her crotch to her thigh. Two can play this game. “Ready to head home?” I said. Knowing full well how... full she was. “N-not quite, love! I should use the loo before we leave.” Emma said. She barely missed a beat. “You need to go that bad? I can't tell.” I said. Lies. Emma paused. “...Yes, love. I'm.... rather bursting. Let's head to a toilet.” Emma said. Seems like after the first time, it's easier to admit her need. Or her desperation is crushing her refinement. I don't know how she's going to take what I'm about to say. We've gotten into kinky stuff before but... not this. Most people who aren't into this think it's gross... “Emma, hold it until we get home.” I said. “What?” Emma adjusted her gaze on me, as if that helped her hear me. “I'm asking you to hold your bladder until we get home.” I repeated myself. “...Love... I... I'm not sure if I can. I've already... um... hm.” Emma closed her eyes. “Well, my knickers are... not exactly dry.” I loved hearing that. But it's a bit more concerning too! “It's only a drop, but...” “If you don't think you'll make it, just go. I don't want you having an accident.” I said. “Or do you now?” Emma said. “Huh?” I blinked. “I've noticed you staring at me the entire time I've been desperate. Is my my naughty little love into watersports? Hmm?” Emma held a horizontal hand over her mouth, winching with one closed eye partway though. “Aah...” Now I'm the one who's bright red... I froze, silent, staring. “It's ok, love. I'll hold on for you.” Emma stood up, slow and careful. She leaned onto the seat next to her, holding her purse in front of her waist to continue gripping her crotch with some privacy. “You will?” I said, befuddled. “I will, love. But let's go! I don't have long.” Emma said. “I'll drive.” I said. Seeing the worried look on her face, I kept talking. “Your in no condition to. And I'll be careful! I can do that when I'm not focused on speed.” “I worry you might be a tad... distracted.” “Oh, I will be.” I said. “That's not reassuring, love...” “Only during red lights.” I said. “If you promise me.” “I promise.” I said. Emma doesn't walk quickly normally, but now she slowed down to nurse her overfull bladder. She standing upright (which MUST hurt) to maintain her demeanor, we moved to our car, and she sat in the passenger said. Her, she let her purse lie with her feet as she strapped herself in. Immediately after, she shoved both hands into her crotch and leaned forward. “Nnn...” She moaned soft. “Hurry... it's getting worse.” Part of me wanted to tease her. But I'm not risking doing anything that would actually hurt her. So I nodded and drove off. The movie theater is fifteen minutes away when your not driving like a bat out of hell, and I'm not this time, so Emma has some enduring to do. And endure she did! She wiggled in her seat more, releasing soft moans while wincing at every little spike in pressure. I noticed her breathing slowed, turning much more rigid. “Ooo...” She clamped both eyes down and cringed. Now that it's just us, she seemed a lot less embarrassed about it, at least she's not blushing. “Oh.. I'm leaking more...” “We're both a little wet now.” I said. For those who want to know, I don't have to pee, like at all. Sorry. “Oh, my naughty little love... do try to wait until we get home. Can you do that?” “I don't know. It's tempting to pull over and take you here.” I said. “T-toilet first please!” Emma said, now blushing. “Toilets are optional.” “Toilets are NOT optional! Ha-HAAAH!” Emma released a louder then normal moan crushing her crotch with a tightened grip. Looking at her skirt, I could see a bead of wetness on it. “We're almost there.” I switched back to concerned mode instantly. “I'm not worried.” Emma said, SOMEHOW switching back to elegant reserved mode. Also, that's a dirty damned lie! Not that I could tell be reading her face. Emma squirmed in her seat, shifting which leg she crossed over and over while moaning soft as we drove to our house. At this point, she hunched over just about as much as she could, closing her eyes whenever she didn't need them. “We're here.” I said. She didn't say a word. Emma undid her seat beat and opened her door with one hand while I did my own and circled the car to reach her. She tumbled out of the car, bent over standing with crossed legs with hands stuffed in her crotch. I could see her legs shaking to support her weight without adding extra pressure onto her bladder. She glanced at me sheepish. “Are you quite enjoying this, love?” She's still trying to remain reserved. God damn. It's not quite working anymore, but... the fact she's trying at all! “Only a lot.” I said. Emma nudged her head towards our house. I walked beside my wife as she hobbled, slow, step by step, foot length by foot length, taking what seemed like an eternity just to reach the front door. A necessary evil with an overfilled bladder. It makes you want to rush because it's too full, but you can't rush because it's too full. “Ah... AAH!” Emma moaned, wincing with closed eyes, pushing her legs shut while bending her knees. I could see why... a trail of urine rolled down the back of one of her legs. After a moment, the wave passed, and she returned to... hobbling. She shot me a wicked glare. “Don't make me wait! Look at me!” “Huh?” I said. I figured out why she said that. We waited in front of the front door, she holding her bladder, waiting for me to unlock the door as I... stared at her. I forgot... “D-distracted are we, love?” Emma said. “Just a lot.” I said as I searched for my set of keys from my purse. After unlocking it, I held open the door wide for Emma, so she could wobble her way in. Now she's shaking all over and I watched beads of sweat foam at her eyebrow ridge. Oh. She really is about to have an accident, huh? I closed the door behind us. Emma kicked her shoes off to the side. “Ooo! I have to wee so bad, love!” Emma spoke this at a normal volume. I guess she's fine with it now, since it's only us. “I'm going to wet me knickers...” Her accent's regressing a bit, from stress, maybe. But... why did she seem... “Oh, love... It's good that I made it here, but I'm afraid I don't have it in me to reach the toilet...” She glanced up at me. She's... doing this on purpose, isn't she? “Run and get me a towel, love.” Oh my god, she IS doing this on purpose! I obeyed, nearly sprinting, to not miss any second of this. I laid the towel down and she stepped onto it. Emma swayed side to side, her desperate moans now mixed with pleasure. Her rigid breathing long and drawn out. Her body shaking, drops of sweat falling from her face. “Ooo...” She closed her eyes, not wincing, but enjoying, the wave of pressure wrack her bladder, squeezing urine that would trail down the same leg as before. “Ooo... It's such a naughty pleasure of mine... I hope you can forgive me, love...” “Forgive?” “Because I...” Emma winced and clutched her crotch as hard as she could. I heard a sharp hiss, and a stream poured between her leg. At this point, the wet bead on her skirt evolved into a big, wet patch. “...I can't... anymore... AHAAH!” Emma moaned as the hissing returned, sharp and loud. Waves of urine rolled down both of her legs and between them. “Aaah...” She closed her eyes, soaking in the pleasure as her cascade of fluid soaked the front her skirt, creating a damp trail that rained down with the other streams. She let go of her crotch by now, standing upright to lift her skirt up and show me her solid green panties with a black, lacy band and a bow. Now soaked, urine pouring out from the fibers clinging tight to her glorious camel toe. The flood continued trickling down her body and clothes, her head upturned as she enjoyed the mess she created with closed eyes. All of the urine accumulated in a growing wet patch on the towel she stood over. After more then a minute of this glorious cascade of golden fluid, she finally (and sadly) ran out. Emma sighed, a mixture of pleasure and relief. One might say that I am just about as wet as she is right now. Emma opened her eyes. “Did you enjoy that, love? You were staring, my naughty little, love...” “Of course I was! That was the point!” I said. “It sure was, love. A show of affection, just for my love...” Emma took the lowest button of her blouse into her fingers. “Now, let's move on to the next part, shall we, love?” Mesmerized, I followed her hands as they moved up her blouse and undid the buttons one by one. I knew that this meant we were in for a good time.
  4. View File 9th & 10th Animation Tests + Highlights 3 + Highlights Optical Smoothing + Friction Music Video + Friction Optical Smoothing 9th & 10th batches of animation tests + Highlights 3 + Highlights 3 Optical Smoothing + Special Friction Music Video + Friction Optical Smoothing Version Fantasy/Barbarian Women Continued! (Classic Cartoon Style, with music from Elder Scrolls 3, 4 & 5) So I finally found a classic cartoon lora that doesn't turn everything into anime or scratchy comic book styles. (Although it's clearly trained on superheroes cause they tend to point a lot) So i ran some prompts through classic 50's and 80's styles, while continuing the focus on multiple characters interacting. It also managed to mix with diaper loras without creating chaos, so I tried some of those as well. (Wetting & Diaper animations are separated into different compilations again) Since I discovered Sea Art's new animation generation 3 weeks ago I've literally made 92 minutes of Fear Wetting animation. (And that's not including the quality highlights compilations) So I clearly went bat shit crazy, and it's time for a break. But before my sabbatical, I wanted to leave y'all with something special. A culmination of the last 3 weeks that's more than just a quality renders highlights reel, so I added a music video set to FRICTION by Imagine Dragons. (+ Optical Flow Version) Enjoy 😉 Submitter DuffMan Submitted 01/15/2024 Category Female  
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    Coming home from work with a full bladder I try to hold it at the locked bathroom door until I finally wet my jeans
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  6. I've tried to make this as immersive as possible. Listen on a pair of headphones for the full effect. As always, contains female desperation, wetting and themes of a sexual nature. This is a work of fiction and any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Enjoy! the-detention.mp3
  7. View File FF-649 Women spraying piss far & wide. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 01/16/2024 Category JAV Collections  
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    9th & 10th batches of animation tests + Highlights 3 + Highlights 3 Optical Smoothing + Special Friction Music Video + Friction Optical Smoothing Version Fantasy/Barbarian Women Continued! (Classic Cartoon Style, with music from Elder Scrolls 3, 4 & 5) So I finally found a classic cartoon lora that doesn't turn everything into anime or scratchy comic book styles. (Although it's clearly trained on superheroes cause they tend to point a lot) So i ran some prompts through classic 50's and 80's styles, while continuing the focus on multiple characters interacting. It also managed to mix with diaper loras without creating chaos, so I tried some of those as well. (Wetting & Diaper animations are separated into different compilations again) Since I discovered Sea Art's new animation generation 3 weeks ago I've literally made 92 minutes of Fear Wetting animation. (And that's not including the quality highlights compilations) So I clearly went bat shit crazy, and it's time for a break. But before my sabbatical, I wanted to leave y'all with something special. A culmination of the last 3 weeks that's more than just a quality renders highlights reel, so I added a music video set to FRICTION by Imagine Dragons. (+ Optical Flow Version) Enjoy 😉 (links to the template/stills in the Sea Art A.I. thread below, and in the galleries)
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  9. Wetting shorts and briefs View File So 1 of these videos is there is not much wetting and was in a public place, the other 2 contain a lot more deliberate wetting and one was actually a legitimate accident I just couldn't hold it anymore.. wish I was able to film the myself cumming, one through my soaked breifs and the other just a cum shot.. but I couldn't record while watching porn so sorry about that Submitter ak6892 Submitted 01/14/2024 Category Male  
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    So 1 of these videos is there is not much wetting and was in a public place, the other 2 contain a lot more deliberate wetting and one was actually a legitimate accident I just couldn't hold it anymore.. wish I was able to film the myself cumming, one through my soaked breifs and the other just a cum shot.. but I couldn't record while watching porn so sorry about that
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  11. This is my first time writing any omo and my first ever post!! Feel free to give any feedback :)) This is kinda part of a larger story I'm planning (not all omorashi focused) but I figured fuck it might as well post this bit. ^^^^^^^^ Noah watched Charlotte as she flitted about the room… Or rather, flitted wasn’t the right word. That made it sound nervous or unplanned, maybe swanned? No, that sounded too pretentious. Regardless, she moved about the room calm and unhurried, taking time to make each guest feel special, sharing a drink or a laugh. Never a boisterous laugh though. No, merely a little giggle covered by a hand. He paused in his thoughts. No that still wasn’t right, a giggle sounded too juvenile. He didn’t have the right words to describe her, she was too carefully constructed for that. Barely human he would say, and so, here he was. Observing her, hoping for even the smallest crack in the facade. It would finally offer him some satisfaction, watching her fail. Perhaps that was cruel but, he didn’t mean a monumental failure or a public humiliation… Just something small, she accidentally snubs someone for a handshake or misses a joke or even spills a little of her wine. Just a drop out the side of her lip from underestimating how much was left in the glass. He wills it so hard, looking at her perfect, pretty face and yet the wine goes unspilled. He leans his head in his hand against the table crossing one leg over the other idly and sighs. It’s a party, he should be enjoying it and yet here he is. Sitting in a corner wishing for impossible feats to happen. He reaches for his drink and runs his eyes over her scrutinising once more. Which is when he catches it. He has to squint to be sure but her smile is looking a little tight. He grins savouring this moment before moving his gaze down slowly. In fact… She looks rather tense overall. Her calves tensed from where they’re visible past the hemline of her skirt, her feet shuffling back and forth a little in her white pumps. It was almost imperceptible but, well, if anyone should notice it would be her husband. Now, he only had to identify the cause. Noah tilted his head further against his hand and swirled his drink with the other, the ice cubes making a tinny clinking sound in the glass. It wasn’t the company and it certainly wasn’t the music, all of it handpicked by her. Perhaps the wine? She did seem to be drinking much less than earlier, and she truly had been putting it away. Never seeming to get any drunker, no flush, no unsteadiness, no inappropriate timing. He tapped at his glass with his nails, pondering the issue. She winced a little as she took another sip of the wine, this one smaller than the last. She also shifted a little, her skirt swinging around her. He straightened, leaning in a little, it almost looked like she was rubbing her thighs together as if…. No it couldn’t be… Could it? If his hypothesis was correct then she was indeed feeling the effects of all those glasses she tossed back. Alcohol was a rather effective diuretic. There was only one way to find out right? Test his hypothesis. He swallowed another grin, best not to celebrate too early and tossed back his drink, slamming the glass down on the table as he stood. He navigated the floor easily, greeting those who greeted him, albeit shortly. He didn’t want to lose sight of his target. Did he? Charlotte noticed him approaching and turned her head, not her body, he noted. She offered a pleasant smile, though it was stretched a little thin now. He pushed back his giddy glee at having caught this and plastered an equally pleasant smile over his self satisfied smirk. “Ah Noah,” She reached out a hand to clasp his in greeting which he greedily accepted, it was sweaty, “I hope you’re enjoying yourself.” Oh and he certainly was, he smiled indulging, and turned to her conversation partner. He didn’t know them and didn’t care to. “I’m sure you won’t mind if I borrow Charlotte for a moment.” The wording could have and likely should have indicated a question and yet it certainly wasn’t. He didn’t wait for an answer and began to lead her away, a little faster than was polite. She was forced to follow, a step or two behind him, being dragged by their joined hands. Charlotte didn’t utter a single sound until a soft ‘ah’ left her lips when they neared the edge of the room stopping dead in her tracks. He turned to look at her in confusion. She grinned a little sheepishly and set her wine glass down on a nearby table. “I’m sorry, I can’t quite walk that fast in these shoes.” Lie. He squinted at her, running a gaze over her again, noticing a glimmering trail of liquid on her inner left calf tracing its way to her ankle as she shifted her feet. Just a couple droplets really but he zeroed in on them. The grin he had been previously fighting to hide was suddenly absent. He stepped in again grabbing her by the wrist tightly and pulling her out of the room, leaving a door banging in their wake. He glanced around making sure this hallway truly was secluded, yes he’d wanted her to slip up but not majorly embarrass herself. Not only would that be needlessly cruel but also reflect badly on him. Why had she not taken action sooner? It was clear now that she truly was desperate. He studied her with a furrowed brow, unintentionally caging her against the wall. She blinked up at him, smile gradually spreading thinner and thinner. “What was it you needed me for my dear?” Her breathing was becoming heavier and it was exhilarating. “I rather think you’re the one who needs something… Why wait so long?” He furrowed his brow in confusion. “W-what do you mean?” She began shifting more noticeably now, evidently nearing the end of what her body could put up with. He shook his head incredulously. “Why won’t you just go to the bathroom, it’s now painfully obvious that you’re desperate?” A little guilt was beginning to creep in now. She whimpered and he felt his knees weaken, it was probably the most genuine noise he had ever heard come out of her mouth in their entire marriage and he was going to be replaying it on loop for the rest of it. He swallowed and looked at her squirming, backed against the wall. He swallowed hard and then she spoke… “I don’t think I’ll make it.” A sharp gasp followed, causing her to shoot her hands between her legs, still mindful enough to not press her skirt into her crotch, instead reaching underneath. The white fabric spilled over either side of her clenched hands. Hiking it up at the front had exposed even more of her legs and he could see the muscles in her thighs tensing and untensing in frantic pulses. Noah swallowed again, noticing a few drops hitting the floor in the dead silence that followed. Though breathy, her voice had now gained an edge of frustration. “You’re just going to stand there and watch me? What kind of sick power play is this?” She spat the words at him disgustedly. It made him jolt back into his body, fully realising what he was doing. He was watching a full grown woman in acute discomfort and distress and enjoying it. His wife no less. He swallowed again trying to wet his dry mouth, seems all the liquid in the room was somewhere else. This felt a little too cruel, he had to offer some kind of relief, at the very least turning his back. However as he did so he spotted that awful decorative vase they’d received as a wedding gift sitting on a side table and an idea sprung to mind, right as Charlotte sprung another leak. The soft groan she released and the spattering of piss hitting the floor shocked him to action and went straight to his cock in equal measure. He grabbed the vase quickly and turned around “Here.” “You’re not fucking serious.” She spat at him derisively. Another jolt. “Do you have any other options?” He raised an eyebrow and she banged her head back against the wall with enough force to make the paintings shake. He took that as a yes and moved to hand it to her before quickly realising she had both hands full. He felt a prickle of sweat at the base of his neck and excitement somewhere else as he stepped in holding the vase up in between her legs as she writhed desperately against the wall. Upon feeling the vase bump her hands she screwed up her eyes tilting her head to one side. Her face was practically glowing as he heard the first few scattered drops hit the bottom of the vase, amplified by its shape. This was almost immediately followed by a torrent bounding off its insides as she removed her hands from where they were stemming the flow. She may have been blinding herself to this but he was drinking it all in, watching her legs tremble slightly as she steadied herself with one hand on a side table, leaving little droplets in its wake. Every little twitch and gasp he committed to memory. Her other hand remained, holding her skirt out of the way leaving him with a relatively unobstructed view. His hands began to sweat a little but he resolutely maintained his grip. Her white lace panties did little to stem the flow but had absorbed what little they could taking on a faint yellow tinge. The fabric also caused the stream to not be fully uniform, little droplets rolled down her inner thighs before pattering onto the floor. He would’ve followed that trail with his tongue if he could’ve. Wait what? The thought shocked him a little. Was he… no. The stream began to trail off, a few droplets hitting the pool now formed in the vase marking its end. Noah looked up, meeting Charlotte’s eyes. She was furious for a split second before that cold mask descended once more, though now much less pleasant. Her jaw was clenched tight as her eyes burned into his rendering him speechless. She stood up straight again and he jumped into action, shakily setting the vase back down on the side table. He froze taking a couple breaths just cupping the sides with his hands as he set it down. It was warm. Noah could hear the sounds of fabric moving, turning around to face her again quickly, ready to protest her exit only to find something else entirely. Charlotte had placed her hand against the little table beside her once more, leaning down with one leg lifted to remove her soaked panties. Noah was speechless once more what was she…? She looked up as if feeling his eyes upon her. “I can’t exactly go back out there wearing these.” So she’s just going to go back out there wearing nothing?! He tried to swallow again unsuccessfully as she stepped closer, the soiled lace dangling from one raised fingertip. He felt like his whole body was on fire waiting for her to make a move but… she bypassed him entirely? Instead dropping the panties into the now full vase. She paused, turning back to him. Charlotte blinked up at him with her perfectly lined eyes but all he could think about was the very imperfect mess she had just caused. Her mouth twisted, her expression souring slightly. The milk hadn’t curdled but you still wouldn’t want it in your coffee. “Are you into this?” The words echoed in his head. Was he? He.. well he couldn’t be. But the physical evidence was undeniable. She sneered at him and clicked her tongue before he could find his tongue, not that it would have improved the situation. She turned on her heel, fast enough for her skirt to whirl out and brush his legs, and left. The sound of her heels on the hardwood ringing in his skull. In that whole interaction she hadn’t touched him once or said a single arousing or even genuinely kind word and yet…. He glanced down and groaned. No way could he go back into that room.
  12. 5,065 downloads

    This file originally came from DLJG-382 (I already Uploaded it) and is one of my favorite clips i have ever seen so i wanted to give it it's own little spotlight. Jav this clip came from Enjoy
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    2nd Highlights reel (+optical smoothing version) from the 4th-6th Sea Art A.I. animation tests. This time trying out various styles including fantasy, comic book, cartoon, realistic, and Pixar styles. (With classic Skyrim music) Previous animation highlights + optical smoothing version link here--> (links to the template/stills in the Sea Art A.I. thread below, and in the galleries)
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  14. View File Animation Highlights 2 (Sea Art A.I.) + Optical Smoothing 2nd Highlights reel (+optical smoothing version) from the 4th-6th Sea Art A.I. animation tests. This time trying out various styles including fantasy, comic book, cartoon, realistic, and Pixar styles. (With classic Skyrim music) Previous animation highlights + optical smoothing version link here--> (links to the template/stills in the Sea Art A.I. thread below, and in the galleries) Submitter DuffMan Submitted 01/08/2024 Category Female  
  15. As the title says, I want to piss my pants again. I have been in a strange mood over the past few days and I want to have so much more omo play than I normally would. I have already posted a few videos over the past few days and hope you all don't mind one more coming through.
  16. Soooo, This happened a few years back. I left the country for 3 weeks for vacation, traveling by plane. Back in my country, but still in the airport I was thirsty due to the dry cabin air. I bought a water bottle and emptied it on the way to the car-park, after stowing my luggage I went to the toilet, like your supposed to do. I mean, there were about 2hr of driving my car back to my hometown. Back in my car, I started the engine left the airport perimeter and entered the highway. I was still thirsty but luckily I have an "emergency energy drink" in my car. I wanted to take my time, but while focusing on the road the can was empty in no time. I had no worries there are a lot of Rest-areas on the way. Half way through my ride, some of the fluids reached my lower part, maybe it was on a 7 out of 10. A Road-Sign appeared and stated that the next pee-option is in 5KM. No problem so far. I reached in no time, while exiting my car the need increased but not to much. With a bit of fidgeting I entered the toilet block, of course it was dirty as hell. But luckily I have a Penis and could pee without the need to sit down. I continued my journey without a problem until the last 25 min or so. I started to feel a need again, which in my body language means about 6/10. Beeing so close to home, I passed a rest area without stopping, still thinking about the dirty last one. But of course I had to happen, traffic hit just minutes after passing the stopping point. I was still moving, but so slow riding on my bike would probably be quicker. While moving like a turtle my need drastically increased. The thought came to my mind, that first piss was from the coke I had on the plane and the energy/water combo started to hit my. Knowing that I drank I quite rapidly, I knew the need would also increase so fast. But I also new there are no more stops possible. I have to reach my home if I want my pants to stay dry. I was still stuck in traffic, but I could see the culprit in the distance. Roadworks on the highway, of course with speed limits in place and over a distance of multiple kilometres. While entering the building area, my bladder entered 8/10 territory. I was in pain, feeling the pee right at the tip of my dick. I squeezed it constantly but still had to focus on the road. Which now had completely opened up and I could speed to my exit. 3 red traffic lights later I reached my home, parked my car like an asshole and booted into my shared apartment. Only problem my flatmate was in the bathroom. I was knocking on the door, screaming for release, he just said "give me a second". I potty danced like crazy, holding onto my penis for dear life. I was on a 10/10 feeling for the first time, that my bladder was giving in without permission. The first drop leaked into my boxer. I opened my pants to be quicker, when this god damn door opens. The spurts started to come more often and forming into a stream. I slowly started to piss into my hand, while the door finally opened. I hobbled into the bath as quick es possible, shut the door and let myself fall onto the toilet without even trying to remove my boxer shorts. The moan I led out was probably heard in the next street. It felt orgasmic to finally relief myself, although I lost the battle a little bit.
  17. FullSizeRender.MOV i completely lost control and wet my leggings after a busy shift at work with no time for a pee break! (sorry i had to break up the video into parts, but it was a full minute and a half of me wetting myself)
  18. Remember Wren Smith? From my first ever omorashi fiction. Well they have now made a reprise. Wren’s school did not have a gender neutral bathroom. Consequently, Wren would try to hold in their pee as long as they could. Most days they would get home, slightly needing a pee or bursting to go depending on how much water they had or on some horrible days they would be forced to shuffle into one of the gendered bathrooms. Usually the female ones as Wren was AFAB and needed to sit down, and the male ones only had a limited number of stalls. They were also scared of being beaten up. It was 3rd period now, and it was a hot day. Wren was beginning to feel a small twinge in their bladder. Nothing they weren’t used to. You don’t hold it in for 7 hours every day without getting a few strong bladder muscles. But as the day progressed Wren found it was harder to hold… Part 2 coming soon
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    This is the first video me and my girl have ever decided to upload.. starts off with my wetting my jeans on the couch, she then unzips my jeans and starts playing with my dick and balls though my briefs while I am still pissing.. when I finally get close to finishing she puts her vibrator on my dick which made me piss a tiny bit more and felt really good I didn't want to give it back to her.. when I did she starts using it underneath her jeans and then starts wetting herself few times while cumming.. so than she hands me back the vibrator and I use it on my cock and ask her if she can piss a little more than I'll cum, so she does and I cum watching and feeling her warm piss through my fingers not to mention the puddle that I'm sitting of my own piss that she is making even bigger and warmer.. god that felt amazing for the both of us, hope you enjoy.. more content very soon
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  20. Lola Williams was a beautiful, tall brunette at 18 years of age. Today, her class was on the way from a field trip. Her sports team was enroute to a Netball match against the rival school. They had won and Lola had celebrated by drinking large amounts of water, juice, and milk. She was regretting that now, as all the fluid she'd drank had made her way to her bladder.
  21. here's a very tipsy hold with an extremely full bladder. i tried to tie some more string around my belt loops to make it harder to take off but before i could get something tightly around my midsection i absolutely exploded. as i was peeling off my soaked jeans the pee just kept on coming. i left a lot of details out from this nearly 24 minute video so please enjoy this late christmas gift (45% off right now!!) while i take a small break. 😘 (i decided that i'm over editing out my tattoos lol (so please don't make me regret this 😅)) this video will become members only after a couple of weeks so if u would like the download please consider supporting me by getting the full video here 🫶 jeans floor.mp4
  22. View File SL-604 SL-604 - Christmas pee party Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 12/31/2023 Category JAV Collections  
  23. sorry on mobile but it's not me this time, this video was just too good not to share. as she strips she's says "i'm hot" as in temperature wise which means she was really trying with all her muscles to hold it. this is the omo i live for. https://es.thisvid.com/videos/japanese-extreme-pee-holding-desperation-favorite-1/
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