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  1. Chapter 1: The Intro "Welcome back to the Holding games! This year competing for the grand prize of £10,000 we have 3 new fresh faced contestants! Lets meet the newest competitors! First off we have Joy!" Joy is a 18 year old - 5'6 medium build ginger wearing a green summer dress "Hey Folks, My name is Joy and I'm going to win even if it kills me" She introduces herself with a spin flashing a tiny glimpse light blue panties to cameras. She smiles towards the host, a man wearing a sparkling suit who continues with his narrations. "Isn't she just a beaut! Now joy beat her competitors in the semi final by a hairs length, she was bent over in her blue body suit a second away from a flood when poor Sam couldn't take it any more and soaked his shorts securing her position in this round here today! She might have bigger bladders to contend with however... leading us on to our second competitor of the finals, Brenn!" Brenn is a 19 year old - 5'8 athletic brunet wearing jeans and a t-shirt "Hey guys, I'm Brenn and in all honesty there is no chance I am going home without that £10,000 today. Its just simple science, guys can hold it for longer than girls" He waves and takes a seat looking nonchalant. "I know folks, he seems cocky but in all honesty he has every right to be! He has floored anyone he has faced so far and not once have we seen him so much as fidget!! The voting came back definitely in his favour... our other competitors will have to try extra hard to take down this 'pee pro'! Speaking of which we now introduce our final challenger of the night... Lucy!" Lucy is a 17 year old - 5'3 slim blonde wearing dungarees and long sleeve t-shirt "Hello, I'm... well... lucy and... I plan on winning!" She moves awkwardly towards her seat and sits down. "How cute, Lucy has been the underdog in her last couple rounds surprising everyone! For someone with such a small body she sure can hold it in! She even beat Angela from the 3rd round a giant of a woman who showed no signs of desperation till the last moment! Admittedly she had leaked a little by then but you know our rules... Only a total loss of control will send you out of the game." All three contestants are given a large glass of water and 30 seconds to drink it all. Each do so. Lucy looks as if she struggles to get it all down in time but the other two finish it easily. The Host smiles and claps. "Each contestant has just been allowed to use the toilet and from here on until however long it takes to piss themselves they will be supplied a glass of water every 20 minutes... Lets check back in when things have progressed a little more" 1 hour and 19 minutes later, 3 glasses down. Lucy and Joy are chatting absently as the fourth cups are brought. Brenn is sitting still staring into the audience, he hasnt moved an inch since the start. The 30 seconds to drink the cups starts and Lucy takes 33 seconds to finish it. She looks annoyed. "well that is unfortunate Lucy... you did not drink your water quick enough and therefore you are to be given a challenge... Lets Spin the Wheel!!" As the Host spins the wheel is flits past some of the options: 20 star jumps, legs apart for 1 minute, let a little bit out, push on bladder, plank, more water, strip, no hands... and lands on 15 squats. Lucy completes it easily looking relieved at the outcome. Joy shifts a little in her seat. "Now that's out of the way lets check in with our contestants and see how they are feeling! Lets start with Joy!" Joy ponders for a second as if to question how much she should give away. "In all honesty, I'm starting to feel a little bit desperate. Don't take this as a sign viewers, I am used to this feeling and will not fail! I will come away today with dry clothes unlike these two!" "I like that resolve!! What about you Brenn?" Brenn doesn't hesitate in answering. "I feel fine. Don't feel a thing" "Well lets see how long that stays like that for! And now onto Lucy!" Lucy sits back down on the seat after her squats and laughs "I'm just happy I didn't have to strip, drinking that much water constantly gets a little challenging, in terms of bladder... I could pee, I could not. I'm chill" "Well lets see how chill our contestants stay shall we! Lets find out After the break!" We Will Return After The Break.
  2. View File Koihime Musou Wetting Scenes The order of the wettings are 1: Koihime Musou - Episode 11 2: Shin Koihime Musou - Episode 11 3: Koihime Musou ~A Heart-Throbbing, Maidenly Romance of the Three Kingdoms Submitter Vbucks Submitted 01/13/2024 Category Female  
  3. I'm not dead! It's been a long time since I last posted, but I've mostly got my life sorted out and have more free time and motivation to write again. I hope you enjoy this story. I promise the next one won't take so long! “Hi Master! Wantama!” “Kon Kon Kitsune!” “Kon~ Ban~ Washoi!” “It’s been a while since we’ve done one of these, so I hope you all are excited!” The crossdressing dog-boy Inuyama Tamaki greeted incoming viewers to the stream as he set up an online lobby of Tetris. Joining him in greeting the viewers was Shirakami Fubuki and Natsuiro Matsuri, returning veterans of Tamaki’s Endurance Tetris series. The rules of the game were simple. Streamers would compete against each other in the game while holding their urge to pee. After a round was over, all participants except the winner would have to perform a task that would increase their desperation. This cycle would continue until a player wets themselves. “Yeah, it sure has been,” Fubuki agreed, nervously. Despite having wet herself once before during Tamaki’s gameshow, she wasn’t keen on having any other accidents. That wasn’t the only factor, however. To celebrate the return of his show, Tamaki decided to up the ante; instead of holding their bladders, they’d be fighting the urge to poop. This didn’t excite the fox-girl, especially considering her ‘incident’ from a couple of years back. That being said, there was a reason she knew it would be safe to enter the revival episode, and she was staring right at said reason. “Hehe, this’ll be cake!” Matsuri proclaimed. The eccentric cheerleader talked big game, but in reality, she had the worst record of any participant on Endurance Tetris. Of the twelve times she had competed, nine times she ended up sitting in a puddle of her own urine. Not to mention the various times she has wet herself on and off stream, unprovoked by anything but her overconfidence in her bladder. “Don’t make any mistakes, poop is totally different,” she claimed as Tamaki’s chat voted her as the projected loser. “I haven’t crapped myself since I was a baby! That’s more than can be said about Ms. Poopy Pants over there,” Matsuri jested, prompting Fubuki to redden faster than hot iron. “S-shut up! It was only once!” she deflected. “It’s not fair! I literally had the shit scared out of me…” “Enough ladies, you both will have the opportunity to prove you don’t need diapers soon enough.” Both girls glared at Tamaki, obviously not amused. “Alright chat, you know the gist. We play Tetris, winner of each round is saved from punishment, the losers drink water, and it goes until someone wets themselves. However, this time things are gonna be a little different since it’s our bowels on the line. For one, we’ve all had three full meals today to make sure this doesn’t last forever.” As he says this, the femboy pulls out a small roulette wheel and places it next to him. “Aaaaand we got a punishment wheel! After each round, I’m gonna spin the wheel at the end of each round, and whatever it lands on will be the losers’ punishment!” The chat spammed clapping emojis while the other vtubers groaned, already knowing what was on the wheel as they had to prepare the items in advance. They had second thoughts about participating but Tamaki had already paid them a fair sum to participate, so it was too late to back out now. “Hmm, let’s see here… Laxatives, prunes, squats, and plenty of other tricks to help get things flowing! I’m excited, aren’t you girls?” “Bring it!” Matsuri belted, her pride overshadowing her dignity. “Y-yeah…,” Fubuki croaked, not as inspired as her genmate. “Okay, let’s get it!” Tamaki started the first round. The game was already engaging, as the vtubers figured out which strategies they wanted to go with. Tamaki and Fubuki opted for the “4-wide” setups, while Matsuri opted to keep things simple and aimed exclusively for Tetris clears. Admittedly the game was much more even than normal, perhaps because the stakes were much higher than normal, or simply because a certain blue-haired idol wasn’t present to dominate them all. However, in the end, the dog-boy came out on top, sticking his tongue out at the other two in celebration. “Damn it!” Matsuri exclaimed as she jumped in frustration, her skirt lifting to briefly flash her panties through her pantyhose. “You don’t have to let everyone know you’re wearing stripes to vent your anger, you know?” Fubuki jabbed, prompting the brunette to embarrassedly sit and pull her skirt down a little. “P-please, I know you’re salty too,” she retorted. “Ahem,” Tamaki cleared his throat. “If you’re done being sore losers after the first round, I’ll spin the wheel for your punishment.” “Fine,” the other two said in unison. Tamaki spun the wheel, the girls watching nervously as it rotated in a blur. Eventually, the wheel came to a halt, the needle resting on their first of many punishments: laxatives. The pair sighed as they lifted up a couple of pills in each of their palms to their cameras, then downed the tablets to show the viewers they weren’t faking their task. “Hehe, those are quick acting. I guess we’ll see how quick that is,” the dog-boy teased. Several rounds passed unceremoniously, with the trio each enduring various punishments such as sit-ups, prunes, coffee, etc. after a loss. However, the punishments were definitely working, each member starting to struggle as they felt something knocking at their backdoor. And as time went on, a separate need was growing inside of Fubuki that was proving impossible to ignore. “Gotta go,” Fubuki kept repeating in her head, her legs crossing back and forth out of the camera’s view. She was losing the battle against her bladder, and due to the laxatives and coffee, her bowels weren’t far behind in the race. The growing desperation to pee was also drawing her away from the game, causing her to lose more rounds. As she struggled to both fill the gap in her Tetris board and keep herself from filling her shorts, white-haired fox knew something had to give. With a deep breath, she opened her legs slightly and let go. A cascade of urine immediately drenched her white panties and black shorts, rolling off of her gaming chair into a puddle at her bare feet. It was embarrassing having to reconcile with peeing herself on purpose, but her sphincter didn’t give her much time for thought as something started to poke out of her anus. Clenching her butt, the fox-girl returned her focus on the game only to find that she had already lost while she was taking care of business. “H-ha! I w-win this one!” Matsuri boasted through small whines. “I-it seems so…,” Tamaki too, was hitting his limit as he rocked his butt back and forth. He spun the wheel yet again, but this time, the punishment made both losers go pale. “Push for 15 seconds” “N-no way,” Fubuki stammered, sweat streaming down her body into her already soaked shorts. Time stopped. She was at a loss. At this rate, she’d mess herself for the second time in her career and solidify herself as the baby of the company. She scanned her brain for options, ways she could avoid tarnishing her reputation and saving her ego. Yet despite her best efforts, Fubuki knew there was no way to avoid pooping her pants. Even if she were to pretend to push on her bowels, it would only be a matter of minutes before her body gives out anyways. Then it hit her. “Pretend? Oh, that’s it!” “Alright… you ready Fubuki…?” Tamaki asked, bracing himself for the worst and snapping the girl out of her thought. “Y-yeah,” Fubuki replied, ready to set her plan in motion. “Oookay, now push!” Matsuri commanded, starting the timer on her phone. “Ugh…,” both Tamaki and Fubuki groaned, the pushing from their bodies being more than enough for their anuses to open as both members fully void themselves in their underwear. Tamaki stood up for the act, his polka dot panties completely tenting outwards as a large coil of feces occupied the space between. Fubuki wasn’t as fortunate. As soon as she started pushing, a small nugget came out followed by a wave of mush spilling out of her, quickly taking up all the space in her panties and caking her rear end in the mess. However, compared to Tamaki, who was borderline crying, she kept a straight face, giving the illusion she was still holding on despite pushing everything out until she was empty. When it was all said and done, having messed herself almost twice as much as her previous experience, the fox-girl gave the camera a grin. The chat and Matsuri both applauded her for being able to keep it in; she pooped herself and kept her dignity intact. “Eeeeewww, my panties are totally ruined,” Tamaki mused, now more fascinated with the mess in his girly underwear than upset. He turned his butt to the camera to give the audience a clear look, and earned puking emojis in response. “Welp,” he said, plopping back down in his chair before continuing, “I’m out for the count. It’s up to you two. May the best girl win!” Tamaki changed his role in the game to spectator before starting the next game, with one girl determined to win, and the other knowing she’s already won. A few more matches elapsed as Matsuri was now on the defensive, losing almost all of them. Despite now getting uncomfortable and a bit itchy from shuffling and stewing in her own mess, the lack of distractions made it easy for Fubuki to beat the potty-dancing girl at the game. After being subjected to more coffee and sit-ups, the cheerleader was at her wits end. “H-how did she suddenly get so fucking good?!” Matsuri raged as she lost yet again. “Wow, this must really not be your day!” Tamaki commented, now fully chipper again in spite of his own mess weighing down his panties. “Though, I do hope this wraps up soon. If not, I might get a rash,” he joked, spinning the wheel again. “10 squats” “S-shit,” Matsuri cursed, rubbing her legs together as her butt was clenched to the maximum. She knew full well that even a single squat would loosen her muscles enough to spell disaster in her underwear. “What’s the matter?” Fubuki taunted. “Gotta go potty?” she asked sarcastically, before mockingly sucking her thumb. “Sh-shut the hell up!” Matsuri flared. “I-I-I’ll show y-y-you!” With that, she stood up and positioned herself with her back facing her webcam. In an attempt to prove a point, the girl yanked her skirt down to her feet, giving the world a full view of her pantyhose-clad butt. The other vtubers’ jaws hit the floor as Matsuri miraculously started pumping out squats. However, her pace hit an abrupt halt after the ninth squat. Matsuri could feel her sphincter screaming, praying to God, or herself, for mercy. “Alright, last one. Nice and slow,” she thought aloud, but her final descent would prove to be fatal. As she reached the bottom of the squat, her now spread anus had had enough. An unstoppable wave of brown lava erupted from her behind, instantly destroying her yellow-striped panties. Her underwear was failing to contain wave after wave of semisolid poop that gushed out, leaking out of the leg holes into her pantyhose. It began oozing down her legs, trapped between the tight mesh and her soft skin. “Oh my goodness, it’s an avalanche!” Tamaki jested to capitalize on the scene unfolding. “Ughhh… oohhhh…,” Matsuri moaned, reduced to nothing more that groans and yells from the release that encapsulated her. After what felt like forever, the volcano in her rear started to calm, and for a brief moment, there was silence. Weak in her knees, Matsuri’s legs gave out, falling on her behind as a loud splat sound echoed in her microphone. Regaining her senses, there was nothing left for the girl but regret as she started sobbing uncontrollably on the floor like a baby. “Matsuri…,” Fubuki said, stunned at the sight of her friend looking just like she did during her last accident. The guilt hit her like a truck. She knew she had cheated to save face, and now one of her closest friends was suffering because of it. The fox-girl looked down at her wet and messy state before resolving herself to do the right thing. “Um… everyone? I have something I have to confess…” “H-huh?” Matsuri turned her teary-eyed face to her monitor, only to be shocked at what she was witnessing. Fubuki had her shorts around her ankles, poop-filled panties on display to the whole world. “I-I’ve been a bad girl,” she joked. “I pooped my panties on stream again… like the baby I am…” Fubuki blushed hard at the words coming out of her mouth and her accompanying actions, but in her mind, she knew that in order to make things right, she needed to humiliate herself to a higher magnitude than Matsuri’s accident. “Fubuki…,” Matsuri looked at her screen, her tears dried, stunned by what her friend was doing. However, after a few seconds, she couldn’t help but burst out in laughter. “Hahaha, I knew you were a baby! Had to cheat to put yourself in the big girl club!” “Hey! I’m doing this to make you feel better!” Fubuki clapped back, annoyed. “And I do!” Matsuri said in a fit of laughter, before eventually calming down to say, “Thanks.” “Oh my gooooooood that was so cute!” Tamaki interjected, ruining the moment. “But since all of us are currently sitting in out own waste, I don’t think I can call this game anything but a draw. And that just won’t do, will it guys?” Tamaki watched as his chat agreed with him, messages travelling up the screen at a record speed. “I guess we’re just gonna have to do it again next week! You girls down?” The two friends stared at their screens for a second before each cracking a wide smile. “Yeah.”
  4. Hello everyone, and my apologies for the long post. TL;DR This is a Wetting Game I came up with. I created this challenge set and so far it has turned out rather well. I wanted to share it with you to give you ideas for what to do in your own fun time. That being said, I am also looking for feedback. Please by all means, try this out, and if you feel so inclined, please give me feedback on potential ways you think this can be improved. Let me know how well it went for you if you try it! The game begins by allowing yourself to reach a desperate enough state. One can begin by starting out fresh before doing an activity, or however they may have preference of wirth certain desperation levels, like if you wake up and really need to go, you can start there. Otherwise, for example, let's say you can use the bathroom before you go see a movie, but set your parameters. Drink a weak drink, like coffee, tea, a or sports drink before you even leave for the film, this way travel time also gets a chance to help fill you up. Then when at the movie, drink a large beverage throughout the course of the film. Salty snacks with water can also help get things going. By the end of the chosen activity, you should be adequately full, if not reaching bursting point altogether. Now the real fun begins. Once your bladder is full enough to enjoy, drive back home, or to a place of preference. For example, if you want to challenge yourself to watch an episode of your favorite show, or have have a walk in a park and be risque about it, that's entirely up to you. In any case, I hope you're a DM or have access to different styles of Dice, either through an app or just obtained from a game shop on you, because now you need them. Also, if you have a partner you can play this game with while you're both desperate? That can help increase the fun and challenge and is great for couple's play. The dice will determine you fate. Choose an increment of time. it can be based on minutes, distance, or other chosen elements, like done at the end of a show you're watching, or during commercials, or done every 5 or 10 minutes on a hike. Phase one: Self assist option. Coin flip: Before beginning the round, add anticipation by flipping a coin to determine whether if you are a allowed to hold yourself, like allowing crossed legs or holding with your hand, or if you're not allowed to assist yourself in any way. This can be converted to a multi sided die to add in other specifics, like allowing for hand holding but no crossed legs and vice versa. Additionally, roll an 8 sided die to determine how you must stand for the challenge. 1 for sitting on a chair or couch, 2 for standing, 3 for standing with legs spread apart, 4 for laying down on back, 5 for laying down on front, 6 for on all fours doggy style, 7 for squatting, 8 for sitting on the floor. Bonus roll: Flip a coin to determine if you should be bound with something like handcuffs, or in some other fashion, like with a forced spreader bar. Using the shower rail for this can really be fun to keep your arms above your head. I like to put my S/O's behind their back leaving full access to their bladder. Phase 2: Category. Roll a 6 or 8 sided die to have a category selected for you: 1. Additional drink 2. Movement (Basic): standing straight and motionless, stretching, yoga poses and bending, tends to be more static and not dynamic. 3. Full Relax 4. Challenge Drips 5. Movement (advance): Dynamic movements like jumping, running in place, etc... 6. Bladder play (Best enjoyed with a partner) Optional add ons: 7. Game options and bonus challenges. 8. Turn pass freebie or choose your own. Phase 3: Category challenge specifics: Each category will have different associated roll options with varying levels of difficulty. 1. Additional drink. Roll a dice based on the number of drinks you have available or want to have available. Weak drink, water, (alcohol option available on preference), coffee, tea, or sports drink would have a 6 sided dice option. Then roll to see how much of the drink you need to consume. you select the dice and amounts. you can have a 4 sided die, or an 8 sided die for example, with increments of 2 oz each for each higher number, leading up to a full 16 ounces you must drink on an 8 sided die max roll. Challenge ends when the entire drink is consumed as required. 2. Basic Movements. Select a dice for the amount of basic movements you want. This category should feature static movements that don't require much effort, but are challenging nonetheless. Standing perfectly still with a full bladder and not leaking can actually be quite difficult depending on how full you are. Ready a timer as well. First roll picks the position requirement: Let's use an 8 sided die as an example. 1 for stand perfectly still, 2 for bend over and touch toes, 3 for bend as far back as you can comfortably while standing, 4 for pick a yoga pose/downward dog, 5 for yoga pose/upward seal, 6 for stretch like a lunge or other position, 7 for arms out and legs spread, 8 for a bridge stretch (hands and feet on floor but stomach faces up towards the ceiling). Second roll should be a d10 for amount of seconds you will need to hold this pose for. Multiply the dice roll times 10 to determine amount of seconds the activity should be. If a 00 is rolled, the choice is a wild card, up to you/your partner. Challenge ends when timer is up. 3. Full relax. This one is especially challenging. Roll a die of choice, for example, a 4 sided die, and assign a time frame to each number. 1 for 1 second, 2 for 3 seconds, 3 for 5 seconds, or 4 for 7 seconds. I don't recommend going past 7 unless you want to risk a full release failure right then and there. The person facing this challenge must relax their bladder muscle completely and allow themselves to flow freely if it happens. once timer is up, the person must clamp themselves shut and stem the flow as quickly as they can. Challenge is over once the person isn't leaking anymore, and hopefully hasn't lost yet. 4. Challenge drips. This is a bit more controlled than option 3. Here is how I do this one. Take a 3 sided die or other die of preference if challenge increase is desired, and roll it. The person must successfully drip out a controlled amount based on the number on the roll. Rolling a 3 for example means the person must release a single spurt or drip into their pants/underwear 3 times, controlling each release and not allowing excessive flow, which loses the challenge. Challenge ends once all drips have been successfully made. 5. Dynamic movements. These movements require more effort. For a d6: 1 Jumping in place, 2 doing an exercise like jumping jacks or 3 power squats, 4 quick rapid bending at the waist, 5 quick stretches, or 6 Running in place. Roll a d10 (Dice roll times 10) to determine amount of seconds the activity is done for. If a 00 is rolled, the choice is a wild card, up to you/your partner. Do you have more to add perhaps? 😉 Challenge ends when timer is up. 6. Bladder play. This one is best done with a partner. The idea is to do something that presses (pun intended) on your need to pee even more. Having a partner stand behind you playing with your bladder and gently pressing on you or massaging you bladder is one way to do this. IF you're by yourself, wearing a belt and increasing tightness is another way. After initial rolls for position are rolled in phase 1, your partner gets to play with you however they want, whether or not you are bound too. They can utilize sounds, sinks, faucets, pouring water into a cup, anything that adds to the desperation. Same applies for you and however you wish to tease yourself. You can roll for this is you want to, just remember to assign options and keep to them. The only required roll for this is a d10 for amount of seconds you will need to endure this for. d10 times 10. Again, with 00 being the wild card number. Challenge ends when timer is up. Category 7. Optional play scenarios. Categories 7 and 8 are special selections. Here is what I have here for now. If you make it through all rounds, or want a change up, or want to roll to make this a valid challenge, use an 8 sided die to open up these options. A partner enhances these options greatly. Category 7. Gaming Challenge. If alone, attempt to play through a game level of choice on a difficulty of your choice. Every time you lose a life or fail a level, you incur a penalty most notably in the form of drinking something. you or your partner can also choose a penalty of preference. With a partner this can be made more interesting by selecting a 2 player level to verse eachother in. Winning or the winner incurs no penalties. Loser or losing a level can be made to do an extra challenge. Category 8. Wild card. Label this one as your own personal freebie. Use this to get a free pass this turn round, or choose your own challenge, or have your partner do all the selections for you. (Roll a d3) See how long you can last, see who wins in the end. Again, sorry for the length of this post. I wanted to be specific in what I had come up with. Let me know what you think!
  5. Hii Sorry for my bad english but is not my mother language Im young female who want a hard toilet rules for a few days Im welcome to all
  6. Has anyone ever had an orgasm while peeing in their diaper or just while peeing? I'm a guy and I think that almost happened to me just now. What a sensation! If you have can you describe it?
  7. Hi, so I’ve decided to try fix my sleep schedule so im staying up today (currently 4:30am GMT). I am aware this a stupid way to fix my sleep but it works sometimes. I’m gonna be drinking a full glass of water every hour and then probably drinking inbetween cos I’ve been drinking a lot of water lately. If anyone has any challenges I should do that’d be fun. I’ll be updating every hour after I’ve drank my water. Also starting with a fully empty bladder so not desperate at all 0/10
  8. Hi all! It's been a while since my last story, and i wanted to share another with you, since I tend to have a lot of fun when I do! This one isn't nearly as long, and to be honest I didn't take as long to write it, but I think you'll all still enjoy it. Sorry for any awkward grammar, spelling, etc. Like I said, I just wanted to get it out there more than anything, in hopes I'd get some inspiration for more stories. I kind of enjoy the indirect exhibitionism, I won't lie! Please let me know what kind of story you would all like me to write next ... that is, if you'd like me to write another story, hahah. This next story happened the last year or two of high school too, I’m not sure when exactly, but I know it happened after the “After School Accident” story I posted earlier. Kevin, Brian and I spent a lot of Friday nights bringing our computers over to each others’ houses to play video games. One particular Friday, we’d all gone over to Kevin’s house. Naturally, we all drank way more soda than was healthy, and stayed up later than we should – but hey, that was part of the fun! I remember it was pretty late into the night by the time this happened, but I saw Kevin wiggle his leg and grab lightly at his crotch. We had both set up our computers in his room, with the rest of our friends out in the living room. This was pretty soon after the “After School Accident” incident, and to be honest, there had definitely been a change between us. We felt more awkward around each other than before, less willing to talk with each other both about small talk and more important things. We actually hadn't discussed that night at all, even though it was both obviously going through our heads quite a bit. But despite the awkwardness, seeing him grab himself got my mind racing, and I checked Kevin out some as subtly as I could. He didn’t give any other signs and I didn’t press it. Plus, we were in his home, if he needed to go, he’d go, right? I didn’t think I’d be getting a show. Now seems as good of a time to mention it as any – this was summer or spring, so we were both wearing khaki type shorts and t-shirts. I remember Kevin’s were your typical tan khaki color, and mine were a lighter off-white, I think. I definitely remember that both were fairly tight fitting – this stuck out to me both because I was glad for being able to see as much as I could of Kevin, but also because I knew I had to be careful as I started to get hard, since it’d be obvious to see. And even more obvious if I had an “accident” in front of Kevin … again. We had set up our computers together in his room, but there were other friends playing with us who were set up in the house as well. The next match started, and he still hadn’t gone to the bathroom. We all kept playing the game (a team based first person shooter, I don’t remember which), and I notice Kevin squirm more, and press his legs together a bit. Thanks to his tighter shorts, actually, I could see almost everything – whether he was bouncing or wiggling his legs, if he tensed his thighs, or squeezed them together. More than once, I felt Kevin’s legs bump against me as he shifted around, and I started looking at him again and not the game. I see his legs pushed together and bouncing. I couldn’t help myself, and I just start staring – until I hear the game let me know that I’d been killed. I looked at the game, and respawned as a medic type class, and decide to follow Kevin around, just to get Kevin talking more to me. Not long after I spawn, Kevin notices and says “Good! [Shinobi]! I needed help!” We defended the area for a little while, but Kevin gets killed. He starts to stand up, but just as he does, I got to where he had died and then resurrected his character. He made a pained moaning/grunting noise and sat back down. “OK, next time I die,” he said, laughing incredibly awkwardly, “don’t revive me, I’ve really gotta piss.” That settled it, in my mind. I couldn't have stopped myself even if I wanted to. My mission was to keep Kevin alive, at any cost. I tried to laugh like I only thought it was funny, and not incredibly hot. “But I need your help here!” “Gaahh,” he groaned, “OK, I’ll try.” We kept defending our little outpost, and Kevin was clearly getting more and more desperate. He would twitch and lurch his whole body every so often and was playing the game hunched far over his keyboard, as if he couldn’t keep himself comfortably upright. His legs moved more and more frequently, until the movement was basically non-stop. He’d been killed a couple times, but I was right behind him to bring his character back. Which was getting more and more difficult for me to do, unfortunately. The more he moved, the more I wanted to watch, and the easier it was to lose track of Kevin’s character and keep his character alive and keep Kevin desperate. I was also painfully hard by that point, which was embarrassingly obvious in the pants I was wearing. Fortunately, the only other person that would be able to see was Kevin, and his eyes were usually fixed on his screen. Except, we were both occasionally sneaking looks at each other’s laps – he could definitely see that I was hard as he got more and more desperate. Kevin died one more time and stood up from his chair quickly. “Oh, fuck,” I think I heard him whisper under his breath. Kevin was not a guy that tended to swear, at all, so I knew he was in pain, and I throbbed painfully in response. Luckily, I was right behind him as usual, and shocked him back to life. “No!” I laughed, “Don’t go! Defend us!” “Ohh, no!” Kevin laughed and moaned, but went back to the computer quickly. He didn’t sit down though, he sort of leaned over his chair to play the game. He crossed his legs and squeezed them together, and was bouncing up and down to hold it in. All this was happening right next to my head, of course, and somehow, I got even harder in response. I pressed my legs together to try to hide it and bounced a little bit. I noticed Kevin look down at my crotch and laughed. “You too, huh?” he asked under his breath. I know I blushed furiously, but he was too busy looking at the game to see it. “Huh?” I asked, nervously, my heart beating faster. “You gotta piss too?” I felt my chest loosen as he said that, glad that he hadn’t noticed that I’d been enjoying his show. “Oh,” I laughed, realizing what he meant. “I can hold it,” I said, trying to taunt him. “Can you?” It didn't make a lot of sense to me at the time, but the only thing I could think about was how much I wanted Kevin to keep holding it. “No, fuck,” he laughed quietly and gave another bounce. When he said ‘no,’ my stomach filled up with butterflies, and I knew I was close to cumming. “Do what you gotta do,” I laughed nervously, “your team’s counting on you!” I jiggled my legs unconsciously, and Kevin looked down at my lap. He laughed too and gave a groan, twitched suddenly, and I think I heard him swear under his breath again. I looked off to my side, to try to see if he was dry or not, but I could only see the side of his thigh, which was not wet. Part of me knew it was for the best that I couldn’t see anything – I still remembered what happened last time I saw that Kevin had to pee, and how I’d basically exploded in my pants when I’d thought that he’d leaked even a little! That was just with me and Kevin alone, though, and this time we weren’t quite alone, with our friends a room or two over. Another part of me just wanted to see it and didn’t care. I’d brought another pair of clothes with me (when we did parties like this, we’d always end up spending the night since we stayed up so late). I told myself that if I ended up enjoying it too much, I could just change. But the embarrassing part is that Kevin, and possibly our other friends, might see me walking around in wet shorts. Kevin had already seen my “accident” the last time I saw him have to pee, and he’d seen the quarter-sized wet spot of precum on my pants tonight, what would he think if I ended up losing control in front of him again? Did he actually believe that I’d pissed myself instead of enjoying his desperation way too much that night? All these anxieties were storming through the back of my head, but they were completely drowned out by me enjoying seeing Kevin bouncing with desperation right off to my side. I was bouncing with pain a bit by now as well, not because I had to pee, but because I needed to cum so badly that my balls were hurting. I started to use the pain to pretend like I had to pee though, to make Kevin feel better, and squeezed my legs together with a hand in my crotch, though I was being careful not to actually touch anything – I was very close to having an “accident” myself. I noticed Kevin swish his head to get his shaggy hair out of his eyes, then bent over and bounced at the knees. “Ohh, God…” he whispered to himself. “I can’t,” he laughed, talking loud enough for me to really hear now. “[Shinobi], really,” he laughed more, “I can’t!” He bounced once or twice, then groaned again, clearly in a lot of pain, “Arrghh!” He let go of his mouse and keyboard and tried to move past me. “No!” I laughed, “Come back, Kevin!” I reached out to grab him as me moved past me, and managed to grab his belt or something. “Nooo!” He turned around to grab my arm and get himself free, and I could see he was smiling wide still, but also breathing heavily. He managed to get me to let go of his belt, tossed my arm away and darted off to the bathroom. I got up to chase him a bit, carried away with the excitement of seeing him desperate, but he had a head start on me and made it to the bathroom door. My chest sank as I realized that whatever was going to happen, I wouldn’t see it. I walked, carefully, back to my chair in front of my computer, since our friends in the other rooms were wondering why we’d suddenly stopped. I played for a couple minutes, poorly, distracted by any little sound that was coming from the bathroom (the bathroom was right next to the room we were playing in). I couldn’t hear much, but I thought I heard a few whispered swears. My cock strained against my briefs and shorts as images of Kevin wetting himself swirled through my head. I got myself right to the edge just with thoughts of him losing control in there. When he finally came out, I moved to get a good look at his shorts. There was a big wet spot on his crotch, and splatters and a trail down his left leg. Kevin didn’t talk to me or look at me, he just grabbed a pair of clean basketball shorts and underwear and walked quickly back into the bathroom. Naturally, as soon as I saw his shorts, I felt my sstarted cumming, and it was a lot. My stomach muscles contracted and I bent over my keyboard involuntarily, grunting and moaning, and moving all over in the video game. It felt like I was letting out massive spurts of pee, each one lasting about a second, into my shorts. I felt it flowing down over my balls, some even coming out the front of my shorts. Once I’d finally finished, I looked down, and I was an even bigger mess than last time. The front of my pants and inside of my legs were soaked, and there was a glob of white cum the size of a quarter or two on top of the crotch of my pants. I panicked – it was obvious I’d cummed in my pants. I decided to sort of rub it into my shorts, or even just brush it away, to try to hide it. My heart started pounding when I noticed that my shorts were see-through now. That, combined with my soaking wet white underwear… Everything down there was pretty visible. I was still panicking about the fact that you could see my dick through my pants when Kevin came back into the room, having changed into pajamas. He looked down and embarrassed and wouldn’t look at me directly. “Dude,” he told me, still not looking at me, “you can’t tell anyone about that.” I didn’t respond, still kind of in shock. “Seriously,” he was obviously a bit down. Finally, he looked at me. “Please?” I looked up at him and got an idea. Something I'd hoped would make things less awkward between us. I put my hands in my pockets to hold my shorts away from my soaked and transparent underwear. “I won’t tell if you won’t,” I said. I figured that if we were both embarrassed... Then maybe he wouldn't think it was so bad? If I was really lucky, maybe it was even a little hot..? “What?” he looked confused as I said that, and then I stood up. When he saw my wet pants, a smirk slowly came across his face, and you could see it in his eyes that he felt a lot better. “Ohh,” he laughed, “Woooow.” He looked for a little while, laughing, and I let him look. After he started calming down, I moved to grab my spare change of clothes. “Get back to the game,” I laughed and told him, and shoved him away from the door to the bathroom. I entered and shut the door, and lucky for me, just as I did, I heard another friend come into the room. “What’re you two doing in here?” he asked, laughing. I sighed in relief that I didn’t get caught. Or at least, that I only got caught by Kevin. I quickly locked the door to the bathroom, and just as I did, my friend out there tried to open it. They teased us about what we were doing back here, why we weren’t playing the game, and so on. I was taking my time getting changed, mostly because I was exhausted after exploding like that. After I cleaned up, I folded my pants up so that you couldn’t see any of the wetness, and went outside. My other friends only teased me about what took so long, they didn’t try to get into my pants or anything, pun intended. So I just tossed them into my bag and got back to the game. I was definitely tired after that, and I know I didn’t play as well as I did before, but Kevin and I felt more comfortable with each other now as we chatted and played games for the rest of the night. Hopefully you all liked! Thanks if you made it this far!
  9. Hi, so I still feel fairly new to omo stuff and I haven’t got much experience other than a few things my partner has showed me. I was thinking of doing a hold at some point just during my day to day activities (maybe getting and outdoor accident). I was wondering if anyone had any tips for holds or any challenges I could do to make it harder? When I do one I’ll do a post in the live holds bit for it so ppl can suggest during too. Thank you 🙂
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    Decided to draw some Yaoi omorashi ^^ These ocs Starlight and Xage are boyfriends and are making out whilst holding in Thier urine Starlight had already lost control of his bladder and started pissing his pants whilst Xage tenderly watches as he leaks uncontrollably, his bladder about to follow along
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  12. So with everything that’s been going on, I haven’t been able to have an actual wetting in almost 2 weeks which sucks. To many people around to really enjoy anything Omo related. So I figure at least I can get relatively desperate over the next few days. Not looking to wet myself til Wednesday or Thursday but I’m not going to completely empty my bladder until then either. It’s currently 1:21 AM Tuesday morning right now and I’ll still be up for a bit if anyone wants to chat. Looking for someone to control my bladder as long as you recognize that I’m not trying to wet myself yet. Key word yet, 😜
  13. Once again, @Mycall's Omorashi challenge from Milovana. First pic shows my clean & dry panties
  14. Happy to announce that I have made an updated 2.0 version of the Omorashi Desperation Challenge. The original was surprisingly popular and it seemed like a good idea to bring a few fresh ideas into the mix. If anyone is curious there are a fair few posts on this site describing what happened when people attempted the original challenge. Changes include: Extra tasks Extra teasing New explicit tasks that can be unlocked in level 2 A few more options on where to pee when you finally let go Plays a bit more smoothly Punishment for cumming to soon in level 4 Bug fixes If anyone has any additional challenges or ideas that could be incorporated into the mix to make the game more fun, please feel free to add them to this thread or DM me. Happy wetting and enjoy. https://milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=58190
  15. This is a fantasy idea of mine I thought I'd try writing about. The idea is that it's a two-person (or more) holding game. Two minutes each, both are quite desperate. Clothing is optional or whatever you enjoy most, and removable too. Any gender/combination. Two minutes in turns: One person can tickle, touch, perform oral, press the other's bladder, have them spread their legs, toy with their clothes (or remove, all depending on comfort level) and otherwise try to prod the other person to leak until fully wetting. WHILE not holding themselves - full attention to trying to get the other to pee, not on grabbing or helping themselves hold. Then the other person gets their two-minute turn. Whatever they want to do. Like a game of Jenga - who will make the other pee first? Broadening it to more than two people would make it even more difficult; it doubles the time waiting one's turn while the other teases both, and so on. Could be a nice erotic fiction.
  16. View File Holding Contest NAKED WARNING was requested here: Submitter Karras Submitted 12/24/2023 Category JAV Collections  
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    After holding for 5 hours i decided to record the last minutes of desperation till i really couldn't hold it anymore. I always get excited after holding for a long time and i masturbated at the end. Its my second vid. If anyone have suggestions to do things better or doing it in a other way please tell me. I hope you like it xxx
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    I am making an attempt to hold for my master, accidental peeing, and do manage to find my phone and get to the shower but not by much. I explode piss right at the start and then empty while rambling (stoned/horny). God these are fun to make and share. Yawl the best!
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  19. Holding as long as i could View File After holding for 5 hours i decided to record the last minutes of desperation till i really couldn't hold it anymore. I always get excited after holding for a long time and i masturbated at the end. Its my second vid. If anyone have suggestions to do things better or doing it in a other way please tell me. I hope you like it xxx Submitter Wet Genius Submitted 12/21/2023 Category Male  
  20. Hello everyone! I'm back with another alternate perspective from existing stories on Omoorg (these are turning out to be surprisingly fun!). After reading @BartleyZumboza's story Tales from a Country Where Women don't Pee (Link below), I thought it would be interesting to create another perspective of another character that lives in this island nation as the premise of the original story was really interesting and I wanted to expand on it (With the author's endorsement, of course.)! In case you haven't read the original, I highly advise you do so as it has important context to this story, as I would almost consider this story like a "fan sequel". Also the original is super cool so you should read it anyway! I hope to collaborate more with Bartlet in the future! Without further ado! Here are More Tales from a Country where Women Don't Pee! Word Count: 5,801 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello everyone! I have been a long-time lurker on this site but have finally decided to come out of hiding. This is in part due to Kanu’s explanation and stories of our small island of the Kingdom of Jalabhumi. Seeing such a positive reaction to our small island nation inspired me to write about some of my own experiences of our small island nation and it’s intricacies. I will be forgoing my name as well as the names of my friends and family to protect our identities as, well, we are a small nation. I wouldn’t want to expose my fiancé or my friends and family members as it wouldn’t be the most difficult thing in the world to find out who we are and where we live (For example, Kanu, if you’re reading this, I know exactly what hotel you work at and your wife’s name has been dropped from time to time, as she is becoming a local celebrity, but I digress… :P). For those unaware, the people of our island practice a unique religion where our women act as our protectors against nature and invaders, by forgoing uses of the restroom to hold at their maximum capacities. Their service is to our goddess, Anakketta, helping her keep her liquids at bay by retaining as much of theirs. It’s a very spiritual and developed religion as it is one of great age. However, I admittedly am not very good at explaining it, Kanu does a much better job of doing so, so I will link his post here in case you haven’t read it already, which I highly recommend you do. Anyway, I’d like to open about some of my experiences. My mother and father were what you would call a typical Jalabhumese family: my mother the head of household and my father being the “paṇikkutira”, or workhorse, of the family. My mother worked as well, but only a few hours a week, compared to my father which I didn’t see or even hear from too often. A Jalabhumese family is obviously matriarchal, with the woman of the house controlling the finances and decisions, but my mother was strict and dominated the house. It seems like an exaggeration, but my father was on a tight leash. Onto the rest of my family, well… it’s safe to say I wasn’t the favorite. I had SEVEN older sisters, I was the last child, and the only male. It seems as sex forward as Jalabhumese society can be, I think my mother still preferred forgoing contraceptives. Seven sisters. In a female dominated society. You’d be correct to say I got more than my fair amount of teasing from my sisters, elder and younger. I’ve watched them all go through adolescence and practice Niranyu. They are all very capable women, with my eldest sister being the most impressive. She was taught directly from my mother, who is just as impressive. My other sisters weren’t taught nearly as strictly as my eldest sister was, but they are all capable of holding two days, maybe three before performing an Anakketta Chearccha. My sisters would haze me for being a male and not being able to perform to the standards they could set. This is common in Jalabhumi, sexism against men isn’t very common as it is mostly teasing and hazing by the women, but some young men have stepped forward claiming they’ve been feeling harassed and marginalized because of how women treat them. It’s a topic everyone has an opinion on, but I won’t get too political here. My sisters’ hazing did make me feel a little inadequate, admittedly, so I started practicing my own holding schedule right when I hit my teens, and I found the first few hours to be pretty easy, easier than I thought, actually. I was able to hold for an entire day rather comfortably, easily being able to go when getting up, making it through school, then the rest of the day, then relieving myself before going to sleep. I’ve even been able to make it to the morning after, albeit with considerable discomfort. At this rate I could challenge my sisters at their Niranyu. I wouldn’t necessarily participate in Niranyu; a man doing so has been considered somewhat taboo as it supposedly threatens the standing of women as our dominate figures. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t be able to for quite a few years. I was always considered one of the best students in our school system, got very good grades, and my father always saw potential in me. My mother was content with whatever I end up being, be it a service worker of even just a house-husband, not uncommon occupations in Jalabhumi. However, my father saw more in me, and somewhat against my mother’s wishes, he arranged a host family in the UK to house me as I studied in one of Britain’s top secondary schools. At 14, I was moving halfway across the world from the tiny island I called my home. I won’t go into too much detail here as obviously it is unrelated to Jalabhumi, but the TL; DR is that I completed my secondary schooling in the UK with honors, then moved onto college in Amsterdam where I earned a degree in Data Analytics. I became fluent in English and very easily could’ve stayed in Europe for the rest of my life. But I was homesick. I never revisited my family back in Jalabhumi, only exchanging video calls every week or so with my parents. I would rarely see my sisters as some of them had already moved out and gotten jobs on the island (the second oldest was the only one who left, becoming a resort manager in the Maldives). Needless to say, I missed my family, even my bothersome sisters. Perhaps because I had a point to prove to them. While staying in Europe, I continued to practice holding my bladder, not out of any need or desire, but just because I could. I dumbfounded myself with how natural holding came to me, and it was relatively easy to build up the strength to last another day, then a second, making it so I could easily hold for three days. My bladder didn’t so much as bulge from all this holding or liquid, as many Jalabhumi women are prone to do, to the point they look ready to give birth, but it made the area in my abdomen extremely hard and dense. I suppose my bladder doesn’t so much stretch as it does have strength for what it is. Anyway, I had lived in Europe for 6 years, gotten a good job at an international corporation, but couldn’t deny myself from my home country any longer. I missed the culture and the food (European food always seemed so bland and dry to that in Jalabhumi), and the weather especially. The UK and the Netherlands were certainly rainy and wet as Jalabhumi often is but adjusting to the frigid temperatures in the winter almost turned me into an icicle. I asked my work if it was possible to work from a tiny island in the Indian Ocean, and to my delight, they said that my services would be more than satisfactory working remotely. I told my family the wonderful news, and my parents were delighted, my mother in tears. I suppose she did love her son even though she never really showed it before. I said goodbye to the few friends I made in Europe, and basically sold the few belongings I had and moved back to my beloved Jalabhumi. My parents organized a big reunion with all my sisters to welcome me back. Everyone was happy to see me, hugs, gifts, and a lot of catching up to do. A couple of my sisters already had husbands, my oldest sister even expecting a child. However, she was still quick to harass me, much as she had in the past. She was skeptical that the “outside world” may have corrupted me, reminding me that as a man, I have a position in Jalabhumese society to service a wife, as opposed to the male-dominated society I had grown accustomed to. I’ll admit I got a bit annoyed. I started a bit of a heated debate with her which I probably shouldn’t have. Arguing with my sister is frustrating, as she always tries to divert the subject or come up with bullshit arguments. One of these diversions came up, when she realized she ran out of convincing arguments: “Whatever, [me]. I don’t have to take your word for a second. Especially a man unable to hold the burdens of Anakketta that a woman would.” She said smugly. I kind of lost it here. I told her that I am not the little boy she knew more than half a decade ago. I still had the blood of a Jalabhumi in me, my bladder is just as capable as any other. This outburst rocked the already awkwardly unsettled reunion. Breaking the gender gap and asserting that a man can hold as well as a woman can is unheard of in Jalabhumi; it was just common knowledge that they weren’t. But I was confident in my bladder’s abilities, and I had a massive point to prove to not only her, but my other sisters and my parents. My sister scoffed and said that the education in Europe had corrupted my mind of the superior gender dynamic in Jalabhumi. I called her out as saying she was scared. Honestly a bit of a bluff, but she was as competitive as anyone. And the gloves were off. My oldest sister officially challenged me, in front of my entire family, that she would be here tomorrow and participate in a test of our bladders. I confidently accepted; I even taunted her my claiming her pregnancy would make it an easy victory for me. She had no response but to sulk and return to her room, which her husband sheepishly and quietly followed behind. My mother chewed me out for being so aggressive and claimed to not go through such a challenge to avoid humiliating myself. I snapped at her saying that I again was not the boy I used to be, and I wouldn’t back down from the sister that always harassed me. My father pulled my mother back and gave her a nod to say that it would be best to settle our differences ourselves. The reunion ended then and there, everyone quietly returning to their rooms. I went back to my old room, which my mother converted into a place she sewed after I moved out, the sewing machine on my old desk, but my bed just as I remembered it. I laid in bed, physically and mentally preparing myself for the contest to prove myself and see my sister fail. Waking up the next morning was a bit surreal, being in the room I hadn’t been in since I was a child. The rush of nostalgia was complemented by my mother making breakfast. It was like going back in time. I crawled out of bed and into the dining room where my oldest sister was already eating, and notably had her legs crossed and bouncing. I admittedly hadn’t peed in almost two days so I was also feeling an early morning need but nothing I couldn’t manage. I said good morning, and my sister whipped her head around. I expected some kind of death glare or snarky comment, but to my surprise, she actually gave me an apology. She said she was just worried about how I would be after being away for so long and that she was defensive because she cared about me and didn’t want me to change into some misogynist while I was studying abroad. The TL; DR, she was just worried about me and paranoid that I would change. It was a nice heart-to-heart, even barely though I was barely awake. We made up, hugged it out, and I can truly say that despite her past teasing, my sister still cared about me. It was nice. But there was another thing. She made a very brief comment essentially calling off the contest we made in our anger yesterday, citing that “she didn’t want to put me through that.” I didn’t back down though. I jokingly said I wasn’t the younger brother she knew me as before and that I wouldn’t back down. She laughed, saying that even still, a man would never be capable of holding as much as a woman who was trained in Niranyu, slightly mockingly. She announced that even during her pregnancy, she would still only relieve herself at a minimum of once every two days. I mentioned it was more than two days since I had last relieved myself, and she was quite taken aback. The time didn’t exactly blow her out of the water, but I could tell her confidence had waned a bit at this notion. Finally, after a bit of bickering, she conceded: “Fine! If you want to be so adamant, we can have a friendly contest of strength after I complete my Anakketta Chearccha later today. Just don’t get too grumpy when you lose!” she said with a smug grin amidst fidgeting, crossed legs, even placing a hand on her lap. My mother could only smile as she heard our contest. It was not uncommon for my sisters to bicker about who had the best bladder, to which my mother saw as adequate “practice” for Niranyu in their adolescence. I suppose our little contest was a bit of a nostalgia trip for her as well. My eldest sister and I were the first ones up, my other sisters slowly trickled into the dining room after smelling my mother’s cooking. The husbands had left the night before to return to their roles in the house and for work. We told them about our contest, and they all seemed quite bewildered for being able to hold for two days. The third oldest even called my bluff saying I was lying. I let her feel my rock-hard abdomen for confirmation, which she conceded. The force of her palm certainly wasn’t welcome. After breakfast, my eldest sister was already considerably more fidgety and desperate, as were the rest of my sisters, as a matter of fact. As they all were meeting up for my return anyway, they organized their Niranyu services to be synchronized for Anakketta Chearccha. It is said that group AC’s are good practices to occasionally take part in within groups of family and friends. The Anakettapustakam scripture (I don’t recall which passage) states that these group AC’s are ways of testing Anakketta’s strength so she can hold back even stronger floods, as well as improve the willpower of the women performing them, as well as deepening the bond and friendship between them. Occasionally you will see a long line of women at one shrine when others are available, as it is said breaking the group into multiple shrines is bad luck for Anaketta. So, I sat with my sisters eating our delicious breakfast as they each showed varying degrees of desperation. My youngest sister who is still a year older than me has the smallest bladder of the seven sisters, and she was about ready to explode. Fidgeting in her seat, scissoring her legs, and making slight moans and groans between bites. Sitting next to me, it was quite annoying listening to her, as it didn’t make my situation any easier either. Looking down the line of my sisters, glancing at their abdomens they looked just about as pregnant as the eldest, who of course was actually pregnant. More fidgeting, crotch grabbing, you know, the works. As I grew to know each sister, they all seemed to have their own “style” of holding, it would seem, it’s very interesting. However, for the sake of being concise, I won’t get into the details… for now. After breakfast, the youngest seemed just about ready to burst, she begged the others if they could already commit their Anakketta Chearccha, and that she apologized for being so weak, blaming the drinks she had the night before, and that she would make it up for the next one. Rather begrudgingly, they all agreed, but I think they were all somewhat relieved that someone else asked first; they all seemed to be very clearly in a desperate state. As they were leaving to begin their short pilgrimage to the shrine, my eldest sister said that she would give me a slight head start by saying I should use the bathroom now, and that we would begin our contest when they came back (wouldn’t it be more of a handicap then, if I was going to relieve myself first?). I did relieve myself anyway when they left, and this is where I would like to get into the bathroom facilities of Jalabhumi, to which I’m surprised Kanu failed to mention in detail in his work. Running water and plumbing services were introduced to Jalabhumi around the same time the rest of the world did, our capital city even getting a state-of-the-art water system that some western cities would envy even today (thank our brilliant women engineers!). However, the concept of toilets in Jalabhumi was a very controversial issue some decades ago. Historically women would of course commit to their shrines and men would mostly relieve themselves wherever they pleased, but the issue of the… “other” need was relegated to outhouses and sanitation shacks. These structures were mostly shared between houses and very basic, only meant to service that “second need”. When Jalabhumi got our plumbing system, we forwent our waste services for more than a century, but when we started getting tourists and other nations declaring us a third-world country for lacking private amenities, it created some controversy. The government went back and forth on the issue, seeing it as a necessary quality of life for modern homes in Jalabhumi, but more radical politicians stating it will make women complacent by having a way to relieve themselves in their own homes without needing to visit a shrine, and thus weaken the strength of Anakketta. A solution was reached when a team of engineers designed a very special toilet: one specifically used for that second need, while making it impossible for women to relieve their normal burdens without making a huge mess on the floor. By using a much smaller seat, you could comfortably sit on it and do your “business” without being tempted to piss along with it (which still took a great deal of strength). Men could still easily pee standing up into the bowl (granted they have good aim), but it was nigh impossible for women to pee in the bowl cleanly without doing some insane acrobatics and contortions. Generally speaking, it still uses the honor system, but peeing in a toilet as a women is a one way ticket to being called a jaladhara, naturally. So yeah, history lesson over. I took a relaxing piss, taking well over a minute to complete, before heading back to my room to work on my laptop for a few things I needed to complete for work before my sisters get back. I took them the better part of two hours for them to come back, where they explained that another group of women were ahead of them, and my eldest sister, stubborn as she is, refused to commute to a different shrine, because the priestess at this shrine was a close friend of her that she had not spoken to for some time. Needless to say, you can imagine the state of my sisters with huge, bulging bladders, double crossing their legs, hopping from foot to foot, yet maintaining their composure as best they can with small talk with the other group. Before you ask why I didn’t tag along, it is generally frowned upon for a man to attend an Anakketta Chearccha if they aren’t their husband or lover, even if it’s family. Nevertheless, my sisters looked a lot less bloated and a lot more relieved come their return. This is when my sister declared our contest official, cementing it by downing an entire glass of fruit juice high in diuretics, and urged I do the same, which I did. We cheered to a friendly competition between family, but we went along our regular days, checking in on one another to tease and such. The first day was naturally rather uneventful. We both matched our drinking levels, both of us attempting to one up the other. By the time I went to bed that night, I was quite full, not in the bladder, but in my stomach from all the liquids we drank. Sleeping it off was easy. Waking up the next morning was not much different, greeted my sister the same, and I made my own breakfast since our mother was out doing community work maintaining a local shrine. The only main difference was that my sister and I drank perhaps three times we normally would, but we didn’t overdo it. She then surprised me suggesting we go into town and scour the local market for fresh fruits for dinner. She also hinted that it would be a fun challenge for me. Seeing squirmy and bulging women in public in Jalabhumi was far from an uncommon sight, so much so it’s almost expected, so some desperation is only natural. Seeing a man squirm, tug on his crotch, and stagger his walk would raise a few eyebrows. Some conservative citizens would even cringe in disgust as they see it as an “attack” on the culture of Jalabhumi. I think that was my sister’s intention. I admittedly did have a bit of a nag in my bladder, all the juices were finally making its way through me. Maintaining my composure wasn’t too difficult out on the town, even after my sister offloaded heavy bags of fruit and vegetables. I concede that when we got back from our shopping, I did have a bit of an err in my step, almost like a limp. I was hardly desperate, but sometimes I would get a bit of a pang from my abdomen alerting me to consider using the bathroom. My sister exhibited little example of the sort. I was beginning to get a bit concerned whether I would eat my words, but luckily, I got a bit of a confidence boost while dinner was being prepared. My father was staying late at his manual labor job, so my mother and sister made something like that of curry with the juicy fruits we bought today. I was relegated to the living room (or at least our equivalent of a living room in Jalabhumi), as I was as useless in the kitchen as a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest. I mostly browsed the internet on my laptop, and I suppose my sister didn’t think I was paying attention, because their signs of desperation were profound. They swung their hips back and forth, crossed their legs, hopped from foot to foot, pretty much someone on the verge of having an accident. I also noticed her whisper something to my mother next to her. I’m no expert at lip-reading but if I had to guess, it was something along the lines of: “How is he holding it so long? He should have pissed a long time ago!”. My mother’s shrug in response seems to support this theory. It gave me the confidence to keep going, even when my abdomen became solid to the touch, and I occasionally had to shift how I sat to keep myself distracted. Dinner came and went and the fruits we bought were certainly beginning to have an effect. Jalabhumi has some fruits that are solely native to the island, and we hardly ever export them as we only produce enough to sustain ourselves on such a small, remote island. These fruits are incredibly juicy and flavorful but have some of the highest diuretic properties of anything that you can consume, much more that you would find in a normal pharmacy, that’s for sure. Jalabhumese men and women have almost built what you would call a tolerance for the effects of the fruits, but they are still extremely profound. An average Jalabhumese women probably would be able to go an extra day or more if given a normal diet of crop from the continents. I can’t say the same for tourists, however, it’s not uncommon for a tourist to finish a meal then rush straight to a restroom ready to piss themselves. The curry was having an effect on me, going to bed after dinner I was able to grip my penis and hold myself to my heart’s content without the eyes of my sister, but it made falling asleep difficult. However, I could take solace in the fact that my sister ate perhaps twice as much as I did without thinking, as she was eating for two after all, and two would also be making fluids for the bladder of one. Waking up the next morning was interesting. My dreams were filled with nothing but scenes of raging waterfalls and torrential rains. It was almost as if it was a flood not even Anaketta could contain. Luckily, I woke up dry, I thanked myself for the training and my bladder not failing me. I walked into the dining room to see my sister all by herself. Her hands gripping her legs, her foot tapping rapidly, and her left leg fiercely crossed over her right. Her expression was one that can only be described as truly desperate. I said good morning, and she frantically replied the same. I could tell things were getting interesting, but I admit I was starting to cut it close, nearing 72 hours of non-stop holding. I knew my limit wasn’t far off, but my sister’s wasn’t either. I asked her where everyone was, noting the emptiness of the house. She replied that everyone but her went to perform another Anaketta Chearccha, with my dad going to work. I sat next to her, I wasn’t particularly hungry considering how full I was, and I mostly wanted to just stay still to avoid an accident. It sounds weird, but at this point my sister was a sight to behold. Along with her pregnant figure, her abdomen was still very prominent below it, signifying a large bladder bulge, no doubt her baby resting and squeezing it from above. She looked the most desperate I had ever seen her, and I must admit I was almost proud of the fact. Bringing my sister to this state was an accomplishment for both of us, but I certainly wasn’t going to quit now. Hours crawled by, each minute bringing more strain than the next. I tried my best to distract myself with movies and videos on my laptop, but it was incredibly difficult to stay still in any meaningful capacity. I wouldn’t say I was “pee dancing” by this point, but to say I wasn’t aggressively fidgeting would be a blatant lie. My sister was similar, but looked far more frantic. She didn’t wish to preserve her self-image anymore; she clutched her crotch around her curvaceous bulge and constantly scissored and gripped her legs tightly together. She was hardly subtle about observing my condition either, constantly fixating her eyes on my and my abdomen, looking for a bulge or a leak, anything to give her hope. My confidence grew, but I knew that nothing is over until it’s over. And then, as if on cue, a faint rumble of thunder could be heard above us, followed by a louder rumble, then an even louder crack. A sprinkle of rain began hitting the window, which quickly grew into a massive downpour in no less than a minute. Jalabhumi’s weather on full display. This worked to my advantage. I’m not one to easily falter to the sound of rain or waterfalls or dripping faucets. They more so serve as a “reminder” of needing to pee rather than amplifying the need. My sister wasn’t in the same boat. As the onslaught of water berated the house, her expression showed the clenching of teeth and grimaces of strain. She audibly swore under her breath, pleading to herself to just hang on a little bit longer, that she would win if she just kept holding. I was starting to feel bad for her. Maybe I should just concede? I wouldn’t want her to hurt herself or her baby, as she was clearing going beyond her limit. I gave her another 15 minutes of intense strain, and I couldn’t suppress my guilt any longer. My sister looked like an absolute wreck. Her face was pale with her brow drenched in sweat, her abdomen looking so swollen her shirt could not contain it, hunched over, her legs crossed so tightly it risked popping a blood vessel. I decided that there were no winners in this contest, and that I had to be the bigger man. “Right.” I spoke up. “This is over. I had enough of this.” I began to stand up slowly, the action creating a great toll on my bladder as I could feel urine already start to enter my urethra. My sister could barely speak. “H-h-huh?...” She spoke softly. “W-what do you mean?...” I gave no response other than to walk to the sliding door of our living room, where upon opening it I was faced with the oppressive downpour created by Talikkuka. My bladder protesting fiercely but knowing relief was near, it nearly began the process of emptying itself then and there. It took nearly all I had to stem it off, just for a few more seconds. That was all I needed. I undid my pants, whipped out my penis, and immediately pissed a downpour strong enough to contest the rain beating on my body. To say the relief was heavenly was an understatement. The stream was the strongest I could possibly produce, but the process of emptying my titanium-steel bladder took it’s time, and the relief was slow to escalate, but it was absolutely amazing. The stream even started to make a divet in the dirt, but I could hardly care about the landscaping at this point. Pissing so much, so freely, in the rain, it was like out of a movie or fanfiction, it didn’t even seem real. From about 5 minutes since the beginning of my piss, it eventually started to taper off, my bladder finally emptying, and myself in complete ecstasy. I just barely noticed the hiss of a second stream next to me, and to my surprise, found my sister denying her duties as a servant of Anaketta, squat down with her pants around her ankles peeing into the grass as freely as I was, her stream contesting mine. She let out an audible moan that sounded more like an orgasm. You could see her abdomen shrink ever so slightly over time, almost as if her bladder took up more room than her baby. She prayed through her moaning, begging Anaketta for her forgiveness but also thanking her for her desperately needed relief. I was about done by this point, and wanted to give her some privacy, well, as much as I could. I shook off (as guys do when they finish), went back inside and started drying myself off from the rain with a towel. My sister went inside shortly after, looking beyond relieved and much healthier, her color returning to her face much more relaxed, only drenched, and the only semblance of a bulge being that of her offspring. “I guess you won huh?” I asked her jokingly. She didn’t respond at first. I took it as her being ashamed of pissing outside her duties, so I decided to keep quiet. But the next thing I knew was being hugged tightly by her. “Thank you… Thank you so much…” She muttered with tearful eyes. I’m glad I took the initiative to end our silly contest. I knew my sister was not one to lose easily or bring shame upon herself, even if it could kill her. She probably knew this as well, but was against herself with coming up with the courage to actually piss when she was well past her limit. I perhaps saved her from more than I know. I hugged her tightly. “You’re welcome.” It was a heartfelt moment I’ve never felt with any of my sisters. It brought us closer together than ever before, and it made me appreciate my family as a whole. The two of us relaxed, and talked much more freely like siblings, putting the contest behind us. The rest of the family showed up about an hour later, and noting our relaxed expressions, knew that the contest was over. My sisters immediately asked us who won. My sister looked at me, and said she did, but it was really close. I agreed. My sisters were joyed that one of their own won, but still were beyond impressed by my sister’s account, citing that I had the biggest bladder of any man on Jalabhumi, a nice title, to be sure. I never brought up my sister peeing in the backyard. To the rest of my family, she managed to reach a shrine well after I had already relieved myself, and that’s the story that appears to be true in my family’s eyes. But she knew the truth, and we came to a mutual respect between the two of us. We ate dinner as a family, being once again welcomed home by my family with much less tension and can truthfully say that I appreciated them much more after the contest than before. But life moves on. My sisters went back to their lives and homes, and I decided to follow through living on Jalabhumi but separate from my parents. I found a nice home on the outskirts of Anakkettapuram, with a strong internet connection to work and even play games and chat online with my friends. This is where I met my fiancé, who I’ll get into detail the next time I write. She is a very interesting character I’d like you all to meet, and I’m proud to call her my future wife. Until then, I hoped you enjoyed my own little excerpt of my small home nation and its intricacies! If you have any questions, I’ll do my best to answer them in my next post! And of course, I’d like to thank Kanu for the wonderful inspiration of exposing our island to you wonderful people. Until then! Talkkālaṁ viṭa!
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