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  1. Hello folks. Newbie here from India. Happy to be part of this kink/community. Hope to have fun here
  2. Hi once again everyone. Just wanted to bring this scene from Bollywood to the attention of the community, especially the Indian enthusiasts. Its called Zanjeer, and was released in 2013 ( not Amitabh Bachchan's one from 1971) In it, there's a scene in the relative beginning of the film, of Priyanka Chopra, having drank copious amounts of alcohol at a wedding, desperate to pee in the taxi ride home. (Sorry, this thing cut half way through typing :P) Anyway, please check it out: And I can't stress enough how deeply appreciated it would be if other Indian community members posted here with other desperation scenes ( omorashi or laxative) from Bollywood. Thanks everyone
  3. Disclaimer: This is not my story or my film. This is based on a short film available on You Tube. I haven't posted the link or the name here, as I don't want them to get the video taken down. I've just created a story out of the film. I do NOT approve of the film or the abduction of women. I really don't want to get penalized for this post, so if there are any problems, please contact me and I'll take it down. I thought I'd share this because it's some of the best Indian content I've seen in years. Hope you enjoy it. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Sukanya Reddy gasped with desperation. She had been tied to a chair in this dark unlit dungeon for what seemed like days. Her stomach grumbled incessantly at the brutal lack of toilet breaks provided. Sukanya was on the verge of tears. She had to go, and she had absolutely no idea what was going on. Her kidnappers had provided her with no information whatsoever. She had told them that she was the daughter of MLA Reddy in an attempt to scare them. However, they just laughed. Sukanya had never been so frightened. None of the kidnappers touched her inappropriately or made any passes at her. They fed her well.... almost too well. In her first hour there, they had fed her a plate of upma at gunpoint. Despite initially refusing, when they pulled a gun on her, she relented and allowed them to feed her the upma. A few hours later they brought a large cup of steaming hot chai. Sukanya could tell from the smell that it was from Charminar, her favorite place. Her kidnappers ordered her to drink it, and she had no choice but to relent and sip the chai till it was done. Through the hours that followed, Sukanya's captors fed her a large plate of chicken biriyani. As all of the meals were well spaced out, eating the food was no difficulty on Sukanya's part. Not having a place to relieve herself was. More snacks followed: A plate of chats, orange juice, rotis, and ice cream. Almost another day passed, and Sukanya remained tied up on the chair. Her stomach protested violently. She felt it gurgling as the growing pressure in her bowels found no escape route. She groaned and squirmed in her seat, determined not to soil her jeans in front of her captors. When her kidnappers came next Sukanya shouted, "My belly is bursting! Please! Let me use the bathroom." The kidnappers said nothing. They gave her a small white tablet. When Sukanya (obviously) refused to take it, they told her that if she just swallowed the pill they'd release her. Sukanya, with no choice left, swallowed the pill and tensed her bowels as the kidnapper untied her. Unfortunately, rather than leading her to the nearest bathroom, they loaded her into a car and drove into the heart of the city. In the middle of the commercial city, the car pulled over. Sukanya was dropped off and her captors sped away. Just like that, it was done. She was free. However, freedom was the last thing on Sukanya's mind. She needed to find a toilet. And now. Already she could feel her bowels striving to spew out the remains of the meals of the past few days. Her pressure was rapidly increasing - a fact that she attributed to the mysterious pill she'd been given. Sukanya raced from shop to shop, only to be turned away. There seemed to be not toilets at all! Finally, Sukanya approached a woman in a sari at a bus stop. With a grimace on her face, she asked where the nearest bathroom was. The lady told her that is was at least 10 km away. Sukanya gasped! With the effects of that pill growing stronger by the minute, there's no way she could wait till then. A sudden wave of pressure caught Sukanya off guard and she had to cross her legs to keep the tidal wave of liquid shit held back. The sari clad woman at the bus stop eyed her oddly, but Sukanya turned around and walked off. Running into a restaurant, she dashed to the toilet, only to find it locked. Sukanya ran, fighting the pressure that beset her at every step. After a minute of runnning, she found herself on a quiet road, surrounded by forests. There didn't seem to be anyone around. Sukanya dashed behind the nearest tree, and began to undo her jeans. No sooner had she got her jeans and her pink panties out of the way, a small gush of shit gushed out of her shapely brown ass, splattering the dry and crunchy brown leaves. Less than a millisecond later, a man walked up behind the tree, catching Sukanya literally with her pants down. She instantly yanked both her jeans and her underwear back up over her unwashed buttocks and her sweaty groin, and ran away, in search of a bathroom. Sukanya ran as she began to weep. She could feel a wet damp patch of a disgusting nature in the back of her panties. She could feel her sphincter failing with each step. She could feel that this was the beginning of the end. She entered a residential neighbourhood at the end of her rope. Seeing an empty car, she dashed behind it and attempted to pull down her jeans. No sooner had she fallen into a squat though, the engine revved and the car ran off. Sukanya yanked her jeans back up and wept, as she felt her panties grow ever more soiled. She fell to the ground and wept. At that point, a little girl came running up to Sukanya, a phone in her outstretched hand. Sukanya took the phone and heard the voice of her kidnappers. They gave her directions to a washroom nearby. Sukanya followed the directions and dashed into the specified house. Ignoring the kidnappers who sat in the living room, Sukanya ran straight for the bathroom, opening the door and slamming it shut behind her. She tore down her jeans and her soiled panties, sitting on the toilet a split second before a tsunami burst out of her shapely brown ass, splattering the toilet beneath her. As a river of shit poured out of her, Sukanya breathe deeply and inspected her panties. Ruined. Completely. They were soiled beyond repair. She gingerly slid her shapely brown legs out of them and left them in a small cupboard behind the toilet. At least this way she had something the police could indite these criminals for. As her bowels finished emptying themselves, she washed herself with the spray, stood up, cleaned her jeans the best she could, flushed the over-used toilet (easier said than done) and emerged angrily to confront her kidnappers. She (Telegu Short Film).mp4
  4. Gothes

    BENGALI

    From the album: Ethnic Bladders

    The pressure was to much for this BENGALI woman. Location: Bangladesh, West Bengal (India)
  5. The scene shows the actress entering the house, throwing her purse, and sitting on the toilet.
  6. I have drawn up some more of Takshak Khan to bolster the count of omo featuring subcontinentals. Here, Tak demonstrates to the audience the result of excessive Fanta consumption.
  7. I saw this in a Malayalam short movie. Peeing at 19:57
  8. Reasons she couldn’t go: Locked door Ishami stepped out her Audi with an air of authority about her. As personnel manager she was used to being obeyed and took control easily. Smart, professional, focussed and pig minded she was equally hated and respected by those she worked with. She walking into the unfamiliar building as if she owned it, creating a presence wherever she went. Ishami coughed impatiently at the young receptionist as she ended a call. ‘Hi, can I help you?’ ‘About time! Yes you CAN help me by letting me through right now! Don’t you know who I am?’ ‘Sorry mam! Do you have your lanyard ID please?’ ‘Oh for goodness sake! Here!’ Isami did at least call back a brief thanks as she pushed open the door and followed the signs for boardroom 1. The hallway was broad and long but Ishami was single minded and pushed down the handle of boardroom 1 and walked in confidently, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She set to work right away setting up her laptop and connecting it to the projector on the table, using the internal phone to book refreshments and jugs of iced water and running through her slides to make sure everything was perfect. Before long the rest of her colleagues arrived, chatting, shaking hands and greeting each other. Ishami had already poured herself a large iced water and had drank half of it before the others arrived and now set about pouring herself some juice as she opened a window slightly to let in some cool air. Ishami called everyone to sit down and started the meeting by welcoming everyone and explaining the agenda which had been sent by email previously and was unfortunately longer than hoped as others had added important discussion points in that last few days. Ever the thorough and strong leader Ishami had allowed the amendments and intended to make everything clear before the meeting ended. She went through the fire arrangements and added that since the room was only booked for three hours and they had a lot to get through that unfortunately there would be no official break but that people could slip out in an emergency. As chair Ishami opened the meeting and preceded to work through every point in the agenda presenting slides, allowing presentations from others and issuing hand out when necessary, all the time sipping water and juice to keep her voice from drying out. Charismatic, enthusiastic and strict Ishami found leading and presenting natural though she did have a tendency to talk more than perhaps necessary. Water, juice and small cakes were consumed freely as everyone paid attention dutifully to both Ishami and anyone else speaking. It wasn’t until over an hour and a half into the meeting that anyone dared slip out and the look from Ishami said it all. Whilst she had verbally said it was ok to do so her mannerism and control very much hinted that it was shunned, thought by two hours in another two had briefly slipped out too and quietly came back in without disturbing the flow. Ishami drew a look of disgust at the latest person to leave though this time with more than a hint of jealousy as she would happily have slipped out herself had it been possible. She looked at the three glasses now empty in front of her and tapped her foot under the large table. Another colleague was giving a regional update and Ishami crossed her ankles under her large chair at the head of the table and tapped her toes on the floor. She longed to cross her legs but with a tight suit dress on and thin flesh tights this wasn’t practical or possible so she did what she could to help her body hold what was an ever growing amount of liquid in her bladder. The last hour of the board meeting dragged in for Ishami who regretted not finding or using the toilets before starting the meeting. She’d been too focussed on getting everything set up perfectly she hadn’t even thought to ask the receptionist where they were though she vaguely recalled perhaps seeing some on the long hallway. Ishami tried drawing the long meeting to a close as her body fought inside her, her fitted dress feeling tight and her vagina wet and throbbing. The only outward sign of her need though being a slight restlessness in her seat and the tapping of her shoes on the floor. ‘And finally any other business?’ Ishami breathed a sigh of relief when after a minutes silence it appeared that nothing more needed discussed and so she summarised the outline of the meeting and assured everyone that minutes would be with them within the week and that she would subsequently be checking on all points raised and actions required. She dismissed the meeting hoping all those in attendance would leave quickly so she could find a ladies. Determined to remain professional she unplugged her laptop from the projector, tidied away her notes and closed and put away her computer. All the while her body pushing, yearning and pleading to be released from the burden of her over full bladder which ached for relief. Normally Ishami hated leaving a board meeting first but today her colleagues were lingering and chatting more than she could bear so she made her apologies and excuses and headed with her bag to find the toilets urgently. Knowing most, if not all, of those in the meeting had used them during the long three hours she had chaired the meeting she assumed they had to be nearby. She scanned every room as her body fought to hold back the flood inside her, taking fast but cautious steps and moving continuously. Finally she found the toilet and pushed the door. Locked. She tried again. Nothing. Then she noticed a fob on the door. Damn it needed a code! She moved from foot to foot on the carpet furiously as her urethra threatened to burst. Just then two colleagues from the meeting came down chatting and laughing. Ishami longed to ask them where they had used the toilet and if they knew the code but felt far too embarrassed having had a go at both during the meeting earlier. She pretended to talk on her phone as they walked past as she continued to pad from foot to foot and squeeze her thighs tightly. The tingling was so strong Ishami longed to hold herself as she bent slightly forward as another urgent wave hit. Then another delegate from the meeting walked towards her, someone Ishami respected and who had a similar work ethic to herself. Ishami bit her lip, feeling her face redden with embarrassment as she quietly mustered the courage to talk to Marcella as she past. ‘Emmm. Marcella, you ummmm don’t happen to know the code for the toilet do you? I noticed you slip out earlier and I was emmm...just wondering?’ ‘Oh wait a minute. I put it somewhere when the receptionist gave me it when I signed in. Did she not give you it too?’ Ishami thought back to how rude she had been to the receptionist and her anger at not being given the toilet code made her frustrated and flustered. ‘Emmm I can’t recall it. If you have it handy that would be great.’ Marcella rummaged through her bag as Ishami tried valiantly to hide how badly she needed to urinate. She had an image to keep up, a professional demeanour, a stance that couldn’t be harmed. Yet the pressure between her legs was now relentless as she pulled one foot over the other and bent forward a little. ‘Sorry Ishami I seem to have lost it. I’m sure reception will let you have it though?’ Marcella walked on leaving Ishami standing outside the locked door sweating. Ishami power walked behind Marcella clenching her teeth and tightening her kegal muscles as much as she possibly could. As she pushed the swing door that lead to reception Ishami could hear the young receptionist once again on the phone. This time she felt it wrong and unfair to interrupt her despite being minutes from peeing herself. The receptionist looked up at Ishami with caution in her eyes but continued talking. Ishami curled her toes in her high heels shoes and shifted from foot to foot, sweating and anxious. The receptionist held two fingers up to signal she would be with Ishami in two minutes as the professional Indian lady paced and looked around frantically for a ladies. Tears formed at the back of Ishami’s eyes as still the receptionist continued her phone call. She took a step nearer the counter and placed a hand on it leaning against it as she tensed every muscle possible. The pressure was now unbearable as a dribble leaked into her lace trim knickers. In absolute desperation Ishami rummaged in her bag for paper and pen and scribbled a note. ‘Do you have the code for the bathroom please. It’s urgent!’ The receptionist looked at the note and smiled sarcastically at Ishami who by now could not even stand still such was her need. After what felt like an eternity she was finally handed a card with the code and Ishami rushed through the swing doors and along the corridor to the toilet as more and more colleagues headed the opposite direction. ‘Did you forget something Ishami?’ But Ishama couldn’t answer. She could hardly dare breathe as she felt more wetness in her knickers as her body could hold back no longer. As she stood outside the bathroom, colleagues looking on in wonder and her hand sweating trying to key in the code a loud whoosh caught the attention of everyone in the corridor as urine gushed down Ishami’s leg soaking her fitted dress, thin flesh tights and splashing in her high heeled shoes. With eyes glued on her Ishami pushed the door open and stood inside leaning back on the closed door frozen in embarrassment as shame. Smart, professional, focussed and pig minded she may be but here she was absolutely drenched in her own warm urine all because she could go to the toilet due to a locked door.
  9. From the album: Peafowl's OC's

    Remember to use the bathroom before going to bed!
  10. Hey everyone! My latest Amazon Omorashi story is up and I hope you all really enjoy it. I've attached a link to the full story below, I hope you all enjoy this short extract: 🙂 SUMMARY: Anika: A bride-to-be in a lavish Indian wedding; spread over three days, finds herself growing more and more desperate for the bathroom as she is constantly denied relief. Can she hold on for long enough or will she disgrace herself on her happiest day? A WOMAN OF GRACE And so, our long journey began. Anika loosened the strings around her gown, loudly moaning in relief as some tension came away from her stomach; blushing as she did so. She cradled her full bladder, stroking it gently to try and ease the pain and I played Indian-pop music to block out the sound of the rain from her ears. We talked and drove for two hours, as I did my best to distract Anika even as I saw her desperation; now clearly visible, worsening. Her thighs rubbed together tightly and often as the miles passed, her legs now firmly clamped shut and often shaking, bouncing or occasionally re-twisting around each other into odd positions; that would help Anika find the strength to continue holding on. Eventually; blushing bright red as she did so, her hands found their way between her legs, at first occasionally holding but by the time of the first hour mark, they were regularly grabbing and by the second, firmly placed between her legs; grabbing herself tightly. She moved around on her seat, squirming and fidgeting with each new burst of desperation; reminding me of times I’d been desperate on long car journeys with my parents as a child. I doubt Anika could relate to that, yet she was certainly experiencing that kind of frustration from being unable to stop for a break; yet holding more than you think you can, for long periods of time. “Oh this hurts so bad” she said; sometime into the second hour. “It hurts so fucking badly. I’d never had to piss so much”. The vulgarity of her language shocked me; I was so used to her sophisticated speech style, which highlighted just how desperate Anika had become. She was constantly wiggling, shaking; practically vibrating at times and I wondered whether she had hours left that she could hold for; or minutes. “Anika, how long have you been holding all this now?”. “Hmm, by this point, I think about… oooh, oh… that hurts. At least 70 hours”. “H-how Anika? Why didn’t you go before?”. “The first day and a half, I didn’t even need to, I usually go about once-every two days. The second evening, we were surrounded constantly and I didn’t want to excuse myself publically, so I thought I’d go when we got home but I fell asleep and this morning was so hectic; my sisters literally didn’t leave me alone for a second, constantly helping me to get ready. Each time Samiya got up to use the bathroom while the others kept me from going, I swear I wanted to slap every one of them”. I burst out laughing, which caused Anika to laugh at how grumpily frustrated she’d become; before she moaned in pain as the laughter caused her to double over. “Sorry” I said. “Still, how do you hold that much?”. “I’ve always been able to hold way more than normal. My mum’s the same and she showed me her techniques to last even stronger and every year, I’ve been able to hold more. When I was ten, I could go at least an entire day without relief. By sixteen, I could last almost two-days and for a couple of years now, I’ve usually been able to go two or three full days; sometimes more, if I drink or eat less. But I drank so much and I really wish I hadn’t right now”. Several more minutes passed and Anika’s desperation worsened rapidly. She was now regularly bouncing up and down, moaning regularly in pain from her mammoth bladder’s unbelievable strain and I knew she was absolutely bursting; her sphincter exhausted, her bladder just too unbearably full: Only her sheer willpower and iron-grip was keeping her in control now, along with her self-belief as she kept saying over and over: “I can make it”, “I can make it, I can make it”. A few more minutes passed. In just over three-quarters of an hour, we’d arrive. Within the hour, Anika could get the relief she so badly needed. I looked over to her and saw tears in her eyes, her body violently shaking; her chants having stopped. She looked up at me, fear, humiliation and despair in her eyes: “Baru… I don’t think I can make it”. https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0856VVJQ4/ref=sr_1_4?keywords=A+Woman+of+Grace&qid=1582808018&s=digital-text&sr=1-4
  11. More New Messing Clips! View File Just keeping the ball rolling is all. Found a bunch more new clips I wanted to share. Let me know what you think of them! Submitter cheese142 Submitted 10/15/2019 Category Female
  12. My first experience i ever witnessed was when I was in 7th. I and Suma were very good friends, what ever we did, we used to do it together. One day the 11th August 2007 turned to be very unfortunate for her, she was sitting in the end of the school ground was looking very uncomfortable. I went and sat beside her and asked her what is the matter, she said she had not went to the toilet at home and now she needs to pee urgently, her stomach was grumbling which meant she had to poop as well. We had a rule in our school that we are not supposed to enter into building before prayers, I asked her if we could go behind the parking area to have a squat their, that was when she said she need to poop as well. By the time we could take a decision to pee there bell rang for prayer. Suma stands exactly in front of me in the prayer line, as soon she came into line her urgency grew much extent, she started shaking her legs and stood cross legged. PT teacher came to the stage and announced stand - at - ease, withing a fraction of second she split her legs, a loud yet short lived fart escaped her and rivulets of urine started pouring down her legs, she could only stop her pee after 5-6 seconds. She did not leak any more urine for the next 3-4 minutes, but it was evident she was leaking as drops used to fall every now and then. The next part of the assembly came and it was Pledge. She raised a hand in a way to take the oath and other was sitting deep in between her legs. No sooner the drops she was leaking became stream and it was now fully out of her control, she kept peeing for next 40 - 50 seconds. Just as she finished her pee, poop started filling her panty as well. A teacher who looks after students in the prayer time noticed her accident and took her to the janitor's room and after that I never saw her again in my life.
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