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  1. I'm going to share my most desperate experience ever. This was almost 10 years ago, when I was about 19. One Friday, I figured it was a good day to do a measuring hold. I had the house to myself for the better part of the day, so it was the perfect time to do this. The premise was simple, hold it for absolutely as long as I possibly could, then pee into a large bottle and measure. Normally, when doing a hold I usually just held it until it was painful, then went, and by this time I could do this without much fuss. This time I intended to push myself to the point of wetting myself, except I would be prepared with a bottle when the time came. I planned this for a Friday, as I knew from prior experience that my bladder would go on strike for the next couple of days afterwards, especially pushing it as far as I intended to. I planned on wearing a Goodnite for this. Despite the fact that they were utterly worthless at holding my full bladder, I still liked the look of them, as I had for 4 years running now. After drinking a considerable amount of water over the course of an hour and a half, I went to the store to buy a new pack of Goodnites. Right before I got to the store, I was at a 5/10. Then suddenly it increased to a 7/10 and I had a very large spurt in my diaper before I could stop it. Intrigued, I thought there was no way all that water could have made me that desperate just yet. I figured I probably should have emptied myself before I started (my urges seem stronger the more concentrated my urine is), so when I got to the store, I went to the nice, private bathroom, let the rest out, and threw my used Goodnite away. I arrived back home with a new pack, and was at a 6/10 or so, so the water was now going through me. I put another diaper on, started working on my computer, mass organizing my files to keep myself busy, as I kept drinking to become fuller, until I had drunk roughly 50 ounces worth. Over the next half hour, I became increasingly desperate, held myself, squirmed around and crossed my legs, until finally I was at a 8/10 when I could no longer concentrate on my organization efforts half an hour later. I prepared my bottle, a 32 ounce Gatorade bottle, taking the cap off and putting it on the bathroom sink, but kept holding. I also set several thick towels on the floor from the door to the bathtub, just in case I was leaking when I went to measure in the bathtub. I was now holding myself occasionally, pacing, crossing my legs. I was desperate. I had to bend over a little to take some pressure off of my bladder. I could see my bladder protruding below my navel, and it was very painful. Risky though it was, in case my parents came home unexpectedly, I took off my pants, shirt, and underwear, and walked around just in a Goodnite. The pressure from their respective waist bands was just too much. In any case I would have wanted to remove them before measuring anyways, so as to not get pee all over them. My resolve wavering like it usually would at this point, I began to consider that this may be all that I could hope for, at a 9/10. So I took a picture of my bulging bladder with my crappy digital camera. Yes, that is actually a Girl's Goodnite. For some reason, I thought they worked better for things like this. After I took the picture, I looked at it real quick... the word 'picture' ran in my head... and suddenly an idea came to me. I turned on an episode of one of my favorite shows at the time, which was an hour long, commercials and all. I made myself a goal. I would hold it in, no matter what, until the end of this episode. One hour wasn’t unreasonable, I thought. It would also take my mind off my bladder. So I started watching, taking the remote and putting it up high on a shelf with a ladder, which I would no doubt be unable to carry back into the room near the end of the episode (this was recorded on a DVR... no need to fast forward it now...). So began my most desperate hour. I drank another 20 ounces of water or so (so about 2 liters worth over the course of about 3 hours by then), then I watched, in increasing pain and desperation. Over the course of the next 10 minutes, I held myself, danced and squirmed around, sat on my heel, sat on the corner of my desk, straddled the rim of the bathtub, etc. After those 10 minutes, nothing seemed to work to bring me relief, as I found the threshold for 10/10. I then tried to lay down on my back in bed and hold myself, but my own belly skin, starting to sweat from the effort, pressed down on my bladder and caused a great deal more pain. But I stayed like this for a few seconds, amazed at how far the bulge stuck out in my quite thin form. I wanted to take another picture, but I was shaking now, and I couldn't stop moving enough to get my finger on a shutter button or hold a camera, never mind a clear shot. I tried to lay on my side, but that just made my bladder visibly shift to that side and hurt just as badly. It looked like a water balloon being held by the neck. Laying on my belly was obviously out of the question, but desperate for relief I tried anyways... the pressure on my dick might have helped me hold it, if only that same dick wasn't now being compressed my bladder and the bed, pushing into my bladder, which hurt like hell far before I put more than a little weight on it, so I had to stop. So I moved to the very top of my bed, propped myself up with pillows, and tried to lay, half bent at the hips. This helped for a few minutes, as pee tried to run down my dick and I clamped down with all my strength and willpower and tried to watch the episode. After 5 minutes, even this position was too painful, so I got up and paced around, doubled over. I then sat on the edge of my chair and slouched back as my bladder settled down for a few minutes, and moved my legs up and down, and side to side randomly as I panted and whimpered, no longer able to watch the TV. I cradled and felt how full my bladder was, still moving my legs around as I could not stop even for an instant. I tried, and a little pee trickled out. I was easily as full as I had ever been. My bladder looked and felt like a small cantaloupe was protruding from my pelvis. Because of me being rather thin, it looked that much bigger in me, especially if I sucked what little gut I had inwards. That actually seemed to help relieve a bit the pressure, but I couldn't breathe if I kept doing that, lol. 25 minutes into the episode, my bladder was back to protesting the agony it was in, and began to spasm. I was now squirming non-stop, rocking back and forth, tilting forward as much as my bladder would allow. I was still moving my legs around, but I couldn't cross them, as that put too much pressure on my bladder, which was now in near agony. I grimaced and whimpered, and held myself with each spasm of my distended bladder. I was very firmly at a 9.5/10 now. Any slight drop of my guard or concentration would have me wetting myself right there. A minute later, and I could no longer sit, it put too much pressure on my bladder. The remaining time was the most desperate I've ever been in my entire life, before and after. In another 5 minutes, I was staggering around my room, clutching at myself with both hands, at my mattress with one hand, back to me, at my chair with one hand, back to me, leaning on my desk for support, back to me; I could not stop moving even if I tried, and every movement seemed to send more pee cascading down into my poor bladder. I let go with both hands to support my increasingly exhausted self, and immediately started to leak out despite my best efforts to hold it back, and this was with my bladder not in spasm at the time, so I had to grab my crotch again. This was definitely my limit when not using extraordinary methods to hold it back. It felt incredible to leak out like this. I was in agony, I was no longer in full control, but I was loving every minute of it. I kept moaning to myself "Oh God I have to pee." I was panicky, I could feel the adrenaline. My heart was hammering fast in my chest from the effort, as if I were in the middle of running a mile... just what I needed, more blood for my kidneys to filter the water out of. It almost felt like it was hammering in my bladder too. 35 minutes into the episode, and I felt like I was about to explode. 10.5/10. This pressure hurt almost as bad as when I jammed my middle finger trying to catch a basketball the wrong way. My pee would not stop running down my dick, and I had to put all of the pressure that I could, with whatever means necessary, on my crotch to keep the pee inside of me, and I wasn’t going to be successful for much longer. Every movement caused my bladder to shift what felt like 10 feet, when it was really a half an inch or less, as what felt like a bowling ball was suspended inside of me. I was wracked with unbearable pain in my bladder that made me moan and whimper. I couldn’t lay down, stand up straight, sit down upright, or cross my legs, or even hold myself properly because these all put too much pressure on my increasingly bulging bladder. Even straddling the edge of my bathtub somehow caused the bottom of my erect dick to press into the bottom of my bladder, making the pressure as unbearable as every other method I could think of. I couldn’t even breath very deeply because it caused more pain. "Oh, hurry the **** up and end so I can pee!", I moaned to the TV, while I leaked uncontrollably for a split second, as if it could do anything about it. Then I started to get near irresistible urges to bear down every time my bladder was in spasm. It was pain beyond anything I imagined would be possible during a hold. It was pain past endurance, as I moaned in agony and leaked out for a second as my sphincter released by itself, before I grabbed myself with both hands to stem the flow to a slight dribble. I struggled to resist the urges to push by breathing in and out shallowly and quickly, as my very distended bladder wouldn't let my lungs move down any further. I didn't like this. I felt if I bore down too hard, I would make myself explode, or hurt myself some other way. I breathed as if I were in labor... in fact this must be what it felt like to be in labor, I thought. I really, really wanted to make it to the end of the episode, but my body decided it simply had enough. It was now doing everything in its power, against my will, to force my pee out, and the sensations brought me to my knees. I kneeled at my bedside, my upper body resting on my mattress, as I held myself below the base of my penis in my crotch with both hands, trying to not let my forearms, the bed frame, or even so much as a speck of dust or a slight breeze touch my bulging bladder. I was uncontrollably rocking my hips from side to side, as I still could not stop moving, but I couldn't move my legs if I was knee-bound. My bladder was now in a continuous spasm, a completely rock solid mass extending two inches out and up to my navel. I kept trying to clamp back down with my sphincter, but every time I tried, it was met with uncontrollable urges to remain relaxed that I could not overpower, even with sheer force of will at the thought of wetting myself fully on my carpet. My willpower to withstand the pressure, and my concentration on holding myself, was failing. I was powerless to hold back two long spurts my Goodnite that saturated the front all the way to the edges during the next couple minutes. It was 45 minutes in, I was on the verge of completely wetting myself uncontrollably now. Still unable to get off my knees, I kept making grunting noises and gasping in agony, about to wet myself, and I decided this was the time to let it out and measure. Even though it was only 45 minutes into the episode, 15 measly minutes short of my goal, I could not bear it, nor hold it in, any longer. I shuffled, slowly, still on my knees, towards and onto the towel-laid bathroom floor just by my room. With every "step", I could feel my bladder moving, every jolt causing more pain and small leaks. Grabbing the bottle, I set it on the edge of the bathtub. My Goodnite was now quite wet from all the leaks. Then I felt a most peculiar pain just start to form above the right-hand side of my pelvis in my backside. I had been studying the biological aspect of Omorashi for some time now, and thought immediately what this had to mean: I was about to start backing up into my kidneys. This was it, this was my safe limit. I determined to my self long ago that, if I ever felt anything like this, and I was severely bursting to pee, I would stop holding, and go, no matter what. In public with no bathrooms, and no chance to get to one, I would have let go where I stood. Just as I climbed into the bathtub, I felt my poor, distended, agonized bladder expedite the process for me with an almighty spasm. In any case, that self-imposed limitation didn't matter anyways. I absolutely could not hold it for one minute more, and if I tried to delay, It would all end up in the wrong place. Continuously moaning and on the verge of leaking again despite twisting myself up like a pretzel, holding myself over a thick Goodnite to try to hold it long enough to get in a position to measure, it was driving me insane. I was exploding. I was actually about to wet myself uncontrollably, despite my best efforts, for the first time in memory. I managed to grab the Gatorade bottle with one hand as I got on my knees, tore down my Goodnite, and performed a complicated set of gymnastics to maneuver my fully erect dick, which now dripped continuously into the bathtub, into the opening, Not at all an easy task, considering I could not stop moving in desperation, and my bladder wouldn't let me bend too far in any direction at the same time. I got it, just as I couldn't hold it back another second, and it came out by itself. Almost clear, very slightly straw-colored pee slowly but surely came out, and was about to moan in relief. Until I stopped peeing. I couldn’t quite figure out why until I heard air hissing from the bottle. I released the seal that I had inadvertently made with the tip of my erect penis, which had enabled the pressure in there to hold it back, and my stream burst forth. I peed for the longest time. Holding myself up in the very awkward position I was in was too hard, but after a minute, my bladder allowed me to bend in just the right way to be able to go in an easier position. I peed another two minutes, moaning, still unable to stop moving because I was still desperate, until my bladder released all that it could in its overstretched state, just under 2/3 of the bottle. I waited about 3 minutes for my bladder to contract back down and regain enough strength to push the rest out. It was actually somewhat difficult after a couple minutes. It regained that strength alright, as a minute later I quickly put my now more maneuverable dick back in the opening just in time as I let out another quick, uncontrolled explosion, feeling even greater relief as I uncontrollably bore down yet again. I was afraid I might overfill the bottle, but a few seconds mater I had felt I had emptied myself enough so that would not quite happen. I finished up, panting, waiting a few seconds, then letting go one last time and pushing what ever pee I could out into the bottle. The result was that I had filled a 32 ounce Gatorade bottle to just an inch and a half away from the top. I’d measured nearly a liter of pee. I had held considerably more until my first major leaks, if the puffy Goodnite bulging between my knees was taken into account. I was impressed with myself to say the least. My bladder was not. PS, by sheer luck, I was able to grab these images from another holding forum that I used to be a member of... only ever made three posts there, with nowhere near this kind of detail. That forum is now totally dead, had to find it via archive.org. I was too exhausted to get out of the bathtub immediately. I pulled on my wet Goodnite, and sat there, on my knees, resting with my arms on the edge of the bathtub, my breathing and pounding heartbeat slowly returning to normal. I remained there as I could hear the end credits rolling on the show I was watching. 5 minutes after the credits, my bladder, exhibiting "Post-hold volume reduction" once again, took matters into it's own hands and forced another full-force explosion of pee into my overfilled Goodnite, with it only catching a little bit before cascading out the bottom sides into the bathtub. So great was the relief that I orgasmed in the diaper with very little provocation afterwards. Feeling just rested enough, I stood up. I took the soaked, dripping diaper off, and carefully threw it in the trash. I proceeded to take a roughly 20 minute shower, uncontrollably wetting myself 15 minutes in after trying in vain to hold it back. After I got out, I proceeded to re-dress myself, but this time in a Depends taped brief, stuffed with another Goodnite, that I had set aside, not for the hold, but for the obvious protection I might need. I left it untaped for now. I cleaned everything up, took all of the garbages out, and afterwards sprinted back inside and just made it to the toilet 20 minutes later. I got into bed in utterly satisfied exhaustion, after having answered a call from my parents telling me they would be home in about 6 hours or so, my bladder quite irritated from the experience, but I didn't care. I set my alarm for 3 hours from then, in case they came home earlier than that, as I knew I would fall asleep from the glorious exhaustion I felt. I taped the brief up securely, then I started the episode up again to watch it properly, but fell asleep half way through... for about 15 minutes, until my bladder screamed at me to wake up because it was about a second away from exploding again. I didn't even have time to process what the hell was going on, or even to gasp, as I lost all control and exploded with even greater force into the new diaper for about a minute. Not even a vice grip could have stopped this full-blown bed-wetting. My pee was completely clear, hardly any smell at all, which I supposed was a good thing, since I could keep using the diaper. The relief overwhelmed me again, and I orgasmed again, before falling asleep yet again. I slept for a good hour this time. I'm not sure if I slept-wet, but I wouldn't have put it past my bladder to force the issue. By the time my alarm did go off, an hour and a half after I had already woken up, I had flooded myself a good three times before it felt like all of the water had run through me, and my diaper looked almost fit to burst. I massaged my still sore bladder as I went about my business, still wetting myself, but this time when I felt like it, as I was able to exert some more control. I wore Goodnites legitimately to bed the next few nights, afraid I would sleep wet in the presence of my family, but my bladder was kind enough to wake me well before it exploded, and I was able to walk urgently into the bathroom from then on during the next few days, only twice wetting myself like a small child in uncontrolled desperation when the bathroom was occupied for more than 5 minutes, until my bladder had mostly calmed down about 4 days later. Now, if you'll excuse me, all this reminiscing and typing has made me really need to pee.
  2. I remember so much about the first ever time I came across pee desperation. I ran my own business from home. I had been busy most of the day but once a week I had to send orders online to head office. I had a quick dinner where I drank two big glasses of juice and the headed to my home office to imput my order. I remember having some delay logging into the system and that I had a particularly large order of over £4K to type in which I knew would take over an hour and a half as each item had an individual code. The problem was I had a 10pm deadline as after this the system would no longer take my order. So I set about maticulously typing in each item and within tenth minutes I realised I really needed a bathroom break! My only bathroom was downstairs and I had such a tight deadline I was worried I would lose all my income by bit having my sales in on time so I sat and squirmed on my seat. I was in my early twenties and wearing a business suit and sitting on an office chair in my own house bursting to pee and not able to go. I squirmed and held myself and kept saying ‘god I need to pee so bad’ then ‘oh my goodness I am so desperate for them toilet.’ And so on. At one point I stood and did a pee dance while trying to get the sakes through on time! The other problem I had though was that my desperation was so intense I was so so desperate to orgasm and so incredibly turned on! The Moreno I stroked to hold the wetter my pants got with mucus! Finally I finished with just a few minutes to go and pressed send. However instead of running to the toilet I clicked on google and for the first time I typed in ‘so desperate to pee’ and for the first time in my life I found omarashi videos! I so wish I could find the one I found that day again. It was over 20 years ago though and I assume it has been deleted but it was the first time I had an orgasm to a video while being absolutely drying to pee and it was incredible! It was a man at his office desk and he called on a phone to ask if someone could cover him as he needed a break. The caller told him they would look for cover and call him back. The man started to squirm in his seat and even gave his dick a squeeze. After a few minutes he calls back as he continues to squirm badly. He walks to the door and finds it locked. Then he calls back saying it’s urgent and could his door be unlocked but is told to wait for a call back. He grabs his dock for all he is worth and runs to the the door to wait for it to be unlocked but then wets himself. Masterbating to that made me orgasm so much it was one of the best orgasms I ever had. Of course once I calmed down I had to put both hands inside my underwear as I started leaking all the way to the bathroom before unleashing a massive long pee that sent me to heaven again! So can you remeber the first time you found desperation online and what lead you to it? I would love to hear!
  3. About this - This story is a sequel to Uncomfortable Decisions. Give that a read if you haven't already! If you're short on time though, this story should make sense as a standalone. Even though it continues exactly where the previous one ended, I have kept the references to a minimum 🙂 ----------------------------------------------- While Mary was contemplating the pleasures of a long denied wee, her smart watch beeped to let her know Josh would be there to pick her up in 15minutes.Well, she certainly didn't want her boyfriend to enter that labyrinth of a parking lot. It would take them forever to get in and out in this Friday evening crowd. She had told him she'll meet him outside if she could. Dammit. She still had to get rid of her "coffee". She was cutting this close.Cursing silently she willed her flow to stop. She felt empty, but pee was still trickling out of her poor over tired bladder. After another 30s or so, she just cut it off and started wiping. As much as she wanted to finish this properly, she wanted to meet her boyfriend before he entered that lot and they were stuck forever. And, if she was honest, the thought of keeping a full bladder under control, again, was not unexciting. They were planning to stop for food soon anyway, she could finish up there. Or not. "We'll see how it goes", she murmured to herself while buttoning her jeans back, without any trouble this time. She hurriedly washed her hands and left to dispose her trash......Josh was hoping Mary wouldn't be waiting for him on the road. See, the thing is, when he was leaving office, the gents was closed for cleaning. He didn't really need to pee, not too bad anyway, so he left without bothering to wait. (I mean, since when do grown men queue outside toilets?)But now that he thought back to it, he hadn't peed since his lunch break. Which was at 1. And it was nearly 5 now; between his regular diet sodas, coffee and waters, he probably had about a litre and half of liquids sloshing inside him. He still wasn't desperate or anything, he could control his needs as long as he needed to, thank you very much. But a pee would have been damn nice. Like stretching to your full height after being cramped in an economy class flight seat for hours.He was hoping he could use the toilets in Mary's office or reception. In fact, he was positively looking forward to it. No, he didn't need to pee per se, he could wait until convenient, he was an adult with a large bladder capacity. But he really really would have liked to.Which is why he had to stifle a groan when he saw Mary standing beside the road, ready to go. He pressed his thighs together as he lent over to open the passenger door. Oh well, they would stop for food soon - that'll have to do. He wished he wasn't driving - keeping his thighs together and crossing his ankles felt nice. But he was a full grown adult - he wasn't a slave to his bladder. The situation was under control; they'll be in the cafe in no time at all. He'll be just fine. He kissed Mary hello and started driving while keeping his thighs as close together as possible. His bladder protested the further wait by pounding within his abdomen, but he refused to give in and ask Mary to drive. He was in control, not his bladder. As they fell in to an easy conversation, he managed to almost forget the building pressure against his pee-hole. ---------------------------------------------- Author's Note - I know this chapter is short, and contains no desperation. It'll get better, I promise 🙂 But I wanted to put something out there - it is too easy to procrastinate with writing unless I have something out here, and getting feedback ...
  4. Mary wants to run. Badly. But in her current state, waddling is the best she can manage. With thighs pressed really close together.The 5-feet tall, petite brunette's spinchter is giving up. The pressure's been relentless for the past hour or so. But she'll be damned if she wets her pants in office. She'll never live it down. She has to reach the restroom - it's just around the corner!At the thought of a restroom her bladder spasms. For a minute she forgets her shame and jams both her hands against her crotch, doubling over with the pain. Mary has never had to pee this badly in her life. Her last pee was before she started for that stupid lunch meeting with her client. That was around 10:30. And it is nearly 4:30 now. 6 hours. A couple glasses of wine, a few cups of coffee and some bottles of water later, her body is losing the battle. But she refuses to give up. She's wearing her favorite blue denims today - no way she's ruining it. Though the body hugging jeans are doing her bladder no favors right now. She's so close! With a Herculean effort she manages to regain some semblance of control. Thank goodness she's not wearing her high heels today - the practical black wedges at least makes waddling towards the rest room easier. Praying for an empty bathroom, she continues her tortured walk towards the relief which has proven so elusive today.----Like the cautious girl she is, she had emptied her bladder before leaving for the lunch. It is an hour's drive to the client's office in late morning traffic, and though she hardly felt any need, she wasn't going to risk it. She left early, at 10;30. It was a good thing she did - there was a pile up enroute, delaying her quite a bit. By the time she reached, her couple of large morning coffees had started hitting her bladder, and she would have used the restroom out of an abundance of caution (always her mantra) if she had a chance. But Keith was already waiting in the lobby and immediately drew her in to a discussion about the latest ad-designs she had provided for their next marketing campaign. She didn't want to interrupt the discussion with a break-request (what with her being late and all), so she allowed Keith to guide her towards his car and drive them to the restaurant where the rest of the marketing team was waiting. Her need to pee wasn't urgent or anything anyway. She could take care of it at the restaurant.The meal went great. There were lots of useful feedback for Mary, and she finally felt she understood what the clients needed (they all know what they want, the trick is figuring out what they actually need, ain't it?). Her bosses would be pleased. She was so engrossed in conversations, that she didn't even remember her urge to pee. The fact that nobody else excused themselves from the table would have made it difficult for the rather shy woman to do so anyway - so that was probably for the best. In fact, her bladder didn't trouble her at all till she was back in her car.As soon as she pulled out of the parking lot, the two glasses of wine and the bottle of water she had consumed at lunch hit her. Her need to pee had increased to a 5/10. Under normal circumstances she would definitely have taken a leak. But it was too embarrassing to go back in, asking for a toilet. A 28-year old woman ought to be able to control her urges for an hour, no? So she started driving back, bravely (and as it turned out, pretty foolishly).----Her urges increased consistently during the drive, and though the roads were clear this time, the drive back was pretty uncomfortable. As she entered the parking garage, she calculated it was now 4hrs since her last pee. Even under normal circumstances, she would have been pretty uncomfortable by now. But that last glass of wine seems to have really stretched her bladder. She hadn't planned on drinking more than one glass - after finishing her first, she had switched to water (and finished a couple glasses she might add). But then Keith had called for a toast at the end of the meal - and she couldn't very well refuse that, could she? Add to that the two large coffees she had chugged down in the morning (which apparently hadn't made it's way to her bladder by 10:30), and the nearly empty half litre bottle in her car (hey, she was bored in traffic while going, and thirsty from the alcohol while coming back), no wonder her bladder seemed ready to pop. She looked forward to taking a long piss as soon as she reached the office. Why did her office parking had to be at the damn last level of this labyrinthe parking lot? Damn these business parks and their shared buildings.Finally she found her spot and parked. The thought of a restroom made her urge a little worse. She gave herself a quick squeeze to regain her composure and walked out of the car. Standing up was torture (or so she thought then; oh little did she know what true desperation feels like), and she quickly crossed her legs. The wave passed and she was able to walk to the elevators with relative ease. Waiting for the doors to open, shuffling from foot to foot, she toyed with the idea of using the washrooms in the lobby (would be faster than waiting to get to her 20th floor office), but decided she wasn't in so bad a shape as to warrant such desperate measures. She simply crossed her legs and waited.-----She entered her office at 2:40 (no, the elevator hadn't broken down, or stopped at each floor; she was thanking her lucky stars for her now imminent relief) and immediately started walking towards the toilets. She was a 7/10 now, and the only thing on her mind was a bathroom break, and the sweet sweet relief it would be to finally empty her distended bladder. Just thinking of it made her have to press her thighs together, and only the embarrassment of her colleagues finding out about her predicament kept her from doing a pee-pee dance. Ah, the pleasures of the porcelain throne! ----------------------------------- Author's Note - I have been agonizing over, and re-writing, my first fic. for a while now. Today I decided to take the plunge and post it, even though the story is incomplete and far from perfect. I mean, unless I put it out there and get some feedback, how am I ever gonna improve? So please do leave comments/suggestions/feedbacks you may have, even if it is to say you're not interested in reading more about Mary 🙂
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    Where do I even start? This is one hell of an ambitious RPG by a Japanese dev known as Beard. Warning Edit (Glitches I've encountered and how to overcome them): The first glitch, which many of us will encounter due to not being able to read japanese, starts at chapter 3 when we explore the bottom building of the ruined/smelly town south of the catherdal. DO NOT GO INTO THE BUILDING OR YOU WILL GET STUCK. Make a save before entering, then enter the hideout in the top floor of church building behind the counter. Go to the mayor's building left-most door at bottom left of the town with the two towers, find a lady at top floor. Then head back to the train station and into the staircase. Which then may lead us to glitch #2. Glitch #2: The readhead village sword girl has a mandatory wetting and needs to wash herself/her panties if she is to even be useful again. I'm not sure of the exact process though you can check beard's twitter replies to find out the exact details but what i did was that i unequipped her sword to equip a water tome and then casted the washing spell, water icon without mp cost in second category of skills section. If that doesn't work, you have to go into a random encounter/fight and experiment and clean her. Once you do, then you can change her panties in the toilet/restroom and continue on from there. And that should be more or less the gist of chapter 3 and the important glitches to deal with that I also went through. Hopefully the patch will come soon this weekend and fix both encounter rates and bugs. Other thread for discussion: Here's a link of his diaries and updates: https://twitter.com/isima_taku https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=877149 https://ci-en.jp/creator/1418/article/5766 (Need a dlsite account) https://ci-en.jp/creator/1418 (Game Download along with chapter 3 save to skip first two chapters) Basic premise is this: A demon lord has taken control of toilets and restrooms, causing people to excrete out on the streets, allow the spread of diseases and squalor. One of the main protagonists is Alice, who's not only rather cute but also has the ability to perform bladder transfer magic (NoMako Kora fans know exactly what i'm talking about). There's no MP, instead your bladder emptiness is the MP and as you cast magic, your bladder fills up. Alice's bladder transfer magic comes into play when facing enemies shown in the pics as well as other playable characters. When you cast bladder transfer, you are given 5 seconds to rapidly mash Z or enter to transfer urine from your cast to a target (bladder drain priorities are top down e.g. Alice, Tiara the nun). Desperation: There are 3-4 statuses to keep in mind: Normal, desperate stage 1 mp at least 50%, desperate stage 2 mp at least 75%, and then soaked. If a character is in either of the latter stages of desperation, they will deal a lot more damage than normal. e.g. if Tiara the nun does 100 damage normal, she'll do 231 damage when desperate at stage 2. If a character is ko'd while desperate, they wet themselves out of fear and bladder returns to zero, they're basically useless at this point even if revived. As stated earlier, female enemies have their own bladder bars and status ailments which Alice's urine transfer spell exploits. This means that they also get damage boosts when desperate. So when doing urine transfer, make sure that 1) mp is high for all characters, 2) Alice has high hp because urine transfer scales with her hp percentage, and 3) mash the fuck out of that z or enter button. There's a butt fuck ton of more mechanics and status effects, which are incredibly overwhelming and took me hours to kind of grasp, which hurts even more by my lack of Japanese. Edit: Ah what the hell, i'll elaborate on some more mechanics: Equipment: A weapon and a tome for magic, each character has their own unique weapons and a luxury slot, in which you get an accessory that does something (I have no clue how this works). For clothing and armor, its dress, bras(minus alice because she's smol), panties or diapers, and pads. That's right folks, there are diapers in this game as well as pads, which means...PERIOD BLOOD...which is an actual status ailment and a effect on pads/panties/diapers. Weapons,accessories, and tomes can be swapped anytime but clothing and whatnot have to be in bathrooms/toilets. Diapers are an important item as is wetting. If an enemy or one of your characters wets themselves, their atk is 1 and they can't use magic, so...don't wet yourself during a boss battle or there will be complications. You can recover from wetting but equipment will be stained and stats will be lower till you swap out for newer panties/diapers. Diapers may seem superior but they weight down your character/reducing their speed so panties would usually be recommended. There are some scat mechanics so be warned but not all of it is fully implemented nor is it really present aside from some moments( this is primarily an omo rpg). Cash is quite scarce in this game so take caution. Only way to get cash is by 3 things, selling loot/droppables, doing work, or committing crime, which can get you a game over if you're caught. I have also provided a save that will take you straight to the chapters with the CG cut ins/pics shown in the screenshots. SImply put that save file in the save folder in www after extracting the game. So much more I want to cover but for now I will say this: BE WARNED! This is the game's first trial release and also the dev's first time releasing an rpg trial. As such there are a bunch of bugs you can encounter. I recommend viewing Beard's twitter replies as well as the general discussion thread for some details/circumventions on those issues. However the biggest issue is the encounter rate. oh my god, the encounter rate. To put it simply, it's abominably high, like you will often have the issue of take 3 steps, random encounter, another 3 steps, random encounter, 1 ste- random encounter. I haven't finished the trial yet but there is hope: Beard has already acknowledged these issues and is planning on releasing a patch to address these issues so hurrah. In the meantime, if you want to get a taste of an omo rpg this wacky and innovative, feel free to try it out but do keep in mind my warning about the abominable encounter rates. Beard provided a save for chapter 3 in his Ci-en diary, make sure to go there to download it.

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  6. Anubis

    Flowing Creek

    I haven't ever tried writing an interactive story before, but it looks like it could be fun. A lot of good ones have been posted, so I'm going to give it a shot. It's been a while since I have written anything and I don't have a good track record when it comes to finishing stories, but we'll see how this goes. This story is based on a personal fantasy of mine, but I won't say much more about it because more information will be available later on. Anyway, here we go. *** Flowing Creek You wake up in what looks like some sort of a cheap motel room, to the sound of birds chirping outside. You are facing towards the outer wall, so you can see sunlight coming in around the edges of the curtain over the window. You feel the need to relieve your bladder, but it is still bearable for the time being. For a moment, you allow your eyes to wander around the room before lifting your head off the pillow and sitting up. You look down and realize that you are still wearing your t-shirt, jeans, and socks. The lower half of your body is still covered by the blankets, but you can tell what you’re wearing beneath it, from the feeling of the material on your skin. You are unsure of how long you were asleep, but what you are sure of, is that you have never seen this room before. You take a good look at your surroundings. The walls of the motel room are a milky white and the curtain over the window has a grey and black checkerboard pattern on it. About a meter away from the foot of the bed, directly in front of you, there is a stained, oak dresser that is about two meters wide, and there are only two doors in the room. One of them leads to the outside, but the other one, about two meters to the right of the dresser, leads to what could either be a closet or a bathroom. You get an uneasy feeling about the situation. Where am I? You wonder. Since you are all alone, you try to rack your brain, hoping to remember where you are and how you got there. The only thing you can remember, is going on a mid-summer road trip, with a friend that you’ve known for years. The two of you grew up in Ontario, Canada and went to the same college. You recall traveling through a heavily forested area in Manitoba when you were both caught in a sudden, intense rainstorm. The only other thing you remember is seeing a blinding flash of lightning, but everything after that is a total blank. Right beside you to your left, there is a small bedside table. Sitting on top of it, you find a clipboard with a single sheet of paper on it. Taking hold of it, you notice that the paper contains very personal information about you. There is an ID photo of you in the upper, right-hand corner. In the upper, left-hand corner, there is a line that says that your identification number is FC-05202018. Beneath the photo and your assigned number is everything else about you. What does the sheet say? This will be used for character creation. Include as much information as you like and I’ll fill in anything that gets left out. If any artists would like to create the character’s ID photo, then feel free to do so. This will give me an idea of their appearance, without you having to put all of the info in. General Info Name: Gender: Height: Hair style/color: Eye color: Body type: Age: Personal Info Personality: Interests/Hobbies: Fetishes/Kinks: Sexual Orientation: Breast size (if applicable): Butt size: Bladder size: Holding Ability: Extra Things Underwear appearance: Notable features of outer clothing (If applicable): *** There will be more coming after creating a character. After 48 hours, if there is only one suggestion, that will be your character. If there are more, then the one I like the most will be your character while the second best may be used as the identity for your character's traveling companion on the road trip. This time frame can be extended upon request for any ID photos. Constructive criticism is welcome, if you have any. My goal will be to post a new part to this at least once a week, with 48 hours between each post available for making decisions for where the story will take us, so hopefully we'll have some fun on this adventure.
  7. Here4theFun

    female No toilet challenge

    I wanted to do the no toilet challenge for so long, and I got the perfect opportunity the other day! I was alone on the house my family has in a village with my dog, it has a big garden, a swimingpool and only two neighbouring houses that can see said garden, so the game was on. The challenge is just one rule, you are not allowed to pee on the toilet for the whole day. I woke up and decided to hold my morning pee, so I had breakfast and walked my dog insted. This proved difficult because by the time we were returning an hourlater I was fairly desperate. So when I arrived I went to the back of the garden and just squatted and let all my pee out. After that I just chilled and kept drinking. I made my lunch and drank a glass of water and a coke by thattime I was getting desperate again, but that didn't mean I couldn't torture my bladder a bit more, so I crossed my legs and drunk a glass of Fanta and another glass of water while completing warious tasks and doing some jumping jacks. I felt I was nearing the end of my rope so I took the bottle of coke and went to the pool. After jumping I tried yo swim but the cold water was too much on my bladder, so I had to get out while I leaked. I got the bottle just in time to pee inside, lets just say that at first not much got inside . It was quite the experience squatting on the grass peeing inside the already pee filled bottle in full view of those neighbours. After that I drunk a bit more and had a shower, peed a bit there and just dresesd myself and begun packing because my mom was coming that night to stay with my dog while I came back to the city. Two hours later my need to pee resurfaced, and this time I felt a bit more daring, so I went to a little part of the garden thatis filled with stones and fully visible by the people who live across the street on a first floor, lowered my shorts and my thong arround my ankles, put my back to the wall and just let go. My bliss was that big that I didn't even hear the door open, just my name being called as my mother got out in the garden. I had enough time to put my shots and thong over my still dripping pussy and make some bulshit excuse. What would follow would be her driving me to the train station and a very desperate 40 minutes fidgetting and crossing my legs while I felt my wet thong and my high waisted quite tight shorts not helping at all my very full bladder situation. But seeing as I was pretty desperate I had to enjoy it I thought, so I went to Starbucks and brought myself an Iced tea with the promise that if I drunk it I would be allowed to pee on the glass. Lets just say it was very hard, more so when I accidentally pushed my already bulging bladder against the counter, I swear I nearly wet myself then and there. I was nearly holding myself when I got to my empty house. I didn't even hesitate and went directly to the bathroom where I managed to finish my drink in record time. Fumbling with my clothes was hard because I had to press my bloated belly to undo the buttons and my already tired bladder had to let go of a few spurts. After all that holding, peeing in the glass was heaven. And just before sleeping I allowed myself to piss in the shower again. The bottle and glass were of 500 ml, so I will try and mesuare my bladder capacity, What do you think? Do you have any more fun challenges we could try?
  8. Clark was still at Lois’s appartment but then he heard someone called help so he apologised to Lois and Clark did his shirt rip and became Superman and flew off Lois’s balcony to see what was going on. Lois still naked went back inside her apparent. Lois has an old bed on the balcony that she always forgets to sell. Lois locked the door and she put on her pink panties and waited for Superman to come back. Superman got there it was a young girl who was being robbed by two criminals and Superman stopped them and waited for the police to come. He handed them over to the police, just then Superman could hear a sound of a little girl crying for help. Clark got there and the problem was that the girl’s cat was stuck in a tree and Superman flew up to get her down and handed the cat to the girl. The girl thanked Superman and Superman said “I appreciate that and good night!” The girl replied good night too and Superman wave her goodbye and vanished. Louis still waiting for her love to come back to her and she had to think of something to keep her busy.
  9. Phentaiee

    Zone Pink

    I’m pretty sure I need to put a warning for this, so WARNING! There IS nudity here! There are also a few things I need to say before I start. There is not going to be any omo for a short while. I promise it will be here soon, but it’s not here yet. Also I made the first drawing a while before I made the second drawing. I was going to make them on the same day, but I forgot that I had 2 images rather than just one. You can tell there was a definite time gap between the two drawings An eighteen year old girl named Emily Omono was laying in the middle of a road, unconscious. She was not hit by a car. There are no working cars for miles. She had not passed out here after a night of drinking, as she didn’t really exist before this. At least, not here... Emily was in the middle of a simulated world called: “Zone Pink.” “Hello? Wake up already! This is the seventh time I’ve checked in on you!” A voice near to her called out. The voice was male, but not intimidating in the slightest. It wasn’t a high pitched voice, it was just… unthreatening. That’s the first thing Emily thought when she heard the voice. “Who- who are you?” She asked, waking up, very unaware of her surroundings. “You are not to know who I am! I am not your friend!” The voice called out. Emily looked around. She saw what looked like an abandoned city. She didn’t see anyone, but she did feel pretty cold. Why was she so cold? “I am not with you, I am just the announcer voice. You are in a deserted area. Nobody is here, but that’s good for you! While I’m sure you wouldn’t want anyone seeing you like that… that’s the least of your concerns right now! There are monsters in this world. But the worst monsters of all, are the humans that inhabit it.” A quieter voice was heard saying: “Nice!” And a high five was clearly heard following it. Emily was wondering what he meant by that when she realized why she was cold. She was completely naked! Emily stood up and started frantically searching for clothes, or something to cover her up. “Your efforts are futile! There is no clothing here! Your best bet would be to search the desert to your left, but it’s enormous. You could never search the whole thing.” Emily noticed that she was on a city’s edge, and was bordering a desert. She also noticed that the sky was a pink grid. Emily started walking towards the desert, but was very slow, since she was trying to cover her privates. “Nobody is here, I am the only one who can see you, and I’ve seen enough of you while I was waiting for you to wake up. Shit, that sounded creepy! Wait! Why am I worried about being creepy? You should fear me!” The voice announced. “I’m not afraid of you at all!” Emily groaned, already annoyed with this guy. “Just tell me what to do to get out of here!” She asked. “The only way out of here is to die, and you won’t be returning home afterwards. Your body has been transported here, and it will remain here for the rest of eternity! Your job is to make do in an apocalyptic wasteland and survive as well as you can.” The voice said. Emily took her hands off of herself, and started briskly walking over to the desert. She was terrified on the inside, but wasn’t going to let this annoying voice get the satisfaction of scaring her. After a good twenty minutes of walking, Emily stopped caring about her dignity. She was losing hope of this being some “big prank”. She started to realize she was actually stranded in a desert, naked. Just as she was about to give up, she noticed a skeleton in the distance. She ran over to it, and found a rusty spear, and some boots. “Is… Is that it?!” She yelled in frustration. “That’s only a start! You’re lucky you found a weapon before something else found you! Also, you won’t get blisters now!” The voice said. “Wha!?! I forgot about you! Have you just been looking at me this whole time?!” Emily asked. “Yes, but I won’t be able to for much longer, the thing I’m using to contact you is running out of power and you're not interesting enough for me to waste money sending in a new one. If you have any questions, ask them now, because you won’t get any more.” The voice said. “Ok, what is this place?” Emily asked. “This is Zone Pink, a simulated nightmare!” The voice answered. “Wait, are there other zones? Like zone orange, or zone yellow?” Emily asked. “No. Zone Pink is the only zone, as far as you know.” The voice said. “As far as I know? Does that mean there are more and you don’t want to tell me?” Emily asked. “No! Zone Pink is the only zone! As far as you know…” The voice responded. “It sounds to me like the author of this story hasn’t decided whether he wants there to be other zones yet and has decided to make it cryptic so that he can decide later.” Emily exclaimed. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” The voice sighed. “Oh, also, you said this was simulated? Like a game?” Emily asked. “Yes I suppose you could say that.” The voice answered. “Ok, so if I were to put on these boots and they were to give me 2 defense, would that be 2 overall defense for my entire body or just 2 defense for my feet?” Emily asked. “Oh! That is actually a very good question! And the answer is…” What is the answer? A. The boots give her 2 defense, regardless of where she is hit. B. The shoes only protect her feet.
  10. Sooooo, I’ve been seeing ads for this app all over tumblr, and I just recently found a screenshot of a supposed “pee desperation” scenario, but I was never able to find the actual post from the “Episode” user. Until now. I took a screenshot of the ad, and reblogged it on my page. So here’s my question: is this an actual story on “Episode,” or is this just click bait? Any feedback would be great! P.S.: If this is not in the right section, please let me know!
  11. mat-the-cat

    Videocache of yui_omo's Twitter

    Version 1.0.0

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    Yesterday I stumbled upon this lovely lady's Twitter, and checking the forums I couldn't find anything on her yet, so I thought I'd share her videos with you people. I can tell you, they are absolutely amazing. She's adorable and her wettings are among the best I have ever seen. If you don't know her yet, you just HAVE to take a look. Her extensive desperation and explosive wettings blow my mind. Also, make sure to check out her Twitter: https://twitter.com/yui_omo

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  12. I'm glad my readers took an interest in this, though I have to admit these are not the best stories. For anybody curious, this is where I'm putting a collection of short stories from my interactive story: Curse of the Eastern Isle. Unlike the interactive which follows the perspective of the wandering monster hunter, Franziska Audenveil, these stories will be from the perspective of various party members. The first one I've written is from a small plan I had for Addilyn, The other three who will be getting a short story will be Margo, the short-tempered, short-sized engineer, Catia, the head paladin of the town of Minevorska's church, and Franziska herself. A link to the interactive for anybody interested in a dark fantasy adventure: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/34992-the-curse-of-the-eastern-isle/ __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Addilyn: The Demon in the Shadows “Eto, fier.” Addilyn muttered the spell in druidic, watching as a small flame sprung to life in her hand. “Eto, ince” The flame froze and turned to solid ice. “Eto, arcana.” The ice melted, twisting into a ball of small purple energy. For Addilyn Tsereteli, wandering bard of the Caravani, these small druidic incantations were her nightly routine. She would practice them, muttering the words and watching as a small ball of the element she summoned floated in her palm. The energy, with the right focus, could be manipulated and reshaped into anything the caster desired. It was this element of the incantation that Addilyn practiced, to summon and reshape the spell into the arcane arrows she used was a feat of countless nights of practice. It was a late night on Oldengrad, the tavern had already seen the nightly rush as the residents of the hamlet would flock in for a supper of vegetable stew before rushing back to their homes. Even behind the walls of their hamlet, guarded by devices of steam and automation the people of Minevorska did not sleep easy. Addilyn never blamed them; once the sun went down and the shrieks of demons and undead filled the air, nowhere, not even in town, was safe. In the tavern, the fire was all but cinders, a few flecks of the dying log still burned with a red glow. The lanterns swayed with a dim flame, basking the corners of the common room in shadow. Outside, the snow picked up, a fog of white against a blood red sky. Addilyn could hardly see beyond the window, the storm was growing, as was the darkness. A few of the hamlet’s residents remained in the tavern, bleeding the last of the kegs dry as they discussed business. Sometimes Addilyn felt like they were staring, making quiet judgement about her. She was reminded of her fight in the church, and the first impression she must have left on the residents as she was carried to the quarters. They had to have known, a girl who had soiled herself being carried through a chamber full of people. Addilyn dwelled on it too much; She had wanted to forge her place as the towns saviour in their darkest hour. The towns people would speak of her in only the most heroic fashion, telling tales of her bravery during the attack on the church. But that was all a dream, Addilyn had forged her place among the people of Minevorska... as the girl who had shit herself, the girl who whimpered and cowered with the others while the real heroes took the glory. It was a depressing, but not deterring thought, one that made her soul feel empty. “I don’t believe it one bit!” One of the men said with a gruff accent. He wiped the ale from his long beard and slammed his flagon down. “Them defenses outside would’ve scared the fucker away right quick!” Suddenly, practicing incantations did not seem so interesting to Addilyn. The tales and rumours drew her to them like a moth to a flame. She drew her focus toward the conversation at the other table, shifting herself along the chair to get closer. “Don’t believe me, do ya not?” The second man had a more crooked accent, a foreigner in these lands. “We saw it, horrible shaggy bastard roaming about on the outskirts of the town." “Didn’t think to report that to the paladin’s, did you?” The foreigner cackled. “‘Course we did! Nowhere to be seen when they sent one or two of the holy lads over. Buggered off under the wall and back into the forest!” The first man did not sound impressed with the story. “So you scared off a wolf pup? That’s worthy of a story, is it?” “Well… what’s a story wi’out a kicker?” The foreigner leant in. “Saw it again tonight. Big dark eyes, beastly thing with four legs sittin’ in the black, starin’. Sorta like those ugly bastards we saw scattered around the church. Ya know, the dogs.” He sat back, smirking. “You’re welcome to go take a peek if you think I’m tellin’ you shit.” The bearded man chuckled before reaching for his flagon. “I don’t need to. It’s a wolf pup, no doubt. Small enough to fit through that wall and is probably looking for it’s mother.” Their conversation dwindled into something less interesting; a discussion on fortification, nothing interesting. “Something lurking in the shadows…” Addilyn muttered. She stared out through the frosted panes toward the small area of empty land behind the tavern. It was blacker than the abyss out there. Stories had been going around of things creeping over the wall. Rogue beasts, wolves, demons, the story changed with every person who told it, each giving their own account of what they’d either seen or were told until it became a web of absurd rumours and speculation. That never stopped Addilyn from believing them though. She anxiously sipped the last of her juice and pushed the flagon away. She was not sure if it was the fatigue from spellcasting, but during her practice she had felt the weight of her bladder lingering. Addilyn sighed; she’d pushed the feelings to the back of her mind, putting it off for as long as she could. She’d lost count of the juice she had drank, two cups? Three? Spell practice often left her with a strong thirst, and on some days a full bladder. With the lavatory out of commission, when nature called there was nowhere to go but outside, behind the tavern. There had been the bowls Wanda had been so kind as to offer people. A sort of last resort for relief. The innkeep’s wife had thought it for the best that nobody ventured out into the cold in the dead of night as rumours persisted through the town. But Addilyn didn't like that option, especially after an accidental encounter with Franziska when the monster hunter had stormed in while she was relieving herself... shamelessly into a porcelain bath. Addilyn never liked making her water in the company of others, she was always a shy girl and now she shared a room with two other girls; There was nowhere private for her to do it in a bowl. If she went out into the corridor, she risked waking the whole upstairs with the sound, if she did it in the room, the sound would wake Lucina. She has been practicing all day with the Paladins, surely she's unconscious. She's not going to hear if I used the bowl. Fearfully, Addilyn looked out into the darkness of the town. I really don't want to go out there. What if they're right, what if something is lurking out there? She could picture a hideous creature out in those shadows, hiding away from the watchful eyes of the Paladins. Stories always got to her, they left her thinking, always fearing the worst. Now, looking outside, all Addilyn could think of was the horrors of the shadows, whatever they were. She hated to do it, but the fullness of her bladder urged Addilyn towards the bowl beneath her bed, somewhere safe where she could relieve herself. It was a fair thought. She took a deep breath and made her way upstairs. On her way, Addilyn passed Margo’s room. A candle burned inside as the little engineer was soundly sleeping, cuddled into Andi who lay behind her. “Ah, Ms. Addilyn.” Andi had noticed, the mechanical girl smiled. “Andi, you’re still awake.” Addilyn returned her smile. She composed herself, keeping her legs steady to avoid bouncing up and down in a childish potty dance. She tensed her muscles and stood still, ignoring the urges. Andi nodded. “Mother was having some difficulty sleeping. I’m staying awake to comfort her.” Suddenly, Margo began whimpering in her sleep, muttering the name Sara as sadness sunk into her sleeping face. “It’s okay, mother.” Andi spoke softly, rubbing Margo’s head until the little engineer settled back into a quiet snore. She didn't wish to get caught up in conversation. Nature called, urgently. Addilyn nodded to Andi and continued on toward the last door. The door opened quietly; Addilyn did everything she could to not stir Lucina’s slumber. The silver-haired warrior lay asleep on her bed, wrapped in her blanket. She was in a deep sleep, her loud, monstrous snores nearly shook the brittle floorboards. This would be easy. Hopefully. Addilyn crept along the floorboards toward her bed and bent down, grimacing as she felt the pressure being put on her full bladder. A small ceramic bowl, larger than a soup bowl sat beneath the bed right beside a pile of fresh sheets. Addilyn pulled the bowl out slowly. A receptacle for relief right in her hands. She held it for a moment, staring cautiously over to the sleeping Lucina. Right. She thought, sitting the bowl down gently on the floor. I just need to undo my shorts. She undid her belt, moving as slowly as she could to avoid making any noise. squat down. She crouched down, hovering herself over the bowl. pee, and empty the bowl… all without waking up Lucina. That was the hard part, even with her shorts down, Addilyn couldn’t pee. Her body seized up knowing another girl was sleeping just a few feet away. Ooh, she’s going to hear it. It’s going to echo through the room and wake her. She tensed up between the legs, her body denying her bladder relief. She stared down and sighed with frustration. The bed creaked, a drowsy mumble murmured. “Who…” Lucina, half-asleep, asked to nobody. Heat rushed to her cheeks, her heart pounded, Addilyn wanted to scream. Acting purely on instinct she rushed to pull her knickers back up and kicked the bowl back beneath the bed. “Ah, Lucina! I-It’s j-just me!” Addilyn sputtered, struggling to put the words together. Lucina rubbed her eyes and turned in her bed. “Addilyn… ah, you’re retiring to bed?” She said with a weary groan. “H-Ha, n-no. I-I just c-came to g-get some-something!” Addilyn pretended to root around beneath the bed, fondling the air in a pathetic attempt to feign a search. “Ha! I-I’ve got it.” She rose to her feet, and forgetting that, in a panicked hurry, she’d only pulled up her knickers, Addilyn collapsed to the floor with a thud. Her shorts were still draped around her boots. "Hehe... belt came undone." She tried to laugh it off. I hope I didn't leak... She hadn't, still dry, thankfully. Closing the door behind her, Addilyn bent down to her knees and pushed her hands against her maidenhood once again. She couldn’t make her water in there, she couldn’t do it out here, and she couldn’t use the lavatory. Was there somewhere, anywhere else she could go? There's a basin down in the bathing room...could I? No! She shook the thoughts of peeing in the sink from her head. No! No! No! What kind of disgusting girl makes her water in a sink!? She sighed, there was only one place she could go at a time like this; and with a nervous glance out into the night, Addilyn knew she had no choice but to go behind the tavern. Yura had asked curiously where the bard was going this late with a lantern in her hand. Addilyn didn’t answer and rushed out onto the steps of the tavern. She felt herself stop, her feet wouldn’t move beyond the small cover by the steps. The streets were dark, snow fell from the sky, and there was no life to be found. All she had to do was take a few steps down, head around the tavern, relieve herself and head back, but staring into the pitch black night, the uneasy silence tempered with nothing but shadows; it made Addilyn freeze. She felt safe in the tavern with the fire and lights, nothing would get her there… but out here. She whimpered and after making sure nobody was around, crossed her legs. Addilyn gazed out into the darkness, squeezing her legs tighter, letting out a faint whimper as her maidenhood burned. This is exactly what Franziska means when she says you need to be fearless. The brave voice in Addilyn’s mind said. It was her own voice as it always was. Look at you, crossed legged and whimpering like a little girl who's about to wet herself because you can’t take a lantern and pee out in the dark. You’re not even fearless enough to pee in a pot in there. The voice grew more mocking. I can’t let another girl hear me tinkling into a bowl. “It’s embarrassing.” Addilyn squeezed her legs so tightly it almost hurt. She bent down and sat on the steps to the tavern. She hoped nobody would see as she calmly rested her hands between her legs, pushing against herself. “Besides… I heard them, something’s wandering around in the darkness. They said it was behind the tavern before vanishing.” So what? You’re a fighter, you’re not meant to let things like that scare you. You came to this cursed isle of your own volition! You’re one of the protectors of this town now! What kind of protector are you if you’d rather wet yourself than go out in the dark!? The voice may have been her own, but it spoke cruelly. Addilyn peered down the street; she saw the farmstead, an outline of the farmhouse hidden away by the black shadows. A small light came from the tower by the gate and inside Addilyn could make out a feminine figure. It had to be Franziska, who’d bravely offered to do one of the night patrols for Alexandr. What would Franziska say if she saw you right now, cross-legged and whimpering for the privy? “She’d tell me to be braver than this…” Addilyn muttered sadly to herself. “If I can’t even walk out into the dark… how am I going to fight a demon?” Addilyn began clutching her rapier. “That’s right… I said I’d be braver… what kind of hero would I be if I let the darkness get to me so easily?” Slowly, she rose to her feet. Suddenly, the darkness did not look so dark and Addilyn took her first steps out into the dark streets. It always felt like something was out there, watching every step she took, waiting for a moment of weakness. That’s what unsettled her the most; there was never a greater sign of weakness than when a person was relieving themselves. Broden always told her that. “You’re always weakest when you’re squatting in the forest.” He’d say playfully, keeping a serious tone about him. “Wouldn’t want to be nabbed while taking a dump, would you?” She missed his crude sense of humour. Maybe one day, she’d see him again; as the hero who defeated the curse of Oldengrad, a thought that kept the darkness away and the fear in her heart dimmed. The cold did her bladder no good; Addilyn shivered, but there was always a painful, persistent warmth stirring between her legs. Everything she had done since getting up from her seat had done nothing but aggravate her bladder. She’d already been on the verge of relief once. The fear made her feel loose, like she could leak at any moment. She walked slowly through the snow, one hand on the lantern, the other between her legs to keep her river from flowing. The sounds of crunching beneath her boots moved with a slow, uneasy pace. Addilyn hated the dark, even in town she didn’t feel safe. The portal, with it's chains dug into the ruins of the church hung over the town, harpies swooping in the night and screeching. A ghastly demonic screech echoed through the air, frightening the bard as she began hastening her steps. The sooner she relieved herself, the sooner she'd back in the warm comfort of the tavern. Maybe it was the slow speed at which she walked, maybe it was the fear that engulfed her like darkness engulfed the town, or maybe it was just the feeling of her full bladder with each step she took, but the walk felt endless, like an eternity. Behind the tavern was an old tin boiler, rusted and neglected, but still functional. Some of the snow around it had melted away from the heat it gave off. There were two houses on the west side of the tavern, separating the rear of the tavern from the street. There were no lights on, nobody would see her here. Nobody would notice an unsuspecting girl squatting to make her water here. Addilyn sat the lantern down on an empty barrel by her side and began to lift her dress. A sound nearby, like tepid footsteps moving cautiously, caught the bards attention. She froze, her dressed hoisted over her arms as she looked out into the shadows with a fearful gaze. “It’s nothing. My imagination playing tricks on me.” Addilyn said to comfort herself. "There is no way anything could get through that wall." She hiked up her dress, pulled down her shorts, and nervously squatted in the snow. She took a deep breath and relaxed, granting her bladder relief. She could feel the cold numbing her bare backside. In the silence, a quiet pattering began to fill the air. A sense of relief filled the young bard as her bladder emptied, a dark stream pittled from between her legs, yellowing the snow around her boots. “Uuu…” Addilyn whimpered. She couldn’t enjoy the relief she was feeling, it was overshadowed with fear as she glanced around the shadows, stopping only to peer down at the growing puddle beneath her legs. “Hmm~” She allowed herself one sigh of pleasure, watching as the spurt between her legs intensified, spraying the snow. The snow between her feet melted, the quiet tinkling turned to a loud splattering as her stream struck the now revealed dirt. The heat of her water rose, gently warming the bards legs. Footsteps again. This time, Addilyn was certain she saw something, a beastly silhouette that stood still the moment she looked over, like it knew she was watching. Her heart began racing, she thought about pulling up her shorts and running; she didn’t even care if she’d piss herself, she wouldn’t care if she stumbled down into the tavern, piss cascading down her thighs if it meant she could escape the gaze of whatever was watching her. Something definitely moved, Addilyn saw, and it was moving closer to her. Riddled with fear, she pulled up her shorts, her bladder still unrelieved as she began to feel the warmth of her stream filling her shorts. They grew heavy quickly as Addilyn pulled them back up, her thighs and maidenhood now soaked with her pee as she failed to stop her water. She ignored the growing warmth in her knickers, pooling between her legs and washing her lower lips. She had to ignore it, she needed to grab her rapier and defend herself. The beast was moving faster through the darkness, toward her. Addilyn grabbed her rapier and lifted it in a defensive stance. Something warm was running down her legs, she caught a glimpse of her pee, glistening in the lanterns glow as it ran down her bare legs. No, I won’t let it bother me this time. The beast was closer; She could see it’s features more closely now, four legs and a maw that bore sharp yellow teeth beneath a set of dark red eyes. Addilyn grasped her rapier nervously, clutching it tightly in her hand. This was it, when the beast would lunge, Addilyn would strike, just like Franziska had taught her. Ease up! Don't let your feet stop! Keep a firm grip on the hilt! She repeated the words Franziska had yelled aboard the Natalya religiously. Weave, stride, strike, repeat! A dire wolf pup, larger and more ferocious than a mainland wolf, wandered into the light. Addilyn stared the beast down, rapier in-hand, ignoring the wetness growing between her legs. It’s eyes were red, a sign that it was berzerk, driven mad by the powerful magic of the red moon. The wolf snarled, bearing it's fangs, white breath filling the air as it sized up the young bard. Addilyn stood ready, rapier out in a defensive stance. She wasn't ready when the wolf leapt for her, launching itself on it's hind legs toward the bard. All she had to do was move to the side and strike the wolf with one attack, but she couldn't. The wolf moved quickly, faster than she had expected. In surprise, Addilyn was frozen, too sluggish to properly counter the wolf's lunge. She didn't even notice the wolf was already atop her, knocking her to the ground with force. She felt the warmth as her wet shorts pressed against her backside. It landed atop her, a beast of thick fur and a deathly stench atop her frail, frightened body. Addilyn used all of her strength to keep off the snarling beast that went for her neck. She wanted to scream but fear had grasped her throat. She was alone, nobody was coming, nobody had heard. This fight was her own. She had to think fast, something, anything to keep the wolf from her neck... and then she remembered; There was a last resort, one Addilyn did not use unless absolutely necessary; The cursed sign of Tsereteli was not something to be used with trivial intent, but she had no choice. Quickly, with a struggle to fend off the attacking wolf, she readied the spell, no, the curse. She felt a burning in her left arm as she channeled it, her palm grew as hot as hellfire. Time felt like it froze, the cold winter became as hot as the burning hells as Addilyn spoke the cursed incantation she so rarely cast: Signum en Lupus. She placed a hand atop the wolfs head and cast the incantation. The wolf stopped, growing passive as it’s eyes began to glow a bright gold; From a ravenous feral wolf to a timid puppy, the wolf jumped off the bard and whimpered, lowering it's head like a submissive child. She'd done it. “H-Hi.” Addilyn put her hand out slowly, letting the dire wolf sniff it. It’s tail rose and the wolf sat, tilting it’s head. After a second, the wolf rose to its feet and moved behind her, sniffing curiously around her wet shorts. “Ahh...hey, hey… You can’t do that to people. That’s not how we say hi!” She felt a flush in her cheeks. Gently, she pushed away the curious wolf, who’d taken a fondness in trying to sniff her backside. “Though you don’t see me as people, do you? You recognize me now… like this.” The dire wolf didn’t understand, it’s head tilted further. “You can’t stay here, the other’s aren’t like me.” The wolf did nothing, it sat by her side and yawned. A howl echoed through the trees, nabbing the pups attention as it’s ears pricked up. “Your family misses you.” Addilyn pet the wolf, smiling as she gestured back to the woods. As if it was a command, the dire wolf ran back into the shadows, vanishing into the night, back to it’s family. And now Addilyn had to face the cold, wet truth as she stared down at her soggy shorts. She sighed, frowning at the darkened fabric that clung to her body. I wet myself again… She tried to be brave, she really did, but it didn’t stop her. To Addilyn, this felt like a failure, she’d let fear get the best of her again. It reminded Addilyn of something Franziska had said just two nights ago. “When I went to... take a piss earlier, that thing, that portal that appeared, it caught me by surprise. Fear ran through me and before I knew it, I was so paralyzed by fear, that I was... pissing myself." Franziska had spoken so boldly, even for something so embarrassing she accepted that it happened, and that she was no weaker for it. "I saw that giant portal and those chains manifest from thin air, and stricken with panic, I couldn’t hold myself. So no it isn’t snow. I...fear-stricken...pissed myself.” Lying in that bed, that was the moment Addilyn had said she'd be better, that she wouldn't let the small things get to her. “Not this time…” Addilyn holstered her rapier and shook her head. Her heart was pounding, even in the cold she felt a sweat. “I didn’t run away this time, I didn’t cower, I held my ground.” Suddenly, she didn't feel so scared. A surge of bravery warmed her blood. The night did not seem so dark, the cold did not seem so chilling, the monsters around her did not feel so threatening. "I am Addilyn Tsereteli, wanderer of the Caravarni, and soon... the hero of Oldengrad." The bard got back to her feet. "The next time, I'll be ready." She headed back into the tavern, where a quick bath and bed were waiting.
  13. Working in a shoe shop. For a few months I had a job in a shoe shop. It was a smallish shop but the only one in the town so at certain times of year it was fairly busy. I enjoyed the job but this particular day I enjoyed it even more. The doors were wide open and the shop was empty and quiet and I could hear a boy and what I assume was his dad approaching. It was about a week or so before Christmas and near the end of the day. The boy was about 8 and his dad seemed a little harassed. The boy was saying how he HAD to buy something for his mum but the dad seemed to be keen to get to the supermarket along the road. Anyway the child managed to convince the adult to come into the shoe shop where I was working alone that afternoon. The boy came running towards me asking me if we sold anything he could buy for his mum for Christmas. I needed to make some sales so I was delighted to show him some fluffy slippers we had displayed. The boy shouted to his dad who was hanging around the door looking quite sweaty and frustrated. Finally his dad came in but immediately sat down by the window telling his son to hurry up. I never thought much of it since there could have been any number of reason why he wanted his son to hurry so I concentrated on the little boy who was so excited and wanted to look at all the slippers we had. He was putting his hands inside to feel the fluff and admiring the colours and designs when all of a sudden his dad came out with ‘son please hurry up I really really need to pee here!’ Of course at that point I turned and noticed he was bent forward on the stool with his hand resting at the top of his leg. The boy either never heard or wasn’t caring as he carried on looking at the slippers and asked his dad if mum would maybe like shiny shoes too. At this the dad sounded even more frustrated ‘son, I have to pee so bad. I need to find somewhere to go before I wet myself. We need to go NOW’ He was so uncomfortable looking and his face showed he meant exactly what he said. I wanted to keep the child longer but I was also worried about the mess that could be about to happen on the stool and floor so I went over to the child and suggested he could maybe come back later once his dad had been to the toilet. I took the child by the hand and lead him back to his dad. The man looked at me right in the eye and whispered ‘thank you’ which sent shivers right through me. As they left I whispered back ‘I hope you make it’ though in truth I know the chances of that were actually very slim indeed.
  14. Hi Everyone I really enjoy holding a very full bladder in situations where I cannot piss, I guess the added risk is a factor for me Anyone else the same?
  15. My favorite wetting videos are the ones where the female seems to try her damndest to not pee. Not just lose it all at once. I like when they bounce around trying to hold it and leak, but manage to keep holding to leak a little more and a little more before they end up losing it. Imagine a Kozmofox story in video form. Does anyone have any great leaky desperation wetting videos I could see? I don’t see a good one often and Pornhub seems pretty far and between having good ones.
  16. Isn’t it strange how we are all innately shy about asking to use someone else’s bathroom? I mean we all know they have one, we all need to go regularly yet there seems to be some social taboo about asking to use someone’s smallest room for what is a necessary daily function. On the other hand that creates a few scenarios that lovers of desperation, like us, can enjoy. It also means that I fondly remember each and every time anyone has asked to use my bathroom. Here are a few of those events: My church friend. Elizabeth was a regular at my house. By regular I mean every two or three days. She wasn't working and was lonely and rather much the clingy kind of person who comes a little too often and stays longer than you might prefer. Even so it was still rare for her to ask to use the bathroom and she did live just five minutes walk away so I guess there was never really a need. She was, however, comfortable enough to regularly put the kettle on and help herself to biscuits! One afternoon though I was busy doing housework in my kitchen when I heard the doorbell. I wasn’t expecting anyone and I was sure for once it would not be Elizabeth as she was a single parent of two young kids and school was due out in about 15 minutes. I made my way through the kitchen, through the living room and out to the front door. The set up of that house was rather unusual in that the only bathroom was downstairs and right opposite the front door! As I had been washing floors etc the door was wide open to allow the floor to dry. I opened the door to find Elizabeth standing there with one hand frantic between her legs, jumping up and down, bent over, jiggling about from one foot to the other and generally looking like she had not used a bathroom in so long she was about to flood my front garden and porch! I had never in my life seen her in such a state. Despite it being absolutely obvious what she may be wanting by calling at my door I acted shocked and ignorant as she continued to try and stay calm and tell me what she wanted. She danced frantically about with one hand between her legs, quickly followed by both hands there as she said she had been visiting a friend at hospital then had to get a bus back and she had been on the bus almost half an hour so bursting for the toilet and that she was running late to pick her kids up but she was passing my house and just absolutely, urgently, so desperately HAD to find a bathroom as she needed to pee so so bad it was dribbling down her legs! Of course I stood to the side and watched as she hobbled into the toilet that she had been facing all that time and I just stood there listening as she kicked the door shut and peed for over two minutes! Of course when she came out I offered to run her in my car to get her kids as they were only 5 and 8 and I was concerned about them getting out of school with no-one there for them! She came out so relieved yet so embarrassed looking and from then on she came to visit a little less often. The salesman This was in the same house. It was number 113 and was the very last house in the street. Behind the house was a huge grass area that lead to another housing estate and there were pathways leading in several directions. While it may have been the last house in the street it was a semi-detached house on a corner with a crescent running along perpendicular to the main one we were on. The main road was at the opposite end of the street so any salesmen, postmen, or delivery drivers etc always started at the main road entrance and worked their way into the scheme. After my house you had a dead end so you would have to do an about turn to head out again. I loved the quietness of that end of the scheme and it meant I had the biggest front corner garden with a huge front drive compared to everyone else. Anyway, as I said, anyone targeting the houses for sales or religion or so forth would have been doing so for several hours before they got to my house. One evening I was sitting watching TV in my lounge when I could see two people walking down my drive. It was still just daylight and I was home alone. I was not concerned at all about opening the door back then so when the bell rang I got up and went to open the door. I knew they were salespeople of some sort but I didn’t like to be rude and guessed they had been out for a while by this time of night so at least decided I should hear them out. They had a well rehearsed speech going on between them both and what seemed like a genuine rapport. What I did notice right away though was that one of them, a young man in his twenties with neatly trimmed hair, smart suit trousers, a shirt, tie and company issue waistcoat on, seemed very distracted. He was looking around the back of my house, looking at a tree beside my porch lots and shifting about from foot to foot. I wondered if he perhaps had a rather full bladder but I was soon to find out for definite. The two of them continued on with their well worn sales pitch but this one gent was seemingly struggling more and more. He was stepping on and off my small porch like some sort of rhythmic dance and then pausing to cross his legs then start the up and down the step routine again. He then leaned on my porch and tapped his foot rhythmically up and down, all the time spouting out about double glazing or roofs or whatever he was trying to sell me. Finally after about 15 minutes their pitch came to an end and they asked if I had considered whatever it was blah blah and would I like a quote for this or that. To be honest I was far too transfixed by mr handsome who was making me very horny with his desperation dance on my doorstep and the only thing I wanted to do was delay them to see what might happen next! I am sure the site of my bathroom door opposite with the obvious door sign saying ‘bathroom’ was taunting him even more too. I couldn’t resist saying I HAD been considering those new windows, or whatever and they really were making me think that my current set up was long due a rethink. I never buy from sales people at my door but there was no harm in chatting to them just a little longer now was there? I was so turned on now. My nipples were hard and erect, my pussy lips were swollen and moist and my body was so responsive. The man in front of me was dying for a pee, he was handsome, same age as me approximately and driving me wild. Of course I knew there was only so long they would stay and then they began their closure of taking my details, address and so on. My porch had a small wall to lean on so the bursting boy was trying to write my details down leaning on this tiled area. By now he was really struggling and as he leaned slightly forwards and down he slid one hand in front of his trousers in hope the porch wall would hide him and he was clearly holding himself as he jigged and bounced his legs. His colleague was asking me the relevant questions as desperate salesboy tried holding back his bladder and writing simultaneously. I smiled as his colleague asked if he was ok. A fool could see he was on the verge of peeing himself at a young ladies doorstep while working but the desperate man just moaned back which sent shivers through me. Finally the standing still man asked his utterly desperate friend if there was any questions he had forgotten to ask me to which suddenly the young man turned and faced me, pen and paper abandoned on my tiled porch, both his hands clutching his penis for dear life, bend over and with tears behind his eyes, he looked right into my eyes and asked so politely ‘Could I possibly use your bathroom madam?’ I smiled, looked deep into his eyes and winked at him. ‘Of course, be my guest.’ And I pointed to the door in front. Now to say that man peed would be an understatement indeed! I heard every millilitre come out and the sigh of relief he expressed too. I was almost having an orgasm in my pants! He came out and thanked me and they went on their way. As they walked down my drive I heard bursting boy telling his mate how he had never had to piss like that in his life and that he had started going while writing my details down. I locked the door, drew my living room curtains and masterbated immediately lying on my couch replaying what I had just seen. I never did buy what they were selling but they are welcome back at my door anytime!
  17. OmarashiLover1

    Mojikue v1.4 (full release)

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    Its finally here! The full release of Mojikue at last. It is untranslated obviously.

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  18. BudTX

    Jade OHOJHI-127

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    This is another pee-stop / permission-to-pee video. The girls in this one show off some nice bladder bulges.

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  19. View File Jade OHOJHI-127 This is another pee-stop / permission-to-pee video. The girls in this one show off some nice bladder bulges. Submitter BudTX Submitted 09/14/2018 Category Desperation Clothing  
  20. Mila woke up in her bed she wore nothing but a nightie with no panties under them. She woke up to find out that she had a massive leak in the bed. Mila felt the urge to have a shit so she quickly got out of her wet bed and made her way to one of her many bathrooms. She took off her nightie leaving herself bare naked with her sexy ass on the toilet waiting for her smelly load will come out. It happened her turds came out one by one in a large amount and she smiled having the relief she needed. She wiped herself and put back on her nightie, Mila walked back to get changed in some other clothes than her nightie that she almost soiled in. It was quite hot today so she just put on a pink bikini and went outside to enjoy the sun. She decided to drink some water before going to the beach, she walked down to the beach and all the other residents there were like saying in their minds “Oh my God it’s Mila Kunis!” She could feel a very small urge to pee but she didn’t need to go like now, so she ignored it. Mila Kunis made her way down to the beach. She walked in the water to get to the other side of the beach to get to the sea because she was in the creek. Mila felt her pussy trying to add more to her desperation when she walked in the warm water. She made over and sat in the sand for a while but she knew she would not be able to stay there for long because of her aching bladder. To be continued
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    Today I got a tablet and this was literally the first thing I did on it. Obviously I suck at drawing and this is far from being a good animation. The reason I put it up here is because I thought the rest of you guys would like to see if I eventually make any progress and when (if) I do get better at drawing and animating I will add improved versions on here also. Like I said if you intend on downloading this, don't expect something amazing like Shadbase or Sketchman quality art and animation, it is simply a very basic test and nothing more. For those of you who may get a good laugh at how crappy it is, any valid criticism is appreciated.

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  22. View File Jade OHOJHI-034 This is a timed holding challenge video. Submitter BudTX Submitted 09/13/2018 Category Desperation Clothing Unspecified  
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    Jade OHOJHI-034

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    This is a timed holding challenge video.

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    Jade OHOJHI-021

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    This appears to be a sequel to OHOJHI-010, a pee-stop / permission to pee video. Found on the web.

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  25. View File Jade OHOJHI-021 This appears to be a sequel to OHOJHI-010, a pee-stop / permission to pee video. Found on the web. Submitter BudTX Submitted 09/13/2018 Category Desperation Clothing Unspecified