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  1. female Making my own potty

    Wanting somewhere naughty to pee that doesn't require masses of clean-up (living with other people sucks!). I decided I would try and build my own potty that I could use in my room instead of using the bathroom. So, the potty itself is a box which contains a glass jar in the centre (to collect all the glorious yellow liquid) and round the edge all the things you would need. It has loo paper, hand gel, perfume to cover the smell, flannel for peeing through etc. I had been caught out one too many times in my room with nothing to wipe myself up with :P I've used it a few times but only been brave enough to test it when others are not in the house (which I guess defeats the purpose of the potty), but I wanted to check the capacity. So the other day when I had the house to myself I got myself really desperate drinking a couple of tall glasses of water. I then proceeded to go about my day constantly sipping water to keep myself topped up. It only took half an hour before I started to feel the urge to go. I don't know about you guys but there's something about feeling really desperate to pee that makes me feel really horny and kind of daring. So, I ran up to my room feeling all the more desperate knowing what I was about to do. I pulled the 'potty' from its hiding place and put it in the middle of the floor. This was my last chance to back out and I did consider it but I really wanted to try it. So, I pulled down my jeans and panties and took a seat. Because of the height of the box I placed my butt over it and folded my legs out at the side (I'm thinking of trying on a chair next time :P). That's when the fun started, I let go. Thanks to all the things round the box the sound of the stream was surprisingly muffled (good for incognito peeing!). As the jar kept filling I was beginning to get nervous that I had underestimated my capacity yet again! But that was not to be my main concern when I heard car doors slam outside. Panicking, I stopped the stream and wiped up yanking my jeans back up my legs. I went to look out the front windows to see if my housemates had come back but alas, it was next door. Calming down I realised I still needed to pee and I wanted to finish what I had started. Unfortunately, after what I thought initially was a close call, I couldn't get myself to let go any more into the 'potty'. I knew logically I wasn't finished but I suddenly couldn't relax anymore. Taking the jar out the box I marvelled at the 600ml of warm pee in my hands. The top of the jar started to develop condensation from the warmth of the pee meeting the cold glass itself. It always surprises me how warm it is. After spending time admiring what I had created and err....finishing off.... I poured my glorious piss into to the toilet practising pouring it so it sounded like I was peeing into the loo and not pouring a jar of pee down the loo. Cleaned out the jar and hid it away ready for my next urgent need. I think this afternoon might be a good time....
  2. i tried peeing in the sink, i have a small bathroom and the sink isnt really big enough for me to be on but i tried sink.mp4
  3. Version 1.0.0

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    What's this, a free Bulmafan comic? Yessiree, this here is my gift to the omorashi community. In the novel "Moon Rise" the main character not only gets desperate for the bathroom with explicit detail, but when she's kidnapped by the book's villains and gets knocked out her body can't hold it anymore and she spend a few chapters in very wet pants until she's rescued. The way there was no way to avoid peeing her pants - coupled with how well author Marilee Brothers gets us in Allie's head - has always fascinated me about this scene. So, as I promised when I started doodling one of my own characters in her position earlier this year, I've turned the whole enchilada into a 30 page comic! Since taking someone else's characters and embellishing their perils is not how I wanna make my money, this comic is 100% free and will remain that way. If anything this will float interest to both the author who gave us this gem and my other for-sale comics. You get the usual hires and lowres versions of the comic, there is NUDITY in both. Interestingly there was a male wetting in the first book that provides some context to character relationships, so I included that one briefly as a bonus treat for those of you into that. 3 of the pages are animated gifs, one full of Allie peeing and two others as she examines the cooling wetness on her jeans. She's also tied up during a good chunk so if you like a little bondage with your omo content then this is for you. One final note is that keeping accurate to the story I depict the entire kidnapping sequence and there's a little roughness during Allie's ordeal so reader discretion is advised. I hope I've covered all my bases here and that you enjoy my fan comic of "Moon Rise" For more info or to buy the book this is based on, visit www.marileebrothers.com/moon-rise.html

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  4. female Rachel and a Rare Wet Bed

    A couple of nights ago I wet the bed. I know what many of you are thinking, that’s cool because Rachel is totally into bedwetting, however this was a completely unplanned accident. I wasn’t wearing protection, I was sharing the bed with my hubby, I didn’t plan it, and I hadn’t been irresponsible the night before. I’ve wrestled with my relationship with bedwetting for many years, and the relationship has always been a complicated one. After getting Botox to deal with my overactive bladder more than 6 years ago, I’ve only rarely had a wet night accidentally, and this has always been on nights when I was irresponsible. This means when I’d had a good number of alcoholic drinks, or on a few occasions when I’d drunk a lot of non-alcoholic drinks and didn’t use the washroom before bed. One most of these occasions, knowing my propensity for the odd accident when going to bed in this condition, I was responsible, and slipped on protection before falling asleep. On a couple of occasions, a slightly less drunk husband helped me into protection, not wanting to be soaked in the night by his leaky wife. And there have been a couple of times when we forgot the protection and I was woken up by a slightly grumpy hubby who was himself awoken by my pee. Our bed is pretty well protected with a mattress cover. A cover that stays on no matter how many dry nights I’ve had. It’s there for other reasons: I do still like to have intentional ‘accident’ from time to time, even reliable diapers leak if you are sleeping or laying in a strange position, and I’ve been known to had the odd leak during rigorous bedroom activity. As a result, and because the protection hasn’t always been that reliable, there are a decent number of stains on our mattress. I’ve certainly had a good number of planned accident, which usually entail me being less than responsible with regards to before bed drinks, slipping into a Goodnite, and either waking up in the night and wetting it of my own volition, or waking up in the morning and wetting my diaper while languishing or cuddling. My hubby tolerates this activity so long as I wash the sheets if there are any leaks, avoid getting any leaks on him, and well, because he knows how excited it gets me, and that I often need other attention after I chance. This accident was none of these. It was entirely out of the blue. I went to bed after not having had a drink of anything (let alone something with caffeine) for many hours before bed time, and after I used the washroom responsibly after brushing my teeth. I slipped into bed wearing only a pair of my favorite Little Mermaid panties as it was relatively hot out, and I love just gallivanting about in only panties. I was woken up in the morning by my Hubby getting up for work. The puddle was entirely on my side and didn’t hadn’t got him wet, due to the way in which we had been sleeping. As a result, we both slept through the wetting. We wakes up much earlier than I do, and when he did, and rolled over to cuddle, he came in contact with the enormous wet spot underneath me. He shook me awake and asked something like “Rachel, everything ok?” He was clearly unsure whether the puddle was an accident or on purpose, as evidenced by the tone of his voice. I was pretty groggy but my body language made it rather clear that this has been an accident. I was hit with a wave of complicated emotions – embarrassment, concern about my husband’s comfort, worry that I got him wet or that my bladder might be acting up again, arousal, fear of rejection, that exhibitionistic thrill, and countless others. My husband couldn’t stick around for long as he doesn’t leave himself very much time to get ready in the morning, so after a very short and groggy chat he took off to get ready for work. I was left laying in a wet bed, my mind racing, the throbbing feeling of arousal sneaking its way between my legs, and feeling overall rather funny. I was still in bed, the sheets around me cold and wet, my wet panties still clinging to by body, when my husband rushed out the door maybe 30 minutes later. I think I must have snoozed a little, because when he came in to wish me a good day and give me a kiss, I felt like I was woken up again. He rushed out and this time I felt less confused. I look down at my crotch and the puddle under my bum and reveled in the distinct wet patch on my lavender sheets. I looked to see where my panties had become a little transparent and I could see the hint of my sex through them. I noticed that despite my having wet some time in the night, there were still parts of my panties that were still dry. By now, the confused thoughts of a teenage Rachel uncertain why she was getting turned on by something that wasn’t normal to be turned on by, or that was an inconvenient and embarrassing medical issue, had evaporated like morning fog, and instead were replaced with the naughty, sexy, age-play thoughts. My inner voice was no longer confused and a little bit scared, instead it was reprimanding me in its sternest Daddy voice, chastising me for having wet my bed, how I should know better, how maybe I didn’t deserve to wear big girl panties to bed, and other such things. My girl parts were throbbing when I finally got up a short while later. Pulsing with a wet urgency. I didn’t tidy up my bed just yet. Instead I slipped my panties off, and slid into the shower, to enjoy the warm wetness washing over me. After my shower I went back into my room and appreciated my wet spot from a couple of different angles, and artfully arranged my panties for a couple of shots. Then I lay back in bed, this time next to the wet spot and wet panties, and brought myself to a spectacular climax with the help of a couple of my toys. All the while glancing over at my wet spot and running through age play and bedwetting dialogues in my mind, conjuring up past accidents and play time fun. Clean up was also fun. I changed into a fresh pair of Little Mermaid panties (I still have a tonne of these, despite my initial thought that they’d sell well), and some lounging PJs and I stripped my bed. I then bundled everything up and did the walk of shame down to the laundry room, a walk I’ve done thousands of times in my life. After I had a chance to reflect on things further, I was a little worried about the accident, but I decided I’d wait to see if it was a one off, or whether there might be a problem, and I’d just enjoy it for what it was, an accident. I was rather proud of myself for how I was able to embrace the accident, rather than give in to all the other negative stuff that can crop up for me along with a wet bed. Since this time I’ve worn Goodnites to bed all week, just in case. Disappointingly I’ve had one other wet night; this morning, when I woke up in rather wet Goodnites. They didn’t leak, but they were rather wet, and once again I had been pretty responsible before bed. It wasn’t the same sexy experience, mostly because I didn’t have time to languish in bed. It felt more like old times, when I’d get up, throw out my wet Goodnite, shower and get on with my day. Even growing up, I usually only eroticized ‘planned’ accidents, or used past accidents as part of my masturbatory fantasies. I was seldom turned on after having a real accident (in bed or elsewhere). I’ve since booked an appointment with my urologist, just in case, but this isn’t for a good number of weeks. So until then, I’ll keep wearing protection at night, and see how things go. In the meantime, I thought folks might appreciate the images that got me so turned on! Rach
  5. (12:30 pm) Isabella walks in to Phineases backyard. "Watch'ya doing?" Isabella said to Phineases. Nothing, I don't know what we should do either. Phinease let out a long sigh. Isabella said "Hey! How about you help me and the Fireside girls get our desperation patches. "What's that?" Phineas asked. "So pretty much you just need to drink 4 liters of water and hold your pee in for 5 hours". Isabella replied. "Nah" Phinease said. "Wait where's perry?" (12:30) "Ok girls let's start" Isabella said starting to chug the water. The other girls picked up their water bottles and started chugging them as well. (1:00) "Ok where on our first hour let's do this!" Isabella said "Yeah!" The other Fireside girls yelled. (2:00) Katie started to appear quite desperate already. "I should've used the bathroom before we did this" Katie said. "Come on Katie you can do this" Isabella stated (3:30) "Uuuggghh" Katie sighed while forcefully holding her crotch. Gimger and Gretchen nodded in agreement while also starting to hold their crotches. (5:00) Katie gasped and stood up as small droplets came from her crotch "NO NO NO" Katie said then. A streams of yellow flowed out as a yellow puddle slowly grew around her. She blushed and a tear ran down her face. "Crap" Ginger said under breath as a little bit of piss came out. Phinease came behinds her and said "Boo!" Ginger screamed and fell to the ground as another puddle of piss formed in the room. Isabella, and Gretchen started to laugh while holding their croches (6:00) The timer beeped Isabella and Gretchen ran into the bathroom. Gretchen made it first. "Oh no" Isabella said. She started to hold her crotch. While hearing the stream of pee from Gretchen she became more and more desperate. Then a line of yellow came from her panties as the third puddle formed then the other Fireside girls who were behind Isabella started to empty their bladders a huge puddle appeared aground them. Gretchen got her desperation badge and all the other Fireside girls washed their clothes embarrassed. The End
  6. Live Action Omorashi

    I've noticed a lot of threads about people holding it, and then posting what is happening to them as time passes. I've decided to consolidate this into a single thread in order to keep the board from getting cluttered. I will keep this short and sweet. Basically, if you're holding it right now and you want an audience, go ahead and post in this thread. Mention things such as your level of desperation and provide as many details as you can. While I would prefer all live action stuff to go in this thread, that doesn't mean you are obligated to do it. If you would rather, you could always hold it, do what needs to be done, and then post a separate thread about what happened. This is subject to change as questions and problems arise.
  7. Hey Guys! I haven't posted here in a... couple of year. >_> Thought I'd share some of the art I've done recently as a warm up to getting back into using the site Most art will be commissions, as it's not often I get to draw my own characters so much. (Either Ashi or Kaze the green/blue pony!) Also mostly furry and pony art as I'm not particularly great with drawing humans. I do offer commissions, for those interested, Prices and such are on my Trello I also have Deviantart and FurAffinity!
  8. Ok i know this may have been asked before from someone else, but I am quite curious to know from everyone here... How exactly did it happen, and what exactly caused the feeling of getting aroused from holding pee and wetting yourself or witnessing it? This is such an insanely wierd and embarrasing fetish to have, and I can't even believe that i'm actually one of these Omo lovers posting on this site! Here is exactly how I got into pee. As a kid i wet myself a bit more than a boy should have (never happened in school luckily). Several of these vivid childhood memories of peeing myself, feeling the warm pee run down my legs, stuck with me. When I was 13 and my hormones started kicking in, i began to start craving pee like crazy and I did not know why! I thought i was the wierdest kid in the entire face of the earth. It all started with me touching my pee stream and the warmth of my pee got me excited. I started peeing in cups and tried drinking it. I layed in the tub and peed allover my face and body. A couple years later, I started remembering that feeling from way back... how good it felt to pee my pants and wanted to feel it again so bad. I started purposely wetting my pants in the tub. Some years later 19-21, i was on the train going home and I had to PEE bad! Luckily I made it home but after I had that orgasmic release, those early wetting memories smacked me in the face hard! I was so horny i was shivering! This was when I discovered that holding my pee was arousing to me. I did holds in my room and kept holding it in till i started spurting and couldn't take it. And if i were to see a woman desperate in public or godforbid have an accident, I would go home and do a hold to simulate this woman I saw. I thought i had a really serious mental problem. I started googling my symptoms, and eventually, i came across this word... Omorashi. And here I am! Guess I wasn't the only one. So now i would like to hear from others here your origins of this fetish. You don't have to be as long and discriptive as I was. I know my story was probably very basic but oh well. So how did it happen to you??
  9. Some observations...

    Inspired really by a few ‘fantasy’ threads, I thought I’d share a few little experiences that are more about the scenario and ‘what might have been’ rather than descriptions of obviously desperate struggles that I’ve observed. Maybe let your imagination run wild a little? For now, a few from hanging around the main railway station in the city, waiting for trains, as you do. Pretty early in the morning, I was talking to the man on the platform (who I knew) whilst he was walking from whatever he’d been doing to go and wait to make sure that the train that I was waiting for stopped in the right place. He seemed to be fidgeting a bit as he turned to walk along the platform, then he stopped and very briefly held himself with one hand before turning back, saying “I’m going for a pee, the train will have to sort itself out” and dashing off to the public toilets. When the train arrived, with the platform man still in the toilets, the driver stood waiting for everyone to get off (it was a busy train with it being the morning rush hour) whilst doing some pretty serious marching on the spot, remarking to me through his open window that he was “dying for a pee”, before dashing off as soon as the last passenger had alighted. Another time, much later in the day and no doubt with a lot of people’s actions ‘influenced’ by alcohol, I could see a bit of a crowd waiting for their local train home. One young-ish girl in particular stood out, standing uncomfortably with both hands shoved between her tightly squeezed legs, palms outwards and pressed against the very upper parts of her thighs. She didn’t really move from that position, not for very long at least, other than shuffling around slightly. The platform that they were waiting on is quite a way from the main part of the station (and the toilets!), so I can only guess that she, and her companion, didn’t want to risk missing their train. Just to prolong her suffering, security guards were making everyone get on the train through one door, so she had to shuffle off and join the queue to wait to get on and, presumably, get to the toilet as soon as possible. Even later in the day, a different evening, I was waiting for my train when a girl – at least a little bit drunk – wobbled up and asked me if I knew what time her train, the last one home for her, left and whether she’d have time to go to the toilet on the station. I replied, checking the screen nearby, and she decided that she wouldn’t have enough time without risking missing the train: “I’ll just have to hold it”. Although there should be a toilet on the train (which she didn’t seem to be aware of), it’s not exactly uncommon at that time of day to find it locked out of use because someone’s made it unusable. Obviously, in her inebriated judgment, she was confident of her ability to make it home (I don’t know how far she was going, but it’s forty minutes to the end of the line and then whatever journey she’d have to make after that), but I wonder how it might have worked out…
  10. CHAPTER 1 Ms. Chandler was a good-looking art teacher for her age. Lots of the male teachers and students thought that for 35 she was pretty attractive. Her hips were kind of big, but some meat on the legs was hotter on a woman than skin and bones. That day she had on tan, tight pants and brown shoes. She wore a white top and orange dress jacket, and her brown hair tied into a bun. Across the hall was Ms. Kringle. An English teacher with a muscular body, tan skin, curly blonde hair, and that day had on white heels, tight blue jeans, and a tight green shirt. Late twenties, and man did she raise the blood pressure of some of the boys in class. Down the other end was Ms. Marison. Black hair tied up in a ponytail, thin legs, but a shaped butt, and wore a white button down dress shirt that day and tight tan pants and brown high heels. Then, a student teacher named Ms. Jennie was teaching her class in math. She was tall, brown hair tied in a ponytail, nice breasts, and they showed in her tight, dark blue shirt. Just like her nice legs in those tight white pants. Ms. Kelso was a red head with long hair, bright skin and long, tan legs that were athletic-fit. She wore a short black skirt, blue tight top, and heels. They all had something in common. They were in their late-twenties to mid-thirties, attractive, and they all had a big cup of coffee before work, and refilled at school before first class. They all just taught two classes in a row and as one could imagine, their coffees had them feeling a bit of a build up in their bladders that felt hot and a little pushing. Ms. Chandler sat in her chair whistling as her students finished their works. Her legs crossed. She wasn’t dying to go (yet) but who knew? What if they had a fire drill, a lockdown, she worried. The bell rang, and she along with the other teachers in their classrooms got up, guided their students out, and were ready to move forward for relief. Ms. Kelso locked her room door and began to walk off but was pulled back. Her key was stuck in the door. She yanked on it but no use. “Oh no,” she said worried, her legs shook. She clenched her fit tan legs together as she fought for her keys. Her room key was also the teacher lavatory key. Her glasses fogged as sweat dripped from her head. “Come on!” she begged as she put a foot on the wall and pulled back and got her key out. She thanked the lord and ran off. “Damn!” she said. She saw the school’s one teacher’s lavatory (they had a small school) with a line of the four other teachers outside of it. That only made the pressure in her build up. All five waited in line. The order went Chandler at the front, then Kringle, Marison, Jennie, and Kelso. Their legs went from a crossed to foot tapping motion as their lips did that sexy pounce like they want to kiss as they waited, annoyed how long it was taking. When Ms. Chandler had gotten there before first she stuck her key in to enter the one person bathroom, but no good. It was locked from the inside. She struggled with turning her key as someone was locked within. She stepped back as she heard from behind the door them releving themselves making her own pains worse. “Of all days to have to pee bad, right?” Ms. Chandler said to the girls behind her. The other teachers nodded in agreement. Ms. Kringle had her hands in her jeans pockets. She bounced a little in place. Marison looked at her watch as she waved back and forth feeling her inner preasure slowly build up to more discomfort. Marison said, “Um, ladies…there’s only a minute before the bell.” They all looked like they had seen a ghost. “Oh, oh!” A couple of them said. Due to safety policies for students teachers had to be back in classes before the bell. There was no way they were all going to get to go. Ms. Chandler knocked on the door. “Um, excuse me?” “Just a sec!” the voice behind said. “It’s just the bell is almost here. We all need to go, so please wrap it up.” After about twenty seconds, Chandler was going to knock again, but the occupant came out. It was a student, senior Lizzie Banks. The Principal’s daughter. Their jaws all dropped. “Hey!” Marison said. “You’re not suppose to be in there. It’s our bathroom.” Lizzie put her hands on her hips. “Like I care. Daddy gave me keys to every room in the school in case of emergency. Besides it’s impossible to put makeup on in the student bathrooms with a crowd in there.” She wasn’t even going to the bathroom, yet made all these poor teachers and their filled bladders wait. “Whatever,” Chandler said. She started to walk in, but the bell rang. They all had to go back to class. NO CHOICE! They moaned and walked back, except for Ms. Kelso who was at the end of the line and dancing pretty much. “Well I lucked out!” she said. “Next two classes are off for me!” And there she went, into the bathroom, panties pulled down, and letting it all out. She let out a sigh of relief. The others were so jealous. Would they get to as wel?...... TO BE CONTINUED…
  11. Edith had to go pee. Right. Now. She'd had to go since about five minutes after their last pit stop. Edith was incredibly determined to make it to their next planned stop without asking for the bathroom. She knew it was a hassle for Mom and Dad to make another stop and have to unbuckle her little brother from his wheelchair. She bit her lip and looked out over the landscape. She could've sworn they'd crossed the border over to Utah by now, but she hadn't seen any signs. She longingly looked at the gas station as they drove by, wishing Dad would need to stop and buy another pack of smokes. Edith adjusted her legs, trying not to draw attention from her three siblings. Her older brother, Elias, pushed up his red wire-framed glasses and scrunched up his nose as he stared intently at his Gameboy Advance. It was one of those cool flip-up “SP” ones; Mom and Dad had just bought it for him for his 14th birthday. Edith was jealous; she was stuck with Eli's hand-me-down old school Gameboy and Pokemon Blue. Eli had saved up his allowance to buy Pokemon Sapphire, which looked amazing on that little back-lit screen. Edith tried to focus on her jealousy instead of her desperate urge to pee, but it wasn't working very well. She quickly pressed her legs together and tightened her hold. Edith winced, realizing she might not make it much longer. “Daddy!” Edith's younger sister, Esther, called from the back seat of the van. “What is it, pumpkin?” “Daddy I need to go pee,” Esther sang the word 'pee' like she was auditioning for a musical. It was like the eight-year-old was expecting woodland creatures to carry her off to the toilet at the drop of a hat. “Can you hold it, princess? We just passed a gas station, but we can pull over as soon as another one comes along.” “I can hold it for a while,” Esther reassured their dad. Edith, on the other hand, was bursting. She was jiggling her legs, doing a kind of seated potty dance. “Can you stop that for, like five seconds?! Please?! I'm trying to concentrate,” Elias barked. Edith crossed one leg over the other, trying not to bounce too much. She felt a tiny stream of pee escape and drip into her Paul Frank panties, but quickly plugged the flow. She stuck her hand between her legs and held herself. Edith was thankful that Elias wasn't paying close enough attention to realize how desperate she was. On their last family road trip, before their youngest brother Ezra was born, Elias had taunted Edith the whole trip. Every time she needed to go to the bathroom he told her to think about waterfalls and made gushing and spurting sounds with his mouth. She peed her pants only twice the whole trip, but Elias never let her live it down. Edith's bladder had become stronger than it was when she was five, going on six. Now at eleven, almost twelve, she felt like she was grown enough to handle holding it. And she wouldn't let Elias win this one. Another spurt erupted from her urethra, dampening her panties and possibly her embroidered denim shorts. Edith was afraid to check. “Daddy! Oh my gosh, I see a gas station!” Esther squealed with joy from the back seat. Ezra, who had been quiet for a while, let out a goofy laugh. “Perfect timing,” Dad said, “I'm ready to stretch my legs.” Edith squeezed her quivering legs together and leaned forward. It was about time; she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it for. Dad pulled into the gas station and unlocked the van. Esther flung open the sliding door and ran, holding herself, for the gas station door. Elias closed his Gameboy and shoved it into his backpack. “I gotta go too,” he said, running after his youngest sister. “Edie, would you help me with Ezra?” Mom asked. “Um,” Edith squeaked, pressing hard on her urethra, unsure if she could even get up without letting loose. “It'll only take a minute, hun,” Mom reassured her. “Mom, I really need to-” “Can you unbuckle him and I'll unload the wheelchair?” Edith cautiously got up from her seat, being very careful not to disturb her too-full bladder. She could feel the pressure as she changed positions and slipped into the back seat. Her five-year-old brother stared off in the distance, seemingly unaware of the world around him. He smiled and waved his arms as if he were conducting an orchestra. Edith wondered for a moment what Ezra would be like without cerebral palsy. She unbuckled him from the wheelchair car seat contraption that was especially built for the family's van and Mom lowered him and his chair down the ramp. Edith was still trying to disguise her potty dance, but failing terribly. Mom wasn't paying any attention, but if she had been, she would've shook her head and told Edith to just go. From the corner of her eye, she could see her little sister running back to the car, holding a giant bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. They were Dad's favourite and she'd suckered him into buying a bag for her. Edith sighed; she was a little jealous, but at least the bathroom was free. She slowly headed towards the gas station bathrooms, every few steps having to squeeze herself. A few tiny drips of pee made their way down her leg, but nothing drastic enough for anyone to notice. When she finally made it to the bathroom door, she felt like she'd finally found her oasis. Edith let out a giant sigh and tried for the door. It didn't budge. She tried again. “Hey! I'm peeing here!” Elias bellowed. “Elias?!” “Can I not just use the bathroom in peace?!” “Eli- I-I really need to go... can you please...” “Seriously, can you give me a damn minute?!” Edith could hear the sound of a fast, hard stream and it made her even more desperate. She was ready to let go, but she couldn't. She could hear that he had finished and had flushed, but he was taking his sweet time washing his hands. “Eli! Please! I really, really, really need to go!” A loud groan came from inside the bathroom. “I'm almost done, for god's sake!” Edith banged on the door again, “Hurry!” she shouted in a voice that was almost unrecognizably desperate. She was hopping and dancing, trying to keep it all in. None of it was working. She felt a leak and held herself tighter. Moving around wasn't helping, but standing still was next to impossible. She tried to hold her breath and close her eyes. She thought about the last time she'd been in this much trouble. During Spring Break, she went on a Girl Guides camping trip and had drank almost a whole two-liter cola as a dare from another girl in her cabin. She didn't have time to use the toilets before they left camp. Edith had to hold all that soda for what felt like an hour on the bus. Thankfully, the girl sitting next to her also needed to use the bathroom and they helped each other through the situation by distracting one another. Edith made the mistake of making her partner laugh, though, which ended in her bus mate losing control before they got back home. Edith still felt bad about that whole scenario. The girl who wet herself never came back to Guides. Edith knocked on the door again. “Elias! I-I have to go really b-badly! Please... let me go pee!” She heard the sink and Elias pushed the door open. “God, you're so impatient!” he grumbled. Edith gave him a half smile and let herself into the dirty bathroom. She didn't want to sit on the seat, but she had no choice. Time was running out. Another tiny trickle escaped into her already soaked panties. She pulled down her shorts with some difficulty and sat down on the grimy toilet seat, feeling a hard rush of urine... fill her underwear. Edith gasped, realizing her mistake. There was no going back now. The Paul Frank money on the front of her panties was completely soaked through and she could feel pee sticking to her hot skin. She looked down at her shorts and realized that they were much wetter than expected. A large wet spot had gathered at the crotch and backside of her shorts. She swore she'd held most of it in! Edith wanted to cry. She couldn't go back to the car with wet shorts. Her heart was throbbing with anxiety. She finished peeing and went to the sink, trying to wash the urine out of her panties and shorts. The water was just making everything worse. She tried to blow dry her clothes in the push-button hand dryer, but it barely worked. Tears streamed down Edith's face. She would never hear the end of this from Elias and Esther. She pulled on her soaking panties and drenched denim shorts and made her way back to the car. “Edie, honey, are you okay?” Mom asked. Edith shook her head. “I... I had an accident,” she whispered. “We've got some clean clothes for you in the back of the car,” Mom replied. “Your brother and sister don't even have to know.” She handed Edith a backpack and sent her back to the bathroom. But before she could wander off, she heard Elias snickering. “Ha! Did you pee your pants, Edie? That's hilarious!” he laughed. Esther rolled down the window of the front seat. “Oh my gosh, you peed your pants?! Are you, like five?!” Esther giggled mercilessly. Edith's lip quivered. She wanted to run away and cry, but she just stood there, trying to cover her soaked jeans.
  12. Pure madness

    CHAPTER ONE - Alice, repeat what I said? - the voice of the teacher wrenched from her thoughts a seventeen-year-old dark-haired and a hazel-eyed student. Alice looked at the desk standing under the blackboard. However, her eyes were still "unconscious" and she was shifting in her chair. The teacher looked disapprovingly at one of her best students. Only because Alice had only the best grades, she did not let her come to the board. Meanwhile, Alice fought a weakness she had never felt in her life before. Alice Dabrowsky, because that is what our heroine is called, she had one quirk. She hated school toilets. She just could not pee in the school. She went to the bathroom during "difficult days" and only when she had no other choice. She always left her physiological needs home. That day, however, she apparently exaggerated with drinks. During the long break she drank almost a liter of still water and now, during the last lesson, she felt as if all the fluid was going to come out of it. If it were not that she never went to the ladies to pee, she might ask the teacher for permission to leave, and now ... she had to wait for the bell, thankfully - the last one that day. It was an extraordinary circumstance because the class had two more Polish lessons in the plan, but the teacher had an accident the previous day and broke his leg. Before the replacements were organized, the management had to cancel all lessons with this professor. "Phew, how happy. If I had to sit two more Poles, I would probably peed myself" thought Alice. And it was these thoughts that caused her to drift away and expose herself to a geography teacher. Fortunately, she did not have to get up ... Meanwhile, the lesson slowly - too slowly, she thought - was heading to the end. The girl had no intention of wasting time. As soon as the bell sounded, she intended to grab her things and leave the school. She had plans for the afternoon, and an additional hour and a half helped greatly in their implementation. All you had to do was go home, leave things and ... leave. The Greeks said that to go a mile, first you have to go half a mile, and to do it, first you have to beat a quarter and so on. Alice has not listened to the lecture for a while yet only counted the minutes to the bell. And the longer she counted, the slower the time flowed, and her bladder filled more and more. By the end of the lesson, it was still about 15 minutes, when Lena suddenly rose from the next bench - one of Alicia's closest friends. She approached the teacher and she nodded. Lena left the classroom. "She went to pee," thought Alice, and squeezed her thighs. This has not been yet! She has to clench her legs so that we do not pee. She is not a little girl. Never since she remembered had she had wet pants. She remembered how many times in kindergarten and primary school she had seen, or heard someone pee in panties. Probably none of her friends could say the same thing to Alice. Until today... Lena returned after 2 minutes. By the end of the lesson she was getting closer and closer, and Al felt that she would not last long. The bell is a few minutes, ok - that's all it can do, but then it will be half an hour to come home ... Even the iron bladder, as she thought about herself, cannot stand it. However, Alice did not do much of the signals sent to her by the body. She believed all the time that she would never, ever - ever pee in underpants. The teacher finished lecturing the subject of the lesson and allowed the students to pack things. The bell was to be called in 3 minutes. Alice waited like a sprinter in blocks. Finally… The rattle of the bell sounded like the most joyful melody. Alice - as she assumed - grabbed a bag of books and was one of the first at the door. She ran out into the corridor without looking back. She did not even hear that Anne - her best friend, with whom she shared the bench from the junior high - was calling for her to wait. After all, they were walking in the same direction, going home with the same tram and switching to the same bus. Finally, they lived in neighboring blocks. Alice did not wait for her friend this time. She ran like crazy to the tram stop just to see the red lights of the departing car in front of her. "Fuck" - she cursed in her mind and at the same time she felt a contraction in the bottom of her stomach. She looked at the timetable display. The next tram was supposed to be in twenty minutes. Alice did not intend to stand that much. She walked to the side where she should go. About two kilometers later there was a bus stop from where you could catch a bus towards the house. Alice managed to forget for a time that she really wanted to pee. It turned out that she had luck on that day (two canceled lessons) and misfortune. When it reached the bus stop - the bus was leaving it. Now Alice knew she had a problem. If she decided to go on foot, the road would have taken her for over half an hour. The next bus was supposed to be in 20 minutes, which meant that the house would be in ... half an hour. "However you did not turn, ass is always behind" - she thought. At that moment she realized how much she needed to pee. She started to shuffle from one foot to the other, cross her legs, lean forward, and crouched down. Nothing helped. The need grew and Alice knew now that she had to come up with something. "I have only two options, and none of them is out of the question," she thought. Indeed: she could go to McDonald's, which was a few dozen meters from the bus stop, or... let it go in trousers. The first solution involved going to the public toilet. Admittedly, Alice was not entirely sure if her aversion to this type of bathrooms concerns everyone to whom foreign strangers go, or only the ones at school, but when she wondered more deeply about it, she came to the conclusion that, however, in McD’s, he did not get any better either. So what? Go in fucking panties? The answer came quickly. Alice’s next contraction was not as strong anymore and she suddenly felt herself getting hot. Although the traffic in the city was considerable, and the cars were making noise as usual, she had the impression that she could hear the noise of her own urine flowing into her panties, and then through the trousers on the pavement. It lasted a long time. Alice did not even try to stop the flood. She realized that it did not make sense. Panties and pants were already wet, her reputation in the event someone saw her - ruined, and if she fought with the inevitable, she would still need to pee ... She was one happy that she did not wait for Anne. In the meantime, the bus finally arrived. Alice, as she calculated, after a half-hour trip she found herself at the door of the house. She put the key in the lock and, to her surprise, she understood that the door was open. It meant only one thing: mom is at home !!!
  13. Hi, I am asking about this youtube video: I have known about this clip several years; probably first found it somewhere around here on omorashi.org :) Anyway, reading the youtube comments, some people are saying there is or was another part to this video (apparently at least 10 minutes long) where we see the desperate girl go to the restrooms and later return. Does anyone know anything about that second part? I couldn't find anything on youtube. All I know it is from this rally in Guanajuato, Mexico in year 2012. So, can someone link the second part? Or, if it was deleted or something, maybe someone has saved it, and can you please post it here? Thanks :)
  14. So in case you couldn't tell I really, REALLY enjoyed making a comic out of my all-time favorite story from the ToiletStool forums. And by that I mean there are dozens of others I've saved for their quality, and they deserve similar treatments I think. The only problem is these comics take time, I treat them as full productions so each one I gotta design the characters for, possibly some sets to flesh out the story, and all the coloring..I know you guys liked my last one but in order to take up so much of my time away from work for these I feel like this is my best option. Below are a collection of stories that I've set my eyes on for the next rounds. 5 wetting stories plus a 10-in-1 comic from one accident prone poster from around 5 years ago will definitely be made, and those are at the top marked with tentative prices. Since the site now has the option to sell content and I feel my content qualifies as merchandise, these full scale comics will follow the style of the first with a little more solidity to them. And since I don't intend any misrepresentation you can read the stories they're based on in full so you have a pretty good idea of what you're paying for. That said I've also marked some much shorter stories that will become comics about half the size of Silly Sarah, since the desperation buildup and/or aftermath isn't there. Those shall be free, as a lot of stuff here is free and these ones won't take as much. And then there's also a list of stories I'd like to do but they're lower priority, season 2 I guess. That's where you guys come in, tell me which ones you wanna see happen and how much you'd be willing to pay. This is all for you guys so I wanna provide the best service possible to turn this perverse hobby of mine into just some pocket change for me and a lot of wetting comics for you. One final note is although these are all either wetting or peeing stories, some of them contain messing content, so those have been marked for your discretion. Right now the only definite poop story is part of the Stephanie series, which is going to be a pretty huge scope comic even for me so I may split that one up minus the earlier scenes. The ones definitely happening: Aimee M_Hospital_Burst.docx $2 Amy_Peed_my_pants_in_Disney_World.docx $2 Brittany_twins_universal.docx (2 in 1, one fear wetting one laughing) $4 tabitha_held_it_too_long.docx $2 Stephanie.docx (10 stories in 1, contains 3 poop scenes at the moment) $10 These ones are shorter and will be free. Yogi will be the first one. yogi.docx Vanessa_movie_accident.docx Kaitlin_Another_story.docx Jane_Road_Trip.docx Ashley_car_poop.docx (warning needed?) Allison_doctor.docx And then these are bigger stories I wanna do but not before the first five, so give em a read and tell me what you think, or link to your own discoveries - it really is a mine there. Mostly shit but traces of gold ;) There are 2 graduation stories and 3 babysitting stories so that as well might need some voting on to narrow down. Ashley_O_Two_Accidents.docx (contains a poop accident) Carla_Darn_Dog.docx Graduation_wetting.docx Jennifer_Accident_in_College.docx Jessica_Rest_Stop_Accident.docx Maddy.docx (contains poop) Marissa.docx Mylissa_Graduation_Pee.docx Sonya_Sue_Babysitting_Braxton.docx the nanny.docx (contains poop) Danni_Disneyland_pee.docx
  15. casino desperation

    Kate is a blonde woman in her 30's wearing a black blouse and gray pants. She and her husband are in a casino that is currently under renovations. Kate and her husband love to gamble, which is how they first met. They would spend hours on casinos whenever they would get vacation time from their jobs. Several hours in Kate starts to get an uncmfortable feeling in her bladder. Kate is the type of person who doesn't realie she needs to go, until SHE REALLY NEEDS TO GO. Kate knew this as a well known fact, so she told her husband that she has to make a dash to the restroom. Kate bends down for a bit and then starts running towards the bathroom. On her path she sees a big fountain gushing water out. This makes her bladder kick into overdrive. Kate makes her way to the bathroom, but the stall is occupied. She also starts to hear singing. A big lady in a funny looking poofy hairstyle wearing a fancy black dress is singing. Kate guesses that this place is so fancy that even the bathroom has entertainment. "got to let go and the start the show got to let go of all I hold" The words "let go" and "all I hold" start to make Kate feel even worse. She starts crossing her legs and breathing more heavily. "got to let go and feel the flow got to let go of all I hold" Kate starts bobbing up and down. The person occuping the stall takes quite a while. She starts leaking a little bit into her panties. Kate knocks on the door. "almost there" responds the lady. Kate hears a flush, which makes her hold her crotch intensily and bend down as her bladder aches. The door open and she runs into the stall. Sweet relief. Kate is letting all her pee out and the flow is nonstop. It feels really good and her bladder deflates a bit too. Two women are currently waiting as well, Jane and Ellen. Jane is a blonde wearing tight leather pants, and a black jacket. She is short and somewhere in her early 30's. She is grabbing onto her crotch, feeling the tightness of her pants onto her bladder. Ellen is a much taller woman with the same type of hair but she is wearing a small black dress. She has smooth long legs and a nice body. She is crossing her legs every now and then and also fidgeting a little bit. As for Jane, before Jane got into this mess. Jane is the one who ot hit by the renovations. Jane is the type of person who goes to the bathroom BEFORE things get bad. She likes to be prepared. She is fairly new to gambling so she decided to tag a long with a few friends. After a few drinks she tells her friends that she needs to pee. She rushes to the bathroom only to find it closed due to renovations. She asked a member of staff where the other bathroom is and he points to where it is. Jane makes her way to the other bathroom. This one is open. One stall is out of order but the other stall is free. There is no line. It seems like her luck could turn around. As soon as she enters an older lady pushes her out of the way and closes the door. Through the door she heard - "I'm sorry I ate some bad seafood and I-" You could hear the diarrhea from the other side. "sorry but I do know where the other bathroom is, it's past the big fountain not too far from here" Jane is fidgeting in her tight leather pants, her bladder begins to fill up even more and she needs to make a dash to the other bathroom if she wants to make it. She passes the ungodly water fountain and it makes cross her legs and hold her crotch for a few seconds. She makes her way to the bathroom and sees one person waiting, one person using up the stall and a lady singing. Fast forward to now. Kate relieving herself can be heard from outside the stall, the lady who finished using the stall before kate is washing her hands. Both the flowing water and Kate peeing make this hell for Jane. Jane bites her lip and bends down while holding her crotch. A trickle of pee flows into her panties and she pushes her hand in her crotch even harder to stop it. Meanwhile the singer is still singing: "got to let go like a waterfall and forget it all of the things I know" Ellen is not taking any of this "can you sing something else please?!" The lady still continues to sing "got to let go and feel the flow got to let go of all I hold" Ellen is crossing and uncrossing her legs. "This is unbelievable" A spurt comes out from Jane and she is trying so hard to stop the leaks. She hears the flush from Kate's stall which makes Jane leak even more. She runs to the stall the second Kate came out. Now it was Ellen's turn to withstand the pain of hearing Kate wash her hands and Jane relieve herself. It was like a cycle of madness. The flowing water from the sink was causing Ellen to bite her lip and shake her hips up and down. Ellen is a ruthless manager of the casino that this is happening at and she got her way by working hard and always speaking her mind. Normally this would be seen as a burden in a professional environment but Ellen uses that attitude to expose things or shine the light on truth on things. Her mentality got her up to manager. The fact that this singing lady wasn't paying attention to her was driving her nuts. Ellen drank a lot of water. She kept herself hydrated because she was working extra hard during renovations. She needed to make sure everything was in order. All that water and the fountain near the bathroom made her want to go pee. Her small tight business skirt was making matters worse so she decided to take a quick break to go pee. In the bathroom there was two people waiting and someone in the stall. There was also this weird lady singing. Her voice was pretty good. Kate left the bathroom but the peeing coming from Jane still is making Ellen profusely sweat. She was shaking her hips and doing a pee dance. She didn't care that the person behind her could see, she was bursting. The lady kept singing. "got to let go and feel the flow got to let go of all I hold of all I hold" Ellen leaked into her panties as she was waiting for Jane to finish. She put her hands up her smooth legs and pressed her fingers into her skirt. Kate flushed the toilet and Ellen began to breathe intensely and bite her lip. She was shaking her legs waiting on the seconds she can finally pee. Suddenly the singer started dancing around the room and held Ellen's hands. She was dancing with Ellen but Ellen couldn't even dance with her. She was in so much pain she couldn't even tell her off like she normally would. The singer twirled Ellen to the back of the bathroom and out the door. As soon as Jane left the stall to go wash her hands, the singer went into the stall to pee. The lady that was previously behind Ellen, who was also bursting was staring blankly at the whole scene. No one knew what the fuck was going on. The lady who was waiting behind Ellen was a big woman with very light blonde hair. She wore a red dress and was absolutely bursting. She had several drinks with her friends and she has been waiting a for a while. Her name was Beth. She was shaking her hips. Jane was already gone and there was no one washing their hands but hearing the singer pee made beth put both hands in her crotch. The singer was peeing for a solid minute. Outside the bathroom Ellen wa arguing with the lady who was originally last in line. The lady was named Maxine and she was around her mid thirtie, she was a brunette that wore her hair in a big bun. She wore a thin black dress which had those transparent arm things. "I- was here... first" She leaked a little as she argued. Maxine was a fast talker and she was shaking as she was talking. "I understand what you're going through and I get that you were first but I am really bursting here and from what I know is that you are the manager of the establishment and I'm the customer and the customer is always right" there was no pausing in her sentence, she talked a mile a minute and Ellen was in too much pain to even argue back. The dancer was washing her hands and Beth was peeing. Her flow was like a waterfall. Since she is a rather large lady the pee roared down into the toilet. As Ellen (the manager) and Maxine (the fast talker) were arguing, the lady that was behind beth was crying. Her name was jenn and she had light brown hair in a small bun. She had a black dress on. She was bursting so much that tears came out of her eyes and she absolutely couldn't take it. The singer stopped as she was watching Jenn finally let out all the pimped up pee she was holding during the whole wait. The pee was flowing straight down her dress and there was huge wet spot in the dress. Jenn ran out of the bathroom still crying. Beth came out of the stall and walked around the puddle to was her hands. Maxine jumped over the puddle and went into the stall. The singer continued singing about letting go and waterfalls. Beth was washing her hands and the flowing water was making Ellen leak even more into her panties. Ellen was in desperate need to let go. Maxine wanted to mock Ellen due to the argument and began to loudly proclaim her relief. "oh yes! That feels SO good!" "The flow of my pee is making my bladder feel SO RELAXED" With the flowing water, Maxine's remarks, and the singer singing about letting go, Ellen felt like she was about to burst. Her bladder felt like it was about to pop. She ached to get into the stall. She put her hand up to her panties to prevent the next small spurt or leak. A small leak came through and ran through her fingers. Beth left the restroom and Ellen could hear a bucket sloshing it's way into the bathroom. It was a janitor. Maxine wanted to take her sweet time to make Ellen feel worse. The janitor knocked on the door and said "you better finish up because I need to clean." "ok then" Maxine flushed and came out. She began to wash her hands. Ellen was trying not to stare at the sink. The janitor was drenching his mop with water to clean the puddle. "Sorry lady but I need to clean, can you step out for a bit? This won't take long.. wait aren't you the manager?" "I think bossman was calling you, I'm going to take about 5 minutes and bossman says he needs to tell you something quick before his break, by the time were done you can go back, I'll even hold the next line for you" Ellen gasped for air and responded with a strain in her voice "I appreciate it but I'm ah!" she spurt a little. "I'm about to burst, please PLEASE let me in" "Sorry manager no can do we got a puddle here and this bathroom is filthy my break is about to start so I gotta clean this ASAP" He begins to clean the puddle and the water sloshing made Ellen tear up. Ellen ran out to not hear that torture anymore. Her boss was standing outside the bathroom. Ellen was pee dancing. She couldn't help it and her boss woud surely understand. "Ellen! I'm so glad you been running things smoothly. You made renovations bearable, and before I go on break make sure that there is no messes on the buffet" "I appreciate it" responded Ellen in a strained voice. "Are you ok?" her boss was oblivious. "I really need to pee" "Well I suggest you go know before getting your guys to clean up the buffet." Ellen would go to the buffet bathrooms but they are all the way on the other side of casino and they are usually packed. Plus, the janitor is holding up any lines just for her. Ellen still had to wait for the janitor was the bathroom was locked. She stood right in front of it so no one can go before her. She knocked the door while crossing her legs with dear life. "I'm almost done" "Please... jus- let me in" she could barely form a sentence. Another leak came out. This one lasted longer than the others. There was wet spot in her skirt. She was embarassed that customers might see that. Ellen kept crosing her legs and she bent down AND held her crotch. The holy trinity of actions to prevent pee accidents. Sadly Ellen's bladder was giving out. Her pee kept flowing and she couldn't stop. It felt so good. The pee trickled down her legs nonstop. She rolled her eyes up as if she was posessed. The pee felt almost ograsmic. She finally was able to let go after drinking all that water and holding it for so long. Too bad it was in public. A group of people were watching the spectacle some people were taking pictures. Ellen started crying. The janitor opened the door. "whoops another mess" he laughed. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY" screamed Ellen. The janitor told her to get in the bathroom and lock the door. The singer wasn't there. "Hey" The janitor was speaking through the door. "I know shit sucks but I could use my breaktime to buy you a new skirt from the gift shop, what's your size?" Ellen told him her size all teary eyed. "My panties are also wet" "Don't worry I got it" The janitor ran off to the gift shop and bought her a jean skirt and some panties with the brand of the casino on it. He went back to the bathroom, opened the door, and told her to change in the stall. She felt like she was in a VIP bathroom, although she was still embarassed about the situation. She changed and went back to work. She got her staff to clean up the buffet efficiently and quickly. The talk about her peeing died down and thankfully she identified the dude that took the picture and told him that if he posted it, the company was allowed to kick him out. He argued about it but the Manager told him off and he decided to give up and continue gambling. I don't know how to end this story but Ellen just went on in her day I guess lol
  16. The goal of this particular interactive is to not pee your pants. Or to pee your pants in an interesting way. There are 10 possible endings and dozen of exciting paths! :p *** You wake up to the sound of your phone chiming an aggressively loud tone. Bleh. You hate walking up to an alarm. Particularly on a Saturday when you didn't even need to get up. You really need to go into your phone's settings and set the alarm to weekdays only. But not right now. Right now you are bursting for a pee. As you force yourself out of bed you idly wonder if everyone needs to pee as soon as they wake up? Or if it's just you? You don't bother with a robe. It's not that cold and your roommate Dee is the only other person in the house. Pajamas are plenty formal enough for Dee. They are even nice pajamas for a change. Your Mom decided for your birthday last month that you needed better than sweats and a T-shirt in case you ever had "company" and picked you out a cute pair of flannelette polka-dot pj's. It's getting almost too warm for them, you muse, might need to switch to just panties and that old T in a couple of weeks. When you reach the bathroom door you are annoyed to find it locked. You can just hear the sound of running water behind the door. Dee must be having a shower. Damn it. You really need to pee. Like now. Would you like to; Knock on the door and yell at Dee to hurry up? Turn to page 12 Wait until she is done showering? Turn to page 31 Pee in the kitchen sink? Turn to page 26 Find something else to pee in? Turn to page 28
  17. female Hold it, Harley!

    (Please take note that this takes place in the "Batman: The Animated Series" universe, and that this is my first interactive story) Uh oh... Harley Quinn silently followed behind Mister J. Her makeup had been washed from her face by the Gotham River, only a bit of her eyeliner and lipstick remaining. Her outfit was soaked. Boy, she would definitely have to get the Bat back for this. But that wasn't on her mind right now. The main problem she was focused on was her partner, Mister J. His footsteps squished with every step as they walked into his Ha-Hacienda, the lights turned off from when they had left. He dripped dirty river water, ripping off the glove stuck to his right hand, squeezing it in his left as he walked slowly towards the darkness. His dark green hair had become almost black, the curling in on itself and resting on his forehead. He's never this quiet, not even when that psychopath beats him and ruins my puddin's plan. "Y... You feelin' okay, hon?" Her voice quivered as the Joker stomped up into the upper level of the hideout. "How do you think I feel, Harley?" Mister J clasp his hands behind his back, holding the glove between his hands. "The Bat barges in right on time, makes us put back all the money we hadn't put in the car, then you crash my car into the sea, making us lose the rest of our profit!" "B-Batman took out on of the tires, M-Mister J, I-I couldn't-" "You couldn't?!" He turned back to her, a wide, angry frown spread across his face. "That's all I've heard you say this last few weeks! 'Sorry puddin', I couldn't get a good shot on him'," his voice became high, speaking with a poor imitation of Harley's accent. "'Sorry hon, I couldn't get to you fast enough', 'Sorry Mista J, I couldn't find my wallet'. Every time I need you for something, you're never there, you're never prepared!" he brought his gloveless right hand up to his forehead, trying to rub his pain away. The Joker turned away from her, looking back up towards the end of the staircase. "I'm beginning to think you're doing this on purpose, Harley..." Harley gasped, shocked that he would even doubt that she was loyal. "I would never, Mister J!" "Well, what am I supposed to think when you keep ruining my plans?" He stepped up to the second level. "Maybe it's about time I found someone else to help me..." Mister J stepped into their room and quickly closed the door on Harley. She quickly rushed up to the door, knocking. "Puddin', don't say that!" She said with tears in her eyes. She couldn't lose her Mister J, she wouldn't be able to live with out him! "Please, I'll rob a bank for ya!" "That's the oldest joke in the book, think of something clever." "I-I'll capture the Bat and bring him to you!" "You did that the last time..." "What do you want me to do, hon?!" Harley pulled down the head of her costume, her blonde locks rolling down onto her shoulders. She pressed an ear to her door. "I'll do anything!" Mister J remained silent for a moment, before a sudden gasp came from the other side of the door. It pushed open, nearly knocking her down the stairs. He stepped out with a large smile, wider than usual. "I've got it!" "Whatever you want, puddin'!" Harley smiled widely, "You can hold your bladder!" Her happy smile quickly curled into a confused frown, her head tilting askew slightly. "Excuse me, Mister J?" "What? It's a slow, yet satisfying joke, with a big climax to send it off! Doesn't it sound great?!" "'Course, hon." Harley forced a smile, despite still being rather confused. Whatever it takes to make my puddin' happy. "Now, you'll hold it for as long as I want you to, now won't you, Harley?". "Whatever my puddin' wants." She followed behind him. ------------ What should Mister J make Harley Quinn do first? [1]: Give Harley a bottle of water and allow her to continue with the rest of her day [2]: Make Harley go out and rob a few places to make up for what they lost, all while she continues to intake fluids [3]: Spend the rest of her day with him, doing whatever he likes for her to do [4]: Other/Write-in
  18. A/N: In this thread I will post all of the fics I do for a user on this site. For now, we're going to have a wide variety of cartoons, with both male and female omorashi popping up, depending on the story. This first one focuses on Frankie from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. Frankie often busies herself with chores, to the point that she gets lost in them and forgets to take care of her other needs. That’s exactly what she’s doing one day, when she realizes that she feels the urge to pee, something that has probably been going on for a while, but that she’s only just noticed. Since it’s already at a point that she really can’t ignore, she decides to go ahead and take care of that as quickly as she can, and heads off to look for the bathroom. The first bathroom that she comes to has a bit of a line of imaginary friends, and she isn’t sure if it’ll be worth waiting, when she can just find another one with less of a wait. However, every bathroom that she comes across seems to be the same situation, and she continues searching, her desperation growing with each step that she takes. Her bladder is more full than she realized, and even walking proves to be a bit of a pain, causing her overfull bladder to slosh, and make her afraid that she might leak. It’s rare that she’s in a situation where she’s this desperate, and she prays that she doesn’t end up in a situation where she actually wets herself. All she can do is try to hold back as much as possible, pressing on in the hopes that at least one bathroom won’t have a ridiculous wait time. Even a small line would be fine, though, in the back of her mind, she knows that if she’d just waited at the first one she came to, then she probably would have been able to go by now, she tries not to think about that. No point in dwelling on the past now. Frankie is growing so desperate now that she can’t believe she ever let it get this bad.It hasn’t been this bad in a really long time, and she’s starting to panic, wondering if she really is going to be pushed so far that she wets herself. More than anything, she wants to avoid that happening, but by now, she can’t even walk normally. After passing so many bathrooms, it’s obvious to anyone who notices how strangely she’s walking that she’s dealing with a full bladder, and she wonders if there’s any bathroom in the house that isn’t constantly in use. Her bladder aches for relief, but no matter how she searches, she can’t find it. The lines are so bad, and her bladder is so full, and she’s beginning to panic, really not sure now if she’s going to be able to make it or not. She whimpers, imagining the humiliation that would occur if she were to wet herself in the house. After all, she would be the one who’d have to clean it up, and walk around in her wet clothes, and everyone would soon know what had happened to her. No matter what, she has to avoid that outcome. She knows that she absolutely can’t take it anymore, and so, she makes a mad dash for the kitchen, or, at least, she moves as quickly as she can right now without losing control of her over full bladder. It’s hard to move without leaking too much, though she does lose a few drops along the way, which only increases her panic. Frankie knows that she’s got only one choice, and that’s to use the sink before she humiliates herself by wetting herself. She’s absolutely trembling by the time she makes it into the kitchen, and she’s relieved to see that, as expected, there’s no one else around. Hiking up her skirt, she heaves herself up onto the sink, yanking down her panties as she sits over it, and that is all the time she has left before the dam breaks and she lets loose, hot pee gushing out of her into the sink as she heaves a huge sigh of relief. It is that exact moment with Mac, still a frequent visitor of the house even after turning eighteen, walks into the kitchen and gets an eyeful of exactly how Frankie has chosen to relieve herself in her desperation. He can’t help but openly stare at her in his shock, and she lets out a shriek when she sees him, even more thrown when she sees how visibly aroused he’s become, and she shouts, “Mac, don’t look!” However, at this point, he can’t turn away and she can’t stop the flood, so all she can do is blush and look away from him as she finishes peeing in front of him. She’s never experienced something so strange and embarrassing in all of her life. Once she finishes, she stands up and hurriedly pulls her panties up to cover herself, turning the sink on full blast to wash away any further evidence of the incident. Scowling at the ground, she mumbles, “Never speak of this again,” to Mac, who is still standing there. With that, she hurries out of the kitchen, ready to take a shower and go to bed, fully willing to blow off the rest of her chores to forget this ever happened.
  19. Hey guys. After seeing some youtube channels with videos of desperate girls from live TV chat shows in the General Discussions forum, I went through all these vids and uncovered some real gems, where desperation is really obvious. I have thus downloaded these vids and will gradually post the really good ones on this thread. Hopefully, if anyone else has similar kinds of videos, they can post them here as well. (Note to moderators: I was unsure whether posting this stuff is banned or not. I've read the rules and there doesn't appear to be anything banning the posting of such vids. In fact, almost all these vids are publicly available on youtube, and since they're take from live TV stations, the girls do know that they are being filmed. However, should you really wish me to stop posting them, just inform me). The first video is from hot blonde Mikki B from red light central. You can see her obvious desperation - she holds herself, crouches on the floor, leg bouncing, and any person with no experience of lip-reading (myself included) can tell that she is pleading to be let off screen. (Note: this video originally came in two parts....I have merged them together for convenience). Enjoy RLC1 to09 10 2014 827 flv 010(1)(1).mp4
  20. Arena of Desperate Battles

    “You’re awake.” said a deep, yet imperial voice. Minty’s eyes opened to the dark marble ceiling of the admission room. It was poorly lit, only a few blazing torches lining the walls. As she arose from the bed upon which she laid, Minty’s nostrils were greeted by the scent of old stone, rusted steel as well as the faint odor of blood. “Do you know where you are?” asked the voice. Minty looked around the room. There didn’t appear to be anyone around. “I’m… in the Arena of Desperate Battles, right?” she asked. “That is correct.” said the voice. “You will be fighting against opponents in gladiator-style combat.” Minty nodded. “But it’s like a video game, right? No one actually dies?” “That is correct.” said the voice. “But should you be bested by your opponent, you will still feel death’s sting before you reawaken here.” Minty got from the bed she was laying on, but as she pulled the covers off, she was instantly greeted by the sight of her own bare body. “Wh-Why am I naked!?” she cried, pulling the covers back over her body. “The warriors of this arena do not need the encumbrance of armor or clothing. Modesty has no place in combat.” “All I have is my sword and my pistol then…” “And that is all you will need.” Minty stepped out of the bed, not bothering to cover her body. On a table at the other end of the room, lay a short sword with an ebony hilt, as well as a handgun. “Then I will reclaim my honor!” she said, holding her sword before her. “There is… uh… one other thing.” said the voice. “What’s that?” “It’s something of an… alternate victory condition.” Minty gives the voice a puzzled look. “You see, you can also claim victory if you can make your opponent… urinate.” “Ehhh!?” Minty’s look of puzzlement grew. “I win if my opponent pees!?” “Yes.” said the voice. “The combatants’ bladders will be filling at higher rate than normal. By the same token, you will lose the match if you lose control of your bladder as well.” “So that’s why it’s called the ‘Arena of Desperate Battles’ huh?” Minty nodded. “All right… That seems weird, but I think I got it.” “Very well!” the voice booms. “Then select your first opponent!” You are Minty Chip. You have come to the Arena of Desperate battles in hopes of gaining prestige as a warrior, fighting against various characters of the OmoCommando Universe. There is a twist, however. Not only is a combatant eliminated for having their HP reduced to 0, but they enter battle with rapidly filling bladders. If a combatant empties her bladder in the middle of battle, she automatically loses the match. If a combatant leaks or spurts, she is given a penalty. Upon receiving three penalties, the combatant forfeits the match. As Minty wins battles, she will gain experience and can increase her abilities. The higher an ability, the better Minty will perform in battle. These abilities include: Melee: Overall skill with close range combat, whether it be with a sword, hand-to-hand or any other weapon used at close range. Magic: The ability to cast spells. (At level 1, Minty only knows a basic fire spell. As this level grows, she will learn new spells which will be explained during level-up) Ranged: Overall skill with ranged weaponry, such as guns and bows. Endurance: The ability to endure hits and fight fatigue. Holding: The overall ability to hold one’s pee during a fight, as well as retain bladder control upon be struck in certain sensitive areas. Speed: A general measure of a combatant’s quickness and evasiveness. How to play: Once the opponent is selected and the battle begins, the audience will vote on a battle strategy for her to use that best suits the situation. Most of what I provide will be basic actions such as “sword”, “gun” or “magic” but feel free to provide more elaborate strategies. As battles goes on, the fighters will grow over closer to peeing themselves. Is this going to be violent and bloody? No. It’s a fetish site. Think of this more like comical RPG combat. And as far as pictures go, I’ll probably only be doing one or two so I’m not overwhelmed by things and abandon it like previous stories. We will see how far this goes. Select your opponent: Opponents: World tier: Nikki: Current Arena champion. Fast, deadly melee combatant with exceptional magic skills and a remarkable ability to hold her pee during a fight. In spite of her petit appearance, Nikki is undoubtedly one of the most powerful warriors in the arena. Be prepared for a difficult fight. Current Record: 54 Wins; 44 KO, 10 Peeing || 3 Losses; 0 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Isabel: Special operations soldier of the Republic Fleet with a deadly aim; her ranged combat abilities are unparalleled, but also sports impressive hand-to-hand fighting abilities and even some minor magic capabilities. She can take an amazing amount of abuse in a fight, though her ability to retain bladder control during lengthy matches is average at best. Current Record: 47 Wins; 39 KO, 8 Peeing || 7 Losses; 3 KO, 4 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Natsumi: A mysterious warrior who hails from the outer rim. Known for her peerless swordsmanship and uncanny reflexes, she is a challenge for even the most seasoned of warriors. Also known for impressive endurance and a bladder of steel, Natsumi is a formidable gladiator of the Arena. Current Record: 48 Wins; 36 KO, 12 Peeing || 8 Losses; 5 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Major Tier Erika: An arcane trickster and handy thief from a faraway land. She sports a rapier as well as a bow and arrow, while also wielding some illusory magic abilities. She specializes in no one area but still leads the major tier. Current Record: 24 Wins; 7 KO, 17 Peeing || 13 Losses; 10 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 18 Leila: A rookie cop and dedicated younger sister. Leila is a great shot, has decent hand-to-hand skill, and a rather impressive level of endurance. Her ability to hold in the midst of battle is nothing to scoff at either. Current Record: 21 Wins; 12 KO, 9 Peeing || 7 Losses; 4 KO, 3 Peeing Rayna: A girl who was given the gift of magic through genetic experimentation, she sports a wide array of magic abilities. Nearly every other skill she has, however, is a bit lacking. Especially her ability to hold her pee. Current Record: 14 Wins; 13 KO, 1 Peeing || 12 Losses; 2 KO, 10 Peeing Minor Tier Emma: An diligent medical student and intellectual girl, but Emma is no stranger to combat. She knows how to shoot and she knows how to throw a good kick, in addition to knowing a bit of healing magic. Her pee-holding abilities, however, are in question. Current Record: 14 Wins; 9 KO, 5 Peeing || 15 Losses; 8 KO, 7 Peeing Sammy: A young girl and relatively new fighter, but has shown some fair promise in the use of magic. Due to her physical build, however, she is relatively weak in other areas, including holding Current Record: 3 Wins; 2 KO, 1 Peeing || 3 Losses; 1 KO, 2 Peeing Aimee: A pop-idol who decided to participate in order to gain a bit of publicity at the behest of her agent. In spite of having decent combat abilities, the strength of her bladder is horribly lacking. Current Record: 1 Win; 1 KO, 0 Peeing || 30 Losses; 2 KO, 28 Peeing Edit: Emma nerfed, Aimee win/loss record updated
  21. I figure I should draw more. Not only that, but I should draw better. I'll probably take request later, for now I should just focus on drawing more. Well it's been a while, so here's two I did last night. I already warned NSFW, but everyone who looks at my stuff should be prepared for anything. I'm making it a goal to draw more period, but especially what I do best. Already got more coming, there will be plenty of colored and shaded works, I just needed to loosen up a bit first. EDIT: Before It's too late to edit I forgot to mention. I do lots of furry and anthro stuff, but also pony is a favorite of mine. It's all fantasy porn, I don't go around showing this crap to little kids so I don't care. Not afraid of diaper or males, but I don't usually draw them. I tagged yuri because I plan on it.
  22. First time wetting in front of my girlfriend So just some background here, I am into omo however I still have unplanned accidents at times because my timing is horrible and when I have nightmares or panic attacks I pretty much lose control of my bladder. This has been happening since I was 13/14 I think? My parents don't know since I started doing it when I was older and was too embarrassed to say anything. I don't wet the bed often, it's only happened a few times in the past year and when it does it's not a huge deal since I can easily clean it up without anyone finding out. However, this time was different. I had a long distance relationship with this girl who lived a few states away, and she had flown down here to spend a week with me and go to warped tour (rip) together. Let's call her Sarah. So Sarah had flown down and we met, all that cute shit. I was 16 at the time and I believe she was 17 when this happened? She's a year and a half older than me, idk. Anyway, Sarah was staying with me at my mom's house for the week. She slept in my room with me every night and at first everything was going smooth, until the fourth night she was there. Keep in mind, I had never told her about me wetting. Not in the kink sense or the unplanned kind. She had no clue about any of this. I hadn't wet the bed in months so when we went to bed it never crossed my mind to wear protection or anything like that. We laid down and thank god she moved in her sleep because if we had been cuddling when it happened and it got on her I think I would have died. We had gotten high earlier that night so we were both super tired by the time we went to bed. I didn't prepare for bed at all and I slept in what I was wearing that day (a burgundy tank top and some light grey tight jeans). Naturally, when you're high you drink a lot and this was about to come back and bite me in the ass. Side note: I know a lot of people stop dreaming when they smoke weed but for me my dreams just get really weird or become nightmares. And on this night, I had a really bad nightmare. I don't remember what it was about but I remember I was absolutely terrified and I was literally sobbing when I woke up. At first I didn't realize what was happening and I wasn't really aware, but then I felt warmth quickly spreading on my crotch and shoved a hand in my crotch to try and stop the flow, but it was pointless. My pee was flowing rapidly over my legs and turning my jeans a dark gray color. I was still crying and tried to stop it but it didn't work. That's when I looked over and saw Sarah stirring in her sleep and sitting up. My heart dropped and I quickly pulled my blanket over me while continuing to completely soak my pants underneath. “Are you okay?” she asked groggily. She rubbed her eyes and that's when I realized my loud ass had woken her up with my sobbing. I didn't answer, I just cried quietly as what was left in my bladder emptied. I probably peed for just under 2 minutes. “Piper, look at me,” she said. She pulled me into her arms and the blanket fell off of my lap. I gasped and tried to grab it but she had already seen my pants at that point. “Did you…?” she asked. I didn't say anything so she continued “...pee the bed?” I cringed at her choice in words but nodded slightly while more tears rolled down my cheeks. “Oh,” was all she said. I assumed she hated me at that point and climbed off the bed to get cleaned up. I had kinda stopped crying at that point but I was still distraught. I thought for sure she was gonna break up with me. I peeled off my wet jeans in the bathroom and hopped in the shower for a quick clean up. After that I dried off and put on some black leggings and a sweater. I stayed in the bathroom for another few minutes because I was terrified of what was to come, but after a little while Sarah knocked on the door and asked if I was okay, so I opened the door. She was actually really sweet about it. She stripped the sheets for me while I was in the bathroom and put them in the wash. We didn't talk about what happened that night but the next day she asked if that was a regular occurrence so I explained that it happens when I have nightmares or panic attacks (leaving out the fact that I still have random unplanned accidents from time to time because I'm bladder shy and won't tell anyone I need to go until it's too late). She was pretty understanding since she has panic attacks too (except she doesn't wet herself during them lmao I think I'm alone on that) My only problem with her knowing was the following nights when we went to bed she would be like “did you go to the bathroom?” or “do you have to go?” or “make sure you use the bathroom first” which made me feel kinda weird and embarrassed. Anyway, this was just under a year ago during the awkward stages of our relationship. We're still together and she's seen me wet two other times (three if you count heavily leaking and leaving a wet spot on my pants before finding a toilet). If you guys wanna hear about those let me know
  23. female X hamster user (And Tumblr)

    Woah.. I just had to share. This is a new one for me and a very recent user! Go show her some love and encouragement. I hope this isn't a repost https://m.xhamster.com/users/ann_michael http://annmichael.tumblr.com
  24. Last night I was pushing my toddler in her pram in repeated laps around my block so she'd go to sleep. Like every night. :p Except that last night I forgot to pee before we left the house and I'd been drinking a lot more water than usual because I have a cold. Usually when I do this it's a bit annoying because I have to take her back inside so I can pee and that wakes her up again so the whole thing takes that much longer. But last night I was feeling a bit naughty and decided I wouldn't go back inside and I'd just see whether or not I could hold on until she went to sleep. With the clear intention of having an "accident" in the event I didn't have an accident. I was wearing a pair of black shorts, which can go either way in terms of how visible wet patches are, so I was cautiously optimistic that even if I ran into a neighbour taking out their bin or something as long as I wasn't in mid-pee at the time it wouldn't be noticeable. I was wearing thongs, or flip-flops, so I wasn't worried about damaging my shoes. It took toddler about forty-five minutes to go to sleep. By this stage I was legitimately busting and wasn't 100% sure I'd make it to the toilet even if I wanted to. Which I didn't. Once I was sure she was deep enough to not wake up again I started looking for a good place to wet myself on the way home. A dark area of the footpath underneath a few trees twenty meters ahead looked promising. But, of course, the moment I decided I was going to pee in twenty meters time I was suddenly unable to hold it for another two meters and started peeing myself full force in the brightly lit part of the footpath. It was likely a sudden waterfall down my legs! Worse luck, as I looked around I noticed someone out on their veranda across the street. I just kept walking until I reached the shadows. By which point I was empty. I looked back casually at my fifteen meter trail of pee. I probably left footprints and drips a bit further but by the time I was back under a streetlight there were no more marks on the pavement. Once I got home I dried my feet on the front lawn and put my flip-flops in the bottom of the pram so I wouldn't track pee in the house. Where they still are! Damn it! I popped toddler in bed and went to the bathroom for a shower. Those shorts do in fact show when you pee in them very clearly. So I won't pee in those again. :p