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  1. WaityKaty

    Male The Date

    This story consists of two mirrored parts; one male focused, and one female focused. I’d suggest reading both starting with the other half at https://omorashi.org/topic/29066-the-date/ and then coming back to this story. You can read either on its own though if you only like to read stories about one gender. I guess wetting your pants isn’t something that happens to many people. Everyone’s been busting a few times. Had to grit their teeth and hang on till they from a bathroom. Or maybe they were even forced to go behind a bush or against a wall. And then there is my story. Her name was Anna and she was beautiful. Long legs, perfect blonde hair, and a great laugh. It was our third date, we’d gone to a show in the city and then for a fancy dinner. Fancier than I’d usually go to. We’d both dressed up. I wore black, pants, shirt, shoes, even tie. I was going for a Johnny Cash thing. She wore a strapless black dress that showed off her body just the right amount. The date went pretty well. I liked her, a lot. I’m pretty sure she liked me. But then I made a stupid mistake and messed everything up. I knew I needed to pee before we left the restaurant. But I didn’t really want to hold us up. I’ll admit it, I was thinking with my dick. If she’d gone to the bathroom before we left I’d probably have slipped in real quick while she went. But of course she didn’t. Women always seem to be able to hold it all day. It was only a 30 minute drive back to her place. So I decided to just hold it. Which was a really, really bad idea. I could easily have waited 30 minutes. It wouldn’t have been a problem. But since I’m telling this story I’m sure you’ve guessed about the traffic jam. It was one of those traffic jams where you inch forward slowly every ten seconds for miles and miles. The worst kind. I actually wouldn’t have minded being in a traffic jam with Anna if I’d had an empty bladder but with each passing minute I was getting more and more uncomfortable and feeling more and more trapped. Because I was trapped. I had absolutely no options except to grit my teeth and hold on. After a while our conversation died down completely. I just had to pee too badly to properly respond to her. At this point all I wanted was to get out of this situation without wetting myself in front of my date. I tried everything I could think of, I even grabbed my penis a little through my pants when I was sure Anna wasn’t looking, which didn’t help much. Eventually I settled on staring out the windscreen and trying to think of anything other than how badly I needed a pee. It wasn’t really working. There was absolutely no way I could hold on. And then I saw salvation. An old water bottle in the footwell near Anna’s feet. It was ironic. I was quite literally on the brink of peeing myself and and water bottle could be my way out! It was going to be horribly embarrassing to have to whip it out and pee in a bottle in front of Anna but I really didn’t have a choice. I asked her to grab me the water bottle but as she bent forward to pick up the water bottle I started leaking. I knew it had to happen soon but it was still a huge surprise. I clenched all of my muscles and managed to stop peeing as she passed me the water bottle. There wasn’t any time to mess around. I apologised profusely but Anna just ignored me and looked out her window, clearly disgusted by me. And seriously, what could be more embarrassing than peeing in a bottle in front of your date? Peeing in your pants in front of your date. Which is what I did next. The car behind us beeped its horn at us. I hadn’t been riding the bumper of the car in front close enough for their liking. It startled me. And it startled my bladder. There was no way I could have stopped peeing. It just gushed out of me like a fire hose. I could hear it. Probably Anna could too. Or at least smell it. I peed. I peed in my clothes. All over my car. In front of my date. I didn’t say anything. She had to know, so what would it have achieved. She didn’t say anything either. She just looked out the window until I had driven her home. It actually wasn’t that much longer. Another 15 minutes and I’d have made it the her house dry. Maybe I’d have ended up with Anna instead of never speaking to her again. She just mumbled a thanks for the evening and ran inside. When I got home myself I ended up having to clean two car seats. She’d never said a word. I never called her again. I don’t think she’d have answered if I did. It would have just been far too awkward.
  2. Hi everyone! I've been exploring this section for years now and I finally found enough confidence to start my own thread for pee related drawings. I consider myself as a relatively good artist but I still struggle a bit with human anatomy so I thought drawing "distorted" bodies of desperate/peeing men or women is surely a great way to improve my skills and to combine my passions for drawing and peeing. So what I've had in mind is nothing new, you give me ideas on what to draw and I then will choose the most requested one or a personal favourite of mine which later on is going to be drawn on a page. PLEASE BE CREATIVE WITH IDEAS, I NEED A CHALLENGE 😄 (but don't exagerate 😝) SOME SIDE NOTES: - I won't draw manga because I personally don't really like that kind of art style - I would like to draw women as well as men - The person can be naked or dressed - I also try to not draw the same theme over and over again, therefore I will always try switch between wetting, desperation, normal peeing, etc. If you want to help me improve I would be very grateful. Can't wait for your ideas!
  3. KayLeigh

    The Bulge Diary

    Okay guys, here's my thread :D I know that a lot of people want to see more bulges, myself included, so here's a thread for exactly that. I'll try and upload my own photos once or twice a week, in different outfits and the like :) Also, everyone is welcome, male, female, anyone :) (Even cats, Rini) Rules of this thread; Feel free to post your own bulges; the more the merrier! However, please refrain from uploading photos you've found on the internet. I'm trying to encourage participation from the members on the site, so yeah. Anyway, to start our ball rolling, here's a photo I took a few days ago. Please enjoy my thread! xo Kay
  4. Mbgpeelover

    female Church Christmas Show

    Church Christmas show I went to a fairly large and popular church when I was in my late teens/early twenties. I was just your average girl, petite, bobbed dark brown hair and hazel eyes and an average figure. The church was held in an old stately castle which had very few toilets. This particular year there was a Christmas show and meal put on. It was a ticketed event to raise money for charity and it was sold out. The evening was starting about 5:30 with a full three course dinner but anyone taking part in the event had to be there from 3 so that everything was organised. I was part of the event so had been there a few hours before people began arriving. I had been assigned a job of taking people to their seats which were all pre reserved. I had been so busy since arriving at 3 that I hadn’t had a moment to use a bathroom and I was drinking shloer (non alcoholic grape juice) and water to keep myself dehydrated as the building was warm with an open fire and a fantastic Christmas ambience due to the warm glow, party atmosphere and Christmas carols playing. I was also nervous as I was going to be speaking some lines in front of over 200 people. As I was busy showing people to their seats I was aware that my bladder was filling up but foolishly put the feeling down to nerves. Anyway there was a constant stream of people arriving and I was way too busy to get a chance to go to the loo anyway. After about half an hour everyone was seated and the event began with a ‘cheers’ and a drink. With 200 people in the room it was noisy but so warm so I raised my glass like everyone else and then drank most of the contents fairly quickly. I wasn’t serving the first course but was on schedule to serve the mains. So my table was served our soup which I ate and loved. By now I was much more aware of my need to use the bathroom and decided I would nip there quickly before serving out the main course. I finished my soup, excused myself to my table saying I was going to help serve the main meal and headed for the one single toilet nearby. I had already been bursting for an hour and really had to go. I opened the first door to find quite a queue as clearly many people had come straight from work or been so busy setting up they hadn’t had a chance to go. I crossed my legs and decided I would serve some meals and keep checking, hoping the queue would die down very soon. The meals were sitting on serving trays nearby and I took some through to the hall. I must have taken in about twelve or so meals when I felt the tingling in my vagina again and knew I really ought to pee! I pushed the door open quickly but alas there was still a queue and so many people waiting for their main course! I gave myself a quick rub and returned to the meals. I served another ten meals (two at a time) before checking again. I really could do with a loo break! Others were serving the meals too and one of the leaders saw me heading to the toilets for the third time and said casually ‘let’s try and get these meals out first can we? There’s so many here and we need them out while warm. It shouldn’t take long.’ Long? I was bursting and we were only half way through serving! But I was shy and hated getting into trouble so I did as requested and just kept shifting about crossing my legs, moving constantly and trying to get it done quickly so I could run to the ladies. We were finally down to the last ten meals, most of which belonged to those who were serving. My bladder was so full I could feel the weight of it with every step. The tingling sensation in my vagina was much more constant now. It was uncomfortable but quite arousing too. I could feel myself becoming turned on as my desperation increased and my glands were secreting moisture. Being damp and open down there was also making my need to urinate stronger so I pushed open the door to the single stall again and visualised myself having a long and relaxing pee. It’s not ideal to visualise a toilet when very desperate because my urethra was close to opening when I suddenly saw a queue of five people standing waiting still! How could so many people possibly be going to the toilet during a meal! Arghhhhh I was too embarrassed by now and as I came out one of the male leaders saw me and wrongly assumed I had got to use the toilet finally so handed me my dinner and said to go and enjoy it. Now I do love a good roast dinner but now I was left with the prospect of eating it bursting for the loo. I returned to my table and sat down immediately crossing my legs tight. I decided the best thing I could do now to save my embarrassment was to eat my meal and then sneak out as soon as socially appropriate and use that toilet I had been dying to use for an hour and a half now! It’s embarrassing to write this but I recall sitting at that table so red faced trying desperately to hide the fact I urgently needed to piss and that holding was driving me crazy with sexual desire! I was noticeably squirming now and struggling to sit still. I would cross my legs one way, shift on my seat, cross them the other way, bounce my knee, sit on my foot, and finally settled for a few minutes by turning my chair slightly and perching right on the corner rocking side to side. The rubbing of the chair was sending shivers through me and driving me wild with erotic thoughts. I had to stop because I was becoming way too turned on in public. All the time I was trying to hide my urgency from everyone under the table whilst trying to eat my meal. More juice was poured out and despite furiously needing a wee wee I sipped at the fluids to wash down my meal. The plates were cleared ready for pudding and I slipped out. I had to get to the loo now. Even if there was a queue I realised I would need to stay and wait as there was no way I could take part in the show with a bladder this full and besides I could not stand or sit still for a second. As soon as I was out of the main hall I grabbed myself. My urethra was pounding so hard. The blood had rushed to my private areas and my lips were swollen with arousal. It was so embarrassing but I knew if I rubbed myself much at all I would orgasm and I could not do that in public. I longed to so badly though not just because my entire body longed to climax but also because I knew it would help me hold back the sheer urgency I had to pee. I ran to the bathroom with one hand wedged between my legs and pushed the door open with my bottom. Oh please be free toilet! Please. I need to release so bad! But alas for the fourth time there was a queue! This time four people, two woman, one in her late forties in a sparkly short sleeved silver top and smart black trousers, the other female in her mid twenties in patterned jeans and a Christmas t-shirt. The two men were a boy in his early twenties, a young professional brought up in a rich home wearing a suit and tie and the other a man in his mid thirties, recently married and dressed in smart trousers and a dress shirt. Knowing they all had to pee, possibly pretty badly, aroused me even more but I also felt the social pressure to not hold myself openly even in a bathroom queue. At first we all remained quiet, every one of us concentrating on holding our own toilet needs in and no-one giving eye contact. First in the queue was the older woman in the sparkly top. She stood at the door crossed legged in silence looking at the floor. Next was the rich boy who was casually leaning against the wall showing no outward signs of needing to piss at all. The older man was, in contrast, more obviously needing and had his hands in his pocket as he bounced on his feet standing, slightly bending his knees as he did so. The girl in the Christmas t-shirt, who I was friends with called Lorraine, was pee dancing a little too, whereas I was losing all modesty by this point and despite my embarrassment I returned my hand to between my legs. I had to. It was either hold myself or wee myself. I was frantic. Four people to pee before me. Oh God, I wasn’t sure if I could seriously hold it that long. The door opened and as an older woman in his late fifties came out the lady in the sparkly top uncrossed her legs and ran in. Three to go. Oh man. I could not stop moving, even for a second. I was jigging about, squirming, holding myself and moaning. I had been bursting for so so long and I was now at a 9/10. I was close to full on wetting! Oh hurry up people. I had a show to take part in and no spare clothes. I was holding myself for dear life! Lorraine was the first to speak just saying how crazy it was to have the show in the castle with just one loo for so many. I said there was probably other toilets on the other floors but I wasn’t sure where. Maybe she suddenly remembered knowing where other ones where or she was just taking a chance but she ran out saying cheers and at that there was just me and the two gents left. Oh I longed to skip the queue and wee. I was utterly desperate to use the toilet. But now there were only men waiting with me I felt I should remove my hand from between my leg. That thought terrified me as the upwards thrust from the pressure of my hand was the only thing keeping my throbbing urethra shut. I shyly apologised unable to so much as look at either man in front of me so I just muttered to myself. ‘So sorry. I’m just so desperate, been holding for hours. So sorry.’ The younger man in the suit was still leaning against the wall staring at the other wall not in the slightest paying attention to my frantic pee dancing and muttered embarrassing apologies. The older man in the smart trousers and shirt who had his hands in his pocket and was still bouncing was more talkative. Watching him was the only thing preventing me from wetting myself as his moves, the thought of his dick throbbing in desperation and his sexy pee bouncing was turning me on beyond belief. He looked at me sympathetically, his gorgeous brown eyes sending shivers right through my entire body. ‘I know how you feel. It’s cool. I have to piss so badly too. I was trying to wait for after dinner but I couldn’t. I was bouncing my knee through my starter and squirming so much during the main course my wife whispered to me to go use the bathroom before it was too late. I wasn’t expecting a queue though.’ Hearing a man talk openly about his need was almost sending me over the edge. My nipples were rock hard, my urethra pounding and my glands secreting so many secretions I could feel my knickers filling with my own juices. I actually longed to use my fingers to touch myself inside my underwear both to keep the flood gates from opening and to bring myself to a needed climax. Thankfully the toilet flushed and we could hear the lady washing her hands and opening the bin to put a hand towel in. As she opened the door the young man in a suit stood up from leaning on the wall and went in. I silently begged him to hurry. I couldn’t wait much longer. There were just two of us waiting now. I think after dinner speeches and clear up was starting and I knew I had to get back soon. But I knew more than anything else in the world I HAD to use a toilet first. I had jeans on myself and at the end of my tether I undid my belt and undid the button and zip. My bladder was so hard and distended and it thanked me by expanding outwards right away. I still had one hand between my leg and I was now crossing my legs, moaning and moving every way I could to hold. I also could not take my eyes off the man who was in front of me who had one leg in front of the other and was bent forward with one hand leaning on the wall and the other in front of his crotch. He looked as desperate as I was and I decided to tell him so. ‘You look so desperate there. I know how you feel.’ He looked at me again, this time with pleading almost crying eyes as he half whispered, half groaned ‘I’m gonna piss myself in a second if he doesn’t hurry up.’ And at that he doubled over using both hands to grab his member tightly. He looked back at me in a very similar state and undid his trouser button and fly pushing one hand immediately inside to hold his penis through his boxers. With his head down and legs tightly crossed he moaned that he had leaked a little. He hobbled over to the door and knocked shouting ‘can you hurry up. I actually can’t wait any longer now. Please.’ Oh my word his actions and being able to see his cotton boxers and hear him pleading almost sent me over the edge to climax. I half laughed but blushing so badly I said ‘you need to hurry too please. I am really desperate to wee too’ ‘No worries there’ he said still holding himself tightly. ‘This piss ain’t gonna delay for anyone’. He turned and looked at me his face beetroot with embarrassment as I could see his half erect penis form through his tight grip and a wet patch on his dark blue boxers. Just then the door opened and without any thought that I could see everything he used his other hand to pull down the top of his boxers for a second revealing his beautiful penis as he quickly grabbed it again with his thumb over the top as urine tried to escape. He hobbled to the toilet as the door slowly closed on itself I could see his piss dripping onto the toilet floor and then pour out at force as he aimed it at the toilet. He hadn’t managed to lock the door behind himself but seeing and hearing him as he went in was sending electric waves right though me. I now HAD to climax every bit as badly as I had to pee...and that was immensely urgently! I slipped a hand inside my pants unable to hide the squelching noise it made as my fingers touched my open and sopping vagina. I stroked myself right there outside a public toilet at a big church function as urine leaked slowly out of my urethra mixed with huge stringy mucus from my glands making my underwear and hands covered. I quickly plugged myself with two fingers and crossed my legs tight. I pushed the door to the toilet ajar and watched as the piss poured out the man like it longed to do from me. Anyone could walk into the door at any minute and I was so close to having an orgasm! I know I shouldn’t have but I decided the only way I could cope was to step into the bathroom and let the door silently close over. The man was oblivious as I stood at the wall behind him, pulled my jeans down slightly, leaned back against the wall and used my fingers to bring myself to climax as he unleashed his massive longed for and huge piss stream into the toilet at last. He was caught up in his own orgasmic release, his eyes closed, head back as he moaned in relief as I moaned in relief simultaneously for another reason. As he finished I was just shaking from my ‘moment’ when he flushed and turned and saw me. I was mortified and terrified and with my head down I hurriedly tried to pull my jeans back up. Now I had orgasmed though I was about to piss myself. ‘Sorry’ I muttered breathlessly. ‘I couldn’t wait any longer’ And at that I literally ran for dear life to the toilet pushing my jeans and underwear down just as the waterfall finally released. The man washed his hands and dried them while my violent, urgent, and very loud pee splashed against the pan and water beneath like my very life depended on it. ‘Sorry’ I muttered again as I moaned in relief. My pee was in no hurry to end but the man was so polite in waiting to open the unlocked door as by now he had washed and dried his hands and was ready to leave. He waited until I had finished and washed my own hands before he opened the door and we both returned to the Hall relieved and so much calmer. ‘It’s meant to be a great show tonight’ he said casually as we walked back. I could only smile at him. I felt as if I had already had the greatest show that night and so had he. I have never done anything like that since and don’t plan on doing it again. That is unless anyone wants me to...
  5. Hello everyone! Here is a forum thread where I'll be compiling the many oneshots I've written already, as well as post new ones! It'll be a bit of a variety pack when it comes to fandoms, so if you're not into one topic I'm posting, there might be something else for you later! I write a lot of fics focusing on single characters (either Gen, or with a bit of focus on specific friendships), but sometimes I'll also do shippier content. Most are fairly SFW (so just desperation/wetting without any sexual scenarios), since I'm still picking through my NSFW to see which will be appropriate to drop here. I do F/M, F/F, and M/M (haven't written much of that last one yet though). I don't do requests very often (only if I post elsewhere specifically asking, and my WIP pile is overflowing right now), and I'm unable to do commissions at the moment. You can feel free to toss an idea at me anyways if you just want to ramble about it, and if I really like it I might find an excuse to work it into something, just know that there aren't any guarantees! With all of that said, here's the first fic I've added to the blog! It's fairly recent! https://www.omorashi.org/blogs/entry/1462-stuck-doctor-who/ Feedback is much appreciated! 💛
  6. A good number of years ago I had a part time job as something called a school crossing patroller. I stopped traffic to help children cross the road safely. I worked in a very busy city centre on a duel carriage way that was extremely busy. I was close to a roundabout with a car park near by. There were times when they were very few children like this one lunchtime and I was people watching. I noticed a traffic warden in the car park wandering around. He seemed stressed or flustered but i assumed he was maybe anxious as his job was far from popular. I watched him for quite a while as he photographed cars and noted stuff. He definitely seemed fidgety and I began to wonder if perhaps he needed a bathroom break. I corssed a few children over and lost sight of him but about fifteen minutes later I saw him again, this time on a side road again busy doing his job but even more antsy than before. He was looking around much more, crossing his legs ans basically not staying still at all. The next thing he was walking over towards me. I said good afternoon and he returned by saying good afternoon to me to. He mentioned how cold it was (it wasn’t that cold but I assumed he was hiding the fact he couldn’t not stand still for a minute by saying he was cold). He then asked if I was allowed to cross anyone over the road or just school children. I told him I could cross ‘vulnerable people’ so elderly, disabled, children etc. He suddenly put his hand on his crotch and held himself through his uniform trousers and outright asked me if that included ‘someone about to piss themselves because they had been holding for so long and needed across the road to use the council loos’ I laughted and replied ‘I suppose that makes you vulnerable yes’ and stopped the heavy traffic to let him cross. He continued to hold himself tightly as he crossed over, his heavy ticket machine bouncing off his bladder as he walked quickly across to the building that I assumed had loos. I don’t know if he made it but when he came back out he walked quickly in the opposite direction!
  7. So I wet myself today after a long time. I drank a lot of water before leaving work but went straight to the toilet to pee after that. Foolish me... As if that's gonna work. Obviously the water was still waiting to go to my bladder. I go home with a friend on his motor bike. So I waited for him for 15-20 mins and as soon as I sat on his bike I felt it - the familiar feeling in my abdomen. It was a 40 minute ride and obviously I wasn't going to stop him in the way just so I could take a leak. Like who can't hold his pee for 40 minutes? Apparently, it's me. I can't. All the way I was holding myself down there because one down side of sitting on a bike is that you can't even bring your legs together. It wasn't helping much but it still gave me the confidence that I could hold. It's s 5 minute walk from the place he drops me off to my home. It is a pretty isolated place so I thought that I would just pee as soon as I got off. However, all this holding myself had given me some other naughty ideas. I decided to hold it till I got home and then wet myself as it had been so long. That 5 minute walk to my home was so uncomfortable. It hurt so much down there, it's like the pee was at the tip and about to come out. But since I was walking so fast there was no way I could let go. I even tried it once when I was close to my home - letting go a little bit while walking. Nothing happened. But because of trying this, when reached the elevator and was waiting for it to arrive, I felt a few drops come out impulsively. It started to hurt even more so I relaxed a bit and I let out a huge spurt. I felt the droplets running down the inside of my right leg. If it wasn't for the 2 guys who got into the elevator with me, I sure would have wet myself then and there. But I held it in with the last strength I had left, reached my home, threw my pants on the bed, took out my phone, went into the toilet and wet through my underwear. P.S I am so sorry for the bad lighting - I was really desperate and didn't really notice that. Idk if you can notice that or not but my undies were pretty wet already. To compensate for that, I have included some pics of how it looked afterwards. VID_20181206_193429.mp4 (Idk why the video won't attach in the player) VID_20181206_193429.mp4
  8. Makaveli96

    Looking for a pal..

    Hey all I’m not sure if this is the right forum but.....I’m looking for a I guess piss pal..? 25 year old guy into holding and wetting. I’m just looking for someone to talk to about our mutual fetish and maybe occasionally participate via PM..? I’m more comfortable with females but since I’m a male I understand if anyone’s uncomfortable about it....purely platonic search. Sorry is suck at this social thing lol also please delete and redirect me to the proper place on here if I’m posting in the wrong place
  9. Lion1423

    Harry Potter and...?

    *The first chapter doesn't have any omo, but the coming chapters will. A little Suprise It was a normal day and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were on there way to the dungeons for double potions. Normal, if you counted they had a little surprise planned for Professor Snape and the Slytherins, especially Malfoy, who'd been non-stop this year. From the start of the school year he'd been trying to get on Harry's and the others nerve. First it was acting like a dementor, and then it was the injury from the Hippogriph and all his whining. Now, for once, they couldn't wait for potions. It was going to be awesome, as long as everything went planned. All three of them walked into class a little early, trying not to smile as they thought about what this room would look like in a couple of minutes. They set to work quickly preparing things, before Snape walked in, because, even though they could hide things from the Slytherins, they wouldn't be able to hide anything from Snape. It took exactly a minute and twenty-five seconds to get the supplies Fred and George Weasley had given them. They placed sugar replicas of ingredients in front of the real since they new Snape would always let them gather what they needed first. They had buckets of oil around the room, for Hermione to spill, and a special one for Malfoy himself. Plus some other annoying little things. Time went slowly for the three of them, waiting in anticipation, what was only 2 minutes seemed like a whole hour due to excitement and nerves. Finally, Snape strode in and started explaining to them about a potion they'd be brewing and then testing at the end. Of course, all of this was most definitely not happening so Harry and Ron weren't listing at all, though Hermione was, which is why Harry suddenly got poked in the ribs. "What?" He whispered back at her, annoyed. Hermione gestured toward the front to Snape who was looking intently at Harry. Harry stared back, not having heard the question. Finally after a long silence he muttered embarrassedly, "Erm... What was the question?" He heard Draco snicker along with a few other slytherins. "I asked about what are the effects of this potion?" "Um...What potion?" Harry asked blankly. "Potter, have you not been listening. I've been talking about it the whole time. Confusing Concoction, what are the effects, Potter?" Harry almost snorted, trying to hold back from laughing as he answered, "To confuse someone of course." "The most obvious, but what else?" Harry stared blankly at him, "Err...No clue, sir." "10 points from Gryffindor for not paying attention. The Confusing Concoction will make you confused, sick, and completely distracted. Depending on how big of dose and how welly brewed it could last 10 minutes up to an hour..." Snape droned on and Harry quit listening. Finally after what seemed like forever, Snape quit talking and let the Slytherins get their ingredients. Harry held his breath. One by one they started to come back and get to work. Then the Gryffindor's got to go up and there was gladly no fake ingredients left. Harry watched Draco closely as he tried unsuccessfully to juice a rubber leach filled with a gooey gel inside of it. "Stupid bloody leech..." He muttered as he started to squeeze it fiercely, then suddenly the leech exploding sending the gel inside onto Draco and into his cauldron. He peered ever so cautiously into Draco's cauldron trying to see what it looked like and smirked when he saw it looked nothing like what it was described to look like. Now it was almost time for the next step, but first they needed Snape to at least notice Draco's potion. Then not even five minutes later Snape walked by Draco's potion and stopped immediately. "What have you done to your potion, Mr. Malfoy. Longbottoms looks better than yours." Snape asked. "I-Well I've done everything I was supposed to. Juiced the freaking leech and all." "Go dump it out and restart. Whatever is not finished will be finished in a detention later." "What?!" Draco exclaimed. "I shouldn't have to go to detention when I did absolutely nothing wrong." "You didn't do absolutely nothing wrong, your potion is completely useless, so unless you want to get a zero restart and come to detention at 8:00 tonight." Snape restated, annoyed. Snape started to walk over to Harry, when Hermione quickly whispered a spell and the oil container tipped over, causing Snape to slip and fall down hard. The whole class burst out into laughter. Snape hurriedly got up with a still blank look on his face and ordered everyone to get back to work. He then once again tried to get to Harry's desk and Hermione once again whispered a spell and the oil spilled out onto the floor, and Snape was on the floor. They quickly unlocked a box under Snape's desk in which a collection of frogs, pixies, mice, cats, toads, and 2 or 3 owls burst out of, quickly causing chaos. Hermione continued to make Snape fall over and over again, then quickly handed the job over to Harry so they could fix Malfoy up. She first started with the easiest, the hair. She died it red and yellow. Then she went to the robes where she transformed them into Gryffindor's robes. The spells she used made everything permanent for a whole 12 hours at least. Malfoy, through this all was unaware. Ron whispered suddenly in her ear, "10 minutes till class is over." Hermione quickly started to quietly spell all the critters back in the box and clean the oil of the floor and finished right after Snape fell for the hundredth time. Everything suddenly went completely quiet. Snape stiffly got up and glared at all the students daring them to talk or laugh. He then caught sight of Malfoy and asked in a neutral voice, " Mr. Malfoy, what have you done to your self." "Nothing, sir." he answered confused since he'd yet to notice how he looked. This of course caused everyone to look at him and snicker. This made Draco look down and he finally realized what was wrong. He started in horror at his robes. This of course wasn't even the worst of it. By now the whole class was laughing until he glared at all the slytherins and told them to shut up. He turned to Potter. "You did this, didn't you? You and the filthy little mudblood. Oh, and probably weasel, too." "Don't you dare call Hermione a mudblood." Ron threatened. "All four of you, detention at 8:00, tonight. Class dismissed" Snape ordered and with that he turned around.
  10. Mbgpeelover

    malefemale The lodger

    The lodger When I was at university my parents had a house guest come to live for a while. He was a friend of my dad’s brother who lived in London. The guy was in his late thirties, he had scoliosis and he was a London taxi driver! He hated London and wanted to try start a fresh life in Scotland and my parents wanted to give him a chance to earn money so he could then rent a house. He worked a lot but when around he seemed pretty friendly, relaxed and funny. One Friday I was home as I had no lectures that day so I had come home for a long weekend. By now only my younger brother still lived at home full time though my sister came home at weekends too. Phil (the lodger) was happy to help everyone out, especially as my parents had no car, so this morning he had given my brother a lift to school while I was still in bed. The first I heard was when he came back into the house about 9:15 and I heard him chap on the bathroom door. We only had one bathroom and it was clearly in use. Next thing I knew Phil chapped my own bedroom door and after a quick ‘come in’ he walked in quickly and without even bothering with the fact I was still in bed he asked me if I knew who was in the bathroom. I had no idea but guessed it could be my mum who often had a bath after we all left for school. Phil walked over to my window, opened my curtains a bit as if wanting to look out then turned and looked at me. I could see he seemed a bit sweaty, agitated and he had his legs crossed. He obviously wanted to use the bathroom but I wasn’t sure if he needed to empty his bladder or bowels or both. He moaned and said he had to piss pretty bad and could he wait in my room as he didn’t want anyone else to see. I sat up in bed and assured him that was fine and suggested he close the door as the bathroom was next door and he would hear when my mum (or whoever was in) would be out. I told him I had just woken up and needed to pee myself so I too hoped the loo would be free soon. Phil looked back out of my window having heard this and proceeded to bounce on the back of his feet. He then put one leg behind him and rocked back and forth. He was essentially pee dancing in my room right in front of me openly really needing a pee (as was I by now) and I was mesmerised by him. He wasn’t shy in any way and as he had quite significant scoliosis I was aware that he had an oxygen machine for through the night. As both my sister and I were home for the weekend he was sleeping in the lounge. He started telling me how he had woken up with such a dry mouth from the oxygen mask that he made himself a coffee. As he was about to go do his first morning piss he found my sister in the shower so he had to wait. He then had a second coffee which my mum made him with some toast. He has still not had a pee yet. He was about to go when my dad asked if he would drive my brother to school since he was running late. He figured it was a five minute drive there and five minutes back so he would hold and pee the minute he got back and the morning bathroom rush was over. As he has said all this he continued jigging around looking out the window, now with one hand also in his pocket. Watching him and hearing all this was arousing me so badly. Combined with my own growing need to empty my own bladder it felt like my whole body was on fire. It’s one of the only times I can actually recall being so horny I was dying to masterbate in front of someone! Of course I couldn’t but my breasts were so tingly and tender and my nipples erect and hard. My vaginal lips had swollen and parted and my urethra was thumping against my cotton knickers. I only had a cotton nighty on and I was acutely aware of how my hard nipples were obvious through the nighty, though Phil seemed far too engrossed in his own battle to notice. I still had my duvet on so I slipped my hand under the duvet, under my night clothes and gave myself a rub through my knickers. That sent waves right through me of intense need and desire. I was actually more bursting to wee than I had realised! I quickly threw the duvet off my legs, swung them round to the side of the bed and crossed my legs tight. Phil was now pacing my room. ‘Fuck sake I need a piss!’ He was muttering. ‘Me too!’ I said. He came and sat on my bed beside me, undid the belt on his jeans and his fly and used his hand to hold his penis through this boxers. I could see he was anything but flaccid down there as he rocked back and forth moaning. ‘I’d nip to the supermarket if I thought I could wait. But fuck I’d piss myself before I got there. How much longer can she bath for? I really need to go!’ ‘Me too’ was all I could muster as the sight of him in that state was causing mucus to seep into my knickers which made my need to pee 100 times worse. With my legs scissoring in and out revealing my light pink cotton knickers on show and one hand stroking myself I wondered how both of us would manage to walk to the loo when whoever was in finally left. Still holding his penis through his boxers, with his jeans fly open and his belt undone Phil stood and walked back over to the window again. The garden was over looked on both sides but here he was now asking if I thought he could piss in our garden because he HAD to go. I said my mum surely had to be out soon and he ran the risk of being seen. He moaned loudly and he was starting to get very stressed and angry now. ‘For god’s sake this is fucking crazy! How bloody long does it take for a fucking bath? I fucking need to piss.’ He was jumping about like a little kid, stroking himself in a last ditch effort to keep his bladder from bursting. ‘Have you got a jug Mary? A bucket? Anything? Mmmmmmm, ahhhhhhh, grrrrrrrr, I’m gonna fucking piss myself any second.’ Except I couldn’t get him anything. I couldn’t move. If I stood up I would flood my floor without a doubt. My pants were noticeably wet now and so full of mucus. It was oozing out of my open pussy as I shook with such an intensity of urgent need to piss and being on the verge of an orgasm. And right at that very moment we both heard the bathroom door unlock, the door open and someone walk to a neighbouring bedroom. With his jeans held up with one hand and the other grasping at his penis through his damp boxers Phil ran to that bathroom with me right behind him one hand now inside my knickers with two fingers inside myself holding back my flow. Phil had no hands left to close the door so without him realising I ran in right behind him and while he slide his dripping half erect member out the leg hole of his boxers and let rip a hugely long, satisfying and loud pee I had jumped into the bath, closed the shower curtain, removed my wet pants and I crouched down and pissed in the bath a long, orgasmic and wonderfully relieving pee myself. As Phil moaned I had to hold back my own moans as I wasn’t sure he knew where I was. If he did he never said as after he had finished pissing, he pulled his jeans up, fastened his belt, flushed, washed his hands and left. Meanwhile I finished my pee, brought myself to climax then had a shower. Neither of us spoke about that morning ever again.
  11. Hello everyone ! Its been a very long time since I have posted on the here. I frequent the website quite a bit, but never seemed inspired to make any more posts. I am not sure what has sparked my interest to post again but I am feeling very inspired. This experience I’m going to share with your guys today is something that happened to me recently, whenever my work had conducted a series of random drugs test to insure our employee were not doing any illegal drugs. I hope you guys enjoy this experience as much as I did and please leave recommendations for more scenarios or experiences you may want to hear about. To begin, I work in a corporate office and they conduct drug tests fairly frequently to insure that all of the employees are adhering to the strict policies/ rules that our company has. As with any random drug test, of course you will not be notified prior to the test so you do not have time to detox yourself or make arrangements to collect someone else’s urine or try to “cheat” the system. My work day began as it normally does and nothing seemed out of be ordinary. I had already had my first break and was about and hour away from lunch. I continued to do work and eventually my lunch time came around. At my job I have an hour lunch, so of course I took advantage of the time to leave the office and enjoy lunch my lunch in peace . After having my lunch, I began to walk inside making my way to the restroom as I always doing knowing my next break will not be for another 2-3 hrs. I went to the restroom and returned to my desk. When approaching my desk my supervisor came over to my desk with a box... and it was the drug test. Seeing the box made my stomach drop... not because I thought I was gonna fail ,because I have never done drugs never have never will ,but because I had just peed. He handed me the box and said that I was to go to the local walk in clinic to complete the test. Knowing that I had just peed before returning to my desk, I decided before I went to the clinic I would stop by a near by gas station and get a big 32 oz cup of water with no ice. I had got the water and began to sip on it very quickly as I was headed to the clinic drinking so fast I had the water done by the time I got there which took about 10 mins to arrive . When I arrived at the clinic I began to check in so I could take my test. After checking in the receptionist told me to take a seat in the waiting area and I would be called back soon. I sat in the waiting room for about 20 mins before they called me back. When they called me back I felt the slightest most tiniest need to pee. The nurse went over the rules, filled out the paperwork and gave me the cup and told me to fill to the line. I went into the bathroom took out my penis and began to pee as I was filling the cup I was getting close the line but didn’t feel anymore pee on its way my bladder was empty. I took the cup out and the nurse told me I would have to provide a bigger sample. So I would have to take it again. She mentioned to me that I have 3 hrs to complete the test and if I cannot fill to the line I would fail the test which would result in termination. She told me she will give me 8 oz of water every 20 mins until I have to pee. I began my first cup at 1:00 pm she set a timer and advised she would be back. 20 mins pass and she comes back and ask me if I needed more water and I told her yes as I didn’t not feel any need yet. She filled the cup up and set another timer 1:40 and she returns my need to pee has still barely increased and on a scale of 1-10 I was at a 1 still...she gave me another 8 ounces of water and set another timer to go off at 2:00 pm The nurse came back in and to her surprise I was still not desperate to go, so she filled the cup a 4th time. During this time period I began to feel a slightly increased urge to pee as the water I drank prior plus the water I was drinking now was finally processing. 64 oz later ... When the nurse returned I advised I felt a slight urge to pee but didn’t want to chance giving a sample it at the moment because I wanted to make sure I could pee enough. She filled the cup a 5th time and began to seem amazed that I still did not need to pee. As myself was too as I had drank 64 oz of water and barely felt and urge to pee This is is where things began to get interesting halfway through my 20 min interval my need went from a 3/10 to a 7/10 and I could feel a tingly full sensation in my penis. The water began to hit me all at once. Terrified with how long it was taking me gain an urge to pee/ take the test I wanted to make sure I was urgent enough to fill up the cup as I was getting closer to the time allotted time and I had not peed enough yet. At this point I would have visited the bathroom if I was at home or work. The nurse returned and asked me how I was doing I mentioned to her that I did need to pee now but I wanted to do another 20-25 mins to make sure my sample was enough. The nurses brought me my final cup of water and told me that she would be back in 25 mins and If I needed to go before then just to open the door and holler for her. I took the last drink of water even though my teeth were floating and began my last interval (72 ounces at this point) 5 mins after the nurse left my urge went up to 8/10 my penis began to feel numb and felt like all my urine was right at the tip of my dick. 10 more mins pass and my urge to pee is now a 9/10 I am constantly squirming in my seat and began to spurt from time to time. I tell myself there is only 10 mins left I can do it.... 2 mins pass and I begin to spurt more frequently and I know soon I will lose it all. I hobble over to the door and call for the nurse. She begins to come over to the door and tells me to come over to the sink so I can wash my hands to prepare for the 2nd collection attempt. As soon as the water turned on it was torture to my poor dick that just wanted to release all the pent up piss. As I’m washing my hands I began to spurt a couple more times in my pants. The spot on my underwear at this point had to be he size of a tennis ball. As we were approaching the bathroom to gather my collection a male nurse enters the restroom to pee. My stomach dropped my eyes began to water and my dick began to twitch in desperation. The nurse told me we will have to wait a moment until he is done. The bathroom was in a hallway so while the male nurse was in the bathroom you could hear everything he was doing in there. The male nurse began to urinate very loud into the toilet and you could hear the force of his hot piss hitting the water, the pissing sounds became too much for me and i began to start pinching my dick to avoid leaking hot piss down my leg. The nurse pissed for so long he must have had to go very bad. Finally the nurse exits the bathroom with a very pleased look on his face. Which I knew would be me very very soon. The nurse gave me my cup and told me to go take a sample I ran into the bathroom not even worrying about locking the door because of my sheer desperation. I began to unzip my pants and started to have a tough time unzipping them...of course at this time my zipper would give me problems.... with every effort of unzipping I began to spurt more and more each release feeling more and more orgasmic. Finally after what felt like eons of fondling with my zipper I began to fish out my dick. I began to start pissing full force before my dick was even out of my underwear and I began to fill up my cup. The release was orgasmic and like nothing I had ever experienced before I filled the cup well above the line and pissed for EVER. After releasing the torrent of piss from my bladder. I Inspected my underwear and the whole front of them were wet. I exited the bathroom with a huge look of victory on my face and gave the nurse my collection. She even commented on the size of my collection and said “man you really had to go”! I grinned and said “oh you don’t even know the half of it”and chuckled, I left the office and returned back to work. On the short drive back I began to feel and urge again and realized this would be my reality for the rest of the day . All the water I had drank is finally doing its job after the need for it is gone. This continued the rest of my shift with many frequent trips to the bathroom. This experience was a very exhilarating one for me and I really enjoyed reading about it. I hope you guys enjoy it and please give me feedback or recommendations I really enjoying being very descriptive when it comes to desperation so please let me know how you enjoyed the way I explained my desperation.
  12. Wombat48

    Male desperation

    I have many recollections over the years of Male desperation that I have witnessed in public-would people be interested in me sharing these?
  13. A/N: Another commission of mine. This time, they wanted something involving Dipper. The time setting I went with was during the time when Dipper was trying to crack the laptop's password. Ever since arriving in Gravity Falls with his sister, Dipper Pines had been amazed at all the unusual happenings, and, more than anything, wanted to know what was going on. He jumped at the chance to obtain any new information, and would rack his brain as he studied up on it. More often than not, one would find him with his head buried in the journal, or out exploring some new lead. So when he obtained the laptop, he knew that he had to dedicate all of his energy to uncovering what was on it. Finally, he had the chance to get some real answers, after all this time. Finally, he could see the truth behind every weird occurrence that he had seen over the summer. Finally, he was almost there. Now all he had to do was figure out the damn password. He had been working nonstop, trying as many combinations and words as he could. He had occasionally had Mabel to help, but with her so focused on her puppet show, he was usually on his own for most of the time, which made for very slow goings. He would be at it for hours and hours at a time, and whenever he wasn't working on that, he was stuck helping Mabel. Really, he didn't even have time to sleep, and it got to the point that he was unable to keep his eyes open during the day. Staying up late was pointless if he couldn't be productive in the daytime. And so he decided he would have to find some way to keep himself awake no matter how tired he was, and took up drinking energy drinks. Though the taste was less than pleasant, he got used to it soon enough, and it got the job done. He knew that the caffeine wasn't the best for him, but he'd worry more about his health when he'd figured out the password. ~X~ After another fruitless night of password attempts and two hours of the sleep, Dipper was woken by the sounds of Mabel getting to work on her puppet show. All the better, he thought. Now I can get a really early start on it. He said a distracted “good morning” to his twin, who gave an equally distracted reply, and they both got down to their respective projects. Within a few minutes of starting, he could already feel his eyes drooping and knew it was time for his first energy drink of the day. After he had polished it off, he got right back to his desk. He didn't even wait for the effects to start kicking in before he got started. He couldn't waste a single moment on his exhaustion. And with that in mind, he started drinking a second while he worked. When the buzz of the caffeine took over, his work quickened a bit, and so did rate at which he took sips from his drink. Soon, he was starting a third, hoping that by piling them up on each other, he would be able to make the effects last longer and could work uninterrupted from that point on. And he was able to work uninterrupted for a long time. It wasn't until an hour or so in that he began to notice the twinges in his bladder becoming uncomfortable. He had started feeling the need some time ago, but had ignored it as it hadn't been too bad up to this point. Now, though, he started to think that a break was in order soon. But, first, he had seventy five more potential passwords to try. He found it was a lot easier to focus on the task at hand and ignore his bladder if he squirmed a lot in his chair. Mabel was in and out, fetching different things, and he tried to avoid doing it for as long as possible whenever she was in the room. It wasn't as if he was uncomfortable around her about it; twins share just about everything at some point or another. It was just that he knew she would scold him for forcing himself to hold it while he worked so hard. Still, he found it torturous to try to hold completely still whenever she was in the room and would find some excuse to move every now and then that wouldn't look completely suspicious. Just a little bit more, and then it would be perfectly okay for him to take a short break. With only sixty passwords left to try, he started to wonder if he would even make it to the end of the list. When he couldn't move around constantly, it made holding incredibly hard, and Mabel seemed to be completely stationary in the room now. Even if he wanted to get up and go early, he knew that his walk to the bathroom would be impossible without stops to regain his composure, and he didn't want anyone to witness that. He began to squirm a bit more openly, hoping she was absorbed enough in her work that she wouldn't notice. He was nearly at his breaking point, and if he didn't do something to alleviate the pressure, it would be game over for him. After trying five more that didn't work, he was squirming so much that if she even glanced at him, she would know exactly what was going on. “Hey, Dipper?” she asked suddenly. “Y-yeah, Mabel?” he answered, trying to sound calm but failing a bit. “Can you help me glue the eyes on the rest of these puppets? It'll go a lot faster if we do it together, and I'm really behind on schedule,” she said. “I...sure,” he said, though he wondered if he would actually be able to make it through an entire session of puppet-eye-gluing. When he stood up, the pressure on his bladder caused his knees to buckle and he knew there was no getting around it- he had to go to the bathroom right that second. “But, uh, hold on just one second, I'm gonna run to the bathroom,” he said, trying to take a step. As he did, a wave of desperation hit him that almost knocked him off, and he shoved a hand between his legs to stop himself from losing control right there. “Can't you wait a little bit? I really need your he-” Her voice broke off as she finally turned around to look at him. His face turned red. “Oh. I guess you can't. Dipper, what did I tell you about not overworking yourself?” “I know, Mabel, and it won't happen again, I just really-” “Honestly, it's not healthy to be that obsessed with something,” she said, not seeming to realize she had one of the puppet's googly eyes glued to her cheek. “You shouldn't just sit there all day working on that, at least not when you need to go to the bathroom. I mean-” “Mabel!” “Hold on, Dipper, I'm lecturing! Anyway, as I was saying, if you're letting it get to that point, I don't even know if...you...should...” She trailed off because she was interrupted by the sound of fluid splashing on the floor. He threw his hands up to avoid getting them wetter, as he lost his battle. His shorts were soon completely soaked as it ran down his legs, pooling on the floor and drenching his socks and shoes. He closed his eyes tightly, blushing a dark shade of red as he wet himself. When the room fell silent, and he had finally finished, there was a long pause before she said, “I...I'm sorry. I didn't know you weren't gonna...” Dipper sighed, hanging his head. “Yeah, well, I did.” “Hey, hey, it's okay,” she said, getting up and walking over to him. She put an arm around him and said, “Really, don't worry about it.” “What do you mean, 'don't worry about it'? I wet myself like some little kid! You were right, I shouldn't have pushed myself so hard...I'm so stupid!” “No, Dipper, shhh. It's okay. It happens sometimes. You really don't need to worry about it. It's mostly my fault for stopping you anyway,” she said. “I'll help you clean up, and we can keep this our secret.” “Really?” he asked, starting to cheer up a little bit. “You promise you won't tell anyone? Not even your friends?” “Not even my friends!” “Not under any circumstances?” “Not under any circumstances!” Finally, Dipper smiled. It hadn't been the best of days, but he knew he could always count on his sister to have his back.
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  15. cherry65

    How to tell your spouse...

    Ive been having alot of dreams about experimenting omo with my spouse... I have never told him about my fetish. We have danced around the topic a bit but he gets really nervous talking about it. I know he would definitely be comfortable being the little in the situation but I dont know how to ask him if he’d wet for me. One day I wish he’d wear a diaper for me but im a shy person in general and have a hard time being vulnerable especially with something like this. I’m wondering if anyone has advice on how to bring it up without being too weird about it. Any advice appreciated!
  16. lethalty60

    The Labyrinth

    So I've decided to try starting an interactive based on a game I played on Armor Games called 'The Labyrinth.' It's an adventure game that's turn-based and a maze. I'm thinking on doing this with a twist on my own. But first, some pointers in the game. First off, the stats. Accuracy: This determines how much of a chance a comrade can hit with a physical weapon, melee or range. Any accuracy less than 100% has a chance for miss. Spells automatically hit. Starting accuracy is 80% Health: How much damage a comrade can take before they fall unconscious. After combat, fallen comrades regain consciousness with marginal health. Health Regeneration restores health, and is constant on 1.5%. Mana: This determines the max mana a comrade can have. More mana means more spells to cast. Some have a cool down, which is how many turns before that spell becomes available again. Mana Regeneration restores mana, and is constant on 1.5%. Quickness: Reaction time. The higher the Quickness, the better the chances a comrade will have the first strike. Unlike this game, your comrades have the advantage on quickness. Crit Chance: Chance of a critical hit, which is double the damage. Now that the stats are covered, we'll need a class for our main comrade and a sub class. There are four classes, each with their own subclass. Warrior: They are the tough fighters of the group, tanking or off-tanking the group, and can absorb a lot of damage. Though heavy armor and swords are what they can equip for their melee hand. The sub classes for a warrior are: Berserker: Rage fueling into their attacks and abilities, trading defensive for offensive, and get more powerful the less HP they have! Templars: Tank Warriors that dispatch spell-casters, abilities that can Silence enemies while cleansing allies of debuffs while raising magical resistance. Dragon Slayers: Damaging Warriors with a thrill for killing, bonuses granted for killing enemies, feeding their rampage further. Knight: The strongest defense unit, can force enemies to target them and gain massive amounts of damage resistance for passive and active abilities. Mage: Magically diverse member of the group. With powerful damaging abilities while also being some of the best support units. To better concentrate their spells, they must wear light armor clothing and staves. The sub classes for a mage are: Arcane Mage: Master of the elements, possessing powerful spells that damage and debilitate their enemies with no support abilities. White Mage: Simple yet strong healer, lacking offense for stronger Health and Mana regeneration abilities. Blood Mage: Practiced the forbidden art of Blood Magic, using their own life force to power their spells, which becomes more powerful as a result. Shaman: The hardest support to utilize, weak at first, but given enough experience, and they are a force to be reckoned with. Rouge: Single-target fighters of the group. Each Rouge has abilities to either disabling or destroying their enemies one at a time. For mobility and defense, only medium weight armor and daggers/spears. The sub classes for a rouge are: Marauder: Strong debuffers, able to disable single targets with bleeds and armor shreds, while also having a special ability that bypasses all defenses. Assassin: Fighting with pin-point accuracy, able to kill instantly, exposing defenses on weak enemies before going for the kill. Duelist: One-on-one fighters, dealing more damage on a single target the longer the fight continues until victory has happened. Ninja: Stealthy fighters, preferring to hide in the shadow before attacking, can disappear only to reappear unexpectedly for an unexpected and powerful blow. Archer: More balanced than Rouges or Warriors. They can be powerful fighters and powerful healers for any role the party needs. For a balanced nature, bows and Medium armor are used. The sub classes for an archer are: Sharpshooter: Meticulous, lining up for a perfect shot as high-accuracy fighters while dealing high burst damage. Herbalist: Knows much knowledge about nature and it's many uses, making remedies for allies, and toxins for enemies. Hunter: Adept scouters and trappers, many powerful debuffs to disarm and maim their enemies, allowing allies to deal the finishing blow. Brewer: Just like to get their drink on, able to create brews that can power up allies, and weaken enemies. After all this work, I feel like we can continue on. For our first character, i.e. the comments from you, needs to have a class and sub class. It's your choice on how you want this person to be. And of course, I'm going to gender neutralize this.
  17. Hi guys, I've been on here for a few years now, but never got around to posting any pics of myself, despite enjoying all your posts, so I decided to be naughty. This was actually the first time I wore these pants, I got them delivered that morning and decided to go for it. I felt like about an 8 or so, but I couldn't wait to get going! In the end it was quite a puddle on the floor, so I was probably closer to the end than I thought! I honestly peed with all my strength to put on as good a show as possible, but even after I thought I had finished I was able to do a POV where I added to the puddle quite a bit. Hope you guys all enjoy, any suggestions gratefully received!
  18. neilscotland

    malefemale I love to wet sports shorts

    Some of you know already that I have a thing about sports shorts. I just love to pee in them. There's nothing better than the feel of warm pee soaking my shorts, running down my legs and soaking my socks. Here are two recent photos when I did not go to the bathroom in my house and instead went to the bathroom in my shorts.
  19. “So I’ve got to ask,” Parker said. “What’s your game plan here?” “We’re gonna keep driving.” “Uh—that’s all? We’re just gonna keep going?” “Until we can’t anymore, yeah.” “Um. Who gets to decide when we ‘can’t’?” “The driver does.” “And that’s you.—So what’s your cutoff for ‘can’t’?” “Well, I don’t imagine either one of us really wants to piss our pants,” Meagan said serenely, “so we’ll stop when it’s that or we wet ourselves.” “Hon, can I just point out that you’re much, much better at holding it than I am?” “Oh, I know. But you’ve got two things going for you. One, I’ve been holding it a lot longer than you have. Two, you’ve got a way to control it better than I can. Get yourself erect, boy. Get that sucker up.” “That’s gonna be a little tricky.” She outright laughed. “Wanna bet?” “I’ve really gotta go, love.” She smiled. “So do I, love. Just think about that. That and a few of the other things we’ve been up to in the last few days…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Road Trip, Part One: Incentive Plan “Sorry!” “Okay, try it again,” Meagan said, as calmly as she could manage. “Only this time, a little more gently.” “Yeah,” Parker said, brow furrowed in concentration. “Okay, here goes… shit! Sorry!” “You’re just trying too hard. Real gentle.” “Crap!—and now the car’s stalled.” “It happens,” Meagan said. They were in a random parking lot—the first mostly-empty one they’d found on this day of their trip—for Parker to practice driving stick shift. “Man, why can’t I get this right?” Parker said, gripping the steering wheel with frustration. “It happens to all of us when we’re learning, hon,” Meagan said. “My dad did the exact same thing with me when I was learning to drive stick, and I did the exact same thing as you. A full hour of not getting much of anywhere.” Meagan’s eyes flickered to some distant memory. “Of course, I don’t intend to use his methods of getting you to learn.” “Why, what’d he do?” “After the first half-hour he yelled a lot. Then I cried a lot. After I was done crying, I decided I wasn’t going to let him tear me down again. I practiced a lot with other people and didn’t tell him. When he took me out again, I knew I’d be ready.” “And were you?” “First thing I did was stall, since I was still pretty nervous! And he yelled some more. Next thing I did, though? I started it right back up, found first, and drove around the block. He quieted down a little, then found something else to yell about—anyway. Long story short, I’m not doing it his way.” “What did you have in mind instead?” Parker said. “Hmmmm—maybe something like an incentive plan…” “A sexy incentive plan?” “With us, is there any other kind?” “I think we all know where this is leading…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Table of Incentives 15 minutes stick-shift practice: 200ml of water 1 full hour: 1 full liter 1 mile driven: 5 minute’s delay in going to the bathroom “You’ve come such a long way already, hon,” Meagan said. “I know you’re still having trouble with first gear, but other than that—I’d say you’re ready for streets.” “What can I say? You’re a good teacher.” “Well, a properly-motivated student always helps.” “1200ml of motivation!” “Mmmhmmm.” Parker eyed the quiet street. A summer Sunday meant there were few people coming through this particular office-park neighborhood. “Y’know, I bet I could do streets right now.” “Sure, circle around a little!” Parker tootled around the neighborhood for a bit, and then— “Mmkay,” Meagan said, “I didn’t really expect you to go for the highway so quick.” “But highway driving is easier. You don’t need to shift nearly so much.” “If you can find 5th gear, then by all means!” Parker did find 5th, given enough time—and thus they were barrelling north with him at the wheel. Meagan leaned her seat back a bit and put her bare feet up on the dashboard with a satisfied sigh. “I could get used to this,” she said, hands behind her head, looking out at the world through her sunglasses, battered hat low over her eyes. “Don’t get too comfy, love,” Parker warned. “Why not? You’ve got this,” she said, patting his arm. “Because we’re now coming up on an hour and a half of driving practice. That’s 1400ml. And I’d like you to start now.” Meagan chuckled. “So eager, the young student is, for his prize.” “Well-earned.” “Oh, not denying it.” She hoisted her water bottle. “All right! Here we go—though I may need to steal from yours before long.” An hour later, Meagan had made a considerable dent in the water bottle and Parker had eaten up quite a few miles—which, Meagan realized, was going to cost her considerably. “Wait, I have to wait how long?” “Well, let’s see. I’ve come sixty-eight miles on the highway. Sixty times five is three hundred, eight times five is forty—so, three-hundred forty minutes, which is… five hours, forty minutes.” “Starting when?” “Well, we didn’t quite settle that point. Would it be from when you first needed to pee, or when you’d first go to the bathroom?” “Gotta be the first. Second is more vague. So—starting ten minutes ago, I guess.” “Congratulations! You don’t get to pee until we stop for dinner.” “Aww fuck,” Meagan said. “Pull over.” “I can keep driving.” “And keep running up my tab? Fuck no. Pull over!” “I think we need gas anyway…” At the gas station Parker flashed Meagan a grin and said, “I’ll be right back—just using the bathroom.” She blew him a kiss while flipping him off. As they got back on the highway with Meagan at the wheel, Parker watched her closely for any signs of desperation. But this was Meagan. She drove for nearly the next three hours without even mentioning anything. Parker knew her body and watched her gradually lock down, but she stayed calm. Finally Parker raised the issue. “You drank a liter and a half and it’s been three hours. How are you not bursting?” “You brought this on yourself,” Meagan said calmly. “Wait, what?” “You pulled a fast one on me with getting on the highway and running up the miles like that. So to get back at you, I haven’t given you anything you could get turned on by. No talk, no fidgeting, nothing.” He laughed. “Nice comeback.” “Mmmmmhmmmm. Plus I’m sweating a bit, so that’s sparing me some. But it’s not a very nice incentive program if you don’t get what you want out of it, now is it? So now that you ask… I am totally bursting. I gotta pee like crazy. Just didn’t let you see.” “Well, you’re about halfway done,” Parker said. “Think you can make it?” “I really don’t know!” Meagan said. “I guess we’ll find out—and if I pull over in a hurry, we have our answer.” The next stretch of highway, Parker didn’t look at the scenery at all. His eyes were glued to Meagan. At first there wasn’t much to see, beyond her usual tells in finger-tapping and overall stillness/tension/control. But before long she was shifting in her seat. Then she was wriggling in her seat. “How much longer?” she asked. “Umm, let’s see. You’ve done three and a half hours… two hours left.” “Fuck. I’m not sure how safe to drive I am right now.” “You could let me drive.” “That would be safer! And then you’d add more time and I’d piss my pants.” “Aww, you wouldn’t! You’ve gone a lot longer than this.” “Not after chugging a liter and a half, and pretty quickly.” She laid a hand on her belly. “I’m starting to feel like I’m pregnant. I’m sweating. And honestly, I’m getting tired. Every muscle I’ve got is all tensed up and that’s tiring. I don’t suppose you’d take this hold on the installment plan?” “You’re sure you can’t drive?” “Getting that way.” “Okay. Let’s look for a place to stop.” “And a place I can pee? Can I save the rest of the hold for later?” “Well—I’d like you to wait as long as you can.” “Mmmkay, hon, but that may be a lot sooner than you think.” “All right.” Parker unfolded the map and started looking for where they were. “There’s a town about ten minutes away,” he reported at last. “Mmmmmkay,” she said. Four minutes later, she suddenly swerved to the side of the road and stopped the car. “Get out,” she said, voice tight, as she fumbled with her seat belt. Parker did as he was told, suddenly feeling like he’d maybe crossed a line. Meagan got out of the car a little more slowly (she had to be careful, as the other cars on the road did come roaring past). She walked around to the passenger side, swinging her arms restlessly. But she didn’t drop her shorts—short, a little tight, and a dark red: a perfect color for her. She stood, shifting from foot to foot, looking very desperate. “What’s up, hon?” he asked. “Is this it? Your limit?” “C’mere,” she said. He stepped closer. She placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him, then pulled him to her. Using his body and the car to block the view of anyone driving past, she felt the bulge in his pants, running her fingers over it. She kissed him again, then said, “I just needed to feel how hard you were.” “Can’t say I mind, but—why?” “Doing this is hard. Really really really hard. I need to go so bad. I’m hot and I’m tired and I was getting a little cranky. ‘Cause when I’m driving, I can’t see how much I’m turning you on. So now that I see what I’m doing to you, I can hold it a little more. For you. I just needed to see your reaction.” “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” “Do you wanna pee here?” “Not yet, at least,” she said, looking around. They were in farm country, and they’d pulled off next to a horse pasture. A couple of horses were looking at them. There were plenty of people around—but all in cars going fifty-five miles an hour past on the road, here and then gone. Nobody was watching. Meagan did a little pee-squirm and crossed her legs. “Fuuuuck,” she said softly. Parker kissed her on the cheek. “I love you so much,” he said. “I know,” she replied, sounding far more contented than she looked, and leaned her head on his shoulder. An SUV slowed down as it passed them, and pulled over a little way up the road. “Hmmm, this could be tricky,” Meagan said, and stepped a little away from Parker. “How come?” She didn’t answer, watching the SUV’s driver as he got out of his truck and walked back toward them. “Hi, kids!” said the man, a clean-cut fellow with a neatly buttoned-down, tucked-in shirt. “Need some help?” “No, we’re fine!” Meagan said cheerfully. “Just needed a stretch break. We’ve been driving a long time.” “I can tell,” said the man, pointing to Meagan’s out-of-state license plate. “I thought you might be out of gas, maybe had some engine trouble. There’s a place just up the road…” “Nope, we’re all good,” Meagan said. “Thanks for stopping, though, that’s real nice.” “Just being a good neighbor,” the man said. “Where you headed?” “Up to the UP,” Meagan said. “Superior Shore. We’re taking a road trip before school starts again.” “Ah, to be young and free,” the man said with a smile. “I haven’t been up there since I had my first child. You two married? Engaged?” “Nope,” Parker said. There was the faintest of pauses before the man smiled again, and said, “Well, I don’t judge. You two have a lovely trip. Say hello to the big lake for me.” “We will,” Meagan said. “Thanks again for stopping!” He waved farewell and walked back to his car. “‘I don’t judge,’” Parker said. “What was that about?” “You didn’t notice?” Meagan asked, pointing to the Christian fish on the SUV’s back door. “I did wonder if he was gonna call us out… nice that he didn’t.” “Yeah, I guess,” Parker said, eyeing the “BUSH/CHENEY” sticker just below the fish. “Lots of people voted for Bush, hon. Most of ‘em perfectly lovely people to people they know. This guy was nice to strangers, too, so he’s even better.” She shivered a little—and not from cold, since it was about 88 degrees and humid. “Of course, he’d be even nicer if he drove away and let me hold…” she added, mock-irritated. As if her wish was his command, the stranger drove off just then, and Meagan could once again squirm in peace. “How long left?” she asked after a minute. “About an hour forty.” She did a little pee-dance, crossed her legs, uncrossed, recrossed them the other way, bent over a little. Then she straightened up and said, “Okay.” “Gonna pee?” “Fuck no. I’m gonna wait another hour forty, or try to. I’ll try driving again, I’m a little looser now.” “You’re sure?” Parker asked, incredulous. “Yup. I’m good at holding, remember? Besides, we don’t know when the next Good Samaritan will show up and offer help.” They got back in the car, Meagan moving very gingerly. She belted herself in a little unusually, with just the shoulder strap, keeping the lap belt behind her. “Thank god my shorts are drawstring, not a zipper,” she muttered, putting on her turn signal. Just as they started to pull away, Parker took a last look at the horses, and laughed aloud. “Check that out!” he said. “Now I know what they mean when they say ‘I gotta piss like a racehorse’!” Meagan looked—and immediately pulled over again to lean over the steering wheel, one hand mashed between her legs. “You okay, hon?” Parker asked. Meagan said—slowly, carefully—“I think so. It was just the combination. Laughing, and seeing the horse pissing… I let go for a second.” “You wet yourself?” “Tiny bit. Don’t think you can see it.” She shivered again. “Okay. I was gonna hold it, but I really don’t think I can.” “Wanna pee here? I’m okay with that.” “Mm. I’d rather not. Better if we got off the highway, at least.” “Want me to drive?” “I’m good for another few minutes. And I’d rather not piss out in the open in broad daylight. But I do wanna make it up to you. Let’s get that town and find a gas station and you can come in with me.” “’Kay, that’s fair. I kinda have to go again myself.” Meagan waited until it was safe to pull out onto the highway slowly, so there would be no sudden lurches on her bladder. She carefully drove the few minutes until they saw the turn-off, and a gas station helpfully right on the corner. Meagan pulled up to the little store and got out slowly, moving with care so nothing would break her fragile self-control. There was a sign that said Restroom around the corner: ask for key. “Can you go get the key, love?” Meagan asked, slightly bent over and leaning on the car. “Mmmmmm. I’d love to see you ask,” Parker said. “Jerkface.” “Love you, too.” She straightened up, squared her shoulders, and said, “All right, come on.” Walking stiffly with every muscle in her body tensed, she stepped up over the curb and moved to the door, which dingled as she pulled it open. Parker grabbed the door behind her, taking the weight. She slowly paced to the store counter, where a teenage boy watched her coming. She leaned on the counter and said, very calmly, “Could I have the key to the restroom, please?” “Sure thing,” he said, and fumbled under the counter for it. He came up with it in a few seconds—agonizingly long to Meagan, Parker was sure. It was connected to a wooden board labeled Ladies’ Room. “Just a heads-up, it sticks a bit,” the boy said. “Thank you,” Meagan said, just as serenely as before, and just as carefully walked out. Parker followed her. As they rounded the corner and got out of sight of most folks coming into the gas station, Meagan stopped, bent over, put one hand on the wall, and passed the key to Parker with her other. “Gonna make it?” “If you can unlock the door for me,” Meagan said. “I’m losing muscle control here.” “Leaking?” “A little.” “I’ll go fast.” Parker hurried to the door and wrestled the lock open. The lock did indeed stick. He got it open despite its stubbornness and held it wide for her. She straightened up, wedged one hand between her legs, and strode quickly into the restroom. Perhaps because it was a women’s restroom, it wasn’t as stinky and grimy as Parker had feared. It certainly wasn’t the sexiest place on the planet. But it got a heck of a lot sexier as Meagan stepped inside and began to pull her shorts down even before Parker came in behind her and closed the door. For a moment it looked like she was wrestling with herself, trying to keep one hand on her crotch while also getting her shorts and panties down and out of the way. But somehow she succeeded, and collapsed onto the toilet. Parker wasn’t sure, but she seemed to be pissing even before her butt hit the seat. She peed a while, longer than her usual bladder blasts. Apparently even her urethra had a hard time handling a liter and a half all at once. Since there wasn’t much to see now that she was sitting down, Parker watched her face and her shoulders. The tension drained out of her body as the piss drained out of her bladder, and bliss replaced it. Her eyes closed and her mouth dropped open and a grin formed on her face, as if she was coming. This, perhaps more than anything else, made him pretty happy and pretty hard, both at once. She finished up and looked up at him. “Wanna pee between my legs?” she asked. “Can’t,” he said, pointing to the hard-on in his shorts. “Here,” she said. He stepped closer. She unzipped his shorts, slid his hard-on out through the fly in his boxers, and cradled his erection in her hand. She just held it, and after the initial usual delight at her touch, he began to droop. “This is for later,” she said. “I’m not getting you off in a gas station bathroom. But I’ll get you off, and good. Soon.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey folks! It's good to be back. This is part one of the first story in the new Meagan & Parker series, entitled "Housemates." There will be two more parts in this story, and then we'll really get rolling after that. Don't know what's going on? This is the third Meagan & Parker series. The first two series are posted here and there on omo.org, but the fast way to read 'em all (plus the never-before-published extras) is to get the PDFs from me. I don't sell my stories, but I accept many things in trade: videos and pics that you are free to share, personal stories, reviews of my stories (i.e., good publicity), and asking nicely. Message me if you are interested!
  20. Wanna say thanks to my amazing beta! Hope all of u can enjoy this. Jacob and Sam’s bladder marathon “I didn’t remember “The Fellowship of the Ring” being so long”, Jacob commented, visibly anxious. “That’s the extended version for you!” pointed his friend Sam. “You’ve got to admit watching it on the big screen is something different! I don’t care how good your TV is!” “Yeah… it’s different all-right! Back home I can pause it!” “Oh boo-hoo! Come on man! Don’t tell me that wasn’t great! We should be so lucky as to have a re-run marathon in our town!” “Yeah… I gotta admit, I missed seeing these on the big screen.” Both friends were standing up as the credits were rolling and the lights turning back on in the movie theater. Around them, every other moviegoer was standing up as well. “Come on man, let’s go, I’m starving!” commented Sam. “Let’s order some pizzas. This salty popcorn didn’t feed me properly.” Both men walked down the corridors at a pace slowed by the large audience that had gathered. Once back in the hall, Jacob commented: “Hang on a minute, dude. I’ve gotta take a leak!” “That might prove difficult man! Look at all these people in front of the bathroom!” Sam replied. The line was indeed quite discouraging. There were probably 30 men waiting past the door to the bathroom. Both friends could only guess that there were at least as many guys waiting their turn inside the bathrooms. As usual, the line in front of the ladies’ room was even longer. “Damn it!” Jacob mumbled under his breath. “Forget it, bro! Can’t you hold it? We can wait until we’re back at your place. This will take forever.” “Yeah, I guess you’re right...” conceded Jacob, defeated. He knew he would have to hold it until his place, or at least try to. They left the theater and started walking down the streets. “Another 40 minutes of walk”, thought Jacob. “I can’t wait for part 2 tomorrow!” commented Sam. “Yeah, well I can’t wait to pee!” added Jacob. “I can tell! You look all tense!” “Yeah, that was the “big gulp” drink. 2 liters of diuretic soda! What was I thinking?” “You were thinking the same thing that I was thinking, Jake. You were thinking that their popcorn was way too salty, that you needed to wash it down and that tomorrow, you’re taking the sweet one.” “Well don’t YOU need a piss? You’ve drank as much as I have!” “Of course I need a piss, man. But watcha gonna do? No point complaining. The sooner we’re back at your place, the sooner we can pee and forget about it!” “I guess you’re right.” Both friends started walking, both being quite tense. It was obvious, though, that Jacob was feeling worse than his friends. 15 minutes into their 40 minutes walk, he was already taking small, mincing steps and bending slightly forward, clearly unwilling to take bigger steps. Little by little, thought, Sam was starting to feel the same discomfort as his friend. The 2 liters “big gulp” cup of soda was truly filling his bladder and he was starting to dance around a bit. For a little while, both friends managed to try and think about something else. Mostly, they talked about the two girls they had in mind. Incidentally, the girls they were after were both best friends, just like Jacob and Sam. Jacob had the cute Linda in his sight while Sam had Sarah in mind. Sam mentioned how the girls might not be interested, as they had “chickened out” that night. “They didn’t just “chicken out!”, dude, they had their yoga class tonight! Oooohhhh damnit!” Sam turned to watch his friend who had stopped in his tracks, a few steps behind him. Jacob seemed unable to take another step. He was furiously fidgeting, jumping from one foot to the next while grabbing his crotch. Sam was no better. His thighs were pressed strongly against one-another. He had not realized that his own hands had reached for his crotch and that he was also grabbing himself. Only upon seeing his friend squirming did he realize that he was giving a show himself. “Dude! I’m not going to make it! The park is right passed this corner! Let’s make a run for it and piss behind a tree!” Jacob suggested. “What, and become a sex offender? Fuck that, man! I’d rather piss myself! Do you want to spend a couple of months getting raped in the county jail and then go door to door to explain to people that you are a perverted freak? It’s not worth it!” “Man, did you hear me? I’m going to wet my freakin’ pants!” “So wet them, then! It’s better than the alternative!” “No way I’m pissing myself man!” Jacob protested. “Well then, keep walking. Things won’t get better with you just standing there!” Sam commented. “I guess you’re right again!” Jacob grumbled before struggling to start walking again. For the next few minutes, Both guys were complaining more and more loudly about the state of their bladders while cautiously walking. “Man, I need to pee sooooooo bad!” Jacob commented. “I know, man, I know! Me too! Just keep walking! We’re more than half-way there!” “Sam! Seriously man, I’m not going to make it!” While it was clear that Jacob was near the bursting point, Sam did not feel much better. He was already doing quite an intense pee-pee dance. “Hey guys!” a familiar voice called them from a distance. In the dark, the could not recognize the two figures moving toward them but Jacob pointed: “Shit man! I think it’s Linda and Sarah!” “Damn it! Are you sure?” “Yeah… I think so. I recognized her voice!” “They couldn’t have chosen a worse time!” Sam commented. While the two female figures were getting nearer, both men tried to act relaxed, or at least as relaxed as they could manage. They were not very convincing and knew so. Still, in the presence of the two ladies they were after, they could not dance around. This forced relaxed stance made it even harder for them to hold their overfilled bladders. “Oh, hey you guys, what’s up?” Sam tried to say, nonchalantly. He was acting tense, Jacob thought. They two girls would see right through their act. “Not much. Just back from yoga class. About to go to Linda’s place. She doesn’t live very far. How was the movie?” “It was great!” tried to comment Jacob, realizing only afterward that he sounded even more anxious than Sam. “Are you guys ok? You look SUPER nervous!” Linda had said that. “Yeah… you’re fidgeting and all. Are you high or something?” Sarah almost had a disappointed tone in her voice. Jake knew that, for the health-conscious, yoga-practicing, exercising young ladies, the idea that the guys dating them were taking drugs would be a deal-breaker. In spite of his humiliation, he decided to go for the truth. “Honesty is the best policy”, as the saying went. “All right guys”, Jacob started saying. “Here’s the deal. Don’t make fun of us. We both had a very large soda each at the movie, and neither of us went to the bathroom. We’re basically bursting to pee right now!” Both girls laughed. “Well that’s just natural then!” added Sarah. “No worries. Linda’s house is only a couple of blocks away. We were just headed there. Follow us and we’ll take care of your bladders!” she had a smile in her voice. In other circumstances, Jacob and Sam would be delighted to be in the girls’ company, especially when their skin-tight yoga pants were molding their feminine curves under the street lamps. But at the moment, their full bladders and the need to relieve them was all that mattered. They were quickly there. Linda rented a house with a front and a back-yard. “I wonder which one of you can hold it the longest?” Sarah asked with some mischief in her voice. “Yeah… I’m wondering that too, now that you’ve said it!” Sam’s voice was almost pleading: “Come on, guys! Now is no time for jokes! We’re both dying to pee here!” “Yeah… you both seem pretty damn desperate! But come on! Don’t you guys want to be our knights in shining armor? Can’t you just hold a little wee-wee for a while? Are you grown-ups or what?” Sarah added. A sadistic one, Sam thought. He would not have taken her for such a cruel trickster. “Tell you what, guys. Let’s make this a double date, with a twist. You both wanted to be with us, right?” Both guys looked at each-other anxiously before nodding to the two women. Now was no time to argue. “Well since we’re heading this way, let’s do the following: Tonight, the winner will get to see the girl he’s after naked! What do you think, Linda?” Deal!” “And the loser?” Jacob asked nervously. He was now doing an open pee-pee dance. He no longer cared about his personal image. Both girls already knew their predicament. Besides, his best friend and now competitor for the night was doing the same in a desperate attempt to stay dry. “A consolation prize! Since he’s going to wet himself anyway, the other girl will get to see HIM naked! Almost as good!” “All right…” both guys sighed. “Awesome!” For the next few minutes, both guys squirmed, fidgeted and danced around, squeezing their thighs shut, crossing and uncrossing their legs and grabbing themselves best they could. Their moans and complains were the only sound in the back-yard. Both yoga girls sat and watched eagerly this spectacle without saying a word. After what felt like an eternity, Jacob let out a louder complain: “Oh noooo….” “Oh… looks like we have a winner!” Linda said, seeming almost disappointed that her “champion” had lost. “Did you pee yourself Jake” Sarah asked. “Only a few drops!” “Well then, that doesn’t count!” retorted Linda. “Let’s give it some more time.” Jacob was clearly at the end of his rope. He already had lost control somewhat. He only knew it would only be a matter of time before he wet himself completely. Inside his body, he could feel his muscles starting to relax against his will. He was slowly losing this battle and had to exert an ever more conscious control to avoid another leak. Another few minutes and a longer drop of pee escaped his exhausted, pained bladder. Defeated, he pointed to it. Clearly, Sam was more able to handle the pressure. He hadn’t needed to pee as bad as Jacob upon exiting the theater. He pointed to his new loss. Both girls applauded a bit. “How much did you pee?” Sarah asked. “Let us see your pants!” said Linda. Both girls turned on the light on their phones and Jacob reluctantly removed his hands to display what was a small but quite obvious dark spot on the front of his blue jeans. “Well then, let’s keep the show going for a bit longer!” Linda added. “I’m sure you can try and hold the rest in for a while longer, Jake.” “I’ll try, Linda!” Jacob answered without much conviction. In fact, he was certain that his little spurts of pee would only get bigger and bigger until he actually flooded his pants. His bladder had tasted relief and, just like a shark tasting blood, it was screaming for more. A couple more minutes passed with the girls now openly discussing the guys’ condition and making fun of their little dances, before another urge took over Jacob. This time, just like before, it was too much for him to handle. Upon feeling this urge, all his levees broke. His bladder emptied itself in his pants for several seconds before he could finally manage to take back control of his body. By then it was too late. The entire front of his pants was soaked and the large dark spot was growing along his legs. Both girls laughed at him while his friend looked even more nervous. Sam probably wanted to do just the same thing, he thought. Finally, since he had clearly lost, Jacob let go. He resigned himself to emptying his bladder entirely inside his pants. He was already soaked and humiliated. He might as well have an empty bladder. It wasn’t as if his situation could get worse. Humbled, his head low, Jacob let a puddle of water form at his feet. He had just pissed himself in front of the girl he liked, her best friend and HIS own best friend. “Well, a word’s a word”, said Sarah. She grabbed one of Sam’s hand and started dragging him toward the house. “Come on desperate boy! Let’s go to the bathroom! You can watch me strip while you stand in the shower, you know, just in case!” “Wait!” Sam protested as he was being carried away. “Don’t I get to pee?” “No one said anything about that, Sam!” Linda joked to the man who was leaving their side. So Sam would have to stay desperate to pee while he was watching Sarah strip? These women definitely had a wicked sense of humor, Jacob thought. Linda finally stood up from the step where she had been sitting and walked toward Jacob. She was grinning from ear to ear. “Well, I’m sorry you had to see that Lin. But that’s what you and Sarah wanted, wasn’t it?” “It was indeed, Jake! Well I’m not sorry I saw it. Can I confess something?” She had taken another step toward him She was now right next to him, only separated by a small space, probably to avoid his soaked pants, Jacob thought. If she could just press her body against his, she probably would, Jacob thought. “Sure...” Jacob was a bit more hesitant and shy than he would normally be around a pretty girl he liked. But who wouldn’t be, standing in a puddle wearing soaked pants they had just peed inside? “I think you looked kinda cute doing your little pee-pee dance, earlier. And your face, when you lost control, well, you just looked ADORABLE!” In spite of the faint light, Jacob could tell that the lady was blushing. It had clearly cost her to confess that. He decided to take his chance and steal a kiss. She gladly returned it. “You wanna watch The Two Towers with us tomorrow evening? You and Sarah could join me and Sam.” “Only if you promise to get another huge cup of soda… and not visit the bathroom, cute boy!” she joked before kissing him again. “All right… but you’ll have to do the same then!” They kissed again and Linda whispered: “maybe”. “Tell you what, Jake. When they are both gone, I wanna collect my prize. You can use a good shower, we need to get you out of these clothes, and I will be here to watch.” She then added: “Who knows? Maybe you won’t be the only ones stripping around here?” she teased before planting another kiss on his lips. Feeling like Heaven, Jacob thanked the guy at the concession stand, Peter Jackson and his bladder for the night that was starting. It had only taken a peeing accident!
  21. So, I think this is actually directed at younger children, but enjoy anyway! It contains male desperation at the start and a short bout of female desperation at the end. Not fappable probably, but I think you'll enjoy anyway. Happy viewing! 😄
  22. This story was originally an interactive titled "The Library: A Choose Your Own Omorashi Adventure". It's edited for the fiction board, but is 90% the same story if you've already read it. I do still have an interactive sequel planned but am currently running a different stand-alone interactive One Last Time: A Choose Your Own Omorashi Adventure I glanced at the clock flickering in the middle of my peeling dashboard as I pulled up in front of the school; 8:37. Fuck. I was meant to meet Shauna in the library seven minutes ago. Like most teachers she has a real thing about punctuality and I only volunteered to wear the Reading Rabbit outfit to impress her in the first place. Shauna was the best thing about Starkweather; sweet, kind, genuinely helpful, and as sexy as hell. I jumped at the chance to spend time with her out of school. Well, sort of out of school. The book fair was still on school property, technically. But it was a Saturday and no one was getting paid. I really needed to buy an actual alarm clock, though I actually still haven't. I'm a very deep sleeper and my phone just isn't loud enough to reliably wake me up. I filed it on my mental list of things I should get around to one day but probably never will. I woke up 42 minutes later than I had intended that day. There was no time for a shower or a shave, not even time for a real breakfast. I just threw on the first clothes I could find in my closet; blue cotton boxers, black shoes and socks, blue jeans, check shirt, and ran for the car. I drank a breakfast milkshake in a box while driving at ten miles over the speed limit. The front door to the school was unlocked and propped open, Shauna's had probably been there for hours setting up. I already knew where the library was since I'd been on placement at Starkwater for four weeks at that stage, but handwritten signs would have reminded me anyway. As I power-walked down the South corridor toward the library the staff restrooms were to my right. I hadn't noticed earlier in my panicky rush but I actually needed a pee quite a lot. Thinking back I'm pretty sure I didn't use the bathroom before I tore out of the house that morning. I paused slightly, indecisive. Walking by a restroom when you need to go is never advisable, especially with my history of pants-wetting, and I didn't want to make a decision I would end up regretting. But if I went now I'd be even later meeting Shauna, which was certainly not going to help my chances with her. And I figured I could surely just have a pee after I picked up the rabbit costume. So I skipped the restroom and hurried through the the double doors that lead to the library. It wasn't a great move. The Starkwater school library isn't a good library; water-stained ceiling, a few thousand books, most at least ten years old, many considerably older than that, half a dozen desktop computers with sticky keyboards, all running Windows XP, and a stained and threadbare "alphabet rug" with half the letters worn completely away. That day half a dozen tables had been dragged in from somewhere and were covered with new books. Apparently some publishing house was giving the school library a cut of whatever we manage to sell. Honestly it sounded like a scam to me, get Shauna to sell books for free on the weekend so the school maybe gets some money. But the school did clearly need the money. The librarian was simultaneously pleased and furious to see me. "You're late!" Her tone was the kind she uses on children who are late to class, but she was smiling, so I didn't feel too bad. She dragged a white pile of fluffy fabric out from behind the checking desk. "The Reading Rabbit costume. You can put it on in my office." Shauna motioned to a door behind the counter. "Be quick about it though. The kids should be here in the next fifteen minutes and we don't want them to see you without your rabbit head on." I hadn't considered that I would be putting on the costume in her office. I realized at that point that I probably should have used the restroom when I had the chance. I thought about making up for that mistake by going now, but since Shauna wasn't likely to be too thrilled about me leaving the library again I decided to just put on the costume. I carried the Reading Rabbit costume awkwardly into Shauna's office and closed the door behind me. It wasn't a big room. A tiny but neatly kept desk with a laptop sat under a grimy window. A humming computer server took up fully half the room. Untied cables snaked around, taking up still more space. A case of water bottles prevented the door from opening all the way. Shauna must be one of those girls really into hydration. I considered what to do next. Are you meant to take your clothes off before you put on a costume like this? Because if I wasn't meant to do that, and I did, that would be super weird. But if I was meant to undress first Shauna was going to think I was an idiot. I took off my shoes but decided to just put the rabbit costume on over my clothes. I had trouble reaching the zip at the back and nearly dislocated my shoulder reaching around, eventually I managed. With the rabbit head on I had tunnel vision and felt a little unbalanced. I walked back out into the library proper. "Look at you!" Shauna gushed. "The kids are going to love you!" She pulled my head off. "OK. So it gets really hot in that suit. Last year the intern nearly passed out on me. Let me know if you need to duck into my office and take your head off. There are water bottles in my office so you can stay hydrated, but you better have one before you start." Shauna passed me an unopened bottle from behind the checking desk and started drinking a bottle herself. I wasn't too sure about this; I already needed to pee pretty badly and didn't particularly fancy adding more liquid to my bladder. But on the other hand Shauna said that it gets really hot in the suit and I'd put it on over a pair of jeans. I was worried that if I got dehydrated and needed to take lots of breaks, or particularly if I fainted, that wasn't going to impress Shauna at all. So I drank the entire bottle of water Shauna gave me while she buzzed around the library straightening already straight piles of books. When I finished she helped me get my rabbit head on straight and chocked the library doors open with triangular chunks of wood. There was a fairly regular flow of students and their parents throughout the next hour. I spent most of the time either reading books to six-year-olds or posing for photographs with the same children. They all seemed very excited by the Reading Rabbit. I wondered if it might be an actual character from somewhere rather than just a former High School mascot costume the publisher decided would make a good spokes-rabbit for them. I was so busy that when Shauna led me to her office because "Reading Rabbit just needs a little rest" I was surprised that the book sale was already more than half over. "Are you doing OK in there?" Shauna smiled at me as she pulled off my head. "Oh yeah. Sure." The sudden touch of fresh air felt wonderful and cool. I was suddenly aware of how hot it had gotten inside the suit. "Great! We are selling so many books this morning. We might finally be able to update our reference section this year!" Shauna bent over the case of water bottles near her door. I felt a stir of arousal as her dress slid up the back of her thighs nearly as far as her panties. I contemplated asking her out after the book fair. Would she feel obliged because I did her a favor today? Because maybe I should wait in that case... "Here." She shoved a bottle into my hands. "I'll be back in ten." As I unscrewed the bottle lid and took the first mouthful of cool refreshing water my need to pee returned with a vengeance. I've always been a bit like that, able to forget about my bladder through busyness only to become abruptly desperate when something reminded me of my situation. I wondered if maybe I should ask Shauna if I can go to the restroom when she gets back? I cringed a bit at the idea, after all I was in my twenties! Asking to go to the toilet is embarrassing. Still, not as embarrassing as wetting myself in front of Shauna would be. It was safe to say there would never be any dates were that to happen. I figured that maybe I could just mention the restrooms without actually asking? She might get the hint? I drank the rest of my water and paced the floor waiting for Shauna's return, trying to decide what my next move was going to be. "Ready to get back out there?" Shauna seemed harried. She had my head in her hands before I could get a word in edge-ways. "Sure. Though I was thinking about maybe just ducking to the restroom first?" I tried not to make it sound like I was asking permission but I could hear the question mark slither out of my mouth unbidden. She seemed surprised. "Oh. Of course! Only it takes a while to get you in and out of the costume and we only have half an hour left in the book fair. Can you wait that long?" It isn't quite a plea but she clearly wanted me to say yes. I didn't want to disappoint Shauna and it would have been embarrassing to say I couldn't wait. And it probably wasn't even the case. So I told Shauna that of course I could wait till the book fair is over. She helped me get my head put back on straight and ushered me back out into the library itself. The littler kids were excited to see my return. I, on the other hand, were beginning to feel the effects of that last bottle of water and was starting to realize that I might have made a mistake. I found myself increasingly unable to stand still and mostly just walked around the library. The library clock, a five-dollar black and white cliche from Walmart, seemed to slow down. At one point I started to wonder if it might not be broken. With ten minutes left before the scheduled finish the tip of my penis started to throb alarmingly. This wasn't a good sign at all. I knew what that could mean. Visions of abruptly losing all control and helplessly soaking my rabbit suit right there in front of a dozen people flickered through my head. Would it even soak through? Or would I be left knowing I couldn't possibly get away with what I'd done and dreading the inevitability of Shauna finding out. Would she keep it a secret? Or, oh God, would she tell the rest of the staff. Could I even bear to finish my internship with everyone whispering about how I wet myself at the book fair? Why didn't I just pee earlier? But even though there was a real chance of disaster I still couldn't bring myself to tell Shauna that I couldn't wait and that I needed to go now. It was five frustrating minutes past the end of the book fair when Shauna finished the last sale and I pulled my head off. I opened my mouth to tell her that I was going to go to the bathroom when I heard a voice from behind me. "How are my weekend volunteers going? Did the fair go well? Many books sold?" Mrs Taylor. The principal. A matronly woman in her '50s. All business, she even makes the staff call her Mrs Taylor. Shauna responded with her sales figures but I couldn't pay attention. All my energy had to be spent keeping myself from gushing everywhere. I wanted to go to Shauna's office and start pulling off my costume. I wanted to just run to the bathroom, I could take the suit off there. I badly wanted to hold myself with my hand, but not only was my suit far too thick I could hardly hold my cock in front of Shauna and Mrs Taylor! There was nothing I could do except wait politely and hope my body didn't carry through on its promises and decide to let me down at any moment. "Sorry?" Mrs Taylor had said something to me twice. I didn't hear her either time. "I said," she repeated peevishly, "Thank you for coming in on your weekend to help the school out. I'm sure it'll reflect well on you come evaluation." "Thank you mam. Sorry, it's a bit hot in this costume." I explained why I wasn't paying attention with a lie. "Well I won't keep the two of you any longer." She smiled at me though. Whether or not I won points with Shauna I had at least won some credit with the principal. Which was good for entirely different reasons. The moment Mrs Taylor was out of earshot Shauna hissed to me, "Can you mind the library for five minutes? I'm so sorry, I'm literally about to wet my pants." She actually bent at the waist and pressed her crotch through her dress to emphasize the point. I did try to say something but she wasn't listening, she was already too busy power-walking through the library doors. Even though if I had been honest with myself I knew I quite possibly couldn't wait five minutes, and certainly not much longer than that. I definitely couldn't just stand around waiting. I wondered if Shauna would really mind if I just followed her to the bathrooms? The men's obviously, not the ladies'. I decided to wait for her in the library as trying to take the suit off inside the bathroom would probably be a mistake, it's pretty cramped in there. Still, my bladder felt like it was about to explode. As in I was literally about to lose control at any given moment. I could feel an alarming cramping sensation and the tip of my penis was tingling like crazy. It brought back horrible memories of every other time I've been caught short: this is how I feel in the minutes before an accident. I pulled off my rabbit head and laid it on the checking counter and then reached around between my shoulder blades to pull down the zipper for the suit itself. It stuck and I lost my grip on the zipper tag. A particularly powerful urge to pee seized me and I marched on the spot for a few seconds to try and hold on a little longer. I longed to squeeze myself with my hand but the suit was too thick at the crotch for that to be possible. I reached around for the zipper again and held on to it as tightly as I could. It still wouldn't budge. If I was thinking clearly I would just have left it for Shauna to help me with when she got back, but I was simply too desperate to pee and too eager to get out of the suit for that. So I reefed on the zipper with all my might. At first it resisted me, but then, all of a sudden, it quickly unzipped a few inches before jamming again. The shock of the sudden movement threw me off balance and I lurched against the checking counter. To my horror I felt myself starting to pee. It was only half a second before I managed to stanch the flow, but during that half a second I lost a sizable spurt. It'll be OK, I assured myself. Even if it was enough to soak though my underwear, I was wearing jeans. I was well aware that the first few small leaks are usually absorbed without showing. The bigger problem was if I was going to be able to keep from losing the rest of my pee before Shauna got back. I started power-walking laps of the library. Walking has always always helped me when I'm desperate for the toilet. I can't remember ever wetting myself so long as I have been able to keep walking. Stopping is a different story though. And I was certainly going to have to stop so Shauna could help me with the rest of the zip. I tried not to look at the clock but I really couldn't resist. The minutes passed like decades. What was taking Shauna so long? Maybe she ran into Mrs Taylor in the hall? That was the last thing I needed! But just as I started to lose all hope Shauna pushed open the library door and hurried over to me. "Sorry sorry!" She frowns, "I thought you'd have been bursting to get out of that suit by now." "The zipper has jammed on me." You explain. "And actually... I really need to go to the bathroom." Shauna gave me a quick look of horror, her blue eyes wide. "That's right! You've had to go for ages! I'm so sorry, it completely slipped my mind!" "We'll have you out in no time." She said reassuringly, "Just let me have a look at the zipper." Shauna stood behind me to work on the zipper. I closed my eyes and tried to think dry thoughts and not move around too much. "Just a few more minutes" I repeated to myself internally. Standing still was, as always, making it even harder to hold on. I could feel Shauna intermittently tugging at the zipper between my shoulder blades, "Some of the fur has got caught in the teeth. It's completely jammed." She was talking out loud but as much to herself as to me. "I don't really want to damage the suit. The publisher might make us pay for the damage." "It's going to get damaged either way in a minute." I felt myself blushing at my admission and was glad Shauna was still behind me. "Oh... OK... I'd better go get the scissors then." She went behind the checking desk and gave me a tight smile of sympathy before ducking down to rustle around beneath the counter. A powerful surge of desperation struck me and I couldn't help leaking a little. Instinctively I looked down at my crotch but I certainly didn't pee enough to soak through the costume. My jeans were another issue though. My crotch was feeling worryingly warm and wet, there may well be a visible wet patch. Hopefully she just wouldn't look there. People don't do they? "Found them!" Shauna held up a large pair of heavy scissors for me to see as she stood up. She must have seen the urgency and discomfort on my face because she all but ran over to me and began to tinker with the zipper. "I just need to cut this bit of fur loose." She mumbled before pulling the zipper up and down with unexpected force. I leaked again. Longer and harder than before. I had to squeeze my muscle twice before I managed to cut off the stream. My bladder badly wanted me to just give up but my brain was resisting with all the willpower I could muster. "Got it!" Shauna announced in triumph. And suddenly she was in front of me, her face six inches from mine as she pulled the heavy fabric arms off of my arms. It was quicker than if I had done it myself. Before I could even consider that it would be a problem, much less think of a way to stop her, she was crouching in front of me; helping me step out of the suit and tossing it aside. "Oh!" I heard her exclaim in surprise. I looked down to see her still crouching in front of me, her eyes level with my crotch. My eyes flicked to my jeans, heart stained with dread. They, as I had suspected, were obviously stained at the front and between my legs, the wet patch on the denim was obvious next to those still dry parts. A single tongue of wetness licked down my right thigh. She definitely knew that I had started to wet myself. And so as far as my body was concerned there wasn't any point holding back the rest any longer. I did make a brief effort to stop peeing but I couldn't seem to bring myself to care. It was already too late to keep Shauna from finding out so there wasn't much point putting myself through any more pain. I watched my crotch begin to glisten with wetness and pee starting to rush down my legs but I closed my eyes after a second and let it happen. I heard rather than saw Shauna stand up. On one level the relief was incredible, indescribable. On another I was devastated. Not only would there not be any date with Shauna now, she was probably going to tell all the other teachers. From now on I was always going to be that intern who wet himself. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. At length I realized that I had finally stopped peeing. I had to open my eyes. Shauna was still standing in front of me. I wished I was better at reading faces. She was embarrassed for me, certainly. Maybe sympathetic? Or disgusted? Amused? I felt the need to get away, away from the scene of my disgrace and away from the woman who witnessed it. But should I just walk out without a word? Should I at least clean up? I decided that I should probably try and make a joke to break the silence but I couldn't seem to remember how to make sounds with my mouth. It was perplexing. Luckily Shauna talked for me. "I'm so, so sorry. It's entirely my fault." She reached forward to touch my arm and apologized. "No one will ever find out. Don't worry." It was reassuring that she wasn't planning to gossip. Sort of. I didn't really know her well enough to feel entirely comfortable. "At least the Reading Rabbit is OK." I eventually offered with a motion toward the crumpled form on the floor. Shauna smiled. "Yep. Thank goodness we got that off. That would have been a nightmare to explain wouldn't it?" She looked at the wet stain I had left on her rug. "Don't worry about the rug. It will clean up fine. I'll borrow some of the desiccant from the cleaners room. No worries at all. Oh wait! How are you getting home?" "I drove in." I say relieved I hadn't gotten up early enough to have ridden my bike. "Great. Just hang out here for a bit while I check Mrs Taylor isn't still around somewhere. You would not want to run into her right now." Shauna stuck out her tongue a little. "Or ever." Shauna disappeared for a few minutes. She didn't seem to put out, which was good. But I certainly wasn't going to ask her out while wearing soaked jeans. I felt a little numb. I gathered up my keys, phone, wallet, and shoes from her office. I didn't put the shoes on. My legs were starting to get a little cold. She came back with a bucket of desiccant and put it down on the floor next to the wet patch. "Coast is clear." She said while holding the library door open for me. The two of us walked down the hall together, my heart beating a little faster at every creak and crack from the building that someone was going to step out and surprise me. "How are you going?" She asked a little awkwardly. I wasn't sure how to respond. "Because, you know, it isn't a big deal. It happens to everyone sometimes." I wasn't so sure about that and told her so. She gave a little laugh, "Well to lots of people anyway." By this stage we had reached the front door to the school and I was psyching myself up for a brisk and hopefully unnoticed walk back to my car when Shauna touched my arm again. "Hey?" She paused and then continued all in a rush. "I'd really like to make this up to you somehow and I remembered that Aliens is showing next Friday at Queens and I was thinking I might go and would you be interested at all?"
  23. Well this was my first time wetting myself, let alone filming it. Sorry for the poor quality. I hope someone out there enjoys it. Any comments or advice is, of course, appreciated. sweatpants.mp4
  24. One night me and my boyfriend we're out at a party and we had been drinking a lot. So around 3 am we decided to get a cab home it was about an half hour drive to our apartment. I noticed him started to fidget a bit so i asked him if he was okay he said "babe I really need to piss" I told him not to worry because we would be back home soon. I was secretly hoping we would wet himself so that i could take care of him but he was fine at the time. Once we made it up to the apartment he lied down on the couch laying on his back. I had to go to the bathroom pretty bad too at this point so i left him to go to the bathroom. When i came out i was surprised he wasn't at the door waiting for the bathroom considering he had to go "so bad". I came back into the living room and he was passed out snoring away on the couch. Then i noticed a little dark patch on his crotch area that started to get larger. A hot streams of pee started running down his legs and he still didn't wake up. Still flowing strong i nudged his shoulder and said "babe your peeing all over the couch". He opened his eyes and stood up quickly he looked so embarrassed. I helped him get to our bedroom and cleaned him up and put him to bed. in the morning he couldn't remember a thing but I think he was just to proud to admit he went potty all over himself... hope you guys liked it, if so ill write more :)
  25. I'm new at this but i have a really good story so here it goes.. Me and my little brother jessie (not his real name) have always been really close growing up. Since we lived with our single dad whenever he wet the bed or something he would come to me because he was too embarrassed to tell our dad. He had recently got remarried, I was 17 and jessie was only 14 we had become a joined family with two new sisters. Since our house was small and didn't have enough bedrooms so i had to share a bed with jessie the first night. Jessie was very nervous growing up and it was especially hard for him 3 new people living with us. 3:55 am Jessie whispers my name so i roll over to look at him "whaaat" i asked still half asleep. "I had an accident…" I sit up and turn on the lamp to look down at the soaked sheets around him and the damp leg of my sweat pants. "I'm so sorry" he looked so embarrassed and adorable. I told him its okay and accidents do happen so i took the sheets and wet blankets threw them off the bed and got some new sheets from the closet in his room. The mattress was still soaked and jessie wouldn't let me wake anyone up because he was so mortified so used a whole role of paper towel and soaked up all the pee. Once we were all cleaned up he made me promise not to tell anyone and we went back to sleep. I hope you guys liked my story ill never forget it if you like it ill post more :)