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    I got a bit horny when I was staying in my hotel room. So I went to the local pharmacy and bought a colossal portion of the thickest maxi pads in there... This was the result.

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  2. View File Biggest Maxi Pad home-made diaper EVER! I got a bit horny when I was staying in my hotel room. So I went to the local pharmacy and bought a colossal portion of the thickest maxi pads in there... This was the result. Submitter padsndiapers Submitted 05/24/2017 Category Diapers and ageplay  
  3. Hi guys, Casey is back!!! Some people may have read some of my stories from before about a friend of mine I refer to as Casey... Well, here is a new one from just last night less than 24 hours ago! She is my housemate and yesterday in Australia was Mother's Day, so we both caught the train together to see our mums. I stayed at home for a home cooked bbq for my mum as she went out to somewhere fancy with her mum where the drinks were flowing. We decided to meet back at the station afterwards and catch the train home together. When we got to the station there was a minute until our train came! We made a dash for it and got it in the knick of time! We sat down and prepared ourselves for the long hour and ten minute train ride home! She told me as we sat down that she should have peed before she left and she needed to go. She was wearing a purple dress with a black laced covered jacket... She looked fine as hell!! It had been raining most of the day and although now night, the rain was still pouring down! We reached the city, our train goes straight through, so we stayed on... She was fidgeting now and it was obvious... She had a face of concern, I just comforted her. As much as I want to see her have an accident, I don't want to see her publicly embarrassed, im a good guy ok!!! Then news hit as we took off that she didn't want to hear... The train driver came on the speaker and said something along the lines of "this train only runs from to *blah blah* due to scheduled track maintenance. Replacement buses will be running from..."... I told her it will be ok, she can get to the station and use the toilets before we got on the bus. As we pulled into the station, we hopped off the train and walked to where you get the buses. Our bus was already there! I asked the driver how long until we leave and he said he was about to and the next bus wasn't for another hour. **If you don't know what public transport is like on the west coast of Australia on a Sunday, it's shit house! Things run once every hour... And being it was raining and windy, getting home was what was on both our minds** Casey said she could hold another 20 minutes so we got into the bus. I comforted her again and said she could use the toilet when we get off the bus at the station before our last bus home. She nodded and I gave her my iPod to share to distract her from the feeling she had. She grabbed herself maybe once or twice on the bus trip, she seemed distracted enough from the music, so my idea worked!! We hopped off the bus and to her trauma, the station was closed!! As no trains were running, the station was shut down! That meant no toilets for Casey. It was an hour and twenty minutes walk home... So off we went in the pouring rain and wind for our stretch home. I gave her my black hooded jumper to keep her warm, doing all I can to help. She kept telling me the rain and the wind was making it hard for her to hold. I jokingly said "just pee yourself"... She smiled back at me teasing me saying that I would love that... I couldn't disagree with her!! Another ten minutes later she just stopped on the footpath and stood still. She grabbed my hand, smiled at me and walked me off the main road. She lifted her purple dress slightly to reveal her red satin seamless panties and just started going!! It was pretty hot... Rain was pouring, we were soaked and she was there revealing her panties as she stood there wetting them in the middle of the street! She went for about two minutes solid with a pretty strong stream! She seemed happier once she was done, smiling at me and almost skipping up the road! She knew it turns me on... She just said she was too cold and needed to warm up her legs... I played along with it! 40 minutes into our walk she told me she needed to shit... We are both not really into messing... So I didn't see it as a thing to get turned on about. I think she was hinting at something... But I didn't read into it much. An hour into our walk and I was cold... And I mean cold! It hasn't stopped raining the whole time and I had given my jumper to Casey to stay warm... All I was in was a t shirt and light grey skinny jeans. I had a full bladder, but I wasn't desperate to go and it was comfy walking... But I wanted to warm up... So I decided I was going to do what Casey did... I got her attention and stopped on the side of the road and just let it fly... I started peeing my jeans. Although they were already wet, you could see the patch get bigger. Her eyes lit up, shocked at what I was doing. She grabbed a hold of my cock through my jeans as I started to soak them. She just let the piss fill through her hands as she slowly played with member. Although it was only about a minute, for me that's not long, it felt relieving to have some warmth on my body somewhere... Even if I was soaked in piss. We talked about what had happened for the remainder of the walk, she brought up a couple more times she needed the toilet... I just told her we would be home soon. When we got in we took all our clothes off (except Casey kept her wet panties and her bra on) and threw them in the laundry sink. I offered her the shower first... Being the gentleman that I am. She got the water to hot and dragged me in... That's where I shall leave the story!! Yes, there is a bit more but I am not sure if people would want to hear that! Im pretty damn lucky to have a housemate like Casey... She is one damn fine girl!! I hope you all enjoyed this and I still have some stories up my sleeve!!! **PLEASE NOTE!! All my stories I post are not made up! I would like to think I don't have that much of an imagination when it comes to writing stories... so I am not really into writing them. However, when it comes to telling stories from personal experience, that's what I prefer to do... Share with the world situations that I have been luckily enough to be in**
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    This story follows my 'Too shy to say (again)' story, which you can find here: I ended up renting the room and living with the landlady for two months before I moved away to start another job. Although she was a lovely person, she used to take really long showers, which lead to a couple of desperate experiences for me. I came home from work one day much later than usual as I'd gone for a couple of drinks with some colleagues at a local pub. On the walk home I was absolutely bursting to go for a pee, I had not gone to the toilet since earlier than afternoon just after lunch and the pints of beer were now quickly filling up my bladder. It was quite a long walk, 30 minutes or so, and as I got closer to the house I started to get so desperate that I was almost jogging. In fact, while walking along a narrow footpath around the corner from the house, a woman walking in front of me stopped to let me walk by her. I apologised as I hurried past, and feeling a bit less shy than usual (perhaps it was the beers!) I actually admitted to her that I was 'dying for a pee' and was 'trying to make it home!' which made her laugh out loud. By the time I finally got the the front door I was really frantic and was jiggling on the spot as I unlocked the door, trying not to pee myself. I got inside, took off my shoes (gritting my teeth as I had to bend down and undo my laces, squashing my bladder which by now was visibly bulging), threw down my bag and walked quickly to the bathroom, unzipping my suit trousers in readiness for what was going to be a very relieving pee. Except that pee was going to have to wait, as my landlady was showering. I sighed in frustration and bent forwards, squeezing my cock through my boxers for a second before straightening up and walking into the living room. I paced up and down, squeezing myself through my boxers and glancing longingly at the locked bathroom door, desperately trying not to pee all over my suit and on her hardwood floor! I was glad that the other lodger wasn't home, as I was way past the point of being able to hide my desperation. After more than ten frantic minutes of pacing, moaning, bending and cock squeezing the shower was still running and I knew I wasn't going to be able to wait. I was too shy to knock on the bathroom door (and considering it was her house, it would have also been pretty rude) so I decided to go out into her garden and relieve myself behind her garden shed. I didn't want to risk squashing my bladder by bending over to put my shoes on so I just opened the back door and hurried out into the garden in my socks, but luckily it had been a warm day and the grass was dry. Hoping the neighbors wouldn't notice me, I ran down the garden with my suit trousers still unzipped, squeezing my cock for all I was worth, and rushed behind the shed. I immediately pulled my cock out and moaned as I started peeing, relieving myself loudly into the grass. I was peeing a strong stream for ages, relishing the feeling of finally getting to empty my bladder. I remember pushing my pee out in front of me as far as I could, because I didn't want to get any on my socks! Finally relieved, I zipped myself up and went back to the house to make a nice cup of tea!
  5. One of the businesses that we own is a small convenience store on the outskirts of the town where we live. We ended up owning the store as we used to live just around the corner from it before we moved house and we used the store all the time for food and drink. The owner was a lovely old man who ran the shop but due to age and illness he was having to sell the building and the business and go into retirement and we decided that it would be a good investment and would keep the store in the area for the community to use rather than it become something different. That was 5 years ago and the store is still going strong. The store is located opposite the train station and as its only a small town station there is only two platforms with a few benches on each and nothing else so we get a lot of custom from people using the station as well as the local community. As the store is opposite the train station we do get people sometimes come in looking to see if we have a bathroom as the station doesn’t have any. Most of them come in and look around and when they realise we don’t have one they buy something and leave. Sometimes however they ask us and this has lead to some good desperation sightings. We do have a bathroom and if we could we would make it available to the public but because of where it is located it is staff only. At the back of the store is the door to the stock room where we obviously keep our stock and room is stacked with boxes and pallets and shelves stocked up with all sorts of produce and at the other end of that room is a door leading to a small staff room with a kitchen area, table and a sofa where staff can sit on breaks. Off that staff room is the toilet. The stock room is the reason why the toilet is off limits to the public. The shop floor is public space and if a customer has an accident whilst there we are covered on the insurance. However if we allowed customers into the stockroom and they had an accident there we wouldn’t be covered. Therefore no customers allowed. This is the policy that has lead to seeing a few desperate moments and I thought I would share them with you in this thread. Watch this space for updates if you are interested.
  6. Hello! the Names GigaQ, been apart of this web sight for many years, almost since the beginning. i've always had an interest in my AB/DL fantasies and as of recently i almost had a mommy to care for me but it ended up not working out. SO! out of boardum and interest, i've decided to become urinary incontinent for a year to see if i truly can enjoy being the big baby i am inside and wet my diapers with no control. i've been trying to find good places online to read about experiences of people going through this process, only to be kinda sorta left in the dark about what to expect. so here i'm making a journal to A) help myself on my AB/DL Journey. and B) perhaps give others insight on what it takes to go through this. The month of May (the decision) so after much thought and after talking with a potential "mommy" it was decided that i would become Incontinent so my "mommy" could care for me more so like a baby after she moved into my house. so in this interest i prepared myself for the changes by purchasing some premium diapers to prevent possible mortifying accidents out in public. as well as some other supplies like baby powder, and nutrient rich baby wipes to prevent possible rashes. and lastly (since i don't have much else to spend on) laser hair removal on my diapered area. Diapers: Abena M4 Diapers for Day time use. they are thick, but don't make me waddle, really a nice diaper than can hold for a full 8 hour workday. Rearz inc. Safari Diapers for Night time use. these are EXTREMELY thick. they will make me waddle but are without a doubt the cutest AB/DL diapers that hold up to night time wetting. Baby Powder: Johnson and Johnsons (i'm aware of this brand being cancer causing in females, but since i'm male i don't think i have to worry) Wipes: Huggies one and done Cucumber and Green Tea wipes. these don't give off the traditional baby wipe smell, but really clean nicely. Laser Treatment: Ideal Image, This was done because i hate shaving my private area. ingrown hairs are not fun and hair really gets in the way of cleaning. So unfortunately after my potential "Mommy" lost interest and stopped talking to me. but after much thought i still wanted to become incontinent. i already was diagnosed with a bladder problem which i blame this omorashi fetish on because i like to hold my pee on frisky nights. so i had a good reason to tell close friends and family why i was in diapers. and you better believe going down this path will require some explanation to friends and family. if you don't fess up with a plan in mind, someone will ask eventually why you crinkle when you walk, or if you have to bend down and your diaper shows from your backside. or maybe when you are drinking with friends and they notice you don't have to pee....EVER. it's nicer to know you won't be put on the spot and that you can breath easier knowing that yes, you are in diapers, and everyone knows it. so, one of the biggest and most embarrassing situations for me was to walk into "Ideal Image" for my laser hair removal treatment. i had to walk in there, sit down with someone i don't know, and tell her i'm incontinent and i want my private area free of hair. lucky for me she was very professional, very nice, and even gave me a nice 60% discount for the procedure. they had a nice payment plan i could afford, and after deciding even if i wasn't incontinent it would be nice to have a hair free private area i figured this was a win win situation. the same day going in i had the first treatment. and let me tell you it wasn't fun. for you guys, imagine having your balls slapped by a rubber band 20 times. ouch! but ultimately i figured it was for the best and i got through the ordeal. but this is a 18 month process so now it's waiting for the 2nd treatment. now onto the actual wettings. first and foremost. peeing when you first get the feeling is much different then waiting and waiting then going. your diaper can't handle a "Full bladder accident" and usually ends up in leaking. but you soon find out, you pee almost every 30 mins or so if you let go right as you feel the need. and your diaper takes it like a champ. disperses the urine evenly, and you can do this for a solid day with no accidental leaks. but as i said the first week or so of getting used to peeing at any given moment is hard. talking to coworkers (piss) walking around (piss) watching TV (piss) playing with the dog (piss). you always have to remember to have your bladder loose. it's a feeling you begin to notice as you go down this path, having your muscles always tense to having them loose. a very distinct feeling. and it's hard to remember to have it loose at all times being you've been potty trained your whole adult life. but now as i'm into week 2. i'm starting to get a "unhold" of it lol. as i feel the need, where as before i could easily stop it. i remember i'm untraining and my urine flows much easier now. sometimes i feel my bladder squeezing for no reason THEN i feel the pee starting to make it's way out then the warmth happens. i'm learning and telling myself this feels good, i like it, and i need it. and again this happens every 30 mins or so. but the hardest part, is having to walk around in a soaked diaper. i try not to think about it, but it is hard not to notice your soggy bottom. but i do what i must and keep walking and doing my normal stuff. lastly is bedwetting. holy crap is that hard, only once in the past 2 weeks have i woken up to me peeing. but my body isn't used to wetting while laying down yet. all of what i read online says it will happen naturally. but not for a couple of months will i lose control of my bedwetting. which i can't wait for. anyway, i'll be happy to answer any questions. and i'll update my progress sometime in june.
  7. I've noticed a lot of threads about people holding it, and then posting what is happening to them as time passes. I've decided to consolidate this into a single thread in order to keep the board from getting cluttered. I will keep this short and sweet. Basically, if you're holding it right now and you want an audience, go ahead and post in this thread. Mention things such as your level of desperation and provide as many details as you can. While I would prefer all live action stuff to go in this thread, that doesn't mean you are obligated to do it. If you would rather, you could always hold it, do what needs to be done, and then post a separate thread about what happened. This is subject to change as questions and problems arise.
  8. [[Authors Note: Hello. Well, I’ve been seeing a lot of these interactive stories and participating in some of them, so I’ve decided to give it a try myself. I’ll see if there is any interest after my first post and, maybe if a few people seem to enjoy it, I’ll continue it. This story will mix combat and character based conversations, with the typical Omo.com twist of adding bladder meters to your party members. When in combat, one’s bladder (and perhaps something else if interest is shown in it) may give out, causing them to wet themselves in battle. The bladder meter will be active at all times, for both genders of character. In addition, with few exceptions, most characters can be romantically/sexually paired up. This story will be based on the Fire Emblem series of games, with original characters. Character classes and appearances will be based on Fire Emblem series, specifically FE: Awakening and FE: Fates. In addition, stats will be loosely based on games. The Strength stat concerns all physical based attacks. Magic concerns all magical attacks. Defense concerns one’s ability to absorb physical damage. Resistance concerns one’s ability to absorb magic attacks. To make combat more simple, the speed and skill stats will not be used. The Luck stat, however, will be used, and will dictate critical attacks and one’s ability to catch themselves if they are about to wet themselves in battles. All party members will have an unique stat, which will be unexplained, but may help them depending on certain situations. Health will not be visible for the fight and will rather be displayed as a status condition. In addition, combat will be considered ‘casual’ by Fire Emblem standards, as party members do not die in combat and are instead knocked out. With this being said, if interest is shown, we may begin]] Three figures sit around a small fire in a clearing in a forest. The sounds of the forest ring out around them. An owl howling in the distance. The wind blowing against the trees. The fire roaring softly. Our protagonist looks up at their two companions and sighs, tired from a long day with a clear twinge in their bladder. [Pick a Protagonist, a supporter, and a mentor from the list below. Each potential character will be marked as either a protagonist, supporter, combination of the two, or a mentor.} Morrigan (Protagonist/Supporter) [the student of magic] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young looking girl with purple hair in curls. Shorter than average height, Five foot two. Covers herself with the basic blue robes of a student of magic. With pale skin and a slim build, she has equally slim breasts and a small bladder. Very modest about where she relieves herself. Background: Naturally gifted in magic and naturally able to use dark magic, Morrigan was unaware of her powers until her 13th birthday, when her normal life with her parents in a small town changed forever when she fell into a mirror. After five years that she barely recalls, her powers have became stable and powerful as she awoke in a forest. If chosen as protagonist, the Coming Home quest will be activated. Class/Starting Stats: Mage, Level 10 Strength: 0 Magic: 7+2(Magic +2) Defense: 2 Resistance: 5 Luck: 5 Cuteness: 10 Skills: Shadowfaire: Allows this unit to use dark tomes, even if not a dark mage. Magic 2+: Gains a natural +2 to magic stat. Starting equipment: Flux: Dark Magic, 60% Accuracy, 5 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Wind: Wind magic, 90% Accuracy, 1 base damage, 0% natural crit chance Ace (Protagonist/Supporter) [the sharpshooter] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young man with short, brown hair. Five foot five in height, tan skin, and an athletic build. Wears the light chainmail coat with his family crest, a gold bow with a white arrow, on his arms. He has a medium sized bladder, reserved about where he relieves himself. Background: Ace was the son of a noble family who were known for the great archers who belonged to the line. As such, Ace was trained in archery from a young age. After joining the military, Ace and his squad were sent on a mission deep into enemy territory. Ace and his squad were separated, with the rest of his squad presumed dead. If selected as protagonist, the starting mission “Mission Report” will be activated. Class/Starting stats: Archer: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic: 1 Defense: 4 Resistance: 4 Luck:4 Focus: 10 Skills: Headshot: 30% additional chance to crit +20 Hit: Additional +20% to hit Starting Equipment: Iron Bow: A common bow: 70% Accuracy, 4 base damage, 0% natural crit chance. Vera (Protagonist)[the vengeful one] Age: 20 Physical description: A woman with half her face scarred, her long hair dyed a dark shade of pink covers the scarred half of her face. Her skin is deeply tanned, her build athletic, and her breasts firm B cups, she wears a white tank top and long black pants, which she doesn’t mind emptying her bladder into. She has a medium sized bladder, but isn’t reserved about where she empties it. Background: Vera was once a high school student in a foreign land, but after an encounter with a devious magic user, she ‘died’. However, she woke up in a forest, in an age which to her seemed distant, less advanced than what she was used to. If chosen as protagonist, the starting quest Revenga will be activated. Cannot be chosen as a supporter, as Vera follows no one. Class/Starting Stats: Samurai:: Level 10 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense: 5 Resistance: 2 Luck: 3 Angst: 10 Skills: Bloodlust: Boosts all stats temporarily by 1 after successfully felling an enemy. Vantage: 20% increased chance to dodge attacks of any type. Starting Equipment: Iron Katana: A standard katana: 80% accuracy, 4 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Rose (Protagonist/Supporter)[the loyal friend] Age: 21 Physical appearance: a young woman with long flaming red hair. With tan skin and B cup breasts covered by her suit of leather armor. She has a large bladder, but is somewhat reserved on where she releases it. Background: Vera’s best friend, after discovering that her friend was actually alive somewhere, she hunted down an associate of the man responsible and forced him to send Rose after Vera. Donning a set of plain leather armor and a straight sword to fit to her new surroundings, selecting Rose as a protagonist will activate the starting quest Vera. In addition, if she supports Vera, she will gain a different unique stat. Class/Starting Stats: Mercenary: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance 3 Luck: 3 Determination: 10 (If not supporting Vera) Persuasion: 10 (If supporting Vera) Skills: Duelist: Deals increased damage when facing a single opponent Patience: 10% increased chance to dodge and hit when enemy attacks first Starting equipment: Iron Straight Sword: A standard straight sword: 85% Accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Iron shield: A common shield used throughout the land. Kara (Supporter)[the allied knight] Age: 22 Physical description: A tall ‘women’, six feet tall, with brunette hair that reaches her shoulders. Wrapped in light plate mail that covers her dark skin. She has a large bladder and is willing to empty it anywhere, but only in front of people she trusts with her secret. Background: Kara once trained as a knight and in the way of using a lance. Though, after complications arose when trying to join the military, she joined a mercenary group. After her group was annihilated in battle, she disappeared into the woods until she found the protagonist. Has always been a follower, and therefore cannot be the protagonist. Class/Starting Stats: Knight: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 7+2 (Defense +2) Resistance: 1 Luck: 2 Defense: 10 Skills: Sworn Shield: 25% chance to defend the protagonist from attacks when nearby. Defense +2: Additional 2 points in Defense) Starting equipment: Spear: A lance that can be easily thrown: 70% accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Steel shield: A well made shield meant for a knight: Evans (Protagonist/Supporter)[the rogue ninja] Age: 22 Physical description: A blond haired man of average height and athletic build, clad in plain green robes. Usually keeps to himself when it comes to his private needs, unless he’s drank alcohol recently, a common event, in which case he’s usually open with it. Background: A self-taught ninja, who learned the art from a series of scrolls rather than formal teaching, His main purpose from this was to sell his skill to the highest bidder, though eventually learned of his true calling. Choosing him as the protagonist activates the starting quest Revolution. Class/starting stats: Ninja: Level 10 Strength: 4 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance: 5 Luck: 7 Cunning: 10 Skills: Acrobat: Has a 40% chance to dodge all attacks. Vanishing Act: Can disappear from enemies for a short time using smoke bombs. Starting equipment: Kunai Knives (x2): A ninja’s knife, good for close and ranged combat: 90% accuracy, 3 base damage, 40% natural crit chance Smoke bombs (x5): A small package which causes an explosion of smoke when thrown to the ground. Sif (Protagonist/Supporter)[the murder doll] Age: 19 Physical description: A small looking woman with short black hair clad in chain and cloth armor. Pale skin, making her resemble a large painted doll when not moving. Has tiny breasts and an even smaller bladder, which she will relieve whenever she pleases. Background: A skilled fighter, Sif’s doll like appearance makes her enemies underestimate her. By the time they realize their mistake, it is too late. Little is known about Sif’s past. If chosen as the protagonist, starting quest The Doll is activated. Class/Starting Stats: Spear Fighter: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic:0 Defense: 4 Resistance: 2 Luck: 4 Brutality: 10 Skills: Merciless: 40% chance to instantly finish off an enemy when they are wounded. Lethality: 10% chance to instantly finish off an enemy. Starting equipment: Iron Nagitama: An eastern polearm: 70% accuracy, 5 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Ciel (mentor)[the witch seer] Age: ??? Physical description: A young looking woman with short purple hair and a golden eye patch. Her purple robe and black witch hat cover her body, making it unsure what her body looks like. She also never seems to relieve herself, which means that either she can relieve herself magically or the inside of her robe is usually soaked. Background: Ciel is a witch who has forgotten how long she has known magic or been able to see into the future. All she is certain of is that the protagonist needs her assistance, whether Ciel likes it or not. Class/Starting Stats: Witch, Level 25 Strength: 2 Magic: 9 Defense: 3 Resistance: 7 Luck: 4 Wisdom: 10 Skills: Future Sight: 60% chance to avoid enemy attacks, after seeing them happen in the future. Witchcraft: 5% chance on turning enemies into small animal when attacking with dark magic Starting equipment: Nosferatu: A dark tome: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 5% natural crit chance, absorbs half damage dealt as health. Alice (Mentor)[the assassin’s legacy) Age: 31 Physical description: A woman with a long brown hair in a pony tail. Standing five foot ten, usually in tight leather, pressing her B cups close to her body, she is more concerned about who sees her relieve her medium sized bladder rather than where she does it. For example, she will not pee in front of her daughter. In addition, she won’t cheat on her husband, but if pushed to her sexual limit, she imagines her husband would forgive her if it was with another woman. Background: Working as an assassin for many years while her husband raised their daughter, Morrigan. Once her daughter and husband went missing, she retired from assassination and went out into the world to find them, helping whoever she could along her along the way. If mentoring Morrigan, starting quest is changed to Father. Class/Starting Stats: Assassin: Level 5 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense:3 Resistance: 4 Luck: 7 Dexterity: 10 Skills: Heartseeker: All attacks have an additional 30% chance to crit Lethality: Has a 10% chance to instantly kill her enemy. Starting equipment: Estoc: A deadly thrusting sword: 80% accuracy, 7 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Steel bow: A well-made longbow: 85% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Z (Mentor)[the grim knight] Age: ??? Physical description: An imposing six foot one figure clad in black plate mail with a featureless black mask. The only piece of skin that can be seen is his impressive manhood in one of the rare moments that he relieves himself. Background: A mysterious man who refuses to say why he is here, but has shown how prowess in combat enough for few to question him or his loyalty. Class/Starting stats: Revenant: Level 5 Strength: 6 Magic: 6 Defense: 5 Resistance: 4 Luck: 2 Dominance: 10 Skills: Soul Crash: When using magic, high chance to stun enemies Soul Crush: Has the ability to make sure that fallen enemies don’t get back up. Starting equipment: Dark axe: A large axe made from a black metal: 50% accuracy, 8 base damage, 20% natural crit chance. Black fireball: a burning orb of darkness hurled at the enemy: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance. With the options available, please vote for the combination you would like to see. If I see a trend, I’ll continue this story with Chapter One. In addition, if you would like to, please vote from a scale of one to five (one being dry, five being completely soaked) on how much you would like omorashi to play a factor. Also, vote whether or not you’d like to see messing make appearances in the story. With that being said, fingers crossed that this little story of mine turns out well.
  9. So this happened to me yesterday at work!!!! I can't believe this actually happened... Still don't know what to think of it!! I work as a contractor doing film and video editing for a business. Normally I go to location and film and edit from home, but for this particular job, I went into their offices. There is only 4 people that work there, but I was helping in filming some advertisements to go to TV. After filming was done, I used one of their offices to setup my laptop and edit. The main boss there is about 65... And two other older ladies in their 40s and a younger girl. I don't really know the staff... This was the first time I was ever visiting the office. When I first started the shoot I need to pee... I didn't think anything of it and kept filming. Once filming was done, I knew I had to go when packing down the equipment, but thought I could hold on more. When I sat down to edit, I could feel the pressure on my bladder. Still, I kept working away. About 2 hours later it hit me, I felt my bladder wanting to give out. I was now squirming in my chair... One hand clenching my cock to keep any from coming out. I stood up out of the chair and the sudden wave came over me... I had no more than a minute to make it to the bathroom before my tight blue skinny jeans would meet their fate. I walked up the short corridor to the bathroom, no one noticing me holding my junk. I made it in, closed and locked the door. I started fidgeting bad, trying to rip my jeans down... It was about to happen. A few spurts escaped into my boxers. I had to stop and clamp down with my hand around my cock... I had no spare clothes, I couldn't wet them today!! I pulled my jeans and boxers down as it started coming out. I peed in my boxers a little, nothing of real damage and just stood there in the middle of the room wetting on the floor... I couldn't make it to the toilet. I pissed for about 3 minutes straight. There was only the one toilet in the building... It was an old heritage property/house turned into an office... So I had to clean the floor as quickly as I could with what I had. I cleaned up the floor with toilet paper, but there was nothing to take the smell of fresh pee out of the room. Once I was done, I went back to my room and kept working. 30 minutes later one of the staff went to use the bathroom... I was nervous to see if there was something I missed cleaning or what not. I heard the flush and the door open, but nothing happened after that. It was getting close to finish time as the office would be shutting soon. I then heard a knock on my door... I kind of sunk in my seat. It was the younger girl that worked there. She introduced herself and sat down in one of the spare chairs in the room... She said along the lines of "I saw what you did earlier..."... I thought to myself did I lock the door? Was she hiding in the room? All things ran through my mind! I played dumb and asked her what did she mean... She said "I saw you holding yourself on the way to the loo, did you wait too long"... I was shocked... I said quietly to her... "Yeah". She smiled back at me and said "me too..." She lifted her skirt to reveal her light blue panties with a damp patch on them". I couldn't believe what I was seeing... She was watching me and she was also a holder! She said she was leaving in ten minutes and offered to help my carry my equipment out to my car. We went to the car, she helped me load it and then when I thought she would stay goodbye, she popped a squat, pulled her panties to the side and started wetting. I couldn't believe my eyes!!! When she finished, she stood up, smiled at me and gave me a bit of paper with her number on it. I left work in shock at what had happened!! I still have her number and haven't messaged her yet... Seeing as I am contracted to the boss for work, part of me thinks I should keep it professional... Yet it's hard to find someone in real life that would do something like that!!! What should I do??!! Let me know!!!
  10. You glance at the clock flickering in the middle of your peeling dashboard as you pull up in front of the school; 8:37. Fuck. You were meant to meet Shauna in the library seven minutes ago. Like most teachers she's got a real thing about punctuality and you only volunteered to wear the Reading Rabbit outfit to impress her in the first place. Shauna is the best thing about this school; sweet, kind, genuinely helpful, and as sexy as hell. You jumped at the chance to spend time with her out of school. Well, sort of out of school. The book fair is still on school property technically. But it's a Saturday and no one is getting paid. You really need to buy an actual alarm clock. You are a very deep sleeper and your phone just isn't loud enough to reliably wake you up. You file it on your mental list of thing you should get around to one day but probably never will. You woke up 42 minutes later than you had intended. There was no time for a shower or a shave, not even time for a real breakfast. You just threw on the first clothes you could find in your closet; cotton boxers, black shoes and socks, blue jeans, check shirt, and ran for the car. You drank a breakfast milkshake in a box while driving at ten miles over the speed limit. The front door to the school has been unlocked and propped open, Shauna's probably been here for hours setting up. You know where the library is already, you've been on placement at Starkwater for four weeks, but handwritten signs would have reminded you anyway. As you power walk down the South corridor toward the library the staff restrooms are to your right. You hadn't noticed earlier in your panicky rush but you actually need a pee quite a lot. Thinking back you are pretty sure you didn't use the bathroom before you tore out of the house this morning. If you go now though you'll be even later meeting Shauna, which is certainly not going to help your chances with her. And you can surely just have a pee after you pick up the rabbit costume. On the other hand walking by a restroom when you need to go is never advisable, especially with your history, you wouldn't want to make a decision you end up regretting. To use the restroom now turn to page 24 To go the the library first turn to page 9
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    An Attack on Titan fic I wrote quite a while ago and posted to FF.net. Thought I'd share it here as well. Hope everyone enjoys! *** Armin absolutely, positively, could not hold it anymore. His bladder was beyond full, stretched out and causing his lower abdomen to bloat horribly against his belt and making his shirt feel uncomfortably tight. He was fidgeting in his seat, rubbing his thighs together and clutching the edge of the bench tightly with his fingers. He tapped his feet occasionally, trying not to make too much noise against the wooden floor of the wagon. The wagon that was bumping and lurching along, sending jolts of agony through the overfull organ in his pelvis. Armin had been holding it for hours, feeling a slight urge at the beginning of the expedition but ignoring it until he had an opportune chance to go relieve himself. But sitting in the back of a wagon with injured comrades, speeding back to Headquarters, was not an opportune time. Armin crossed his legs and leaned back just slightly, trying to alleviate some of the pressure and looking around in an effort to distract himself. The wagon wasn’t quite full, so there was enough room for everyone inside to spread out. Eren was resting on the floor in the middle, unconscious and covered with a cloak, Mikasa sitting beside him and watching him anxiously. Jean was sitting on a bench across from Armin, holding his left arm that had been sliced deeply with debris against his right shoulder, keeping it elevated to try and slow the bleeding. Conny was passed out against Sasha in the back, a cut on his forehead and deep bruising from a blow to the head. Sasha herself had only a few minor cuts and bruises. Only Mikasa and Armin were uninjured, Mikasa refusing to leave Eren’s side and Armin deciding it would be slightly more comfortable in the back of the wagon than bouncing around on the back of his horse. The wagon hit a large bump suddenly, which jostled everyone. Jean cursed as his head hit the wooden frame holding up the wagon’s cover. Armin bit down on his lip as his bladder spasmed violently, muffling a whine of desperation. He uncrossed his legs, leaning forward and rubbing his thighs together, blushing in embarrassment. Armin figured by now that everyone in the wagon who was conscious could guess what was going on. He had given up on being discreet about it not long before, focusing instead on trying not to wet his pants. Armin squirmed in his seat at another throb, painfully aware of the fact that Jean was watching him. “Er…Armin?” Jean asked, watching the small blonde squirming. “Y-yeah?” Armin kept his gaze focused on his knees, too embarrassed to look at Jean. “Are you…alright?” “I’m fine, Jean.” Armin said quickly, struggling to sit still. He wanted so badly to ask to stop, just for five minutes, but Commander Erwin had made it clear that they wouldn’t be stopping for anything on the way back. And Armin was not going to whine and complain about his bladder of all things when there were others who were injured. But oh, did it hurt. His bladder was so full it felt like the organ was going to rupture, spilling its hot contents into the rest of his insides. Armin knew this was nearly impossible, of course, and that he’d wet himself long before that happened, but the agonizing fullness was clouding his judgement and making it hard to think straight. He felt sick to his stomach and was breathing shallowly, feeling like there was no more room in his abdomen and that even taking too large of a breath would cause his bladder to release. “Do you know how long it’ll be before we get back?” Sasha asked. Mikasa shifted so she could peek through the small opening in the wagons cover. “Looks like about an hour before we even get to the wall.” Mikasa said, moving to sit back down. Armin tried not to groan in frustration as he leaned his head back, fighting tears. If it’d take an hour to even get to the wall it’d be even longer before they’d be back at headquarters. He felt like he wouldn’t even be able to make it another few minutes, let alone a couple of hours. But he was determined to not give up. He was not going to pee himself. That would be weak and pathetic if he couldn’t even hold his bladder. So Armin straightened his posture slightly and kept his thighs squeezed tightly together, wondering if he should undo his belt to give his bladder more room. He felt embarrassed to do it, but at the same time it was quite obvious what was wrong with him. Armin squirmed again in his seat, the straps on his thighs catching against each other, and tapped his foot rapidly. He watched the unlit lantern hanging from the roof of the wagon swing around, trying to distract himself. He managed to distract himself for a few minutes, until the wagon hit another bump. This one was big enough to knock several bags of supplies down from their hooks, one of them hitting Armin right in the stomach. He cried out in agony and hunched forward, pushing the bag off and jamming his hands between his thighs when several spurts of hot liquid leaked out. Jean swore loudly as he was thrown forward out of his seat, and Mikasa held onto Eren to keep him from sliding around. “Armin?” Mikasa sounded anxious. Armin moaned loudly, squirming and struggling to hold back what felt like liters of urine inside him. A few more drops dampened his underwear before he could regain control of himself, gripping the edge of the seat again and clenching his thighs together. “I’m fine.” Armin said quickly, feeling hot tears well up in his eyes. I can’t hold it. I’m going to wet myself. Everyone will laugh… He bit his lip as a tear rolled down his cheek, his breathing quick and shallow and hitching occasionally with small sobs. “Armin…” Mikasa sighed. “Just let go. You’re hurting yourself.” “No…” Armin groaned, squirming. “N-not…not in my pants…” “You could just pee off the side of the wagon.” Jean suggested, getting back into his seat. Armin blushed, mortified at the idea. “N-no…someone would see…!” Armin said, his voice squeaking with anxiety. Jean leaned over, pulling the cloth cover up a bit to look out. “There isn’t really anyone over here, Armin. I seriously doubt anyone would notice.” Jean said. Armin shook his head, going redder. “I-I can’t.” He bit his lip. “I can wait.” Jean looked at him doubtfully. “You look like you’re gonna piss yourself.” Jean said, his tone blunt. “Yeah, and it really isn’t healthy to keep holding it like that.” Sasha added. Armin shook his head again, fighting tears. He really could not keep holding it, but his only options at the moment were far too embarrassing to even consider. And besides that, he was so bladder-shy he doubted he’d even be able to go in front of everyone. “I can wait.” Armin muttered, squirming. He took as deep of a breath as he dared, trying to calm himself, and sat up straighter again. He crossed his legs tightly and clenched his sphincter muscles, trying to minimize his squirming so he wouldn’t jostle his bladder around so much. He tilted his hips forward just slightly, trying to give his bladder as much room as possible, and kept his breathing even and slow. Armin’s new bladder holding techniques seemed to help for a little while, even allowing him to relax a bit, until a sideways jolt sent shockwaves through his swollen bladder. He gasped, leaking a bit, and doubled over. His belly was so distended the shift in position forced open a couple of his shirt buttons, and he shivered as a cool breeze hit his stomach that was damp with sweat. Armin squirmed, struggling to stop the leak. He felt like he might completely lose control, but remembering that he was in a wagon with other people caused his muscles to completely freeze up. His underwear was quite damp now, and Armin hoped he hadn’t leaked through to his pants. “Armin…” Jean was staring at him. “Holy shit, your stomach…” Armin glanced down in confusion, and immediately felt even sicker. His bladder was so horrifically swollen it was pushing his stomach out of his shirt, still filling and with no relief in sight. His half-innie naval looked like it was poking out slightly more than usual, and his whole belly was damp with sweat. He was trembling, shaking with the effort of trying to contain his bladder and feeling his muscles begin to weaken as he neared the end of his battle. Armin began tearing up again, knowing that all of his effort had only prolonged the inevitable. He was ready to just give in and face the humiliation of sitting in soaked pants for the rest of the ride back, ready to feel the intense relief he had been desperately needing for hours now. A long spurt of urine crept its way out, soaking through to his pants. He was already crying, tears rolling down his cheeks as his muscles fought to let go and end his misery already. “Armin, wait.” Mikasa was on her feet and in front of him in an instant. Armin looked at her and clenched his muscles, startled. “I…I can’t…” Armin whimpered and squirmed. “I can’t hold it…” He finally admitted. “Then come on. Go off the side. No one will see.” Mikasa took hold of his upper arms, trying to pull him to his feet. Armin obliged, doubling over and losing another leak as gravity pulled his bladder downward. Panicking, he unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants, crossing his legs while standing to avoid soaking his pants. He allowed Mikasa to guide him to the side of the wagon, whimpering and struggling with every fiber of his being to not just let go right where he was. “No one will see?” Armin whispered, squirming and beginning to panic again at the thought of exposing himself and urinating right in front of his comrades. “No.” Mikasa pulled the cloth cover of the wagon up a little bit and dropped Armin’s cloak over his head, effectively blinding him. “Now just scoot forward and go.” Armin shuffled forward, watching his feet and watching the opening on the side of the wagon. He could see well enough if he was looking down, so he could aim, but couldn’t see anyone around him. His bladder was throbbing, positively screaming with fullness. Another second’s delay or bump would cause him to completely lose control. Armin quickly unzipped his pants and fumbled with his belts briefly before pulling himself free of the damp fabric of his underwear and relaxing, finally, finally letting out the urine he had been holding for so long. His bladder continued to throb when he let go, trying to empty its contents as fast as possible. Armin moaned at the euphoric feeling of relief when his bladder began shrinking down to its normally size, his eyes watering again. It went on for what felt like several minutes, his stream beginning to slow when his bladder was about half empty before tapering off to slower dribbles. The relief was so intense Armin felt light-headed and weak, like he might fall over. The last few drops made their way out, and he sighed in relief. He fixed his pants and stepped back, feeling exhausted. “Finished?” Mikasa asked. Armin nodded wordlessly and pulled the cloak off of his head, feeling dazed as Mikasa guided him back to his seat. “I bet you feel a lot better.” Jean said. Armin made a noise of agreement in the back of his throat and moved to the floor, laying down under the bench he had previously occupied. He was absolutely drained, too relieved and exhausted to even feel any embarrassment over what had just happened. “Are you okay?” Sasha asked, watching him curl up on the floor. “I’m tired.” Armin murmured. “Take a nap.” Mikasa said, tossing him Jean’s cloak. “We’ll wake you when we get back.” Armin nodded and bunched Jean’s cloak up under his head, then covered himself with his own cloak. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in seconds.
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    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.
  13. https://eroshare.com/3lqka43v# Some videos of me. Theres a mix of desperation, wetting, explicit nudity, solo piss play, wetting in containers, and masturbation. You've been warned.
  14. In this video, somebody decided to conduct an "experiment" of the hand-in-water prank on a sleeping person.
  15. Just wondering, what do all the girls out there like to see guys wet? Is it jeans? Shorts? Just undies?... What is it that you guys prefer to see? :)
  16. This is the first of a new series of stories coming out by yours truly, due to the low ratings on the last series, it will be replaced by this one. Note: These stories will be substantially longer than the last ones and hopefully more enjoyable, have a great day! The ad says this is the place, looking at the sign of the boarded-up building, in big, bold letters, the word 'restaurant' is displayed. But as lightning strikes, casting your shadow against the wall, your mind has some second thoughts, but the moths flying out of your wallet are really good influence to keep on going. Taking in the scenery, grey clouds roll overhead as the rain pours heavily onto you. Shielding your head, you make haste to the door of the restaurant, brushing past the main entrance, a loud slamming noise rings from behind you. Breathing in deeply, your eyes get a glimpse of the carpet, red, but stained, obviously being loved, way too much. Your eyes follow the carpet down the lifeless hall, wall paper tears around you, in complete tatters. Standing up straight, you continue your journey into the depths of an unseen jungle. Lights flicker from above as sparks pour down from the ceiling. Anxiety clambers into your head as you flick out your phone hastily. Your fingers shake uncontrollably, pressing the flashlight app and feeling small bands of sweat drip onto the screen. A loud thud echoes from behind you as you gasp and quickly shine your light at a statue. Just looking at that thing gives you the shivers, it's like a gargoyle mixed with... What is it? Looking at the statue's body, something just doesn't look right, in fact, something just doesn't feel right... An evil snicker creeps up to your ears, freezing you in fear. Your lips start to quiver, feeling the presence of something behind you... Gazing into your soul, it's eyes locked onto you like a missile. Creeks of wood usher into the darkness as the footsteps grow louder from behind you. A hand lays upon your shoulder, warm breaths vibrate against your back. "It's the end" you repeat to yourself. Until... "Hello!" A bouncy voice calls from behind you, causing you to turn around. A young man in outrageous clothing, complete with a tie stands proudly behind you. "You must be the person I hired... Well follow me I guess." He cheerfully suggests, signaling you to follow. You get the feeling that something crawling up inside you, but the feeling is suddenly drowned out. You begin to feel as if your mind is being wiped, but the will to obey fills your mind like a bar. "This is where yo- hello? Are you listening?" He questions, waving his hand in front of you. "Oh dear the things broken again" he says, showing a little frustration in his voice." Pulling out an odd device, he presses multiple buttons in order, but nothing happens. A grunt of anger roars from within him, as he throws the device onto the floor and kicking it. The thing sputters and smokes a little, before bursting into life. Suddenly, the trance brakes from your mind. Groaning, your face goes completely pale. Feeling dangerously lightheaded, you stumble around the room, knocking against the walls. The man catches you and props you upright, "you right my dear? Your looking rather pale..." He questions you with a concerned voice. You groan again, feeling this sick, gut wrenching pain growing up from your loins and going up to your chest. Intense pain causes your body to jolt and move erratically out of your control. Lying you down, the man stares at you, barely able to watch your agonized expression any longer. Placing a hand, he lowers his fingers onto your sweat ridden forehead before whispering mystic incantations into the air. A wave of relaxation towers over you, resting your body and partially numbing the pain. Your eyes feel heavy, feeling a cold breeze blow through a window, whilst having the warm fingers of a stranger emit a calming aura around you. "It's ok, rest your little eyes and let your worries flow away like a calming wave" bounces against the walls of your brain. You whimper silently, still feeling the pain creep back up, but the overwhelming tiredness empties the thoughts in your mind, washing out your conscience, and leaving nothing left except his words, drifting into a blissful slumber. You wake up hours later, with a familiar pare of eyes surveying you carefully. "Ello love, you feelin better yet?" He replies cheerfully. You struggle to talk about anything, feeling this constant flow of something circulate around you endlessly. "Love? You alright? You've turned whiter than a sheet again, is sommin bothering ya?" He questions insistently. You whimper a few mumbles, before shrieking in pain again, feeling something press deeply against your bladder. Any struggle you try to muster fails, as warm urine empties rapidly into your pants, heating up your legs. The insistent stranger gives a worried look, checking your temperature, he turns completely white, showing a fearful expression. You manage to stop the flow briefly, then loosing it again to fatigue. Trying to cut off the stream, but the endless flow of liquid just grinds against your skin and gushes through your hands without end. The stranger looks aimlessly around the room, searching through boxes and chests full of junk, throwing stuff around the room. "Aha!" He shouts with triumph, yanking out a thick, white colored object. As he dances around in triumph, he neglects to notice another identical object creeping up his legs. The thing continues up the leg and all the way up to his buckle, your weak body is helpless to save him as it yanks off the buckle. He screeches in shock as he visualizes the white object taping itself to the man and snuggly encasing his privates. "GET OFF ME!!!" He yells, hesitantly trying to rid his body of the white object around him. But as you look at the design of this undergarment more carefully, you notice some familiar features... You freeze in shock, realizing that the thing around the man's waist was a diaper, a living diaper. The man plants his ass against the floor and continues to tear at the diaper, not noticing that urine is slowly flooding the room. The strong smell of urine smacks you back into existence, as the room continues to fill with urine. Calling out with the little strength you have left, you try to get the distressed stranger's attention. "What do you- OH MY GOODNESS!" He says with a surprised, semi-high pitched voice. Leaping to his feet, he waddles uncomfortably over to you. Tripping over his own feet, the diaper in his hand flies into the air, landing beside you. You watch powerlessly as the diaper springs into life, leaping onto your body majestically and twisting off your shorts. Planting itself, the diaper secures you tightly into its, padding, caking your legs in soft, silky comfort. Your mind is taken on an express trip to heaven, feeling the diaper hungrily suckle down the near endless supply of bodily juices. Pee smashes against the material of the soft padding, disappearing into the jaws of a toothless animal. After minutes of endless bladder flow, your body finally empties completely, endless relief seems to just pop into existence, clouding you mind with happy thoughts. Your mind floats aimlessly through your thoughts, sinking into a happy dream. The man watches you lovingly, sighing in happiness, blushing ferociously. Tiptoeing out of the room, he makes his way to the door, before giving you one last look. "This is your home to me." He says with tears in his eyes, turning off the lights, leaving you to dream, giving you your new home. To be continued...
  17. 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
  18. male

    When I finished uni I managed to get myself a job just outside of London, and after looking online at some places to rent I decided to save money by renting a room in a shared house. I found a room that looked OK and was close to the office, and spoke to the landlady on the phone. She was very friendly, and we arranged a date for me to travel down and meet her and view the room. On the day of the viewing, I took the train to London, then took a tube to another London station (Waterloo) and then finally a suburban train to the town, where the landlady had offered to pick me up in her car and drive me to the house. By the time I got to London Waterloo after my long journey by train and then by tube, I was badly needing a pee. I'd had a big cup of tea that morning along with a couple of bottles of water during the journey, and had not been to the loo since leaving my flat. However, my next train was due to leave in just a few minutes, and I didn't have enough time to find the toilets. I decided that I'd just have to use the toilets on the train, but unfortunately for me, there weren't any! I just had to hold on, fidgeting in my seat. After a frustratingly long journey to the station, we finally arrived and I looked anxiously for the toilets, only to find the station toilets closed with a big 'Out of Order' sign posted on the door. I was getting really desperate now, and was considering trying to find somewhere discreet to have a quick pee when the landlady called me to say that she was waiting in the car park. Not wanting to delay her, I went to meet her and tried to ignore my very full bladder. She was an attractive curvy blonde lady in her early 40s, and very friendly and chatty so there wasn't any awkwardness. On the short car journey to the house, I really wanted to ask her if I could use the toilet as soon as we got there, but out of shyness I just couldn't bring myself to ask, and I tried to keep my fidgeting to a minimum. When we got to the house I took my shoes off and she showed me the room, then took me round the living room and kitchen, and the whole time I was trying to pay attention and not let on that I was absolutely bursting to go to the toilet. I kept trying to find a good opportunity to ask if I could use the loo but I was too shy! I thought she would then show me the bathroom, which I decided would be a good time to finally bite the bullet and ask permission to use it, but instead we stayed in the kitchen and she made us both a cup of tea. As the kettle boiled, we stood chatting and I couldn't help but fidget around from foot to foot, sometimes crossing my legs, and I'm sure she must have noticed but she didn't mention it or ask me why I was so fidgety! We went to sit in the living room and drank our tea, chatting some more, and I was finding it harder and harder to sit still and not squirm around on the chair as my bladder demanded relief. Luckily she could not see me bouncing my legs under the table! Eventually, we finished our tea and she offered to drop me back at the station. I was really, really bursting for a pee by this point and could hardly stand still. She then showed me the bathroom, much to my relief, as this was an ideal time to ask to pop in and use it quickly before I left. However, she was clearly very proud of her very large, newly tiled bathroom, as she took me inside and spent ages talking about it, and explained in great detail about the expensive shower with the large square shower head, and how nice it was to stand under there as the water poured out. I was literally standing right next to the toilet, stepping from foot to foot, absolutely longing and desperate to relieve myself, having to listen to her talk for ages about rain and splashing water. It was almost too much for me, and I was so close to interrupting her and asking to use the loo, but I just about managed to hang on until she finished speaking. She asked me if there was anything else I wanted to ask and I thanked her and said no, that was everything. I started to blush. It was now or never, I was going to have to ask. 'Actually...' I said, crossing my legs, 'May I use the toilet quickly? The ones at the station are closed.' I jiggled a bit on the spot and she laughed and glanced down at my legs for a second. 'Yes of course you may! I'll wait by the front door for you.' I thanked her and she left, closing the bathroom door behind her. Immediately, I turned around and unbuckled my belt, hopping up and down on the spot as I frantically undid my fly and pulled out my cock, leaking a few drops of pee into my boxers. As soon as I took aim at the toilet bowl I immediately let loose a long, gushing stream of pee, splashing loudly into the water below, and I groaned with relief as I was finally able to empty my aching bladder after waiting for hours. After pissing for close to a minute, I gave a big sigh of relief, and washed my hands before exiting the bathroom and walking down the hall to where the landlady was waiting. I'm pretty sure she must have heard me peeing as she smiled at me and asked if I felt better, and my face blushed bright red with embarrassment!
  19. Hey guys! So this weekend I went to see guardians of the galaxy 2! Before the movie I woke and drank two glasses of water and a tea. I don't even remember taking my morning piss at all, or going to the bathroom at any point before I left. I decided to put on some really tight jeans and a long over shirt that buttons down if I do choose. I brought a water bc I didn't want to pay 4 dollars for one at the movies. So I met up with some friends, and we chatted in line before the movie. The movie went uneventfully but it was awesome and I would totally recommend seeing it! The movie got out and by the time I got back to my friends it was 130am. Now mind you, I hadn't peed once all day long and still didn't feel a need. I got a water at his house and we sat down and chatted for a bit. About halfway through the water I had to pee all of a sudden pretty bad. My jeans were really really tight around the waist so it was digging into my bladder. I thought about using the bathroom but we were just about to part ways so I decided to wait until I got home. At this point I was about a 7/10 in fullness and the whole time we hung out I was squirming a bit. I finished my water and sat in my car, and immediately felt my desperation go up to an 8. I was squirming with one hand on the wheel and one hand on my crotch. At this point I was getting nervous but also really excited! As I kept driving anytime I had to slow down for a light or start driving after I stopped I felt my bladder start to spasm. Halfway home my pants started to feel really damp. I felt myself go up to 9/10 and couldn't sit still at all. When I was getting close I had to slow down for a red light. I felt that twinge and stomach drop feeling and i pushed my legs inward with my hand ramming into my crotxh with all my might. But I felt a warmth and let out a leak. I looked down and turned the light on to see a big wet spot on the right side of my jeans. The simple act of taking my hand away made me pee even more! After that I felt a bit better but still had a massive flood screaming to be released. When I got really close to home I felt relief was close and made me even more desperate. When I turned on the road to my house I started jiggling in my seat as I felt a warmth slowly spreading across my lap. I absolutely was peeing myself and having a accident in my car. I finally pulled in and let out another big spurt. I went to inspect the damage and half my lap was covered in pee. Thankfully the seat was still dry. I buttoned down my shirt so no one see and walked into my house. As soon as I walked in I felt little dribbles coming out and I could feel the warmth spreading. I couldn't hold myself because I didn't want to get my shirt wet so I raced upstairs to my bathroom. I was trying to get my pants off but they were too tight so I decided to loosen them up by taking my wallet out of my pocket. In order to do that I had to push open the pocket which put enormous pressure on my bladder and made me pee even more! After a few tries and a lot of leaks I got it out. As soon as I put it down the damn burst and I started having a full blown accident right in front of the toilet. I stood there with my legs crossed just peeing my pants. My jeans were absolutely soaked, it went down bull legs and soaked my feet. My right leg has pee wrapping all the way around, I was so drenched! Not only that but since they were so tight, it spread upwards and over my waist band which got the bottom of my shirt soaked. I took off my pants and inspected my black underwear and saw the whole front was soaked without a single dry spot! I hope you guys enjoy, it was honestly the craziest "sleeper" effect from my bladder. I peed a bunch more after that ;)
  20. male

    Name: Chris Anderson Age: 27 Sexuality: Panromantic Asexual Looks: Light brown hair that is most often slicked back or spiked up, depending on how he was feeling when was doing his hair. Pale blue eyes, which are sometimes hidden behind a pair of glasses he wears. Is quite pale, as he is a man from the north of Europe, with light freckles across his face. Is quite tall and skinny, and isn't the most muscular person in the world. Although he won't admit, he does take a pleasure in holding, but has never wet himself. Personality: Often cheerful, and caring towards those he loves. Only time he is shy is whilst needing the restroom, and often waits until the very last second to tell someone. Bladder Capacity: Is below average, at a mere 425 mL before he starts bursting. Clothing: Often wears a loose pair of sweatpants and if at home will usually be shirtless in the summer and wears a not-to-tight sweater in the winter and fall/autumn Occupation: Author Rules for the dares: Nothing involving sex, as he is a panromantic asexual. And nothing involving his family or friend, until I say you may. Other than that, go ahead!
  21. Here are some male desperation sightings that I can recall from a few years ago when I was at school. Our school had quite a strict policy on toilets – they were kept locked most of the time and were only unlocked during break, lunchtime and after school had ended. Teachers would usually let people go during lessons but not always, so it was not uncommon to see desperate students rushing to the loos after lessons had ended. One guy I was mates with (I’ll call him Adam) would put off going for a piss all day if he could. However, sometimes he needed to piss so badly that he had no choice but to relieve himself, especially as he had a long bus journey to school in the morning, and would always drink a lot during the day including a cup of tea before leaving his house. During one morning break, someone was punching him as a joke and he said ‘Ohh don’t, I’ll piss myself’ and reached down, giving his cock a quick squeeze through his school uniform trousers. He held on for a couple more minutes, and just as he turned to head towards the boy’s toilets, the bell rang for the next lesson. He sighed and turned around, walking towards his class in the opposite direction. After that hour-long lesson had ended, I saw him walking quickly to the toilets gritting his teeth. He saw me as I walked past and said ‘Back in a sec, I’m dying for a piss’. He was very tense and red-faced, and looked as if he was close to soaking his pants. He met up with me a few minutes later, looking much more relaxed. Another lunchtime, towards the end of it, we were standing around chatting and I noticed that Adam couldn’t stand still for a second. He was fidgeting from foot to foot, bouncing on the spot, pulling his waistband away from his bladder, and his hand kept drifting towards his crotch, not quite holding himself but he was clearly dying to grab himself through his trousers. He looked absolutely bursting, and after a couple of minutes he obviously decided he couldn’t hang on any longer. He moaned out loud and said ‘I need a fucking piss!’, squeezing his cock for a second before turning around and walking very quickly towards the loos, bent over slightly as he walked. He must have been very desperate to go, as he’d been hanging on for well over 5 hours at that point and had been drinking a large bottle of fruit juice earlier in the day, not to mention his morning cup of tea. One afternoon, we had PE, the last lesson of the day. During the warm up exercises and stretches I noticed that Adam could hardly stand still, and seemed to be absolutely bursting to go. After the stretches, we were told to jog around the gym. I noticed Adam speaking to the PE teacher, who shook her head and told him to start jogging with everyone else. He did as he was told, but was jogging much slower than normal. I asked him why he was jogging so slowly and he said quietly ‘I really need a piss, I haven’t been all day and Miss won’t let me go’. For the rest of the lesson we played volleyball, and at one point somebody tripped over. I saw Adam point at them and laugh, then when he thought nobody was looking, he moved his hand to his crotch and squeezed his cock hard through his PE shorts for a few seconds. He was fidgety for the whole lesson, constantly shifting from foot to foot, crossing his legs and I saw him hold himself a few more times through his shorts. After the lesson ended and we got changed back into school uniform, he had to go and catch the bus and didn’t get chance to go for a piss. He must have been absolutely dying by the time he got home. In another PE lesson, again the last lesson of the day, we were taking turns on the trampolines. Whenever Adam’s turn came, he passed it up and let the next person go instead. We were standing next to each other and I could see him shifting around, dancing from foot to foot and bending forwards with his hands resting on his crotch. He was obviously desperate to piss and hadn’t relieved himself all day, so bouncing up and down was the last thing he wanted to do! People soon realised that Adam kept missing his turn and started telling him to get on. The teacher overheard and told him that he had to take part in the lesson. Reluctantly, he climbed up on the trampoline, bounced a couple of times and did a ‘seat drop’, which involved bouncing on the trampoline in a sitting position, which must have been very difficult on a full bladder. He then climbed off despite only having been on a few seconds, moaning slightly under his breath as he stood back in his position next to me. He quickly reached down and gripped his cock through his shorts for a second, gritting his teeth. He realised I’d seen him squeezing himself and said ‘I’m actually gonna piss myself.’ He had to hang on for the rest of the lesson, but luckily for him he managed to avoid having to bounce on the trampoline again. I also remember seeing someone else desperate during another PE lesson on trampolines. As soon as his turn finished he walked quickly to our teacher, who was mid-conversation with another teacher. As he waited for her to finish her conversation, he was shifting from foot to foot and bending over, occasionally squeezing his cock through his tracksuit bottoms. Some of his mates had noticed this and were laughing at him, and the guy seemed very embarrassed and red faced. Eventually the teacher noticed him and he asked her if he could go to the toilet, struggling to stand still as he spoke. She initially said no, but he said ‘Please Miss I’m desperate!’, stepping from foot to foot and bending forwards. She realised he was genuinely desperate and said he could go, handing him the keys to unlock the toilets just down the corridor. He came back a bit later looking red faced but relieved. During one outdoors PE lesson, we were stood around waiting for the teacher, who had gone to get his keys to unlock the shed where all the equipment was kept. One of the lads I was stood with said ‘I might go for a pee behind the shed’ and gave his cock a quick squeeze, bending forwards slightly. We laughed at him and told him he was bound to get caught, but he said ‘I don’t care, I’m desperate for one, I’ve been holding it in for ages’. He stood fidgeting for a while before deciding he’d have to go for one, but just as he started to walk towards the shed he saw the teacher coming back with the keys. He came back looking anxious, realising he’d just have to hold on until the end of the lesson. He spent the rest of the lesson looking increasingly desperate, wishing he’d gone for a pee while he had the chance. At the start of lunchtime, I was dropping my bag off in our form/homeroom classroom when two classmates walked in, I’ll call them Jack and Alex. Jack was fidgety and in a hurry, and was stepping from foot to foot quickly. ‘Come on I need a pee!’ he said as he put his back down, and Alex said ‘So do I but I don’t have time, I’ve got to go to a detention’. Alex stepped from foot to foot once and they both walked out. Later on that afternoon, I was sat next to Alex in a geography lesson. He was clearly still in need of a pee as he looked flustered and red-faced. He was bouncing a knee rapidly up and down and I could tell he was desperate. He somehow held it through the rest of the lesson and eventually must have got home and had a very relieving piss. I also saw Jack desperate once during a science lesson that was the last lesson of the day. Half way through the lesson he mentioned that he ‘needed a pee’. A few minutes later he stood up and his bladder must have been fuller than he thought, because he had to hold himself for a few seconds through his grey school uniform trousers. I laughed and he jokingly hit me. ‘It’s not funny, I need a pee!’ he said, looking anxiously at the teacher. Another guy in the class called Michael noticed this and told us that he needed to go as well, but our teacher wouldn’t let him. A little while later, Jack and Michael were both standing around waiting to get some equipment from a cupboard. Jack was shifting from foot to foot, bursting for a pee, and Michael asked him if he was desperate. Jack said he was ‘really desperate’, and Michael said ‘yeah me too’. As they waited, Michael made a frustrated ‘mmmmmgghhh’ sound and gritted his teeth, pushed his thighs together tightly while leaning to the side. Both of them were very fidgety all lesson, and towards the end Jack could barely sit still, constantly bouncing his legs under the table. When the bell finally rang, Jack stood up and gave his cock a quick squeeze before hurrying out of the room to the toilets, closely followed by Michael. After a long assembly just before lunchtime, we were stood around chatting when Jack came hurrying up to us looking very red-faced. 'I need a fucking pee but the toilets are locked!' he said laughing, bending forwards and holding himself before dancing from foot to foot. He stood around fidgeting for a couple of minutes before hurrying off back to the toilets to wait for a teacher to come and open them. During an afternoon IT lesson, a guy in the class (I’ll call him Sam) asked our teacher if he could go to the toilet. She refused, as Sam was known as a bit of a troublemaker and had been caught wandering round the school before when he should have been in lessons. He pleaded with her, saying he was desperate and really did need to go, and that he’d come straight back, but the teacher was having none of it. Sam looked really frustrated and ended up wandering round the classroom, complaining to anyone who would listen that he was ‘bursting for a piss’ but he wasn’t allowed to go. At one point he wandered towards the door, but the teacher got there first and told him to sit down. He shifted from foot to foot, asking her again to let him go for a pee as he was desperate, but she refused to let him leave. He ended up sitting back down, complaining to the girl sat next to him, who had been watching all of this with amusement, that he wasn’t going to do any work because he was ‘desperate for the toilet’. As soon as the bell rang for the end of the lesson, Sam hurried towards the door before the teacher had dismissed us. She told him to go back to his seat, but he just said ‘Sorry Miss I can’t wait!’ before hurrying out of the room.
  22. Male

    Yami sat in his fifth period class, the class right after lunch. He was trying not to fall asleep, since it was the most boring period of the day -- science. The teacher ranted on about her lesson, and Yami's mind drifted to Yugi. Yugi had promised him they would have a little fun later on in the day... "Now, class, open your textbooks to page 599 and we will begin our water unit..." Water? Yami felt his bladder twinge, signaling that it was full. He thought of what he had to drink; a bottle of water, two cartons of milk, and several sodas after having a contest with Joey. Oh dear. He shifted a little in his seat, trying to ease the slight pressure. It worked for a while, but ten minutes later, the pressure grew. It was dull, and he could still ignore it, but it was nagging him. He shifted again and forced himself to pay attention to the teacher. "A single drop of rain water can soon grow into a puddle, and then a lake..." Yami groaned, this was NOT the lesson he wanted to hear about. The image of water falling to the ground tortured him. He crossed his legs under the desk and bit his lip, trying his best to ignore his bladder. The period let out thirty minutes later. During the time, the teacher had popped a tape into the TV the room had and had the class watch a documentary about waterfalls, rivers, lakes, rain, and so on. Yami had to claw at his seat to keep from screaming. When the bell rang, he rushed out of his class and to the bathroom. Finding the one for males, he dashed into the bathroom...and gasped. The stalls were taken, as were the urinals. The sound of pee hitting the porclain didn't help him, either. I'm gonna be late, he thought. WIth a groan, he bolted out of the bathroom and to his next class -- social studies. He ran inside just as the bell rang. He took his seat and sighed. Running didn't help his full bladder. "Today, we're going to watch a movie about the Nile River..." the teacher started. Yami moaned -- why did every teacher had to choose THAT day to do lessons about water? The movie was agonizing. It took the entire hour, and second after second was about water -- how it was cleaned, how people baathed in it, how people swam in it, and so on. To Yami, it was just torture. His bladder was sending stronger signals that it wanted to be emptied. He closed his eyes and squirmed in his seat, his hands clawing at his legs. "Yami," the teacher boomed, "sit still! I can see you moving around from my desk!" Yami quicky froze, started by the teacher's comment. It send a spurt of pee out of him, settling into his boxers. He clenched, stopping it. "No," he whispered to himself, "I can't wet myself, not in front of everybody!" Finally, the agonizing movie was over, as well as the period. The bell rang, and kids swarmed out into the hall. Yami pushed his way the the bathroom again, hoping it was empty. To his dismay, he found a LINE -- since when did boys' bathrooms had lines for them? He knew we woudn't be able to wait in line, so he went to his last period of the day -- math. He sat down in his chair and bit his lip. More pee was threatening to spill out of him and into his underwear. Yugi was in his class this time, and sat at the opposite side of the room by the windows. He saw Yami's distressed look and felt worried. I hope he's alright, he thought. Yami crossed his legs, trying to give his trembling member a break. His bladder was completely full, and he felt how full it was by running a hand over his stomach. His badder was visible, sticking out of his stomach and buldging into his shirt. He caught Yugi staring at him and smiled weakly. "Can someone tell me how many cubic tons an ocean can hold...?" Yami wanted to scream. First the water growing into lakes and rivers, the Nile, and now this? How could he have three teachers that had a subject related to water? A student went up and solved the problem. Yami crossed his legs even tighter and bit his lip again. Another spurt escaped him, even longer than the first one. He squirmed in his seat and forced himself to stop. He felt a wet spot, but luckily it didn't show on his blue pants. "Yami," the teacher called, "can you solve this problem on the board?" The teacher wrote something having to do with the ocean, much to Yami's displeasure. Gulping, he slowly stood up and made his way to the board. On the way there, his bladder contracted, sending out a two--second spurt. He managed to stop it -- barely. At the board, he quickly answered the problem and, thinking nobody could see him, grabbed his crotch to keep from leaking again. He shifted from foot to foot slightly, hoping nobody could notice his dilemma. Unfortunately, Yugi noticed, and gasped. He has to go, he thought. Why doesn't he ask the teacher to let him go? What he didn't know what that Yami didn't like to ask teachers such questions. Once, he asked to go, and the teacher denied. He barely made it to the bathroom when class let out, and students made fun of him for weeks. Yami finished the problem and went back to his seat. Glancing at the clock, he saw that there was twenty minutes into class. Hopefully, he could last twenty minutes and then walk home. The school bathrooms probably would be closed by then, so he would just go home and use his bathroom. Another spurt dripped out of him. He grabbed himself again, moaning softly. He prayed nobody could see him holding himself like a child who desperately needed to pee. The minutes slowly ticked by, making class feel like forever. The bell rang finally, and everybody left. Yami was the last one out. Just as he made it out the doorway, the teacher called him. Cursing his bad luck, he turned to the teacher. "Yes?" he said. "Yami," the teacher said, "you've looked distracted all class. Is everything alright?" Yami nodded. "Oh, I'm fine. I'm just in a hurry to get home." His bladder suffered another spasm, leaking pee again. Yami gasped and clenched. It stopped, thankfully. The teacher noticed. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine." The teacher sighed. "Alright, you can go now. You know where I'm at if you need me." Yami thanked the teacher and ran out the classroom. As soon as he was in the hall, he grabbed himself with both hands. He heard flushing noises and ran past the bathroom. The line for them was even longer. Looks like it wasn't closed at all. Still, he knew he wouldn't be able to wait, especially with the sound of water nearby. He continued running...until a strong hand grabbed him and pushed him into a locker. "Wha...?" he cried, looking to see who his attacker was. Yugi. "Y--Yugi, is that you?" he asked. "Of course it's me," Yugi said. "What's with you? Why are you running around here like a lunatic?" Yami didn't want to tell Yugi, who already knew what was wrong. Instead he smiled. "Nothing's wrong," he said. Yugi smiled deviously and pushed Yami onto the lockers. WIth his free hand, he pushed onto Yami's bladder. Yami squeaked, his bladder giving way a little and letting out more pee. He brought his hand down to the tip of his member, pressing against it and cutting off the stream. "Yugi, please don't do this," he begged. Yugi ignored him and pressed more into his bladder while snaking his other hand down Yami's pants. He found Yami's hand and pulled it away, leaving the latter more desperate. "Just let it go," he whispered while kissing Yami. Yugi's tongue danced with Yami's, while he played with Yami's "tool". Yami groaned and grinded himself into Yugi. He couldn't let go, especially since they were still at school. He wouldn't! Yugi parted from the kiss and smirked. "Come on, I know you want to let it out, right? Don't you want to relieve the pain?" Yami badly wanted to, but didn't let himself relax. What if somebody walked by and saw this? Yugi seemed to understand what he was thinking of and moved his hand away. Yami sighed in relief, but it was cut short -- Yugi quickly slammed his hand into Yami's bladder. He started to spurt, and he thrust his hand back onto his crotch, but it was useless. The spurts quickly grew into a full--blown stream, soaking through his pants and dripping onto the floor. A puddle started to grow around their feet. After a few minutes, Yami finished peeing. Yugi kissed him on the lips. "There," he said. "Was that so bad?" Yami just grunted. He would get Yugi back -- as soon as they got home. Please go easy on me guys, this is my first time writing omorashi. Thanks!
  23. There are lots of instances where pregnancy has led to wetting accidents for pregnant mothers. Our family was no exception and for our second child my wife took sensible precautions. This included a plastic mattress cover which was very fortunate because there was a flood one night. The only unusual thing was that it was my pee not hers that led to the 2.30am change of sheets. It really shouldn't have happened but it came about at a time when i had been working long hours and was exhausted. I got home about 10.30pm and after a meal we went to bed. My wife soon dropped off to sleep but for some reason i was restless. I din't want to put the light on to read or do anything else to disturb her so lay there being as quiet as possible. Then -I don't know how long later- I felt the urge to pee. I knew if I go up to go to the bathroom it would disturb Jane, so decided the need wasn't too urgent and I could wait a little longer. I think i had hoped she would need to go pee herself (as she often did at night) and I would wait and go at the same time. The next thing i knew was I was awake and pissing. I wasn't conscious of where i was - just that I was having a much needed slash. Then it dawned on me that I was still in bed- Actually it dawned on Jane first who shuddered and said loudly "the bed's wet". I didn't try to blame her partly because it wouldn't be kind but more because i knew I wouldn't get away with it. Jane was very kind and said "these things happen" and left me to sort out the bed and take her a dry nightie to the bathroom. We went back to bed after I had agreed to put the washer on in the morning and had got out of my soggy pajamas and slipped a pair of y fronts on.
  24. male

    Chapter Text This takes place after the Deadlock gang is disbanded by Overwatch, so Jesse is seventeen and technically a minor. Nothing is sexual, but I mean, if that makes you uncomfortable just look away. This is multichapter, and there will probably be more than just Omo, but i won't post anything without warning. ----- Jesse sat in his chair, a scowl seemingly permanently etched into his face. He leaned back in the chair that was provided, propping one foot up on the bolted down table. He seemed content to sit there angrily for a bit before he looked up at the one way window against one side of the room. “Are you gonna come in here or what. I’m not gonna start talking on my own; yer just pissin’ me off.” There was no response. “I know your fucking watching me. Even if it’s just one of you. That or there’s a fuckign camera on the room.” There was no way that they’d just let a criminal go un supervised. A slight crackle came on over the intercom for the holding cell. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t cuss so much. My twelve year old daughter is here.” His face flushed, “What? She’s been here the whole time?” “Yes. Would you like to meet her?” He scrunched up his face, “I’m good. Why the hell are you bringing your kid to work? Especially if you work at a place like this?” There was no response that time. He rolled his eyes. “Oh, so now that I’ve pointed out your parenting flaws, you don’t want to talk?” Jesse huffed once more and leaned back further in the chair. Moments later, the door to the room swung open to reveal a younger woman, maybe about forty, followed by a twelve year old. “I didn’t hear your response, so I brought her any way.” He frowned, “You’re only bringing her in here because I’m young, right?’ She tilted her head slightly. “What do you mean?” He finally lowered the feet of his chair to the ground. “You wouldn’t let your precious little angel near any of the other of the Deadlock would you? I’m young, you think I haven’t ever ogled a girl or raped one.” The girl sneered at him but stayed where she was, relatively behind her mother. Her mother frowned, “I wouldn’t get in the habit of putting words in other people’s mouths if I were you. It might get you into trouble.” She walked further into the room, her shoulders pulled back from her body and her head held high. She took the seat across from him. “You’re seventeen, right?” The younger girl followed her, keeping her own back straight and looking just as in charge, but she looked far more scared. She sat down as well, but she looked like she wanted to leave. He sneered at the two of them instead of answering. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve been your age. And I’m guessing no one in your group was your age either.” She gave an almost unwarranted chuckle, “I don’t have to guess, I saw them. They’re all almost as old as me.” He kept silent. She tilted her head, smiling a little, “You were so talkative a moment ago. What happened?” Jesse scoffed, “You weren’t in the room before.” “Huh. I thought it was your intention to get me in here to get you talking.” “Well I ain’t gonna say shit to you. You’re gonna use anything I say against me.” “Smart one. So would you say my presence is making it harder for you to open up as to why you murdered all those people and transported international contraband?” “If I say yes, will you leave?” “Maybe. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I mostly wanted to introduce you to my daughter. She’s probably the first person you’ve seen anywhere close to your age in a while.” She looked to her daughter and nudged her with her elbow. “Say hi, Fareeha.” Fareeha scrunched up her nose. “I’m good.” Jesse scowled, raising an eyebrow. “Not good enough for you?” The older woman rolled her eyes. “Now that you two know each other--” He cut her off. “Please. Don’t talk about me as if you know me.” She only smiled in response, but her eyes screamed ‘Not this edgy teenagter bullshit again.’ Instead, she only said, “I know enough, Jesse.” He fell silent seeing as that was the first time she said his name. She was silent for a moment as if waiting for him to say anything. When he didn't speak, she continued. “I’m not going to ask you anything right now. There were a lot of people in your group so we’re stretched a little thin, and I want to focus most of our efforts on your leaders. You’re a small fry, a junior member. You can see why I’m not concerned with getting information out of you.” His scowl grew deeper, if possible. “I know shit.” “I’m sure you do. Don’t be offended, I have a special interest in you too. But we’re going to keep you here and someone will be watching you at all times.” “Do you have enough employees for that?” She gave another roll of the eyes. “I’m sure I do. You’ll mostly be with Blackwatch mostly anyway. Any other questions?” “Yeah.” He shifted idly in his seat. “What’s the chance of me getting out of here?” Fareeha gave him an incredulous look. “Did you just ask if there was any way you could escape?” Hs glared at her for a brief moment. “Not like that. Is there any reason at all that you would ever let me out of this small room. Like to walk around or to get food or anything like that.” The older woman answered him this time. “No, absolutely not. Despite your age you are still a criminal, and you can’t walk around freely, or even really with our agents with you. Plus, I find it better to deprive you of certain things; it makes you more open to talk. It won’t be that long before you get moved to prison anyway. We just need to get our information.” Jesse huffed and flopped against the back of his chair. “Well good luck getting through to the boss.” She gave him a genuine smile. “Thanks. If you have any more concerns ask to see Ana.” She stood up and walked out of the room. Fareeha followed closely, her sundress fluttering softly. Jesse sighed softly and let himself fall silent. There was no point in whining when there was no one to listen. Well, there might have been someone listening, but he didn’t want to talk anyway. Instead, he sat in silence, focussing on anything but the growing silence and the budding discomfort that settled heavily in his lower abdomen. It was only a few hours before he was fidgeting lightly. He glanced towards the one sided window. “Hey. What happens when I need to piss?” He hoped that there was someone there and he wasn’t talking to no one like an idiot. Sure enough, the intercom buzzed to life, “Then you hold it. You’re a big boy.” There was a slight accent to the gruff voice that answered him almost immediately. He frowned. “It’s been some time since y’all arrested me. And I have no idea when I’m going to get out of here, what if I can’t be a big boy? Are you going to put me in time out?” “You’re already there.” He scoffed. “Then what? Are you gonna spank me?” “If a holding cell is time out for people like you, do you really want to be spanked?” the voice paused, as if waiting for an answer. “Yeah. Now shut up.” He rolled his eyes and fell silent, thought that only lasted for a few minutes. “Hey. Are y’all gonna feed me?” Again, the gruff, man’s voice filled the room. “No. Stop whining.” “What else am I supposed to do?” “Stare at the wall and think about what you’ve done. This is time out isn’t it?” Jesse sighed and went back to staring at the wall, willing himself not to fidget in front of this already grumpy man assigned to look after him and for his boss and whoever else was being questioned, which was apparently everyone but him to give quick honest answers. Most of all, he willed himself not to piss himself like a kid. For the entirety of that day he had eaten beans but mostly he had drank a whole lot of water. He sat and waited. Waited for what? He wasn't quite sure. Maybe to be carted away or released, or for the boss to get him, or for the woman to come back. Mostly he was waiting for himself to fall apart and accept that this was reality now. That came eventually. The falling apart, that is. Without much warning, piss started gushing from his crotch. He hadn't made much of an effort to stop it in an attempt to not look desperate for the past hour. So without the helpful squeezes of his hand of the thigh clenching, there was nothing stopping the flood gates. The urine beaded up ever so slightly on top of his soaked crotch before trickling down onto the seat of the metal chair only to be absorbed by the fabric on the butt of his jeans. Eventually, it was even too much for that. The slightly yellow puddle leaked to the back of his thighs then fell off the chair, making some noise as it splattered onthe floor. His cheeks were hot with tears and the blush that undoubtedly stained his tanned skinned. He wasn't full out sobbing or anything, but this wasn't pleasant. God, he was glad he was alone. Just as that thought crossed his mind, the slight crackle of audio and electricity alerted him of a witness he forgot about. There was a soft ‘What the fuck.’ In that same voice that was probably not entirely directed at him, then a more clear, “Hey kid, you okay?” Jesse remained silent, willing the tears that had collected to go away. The intercom didn't shut off, allowing him to hear the voice call for backup. It shut off just a bit later. Nearly ten minutes after he pissed himself, the door to the cell opened to reveal two men, one blond, one almost completely shaved. Both were frowning. The darker stepped forward, speaking in the same voice from overhead, “You need to shower.” When Jesse didn't move, he sighed and grabbed his upper arm and hoisted him to his feet, throwing the wet chair back a bit too. Once he was standing, he cuffed his hands together. “Sorry bout this, but you're still a criminal. And I don't doubt your ability to do damage when you want.” The blond spoke up, “You afraid of a piss soaked pipsqueak, Gabe?” “Ask the people he killed that, Jack.” A hand still on his upper arm, he lead the teenager out of the holding cell, presumably to the showers. Jesse avoided eye contact with both men, and he sure as hell didn't say anything. Once in a room very similar to a locker room, the handcuffs were removed. “Undress and shower.” He looked both men up and down, his gut twisting up. “Can't you spare me some privacy?” The one called Jack scowled, “What, so you can find a weapon and attack us while we're vulnerable.” He blinked slowly, breathing deeply. A headache was already starting to form from getting as worked up over this as he was. “What could I even use?” “Like I'm going to give you ideas.” “Well, can you just take a step back? I'm vulnerable here too.” He rolled his eyes. “Disrobe and shower. If I have to tell you again, you're not going to shower.” He added, “Even letting you shower now is giving you too much,” under his breath. Jesse frowned and closed his eyes for a moment, a wave of vague dizziness washing over him for a moment. He didn't know why, but it passed. “Please.” His voice had gone softer, and even softer than that, he spoke one last bit, “I just want to go home?” His brows furrowed in anger. “Oh you want to go home? What about everyone who you and your fucking posse are keeping here for questioning? Or all the people you robbed out of home? Or all the people you killed who can never go home and see their family ever again? But you want to go home? Well guess what, kid? You don't have anywhere to go but a max security where you're going to rot for the rest of your days in hell, where you belong.” His face crumpled at that, as did his body. His legs collapsed, allowing his wet thighs to press against his calves and his knees against his chest he crossed his arms around his abdomen and buried his red, tear streaked face in his knees, unable to even look at the men anymore. “I know!” He wailed. Gabe sighed out of disgust for both the men in the room with him. He touched his earpiece, unseen to the now sobbing teenager in front of him. “Ana, I need you in the men's locker room in hall D.” There was a pause before he spoke again. “It's self explanatory if you come here. It's about the kid you were interested in.”
  25. A/N: Someone requested this forever ago, and I was also recently commissioned to do something similar, so here it is. Forrest likes the sort of social events he has to attend as a prince of Nohr, because they say a lot about the way things have changed for him. There was a time when he was certain that his father would never want him to be a part of this part of his life, when he thought he would always be kept out of the eye of the public. And even if he were to be a part of it, he never thought he would be able to truly do anything as himself. So the fact that he’s an important part of the stuffy parties his father is forced into attending, and sometimes hosting, and the fact that he doesn’t have to hide anything about himself means a lot to him. He always does his best to make a good impression on everyone, and even though some people still haven’t completely accepted him as he is, his father never asks him to stay home. Forrest knows that he has to be the best he can be, as he is, to prove everyone else wrong. And no one can deny that he’s charming, and he’s so beautiful that he can light up a room on his own. Those who do accept him all say that he’s the life of the party. Of course, whenever the children of his father’s retainers attend, he’s usually even more the center of attention, since the two of them are always able to draw eyes. He has to be on his best behavior, especially with the two of them at his side. The eccentricities of his father’s retainers are well-known, so the eccentricities of their daughters are expected. Still, Ophelia and Nina aren’t so bad, and both have insisted on looking after him, determined to be appointed his retainers. But there is one night when Forrest would rather not be there, and would rather not have eyes on him at all times. Though he’s done everything in his power to keep his predicament from showing on the outside, it’s starting to weigh on his mind more and more. It isn’t the first time he’s found himself in such a predicament, but it’s usually when the evening is coming to a close, not so early on. But his bladder is certainly uncomfortably full, and the party- if such a dull affair can even be called that- is just barely in full swing. He’s dressed in his best, a dress designed and made just for this evening, and he’s even managed to convince his would-be retainers to wear some of his matching designs. The three of them look adorable together, but it’s hard for him to concentrate on anything but the fact that he can hardly stand still. Biting his lip, Forrest looks down to avoid making eye contact with anyone in the hopes that no one will come up to talk to him. He just wants to keep a low profile until the night’s over, though it’s difficult with the two girls on either side of him. Every now and then, he catches Nina gawking at some pair of guests, grinning as she watches them converse, and he’s sure she’s making up conversations in her head. Ophelia will start monologuing at the drop of a hat, and Forrest can barely keep up with her topics when he isn’t distracted. As long as they’re still occupied by their own things, he can keep them from figuring out that he’s getting more and more desperate as time goes on. He doesn’t know why it’s so bad right tonight, but he does know that there’s a chance he won’t make it until the end of the party, though he isn’t sure how he’s going to be able to excuse himself without drawing unwanted attention to himself. However, a throb from his bladder causes him to make a soft noise of discomfort, and he squeezes his thighs together. “Is something up?” Nina asks. Ophelia turns to look at him as well. “No, it’s nothing.” He forces a smile, but can’t help squirming under their gazes. “I don’t know about that,” she replies. “Yes, there’s definitely something troubling you,” adds Ophelia, and she actually squints at him. “Really, I’m fine.” “If there’s something going on, you know you can just say so, right?” “Could it be that there are dark forces at play? Or perhaps a potential assassination? Just say the word and your loyal retainers will spring into action.” “Honestly, there’s nothi-” His voice breaks as his bladder throbs, and he cringes, nearly doubling over. “That doesn’t look like nothing to me,” Nina observes. “Are you feeling sick?” “I just…” He shifts in place, their gazes putting all the more pressure on him. “It’s nothing I can deal with right now. We just need to enjoy the party.” “How can we stand idly by when you’re clearly suffering? All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll do what I can to vanquish whatever evil has befallen you!” Ophelia protests. “It’s not something I want to talk about,” he mumbles. “I get you,” Nina says, holding up a hand to stop Ophelia from saying anything more. “If you don’t want to tell us what’s up, then that’s your call. Just make sure you tell us if things get serious. We’ll be on our best behavior in the meantime.” He appreciates her listening to him, but he can’t help but wonder if she’s figured out what’s bothering him. It’s embarrassing, imagining that Nina already knows that he’s struggling against his bladder, and if she’s figured it out, then it’s only a matter of time before Ophelia figures it out as well. He was hoping he could keep it to himself, but now he’s wondering if that was ever a possibility to begin with. With how bad it’s getting now, he keeps shifting from foot to foot, and whenever anyone comes to speak with him, his voice is strained and it’s a struggle to stand stiff and proper. Time passes so slowly, and his situation only gets worse and worse, his bladder feeling fuller and fuller. It aches so terribly that he can hardly breathe, and it’s nearly impossible to force a smile and make conversation with the guests. It’s absolutely torture, trying to endure this, but he doesn’t want to mess this up. Things have finally been going well for him, and he just wants to do his part. He can’t take much more of this, and he lets out a soft, pained whimper, not realizing that it’s audible to the girls. “We absolutely can’t ignore this anymore,” Ophelia says. “You’re sick or in pain, or...or…” It’s so obvious now that she already knows what the problem is, and he feels himself blushing at her words. “Forrest, look, I’m not gonna say anything else, but if you want to leave, we can get you out of here. No one will question it too much, if we’re escorting you out like you’ve got somewhere important to be,” adds Nina. Squirming under their gazes, he considers denying it further, but he isn’t going to last much longer like this and he knows it. “Alright,” he says softly, “we can...go somewhere else.” They take “escorting” him a little far, each grabbing one of his arms and guiding him out like they're on a mission, but, surprisingly, they prove to be right. Nobody questions it, and a few even give him polite waves. It's good that he isn't being stopped, since he can hardly walk at this point, and every step threatens to be the end of him. The first time he feels a bit spill over, a leak that isn't severe enough to show but is enough to alarm him, he lets out a soft squeak. “Don't worry,” Ophelia murmurs, her voice so low that only he can hear it, “just a little bit longer.” Oh, this has to be the most humiliating thing he's ever experienced! By the time they're outside, his legs are trembling and each step he takes is shakier than the last. He just needs to get away from the girls, just needs the tiniest shred of privacy, or else it's going to be too late and- A hand is between his legs as soon as he feels another spurt escape, without him even thinking to do it. He supposes his body was willing to do whatever it took to stop more from escaping, but when he notices the girls staring at him, not doing a good job of concealing their shock, he drops his hand quickly, his face burning. No matter what happens, he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to leave this down, and he has to get away from them, but he finds himself rooted to his spot, unable to move with risking a complete loss of control. But if he just stands there, then he’ll definitely lose it! There isn’t anything he can do in this situation, and tears begin to spill down his cheeks as he accepts the fact that he is about to wet himself. He goes to speak, his voice cracking as gets out, “Go a- ah!” And that is the end of the line for him. A burst of liquid escapes, and quickly turns into a steady stream, soaking through his petticoat and even leaking through to the front of his dress, streaming down his leg and staining his stockings. Forrest quietly sobs as he gives in, the relief feeling so good even though he can’t truly enjoy it like this. He’s ruining his beautiful outfit, that he put so much work into, and he’s humiliating himself in front of two girls who are supposed to look to him as their prince, as someone they can depend on. It’s enough to make him absolutely die of shame. “Please don’t cry, Forrest.” Ophelia is the first to speak up, and her voice is soft and gentle as she looks at him with pity in her eyes. She’s blushing a bit, but she doesn’t let the embarrassing situation deter her. “Why shouldn’t I?” he asks. “Just look what I did! Oh, this is just...just awful !” “It could be a lot worse,” says Nina, who seems to be blushing even more furiously than Ophelia. “I mean, it’s just us out here, right?” “Yes, but...but it shouldn’t have happened at all! It doesn’t matter who saw me, it...I shouldn’t have…” “But it happens sometimes,” she argues. “Neither of us is going to say anything, are we?” “I will take this secret to the grave and beyond!” Ophelia agrees. “Still, you must think so much less of me…” he says softly. “Don’t be silly.” Ophelia shakes her head. “There’s nothing that could make me think less of you, Forrest. So cheer up!” “That’s right. You’re not just our prince, you’re our friend too, and that’s what friends are for,” says Nina. “Listen to what Ophelia says, and cheer up, alright?” “Thank you,” he says, not quite feeling better, but well on his way to it. He knows that he won’t feel completely better until he’s clean and until he’s made sure that his dress is salvageable, but at least he has nothing to worry about where the two of them are concerned. “Come on, let’s get you back to your room.” “That’s right!” says Ophelia, tugging on his arm. “We’ll use the cover of night to conceal you, and it’ll be like nothing ever happened!” And so he follows the two of them, and Ophelia goes on about some friendship ritual that’s sure to lift his spirits, which he’s sure she made up on the spot. Nina actually accuses her of that, and the two bicker a bit, but they’re both smiling, and he is too, as he watches them. Tonight has been an experience, to say the least, but he feels so much better knowing that he has them to protect him, in every form that that protection may take.