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  1. Meowth

    Live Action Omorashi

    I've noticed a lot of threads about people holding it, and then posting what is happening to them as time passes. I've decided to consolidate this into a single thread in order to keep the board from getting cluttered. I will keep this short and sweet. Basically, if you're holding it right now and you want an audience, go ahead and post in this thread. Mention things such as your level of desperation and provide as many details as you can. While I would prefer all live action stuff to go in this thread, that doesn't mean you are obligated to do it. If you would rather, you could always hold it, do what needs to be done, and then post a separate thread about what happened. This is subject to change as questions and problems arise.
  2. neilscotland

    female I love to wet sports shorts

    Some of you know already that I have a thing about sports shorts. I just love to pee in them. There's nothing better than the feel of warm pee soaking my shorts, running down my legs and soaking my socks. Here are two recent photos when I did not go to the bathroom in my house and instead went to the bathroom in my shorts.
  3. Wombat48

    Male desperation

    I have many recollections over the years of Male desperation that I have witnessed in public-would people be interested in me sharing these?
  4. Dimwitrolo

    HPattern's Commission

    From the album: DimwitRolo's Commissions

    HPattern's character, Steele, getting scared by a spider. Quite scared indeed.
  5. hubertheiser

    female A Long and Wet Afternoon

    Here's an adventure I want to share with you. I hope you like it. Fap Roulette gave me the "Ultimate Bladder Torture" the other day with some exiting rolls: Wear jeans and underwear. Add a tight leash tight around Choose a beverage stronger that 4.5%. Drink 1 cup (330ml) per hour. Hold for 7 hours. Relief (peeing in clothes for 1/2 second) 100 times. Masturbate and edge every 10 minutes. My hand already hurt when I read this. But given the other parameters, keeping a proper level of excitement throughout the challenge shouldn't be a problem. If you make all the way through, you can pee normally and masturbate to orgasm. The punishment would be at a bit disgusting, I spare you the details here. On the set day, I wanted to start the challenge at 2pm. So I went about my normal routine which includes 1 liter of green around lunch time. The challenge doesn't state anything about starting with a full bladder or a need to pee, so I used the bathroom normally, the last time at 1:45pm. Time to get ready: I put on shorts and a worn out pair of jeans. The tightened belt would serve as a leash. T-shirt, socks completed the outfit. 100 reliefs in 7 hours, you do the math: It's 14 leaks per hour, or just over 4 minutes between to leaks if evenly spread out through the challenge. So carpet and chair protection were needed from the very beginning. For drink I chose a craft beer with 7.5%. Not strong enough to get me drunk with the prescribed amount, but just a little light headed. The brand I chose turned out to make my mouth a little sticky from the heavy sweetness, so I added some water every now and then. Shouldn't hurt on warm day, should it? Now follow me through the challenge. 2pm - 3pm Peeing on command was always hard for me, especially when my bladder is almost empty. So only one relief in the first hour. 3pm - 4pm The bladder starts filling, no real pressure, though (1/10 - 2/10). I "relieved" 9 times and ended the hour with a sizeable wet patch in my jeans. I really started to enjoy this game. 4pm - 5pm I'm getting the hang of it, 15 relieves evenly spread throughout the hour. My jeans are getting nice and wet in the front and the back. Pee starts puddling in my chair. Urge level is rising to 5/10 - 6/10. 5pm - 6pm I'm keeping the relieve rhythm, 15 leaks again this hour. Pants are soaking front and even more back. The puddle in my chair starts to become permanent. Pressure is rising drastically: The hour starts at about 6/10 and moves up to a firm 8/10. First involuntary leak about 5:50, but I regained control quickly. 6:00pm - 6:20pm Urge level is rising to 9/10, it's becoming increasingly hard to regain control after each relief. Can I still call it "relief" when the pressure after the leak is the same as before? 9 reliefs in just 20 minutes at the verge of losing control! Can't sit still anymore, squirming, bouncing about and doing the dance. Will I be able to make to the end? 6:20pm I can't hold it anymore, I'm peeing uncontrollably in my jeans. Heavenly relief! My drenched jeans are feeling so nice and warm and wet! Aftermath To sum it up: That were 49 more or less controlled leaks and 1 full wetting 4 hours and 25 minutes. Given the amount of liquid still moving through my body and my plumbing being well worn out, the next wave would come soon and be unstoppable. So I just leaned back in my chair and relaxed and enjoyed myself while waiting for things to happen. At about 6:50 I made a halfhearted attempt to delay the inevitable, but to no avail - I uncontrollably peed myself again. What a fun afternoon!
  6. Anubis

    Flowing Creek

    I haven't ever tried writing an interactive story before, but it looks like it could be fun. A lot of good ones have been posted, so I'm going to give it a shot. It's been a while since I have written anything and I don't have a good track record when it comes to finishing stories, but we'll see how this goes. This story is based on a personal fantasy of mine, but I won't say much more about it because more information will be available later on. Anyway, here we go. *** Flowing Creek You wake up in what looks like some sort of a cheap motel room, to the sound of birds chirping outside. You are facing towards the outer wall, so you can see sunlight coming in around the edges of the curtain over the window. You feel the need to relieve your bladder, but it is still bearable for the time being. For a moment, you allow your eyes to wander around the room before lifting your head off the pillow and sitting up. You look down and realize that you are still wearing your t-shirt, jeans, and socks. The lower half of your body is still covered by the blankets, but you can tell what you’re wearing beneath it, from the feeling of the material on your skin. You are unsure of how long you were asleep, but what you are sure of, is that you have never seen this room before. You take a good look at your surroundings. The walls of the motel room are a milky white and the curtain over the window has a grey and black checkerboard pattern on it. About a meter away from the foot of the bed, directly in front of you, there is a stained, oak dresser that is about two meters wide, and there are only two doors in the room. One of them leads to the outside, but the other one, about two meters to the right of the dresser, leads to what could either be a closet or a bathroom. You get an uneasy feeling about the situation. Where am I? You wonder. Since you are all alone, you try to rack your brain, hoping to remember where you are and how you got there. The only thing you can remember, is going on a mid-summer road trip, with a friend that you’ve known for years. The two of you grew up in Ontario, Canada and went to the same college. You recall traveling through a heavily forested area in Manitoba when you were both caught in a sudden, intense rainstorm. The only other thing you remember is seeing a blinding flash of lightning, but everything after that is a total blank. Right beside you to your left, there is a small bedside table. Sitting on top of it, you find a clipboard with a single sheet of paper on it. Taking hold of it, you notice that the paper contains very personal information about you. There is an ID photo of you in the upper, right-hand corner. In the upper, left-hand corner, there is a line that says that your identification number is FC-05202018. Beneath the photo and your assigned number is everything else about you. What does the sheet say? This will be used for character creation. Include as much information as you like and I’ll fill in anything that gets left out. If any artists would like to create the character’s ID photo, then feel free to do so. This will give me an idea of their appearance, without you having to put all of the info in. General Info Name: Gender: Height: Hair style/color: Eye color: Body type: Age: Personal Info Personality: Interests/Hobbies: Fetishes/Kinks: Sexual Orientation: Breast size (if applicable): Butt size: Bladder size: Holding Ability: Extra Things Underwear appearance: Notable features of outer clothing (If applicable): *** There will be more coming after creating a character. After 48 hours, if there is only one suggestion, that will be your character. If there are more, then the one I like the most will be your character while the second best may be used as the identity for your character's traveling companion on the road trip. This time frame can be extended upon request for any ID photos. Constructive criticism is welcome, if you have any. My goal will be to post a new part to this at least once a week, with 48 hours between each post available for making decisions for where the story will take us, so hopefully we'll have some fun on this adventure.
  7. one video I was finding on another platform (but I can't find that one again, maybe that video got deleted somehow)? it was named "heavy delivery", while I think that the uploader also made at least another video (and some others were recommanded, because of being similar to this video). the other video was about reading a story, that shown guy was reading a text, while fake laughter was implemented as sound, also he've lost some pieces of clothes and he seems to be shy about it. the "heavy delivery" guy seems to be the same guy I think, but I can't find his nickname, only that one of this videos were shared on a page named "xnxx". both videos include genitals and peeing, only one guy is visible in each video. the "heavy delivery" guy was carrying a heavy object (similar to a part of a statue?) and the camera seems to represnt the person he's talking to. his shorts got lowered within the video, also his underwear is falling down too, this guy is uncut and peeing a clear stream later, making it look like it's "an accident". one video is entitled "heavy delivery", while I couldn't remember the other video. I couldn't find the nickname of the uploader on the mentioned page. I hope it's okay to party name that page (I don't include a video or the full page-name)? I think there was another platform where I was viewing that video, where also the other video was mentioned there, uploaded by the same user? btw: this user didn't show his face. feet until upper-body were shown within this video and the "heavy delivery" guy wore a white shirt and a party-torn white underwear. he begged to get to the restroom, he's not actually whispering, but quietly talking. I couldn't even find that video very easy, I've favorited it and found it just because of having it mentioned it there with a hint and that guy seems to be max. 30 years old and is talking in english language, no music can be heard in the background. there's another video, where I don't know the title, uploader's nickname or page where I was viewing it. it's about aguy who's studying, the camera is placed under the desk. that guy is desperate to pee and moaning can be heard, no music is playing. he's touching his genitals and wearing a possibly white boxershort. he's sitting onto a chair and trying not to wet himself, I'm not sure if some wetting-scenes are included here, but later the camera is placed in the bathroom instead. his underwear is kinda pee-stained now, while he's aining his (boner or flaccid?) dick into the toilet and the bathroom's door can be seen in this scene. that guy is getting back to the desk, where he wets his underwear again, I think. also possibly peeing in the toilet later again, but this time his pee-stream is more intense. I'm not sure if he's uncut, but I don't think he's talking that much. I'm not sure if his face can be seen in this video, but it's not made by the user of the previous-described videos (I think). all guy's pee-stream could be clear I think, while the latest-described guy seems to be max. 25 years I think. I'm not sure about the latest-described guy's outfit (next to wearing white underwear), but all videos seem to be recorded inside of a room with no other people around, if that detail wil help? if someone of you maybe knows this video and knows the user's nickname, it would be great to find these videos again and especially know if the mentioned page shows the original video or where I was finding the first video was the original user's channel instead. links don't have to be mentioned here, I could look through pages with knowing the 2 video-titles or user's nickname by myself. (just mentioning it, because I can't look for something if I don't know how it's named) I was trying to find these videos, but couldn't locate another page than the mentioned one yet.
  8. UA Hero Academy was not just the most prestigious school for heroes, but also one of the most expansive. Roughly an hour outside of city limits were several large-scale training facilities and simulations, each meticulously crafted to help would-be heroes respond to just about any crisis they could imagine. It was almost an artform how they could make a simulated city or factory seem real enough that students would protect it as if it was the genuine thing. Right now, Ochako could not focus on the grandeur of the makeshift city streets she walked through. Her major thought was if the architects had gone to the trouble of designing some of these buildings with functioning bathrooms. She knew it was the last thing she should be focusing on, but the pressure in her distended bladder made it all but impossible to ignore. How did it get so bad, she wondered. Sure, it had been awhile since her last pee, but she had done lengthy stretches between bathroom visits before without much trouble. The few sips of lemonade from the cafeteria couldn’t have added that much, either. Was the stress of not having lunch and a surprise training exercise affecting her in weird ways? Whatever it was, at least the walking helped tone down the pain, if only a little bit. She also gladly took advantage of being behind all her teammates by keeping a hand on her groin. “Jeez, my stomach is killing me.” Of course, that hand would come straight off the moment her teammates did anything remotely different. “Wait, weren’t you bragging about not letting your stomach get in your way back at school?” asked Hanta Sero with a cheeky grin. “Hey, I still stand by that,” retorted Kirishima, “Though I gotta admit, I wasn’t expecting to be this hungry. This might actually cut into my endurance a bit.” “Well if that’s the case, you can just sit back and let me do the heavy lifting. I’m still in tip-top shape today.” Sero stuck out his chest in confidence, but as if on cue, his stomach growled immediately after, causing his grin to fall away. “Ha! You were saying, tape boy?” Kirishima gently elbowed Sero in the gut. “Alright, alright, so I’m pretty starved too, but at least everyone here is in the same boat as me.” Sero looked behind him, forcing Ochako to snap her hand away again. “Isn't that right, you two?” “Um, w-well…” Ochako was not the best at being put on the spot, especially with her bladder as full as it was. “I think we need to start focusing on our surroundings,” said Midoriya next to her. “If the exercise has already started, then the robots might be attacking the city right now.” That's right, our mission. Ochako had nearly forgotten their objective between the team’s banter and her bladder. Despite Aizawa’s warning, her team’s exercise really did just boil down to smashing robot that they found. The major catch was the robots would not be targeting them, but instead attacking the city directly. Their goal was to prevent as much collateral damage as possible, for as All-Might put it, “A true hero is never as destructive as the villains they fight.” “You say that, but I'm not seeing or hearing anything around here,” said Kirishima. “That's because you're only on the ground, dummy,” replied Sero. “You gotta get up high to get a good look, like this!” He raised his arm skyward and fired a long strip of sellotape from his wheel-shaped elbow. It latched onto the top of a nearby building, and Sero pulled himself to the rooftop with ease. “Alright, let’s see what we got here.” Sero put his foot on the roof’s railway and his hand above his eyes in a showy display. “Hanto Sero, recon expert at your service!” “Quit being a show-off and just tell us if you see anything!” yelled Kirishima. It was more blunt than how she would have phrased it, but Ochako found herself silently nodding in agreement. “I’m looking, I’m looking!” Sero turned his head the other direction and suddenly tensed up. “Hey, got something!” “You did!? What is it?” asked Midoriya. Sero pointed and yelled, “Smoke clouds a few blocks away! One to the east and one to the southeast!” “Two different directions? They gotta be attacking multiple areas at once,” said Kirishima. “We’ll need to split up,” declared Midoriya, “Uraraka and I can take the ones to the southeast.” “W-We can!?” Ochako felt a nervous sweat forming on her brow. “You sure about that? You guys might need my muscle for some of those bots,” said Kirishima. Ochako opened her mouth to speak, but Midoriya cut her off. “Sero will need your strength more than us, and if we get in real trouble, I can use my quirk to keep us safe.” Kirishima looked back and forth between them before nodding. “Alright, Sero and I will crush the robots to the east, then.” He looked up towards Sero and yelled “You get all that!?” “Got it! Let’s bust these bots and get our food!” declared Sero while he climbed onto the railway. In a move straight out of comic books, he jumped off the rails, launching his sellotape at another building and swinging away in true hero fashion. “Hey, leave some for me!” Kirishima took off for him at once while a series of skin-spikes grew out of his body. Just like that, Ochako and Midoriya were by themselves on the streets. Before an awkward silence could develop, Ochako turned around and started down the road. “Come on, Deku, we better get going, too.” “W-wait, Uraraka!” Ochako stopped in her tracks and slowly turned her head. “What is it?” There was a moment where Midoriya looked away before speaking. “I know I asked you this before, but is something wrong?” “W-what do you mean?” asked Ochako, trying to keep a straight face. Please don’t tell me... “It’s just… you seem tense and distracted. Are you feeling okay?” She tried to hide it as best she could, but Ochako’s mind raced with panic. Of course Midoriya’s excellent perception would pick up on her subtle signals, even if he hadn’t fully pieced it together yet. He was the last person she wanted to have this predicament around, even among the likes of Mineta and Bakugo. At least those two weren’t people she normally hung out with. “Um, no, I’m feeling fine! Just peachy, in fact!” she said, faking a smile. “Are you sure? I know we haven’t eaten in awhile, so if you’re not feeling well, please don’t push yourself too hard.” “I’ll be okay, just a little hungry is all,” Ochako replied, giving a thumbs up. “The sooner we get to eat, the sooner I’ll get better.” Midoriya stared at her for a moment much to her worry, but then nodded and turned towards the smoke cloud. “Right, then let’s get these robots before they can wreck the city.” “I’m right behind you,” called out Ochako as they took off. Just as she hoped, Midoriya led them forward, allowing her to put a hand between her legs again. It offered little comfort, unfortunately, as the reality slowly dawned on her. She would have to battle and defeat a group of tough robots with a full bladder, all while hiding her powerful need from Midoriya the whole time. It was a Herculean task before her, one she was not certain she could pull off. No, don’t think like that! She shook the doubts out of her head. A hero had to keep a brave face against the odds, no matter how grim they looked. She was gonna give it all she had in this exercise, if only because there was no other way to keep herself dry. U.A.’s robotic A.I. was some of the most advanced in the world, but even it had its limitations. The robots for the exercise were set to focus on destroying the city around them, but not specifically pay attention to the heroes unless they were attacked. This meant that it was possible to get the drop on them and take them out before they could retaliate. Ochako was quite happy to have figured this out, for they wouldn’t have to waste valuable time going toe-to-toe with the bots. Between her quirk not being the best for straight-up offense and Midoriya’s quirk seriously hurting him whenever he used it, it was the best course of action, and she took it with glee. Running straight up to a robot smashing the corner of a building, Ochako lifted the large construction beam she had found nearby over her head. What should have been impossible to carry without a crane was held up with ease thanks to her zero-gravity quirk rendering it weightless. With a yelp, she tossed it into the air like an Olympic athlete, where it soared upwards with no sign of stopping. Ochako waited only a few moments before bringing her fingertips together and yelling “Release!” In an instant, the I-beam’s weight returned, sending it falling to the earth like a javelin. It impaled the robot, easily smashing through its head and chassis, bringing its punching arms to a dead stop. “Whew!” Ochako panted. She was certain the beam was now stuck into the ground, but it was a small sacrifice for preventing an entire building from collapsing. “Okay, that’s another one down, just a few more to g-OH!” It seemed that her bladder had mistook her command of “release” to apply to itself as well. Her underwear suddenly grew warm and wet from a sizeable spurt as the exhaustion from utilizing her quirk hit her. She bent forward, snapped her legs shut, and shoved both hands down there in the blink of an eye, anything that would stop the leak from turning into a flood. “P-please no,” she mumbled through grit teeth, “Not here, not like this!” Whether from strength she never knew she had or sheer divine intervention, the spurt did not grow any bigger, and her bladder eventually calmed back down. She sighed as she slowly stood upright. Disaster had been averted for now, but it still served as a powerful reminder of how little time she had left before the inevitable happened. Please don’t let there be too many more robots... “Gyah!” “Deku!?” Ochako felt a cold sweat coming on as she turned towards Midoriya. That was a yell of shock and panic, and it did not take long for her to understand why. She did not know where they came from or why they were attacking him, but four new robots had shown up and slowly moved on Midoriya, their intention to beat him to a pulp clear as day. He had just jumped back to avoid a punch, hence his shout, but now his back was to a wall, and the robots left no room for him to slip away. Ochako knew things were bad now. Sure, Midoriya could activate his quirk and dispatch the robots if he absolutely needed to, but that would cripple whatever limb he used. Recovery Girl could help him heal it with hardly any trouble, but he would be in enormous pain until then and, worst of all, probably miss out on his meal reward. She could never let that happen to him, not if she had anything to say about it. There was no hesitation in Ochako’s movements as she rushed forward as fast as her legs could go. Her bursting bladder no longer mattered one bit to her, only the safety of her best friend. The pounding in her chest, burning in her lungs, and soreness in her legs would not stop her either, for the closer she got, the closer the robots lurched towards Midoriya, and the more she became convinced she could see the bright glow of his quirk slowly activating. “Stop!” she yelled at both the robots and Midoriya. All as one, he and the robots looked over at her, the glow on Midoriya’s arm fading away. “U-Uraraka!?” he said. She did not respond, instead putting her plan in action. Ochako leapt forward, landing her leg on the closest robot’s leg and touching it with her hand. Before it could react, she pushed off it and landed next to the second bot, touching it as well. Her quirk quickly took effect, and the first two robots began lifting into the air, their limbs flailing about without hitting anything. Already, the strain from her quirk was hitting her, but she couldn’t stop now. “Quick, this way!” she shouted, holding out her hand. Midoriya wasted no time in running towards her, yelling a quick “Thank you!” once he caught up to her. Ochako, however, did not run back as far as he did, instead slowly backing up while the remaining robots closed in on her. Come on, just a little closer, she thought while slowly raising her trembling hands. A mere moment later, and the robots moved up just as she asked. “R-release!” She pushed her fingertips together, and the pressure on her suddenly vanished. Just as planned, the two robots she levitated into the air fell straight down, crashing into their brethren. Smoke, sparks and pieces of metal flew all around, and as the dust settled, the heroes were rewarded with a view of four busted and nonfunctional robots. “W-wow.” Midoriya looked at Ochako, who remained motionless. “Thanks for the save again, Urarak-” “Aah!” Ochako suddenly broke her stillness and buried both hands deep into her groin. She had pushed her body to its limits with that last use of her quirk, and the effects hit her hard. Her stomach churned and squeezed, making her want to void its contents, but the worst effects came from further south. Even with hands between her tightly-pressed legs, she could still feel a tiny leak making her skintight pants ever wetter. This was her limit, and now she had maybe seconds left before the floodgates flung open. “Uraraka!? What’s wrong?” came Midoriya’s panicked voice. “I… I…” Ochako’s eyes grew moist from tears. There was no point in hiding it anymore, not when Midoriya was going to find out in a few seconds anyway. “I… need the toilet!” she yelled with her eyes shut and head lowered. “The… what!?” Midoriya stuttered, reeling back. “I need to go! Right now!” Ochako wobbled in place, every last bit of her strength devoted to not hosing her costume right there and then. “R-right, a b-bathroom. But where?“ Midoriya looked around, his expression as frantic as Ochako’s. She didn’t have time to wait for him. Already, the leak was growing in volume, to the point where she could feel the first dribble going through her panties and into the suit itself. “J-just don’t look!” was all she said as she waddled forward, her goal being the wrecked robot nearby. It was only a few steps to get behind it, but each one caused another leak to escape her. By the time she made it there and squatted down, a drop had managed its way down her leg and into her boot. Gasps, whimpers, and the occasional “come on…” left her mouth while Ochako fumbled with her belt and costume, frantically looking for the zipper that would enable her to get her clothes out of the way of the oncoming flood. It only took a few seconds before she realized how pointless that endeavor was. Her leaks had only gotten worse since her hands and legs moved away from her groin, and there was little the liquid could spread to in her squatted state. With how wet her underwear and pants already were, a little more urine was not going to hurt them any more. Her epiphany came at just the right time, for without warning, the last of her holding strength gave out. Ochako did not need to look down and see it for herself; she could feel the warmth of several hours worth of stored-up liquids spreading across her crotch, powering through the spandex and falling to the ground in a series of rapid drops with a light stream in the middle. Such a force was not without sound, and the combination of the splattering on the street and the hissing from Ochako’s more private regions made sure that anyone nearby would know what she was up to. She was peeing herself on the streets in broad daylight, an experience she had not had since before grade school. Her best friend was also just a few feet behind her, knowing and hearing full well what was happening to her. Any other time, this would have easily been the most humiliating thing to ever happen to her, as well as a clear failure to display the fortitude necessary of a hero. At that moment, however, none of these things mattered to her. All she could focus on was the sweet release of finally letting go, all those stressful and painful feelings being replaced with the pleasure of an empty bladder. Her frantic breathing slowed into a series of longer and louder sighs until she closed her eyes and let out a long moan, smiling the whole time. She knew it was not very modest or particularly heroic, but for the time being, that did not matter to her. It simply felt too nice to have her pee at long last. Still, a part of her kept her mind on Midoriya and how he felt about all this. She trusted him not to look, but he was probably still nearby to make sure nobody else walked in on her. I hope this isn’t too awkward for him... Midoriya scratched his bright-red cheek while he stood with his back turned to the robots. When he had first entered the academy, he had expected a mountain of trials and tribulations to defeat in his quest to become a hero. Standing guard for a girl while she relieved herself in a public location was something he never would have guessed would be part of his training, whether it was planned by the UA or not. Then again, could any hero ever prepare themselves for something like that? The thought of peeking on Ochako handling her business made him shudder in disgust, so temptation was not an issue. What was a problem, however, was the sheer awkwardness. He might not be able to see her, but he could the faintest sounds of water hitting the ground and pleasurable sighing behind him. A cold sweat formed on his cheek while the noises he was never meant to hear drove his mind wild despite his efforts to focus on something else. The other problem was something he had not noticed until Ochako ran behind the robots. Hearing somebody answer the call of nature made him realize that his own bladder had been filling up since the bus trip. He was not desperate by any means, but it was at that point where the discomfort was becoming noticeable. Hopefully, he would not need to wait too much longer before he could pay a visit to the restrooms. Until then, he would just have to shuffle his feet to keep the pressure at bay. “Where are they!?” “I think they went this way!” Just when Midoriya thought this situation couldn’t get any more awkward, the voices of Kirishima and Sero sent his heart rate flying. They were nearby and, if his memory of this city’s layout was accurate, would be coming around the corner very soon. He glanced back to the robot Ochako squatted behind, hoping to see her finished going and making herself presentable. Not only was she still crouched and the hissing sound as strong as ever, but now a very visible yellow puddle was spreading from underneath the robot. He could already see the worst case scenario playing out in his head: their other teammates seeing the growing puddle and putting two-and-two together, or worse, running right past it and having a direct view of Ochako in mid-pee. The poor girl would be mortified beyond belief, and the shame of failure would hang around his neck like a hundred ton weight. He could not let that happen no matter what; Ochako was his friend, and letting her down was the least heroic thing he could possibly do. But what was he going to do to keep them from going up to the robots and asking about Ochako? No time to think, they would be rounding the corner anytime now. Before even he knew what he was doing, Midoriya turned around and ran up to the robot, keeping his head turned to the ground so as not to have any accidental peeks. Unzipping his fly, he fumbled with his pants and All-Might themed boxers until his aim was free of any barriers. A couple seconds passed in what felt like an eternity as he waited for his bladder to start emptying, his heartbeat feeling particularly strong in those moments. It started as mere drops dripping onto the ground, gradually coming out faster and more connected while Midoriya slowly got used to deliberately peeing in public. The drops eventually formed into a stream of off-yellow, arcing farther and higher until it struck the robot’s wrecked chassis. A clear sound of water bouncing off metal rang through the quiet street, while the pee trailed down until it added to Ochako’s already-impressive puddle. A light sigh left Midoriya as he hit full stream. He had to admit that despite the circumstances, it felt nice to relieve his bladder a good deal earlier than he expected. A split second later, however, and that feeling ended as he heard a pair of footsteps running up behind him. “Oh good, there’s Midori-what the!?” Sero’s voice jumped up in volume. “Dude, gross! Talk about unsportsmanlike conduct!” yelled Kirishima. “Eh heh heh,” Midoriya laughed while turning his head, revealing his blush and nervous smile. “S-sorry guys, I-I just couldn’t hold it in anymore, you know?” Both Sero and Kirishima put a hand behind their heads and turned around. “Ugh, at least you dealt with the robots that slipped away from us,” said Sero. “Y-yep, all clear over here,” said Midoriya, “Now c-could I have some privacy, please?” “Bit late to be asking that,” said Sero. Kirishima turned to the other street and said, “Come on, let’s head down the other way and see if there are any other stragglers.” “Alright. Go find Uraraka when you’re done and regroup with us when you can,” Sero added as he took off, “And don’t touch anyone until you wash those hands!” “Heh, g-got it!” replied Midoriya. Huh, I didn’t take Sero for the kind of person to be that serious about hand hygiene. To Midoriya’s relief, the streets were once again devoid of life save for him, Ochako, and his rapidly-draining bladder. He sighed while he watched his stream grow weaker, the splatter falling from the robot onto the urine-soaked ground before further reducing to a few final spurts. He had embarrassed himself rather badly, but at least it was for a good reason. Right now, his concern was for Ochako and how she was feeling after all this. Deku… really did that for me? The last minute or so had been quite the emotional roller coaster for Ochako. She had fallen into a dead silence upon hearing Sero and Kirishima’s voice, though there was nothing she could do to halt the downpour coming from her crotch. Then came the pitter-patter right behind her and Midoriya’s up-close voice which made her heart pound in her throat. She didn't dare turn her head, but knew full well what he was doing to cover for her. Much as she appreciated not having anyone else know about her sudden potty time, the thought of someone humiliating themselves for her sake filled her heart with the heavy weight of guilt. Having others take the fall for her was a very unheroic thing to do, and she had to make it up to him somehow. The other boys had not even left yet by the time Ochako’s spray finally began its slow decline. Another fifteen seconds, and her bladder fully ran out of pee to add to the large puddle below her. She wiggled her butt to shake off the last couple drops, then slowly stood up, hearing Midoriya gasp and quickly adjust his clothes. Rather than confront him immediately, Ochako first took the time to examine the damage on her costume. For the first time ever, she was thankful her outfit was a skintight suit with dark colors. The only signs that she had wet herself were a shine on the crotch and maybe the pink was a little darker, things that someone would only notice if they were directly focused on that part of the costume. It’s a good thing Mineta isn’t here right now, she thought. Walking around to Midoriya’s side of the robot, she found it hard to make eye contact with him, though in the brief moment she did, she discovered he had the same problem as well. She put her hand behind her head and tried to speak, but the words would not leave her lips. “I… uh…” was all she could manage at first. “Um, so…” muttered Midoriya, “Are you...” “I’m sorry!” blurted Ochako, lowering her head. Midoriya reeled back in surprise. “S-sorry? What for?” Ochako put her hands together at her legs and glanced to the ground. “Um, Mr. Aizawa was right. I should have taken care of this before I went to lunch, but I fell into a routine of waiting until after.” “Don’t blame yourself for that,” said Midoriya, shaking his head. “Nobody could have guessed the teachers were going to spring this exercise on us.” “It doesn’t matter if I couldn’t see it coming. I should’ve been able to hold it like a real hero, but I couldn’t, and then you went and embarrassed yourself for me. I don’t know how I could ever make it up to you for that.” “Oh, please don’t worry about that. It’s nothing, really.” Midoriya put his left hand to his chest. “In fact, I’m the one who should be apologizing to you, Uraraka.” “A-apologize?” Ochako’s eyes opened wide and looked straight ahead. “But why?” “Please tell me the truth, Uraraka. Did you come to my aid and yell ‘stop’ because you didn’t want me to use my quirk and hurt myself?” “Um, well…” mumbled Ochako, scratching her head. Midoriya’s perception was spot on as always, yet she still found it hard to admit to it. “It’s okay, you don’t need to say anything.” Midoriya held up his right arm and looked at it. “I came to this academy so I could become the greatest hero, but until I master my quirk, I’m as big of a danger to myself as any villain.” “Don’t say something like that, Deku!” Ochako raised her arms. “I think you’re great hero material even without mastering your quirk.” Midoriya let out a sigh. “Still, if I had better control of it, you wouldn’t have had to push yourself so hard to save me, and then you might have had a chance to find a bathroom in time. It’s hard for me not to feel a little burdensome, you know?” Is that all? Silly Deku, she thought, growing a soft smile. “It’s okay, I felt the same way when I was trying not to wet myself this whole exercise.” She stepped forward, closing the gap between them to a few feet. “And that’s why we’re here, right? To push ourselves and learn how to be real heroes so we won’t have to feel like a burden to others.” It took a couple seconds, but Midoriya smiled in earnest for the first time since the exercise started. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” “You’ll get there someday, Deku. I know you will,” said Ochako, “I just hope I can keep getting better right with you.” “Then let’s get better together,” replied Midoriya, giving a thumbs-up, “So neither of us have to embarrass ourselves again.” “Hee hee, maybe not the best motivation, but together it is!” Ochako returned the thumbs-up with glee. It never failed to amaze her how a quick chat with Midoriya was sometimes all she needed to get into a better mood. She could still feel its fading warmth, but her wetting seemed so far away right now. The crashing of a collapsing building nearby made her forget about it even more. “Wuh-what was that!?” Both Midoriya and Ochako snapped their attention in the noise’s direction. As they feared, another robot had turned up, this one as tall as the skyscraper it had just demolished. Sero and Kirishima could be seen dealing with it already, but they certainly could not get the job done alone. “Seriously!? Where did that even come from?” asked Midoriya. “I guess they want us to really earn our lunch,” said Ochako. “Then we better stop it before it can wreck anything else.” The two of them glanced at each other and shared a nod before running off to face the robot, leaving the scene of their emergency piddle behind, their bladders now as empty as their stomachs. A sense of hunger could be seen in their eyes, not just for food but for growth, and they would fight to the last drop of strength until they had enough of both to call themselves true heroes.
  9. The Germophobe Conundrum (150 words) "Stop being a germophobe!"" I'm not!" "You hopped from foot to foot, dashing for the toilet the moment you came home. Because you refused to use the school toilets. In primary school!" "I like clean toilets!" "The trek will last 8hours, and you'll have to stay hydrated" "I have an enormous bladder" He did. His bestfriend gave up the argument. Sitting in gridlocked traffic, he regretted it. 12 well-hydrated hours later, he would welcome an opportunity to use the filthiest washroom. Instead, he is stuck in a bus with no toilets. An hour later, 15hrs after his morning pee, they reach the office. With a baseball sized wet patch on his crotch. The office toilets would save him, but the building is locked. He waddles to his car, leaving a trail of yellow drops. He tries valiantly, but the 1hr drive home is the straw that breaks the camel's back.
  10. Lotus

    Make a vid request?

    So, for almost a year, I had a girlfriend who thought the whole omorashi fetish was fun. She made videos for me while I was at work, and on Weekends when she worked, I did requests for her. No you can't have them, she sasid no. BUTT!!! (Yes I said butt) I can/Will make one or two videos for funsies. I know there's a few girls here, and whoever.... let me know yo. Also, I need to go cloths shopping, so theres....... wiggle room.
  11. About this - This story is a sequel to Uncomfortable Decisions. Give that a read if you haven't already! If you're short on time though, this story should make sense as a standalone. Even though it continues exactly where the previous one ended, I have kept the references to a minimum 🙂 ----------------------------------------------- While Mary was contemplating the pleasures of a long denied wee, her smart watch beeped to let her know Josh would be there to pick her up in 15minutes.Well, she certainly didn't want her boyfriend to enter that labyrinth of a parking lot. It would take them forever to get in and out in this Friday evening crowd. She had told him she'll meet him outside if she could. Dammit. She still had to get rid of her "coffee". She was cutting this close.Cursing silently she willed her flow to stop. She felt empty, but pee was still trickling out of her poor over tired bladder. After another 30s or so, she just cut it off and started wiping. As much as she wanted to finish this properly, she wanted to meet her boyfriend before he entered that lot and they were stuck forever. And, if she was honest, the thought of keeping a full bladder under control, again, was not unexciting. They were planning to stop for food soon anyway, she could finish up there. Or not. "We'll see how it goes", she murmured to herself while buttoning her jeans back, without any trouble this time. She hurriedly washed her hands and left to dispose her trash......Josh was hoping Mary wouldn't be waiting for him on the road. See, the thing is, when he was leaving office, the gents was closed for cleaning. He didn't really need to pee, not too bad anyway, so he left without bothering to wait. (I mean, since when do grown men queue outside toilets?)But now that he thought back to it, he hadn't peed since his lunch break. Which was at 1. And it was nearly 5 now; between his regular diet sodas, coffee and waters, he probably had about a litre and half of liquids sloshing inside him. He still wasn't desperate or anything, he could control his needs as long as he needed to, thank you very much. But a pee would have been damn nice. Like stretching to your full height after being cramped in an economy class flight seat for hours.He was hoping he could use the toilets in Mary's office or reception. In fact, he was positively looking forward to it. No, he didn't need to pee per se, he could wait until convenient, he was an adult with a large bladder capacity. But he really really would have liked to.Which is why he had to stifle a groan when he saw Mary standing beside the road, ready to go. He pressed his thighs together as he lent over to open the passenger door. Oh well, they would stop for food soon - that'll have to do. He wished he wasn't driving - keeping his thighs together and crossing his ankles felt nice. But he was a full grown adult - he wasn't a slave to his bladder. The situation was under control; they'll be in the cafe in no time at all. He'll be just fine. He kissed Mary hello and started driving while keeping his thighs as close together as possible. His bladder protested the further wait by pounding within his abdomen, but he refused to give in and ask Mary to drive. He was in control, not his bladder. As they fell in to an easy conversation, he managed to almost forget the building pressure against his pee-hole. ---------------------------------------------- Author's Note - I know this chapter is short, and contains no desperation. It'll get better, I promise 🙂 But I wanted to put something out there - it is too easy to procrastinate with writing unless I have something out here, and getting feedback ...
  12. I've been having constipation problems recently so I'm going to wear these to bed just in case I have an accident
  13. diokno44x

    female Wettering the Flowers

    So this little incident occurred when i was in preschool, so around age five or so. This was in the spring time, I think it was around early to mid May. It was a bit warmer out, so rather than my usual get-up of a white T-shirt, dark blue sweatpants, and matching sweater, I was garbed in a lime green T-shirt with some swirls on it in a kind of Triskelion-esque pattern, a pair of checkered shorts, and my shoes. In a bit of early child adventurousness (I blame Tommy Pickles), and perhaps a bit of curiosity, my five year old mind wondered "Can I go today without my diaper.", and so, after being dropped off, I went into the bathroom. Shimmying my shorts down (I would only start to deal with clasp pants in kindergarten, these, like the sweatpants, only had a garter), my somewhat chubby fingers manuevered around the tapes, and untaped my diaper. Grabbing it and folding it in half, I stowed it away, if memory serves, in the crevice between the little trash can, and the wall. Fixing my shorts, I left the bathroom. It was a bit after Arts and Crafts, a few hours of snacks and juice boxes later, that I felt a familiar twinge in my younger bladder. Pressing a hand to my crotch, I used all the potty training I had (And I had been potty trained. I don't know what age though), and managed to clamp down on my need to pee. Now, our preschool had a fairly small garden in the back that the teachers would often, weather permitting, allow some of students to help out in, things like watering the plants or doing some minor hoeing to make way for seeds, etc. Well, the next portion of the day, the teacher and her assistants picked out a handful of students, me being one of them. As I exited the classroom with one of the TA's and the three other students, my need to pee slowly, but surely, began to grow. It didn't help that I was assigned to watering duty. Crossing my legs a bit, I looked over my shoulder. The aide was helping one of my classmates with hoeing, and the other two were busy with their own tasks. Shifting a bit closer to the plants, and knowing that I wouldn't be able to slide the front of my shorts down in time to save them from getting even a quarter's sized stain, I let go. Relief and warmth filled me as the front of my shorts darkened, and sprayed onto the earth below, mixing with the water from the spray can. A bit dripped down my legs as I finished up, and kept on watering till the can was empty.
  14. diokno44x

    Origami Life is Hell

    (So this first "chapter" was inspired by an incident I told a while back in Wetting Incidents, which Overflo later made a picture of. https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/image/21919-diokno44x-taken-a-big-dump-by-overflo207/, except it was actually a paper dragon IRL, rather than a crane.) My name is Itami, or Pain in the human language known as English. It seems like the universe named me thus so it could torture me. I am a Kamibiingu, a being made of paper. Our forms are those of paper, but even if those are destroyed, our souls live on, flittering into a new vessel. I can feel my shape taking form. Smooth, but rubber contained, metal, what humans refer to as ¨scissors¨, slice into my papyric prison, freeing me. I open my eyes, as chubby, tanned fingers, a young child, folds me into shape. His untrained hands are guided by those of his teacher, a kindly looking human female with black hair, like those of the boy and a few other classmates. He finally folds me into my final form, that of the avian known as a crane. My eyes scan the room, and my soul tingles when his eyes, filled with innocence, and his smile full of warmth, enter my field of vision. My eyes, unbeknownst to him, scan his form. He has a bit of pudginess around his stomach, whether it's from simply eating, or leftover baby fat, is apparent through his light blue-green T-Shirt. It is blank. Around his lower body was a pair of dark blue sweatpants. Covering his feet are a pair of relatively new sneakers. My inhuman eyes, which would look like one drawn by a pen, can see what those of a mere human do not. You see, the youth development center I, my brethren/sistren, as well as their children, though for them it is, at most, only ten or so hours per day, is known as the YMCA. It also offers various exercise programs, for children and adults alike. Here, the children are required to be toilet trained to attend the development program, medical reasons being the sole exception. The training diaper that I could see peeking out from the top of his sweatpants was breaking it. My kind are empaths, and we could sense the emotions, and to an extent, thoughts and memories, of those in close proximity to us. I could sense that this boy knew how to use the waste receptacle humans call a ¨toilet¨ or which young children tend to refer as a ¨potty¨, but this one has a liking of diapers that would seem odd to a child his age, that of five years, if I am correct. However, I can sense a, albeit flimsy reason this child, even if he is toilet trained, would prefer the plastic containment unit over the porcelain one, I can sense what could be considered anxiousness, or perhaps the proper term would be fear, of using unfamiliar bathrooms, particularly public ones, as well as a sense of warmth at being changed by his primary caretaker, and I feel an echo of that warmth, being a parent myself. The boy shuffles into a line of his fellow children, where the teacher awaits to help them glue us onto twin popsicle sticks. Not the worst thing to happen to we paper beings. The young boy waddles slightly as the line slowly moves along. Not long after, I hear a slightly grumbling coming from the boy, hunger? Or perhaps a need to…. Defecate. I pray that it is the former, and not the latter. As my mind wanders, I feel the boy’s grasp on me loosen, and I fall, landing right between his planted feet. As the boy bends down to retrieve me, I feel it once again, a rumbling that, to one at my stature and position, seems to shake the very Earth itself. Soon, my worst fears come true. The rumbling seems to grow, and I see the boy raise his butt a bit upward, and then, it begins. I hear the boy softly grunt, as a foul smell, hampered to the human senses by his diaper and pants, but to mine they are as clear as crystal. We of the paper can sense all that goes on to those of us, including the boy’s diaper. My vision is overtaken by that of the paper and plastic that make up the padding. I can see as the feces slithers out of the boy’s rectum, and slowly accumulating a pile in the back of his diaper, causing it to expand ever so slightly. Meanwhile, a hissing noise turns to a roar in my ears as he releases his bladder. I snap back as the boy finishes up, and, to my horror, he bends down to grab me to the point that he, albeit temporarily, pins me beneath the smelly diaper. The scent fills my non-existent nostrils, and I pray to Paper God that he gets up. Eventually, his slightly chubby fingers grasp my tail, as he slowly stands. The instructor glues me to the popscicle sticks, as the dirty diapered boy takes me to show off to his friends.
  15. I have an FWB that I hook up with every now and then - 24, bi curvy gal who is very sex positive and a real sweetheart. Last week I brought up omorashi to her - she had never heard of it before but after some research it turned her on, so needless to say I was very excited to try it with her. While her bladder was full and bursting, she had a bout with stage freight and could not wet herself. I probably should have brought up omo to her weeks before we met up rather than just a day before so she could "untrain" her bladder. I figured since my bladder was also full and bursting, I make the best out of the situation and wet myself with my groin rubbing up against her butt. I bought her a sexy swimsuit to wear during our play - if only she was able to wet it! She gave me her blessing to post the video here; if I sound unintelligible it's because I was lost in the moment lol bliss.mp4
  16. peedespes02

    Men Pee Sitting Down

    I saw this article online and I though it was interesting. I pee siting down a lot at home. I dont know how many guys do ? Leave your comments below. http://www.menshealth.co.uk/healthy/is-it-normal-for-men-to-pee-sitting-down?utm_content=buffere19ee&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_campaign=buffer
  17. So, I'm sure this has happened before. You're taking a piss, you relax all your muscles, let it flow, and you also end up relaxing a bit too much and also release your sphincter. Well, unlike most of my previous experiences, this will detail a few instances of such from my younger years, cause those are really the only times its happened when I didn't want it to. The first time this had happened was in preschool. I was about five or so at the time. This was, if memory serves, in the first week or two of my stay at the good old YMCA (Hey, that rhymed.). The teacher had decided for the day we've have a Potty Day, which was basically a day to help the younger kids in the class (there were like twenty of us I believe), get used to the toilets there, get them better adjusted to using the toilet when needed (and probably get the rest of used to it (Cause you know how young kids can get with unfamiliar toilets), which would involve more frequent asking of students if that had to go, checking for accidents, and not just in line to use the bathroom, etc. This Potty Day thing wasn't a common occurrence, happening once a month at best. So, knowing this, after being dropped off for the day by my mom, I quickly made my way into the bathroom. Making sure no one was coming in, I went into one of the stalls, and took off my diaper, stashing it behind the toilet seat cover thing. A little while later, I felt the need to pee. As someone had gone into the bathroom just a moment before, I was SOOL (Shit out of luck) on that. And since the only in the outside lobby, I decided to find something or somewhere to pee. Thankfully for me as I walked about, my need to pee wasn't so bad as I was obvious, like holding myself or anything. Alongside that, the teacher and her aides were busy checking the other kids or monitoring. So, with the only bathroom unavaliable, and my need to piss mounting, I eventually found a discarded toy truck, one of those Tonka dump trucks I believe. Not wanting to risk it by tugging my pants down a bit, I simply squatted over the truck, as if I was playing with the toy car that was next to it, and relaxed. My pee spurted out through the front of the black shorts I was wearing, and filtered through my shorts in a stream into the truck's cargo bed, a soft sputtering sound heard as pee hit plastic. As I was doing so, I felt something shift in my guts, and then move out into the back of my shorts. As my pee stream died down, I realized I hadn't done my morning poop yet, and had thus done so in my pants. Knowing that if anyone smelt it, they would tell the teacher and then the teacher would check each of the students, I maneuvered the truck behind me, and tugged my shorts down a bit, tipping my mess into the truck's cargo bed. Fixing my shorts, I went on my way to do some arts and crafts. ------------ This second omo-riffic event occurred in kindergarten, as will the third and last one I can recall at the moment. I had needed to pee, and we were currently doing some coloring activity, one where we had to color a picture of the Virgin Mary (I still have it somewhere if memory serves). Putting my crayon down, I raised my hand. One of the teacher's aides, who would also be an aide for my third grade teacher, Mrs. Pina came over, asking what was up. I told her I had to go to the bathroom, and she smiled, and said I could. Thanking her, I pressed my hand into the front of my pants, and made my way into the bathroom, which was painted a light blue color, even the tiles. In fact, the only thing there I didn't think was blue were the toilets. But anyway, I turned my attention to the urinals. Prior to this, I had never used a urinal before. Sure, I knew what they were, but prior to that, If I had to pee, I either did it in my diaper, the toilet, or some container of some sort, so I wanted to try it out. Tugging down the front of my khaki slacks, and the front portion of my diaper, I began peeing. However, once again, it seems I relaxed too much, and the back of my diaper soon became browned, metaphorically speaking of course. Not really minding at this point in time, I simply finished up, pulled my diaper and pants up, washed my hands, and continued on with my day, ------------ This last one occurred shortly after this. I had, as in a few other tried to go a day diaperless, mostly because this was the last of the ones I had brought with me. It was around recess that I felt the need to pee. As I had stashed away my diaper in my backpack, and thus couldn't think of a plausible way to get back into the classroom, so I was out of luck there. Thankfully, luck seemed on my side, for some of my classmates asked if I wanted to join them in a game of hide and seek, to which I agreed. I was one of the hiders, and hid in the cool, shaded area beneath the playground. It was there that I decided to pee as well. Still crouched down between the smaller slide, as it had more cover than the twisty slide, I tugged the front of my pants down a bit, enough so I could pee, and began doing so. It was then my need to poop made itself known, however this time, I managed to get the back of my pants down enough to avert a total accident, and simply dumped out what had made it into my pants
  18. Luke whined quietly and pressed his thighs firmly together, trying to suppress his shaking knees. In the moderately loud lecture hall, no-one heard, save his boyfriend Michael, who's short body was snuggled in the seat next to him. Michael looked from Luke's flushed face to his trembling hands, and sighed. "Babe, you've had to go to the bathroom since this morning. The lecture doesn't finish for another hour and a half, and we both know you can't wait that long anymore." Luke's cheeks went even darker red, and his hands went to his crotch, almost defiantly. "Mike, I need the notes for this class. I... I can't just leave." Even as the words left his mouth though, he knew Michael was right. His belt cut painfully into his bladder, and he was long past the point where he would've used the bathroom at home. Ugh. Even thinking about relieving himself sent pangs through his already-overstretched bladder. Desperate for momentary relief, Luke undid his belt, as well as the top button of his chinos. Thankfully the checked overshirt he'd thrown on this morning covered his lap, so no-one was any wiser. At his boyfriends insistence, the two of them finally left the lecture hall, concious of the judgemental stares directed their way until the doors shut behind them. Once they were out of the hall, Luke immediately leant on a wall for support, with his free hand pressed firmly into his crotch. "Mike... I... I can't..." His voice was cut off by a shaky sob, and he felt a long spurt, maybe 5 seconds in all, soaking his shorts and pants. Michael, sensing that Luke was losing control, went to his boyfriend's side and started stroking his hair protectively. "Sshhhhh, it's okay" he crooned. When Michael came up behind him, Luke flinched, and that proved to be the last straw for his bladder. A muffled pattering sound was produced as his stream hit the carpeted floor, and he watched in horror and humiliation as the legs of his pants when from tan to dark brown in a matter of seconds. Despite the mortifying accident, the relief was undeniably blissful. Now sobbing properly, Luke didn't resist as his boyfriend pulled him into a hug, instead finding solace in the familiar scent of his hoodie. Michael stepped back, and his eyes flitted between the still-spreading stain on the carpet beneath Luke's feet and his tearful, terrified expression. "C'mon babe, let's get back to the apartment to clean up, yeah? Wouldn't want anyone here seeing you like this." After another brief hug, the two left the foyer of the building and got into Luke's car, to head home...
  19. Isn’t it strange how we are all innately shy about asking to use someone else’s bathroom? I mean we all know they have one, we all need to go regularly yet there seems to be some social taboo about asking to use someone’s smallest room for what is a necessary daily function. On the other hand that creates a few scenarios that lovers of desperation, like us, can enjoy. It also means that I fondly remember each and every time anyone has asked to use my bathroom. Here are a few of those events: My church friend. Elizabeth was a regular at my house. By regular I mean every two or three days. She wasn't working and was lonely and rather much the clingy kind of person who comes a little too often and stays longer than you might prefer. Even so it was still rare for her to ask to use the bathroom and she did live just five minutes walk away so I guess there was never really a need. She was, however, comfortable enough to regularly put the kettle on and help herself to biscuits! One afternoon though I was busy doing housework in my kitchen when I heard the doorbell. I wasn’t expecting anyone and I was sure for once it would not be Elizabeth as she was a single parent of two young kids and school was due out in about 15 minutes. I made my way through the kitchen, through the living room and out to the front door. The set up of that house was rather unusual in that the only bathroom was downstairs and right opposite the front door! As I had been washing floors etc the door was wide open to allow the floor to dry. I opened the door to find Elizabeth standing there with one hand frantic between her legs, jumping up and down, bent over, jiggling about from one foot to the other and generally looking like she had not used a bathroom in so long she was about to flood my front garden and porch! I had never in my life seen her in such a state. Despite it being absolutely obvious what she may be wanting by calling at my door I acted shocked and ignorant as she continued to try and stay calm and tell me what she wanted. She danced frantically about with one hand between her legs, quickly followed by both hands there as she said she had been visiting a friend at hospital then had to get a bus back and she had been on the bus almost half an hour so bursting for the toilet and that she was running late to pick her kids up but she was passing my house and just absolutely, urgently, so desperately HAD to find a bathroom as she needed to pee so so bad it was dribbling down her legs! Of course I stood to the side and watched as she hobbled into the toilet that she had been facing all that time and I just stood there listening as she kicked the door shut and peed for over two minutes! Of course when she came out I offered to run her in my car to get her kids as they were only 5 and 8 and I was concerned about them getting out of school with no-one there for them! She came out so relieved yet so embarrassed looking and from then on she came to visit a little less often. The salesman This was in the same house. It was number 113 and was the very last house in the street. Behind the house was a huge grass area that lead to another housing estate and there were pathways leading in several directions. While it may have been the last house in the street it was a semi-detached house on a corner with a crescent running along perpendicular to the main one we were on. The main road was at the opposite end of the street so any salesmen, postmen, or delivery drivers etc always started at the main road entrance and worked their way into the scheme. After my house you had a dead end so you would have to do an about turn to head out again. I loved the quietness of that end of the scheme and it meant I had the biggest front corner garden with a huge front drive compared to everyone else. Anyway, as I said, anyone targeting the houses for sales or religion or so forth would have been doing so for several hours before they got to my house. One evening I was sitting watching TV in my lounge when I could see two people walking down my drive. It was still just daylight and I was home alone. I was not concerned at all about opening the door back then so when the bell rang I got up and went to open the door. I knew they were salespeople of some sort but I didn’t like to be rude and guessed they had been out for a while by this time of night so at least decided I should hear them out. They had a well rehearsed speech going on between them both and what seemed like a genuine rapport. What I did notice right away though was that one of them, a young man in his twenties with neatly trimmed hair, smart suit trousers, a shirt, tie and company issue waistcoat on, seemed very distracted. He was looking around the back of my house, looking at a tree beside my porch lots and shifting about from foot to foot. I wondered if he perhaps had a rather full bladder but I was soon to find out for definite. The two of them continued on with their well worn sales pitch but this one gent was seemingly struggling more and more. He was stepping on and off my small porch like some sort of rhythmic dance and then pausing to cross his legs then start the up and down the step routine again. He then leaned on my porch and tapped his foot rhythmically up and down, all the time spouting out about double glazing or roofs or whatever he was trying to sell me. Finally after about 15 minutes their pitch came to an end and they asked if I had considered whatever it was blah blah and would I like a quote for this or that. To be honest I was far too transfixed by mr handsome who was making me very horny with his desperation dance on my doorstep and the only thing I wanted to do was delay them to see what might happen next! I am sure the site of my bathroom door opposite with the obvious door sign saying ‘bathroom’ was taunting him even more too. I couldn’t resist saying I HAD been considering those new windows, or whatever and they really were making me think that my current set up was long due a rethink. I never buy from sales people at my door but there was no harm in chatting to them just a little longer now was there? I was so turned on now. My nipples were hard and erect, my pussy lips were swollen and moist and my body was so responsive. The man in front of me was dying for a pee, he was handsome, same age as me approximately and driving me wild. Of course I knew there was only so long they would stay and then they began their closure of taking my details, address and so on. My porch had a small wall to lean on so the bursting boy was trying to write my details down leaning on this tiled area. By now he was really struggling and as he leaned slightly forwards and down he slid one hand in front of his trousers in hope the porch wall would hide him and he was clearly holding himself as he jigged and bounced his legs. His colleague was asking me the relevant questions as desperate salesboy tried holding back his bladder and writing simultaneously. I smiled as his colleague asked if he was ok. A fool could see he was on the verge of peeing himself at a young ladies doorstep while working but the desperate man just moaned back which sent shivers through me. Finally the standing still man asked his utterly desperate friend if there was any questions he had forgotten to ask me to which suddenly the young man turned and faced me, pen and paper abandoned on my tiled porch, both his hands clutching his penis for dear life, bend over and with tears behind his eyes, he looked right into my eyes and asked so politely ‘Could I possibly use your bathroom madam?’ I smiled, looked deep into his eyes and winked at him. ‘Of course, be my guest.’ And I pointed to the door in front. Now to say that man peed would be an understatement indeed! I heard every millilitre come out and the sigh of relief he expressed too. I was almost having an orgasm in my pants! He came out and thanked me and they went on their way. As they walked down my drive I heard bursting boy telling his mate how he had never had to piss like that in his life and that he had started going while writing my details down. I locked the door, drew my living room curtains and masterbated immediately lying on my couch replaying what I had just seen. I never did buy what they were selling but they are welcome back at my door anytime!
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  22. I was wondering what people did to hold in their pee. If this thread has been made before I'm sorry but I was curious. For me holding myself and crossing my legs are my best ways to avoid peeing myself.
  23. gargoyleguy

    Male Secretly leaking

    I found out I could do this just the other day. Where I'll let a tiny bit of pee out into my pants, just enough to make a damp spot on my underwear, and enjoy that soggy feeling for hours. You have to be careful though, or else it will spread to your pants and make a suspicious dark spot. I was wondering if anyone else does this too?
  24. FilthyPhoenix

    female How NOT to Omo?

    Since my fetish is primarily derived from watching others pee, I didn't think that personal omo would be a turn on for me, (although the feeling of a full bladder is pretty good.) but with the whole house to myself for a few days, I decided to experiment a bit. TL;DR: Maybe I could have done things differently, but otherwise, my opinion is unchanged. Full Story: The first night, I got the sudden urge to try peeing somewhere other than the toilet. I chose the bath tub because it would be easier to clean so I went up to the bathroom, stood over the drain, unzipped, and tried to force it out but all I could get was a drop. I tried getting a drink of water from the kitchen to see if that was the issue, but still couldn't get any. I tried stepping outside, even still no luck. I gave up that night. Second night, I held off the urge to try again until I had a fuller bladder. When I felt it was time, I tried letting out a few spurts in the toilet before going back for the tub. Still took a few seconds, but I managed to get it all out this time. I sprayed down the tub and moved on. Now for the big one: Tonight I tried wetting my underwear. Started out about the same way the first night did with the sudden urge, thinking maybe I'll enjoy, but as you've already been told by the TL;DR... For convience sake, I stripped down to my boxers and put the rest of my clothes aside with a fresh pair of underwear for afterwards, and went to the bathroom. The process I ended up going through was somewhat of a mix of the first two nights: Get water from the kitchen, go back and try to spurt in the toilet, move back to finish in the tub, but with my underwear up. There was already a small leak as a minor side effect of watching too much omo and at first it only got a tiny bit larger as I tried different ways to force out a full stream. By this point, I stepped out and turned on the sink (in hindisght, it might have been easier to turn on the bath) to see if the sound could stimulate my muscles. Made a bit more progress this time, but still no stream. By the time I forced my bladder to empty itself, my underwear was already soaked, and by this point I had already decided that this wasn't for me. I sprayed down the tub, washed my feet, and dipped my boxers in the shower head before I put them in the laundry basket. Just thought that you guys might find this one intresting. I'm sure that there's a lot of other things that I could have done to make tonight's experiment go smoother (namely a fuller bladder), but either way, I didn't really enjoy the warm and sticky feeling of the whole thing. I think I'll just stick to watching others do it.
  25. I went swimming recently and did my usual 1 and a half hour swim. I had a vague need to pee at the start but I ignored it. I think partly because I couldn't be bothered to deal with it, partly because the lanes were busy and didn't want to pee in the pool and have someone realise and also, really, because I wanted to have some fun with it. I love the desperate walk to the bathroom and the orgasmic feeling of finally making it to the bathroom, with perhaps a few spurts lost along the way. About 20 minutes before the end of my swim, my need to urinate seemed to spike. Perhaps it's because I was getting tired or maybe because I knew I was nearing the end. I found myself occasionally stopping at the end of a lap to squeeze my legs together and keep everything in order so I could carry on. I didn't want to hold my crotch because I didn't want to be too obvious about it and also I was wary of another imminent problem if too much touching was going to happen, a problem that would certainly be difficult to hide when getting out of the pool especially the way my shorts end up clinging to me. I got to my last 8 lengths and I was getting a bit worried that I'd actually end up wetting myself in the pool and I wouldn't get to have any fun with the predicament I found myself in. After one more length, I simply had no choice but to give my crotch a quick squeeze. I felt a jet of pee escape and I knew I had to get back to the other end and cut my swim short or I wasn't going to get to have that amazing feeling of release in the toilet. I got to the other end and gave myself one final squeeze to ease the pressure before I hurried up the steps and out of the pool. I grabbed my towel and walked out of the room in one swift motion. I say walk, but I don't think my walk was classified as such. There was certainly some squirming involved. To get to the toilets, you have to walk through another pool area and then around the changing rooms (design flaw!) As I got into the other pool area I sped up significantly, about half way around the pool I felt another jet of urine add to the already dripping wet trunks I was wearing. This was shortly followed by another and yet another as I walked into the changing rooms. At this point, I realised that I was fighting a losing battle and that I had seconds to make it all the way to the other side of the changing rooms. I began to speed walk, or speed hobble, in an attempt to get there. That was when I started to lose it. I felt another jet escape, quickly followed by another, longer jet. I shoved my hand into my crotch and massaged, trying to stop the flow. It worked temporarily but I knew there was no way I would make it into the toilets, the urine was already dripping down my leg. I saw a few shower cubicles about 5 metres in front of me and saw my opportunity. I ran. Just as I got to the door, I completely lost it. I felt my pee spraying out of my crotch as I fumbled with the door and the drawstrings of my shorts, all the while, I had a suspiciously large puddle forming under me as I had members of the public walking past me, making me all the more frantic. I somehow managed to get in to the shower cubicle. I slammed the door shut and ripped my shorts open, I managed to get myself out just as my stream began to ease and taper off. An unintentional but totally unavoidable wetting! Thank goodness I was in swimming trunks!