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Hello everyone! I'm currently studying Japanese, and I would say I know it well enough to be able to translate most text that would come out of omo content. So, if you have anything you'd like to see translated, bring it here! I didn't know what to put for tags so I just threw in some things I personally like (let me know if this is incorrect usage). A few guidelines: I may sporadically be busy, so excuse me if I go inactive at random (I'll try my best though) Nothing too large. Single images and collections of a few images are preferable, and I likely won't have time to translate, like, 30 pages. Male omo, messing, and diapers do not appeal to me, but I will still translate them. Don't expect my translations to be perfect! I'm still learning after all (there might be parts I can't figure out so watch out for that). And I might as well offer some evidence that I can actually do this, so here's an sample: Source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/93491011 (がまんがまん by わたからし) Transcription: おしっこが限界の状態でM字開脚20分（手で前を押えるの禁止） ふる　ぷる Translation: While at the pee holding limit, keeping legs open in an M shape for 20 minutes (Prohibited from using hands in the front) *tremble* *tremble*

Yo I'm Blue and I make art. This is my first time ever making content like this so its kinda nervous for me to be sharing stuff like this, but hopefully y'all enjoy it. This is gonna be an Art thread of doing characters who I feel are lacking in Omo content. Not sure How much I'll be updating on here but this is just test drive to see how things go. So anyways, starting off we have some Momo Yaoyoruzu!

View File SL-561 SL-561 - Women dash to pee after watching a movie, but there is a line to the toilet. Some just barely make it and some just can't wait any longer. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 01/27/2023 Category JAV Collections  

If you haven’t ready the back story of my wife’s predicament then I highly suggest you do. As promised…Here is the video I grabbed just in time to catch the first leak and the eventual flood of her pants on a public street. Sorry for the amateur editing and for her privacy I had to take the sound out also….And YES she knows I’m posting this. And she would love to hear y’all’s feedback since she is wanting to actually start a MV page strictly offering real deal accidents and wettings. FullSizeRender.MOV

So here is a fun thing to do as we go into the new year. This is for those of us who experience for real bedwetting incidents, AKA we are true bedwetters. I love all my OMO friends but please let's keep this post for those of us who for real still deal with accidental bedwetting. So we are day one as of this post into 2023..... Question is, who is still dry, who has wet the bed in the new year? Ways to post: 1. Post that you have not wet the bed (for real) yet in 2023. You can post as often as you want, but upon your first wet night of 2023 you need to post the next day that you are no longer dry in 2023. Or 2. Upon your first for real wet night of 2023 you need to post the next day (or indicate the relative date of your wetting if past the actually date after) that you are no longer dry in 2023. Let's see who wets first and who stays dry the longest in 2023. (AGAIN LETS KEEP THIS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO STILL EXPERIENCE BEDWETTING. YOU DRY BED PEOPLE CAN GO ALL YEAR AND NOT HAVE A GENUINE BEDWETTING ACCIDNET.... DON'T BRAG NOW 😆)

I’m a fan fiction writer and I want to draw but I have no idea what to do so send suggestions! What are your favorite tropes and why? What are your favorite poses? What is something new I could try? I need inspiration. I tagged some stuff I already like (I like more but that’s all I had room for but I’m honestly down to experiment with anything)

Here is another tale of Tom and his older lover Jill. It follows on from the three previous stories I wrote about them, although I was shocked to see how long it had been since I posted the last one (Wet weekend break). Due to circumstances I intend to write this one in chapters. They may not appear regularly but when the opportunity arises. Enjoy. Chapter 1:- A month since their last weekend together, Tom and. Jill had arranged another trip away. This time they were going to the coast, to a quiet village with lots of historic sites nearby.Tim had arranged to pick Jill up at the nearest mainline station and they would drive the remainder of the way. On the appointed day, Tom set off early and reached the big town where he was to meet Jill at the station. He had loads of time before her train arrived so he had a coffee and a wander around before returning to meet her train. Bearing in mind the predicament he had found himself in on their last weekend together he also made sure he used the toilet, as the last thing he wanted to happen was to be caught short on the journey. Jill’s train duly arrived and she stepped off the train and straight into Tom’s arms. He thought she looked more stunning than ever. Her hair had been styled to perfection and she was wearing a beautiful dress with tight body and flared skirt. Her dress enhanced her curvy figure and he felt a stirring in his groin as soon as he saw her. After a quick hug and kiss they headed for the car park. Mindful of Jill’s accident in her knickers on their previous date, Tom asked if she was ok to leave or did she need to use the ladies first. Jill replied that she was ok in that respect, but would like to get some water for the car journey, as it was warm and she was quite thirsty. They bought some water and some sweets for the journey and headed off to the car. Before long they were out of the city and driving along a busy main road . Tom explained that they would be about an hour and a half on that road before their turn off onto much narrower and twisty roads to get to their destination. By his reckoning he estimated that the whole trip would take about two and a half hours. Jill said she didn’t mind, as it was a lovely day and she was enjoying seeing the different countryside and they had lots to chat about. She sat chatting and looking at the passing landscape as she constantly sipped from her water bottle. After about an hour the traffic seemed to get heavier and then slow down noticeably. Soon they were crawling along in a long queue of cars and lorries. Tom was worried that there had been an accident and that they would be diverted onto smaller roads or held up for ages. Jill was worried too, it for another reason. She had almost finished her bottle of water already and had been intending to ask Tom to stop at the next services, as she was starting to need to pee - rather badly! End of this chapter but look out for more soon.

Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)

More than once recently I’ve been feeling full but not desperate on my way home. But from the time I enter my apartment building to the toilet is excruciating. Like potty dancing in the elevator, leaking in the hallway to my room, desperately gripping my crotch as I’ve opened the apartment door, etc. I’ve had an accident more than once on my way between the apartment door and my bathroom (which is about as far from the apartment door as is possible). I’ve decided that I need to work on this before I have an accident in the elevator or hallway. My strategy is that I’m not going to let myself go to the toilet until it’s been at least 15 minutes since I got home. Depending on how desperate I was before entering my building. Im using today as an example. I was maybe 3/10 before entering my building. So I shouldn’t need to go for at least another 30 minutes and not desperate for at least another 45. But I had some really heavy leaking in my apartment. It ran all the way down my leg. So im not letting myself pee for another 45 minutes so my bladder stops thinking that getting home means relief. I also had a glass of water to compensate for my leaks. That way my body doesn’t really feel relief from the leaks. im open to any suggestions on this

I smoke weed recreationally, as many do. But lately on the weekends I've been getting crossfaded, just to have a little fun when high. I've personally found being crossfaded helps me feel more like I'm having an "real" accident (it is always intentional though hehe). I was pretty high when I started, and I had put on a pair of too tight flannel pajama shorts that I set aside during the holidays to have fun with. Knowing myself, I wanted to make it harder when I eventually did go, triple knotting and twisting the tie strings every which way. Once I was drunk, I honestly had forgotten I had done this to myself lol. I got lost in time/tracking how much I drank as I played Genshin Impact, as I am trying really hard to get to the newer maps in the game. But it is way too easy to not pay attention to time when doing that. I had consumed three (weak) vodka sodas and some water over about an hour. The vodka sodas were just too easy to drink and since I have a high alcohol tolerance sometimes it's difficult to "feel" drunk. I started to really feel like I was bursting pretty suddenly about 50 minutes in, I was easily at an 8. I was squirming and trying not to hold myself or rub myself through the pajama shorts but failing for a bit. I know it's bad when being horny doesn't help my desperation or makes it worse. It got so bad I had to exit the game since I couldn't concentrate. I was really starting to struggle a few minutes after this. My pelvic floor was clenching and unclenching and making me bounce in my seat, and I had let out a few leaks which while minor, were making my need much worse. I stood up, at that point not feeling the alcohol at all, and tried to start to hobble towards the bathroom when it felt like the room was spinning, the alcohol hitting me all at once it felt. There was another spurt in my shorts as I power walked straight to the bathroom across the hallway. In front of the toilet I had initially planned, with my creative string tying, to let out a few intentional leaks before letting go in the toilet. That definitely happened, but less intentionally. My hands could barely loosen the knot I had tied, and my pelvic floor was spasming slightly to let me know it was about to give up. But I was right in front of the toilet! I could make it. So I clenched, even if it meant a huge squirt soaking my crotch. I was also hunched over at this point, finally beginning to get the knot untied - but not before a huge gush escaped me, soaking the fabric stretched across my ass and dripping loudly into a puddle on the floor. I was a little frantic at this point - I do not live alone and being caught is my worst nightmare lol. The puddle around my feet got a little bigger as I finally got the knot untied, but even as I tried to shove the shorts down (bc they're so tight with no stretch, it was very hard to fit over my hips and thighs), I couldn't hold back another huge spurt that soaked my inner thighs and spread the puddle further around my feet. I was facing the toilet and just couldn't take it anymore - shorts around my ankles, I leaned over the toilet, helplessly pissing into the bowl while standing, hoping that I wasn't making an huge mess. There was so much piss and it was SO loud it made me nervous other people in the house would hear it, but I also couldn't care less. It felt SO good god. I forgot how amazing it feels to pee while drunk, literally top ten favorite feelings of all time. I finally collapsed onto the toilet, shaking, wet and so very horny. I was a little annoyed I had created a mess to clean up - since I hate doing it, but I didn't regret it in the slightest ❤️ I liked the feeling so much I've been writing this while tipsy and holding again. Hoping for similar results this time too hehe ~

a/n: Hi~ Here's the start of the second part of Jill's story! Selena and I enjoyed writing this just as much as the first part and we hope that you all enjoy it as well. If you want to catch up on the story, you can check it out here: New Feelings Feel free to comment if you have any ideas or if you really enjoy the story. We love hearing what people think :3 --- Chapter One: Getting Back on Track When Jill woke up, she was unsure of her surroundings. She stared up at the ceiling, her brow furrowing slightly as she tried to figure out exactly where she was. It took her a few moments longer to realize that she was in her new house. The week had gone by in a complete blur. Everything was still all very new, and it was still disorienting a week later. Jill’s things were still mostly in boxes, not quite ready to break into the process of setting everything up. She had opted to pull out a fair amount of her bedroom things and most of her kitchen supplies. Half of her bathroom still remained in boxes, but that didn’t matter so much. The things that she needed had been taken out and that was all she was worried about. Jill’s decision to move had been spur of the moment. It was a very uncharacteristic move on her part, but once the idea had settled into her brain, she had to run with it. The idea of starting somewhere fresh where she could be more herself and without judgment. A soft giggle escaped Jill’s lips at the thought – it was more like she was in a place where nobody knew the Jill that could keep her pants dry like any normal adult was meant to. No, everything would be much different where she was, a thought that was equally scary as it was exciting. With a sigh, Jill rolled over in her bed, staring at the empty wall across from her as she ruminated on her thoughts. In a weird way, she missed Alice who was several states and hundreds of miles away, but Alice was also the reason why she had moved in the first place. Well, one of them at least. As much as Jill loved and adored Alice, the woman had a tendency to make things more difficult than they needed to be. There were very few moments where Alice wasn’t constantly checking up on her and trying to convince her to try different treatments. Jill was positive that she didn’t need any of them. Speaking of treatments, Jill figured that she needed to try and find a new doctor. It made no sense for her to try and travel all the way to Georgia every so often just to see Dr. Hudson. Although, Jill supposed that it didn’t matter too much as her last appointment didn’t seem to go as well as it should have. Jill had noticed straight away that her last appointment was not going to go like any of the others. Dr. Hudson had entered the room with such a somber expression that it was impossible to think anything good of it. A deep frown crossed Dr. Hudson’s face as they sat down on the nearby chair but then disappeared just long enough to start their appointment like any other. They first discussed Jill’s vacation with their usual pleasantries before moving along to talking about her diary. The conversation naturally veered into whether or not they felt her trip was affected and how she was doing overall. After a painstaking amount of time just focusing on her accident in the airport, an event that Jill really did not want to relive, the conversation shifted once more to her appointment with the urologist. Jill didn’t even want to have to relive that moment either. She could feel a warm flush creeping up her neck at Dr. Hudson’s assurances that anyone could have had an accident on the table after having to drink so much, but it wasn’t something Jill had wanted to do. The nurse had taken care of things without even a blink of her eye, but Jill had been utterly humiliated to find herself severely misjudging her holding abilities and in her own puddle. Again. But then the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed considerably, and Dr. Hudson pulled their seat closer to Jill. They sighed, studying Jill for a moment before lifting a shoulder in a slight shrug. “The urologist wasn’t able to find anything conclusive from your appointment,” Dr. Hudson had told her. “The main thing that was gathered was that you have a small bladder, which isn’t out of the norm, and that there aren’t any other specifics. It doesn’t necessarily rule out stress, but it doesn’t appear to be stress related either. We already concluded that you didn’t suffer any major issues from your fall and that your spine appears to be fine.” Dr. Hudson gave Jill a few moments to process their statement before continuing on. “We don’t know what has caused this to happen to you, Jill, and I am deeply sorry but I don’t believe that there is much more we can do for you. For right now, we’ll continue to monitor things and see what happens. In the meantime, make sure that your insurance will cover any other expenses that might arise. To make things a little easier, I’ve added to your records that we’re classifying you as incontinent.” Looking back on it, Jill still had a strange mix of emotions. From the doctor’s tone, it made her a little scared, but after being in the comfort of her own home, she had been able to see things differently. Rather than seeing it as a bad thing, she could see it as an opportunity for her to do as she pleased. Jill supposed it was a bit of a fucked up thought, but it was one that she was going with. In a way, she blamed Alice for leading her to her decisions, but that wasn’t entirely fair. But Jill wanted a change where she didn’t feel smothered. The idea of getting up and moving had been started in Dublin and by the time she returned back to the states, she knew it was something she needed to do. Jill needed a way to just start completely fresh and leaving her old self behind became more and more appealing. While errantly browsing on Realtor.com, Jill stumbled across a beautiful home in West Ocean City, Maryland. It had far more space than she would ever need in her life, but at the price she found it, it was an absolute steal. She wasn’t sure about how people were in Maryland, but she hoped that they would also be more tolerant of her and her romantic interests. Jill craved a place that she could completely call home and where she could feel more free to be herself. The house seemed to stare at her for a few days on every device that she owned. She had opened and closed the listing on her phone at least a dozen times and kept a tab (or several) open on her laptop. Everywhere she turned, the house seemed to be there. Finally she gave in, contacted a realtor, and placed a bid. She didn’t expect for the bid to go through at all, coming in just under asking price, but a week later she received the call that changed her entire world. “Congratulations, Jill!” her realtor had practically screamed into the phone. “You got the house!” It was lucky enough that Jill was able to sell her house fairly quickly. The money from her old home was going to be going towards her new one, making the mortgage far less expensive than it would’ve been otherwise. With a U-Haul rented and far too little time, Jill managed to pack up the entirety of her life to prepare for her trip north. Alice wasn’t remotely happy by the move at all, but also understood why Jill was leaving. With a promise to stay in touch and a promise for Jill to return to Georgia for Christmas, Jill parted ways with a tearful goodbye. And so there Jill was – a few hours away from starting her first day at her new school. As the thought crossed her mind, Jill let out a sigh. Making the switch to kindergarten wasn’t a move she had wanted, but it turned out being open with her situation made getting jobs a lot harder than she thought. She had been turned down by several schools despite the teacher shortage. Their reasonings usually ranged from they weren’t hiring to outright saying that they couldn’t accommodate her and that was that. It shook Jill up a little, startled by how difficult it had been. She didn’t want to dare think of how much more complicated it was for others in far worse situations. Still, she was determined. On a whim, Jill decided to apply to a small community school that had just listed a full-time position. The school was on the smaller side, something Jill wasn’t entirely used to, and mentioned that she would have a co-teacher, but the pay and benefits were worth it. The only other downside was it was for a lower grade than Jill felt comfortable with, but with few options left, she had no choice to give it a try. The interview itself had gone surprisingly well. Conversation was easy and Jill was able to discuss what she had done in her previous classroom with ease. The principal seemed impressed with her work, but then the dreaded question finally came. “Is there anything important that we would need to know in regards to your potential employment?” the principal had asked. Jill doubted for a long moment that she should say anything. She could just say no and be done with it, but for some reason Jill felt like she had to say something. There was something about the principal’s fairly easy-going nature that made it easy, though Jill still worried. With very pink cheeks, Jill confessed her condition. The principal looked stunned for only a moment before turning thoughtful and giving Jill a gentle and understanding smile with a slight nod. “Well, Miss Bennett,” the principal said slowly, “I appreciate you being forthcoming with that information. I imagine that it can’t be easy. I’m fairly positive that we could accommodate such a thing, and otherwise I’m sure that you’re used to making do however you can.” Jill could only give a sheepish smile in response, shifting nervously as the principal looked through the papers in front of them. “Your qualifications are more than enough,” the principal continued, gesturing to the papers. “From what you’ve told me, you certainly sound like you would be a great fit in our community. The first year is obviously on a trial basis, but I see no reason to not hire you, and maybe, in the future, we could get you back to a grade that you would like to work with. For all you know, you might fall in love with teaching kindergarten. I’ve had several come through who wound up finding their calling teaching our youngest. The position is yours if you would like to have it.” Jill very happily accepted the offer, shaking the principal’s hand and positively beaming at their “congratulations.” She was practically bouncing out of the building, more than happy that things had started to turn around. Jill had a new job and her new life was well and truly on track. Walking through the hallways of a new school always reminded Jill of starting up the new school year as a child. There was something awkward about the entire situation, despite being something that she did for her job. Her backpack was slung over one shoulder, a hand gripping tightly to the strap. Everything she could possibly need was hidden within the confines of her backpack – one of those fancy “mom” diaper bags that didn’t give away what was inside. It had a steep price, but the pockets and compartments made everything worth it. The hallways were quiet as summer break was winding down, but in the next week the entire building would be filled with tiny feet and (often) very loud voices. Jill was excited to meet the children of her new community, but she was nervous, as well. Jill was finding herself starting to become a bit lost in where she was meant to be going. She had a vague idea of where she was meant to be going, and was silently relieved when she turned the corner to find the principal heading in her direction. “Ah, you made it!” they said with a jovial smile. “I was just heading back towards the office to wait for you, so I’m glad to have caught you. I’m very happy that you came a little early before the meeting so I can give you a chance to show you around. I figured you would be interested in seeing your classroom.” “Oh, yes, please,” Jill said with a smile. She more than happily followed the principal back in the opposite direction. “Now, you know the classroom is going to be a bit bare,” the principal said as they walked. “It was Natalie’s, but she decided to take her decorations with her. It used to be a classroom for our second graders, though it was originally meant for our youngest. So, with you in mind, we decided it would be best to switch out classrooms. Nathalie was more than happy to switch out rooms with no questions asked. Don’t worry, I didn’t say a word about your condition,” the principal added, seeing Jill’s slightly panicked look. “Nathalie has been wanting to change classrooms for a while, so I’m sure she’ll be thanking you the moment she sees you.” Finally they stopped at a solid wooden door with a single long window along the side. The principal took out a key, unlocked the door, and motioned for Jill to enter. Jill couldn’t complain about the room at all. It was a modest sized classroom with plenty of space and large windows along one wall. The space could easily be divided for play and for teaching with plenty more room in between. There was a small section of the room that jutted out from the wall with two doors. Jill looked at the principal in curiosity, not understanding the doors. A closet, perhaps? But then why were there two doors? “Ah, I see you’ve discovered why this room is special,” the principal said. “This classroom has a particularly special feature designed to keep any and all emergencies – for everyone – at a bare minimum.” Jill’s face immediately burned at the realization of what exactly the second room had to be. A bathroom. She couldn’t deny that it wasn’t handy, but it was embarrassing to have it all the same. Even though the bathroom wasn’t strictly just for her, there was a part of her that couldn’t help but feel like it was. “Here,” the principal said, handing Jill a set of keys. “These are for your room. I’ll give you a chance to take a look around without me here so you can imagine your space exactly how you wish. Please be careful with these and don’t lose them. Your co-teacher will have a set as well, but if one, or both, of you loses them we’ll be in a bit of a pickle. Everything will be explained at the meeting which starts in about -” the principal pulled their phone out of their pocket with a slight hum “- in about 15 minutes. When you leave here, just make a right and we’ll all meet in the staff lounge. It’s impossible to miss.” Leaving Jill on her own, she felt slightly flustered and moderately overwhelmed. Not wanting to dwell on the reality of her new life and job entirely just yet, Jill allowed herself to take a look around the room. The principal had a point – the moment they left, Jill was able to imagine the room more clearly. She had several ideas for decorating pop up in her head about how to divide things up and what she needed to track down in the building or buy. Jill mostly liked to let the classroom do its own decorating with her student’s artwork as it always added a personal touch and gave the room its own personality for the year. However, a few plants wouldn’t be amiss to try and add some color to the very white-washed room. Curious, Jill opened the two doors. The one room was definitely a supply closet, something that would be very handy. The door next to it was the bathroom. It was surprisingly spacious despite its small size. Jill grimaced at the very low toilet, but that was nothing new. A small free-standing wooden cabinet sat in the corner, the perfect little space for emergency storage as needed. She imagined it would be needed by everyone, and the top shelves were the perfect height to keep small hands from reaching into her own personal supplies. It meant that she didn’t need to carry absolutely everything on her, and that made things that much more relieving. Jill shifted from foot to foot with a slight moan at the tiny twinge in her bladder. It wasn’t strong, but it alerted her that she needed to pee. However, with a quick look at her watch, she realized that she had spent too long looking around and didn’t want to be late for her first meeting. Even though Jill felt like the principal wouldn’t mind too much if she was a minute or two late, she didn’t want to give a bad first impression to her colleagues. Heaving a heavy sigh, Jill decided to skip having a bathroom break. It wasn’t like she wasn’t wearing protection, so she would be fine, but it would have been much easier to just pee now versus later. She didn’t know how long the meeting would be, but everything would be fine, right? Not wanting to delay things further, Jill made her way out of the classroom and followed the principal’s directions to the staff room. The principal wasn’t kidding when they said she wouldn’t miss the room. The closer she made it to the room, the brighter the hallways seemed to become. It was like the paint on the walls were guiding tired teachers to one of the few places of solace within the building and it made Jill snort. The bright, almost neon, lightning bolts on the walls only made her walk a little faster towards the room. Whoever had come up with the design was a genius, Jill decided. As Jill approached, she could start to make out some of the voices of her colleagues. There was both a distinct lack of accent and an accent that seemed native to the area all at once. It made Jill realize just how much she was going to stand out with her very Georgian accent with the slight twang that she had grown up with. Most people seemed to find it endearing, but would these people feel the same? Jill’s knees nearly buckled at a stronger ache in her bladder. It came on swiftly and suddenly with a dull pain that had Jill sincerely doubting herself. She was always startled by how quickly her brain (and bladder) liked to remind her that she had to pee. Jill could nearly kick herself for misjudging her need again and considering heading back to her room to use the toilet, but she really didn’t want to be late. She bounced on her toes anxiously, looking between the door in front of her and the hallway back towards her classroom. After a long and silent debate with herself, Jill decided that if it were too bad, she would just excuse herself. First impressions were everything, after all. Jill took a moment to steel herself and slung her bag up higher on her shoulder. With a small breath, Jill entered the staff room. Just as she suspected, the whole room fell quiet when she entered. Most conversations ceased so that everyone could take curious looks at her. Jill took a moment to study her new colleague’s faces, as well, glad to see mostly warm smiles. There was a nervous look from a few, a few that were wary, and to Jill’s surprise, some that appeared to be less than enthused by her presence. But Jill wasn’t given much time to dwell on that fact as the principal stepped into the room. Jill quickly took a seat between a young man with dark hair named Joshua and a woman around her age with bright red hair who appeared to be the Natalie mentioned earlier. Before more pleasantries could be exchanged, the meeting started. The principal first went through the notes from their last meeting before summer break to verify that everyone remembered and to get Jill up to speed. Jill nodded in understanding as she tried to subtly squeeze her thighs as she crossed her legs. In typical fashion, she was cursing herself quietly for misjudging her need to pee. Normally it wouldn’t be an issue, but she didn’t want to be squirming, or even worse, holding herself during the meeting. She wanted to make a good first impression, but this meant her ability to hold the oncoming flood were extremely limited. Plus, there was the added factor that she was very aware that she was sitting in a pull up. She wasn’t yet ready to share that information with her new coworkers, and she feared moving around too much would betray her with the telltale brushed crinkling sound. It didn’t matter how soft the pull-ups were, it was still very obvious. As Jill snapped her attention back to the meeting, she noticed that the principal was looking at her with a wide smile. “Now that the opening of our meeting is over, I would like to formally introduce you to our newest teacher, Jill Bennett. I hope that you will all give her your warm welcomes. Jill, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?” The principal gestured for Jill to stand up and it took everything in her power to keep from grimacing. She hated having to introduce herself. Even worse, to her absolute horror, she had to stand up. Jill very carefully stood, hoping that the slight crossing of her legs looked to be more out of shyness than her absolute need to pee. If she didn’t, she feared that the incoming leak would lead to far worse. She was already in deep waters as it is and the end was far from being in sight. Jill took a small breath, hoping that she could muster up enough courage that would keep her voice from faltering or betraying her nerves. “Well, okay then,” Jill said with a slight laugh and an awkward wave. “I’m Jill, as you all know. I’m a fresh 28 and I moved here from Georgia for personal reasons. I needed a new start in a hopefully more open environment, and I’m very excited to start working with you all. I hope that I get a chance to get to know you all sooner rather than later, and I’m hoping for a great year for all of us.” When Jill sat back down, she winced slightly as the slight crinkle she heard before letting out a breath of relief. She had made it through introducing herself without any major incident. “Thank you very much,” the principal said, standing up and flipping through the papers in front of them. “I hope I speak for everyone when I say we’re excited to have you on board. As for the classes, Jill will be taking care of Ellie’s classes as the school board decided to let Ms. Winchester go. I believe that she’ll make a great fit and her credentials speak for themselves.” Jill felt her face start to grow warm. Whether that was from the principal’s praise or the fact she really had to pee, she wasn’t entirely sure. Jill suspected it was mostly from her need to go, but she didn’t dare let out anything to relieve the growing pressure. With her introduction out of the way, Jill was fighting to maintain a good impression and keep listening to the principal. She realized that her thoughts had wandered a bit too far when the conversation seemed to have taken an abrupt turn. “Ashley, I know Ellie is a friend of yours, but these choices were all made before the summer so there’s no need to go over them again,” the principal said sharply to a mousey brown-haired woman. The woman shot Jill a disgusted look before leaning back in her chair. “Anyway, moving along,” the principal continued, not allowing for Ashley to continue whatever protests she may have had. “The classrooms have been changed up a bit this year. Nothing drastic,” the principal stated. “Due to medical reasons, we decided to swap Natalie into Ms. Winchester’s old classroom and give Jill access to Natalie’s classroom.” “But that’s outrageous!” Ashley protested. “I worked as co-teacher with Ellie for years. Besides, has Natalie even been asked to change rooms?” “Uhm, yes, I did agree to a swap,” Natalie said slowly. “If any one of you needed the room, I would obviously have made the switch for you, as well. It’s only fair. We’re not a huge school with a ton of rooms, and I think anyone else would be willing to make things a little easier.” At this, there were soft murmurings and nods of agreement from the others. “Besides, you still have your office,” the principal added gently. “Jill will teach four days out of the week, and you’ll take over on her off day. It’s not as if you will be spending a lot of time in the room as it is.” Jill had to admit that she couldn’t stop watching what was happening in front of her with curiosity. It was clear to her that he co-teacher would be extremely difficult to work with, but she would manage. She had worked next to Mike for years, so Ashley was the least of her worries. “Jill, if it’s not obvious, you’ll be working with Ashley,” the principal said with a sigh. “She’ll take over on Wednesdays so that you can get whatever work you need to get done all completed. Or, if you’d like, you can step in for another classroom. Your weeks will be different all the time.” “That sounds good to me,” Jill replied. Not a moment later, Jill suddenly felt her bladder spasm in the middle of the explanation of events for the upcoming school year. Jill started to panic. She didn’t want to have to hold herself in front of all of her new colleagues, but squeezing her thighs proved for a completely ineffective. A short spurt or warmth suddenly shot out and Jill practically shoved her fist in her mouth as she attempted to casually rest her head on her hand. She was silently thanking everything possible that she had thought to wear some sort of protection, but something had to be done as she was terrified of leaking. Just as another spurt escaped, Jill tried to discreetly put her hand between her legs. She cleared her throat, forcing the principal to lose their train of thought as they looked at her. “Uhm, sorry,” Jill said sheepishly as everyone turned to look at her. “Is it all right if I just snuck off to the ladies room really quickly?” The principal looked at Jill in confusion for a moment and Jill nearly let out a noise of surprise as she felt another spurt leak out, this time pooling slightly in her pull up. “Yeah, of course,” the principal said with a laugh. “You don’t have to ask, just don’t run away. I know the meetings can be boring, but we need you here.” “Right, of course,” Jill said, not needing any further encouragement. She quickly scooped up her bag and dashed as quickly as she could in the direction of the nearest toilets. Unfortunately for her, the only place she could think of was her classroom as she was entirely unsure of if the staff room had a bathroom or not. Her old school didn’t, so she automatically assumed, and she wished that she didn’t. Still, Jill made her way in the direction of her classroom as quickly as possible. With each step she could feel herself peeing herself more and more. Her crotch was fully engulfed in a warm heat and she was certain that her pull up was struggling to contain her urine as Jill could feel a distinct pooling of heat. She was terrified that she would leak at any given moment, but then she finally made it to her classroom and the toilet. Jill undid her zipper with fumbling hands, but before she could get her pants and the pull up pulled down, she felt an even longer spurt leak out of her. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked down to feel a hint of wetness leaking from the groin of her pull up and spilling down her pants before she could actually sit down. She groaned, yanking everything down her legs and plopping down on the toilet only to have two small dribbles come out. She couldn’t believe that she had just peed herself at her new job. Granted no one was around to see it, but she was fully aware of what had just happened. She carefully inspected her pants after she pulled them off her body and was relieved to see that it was at least the smallest of wet spots. If she wanted, she could play it off as water spilling from the sink, but it would dry, and she could hopefully get away with it. Jill pulled a fresh pull up from her bag and got herself dressed. She shivered a bit as she pulled her pants on, the wet spots having cooled considerably in the seams of her pants where the previous pull up had leaked. With a very heavy and dizzy head, Jill returned back to the meeting, her stomach fluttering with embarrassment. The rest of the meeting went off without any further incidents and Jill was relieved that she had to have gotten away with what just happened. There was no way that no one was aware of what transpired outside of realizing that she might have some bathroom issues. However, what Jill didn’t notice on her way out of the building and back to her car, was the curious look of Natalie who had spotted the wet seams right away.

Ok listen to this mates i have four brothers and one sister we live in a house with only two bathrooms so sometimes the bathroom can be a turf war so one day my brother John was using it and I had to shit very badly and he wouldn't hurry I was struggling to hold it by holding my stomach and my arse also I was hearing John taking a shit so that made it worst for me so after awhile I start farting while still holding and then I just gave up and let it go and I had a skirt on so whoever was behind can see me shitting my panties after a few lumps I was able to get in the other bathroom and clean it up my brother is such an arsehole

This is my first time writing fiction about my personal fantasies. I am writing this story to sort of test the waters, and see if I'm any good at writing stories, coming up with plots, etc... I'm into humans with animal features (not full body fur), large bladders with ridiculously high capacities, and the rush you feel when completely and utterly desperate to empty your bladder. In real life, I'm a mechanic by hobby and enjoy driving my Audi TT on backroads and circuit tracks. I am mechanically savvy and enjoy driving fast. I also refer to my car as being female... Don't ask me why, I just do lol WARNING: This story contains abuse. It's used as a backstory for Roxy. This is in no way meant to advertise abuse, claim that it's okay, or any related situation(s). Inspiration: Ruri's Manners - Jimmy Olsen here on omo.org, Hellsing Ultimate - anime, BNA - anime, Jobless Reincarnation - anime, Fairy Tail - anime, Strike Witches (and Brave Witches) - anime. With all that out of the way, it's about time to start Part 1 of the story. Note that there's no real omorashi in the first part, it's mostly used for world building and character building. In the year 2022, many people experience attraction to animalized humans, furries, and sometimes just plain animals. How far one particular group is willing to go in terms of trust, friendship and equality will all be tested one fateful day when they meet Roxy. Damien is a tall man that lives in the city. He works on his sportscar and loves driving fast. He stands 5'11", often sporting black Dickies cargo jeans, a blue Summit Racing Equipment shirt and a white-on-gray hat with the 3RK logo on the front. He has blue eyes, brown hair parted high and swished over to the right, as well as black plastic glasses with blue accents. His car of choice is a 2004 Audi TT Roadster. The turbo charged, all-wheel-drive convertible capturing his heart after the first test drive. On this particular day, he was driving through a forest. Full of tall, healthy trees with leaves and flowers in full bloom, the forest seemed to wrap around the road perfectly. He took this opportunity to floor his convertible, quickly accelerating from the speed limit of 45mph to nearly 80mph before shifting up and flooring it again. Caught up in the rush of the moment, he continued accelerating until the wind took his hat right off his head. He came to a crawl and pulled over, walking back and forth over the same section of road many times without any luck finding his hat. Luckily, there was nobody else around and he could do this for quite some time without feeling like he looked out of place. He hadn't seen a single car since leaving the city and turning onto this road. After about an hour of searching, he was definitely feeling the need to pee. To be fair, he had been feeling it for quite some time. Only now was he no longer able to ignore it completely. Concentration was getting harder, his legs wouldn't sit still, and he kept reaching near his crotch. Finally, he walked behind some trees, pulled his dick out, and let go. His 1800ml bladder capacity meant that when he was full, he released a powerful stream for over a minute straight before finally finishing. The feeling of relief was ecstatic, and was one of many reasons he enjoyed holding himself until the point of total desperation. With his bladder taken care of, he zipped his pants back up and continued his search for his beloved hat. After another 20 minutes of searching, he saw someone walking in the woods with his hat on. He called out to them, only for them to disappear into the trees. Confused and angry at whoever took his hat, he gave chase. Running as fast as his legs could carry him, he caught several glimpses of the thief. Whoever they were, they were incredibly nimble and had ungodly amounts of stamina. They refused to run in a straight line, rather digging their bare feet into the bases of trees and springing off of the trees with incredible speed. He thought he had to be seeing things from the heat when he caught a glimpse of what looked like a tail darting around behind the hat thief. It was hard to make out, they were just so darn fast. Finally, they reached the edge of the woods and the thief transitioned to a hunched over sprint on both arms and legs before pulling away with incredible speed. Their back rose and fell, bending aggressively with each gallop. Whoever this was, it was certainly no ordinary person. Damien was out of breath, only fueled by the NEED to get his hat back and to see what exactly he was chasing. As the mysterious figure outran Damien completely, she found herself at a wooden fence. Inside were birds in what looked like large wooden cages, some sort of boar without the big teeth or long hair, and lots of grazing cows. She took this moment to catch her breath and look back, only to find that Damien was still running! His stride was sloppy, his hair no longer neatly swished over across his head, and his shirt was nearly completely covered in sweat. Taking in the image of determination being projected by her pursuer, the thief sat down in the grass and waited. As Damien closed the distance, he saw the thief was waiting and slowed to a jog while attempting to catch his breath. He only said "Look, I'm sorry if I scared you, I just want my hat back. I won it at a go-karting competition and I wear it everywhere. I'd like it bac-" Before he could say more, he was taken aback by the fact that the thief got up from a sitting position by leaning forward, putting her hands on the ground, and all at once throwing her knees back and springing up. She didn't seem out of breath at all. Her clothes were filthy, not from running away, but from being the only clothes she had. At this moment, Damien realized the thief was a girl with no extra clothes, and nowhere to go. Damien once again asked for his hat back, and was met with a confused stare. Also noticing her green speckled eyes, Damien motioned to the top of his head and then to hers, before once again asking that his hat be returned. Reaching for his hat, Damien was startled back by the sudden hissing and raising of the thief's tail. It was at this moment that he realized he had been chasing a sort of human animal. Unsure if she spoke English, Damien kneeled to the ground and extended an open hand. This time met by a confused stare from incredibly large pupils. He decided to handle this the way he would get something back from his pets. He sat down with his legs criss-crossed, tapped the ground next to him, and smiled. The mysterious girl followed suit, and inched closer to him. Seeing the opportunity, he quickly reached and took his hat back. He was too sweaty to wear it comfortably and instead simply placed it in his lap. As he took the hat, out folded a pair of fluffy ears. They stuck up like satellite dishes. The thief's pupils immediately contracting to tall, thin slivers, and then she flexed her hand and extended claws. Seeing what was happening, Damien quickly laid the hat on the ground in front of him. Once again, the thief donned the hat and hid her ears. Her pupils once again growing to gigantic proportions. After a moment, Damien decided to try to apologize. He hoped that even if this girl couldn't understand English, she might understand that he didn't mean to hurt her. He said "Sorry for startling you. You can keep the hat. It's okay." To his surprise, she answered "Why would you give me this? Everyone always takes everything from me." Taken aback by this response, Damien explains the homelessness problem in his city. Because they lack the decency that others expect, they're repeatedly taken advantage of, made fun of, and not given any respect. Forced to beg and steal, they don't project a very good image, and people don't try to see that those homeless people are people too. He explained that one of his closest friends used to be homeless. They saw someone drop their wallet while walking away from a street vendor, and instead of stealing it, returned it to the person who dropped it. That person took them in. Said person was Damien, the young man now in front of this animal girl. She seemed unable to cry, simply shaking and sniffling. Damien motioned for a hug, and after some hesitation, she took the opportunity and accepted his warm embrace. He asked that she come with him. He'd take her home, get her cleaned up, buy her clothes, and get her a proper life. He did feel the need to explain that he's never seen anyone like her before, but decided not to bring it up at the moment. Now only walking, Damien led the way back to his car. Along the way, Damien explained that he was a working man. He spent time away from home doing a job at a hospital. He asked patients what they'd like to eat, brought them their food and set their hospital tables up (picture the adjustable tables that reach over the bed, just big enough for a tray and some small personal items). He was also responsible for making sure the patients enjoyed the food, and for bringing food, drinks and supplies to the pantry every day. For the first time since they started walking together, the girl broke her silence. She asked what a tray was, why people had to be patient, and what a pantry was. Taking time to explain that a tray was a flat object that you put food and drinks on top of, that 'patients' meant people who were in the hospital and that a pantry was a small room where food and supplies were kept, he noticed the sparkle in this mysterious girls eyes. It was as if she had just realized what he was talking about. They continued their conversation as they continued walking back to the car, with Damien answering her questions and still not bringing up how incredibly odd, or rather unique, she truly was. Upon reaching the road, Damien looked for his car, but it was out of sight. He pressed the PANIC button on his keys, but nothing happened. He acted as if nothing was wrong, turned to his right, and continued walking down the road. It was a 50/50 change that he was going the right way, until he recognized several trees where their chase had started. It was moments like this where the hyper-awareness afforded to him by his Asperger's syndrome actually proved useful. He gained some pep back in his step, saying it shouldn't be far now. Looking back, his follower didn't seem tired at all. She just looked confused, and... Happy? It was hard to tell with her face in shadow, and he wasn't used to trying to read emotions from people with cat-like eyes (and ears which he couldn't see under her new hat.). Finally, his car was in view. Still sitting next to the road with the blinkers on and the top down, waiting for her owner to return. Hearing a change in her breathing, Damien looked back to see his follower completely mesmerized by the flashing hazard lights. He explained that she'd need to get in, if he was going to get her home. This was again met with confusion. "You want me to get inside that machine?" She asked. Damien explained that it was a car, made to take people from one place to another, and that everyone where he's from has at least one and they use it on a regular basis. It's just how people get around where he's from. Taking in his answer, she decided it was time to ask him his name, as she had completely forgotten it. "Damien. My name is Damien. What's your name? You never told me." Said Damien, taking the opportunity to get this girl's name before taking her home. "Nobody has every spoken to me like this, and I'm not sure I have a name. But I used to have this band around my neck. It said Roxy on it. I eventually tore it off and threw it somewhere. It reminded me of what it meant to be owned. It was the whole reason I've been living in the woods instead of inside the fence you cornered me at." She grew more anxious as she spoke, getting shaky as she mentioned that she used to belong to somebody. Before she could say anything else, she was met with kind words. "I have two pets, a dog and a cat. They don't stand up or speak like you, but I love them nonetheless. It's not uncommon for people to fall in love with their pets. There are entire communities built around dog lovers and cat lovers. In fact, the two hate each other, always fighting over whether dogs are better than cats or cats better than dogs. Keep in mind, they're not fighting in order to hurt each other, they're fighting to see which one is truly better. So far, they're still fighting and there doesn't seem to be a clear answer yet. It sounds like you weren't a loved pet, and I intend to change that. First, I need to make it clear that you are NOT my pet. You're my friend. You may look like a cat, run like a cat, have the eyes, ears and tail of a cat, but you can communicate and express your own will. I don't know how your previous owner treated you, but I don't intend to own you. I will treat you the way I treat all my friends. I know this seems weird. I'm weird, and I like helping people. Now let's get going. Travis is going to wonder why I'm not back yet if we don't get going." Roxy didn't say anything. She had a new sparkle in her eyes. She was so happy, and confused, and just went with what Damien told her to do for now. Without any words said, both Damien and Roxy knew this moment would last forever. Who would've thought that anyone would ever be kind to Roxy like this? And who would've thought that Damien would ever find such a strange and unique creature? Neither one had any answers, they just continued on with the moment that sealed their bond to each other as trusting and loyal friends. Damien walked to the drivers side of the car, opened the door, sat down, and closed the door. He asked Roxy to do the same thing on the other side. She did. Now inside the machine, she realized that her entire perspective on these car things was wrong. These weren't unstoppable machines that killed animals on the road because that's just what they did. They were a means of transportation. She took a moment to close her eyes and sink into the padded seat as this realization set in. For the first time in her life, happy tears formed. Damien did not interrupt this. A moment later, she opened her eyes, rubbed her tears away, looked over to Damien, and saw that something had a hold of him! Panic! She was so panicked! Was this why these machines killed? Was this machine now in control of Damien? Before she had answers to any of these questions, she shouted out "Look! Something's got a hold of you! Are you okay?! Should I claw through it?!" This time, it was Roxy who was met with a confused look coming from Damien. He looked down, unbuckled his seatbelt, and took it off. This time, he explained what it was for as he put it on, and said that she needed to wear one as well. This isn't the smoothest car, being low to the ground with a tendency to bounce on uneven roads, therefore it was that much more important that they both wear their seatbelts. It was for their safety. Relieved that they weren't in any danger, Roxy followed his lead and put her belt on. After helping her get the end of the belt into the buckle, Damien started the car. Again, Roxy became fixated on the strangest things. "I've never seen a machine that purrs before. Usually they just bolt by at incredible speed." It took Damien a moment to realize what she was saying, before realizing that Roxy had become fixated on the sound of the engine idling, believing it to be some sort of mechanical purring. He took this moment to explain that the sound that each car makes changes as it speeds up and slows down. "This car does not purr when it's moving. You'll see. We'll start out slow, and go from there." Taking his time getting started smoothly and getting back on the road, he looked over to Roxy. She was just so amazed! She was inside one of these machines! It was moving, and it wasn't doing anything else. It wasn't screeching, beeping or swerving. Again, she simply sat there and took in all these new feelings and realizations, only interrupted by Damien saying something. "If I were you, I'd take the hat off and put it on the floor by your feet. You don't want it blowing away, like it blew away from me before you picked it up." In one quick motion, as if feeling this was an immediate command, she took her hat off her head and placed it on the floor. In doing so, this belt thing moved with her as she leaned forward, depositing her hat on the floor. Fascinating. She thought for sure that this belt would try to choke her or something as soon as she tried to move. On the way home, Damien continued to notice that Roxy was really enjoying herself. She was fascinated by every little thing! He let this go on for a few moments. Once they were about 15 minutes away from the, Damien decided to speak up. "Hey, Roxy. I need to be honest with you. I've never seen someone with ears and a tail like you before. I would imagine that nobody else has either. I don't know how people will react when they see you. I just ask that you focus on me, and on the car if you need to. Stay positive. We'll be home soon." That being said, nobody really seemed too put off by a cat girl in a convertible. That was, until someone approached Damien and Roxy while they were stopped at an intersection. Roxy froze, she closed her eyes, expecting something, anything to happen. Instead, a voice from outside the car said "Damien, is that you? It's me, Brent! You missed the launch!" He stopped talking, seeing this cat... Person... In the passenger seat. "Damien. Who's this? And where are your ears?" Confused, Damien didn't answer. He just looked forward, saying he had to get going, as the light was green. "Great job!" Said Damien, comforting his new friend. She still seemed tense, and he didn't really know what to do about this. 20 minutes of random conversations, and they were at his driveway. He pulled in, stopped, and turned the car off. Roxy's ears shot up, moving around like satellite dishes, searching for the sound of that mechanical purring. She never found it. "We're here. This is my house. Hold on just a moment while I help you out." Once Damien helped her out of the car, he got back in, and put the roof up. Again, Roxy was in complete awe. This thing, it was closing, with Damien inside it. But he wasn't afraid, and it seemed like he wanted the machine to do this. Finally, it stopped moving. A solid CLICK was heard before Damien exited the car, stating that he was done and it was time to go inside. "Before we do, I..." Roxy tensed again as she paused, as if having a hard time saying whatever was on her mind. "... I need to use your lawn. I'll be right back." "Stop that, Roxy." Damien said with authority in his voice. "We don't do that here. I'll show you to the bathroom." This didn't click in Roxy's head. She didn't realize this bathroom was where she was supposed to relieve herself. "But I have to go so bad! How long before I can come back outside?!" "Calm down, Roxy. I'll show you to my bathroom. We do that in the bathroom here." Said Damien, realizing the miscommunication. He took her hand and led her inside. She seemed stiff. He didn't know if this was from being overwhelmed, nervous, desperate for the toilet, or maybe some combination of all of these things. After a few steps, Roxy stopped. Pulling back at his hand, she exclaimed to Damien "Please! I have to go! Let me go back outside!" The only response she got was Damien saying to follow him, and he continued leading her further into the house. He opened the bathroom door, and found that Roxy was now shaking. Looking over to her, he saw that she was bent forward, fists to her sides, breathing heavy, with desperation in her eyes. She didn't say anything. "Roxy, it's okay. Here. It's simple!" Said Damien, as he opened the toilet and explained that she'd need to sit on it before she let go. Making sure Roxy understood, he exited the bathroom to give her privacy. He heard a very powerful stream hit the floor. Then it stopped. Then another powerful stream. This repeated several times before he heard a continuous and very powerful stream hitting the water in the bowl. It lasted almost as long as his did when he relieved himself in the woods! How much was she holding?! No wonder she seemed off. With her pants wet and no idea what to do next, Roxy started crying. It was almost like she was trapped all over again! Damien knocked, and announced he was coming in before opening the door. He found a crying Roxy on the floor. Ears flopped over, tail lying flat against the puddle on the floor and completely soaked, sobbing furiously, she was a wreck. "Roxy. It's okay. There's no need to cry. I'll start a shower to get you cleaned up. C'mon, cheer up. I have some sweatpants you can wear once you're all clean, and I'm sure some of Travis' shirts will fit you. We've got a way to get you clean, and new clothes. I'll take care of the puddle. Seriously, don't worry about it. Just focus on cheering up." Damien took a moment to show Roxy how to adjust the water temperature, as well as how to squeeze the soap and shampoo out of the bottles. After instructing Roxy to undress and pull the curtain across the shower, Damien stood outside the bathroom in wait for her to tell him to come back in. He still needed to clean her puddle. "I... I pulled it across. You can... Come in now." Said a very nervous Roxy in the shower. "Okay, I'm coming in now. Make sure you keep the curtain closed." "What? Why would I open it with you right there?!" "Just making sure." With that Damien came into the bathroom and began cleaning the floor under her puddle. This was very yellow urine with a strong odor. He couldn't help but wonder if she was properly hydrated or not. And with such a beautiful young lady on the other side of the door, he had to pay attention to hide his labored breathing. He had a humongous hard on. Luckily, Roxy was so immersed in the shower that she didn't notice his arousing scents. This was completely new to her. The warm water and steam melted all her tension away, cleared her nose and throat, and relaxed her tremendously. Having finished, she turned the water off. "Damien, are you still in here?" "No. I'm outside in the hallway. If you're done, I'm going to start dinner. There's towels hanging on the walls, use those to dry off before you put your clothes on." "Okay, I will." Roxy was still interpreting the things Damien said as commands. She had to dry off before putting on clothes. It would take time for her to become comfortable around people. That being said, everything that happened today was extremely pleasant, with the exception of her accident of course. While Roxy was drying off, Damien was downstairs starting two boxes of Hamburger Helper. Stirring the meat and adding just a pinch of his favorite spices, he hoped it would help Roxy to calm down about everything that's happened. After opening the bathroom door, Roxy's nose was filled with the most interesting of smells. It smelled like cooked meat. Something was different than the pots over fire that her dad used to use. This was more subtle, no smoky smells or anything. Mixed with a separate aroma... A sort of fiery smell, but not like the outdoor fires she was used to. Did Damien use a different kind of fire when he was cooking indoors? Following her nose, it didn't take Roxy long to find the kitchen where Damien was adding the noodles. That's when she saw it. A calm blue flame, coming out of metal. A very different fire than what she was used to. No wonder it smelled so different. Wait, that it! It was a faint smell similar to those outdoor wells! Is this what those were for? Didn't matter, her mind was on whatever was in the pan. End of part 1. I'm planning a thorough desperation event in part 2. I tried mixing desperation with the ride home, but the whole desperation in the car theme didn't make much sense, as I intentionally portrayed Roxy as not understanding these car things, and how she was so deeply invested in everything that was happening at the moment. It seemed like it would ruin that if I had her start a conversation about desperation while in the car. Also, I didn't want to have to choreograph a wetting scene outside in the city, and I'm not going to make her wet inside the car.

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Share videos of people just making it to the toilet, or those who couldn't make it. Genders other than female are allowed too, just make sure to note what gender(s) are involved in the video you share. I'll start. Here's a video of a girl who barely made it. Her jeans zipper is stuck and she has a very frantic pee dance. She wets herself a bit before being able to pull down her jeans. Really hot! KiaKiiss Barely Made It.mp4

So it happened this morning i started going out to run much more lately and today i decided to broke like a record or something and started running a 5 km path in a park. Halfway through i realized i really really had to pee and decide to slow down and look for a toilet. Unfortunately for me the closest toilet was almost 2 kms away so i tried my best to walk steady. Halfway through i felt myself leaking and im pretty sure it made a wet patch on my gray yoga pants. Without much more leaks i got to toilet and i was absolutely bursting at that point when i opened the door for the toilet i started peeing full force into my leggings so i just quickly sat down and peed the rest through my pants. Ans yeah it was a tough walk back home.

Can’t wait to let y’all in on what will hopefully be some fantastic OC content. My wife has finally decided to open a MV account making some LEGIT, REAL LIFE desperation videos. She has done things for me personally but now wants to stretch her legs on going public. We will be making true amateur content that isn’t faked. She will be putting herself in situations where she has no choice but to hold until the dam breaks. The first of which is being made this weekend where she will be having a few alcoholic drinks and “breaking the seal” a few times before attempting to make the journey home about 40min away. Can’t wait to see how this turns out. We will be recording the entire journey home catching every squirm, squeeze and crotch grab until the inevitable happens. Till then…✌🏻

Does anyone know where I can find this particular video that used to be on thisvid.com. It was "upskirt thong pee". Where else can I find it?

IMG_1037.MOV Figured I may as well finally contribute. I was holding this all day and flooded my pants. Had to go so bad.

So it really happened... Last evening my husband and I went out to meet an old friend in her home. We were there for a few hours, I drank a large cup of tea and two glasses of wine. When I got up I realized for the first time I really needed to pee. But we were already putting our coats on when I realized it. So I though I'd hold it and go when we got home. The car was a little walk from the house. While walking outside in the cold I suddenly had to pee so much more. I actually wanted to go behind a bush, that's how desperate I was. But my husband reassured me and told me, get in the car, it will be better when I sit down. Maybe he felt embarrassment or unsafety if I peed behind a bush, there wasn't much cover. I objected at first, because at that point I felt I could barely hold it anymore and might wet myself any moment. Even more so since I felt my bladder was already anticipating that bush. But I reluctantly let him convince me. So we got in the car, I was in the passenger seat with my legs crossed and one hand jammed between my legs. The ride wasn't very long, maybe not even ten minutes. But then I was so frantic. Got out of the car in out driveway, standing up was too much. I leaked waiting for my husband to open the front door, I peed down my leg sprinting into the downstairs toilet, I was peeing my pants because I really really really couln't hold it anymore. On the toilet I blurted out that I got there a little bit too late. I was so nervous and there was all the excitement and the ecstatic relief from pouring like a waterfall into the toilet, I could just get these words out and then I couldn't stop giggling. Must have sounded strange. My husband did apologize for misreading my desperate need before, he said he really thought I would make it home. I told him between giggles that he shouldn't worry about it, that I'd just throw my clothes in the washer and it's no big deal. Which was true, peeing myself was naturally humiliating but maybe this wasn't even as embarrassing as dropping my pants in a city street with too little cover. I mean, other than my husband nobody saw me. But on another level this is a big deal. My sweet caring husband just ignorantly led me into having a real accident. The "couldn't hold it anymore" kind. I was beyond excited, my heart just kept racing about what had just happened. When he was out walking the dog, I washed myself in the shower and I made myself orgasm using the shower head. Just coul not resist that urge, just like I couln't hold back the pee urge a little bit earlier.

Not sure if this is the correct place to post, or if it's ok to post it at all... I am looking forward to get home from work and start filling up my bladder... 🤩 Planning some lovely hours desperation while beeing diapered. I would love to go online with a female into desperation and bladder control, or a female into holding, and bursting... Lets have a drinking-, pee- and holding challenge together. Voice chat and cam.... Send me some words if you feel for playing ❤️

Desperation in a limo View File Found this while surfing around various websites tonight. Have no idea who she is. Middle aged MILF I'm guessing, gets desperate on the way back from a party with a new guy friend in his limo. No name or watermark so I am not sure who she is. The quality is great and the rain was a nice touch, well acted compared to so many similar ones and in English which I can understand. Bonus the car is actually driving. Submitter wet501 Submitted 01/25/2022 Category Female