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  1. In my 13th writing, the omo-loving protagonist deliberately seeks out new ways to enjoy her kink. In this case, she tries incorporating a bike ride into her fun. Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; loves self-induced wettings and wettings caused by Yuta pulling the strings. Yuta [M] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; loves to help in decision-making. _______ It was a warm spring day, and plenty of people were outdoors. Some mowed lawns, some were driving with their windows down, and some were taking neighborhood strolls. All around trees, bushes and plants were sprouting buds and blooming flowers. There was a pleasant breeze, and very few clouds in the sky. It was a perfect day. Mali took note of this. A couple of weeks ago, she had one of the biggest thrills of her life, when she was pushed around by her boyfriend Yuta all day being restricted from using any bathroom while in public, and nearly getting caught wetting right in front of someone else. Ever since then, she's been seeking more thrills, and this nice weather has given her an opportunity. "I'm going to bike around desperate!" she says enthused. "What? How? Unless you want to be seen by people, how are you gonna do that? It's broad daylight outside." Yuta responds. "Well, if I wait long enough, it'll be dark out with no one around. So, I'll drink a lot and then when I feel an urge, I'll head out into the neighborhood and come back just in time to make it." She smirks at the thought. "You know damn well that you won't be making it back dry, knowing how your bladder works. You know that right?" he laughs. She laughs back as an answer "I'll be going in leggings and a sports bra so no one will suspect a thing if they see me. Plus it makes wetting in them feel a little more lewd. It's closer to mimicking the feeling of being nude rather than clothed, you know?" "I'm all for it." "Great! In that case, I'll get to drinking, kicking my bladder into gear, and prepping for tonight!" And so she began, filling glass after glass with water and using the bathroom often. Whenever she felt any light pressure, she made her way to the toilet. Soon enough, that urge came sooner and sooner after each use, and around 8 PM, the sun had finally set. Mali took this as a queue. She used the bathroom for the final time, and brewed herself some tea. As soon as she finished the mug, she felt the same urge, and felt her switches slowly turning on. She got changed, sporting sneakers, a gray and pink patterned pair of leggings, and a matching sports bra. She continued drinking water. While this was happening, Yuta, who knew of how close Mali likes to push her bladder, set up a row of towels leading from their front door to the bathroom at the end of the hall. He figured they would come in handy when she arrived back. It neared 10 PM, and Mali's legs were restless. She fidgeted as she sat in bed with Yuta, scrolling on their phones. It was about time. She sighed. "I think it's time I head out." She got up and rubbed her knees together. She leaned forward to minimize any pressure. On a desperation scale, she felt like she was at a 7/10. "I don't have panties on by the way..." Both her heart and Yuta's skipped a beat, his eyes gazing trying to get a peak of his love. "And, one more thing while I have your attention." She turned her back to him and spread her legs out a shoulder-width wide, set her hands on them, and arched forward. She let out a small moan - *pssst* A dark spot immediately formed on her leggings, with a couple of stray drops making their way down the back of her thighs. She controlled her breathing, and turned to look at him. "See you when I get back~" she said, smiling and winking as she headed for the door. Yuta sat there in awe. I love her. I'm so happy I have her...! he thought to himself. She shut the door behind her, and carefully walked over to her bike. Her tire pressure was all set to go, and the coast was clear. She hiked her leg over, sat down, and immediately felt pressure on her bladder. She could hardly adjust her back, and couldn't open up her legs without taking her foot off a pedal. She then turned and started pedaling. To her dismay, each time a leg swung up, her bladder was pushed inward from that side. The constant oscillation back and forth spelled danger, but at the same time, she was quite turned on by this discomfort. She made her way, passing block by block, feeling urge after urge. Inevitably, about 3 minutes in, she felt a tingle and momentarily stopped pedaling to prevent leakage. The mixture of cardio and self-control made her breathe heavy. The speed she went and the breeze created by it highlighted her already wet groin, it feeling colder than the surrounding warm air. "I'm feeling....so much." she whispered to herself. "People could be looking at me through dark windows....and I would never know..." She continued onward. She had to alleviate her urges and keep her legs still more frequently. As her desperation grew worse, so did the impact of each leg rising and falling as she pedaled. She had only ventured away from her house until this point. I better turn back soon, or things will get bad quick. Just as she thought this, a wave of desperation washed over her. Oh no, oh god...! *dribble, dribble, psssssss* She drifted along, clenching her pelvic muscles and letting out a relieving sigh. The front of her leggings shimmered, her wet spot expanded, and her seat grew damp. Yep, time to turn back! It's going to take longer now, I'll have to be more careful. Oohh, I hope no one is out right now. Although this spot was there, the only thing lighting the streets she rode on were street lamps from far above. It would take a trained observer to notice her damage for right now. She carried on. Every 20 seconds, Mali would stay still to collect herself. She didn't dare pedal too fast, in fear of leaking too much, but neither too slow, in fear of not making it. Along the way, she slowly pedaled by a street and glimpsed a woman walking her dog in her direction. Seriously? You couldn't walk earlier than 10:30?! Thankfully, they were more than 100 ft / 30 m from each other, and neither could make out any features of the other. Mali was more surprised than worried of being caught by her. Soon enough, Mali found herself halfway home. She also found herself sitting at a 9/10 in desperation. Each turn of the pedal poked at her bladder rather moderately. Fuck fuckfuckfuck this is getting serious. She decided to take a moment, and try completely stopping to keep herself in check. She was naturally nervous at the moment, and every part of her body was rather tense. When she went to break, her hands twitched and the bike came to a stop quicker than she anticipated. The momentum struck as she instinctually loosened herself up to avoid falling forward. *ppsssSHH-* Stop-! *SHHhhht* A big leak was let out, and she hunched over to see the overflow exit her leggings and completely soak her inner thighs. Her entire body was caved inward, and drops dripped from the bike seat and frame around her. Just as this happened, headlights shined from behind her. A car on the opposite side of the road headed her way from 2 blocks down. "Oh fuck! No don't see me!" Mali could feel that the back of her butt was wet and was dark near the seat. Not only that, but it was dripping and she herself was near a street lamp. Shit, I gotta move quick! She waddled with her feet on the ground forward along the sidewalk she was on, getting as far from the lamp as possible without looking suspicious. She also had to concentrate on tightening up her pelvic muscles so no more would leak. She diverted her eyes as the vehicle approached, passed, and kept going down the road past her. Her heart beat loud. She got excitement from not knowing whether or not the driver saw her in the act, as well as the rush she typically got when her desperation was nearing its peak. With her bike frame still shimmering, she pressed on the fastest she could pedal. Her lower half grew cold as her small accident dried in the wind. She was excited and determined. At last, home was in sight. Mali's whole body was growing tired, and was getting weaker by the second. As she pulled into their front lawn, she braked lightly, learning from last time. With every muscle tightened, she dropped the bike to the ground and walked over to the stairs to the front door. As she approached the staircase, she felt for her keys. Her keys.....where were her keys?! Wait....fuck...noooo~! Fuck they're inside! She messed up. Her mind anticipated that she'd be in the bathroom within the next 30 seconds. The thought already signaled a reaction from her bladder, which was now ready to release. A jolt bent her knees inward and forced her hands between her legs - *dribble dribble dribble dribble...* A leak flowed through her fingertips and back between her legs. In a hurried fashion, she glanced both ways down the road for peering eyes and made her way around their house to their fenced backyard. Her mind was racing. Pee made its way down her calves and into her socks at a rate quicker than she thought it was leaking. Go go go go go go....no one can watch me wet myself! ...Well, one man can! Yuta was in bed watching a TV show when from the right of the clear sliding door on the other end of the bedroom came Mali, carrying a trail behind her. She forcibly cut off as much leaking as she could to a steady dripping, and in one moment dropped her leggings to her ankles and leaned ass-first to the door with her legs still crossed. *PRRRRRRRRRSHHHHHHH* Yuta got a full display view of Mali letting loose on the glass pane of the door. She acted like a power washer for 30 whole seconds as she emptied all of her bladder's contents, frozen in ecstasy and letting out the largest sigh of relief the whole night. She finished, and pulled up her leggings, which were completely soaked on the back side from the residual splashing she just endured. She came through the door, and Yuta ran to grab one of the hallway towels. When he came back he let her know that he heard the bike outside and knew she was at the front door for a moment. Additionally, he let her know that the front door was open. Trying to hide her embarrassment, Mali deflected, "And you're complaining when I just gave you a free show?!" ".....You're right. My bad." _____ Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed. If you'd like to see Mali and Yuta in other omo situations, please consider checking out my previous works, or leaving an idea of your own in the replies which may develop into it's own story!
  2. Once upon a time, I was young, dumb, and incredibly horny. To preface this story, I have to give a brief rundown of my life as it was 15 years ago. It was 2007, and I'd just started summer break as a freshly young adult. At home, I'd only gotten broadband internet access for the first time two years prior - and it was, as ill-advised as it may have been, totally unsupervised. Up until this point, the internet access I'd had was limited and never private; mostly accessing computers during lunch break at school, or jumping on dial-up for a few hours at my grandmother's place once or twice every couple of weeks and doing a mad dash to get everything I wanted done on an agonizingly slow connection. Back then, my fetishes had just been weird, off-beat fixations I'd indulged on my own without realizing what they actually were. I'd always thought myself weird for liking them and figured I was mostly alone in putting myself through tormenting my bladder, and even then I'd only known them as something sexually gratifying for a few recent years as well. But at this point in time, with unfettered access to the internet, a few friends, an unhinged sex drive, and a lot of spare time, I undertook what was probably the greatest omorashi-driven adventure I've ever embarked on: For a full summer break, two months in length, I didn't pee in the same place twice. This is non-fictional and is an experience I've wanted to jot down before my memory of it changes (any more than it already has, anyway) for quite a while, but I've never had the time or wherewithal to do it. Through a series of convoluted events even I don't really remember, my newfound access to the internet had led me from an anime forum, to an IRC server, to IRC servers at large, and finally to the FurNet IRC community, where I'd found a home that was willing to accept my sheltered and slightly awkward mannerisms. Meanwhile elsewhere, I'd discovered Patches' Place, Peeople, the Peesearch Community, and other Web 1.0 era iconic watersports websites, but had struggled to find places where the content centered around desperation and holding it in - I've always and still do greatly prefer full bladders over anything else pee related and to say my early experiences online were slim pickings was a drastic understatement. I'd spent a lot of time scraping over these websites for desperate stories and images, and what made the FurNet IRC unique was it was my first place I could freely talk about my specific exploits and interests with at least a few other like minded individuals. Like a spring wound up way too tight tight, finding freedom and relief my first partners in omorashi sent me flying at a velocity only a late teenager could achieve into kink adventures. And this brings us to my main story today. I'd just finished telling a story about how I'd not peed all day in the watersports channel, something rather run of the mill for me and nothing really new; and was talking about summer break and having no plans, when someone jokingly replied with, "You should hold it in all summer :7" Needless to say, the human physiology, even for idiots like me that put off the bathroom for extended periods far beyond what's recommended, two months of just not peeing isn't within the realm of possibility, but it did set the hormones in me bubbling in just the right way to get me chatting about fantasies and ideas for something quite extended in length, if a little bit more... realistic. Someone I'd been pretty closely involved with, to the degree we'd both made each other pee our pants several times by then, floated the idea that maybe since I couldn't just bottle it up all summer, I should limit where and how often I drained the tank. We got into a query (the IRC version of DMs) and teased each other around the idea for a bit until finally settling on something I was nervous about, but felt confident in committing to: Seeing if I could go the full two months without emptying my bladder in the same spot twice. The rules were pretty simple and loose: Once I'd peed, whether by having an accident, a significant enough leak to leave pee on the ground, or just going normally, that spot was off-limits from spilling another drop of urine in or on for the rest of the summer break. If I needed an exception, I'd have to ask my partner for permission first by text messaging him (smartphones and mobile broadband were still in their infancy and well beyond my means at the time.) At the end of each day, I'd report in to him so he could keep score. I was a pretty active teen; my grades were poor for myriad reasons, so I had summer school at a pretty large campus to do, I lived in a pretty sprawling urban middle-class town, I had a bike and the relative freedom to go where I pleased, and I had no real obligations beyond said classes to attend to. Considering the relative freedom I had and the unbridled stupid horny thirst for adventure, I was chomping at the bit to begin, and I got permission from him to empty my bladder in my own toilet for the last time unrestricted before bed that night. – The challenge started off easy. The next day, I skipped the toilet at home and before class. I'd wanted my home toilet to stay available for as long as I could for emergencies, and all in all with my places to tinkle limited, it was to make sure I was as full as I could get before I picked a spot to empty myself. It wasn't bad until after lunch - the couple drinks I'd had to beat the summer heat and with my meal finally caught up to me. Sitting in class with a full bladder takes on a novel sense of enjoyment when you know you could ask anytime to go to the bathroom and probably be permitted... but for one reason or another, you should just keep holding it in. The bike ride to my grandmother's place took about a half hour, and our city had notoriously awful sidewalks and roads - my suspensionless cheap BMX bike afforded me no luxuries and my bladder was thoroughly shaken and frothing by the time I got there. I usually stayed at my grandmother's place until the early evening when I went home, so I wanted to save the toilets there until I was having a potty emergency as well. I was fairly sure I wasn't going to be able to hold it in until I got home, though, by this time my body was giving me the telltale signs down below that I wasn't far off before my valve would start leaking. So, I excused myself for a walk. She lived in a pretty ritzy HOA in an upper-middle class neighborhood, and about 10 minutes of funny walking later I was at the pool building. I used our community key, let myself in, slipped into the men's restroom (which was honestly a little creepy, dark, and very disused) and finally went pee in the urinal. It was a rush - it was the first time I'd broken the seal since the challenge began, and looking ahead to two more months of this, getting more and more difficult as it progressed, made me feel weak and vulnerable in an incredibly arousing and exciting way. It's a dragon of sensations I'm still chasing today. I made it home safely that evening with only a slight sense of nature's call, and checked in with my friend, who praised me deeply (and very likely started me down the road that lead to my praise kink) and eventually we wished each other good night, and I tucked into bed with an only slightly full bladder. The next day, I hit my first snag. I woke up with a definitely more than slightly full bladder. Obviously (or perhaps not so obviously - more on that later) the urine in my belly hadn't just magically evaporated at the end of the night, and was still there in the morning, joined by a healthy amount more. I was fine over breakfast and skipped over the toilet at home, but I got to school feeling rather urgent and by the end of first period I was wanting to go potty pretty decently, enough to consider going to take a leak before my next class. Our campus was large - the town I lived in had a population of 38,000 at the time and it was a suburb of one of the largest cities in California - and by my count it had over 10 easily reachable restrooms in various places around campus I could use. 10 different places I could go within a spot I'd be visiting most of the summer was a pretty lenient opportunity to avoid any emergencies, but on the other hand - this was school. I knew people here... and a lot of them knew me. Having an accident there simply wasn't an option, even for a budding exhibitionist like my younger self. My decision was made for me; while I was trying to figure it out, the bell rang, and my swollen bladder and I made our way to my world history class. I couldn't focus in class at all, and I was very, very thankful our teacher was as checked out as I was. We watched Logan's Run for most of the period - well, everyone but I did, I was focused too much on the steadily building need to lose some water weight - and of course, time dragged. I passed notes with the girl behind me, one of my school-friend-acquaintance-pals to burn time, eventually admitting I was dying to pee but didn't really want to ask to be dismissed. She found it amusing more than anything, but we didn't discuss why for obvious reasons; I just made an excuse about not wanting to interrupt the movie and have everyone’s eyes on me (which was also true.) By the end of the period, my back teeth were floating, but I made it. I had no real choice, though, I wasn't going to make it through lunch, and made a beeline for one of the restrooms further away and finally relieved myself. The bliss of finally popping the cork on my poor, swollen jug was pretty terrific, but it was hardly the most dire I'd need to piss that summer. The rest of the day was uneventful, but I was beginning to notice a trend - the earlier I caved in and went potty, the more full I'd be before bed... and the harder the next day would be. My friend and I mused about this, and his suggestion was pretty obvious - just don't pee until I get home so I'd go to bed with a relatively empty bladder. I committed to playing catch-up the next day, and went to bed, finding it a little difficult to sleep on a moderately full bladder, but managing to drift off. The third day brought with it a... different kind of problem. When I woke up, I in fact didn't need to pee. While that was a relief and set me ahead of schedule for the day and that much closer to my prescribed goal, I realized with a bit of shock and a tiny hint of humiliation that I'd wet the bed in my sleep. Or more aptly, soaked. I slept without blankets in the California heat (and mostly without clothes, thankfully) but my undies were soaked and my fitted sheet and mattress protector were waterlogged. I bundled them up to wash later, took a shower, and did my usual thing, but this stuck with my mind enough that before school I texted my partner about it. I had wet the bed a bunch up into my early teens (a growing problem, I figured) and he helpfully suggested a combination of moderate fullness and a tired bladder had spelled my doom. He said we'd talk it over that night (he worked during the day) but praised me for it, which also probably sent me down a path to a bunch of other kinks I have now, come to think about it. I had a couple other ideas in mind that could help prevent that in the future; I always showered before school so that wasn't going to be a problem, but if I was unabashedly watering my bed several times a week not only was I going to fail the challenge but my parents would catch on quick that I was doing an awful lot of laundry. The rest of the day was fine, arriving at home in the evening with only a moderately full bladder and choosing to sneak out in the backyard behind our shed to pop the cork. My partner and I discussed the morning. He offered to give me a mulligan for soaking the bed given it was very unexpected, which I graciously accepted. A few ideas were discussed. The first was diapers. I didn't have anything full size or enthusiast to use, still being freshly and adult and living at my folks' place; but I had about a pack and a half of Goodnites: a youth pull-up style overnight incontinence garment, from several years ago when I was still struggling with bedwetting that I'd never tossed out. They seemed a simple enough, if embarrassing solution... if I could still fit into them. I chimed in that it felt like I'd be failing the challenge, going in one spot repeatedly, even if it was involuntary. He countered that I couldn't really help it given the nature of the challenge - my bladder was definitely being tested, and going to bed with a dangerously full bladder was definitely in my future as opportunities to pee began to run dry. That revelation awoke the beast inside and I was rather markedly horny as we came up with ideas and he teased me about it, until finally we produced a practical but exceedingly lewd solution - we'd count the bedwetting issue as unavoidable and one of the sole exceptions to the peeing in one place rules, provided I did two things: one, I padded up in a pull-up to avoid getting myself into trouble, and two... that I went to bed with a full enough bladder that I could convince him I was doomed to wet myself and he judged it "worth" the excuse. This was a criteria I wound up meeting probably a dozen or so times that summer... most of which towards the end. The first couple weeks of summer were fun, and easy enough to manage. The days started feeling shorter given how much I was occupied, but not enough to diminish that "endless summer" feeling of youth. Most of my more recent slow-burn omorashi adventures had a tendency to peter out because my endurance usually outlasts my partner’s, but for the most part, he was with me every step of the way and loving every minute of it. My partner was kind, gentle, encouraging, teasing, and all around very comfy to have for a challenge like this so early in my exposure to sharing kinks with others. I was also being judicious in my dispensation of pee, trying to strike a balance of going for harder or more out of the way targets to get relief first and saving the convenient and safe spots for emergencies; while still giving myself little convenient treats now and then. Once or twice, I used a school bathroom, but never the same one. I used a restroom in a shop or two on my way home from school. I dared to slink behind a tree in a quiet, shady area in a park out of view of the public. I peed down a storm drain on my way home from my grandmother’s near a cut-through. This and that, here and there, but I managed and the spots to drain my tank stayed pretty plentiful... for now. I did a good job of staying out of the public eye when I got daring, but it didn’t stop my heart racing every time - and I had a perverted sense of pride that I was marking my territory as I went. Occasional gatherings with friends started getting to be more difficult, though; it’s harder to slink off and pee when you’re in company, and just using their toilet would take away any safety net for emergencies… so I exercised some severe restraint and just held it in most of the time, even if it meant doing everything I could to keep my mind off squirming and grabbing at myself. I had a few incidents of being caught out with a bulging bladder - one because I’d had coffee with breakfast one very sleepy morning, which ballooned my bladder and made it very active before I could even finish first period; two because I really had to go but was on a dare to go straight home with it, so I took the bus and it was unkind to the immense amount of pee I was holding in; and a couple others I don’t quite recall beyond knowing I was genuinely worried about leaking. All in all, though, this was the easy part. The third week of summer had some surprises. My partner had been teasing me good-naturedly about not taking the luxury he’d given; padding up and sleeping on a full enough bladder to wet it. After a little back and forth teasing and coaxing over more wanting to do the challenge, I caved and indulged him. Or at least… I tried. A couple nights I skipped emptying my bladder like a good boy when I really should have, sleeping with a fairly full sensation in my lower tummy, padded up for the inevitable… which didn’t happen. Instead, I woke up, bursting to pee. This caused me to burn a few backup spots around my home - I’d managed to avoid the bathroom so far save for the shower, which I had urinated in while washing simply because of absence of mind when I really didn’t need it - because I doubted my ability to last even long enough to make it to school. So, one evening he finally posited a dare. I could have a "free" bathroom break in the toilet the next morning, if I agreed to indulge him by not to peeing all day, putting on a pull-up, and going to sleep on whatever I had stored in my bladder. I took the challenge. I still see that day as a kind of “break” from the original “don’t pee in one spot” challenge as a little token of appreciation to my partner, and I think he appreciated it, judging by how he reacted to what followed. I drained the tank when I woke up in the proffered manner, showered, had breakfast, and headed to class with no sense of urge at all. By lunch, I was developing a bit of a tingle, and on the way to my grandmother’s I needed to pee a fair amount. It was an incredibly hot day, and I stopped into a local dollar shop to cool off, and bought two of their one liter bottles of off-brand soda for a buck each. I gulped one down then and there, and took the other with me. By the time I needed to bike home, I was starting to squirm and cross my legs away from prying eyes; and before I left, I drank down the second liter of soda (which was an incredibly horny experience given how badly I needed to go by then.) I made it home with difficulty, but by the time I stowed my bike, did my chores, and sat down at my computer, I was dying to pee. My bladder was *full*, not in the sense that it was holding urine, but in the sense that it was more or less getting close to its maximum capacity. I’d stripped off my pants to give my abdomen room to expand, pestered my friend, and got relentlessly teased for a couple hours until it was getting close to bedtime. I padded up, did a little squirmy showing off for him by sharing some photos from my cameraphone, and tucked into bed. I couldn’t sleep. My bladder throbbed with fullness and I couldn’t take my usual sleeping position on my belly at all. I squirmed, held myself, crossed my legs, tucked my bits (when I could, anyway, arousal making this difficult for the most part,) but nothing helped at all with the burning, dire fullness in my tank. I can’t remember if I finally started to doze off or if I was awake the whole time, but I do remember vividly that finally, my body gave in, and in the still darkness, the hissing sound was so loud I was worried someone else in the house would hear. My pullup soaked, swelled, bulged, and eventually leaked helplessly as I easily overwhelmed it. I ended up with more on my bed than in the pad, which was to be expected. I saved some photos for my partner, then rolled over. I finally got to sleep almost immediately from the relief and ease, and the next morning I cleaned up, did laundry, showered, and touched base with my partner, who was elated to say the least. I shared some photos of the damage I did with a lot of shame and a little pride. Mostly, though, I was thankful for the weekend; I had the time I needed to clean up and no obligations looming to make my enjoyment of the moment rushed. My partner and I agreed that the pull-ups definitely weren't going to cut it for a bladder of my capacity, but that we'd figure it out another time. – I had made it halfway through the summer with only minor difficulty and one (plus one planned) accident. I was amazed at how well I was doing, and building confidence enough to be a little more daring. This, unfortunately, set the stage for my meeting with hubris on several occasions. I’d begun to notice more often that as I started hitting the “really gotta go” point, I was also starting to have to make second and third choices about where to get rid of my pent up pee. I could stop in this store on the way home… no, wait, I went there already. There’s a nice shady spot in the park I could squat in… I went there a couple weeks ago. It was exciting, and a few intense times during the week, I realized I didn’t have a convenient option and would have to push myself pretty deep into potty dancing territory to make it to the next spot. One ride from school I felt like I was a couple minutes from hosing down my bicycle seat (and my pants) and stopped in a shopping center, determined to find a spot to go, and realized with horror that I’d used every bathroom in the shops there. I rode the rest of the way with one hand on the handlebars, and one hand casually resting in my lap - or as casually as one can while pedaling - and tightly gripping my bits to make it to the next one. My partner deeply enjoyed my increasing frequency of desperation and continued to encourage me to be more daring, which eventually resulted in my first time genuinely having an accident in public. On my way home in the evening, I’d texted my partner to ask for an emergency break at a gas station I’d used the toilet in before, but he’d denied me encouraging me to be a “good boy” and telling me “you’ll be fine, you can make it home.” I couldn’t. I’d texted him because I’d started to dampen my underwear in tiny spurts. My bladder was bursting. There just wasn’t any room left for more pee. Pedaling my bike was loosening up my control, and I needed that control because I was achingly full - at the top of my mind was an entire extra liter of water I’d drank over the course of the day to push the envelope just a little more than I usually did, which had unfortunately resulted in a lot of urine building up in my tummy. I made it maybe another block and a half, unsure whether to pedal frantically or risk taking it slow, before finally, I spurted, stopped, spurted, and couldn’t quite stop, before finally just giving in. I coasted to a slow pace, barely managing to focus on pedaling. It was sunset, and I was wearing a dark blue pair of jeans. My thighs, butt, and crotch were all immediately hot and soaking wet, and I can remember with crystal clarity how I could faintly hear my pee tinkling onto the concrete as I went; I looked back and realized I was leaving a rather visible trail. I had a few blocks to go, and I sped up as clarity came back to me; I never rode so fast in my life. The wetness of my bottoms quickly cooled uncomfortably in the wind, and when I got home, I elected to park my bike in the side yard and go through the back door. I made my way to my room as stealthily as I could, avoiding my parents and finally shutting the door, stripping, and surveying the damage. My underwear was a lost cause and my jeans, even dark in color, were soaked midnight blue in the crotch and rear with two trails going down the legs, if I recall correctly the left was the more prominent one. I showed my partner, was praised, and slunk off to shower. This understandably took my confidence down several pegs. I knew I’d end up badly squirming several times, and even to the leaking point, but the reality of peeing my pants being very possible hadn’t sunk in until now. From this point forward, I kept a change of pants, undies, and a goodnite hidden in my backpack… just to be safe. I’d need it more than once in the coming weeks. It was beginning to feel like I was spending more time holding in my pee than being empty. Lack of ability to go at will for extended periods was starting to influence everything I did. Every time I’d drink, I was planning on where that drink would end up. Everywhere I went, I was casting inappropriate glances to think about where I could slink away to get some relief. And more and more distressingly, I was running out of bathrooms. I’d finally caved and used the toilet at home when I’d barely managed to walk in without spilling some days prior - I’d tried to hold it in at least until my partner got back, but after a half hour I was starting to leak and with my parents more busy around the house than usual, I simply couldn’t find a spot - at least not one I’d already used - that I thought would be safe long enough to drain the lake I was storing inside me. This brought with it a new sense of dread - my one safe spot was used up and I’d already done plenty of marking around (and outside) the house. A couple times out and about, being more daring in my choice of public spots meant I’d have to abort watering a tree, a fence, or a bush and put myself away as quickly as I could when I heard voices or footsteps approaching, much to the dire disagreements of my bladder (and the occasional false couple stops leaving me a little less dry than I was previously.) A couple times I was nearly caught, and I suspected once someone knew what I was up to, but in so far as accidentally flashing someone or exposing them to me piddling like a rather over-realistic garden fountain I'd managed to stay undetected. I was deeply enjoying this change of events, however, and so was not only my partner but the entire watersports channel on FurNet. I’d gathered a small following of my adventures and people were cheering me on, which was keeping me deeply committed to making the challenge to the last day despite knowing that, at any point, I could cheat and nobody would be the wiser. It was a combination of coming this far, having people enjoying my antics and photos of near misses and accidents, and the unbridled horniness of young adulthood that kept me honest… and full of pee. A few particular days spring to mind as highlights. On one occasion, I was facing the ride home in the evening knowing that I just plain wasn’t going to make it. It was getting late in the summer break and I’d used up just about every spot I could think of by now without going too far out of the way and raising eyebrows by being home late - normally I’d either rein in my drinking or use a spot near my grandmother’s but those were growing more sparse by the day and that particular afternoon had been hot. I texted my partner, and he’d suggested that if I knew I was doomed, I might as well pad up under my clothes… technically I hadn’t peed in several spots smack dab in the middle of the sidewalks, and that’s what I believe saved me. About four or so times on the ride home, I could feel my swollen bladder contracting, and I knew if I tried to fight it I’d pop like a balloon and wind up soaked far beyond what the little pull-up could manage. Instead I leaned into it, surging a good amount into it and bottling up the rest when I could feel my control safely returning. It was enough to get me home, in the door, and into the backyard where I finally burst sitting on the lawn with at least the privacy of the fence to keep me hidden. If my folks had been looking out any of the yard-facing windows, I'd have been busted, but I was too full to care. I got up out of the puddle, brushed myself off, and made my way back to the house, still dripping. I slinked inside, cleaned up, showered, and changed, and reported the accident to the channel, who teased me plenty until bedtime. My partner had pointed out I’d watered the lawn before, but I hadn’t done it in a pull-up, so we both agreed that this wasn’t a violation of the rules. As my hopes to safely empty my bladder dried up, there’d be a lot of this bending the rules going on, but I was genuinely still trying my best to keep up the challenge. On another occasion, for some reason, I was full to the brim, but the desperation didn’t really hit. I have no idea what caused this, but it was pretty hot. Normally I’m like any other person except perhaps with an outlandish capacity - when my jug’s full, it’s maddeningly tingly and achy, and drives me to squirm, dance, cross my legs, hold myself, and generally stay mobile until I pee. But on one late summer day in particular, I was beyond full, but not feeling urgent. It was a Saturday and I was home alone, and by the afternoon I’d had plenty of soda to drink playing video games when I started to notice that leaning forward to see my screen better gave me the weak feeling at the base of my bits that told me I’d leak if I kept it up… but my bladder was comfortable. I could feel the pressure and hefty, weighty fullness; and when I took off my pants, my lower belly was bulging, but it wasn’t tingly and irritating like it usually was… I was full to capacity, but not desperate. I checked in with the channel, who pushed me to drink some more and show off how long i could hold it in, and surprisingly, I made it until early evening, my poor water balloon swelling to an impressive size before my continence finally started to waver and I left a wet spot on my undies. Since I was home alone, I slunk into the ensuite in the master bathroom and used the shower to finally empty the tank, and it took over two minutes (roughly) at a fair stream to finally empty myself out. In hindsight it was incredibly hot, but I was nervous for the rest of the day that I’d broken something until I woke up bursting to pee as usual, which was its own form of relief. For the last two weeks of summer, I got a reprieve of sorts. Summer school was over, and I had full days of freedom at home. On the upside, that meant my days would be easier to plan, the house was empty during the week, and I had a whole new slew of public bathrooms I could bike to in that part of the city if I really needed it. On the downside, my home was just about used up in terms of places to drain my tank - both yards, just about every bit of plumbing, and a couple shameful sneaky spots (like a couple potted plants) were all crossed off the list, and although during the day I could probably get somewhere new in time, at night, I was cross-legged and hopeless. More than once I’d end up at the leaking point long before bed but long after dark, and beg my partner for ideas (who, to my frantic frustration, would take his sweet time and often gate an idea for relief behind a few squirmy photos for his enjoyment.) We were down to technicalities, like cups, bottles, and eventually more inventive solutions like a plastic bag full of napkins. When we weren’t coming up with new and exciting places (and “places”) for me to finally burst into at home, I was out and about on my bike. It was fun to explore my hometown with a quite full bladder and with the express intent to find a new place to pee; downtown in particular I found quite a few forgotten nooks and crannies to mark some territory when toilets started getting rarer and rarer. Finally, the last day of summer break was upon me. I’d gathered up a group of people from the IRC into a Skype call with a webcam I’d splurged on - ritzy stuff for someone with no job in 2007! I had a bunch lined up to drink and was nursing it all down, with the call starting in the afternoon as people filed in... and my drinks filed into my bladder. I was getting pretty antsy by sundown and my partner joined, but I was also getting all sorts of comments about how fun this had been, how nice I looked, how hot it was to watch me fighting nature’s call live, and so on. I was honestly a touch overwhelmed, but there was no going back now. It was the first time I’d ever shown off on video and I was really nervous, but the four or five people were very, very kind and encouraging to me and it was more exhilarating than anything. We passed the idle time as my balloon inflated by getting to know each other - I was the youngest of the call by about 5 years, with the oldest being in their late thirties. I still look back at this point as what enabled me to be more free and social online and built me up to what I am as a netizen today. Eventually, though, as all boys who drink a lot do, I had to pee. Badly. The call had gone from just a casual chat with video, to me shifting around more frequently and adjusting myself between my legs, to crossing my legs and bouncing, and eventually having to stand up, ditch my pants, and hold myself between my legs by sundown. During all of this, I fielded a few shy requests for a few specific poses to show off, them occasionally prodding me to drink more, and a smattering of compliments on my body, my squirming, and eventually the tense groaning I was making and my bladder starting to bulge out my lower abdomen. The idea was floated and decided, around 9 PM, that I’d hold it in until midnight - mostly without my input. I severely doubted I could make it. I’d be afforded no relief until then - despite numerous empty cups and bottles littering my dresser. I’d already done that, so it would be considered going in the same place twice; and I honestly couldn’t think of where I was gonna go at midnight. My partner said he had an idea but wouldn’t reveal his hand despite messaging the others in the group and looping them in - it was going to be a surprise. By 11 PM, I was about to explode. I was abusing my crotch heavily and my bladder was bursting at the seams. I couldn't think of anything but my dire, burning, urgent need to go pee. By now I’d have decided on something, anything to go pee in or on, even if it meant sneaking out after dark to a storm drain (which I’d done one night when I was too full to sleep but hadn’t gotten my partner’s permission for special relief… it was probably the most daring thing I’d done, at about 2AM on a dark residential street.) Everyone encouraging me (and checking to make sure I was dry) kept me going and I’m sure the adrenaline helped. Agonizing minutes ticked by and near midnight I started to leak, much to the thrill of everyone in the call. I clearly remember my partner saying something along the lines of “You’re being a very good boy,” and it gave me an incredible boner visible enough that it got some comments and a very red face from me. I was whimpering, holding myself shut to stop the leaks, standing in place with my legs knotted up, and shaking from how much I just wanted to finally pull the plug and go already. It was probably the praise and body reacting to it that got me over the finish line, because as soon as the clock ticked over, I didn’t need to hear what my partner’s idea was, I was already going. Everyone in the call got a nice, clear view of me doing my best fountain impression all over my bedroom floor through my underwear. This, as it turned out, was my partner’s idea, but it mattered not, I was lost to the wind as everyone chimed in to praise me (and shout to get a towel, but it was too late for that by now.) The sound of pee pattering heavily around me was crystal clear, and I was sure the whole house could hear it at the time, though nobody came to check. I didn't care anyway, I lost track of time, and the relief was pure, white-hot euphoria. I made noises that I'm still a little ashamed of to this day, but I’d done it. With very few limited exceptions, I’d managed to spend the whole summer break without peeing in the same spot twice. I thanked everyone for their participation, they continued to heap on some horny praise, and with a little gentle, good-natured prying, I showed myself off a bit more, from some rather bold angles, before cleaning up and putting down some towels and finally crawling into bed and sleeping like a log. To this day, it’s one of the hottest and longest omorashi-based encounters I’ve ever had. I've been on the hunt for someone that can make my body sing in desperation but make me feel gently loved and encouraged ever since. I’m not sure where everyone is these days. We all grew apart as people moved off IRC. I went on to IM programs, then Skype, then Steam, and finally to Discord. I’m no longer in touch with anyone from those days, but I still remember it fondly beyond belief, and I struggle to believe it was real. I used to have some logs from the channel and queries to remember it by, and there’s a recording of the Skype webcam somewhere floating around, but I don’t have them anymore, I lost them in a hard drive crash in 2013. It’s an encounter that lives solely, for me, in my memory, and though I’ve told the story in brief to a few people, and several others know it happened without any detail, this is the first time I’ve finally chronicled what I can remember of it both so I can keep it from fading it and a new group of people can share in my memory. Life’s too busy to ever try something on such a rigid commitment for such a long time like this again, but I’m thankful that it happened more than anyone will ever know. On the off chance one of those folks from back then browses this site - get in touch! I miss you and I’d like to catch up. But even if all I ever manage to do is place this out on the internet so others can enjoy it, then that’s good enough for me. I hope you enjoyed my retelling of this distant memory from another era. It’s a little (very) long winded, but it lives on in a special place in my mind. Feel free to comment and ask whatever you like, about my experience, about me, anything! I’m trying to get myself a little more “out there” as a content creator, so getting to know folks would be lovely. Thanks for reading! 😄 - Sonador
  3. Hello everyone! This is a story that someone recently commissioned me to write, in which two male characters from the series "Yowamushi Pedal" meet up for one last bike ride before they both head off to college, those characters being Toudou and Makishima! However, during the race, one of them realizes they probably shouldn't have drunk so much before beginning! The characters in this story are 18+, and it takes place well after the events of the main anime/manga! If you enjoy the story, consider commissioning me - you can get more info about my rates and what I will/won't do by simply emailing me: [email protected] ! If you enjoy this, also consider checking out my Patreon for more kinky stories: https://www.patreon.com/kitokito1?fan_landing=true Enjoy the story! “Maki-chan!” Toudou waved confidently to Makishima as he approached, a bold, confident smile on his face. He sat on his back, leaning back a little, one hand on the handlebars and the other in the air, waving. His helmet was strapped on tight, his water bottle full and ready to go, a few bottles of Gatorade he had drunk while he waited sitting in the trash can to his side. He couldn’t believe it - Makishima actually said yes! He always felt that their high school rivalry had been the highlight of his life as a biker, and he was extremely excited to get one more race in before the two went off to college. Neither was quite sure if their paths would cross again, but that wasn’t a big deal - they’d figure something out along those lines, it didn’t need to happen right now. Makishima hopped out of the car, opening the trunk to remove his bike, which had just barely fit. He had been driven by someone else, perhaps a relative or friend, not that it matters - all that was on either of their minds were each other and the race ahead of them. He gave a nod to the driver, who soon drove away, leaving the two together at the base of the hill. It was the evening, 7 pm. The sun would begin to set soon, but hopefully, their race would end before it was gone - neither of them were interested in riding in the darkness. Makishima smiled back at Toudou, something he always struggled to do, but in Toudou’s presence, he noticed it had become a little easier. He wasn’t quite sure why, but something about that biker was special to him - special to him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. “Evening, Toudou,” he said, attempting to maintain some calm professionalism to his aura as he clicked on his helmet. Both wore their high school uniforms, something they hadn’t agreed to do necessarily, but something they had both involuntarily done - they were on the same wavelength in this way, each one knew how to make this last race special. “Come on, come on, Maki-chan! Don’t make me wait, I want to get this thing started before the sun sets!” Makishima smirked as he walked up to the bottom of the hill, a long, steep climb ahead of them. They were both climbers, bikers who specialized in hills such as this one, with specially made techniques to cover ground efficiently and quickly. “Yeah, yeah, calm down, we’ll be fine,” he said, the strands of his green hair sticking out of the bottom of his helmet blowing in the slight breeze. Jinpachi watched him staring at that hill with such confidence, thinking about how awkward he was when they first met. To them, biking was the only way they could really communicate - both had their personality quirks, but this sport brought them together. However, Jinpachi was finding it hard to focus as he looked at Makishima. The confident smirk on his face, the bold concentration in his eyes, the way his hair flowed in the breeze, all of it was so weirdly enrapturing to him. The sun was still shining, though it was nearing the horizon, and yet, the way it came through the trees lining this long street seemed to highlight his Maki-chan so perfectly. Wait, his Maki-chan? He felt himself blushing a bit - what was he thinking? This was just a race between rivals, nothing more, and yet, his heart was beginning to race more than his bike would soon be. What kind of thoughts about Makishima were hiding in his- “Toudou.” Jinpachi snapped out of it, shaking his head and blinking hard, his face being covered in an embarrassed blush. Makishima stared at him with confusion. “What’s wrong with you?” “O-oh, um, nothing,” Jinpachi said, attempting to regain his confidence. “Just, uh, the summer heat is getting to me. Better stay hydrated!” He took his water bottle out of his bike and took multiple gulps, smiling afterward, managing to cover up his embarrassment with his bravado facade. He slipped the water bottle back in and placed both hands on the handlebars, placing his left foot on the pedal. He turned his gaze to the steep climb ahead of him and steeled his resolve to succeed… and suddenly, he felt a bit of pressure on his bladder. He looked down for just a moment - maybe he had drank a little too much? But he couldn’t back out now - if he stopped to use the bathroom, it would dampen the resolve they both felt from the challenge before them. “You ready, Maki-chan?” “Ready as I’ll ever be, hairband,” he responded, leaning forward on his bike, putting his right foot on the pedal. He knew Toudou fairly well from their years of rivalry, however, their techniques were opposites in nature - he had a feeling Jinpachi wanted to prove that his way of doing it was better than Makishima’s, and he had no inclination of letting that happen. “Hey, I have an idea - how about the loser buys lunch tomorrow?” Toudou’s blush returned just a little bit, turning his head to the left enough that Makishima wouldn’t see, even though the green-haired climber’s gaze was set solely on that hill. Did he just ask him out on a date? But wasn’t this bicycle ride already sort of a date? Did he already want another one? Was he looking too far into this? Wait, did this mean- no, no, focus, focus. “Y-you’re on!” He stuttered a tad bit, but if Makishima noticed, he didn’t show it. “Let’s count down from three and we’ll start on ‘go.’” Maki licked his lips, setting his sights on the top of the hill. “Alright, let’s do this!” The two counted in unison, both leaning over their handlebars, gears set to the optimal climbing position. “Three. Two. One. Go!” Immediately, they both pounded onto their pedals and began to accelerate up the hill! It was a slow acceleration at first, leaves from the green trees around them falling with the wind onto the street, setting the scene for an incredible race. This route had multiple winding turns which would be pivotal for the riders to take the lead - this would be an intimidating route for anyone else, but these two climbers knew this street like the back of their hands; they had both been racing here from the beginning. As they got into the flow of their biking, Makishima switched his gears - it was time to get serious! His blood pumped hard through his veins, his heart racing, his legs screaming with familiar pain, sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he shouted, “Hope you like the sight of my back, cause you’re going to be staring at it this whole race! See you at the top!” He lifted his ass into the air and began to pedal much harder, and, suddenly, his aura intensified immensely. He began to tilt his bicycle back and forth, the frame getting incredibly close to the ground, back and forth, back and forth, and soon enough, he was swaying, moving rhythmically to music only he could hear, a tempo like that sounded like a spider’s legs tapping on the metal frame of his bike. Jinpachi watched in awe - he had never really admired Maki-chan’s incredible technique this way before, but it was honestly stunning. He really did look just like a peak spider. He opened his mouth involuntarily as Makishima picked up speed and quickly soared ahead, climbing that mountain like it was nothing. However, another feature of the incredible move soon stood out to Jinpachi, another feature that reminded him of a spider, something completely separate from his long, thin, graceful limbs, his beautiful, shining hair, the awkward confidence he exuded with his whole body, the incredible aura showing in his climb! It was his ass. Jinpachi raised one of his gloved hands to his face, bit into the leather, and screamed a little, using the leather to muffle it almost completely. Makishima didn’t hear a bit of it over the sound of his riding and the muffle, thank God. Jinpachi’s face was completely red - it was so amazing, how had he never noticed this before!? It was tight and big, his glutes looking like smooth cinder blocks, he was entranced, he felt jealous of that smooth leather bicycle seat. He clenched his teeth and tilted his head back, groaning - he had to focus, he had to focus! He wanted to win this. It wasn’t about the rivalry anymore - he couldn’t deny it, this was now about love! He was going to pass Makishima, leave him in the fucking dirt, and when that beautiful green-haired spider boy made it up to the top, he was going to see Jinpachi’s teeth gleaming, the sun setting behind him, cherry blossoms falling gently in the breeze, and Jinpachi was going to smile, make some snide, cocky, but still friendly remark about his victory, and then confess his love for his opponent, proving his dominance! He would speak with his bike now, speak with his mouth later, and then have a very intimate conversation with Makishima’s ass tomorrow after lunch! He set his sight back to the hill and began to focus, breathing in and out. Maki-chan was getting further away - it was time to step it up. He felt his breath flowing throughout his body, his limbs each beginning to move on their own, the natural muscle reflex he had built up through years of perfecting his technique taking over as he began to pedal with the proficiency of a master. He felt everything disappear around him except for the road, Maki-chan, and himself. Every sensation on his body intensified, the direction of the breeze, the sound of his bike and Maki’s, the smell of his own sweat, the pressure that was slowly getting worse in his bladder- He found himself interrupted, not losing the flow he was getting into. However, something was going to have to change. His bladder was pushing against him far harder than he expected; that little pressure was now becoming much bigger, and it was starting to hurt, his body was begging for him to release it. He considered for just a moment asking Makishima to pull over so he could get it out, but that wasn’t going to happen - he couldn’t interrupt their race, their date, this needed to be perfect! He would push through it! He breathed in, and breathed out, feeling himself becoming one with the bike. Slowly, all sound he made began to fade, replaced by utter silence as he achieved perfect form. This was it - this was his sleeping beauty silent technique! Makishima’s distant figure soon came closer and closer as Jinpachi caught up, the spider still making his perfect strides with no regard for the ninja approaching him from behind, and like the wind, Jinpachi suddenly flew past the spider, taking one glance at his ass, high in the sky, wiggling just as he was, using that sight as motivation to push farther as he strode past Maki-chan. He met Maki’s eyes for just a moment. Jinpachi’s gaze was full of that bold confidence, a confident, pretty smirk on his face. Makishima’s eyes showed surprise for only that one quick moment - he should’ve seen that coming. Jinpachi wasn’t so easy that he would fall behind in the beginning and stay there the whole time. Jinpachi pulled ahead, rushing past the spider, causing Makishima to sway more, pedal harder, slowly accelerating to conserve the pace he needed to climb this hill while still gaining enough speed to make Jinpachi eat his fucking ass - dust, dust, eat his dust. However, something was a little different in the ninja’s usually perfect, impeccable technique. His legs were just a little bit too spread apart, and his ass, stuck up in the air just a little off his seat, was wiggling in the most bizarre way. Suddenly, his eyes gleamed with recognition - there was no chance that was happening right before his eyes, but… was it really? He licked his lips as a blush formed across his face. Jinpachi was desperate. His bladder was full, and it was hurting him. The little imperfections were all he needed to see. He would never admit it to anyone, but Maki happened to have a fascination with the specific sight of a cute boy with a full bladder, and the loss of control over it that soon followed. This kink had prevented him from pursuing any serious relationships in his life - it was something he knew he would need to share with his partner, but such a dirty idea was frowned upon by almost everyone else who could be considered more of a “normal” person. And yet, here it was, right in front of him, the scenario he had spent hours browsing on Omorashi.net actually playing out before his very eyes. He had never thought much about Jinpachi as a potential partner, but seeing him like this, his incredible qualities became very clear. His muscles seemed to glisten in the quickly fading sunlight, his incredible confidence and cheerful, competitive nature made his heart race, not to mention the wiggle of his ass highlighted its great features. Jinpachi had always been a rival to him, but now, as his mind started to fog up with horny thoughts, combined with the pain from how he exerted himself on his bike, he was seeing him as more of a potential lover. He could already imagine the little leak beginning. He bit his lip. Maybe he should suggest they pull over and let him go? It would be the nice thing to do, right? No, no, no - Jinpachi wouldn’t want that. He’d want to keep pushing. If he needed to pull over, he’d say so. This was his main reasoning, but Makishima couldn’t deny the part of him that hoped he’d empty his bladder out while sitting on his bike. Makishima watched with lustful eyes as Jinpachi continued to ride silently, his cute ass wiggling, that apparent desperation driving the horny biker insane. He shook his head - he couldn’t let his horny thoughts distract him from his goal! He pedaled harder and swayed faster, accelerating slowly, eventually catching up to Jinpachi, ending up right next to him as they both climbed. Jinpachi turned to him as he approached, accelerating as well, both bikers keeping the same pace. The desperate biker squirmed as he rode, his cocky smile still remaining, although it was wavering a bit - his bladder was really pushing hard against him now. They had passed the halfway point by now, but he wasn’t sure if he could make it to the top like this. Nonetheless, he chose to keep the confident facade up as he turned to Makishima. “You really think you can beat me on my home turf? I always come first on this hill!” Makishima smirked, a dirty thought forming in his head. He found himself wanting to make this rivalry into something more than just that. Usually, he would keep such comments as the one he was about to make to himself, as he was far too awkward to utter them normally, but a little joke wouldn’t hurt this at all, surely. “Come first? That’s pretty selfish, hairband - I can think of a few scenarios in which I wouldn’t mind coming second.” Jinpachi’s face was covered in a blush - what the hell was that?! He had never expected Maki-chan to say something so bold, so suggestive! “M-Maki, Maki-chan, I never thought you had such a dirty mind!” Makishima felt his mouth begin to move before he could even register what he was going to say. “I have a much more dirty mind than you might think, Toudou, and it’s been quite active this whole race.” Why did he say that?! The fatigue of this intense race was clearly stopping him from thinking logically before he spoke! Jinpachi almost ran straight into a wall, barely making a turn, so dumbfounded by Maki’s brashness. He quickly came up with a response, trying to match Maki’s energy. “Don’t get too excited - I know we all call you a spider, but that doesn’t mean you should be making webs while you race!” He was, admittedly, very, very flustered by Makishima’s dirty flirting, but he was trying his best not to show it. Makishima laughed, gaining confidence as he watched Jinpachi’s face redden, his lip quivering. “Don’t worry, I won’t make any webs, but you should be careful too - it’s getting pretty obvious you’re on the verge of producing a different kind of substance down there.” “W-w-wha- I-I’m fine, I can hold it! A rider like me wouldn’t let such a thing stop him!” He could practically feel steam coming out of his ears, his face feeling extremely hot. This wasn’t how their conversations used to go - what happened to the cute and awkward Makishima? Why was he so horny all of the sudden? And why was it making Jinpachi thirsty for him!? Makishima laughed once again, moving closer to Jinpachi, putting his bike right next to his and whispering in his ear. “We’ll see about that, my little puppy.” He then accelerated extremely fast. His entire body, brain and mouth included, was now on autopilot. That last line was taken straight from the search history he cleared every night - he couldn’t believe he actually said it! Part of the reason he pulled forward was to escape any possible retort or reaction in general to such a statement, though it was mainly to hide his own reaction, or, rather, erection - his boner was unmistakable through his pants! He stuck his ass in the air and rode like his life depended on it. “A-a-w-wha-” Jinpachi stuttered, his form interrupted as he tried to process what he just heard. Did Makishima just call him his puppy!? He couldn’t even begin to register what that was supposed to mean, and he wasn’t quite sure if he was ready to accept the fact that he loved it immensely. He could feel his underwear get just a little sticky, and his bladder getting far, far more annoying - he felt like he was a water balloon being filled up way too much, on the verge of losing it. For just a moment, he lost a little control, and he felt just a little wetness on his underwear as a small bit of piss trickled out! He tensed his muscles and managed to keep it in, but it was clear that he wouldn’t make it much longer. He pedaled harder as the sun began to set ahead of him, regaining his perfect technique and soon catching up to Makishima, getting right behind him as the end suddenly came into sight! Jinpachi managed to get side by side with the spider, and the two met eyes, both filled with determination, and immediately, they both began to push harder than ever! Jinpachi became so silent not a single bit of his bike could be heard, absolutely perfect in his execution, even forcing his body to work just as he intended for it to as though he was not desperate to piss at all - he brought his legs in, resisted the urge to grab his crotch to hold it, and pushed forward! He could go when he made it to the top, it would be fine, what mattered now is that he won! Makishima pushed too, swaying as fast as he could, truly looking just like a peak spider, putting everything he could into his technique! He had to win this - he was going to leave Toudou so in shock from his defeat that he would lose control of his body, empty his bladder out into his clothes, fall down to his knees in front of Makishima, and- Maki began to yell, partially to drown out his own thoughts, mostly as a part of pushing himself that last little bit, putting more into his stride than he ever had before! Jinpachi followed his lead, also yelling, both pedaling as hard as they ever had! Finally, the two crossed the finish line, both at exactly the same time - it was a tie! They each turned their bikes sideways, screeching to a halt at the top of the hill. It was nighttime now, and it had gotten dark. Streetlamps illuminated them both in a warm, yellow glow as they both stood on their bikes, panting, sweat dripping down their faces and covering their bodies. This was the hardest either had ever biked - it was incredible what horniness could do to one’s adrenaline. Makishima undid his helmet, putting it on his handle by the strap, putting his kick stand down and throwing his leg over his bike to get off. He spoke, “Good race, Toudou, but it looks like we’re right back where we started - just another tie. We can race again this summer, if you want; I honestly had a lot of fun, I wouldn’t mind-” He looked over to Jinpachi, who was still on his bike, and was squirming quite badly, with one hand holding his crotch. Makishima immediately shut up - was it really going to happen!? He watched as Jinpachi suddenly seemed to stiffen for a moment, then sighed, removing his hand, his whole body relaxing all at once. Maki watched in shock as Toudou’s blue shorts slowly began to turn a darker shade, listening to the very, very faint trickle of urine. Jinpachi shivered in relief as that wet spot slowly grew and grew, and then, piss began to trickle right out, right onto his bike seat. It pooled on the black leather and soon began to fall onto his metal frame, pittering off, some of it bouncing onto his white socks and leaving yellow spots, most just falling onto the road. It soon increased in intensity, and eventually, it was just a waterfall. Jinpachi leaned back, covering his face in shame, more red than he had been that whole time, a puddle of piss forming below his bike. His underwear and shorts were both absolutely drenched. Some of it ran down his legs and made his socks damp, leaving streaks of wet piss on his muscled legs. It was so warm, it was almost comfortable! Eventually, it ended, the last few drops making their way out, leaving him as a wet mess at the top of the hill. “W-woah,” Makishima stuttered, face red - he couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. It was literally his dream come true - a cute boy, once his rival, now his crush, had just lost control of his bladder right in front of him, not to mention it was in a bike uniform, and on his bike, too - it was like the two worlds of Makishima’s life had collided into one incredible, dream-like scenario. Jinpachi was actually adorable - he looked like a sad puppy in his soaked clothes, and his shame just made him so much cuter! “I-I, um,” Jinpachi struggled for words. He couldn’t believe this was happening. His confidence was shattered, leaking out just as his urine had. Cherry blossoms fluttered down from the trees above them, falling to the ground, some landing in his piss puddle. The smell wasn’t too strong, since the piss was so water-diluted, but it was still there. “I- I’m, um, I, I-” Makishima walked over to Jinpachi and put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. He was still incredibly awkward, but he had a feeling that touch would help bring him out of his stupor. “Hey, man, no need to have such a piss-poor attitude. Don’t worry - you’re not the only one who just wet themselves, although mine wasn’t quite with piss.” Jinpachi looked at Makishima in the eyes, at his own little blush and his cheerful smile, and he chuckled, still blushing hard, but feeling a bit better. “Did this really turn you on that much? I never realized you were into such freaky things, spider.” “I can get quite a lot freakier, believe it or not,” Makishima said, smirking. “Come on, we should get you cleaned up - you can come back to my place, it’s just nearby. I don’t think my parents are home, so it should be fine.” Makishima walked back to his bike and hopped on it, strapping his helmet back on. Jinpachi looked in his direction, his heart still racing, and, without thinking, shouted, “Wait!” Makishima looked back with a confused gaze as Jinpachi hopped off his bike and came over to him, leaving drops of piss on the street. “I- um, I know I’m not in the best condition for this, but… Look, I, I really like you, Makishima. Ever since I first saw you and we raced, you’ve been on my mind constantly, and I, well, I- I love you.” He struggled to get out the last words - he likely would’ve chickened out if he wasn’t still a little dizzy from the biking. “Um, do you feel the same?” Makishima’s mouth opened in awe, then closed it, regaining his focus as he processed what he just heard. A warm smile spread across his face. “How’s this for an answer?” He took Jinpachi’s chin in his hand and pulled him close, kissing him right on the lips, just a small peck, closing his eyes and taking in the moment. Jinpachi tasted so sweet. Jinpachi now opened his mouth in awe as he stared at Makishima. This couldn’t be real… could it!? “Wait, you, you really feel the same way?” Makishima nodded, the same warm smile on his face. He displayed confidence and bravado on the outside, but on the inside, his heart was racing with joy. “Come on, let’s go back to my house and clean up. Maybe afterward we can… cuddle a bit, or something.” Jinpachi nodded happily, smiling, bringing the puppy image back into Makashima’s mind as he ran over to his bike and hopped on. “Let’s go! I’ll race you, last one there is little spoon!” Makashima buckled his helmet on and prepared to ride as Jinpachi did the same. “There’s the confidence I know you for!” The two began to ride, disappearing into the darkness, spending that night together and soon forming a happy relationship together, one in which Makashima was able to explore his freakier side with a partner who was able to share his tastes. However, they still spoke closest when racing each other, and they continued to trade wins on different hills, always having a great time together. Their bond, forged in sweat and blood, would not be broken by a little distance during college - the two were truly happy.
  4. Omo Alex

    PG 41

    From the album: OMO Alex

  5. After two days of holds, I decided to give my bladder a break by wetting as often as possible whenever I got the urge, for the rest of the day. It was beautiful out so I decided to go mountain biking through the woods. Going over all the roots and bumps gave my bladder quite the jostling and it was hot out, so I had made sure to hydrate beforehand. In keeping with my promise to myself , I leaked in my shorts whenever I got the chance, standing up off my seat to let the trickles run down my legs. At one point I passed a loud creek that really made my urge increase, so I parked my bike and walked down to it so I could pee through my shorts into the creek. It was down a hill so I thought I was protected from people on the trail seeing but I did almost get caught! I ended up peeing all over my shoes in my haste to stop my stream. As I got closer to my house, I passed more and more people, but I'm pretty sure none were any the wiser that my shorts and bike seat were drenched with pee, as they were dark and quick dry fabric. That was my first time wetting on a bike and I can't wait to do it again. The speed and being in the woods lends an extra amount of privacy while still being public and the bumpiness of mountain biking is delicious on a full bladder.
  6. Omo Alex

    PG 40

    From the album: OMO Alex

  7. Omo Alex

    PG 39

    From the album: OMO Alex

  8. Hello! Today I Had an "accident" on my bike. I decided to go on a long bike ride today, I decided to wear my biking shorts and shirt and the helmet. I was planning having no wettings during this ride but because today in was a humid day for where I lived, I of course brought along quite a lot of water for the ride. I had a large bottle of water on me if I got thirsty or dehydrated. I started by biking to the trail I planned to ride at and already had a few sips of water. 10 minutes into the ride I've made it to the trail and had a few more sips of my water and started my ride through the trail, I decided to take the way that would bring me back to the start. 25 minutes into the ride I've made it through about a quarter of the trail and have started to notice I had a small need to go, it didn't help when I rode by the waterfalls or small ponds. Only 3 people have passed me but it's a Wednesday most people are at work so It would most likely be safe to possibly go behind a bush if I had to. 50 minutes into the ride. About half way through and I have a urge to pee, I think I can hold it the rest of the ride but I still have another half to go. 1 Hour 20 minutes into the ride It takes around 25 to 30 minutes to get through a quarter of the ride, my need to pee is starting to become much more urgent and to my luck more bikers have came onto this trail. It's getting more hot out and I need to stay dehydrated. So I half to drink much more water increasing my need. 1Hour 50 minutes into the ride Its becoming hard to stay at a faster speed because my knees come up towards my bladder putting pressure on it, if I go too fast it puts pressure on my bladder causing me to leak. 2 hours into the ride I have arrived at the end of the trail and I am now starting to head back home but it is now rush hour the time when everyone is getting off of work and of course traffic on the streets is congested and walk lights are more slower due to cars so this would make my ride home longer than expected 2 Hours 10 minutes Into the ride Im bursting for a toilet but of course none are available, I've already leaked quite a bit but it's not super noticeable in biking shorts. I'm grabbing my wet crotch as I'm also pedaling and keeping one hand on the handle bar. I start to leak more and more as I'm waiting for a light to go and the wet spot has became noticeable on my biking shorts. The light finally turns to walk or in this case start biking across the cross walk. I'm around 5 minutes from home and I'm leaking more and more. 2 Hours 5 minutes into the ride im just about to turn the street and right as I'm about to turn into my driveway to park my bike my bladder cannot take it anymore, The explodes out of my shorts onto the driveway making a puddle on it and making my hand wet. It took me atleast a minute to empty my full bladder. It felt enjoyable being able to empty my bladder. I ran into my house took my shorts, shirts and my knickers off and went and took a shower. Hope you guys enjoyed reading my experience! -Donuts are omo
  9. I found a good comercial for a FUD and thought I might share it: 1.I'm assuming she is using a water bottle, not actually peeing. 2.My favorite part is how she runs to the tree. She must really have to go! 3.I just find this fun to watch.
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