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  1. Hi all, I’m starting to write a light novel based on my webcomic Omo Alex. I’m temporarily pausing the comic since I’ve had very little free time with college and my job. I’m going down the light novel route since I have a lot of stories I want to tell, and I still want to draw the fun omorashi scenes. The light novel format isn’t something I’ve seen a lot of on this site, so I hope that I can make it catch on 🙂 Feel free to add feedback to this thread, this is my first time writing long format. Chapter 0: The Road To College I was never a fan of school; I was constantly made fun of for my incontinence. My bladder leakage wasn’t anything excessive, but it did often leave a visible wet patch on my groin. Most girls in my position would wear pads or incontinence underwear to absorb the urine, but I grew up in a family that was dirt poor. We didn’t have “that kind of money”; most people in my rural town didn’t have much. Everything that I had was either donated or a hand-me-down. My only solace growing up was running and biking. In retrospect, running was a form of escapism for me. However, in the moment, I simply saw it as survival. My family had no car, and our trailer was well off the main road. The only way to get places was to run or bike. After several failed attempts to get a job, I joined the cross-country team in high school to keep myself busy. At first, the bullying increased since my bladder leakage was the worst while I ran. However, after winning first place in several races, attitudes about me started to shift. I started making running friends, and a few classmates even consoled me about their own incontinence. I never considered attending college. My grades were average at best and atrocious at worst. Above all else, I didn’t have the money or the credit to get a student loan. I assumed I would graduate and work in the Cobalt mine just like my father. To my amazement, after placing well in a few national races, I received a full-ride scholarship to a college called “Omo Tech.” Other than having a Division II cross-country team, very little is publicly known about this small university. With only a bag of clothes and $23 in my wallet, I embarked on a journey to Omo Tech. My experiences at this eccentric school would forever change my life. ... Anxiety-riddled adrenaline got me through the first two days of classes. Classes were relatively easy, but the tight schedule and large campus made getting places on time challenging. To start, a five-mile forested trail separates the dorms from the academic side of campus. I enjoy running, so the morning commute never bothered me. The nail in the coffin was the five-minute break between classes. In just five minutes, you had to pack stuff and jet to another classroom which, was often in a different building. I learned very quickly that finding time to take a piss is practically impossible. On the first day of classes, I held my pee the entire eight-hour school day-- which was only possible since I forgot to pack a water bottle and was severely dehydrated. Although, I did really need to pee by the time I returned to my dorm. On the second day of classes, I desperately needed to pee by 6th period. I attempted to go to the bathroom between classes, but the line was out the door! OUT THE DOOR! There wasn’t a concert or anything inside the bathroom, lines for the restroom are apparently normal here. I turned around and went to my class immediately, but I was still late. I was swiftly slapped, spanked, and sternly told that I would need to attend weekend detention if I were late to another class. By the end of the 8th period, my panties were sopping wet, and my leggings had a noticeable stain. No no, this wasn’t just my normal incontinence “wet”, I accidentally squirted pee several times during class. In my defense, several classmates were also squirming in their chairs. Right after the class ended, I made a beeline for the bathroom and waited 20 minutes in line. I barely made it, but other’s in the line weren't so lucky. What happened on my third day of college I will never forget...
  2. Alright, so little background, I was on a bus with no internet or data and was in the mood to write but didn't have my notes for my other fics so I just decided to create a story with little editing or revisions. This story has been a small fantasy for almost 6 years but kinda filed it away until I remembered it recently. So I decided, screw it, and just wrote this. Very self-indulgent and not very realistic, but I thought some of ya'll would get a kick out of it, so here it is! If it gets some traction, I might move it up my backlog list and write a new entry sooner! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Casey stirred from an expected car nap, his head resting on the frame of the passenger's side window of his mother's sedan. With all the packing and excitement his parents were showing with Casey's move to college, he hardly got any sleep the previous night, along with the early departure for the long drive to his university. Luckily he wasn't driving, his mother was, and he's surprised he was able to fall asleep with her constant yapping about her stories at college and how she met dad… yadda yadda yadda. His nap wasn't rude or antisocial; his mom just liked to hear herself talk. Along with all the excitement, Casey spent the last night in anxiety. He wasn't the most self-assured person, especially in social situations, so he wondered how well he really would do in college. He could join a club or something but he'd be much more comfortable sticking to himself. There was another source of anxiety, however. When Casey applied, he was given a dorm much like the rest of his freshman colleagues, however, some administrator goofed up his application, and put him down as the wrong gender. He knew Casey was a fairly gender neutral name, to be fair, but this was ridiculous. He was spending thousands of dollars a semester in tuition and they couldn't get his sex right? The error was corrected a little too late; Casey was registered into a dorm building designated for females. The school was at max capacity in terms of student housing, so Casey could not be reaccomodated. As a show of good faith, the school allocated the singles room with his own private bathroom, the only other restroom being a public one split between the seven other ladies in the building. Yeah, the building was old, but it wasn't very thoughtfully planned out. Casey felt he should have been excited to have his own single with his own bathroom, knowing the college horror stories of terrible roommates and disgusting shared bathrooms. But among Casey's insecurities was one about women. He never felt comfortable around them, thinking they were constantly judging him, and naturally never had a girlfriend or even had his first kiss. Now he was surrounded by seven of them. Sheesh. The rest of the six hour trip from home was followed by another nap, before arriving at his college. It was a rather prestigious, large university with a large campus surrounded by a college town, and Casey was whisked away to an obscure corner of the campus where his dorm was, which luckily was close to a bus stop to get around campus. Casey started unpacking but was quickly met by one of his dorm-mates, a skinny girl with blonde hair and some glasses in a cute square frame. She wore a tank too and some short-shorts, which was relevant for the weather which was still warm from the summer. She excitedly introduced herself to Casey. "Hi!" Casey was caught off guard by a girl randomly approaching him, he can't recall that ever happening. "Uh, hi." Casey answered. Jeez, he could at least try to be a bit more sociable, he was going to be living with this girl, among others, for the next 9 months. The girl picked up on his awkwardness. "You don't have to be so reserved around us." She responded with a trustworthy smile. "I know it's not very traditional to have a building with a guy amongst a bunch of girls, but the lot of us weren't panning on using it as a source of tension. Despite the gender difference, we can still hang out and be friends as roommates!" Casey eased up on his defensiveness, the girl feeling very genuine in her response. "Heh, thanks. That makes me feel better, I didn't want to be treated as a creep or anything from something I couldn't control." "Oh, of course! We don't mind at all, as long as you respect our privacy and all that, but I don't think that'll be a problem since you got the best space in the house, your own bathroom and all…" she said with a bit of envy in her tone. "Oh, is there a problem with that?" Casey queried, picking up on her tone. The girl sighed. "Yeah, the seven of us sharing one toilet and shower has been quite the drag. So you're lucky you don't have to share it with us." Casey felt relieved he wouldn't have to take part in that. "Oh wow, is it really that bad?" "Yeah it is!" She started to blush. "This might be TMI, but I've almost been reduced to having to go in a bottle or a trash bin because it's occupied. That's how bad it is!" Oh damn. Now Casey felt really lucky he wouldn't have to take part in that fiasco. But he also felt kind of bad. He was only one guy using a whole bathroom, he felt like a bit of a hog. "I mean, I obviously won't be using it that much, if you ask I'll let you use it, i-if that's makes it any better." Casey blurted out, before almost immediately regretting that statement. Don't be a creep, inviting girls into your room to use your bathroom where you could listen, what are you doing?!? "You know, I might have to take you up on that offer. It gets pretty bad sometimes! I promise I'll try to stay out of your way as much as I can!" Casey breathed a sigh of relief, luckily this girl is bubbly and outgoing enough to not be offended or creeped out, it seems. "Yeah, don't worry, there's no harm in asking. I didn't catch your name, the name's Casey, by the way." "Oh! Right! My name is Jenna, let me add me to our group text, too! The group has been talking a lot about you, Casey." Jeez, does his existence as the opposite gender warrant so much attention? After sharing information Jenna returned back inside and Casey went back to unpacking, pleasantly surprised about how well the conversation went. Casey set up his room and by the time he was finished, he was exhausted from lugging his stuff up a flight of stairs to his room. While unpacking he met two other girls, one an short asian girl with black hair and red dyed tips. She gave Casey a polite wave before heading out the door, appearing to be in a hurry. The other being Sandra, his roommate next door who introduced herself after hearing the noise from Casey moving in. She was a chubby dirty-blonde haired girl that seemed a bit more reserved. Casey did acknowledge, unintentionally, her large breasts. He tried not to be creepy, but her low-cut t-shirt made it hard not to notice. It was also difficult not to be aware of her pressing need to pee. Sandra's pressing of her thighs in her leggings and slight dips and bobs as she shuffled her feet back and forth made it clear she had an urgent need to piss. After exchanging introductions she quickly excused herself to the restroom, which was right across from Casey's room. Although unfortunately for her, it appeared to be occupied. She sighed and waited for the occupant to finish powdering their nose, whoever they were. As mentioned, Casey was beat after a long day, and couldn't even bring himself to prepare the ramen noodles he brought with him, and slipped into his stiff but adequate bed, calling it a night. The next morning he was awoken by a light knock. Knock knock… "Just a few more minutes…" Casey murmured, thinking it was his mom trying to wake him up. Knock knock knock… Casey buried his head in his pillow, trying to shut out the noise. BANG BANG BANG!! The banging startled Casey awake, suddenly remembering he wasn't in his home. He shot out of bed, thinking something was wrong. A fire in the building?? He opened the door, only then realizing he removed his shorts the previous night, going to bed in his t-shirt and some rather form fitting briefs. At the door was Jenna, in nothing but a pair of skimpy panties and a bra, doubled over and hopping from foot to foot. Casey didn't think he's seen anyone so desperate for a piss in his life. "Jenna?! Is everything ok? What's with the banging?!" Casey made an attempt to cover himself, Jenna's perky cleavage presenting itself straight to Casey as she hunched over. Casey covered his lower bits partly out of shame but also to stifle an erection that was inevitable given the situation. "H-hey Casey! S-sorry to wake you up… I know it's sudden, b-but I really need to call in that favor now!" Jenna gripped her crotch intensely, squirming fiercely, fidgeting her large behind up I. The air behind her, with puppy dog eyes begging for the use of Casey's commode. "O-of course! Go right ahead!" Casey said awkwardly. Jenna didn't need a second invitation. She dashed past Casey, still hands in crotch, and sped into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door. A second followed before a tremendous stream could be heard, followed by an equally loud moan of relief. Casey was taken aghast, a half naked girl was pissing a waterfall practically next to him as he waited outside the door, tempted to take a peek out of sheer curiosity but he wouldn't dare. Even so, to call Jenna free-spirited was an understatement. After a few minutes the stream slowed to a trickle, then nothing, followed by a well needed sigh of relief, then a flush. Casey fiddled with the items in his desk, in an attempt to seem unaware or uninterested, like he wasn't listening. Jenna reappeared, looking much more relaxed. "Phew, thanks for that, Case. I guess that's what I get for downing a bunch of drinks before bed!" Casey tried to play it cool. Tried. "Oh, uh, you're welcome, it sounded like you really needed to go." "I guess you heard that huh? Yeah, it was bad, not sure if you could tell but my bladder was bulging like crazy! I don't recall ever needing to go that bad before. It felt really good too…" "W-well, if you ever need to go again, I don't mind." Whoa Casey! You're getting ahead of yourself, what are you doing?! "You know what, I think I will…~" Jenna said. Was that a bit of flirtation in her voice? "Thanks again Case, I'll see you around!" Jenna exited his room, as free as a bird. Casey was feeling hot in the face? What just happened? He felt barely awake enough to process what happened. He followed Jenna to close the door to his dorm, and looked out across the landing to see another girl waiting outside the bathroom, with dark skin and braided black hair and green eyes shining like emeralds, crossing her legs, looking right back at him, having witnessed the whole series of events. Casey turned beet red, and slammed the door out of shame and awkwardness. He slumped to the ground, trying to process what the hell just happened, his mind racing. He took a deep breath and decided to take a shower and clear his head. He glanced at the clock and saw it hadn't even been past 10am. Casey hadn't even been in his dorm for 24 hours and he'd already seen three desperate girls in his dorm, one of which was literally pissing a pressure hose just a few feet from where he stood. What has he gotten himself into? End of Part 1
  3. Talkative college girl talks about her life and has an accident in her shorts. Apparently this happens to her a lot, and she also mentions having to change her bedsheets. Couldn't upload ripped file as it was larger than the allowed file size.
  4. Chloe had always had a stoic confidence about her. The 26-year-old PHD student had excelled academically, and was beyond proud of her PHD placement at one of the UK’s top universities. Although her toned and athletic body, modest yet perky breasts, and striking red hair meant she’d never had any issues attracting plenty of male (and the occasional female) suitors, aside from the odd one-night stand to satisfy a primal urge, she found her strongest fulfilments came from her studies. Rarely wanting for a romantic partner, she was content with her modest social life. She was well liked without being popular; never aggressive, although you knew not to mess with her. If Chloe was to be summed up in a word, it would be ‘determined’. She was always willing to take on the hardest academic challenges or push through the pain barrier to smash her 5K PB. She relished the rush of achieving her end goal despite the difficulty of the challenge before her. But one mild evening in late April, Chloe did not feel that familiar excitement around her current challenge. She was consumed by an acute apprehension, one that she feared was not all that far away from sheer panic. Her heart was racing, her brow was furrowed in effort, and her knees were locked together. She hadn’t paid attention to the detailed ramblings of her Modernism lecturer at the front of the class for some time now, as her mind was preoccupied with one, solitary thought. Fuck. I really. Really. Need to pee. The feeling of a full bladder was not one that was foreign to Chloe; getting lost in late night library sessions exploring 18th century gothic literature often led her to forget about her bodily needs until they became more pressing. The difference with those situations, however, is that her study time was exactly that - hers. She was comfortable waiting until a late dash was necessary when the only person’s time she was wasting was her own; but in front of a room full of class mates, plus her wispy-haired and kind hearted senior professor? That was totally out of the question. This decision to remain seated was compounded by her fierce competitiveness; there was no way, with just 10 minutes left of the lecture, that she was going to display her weakness so obtusely. She brushed her hair out of her eyes to continue to steal glances at the old analogue clock on the wall, the metronomic ticking being the only thing she could focus on. She stared longingly at the now-empty bottle of water sat on her desk, cursing her lack of foresight. She hadn’t considered that the rising temperatures of that spring afternoon had caused her to drink more than she normally would, and she was now feeling the disastrous consequences that had on her bladder. She had no choice but to steel herself for the home stretch of this lecture. The sound of the clock became almost hypnotic. Her newfound trance-like state produced an emotional numbness, which was a pleasant relief from the very real discomfort she could feel building within her. This was only temporary though, until she was jarringly reminded of her surroundings. “Chloe, what did you make of this passage?” The sudden pressure to respond to the swathes of eyes now facing her made her jump and involuntarily squeeze her thighs together. Doing her utmost to keep her voice steady, she mumbled a vague answer about modernism and the transience of capitalist life, and was relieved to see her lecturer give a curt nod before carrying on with her monologue. She breathed an internal sigh of relief as she snatched a glance at the clock, now suddenly hyper aware of her now very desperate need. 3 minutes. I can do this. She willed to herself, ignoring the growing self-doubt she had in her own affirmation. She knew her dorm was only a short 5-minute walk across the campus. Once she was there she was home and dry. Well, she knew she’d eventually make it home, but truth be told she didn’t have 100% confidence in the latter part of her statement. Her need now had risen to well beyond the point of any of her squirmy library sessions. The bulge of her bladder was cutting into the waistband of her skirt. Her untucking of her tight buttoned shirt had done little to ease the near-unbearable pressure within her. It was almost like she could feel her urethra beginning to be filled before stoic clenching helped her regain a modicum of safety. Her hands were resting on her locked knees, often twitching to grab between her legs before the rational side of her chastised her for even suggesting such a move in public. Seeking a pragmatic solution, as she always would, she decided to make a start on packing her tote bag before the lecture finished. She made every movement as deliberate and considered as possible to avoid any unnecessary stress to her lower abdomen. This method was a success, until a wayward elbow nearly knocked her heavy anthology book off the desk. Instinctively, she lurched over to grab the dropping book, not realising the consequences this would have. A single, solitary drop of piss begin travelling down her urethra, and leaked through her tightly clenched lips, staining her red panties. Audibly gasping, Chloe had no choice but to bury her painted fingers tightly into her crotch. Along with the relief that she had suppressed that first leak and the shame that she had displayed this first act of public weakness, she was greeted with the last sensation she expected to feel in this moment—a jolt of electricity that shot up her clit. Having bowed her head and clenched her eyes shut in effort to hold onto the rogue spurt, Chloe sat in bewilderment at this sensation. Quickly snapping back to reality, she opened her eyes and hurriedly scanned to see if her first slip in composure had been noticed by anyone. Luckily, her seat at the back of the theater meant all eyes were on the lecturer, who was now concluding her talks. Her relative privacy gave her a second to compose herself. You didn’t enjoy it. You’re not turned on right now. Don’t be stupid, Chlo. You’re just…confused. Panicked and confused She struggled to pick out her internal dialogue amongst the rising levels of anxiety growing in her mind. In a time where she desperately needed her body and mind to work in unison, the novel emotional dilemma she was experiencing was the last thing she needed if she was going to make it home dry-ish. No one noticed though. You could always just- She didn’t have time to complete that thought, before another leak found its way through her weakening defenses, definitely longer that before. If the last one was considered a drop, then the athletic academic had definitely produced what could be described as a dribble this time. This required another vice-like grip to be placed on her crotch through her skirt, with Chloe now acknowledging that the time for decency had long-since gone. Her raised heart rate and shallowed breathing were more telltale signs of the internal conflict growing within her. Knowing every second spent on trying to understand these feelings was another closer to an utter loss of control, she swung her tote bag over her right shoulder, begrudgingly removed her hand from between her thighs, and steeled herself as she stood up. Hsss Fuck Time seemed to freeze as she almost doubled over from the pain, slamming her right thigh over her left as she lurched towards the ground. Chloe could hear an audible gush shoot out of her for over a second, quickly being absorbed by her now soaked panties. She could feel the liquid trickling across her aching and tiring lips, only teasing her further in her current state. I…can make it. I know I can make it. I’ve got to make it. Her mind had now settled on the single issue of making it home as fast as her tortured body could allow. Doing everything she could to not writhe in desperation, she began at crawling pace to tip toe out of the lecture hall into the mild evening air. The supposed 5-minute journey to her dorm had not factored in the measures Chloe had to take to prevent wetting herself. She dared not open her thighs more than she needed to, as it felt like the pressure placed on her pee-hole was all that separated the contents of her bladder from the concrete below. Shuffling one foot in front of the other was making for painstaking progress She would have been concerned about how she looked to an onlooker if she had the mental capacity to think of anything but the discomfort her need was causing her. Every fibre in her body was forcing her twitching hands to stay balled in fists by her sides, fighting the temptation to cup her now-twitching pussy to help her hold. She was blind in pain, panic, and…another third feeling she didn’t want to admit to herself. Trying to understand these new sensations lead to a short, but critical, lapse in concentration, as she stepped on an uneven paving slab ahead of her. She lost another spurt as she froze in place, legs crossed. She felt the first droplet slide down her thighs, and although she knew they wouldn’t be visible to a passerby, it was a sign of the inevitable to Chloe. The pressure above her crotch was now unbearable, and, despite her accommodation building being no more than 100m away, the brief moments of weakness had given her a taste of relief that was now becoming too strong to ignore. Her breathing became rapid and irregular as she could feel her heart banging in her ears, the pain now white-hot between her legs. This mature, 26-year-old academic, quivering in primal desperation, felt her legs glued to the floor. I’m not going to make it. Her locked and trembling thighs tensed as much as they could as her weary muscles began to fail. She felt a faint warmness permeate the searing pain in her bladder. Despite every internal alarm bell screaming for her to hold on, she felt her control begin to wither. Slowly, but terrifyingly surely, she felt her grip on her bodily functions loosen as piss began making its way through her urethra. This was the end. She was going to piss right then and there. She was humiliated already – she didn’t know how she was going to cope when everyone saw her, a grown woman, have an accident. Through a blur of tears that were now falling down her face, she scanned to see her how big the audience would be to her humiliation. That’s when she saw it. One makes irrational decisions when under pressure, when stressed. To Chloe actively leaking piss into her underwear in the middle of her university campus, it’s completely conceivable that some grass in the middle of a university quod could look like a toilet when the alternative is to have an accident in the middle of the path. With one, final, effort, Chloe diverted all her physical energy to leaping onto the grass, before sinking to her knees in defeat. She didn't even have to relax before her pent-up piss came exploding out of her. In her heightened sense of panic, the hissing rush that was pouring out of her tired lips, spreading over her clit, and drenching the ground below was deafening. She could physically feel the bulge on her belly deflate as she sunk her head lower into relief. Her panties were ruined, she knew that, but the relief she felt was euphoric, it was intoxicating, it was, it was.. Oh my god. I’m going to cum Orgasmic. The world around her went black as she felt her heart rate crescendo once again, the constant pressure of her piss jetting into her panties was a level of stimulation she’d never felt before. She couldn’t help but slide one heel to settle just into her crotch, gyrating her hips to maximise the sensation. In an act of horny foolishness, she took her right hand and pressed on her bladder, increasing the speed of the stream coming from between her legs into a torrent. That was too much for the teased and tired girl, as electricity exploded from her clitoris. She had to take her free left hand and cover her mouth to stop herself screaming in climactic joy. No man, woman, or toy had ever given her the bliss that she had felt in the last 30 seconds. She'd reached a climactic nirvana that opened her eyes to what a true orgasm could be, what a true orgasm should be. She couldn't help but feel disappointment as she felt her stream begin to dry down from a torrent, to a flood, to a stream, to a dribble, until, finally, her bladder was empty. Being freed of her urinary urge allowed her to snap back to a relative reality. Regaining control over her breathing, she scanned the area around her once again, expecting to be greeted with swathes of her peers jeering at her for having an accident like a little girl. To her confusion, however, life was continuing as normal. Passers-by were walking past as if nothing had happened. A snatched glance down at her waist revealed an fortunate piece of genius from her – her skirt had fallen in such a way that her stream poured directly into the grass below, hiding her accident from the outside world. She had survived what could have been the most embarrassing moment of her life, save for a soaking and sticky pair of ruined panties. Holy fuck. I just pissed myself… Scanning the area one more time and checking the puddle of evidence wasn’t too noticeable, she gingerly rose to her feet, still reeling from the earth-shattering orgasm she’d had. I Just pissed myself…and I fucking loved it. ### Hi guys 😊, Veeeery long term user of omo.org here. Always had the urge to be more active on this site, but randomly got hit with a burst of creativity over the past couple of days. The fics of self-discovery have always been a favourite of mine, and I don’t feel that they’re a genre explored often enough on this site, at least in fiction form, despite it being such a universal experience for so many of us. This ‘use of public grass space as an emergency toilet’ fantasy has been a fantasy of mine for a while too, so couldn’t think of any better topic for my first ever proper contribution to this site despite being a viewer for almost 10 years. This is the first piece of creative writing I’ve done since I left school, so please don’t hesitate to give me feedback positive or negative. If this gets enough eyes, I’d definitely consider continuing Chloe’s wet adventures into her own self-discovery. Hope you enjoy! My DM’s are always open on this site or Twitter (Michyman442), so don’t hesitate in reaching out – I’m always on the lookout for Omo friends. Happy holding, J P.S. Thank you to my ‘editor’…you know who you are 😉
  5. This is a college AU featuring Luz Noceda and Amity Blight from The Owl House. All characters are aged up to 18+ here. WARNING: There is a scene where sex is heavily implied Amity's POV: As I started to check my work for the 3rd time, I noticed a small sensation below my abdomen. I had to pee. I didn't have to go that badly though, and the exam's almost over anyways. Just 20 minutes left, that's plenty of time to check my work a few more times before handing in my paper. After spotting a few minor mistakes that would've costed me a few marks off from perfect, I'm finally satisfied with my paper after checking it over 5 times. I raise my hand to indicate that I'm ready to hand in my exam with 5 minutes left to spare. As the TA walks over, I glance over at Luz, sitting 3 rows below me to my right. She has her legs crossed and is squirming a little as she's writing the fastest I've ever seen her write before. The TA picks up my paper and tells me that I can leave now. I walk out the classroom and debate immediately going to the washroom. The exam will be over soon anyways, and I want to ask Luz to hang out at my dorm afterwards. My urge to pee increased a little, but it's still not that bad yet. I don't want to go and have her leave before I'm able to catch her. I decide to stay and wait a few minutes. A few minutes pass and students start to file out, grumbling about how difficult the exam was. I hope it didn't go too badly for Luz. Hopefully, my tutoring sessions with her this past week helped her. I see Willow and Gus walk out. "Amity!" Willow exclaimed. "How was it?" "It was a bit harder than I expected it to be, but I think I got everything." I replied. "It was a do-able exam, but it was a bit long." Gus chipped in. "It's a good thing I studied, cause that was a brutal exam." Willow replied. "AMITY!" Luz exclaimed as she walked out. I immediately got pulled into a standard Luz bear hug. Under normal circumstances, I lov- I mean like Luz's hugs. But being squeezed reminded me that I had to pee. "That exam was so hard, but I remembered the lessons you taught me and I think I managed to pass, thanks to you!" Luz exclaimed as she final let go of me. "What was the answer to the last question? The one with the Blackroot Quills and Iron Ash?" Willow queried. As Gus started to explain how the answer was dependent on the phase of the moon, I noticed that Luz was standing cross legged in our group circle. Right, she didn't get a chance to pee yet... "...And so, you gotta double down to a four-to-one ratio." Gus finished. "I didn't understand most of that, but ok..." Willow replied. We talked about the exam a little more and I noticed that Luz was squirming a bit. I mean, how could I not notice with how close she was standing next to me. "Well, I'm exhausted after that exam, so I think I'll just head home now. Bye everyone!" Willow said. Gus followed along with her leaving me alone with Luz. Perfect, now I can ask her to hang at my dorm now. "So Luz, since it's the weekend now, do you wanna hang out at my place for a while, maybe watch a movie or something?" I asked. "Sure!" Luz replied. We started to walk in the direction of my dorm, when suddenly, Luz doubled over. "Actually, could we find a bathroom before we leave this building, I need to pee. Badly." Luz stated. Oh Titan, this was something I've fantasized about a lot. Hearing about my crush telling me about how badly she needs to pee. In my fantasies, I always manage to find some way to make her hold it longer, until she no longer can't... But I know it's wrong to do that to her in real life. At least not without her consent... "Sure, I kinda need to pee myself too. I don't think there's any on this floor though so let's check the floor below." I replied. Luz nodded and followed me to the elevator. I was surprised at how openly she was holding herself as we walked into it. A hand was grabbing her crotch as she did a potty dance. Shifting her weight back and forth and squeezing her legs together. She wasn't kidding when she said she needed to go badly. As the elevator went down a level, she doubled over again and I saw her squeeze her crotch a bit harder. "Ughhh." Luz groaned in a worried tone of pained urgency. "I'm sorry Amity, this is so embarrassing." I blushed at the sight and the statement and replied, "No worries Luz, it was a long exam. We're almost there, so just hold it a little longer!" The thought of that interaction lingered in my head for a while as Luz got out of the elevator before I did. The doors almost closed on me as I got out. "Oooooooh, gotta go gotta go GOTTA GO!!" Luz chanted as she hobbled towards the bathroom. She pushed on the door, but was dismayed when it didn't open. "Nononono. Please don't tell me-" "They must've locked it for the night already" I noted. She crossed her left leg over her right, doubled over, and squeezed her crotch with both hands. "Ugh huh huhggg. What am I going to do? I have to go soooo badly!" Luz whined as she squirmed around. "My place is only 10 minutes away, do you think you can make it there?" I suggested. "I- I'm not sure" Luz responded. "I'll try I guess." I grabbed one of her hands to comfort her. "I believe in you, you can make it Luz" I said encouragingly. Luz's eyes lit up a little at my words. "Ok, I'll try my best to hold it in until we get to your place." Luz replied. We continued to hold hands as we walked towards my dorm. Something I didn't intend to do, but I was very happy that we were doing it. We were walking pretty slowly so it would probably take us closer to 15 minutes. And there were frequent stops so that she could hold herself. I felt my crotch tingle at the thought of the situation, or maybe it was the fact that I also still needed to pee, or maybe both. But now was not the time to have these thoughts. My friend is in pain and I need to help her get through this difficult situation. I subconsciously grabbed my crotch with my hand and started rubbing a little... "Oh wow, you need to go quite badly too, huh?" Luz asked. I quickly realized what she meant and removed my hand from my crotch. Blushing a little, no, a lot, I replied "NO! I mean yes, I mean yeah a little, but it's not that bad..." "It's ok Amity, I'm just glad I'm not the only one with a full bladder at the moment." Luz replied with a smile. It almost felt like she was a bit too happy when she made that statement... We continued to walk towards my dorm, when Luz suddenly stopped walking and doubled over again. "Uhhh, oooooooh" I heard her moan. "I think I leaked a little..." Luz said. My heart gave a flutter as I saw her slowly remove her hands to inspect the damage. I wasn't able to see anything since it was dark out. "It's not noticeable, we're almost at my place, just a few more minutes!" I said encouragingly. Luz hobbled a bit forward and then said "Yep, I definitely leaked. My panties feel damp." Now my panties felt a bit damp after that statement. Except I knew mine wasn't from pee. We finally made it to the lobby of my dorm. I clicked the button to call the elevator as I lived on the 3rd floor. As we waited for the elevator, Luz leaned against the wall, then doubled over and moaned, "hggmmmmmm, I have to pee so so badly!" She was tightly gripping her crotch. The elevator finally arrived and we got on. She did another potty dance in the elevator. She kept shifting her feet back and forth. Then she'd lean doubled over against the elevator wall. She'd squeeze her legs together and that entire time she'd have her hands grabbing her crotch. She repeated this dance a few times. I looked down at her crotch and I noticed a small dark patch on her pants. I could've sworn I saw it get bigger and then the elevator door opened. We continued holding hands as we walked along the hallway to my dorm. I had to slow down a lot to allow her to hobble her way there. I let go of her hand to grab my keys and she immediately used it to help her other hand in grabbing her crotch. It only took a few seconds for me to grab my keys and open the door. But the entire time, she must've chanted "Gotta pee, gotta pee!" like a dozen times. Finally, I opened my dorm room and pointed in the direction of the washroom. She rushed in there and pulled down her pants and panties without bothering to close the door. I could see that her pink panties were indeed soaked and that she was leaking pee down her legs before she sat down on my toilet seat. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh" she moaned, in great relief. The sound of her torrent of pee hitting the water in my toilet bowl was also very loud. I grabbed my crotch as I felt my own bladder spasm in response. I must've been staring a bit too long with my face being super red because it wasn't until she said "Are you enjoying the show?" that I realized I had been staring the entire time. I turned my face away in embarrassment, I felt it heat up a lot, but managed to squeak out a quiet "yes". Suddenly, she stopped her stream, stood up, and walked towards me without pulling up her pants, pee still dripping from her exposed crotch. "I seem to remember you needing to pee too" she stated, while looking at my legs. I looked down, I had my legs tightly crossed the entire time. "I still have a lot of pee left in this balloon, and I find it hot that you do too. How about we take this over to your bed?" She says seductively with a big smirk on her face. I had a big stupid smile on my face and nodded. "I would love to" I said. FIN A/N: This story was inspired by a real life event that I experienced. After writing an exam with my crush in the same class, we stood outside the exam room with a group of friends for a while to discuss how hard the exam was. After the rest of our friend group left, I suggested watching a TV show at my place and my crush agreed (I think it was just an episode of ATLA, but I don't remember). But she had to use the washroom first. She did a full on potty dance in front of me showing me how desperately she needed to pee. I think she would've peed her pants if we didn't find a washroom in the next 10 or so minutes. Luckily, there were open and available bathrooms in the building despite being so late at night. So we both went to empty our post exam bladders before heading to my place. That's where my fic here diverges from real life and I started writing about a fantasy of mine, about what I wished happened that night.
  6. I was a freshman in college in 2013, and my first semester I took a psychology course in a huge lecture hall. There were probably 30 or 40 students total, and we all sat at long tables in individual chairs, as opposed to in desks. One of the girls in my class I knew from my dorm; I'd met her once or twice in the laundry room. She was really pretty and I had a crush on her, but for various reasons I never told her and I never tried getting close to her. However, she was always friendly to me anyway, and sometimes sat next to me in the psych class. This particular day, we were taking notes and all of a sudden I noticed her squirming and shifting in her seat. I kind of glanced at her a little and then away, and she leaned over and whispered to me, "I have to piss so fucking bad." Bear in mind that this happened probably a week after I'd discovered omorashi is an actual fetish that people can be into, so my whole body froze, and I don't even remember how I responded. I think I just did one of those generic laughs to hide how I was dying inside. She kept on: "I've seriously been holding it for hours, I drank too much water earlier and I need to piss like a fucking racehorse." Throughout the rest of the lecture (which I think was thirty more minutes) she just kept shifting next to me and crossing her legs. Every so often she would make a little noise in her throat or check the time, give me a sheepish grin, and then bite her lip. I snuck glances at her out of the corner of my eye; I didn't want to openly stare but it was so hot. Eventually class ended and she jumped up and fucking bolted out. I think I said something to her like, "I'm glad you get to pee now!" and she laughed as she was racing down the stairs. Unfortunately I have no idea how things turned out for her but I remember for months after when I would masturbate in my dorm I would imagine her stumbling down the stairs, gripping herself. She would lean against the wall and squeeze her thighs together and tell me she didn't know if she was going to make it. I'd help her walk back to the dorm and then I'd walk her into my room. I'd sit on the toilet lid and she'd stand in the corner shifting around and gripping herself, bent double with the pressure of her bladder, begging me to let her go. I'd always give some excuse why she couldn't. Finally she'd give in and gasp out that she couldn't hold it. She'd jump into the tub and piss herself. Then I got to help her take off her wet clothes and we'd shower together. This was my main fantasy for most of freshman year, lmao. I do wish I'd gotten the courage to talk to her more, but that whole thing is a good memory, anyway.
  7. Hi, so this is my first time writing and I can't guarantee that whatever this is it will be pursued fervently, but I want to do something a little bit more creative with my thoughts regarding my sexuality and this scenario has played out in my dreams enough that I want to start with it. Warning, there will be sexual content but not in every chapter, and there will be lots of nudity, but the nudity will not always be sexual. This is not an omorashi first story either, and although omorashi will be included because it is a fetish of mine, it will not be featured in every chapter nor be a major plot point, at least at the beginning. I also have a mild form of Asperger's syndrome, so I feel that I will be able to create better characters that are more similar to me in the way I think, as opposed to neurotypical character that are often difficult for me to grasp. I will initially keep all characters above 18, however if it seems safe to do so I will include ages 15 and up, not because I am particularly attracted to people that young as a 20 year old cis straight white male, but more because I am particularly attracted to people who haven't quite figured out their sexuality, are shyer, and retain youthful attitudes, and this is easier to write in with younger characters. But for now I will stick to 18. I'd appreciate feedback if possible! Chapter 1: Elisa and Saturday Night at the gym Elisa had just started her first year at her university. Although far from her home in New Jersey, she was excited to begin a life of her own and adventure to new places, both physically and mentally. She had grown up in a very religious household, and although everyone in the household was practicing, her parents were good enough to her that they were not too overbearing. Her father was Puerto Rican and her mother was Dominican, and they had met in English class shortly after each of them moved to the USA. Elisa was the oldest having turned 18 last week, and she had one younger sister who was starting 8th grade at age 13, and a brother starting 4th grade at age 9. Although she loved her family very much, the day to day ruses in her household were difficult to manage at times, and she was looking forward to a change of scenery. Elisa's life was complicated as lives should be. There was nothing terrible, tragic, or traumatic about it but life is existentially hard to comprehend, especially in Elisa's case of a mild form of Asperger's syndrome, which gave her a depth of knowledge about a plethora of topics, including politics, geography, public transportation, art history, and really almost anything. Some people considered her to lack personality and be emotionally stoic due to the vast majority conversational interactions being infused with random facts and snippets. But apart from how she might be perceived, Elisa is a very emotional person. Well, not usually outwardly although she does cry from time to time in her bedroom. But like most people with Asperger's, Elisa had chronic depression. It was nothing severe and a manageable mental illness, but it made her feel even more isolated in the way she sees the world. Her quest at this stage in her life is to understand the world as best she can from observation and curiosity. At home she frequently took trips on the PATH to go to New York, and starting in high school she got a bike that could transport her to many medium distance places in North Jersey. But because her family was poor, they could not afford a car, so Elisa did not have a driver's license. That was okay for her though, because she was content with the current situation. For Elisa, life is hard, but the joyful moments make it worth living. As a practicing and believing Catholic, Elisa was well versed on the acts that should be avoided to prevent sin. She was not naïve to the nature of sex, but rather discouraged from participating in anything too promiscuous. Her mother had taught her about it when she was 9 in anticipation of menstruation, and since then she has read quite a bit on the topic and understands human nature when it comes to sexual matters. She has been catcalled or stared at more times than she could count while in public, and while these definitely bother her, she has not been protruded from participating in activities she loves because of it. However, as much as she understands sex from a knowledge standpoint, Elisa is rather unpracticed when it comes to understanding her own sexuality. In high school she also participated in an activity called drum and bugle corps or "drum corps" for short, and while there she had to get used to the idea of communal showers. Being naked in the presence of other girls her age was something she was used to and could tolerate, and as a result she was very comfortable in her own body. There she also discovered that she is mostly straight with perhaps a slight curiosity towards women. But her alone time is limited at her house, and because of the religious nature of her household, she does not want to risk anything about her sexuality being found out by her parents. The only time she ever gets time to herself is in the bathroom because her bedroom is shared with her sister, and she has a habit of taking long showers for the purpose of getting herself off. She knows of at least one fetish of hers, that being omorashi and pee holding. Though she has done it herself a few times, she finds herself most turned on when she sees guys struggle to hold it. It is this that gets her off half the time, whether she is reading or watching erotic material on her phone in the bathroom or just in the shower playing. However, she has not yet had a boyfriend, she has not yet seen a guy naked, and she has not often gone to any parties with people her age. Her parents seldom had to worry about Elisa's doings outside the house due to her Asperger's making many of the risky activities unappealing. Elisa hoped to change some of this at college though. She hoped to get a boyfriend, though she didn't want to force it, rather have it happen organically instead. She also hoped to see a guy naked at some point and/or attend a party of some sort, not to be risky with herself, but instead to observe. This really was a new stage in her life. Elisa had just enrolled in a small-ish liberal arts college in upstate New York near the Adirondacks (this is no particular real life school, I'm basing the school size off my own but I don't want to reveal where I am enrolled, so I picked the Adirondacks because the setting feels right). She got in on scholarships, both for her intellect and her status as the first in the family to attend college. The first week of classes have gone well so far, and the weekend has finally arrived. Elisa spent most of Saturday playing games and watching TV with her roommate, Jordyn. Her roommate and she also did some homework, but after a while they had both gotten tired and decided to move onto TV. This first week, Elisa had discovered that the fitness center was open 24 hours. One simply needed to tap their card and they were allowed in. The same was also true for the pool, however you needed to prove your ability to swim in order to go in without a lifeguard. (There was a multi campus lifeguard standby program so that appropriate lifeguards could be notified if the cameras showed something in which someone needed to intervene. If it was required, there was a button that could drain the entire pool at a high flow rate to provide air to any drowning victims. There was also a breathalyzer that would lock access to any inebriated students). Elisa took the test on Thursday and she now has swipe access to the pool for 24 hours. She found that exercising at night was the best way for her to be active and blow off steam. Fewer people were working out at midnight, making any semblance of social anxiety rest easy on her. She would typically arrive to the gym at 11:30, run on the treadmill for 20 minutes, do weights for 15 minutes, then go to the locker room, change into her swimsuit, use the pool for 15 minutes, come back to the locker room, shower, change into her pajamas, and head back to her dorm to go to bed. She had worked out every day this week except Wednesday, and she used the pool on Thursday and Friday. Her routine was beginning to set itself in and she was starting to get used to the schedule. It was 11:20 on Saturday when Elisa got ready to go to the gym. She got changed into her workout clothes (a purple tank top, white sports bra, gray yoga pants that cut off at the thigh as well as neon yellow spandex boy shorts underneath), and was about to say bye to Jordyn until she realized Jordyn was passed out watching TV in the lounge. Elisa walked by Jordyn, out the door, and over to the fitness center. She was carrying her bag with her swimsuit and pajamas, as well as her large water bottle. Her towel and shower supplies she kept in a locker at the fitness center. On her way over to the gym, she heard lots of voices and screaming all around her. It was yet another party night on campus, and although Elisa was curious, she persisted to the gym. She arrived to the locker room and dropped off all her nonessential items for working out. She realized she needed to pee but then a thought occurred to her: she hadn't indulged herself at all since arriving to campus, mostly because she was rarely ever alone. Perhaps she could play a game with herself and hold her pee as long as she could while working out so that she could release some sexual libido before heading back to her dorm. Consequently, that's what Elisa decided to do. She laid all of her belongings in her locker except for her water bottle, phone, earbuds, and face towel and walked out of the locker room toward the gym. Elisa drank about a third of a 1.5 liter bottle before she started running on the treadmill. 5 minutes in she started getting cramps and realized that she really should have stretched if she were to drink that much. Cramps aside, she made it through all 20 minutes and began to feel a slight twinge in her bladder. The gym was fairly sparse with only about 10 people working out, so there was no need to wait for any equipment. Elisa drank another 300mL or so before starting her quick weight routine. She did her biceps and shoulders with moderately heavy dumbbells (for her size and gender), and then moved onto the tricep machine. Elisa drank another 200mL before the triceps, followed by another 200mL after. It helped that her body needed the water, so it was absorbed into her system quickly preventing bloating and other discomfort. Elisa usually finished her gym portion after the triceps, but because she was feeling so mischievous and because her bladder was starting to give her warning signs, she fathomed another idea: she would do a few reps of the seated knee raise machine to challenge herself. Elisa walked over to the machine, set the weight at the right level and began the reps. Around the 7th or 8th rep she felt another twinge in her urethra that lasted a few seconds. She could feel the fluids building up and the pleasure mounting. As she raised her knees on the 8th rep she shivered and shuddered as her need to pee was ringing the doorbell in her brain. On her tenth and final rep, she let out a soft moan, uncharacteristic for her as she tends to be quite quiet in public, before finally relaxing. She didn't need to go so bad that she was in danger of spurting, but the experience was scary and exhilarating nonetheless. It wouldn't exactly be accurate to say Elisa was dry either, as the garments that covered her nether regions were already fairly damp from sweat since the treadmill. But perhaps her boys gotta were slightly damper because of the juices that may have escaped as her labia parted and lubricated itself. After her indulgence with the leg raising machine, Elisa was ready to return to her locker to prepare for the short swim. On the way over, she finished her final 300mL and refilled the water bottle. She was thinking about how excited and antsy she felt about what she was doing, being in public was especially energizing. She passed a guy who was walking into the gym and couldn't help but bite her lip at the small protruberance visible in his black running shorts. She had never seen a bare penis before except in images and some rated R movies, but she was yet inclined to lay her own eyes on a real one. Wouldn't it be something if I could catch one while I was here today. What if I were to walk into the locker room and see a guy just standing there playing with it? Elisa thought to herself. Alas, this fantasy lived up to its designation as a fantasy, and she arrived to an empty women's locker room as usual. Usual, however, was the baritone audiation emanating from the right side of the locker room, where the toilets and showers were. She realized that she could hear any conversation coming from the men's side, and the their toilets were likely opposite the women's as the conversation seemed to be more of an echo. Elisa discovered the vent in the wall that carried the sound she out her ear up to it and listened in. "Yo, you ready?" said one guy. "Nah man, Imma take a piss first. Them white claws gotta come out one way o 'nother, and I ain't be barfin' today" said the other. Elisa noticed that the end of this clause seemed slightly louder than the beginning, indicating that it was directed closer to her. "Aight man, 'll see ya inside" the first replied. Elisa heard a door creak and some footsteps walk toward her. The vent she was at was in the southeast corner of the room if north were the direction you face when you walk in. She heard some nasal breathing near the east side of the women's room, the west side of the men's. She then heard the soft patter of the guys pee in the nearby urinal. It then coalesced into a solid tone indicative of a stream. Elisa couldnt ignore the urge to touch herself, and began to rub her damp yoga pants. Her need to pee was also slightly heightened, but not yet to the point of bursting. The stream in the urinal dragged on and Elisa kept rubbing herself through the fabric, feeling the pleasure of hearing a guy pee this close. The stream kept going and a small spurt escaped Elisa. She had trouble convincing herself not to continue the pleasurable feelings, but finally the stream tapered and Elisa calmed down. She then heard footsteps walk away and the door creak open and shut again. Ew, thought Elisa, if you're going to be that hot you should at least be hygienic about it. She inspected the squirt both visually and with her nose, and decided that she better get to the pool before she bursts and ruins her fun. Elisa removed her sneakers and socks and walked over to her locker, ready to begin her final exercise before sexual ecstasy. ____ Sorry to leave it here, I intended to stop at a slightly different point but my hands are getting cold from typing and I want to have something posted before I continue so I can get some feedback. Let me know what you think!
  8. Golden College Days Summary: Steven Diaz is attending college with his two best friends Tia Flores and Laney Hawthorne. These three have been friends forever and are happily spending their college years together, discovering new things about themselves, their old friends and about the new friends they make along the way. This is only the beginning of this series I hope becomes a mini-series, or at least a limited series of omo-based stories featuring OC's that I've had for over a year now and I've finally decided I'm gonna freaking write them! So please enjoy! This is only the intro first so there's not a whole LOT of omo YET but trust me, there will... so for now, enjoy!! ❤️❤️ --------------------- Steven Diaz was a high school graduate, but that was the strangest thing to him now. So this was his life now, no longer a child but quite an adult yet. Except once he stepped onto his new college grounds he felt much more like an adult than he ever has. ’19 years old… that still doesn’t feel right.’ He thought to himself with a small sigh as he took in the scenery of Rosemary University, a peaceful looking place with college kids laughing, smiling and handing out flyers for clubs, programs and societies. Young adults just like him trying to get by or get ahead and figure things out while they can. Steven still didn’t have everything figured out yet, but that’s why he felt a lingering sense of excitement in him. He can learn more things in his courses and learn more things from these new people and from some of his closest friends. “Steven!! Steven hiiiiiiii! Good morning!!” Looking over his shoulder he saw the smiling face of Tia Flores, his best friend since childhood and playmate. She was so cute, still wore her braided pigtails and wore her frilly dresses, Steven simply adored her but for some reason he never thought of asking her out. He felt happier having her by his side though, and he was so happy to see her here with him. “Tia! Hey good morning gal.” He waved at her and flashed her a grin as the two joined along the same path. “Did you sleep at all? I mean I didn’t because I was super duper nervous about coming into freaking college for the first time but still! Did you sleep?” Tia asked with a chipper tone, speaking very fast as Steven chuckled. Something about her voice relaxed him and now he felt a little less nervous. “Uh… about 3 hours?” He guessed outloud with a sheepish giggle as Tia gasped and widened her eyes. “3 hours?!” “Oho! 3 hours? Wow Steven that’s not good, I slept all night!” He perked up and turned to see another familiar face. Laney Hawthorne, his other best friend from childhood and the one he often played around with by pushing each other in the dirt. “Laney Lanes.” He felt even more relaxed and smiled wider at her cheeky grin as she nudged his shoulder with a laugh. “What are ya nervous? It’s only college, we’re all grown up now! I’d say this is a time for adventure! People learn all sorts of cool stuff in college!” She beamed with a fist in the air, urging Tia to throw her fist up as well. “Yes! Let’s live like the characters in TV shows! I’ve always envisioned that I’d become actually cool in college and join the Art clubs and attend the galleries” The smaller girl exclaimed and clapped her hands as Laney snickered a little bit, “Of course you’d want that Tia, but I’m interested in seeing that too… I’m going for athletics myself as you know.” Steven smiled as he listened to the two girls talk, taking a breath of relief as he realized that even if he wasn’t a child anymore, it was nice to see that some things didn’t change. “I’m going for athletics too, make sure you gals see my games okay?” He asked the two, but Laney just smirked at him. “That’s if you even make the team Stevie, you might have been good in high school but are you good enough to play in the big boy leagues?” She challenged him with her hands on her lips, leaning forward teasing as Steven narrowed his eyes and grit his teeth a little bit. “I’m so good enough! I’m a big boy and ready for the big boy leagues Lanes! The question is are YOU? You’re still a little girl at heart after all.” He teasingly smirked at the girl when she winced in annoyance. “This is big girl leagues too ya know? So why doncha show me if ya got your big girl pants on?” “Oh I have my big girl pants ON Steven!” “And I have my big boy pants on!” Steven and Laney had a habit of challenging each other, it’s what kept them going while Tia often supported their pissing contests because she liked to see where they went and laugh at the loser depending on what the challenge was. “Then lets get this thing started huh?!” Steven asked her with a big smile as Laney grinned widely and gave him a thumbs up. “Hell yes!” They might have liked to challenge each other, but that’s how they were going to make college fun and figure out more about themselves now that they could branch out and discover new things. Steven felt particularly optimistic now that he had his two best girl friends by his side as they decided to stop by the university’s café first to get a few drinks to wake themselves up. None of them were particularly used to waking up early, even Steven and Laney didn’t enjoy it despite being athletes. Plus they saw this as an opportunity to see what this university had to offer in terms of refreshments. Finding a table, they sat down together just like they used to in high school. Steven and Laney opted to get themselves coffee, well if you can call it coffee. Steven merely got the vanilla bean flavored frap while Laney helped herself to a sweet boba tea, while Tia had already gotten herself a cookie with some pink lemonade. “Cookie in the morning T? That’s how ya do it.” Laney mentally scolded herself for not thinking ahead as Tia smirked and pushed it closer to herself. “Yup and no sharesies. That’s why you and Steven here got your caffeine, I’ll have double the dose of sugar with my lemonade here~.” She playfully teased the two as Laney scoffed and rolled her eyes with a smile. “Heh, you’re ALL sugar Tia if you ask me, all sugar!” The dirty blonde suddenly stood up, creeping her fingers at Tia’s sides to tickle her as her friend suddenly squealed and laughed outloud at how much Laney’s fingers tickled at her rather sensitive sides. “You don’t need sugar you’re our bundle of sugar! Our’s! Mine and Steven’s!” Laney chirped as Tia kept on laughing and writhing to try and get out of her grasp while Steven just laughed heartily. If this is how college was going to be he didn’t have any more complaints as he took a sip of his frappucino. “You two are cray-cray-cray, not just cray-cray.” He giggled as the two girls started to blush at that cheeky smile of his, making Laney pout and Tia coyly smile. Yet the two of them felt at ease when Steven wasn’t so nervous. He had been rather nervous about this new milestone in their lives and they had been too. Tia was very open about how nervous and excited she was for this new chapter, and Laney herself only put up a confident bravado to make it seem like she wasn’t anxious about starting college. They had each other though, they weren’t as afraid knowing that they were still friends and that things haven’t changed yet. As they were preparing to clean their table, Laney suddenly stood up to announce, “Phew! I’m gonna go pee before we go to class, forgot to go this morning and now I drank all that boba.” She said without a hint of shame which made Tia flinch and blush, while Steven scoffed and snickered. “Gross… Laney…!” Tia crossed her arms, using a scolding tone as Steven just shook his head in amusement. “No shame to your game eh?” Steven wasn’t unfamiliar with Laney’s shamelessness, even when it came to announcing her trips to the bathrooms or outright telling people that she needed to go. “Games don’t have shame Stevie, now wait for me I won’t be long.” She said with a pat on his shoulder as he gave her a slightly annoyed smile when he watched her head to the bathroom. Tia stood with him for only a moment before she got up with slightly flushed cheeks, “I’ll… go with her, just cuz my hands are sticky from the lemonade.” She claimed, although Steven knew that this had to be a lie but he wouldn’t say anything to embarrass Tia unless they were playing around. He waved her off as he watched her go into the bathroom after Laney, and he sat there alone and opted to throw away their garbage. Now that he was alone for a little moment he began to think about his own frappucino and how it’ll go through him sooner or later. He might as well go too before their first class begins. ‘Heh, all right I’ll go… not like I’d ever tell Lanes or Tia…’ Steven thought to himself as he walked into the men’s room and went to the first stall. As he unzipped his pants he let out a small sigh of relief, trying not to pay attention to much to the splashing sounds of his own stream echoing in this thankfully empty bathroom. He didn’t know how Tia and Laney could go to the bathroom together, but then again he didn’t know how they were with their bathroom habits and never wondered about it. So he found that strange as to why he suddenly began to think about that, what kind of guy just starts thinking about things like that? A pervert, that’s what. Steven was no pervert, at least… he was very sure about that. No. He wasn’t a pervert. Colleges did have perverts but Steven couldn’t have been a pervert, he wasn’t a pervert and he wouldn’t become one. Right?
  9. Not a long story, but I enjoyed summarizing it lol Today, I had a lovely feeling of needing to pee and telling myself to wait. Probably had something to do with the 20oz coffee plus some juice this morning lol. I was thirsty too, so I bought some lemonade. I had last peed around 8:30am, before heading out. It was about 2:30 and I had the urge from my waist trainer tight across my bladder. Told myself "No, I am still not using the bathroom outside my home. You have to wait a few hours." I then proceeded to drink the lemonade, and I did not loosen the waist trainer. It was kind of a weird feeling adding the lemonade under the tight waist trainer, like my body wanted to expand but couldn't, so it was trying to figure everything out. Also felt a bit naughty lol, since I was around a lot of people but none of them could tell. I never felt "desperate" today, but I did feel a lot of pressure that still fell within what I can easily manage. When I took the waist trainer off at the end of the day and removed all that constriction from my bladder, I still had to pee. Next shipment of clothes on its way to me has a corset, that will give me a similar experience to the waist trainer but make my outfit look more interesting lol (waist trainer is worn underneath clothing)
  10. Holy shit y'all, last Thursday I nearly pissed myself in history class Before driving to school, I stopped at the store and grabbed a coffee, a water, and a light snack. It's a 30 minute commute, and without thinking I drink way too much liquid. I'm pretty small, roughly 5'1, so it doesn't take much to fill me up, and once the need to go to the bathroom hits me, it hits me. By the time I get to my history class, I'm already running late, but I don't need to pee too badly. I have to walk up a hill, across campus, and several flights of stairs to get to my class, so I drink a bit more water when I get there. About 15 minutes into a 75 minute class, I start to feel like I have to pee, but it's not that bad, only an hour left. My professor has made it very clear he does not like when students get up and leave in the middle of class, and I don't want to miss any notes, so I ignore my growing desperation and stay there. About 15 more minutes pass by and I'm really feeling it now. I had my legs crossed and was trying to focus on the lecture rather than the screaming urge to run out and take a piss. As each minute passed, it got worse. By the last 15 minutes of class, it was painful. I was switching between crossing my legs and sitting on my heel, pressing it into my crotch in an attempt to hold myself subtly. I had completely given up on paying attention to the lecture as all I could focus on was how badly I had to go. I was starting to get genuinely worried that I would have an accident in front of everyone. Of course, my professor just had to go a few minutes over time to explain something sigh. The second he dismissed us, I crammed my notebook into my bag and walked quickly out of class, trying to still be subtle while also trying not to start pissing myself in the hallway. To my surprise/relief, the bathrooms were basically empty when I got there and I was able to relieve myself in time. I swear, I peed for well over a minute. Now I know not to drink so much before class, I guess 😜
  11. This is the first real story I've written outside of school, but I think I'm pretty good at writing so please be brutal with any criticisms to bring my ego down to the correct level. Wendy's Dorm Room - 7:00 AM Wendy woke up to a familiar, yet still disappointing feeling. She pulled away her sheets and looked down at her legs to confirm. Sure enough, there was a large dark spot on the sheets centered on a similar one on the crotch of her otherwise light grey pajama pants. Wendy had wet the bed again. She sighed as she got out of bed to clean up. As she peeled off her wet panties, she glanced over to the corner in her closet that hid a small plastic package labeled "Goodnites." Her parents had managed to convince her to bring them to college, but she only wet once or twice a month, and felt that the protection they would provide on those nights wasn't worth feeling like a baby on all of the others. While Wendy didn't derive any positive emotions from wetting the bed, there was one upside to the situation, which was that she was able to get one of the coveted few "single rooms." Most freshmen were required to have a roommate, but all it took was a doctor's note and a few embarrassing conversations with various school faculty and Wendy was able to live by herself in a dorm room that had its own small bathroom. This was great for Wendy not only for the obvious reasons, but also because it gave her the privacy required to do what she does best. She pulled out a small, intricately carved wooden stick and pointed it at the wet pile of clothes and sheets on her bed. After uttering a few words in a language she only vaguely understands, Wendy flicked her wrist and the pile of dirty laundry no longer fit that description. Her now-exposed thighs, however, were still damp and a bit sticky, so she stepped in the shower to clean up. It was only then that Wendy realized just how frustrated she was with herself. "I'm in college now," she thought to herself, "why don't I have more control over my own body?" She let the water run down her naked body as she thought about what, if anything, she could do about this. The obvious solution was one that she had thought of many times before. In fact, it was what came to mind first whenever she had any problem whatsoever: magic. However, the number of spells she had access to was limited. She had already read through all of them even tangentially related to bladder control, and none of them were even close to what she needed. With that thought, she should have probably moved on to more mundane solutions, but something seemed to be stuck in the back of her mind. Due to the many visits to the doctor she had previously gone on, Wendy was intimately aware that part of the problem was the size and strength of her bladder. If she could fix that, her problem should go away. The issue is that spells that modify the human body are strictly forbidden for wizards under a certain age, due to the extreme complications that could arise (and had arisen many times before). Wendy, however, happened to know where her family kept the age-restricted spell books, and was just irritated enough to try something risky. That night, when her parents were asleep, she would finally stop her bedwetting for good. The Study - 11:49 PM Wendy cast a spell and stepped through her bathroom door into her father's study. Shelves of books lined the walls, but she didn't bother to glance at most of them; she knew where her target was. On the top of a shelf at the far end of the room sat a book mislabeled "Archeology for Dummies." Previous instances of snooping in this room had made her fully aware, however, that this book actually contained spells designed to modify human anatomy temporarily or permanently. It was entirely written in the same confusing, unintuitive language that spells were composed of, so finding the right spell would take some decoding. Around 30 minutes later, she had combed the table of contents enough to find a spell that just might work. It said something about making a single part of your body be "the same" as someone else's. Surely, all she had to do was pick someone with a stronger bladder, and she would be golden. Her best friend Kate seemed like a good fit. They were a similar height and weight, and Kate needed to use the bathroom much less frequently than Wendy. Wendy memorized the spell and started to put the book back on the shelf. "Wait," she thought to herself, "if I'm going to involve Kate in this, I need to make sure there's no way of it hurting her." She opened the book back up and checked a few things. After a few careful rereads and looking up some words, Wendy assured herself that the spell would only physically affect herself and that there wasn't a way for it to kill either of them. Content with that clarification, Wendy stepped through the bathroom door back to where it normally leads. She went to the bathroom, clearing out her bladder before what she had begun to think of as "the operation." She took off all of her clothes and stepped into the shower. Sometimes these things can get messy. With her wand pointed just below her belly button, she recited the spell while including "bladder," and Kate's full name in the appropriate spots. When the spell was finished, Wendy could feel a strange pressure in her body as her bladder started to change shape. She jumped a bit as a small squirt of pee forced its way out of her and splatted onto the shower floor. After a few seconds, however, she started to feel normal. "I hope that means it worked," she thought as she stepped out of the shower and got ready for bed. Wendy's Dorm Room - 7:00 AM - The Next Day Wendy woke up to a comfortable, dry bed and hoped that it wasn't just a coincidence. "I guess it might be a while before I know for sure," she thought to herself as she got up to go to the bathroom. She slid her panties off of her legs and sat down on the toilet. She started to pee as normal, but it felt slightly off. Even though the amount was the same, it almost felt like she was peeing twice at the same time. Maybe it was just her increased bladder capacity, or maybe she was simply overthinking things. Wendy wiped herself and started to change so she could get to class. Classroom 146 - 10:24 AM The day went by as it normally does for the most part, which was a good sign. Wendy sat in her introductory graphic design class, only half-listening to the lecture on color theory as she doodled idly in her notebook. "...the colors get warmer as...," the professor said as she realized her legs were also getting warmer. Horrified, she glanced down while trying not to draw attention to herself and tried to stop the flow. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do as warm urine spread out from between her legs. It soaked through the back of the navy-blue skirt that made up the bottom half of her school uniform and pooled into a puddle on her chair. It kept going, creeping down the chair leg and onto the floor by the time her bladder had finally emptied itself. Wendy didn't know what to do. She hadn't even needed to pee that badly. She felt the entire contents of her bladder soaking against her skin and had to hold back the urge to cry. Luckily, no one seemed to notice, so she sat in her chair, her face burning red as she waited for everyone else to leave. Eventually, everyone did leave, except for the professor. He would be staying in this room until his next class, and Wendy would have to walk right past him having clearly just peed all over herself. He looked to see why one of his students was still in their chair, and Wendy could tell from the empathetic concern on his face that he had noticed the mess. "I'll clean this up," she started to stutter, but he told her that a custodian would take care of it. Her face somehow turning even redder than before, she stumbled out of the classroom and into the bathroom to clean up. Then, as her thoughts finally had a chance to clear, an important one came into her mind: "Either Kate's bladder is a lot weaker than I thought it was, or I screwed up that spell." Kate's Dorm Room - 8:00 AM - Earlier that same day Kate woke up to an entirely unfamiliar feeling, one she had felt before but long forgotten about. She pulled away her sheets and looked down to see what it was. There was a large dark spot on her sheets centered on a similar one on the crotch of her otherwise light pink panties. Kate had wet the bed for the first time since she was potty trained. She reached down between her legs and felt the moistness that confirmed it. Her roommate's bed was empty, and she desperately hoped that she hadn't seen what transpired in the night. She got out of bed and removed her sheets so she could wash them. Hallway - 10:23 AM As Kate was walking back from her second class, she was still thinking about what had happened that morning. It wasn't like she had been drinking or anything. Was she sick? She didn't feel sick, but just in case, she decided to go to the bathroom now, in case it would sneak up on her. She pulled down her skirt and panties and started to pee. "Yep, I think there's something wrong," she thought. It felt different from normal, in a way she couldn't quite place. It was almost as if she was peeing twice at the same time. "Wait, that doesn't even make any sense. I'm probably just overthinking things." Not too long after, she got a call from her best friend, Wendy. Kate frowned. Nine times out of ten, if Wendy was calling her in the middle of the school day, it was because she fucked up a spell. She had told Kate about the whole magic thing a while back, and frankly, sometimes it seemed like only negative things had come from it. Kate answered the phone and listened to the voice of a Wendy who had possibly just been crying. "Hey Kate, I think I messed up." Wendy explained the entire situation, and just as Kate was making the mental note that it was now ten times out of eleven, she realized something. "I think I know what is going on, can you meet me in the bad bathroom?" Bad Bathroom - 10:40 AM Wendy had completely understood what Kate meant by the "bad bathroom." It was the one bathroom on campus that barely ever had anybody in it because of how gross and allegedly haunted it was. The "haunted" rumor was made up and reinforced by Wendy, who had cast a few spells to ensure she could have a space in the classroom building that nobody would walk in on. The bathroom had two stalls, which was all Kate apparently needed to test her hypothesis. "Just sit on the toilet in that stall and don't do anything." Wendy did as she was told and pulled down her still damp skirt. A few seconds later, a small jet of pee burst out of her without warning. Curiously, the sound it made when it hit the toilet was also coming from the stall that Kate was in. "I've figured it out," she said over the wall of the stall, "we're sharing the same bladder!" Parking Lot - 2:00 PM - 2 Days later As Wendy waited with Kate and the rest of the volleyball team for the bus to show up, she thought about her bladder. She had managed to coordinate going to the bathroom with Kate via text to avoid any further accidents while she tried to find a solution. All she had found so far was how to change whose bladder she was sharing, but frankly that wouldn't really help her much. The bus finally showed up and she sat down next to Kate. It would be a long ride to the game, and the stress was already starting to make her think she needed to pee again. It took about an hour for her to realize that thought was definitely correct, and she asked if they would be able to stop to use the restroom. "We've got a stop in about 30 miles" the bus driver responded. She was content with that answer. She wasn't too desperate yet. Half an hour later, the bus stopped at a gas station and everyone got out. "Make sure to use the bathroom if you need to," the coach said, "There isn't anywhere to stop after this besides our destination." Wendy and Kate didn't need to be told to go; they were the first ones off of the bus. Their faces sunk as they stepped inside the gas station and realized something: there was only one toilet. If one of them went, the other would be wetting themselves, and it wouldn't be worth the rumors that would start if they both went in at the same time. They both stepped aside, as if they hadn't needed to use the bathroom after all, and they tried to figure something out. By the time Wendy determined she would be willing to sneak out back and crouch down, it was already too late. Everyone else was getting back on the bus. The urge to pee grew as each minute passed. She realized there was too much time left in the trip to make it when her bladder started hurting. She squirmed in her seat and looked over to Kate making very similar motions. For a split second, her bladder released and a small wet patch appeared on her underwear. Kate appeared to jump a bit and turned to look at her, concerned and desperate. Wendy's mind raced as she thought of how she could get out of this. She felt so guilty for subjecting Kate to this, and her mind turned towards ways she could even just spare her the embarrassment. "I could sit on her lap," she thought "and then it might look like all of the pee was mine." No, that was a bit too ridiculous. "But what about something even more ridiculous?" Wendy looked over to Kate. "Cover me," she said as she slid down into the area in front of her seat. Kate, wondering what she was up to, held up the blanket she had on her legs to cover any line of sight the other passengers had to her. Wendy then pulled out her wand and said some words Kate didn't recognize. Well, maybe she did recognize a few words; one of them sounded like "bus." Wendy sat back up in her seat as she felt her bladder shift in the same way it had a few days before, and that was enough to release the floodgates. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly as a steady stream soaked through her volleyball shorts and onto the seat of the bus. She heard Kate's concerned squeal as the same thing happened to her. She felt confident that she had reduced Kate's embarrassment, however, because a gush of pee was coming from the crotches of everyone on the bus. A few moans, sighs, and startled yelps came from the various passengers as puddles of pee pooled onto the seats and its scent filled the bus. The streams slowed as Wendy regained control over her bladder, and an awkward silence filled the piss-soaked bus. Eventually they made it to the school of the team they would be playing against, and they all shuffled through the halls of the rival school towards the bathroom as a few members of the other team turned to each other stifling laughs. Wendy felt justifiably embarrassed, but also slightly proud. Now was no way anyone on the team would tell the school that she and Kate had pissed their pants.
  12. Lyle’s college campus, including his first-year residence, did not appear to have much space for parties. The bedrooms were small, the hallways had no furniture, and the cafeteria closed at 9 PM. During relatively brief chats with the other students in the hallways and cafeteria, Lyle heard a few rumours of party-focused fraternities and sororities in the area, but he couldn’t find any way to locate or contact such places. The only remotely promising local venue he could actually find on a map was the campus bar. He couldn’t imagine much of a party happening at a bar, but after a week with no other leads, he decided he might as well check it out. Lyle wasn’t sure if the bar would serve meals, so he had dinner at the cafeteria before heading over. He didn’t bother dressing up for the evening; he wore the same t-shirt, khakis, and sandals that he had been wearing all day. When he arrived at the bar, he took a minute to walk around the tables to see if he could click with any of the groups there. None of them seemed particularly welcoming, though, so he sat down at the bar and ordered a soda. As he drank it, he tried to think of ways to approach some of the other students, and he also listened for conversations that he might be able to contribute to. He didn’t have any breakthroughs by the time he finished his soda, so he ordered another. Nothing changed as he drank that either. For his third drink, he decided to try something alcoholic; the daily special posted on the wall would do. When he tasted it, he found it to be sweet, with the alcohol barely noticeable, which was pretty well what he was going for; his interest in alcohol was minimal. But even this new drink didn’t change the fact that no one was talking to him. After sitting there for an hour and a half sipping on several more sodas and a few more alcoholic beverages, Lyle decided that this was a failed experiment. He had to pee from all the drinking so he figured he’d use the bathroom there (they had to have one, right?) and then head back to his room and maybe play some computer games. He stood up, but as he turned around to start looking for a bathroom, a female student suddenly came up to him and said, “Hi! I’m Cynthia.” “Hi,” Lyle responded uncertainly, “I’m Lyle.” “Hi Lyle!” Cynthia said, smiling brightly. “Can I buy you a drink?” Perhaps this wasn’t a failed experiment after all. It was a bit ironic to be offered a drink after having nothing but them for the past hour and a half, but this time Lyle would have someone to talk to, so he cheerfully accepted and they started chatting. There was no need for computer games now, and he wasn’t going to go hunting for a bathroom right after meeting someone who wanted to spend time with him. And they did spend quite some time chatting. Cynthia seemed very friendly and outgoing. When the drink she had bought Lyle was finished, she eagerly bought him another, and when that one was finished, she just as eagerly bought him a third. She said this was her third year of college, so perhaps that had given her a chance to get used to bar etiquette; Lyle himself had never been to a bar before and couldn’t even imagine having the nerve to offer a drink to someone he had just met. Unfortunately, all these drinks, coupled with the duration of their conversation, were making Lyle’s need to pee more persistent. He worried that Cynthia might leave if he stepped away to find a bathroom, but eventually he decided he would have to take that risk. He finished the drink he was working on and was just about to excuse himself when Cynthia said, “This place is pretty slow. Let’s go somewhere better.” “Sure,” Lyle said. “Just let me use the bathroom first.” “You can do that when we get there,” Cynthia said. “I can’t stand this place any longer. Come on, let’s go.” She turned and started walking toward the exit. Lyle would have preferred to use the bathroom before leaving, but since Cynthia wouldn’t wait for him, and was inviting him somewhere with a bathroom and a party, he decided to follow her. The trip would be uncomfortable, but it shouldn’t last too long. Cynthia continued to tell stories as they left the bar and walked down the road. Lyle didn’t feel that he could contribute much to the conversation given how badly he needed to pee now, but Cynthia didn’t seem to mind. If anything, she seemed even warmer than she had been earlier. “I’m so glad to have met you!” she would often say, smiling broadly, and Lyle felt the same way about her. None of the hundred other students Lyle had met in the hallways and cafeteria over the past week had shown anything close to Cynthia’s vitality. He just wished Cynthia had been willing to wait the two minutes for him to find and use the bathroom at the bar; his need to pee was getting progressively worse as they walked, and the walk seemed like it was taking a long time. After making several more turns, Lyle asked Cynthia, as gently as he could, “How much farther are we going?” They were walking away from his room, so if it was much farther, he might have to forget about the party and head back to his residence to use the bathroom there. Maybe he could get Cynthia’s contact information and see if they could meet up some other time. “We’re about halfway there,” Cynthia responded. Halfway there. This evening was starting to feel like more than Lyle had signed up for, but after a quick assessment he decided that it was still worth staying the course. He would definitely need to use the bathroom as soon as they arrived, though. Cynthia became quieter, which was just as well because Lyle no longer felt able to absorb her stories. Lyle was breathing heavily now, frequently tensing and occasionally bobbing up and down. He worried that Cynthia might find his behaviour off-putting, but each time he looked at Cynthia she seemed to somehow be getting even more excited. This confused Lyle, since they were no longer socializing, but maybe Cynthia was looking forward to what awaited them at the end of this interminably long walk. Did one really have to go this far to get to a decent social venue? How difficult would it be to build a party house just across the parking lot from the academic buildings? Looking at how widely Cynthia was smiling by now, though, it occurred to Lyle that maybe there was a more central option, but the place they were going was better. That thought kept Lyle moving forward each time he considered giving up and heading back to his room. If he could even find it again after all the turns they had made. It was getting pretty bad, though. Lyle was starting to instinctively grab his penis to try to keep from peeing. Given how far Cynthia was taking them, why couldn’t she have waited for Lyle to use the bathroom before they left? She was still too enchanting for Lyle to ask that question out loud, but he didn’t think he could cope much longer, no matter how fantastic this place was. This wasn’t going to work. Lyle was going to have to pee behind one of the trees lining the road. Just as he was about to ask Cynthia to wait a moment for him to do so, though, they rounded a corner and a lit-up mansion came into view. A number of students were drinking and chatting in front of it, but as Lyle got closer, he could tell that most of the noise was coming from inside. Cynthia was walking directly toward the building, so clearly this was their destination. Finally, Lyle would be able to use the bathroom he’d been craving for what felt like an hour! The fact that he had also located the party he’d been seeking for the past week felt secondary at this point. He gave his penis a tight squeeze and then let go in order to appear presentable to the other guests. Cynthia walked up to the front door, opened it, and then invited Lyle to go in ahead of her. Lyle gratefully did so, but a few steps in, a female student blocking his path looked at him and said, “Who are you?” Unsure how to respond, Lyle turned back toward Cynthia as she came in behind him. “That’s Esther,” Cynthia told Lyle. “She’s working the door tonight.” Coming up beside Lyle and turning to face Esther, she said, “This is Lyle. We’re in a bit of a hurry.” She winked at Esther. Lyle didn’t understand the wink, but he was glad that Cynthia finally seemed to be showing a sense of urgency. He turned to face Esther once more. She now seemed to be examining Lyle more closely. Lyle tried to appear dignified in order to make a good first impression, but he really needed to pee now and wasn’t able to stand still. Had he blown his chance? Was he going to get kicked out? Or, worse, was Esther going to insist on thoroughly questioning him before even letting him use the bathroom? Esther smiled. Somehow, she seemed not merely satisfied but actually impressed. She turned to Cynthia and said, “Nicely done! Don’t let me slow you down any further.” She stepped aside and Cynthia walked past her. As Lyle started to follow, he saw Esther press a button on the wall. He realized it activated an audio panel when he heard Esther’s voice from speakers throughout the building saying, “We have a guest!” Lyle didn’t know what could possibly have impressed Esther enough about him to want to brag to the whole building, but this was not the time to try to figure that out. Cynthia had paused in the entrance hallway, and now that they seemed to have the run of the place, Lyle caught up with her and quietly asked, “Do you know where the bathroom is?” “I’ll take you there,” Cynthia answered. “This place is a bit of a maze.” She started walking again. As if the walk to the place hadn’t been long enough, Lyle now found himself following Cynthia through quite a number of intersecting hallways. Would this exercise never end? Was the bathroom he had waited so long for still not close at hand? He got excited when they approached a door, but when Cynthia opened it, Lyle saw that it led to yet another hallway. At the end of this hallway, they went up a short flight of steps, through another door, and then instead of walls on either side of them there were thick black curtains. A few steps later these curtains ended and the space opened up a bit, although there were other curtains farther away, and then finally Lyle saw a door with the symbol on it for the men’s bathroom. Now that Lyle could actually see the bathroom, he started running toward it, grabbing his penis again to try to hold on for just a few more seconds. As he ran, though, he could see people in his peripheral vision from other parts of this more open space running toward him. At the same time, a curtain that formed one edge of the space appeared to be opening. Well before Lyle reached the bathroom, he found himself surrounded by about five female students, on a stage, in front of a seated audience of about thirty people, who at a glance also appeared to all be female students. “Surprise!” the girls surrounding Lyle shouted gleefully. This unexpected delay, on top of all the waiting Lyle had already done, made his need feel even worse, and he tightened his grip on his penis and lifted a knee to squeeze his thighs together. Speaking quickly, he said, “Hi, I was just on my way to the bathroom. I’ll be out in a minute.” The girls maintained their blockade and seemed to be holding back laughter. Lyle turned to look for Cynthia and was surprised to see that she had actually kept up with him and was now part of the group surrounding him. Addressing the other girls, Cynthia said, “I’d like you all to meet Lyle.” “Great job!” one of the other girls said to Cynthia, seeming just as impressed as Esther had been. “I think this is our best one yet!” But the girls all continued to keep their positions, and Cynthia did not appear to be making any further effort to convince them to move. Lyle’s exasperation now outweighed his affection, and he said, “Cynthia, I wanted to use the bathroom at the bar. But you insisted on coming here first. The walk was a lot longer than I was expecting, and now I have to pee really badly. Could you please tell these people to let me past? We can do this live theatre thing when I get out.” “It’s true,” Cynthia told the other girls. “He’s been wanting to pee for a long time. He had a lot of drinks sitting by himself at the campus bar before I joined him and bought him several more.” Lyle didn’t remember telling Cynthia his drink count at any point, but that didn’t matter right now. Cynthia continued, “I didn’t give him a chance to use the bathroom before we left the bar. Instead, I told him he could use the one here. I guess I didn’t think about how long the walk would be, or the fact that you would set this ambush. How could I have been so thoughtless?” An excellent explanation, Lyle thought, relieved. He started to turn back around to see if they would clear a path for him. Before Cynthia was out of his field of vision, though, he saw her grin. Lyle froze. How had Cynthia known his approximate drink count? Had she been watching him since he arrived at the bar? As Lyle was wondering about this, one of the other girls said, “Wow, you’re good!” With horror, Lyle realized that Cynthia had not been defending him or apologizing. She had been bragging. This entire evening had been a setup. Lyle finished turning to face the bathroom and was no longer surprised to see that the others clearly had no intention of stepping aside. He tried to force his way past them, but he wasn’t able to overpower multiple people at once, and since they were surrounding him, he couldn’t dodge them either. Desperately trying not to wet his pants, Lyle started rhythmically squeezing and releasing his penis, alternating lifting each leg to squeeze his thighs together, and also alternately bending down at the waist and bobbing up and down at the knees. He wasn’t quite at the point of losing control, but he had no idea how long they would keep him trapped on this stage, and he had already waited far longer to use the bathroom than he ever would have chosen to. “Aww, look at his cute little pee dance,” one of the girls said. “He really is desperate! Cynthia brought us a real treat tonight!” A real treat? Lyle took a longer look at the seated audience and saw that many of them appeared to be masturbating. As predatory as the girls were being, a part of Lyle felt warm and fuzzy knowing that he was bringing them a rare level of enjoyment. He may have been meat, but at least he was tasty meat. He would not hold a grudge or seek disciplinary action when this was over. At the moment, though, he still hoped the girls would let him use the bathroom soon. For all of his emotional warmth, his condition was neither physically pleasant nor sustainable. “Come on, let me through!” he begged. “I can’t hold it much longer!” “Aww, are you going to wet your pants for us?” one of the girls teased. “Are you going to lose control and start peeing helplessly down your leg in front of everyone here?” “Let’s get his sandals off,” another girl suggested. “Keep them safe, at least.” She bent down slightly and unstrapped the sandal from the foot Lyle currently had lifted in his effort to hold his pee. Lyle didn’t bother trying to stop her as she removed the sandal and placed it on the floor behind her. He didn’t need sandals either to get to the bathroom or to enjoy the rest of the party. He would need them in order to get back to his residence, but he would also need a guide or a map, so if the girls were trying to kidnap him then he wouldn’t stop them by keeping his sandals. When Lyle instinctively switched legs in his pee dance, the girl closest to his other foot unstrapped and removed his remaining sandal and placed that one out of the way as well. One of the girls untucked Lyle’s shirt and slid her hand under it to caress his bare abdomen. “Mmm, such a full bladder,” she purred. “Maybe he really can’t wait much longer.” Smiling mischievously, she gave said bladder a squeeze, making Lyle jerk away. The girl laughed, as did at least some of the others, but their demeanor remained playful rather than cruel. When they were done laughing, Lyle felt another hand land on the front of his pants to find a part of his penis that his own clenched hand wasn’t already covering. The new hand originated behind Lyle; he turned his head to see that it belonged to Cynthia. Making eye contact with Lyle as she gently rubbed his penis through his pants, Cynthia said, “Is this poor penis anxious to release all those drinks you had at the bar? Does it desperately want to feel all of that liquid flowing out of your body? Is your frantic dancing and squeezing going to be enough to keep all of that pee from flowing out through this desperate penis and into your pants?” She removed her hand. Panting, Lyle turned his head away from her and made another unsuccessful attempt to escape in the direction of the bathroom. More girls slid their hands under the bottom of Lyle’s shirt, and this time they started tickling Lyle’s bare waist. While doing this, they also leaned in and started licking his neck. This was not what Lyle needed right now. He had to pee so badly and the tickling and licking felt like it was taking him right to the edge. He clenched his muscles as hard as he could. His penis was trembling. He knew that pretty soon his body would take over and he would start peeing right there into his pants no matter what he did to try to stop it. The girls kept up the tickling, but the licking didn’t last too long before they moved their heads back away from Lyle’s neck and started saying, “Psssss…” with smiles on their faces. Lyle stared at them with dread. This seemed to excite them; they started laughing again, all the while continuing their tickling as Lyle continued his frantic pee dance. Lyle made yet another attempt to push past them but was again pushed back. Was there anything special he had to say or do for them to let him use the bathroom? Or did he just have to wait for them to decide on their own that the time was right? His time was quickly running out, but he couldn’t think of anything to add to what he had already said. The girls already knew how badly Lyle needed to pee. That appeared to be the whole point of the exercise. Lyle could feel his control slipping away. This could not be happening. He was about to wet his pants at the first college party he had been able to find. He made one last vain attempt to elbow through, and then, in a panic, he turned to face Cynthia, who was laughing and tickling along with the others. “Cynthia,” he said breathlessly, “I’m about to start peeing, please tell these people to let me through now!” Cynthia’s laughter turned into a huge open-mouthed smile. She stopped tickling Lyle and gently cupped her hands around the back of Lyle’s head. Then she leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Her tongue slid between his lips, then between his teeth and against Lyle’s own tongue. Cynthia slowly caressed all sides of Lyle’s tongue with hers while also caressing the back of his head with her hands. It felt amazing, but the warm moisture and gentle motion of Cynthia’s tongue and lips, along with the other girls’ continued tickling, made it impossible for Lyle to hold his bladder any longer and he felt himself starting to pee in his pants. There was no longer anything he could do to stop it, and as the bathroom was still half a stage away and he had made zero progress trying to get free of the ambush, it was clear that the struggle was over. Deciding that he might as well enjoy the kiss, he released his grip on his penis and embraced the back of Cynthia’s head with both hands. “Ooh, look, he’s peeing!” one of the girls said excitedly. “You really can’t hold it, can you?” another girl said. “You just have to pee so bad that there’s nothing left you can do to keep from peeing in your pants.” Cynthia continued to swirl her tongue around Lyle’s as Lyle continued to helplessly wet himself. The other girls eventually stopped their tickling, but that no longer made a difference; any control that Lyle might have had left was being taken away by Cynthia’s gentle tongue. Lyle could tell from Cynthia’s enthusiasm, though, that that was not the sole purpose of the kiss. Cynthia was hungry for Lyle, as one might be for an ice cream sundae. And she didn’t stop when Lyle finished peeing, nor did she cut the kiss any shorter than Lyle would have liked. In fact, in the end it was Lyle who first removed his hands and started to pull away. Cynthia actually pulled him back to continue the kiss a little bit longer, but when Lyle pulled away a second time, she let him go. While they had been kissing, the other girls onstage had all moved off to one side. Cynthia glanced at them, then looked back at Lyle and said, “This is my sorority. My sisters and I love college boys who desperately need to pee, and I have to say, you did not disappoint.” Addressing the audience in the seats, she said, “Let’s hear it for Lyle!” The audience gave a standing ovation. Looking at them, Lyle saw that they were all smiling, and some of them were licking their lips. Lyle was embarrassed to have wet his pants in front of so many other people, but they seemed to really appreciate it, so he managed to give them a bow – not a deep bow, but he hoped enough to be polite. After straightening back up, he took a moment to enjoy their excited expressions, then turned back to Cynthia for further guidance. Cynthia waited for the applause to die down, then gestured toward the bathroom and said to Lyle, “The bathroom over there has a shower, laundry machines, and clean towels and robes. You can throw your clothes in the washing machine, get cleaned up, and then put on a robe. Don’t start the washing machine yet; we want to wait until we have a full load. If you’re anxious to leave, you can wear the robe you pick back to your room and we’ll get your clean clothes back to you tomorrow; if you stay, we can get them back to you at the end of the night. It looks like someone’s left your sandals just outside the bathroom door; you can put them back on once you’re done cleaning up.” So they had a detailed and efficient clean-up plan. Lyle’s night wasn’t ruined by his wet pants. He was glad now that the girls had taken the trouble to save his sandals, since he imagined sandals would be more difficult to clean than clothes, and the pee had indeed reached his feet. Lyle took another look at the audience; they had sat back down but were still smiling and some appeared to have resumed masturbating. Then he turned toward the bathroom; the path was now clear, the girls who had been surrounding him still casually standing off to the side. “Go ahead,” Cynthia said encouragingly from behind Lyle. “We’ll mop the stage while you’re in there.” Cautiously, wary of more traps, Lyle started walking toward the bathroom. None of the girls moved to block him this time. Lyle gradually started to feel more at ease as he approached, then reached, the bathroom. He opened the door, entered, and then closed and locked the door behind him, all without any issues. Everything Cynthia had listed was laid out before him. The room was deeper than it was wide; two parallel walls extended away from the stage on either side of Lyle. Against the wall on Lyle’s left were first the laundry machines, then a transparent shower stall, then beyond that a toilet, a sink, and a mirror. The wall on Lyle’s right was covered with shelves holding various folded fabrics, which fit in with Cynthia’s mention of towels and robes. Since they were folded, it might have been another trick, but Lyle didn’t really care if he had to spend the rest of the party naked and wet. He found an empty spot on a nearby shelf, emptied his pockets onto it, then took off his clothes, put them in the washing machine, and entered the shower stall. He didn’t bother looking for a washcloth among the folded fabrics against the far wall; he found washcloths awkward to use and rarely bothered with them. There were a number of squeeze bottles on a shelf inside the stall, and at least one appeared to be the body wash Lyle would need to clean himself properly. He had his shower, then turned off the water and looked through the clear door of the stall at the shelves on the far wall. There were folded towels immediately across from the stall, and the room was narrow enough that Lyle could probably reach one without stepping out. The towels were all different colours; Lyle looked at them for a few seconds before settling on a beige one. He opened the stall door, grabbed his chosen towel, dried off, and then stepped out of the stall. He then wrapped the towel around himself and started to investigate the wall shelves more thoroughly. The section closest to the shower was filled with folded towels and washcloths; nothing in this section resembled a garment. Walking deeper into the bathroom, away from the door, however, Lyle found a section of thinner folded fabrics, also in a variety of colours and several with patterns on them. Were these the robes? Lyle picked a fabric with a design he liked, took it off the shelf, and unfolded it. It did indeed appear to be a garment of some kind. It wasn’t fluffy like a bathrobe, and it didn’t open at the front like a kimono; it was more like a long t-shirt, although it had pockets at the sides about halfway between the neck and the hem. Lyle put his head and arms through, then removed his towel and pulled the hem of the garment down. It easily covered his knees, but did not appear to be in danger of dragging on the floor. Lyle turned around to look at himself in the mirror. He had never worn such a garment before, but it looked like a reasonable thing to wear to a party: casual, but not sleepwear. Having reached the end of the room, Lyle turned back toward the door. The toilet was no longer useful to him, and he didn’t need the sink, having just showered, so he walked back to the front of the room. He put his towel in the washing machine as he didn’t see another receptacle for it and didn’t want to be carrying it around, and he retrieved the contents of his pants pockets from the shelf where he had left them and placed them in the pockets of his new robe. Then he unlocked the door and opened it to look back at the stage. The curtain had been closed, and a “Wet Floor” sign had been placed on the stage. Lyle’s sandals were still next to the door; he put them back on now that he was clean and dry. The girls from the “performance” were still there, chatting with each other off to the side. Despite what they had done earlier, Lyle didn’t feel particularly threatened by them, and the night was still young, so he made his way toward them. Cynthia, who was in the group, noticed Lyle approaching and turned to face him. “Are you done?” she asked, smiling pleasantly. “Yeah,” Lyle said. He closed the rest of the distance between them and then Cynthia gave him a tight hug. After a few seconds, Cynthia released the hug and asked, “Want to come check out our dance floor?” “Yeah, that sounds fun,” Lyle answered. “Great, let’s go!” Cynthia said. She led Lyle off stage, and the rest of the group went with them. Lyle was really looking forward to the rest of this party.
  13. This is VERY loosely based on a true story my girlfriend told me about a time in college when she couldn't use the bathroom during a break during a freshman orientation lecture because the line was too long. She ended up desperately holding until the next break, and then making it to the front of the line. I accidentally posted it before it was ready, but here we are with the full thing. Allie's Orientation, Part 1 For the first time, Allie found herself in Park Auditorium, the largest lecture hall at Melsey College, along with the 495 other freshmen who had shown up early enough to avoid being forced into one of the smaller runoff rooms where video would be shown instead of a live lecture. The presenter, a cheery upperclassman named Leila, was going over the ins and outs of campus - how the student ID's worked, the grades system, academic honesty policies, and so on. Allie loved to be punctual, and had ensured that she and her new roommate Danny were early enough to get seats near the front. She was seated in an uncomfortable swivel chair in the eighth row, on the far left side of the room. Melsley was one of the few remaining women's colleges, so there were two girls to her left between Allie and the wall, and to her right were seven girls between her and one of the aisles passing to the back of the lecture hall. In front of her on the long desk was the freshman orientation schedule (10:00 to 11:40 - session 1, 11:40 - 12:00 - short break, 12:00 - 12:10 - catering, 12:10 - 2:00 - session 2, 2:00 - 3:00 - long break, 3:00 - 5:00 - session 3). In her hand was a pen with the Melsey logo on it, and next to the schedule on the desk was a Melsey College branded notebook and a nearly-empty Melsey College travel mug, from her collection of welcome gifts that she had taken with her from her new dorm room. She was putting all those welcome gifts to good use, including the travel mug, which was now nearly empty. Her mom was strict and had not approved of caffeine, so she had rarely drank coffee in high school. If she was being honest, she didn't really like the bitter darkness of the coffee she was drinking now. Originally she had been planning to fill her mug with water, but she wanted to look cool and sophisticated in front of her new roommate Danny, who had pointed out the coffee machine when they went to the dining hall together that morning. "You must be tired after staying up so late last night!" Danny had said. So she had forced down a full mug of the stuff with breakfast at the dining hall to pep herself up. Now, nearly an hour and a half into this orientation lecture, Allie was regretting that she hadn't stuck with water like she was used to. She was especially regretting that she hadn't ignored Danny when she had helpfully told Ally she should refill her mug on the way out to have something to drink during orientation, leading her to sip away until she had nearly finished off the second mug. She could feel an uncomfortable urge in her bladder - not an emergency, but she would rather feel comfortable. Danny was in the seat to Allie's right. Danny - short for Daniela - was Allie's arranged roommate, a tall girl from Las Cruces, New Mexico, with perfect flowing black hair and gorgeous light brown skin. Melsey had given them each other's contact information at the beginning of the summer, and they had kept in touch, excitedly coordinating who brought which furniture and appliances, and planning things to do once they met in person. Danny was fun, and cool. Allie had found herself looking forward to her weekly phone calls with Danny more than anything else in her life. They had even briefly enjoyed texting each other low resolution photos, until her mom discovered the $25 charge on their next phone bill and put a stop to it. Allie wanted nothing more than for Danny to be her best friend. She had spent the drive to college nervously hoping that Danny would be as friendly and approving of her in person as she had over the phone that summer. To her delight, they had gotten along swimmingly in their first night at college, staying up until 3 AM exploring their dorm Roberson Hall, setting up their room, and talking, before they couldn't stay up any longer and had to pass out. Hence, Danny telling her to get coffee the next morning. Remembering the coffee interrupted her thoughts about Danny, and sent another urge coursing through her bladder. She squeezed her legs together under her skirt, trying to get comfortable again. That coffee was really doing a number on her. Over the next few minutes the urge got worse and worse. She started tapping her leg, and finally crossing her legs together to keep her urge under control, occasionally squeezing them tighter when the urge peaked. She was only half paying attention to Leila now, and looked around the room for something to distract her. She was surprised to see Danny staring down at her lap. Had Danny noticed Allie acting out of sorts? Allie blushed at the attention, hoping Danny didn't think she was being weird. Then Danny seemed to notice Allie was looking at her, and the two caught a glance. Danny flashed a nervous-looking smile at Allie, and quickly looked back to Leila at the front of the room. Finally, a few minutes later, Leila said the words Allie had been waiting for. "All right everyone, time for a short break. Let's see, it's 11:54 now. normally we break at 11:40 and break for 20 minutes, so let's cut it a little short and have everyone back in ten minutes." Allie noticed that some other occupants of the lecture hall had already started standing up and filing out of their rows before Leila had finished talking, and she wished to do so herself, but neither Danny nor any of the other girls in her row had moved to stand. Leila continued, "We will be giving out lunch when you're back, and anyone not here by the end of break will miss it, so don't be late. There is a restroom right outside the back right exit for those in Park Auditorium. If you're in one of the runoff rooms, the RA assigned to your room can direct you to the closest one. Be back at 12:05 sharp." With that, Leila herself rushed up the aisle to the exit, before most of the freshmen had the opportunity to get out of their seats. Danny stretched and stood up. "Finally! I really need to piss," she said, laughing. "How about you?" Allie let out a giggle at Danny's crass language, and responded, "Yeah, all that coffee is really catching up with me." She was relieved Danny had mentioned it first; she was now confident she could confide in Danny about her biological urges without her being grossed out, like a few of her high school classmates would have been. The red-haired, freckled girl to her left joined in and said, "Me too, been holding it for a while," and the short girl in the seat next to the wall piped in to agree. The students to the right of Danny had by now filed into the aisle and were on their way toward the bathroom. Danny for some reason was taking her time to get up, slowly marking a few notes into her notebook and collecting things into her bag instead of making her way out, blocking Allie's egress. Allie's bladder was urging her to tell Danny to hurry or to squeeze her way past so she could join the many other students making their way to the bathroom, but she didn't want to look childish in front of Danny. So instead, she stood quietly, shifting her weight from side to side while waiting for Danny to finish up and make her way to the exit. Hadn't Danny just said she needed the bathroom? What was she waiting for? While waiting for Danny, she made some short conversation with the girls next to her. The red-haired girl was named Sarah, and the girl who had been sitting next the wall was a Korean student named Ji-young, "but you can call me Jane". Jane was also assigned to Roberson. Sarah was in Wells Hall, two buildings over, and had met Jane on the way to orientation. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of rearranging the contents in her backpack, Danny had finished packing up and started filing out into the aisle. They slowly made their way out, behind dozens of other students also on their way to the exit. Once they got out into the aisle, Sarah squeezed past the crowd to make it into the hallway faster. Allie wanted to join her, but she didn't want to embarrass herself by looking too desperate in front of Danny, who was dawdling and even allowing people to push past her, so Allie, Danny, and Jane ended up near the end of a long line of students on their way out. Once they had made it to the rear exit, the three of them followed the crowd to the bathroom. To Allie's horror, the line was massive, and disorganized. A crowd of dozens of girls just trying to mob their way into the door where they could all relieve themselves. She saw Leila among the relieved girls coming back - perhaps that was why she had left the lecture hall in such a hurry. Sarah was near the door already, squirming in place but at least near her relief - oh how Allie wished she had joined her. Allie turned to her friends. Jane had a look of intense concentration and had her legs crossed. Danny, on the other hand, was staring intently at all the other girls in line. Her cheeks had darkened for some reason. Was she embarrassed about something? She didn't seem to be making that much of a show of herself, unlike Jane and Sarah. Allie wasn't sure. In any case, she had her own situation to think about. She was bouncing on her toes, trying to do anything she could to distract herself from her growing need without making it too obvious. Allie glared at the mass of girls in front of her, willing them to pee faster so she could get back to her seat in time for lunch. But it was no use. The minutes ticked away, and they had only made it halfway to the door. "Shoot, it's 12:03," she muttered to Danny and Jane. "Shit, really? Al, looks like we have to choose - lunch or piss. I'm starving, do you think you can wait to the next break?" Danny looked at Allie expectantly. Allie grimaced, not expecting Danny to force this decision on her. Truthfully, her need had become urgent, and she would have rather waited out the line and gone hungry. But she didn't want to be the one to prevent Danny from eating - no way would she do anything to upset her roommate. "Uh... I have to go pretty bad, but I should be able to hold it. Let's go get lunch." Jane agreed, although she looked disappointed. Danny smiled, looking exceptionally pleased with the decision. She must be REALLY hungry, thought Allie. They left the long line of girls and filed back into the lecture hall. A table of sandwiches and sodas had been set up in the front. The three of them collected their food. Finally, sandwiches and coke cans in hand, they went back to their row. They squeezed past the other girls in their row to their seats. Sarah smiled as they returned. "Thank God for the break right? I had to go sooo bad." "Uh, we didn't get a chance to go. The line was too long," Allie responded. Sarah scrunched her face in sympathy. "That sucks." As she sat down once more, Allie saw that near-empty travel mug in front of her and silently cursed her luck. She hoped her need wouldn't get too much worse before the next break.
  14. If all of a college’s adult students suddenly woke up one morning and forgot how to use the bathroom, what would happen? As in, they’d look at a toilet or urinal and wouldn’t even guess that it was used for disposing their waste. In fact, nothing in a bathroom makes any sense anymore, so they wouldn’t just use the sink or shower or whatever. Also, for this scenario to work, let’s assume the internet doesn’t exist, so they couldn’t just look up the answer.
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  16. View File SL-468 College girls with full bladders bring something to stand on/get on top of like a ladder or desk into the bathroom and then they get fully naked and try to aim their pee into the toilet. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 07/27/2021 Category JAV Collections  
  17. This is the first half of the first story that a friend and I are writing. He is into omorashi as well but he doesn't have an account and is mostly doing this for fun. Brad and Josh: The Flight Part 1 ‘BEEP BEEP BEEP’ echoed through the college dorm where Brad slept. It was his alarm clock going off earlier than normal as he had set it that way last night. It was Saturday at the start of the week of Spring Break. The sun hadn’t even risen yet as it was still 4:40. He had woken up so early because he had to catch an early flight. Brad and his best friend Josh were heading to Miami for a week-long non-stop Spring Break rager! Brad and Josh both had just turned 21 so it was legal for them to drink, however that wouldn’t have stopped them in the first place. They both were attending college in Michigan – Brad was getting a bachelor’s degree in Business Management, while Josh was currently aiming for a bachelor’s in Computer Science. Brad and Josh’s friendship seemed like an odd one to most, but they worked and melded together tremendously well. Brad was a standard Jock according to people who didn’t actually know him well. He grew up in an upper-middle class family with a younger sister. Most of his youth, from middle school to high school, he played hockey. He wasn’t the best, but he was decent. When he graduated high school, he decided to stop playing, as he never had a passion for it. However, playing all those years had really shaped his body, and he still maintained his physique, even though he hadn't played for 3 years. His quads, calves, and butt were larger than average and he always had a hard time shopping for jeans. He towered over most people being 6’2” and had a beefy muscular look to him. His hair was brown and short, even shorter on the sides. He had a slight stubble, not enough to be called a beard, of brownish-red hair that highlighted his jawline and butt chin. His eyes were a dark mossy green, and they didn’t shine, but they were sensitive looking. He was a lady’s man and flirted often, but he never really had a long-term girlfriend, or even a short-term girlfriend for that matter! Josh was most certainly not a Jock. He grew up in a middle-class family with two brothers and only his mother. While in high school he kept to himself and focused on his grades, coming fifth in his graduating class. He too was tall but still shorter than Brad by 2 inches making him an even 6 feet. He was on the heavier side, mostly because he never developed proper eating habits and college just made it worse! He had short black hair as well, but it was longer and curlier than Brads. He had a rounded face with no facial hair. His eyes were a dark hazel and he wore glasses. He was never much of a party animal until he met Brad. They were roommates in their freshman year and have been friends ever since. Their flight left Detroit at 10:45 a.m. and the travel time was about 3 hours. Brad had not even packed yet and they lived about an hour and a half from the airport which is why he had to wake up so early. Brad reached and turned off the alarm clock with a resentful grunt, as he was not a morning person. He pulled back his covers revealing his hairy chest, covered with more brownish-red hair with a happy trail that led to his blue Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He got up, putting his feet on the ground, and stood up performing a morning stretch. Josh was still snoring away in the next room. Brad walked to the bathroom to release his morning bladder that was full to the brim like always. He had a rather large bladder that he was sometimes proud of. His stream was forceful and loud as it hit the water; some piss even splashed out of the toilet. Some morning farts also escaped out because he was so relaxed while releasing his bladder. It was now 4:45 and he only had about an hour to pack and be ready to walk out the door. He pulled down his boxer briefs and threw them into a pile of dirty laundry. He opened the drawer that contained his pretty extensive underwear collection. Brad liked to look good and feel comfortable, so he had several briefs, boxer briefs, compression boxers, and jockstraps. He thought about what he wanted to wear while on the flight. He hated sitting for long periods of time and wanted to be comfortable, so he decided to go with a white jockstrap. That might seem like an odd choice, but he loved how they felt and supported his junk. After he got them on, he proceeded to put on a pair of jeans, with a black belt, a white undershirt, and a majority red plaid button-up shirt that his mom had gotten him for Christmas. He pulled out a duffle bag and a backpack from under his bed to use for packing. He randomly shoved in underwear, pants, and shirts into the duffle bag not really caring what he was going to wear all week. He decided to put an extra set of clothes into his backpack because he knew life was unpredictable. He finished packing by putting all the essentials, like deodorant, into his duffle bag. By the time he was done and ready it was almost 6:00. Josh had woken up and was also ready to go, as he had packed everything a week earlier. “What’s up bro?” Josh asked his friend. “You packed and ready? I know how bad of a procrastinator you are!” Brad narrowed his eyes at the slight offense, but he knew it was true. “I actually finished earlier than I had planned for,” he quipped back. This wasn’t true, but he wanted to sound more mature. “I’ve already called Sandra to meet us up front.” Sandra was one of Josh’s classmates and they were study buddies for Computer Networking. “Good, I’m ready to hit the road,” Brad replied. They both grabbed their bags and headed down to the dorm’s entrance to wait for Sandra. They had planned earlier to not eat breakfast as they were gonna grab something quick to eat at the airport. Soon Sandra was pulling up in her 2005 Silver Toyota Corolla, and Brad and Josh put their bags in the trunk. The drive to the airport was about an hour and 45 minutes due to the morning traffic. The drive was mostly silent with the odd chit chat when Sandra asked questions about their trip. Finally they arrived at the entrance to the airport. Josh and Brad got out of the car and grabbed their bags saying goodbye and thank you to Sandra. Once inside they got their tickets from the automatic ticket machine. Flight 1139 from DTW to MIA, gate 17. Brad checked-in his duffle bag at the luggage drop off, as did Josh. Now began the tedious and annoying airport security line. Nothing interesting happened as they went through the process eventually making it through by 9:12. This was earlier than planned, but left them enough time to get breakfast and one last bathroom break. As they were walking down the terminal toward their gate, Brad saw a coffee shop and they decided to stop there. “What do you think you’re gonna get?” Brad questioned. “Uhhhh, I think I’m gonna get a croissant and maybe a green tea.” “Oooo, look at Mr Fancy over here!” “Well, what about you, Mr Peasant?” Josh fired back. “Hmm... I’m gonna get a sausage biscuit, a water, and a large coffee... because I’m hella tired.” Brad always drank a lot of water as it was a habit he got while playing hockey. “Sounds good!” They ordered, got their food and drink, and went to wait at their gate. Brad chugged his water almost immediately as he always did. When it came to his coffee he always took his time which seemed strange to Josh as he chugged almost everything else. It was about 10 minutes before boarding that Josh mentioned about using the bathroom before they board. Brad replied with, “Nah, don’t gotta go, and if I do I’ll just go on the plane.” Josh shrugged and went off to use the restroom one last time. Soon it was time to board. They were some of the last people to board so they knew they weren’t gonna get the best seats. As they entered the plane, most of the seats had already been taken. As they walked further into the packed plane, Josh spotted two seats near the back that were still available. They weren’t the best seats, as it was a middle and window seat. “I’ll take the window seat,” Brad declared. “I might take a nap as I’m still tired from waking up so early.” Brad put his backpack in the overhead bin and asked the woman sitting in the aisle seat if they could squeeze by. She shifted her knees and legs so Brad and then Josh could sit down. “We finally made it!” exclaimed Josh. Brad was too busy looking out the window to notice Josh’s excitement. “What?” Brad asked, not hearing the original statement. “I said we finally made it.” “Yeah, just 3 more hours till we’re in Miami!” Brad still not completely understanding what Josh said. A few minutes after sitting, the plane started moving, and the cabin crew began performing all the safety instructions. Josh paid complete attention, as he wanted to always be informed of things. Brad however wasn’t paying attention. In fact, he was already starting to doze off. Soon the plane started speeding up, getting ready to take off. The jolt awoke Brad, but only for a second, and within minutes of the plane taking off, he was asleep. While asleep, Brad was having a dream that he was watching one of his own hockey games, but he was in the stands while an imaginary double played in the game below. I guess he enjoyed hockey more than he was willing to admit! Around half-time in the dream game, Brad realized he had to go to the bathroom. He decided to get up from the bleachers and go in search, as his bladder was beginning to swell. He entered an area that was part of the arena, but it was more like a shopping mall. He walked down the hallway only seeing department stores selling stuff for the Christmas holiday. Still no bathrooms. He kept walking, almost jogging until all of a sudden he was in a garden store. He was still looking for a toilet hoping to find one in the artificial grass area. Nothing. Think Brad, think. Where was the bathroom? He continued walking through the garden store feeling the pressure from his bladder. Soon he came across the water sprinklers that were showcasing how well they watered the lawn. The “tsk tsk tsk tsk brrrrrrr” from the sprinkler just made Brad need to go even more. Where was the bathroom? Soon the store shook, just a little, like a small earthquake. It shook again. Soon Brad was awake realizing he was on a flight to Miami for Spring Break. The shaking in the dream was due to a little turbulence. Brad looked out the window to see some dark clouds that they were entering. “Hey, what time is it?” Brad asked groggily. “Huh? Finally awake I see. You were asleep for over 2 hours.” “Really? Wow.” Soon Brad realized that another part of his dream wasn’t a dream. His bladder was full – very full. All that water he had chugged earlier, along with the extra coffee, was finally hitting his bladder. He decided he should use the on-plane bathroom before they got any closer to their destination. “Hey Jo—” but all of a sudden the seat-belt light flashed on. “Hm? Were you gonna say something?” Josh questioned. “Never mind.” Brad replied sheepishly. This wasn’t good. Brad’s bladder was almost full, and still filling. He wasn’t worried as he had a large bladder. He could wait till the seat-belt light went off, or even possibly wait till they landed, which was only 30 minutes away. However, it might be close. For now, the only thing bothering him was the slight discomfort. A loud ding snapped Brad out of his thoughts, and then the captain's voice came over the speaker. “Good afternoon passengers, this is your captain speaking. We have some weather up ahead and might experience some slight turbulence. So please stay seated and we will be arriving shortly.” “Great,” Brad thought to himself. “Guess I’ll be holding it and using the bathroom in the terminal.” Hopefully there aren’t any more delays for Brad's sake.
  18. Today is your first day at your new school. You graduated high school and you are going to college for an engineering degree. You wake up late, and realize that you only have 15 minutes to make it across campus to class! You can feel a slight need to pee, but you're also quite hungry, and you reeeeally need a shower. Time to prioritize! A] Take a quick shower and throw on some sweats, barely making it to class in time B] Drop by the grab and go for some fruit on your way to class, again barely making it in time. C] Use the bathroom and leave for class, arriving early enough to get a good seat in the front.
  19. This happened junior year of college. It was the week before finals, and i sat in the library, studying on my laptop... i had drank plenty of coffee all day, to stay focused. It was late afternoon, and i had last peed just after lunch. I have been needing to piss for a long while, but ignored it. I was reluctant to get up to go because i would have to pack my laptop in my backpack and take it with me. It seemed like too much of a hassle. I was almost done studying anyway and would go home. I could wait until home... I remained absorbed in my work for a while longer. But i couldn't ignore my bladder anymore. I had to pee very urgently and suddenly! I took my backpack and my laptop, and headed to the library bathroom. Getting up, i felt an even stronger pee urge. I walked faster. When i got to the toilets, I saw a line for the only available single person toilet. I was too embarrased to wait in line, so i rushed to the nearby physics building. I walked as fast as i could without running. I was bursting! I had a lot of coffee and was being too focused to notice the urge until it was an absolute pee mergency'! When i got to the, thankfully empty, men's room, I hurried to the nearest urinal. I couldn't help squirming a little as i undid my pants. I held it way too long! I pissed a hard and desperate stream fot 40 seconds or so. Relief flooded over me as i pissed.
  20. I was recently reading an update regarding a local college. This college has dorms with common bathrooms separated by gender. Recently, their residence hall people sent a COVID update for the fall. Part of this was that using communal bathrooms must be scheduled in advance, like laundry or dining. How can they force-schedule bathroom breaks, and what if someone wakes up in the middle of the night and has to pee? It’ll be interesting to see how this plays out and any ensuing desperation or ‘accidents’ this causes, even if it was just typed oddly.
  21. Just got done with her college classes, Fluttershy thinks she's going to make it. Until reality set in. Thanks to Steamyart for the art

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