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  1. Howdy everyone! Some of my favorite stories on this site are the ones set in some kind of dystopian hellhole where there are laws prohibiting or restricting female urination - it's an exciting fantasy to think about, albeit a horrific human rights violation if applied in real life. This got me thinking, though, what about a society where there aren't necessarily these dystopian laws restricting restroom access, but holding is just kind of a peculiar custom that's been part of a culture for as long as anyone can remember? What if the people there don't really feel the need to pass any laws on the subject because that's just the way they've always done things? I wrote this little summary of a bizarre country with bizarre customs that others may find repulsive, but hey, that's just the way they like to live! - Bart Z. I come from a small island nation in the Indian Ocean called the Kingdom of Jalabhumi. We are quite remote and removed from the rest of the world, but we have gradually begun to open up to the world in recent years. Most people don’t even know our country exists, but the people who do know about us are always highly impressed by our unique culture and stunning natural landscapes. The people of Jalabhumi are a mix of the many different groups who settled on our island over the years, ancient navigators who came from Southern India, the eastern coast of Africa, Sumatra, and Java. The Jalabhumese language is Dravidian in origin, somewhat related to Malayalam, but with some Bantu and Austronesian elements. Our religion is polytheistic and unlike any other in the world. Our cuisine is largely based on fish, nuts, and fruits, with our island’s fertile soil producing the juiciest and sweetest fruits you can possibly imagine. Our society is highly matriarchal and our monarchy is matrilineal, with women largely dominating society and politics from the very earliest days of our country’s foundation. In fact, men were not even granted the right to vote until 1997, as our formerly reclusive nation gradually began to be exposed to the outside world. Women are traditionally viewed as the indispensable overseers of the country, mothers, matriarchs, and carriers of children. Men are viewed as the more dispensable, dedicated warriors willing to die to protect the nation and its women, collect food, and provide the seed for the next generation. As you can tell, our culture is extremely unique. However, quite possibly the most unique cultural trait about our country is something that often astonishes visitors more than anything else about us. Many who come here hate this practice, or think it’s a savage way of thinking by an “uncivilized” nation, but I have come to this website because I think I may have found the one group of people in the world who will appreciate this ancient custom so dear to us. You see, in our culture, it is viewed as socially unacceptable for women to urinate, at least in the manner and frequency that they do in most other parts of the world. Girls are trained to hold large amounts of liquid in their bladders from adolescence onwards. By the age of 20, a woman is expected to be able to go at least, at the very, VERY least, 48 hours of drinking a large volume of liquid without allowing one drop to escape her bladder. Women’s restrooms are practically nonexistent in this country and the majority of women adamantly oppose any effort to build any new ones to accommodate the growing tourist industry. Women here largely view unlimited access to urination as a barbaric and disgusting foreign custom, entirely alien to, and incompatible with Jalabhumese values. Foreigners who come here are often viewed as disrespectful for demanding more restrooms and for urinating openly in the sea and in the forests. While we are grateful for the increased volume of visitors who have come here in recent years to contribute to our economy, we only wish they could respect the local customs a little more and not try to impose their alien way of life on our country. This custom is not something we would normally even think about on a day to day basis. Jalabhumese women view a perpetually full bladder as a mundane part of daily living; part and parcel of the experience of womanhood. Free urination is considered to be a habit of men, an example of men’s perceived lack of self-control, whether sexually or otherwise. A woman’s ability to control her bladder shows dignity, discipline, and self-restraint. The only time we really think about our custom is when foreign women (or more rarely, the occasional undisciplined Jalabhumese woman) either urinates uncontrollably or complains about needing to urinate. To give an example in more familiar terms, it’s like how you might not think about how rude and uncivilized it is to belch or fart in polite company until you see someone doing it. Or perhaps if you see someone cough in someone’s face instead of covering their mouth. With our country’s newfound popularity amongst travelers, we have been forced to look inward and truly think about how different our customs are from other places. The custom of women holding their urine in rather than releasing it is an ancient one, and is even baked into Jalabhumi’s traditional religion and our national origin myth. On this island, we worship many gods and goddesses, but the highest among them is the great Goddess Anakketta. In the past, other gods were worshipped to a higher degree than they are today, but devotion to Anakketta has served us so well over the years that She is widely considered to be the symbol of the nation. According to the ancient texts, Anakketta was once a simple island girl born in a time dominated by men. In this time, everyone let their waters loose freely without any thought. Anakketta was considered a very strange girl because she would drink and drink and drink, her bladder would expand, and she would hold it all in. The men of the island were repulsed by her habits and made fun of her, but the women were impressed and many of them joined her. The men, frightened by their wives participating in such a strange activity, banished Anakketta to the hills and forbade their wives from keeping their bladders full. But one day, after a storm, an enormous tidal wave appeared, threatening to drown everyone on the island. The men who banished Anakketta realized they had no one else to turn to. They rushed to the hills and called upon her to save them. And so, she opened her mouth wide, swallowed the giant wave, and held back the flood. No matter how full her bladder got, she did not leak one drop. It was at this moment when the simple girl Anakketta became a goddess. As the men of the island bowed to Her and apologized for their mistake, She forgave them, but She also asked the islanders to abide by Her rules: She will continue to hold back the flood and protect the island, but she cannot do it alone. All women must help her by holding back their own floods. They must drink and drink and drink, let their bladders expand, and hold it all in, just as Anakketta had done for them. But the men objected. They told the Goddess that they couldn’t possibly hold in their waters the way women do. But Anakketta simply smiled, and answered that She does not need the help of men. Since the men have demonstrated that they do not have the spiritual strength that women do, they cannot be trusted to maintain discipline with such a task. So, the men of the island would be free to release their waters as much as they want, but as a consequence, they will lose their dominant position in society and the women would rule. The islanders all agreed to these terms, and thus, the nation of Jalabhumi was born. To this day, the Goddess Anakketta is believed to be a dam protecting Jalabhumi, and the women of the island are the maintenance workers, working hard to make sure She stays intact. Religious devotion to Anakketta is pervasive in all aspects of society. Obviously, a human woman cannot hold her urine forever like a powerful Goddess can. But when a Jalabhumese woman does eventually succumb to the inevitable need to empty her bladder, there is a ritual that must be done first. Jalabhumese women, typically in groups, will approach an altar dedicated to Anakketta and recite a prayer thanking Her for continuing to hold back the flood. Once finished, each woman will urinate into a container while praying to Anakketta to take on the liquid that they were unable to hold. The urine is then taken by a priestess to be poured into the ocean, which is believed to represent the infinite bladder capacity of the Goddess. Men such as myself, on the other hand, typically just pee into the ocean whenever we want. We do pray to Anakketta and thank her constantly for not giving us this burden. We are grateful for our wives and girlfriends and mothers and sisters for sacrificing comfort, and we devote ourselves to protecting them and making them happy. And of course, I won’t lie and say that most Jalabhumese men aren’t intensely attracted to a woman who can hold a lot of liquid for a long time. It is a major turn on for myself and many of my male friends to see a bulging bladder on a woman. While some of us are impressed by the beauty of foreign women, sorry ladies, but most Jalabhumese men won’t even approach women unless we can see how full your bladder is. We view women as the backbone of our society. They protect us spiritually, while we defend them physically. One such woman for whom the people of Jalabhumi have the utmost devotion, is our Queen, Archita Ottakam XIV. She is a member of the Ottakam dynasty, perhaps one of the oldest reigning dynasties in the world. Much like how the Emperors of Japan were traditionally believed to be the descendants of Amaterasu, we believe that the Queen of Jalabhumi is the direct descendant of Anakketta. Only women are allowed to reign as monarch, just as Anakketta commanded. It is often said that the royals of Jalabhumi have the most powerful bladders in the entire world. Queen Archita herself is said to only empty her bladder once every year - and while we often like to believe that for fun, we all know it’s just an exaggeration. However, her capacity is extremely impressive, even for Jalabhumese standards. She is often spotted in public sporting a humongous bladder bulge, making her look eight months pregnant. While seeing bladder bulges are extremely common in our country, hers is amongst the largest. Royal women are trained from an early age to expand their bladder capacities as much as possible. It takes an extreme amount of discipline and prayer to Anakketta. The women of this country adore and admire our Queen and seek to model themselves and their lives after her. We believe that our faith in the Goddess Anakketta and Her ability to hold back the flood has helped us remain an independent kingdom, uninterrupted by any foreign invaders for millennia. Throughout the colonial period, many a European empire tried to claim our island and failed spectacularly. First came the Portuguese, and then the Dutch, and then the French, and then the British. And one by one, we fought them off. As India, Africa, and Indochina fell prey to European forces, we held back the flood and remained a self-governing nation. In 1941, as other nations fell to the Japanese, we held back the flood. In 1961, when India invaded Goa, they also tried to invade us, but we held back the flood. Today, as China and the United States squabble for influence all over Asia, we hold back the flood. And it doesn’t even just end at protecting our nation from foreign invaders, but also from the danger of rising tides. Neighboring islands such as the Maldives, the British Indian Ocean Territory, and the Indian state of Lakshadweep are all in danger of sinking into the sea as climate change causes the sea level to rise. Yet despite our close proximity to these nations, our island is protected by its geography - it is high enough to avoid flooding and its hilly landscape gives us ample protection whenever a storm comes. We believe that Anakketta protects us by holding back the flood, and our continued maintenance of our tradition honors Her sacrifice to us. We owe all our respects to Anakketta, and thus, we continue to practice the tradition that we believe honors Her and the protection She bestows. This is why we hold this custom so closely to our hearts. It is as important to the Jalabhumese religion as it is for Muslims to avoid eating pork - such a custom may seem strange to outsiders, but if you come from an Islamic background, you’d be just as shocked to see someone who professes to be a Muslim eating bacon as I would be to see a Jalabhumese woman shamelessly emptying her bladder. As I have said, you all here on omorashi.org are probably one of the only groups of people who appreciate and respect our unique custom for what it is. I hope to one day see some of you in my country, and to participate in our ancient customs! Please let me know if there are any questions you have about my country. I would be happy to answer! Thank you.
  2. Howdy everyone! Here's a story I just sort of jotted down a couple days ago after getting baked and listening to a whole ton of 60's psychedelic and folk rock. I feel like I got kind of lazy towards the end, and I'm not entirely sure where the story is going to go next but hopefully you all enjoy the premise! Feel free to give me suggestions on where to take the story....I'm not really planning anything in advance, just letting the story come the way it comes. Enjoy! The Hippie with the Iron Bladder Los Angeles, 1967 “Hallways and staircases every day to climb, to go up to my white walled room out on the end of time,” rang Gene Clark’s poetic serenade of adoration, accompanied by the soaring harmonies of David Crosby and Jim McGuinn. McGuinn’s jangly Rickenbacker solo filled the room with a warm, bright sound, to which a young flower child by the name of Tess Karuna blissfully awoke. The skinny, long-haired, bearded guitarist she had just spent the night with was nowhere to be found, but the scent of bacon and pot smoke coming from the kitchen was a pretty clear indication of where he had gone. Tess rolled out of bed and slipped into her underwear. She was almost tempted to use the toilet on her way out. Almost. Tess swayed into the kitchen and leaned up against the support beam. Her date, looking just as disheveled and ruggedly handsome as he had when she’d first laid her eyes on him at his band’s show the night before, stood at the stove in nothing but his underpants, cooking bacon and eggs with one hand and holding a joint in the other. She stared at his ass while he subtly swayed his hips to the Byrds. Meanwhile, she was swaying her hips too, but for a slightly different reason. It had been over 12 hours since she had last emptied her bladder. This was something that Tess regularly did - she frequently attended rock concerts and would never even think of using the toilets at a show. They were always disgusting, and she knew she was capable of holding it for long periods of time anyway. This time, she hadn’t anticipated that she’d end up in bed with one of the band members. She felt it kind of rude to just use some guy’s toilet without him offering it first. Tess walked up to her date and smacked his ass. “Good morning handsome,” Tess said, smirking at him. “Oh, hey,” he said, smiling back. “Gonna share?” Tess asked, gesturing to the joint in his hand. He handed it to her. She took a deep drag of smoke and held it in for a few seconds before coughing her lungs away. Each cough felt like a knife stabbing her directly in the bladder, and she had to cross her legs to keep herself from pissing all over her date’s shag carpet. “You’re gonna really feel that in a minute,” the slacker musician laughed. He grabbed one of the two glasses of water he had already poured for himself and Tess, and handed it to her. “Here.” he said. Tess gulped the water down. It helped a little, but she knew her bladder would not be happy with her for filling it up even more instead of emptying it like it desperately wanted her to do. Nothing Tess couldn’t handle. She’d been fuller before. Tess had always had a mindset that she was the one who controls her bladder, not the other way around. There was no way just a little more water would be enough for Tess to give in to those animalistic urges. No, she was far more preoccupied thinking about her other animalistic urges. Her date was exactly her type. Just scraggly enough to turn her on, just well put-together enough to be presentable in public. Both were hippies; children of the counterculture. He was a member of a local rock and roll band trying to make it big. They called themselves The Waterfalls, a name that their lead guitarist and primary songwriter, the man whose house Tess was in, thought was dumb and uncreative. Tess, for her part, loved it. She had always been into musicians. The sex had been phenomenal, and just thinking about it was making her wet. “You hungry?” he asked as he turned the stove off and prepared two plates of eggs and bacon. Of course, she couldn’t say no. “Starving,” Tess responded. “Table’s over there,” her date gestured. “You like coffee?” Although the thought of even more liquids entering her bladder made Tess shudder just a little, she desperately needed some caffeine to cure her hangover. “Love it,” she responded as she sat down at the table. Tess felt bad, since although the two of them had really hit it off the previous night, dropped some acid, talked about philosophy and the universe, and made love like animals while listening to the brand new, and utterly mind-blowing Beatles record, she didn’t think she ever bothered to learn his name. As he came over with the plates and coffee, she opened her mouth to ask him. “You know,” he said before Tess could utter a single word. “I’m sorry, but….we were so caught up in the moment last night that….” “You didn’t ask my name,” Tess said with a smirk. Her date looked incredibly embarrassed. He didn’t seem like the type to just shag a girl and boot her out the door. “It’s Tess,” she said. “Tess Karuna.” He smiled and sat down on the side of the table adjacent to hers. As he ate his bacon, he almost didn’t notice Tess looking at him expectantly. After a few seconds, he realized his mistake. “Oh um….” he stammered. “Wait….I didn’t….? Um.” Tess simply looked at him and waited for his response. “Stephen,” he finally said. “…..McAdams.” “You know, you’re going to have to introduce yourself to your fans every now and then if you ever want to be a famous rock and roll star,” she sardonically remarked. Stephen was definitely embarrassed. He really did like her. He supposed he had been too high on psychedelics to ask such an important question as a girl’s name. Tess was his type just as much as he was hers. She stood at barely five feet, with a swarthy complexion, long black hair, and thick hips. She seemed racially ambiguous - possibly a little Indian or possibly even Polynesian in there. He had also noticed her stomach bulging out slightly below her navel, something that he thought was unusual but still, the curves of her body really turned him on. Even the way she was eating her breakfast was appealing to him. She was just beautiful in every way. “I’m just playing with you,” said Tess. “Your band is really good.” “Thanks, I really appreciate it,” Stephen said, smiling. Tess tried to hold it back, she really did. But she just couldn’t control it - it just came out right then. She just started laughing uncontrollably. Her bladder, still immensely full, was not taking too kindly to Tess’ giggle fit. “What’s so funny?” Stephen asked. Tess suddenly became extremely self-conscious. Stephen was right - that pot really did hit her hard. She was totally, completely stoned. That was alright for her. Tess absolutely loved getting high, especially when her bladder was full. The sensation of desperately needing to piss just felt a whole lot more pleasurable when she was totally zonked. She had inadvertently tied her legs into a knot and was slightly bouncing in her chair. Every contraction of her diaphragm was another shock to her bladder. Her piss was desperately trying to come out and she had to hold on with everything she had to prevent herself from soaking Stephen’s furniture. “You alright, Tess?” Stephen asked, starting to chuckle a bit himself. “Stephen. I am so fucking high right now,” Tess replied with a giggle, looking directly into Stephen’s eyes. Stephen took her cues. He placed his hand on her thigh and leaned in to kiss her. As soon as his lips reached hers, she threw her arms around Stephen and straddled him in his chair, furiously making out. She reached into his underpants and started stroking his cock. Tess wanted Stephen’s dick inside her so badly. She was definitely fuller than she’d been the night before, clearly the result of all the beers they had drunk before passing out in his bed. Sex was always better to Tess the fuller her bladder was - and she was definitely as full and as horny as she could possibly imagine. Unfortunately, this excitement wouldn’t last very long. “Oh, shit!” Stephen suddenly said. “Shit! It’s past noon already!” “What’s wrong?” Tess asked. “I’m late for band practice,” he said. “Fuck, this is the fifth time I’ve done this this month. The guys are gonna be so pissed off at me.” Tess slid off of him, a little disappointed. “You’d better get going then, huh?” Stephen sighed, equally disappointed. He really liked her and badly wanted to fuck her again. “Hey,” he said. “Why don’t you come to band practice? You can meet the guys and everything.” “Oh, I dunno,” she said skeptically. Tess really didn’t want to be that girl who just hangs out at band practice. She knew how some bands get when one of their members is always bringing their girlfriend around. She didn’t want to intrude. “It’s okay,” Stephen said. “The other guys bring their girlfriends all the time. It’s no big deal.” Tess blushed hearing the word “girlfriend”. After all, they barely knew each other. They didn’t even know each other’s names until just a moment ago. She assumed, though, that he didn’t really mean anything by it. “Alright then,” she said. “I’ll come.” “Okay, cool,” Stephen said with a smile. “Okay, uh, I’m gonna take a leak, get dressed, grab my guitar, and then we’ll head out, alright?” “Sounds like a plan,” Tess replied, as Stephen headed towards the bathroom. Tess was completely unprepared for the sound of Stephen’s piss loudly cascading into the toilet. It was almost as if he knew. What if he did know? What if he knew how badly she needed to piss and was deliberately pissing as loud as he possibly could just to torment her? Of course, she had no idea if he really knew, but the thought alone was enough to turn her on. As he emerged, she quickly slipped on her flowery dress. She watched Stephen as he dressed himself. He really didn’t put on much of anything other than a white t-shirt and a pair of slightly worn-out jeans. That’s what she liked about him. “Ready to go?” he asked. She considered pissing for a second. Her bladder was incredibly full and she was still really stoned. But she decided to make the excuse for herself that there was no time. Stephen was already late. She didn’t want to hold him up any longer. Besides, she’d been fuller before. This was nothing Tess couldn’t handle. “Let’s go,” she said. And with that, they jumped in his car and zoomed off. To be continued if y’all like it! Bart Z
  3. I've seen some of this young lady's videos, and I just came across this one today...she's in the yard playing with her kittens and folding clothes, while holding a wickedly full bladder. This is great desperation, it reminds me of Snuppa back in the day. I love how she's determined to ignore the increasingly urgent signals from her bladder-notice the delightful pee pee dance she's doing. From Pornhub. https://nl.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d601718c0519
  4. So this is one of the times where I’ve deliberately attempted to hold it, and one of the few times where I’ve done it at school. This happened around a similar time as my other story, and while I remember this one fairly well I don’t remember all the details and I’m choosing to adapt this into a fanfiction for the extra creative freedom it offers. I also expect it’ll get read by more people if I put it in this forum, but that’s not the main reason. Anyway, I’m mainly posting this now instead of working on my other stories because I randomly remembered this earlier today when writing Ending 2 of my first fanfiction and don’t want to forget it again, and starting this will serve as a reminder. Intro: *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* The loud annoying sound of an alarm forced me to wake up. I jumped out of bed and ran over to my desk, pressing the button on one of my two 1970’s radio alarm clocks, and checked the time on my iPad. ”6:04. Typical. I guess it’s losing accuracy with age.” I said aloud, and a minute later my other 1970’s radio alarm clock burst into life, playing whatever station I’d tuned it into last night. I awknoledged that this alarm was even more innacurate, having gone off a whole 5 minutes late. I opened my wardrobe, took out my unform and placed it on my chair. I put on a pair of pajamas that I quite liked at the time, and headed downstairs, carrying my iPad and an empty mug of tea I forgot to take down the night before. ”I wish I’d managed to get that Teasmade off of my Nan before she chucked it.” I thought to myself, carrying the mug that I knew I’d have to manually make tea in. (To those who don’t know, the Teasmade was a device that would make you a cup of tea in the morning, that was once very common in Britain. I’ve been meaning to acquire one for quite a while, [since I was 5] but I don’t have one yet.) I walked into the kitchen, and started preparing my breakfast. I also boiled the kettle and started my tea. About 8 minutes later, the tea was ready, and I drank that, started another one and returned to the breakfast. It’s worth mentioning at this point that this story comes from around 6 years ago, when I was 12 and was in Year 9 of my secondary school. I’ve gone into detail about this in my other irl-based story, but Year 9 was an important year of my school life as I turned around things massively after discovering my autism 2 years prior, and finally sorted things out properly and accepted it as part of me. It’s also worth mentioning that nothing really sexual or anything happens in this story, so no laws will be broken. Anyway, about half an hour later my breakfast was ready, I took it and ate it in the dining room with my cup of tea. I drank this mug shortly after finishing my breakfast, and unusually began a third mug. Normally, I wouldn’t have drunk that mug I made earlier until my breakfast was ready, but I felt quite tired that morning and I needed it to wake me up. So, as a result I’d had to make 3 mugs this morning. I wasn’t too bothered by this, although my bladder didn’t really like it. Interestingly, as I’ve elaborated on in my other irl-based story, my morning routine didn’t include a bathroom break until after I set off for school, so I hadn’t been since last night. Strangely enough, even though now when I think of this routine I image how it would to hold it deliberately, but I’m pretty certain back then I only (or at least, I only consciously) did it because I wanted to go before school so I wouldn’t need to go during lessons as I explained in my other post. Now, I expect I subconsciously was enjoying it but didn’t remember this as I thought it was weird. After finishing my third mug, I took it upstairs and placed it in my desk, got undressed, and had a shower. I really had to go in the shower, but on today especially I held it in and focused on washing. I had a plan today. Normally, at school I’d use the bathrooms once or sometimes twice. However, back in primary school I used to hold it all day. I knew the reason for this was because I drank a whole lot more now than back then, but nonetheless I thought it would be an interesting challenge to see how long I could go before I had to pee. Again, I expect that a big part of this was my fetish but at least consciously back then I was just considering it an idea to see how I could do. Of course, I expect subconsciously my fetish was influencing things. After my shower, I brushed my teeth, and then did my hair. I have some lovely long golden brown hair, and I must say it looks very good. It was much shorter back then, but it still felt amazing to brush through it immediately after washing it. I put my panties back on, and I then headed back to my room, checking the time on my iPad. ”7:20. I have about half an hour before school.” I thought to myself, and wondered what to do. I considered playing on my Super Nintendo, but the SCART wasn’t plugged in and I didn’t want to have to plug it in as it was a difficult task due to the constraints of my setup. I also considered playing on my Mega Drive, it was plugged in, but the only game I could access without moving a bunch of stuff was my copy of Sonic the Hedgehog, but it lacked a save feature and I knew I’d need more than half an hour to beat. My PlayStation wasn’t plugged in either so I ignored that. After some thought, I just grabbed a VHS off the shelf, placed it into the VCR and turned on my television; watching that instead. Now, you are probably wondering what on earth I’m writing: “VHSs, a Super Nintendo, a Mega Drive, and a Playstation, but at the same time you have an iPad? What year are you setting this in?” Well, actually I’m still setting this in 2012, 6 years ago. It just so happens that I have a collection of obsolete technology. Some people have described me as an eccentric collector for this, others consider me some kind of “Old-Technology Otaku”, but really I just have an appreciation for older technology and love trying to find out how it works and just generally enjoy it. My collection includes a number of old things, an old but high-quality Sony VCR, 2 Vinyl Record players, one of which works, a Super Nintendo, a SEGA Mega Drive, a Playstation 1 & 2, a ZX Spectrum, a massive amount of old VHSs ranging from late-70’s to mid-2000’s, a few cassettes and other tape formats like MiniDV, and the pride of my collection: an old CRT television. I use it for playing my old consoles and watching tapes, but I plan to upgrade it soon as it’s just an old shadow mask TV-VCR from 2000, and it’s getting very old. As such, unlike basically everyone else on the planet pulling a VHS off of a shelf and playing it is still a perfectly normal thing to do. End of Intro Chapter 1: As the tape played I drank my third mug of tea and I started really wishing I hadn’t had that first mug of tea upon going downstairs. I was feeling quite uncomfortable by now but I didn’t want to go because I knew if I went now I wouldn’t be able to go before I left. I tried to take my mind off of things by focusing on the tape: an old recording of an old anime, I think it was actually Kanon (2006) rather amusingly, as I’ve been writing an omofic about that exact anime. I don’t remember exactly how I got a hold of this recording, as I don’t think it actually was from 2006. Instead, I think it was a test recording I’d done and kept because it worked perfectly. You might be wondering what on earth I was doing even back then watching a VHS when 1080p .mp4 files exist, and you’d be right that they are superior, but there’s just something magical about that feeling you get upon inserting the tape, plus the warm feeling you get from the rich colours of the CRT that glow from the phosphorescence and the slight flicker as the electrons are fired into the phosphors through the shadow mask create a lovely nostalgic experience. You’d be surprised how brilliant a tape can look when played through high-quality equipment. Enough of my old technology, as the minutes ticked down until when I would leave for school and I could finally use the bathroom my need felt worse and worse. I started to fan my legs, putting my hand between them occasionally. I tried to distract myself, which helped a little. By 7:30, 20 more minutes until I could go, I was dancing in my seat, and within 5 more minutes my legs were crossed. ”Ugh... why did I drink so much...? I shouldn’t have had all that tea, and I’ve been holding onto all that juice since last night...” I said, putting a hand between my legs. I managed to endure it until 7:45, which left me with a mere 5 more minutes until I was going to get and finally relieve myself. I could feel my 3 comically-oversized mugs of tea pressing against me, making my bladder feel like an overfull balloon, and when I got up to rewind my tape and put it away I could feel it all sloshing inside me. Despite my growing desperation, even back then part of me wanted to cross my legs even tighter, and try to see how long I could possibly hold it in for, and nowadays I probably would, but back then, just before I had school I drowned out this part of me with thoughts of how much I wanted to go when it was time to leave. Getting up had helped, but I still felt desperate. ”I have to keep holding... just for another few minutes... come on... come on...! I feel like I’m going to explode...” Luckily, just as I was about to spurt a bit my clock ticked over to 7:45 and I stopped squirming in front of my VHS shelf and ran out of my room towards the bathroom. In the doorway, feeling my bladder bulging painfully and the liquid within sloshing like water in an overfull bucket; about to overflow. I made it in, and stood by the door briefly. My mind was conflicted, do I hold on a bit longer and see how much more I can take, or do I sit down and finally empty it out? In the end I removed my panties and sat down, after a sudden urge caused me to nearly lose control of my bladder, and I felt it all come pouring out. I then pulled back up my panties and walked back into my bedroom, and got dressed into my uniform. Feeling amazing after such relief, I grabbed my bag and set off for school, looking forward to seeing the results of my plan. End of Chapter 1: So I know a lot of that was just explanation about myself, but this is only the first chapter. The real story doesn’t get started until number 2, when I begin my challenge of holding it until I can get home. Hopefully you guys enjoyed that look into myself, and I hope you enjoy the rest of this when I post it, which will probably be after at least one of my other stories are completed.
  5. Since my roommate is gone for the week, I decided to have some fun. I live very close to a cemetery, which gives me a nice place to walk around at night without being seen by anyone. A perfect chance to be desperate! So, I drank water on the hour and peed as often as I had to for a few hours, slipped a suppository laxative in once the preparation time was up, and took a water bottle with me on a late night walk. The cemetery is a few minutes walk from my house, and as I make my way over there, I pass by a lot of apartments and houses. It's an exciting though that if I have an accident, I'll have to walk past them all again with the evidence clear on my pants. My bladder was already starting to fill itself up, and I was starting to feel the urge to poop, but it wasn't nearly strong enough to make me stop walking. The thing with suppository laxatives is that they can make me desperate in as little as five minutes, and I've messed myself after only 10 minutes with them before. The urge steadily built up as I made my way over to the cemetery gates, and I knew there was no turning back once I was there. I sipped from my water bottle, and walked down the looping trail. I wanted to make a full loop around the cemetery without turning around, and it was a lot harder than it sounds. When I have to go, it gets harder to walk up hill, and there are a lot of hills on that path. I started to push my thighs together as I walked, because the urge was only getting more intense as I went on, and I was only just halfway done with the walk, but I wasn't even sure if I could make it back out of the gates clean at this point. My stomach was growling, and I had to focus my energy not to leak. I kept myself from grabbing myself, but I didn't even know if I wanted to grab my crotch or my backside, I had to go so bad from both of them. It was getting harder to walk, and when I finally got out of the cemetery again and started crossing the street, there were tears in my eyes. I wasn't home yet, though. I still had to walk past all the houses. At this point, I was practically waddling back to the house, trying to keep my butt clenched and my bladder held at the same time. It felt like my bladder was just filling up every few seconds, and I let out a tiny leak. I froze. I had planned on having an accident, but now I was determined to hold it, since I had already made it so far. I could walk again after a minute, and I kept on, even though my thighs were practically glued together. Surprisingly, I made it to the front door of my apartment without incident, but when I pulled out my keys, I let out a spurt. I thought I was done for, that I was going to have a latchkey accident, but I was able to get myself back under control, unlock the door to the apartment, and walk down the stairs as casually as I could, even though I was dancing as I opened the door to my unit. When I got inside, strangely, the urge seemed to subside, enough for me to take off my shoes and coat, put my keys down, and put my phone on the charger. I decided to ride the reprieve and see how long I could hold from here, and went to sit down at my desk. Big mistake. As soon as I sat down, the urge returned at full force, and I had to sprint to the bathroom. When I got inside and shut the door, it was too late. I could feel myself starting to go. My bladder was still held tight as a vice, but I was standing there and starting to mess myself. I wouldn't be able to pull my pants down for the toilet, so I hopped in the shower, and held on for as long as I could. It wasn't more than a few seconds. My bladder went first, but my bowels weren't far behind. I was standing when I started to wet, but I squatted practically against my will when I had to mess, and it came out fast. I was wearing some very tight boxers, and they bulged behind me before pushing the mess right up back against myself. It hurt, but it felt so good, I didn't once stop to think about stopping to do it in the toilet instead. Not until I was almost done, and the mess I had already made was preventing me from going anymore in my pants. I pulled them off, dropped what I could in the toilet, and finished there before cleaning up. Honestly, after the fact, I'm sad it's over so soon. I'll definitely be doing this again.
  6. Hey everyone. Here's a new story in a new series. I guess I'm back. But before anything else, I wanted to let you know a few things up front: 1) I wrote this purely for the fun of it. So it may well please me and no one else. 2) As part of that fun, this is basically a romance novella with some sexy bits. Since the sexy bits happen to be my desperation kink, and some of you are familiar with my work, omo.org is still the best site for it, but if you wanted a lot of hot hot omo action... eh, this may be a disappointment. There are, count 'em, three pee scenes so far. Peeing is a recurring undercurrent, but the love story comes first. (What can I say? The pandemic got me lonely...) 3) This is looooooooooooooo *sips water* ooooooooong. 26,000 words... and counting. 4) I haven't abandoned my other storyline with Zephyr and all, but this is the main project I'm working on for omo right now. Frankly I feel a lot more at home writing about awkward-but-cute hetero love stories than I feel writing about a possibly-unscrupulously-polyamorous lesbian harem. I'm just weird that way, I guess. 5) There are two more stories drafted after this one, but I don't know how often I'll be able to post in the near future. So while I would usually spin this tale out over a couple weeks, you're getting it all at once! So with all those disclaimers out of the way... meet Bree. I hope you like her, despite everything. --------------------------------------------------------------- Okay, Bree thought as she zipped up her sleeping bag, so this is happening. Who knew something as innocent as a quick pee break in the woods could start something like this? Though really, it hadn’t been so innocent. Shorts down around my knees… how good a look did he really get? Definitely not good enough! And I want to get a good look at him… I’ve wanted to look at him since that very first day…
  7. So I posted about an hour ago in the live action thread, and since then I've had several things to do around the house so I'm just now getting around to telling the story. My parents went out this evening. Normally they only go to dinner and while that is a pretty long time it's not enough to do a full hold, at least not a good one. But today they went to church and dinner, which means they were gonna be gone for around five hours. (They're still gone as I type this, actually.) I had drunk some tea at lunch and that always makes me have to piss like a racehorse, so when I learned they were going to church I was already sort of desperate (around one in the afternoon) and I got really excited. Do you ever just sometimes absolutely crave a hold? Like, that fucking.... stretched, bloated sensation? The 'barely hanging on' feeling? I need it sometimes, really badly. And I've been needing it for a while now but since I still live at home I don't have many opportunities. So I snatched this one up. I held my tea for a while, but I started needing to go the other way and that doesn't do anything for me so I had to stop holding and go. Shortly after that my parents left (around two forty-five) and I drank three glasses of water in about twenty minutes. My plan was to space it out so it would fill slowly and I wouldn't feel sick. I ended up having to go again right before four, which was frustrating, but I also didn't really need to pee at that time so I figured my bladder would fill back up soon. I'd already held the tea and now three more glasses of water so my kidneys were working, and that always helps. After the second time I drank another (fourth) glass of water. Then I took my dog out for his supper and his walk at four and while I was walking him I started feeling the liquid hitting my bladder. We had gotten maybe a block from my house and I was suddenly at a 6/10. I don't like voyeurism at all but there were a lot of people out in their yards and it was sort of interesting to know that I needed to pee but they had no idea. It wasn't so bad I needed to walk slowly or anything, but I could definitely feel the urge. My dog is old, so he walks slowly, and he likes to take very long walks. So by the time I got home it was about a quarter to five, and I was at a 7/10. It's super hot and humid where I live so I drank two more glasses of water (six) and then a glass of tea, because I was starting to feel a little sick from the water. So now I was up to seven glasses cycling through me, four glasses currently if you only count the ones I'd drank since my last trip to the bathroom. I was sitting down at my laptop and I didn't feel anything much, so I stood up, and right away my bladder got heavier. I stood for a while in the living room trying to decide what to do, and then I had a kind of brilliant idea. I never have any stakes to holding. I'm never in public and there's never a reason for me not to go. It can get kind of boring. But since I'm home alone I had to cook my dinner, and I suddenly realized I could cook, then go. I filled the pot with water and my bladder was pretty much instantly like "oh, it's like that, huh". I went from about a 7 to an 8/10 in probably five minutes. I drank another glass of water. And then another. It was hitting me all at once, and suddenly I couldn't stand up straight. I had to reach into the cabinet to get some salt and my bladder stretched with me and I gasped out loud. The water wasn't even fully warmed up yet and I was already hunched over and shaking. I walked back to my laptop. I sat on the floor and it was difficult to get my knees to bend enough. Sitting took some of the pressure off my bladder, and I think around then is when I made my first post in the live action thread. I fucked around for a bit on YouTube to distract myself, then I got up and whoa. Everything, every single drop of liquid I'd consumed between four and five-thirty, was now in my bladder. It was stretched tight under my jean shorts. I physically couldn't straighten up. I had to walk a little bit cross legged, and as I was walking to check on my water I felt a tiny dribble let out into my underwear. That has absolutely never happened to me before. I was shocked; I figured it happened because I was moving around so much. The water still wasn't fucking boiling but I was standing in the kitchen with my hand shoved between my legs, thighs squeezed tightly together, bouncing. I started to moan and whimper a little bit. My bladder was so, so swollen and full. It felt like all the liquid inside was shoving itself against the muscle wall, straining to get out. I danced around and held myself and whined. The water was taking its sweet time on the stove so I went as fast as I could into my room and snapped a picture. I put it in the live thread but I'll put it here as well: Then I hobbled back into the front of the house. The water was finally boiling so I poured in my pasta and I stirred a couple times. As I limped back out (thighs squeezed together so tightly my legs were sore) I leaked again. It was still more of a dribble than anything and honestly it might've been my imagination but the throb in my bladder was so sharp I had to stop for a second, doubled over, gasping, twisting my body around. I was shaking all over, dragging my hands down my thighs again and again. I've absolutely never been that desperate before. I had to pee so, so, so badly. I shuffled with my thighs still stuck together back to the laptop to update the live thread and upload that pic, but I couldn't sit all the way down. Fuck, it hurt so much; my poor, swollen bladder was absolutely stretched to its limit. I crouched down to type and I had to kneel; I bent to reach the keyboard and my bladder throbbed insistently between my legs. Fuck I had to go. I was moaning and dragging my hand down my thigh as I struggled to type with shaking hands. When I tried to stand back up it was torture. My bladder was dragging me down to the floor, spasms shooting through the muscle. It felt like I was holding a ten-pound fishbowl and could barely keep it from tipping over. I limped back into the kitchen, stirred the pasta, checked its consistency. It needed more salt. I tried to straighten up enough to reach the cabinet and my bladder throbbed so hard I had to double back up, legs crossed as tightly as I could make them. "I have to pee," I whined, "oh fuck, I have to fucking go..." I managed to get the salt and pour it in but putting it back up was extremely difficult. I realized I couldn't keep walking from the stove to the laptop, and my pasta was cooking pretty fast anyway, so I decided to stay in the kitchen. I was squirming around and whining, almost on the verge of tears. My bladder was spasming again and again. I took another drink of water, not a full glass, but enough. It was so bad. "I'm going to have an accident," I whimpered to myself as I took out a fork and napkin for my dinner. "I'm going to wet myself, I can't hold it..." I must've said the word 'fuck' to myself about sixty times in five minutes. I needed the bathroom so badly. I checked the pasta about three more times before it was done. My whole body was twisted up and bent double from the enormous pressure on my bladder. I had my legs crossed almost double and my hands kept shoving down my thighs, trying hard not to hold myself because I was handling food. I limped from the stove to the sink to drain the pasta and those three steps were almost too much. The sound of water running has never done much for me when I'm desperate but the sight of it coming out in that steady, clear stream was unbearable. I was dancing and shaking, shifting my weight frantically from one foot to the other. I fanned my thighs in and out a few times to try and relieve the pressure and I could barely move. I put the pot on the stove again and shuffled/limped/hobbled back to my laptop to post a final update on the live thread. Then I limped as fast as humanly possible to the bathroom. I couldn't shut the door. I absolutely did not have time; I tried, and when it wouldn't shut I knew I couldn't keep trying. I rushed to the toilet. I lifted the lid. I wrenched my shorts down; I almost couldn't get them off. I sat as fast as I could and I was almost peeing before I was fully seated. I was so full I couldn't even feel relief for a few seconds. The stream came out pretty slowly, but it was steady. I counted; I peed for a minute and seven seconds. It started trickling off around fifty seconds but it kept coming out in spurts after, and then I sat still for another thirty seconds or so and squeezed out the rest. When I stood up I didn't even feel fully empty. I flushed and washed my hands, and I went and ate my dinner. I had to pee again within about ten minutes of going, but I made myself eat everything first. The tea I had with dinner rushed through me but I was still fine up until I went to the bathroom again. I started pulling my shorts off and my need went from like a 7 to a 10 in .000003 seconds. It was that same pulsing desperation from earlier. I almost couldn't sit in time. I took my dog for his evening walk and started filling up again about halfway through. Now I'm home and I've had to pee the whole time I've been typing this, so I'm going to go get some more much-needed relief. What a good fucking hold.
  8. I've seen some of this Russian lady's other videos on the Omorashi forum, but haven't seen this one before. She's holding a wickedly full bladder while wearing a nice dress. https://xhamster.com/videos/soaking-dress-before-going-out-13542498#
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