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  1. The thing about Daniel Ellen shook Oleksandr’s hand and smiled. She’d promised to help him and his family and whatever was said in this afternoon’s meeting she planned to honour that promise. They’d already endured so much and none of this was their fault. She’d only hoped her words had been translated well enough for him to understand. She was only a charity representative but she was the best he and his family had to get a roof over their heads, a place to call home at last. Checking her notes briefly Ellen made her way through the crowded dining area of the large cruise ship, past security, and down the long walkway to the car park at the far end of the dock. Turning around briefly as she opened her driver’s door she took one last look at the huge vessel that had been docked in her own city for almost a year now. A contracted cruise ship from abroad brought in to house hundreds of family’s just like Oleksandr’s who came on the promise of a fresh start but found themselves stranded, homeless and lost in a country many had only vaguely heard of before. Refugees of war but now political pawns as the contract for the only place they could call ‘home’ was coming to an end leaving families homeless and lost all over again. Ellen sighed deeply as she set on her way to the ‘big meeting’ as she’d put it in her diary. As she navigated through the city traffic towards the hotel conference room she thought about the families she’d already helped to find accommodation: A few with sponsors, most with social housing and some with private landlords. The smile on their faces as they unlocked front doors and saw several rooms that they could call home always left her emotional. Places many others from her own country would turn their noses up at had kids dancing with excitement at the thought of having a room of their own. What a privilege it was to play some part in helping them, even if at times the stress made her feel ill. Ellen parked and took a moment to gather her thoughts. Maybe she should have dressed a bit smarter than her leggings and long flowing top? Should she have tied back her shoulder length wavy brown thick hair to look more business like? It was out of her comfort zone but should she have done it anyway? Would any of that even make a difference? Her mind was a whirr as she locked her car and walked towards the building getting a fright when she heard the quiet voice behind her. “They really should have these things in office hours don’t you think?” Ellen smiled before she even turning around. Quiet, unassuming, but hard working Daniel met her gaze as they both continued walking towards the reception. Daniel, as always, was in his dark grey suit with an open at the collar crisp white shirt. His black hair was neatly shaved at the sides but bushier at the top and his dark skin reflected the light from the strong fluorescent strip lights above. He was everything she wasn’t in terms of personality and attire, his voice soft to her loud, his smartness to her comfortable, his unassuming to her abrasiveness, his timidness to her assertiveness. Yet Daniel was one she trusted, one she knew was honest and fair and one who got the job done. His air of authority seemed at odds with his quiet ways but he was respected and respectful and Ellen needed him onside tonight more than ever if she wanted to keep her promise to Oleksandr and his wife and son and the long list of others still living in limbo on the cruise ship. As they stood patiently at the reception desk Ellen felt there was something different about Daniel tonight. He seemed distracted, nervous, even a little uncomfortable. As he spoke in his usual low tone to sign them in Ellen naughtily couldn’t help having a little sneak peek at his bottom as he leaned over the desk a little. They were friends, sort of colleagues even, but there was no harm in having a bit of fun was there? He was a fit man after all with a very cute derrière which seemed to wiggle slightly as he wrote. He turned and smiled at her as if he somehow knew what she’d done, though his smile was more tense than usual even though his eyes were wide and shining. As Ellen stepped forwards to follow Daniel through towards the meeting room she almost walked right into him as he paused momentarily and glanced around the reception as if looking for someone or something. The thing about Daniel was he that he only ever spoke up when it was absolutely necessary and Ellen knew that whatever it was he was looking for she’d only ever find out if he deemed it absolutely essential for her to know. Right now that obviously wasn’t the case.
  2. Ok after literally being on this site for 2 years now I decided to finally contribute something. Basically I will be sharing holding ideas and things which at least for me, make holding way more enjoyable. I find that usually when I do holds it's not very fun and more painful than anything which is incredibly annoying if you have a strong bladder, but i'm here to fix that. Btw i'm a male. I'll start off by categorizing 3 types of holding based off of how they feel and what you need to do to achieve it. 1. Normal Hold 2. Bladder Exploding 3. Trying To Keep It In 1. This is usually the type of hold where you don't drink an unnatural amount of water and just try to hold as long as possible. It's most likely to happen in real life where you aren't holding on purpose. Now for me, I have never wet myself by doing this and most of the time just go to the bathroom because it hurts. I use my hands to help me hold not because I don't want to leak but more to minimize the pain. I really enjoy watching videos of people doing this but not really doing it myself. This is definitely be recommended for you if you're incredibly into the desperation side of holding while still having fun with a chance to wet yourself. 2. "Bladder Exploding" is exactly what this feels like. Basically instead of the pressure of the pee being where it's supposed to be it's instead all focused on your bladder/stomach instead. It feels like it's completely impossible to wet yourself and even leak. Normally what you would be doing when holding is probably dancing around with both your hands trying to hold, but with this the best strategy to hold is laying in a comfortable position without moving or putting pressure on your bladder and just wait, likely leading to a huge bladder bulge. Now if this sounds enjoyable to you then that's great but it completely isn't for me. It takes all the excitement away from holding and and watching people hold instead turning it into a game of not moving with your bladder feeling like a balloon for as long as possible. What causes this could be different from person to person but for me, I experience this the most when doing the rapid desperation technique. If you start experiencing in a hold I recommend just giving up because you're in for a long and painful journey ahead of you. 3. This is definitely my favorite type of hold and perfect if you dislike the pain aspect of holding and only like pee dancing while trying not to leak. Basically if you have always wanted to wet yourself without giving up and just peeing in your pants on purpose (I mean losing control) this will be perfect for you. The only problem is the fact that this probably won't happen to you normally if you have a strong bladder. Now im guessing you want to avoid number 2 happening to you, so I will tell you what to do if it does. If you still have lots of time left to hold I recommend drinking a lot more water then holding to where you are decently desperate and peeing, try again if you need to. What this will do is weaken your muscles so you will go from a 2 to a 1 where you can then start your hold. Now if you are instead aiming for number 3 and what I just mentioned doesn't work for you then try one final thing. If you are a guy try rubbing your hand up and down on your penis for a couple minutes like you do when you masterbate but obviously don't actually nut. What this will do is relax your muscles and you will soon find yourself struggling to keep your pee in and pee dancing. Now that you know how to make the holding itself more enjoyable I will share some holding games and ideas I enjoy doing. One of them is holding for a set amount of time and drinking a set amount or water with the goal to obviously not pee my pants at the end and I will punish or reward myself if I win or lose. (you can decide what that may be) I find that holding with a purpose is way more enjoyable and gives me way more motivation to hold as their are actual stakes. You can also replace this with a Milovana pee holding challenge with a good one being this: https://milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=52192 Another insanely cool idea I recently thought of is one that takes a different twist to holding. What you need to do is hold as much as you can until your absolute limit, you don't need to track how much you drink or how long you hold. The thing is at the end you need to track exactly how much you peed, I like peeing into a bucket and using a scale. For your next hold you get to pee whenever you want, however you need to make sure at the end when you pee that the amount is higher than your first hold, if the amount is higher you win if it's lower you lose. I don't know if this has been thought of before or not but I think it's incredibly cool. My final idea is not peeing before you successfully finish doing something. This could be anything but it's better if it's something you need to fully complete and not lazily do like sweeping the floor. I really enjoy doing this with a video game, for example not being able to pee until you beat a level or winning this many matches. So yeah, these are all the holding tips i've gathered from the years of having this fetish. I really hope this helps make your next hold more enjoyable
  3. This is a more explicit version of the story that I posted just a few days back. It contains descriptions about certain sexual acts that everyone might not be comfortable reading. Hence those who are interested in purely the desperation and wetting aspect, I’d suggest them to read this edition https://omorashi.org/topic/27446-blanket/ Thank you! ---------------------------------------- Clara had never let anyone know how much she liked seeing or hearing about men desperate to pee. She liked it so much that she would spend hours on the internet, searching for male desperation pictures and videos. Although these momentary bits of pleasure provided her with some satisfaction, what she actually wanted was to see a guy holding his crotch and crossing his legs while desperately trying not to wet himself. Clara had recently welcomed Alex in her home. He was her friend Bridgette’s only son, who had freshly taken admission to the city college. Since Clara was divorced now and had no kids of her own, she decided it wouldn’t be a bad idea to let Alex stay in her place, of course until he decides to move out. They both would often visit his parents’ who lived in a nearby village. Bridgette and her husband would seldom pay a visit at Clara’s place too but usually, it was the other way round. It was another of those days when Alex and Clara had been to his place and were waiting at the station for their train to come, so they could go back home. His parents had also come to see them off at the railway station and Bridgette was getting a bit too melodramatic watching Alex go, although she would see her son again next weekend. Soon the train arrived and they both climbed in. Alex waved his mom and dad goodbye for another week as the train began to drag along the station platform. The compartment was only half full, so, they both decided to take the seats at the back, where no one would be seated around them. Alex took the window seat and Clara sat next to him. She popped in her earphones and turned on some light music on her iPod. It was a six hour long journey and Clara had decided to take every opportunity she could have to kick back and relax. She had been working till late for the past few days and hadn’t had the chance to catch up on her sleep. The air conditioners in the train had made the compartment quite chilly, so she pulled out a neatly folded thin blanket from her bag and wrapped it around herself, covering her hands and upper body. She always carried this blanket around, just in case she ever felt cold. Soon enough, with the motion of the train, she dozed off listening to the melodious rhythms from the treasure of songs on her playlist. Clara woke up, rubbed her eyes and checked her watch, it had been an hour since they boarded the train. She saw that Alex was busy reading a book, some kind of novel. A few minutes later, Clara noticed that Alex was fidgeting a little, moving his legs around, first straightening them, then tucking them back under the seat while continuing to read his book. Maybe he needed to pee. But the train didn’t have any toilet facilities for the passengers to use and since it was an express, there was no chance of getting off at a station to use the loos either. Clara herself had been thoughtful enough to drink as less as she could before the journey but it looked like Alex hadn’t taken the same precaution. “Are you alright?” she asked. “Yeah..” Alex smiled, “What made you ask?” “Nothing, you look uncomfortable..” “Oh no, I am fine, thanks for asking..” he nodded. “Okay.” Clara pulled her blanket tighter around herself and closed her eyes, trying to go back to sleep. When she woke up she looked immediately at Alex, he was also asleep with his open book resting pages down on his lap. She reached for her bag and retrieved the can of soda she had brought for herself at the station. She popped it open and emptied it in a few sips. She then placed the empty can back into her bag. A while passed as she sat looking out of the window. Minutes after they crossed one of the prominent stations on their route, Alex stirred awake from his slumber. Immediately, he placed one hand on his lower abdomen and gently rubbed, as he did so, he winced and looked outside the window. “Where are we?” he asked. “Oh, we are almost half way there. A little more than three hours to go,” Clara said, “Do you want something to eat?” “No..” Alex said shuddering a little. Clara noticed this and offered him the blanket that she was using, hoping it would protect the boy from getting cold. “Still feeling cold?” she asked. “No,” Alex answered in a low voice. Although Alex made it look like the blanket was helping, the actual reason of his shivers was his rapidly filling bladder and the chilly winds from the A/c were only adding to his problem. He had totally forgotten about the fact that the train they would be boarding to go back home didn’t have any lavatories. It was only when he got on the train that he realized how big a mistake he had made by drinking so much. He knew he was already holding a lot of urine and he could still feel all the water and coffee he had drunk, streaming into his bladder. He felt worried about having to hold it till they boarded off the train. A considerable part of the journey was still left and he dreaded the idea of waiting so long. He looked at Clara who was busy on her phone. He could never let her know about how badly he needed to go, that would be so embarrassing. Maybe, he thought, if he slept all the way to their station, he wouldn’t think about the building pressure the whole time. He turned himself towards the window, his back now facing Clara, tugged the blanket around himself and closed his eyes. An hour later, Alex woke up. It took him a second to get a grasp of where he was but he was soon overcome by a much more serious need. He had to pee, very urgently. Pressing his legs together he turned back around to face Clara. “Where are we now?” he asked her, unable to identify their location by looking out of the window. “Oh, we’re close, by my estimate, we’ll be there in two hours,” she said. The boy’s eyes widened when he heard this. That was a lot of time and he wasn’t sure if he could hold it that long. “Err.. if I am not wrong, we can catch another train from the next station for our place, can’t we?” he asked, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Yes, but why do you ask?” Clara looked at him. “Umm, I was hoping to get some snacks from the station canteen you know, I am starving..” he said, pulling the waistband of his jeans away from his swollen bladder. “Oh, is that it? I have a bag of chips with me,” she said as she quickly pulled it out of her carry bag, “I am sorry, I only have the plain-salted flavor.” “N-No problem, thanks,” Alex said, taking the packet from Clara. He reluctantly tore the pack open and had a few chips before placing the placket on his lap and looking dejectedly out of the window, bouncing his knees rapidly. Clara noticed this and also that he wasn’t eating anymore, although he had said that he was starving. That’s when it hit her, Alex needed a wee, the signs were so obvious. She fought a battle in her mind, thinking of whether she should ask him about it or not, but then decided to not run the risk of embarrassing the boy any further by talking about it. She went back to what she was doing on her phone, leaving Alex to his business. Under the blanket, Alex once again had placed a hand on his abdomen and was gently rubbing in a circular motion. He slightly rocked back and forth for a while before placing one hand side on between his knees. He checked the time with the other hand as he began to bounce his knees again before placing a hand between his knees also and squeezing his thighs together. His lower jaw was shuddering continuously and he looked a bit panicked. “Still feeling cold?” Clara asked. “N-No, but I really have to use the loos.” “Oh, I am sorry but I guess you’ll have to wait till we reach our stop then, there are no loos on board you know,” Clara said, pretending as if she didn’t know about it. “Hmm..” Alex sighed. Clara couldn’t help but feel turned on by his desperation now. She had always wanted to witness something like this but never in her wildest dreams had she thought of Alex in this situation. She knew it might be embarrassing for the boy and she wished he would get to relieve himself soon. Alex grabbed his crotch under blanket and his shoulders sagged in relief. He carefully touched his abdomen to feel how swollen it was even with the waist band of his jeans cutting into it. The pressure was very high and he had to think of a way to contain it before it got too late. He slyly undid his belt and then unbuttoned his jeans. It took off so much pressure from his bladder. He couldn’t have been more grateful for the blanket at this point as it covered all what he was doing. Although, unbuttoning his jeans helped, his need to pee intensified much more after a while. Every now and then, Clara could hear Alex grunt in the back of his throat as he fought his body’s urge to let go. He arched his back and rubbed his bladder with one hand as he blew air out through pursed lips slowly. He couldn’t keep his legs still now and they bounced up and down at the knees. He remained like this for some time, head down, and eyes shut tight, seemingly not caring how he looked. “Alex, are you alright?” Clara asked in a concerned voice. “Oh it’s nothing, I just really need to go to the bathroom,” he said, keeping his eyes shut. “Well, is it an emergency?” she asked. “Oh no, I can hold it,” he replied quickly. “I hope the blanket is helping, feeling cold makes you want to pee more.” “Yeah, it’s warm, thanks,” Alex forced a smile, finally looking at her. Every now and again he wiggled his hips or pumped his knees and eventually he crossed one leg over the other to take some pressure off his sphincters. Every now and then, he lifted his head a little and looked out of the window, obviously trying to figure how far from their station he was. He sat with his legs tightly crossed for a good while before opening them for a second and closing them back again. He leant back on his seat and closed his eyes, knowing that calm is the key. Clara was doing her best not to stare at Alex. His desperation was making her feel so aroused but she somehow was managing to keep her emotions in check. She didn’t want to see him suffer like this, in fact she wanted to help him out of the situation but she didn’t know what to do. His fists were clenched and he groaned a little every now and then, but it seemed to be holding off the flood for now. “Oh my god, I seriously need to use the loo,” he moaned, looking out of the window. Clara heard this and she couldn’t help herself from asking, “Do you think you can hold it till we get there?” “I don’t know, I feel like I’m about to wet myself,” he responded, closing his eyes tightly. Clara was sure he was holding his crotch under the blanket. His face was a mixture of sheer terror, pain, exhaustion and panic, and it looked like he was about to have an accident any second. She was trying to remain outwardly calm as she watched this, imagining how desperately he must want to pee, and how he must be trying to squeeze his cock in an attempt to control himself. If Alex was already at this stage, with at least an hour to go, then he was going to be frantic by the time they arrived at their station. Was he even going to be able to wait that long? And if not, what was he going to do? Carla’s pulse rate increased as she thought about this. For the next ten minutes, Alex kept rocking back and forth on his seat, trying with every ounce of strength in his body to keep his pants dry. For Carla, this was a dream come true, sitting next to a young, attractive man who was obviously and increasingly getting desperate to relieve himself. She knew that Alex was absolutely frantic to pee, fighting with all his strength to control himself. Although this was what she had always wanted to see, her heart ached for Alex. She wished he could make it to the toilets in time but knew his body was not up to this. Leaning forward slightly, he turned towards her, “ How much longer?” “45 minutes more,” Clara responded. “Oh no,, I’m absolutely desperate for a pee, I really don’t think I can last out that long. I don’t know what I am going to do.” “Just try to keep holding it, Alex,” Clara said, “I know you can do it.” Since he had admitted wanting to pee, Alex had not made any attempt to hide his desperation, occasionally bending forward to squeeze his cock even tighter. Clara, who had never thought she would get to see something like this in her entire lifetime, was so excited she was finding it difficult to breathe, and quite impossible to look away, wanting to savor every moment. Was he going to be able to keep this up for another 45 minutes, she wondered. “It’s no good, I simply can’t hold it back any longer, I’m about to go in my pants,” Alex said, squeezing his cock with all his might, “I have to pee!” His final exclamation was accompanied by his body bending almost double, indicating a sudden surge of increased desperation. Clara had been about to say that she could not help him, and that he would have to pee on the floor, when she remembered the empty can of soda she had drunk earlier during the journey. Although she wouldn’t have traded this moment with all the money in the world, Clara knew it was the right thing to give the can to Alex so he could pee in it. “Oh shit, why didn’t I think of this before?”, she quickly pulled it out of her bag and showed it to him, “Is this any good? Can you manage to pee in this?” “Yes please, I can’t hold it,” he quickly grabbed the can from her, and removed the blanket from his body to reveal his already unbuttoned jeans. Clara’s eyes shot open on seeing the bulge of his bladder, it was like a basketball jutting out of his abdomen. She had never seen or heard of anyone with such a swollen bladder and she wondered how much he might be holding for it to get so distended like that. Alex frantically tried to get his cock out from his underwear and pee, but trying not to reveal what he was doing to other passengers. Fortunately there was no-one anywhere immediately around them. Although Clara really wanted to watch him pee, she steeled herself to look away but finally gave into the irresistible temptation and slyly watched with her side eyes. As Alex pulled his cock out, a dribble of pee accidentally escaped and wet the front of his jeans. Then he quickly brought the can closer to his penis, holding its tip close to the opening of the container. He immediately let out a thick stream of pee , pointing it directly into the can through the small opening. Clara watched transfixed at the sight of the jet of clear liquid that he was so expertly directing into the can. “Oh thank goodness,” he exclaimed, closing his eyes and throwing his face up in relief. He somehow managed to stop the flow when the can drew full but lost a spurt on the floor. “Oh no,” he gasped before regaining control.“That’s so much better, at least it’s let some of the pressure off, but I think I could fill more cans if we had them.” He slid his cock back into his underwear and adopted a more normal sitting position, placing the can on the floor, near his feet. “Thank you so much, you really saved me there, Ms. Stevens. I thought I was going to wet myself, because I really could not have waited any longer.” The wet patch on the crutch of his jeans, which could only have been caused by a big spurt in his under-pants, as well as the patch where he had splashed the front as he got his cock out, showed very clearly that he had not been exaggerating. He had actually reached the point where he could not have held back his pee any longer. “You’re welcome, I hope you are feeling better now,” she asked, her heart was racing because of what she had just seen but she tried to look unaffected. “Yeah, better than before, but I still have to go really bad,” Alex responded, crossing his legs and drawing in an audible breath. “Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon,” Clara said. After around 20 minutes, he began biting his lower lip and resumed rocking back and forth, looking frantically out of the window. “Are you okay?” Clara asked quickly. His eyes met hers and she could see the worry in them. “I really want to go to the bathroom” he said, “The pressure is really building back up.” Clara reached forward and put her hand on his knee. “Are you going to be okay? Sorry to say this but we are still probably half an hour away from our station, are you going to be able to make it?” “I really don't know. I'm so desperate,'’ he said. Suddenly, for some reason the train slowed to a crawl and seemed as if it would come to a stop. “What is happening?” Alex asked in panic. “I don’t know,” Clara answered. “Oh my god, tell me we are not stopping, I really have to go to the bathroom,” Alex cried out, crossing his legs tighter and squeezing his crotch, looking around the compartment to see if anyone knew what was happening. The train came to a complete stop and time began to pass. Ten minutes later they began to move but at a very slow speed. Stations went passed but the train was simply not going at the speed it should have been, in fact unfortunately for Alex, it began to slow down again. Alex continued to hold himself between his legs as he painfully watch the train crawl. His legs were crossed and he was bouncing the top leg up and down. “This is so embarrassing”, he said through gritted teeth “It's getting really hard to hold it”, he had both hands in his lap and was pressing them down into his crotch. “I really can’t hold it much longer”, he said as he pushed his butt off the seat with his hands. His legs were still crossed when he did this and the look on his face was one of utter desperation. He took a deep breath in and looked out of the window. He sat back down but was moving more now that he wasn’t holding his crotch. He let out an infuriated moan and his fidgeting increased. The train passed by a few more stations with Alex pressing on his cock through the fabrics of his jeans and underwear. Clara was beginning to worry for him, it was beginning to look like he wasn’t going to make it after all. They still had twenty minutes to go before they reached their station, Clara in fact thought it would be more since the train was crawling. At one point, the train went at walking speed for over ten minutes.Clara could see the boy shivering with pressure. She wished she had a bottle or something for Alex to pee into but unfortunately she didn’t. “It hurts so bad,” he said as a huge wave of pressure took him over and he did everything in his power to stop from wetting his jeans. They passed a few more stations, still going far too slow and then once again came to a stop. “I'm going to wet myself”, said Alex, “I don't think I can hold it anymore”, he was in complete panic. He raised his but off the seat, still with one hand buried between his crossed legs, and bent forward towards Clara. “Do you think you can hold it for 20 minutes?”, Clara said, knowing full well that it was more like half an hour. It had been about 7 hours since Alex had last been to the toilet and he had consumed a lot of liquid. “I don't think so,” he said moving uncontrollably. “Oh my god, hurry up,” he sighed, rubbing his thigh with one hand and holding his crotch with the other, while breathing deep and heavy. The train once again started up and began to crawl forward. It picked up speed, probably to make up for the lost time. “Are you okay? Do you think you can make it?” Clara asked again. “I don’t know..” he replied, his facing frowning. He leaned back on his seat and grabbed his crotch as tightly as he could. “Just tell me when we are there,” he was in what looked to Clara to be a complete state of concentration. He was breathing deep and muttering to himself, “Hurry up, please hurry up....” Another station went by, not the station they were stopping at. Alex had begun to bounce and whine. '”Oh my god,” he said and began to shake his head. “This can't actually be happening”. “Oh my god,” he cried out again, “I'm going to wet my pants. PLEASE hurry up.” ------------------------------------------------- Alex was almost in tears. Each minute seemed like eternity as he sat there, bursting to pee. They were just minutes away from their stop but Alex wasn’t sure if he could wait any longer. Just then, the train began to slow down again. “Oh no, not again, please, not again!,” he wailed. Clara’s heart beat reached a crescendo as the train started to crawl before it came to a halt completely. A boy, desperate to pee, was trapped in this train, sitting right next to her and she couldn’t have asked for anything more. There were no boundaries to the kind of arousal she was feeling at that moment but she felt bad for the poor boy too. She did want to help him but had no clue how to. At that moment, a very naughty but effective idea came to her mind, which might help Alex get to the station with dry pants and also give her some much needed sexual gratification. For a minute she considered the idea in her mind, thinking if she should tell him about it or not. Alex couldn’t sit still even for a second now. He was in a complete panic stricken state, moments away from peeing in his pants uncontrollably. Clara knew she needed to act quickly or else everything was going to be lost. “Err..Alex?” she said softly, “I think, I can help you with this but only if you promise you’ll not get angry on what I’m about to say..” her heart was beating fast now. “W-what?” the boy asked, unable to spare anymore energy. “Umm…if I’m not wrong, men can’t pee when the have an erection right? So, I was thinking if you could let me just….I don’t know…. s-stroke you…. , it might stop your pee from coming out…” she couldn’t stop shivering as she said this. Alex was her friend’s son and she wasn’t allowed to think of him that way, but she just couldn’t help it. She was so turned on. Alex looked at her shocked and confused, unable to believe what he had just heard. “Are you serious?” he said, his voice shaking due to his immense need to pee. He never had to pee this bad in his entire life and at this moment, he was willing to do anything to be able to hold it till they got to the station. “Yes, don’t worry, nobody will see,” she said. Alex turned his face towards the window and closed his eyes. This was certainly not something he was willing to do but anything at this point that might help him hold on was necessary. Clara carefully took his hand away from his crotch and with his pants already open, she slowly pulled away his underwear to reveal his cock. She took it in her hand and began to gently stroke. Alex let out a heavy breath, somehow controlling his emotions and his overwhelming need to pee. “Don’t worry, just relax,” Clara said as a small rivulet of urine escaped his pee hole and slid down her clenched fingers. His cock was fast to respond to the feminine touch around it and before long, it began to harden. “Just let me handle it, you don’t have to worry, I won’t let any pee come out, I promise..” she said, in a sultry yet concerned tone. Alex couldn’t believe what was happening to him. His bladder felt like it was about to explode, yet the sensation around his cock as Clara continued to stroke it, sent waves of pleasure across his spine. His entire body was twitching in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he sat there, helpless. Clara continued to pump his cock along its slippery length, with what looked like drops of pre-cum oozing out of it, “Is it manageable? Do you still feel close to losing control?” she asked. Alex just nodded his head in disagreement, still facing away. Clara felt exceedingly turned on and powerful, knowing that she was helping him hold on, “Let me know when you get close to cumming , if your erection dies, you might lose control,” Clara breathed. “Hmm..” Alex moaned, his lips pressed tightly inwards. Clara continued to masturbate the boy as the train stood there with no signs of moving anytime soon. Alex didn’t know how long he could take this. His need to cum was building up fast but he couldn’t just ejaculate yet. He needed to stay erect until they reached the station. It was the toughest battle his body had ever faced and he could only hope Clara would win it for him. Finally, the train began to move slowly. Alex’s breathing quickened as he edged close to having an orgasm. “I’m getting close..!” he said abruptly, his chest jutting up in an alarm to warn Clara to slow down. Clara decelerated the motion of her hand over his penis and just rubbed the base in a slight up down movement. The train began to pick up speed as she looked intently at the boy’s penis. Another tiny stream of urine flowed out of it and she quickly squeezed his cock to make sure not a drop more came out. She was shocked to think how desperate Alex might be that pee was coming out of him even when he had a boner. Clara kept his cock in her hand, squeezing it shut and hoping that nothing would come out till they got to their stop. Even with his cock standing in full attention, Alex wasn’t sure if he could hold it back any longer. Then the train once again began to slow down, they had finally reached their stop. Alex looked at Clara, “What’s happening?”, he said “Are we there yet?” “I think so,” Clara said, “Keep holding on, you’re almost there,” she continued, gripping his cock firmly. “My bladder is about to burst any second. I'm seriously going to wet myself,” Alex stated. “I’m letting go off you, from here on, it’s only you who can hold it…,” Clara said, leaving his penis before wiping her wet hand off with a tissue. “Oh..” Alex gasped as he slid his penis back into his underwear. With Clara’s sensual touch not around it anymore, his erection was dying quickly although he still felt quite aroused. Maybe it was the fear of wetting himself that was killing his horniness. He steeled his sphincters for what was to come and drew a deep breathe. ------------------------------ “I’ll get your luggage, you go pee,” Clara said as she saw the train drawing into the platform. It was as if the news that he was so close to relief gave him a bit of strength, he started to walk towards the doors, with a hand jammed in his crotch. Despite the embarrassment, he couldn't take it away for a second without completely flooding his pants. People were watching him now but he didn’t care. They both made it to the door and he couldn’t stand still even for a second. “Come on please god hurry up”, Alex whined in agony. Alex had one hand on the door handle, already trying to open it, and the other holding himself for dear life. “Oh come on, it’s going to come out.” They could see the platform clearly from in there and as they passed the main building, Clara said, “The toilets are there.” “Oh god” , he said bending double. “Just stop! For god sakes, please just stop!” Finally the train came to a halt and Alex desperately pulled on the door handle. “Come on, come on”, he said and finally they opened. Alex hurriedly stepped out of the train. The toilets were all the way down the other end of the platform and Alex made for them as fast as he could. He still had one hand gripping his crotch. They weren’t moving very fast but finally they saw the toilets. “I hope the urinals are not occupied,” he said. Clara didn't want to tell him that she was almost certain the doors would be locked and he might have bigger problems to deal with. They got to the toilets and he turned the handle but the door didn’t open. “Oh my god!” Alex cried out, crossing his legs tightly as he felt a dribble escape, “It is locked!” Clara found herself at a loss of words, she didn’t know what she could do to help the poor boy out now. She saw a station master nearby and quickly walked towards him, “Excuse me sir but could you please send someone to unlock the loos, it’s an emergency.” “Well, I am sorry mam but it is time for a shift change and I guess, it would be an hour before the fresh staff comes in, the toilet can be unlocked only after that,” he replied before going his way. An hour was too long, Clara knew Alex wouldn’t be able to hold it till then. She hurriedly walked towards him, “The toilets won’t open for another hour, we’ll have to go home.” Alex, who was leaning on the toilet door with the support of his hand, visibly shook at this, “I can’t hold that long,” he said, a tear rolling out of his left eye. “You will have to. You’ve come this far, don’t give up now, it’s just a ten minute ride, you’ll make it,” Clara said as she picked the luggage and started to walk, “Come, quick!” she said, stopping on her way and looking over her shoulder at Alex, who hadn’t even taken a step. He somehow walked towards the taxi stand, just out of the station. He limped, holding his crotch, letting only a small leak out before he reached the taxi Clara was standing next to. “Get in, quick!” she opened the door for him and he carefully stepped inside, crossing his legs again. After hurriedly loading the luggage in the car trunk, Clara climbed in from the other side of the car, holding her blanket in her hand. The taxi pulled into the road and they began their journey home. “Could you please step on it?! We are in a hurry!” Clara exclaimed. “Sure,” the driver responded. Clara looked at Alex, his face, his tightly coiled body, his legs twisted together, his hand buried deep between his legs, all told her how badly he needed to pee. She draped the blanket around Alex and pulled herself closer to him. She then covered herself with the rest of the blanket before wrapping her arms around his shivering body. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice shaking and eyes brimming with tears. “I am just making sure you’re not cold, feeling cold makes you want to pee more you know,” she said with a smile. Tears rolled down Alex’s face. Clara gently guided his head so it rested on her chest. “I can’t hold it..” he cried. “You can, believe in yourself, you can hold it,” she said, slightly caressing the back of his head. He was shivering so violently, Clara knew he was on the end of his ropes. “I am not going to make it..” Alex wailed. “Ssshhh, don’t worry, you’ll make it, it’s not too long, you’ll make it..” Clara said, continuing to caress his head while looking intently out of the window, hoping they would reach soon. Alex clutched his crotch as tightly as he could and for the next two minutes neither of them said anything. It was at this point that his body slowly began to fail. Urine flowed out of his penis in long spurts and he began to cry helplessly. He could feel the wetness spreading across is lap. He pressed his thighs together in one last ditch effort to prevent himself from having an accident but soon the hot spurts turned into a violent stream. Alex wept in pain, but he couldn't do anything; he was peeing in his pants. “It’s alright, we are almost there,” Clara said, still unaware of what was happening under the blanket. The boy’s urine began to soak into the seat and also into the blanket. Suddenly, Clara felt the growing wetness beneath her. She was shocked when she realized that Alex was having an accident, right there, in her arms! “Oh my god!,” she exclaimed. Alex broke down in painful gasping sobs when he heard this. He tried to pull himself out of Clara’s arms but she didn’t let him. Alex could barely feel himself peeing now, just the growing wetness around him. The only support Alex had at this moment was Clara’s understanding hug. He kept peeing for almost a minute and a half, and by the time he was done, he had completely soaked the blanket that he and Clara were sharing. His cries grew deeper as he hugged back Clara tightly. “Sshh, it’s okay, it’s okay. Just breathe,” she said. Alex couldn’t reply, he sobbed rest of the way there. When they reached home, Clara pulled herself out of the hug and stepped out in her dripping clothes. Her jeans were completely drenched from the back and her top had absorbed a lot of moisture from the blanket too. Alex trembled as he sat there crying. His breaths came between breaking sobs. “Honey, we're there, let’s go in,” Clara said, looking at the boy who was sitting with his face in his hands. He opened his side of the door and quickly stepped out to walk off towards the house. It was only when he stood up that Clara came to know how wet his own clothes were. His jeans were drenched from waist to ankle and his shirt was soaked at the back. She was shocked at the size and impact of his accident. She could’ve never imagined he had to go so much. Alex went straight inside the house, while Clara collected the luggage from the trunk and also paid the driver for the damage done to the back seat. Once inside the house, Clara went straight to the boy’s room, to find him sitting in a corner, with his knees buried in his chest and hands wrapped around his legs. “Honey, are you okay?” she asked, quickly walking up to him. Alex didn’t respond. With his face held down, he just kept crying. Clara slowly rubbed his back through his soaked shirt, hoping it would make him feel better. “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean it, I’ll pay you back for all the damages, I am really sorry, please don’t tell mom and dad about this, please,” Alex cried desperately looking at her. “Oh no, honey,” Clara said, pulling him into a hug again, “You don’t need to pay me back for anything and I won’t tell anything to your mom and dad, now just relax,” she said, “Please stop crying, honey, it’s OK. It was just an accident.” Slowly but steadily, his cries died down but his humiliation remained. He could feel his damp clothes clinging heavily to his skin his entire body trembling in shame and embarrassment. “I really didn’t mean to...i- it just happened,” he whimpered. “I know sweetie and it’s okay. Now please stop crying,” she said, “Everything’s going to be OK. Why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll put your clothes in the laundry.” Feeling tired and broken, Alex simply nodded to this. Once inside the bathroom, he put his wet clothes in the laundry basket and placed it outside the door for Clara to take it down with her. After a long shower, Alex came back in his bedroom and put on his pajamas, ready to go to sleep. Although he felt hungry, he didn’t feel like eating anything. When he was about to climb onto his bed, he heard Clara’s voice from the other side of the door, “Hey honey, I’m coming in,” she said. “Yeah,” Alex responded in a low voice as he climbed on his bed. When Clara walked in, Alex noted that she too had taken a bath and had changed out of her wet clothes to her evening gown. “I am sorry for ruining your clothes, I promise I’ll pay you back for it,” Alex said even before Clara could utter a word. “Alex, honey, I already told you that you don’t need to pay me back for anything. It was just an accident, I know you didn't do it on purpose,” she said before sitting next to him on in his bed, “Now, tell me, what will you like have for dinner?” “N-Nothing, I’m not hungry..” he replied softly. “Are you sure?” Clara asked. “Mmm..” he nodded. ---------------------------------------------------- “ Are you upset that I touched you down there?” Clara asked, looking at his frowned face. “Huh?!” he looked up, shocked at the abrupt question. He had decided not to talk to Clara about it ever again but since she had brought it up anyway, there was no point being apprehensive, “N-no, it felt g-good… “ “Really?” “Yes,” Alex nodded slightly. “Do you mind if I do it again?” she asked, shyly. “I- I don’t know…” Alex mumbled. Clara slowly pushed the boy’s shoulders so that he was lying on his bed. She slid his pajama and underwear down to find that he was already hard. “Oh honey,” she said as she held his cock in her hand and kissed its tip. Alex covered his face with both his hands as waves of pleasure ran across his body. It felt so good but he didn’t know if it was right. Clara was her mother’s friend but she was so attractive. She was a stunner at 44 years of age and Alex couldn’t deny the fact that he had at times, felt tempted towards her. His breathing fastened as Clara pumped the full length of his cock. The pre-cum dripping out of his hole made the motion of her hand all the more slippery. “I have a confession to make,” she said continuing to stroke him, “I was really turned on by your desperation in the train today. It was so hot to see you struggling to hold on…” Alex was stunned on hearing this but he didn’t respond. Things were sliding out of his control. He had never imagined everything would get so complicated. “-but you are my mom’s friend…” he said after a moment, still holding his face in shame, “It’s not right for us to do this…!” “So what?! Do you want me to stop?” Clara asked, jerking his cock faster. “No! Please don’t stop! Please! Keep going!” With the amount of pre-cum dripping out of his member, Clara was sure that he was going to come soon. Before long, his hips started to twitch and it was clear to her that Alex was close. “Don’t resist, just let it happen…” she breathed. Alex could feel his balls getting tighter and semen beginning to rise up the shaft of his penis. “Aaah!” he sighed as a thick white stream of cum, shot out of his penis, quickly followed by another one. Clara continued to stroke his boner as she looked shocked at the amount of cum shooting out of this young boy. “Oh my god!” he breathed as more ropes of semen exploded out of his dick. The cumulative sum of his orgasms was so intense, that he felt like he was about to black out. After a couple of more shots, his cock finally began to grow flaccid but Clara in her excitement, still kept stroking it. “Fuck, that’s a lot of cum!” she choked back a laugh. She was right, her hand was dripping with his seminal fluid and the bed sheet was soaked too. She couldn’t believe a human could hold such large volume of cum inside him. “I am so sorry! I’ll clean it up, I am really sorry!” Alex said, sitting back up. “No, no! It’s okay! I’ll just put the clothes in the laundry,” Clara smiled, still trying to absorb what had just happened. “I’m really sorry, that always happens to me,” Alex said, holding his face again. “Oh no! It was great!” Clara said, “But thank god you didn’t let that out in the train or else it would have made a huge mess on my clothes,” she laughed. “Yeah,” Alex said blushing. After they awkwardly changed the bed covers together, Clara advised Alex to take some rest. When the boy climbed back on his bed, she decided that it was time for her to leave. ----------------------------------------- His heart ached as he watched Clara walking out of his room. But when she reached the doorstep, suddenly, she turned around and looked at him. Before Alex could understand what was going on, she walked up to him and then, she kissed him. It was pure passion that flowed through both of their bodies for that brief moment. Suddenly, taking a step back, Clara turned around, “Okay sweetie, I’ll see you in the morning,” she said, switching off the lights as she walked out, “Sleep well and if you need anything just let me know, okay? Good Night...,” she closed the door and left. “Night,” Alex said dejectedly, as he lied back on his bed and his exhausted body pulled him into deep sleep.
  4. It was twenty years ago today, Sgt. Pepper taught the band to... skim the newfangled internet for authentic female desperation stories. (Have you heard that one about John Lennon and Yoko Ono celebrating their first christmas together with urine-filled condoms adorning their bedroom? That's a couple of steps too far for my own tastes though, besides, the walrus was Paul). Actually, it's more than 20 years; as of today it's 22 years since the currently featured archived Wetset forum entries were posted. I've worked with people who were not even conceived then! (And some of the signatures may not even be around today, but let's not ponder upon such dark matters). What I'm trying to get at is that the internet is old and so is some of its desperation content, but still there are undisclosed nuggets to be found from these ancient (oh well...) days of digitally conserved uromania, even for such indigenous lurkers as yours truly. What I'm really trying to get at is that in a fit of lurklust in conjunction with the current Wetset forum still being under maintenance, I decided to kill some time by checking out whatever part of the old forum was currently featured and wouldn't you know it; I stumbled upon a not inconsiderable amount of worthy stories that somehow managed to escape my ever-spying eyes all those years ago when the Wetset forum was the source for all things female desperation, story-wise. And a lot of misspelled dreck as well, but that's to be expected. Thusly, guided by my own preferences, I took the liberty of compiling some of my better finds here below. They are all to be found in the open on the currently featured forum from 1998-99 for anyone who feels the need to kill as much time as I did. For everyone else, here is my yield, exclusively revolving around female situations. ------------------ Starting off with some deliberate wettings: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26495.htm - Girl casually pisses herself in a store. No depiction of desperation to talk about, so not very arousing on my part. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26823.htm - Girl pisses herself deliberately during a round of pool. Desperation featured but still a turn-off due to it being deliberate. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26517.htm - A woman gets herself desperate and goes shopping. Once again deliberately, so I don't much care for it. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26541.htm - Two girls smoking outside a club/pub and semi-deliberately wet themselves one after the other. Not much of a build-up though. Some milder albeit unintended desperation/wetting accounts: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/27081.htm - Girl gets desperate during a canoe outing. Not too exciting as she apparently makes it eventually. Also featuring some laugh-induced desperation along the way, which is a turn-off for me personally. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26955.htm - Drunk girl is with a friend at a restaurant. She has already wet herself and only the aftermath is described. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25087.htm - Woman at a gas station watches another woman from afar being desperate while talking in a mobile phone. Added aftermath with a tell-tale puddle but no depiction of an actual wetting. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25983.htm - A couple of short accounts. One with a woman who had wet herself during a campus pub round in which the narrator speculates about the desperation beforehand. The next one with him teaching a poetry class in which a girl stealthily wets her jeans. Some fear wettings: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26969.htm - Girl gets caught shoplifting and totally floods herself out of fright. Quite arousing but not much of a build-up and no desperation beforehand. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26120.htm - Girl tells about a couple of school incidents, one during which she simply wets herself just before class dismissal and one where she's being scolded by her teacher and wets herself multiple times out of fear. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25762.htm - Girl tending a sandwich shop gets desperate but is being held up by a customer who proves to be out to robbing the place. She wets out of fear at gunpoint which ruins it for me. A few brief straightforward wetting stories: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26460.htm - Brief story of a girl's mom who comes home desperate after a visit but doesn't make it inside. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25335.htm - Girl unexpectedly wets while waiting for an exam in university. No desperation, just sudden part-wetting. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/23916.htm - A girl is desperate in the toilet line at a pub and is not being let in front despite her state. Really good one, but alas way too short and scarse on details. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25616.htm - Guy retelling two accounts of her girlfriend. In the first one she's desperate during a class in which a guest speaker is holding court so she dares not asking to be excused. The second one is a geography outing where she gets caught short and finally gets excused and sprints back to the school to use the toilet. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25068.htm - A couple of school stories, the first one with a girl trying to hide her desperation but ends up wetting herself while in the queue for an ice cream booth. The second one with another girl being so nervous for a history test that she ends up wetting herself. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/24539.htm - A guy telling about a woman in spandex pants who's desperate in a store with no bathrooms, and finally goes into the next store which has a bathroom although it requires a key. The woman ends up partly wetting herself. Had the potential of being a good story but is severely lacking in detail and buildup. Some a bit more elaborated accounts: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26509.htm - Woman on a camping trip, wakes up in the middle of the night super desperate and tries to get away from her tent to relieve herself before it's too late. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26259.htm - College girl desperate during a flight and is repeatedly hindered from getting to the toilet by the flight attendant. This is a good one IMO. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26228.htm - Guy tells about her girlfriend who's working late at a service station and gets increasingly desperate as she has to serve customers. She's trying not to have an accident and... well, read on. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25200.htm - Woman gets woken up by a phone call and gets increasingly desperate throughout. Finally she manages to end it and just about makes it to the toilet, but only to piss through her panties and pantihose. A coupe of explicitly fictional ones: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25785.htm - Girl desperate in a big library and gets temporarily trapped inside the stairwell outside by some bloke who noticed her beforehand. Unplausible, but then again, it's stated fiction. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26549.htm - A guy encounters a desperate girl with her car broken down along the road as he's driving home for the night. He gives her a lift home and she's getting more and more frantic. Good story if you disregard the last couple of sentences. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/23910.htm - A gang of girls on a hen night have chained themselves together for the occasion. The narrating girl ends up pissing herself while trying to get out of the pub with the others dragged along. Good story although it's explicitly part fiction, but the chain backdrop is rather silly and not very plausible. Incidentally it seems that the chain thing was actually part of the original real-life account on which the story is based. Just goes to show that it's not whether or not anything actually happened that makes or breaks the authencity of a story. And, what I'd like to call, the borderline bullshit section, thusly named for the ubiquitous intimacy features which only detract from the authencity, as well as the occasional unlikely scenario and/or reaction of the protagonists. But, no stone unturned: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26061.htm - Female fire dept volunteer wets herself in her fire uniform in front of her husband during a clean-up of a firesite. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26050.htm - Girl unexpectedly wets herself during an exam with the narrator's hand in her crotch. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/24666.htm - A guy telling about a date with a girl who ends up getting desperate in a park and finally pisses through her pants while being drunk. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/24848.htm - A guy watches two desperate girls in a phone booth. A bit far-fetched cirmunstance and not very believable IMO. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/24301.htm - A woman works as a cooking utensil demonstrator and is desperate during one such session and ends up wetting herself in front of an oblivious audience behind the display counters. A bit too much sexually charged embellishment to be believable. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/26105.htm - A guy telling about a job interview with a desperate girl during which he tries to delay her and make her have an accident. Really stupid story and probably made up. Totally non-believable circumstances and unplausible reactions by the girl and I hesitated to include it here if only because of that, but might be of interest anyway. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/24096.htm - A guy and his girlfriend is going out with a few of his friends, first to a restaurant and then a movie during which the girl gets desperate but is too shy to go to the bathroom. Afterwards she manages to tag along with the other girls to the cinema restroom but they all return as they were too busy. She gets more and more anxious and after a stroll through a mall and a taxi ride, she makes it to the elevator though. Could have been a good story if not for the over-intimate ending spoiling the believability. Cut it off right before the end and pretend it was featured under... Getting very near the end - the really good ones: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25460.htm - Two girls going on an air balloon ride. Both are desperate and tries to find relief before the ride but fail and they take to the skies with bursting bladders. Good one, this, even if the unusual setting is a bit distracting. https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/24761.htm - A woman tells of her getting incredibly desperate on the way home on a bus and tries to make it to her apartment before it's too late. Also really good and believable. And I've saved the best one for last: https://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/25471.htm - Two stories featuring a girl telling of her experiences in a Red Cross youth group. The second one a brief account of her being desperate on the bus home after a Red Cross event and ends up wetting herself on some backyard stairs. The first one is longer though, with her being desperate during a meeting but is too shy to leave and is prevented from doing so when she finally tries to. Afterwards a desperate bus ride to a community center ensues. This one ticks all the boxes for me - shy girl, lots of people around, all kinds of factors preventing or delaying a toilet visit including a queue and that "damn, she will make it after all" turn right before the ultimate ending, and most importantly, thorough authencity.
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    Holding for a friend on snap chat and got incredibly desperate.
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  6. Long desperation, leaks View File Holding for a friend on snap chat and got incredibly desperate. Submitter Beastman Submitted 05/24/2024 Category Male  
  7. From the album: Omofan's Edits

    Spider-Gwen gets herself a large cup of soda on her way back home after a long day of patrolling the streets of New York City, the drink soon enough starts reaching her bladder filling it up to the brim, but just when she was about to dash to the bathroom her Spider-Sense warns Gwen about her father closing towards her room. Now Gwen has to figure out something quickly before her father could see her in costume.
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    My pamper are too small but I love overflowing them with my pee, look how full they are after a big leak
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  9. I’m starting up a brand new art request thread! You can request some sort of desperation again, but now you have more options! First, the limitations. I’m not a furry and I can still draw that kind of stuff if you want it, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll do a good job. You should probably find someone more qualified. I’m also only into female desperation, so if you want male, you should probably find someone who’s into that. If you’re into male furry desperation then I can’t help you at all. One other thing, I do not draw underage girls, or lolis or whatever, but my cartoon-y style looks pretty cute anyway so there’s no need to request something like that. Now you don’t have to answer any of these, they’re completely optional. It would help me and I’m sure it would help you, but if you don’t care then I’ll decide for you. You can pick a style for me to draw it in! The more realistic style takes a little longer, but time shouldn’t really be an issue. You can choose to have color and shading! If you want it to be black and white, or just color, or just lines, then you can ask for that! You can also choose to go lineless! This also takes longer, and if you choose realistic and lineless I will hate you, but you totally can! (I do not recommend pairing lineless with just lines, as those will cancel out and you will receive a blank drawing) I can also do different types of shading! Cel Shading, smooth shading, and rough shading. Choose which one you’d prefer (unless you don’t want shading) Some people are especially kinky and like exaggerated bladder bulges. If you’re into that, then I’ll exaggerate it! I’m into it too! (The example isn’t nearly as exaggerated as I can go) I’m not great at them, but I can include “accessories” like X-rays, bladder meters, diagrams, and anything else you can think of. Those are your options, so if you like what you see, then request something! I’ll draw it, eventually.
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    Disclaimer: I am not the developer of this game, only uploading it here on his behalf. You can get in contact him through the Twitter links posted in this description. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- More information and updates on the game can be found on the developer's Twitter: https://twitter.com/nomakogame or their (now defunct) tumblr: https://nomakodev.tumblr.com/ (Paraphrased) From the developer "NoMaKo is an omorashi RPG. If the term “omorashi” is alien to you, then this probably isn’t your type of game! It’s usual turn based RPG action with adventures to be had, dungeons to be travelled through, and many puzzles to solve. All while drinking to recover HP and MP and having to deal with the bladder need of the characters who are animated with progressively more desperate squirming. If this need isn’t handled, well… laundry can be done at any inn! Design is intended to not be frustrating: running is always successful, no missing, KO’d party members still receive EXP, etc! A unique feature compared to other RPGs of this type is the ability for characters to learn to push themselves further with holding. After an accident or using the toilet when beyond their limit, the character’s holding ability will permanently grow slightly! This can be seen on their status page. This demo’s playtime is estimated to be around 4-6 hours. It’s not encrypted, so if you have RPG Maker VX Ace, you may totally open the project and snoop about. I want to see more omo games, so I hope to show off how I did things so others may follow! Look through the common events and look in the scripts file and see the modification I did to the Actor script to add the omo system. Please enjoy and leave feedback if you wish! I hope you enjoy your adventure with Noelle, Maple, and Kora! Known Issues Windows 10 users, there is an issue with crashing. Among testers, consistently it was found that anyone who had the game crash occasionally at battle start up was running Windows 10. Don’t know why! So right click the game, set properties to Windows 7 compatibility and save often! Might help. FIXED IN 0.3.2. Also, sometimes desperation/wetting notices may be triggered just as you change screens, with the changing of screen interrupting it. A minor annoyance, but not really a big problem!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So in essence, NoMaKo is a newcomer to the Omorpg scene. I have played through it and, in my opinion, it is a fun, light-hearted adventure that is reminiscent of older JRPGs. Some of it's features include: -Unique battle sprites and animations for all three of the playable characters (including different desperation stages and wettings). -The ability to increase the size of each character's bladder by having them hold to their limits. -An interesting take on RPG gameplay as well as a plethora of puzzles. The RPG Maker VX Ace RTP is required to play the game. If you enjoyed it please give the creator a note, I'm sure they will appreciate it!
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  11. "Project X427" Prologue As the sun began to set over the historic Grand Theatre, whispers of anxiety and uncertainty echoed through its hallowed halls. The once-thriving cultural hub had fallen on hard times, its attendance numbers dwindling in recent seasons as the world around it continued to evolve. In an effort to breathe new life into the venerable institution, the Grand Theatre's board of directors took a bold and unconventional step: they hired infamous director Sarah James to spearhead this year's production. The news of James' arrival at the Grand Theatre sent ripples of excitement and trepidation through the local community. Known for her avant-garde approach to theatre and her penchant for pushing boundaries, James promised a season that would leave audiences breathless and spellbound. And with opening night just around the corner, anticipation was building to feverish heights. "Project X427" Part 1 - Newspaper report before the premiere An article from the "Daily Star" [August 23th], two days prior to the premiere Title: "Urine Trouble: Grand Theatre's Bold New Play Sparks Controversy" As the historic Grand Theatre prepares to open its doors for another season, anticipation is building for the groundbreaking production that infamous director Sarah James has promised to deliver. But not everyone in the community is excited about the upcoming show. According to insiders, the new play – which remains under wraps until opening night – involves a considerable amount of on-stage urination. While some view this as an innovative and daring approach to theatre, others are decrying it as an affront to decency and a step too far in the name of artistic expression. The controversy began when the first reports about the new season hit the streets, with headlines like "Grand Theatre to Shock Audiences with New Production Involving On-Stage Urination!" and "Infamous Director Sarah James Goes Too Far?" Supporters of the production argue that urination is a natural bodily function and that incorporating it into theatre is a way to challenge societal norms and push the boundaries of artistic expression. They also point out that realism and authenticity have long been key components of great theatre. Many people, however, are not convinced. Some have taken to social media to express their outrage, with comments ranging from "Disgusting! I will never set foot in that theatre again" to "This is an affront to decency and common sense." As the debate rages on, one thing is clear: Grand Theatre's bold new production is sure to leave a lasting impact on audience – for better or for worse. Stay tuned for more updates as opening night approaches. "Project X427" Part 2 - Newspaper reports after the premiere A report from the "Observer" [August 27th]: "Sarah James' controversial play "Project X427" : A Bold and Transformative Theatrical Marathon" Subheadline: "The inclusion of real urination on stage in "Project X427" challenges the boundaries of theater, as two courageous actresses portray desperate women during a 90-minute endurance test." Body: Sarah James' latest production at the historic Grand Theater, "Project X427" has left audiences and critics alike spellbound by its bold and transformative exploration of human potential. This daring play, which pushes the boundaries of traditional theater and challenges societal norms, has left a deep impact on those who dare to witness its extraordinary performances. At the heart of this groundbreaking production are two courageous actresses, who endure 90 minutes of desperation on stage before finally being able to relieve themselves in an incredible display of urination. Their dedication and commitment to their craft, as well as their ability to embody desperate women both physically and emotionally, leaves viewers in awe of the depths of human experience. The inclusion of real urination on stage in "Project X427" may be a shocking concept, but it is precisely this audacious display that takes theater to new heights. For those who have the courage to face their discomfort and explore the depths of human endurance, the result is a profound sense of awe and transformation. As we leave the theater, the images and messages from "Project X427" remain etched in our minds – not just as a memory of a daring theatrical spectacle, but as a reminder of the power of human potential and the courage it takes to push boundaries and challenge societal norms. The true beauty of this production lies not only in its shocking displays but in the deeper meaning and thought-provoking themes that resonate long after the final curtain falls. For those who seek a truly transformative theatrical experience, "Project X427" is a must-see – a bold and unforgettable journey into the depths of human endurance and the power of art to challenge and inspire us all. A review by the "The Daily Chronicle" [August 27th]: Headline: "Sarah James' "Project X427": A Shocking and Empowering Masterpiece" Subheadline: "The audacious new play by daring director Sarah James explores themes of equality, empowerment, and the human condition through an unconventional lens." Body: In a bid to revitalize flagging attendance numbers at the historic Grand Theater, artistic director Hank Thompson took a bold gamble by hiring the infamous and enigmatic Sarah James. Known for her groundbreaking productions and fearless storytelling, James' arrival at the theater was met with equal parts excitement and trepidation. The previous season had seen disappointing attendance numbers, and the hire of the controversial director and her extra controversial play were seen as a last-ditch effort to draw crowds back to the historic venue. The result: "Project X427", a production that has left both audiences and critics reeling with its unapologetic exploration of provocative themes and seemingly impossible feats. The play, which stars an ensemble cast of talented actors and actresses, centers around a group of four business people in an inconvenient situation, starred by compelling actors. As a result of their work on "Project X427", a novel soft drink, their bladders are filled to the brim. Their performances have left viewers speechless and contemplating the deeper meaning behind their provocative scenes. The production's climax features a series of shocking and seemingly impossible feats – including a sequence in which the actresses reportedly push themselves to their physical limits by urinating in unprecedented quantities. And, Sarah James as well as the actresses confirm that their urination is real and not staged. James has long been known for her unflinching approach to storytelling, tackling controversial topics with finesse and grace. With "Project X427" she delves deeper than ever before into themes of equality, empowerment, and the complexities of the human condition. The play is a clever commentary on societal expectations and the power of self-expression. Through its unconventional exploration of these weighty issues, "Project X427" has sparked intense debate among audiences and critics alike. Some view it as a brave and groundbreaking work that challenges the status quo, while others find it offensive and unnecessary. Regardless of one's perspective, there is no denying the power of James' vision and the impact this production will have on the world of theater. As the curtains close on another spellbinding performance at the Grand Theater, some may wonder if so much urination is truly necessary in a work of art. But one thing remains certain: Sarah James continues to captivate audiences with her bold and unforgettable storytelling – and the physical limits of her performers are no exception. The true nature of "Project X427" will remain a mystery, leaving viewers with more questions than answers – and that is precisely the point. A review in the "The Frontier Gazette" [August 27th] Title: "A Splash of the Unexpected: Sarah James' Latest Production Leaves Critics Baffled and Audience Soaked" In a world where theatre productions often blur the lines between art and absurdity, infamous director Sarah James continues to push boundaries with her latest offering, "Project X427". Set aboard an ill-fated train ride, four business people – Lucy, Maria, and two gentlemen – find themselves in an uncomfortable predicament: their bladders full and the train's toilets out of order. As the hours tick by and the tension mounts, James wastes no time in exploiting this predicament on stage. The audience is left witnessing a veritable flood during various scenes, as the confines of the train cabin become increasingly unbearable for all involved. Even the most insensitive among us can't help but be taken aback by the audacity of the performances unfolding before our very eyes. However, it's not just the volume of liquid that leaves one drenched; it's the unexpected twists and turns in this unconventional tale. James masterfully weaves a narrative exploring themes of gender inequality and societal norms within the context of this unusual predicament. The result is an intriguing commentary on human nature that leaves us pondering long after the final drop. Critics are divided on the merits of "Train of Thought." Some argue that James' unflinching approach to realism adds depth and authenticity, while others see it as a crass attempt to shock for the sake of shocking. One thing is certain: Sarah James continues to deliver what her fans have come to expect – the unexpected. Despite the polarizing reactions, there's no denying that "Train of Thought" is a production that leaves you feeling both invigorated and drenched – in more ways than one. Whether you choose to embrace the splash hits or run for cover, it's impossible to deny that this latest offering from Sarah James is a true testament to her innovative spirit and boundless creativity. But be warned, dear reader: this production may not be for the faint of heart or those with a weak bladder. Prepare yourself for a night of unforgettable theatre that will leave you pondering the limits of art and nature's call. "Project X427" Part 3 - Interviews Interview with Actress Amelia Davis in "The Weekly" [September 14th] In a world where theatre productions aim for originality and innovation, Sarah James' latest creation, "Project X427" has left audiences spellbound. At the heart of this groundbreaking production is a mesmerizing performance by Amelia Davis, who breathes life into a character that defies expectations and pushes the boundaries of traditional storytelling – all while enduring a very full bladder and withholding from relieving herself, as her co-star Samantha Park faces the same challenge. In this interview, we delve deeper into Amelia's experiences preparing for her extraordinary role. Interviewer (I): Welcome to our exclusive interview with actress Amelia Davis! Your work in theatre has left many intrigued by your unique approach to acting and character development. Can you discuss what initially drew you to the craft of theatre? Amelia (A): I've always been captivated by the power of storytelling to transport audiences to new worlds, provoke thought, and create emotional connections. Theatre offers a unique opportunity to be a part of that process, both as an artist and as a collaborator with other talented individuals. I: Your role in "Project X427" has been described as groundbreaking and physically demanding. What drew you to the character of Lucy and her unique challenges? A: Sarah James' reputation for delivering unconventional productions that challenge societal norms was a significant draw for me. The special physical challenges of this role, including enduring a very full bladder while constantly watching others relieving themselves, were also fascinating for me as an actress. It was a unique opportunity to explore the complexities of a character who defies expectations in unexpected ways and delve deeper into themes of societal norms and personal transformation. I: The production has gained notoriety for its daring elements, most notably your impressive urination performance on stage after hours of holding it in. How do you cope with the reactions from audiences when it comes to this controversial aspect? A: I believe that art should challenge us and inspire thought, even if it's uncomfortable or difficult at times. While some viewers may find certain elements shocking or controversial, others appreciate the depth and complexity of the story being told. Ultimately, my goal is to create a lasting impact on audiences and leave them with something to ponder long after the performance is over. I: "Project X427" explores themes of societal norms and personal transformation. How do you relate these themes to your character and the production as a whole? A: Lucy's journey in "Project X427" serves as a powerful reminder that we should embrace our individuality and push beyond societal expectations. Her experiences challenge us to question what is considered 'normal' and inspire us to be true to ourselves, no matter how unconventional or unexpected the path may be – much like the physical demands of the role itself. Interview with Sarah James in the "Courier" [September 8th]: Interviewer (I): Good evening, Sarah James. I'm thrilled to have the opportunity to speak with you about your latest production, "Project X427" The concept is quite unique, and the audience is certainly in for a surprise. Could you tell us a bit more about the inspiration behind your creative setup? Sarah James (S): Absolutely. "Project X427" was born out of the desire to explore the theme of gender inequality in subtle yet unexpected ways. The idea came to me during a long train ride when I observed how differently men and women handle situations where they need to relieve themselves urgently. I wanted to create a situation that would challenge those norms and provide an opportunity for both genders to experience frustration and relief together. I: It's quite intriguing how you've used the element of urination to convey this message. Why is so much urination necessary in your production? S: Urination, as a physical necessity, is something that everyone can relate to. By incorporating it into the play, we create an immersive experience that resonates with the audience on a visceral level. It's not just about the relief of urinating but also about the desperation leading up to that moment. In this production, the situation forces the characters to confront their own needs and the societal expectations surrounding them. I: Some might argue that the large quantities of urine released on stage are unnecessary or even shocking. How do you respond to such criticisms? S: I believe that using the element of surprise and shock can be a powerful storytelling tool when used effectively. By pushing boundaries and challenging societal norms, we as artists can spark conversations and provoke thought. In "Project X427" the large quantities of urine serve to emphasize the intensity of the characters' physical and emotional states. It's important to remember that our intentions are not to offend but to challenge perceptions and encourage dialogue around topics that may be considered taboo or uncomfortable. I: Could you speak a bit more about the added value of having the actors and actresses perform real urination on stage? S: Absolutely. By choosing to incorporate real urination, we create a heightened sense of authenticity and immersion for the audience. It's one thing to imagine the desperation and relief experienced by the characters; it's another to witness it firsthand. Furthermore, having the actresses take control of their bodies and their situations in a powerful, self-confident way adds an element of empowerment and strength to their performances that is both captivating and inspiring. I: Sarah, you've touched on the importance of authenticity and immersion in your production. Could you discuss how the real and intense desperation experienced by the actresses contributes to this experience? S: Absolutely. While real urination is not an uncommon occurrence in modern theater, having actresses experience real desperation before relief in such a visceral way is something new and powerful. By allowing the audience to witness the characters' intense frustration and their struggle to find a solution to their problem, we create a deeper emotional connection. This sense of urgency and anticipation keeps the audience on the edge of their seats, making them feel as if they are truly experiencing the characters' journey. I: Sarah, you've mentioned the intense desperation and relief experienced by your characters. Could you expand on how this emotional connection translates to the audience? S: Absolutely. By creating a situation where both the audience and the characters are experiencing a shared sense of frustration and anticipation, we build an emotional bond between them. The audience becomes invested in the characters' well-being and is rooting for their relief. When the actresses finally urinate, the audience experiences a collective sense of satisfaction and relief. The large quantities of urine released emphasizes this moment of release and catharsis, creating an even stronger emotional response. Portraying the intense desperation experienced by the actresses serves to emphasize the physical and emotional challenges they face, making their relief all the more satisfying and impactful. By confronting taboo subjects and challenging societal norms, we as artists can spark conversations and inspire change. I: It seems that your production not only challenges societal norms but also taps into our primal instincts and emotions. Could you discuss how the element of surprise plays a role in achieving this? S: Absolutely. Surprise is a powerful tool for engaging an audience and keeping them invested in the story. In "Project X427" the initial shock of witnessing urination on stage sets the tone for the rest of the production. It captures the audience's attention and keeps them guessing, wondering what other unexpected elements may be introduced. By continually pushing boundaries and challenging expectations, we keep the audience engaged and emotionally invested in the story. I: You also mentioned that incorporating real urination adds an element of authenticity and immersion for the audience. Could you elaborate on how this heightened sense of reality contributes to the overall impact of the production? S: By choosing to incorporate real urination, we create a more visceral experience for the audience. The physical reality of the situation draws the audience in and makes them feel as if they are truly experiencing the characters' journey. This heightened sense of immersion allows the audience to connect with the story on a deeper level, making the themes of gender inequality and the importance of self-confidence and empowerment all the more impactful.
  12. (Small idea I had, first time posting any writing here!) -- She’s a good girl. Very willing to please. . Evie Meskin had been holding her pee for seven hours now, and it didn’t look like that would be ending any time soon. She smoothed the palms of her hands over her skirt (the grey one, the one her friend Nini said made her look taller) and tried not to jiggle her legs. She’d known what she was getting into, after all; she just hadn’t expected it to start quite so soon! What are they even doing in there? Sucking each other’s cocks? Well, Evie had seen the carpet, in the office she’d been so cordially locked outside of: she hoped they had Neosporin for the rug burn. Though, if the carpets here were being changed multiple times a year, she supposed it made sense they’d be budget quality… Evie caught her left foot tapping and jammed her heel forcibly into the polished floor, wincing at the dent in the wood. Oops. She hadn’t even been told to wear heels here, she’d just… wanted to make a good impression. A good impression before pissing yourself, the voice in her head mocked, gaining a distinctly gleeful lilt. Don’t worry about that scuff-mark, I’m sure these floors have seen a lot worse! This was definitely part of it, right? Leaving her out here while inside they droned on and on, muffled voices the only thing she could hear despite how hard she’d tried to listen (that had been during the first hour). Seven hours since her last bathroom break at that truck stop on the road, four hours of hilly mountain road, who-knows-how-long wandering around trying to find the correct entrance and go over the paperwork and then… her watch beeped, informing her it was 1800. An hour and forty-three minutes sitting outside this damn room filling up even more from the tea and fruit juice she’d been too nervous to refuse. God. She really had to pee. If they were going to forget about her, she might as well do something to help herself hold. Bouncing her legs was still out (these shoes under these high ceilings echoed) but there was no reason she couldn’t cross her legs. Carefully-- looking up and down the hallway to check for passers-by, though she’d seen nobody else since she’d come to sit out here-- she slipped her left leg over her right and pressed a fist at the apex of her thighs, where it would be hidden from view. Fuck. Evie tilted her head back against the wood-paneled wall and breathed out through her nose. She’d been clenching her muscles as hard as she could, but she could feel that they were getting tired, achy. If she let a tiny bit out, would it even show up on her skirt? Maybe it would dry before those inconsiderate jerks even came out to tell her where to go next. Don’t, she told herself. You promised you’d be good. And that sent a shiver down her spine, shifting her hips unconsciously against the too-thin cushion of the bench she’d been relegated to until someone decided she was worth remembering. Never mind the tea and juice, or the bottles of water you drank in the car coming here, or the lemonade with lunch that definitely didn’t have time to make it through her system before that truck stop. Her bladder throbbed. You don’t even know where the restrooms are, even if they do come out in the next fifteen minutes, could you find them before you wet yourself? She swallowed as the back of her neck flushed hot. Drip… drip… drip… drip… what’s that? Evie tore open her eyes and saw a woman with a mop leaning against the wall between the two elevators, eyeing the drops from the bottom as she lifted the braided ends out of a soapy bucket before her. The bucket was more full than Evie would have expected, for this kind of work. She realized she was squirming and tried to stop. She was almost successful. “Hello,” she squeaked, and then blushed darker, jamming her fist more firmly between her legs. “I’m sorry to bother you, but would you be able to point me the way to the bathroom? Just for now, they haven’t-- I’m—” her free hand was flailing. Mortified, Evie dropped it to her side, where it immediately curled around the edge of the bench and gripped tight. “Um. If you wouldn’t mind.” The woman raised her eyes to meet Evie’s with the kind of slow stateliness reserved for royal processions, and did not respond. She dunked the mop back into the bucket and pumped it up and down a few times. The sloshing was agony. Evie’s thighs pressed so tightly together she was almost worried she’d lose feeling. “Fuck,” she whispered under her breath. Oh, she hoped the woman hadn’t heard her. “I’m sorry! I just, if it’s around the corner or down a flight of stairs or something, if you could tell me?” A wave of heat pulsed through her abdomen, and Evie clenched her teeth around her own question: a moment later she realized she could feel wetness seeping into the cotton of her panties. The first leak. “Please, maybe if you don’t know, you could tell me who to ask?” Slosh, slosh. Drip, and drip again. A whimper rose in Evie’s throat, but she choked it back before it could escape. “It’s a little bit of, um. An emergency. You see.” She was so red now she could feel it spreading to her chest, the very top of her head, the rush of blood making her dizzy. Both of her hands were white-knuckled. Seven hours. Why did she accept the tea? She knew it was a diuretic, she could have pretended to be sensitive to caffeine and gotten by with just the juice. Don’t think about the juice. Evie’s legs were shaking now, and she couldn’t control it. “That’s okay, I’ll just wait to see if anyone else!” She’s the first person you’ve seen walk by in two hours. There isn’t going to be anyone else The walls of her bladder squeezed in, excitement and alarm, and Evie jolted forward over her knees. “Do you come here often? Sorry, um, that was so rude, and not what makes sense at all, I’m being stupid. I just, kind of have to pee?” Nothing about the woman’s face made it seem like she cared, or even heard Evie at all. Only that unwavering gaze, steady, as Evie’s desperate bladder muscles definitely were not. She lifted the mop and let it slap (cruelly, Evie thought in near-hysteria) against the tiles, water seeping around it to form a puddle. Another dribble of wetness leaked out into her panties. Fuck. She really wasn’t going to make it. Why that tea! Idiot! Squish, slap slap. Squish, slap slap. Drip, drop, drip. Evie closed her eyes again and forced back another whine, using both hands to hold herself now. The fullness of her bladder was absolute: past absolute. It was so full even the expansion of her lungs threatened to force the urine out of her: there wasn’t enough room in her body. “Oh, fuck. Ma’am, I’m very sorry, but if you can’t tell me where a bathroom is I’m afraid I’m going to-- ah!” That leak had felt good, dangerously so. “I really hope these cushions are waterproof!” Sploosh. Back into the bucket. As Evie curled over herself, helpless to straighten up, the woman grasped the wire handle and leisurely walked across the wide space to stand in front of Evie. Finally, she thought, though she had no idea what for. Clearly she wasn’t being helped to a bathroom. Unless-- “They aren’t,” the woman said, her first time speaking. Her voice was low and icily cold. Then, with one hand as if bored by the motion, she titled the bottom of the bucket up and poured a long stream of water onto the floor. “No,” Evie gasped, as the rushing in her ears came to a head. “Oh, no, fuck, no no nonononono—” but it was too late: she tried to clamp down, but the splashing was more than her bladder could take. Pee gushed between her legs, spilling through the gusset of her pantyhose and into the wool of her skirt. She could feel it pooling underneath her, the force of it too strong to soak into even these-- not waterproof, her mind helpfully supplied-- cushions immediately; overflow poured down to her hem, sending rivulets to patter around her shoes. With a moan, Evie finally managed to wrench her tortured bladder closed-- but it was too late. She had wet herself, and this-- strange?-- woman had watched the whole thing. Her heart beat frantically in her throat. The small amount of pee still in her bladder swirled. Sooner rather than later, it would come out as well. The bucket was empty; Evie wished she could say the same. The woman turned it over and propped a corner on her hip, and for the first time an emotion flashed in her dark eyes. Evie was too addled to tell what it was, but it might have been interest. “Welcome to my home, Ms. Meskin,” the woman said, as Evie’s sodden pantyhose began to cool against her skin. “I hope you enjoy your stay. I’m sure you’ll fit in here perfectly.”
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    Plot Outline While enjoying a field trip, five ordinary students suddenly find themselves stranded in an unfamiliar world. But it soon turns out that they might not be quite as ordinary as they thought! You play as Reguma, schoolboy and RPG expert, as he leads his four cute schoolgirl classmates through a grand adventure in a fantastical realm, battling against demon hoards and fulfilling an ancient prophecy. But facing long treks, exhausting fights and sticky situations, will these girls be able to keep their underwear dry? Summary This is an English translation of the full version of Ao Kurage's wonderful RPG もじクエ (MojiQue) into English. The project was officially completed on the 10th of September, 2020 with the help of many contributors and supporters! The GitHub page for the translation can be found here. Please find the original Japanese version here. Uncensor Patch Here's an optional uncensor patch for the bath scene: https://mega.nz/file/xYNkUSbR#HPIP30eeDhjYdraOviQuJxg-41FYs2KSs-fKSFlMaEk Drag the Graphics folder into the root of the game directory, overwriting all files. A rencensor patch (for reverting the uncensor patch) is available here: https://mega.nz/file/JcMTkAKK#1xB6OxbeacrIM-oYC2Wp_XW3K2mYKwLdE9rSM1inqvc Discussion Thread My Game Won't Work! PLEASE READ. You may see an error like this: If so, please follow the instructions below to allow Japanese games to be supported on a non-Japanese Windows PC. Not following these steps is the cause of many error messages encountered when trying to play this game. Navigate to the Control Panel and go to the Clock and Region section Click on the Region link Switch to the Administrative tab Click on Change system locale... Open the Current system locale drop down and select Japanese (Japan) Click OK on the open dialogs, then restart your system There has also been plenty of discussion around technical issues in this file's comments section already, so please search around before asking. Survey: Feedback and Issues Please let me know at the following link if you have found any problems with the translated dialogue in the full version of the game. https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/FZP6TKX
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  14. Might be a little lengthy but any comments are welcome. Flowers blossomed into vivid shades around campus, but no one could enjoy it for the muggy heat. Although, there was a sense of electricity carried by every student. Specifically, Sarah and Aaron. It was summer. The couple was closing their sophomore year of college out in South Carolina, and would soon be headed to the Grand Canyon as the first vacation they would take together. Sarah was keeping her apartment over the summer, while Aaron had to move out of the dorms today. "I think that is everything," He remarked. Boxes were stacked in the corner of Sarah's bedroom. A mini fridge jutting out of the doorway. A pile of hanging clothes flung over the bed. "We could go ahead and clean this up some more if you would like?" Sarah's body was nearly jittery from the urge take his clothes off now, not later in a hotel. That auburn hair and those chocolate eyes didn't help either. "Hm?" She hummed. "Want to clean the mess?" He replied. Her arm flung out, around the room, "This? No. Don't worry. My door is going to be shut for the next two and half weeks. Madison and Lane won't bother anything. Now let's hit the road." He nodded in agreement. Aaron used the restroom while Sarah said goodbye to her roommates. They then met the luggage that was already waiting in the car. Thirty minutes down the road Aaron eased the blaring music to talk to Sarah who had propped her legs onto the dash and was DJing, "Since it's already 2:30, I think our best bet is to find a hotel on the other side of Atlanta." "Why on the other side?" She wondered curiously. She didn't know much about geography. This would be the first long road trip she had been on since she was fifteen. "Atlanta is huge and the traffic is terrible. If we get to the other side we can wake up bright and early but miss the morning traffic," He explained. She nodded, still sidetracked from his muscular arms. Her hand wrapped around his. His thumb rubbed her knuckle and she melted. The bliss lasted for a long time. Until the monstrous Atlanta came into view. They had barely made it on the outskirts when the standstill started. For as long as she could see traffic was stopped, not moving any. Aaron stretched and for the first time in over an hour they weren't touching at all, "we didn't miss the afternoon traffic." A glance confirmed it was 4:40, "It just started. This is going to be awhile." Sarah isn't sure if it had been there warning her for a long time. Or if it had just started. She had her legs crossed already, so it had probably been creeping up on her. Now, stopped and backed up in traffic, it hit her. All at once there was a sensory overload. The pressure on her bladder was immense. Her water bottle long ago emptied. Her legs now tensing as her urethra screamed for relief. Her brain scrambled in circles. Aaron kept blabbering, but it took all her concentration to not hold herself. "Well?" He asked her a question. What had he said? "Uhh..." She stammered. Her bladder spasmed, and with horror she reached toward her crotch. Breathing deeply, she rested the hand on her thigh. "When we finally get through here, do you want to stop for food or just get room service?" His voice floated through. "Whatever you want. Probably stop, it will be che-eaper. When do you think that will be?" She managed to make out. I should just tell him. But what if he freaks out? I shouldn't tell him because he can't do anything, we are stuck. But I trust him and I know him enough... "Okay that sounds good. It'll probably be another hour, I'm not sure though. Top hits or eighties? Oh, bug." He laughed at their silly car game. When Sarah remained quiet, clearly trapped in her own world, he glanced over. At the realization of what was going on a smile almost hinted at the edge of his lips. He knew that Sarah wasn't into this kind of thing from the party, but he was. "I need to use the restroom," She let out. I wonder how badly? Popped into his head. At this point he calculated it was bad because he could tell by looking. She was tensed. Legs crossed at an oddly tight angle. Wearing a bewildered look with squinted brows. It was further confirmed a second later as she squirmed in her seat, her lips pouting and face embarrassed. Sarah was in the worse predicament she had ever been in. Her bladder was bursting, these liquids sloshing around were soon going to overflow. Pink crept up in her cheeks as she told Aaron and remained as she had to wiggle in her seat to hold back the flood. But it wasn't giving up, waves of desperation racked her. The pressure built. Her urethra tingled on fire. If I leak, she thought, I might not be able to stop. I can't leak. "What can I do?" Aaron asked. She half shrugged, repositioning her legs. Oh no! She tensed her pelvic muscles, too late. She wedged herself in her seat loosing a bit more before clamping off the flow. Aaron saw the shock pass over her face, biting her lip. "If you need to, uh, hold. I mean... feel free." He turned his body slightly in the other direction. "I don't, it, um, it's not that bad," She stuttered out, knowing that it was. Another minute passed before she caved. Aaron saw it out of the corner of his eye. She uncrossed her legs, keeping her thighs together the whole time. Her legs jiggle up and down, and there was a barely audible noise between a whimper and moan. Her hand resting on her lower thighs slid up between her legs. Is she loosing it? He wondered, but couldn't get the courage to ask. The traffic inched forward and stopped again. "Do you think there's somewhere on one of these exits to get off?" Sarah asked desperately, thrashing and bouncing in her seat. This is a loosing battle, she thought. There's so much, I have to go so bad... please, please don't leak. "Maybe, I'm not sure which exit or if the traffic would be bad trying to get off," Aaron replied. He realized that it would be okay with him if they didn't find a bathroom. But at the thought of how Sarah would feel, he picked up his phone to Google it. "I hope there's somewhere," Her voice sounded small and quivered slightly. The effort to hold was beginning to make her sweat. She didn't know how much longer she could wait, but she had to try, right? "Well, I found a couple. Looks like there will be the least traffic up the road. About 4 more miles." At this point they had made it three miles in thirty minutes. Sarah was calculating as Aaron continued, "Maps says it will be about twenty five minutes." "That's great," She replied full of sarcasm. "Ugh," She grunted. Another five minutes passed and they were finally creeping along, Sarah figured it would be doubtful if she made it anywhere dry. In response her pelvic muscles failed and more creeped out, dampening her underwear. She tightened her grip, not sure that is was helping much, and bobbed up and down. It was jut a drop, it's okay, you've got this, she cheered herself on. Two exits later, and beyond bursting her muscles throbbing and bladder quivering she leaked. She whimper, tearing up, as Aaron looked over. "Hey," He murmured gently, "it's okay." "But I," she protested her hand jiggling. Aaron continued, "I'm not upset or anything, as soon as this is over we never have to talk of it again. And it won't make me love you any less, I promise," He added. He enjoyed this but seeing her in pain was enough. They need to be getting to a bathroom now. They were in the right hand land and Aaron spotted a truck spot right off of the next exit. "I'm going there," He pointed. They weren't far from being able to take the exit. I can wait that long for sure. But setting herself up for relief was almost to much when her bladder cried in agony. Her jeans were now damp, much more and there would be now holding back. She counted seconds and squirmed and wiggling her all her might every thirty seconds. Then they were there. The bathrooms were less than thirty feet away she could see the sign from the window. "I don't, I don't know if I can," She started not moving. Aaron smiled warmly, seemingly not phased by this, "You can, just go, it's alright." She nodded hurriedly walking and jogging into the bathroom loosing some on the way. Aaron got out of the car and retrieved her jacket before going to the bathroom himself. He was waiting her Sarah exited, her face flushed. He handed her the jacket, but didn't comment as she tied it around her waist. He knew. "Thank you," She said once they were back in the car. He nodded, this time picking up her hand to hold. If you would like to see more of Sarah and Aaron let me know. I have one previous story posted already.
  15. Figured it's time to post art here :3 Slowly working on more, in the meantime here's the latest Pearl.
  16. From the album: Jailor Eckman's (Fluffier) Hoard

    The pun is too obvious here... XD Poor Nia! That's definitely gonna make the news! And go viral... I guess she should've found a way to hold it --- even with the weight of hyena mistress pouncing on her bladder. External pressure is no excuse, after all! :] A huge "thank you" to Spotte for commissioning this in celebration of Nadia's birthday! (Who wouldn't want a leaky deer on their birthday?!) X]
  17. I again, I have been searching a lot of indian Pee holding content and trying to save and preserve it from getting disappeared from the whole internet. Before this happens I have been trying my best to search these hard finding videos and back it up at clouds.. If anyone have some pls help us to make a list like we are doing for movie scenes in our Discord server.
  18. Hey guys. After seeing some youtube channels with videos of desperate girls from live TV chat shows in the General Discussions forum, I went through all these vids and uncovered some real gems, where desperation is really obvious. I have thus downloaded these vids and will gradually post the really good ones on this thread. Hopefully, if anyone else has similar kinds of videos, they can post them here as well. (Note to moderators: I was unsure whether posting this stuff is banned or not. I've read the rules and there doesn't appear to be anything banning the posting of such vids. In fact, almost all these vids are publicly available on youtube, and since they're take from live TV stations, the girls do know that they are being filmed. However, should you really wish me to stop posting them, just inform me). The first video is from hot blonde Mikki B from red light central. You can see her obvious desperation - she holds herself, crouches on the floor, leg bouncing, and any person with no experience of lip-reading (myself included) can tell that she is pleading to be let off screen. (Note: this video originally came in two parts....I have merged them together for convenience). Enjoy RLC1 to09 10 2014 827 flv 010(1)(1).mp4
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