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  1. Equusquagga

    female Train was delayed!

    Hi everyone! Been busy with uni work and so my mild omo adventures have been pretty dull, mainly holding until I finish the next paragraph etc or whatever, nothing particularly thrilling, but here I am, with another commuters' tail. I was wearing black skinny jeans, beige high tops with fluff inside, a white t-shirt with a cat on it wearing a beanie, my dark red uni hoodie, and a red woolly bobble hat thing cos it is FREEZING!. I went to uni on the 9:55 train which was as always delayed as it is around this time of year, and drank my breakfast milkshake. Chocolate fudge brownie frijj. Diabetes incoming? After my 50 minute journey, I had a 10 minute wait until class, then I drank my orange and mango juice whilst in class. The class lasted 50 minutes, and I needed to go at around a 4 when I was packing up my stuff. I went outside and sweet mother mary it was chuffing cold outside. I went with my old housemate from previous tales to Sainsburys and bought a sandwich and some jelly - the jelly im yet to eat actually, and briskly walked to the station. Ticket prepared for the barriers but they were open. I walked to platform 3 and.... where is the train? It normally terminates and sits there for nearly an hour before going off again, letting me sit there and be warm and hugged, all with complimentary wifi! Alas, an unfortunate incident had occurred involving a body being hit by a train. And loads of lines and such were closed. I was listening to announcements, and being really cold. Our train was still being displayed as running, so I sat on a bench watching my fingers turn purple - I need to get some gloves! I ignored it at first. That slow stretching and creeping as your bladder fills. I was so cold! The screen kept wiping and displaying new information of what was cancelled. After sitting there for I don't know, about 30 minutes, a tannoy announcement was made saying we should take a train from platform 1 and change at station X, so I did. That train was a posher train and far more warm, but now I really really had to pee! It went away if I sat a certain way, but it was starting to be on my mind a lot. I got off posh train after I'm not sure how long because I was bursting, and was happy to find myself on platform 1, though I had to wait 20ish minutes for my train to come. I decided I would hold it, and I was doing well, but with 10 minutes to go I couldn't ignore the alarm signals. I wanted to cross my legs and stuff but I couldn't. I had to resort to pacing up and down a bit, but by the end I stood still and just squeezed my thighs together whenever I got a wave. After a while I couldn't not stand without my legs pressed together, but I think the cold hid my predicament. Not so sure about the guy in front who was either pacing frantically or standing with his legs wrapped around each other. The toilets were over the footbridge and now it was too late to run over. I decided to at least go on the train if not to make it home. Eventually my train came and I found a seat. I sat down and finally ate my lunch I couldn't sit still. I had to cross my legs tightly and rock back and forth, I was getting worried to be honest. It was my stop and I got off. The cold hit and my whole bladder started tingling. I marched home, I wasn't really aware of time, just the pain bouncing back at me from my bladder. I was bursting. I stopped at the bench on the way home, and got my keys out so I could go straight in. Eventually my house was there! The chill was begging my bladder to spasm and I was fighting with everything. I unlocked the door and ran in, only for the doorbell to go and a Hermes(!) lady asked me to take in a parcel for across the road, which I did. Then I hurriedly shut the door and kicked my shoes off, running upstairs and finally able to get sweet relief. I then had a nap for around an hour, and woke up being absolutely desperate to pee once again! I don't know what it was, but I could barely fumble out of bed I had to go so bad. I got in the toilet and shut the door, and had to cross my legs and shove my hands in my crotch to avoid completely wetting myself. Once under control I peed in the toilet and all was well! Hope I can be more active soon, EQ
  2. When I was in 8th grad, we had a really nice trainee teacher in history class. She was in her early twenties, quiet thin with short, dark hair in pageboy style. I know most of us pubescend boy loved her, even though nobody admitted it. Me too. The best part is, that she sometimes became desperate during our classes. I assume she had a weak bladder, was nervous, forgot to go or was too shy to go in front of us or the senior teachers. Anyway two incidents were outstanding, because she obviously was at her limit. The first time was our second lesson and there was still an expirienced teacher observing her in the back of the classroom. I sat at my desk in second row admiring her. She wore a short red skirt with a thin blue pantyhose and a tight tank top without a bra showing her small breasts. After 1 hour into class I saw that she became a bit restless. While in the beginning I caught a few glimps under her skirt, when she opened her knees slightly, she started to cross her legs this way and the other or teeter them. Also when she stood she didn´t stand still. She marched from one side to the other. If she had to write on the board she stepped from one foot to the other. Besides she was more and more destracted. This made the supervisor ask her, if anything is amiss. Which she denied. but she got even more agitated and really squirmed a lot. I could see that she tried to compose herself and not to fidget too obvious, but everybody must have recognized that this girl was in disstress. I was really aroused by her predicament, but I am not sure, if everybody knew the reason for her behaviour. At one point the senior observer even asked her, if she wants to make a little break. When she said "No, why?" he directly said: "Maybe you want to go to the bathroom." She blushed but said: "No thank you, why should I?" To which he anwsered: "Because it looks like you have to go." But again she vehemtly gainsayed it. Oh, how I enjoyed this show. When class was over, he approached her and started a discussion that she may not torture herself and should use the loo before classes or if it was an emergency ask for a shortterm substitution. But still she denied her need flatly to which the supervisor shook his head and left. As soon as he was gone she dashed out of the room.
  3. Call.Me.Izzy

    Female The Long Drive Home

    I received such nice comments on my other story, I decided to try my hand at another. =) Also, I just sold the car (the co-star of this story) a few weeks ago. She was my first, and I loved her. Baja, baby, this is for you! [Everyone else, feel free to judge me. ] Again, I'll start with a little background. If you prefer to skip straight to the desperation, scroll down to the ALL CAPS HINTING! The first semester of my senior year of high school was a busy one. Anyone who's read my last story may have guessed by now I'm something of an academic. Not necessarily by choice--I've never been a good student, by any stretch of the imagination. I just happen to be passably smart and have super-driven-immigrant-turned-doctor parents. Any first generation American students will probably understand this. The point is I spent a lot of time working school stuff, both during, and after school hours. This included a number of extra curricular activities, in particular dance, acting, and singing. I was in basic choir all four years of high school, and competition choir for the last three years. Since the latter counted as an extra school course, I was behind on some of my classes when it came time for graduation, and had to take a practical course (computer, in this case) at the local community college. I was pretty 'eh' on the whole matter. Part of me said, 'Whatever, it's a computer class. I'll be learning how to use the internet to search for chicken pot pie recipes.' Another part of me said, 'It's my senior year, and I'm spending my nights (after choir practice, and before theater rehearsals) in a chilly classroom full of middle age men who don't know what flash drives are.' In any case, I sucked it up (or was forced to), and made the trip out. The class was...well, we spent the first day learning how to safely turn on a computer. Completely understandable for a generation who had missed out on that, but I was born in '89. I grew up on the internet, so I spent the majority of my class time playing forum roleplays. The second night I was there, the older gentleman (early 60s, maybe) seated next to me started asking questions. I couldn't just not tell him how to turn on his monitor, but it seemed that small instruction opened the flood gates, and suddenly we were the best of friends. This was back in my cripplingly shy days, so the fact that I was chatting in such a...friendly manner with a man who could have been my grandfather was strange for me. It was made stranger still by the fact that when I left that evening, he offered me a ride home. Now, it's entirely possible he was just being sincere, but some of his gestures had been just a little too friendly, so I politely declined and quickly headed toward my car. And that's how things went for some time--class would finish, and I would hightail it out of there to avoid talking to him. In the class of about 40 people, I was, at seventeen, easily the youngest by at least ten years, so there wasn't a whole lot to be done for it. A few weeks before Christmas, I started chugging coffee and other caffeinated drinks with an unhealthy fervor. Finals were approaching, as well as a Christmas concert, and Christmas dance recital, a Christmas musical, and a performance for a piano class. In addition to the holiday and its festivities, both my brother and I were trying to incorporate birthday plans (he was to turn 15 on the 15th of December; I was turning 18 on the 24th), while also balancing school things. I've always been a multitasker, but I'd taken to coffee just to keep on my toes. This particular evening, I was coming from a dance rehearsal, meaning I had a half hour commute, which was plenty of time to chug a 30oz iced coffee on an empty stomach. The water bottle I saved for class, when I knew the caffeine would have me feeling thirsty. DESPERATION STARTS HERE! Having gone straight from school to dance, and back to class, I hadn't gone to the bathroom since lunch time that day; the computer class started around 8pm, but I wasn't too worried, since aside from the coffee, I hadn't had anything but a soda, and some more coffee that morning (I should mention I drank a LOT of coffee back then. Still do. Bad habit for which I feel no shame). I sipped the water bottle throughout the two hour class, without feeling much but a small twinge, which I ignored, because I was already the youngest in the class, and didn't want to make myself any more known by having to leave in the middle of lecture. As class went on, it went from a twinge to a gentle reminder. Sort of a, "Hey, Iz. You should go use the rest room now." I crossed my legs and ignored it. My creepy older friend from before was sitting next to the door, and there was no way I'd be able to get past him without starting a conversation. Besides, I had the feeling that if I tried to stand, I'd end up doing a subtle 'potty dance', and that was the absolute last thing I wanted this guy to witness. Half an hour later, at the end of class, I was jiggling my leg as I packed up my stuff. I hurriedly shut of my computer and headed for the door, determined not to talk to anyone, as I was pretty sure I wouldn't have been able to stand still. It wasn't until I got to the door of the classroom, I realized I had no idea where the bathroom was. 22-year-old Izzy would have just asked. 17-year-old Izzy saw too-friendly guy heading toward her and bolted. It was a twenty minute ride back home where I could relieve myself in peace. I could make it. And relief it would be. I'd finished my water bottle without thinking, and the absurd amount of caffeine I'd taken in that day was wreaking havoc on my bladder. Since I was still at the college, I couldn't very well hold myseld, though now that I was up, it was all I wanted to do. Instead, I hunched over slightly and sort of hobbled to my car, giving Mr. Too-Friendly a strained smile as I passed him and headed toward my car. Sometime in there, my desperation went from 6 to 8. As soon as I sat down, I rammed one hand into my crotch and leaned forward so fast, I almost brained myself on my steering wheel. I seriously considered going back inside, but I was a) too afraid I'd leak if I stood up, and B) mortified at the idea of having to go back into the building just to ask where the bathroom was. I sat and rocked and just sort of squeezed for a few minutes, knowing I couldn't go back inside, knowing I could make it to home if I just found a comfortable position. The pressure was getting a bit painful, and my muscles, yet untrained in this sort of thing (but remembering the ACT torture) were not game to play. I couldn't fold my legs, since I was supposed to be driving, so I kept my hand in my crotch as I started up the car. It was late, and my house was a ways away, but the roads were almost empty at this time of night (10pm, and the college was on the other side of town from my place, between which lay a good deal of undisturbed country road). I could speed and cut my time down to fifteen minutes. As soon as I pulled out an onto the road, though, the control I had managed to regain shattered, and I absolutely knew there was no way I was going to make it home. It was too late to turn back--if I stood, I'd lose it for sure--but I couldn't keep driving either. At this point, my attention was completely on my aching bladder, and I was a new enough driver that it would be dangerous to try and make it. At first, I only thought about wetting. I was seventeen, after all, a senior in high school and way too old for that sort of thing. And what would I tell my parents? My next thought was of heading to a gas station, but the closest one was at least ten minutes away, and as my bladder contracted in protest, I moaned and hunched over, eager to relieve myself as soon as possible. I was just thinking I'd give up and turn around when a car pulled out in front of me. I put my foot on the break instinctively, and managed to avoid collision--but at the cost of jolting my bladder. Between the surprise of the car and the sudden movement, I spurted suddenly into my leggings and shorts (as I'd just come from dance). I froze. No. No. No, this couldn't be happening now. No-- But my bladder had been stretched to its limits, and once my body got a taste of relief, it wanted more. I sat there, clenching, fighting, trying to hold back the flood, but there was no stopping it. It soaked through my clothes at an impossibly fast rate, and even as I tried to hold back, the relief was so amazing, I couldn't help but moan. The other car had pulled away, so I was just sitting there in the middle of the road, a few feet from a stop sign, peeing uncontrollably and moaning in the dark. I forgot about what I'd tell my parents, and what it meant to be seventeen and having an accident, and lost myself in the relief of the moment. By the time I stopped, both me and the carseat were soaked. I just kind of sat there, dumbfounded for a minute, before it occurred to me that I was still on the road, and really should be moving to avoid suspicion. I pulled up to the stop sign, turned on the radio, sighed, and started laughing. The trip back was a much more pleasant experience. Once I got home, I snuck into the garage, found some leather cleaner, and fixed up my car, glad none of it had gotten onto the carpet. Next, I rinsed myself with the hose before going inside to face my mother. This is where the acting part came in. =) "What happened?" she asked, clearly aghast at my soaked appearance from the waist down. I made a face somewhere between shame and pity-me. "I slipped in the mud on the way to my car. The college classrooms all close at ten, and they turned out the lights on me, so I just--" "Aw, poor thing! That's dangerous, they really shouldn't..." She was saying other things, but I knew since I'd triggered maternal instinct (she hated me driving country roads so 'late' at night), I'd be okay. I threw my clothes in the wash, hopped in the shower, and almost immediately started thinking whether it was weird that I'd enjoyed the whole ordeal as much as I had. -FIN-
  4. View File Hot panty desperation and wetting Again, the title says it all, from Tumblr. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 10/15/2018 Category Desperation Clothing  
  5. 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
  6. ♥Arie♥🇫🇮

    The Daily Dilemmas of Desperation-Town

    It was Monday morning, and I awoke from my bed. I sat up and yawned, stretching out my body. I was in my black undergarments, belly button exposed and feet uncovered. I looked at my alarm clock, which displayed that the time was 6:55 AM. I had only 15 minutes to get myself dressed and ready for school. I sat up, and walked towards my dresser. I'd wear the same apparel as I would every week. Each day, my clothing would be slightly different. Today I decided that I would wear a pink and white average outfit. A pink scarf and skirt, and a plain white t-shirt. I pulled over the shirt, and put on the scarf. I finished getting dressed by throwing on high, black socks and the short, pink skirt. I pull on my tennis-shoes, and fix up my hair. I didn't need to bring any bags, as all of my stuff was already in my locker. I glanced at the clock, 7:01 AM. I had 9 minutes to get to school, no time to lose! I ran out of my house and down the sidewalk. I reached the intersection, making a turn down the main street, where I would get to school. I sprinted so that I could make it there on time. Glancing at the city clock, I acknowledged the time again as 7:03 AM. It was until then that I realized something was wrong. I hadn't used the bathroom after I woke up! I would need to use it before I got to class in order to empty my bladder to prevent an accident from occurring. Under all circumstances, I did not want to wet myself at school in front of all my classmates, that would be embarrassing! I figured I would have to make a restroom stop before class. Quickly, I ran into the school. Once I got in, I made may way down to the first hall on the second floor, where my locker was. I reached my locker and began picking at the lock combination. After entering the combination, I opened the metal door, and grabbed my bag for my first class. I began sprinting down the hall. I glanced at one of the school clocks, 7:08 AM! I had two options. I could take the safe route and make a trip to the bathroom, risking tardiness. or, I could try to hold it throughout the class, which lasted an hour and thirty minutes. This marks the end of this part, and I'm eager to see what you guys think I should do!
  7. Wombat48

    Male desperation

    I have many recollections over the years of Male desperation that I have witnessed in public-would people be interested in me sharing these?
  8. Bees

    An Extreme Hold!

    Hey, I'm back! 😄 As you may know, I ran out of ideas with my last story, but if this goes like I think I will, then this one won't end as abruptly, and I can keep it going for a while. ^_^ My basic idea for this one is, a girl who enjoys holding it wakes up one day and decides to hold for a long period of time. You guys get to choose the girl, how long she holds for (or tries to), what she does, who she meets, and where she goes. (When she finally loses it, I will keep it going with later stories of the girl and her friends. c:) First of all, we'll have to pick the girl. What is her age? I'm thinking anywhere from 15-25, but any age is fine. Her hair colour? Any colour is fine, really. 😛 Her bust size? Doesn't have to be exact, either, 'big' and 'small' work just as well. Her holding capacity? Her name? And finally, is she just a human? Or should we mix this up and make her a neko? (And depending on the girl in question, I might be able to make a picture of her in the program I use called Kisekae 2. :P)
  9. It was a dreary Tuesday, it was around the late fall afternoon. Ella had been at work for almost 11 hours when she finally was able to go home. Her job as a front desk attendant for a local car dealership was a very long and uneventful job. But it paid the bills. She had plans that evening with a long time friend, Alyx. They were going to get dinner and drinks at the local Italian restaurant. Ella was wearing a pair of nice khaki pants and a very dressy shirt along with high heels. Her job required her to be very professional which meant very little time away from the front desk or the phones. Which also meant very little time for bathroom breaks during the day so she had to watch what she drank. Well today, she didn't really pay that any mind. She left work around 7pm and had to meet Alyx at 730. It was a 20 minute drive so she didn't have the time to stop anywhere. She hadn't noticed any urges or any out of the ordinary feelings until she got about half way to her car. She realized that she had to pee. And pretty bad too. But she decided to press on until she got to dinner. She got to her car and began to leave work when she got a cold chill. Not the kind from sickness but the kind telling her that she HAD to pee and it was an emergency. "This isn't good. This isn't good at all" she thought to herself. She sat with her legs pressed together and was constantly jiggling the left leg. "I'm a big girl. this is nothing...if I can handle a pregnancy and not wet myself once then this outta be cake." she whispered. She was about 5 minutes away when Alyx called her and told her that she'd have to reschedule and that she had an emergency come up. Ella was a little disappointed but was secretly happy given her predicament. She turned around and headed for home. Her apartment was about 10 minutes away and she was fairly certain she'd make it home without incident. Ella arrived to her apartment complex to see an ambulance sitting in her apartment. "...okay...guess I'll just have to park further away no biggie...." she thought as her bladder screamed for relief. She finally found a parking spot! But the downside was it was almost twice as far away as usual. She quickly got out of her car and locked the door behind her all while trying to do the most nonchalant pee dance. She didn't want anyone to know her situation and was super embarrassed that someone might see her. She walked as quickly as her heels and screaming bladder would let her without leaking any. She lived on second floor and usually took the stairs. She was starting to feel the immense pressure more and more with every step. The steps would be the hardest part of her challenge. But she took each step one at time. At this point, she was bent over at the waist. She had undone her belt and had a hand on her thigh. it was there to try and stop any pee that might try to escape. She was shaking from the desperation and she was begging herself to be strong enough to make it up just a few more stairs so she could relive herself. She made to her door after what seemed like an eternal walk from her car. She fumbled with her keys for a few seconds before opening the door. Her bathroom was at the backside of her apartment. She doubted she could contain herself that long. She made a split second decision. She ran into the kitchen, pulled her pants down as far as she could, and hopped up into the sink and unleashed the most relieving pee of her entire life. She sighed very loudly. She was so proud of herself for making home. She didn't make it to the toilet, but at least she didn't ruin her pants. And as far as he knew, no witnesses, not even her husband. I really enjoy writing these from time to time. I hope everyone else will at least somewhat enjoy it. If you ave any suggestions for more for future stories, I'd always love to hear them so either PM me or leave them below! Thanks!! -Sammi
  10. rachelkirwan

    Hot panty desperation and wetting

    Version 1.0.0

    201 downloads

    Again, the title says it all, from Tumblr. Enjoy, Rach

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  11. View File JAV-NMK-030 - Bondage Vibrator Wetting I stumbled across this one and have not seen it on here before, or even any of the clips. Japanese women in various outfits are tied up (in various ways) and a Hitchachi is used to make them wet themselves. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 10/15/2018 Category Female videos Clothing  
  12. Version 1.0.0

    321 downloads

    I stumbled across this one and have not seen it on here before, or even any of the clips. Japanese women in various outfits are tied up (in various ways) and a Hitchachi is used to make them wet themselves. Enjoy, Rach

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  13. Version 1.0.0

    375 downloads

    The title says most of it, tight jeans are wet, girls are fingered through wet panties, desperate lesbian make out sessions occur, and much much more. Enjoy, Rach

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  14. Hikewne

    The Twelve Fanatics

    Version 2.7.2

    5,423 downloads

    Description: And finally I have deigned to post something with an story of my own authory after a couple of years lurking. Here, I present you The Twelve Fanatics (which is the eh-"sequel" of another game I'm working on, called The Twelve Relics which was originally a novel I wrote years ago). Synopsis: In this world, a catastrophe repeats every 7000 years eradicating most human, animal and monster live forms in it; and, as one would expect, the survivors bring the world back to its course in time. During this one cycle, humans were given twelve powerful artifacts known as the Item Regalias, and based on them, twelve nations were founded. After some prosperous years, difficulties arised and I'm not really going to tell you my other game's whole story but these items cause a war between the nations. At first, it's just a cold war, but eventually unchains something bigger. This game takes part after that war ends, after almost 2,000 years, when the nations were starting to work back on communicating between eachother and establishing peaceful terms once again. Nevertheless, there's still people in pro for the war and thirsty for power out there who would do anything to bring the chaos back... Now, eight years after the big war ended, we find ourselves in the shoes of Solveig: an eighteen year old apprentice knight who wants to make her country and her world a better place to live in; but little she knew she was about to get in something bigger than what she could have ever imagined. Playstyle: Pretty much your regular RPG created with RPGVXA using some of Yanfly's engines to make it smoother. Battles are held between turns, as expected, with some explanations required that will be done ingame. [Things to notice: Skill Mastery system and Magic Level system, both will be explained ingame] Enjoy! SPECIAL THANKS TO: AkenoSama (Special collaboration) Sunflower (CG Artist) Harris (Tester & Background) AredApple (CG Artist) Phoenix (CG Artist) Makishi (CG Artist) DerivativeWings (Idea Collaboration and testing) anony123 (Testing) NaquanH (Testing) mogger (Testing) KnightOfStars (Testing) Main Discussion Thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/32616-rpg-maker-peedesperation-game-the-twelve-fanatics/ What we hope can hold the game's wiki: http://danverse.wikia.com/wiki/The_Twelve_Fanatics ANNOUNCEMENT 2 (02/11/2017): We just started a wiki! If you have time and you'd like to participate to create it, please don't doubt on send a word!

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  15. Something i have a big problem with is denying someone else the bathroom. I feel that because of my sexual interest of pee, i have to be extra liberal when i have the authority to deny someone a bathroom. For example, i used to work as a security guard. Some of the work sites i was at had restricted bathrooms to the public. I always did my best to try to permit people in need of going to go, unless explicitly told not to by my boss. To me, it just feels wrong to deny the bathroom to someone who needs to pee, especially a female because it feels like i'm doing what i enjoy sexually on an unwilling person. My question is, how do you feel when you have to deny someone the bathroom? Also, there are certain environments where you get authority to deny bathrooms, such as a school teacher, when you're driving with multiple people etc. Do you think we as omorashi fetishists need to be more lenient than the average person when letting people use bathrooms, or do you believe we can be as restrictive as we like? My opinion is that as people who take pleasure in seeing people need to pee need to be as lenient as possible when permitting others to use the bathroom. They should only deny it to people with a good reason. None of this "You should have gone earlier." crap. Also, i believe that if we were to deny someone the bathroom, explicitly just to get the enjoyment from their desperation, that's very wrong, akin to sexual harassment. Interested in hearing everyone's thoughts.
  16. View File Lesbian Desperation, Dominance, and Peeing Fun The title says most of it, tight jeans are wet, girls are fingered through wet panties, desperate lesbian make out sessions occur, and much much more. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 10/13/2018 Category Desperation Clothing  
  17. Waha reliefs herself on the nature, no problem for someone who lives in the jungle... I'll try to update this soon.
  18. wettingloverjeans

    Nice redtube aqua jeans wetting

    Nice video on redtube of a girl wetting her tight green skinny jeans outside of a locked door. She pees a lot! Could someone possibly rip it? https://www.redtube.com/1330589
  19. one video I was finding on another platform (but I can't find that one again, maybe that video got deleted somehow)? it was named "heavy delivery", while I think that the uploader also made at least another video (and some others were recommanded, because of being similar to this video). the other video was about reading a story, that shown guy was reading a text, while fake laughter was implemented as sound, also he've lost some pieces of clothes and he seems to be shy about it. the "heavy delivery" guy seems to be the same guy I think, but I can't find his nickname, only that one of this videos were shared on a page named "xnxx". both videos include genitals and peeing, only one guy is visible in each video. the "heavy delivery" guy was carrying a heavy object (similar to a part of a statue?) and the camera seems to represnt the person he's talking to. his shorts got lowered within the video, also his underwear is falling down too, this guy is uncut and peeing a clear stream later, making it look like it's "an accident". one video is entitled "heavy delivery", while I couldn't remember the other video. I couldn't find the nickname of the uploader on the mentioned page. I hope it's okay to party name that page (I don't include a video or the full page-name)? I think there was another platform where I was viewing that video, where also the other video was mentioned there, uploaded by the same user? btw: this user didn't show his face. feet until upper-body were shown within this video and the "heavy delivery" guy wore a white shirt and a party-torn white underwear. he begged to get to the restroom, he's not actually whispering, but quietly talking. I couldn't even find that video very easy, I've favorited it and found it just because of having it mentioned it there with a hint and that guy seems to be max. 30 years old and is talking in english language, no music can be heard in the background. there's another video, where I don't know the title, uploader's nickname or page where I was viewing it. it's about aguy who's studying, the camera is placed under the desk. that guy is desperate to pee and moaning can be heard, no music is playing. he's touching his genitals and wearing a possibly white boxershort. he's sitting onto a chair and trying not to wet himself, I'm not sure if some wetting-scenes are included here, but later the camera is placed in the bathroom instead. his underwear is kinda pee-stained now, while he's aining his (boner or flaccid?) dick into the toilet and the bathroom's door can be seen in this scene. that guy is getting back to the desk, where he wets his underwear again, I think. also possibly peeing in the toilet later again, but this time his pee-stream is more intense. I'm not sure if he's uncut, but I don't think he's talking that much. I'm not sure if his face can be seen in this video, but it's not made by the user of the previous-described videos (I think). all guy's pee-stream could be clear I think, while the latest-described guy seems to be max. 25 years I think. I'm not sure about the latest-described guy's outfit (next to wearing white underwear), but all videos seem to be recorded inside of a room with no other people around, if that detail wil help? if someone of you maybe knows this video and knows the user's nickname, it would be great to find these videos again and especially know if the mentioned page shows the original video or where I was finding the first video was the original user's channel instead. links don't have to be mentioned here, I could look through pages with knowing the 2 video-titles or user's nickname by myself. (just mentioning it, because I can't look for something if I don't know how it's named) I was trying to find these videos, but couldn't locate another page than the mentioned one yet.
  20. Jimmy Olsen

    Four Hours to a Home Run

    Here's an extremely concise story I tried to write for the "Very Short Stories" thread, but I couldn't get it below 700 words. After a long drought, he was thirsty for intimacy. His wife picked an awkward time to initiate it. "You should get off my lap," he reluctantly said. "Why?" she wondered. "I have to go to the bathroom pretty bad." She made a proposition. "Why don't you hold it as long as you can? If you make it an hour, I'll let you get to first base. If you last two hours, you can go to second. Get the picture?" They sat on the couch watching steamy movies. She made sure he couldn't leave. In shortly under four hours he began to leak. He was urinating uncontrollably when the timer clicked over. He ended up soaked and shameful. With a smile, she said, "Why don't you get out of those wet clothes and into your wet wife?"
  21. Taylor was in her first semester of her junior year at her University. As is the case with a lot of college students Taylor did not have hardly any money and decided to take a job as a campus tour guide in order to make some extra money to live off of. Yeas it was a medium wage on-campus job but it was better than nothing and she actually did enjoy showing potential newcomers to the University around and informing them of the benefits associated with coming to her university. Taylor was also already regarded as one of the best tour guides and she was only about three months into the job. On this particular day Taylor was especially busy. She had to get dressed quickly as she woke up late and simply through on the black thong that she was wearing the day before and covered her very plum butt up with a pair of dark red yoga pants that just hugged her fantastic figure perfectly. Showcasing every single curve in the 20 year old's body. She threw on a red t-shirt with her University's name on it that still somehow did a great job of showcasing her rather perky breasts even though it was a size too big. In her rush, Taylor didn't even put on a bra and left the house without attending to any of her bodily needs. Taylor had three classes back to back and then had her tour for the day which usually lasted anywhere between an hour or two hours depending on how man questions were asked by the group she was showing around that particular day. It was soon into her first class of the day when Taylor, and most likely the girl she was sitting next too, heard Taylor's stomach gurgle. Lets just say that these were not hunger pains that Taylor was experiencing. Taylor had to take a dump and it was building quickly. Taylor started squirming in her seat and also felt her bladder express its now urgent need to be emptied. The only thing was that poor Taylor had classes back to back in different buildings so there was simply no time to take care of her needs. She had to hold it. After all, Taylor was a college junior she was a big girl. About midway through her third class Taylor is frantic. Sweat is dripping off of her forehead and the squirming in her seat is just so obvious that about everyone has taken notice of the pretty girl in class squirming in her seat and whimpering every once in a while. Tylor didn't know anyone in this class but it didn't help when she accidentally could not hold a fart in anymore and it squeezed out from her tightly clenched butt cheeks. a few snickers could be heard and the professor even stopped and lost his train of thought for a minute he was so distracted. Taylor's face turned bright red as a leak of pee escaped her grabs on her crotch and Taylor felt the warmth spread even down to her butt cheeks. Taylor spent the rest of that class too scared to get up as she thought that her wet spot was noticeable. Once class ended, Taylor waited for the majority of the class to clear out before she made her exit. Her tour started in five minutes. Poor Taylor could not catch a break today. Her tightly clenched butt cheeks could not contain more farts as she walked into the tour guide meting room. Taylor obviously did not look well as she had a pained look on her face and could not stand still. She was now very openly bouncing from foot to foot and swaying her hips back and forth. The short meeting ended and Taylor was assigned to her group but before that she made a last ditch effort. She approached the coordinator of the tours wit a red face and tightly crossed legs and one hand firmly placed on her butt. "Umm Miss Jackson may I pease have a bathroom break before I start my tour. I haven't been able to go all day and its really urgent." "Taylor come on you are one of the best here you should know better than that, now go start your tour. You can go when you get back." Miss jackson sternly said in response before turning her back and walking away. Poor Taylor's heart dropped as another loud and wet fart escaped her butt cheeks. She could not afford to lose this job so she had to do what she was told. Taylor approached her group comprised of two high school seniors and their mothers. Both of the younger girls were blonds and seemed to be a bit stuck up and Taylor immediately felt judged. The mothers were not much better as they obviously could sense something was not right with there tour guide right from the start. A tour guide is supposed to be confident and not pouring sweat and quite obviously doing a potty dance. Both of the high school girls giggled. "Umm im Taylor and I will be your guide today." Taylor then followed that statement up with the most embarrassing moment of her life to date. She let out a huge fart and had to firmly grasp her butt cheeks shut and then grab her crotch as there was now a very obvious wet spot forming down the legs of her red leggings that showed every little drop. The seal had broken. Taylor could not stop it. Her butt cheeks were now very wet and uncomfortable feeling and that was just going to get worse. "Are you ok? Do you need a bathroom visit before we start?' one of the moms asked obviously a little annoyed that their guide was so unprepared. "Umm i'm uhh fine." was all Taylor could muster up as now her bowels gave out and started unloading the days worth of poop that was inside of her. Taylor immediately knew she had lost control and just let it happen as she squatted down and started to cry full force into the palms of her hands as a puddle of pee started to form around her. Her red leggings were now a completely and much darker version of red and the back of her leggings showed a rather large bulge starting to form. The mothers and high school girls immediately backed away and looked on in disgust and disbelief as to what they were witnessing. The stench coming from Taylor was already filling the air and becoming unbearable. The sound of loud and wet sounding farts and Taylor's cries were all that could be heard at this point.
  22. And here we are, witnessing a new game that we're putting a lot of heart and effort in. Started around July 20th or so on my own, and a couple of people tagged in to discuss ideas and make the game's CG art. The game includes a peeing/desperation system simliar to those of Hare Ame, Mojique, Aquarius and other games alike. So far, the game doesn't include any pictures yet other than a few character faces (not for the main characters yet, though the artist is already working on them and has finished some as for this very moment; same goes for some of the CG art/pictures to be placed in the important scenes that we're not going to reveal one by one, but once everything is ready to a solid point then the game will be updated). Have to mention that this game is both an RPG and a sort-of Visual Novel, including quite a few dialogue and action cutscenes. The battle style is your usual RPG Maker-like: held between turns and following basic RPG rules; moreover, there are a couple of special features to be taken into account that are explained ingame to add in a different taste to players. So far, the game should have about one or two hours of playtime (depending on how meticulous you are about leveling up and how you manage the special scenes) but it introduces you into the very basics of the game. So far the desperation system is not yet activated, as the playable content right now is just the introductory scenes of two of the main characters. At any rate, this thread will be the tracking wall for the game and every matter regarding it will be commented here by the developing team. Also, please feel free to comment about anything you find in the game, be it bugs, spelling/syntax errors or other casualities. Also, if you liked the game be sure to leave your feedback! Side notes: After CG images are added, the game will stay encrypted to prevent teptation to spoil the players the Game's CG, yet if you're curious about it, feel free to decrypt it to check them out. Just keep in mind that surprise is always better What's posted so far is just the shell of the game. The desperation system is already made, but it won't be active until later on. Please look forward for it! In addition to all this, please be sure to post your opinions and any comment regarding the game you feel pertinent. Also, if you have any suggestions or any scenes you'd like to see in the game, be sure to let us know; ideas are always welcome. RTP is included in the game download, so there's no need to download it if you don't have it (I think, someone correct me if this isn't true). Download link in omorashi.org: https://omorashi.org/files/file/3685-the-twelve-fanatics/
  23. Dimwitrolo

    Something to do

    Hey guys! I'm Scarlett! So - Rolo's got a major case of artist's block - and I'm bored out my mind. I figured you guys could give me something to do! This way we both get entertained! So - what should I do first?
  24. Transformation

    Mojikue

    Version 1.41

    916 downloads

    ※warning※ This work(ver1.0) is not a complete version. · Event cut not mounted yet · Extra after clearing not yet mounted · More than half of BGM default · Some defects not resolved (cause identification difficult but not affecting progress) It is better to wait for the complete version if possible. For people in the English-speaking world, I plan to make a commentary movie.

    Free

  25. This is the second entry in my series about Bethany Tucker and the Isle of Cress. It should be mostly enjoyable on its own, but I'd love for readers to check out part one as well. https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/46423-see-no-pee-vil/ Less than a half an hour into living on Cress, and Bethany was ready to go back. This country and its bathroom-averse culture were proving to be an exercise in torment. What would happen if she peed herself? How could they expect her not to, or anyone? Would it be like this everywhere? Or worse? All these thoughts harassed her. Meanwhile, the pain in her abdomen sizzled. Her quivering muscles threatened to give out entirely. Pee ran in her underwear at about the same rate as the tears returned to her eyes each time she wiped them away. “Look at it this way,” her mom encouraged, “At least we don’t have to go through security or customs again. Just over to baggage claim and straight to the house after that. You’ll get to go in about twenty minutes if everything goes well, maybe less.” Bethany almost let it all go right then. “I guess that’ll be okay,” she relented, lying through her teeth. The next five minutes were going to be a gauntlet, let alone the next twenty. “It just sucks I’m not allowed to tell anyone, or even act like it!” Her mom stopped walking and met her eyes. “Don’t you worry about keeping it private if it’s really bad. If you have to dance around to hold it, that’s okay. Or worse comes to worst and you can’t, don’t worry about that either. We’ll work it out.” “Easy for you to say,” Bethany snapped, but took the chance to cross her legs and plant both hands between them. The pair made it to baggage claim. Bethany stood before the empty carousel, shifting, groaning, and holding her crotch with abandon. A voice nearby murmured, “That girl is about to have an accident,” which caused her face to burn. A stranger thinks I’ll pee myself? She had not made it to fourteen without a close call or two, this one included. However, even with sodden panties and enough pee through to the surface of her jeans to moisten her fingers, the fear of a bladder-emptying “accident” was still pure melodrama. It had never happened. She could not release it in her pants all at once if she tried. The scene she was putting on now drew nearly every eye around, but the other passengers there be damned; the squirming kept the painful force to a minimum. “Umm, excuse me,” the older lady to Bethany’s left squeaked, “I couldn’t help but notice your situation, and wanted to remind you we passed an accommodation on the way here. It’s not too far away.” Bethany’s blush deepened. “I tried there just a few minutes ago,” she said, risking taking a hand away to tuck a sweaty lock of hair behind her ear, “But there was nowhere to actually, you know, go.” “There is, though!” she insisted, leaning in to avoid vocally airing her predicament with everyone, “If you kept going past the showers, they have more services that way.” The lady’s meaning was clear enough. “We’re American,” Bethany mustered, unable to emote how she wanted while in such a state, “You’re allowed to say ‘toilets.’” There came an ear-splitting peal from a buzzer nearby, accompanied by a rotating light and rumble from the carousel. Their bags would appear soon. The surprise caused another painful stab in Bethany’s bladder, and pushed her to make a decision faster. Bethany’s mother made the call. “I’ll get the bags. You go.” There was no more avoiding the guy at the desk back there; she needed to go too badly to turn down the only toilet around. With her bladder rolling in her abdomen, she thanked the lady and lurched in its direction. “I’m just going to find the toilet, not look at anyone, and go,” she told herself, trying not to wince from the constant push. A whimper escaped her when the door came into view again. Dammit. The guy at the desk was still there. “Hey, you’re back… alright then,” he said as Bethany walked by. She sported a war-face while ignoring him. She strode into the showers again. Just now the running water hit her awareness, making her lose a long dribble. There were more people here this time-- men, women, teenagers, younger kids, all behaving like they were not in public. She complained to herself, “Who showers in an airport? Or freaks out about pee but gets naked in front of a million people?” It mattered little. She kept walking. What she thought was a storage area was actually a hallway, almost secret for how well it was camouflaged. A door stood at its end, flanked by a pedestal. Mounted on it was a tablet with the glowing words: WELCOME GUEST In the interest of preserving the cleanliness of our sanitary facilities, please tap here to sign in. Note: Fraudulent completion of this form is punishable under RIC Code, Article II, Section VII.IX. “Oh my goddd,” she whined, “I just want to frigging pee!” She stood before the tablet, permanently bent forward. After mustering the strength to remove her hand from between her crossed legs, the act of beginning the sign-in left a blot of urine from her wet finger on the screen. Frustration began to turn to resignation. “I guess I am having an accident,” she confessed. Before leaking any more though, her fighting spirit returned. “No. The toilet’s right there! I’ve lasted this long, so no bullshit lock to stop me for one more minute will be the killer.” She wiped the pee on her hoodie and typed her full name as quickly as her squirming and trembling would allow. Upon confirmation, the electronic lock flashed green. She ripped open the door. Bethany cried out upon seeing the toilet-- partially from its promised relief, and partially because her panties, which were already far too wet, absorbed another leak. This one did not stop. Instead, it grew to a hot and powerful gusher. Pee filled the crotch of her jeans and began to run down both legs. She yelped at the sudden calamity. This was not happening! With pee-drops flung from her fingers, she clawed at her button, undoing it and the zipper in seconds. Seconds she never had in the first place. Upon pushing her pants down to sit on the toilet, her stream went directly into them at first, making more flecks of urine spatter everywhere. The swath of piss then went across the floor and over the toilet seat until, finally, the bowl. The sigh she let out over the thundering echo of her peeing approached a roar. What was presumably the only toilet for a hundred miles around was now hers. She had made it. Technically. As her bladder continued to empty, she surveyed the damage. Every spot on her jeans that had gotten pee on it-- that is to say, almost the whole surface-- had turned unmistakably dark. The wettest patches were still shiny. Her peach-colored panties were wet enough to hold a yellowish, glimmering pool in the middle. Her feet slipped on the wet and yellow-stained foam of her flip-flops. The sharp odor of it all stung her nostrils. “Welcome to Cress, Beth,” she said to herself, her voice small. Her stream finally dwindled to drops, marking the first time her bladder was comfortably empty all day. She instinctively wiped as if it would make a difference. Standing and pulling up her pants again reinforced how bad a job she had done holding it. Without her body heat and regular dribbles of fresh pee warming her clothes while she was on the toilet, they had become deathly cold and pungent. Trying to dry herself would be hopeless. She simply grimaced and fastened her button again. The walk of shame to come promised to be exquisitely painful. Before leaving the bathroom, though, a new, unexpected realization embarrassed her further. Prior to her going in and leaving a hurricane of piss, the place had been white-glove clean. The pale blue tile on the floor was crisscrossed by perfectly white grout. The counter was a flawless plane of polished stone, adorned with a spotless chrome faucet above the sink. When turning back to the toilet, however, a sprawling yellow puddle lay before and over it as a garish monument to her failure. She glanced at the paper towel dispenser in planning to soak some of it up, but reconsidered. “Sorry,” she pleaded to no one while biting her lip. Time for a hasty exit. The crash of water in the showers hid the squelch of Bethany’s shoes and the swish of wet denim. If anyone there noticed her, she did not notice them back. Getting away from this place and out of her wrecked clothes was priority one. The guy at the ACM desk all but literally stood in the way of that priority. It was not he who interrupted her, though. Bethany had made the mistake of glancing at him and making eye contact. Now, not to make it awkward. “I made it,” she said, turning his sheepish look into a chuckle. When looking down at her sopping mess, her announcement made less sense. “Sorry,” she said again, blush heating her face. She sped out the door while dripping pee in her wake. “Oh no, Beth!” her mother said upon her return, “What happened?” “I kind of made it,” Bethany bargained. The sting of her embarrassment was already beginning to fade. Her mom would understand. “Couldn’t get my pants down soon enough though.” Her mother hugged her. “Oh, I know the feeling all too well. I had a baby a while back.” Bethany hugged back. She needed the reassurance, and at least the chance to hide her wetness from half the people in the airport. From her mom’s arms, she spotted her suitcase on the carousel. “Ooh, there’s mine,” she said. But she was still a mess. “Can you get it for me?” she asked, “I’ll just be hiding in the corner here.” Her mother obliged. She handed Bethany the suitcase, offering “Do you want to go back and change? Now’s your chance.” Bethany almost scoffed. What, and face the desk guy for like the millionth time today? “No thanks. It would just get the new clothes wet too." Her mother smiled. “Well, the option was there at least. I would suggest trying to dry yourself enough that you don’t get the seat of our ride wet though.” That would be a battle for the future. For now, getting to the parking garage was enough to occupy her mind.