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  1. Has this ever happened to you? You have to piss or take a dump, and you don't know whether you'll make it in time or not? Did your parents or whoever say "You can go on/in this" or perhaps you've done it of your own accord? Me personally, happened fairly frequently. For instance, when I was young, and if I had to pee, and we were on the road, I would often end up peeing on the car tires. Or if I was desperate to go, and the bathrooms were full, or I couldn't get to them in time, I'd have to improvise, like say a garbage can, a sink, or even a toy tea pot one time during preschool
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    So, it's been quite a while since I've written anything, but I've recently rewatched the entirety of the Monogatari series to prepare for Owarimonogatari's Second Season which is coming in July. Owarimonogatari's first season's first half focused on Ougi and Sodachi for the most part, and while Ougi gets, and is going to get, more character development, Sodachi's been written off on a bus. I wanted to do more than write a simple omorashi story, so I wanted to think of what happened to her after she transferred schools. Even though this is a fanfiction, since Sodachi is being written about through the eyes of someone who doesn't know her, you don't need to have seen Owarimonogatari to know her. As an aside, I highly recommend the Monogatari series to any of you anime-watchers out there. It's, to this day, my favorite anime series. (Yes, even over To Aru, but that might change if we could GET TO ARU SEASON THREE ALREADY COME ON J.C. STAFF). Ahem. Without further ado, here's the first installment of an Omorashi-centered spin off fanfiction to the Monogatari Series. ------------------------- Sodachi Locked Oikura Sodachi was a very eccentric person. Well, I’m saying that as a person who doesn’t know much about her, so maybe it’s a bit erroneous to speak like I know her as a person. But to the outside observer-- in other words, to someone like me-- to say Oikura Sodachi was an eccentric person was actually a bit of an understatement. She had transferred to our school a week ago. There was less than six months until graduation, but even with that being the case, she had transferred schools like it was the beginning of the school year or something. I don’t know all her history. Apparently Sodachi attended Naoetsu Private High School previously. Well, I say attended, but if you looked at her attendance record, it was actually pretty poor. Some sort of incident happened in her first year, and she found herself unable to go to that school. She had, instead of attending classes, opted for homeschooling. That was, until a month ago, when she returned to Naoetsu for a few days. It was only a few days, and then, for a reason only she knows, she transferred schools here. I can’t say it was something I was particularly thrilled about. My name is Takashiro Haru, and I’m the class representative of my current class. It’s not like I particularly wanted to be or anything. It was something that had been entrusted to me by the previous class representative, who stepped down a month into the school year. I can’t say I was thrilled about taking the position, either, but I learned the circumstances behind that ex-class rep’s reason for stepping down. It seemed a little hard to believe at the time, but she had been cursed with something not entirely mundane. In other words, supernatural. In other words, an “oddity”. Well, I wasn’t in any sort of position to help her with that. To make a long story short, that ex-class rep stepped down to deal with her “curse” and I stepped up to fill her spot. In other words, I’m merely a stand-in. But it’s precisely that I know I don’t belong in the position of class representative that I work extra hard to stop people from saying bad things about me. Simply for the sake of that ex-class representative, who I can’t help but I don’t want to let down, I’ve become something of a respectable class representative in her stead, although I’m only the fill-in. In fact, I’ve even heard people say I’m a better class rep than her, though I don’t take that kind of thing lightly. In other words, I’m a fake who’s become even more real than the authentic article. Well, that’s not really important. Oikura Sodachi. Her presence bothers me. I say that mostly from a class representative’s standpoint. It’s kind of inconsiderate to transfer to a new school out of the blue, especially this deep into the year. Sodachi’s presence has already had a negative impact on the class, which I’m sure has had a negative impact on her in return. Basically it comes down to the fact that, after a certain point, people become used to the people in their class. Transferring in carelessly, especially for third years, who have gotten used to not only those in their class, but also those attending their school in the first place-- at least, to some extent-- is like uprooting everything they know about their school. Well, maybe that’s an exaggeration. Still, the fact that Oikura Sodachi is an unfamiliar person has definitely negatively impacted how the class feels. Ultimately, I’m the one who has to clear that up, and if I wanted to go above and beyond, I’d even be expected to reach out to Sodachi and try to welcome her. It’s not like I can’t do that. I just really rather not. That may seem rude of me, but in truth, it was a feeling that stemmed not as the class representative, but as a person. The first conversation I ever had with Sodachi had been, in short, a total disaster. Without going into too many details, I said something relatively careless. Well, rather than saying something careless, I had made an offhanded joke about mathematics. I meant it in a light-hearted sense, and I had no way of knowing the kind of respect she held for mathematics (actually, as someone who’s not very good at mathematics in the first place, I think I would’ve wound up joking about it regardless), but I’m pretty sure she took it as the gravest of insults. I’m pretty sure that, rather than feeling welcomed by the class representative, thanks to that one mishap where I insulted the most sacred of school subjects, she absolutely despises me. Well, saying “absolutely” before “despises” gives it the impression that she hates me like I killed her parents. That really isn’t the case. It’s more like every time we interact, she makes it a point to be as intentionally cruel as possible. With her twintailed hairstyle, I’d almost say she’s a tsundere, but that would imply that there’s any warmth in her heart for me at all. I’m not that deluded. Even if she had some thread of forgiveness for me, even if she could find in her the slightest soft spot for the class representative that mocked the glorious subject of mathematics, I’m sure that’s all gone now. After all, the situation we’ve gotten ourselves into is something I’m sure she’s already blamed on me. In short, we were trapped in a classroom. “The doors won’t budge, the windows won’t budge, and I doubt anyone would hear us if we called out,” I noted aloud after trying in vain to open the sliding door to Classroom 4-B. It was on the second-to-top floor of the school building, and the sun was already starting to set, meaning there probably wasn’t anyone around. Anyone with classroom duty would’ve gone home by now, and all of the club rooms were on the first floor of the school building (not that any of the clubs would run this late anyway). “I honestly don’t even know why you needed to be here! Even if it’s a new school, classroom duty is classroom duty. I’m not incompetent to the extent I can’t figure out how to stack desks and clean floors,” Sodachi complained. I let out a heavy sigh, “Even if you say that, it’s my responsibility as Class Rep to make you feel welcome. Besides, there’s stuff you wouldn’t have known if I wasn’t here. Like where the cleaning supplies are or how the desks are arranged.” “Even a moron can figure out that cleaning supplies are stored in the back locker,” Sodachi pointed out, “And the arrangement of the desks is about as normal as you could get. I would’ve done fine without you.” “Well, even so, it’s something I was expected to do as the Class Rep, so I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t act like it’s such a burden to you.” “So, you admit that you’re only here out of an obligation? You only helped me to look good in front of your peers?” “Well, I personally don’t think there’s anything wrong with doing something out of obligation. Is there any difference in value between help given because of obligation and help given out of kindness? Actually, wouldn’t it be worse if, instead of me doing this out of an obligation to make you feel more comfortable in this school, that I did it because I seriously pitied you?” “There’s absolutely nothing to pity me about.” “Someone who transfers schools this late into their third year, after an extended absence, definitely has something worth feeling sorry for them over. Whether it’s something that personally bothers you anymore or not, there’s no way you’re life up until now has been ‘normal’.” “Well, even if you’re right about that, I still don’t understand why it had to be you, of all people, that I got trapped in this classroom with.” “Shouldn’t you be wondering why you had to get trapped in the classroom in the first place?” “To be fair, being trapped in a locked room doesn’t bother me.” “Hey now! Don’t say such a dark thing so casually with no emotion, especially if you don’t want to be pitied.” “At least there’s windows in this room.” “You’re doing it on purpose now, aren’t you!?” “Unfortunately, there’s you in this room too, Takashiro-san.” “Are you saying you’d rather be trapped in a dark room than trapped in this room with me?” “I’m saying windows are positive one, and you’re negative one, so you two cancel out and we get zero.” “But isn’t the situation still negative because we’re trapped?” “Well, zero isn’t a very positive-sounding number either, though that’s less due to the mathematical nature of zero and more due to the cultural and psychological implications of nothingness.” “But someone like you, who loves mathematics so much, wouldn’t settle for that kind of answer. Right, Sodachi-san?” “Don’t talk to me about mathematics so casually, you plebeian.” “What era is this? Are you Archimedes?” “Did you say Archimedes because you want to see me running through the streets naked?” “That’s a stretch, especially for someone like me.” “You were going to add something lewd like, ‘it’s not like you have anything to show off anyway, Sodachi-chan,’ weren’t you?” “Since when did I become so casual towards my peers as Class Rep? No, more specifically, when did I become that kind of perverted character in the first place!?” I yelled. Realizing I had gotten caught up in Sodachi’s cruel banter yet again, I let out a sigh and shook my head, “Either way, aren’t we just distracting ourselves from the main problem? We’re trapped in this classroom.” “You were the one who said it was hopeless,” Sodachi pointed out, “The door’s locked, the windows are locked, and no one would hear us if we called for help.” “Well, we could try to contact someone with our phones.” “This isn’t a situation where calling the police is a good idea. They’ll laugh at us and scold us for misusing their services.” “I meant contacting another student!” I shouted. Sodachi looked at me expectantly, and I realized that, being a recent transfer student, she probably hadn’t made any connections with anyone at this school, meaning that it was up to me to contact someone. There was only one person I could think of who might, if we were lucky, be at the school this late. I dialed the name of the ex-class rep, who might have very well been resting in the clinic. “Hey, Haru-kun,” a soft, weak voice answered, “What’s up?” “Hey, Yuuki-chan, I wanted to know if you were still anywhere near the school,” I replied, crossing my fingers for some good fortune. “Eh, sorry, I’m not. I’ve been--” Yuuki’s reply was cut off by the sound of a hoarse cough, “I’m resting at home right now. Why? Did something happen?” “A-ah, no, nothing happened,” I lied, earning a glare from Sodachi, “I uh… I was just in the area, so I wanted to see if you wanted to go to the bookstore together if you were. I’ll just go by myself, then.” “Ah,” Yuuki replied, “Well, thanks for the invite anyway.” “I’ll let you rest,” I replied, and I hung up the phone. “Do you want us to be stuck here forever?” Sodachi accused, glaring at me. “Even if we were stuck here for the rest of the night, we’d be let out tomorrow when our teacher arrives,” I reminded the twintailed girl, “Besides, the last thing Yuuki-chan needs to do is to rush down here and overexert herself.” “Mashino Yuuki?” Sodachi asked, tilting her head like a confused puppy, “You mean that brown-haired girl I’ve seen you with quite often? She definitely seems quite sickly. I had a classmate who acted a lot like her back at my old school. Well, until recently.” For some reason, Sodachi rubbed her cheek with her hand, as though she were recalling a memory where someone had hit her. “Yeah, I guess sickly is a way to describe it,” I replied coyly, “Though I should say she’s not going to die or anything. Though, due to certain circumstances, I don’t think she’ll get better.” Mashino Yuuki, the ex-class rep, was cursed. It was a proper curse, so the only way to get rid of it was to redirect it to another person. However, Mashino Yuuki was not the kind of person who would let another person suffer in her stead. In other words, she had rejected seeking out help for the curse, and wound up shouldering that burden alone. I don’t think I’ve quite gotten over that feeling of powerlessness I felt when I couldn’t convince her to do anything about it. “Hmmm,” Sodachi frowned, “Well, I suppose you aren’t completely senseless. After hearing that, I can’t exactly blame you for not telling her our predicament.” “You might not see me as this kind of person,” I began, taking a seat in one of the chairs, “but I do care about people. Even if it’s just to keep up appearances, someone like me wouldn’t be able to keep up this class rep business if I didn’t at least care about the well being of my peers.” “I suppose that’s true.” “Yeah.” “You still managed to get us locked in this classroom!” “I had nothing to do with us getting locked in! I don’t even know how we got locked in!” “That’s something the person who inadvertently got us locked in a classroom together would say.” “When you say something like that, there’s no way for me to refute your claims!” “That’s the point, culprit.” “You really despise me, don’t you?” I narrowed my eyes and tossed Sodachi a dirty look, but what I saw was actually a bit surprising. Rather than glaring back up at me, the silver-haired girl was looking down, fidgeting with her skirt as she stood turned away from me. Don’t suddenly change the tone of us getting locked in a room together by being bashful! That’s the on the opposite of verbal abuse and hatred! But I soon realized that I was misreading things. Or rather, it was the way Sodachi was rubbing her calf with her foot as she fidgeted that put the idea in my head that it was something entirely different in the first place. Oikura Sodachi had been on classroom duty. So, when the last bell of the day rang and the other students packed up to go home, Sodachi had stayed behind in the classroom. That had been about three hours ago. Furthermore, the last class of the day was a mathematics class, so there was no way Sodachi would leave in the middle of that class period for any reason. In other words, it had been at least 3 hours and 50 minutes since Sodachi was even free to use the bathroom, and that was assuming she took a break right before math. It’s not like I had been paying that much attention to what she was doing during break times, but I didn’t recall seeing her leave the classroom since lunch. In other words, the possibility that Sodachi had to go to the bathroom existed. I looked at the silver-haired girl, who was quietly fidgeting in place. She definitely seemed uncomfortable, but how much of that was from our current situation of being locked in a classroom together, and how much of that was her hypothetical need to pee, I wasn’t sure. Even after watching her out of the corner of my eye for a good minute, I couldn’t determine whether or not she had to go or if I was just misreading her restlessness. Well, I suppose, as the class representative, ensuring the comfort of this new transfer student at our school is part of my duty. If I can’t figure out if she has to use the bathroom just by watching her, it’s my duty to find out so I may take action to alleviate her distress and make the classroom environment seem like a welcoming, hospitable one. What I asked wasn’t out of any sort of personal curiosity. It was merely an attempt to fulfill my sacred duty, that was bestowed upon me by Yuuki, as class rep. Yeah. That’s absolutely it. “Sodachi-san,” I began, a little nervous despite my honorable intentions, “You seem a little restless. Is something wrong?” “Yeah, we’re locked in a classroom together,” Sodachi shot back dryly. “I mean besides that!” I clarified, though I don’t really think that was something that needed clarifying, “You could at least take a seat.” Sodachi grabbed a chair as well and sat down in it swiftly. For the first few seconds, she seemed to stop fidgeting, and I thought my theory of her having to go to the bathroom was defunct. However, a few moments later, she began rubbing her knees together. “We might wind up having to push desks together to sleep tonight,” I noted, “I don’t think there’s any other way out of here besides waiting it out.” “That’s…” Sodachi frowned, squirming in her seat, “I don’t like the idea of spending a night in the same room with someone like you.” “Neither do I, to be perfectly honest,” I replied, “Rumors will get out and Yuuki-chan will hate me forever. However, it’s not like we have much of a choice. We’re stuck. If we could get out, we would’ve already.” Faced with those fair points, Sodachi was forced to swallow her own words. “Still, this is kind of bad. I mean, we’re gonna run into problems eventually. For one, there’s no food in this classroom. There’s some water bottles in the back for emergency purposes, but that’s not gonna fill us up,” I paused, waiting to drop the final bomb, “Besides, there’s no toilets in here either.” “That last part doesn’t need to be said!” Sodachi frowned, glaring at me. “Oh?” I tilted my head, playing ignorant to the situation, “Sodachi-san, I didn’t think you were the kind of girl who got sensitive about those kinds of things.” “It’s not about the subject matter, it’s that you said something unnecessary,” Sodachi scolded. “Well, to be fair, I was stating the obvious the whole time anyway. Everything was kind of unnecessary.” “So you’re admitting that everything you said was unnecessary?” “Kind of, but” I paused, looking over at Sodachi, who seemed rather uncomfortable despite the fact that she was trying to insult me, “my point is, why’d you single out the subject of not having toilets in particular?” “There’s no reason.” If you’re not sensitive to the subject matter, then there’s probably a different reason, right?” “I don’t see why this is even-” “Could it be that, you, Oikura Sodachi, the proud girl who worships mathematics to the point of once trying to get everyone at her old school to call her Euler, are stuck in a situation where you have to use the bathroom but are unable to, because you’re trapped in a classroom with your class’s representative?” At that, Sodachi’s eyes widened and she stopped squirming. Or, more accurately, she tried to stop squirming. She managed to hold herself still for a few moments, but then she once again began rubbing her legs together and she gave me a truly pitiful look. “I want to die.” It was my turn to be surprised. Rather, that was a very extreme reaction for even the silver-haired girl. She tilted her head upwards, and her face was contorted into a soft, eerie smile. Her eyes betrayed no emotion, as though she didn’t care about anything anymore. “I want to die. This is so humiliating. You, who has the nerve to sit here talking to me like we’re friends, who has the guts to talk about me like you know even the slightest thing about me, have to be trapped in this classroom together with me while I’m stuck here trying to hold it in. I’m stuck here, having to go to the bathroom while my enemy watches. I want to die.” “Hey,” I leaned back, holding my hands up defensively like I had done anything wrong, “It’s not that bad! I mean, it’s natural for this kind of situation! That is… if you get stuck somewhere, you’re inevitably going to have to go, right? I mean, if we’re really gonna be stuck in here all night, I’m gonna have to go to, eventually! So it’s not like we’re not in the same boat! Rather, we should be focusing on finding something to use as a makeshift toilet for the night.” “Absolutely not!” Sodachi shot down that idea, “There’s no way I’m peeing in the same room as you!” “It’s not like you have a choice. If we’re truly stuck in here all night, there’s no way you’re gonna hold it in the whole time.” “You underestimate my abilities!” “It’s not a matter of your abilities, it’s a question of the limitations of the human body!” I let out a heavy sigh. There was literally no reasoning with Sodachi at this point. “Well, I’m going to look around the room for a container that I can use as a toilet for when I need to go. Don’t expect me to be as ridiculously stubborn as you when that time comes.” So I said. Not five minutes later, I pulled an old bucket out of the locker with the cleaning supplies. It was a spare, rather than the one we used to clean the floors, so no one would get too mad at us for using it as a toilet in this kind of situation. I placed it in the corner and pointed to it for Sodachi, “I’d rather clean up a bucket tomorrow morning than the floor, and I doubt you’d want to sit in wet clothes for the rest of the night.” “I’m not peeing in that.” Sodachi rubbed her knees together and gazed at the bucket almost longingly, and for a second I figured she was gonna give in. But she took another look at me and turned her whole body away, scoffing. I took a seat across the room from her, pulling out my phone and playing with it idly. I wasn’t planning on calling anyone else. In truth, I only had a handful of other people in my contacts list, and none of them were close enough that I’d consider calling them and asking them to run back to the school to bail us out. Besides, it was late enough that the school gates were probably closed by now. I wasn’t friends with anyone who would be willing to break into our school grounds just to unlock a door for me. Well, Yuuki would, but… Across the room, Sodachi was fiddling with her twintails as she bobbed up and down desperately. “Don’t look at me with those pitiful eyes!” she snapped, glaring at me from across the room, “Stop staring at me in general, you pervert!” “Even if you say that, I’m worried about you,” I replied, “Holding it in is supposed to be bad for your health.” “That’s what they say, but of all the times I’ve been forced to hold it, I’ve never gotten sick,” Sodachi replied. “You make it sound like you holding it is a bit of a habit for you.” “Are you implying I do it intentionally? What kind of person do you think I am?” “Even if you ask that, you did say you hold it in a lot.” “I said I’ve been forced to, did I not?” Sodachi replied, glaring at me angrily, “I don’t want to discuss such unsavory things with the enemy, but my childhood was not a pleasant one. There were times when I would be locked in my bedroom for hours on end. If I tried to ask to come out to use the bathroom, I’d be yelled at. If I wet myself or made a mess on the floor, I’d be hit. Of course, that was back in middle school. After my parents split up, I was basically in charge of myself, so those days ended.” I stopped. This whole time, I was trying to mitigate the severity of being locked in a classroom. Rather, I was trying to make it seem like being locked in a room for hours wasn’t that big of a deal. To someone with the kind of childhood Sodachi had, the very situation probably brought about bad memories. “Sorry.” “Don’t pity me. You can’t change the past by showing me sympathy.” “No, I mean, I’m sorry.” Sodachi didn’t seem to understand what I meant, so I got to my feet and walked over to her. “Sorry, Sodachi-san.” I wrapped my arms around her in a hug and she let out a squeak of surprise. With my arms wrapped around her, I could feel her squirming, and her body was covered with a thin layer of sweat. The classroom wasn’t hot or anything, so I figured that was from the effort of her holding it in. From up close, I could hear her uneven breaths, and every now and then she’d moan quietly or inhale sharply. I let go rather quickly, not wanting to make either of us any more uncomfortable than we already were, and stood back up. From our positions, Sodachi had to look up at me to meet my gaze, and likewise I was looking down at her. Perhaps it was her pose, with her shoulders pointed inwards and her arms resting on her bouncing knees, or perhaps it was her slightly troubled, strained expression, but aside from the cold, strong-willed person that butted heads with me ever since she transferred into our class, Sodachi looked very vulnerable. “What was that-” “This whole time I’ve been thinking about how much of a nuisance you’ve been. You transferred so late into our third year… next term we’ll be taking college entrance exams, you know? Then on top of that, I was obligated as the class representative to try helping you adjust to school life here. I’ve been acting like you’re just some troublemaker with a bad attitude, but I never considered for a minute there might’ve been a reason for any of it. You’ve been abrasive, but I haven’t exactly been cordial either, right? Come to think of it, you probably didn’t want to get swept up from your old school either. It was probably happenstance, yet I treated it like it was your fault and resented you. So, please forgive me.” After I said that, an uncomfortable silence filled the room. Sodachi didn’t reply. Instead, she kept staring up at me with a dull expression on her face. Then… “Ha…” “....!?” “Hahahahahaha! You idiot, if you make me laugh, I’ll wet myself.” “What!?” Sodachi’s eyes narrowed, “You resented me because I transferred here in the middle of our second term? I don’t care about that. You found my personality abrasive and you were cold towards me? That’s only natural. Out of all the things you apologized for, I don’t care about any of them.” With a strong conviction, Sodachi said those words. And then… “The reason I hate you is simply because you insulted mathematics. You had the nerve to come before me and insult such a beautiful, logical subject. The reason I hate you runs no deeper than that. If you’re going to apologize for anything, apologize for that first!” Sodachi removed her hands from her knees and crossed them over her chest to punctuate her point. She even managed to keep poised enough despite her situation to make it seem a little intimidating. It didn’t last long, however, and she started shaking a little bit afterwards. Regardless. “I’m sorry,” I bowed my head, “I’m sorry about that one comment I made. To be honest, I’m not really good at math, so I didn’t have any problems making fun of it. Still, that was a careless thing for me to say.” “Do you want to improve?” “Huh?” I looked up from bowing, and Sodachi was looking down at me. “Do you want to improve your mathematics skills?” “Huh? Well, I guess. I mean, it would be helpful for passing my college entrance exams.” “No! It can’t be for any reason like that. Do you, Takashiro Haru, want to improve your skills in mathematics, for the sole purpose of garnering a better understanding of the subject. Do you want to understand mathematics so you can appreciate it, and cherish it?” All that seemed like it was a little bit much for someone like me, but I felt like saying no in this situation would be like choosing the wrong option in a visual novel and breaking the social link. “Y-yes.” “Then, your apology is accepted,” Sodachi replied, “I will take it upon myself to be your personal math tutor until you learn enough about mathematics that you have no choice but to love it.” And like that, the tension in the room died. “Now, since we’re stuck here anyway and have nothing better to do,” Sodachi began, “Grab your bag and pull up a desk, we’re starting now!” “You say that, but in this kind of situation, all I really want to do is take a nap and wait for someone to show up!” “There’s no way I’m letting you relax when I’m in this kind of situation,” Sodachi replied angrily. She then turned away, blushing as she rubbed her legs together in desperation, “B-besides, I really want to get my mind off my bladder.” So, we began a math lesson. Well, I say it was a math lesson, but we were really just looking over our math homework together. Still, that seemed a good of a place to start as any, or so said Sodachi. In truth, it was hard for me to concentrate on the math. After all, even if she was good at hiding it, Sodachi definitely had to go to the bathroom. It was subtle motions here and there, and it was hard to see from across from her with two desks pushed up against each other. I imagine her legs were rubbing against each other and bouncing, but her upper body seemed relatively still. If I didn’t have the preexisting knowledge that Sodachi had to use the bathroom, I wouldn’t have even considered it from where I sat. That was, until halfway through our homework problems. “Now, should we use sine or cosine for this problem?” Sodachi quizzed me. “Uh, it’s negative sine, right?” “Wrong! Look here, if we’re supposed to take the derivative of sine, then-” In the middle of her explanation, Sodachi gasped and jammed her hand beneath the desk. She twisted her body a little and I could hear her shoes tapping against the floor as she let out a quiet moan. She regained her composure a few moments later, but her hand remained below the desk. “S-sorry, I… Let’s just continue,” Sodachi replied. The lesson continued, but interruptions had become a lot more frequent. Sodachi would pause in the middle of sentences every so often, and her breathing sounded ragged. Sweat was dripping down her face, and she couldn’t keep still to save her life. Still, somehow she made it to the end of our homework. I looked over my completed answer sheet, and I couldn’t help but smile a little. Sodachi, rather than giving me all the answers and letting me walk away without learning anything, played her role as a math tutor well. The last couple of questions I was able to work through on my own with no problems, and I honestly felt like I understood the subject matter a little more. Now, however, there was nothing to distract Sodachi from her problem, and it had definitely gotten worse since we started. The silver-haired girl was whimpering almost non-stop now, dancing around in her seat with both hands jammed between her legs. She was resting her head on the desk currently, squeezing her eyes shut and taking sharp inhales of breath as though she were a martial artist ready to smash through a bunch of tiles with her hand. I checked my cell phone. The time was 8 pm. The earliest anyone got to school was 5 am, so we wouldn’t be getting out before then. Needless to say, there was absolutely no way Sodachi would make it until then. Sodachi’s eyes shot open and she let out a desperate moan. She wriggled around in her seat before standing up and crossing her legs tightly as she doubled over and glanced around the room. Her eyes fell upon the bucket I had taken out earlier and her face turned bright red. Still, her eyes glistened with longing as she gazed at it, and I could tell she wanted to give into the temptation. Well, it was her own stubbornness that was preventing her from using it in the first place, so I guess it would make sense that, now that she’s reaching her limit, she’d give in and just use the bucket. Still, part of me felt almost disappointed at the prospect of Sodachi reaching that conclusion. Or rather, regardless of how bad this sounds, I was starting to enjoy watching Sodachi struggle against her body’s needs. “I…” Sodachi straightened up, and, with as much composure as someone as desperate as her could muster up, she rubbed her legs together and said, “I… I’ll use it. That makeshift toilet. So you better not look!” “Sure thing,” I replied, trying not to let my disappointment show as I turned around, “I’ll plug my ears too, if it’ll make you feel better.” “G-good!” Sodachi noted. I heard the silver-haired girl rush over to the other side of the room, where I had left the spare cleaning bucket. Rather than plugging my ears with my fingers, however, I grabbed a pair of headphones out of my pocket and plugged one end into a small music player I carried around with me. I make a motion as though to turn it on, but the truth was I left it off so I could still hear relatively well. I felt a little guilty, but after that display of desperation Sodachi put on for me, there was no way I was going to miss the resolution completely. I heard the rustle of fabric as Sodachi presumably slid down her panties, and I waited to hear the sound of liquid splashing against the inside of a metal bucket. Instead, I heard the mechanical sound of a lock opening and the sound of a door sliding open. Instinctually, I turned around without thinking. I turned around at an incredible time, because Sodachi was still pulling up her panties. It seemed she had balled her skirt up in front of her and had been holding it to keep it out of the way while she relieved herself, because the fabric was still mostly bunched up in front of her. By some mere coincidence, however, her back side was facing towards me right now, so she had just finished pulling her panties up and her skirt was almost entirely folded up in the back, giving me a clear view of her striped undergarments. I almost wanted to laugh at how stereotypical it was for a girl to wear striped panties and sport a twintailed hairstyle. It was like Sodachi was self-aware of how tsundere she was. Well, she was really just cold and abrasive. I had yet to find the dere. But now that I had seen her striped panties, I was sure she possessed the capability to go dere, even if it was a legendary transformation she hadn’t awakened to yet. I also couldn’t help but notice a sizable wet patch in the crotch region of her panties. By some miracle, Sodachi hadn’t noticed that I had seen all that, so I quickly averted my gaze and turned my attention towards the door as well. The door slid open, and a familiar face appeared on the other side of it. Sodachi was still in the middle of recovering from nearly getting caught peeing into a bucket in a classroom, so it was left to me to express my surprise at seeing this person at the door. “Y-Yuuki-chan!?” Yuuki was out of breath and her face was red like she had just run a marathon, but in reality her house was a half-hour walk away from the school, and it had been nearly an hour since we had called her. Even considering the energy she would’ve needed to climb the gate, she shouldn’t be this out of breath from a casual stroll. That is, if she wasn’t cursed. As it stood, Yuuki looked ready to pass out, and I rushed to her with a concerned gaze. “Y-Yuuki-chan, are you alright? Why did you come here? I didn’t tell you we were stuck.” “I figured something was wrong, so I called your house. Your cousin told me you hadn’t come home yet. I came as soon as I could.” “But, you shouldn’t push yourself like that!” “I know I should rest as much as possible, but I thought you might’ve gotten caught up with another oddity.” “If that happened, you, as my only other friend who knows about them, would be the first to know!” “I thought you wouldn’t want to trouble me with your situation! I mean, you couldn’t even tell me you were trapped in a classroom!” “If it were an oddity, I could ask for advice on how to solve the problem. That’s something you can do without leaving the house.” “Look, I know you’re concerned about me, but this curse is my burden to bear. That’s what I decided. So please, be more honest with me.” I let out a heavy sigh and nodded, “Sure, sure. Next time I’ll--” “M-move…” Suddenly, a voice behind me gasped out those words. “M-move… please…” Sodachi spoke. I turned around to find Sodachi, doubled over and looking on the brink of wetting herself, grabbing her crotch tightly and dancing in place. She was looking at us expectantly, and I realized me and Yuuki had been blocking the door. We moved out of the way and Sodachi practically darted out of the classroom. I found myself stepping out into the hall and watching her sprint down towards the far end of the corridor where the bathrooms were. Suddenly, however, the twintailed girl tripped and fell to the ground with a hard thud. Yuuki gasped, and we both rushed over to Sodachi. “Are you okay?” Yuuki asked, once again freshly out of breath even after just a few meters of running. Sodachi shakily shifted herself into a kneeling position, then brought one knee up to try to stand up. As she did, she gasped and immediately put the knee back down, jamming her hands between her legs. “Can’t... “ “What’s wrong?” Yuuki asked. “I… I can’t….” Sodachi trailed off, tears in her eyes as she practically trembled in her place on the floor, “I can’t move… it’s… it’s going to come out.” Yuuki instantly realized what was going on and gasped, “Come on, we’ll help you up. Hang in there a little longer, the bathroom’s right over there!” I got under one of Sodachi’s shoulders, and Yuuki got under her other, and we tried to ease Sodachi up as evenly as possible. Unfortunately, Yuuki couldn’t quite lift Sodachi up on her side, and she nearly dropped her. In panic, Sodachi wrapped her arms around me fully and stood up the rest of the way. Unfortunately, by wrapping her arms around me, Sodachi had removed them from between her legs. If she let go of me, she’d fall on her unsteady footing, but if she didn’t grab herself, she was going to burst. “I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore….” Sodachi stiffened up completely, unable to move. There was nothing I could do but stand there as Sodachi squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered. Suddenly, her eyes shot open and she gasped. “No!” A loud hissing sound resonated throughout the hallway as Sodachi exploded. Pee fell to the floor in patters like a heavy rain as rivulets ran down her long legs. As she peed, she continued to cling to me, extending her butt out and away from me to avoid peeing on me as well. She was trembling, and tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she relieved herself right there in the school hallway. Even after a good minute, Sodachi still seemed to be peeing at full force. She was panting like she had been holding it in for a while, and it wasn’t until I thought the silver-haired girl would break some kind of world record that the stream finally trickled off and stopped. Even after the stream had stopped, pee still dripped down Sodachi’s legs like drops of rain off of wet leaves after a rainstorm. Sodachi looked up at me with a tear-filled expression, and I was about to try to comfort her, when. “I’ll kill you.” Sodachi pushed herself off of me and glared at me with cold, intense eyes. It would’ve actually genuinely frightening if her skirt wasn’t dripping with her own urine. “You idiot! You dumb pervert! I can’t believe I wet myself in front of you! This is your fault! I despise you!” “H-hey, I didn’t-” “I despise you! I can’t believe you saw such a shameful thing from me! I’ll gouge your eyes out!” That wouldn’t get rid of the memory of what I saw, even if you did that. No, rather… “T-that’s a little extreme! I mean, we were locked in that room, so no one’s going to blame you-” “Mashino-san wound up coming anyway! You should’ve just asked her for help from the start. If she had arrived five minutes earlier…!” “Hey, you agreed with my reasoning when I told you why I didn’t tell her!” “Oikura-san, it’s really alright. After all, you haven’t gone since you got to school right?” Yuuki had said that. Yuuki said that directly to Sodachi. “Y-you…!” “I used to be the class rep before Haru-san there,” Yuuki pointed out, “Of course I’m going to pay attention to the habits of the new transfer student. Force of habit, you know?” Sodachi lowered her head, “It’s true. I’ve gotten into the habit of putting it off. Well, it’s more like, I know my limits and I stay within them.” That must’ve been a habit stemming from her childhood. She must’ve gotten used to holding it, so she’s the kind of person who can put off a trip to the bathroom even if she needs to go. So… here’s the epilogue. Or should I say the punchline. In the end, Sodachi continued to treat me with that abrasiveness from before, but she no longer made it a point to fill every one of her comments towards me with malice. We all helped clean up after Sodachi’s accident, so in the end, we really went above and beyond in terms of classroom duty. Well, I say that. But in the end, we forgot to push the desks that me and Sodachi had studied at, so the next day when we got to school, Sodachi and I wound up getting scolded for goofing around. Some unsavory rumors cropped up as well, regarding why the desks were out of place and what we did rather than organizing them. As the class rep, I tried to reprimand students for spreading rumors about the new transfer student, but since the rumors also involved me, that tactic more or less failed. Still, most of them were so ridiculous and over-the-top that they’d no doubt die down rather quickly. A week after the incident, I found myself letting out a sigh as I stared out the window of the classroom. As the last class of the day was brought to a close by the sound of the bell, I grabbed my bag and stepped out into the hallway. “Where do you think you’re going?” A familiar voice called out from behind me, and I turned around to see Sodachi, standing in the door to the classroom with her hands on her hips, her bag held loosely in her left hand. “You didn’t forget our agreement already, did you?” Sodachi scoffed, “Well, it’s like a baboon who can’t appreciate mathematics like you to forget, so I’ll remind you, you’re coming with me for math tutoring, remember!?” “Yeah, I know,” I replied dryly. We walked down the hall together as we made our way to the stairwell, but when Sodachi passed by the bathrooms, her eyes lingered on the door tellingly. She still seemed a little embarrassed about last week, so I decided to do her a favor. Maybe she’d go easy on me during tutoring if she realized I was trying to be nice. Well, that was pretty unlikely. “Actually, I had something to talk to Yuuki-chan about. I’m not trying to run away, I promise! I’ll just be five minutes, so I’ll meet you down by the shoe lockers, okay?” Sodachi crossed her arms, “Fine! But if you’re not there, I’ll despise you, got it!” I bit back a snarky, “don’t you already” and turned back towards the classroom. As I made my way back, I peeked at Sodachi out of the corner of my eye, and sure enough, she stepped into the girls’ bathroom. --Sodachi Locked End--
  3. So this happened to me yesterday at work!!!! I can't believe this actually happened... Still don't know what to think of it!! I work as a contractor doing film and video editing for a business. Normally I go to location and film and edit from home, but for this particular job, I went into their offices. There is only 4 people that work there, but I was helping in filming some advertisements to go to TV. After filming was done, I used one of their offices to setup my laptop and edit. The main boss there is about 65... And two other older ladies in their 40s and a younger girl. I don't really know the staff... This was the first time I was ever visiting the office. When I first started the shoot I need to pee... I didn't think anything of it and kept filming. Once filming was done, I knew I had to go when packing down the equipment, but thought I could hold on more. When I sat down to edit, I could feel the pressure on my bladder. Still, I kept working away. About 2 hours later it hit me, I felt my bladder wanting to give out. I was now squirming in my chair... One hand clenching my cock to keep any from coming out. I stood up out of the chair and the sudden wave came over me... I had no more than a minute to make it to the bathroom before my tight blue skinny jeans would meet their fate. I walked up the short corridor to the bathroom, no one noticing me holding my junk. I made it in, closed and locked the door. I started fidgeting bad, trying to rip my jeans down... It was about to happen. A few spurts escaped into my boxers. I had to stop and clamp down with my hand around my cock... I had no spare clothes, I couldn't wet them today!! I pulled my jeans and boxers down as it started coming out. I peed in my boxers a little, nothing of real damage and just stood there in the middle of the room wetting on the floor... I couldn't make it to the toilet. I pissed for about 3 minutes straight. There was only the one toilet in the building... It was an old heritage property/house turned into an office... So I had to clean the floor as quickly as I could with what I had. I cleaned up the floor with toilet paper, but there was nothing to take the smell of fresh pee out of the room. Once I was done, I went back to my room and kept working. 30 minutes later one of the staff went to use the bathroom... I was nervous to see if there was something I missed cleaning or what not. I heard the flush and the door open, but nothing happened after that. It was getting close to finish time as the office would be shutting soon. I then heard a knock on my door... I kind of sunk in my seat. It was the younger girl that worked there. She introduced herself and sat down in one of the spare chairs in the room... She said along the lines of "I saw what you did earlier..."... I thought to myself did I lock the door? Was she hiding in the room? All things ran through my mind! I played dumb and asked her what did she mean... She said "I saw you holding yourself on the way to the loo, did you wait too long"... I was shocked... I said quietly to her... "Yeah". She smiled back at me and said "me too..." She lifted her skirt to reveal her light blue panties with a damp patch on them". I couldn't believe what I was seeing... She was watching me and she was also a holder! She said she was leaving in ten minutes and offered to help my carry my equipment out to my car. We went to the car, she helped me load it and then when I thought she would stay goodbye, she popped a squat, pulled her panties to the side and started wetting. I couldn't believe my eyes!!! When she finished, she stood up, smiled at me and gave me a bit of paper with her number on it. I left work in shock at what had happened!! I still have her number and haven't messaged her yet... Seeing as I am contracted to the boss for work, part of me thinks I should keep it professional... Yet it's hard to find someone in real life that would do something like that!!! What should I do??!! Let me know!!!
  4. Hey i was wondering if anyone had the lovewetting video "out of gas" with licky lex. Ive attached a screenshot
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    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) Voice Acting Poll: Would you like this game to be partially voiced (only at important dialogue/cutscenes [pee/wetting ones included])? Vote below. http://www.easypolls.net/poll.html?p=57a91a66e4b06f1075e1cb49 Closing at 250 votes. Main Discussion Thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/32616-rpg-maker-peedesperation-game-the-twelve-fanatics/ Lily's Exam Correct Answers: Probably this didn't go as expected. Kinda wanted to mess with your brains a little by doing this "puzzle" mathematically challenging... but I know that most of these topics aren't seen in a regular college program, so if anyone wants to know the correct answers, here they are: C: 80; E:65 360; 896 12x^3 - 4x 1/2lnx + C 280~ O 15/8 (x^-1/2)cosx dw + (2cosx/sinx)wdx = 0 y = C1x^-1/2sinx + C2x^-1/2cosx SIDE NOTE: There are five scenes to get in here. The range for them is as follows: 0~1 Right Answers 2~3 Right Answers 4~5 Right Answers 6~8 Right Answers Perfect Score ... ANNOUNCEMENT (Post Update 04/14/2017): We're still looking out for new artists who would like to join the project. If anyone is interested, please send me a private message!

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  6. I saw this video on here a while ago. It featured a guy with one of those cheap water guns without water in it. He'd point it at different girls, pull the trigger, and they'd become really desperate and pee themselves. Does anyone know where I can find it?
  7. Mara Jeez, where is she? She's really late... It was past 12:30, and they were supposed to meet up at 12. If she'd known she would turn up this late, she wouldn't have rushed out in such a hurry this morning. She'd managed to leave her jacket, backpack and wallet behind in the scurry- not to mention her keys. In other words, She was locked out of her apartment. Again; for the third time this week. Honestly, she couldn't even argue when her friends called her the ditz friend anymore. Things like these were rather regular occurances, but her friends were of the reliable kind to make up for it, usually. Charlie was one of said reliable friends. Never ever had Mara experienced that she showed up more than 10 minutes late, and she really and wasn't the kindto show up late without giving a heads up. Today? Not a peep. It was 30 minutes past their rendevouz time, and she was yet to show up. Incredibly inconvenient, in this case. It was the first hot day of the summer, and she practically dove out of her bed this morning. The heat, exertion and time had left her really, really thirsty. Plus, she kinda really needed to pee. She felt a shudder ride up her back. That's it, holding was starting to take a lot more effort than she'd usually let it.... ACTION [?] PROFILE HOW TO PLAY
  8. I clicked to delete my account this morning. I was scared to stay on this site. I haven't seen anything bad. It been nice sharing experiences with people like me, but I'm always afraid someone's gonna post something and get everyone on here in trouble. Like inappropriate illegal photos. I don't want people to find out I have this fetish. Again I haven't seen anything bad get posted but it a fetish site so I worry. I dont want my account deleted. Can the administrators please NOT delete my account. I went to cancel the request but it was already back to nirmal. And I got an email confirming my account was revived. Was it because I logged out and back on?
  9. 'That'll be twelve-fifteen, would you like a carrier bag?' The man shakes his head and hands be the cash, a ten and a five. I hit the button on the till and put in the notes, pull out the change, and hand it over 'Thank you, have a nice day' I smile at him. He's already walking away as I say it. It's no fun sat behind this till. I've only been here an hour and I'm bored out my mind. The chair's uncomfortable, the work is menial, and it smells like someone's spilt milk about a week ago and no-one's cleaned it up. But still, college won't pay for itself, so here I am, wasting my weekends away telling people about the special offer on any 'Diego' brand products. Buy one, get a free frying pan, *woohoo*. It isn't even a good frying pan - It's some soft, cheap metal that scratches is if you look at it too harshly. Still have to try and hand them out. I sigh and lean back in my chair. I lift up my hand and glance at my watch. 6:15 AM. Sunday morning. I hate mornings. Who in their right mind is up before ten? Mad people, that's who. At least with a morning shift I get to go home at 1. Maybe then I could make up for lost sleep. Leaning back, I puff out my cheeks and spin around on the chair. I'm the only one in at this time. Well, the manager's in, but she's always in. I don't think I've ever come in to this place and not seen her doing something. I'm not sure she even sleeps. Here she comes now, walking down the food aisle like she's got something to do 'Morning Katie' she sings to me cheerfully. Something must be up, she's not usually this happy 'Morning, Margret' I reply. 'Come now, liven up!' she trills. 'Big day today! It's our two-for-one offer on all Cola, so be ready for a busy day of work' 'It's sunday' I remind her. Her face drops and her mood darkens 'Look here Katie, If you don- *Ahem*' She clears her throat, takes in a breath and restores her cheery attitude 'Oh, Katie!' she sings. 'We must always be ready for anything, here at LowCost!' I've never seen her do this before. 'Are we being inspected?' I ask drily She looks around quickly. No one here, of course. She turns back to me 'Yes. As it happens, we are.' she snarls. 'And you better make us look good so we can be the branch they film the next advert in, they're auditioning today, and if you ruin things with your 'couldn't-care-less' attitude, I'll-' 'Margret Ginger to the office pleeeaase, that's Margret Ginger to the main office pleeeeaaaaase' Margret glares at me, cut off by the overhead speaker. 'Best. Behaviour.' She hisses, before she brushes herself off, and skips daintily away like butter wouldn't melt. Well, it wouldn't if someone fixed the dairy-fridge. So today is the day the adverts are filmed. They'll film ads in a bunch of branches, and then air the best ones. This branch hasn't been in the advert for so long as I can remember, but Margret, with her delusions of grandeur, insists that we win it this time, and in her effort to win, she's hand-picked the staff that will be in today based on how attractive they are. Honestly I'd be a little flattered if most of the other staff here didn't look like they'd come from a middle-school portrait club. If it were any other store I probably wouldn't be in for this sort of thing, I'm not exactly a model or anything. Don't get me wrong though, I'm not ugly or anything. I'm just unkempt. I've got blonde hair that reaches to my shoulders. Wavy and messy because brushing is something for people that don't have an essay due in every other day to do. Permanent bags under my blue eyes because sleep is for people who aren't three weeks behind on that one history paper. Un-ironed white shirt (I don't even know if I've got an ironing board), creased grey skirt that ends halfway up my thighs. I don't think I own a pair of tights that aren't laddered somewhere, and today's pair have a hole about 6 inches long up my inner-left thigh. Cheap white trainers. And a neat red tie and a name badge complete my ensemble. I don't think a day's gone by without Margret having a go at me for some part of my uniform. Today she gave me a hairbrush before we begun, so my hair is particularly neat (It doesn't stick out quite so much as usual) While I'm sat here killing time, might as well tell you about myself. I'm 5 foot something, fairly light for my age, and I'm studying modern history at university. I'm living in the university dorm (one bedroom, one bathroom and a communal kitchen for about 9 others). I'm single, I enjoy long walks on short piers, I don't like mornings, I don't like Margret, I don't like working at this sh- Oh hang on, another customer. The man dumps his shopping on the belt which brings it toward me. Just the usual groceries, milk, eggs, some sausages, and two bottles of cola. I swipe them over the scanner and put them to one side 'That's eight fifty' I tell him, trying to hold back a yawn. Would you like a bag?' 'Please' I pull a bag from under the desk and hand it to him. He puts he stuff in, struggling with the sodas. Noticing how the liquid slops about though, it makes me think I ought to use the toilet soon. I can't go yet though, Margret might punch me if I left the tills empty. Even if the shop is empty. We've probably had most of our customers already. As the man walks out, receipt falling out of his bag as a breeze catches it, I can't help but think that I should have bought some of my coursework with me. Might take my mind off the boredom and my slowly filling bladder. Really starting to regret pulling an all-night study session, I feel like death, and I've put nothing into my body but coffee for the past twelve hours. It hasn't woke me up though - I feel like I'm vibrating but at the same time about to fall asleep. I'm sure that's not healthy. I yawn and lean back again, kicking my shoes off under the desk. I know the shoes are part of the uniform, but it's not like anyone can see them. And even if they could, the 'no shirt no shoes' rule only applies to customers. I straighten out my body and stretch, arms over my head. 'Yaaawwwh..' I glance at my watch. Six twenty. It's going to be a long day... Two hours later and no-one's come in. I've been sat in this chair, trying not to fall asleep, when I could have been finishing off work, revising, sleeping, anything that wasn't sitting in this damn chair. Still haven't gone to the toilet. Turns out the other two folks who were meant to come in today are both off. So I'm the only one working the tills until the afternoon shift starts. Ugh. I look at my watch again. Still 8:15. I slouch over in my chair and slam into the till, head resting in my folded arms. 'KATE!' Margret screams from the other end of the store. I drag myself up while she thunders over. 'Katie, I swear to-' she stops shouting 'Katie, we're going to win this advertising deal okay? Because, if we do, I get a raise. That means if you make us lose, you're taking money away from me. So tha- *dong* The door's slide open and about six men come in, with cameras, a boom mic, and a clipboard. 'Oh Hello~~!' Margret warbles. 'So good that you're here! We've been expecting you!' Guess this is it. My Television debut. Margret eagerly starts helping the crew bring in their equipment, while some of the men walk around looking at things. One of them heads over to me, I guess my unkempt everything is already ruining Margret's dream of being in an advert He walks over and stares at my breasts, without even a lick of shame. In fact he looks sort of confused, what is he- Oh. He's looking at my name badge, which is upside down. I take it out, turn it around and put it back on. I look up and grin at him. He doesn't respond. I lean back in my chair and sigh again. With this lot here now I have to pretend I want to be here. I sit up, straighten my tie and try to smile. Sod that, they don't even have the camera's set up yet. Dropping my facade and leaning back, I try to ignore everything and just hope that time passes by without me noticing. Not likely though, my bladder is aching enough now that I can't ignore it. It's keeping me aware. Margret doesn't let us use the toilet most days, so today she'll be doing everything she can to have me stuck in this chair and looking my best. It takes the team half an hour to set up, then another half hour to discuss the scripts with us. I don't know why we bother, I look like I've been dragged around, with my torn tights, creased shirt and messy hair. The stylist says I have a sort of 'shabby-chic' look. I say he has a 'I-don't-know-what-I'm-talking-about' look. Me and Margret are given scripts each, with awful cheesy lines like 'Here in the dairy, we have Moo-velous deals on skimmed milk!'. I can't think of too much that I'd rather be doing less, but I'm the only one on the floor today, So I kind of have to. Me and Margret take turns on the till to make sure it's never empty. I think some of the customers have spent more time looking around just to avoid being served by her. Anyway, my shift now, which means I get a fifteen minute break from filming. I was right about customers avoiding Margret. When I sat down about three people came over immediately. All of them bought colas, two-for-one offers really are effective. Cola swilling about in a bottle is also pretty effective and making me realise just how much I need the bathroom. How long has it been since I last went, anyway? Let's think....I was studying last night at around six, had a short break playing Dark Souls until ten, had a coffee, studied until 11, had another Dark Souls break until three, went to the toilet, had a shower, had more coffee, got dressed, proof read my essay on Verdun, had another coffee, got my coat and left at five... That might explain why I feel like a nuke about to go off. I'd better ask Margret if I can go, it's worth a shot... No. A violent no. I thought she would bite my head off. She didn't scream or shout, but when I asked her she gave me a look like a punch to the head. If looks could kill I'd be obliterated. So I have to wait until the next break. Her exact words were 'N-not now Katie (she stammered holding back her anger, I could tell), the film crew won't be here much longer, just sit down and do your job'. She tried to make it sound sweet and friendly in front of the camera crew, but I'm sure they didn't buy her act. No more customers have come in since the last three, which means I'm free to wriggle about behind my desk a little without looking silly. At least so long as the camera doesn't pan over to me. What an advert that would make - the camera pans round, catching all the sales and offers, then poor little me rocking back and forth in the background, red in the face and hands in my crotch. If Margret doesn't let me go soon, I'm sure that's what the ad will be. The tagline could be 'desperate offers!'. or 'Urine luck when you come to LowCost supermarkets!'. 'You won't Pee-lieve our low low prices!' You know, I'm not sure Margret is legally allowed to stop me using the toilet. But I'm also not certain she won't explode if I mention that. I'm not certain I won't explode if I don't go soon though. I'm at that point where I can't think of other things. My bladder is the main thing on my mind, but the time is a close second. I glance around my desk. I've got a half empty water bottle here. Perhaps I could sneak this under the table.... I take in hand and begin moving it down. I glance around just to make sure that-. Oh good. Margrets coming over now, abort mission. I put the bottle back quickly. 'Right, get a shot of me and Katie here' Margret says to them. 'I'll put my hand round her shoulders and say something about how nice the staff all are' I stare pleadingly at the man behind the camera. He doesn't seem to notice. 'I- could I please-' I begin, before Margret jabs me in the forearm 'Shut up and smile with me' She wraps one arm around my shoulder, her touch making me wince, but I force a cheesey grin. Then she notices my hands, pressed between my legs. 'Katie, make it look like you're scanning something' She says, glancing around for something. She picks up a cola bottle, one of the big ones. 'Hold this over the scanner' 'But Margret, I' 'DO IT' she hisses. I hold it up with both hands, forcing a grin while I do. Without my hands my bladder begins to scream. Nothing holding back now but sheer muscle. I'm trying so hard to hold it in, but it hurts so much! Hurry up and film the scene! Come on, I don't have forever! 'Here at LowCost, our staff are friendly and here to help!' Margret sings in my ear, grinning like a Barbie doll. I force my own smile as best I can, while trying to stop a torrent of liquid coming out of me. Holding the bottle doesn't help. I don't think I can go on much longer.... 'No no' the camera man says. 'Katie, darling, you need to smile naturally, you look crazed with that grin' 'Sorry, I just really need to' 'Katie...' Margret cuts in. 'Smile. Nicely.' I try to pull a less forced smile, and they begin filming again. 'Here at LowCost, our staff are friendly and here to help!' I can feel sweat on my forehead as I try to hold back 'Just ask our lovely Katie here!' she grins. The camera zooms on me. I can see my face in one of the screens the men hold, showing what I look like. I'm blushing and grinning like I murdered someone and got away with it, and my forehead looks completely damp. My underwear feels like it might be just as damp soon. 'I, uhh' 'KATIE.' Margret shouts. 'I gave you the lines' she hisses. Read them again. I put the bottle down and grab my crotch with one hand while I take the script in the other. My hand hits just in time - I feel a single drop hit my underwear, cooling quickly. Not enough to show, I hope. I read through the script. 'We'll tell you about our great offers when you reach the till'. 'Okay, scene, 1, 2, - ' I wipe my forehead and pick up the bottle with both hands. I almost lose control as I lift it over the scanner. I can feel pressure mounting. 'Here at LowCost, our staff are friendly, and here to help!' My bladder feels ready to explode. I won't make it.... 'We'll tell y-you about our great offers when you reach the toilet' I say 'Katie.' Margret sighs. 'If you screw this up again...' 'S-sorry'. I mumble. The bottle feels really heavy in my hands now. Three litres of cheap cola, swilling side to side. I need to choose between holding the bottle or wetting my uniform. It's a tough decision, but I'm going to hold the bottle up a little longer. I can feel my bladder getting angry at that decision. I hold it in the air and Margret starts talking again. I can't hear what she's saying anymore, the only thing on my mind is the ocean I'm holding back. All the while I'm grinning for the camera and trying to look natural. '...here to help' Margret finishes. Okay, my line now 'I need a wee' Margret's hand turns into a vice. I can't see her face, but I can feel her glaring at me, her eyes cutting through me like knives. She has a grip like nothing I've felt before. if only my bladder was the same. Margret starts yelling, but I can't focus on what Margret is shouting at me right now, but I can tell she's lost it, the camera man looks quite scared. My bladder is the only thing on my mind right now. I'm still forcing a grin. My bladder is getting closer and closer to breaking point. 'Once more' Margret sighs. I lift the bottle again. 'Here at LowCost, our staff are' *PSSSSHHHHHH* Oh god! I've gone and done it now! I'm wetting myself! I can feel it spraying on my face and - my face? I open my eyes and look at the spray, it's coming from the bottle. It's burst, and cheap cola is spurting everywhere! I toss it over the end of the till, letting it spray cola over the entire till as it flies. It bursts on the floor when it hits. I can't help but feel like it's some sort of warning. Hands free, I clamp them back down on my screaming bladder. Margret looks like she's about to catch fire. The camera crew notice this. 'M-maybe we could film it on the next till down?' If Margret does catch fire, I could probably put her out. She better hurry up though because otherwise it'll be too late. She forces herself to calm down, breathing like an angry bull as she does. 'Yes. That's a good idea. Come on.' The crew head over, and so does Margret. I stand up from my chair. Standing up feels like something is pushing against my bladder from the outside. Still, I have to hold on. I try and get a glance at the back of my skirt, check for any damage. I don't have a giraffe neck however, so I can only guess that I look fine. I run my hands over my ass to be sure. Taking my hands off is a mistake however, and I watch a drip fall from between my legs. I slam my legs together immediately and dash to the next till. I almost throw myself at the chair. Margret hands me a new bottle - one of the new 'supreme' bottles. Five litres of cheap soda. Five litres of agony. 'Hold this' I'm almost scared to touch it, just in case it's very touch will make me burst like a water main. I breath in, brace myself, and lift it. My bladder isn't a fan of this action. I have to hold it over the scanner like I'm scanning it. Which means holding it at an awkward angle at arms length. Usually I'd just drag something like this over the scanner and hope it gets picked up by the barcode-reader, but that doesn't look good on camera. So instead, I put my bladder muscles to the absolute test. It screams at me the second I lift the bottle 'Here at LowCost...' Margret begins I feel a drop escape. '...Our staff are friendly...' Another drop, and another '...And here to help' She finishes. Drip, then drip, then drip. Time for my line through my forced drip - I mean smile. 'We'll tell you...' no just drips now, but a very slow trickle '...about our great offers...' My muscles begin to fail '...when you reach the till!' I can feel a puddle forming 'Great, cut!' the camera man says. I drop the bottle and slam my hands between my legs so hard I almost knock myself over. 'C-c-can I go to the-' 'YES KATIE, GO' Margret yells. I scramble from my chair. As I stand I can see the mess I've left, an orange sized puddle sits on the black leather. At least that's all that I'll lose. I make a dash for the bathroom, as quick as I can, my feet pummelling the floor and then slipping the in soda No! Not now! The camera crew look over to me as I stumble back to my feet, fighting back another wave as I do. I glance over to them - the camera's still rolling! I don't have time to worry though, toilet toilet toilet! Scrambling back up, I make a bolt forward. I find myself back on my face. Wet shoes have betrayed me. I can't fight back tears as everything begins to get to me. It's like the world is trying to make me- Drip! Oh no, I'm really going to lose it now! I scramble up again, and make a charge forward, slipping immediately and landing on my face. Not now! Not now! I have to get up! One leg up, now the other. I pull myself to full height, feeling my bladder lose control slightly as I do. I'm now losing a slow, steady trickle, which begins to run down my leg. I'll have to walk if I don't want to piss myself on all fours like some kid. I go to step forward. As I move my leg my bladder loses control entirely and I lose a spurt. I bring my leg bag and stand still. I can't move. I mustn't move. Because if I move, I'm going to wet myself. I've never wet myself like this. At work, in front of cameras. I mustn't wet myself. My bladder doesn't agree, and another drip falls from me and into my tights. Here are my choices: Wet myself, have an accident, or pee in my tights. I'll let my bladder make that choice. I can feel the others looking at me. I can't see them, but I can feel them. I have to move. I drag my leg forward, not taking it off the other. Even the pressure from that is too much and a dribble escapes and I hear a drip hit the floor. I breath in deeply. I step forward, big stride. My bladder loses control and I spurt through my tights. Next step, same thing happens. I keep marching forward though, and with each step I spurt harshly. It takes me about twenty steps to reach the staff-only door to the toilets. I look at the floor behind me to see what I've done. Tiny puddles follow me up to the door, each one getting bigger and bigger until they reach my feet now. My bladder can't stop the flow now, and a gentle trickle is making its way down my leg and pooling by my feet. I grab the handle to the toilet and pull. It doesn't move. What I pull again, spurting hard as I do. Nothing. I take hold of the door handle and pull on it. Legs apart, hands on the handle, I pull! I pull again! I put all my effort into pulling! And as I do so my bladder gives up. As I yank on the door I begin to pee. I Keep pulling, but my bladder keeps peeing, pushing out a gold stream into my wet tights. I give up. It's not worth it. I lean against the door, tearing up, and I relax my bladder. I just let go. The stream hisses as it comes out, splashing down my legs before hitting the ground and splashing back up my shins. Feet at shoulder width, the stream of piss falls freely down to the floor, splattering loudly. My tights catch and hold all they can, and a warm patch spreads around my ass, thighs, knees and shins, as pee slides down my legs and soaks into my shoes. The white trainers quickly get dyed a pale yellow as they absorb what they can, holding the pee around my soles, toes and ankles. I feel a wave of relief make its way up my back, like no relief I've ever felt before. I can't hold back a moan, as pee streaks down my legs and tears streak down my cheeks. Still leaning on the door, I begin to squat down, until my legs are folded together, and my skirt catches the flood of pee coming from my aching bladder. Pee begins to pool around my ass, before it is filtered through my skirt. At least now it doesn't splash quite so much. I close my eyes as I let my body empty itself into my tights. While I have my accident, I remember why I had a shower at three in the morning...I hadn't made it to the toilet following my 'study break'. It felt strange back then. I felt silly, but also not too bothered, almost more relaxed than if I'd used the toilet. I did have to clean up after it though. Of course back then there wasn't a camera crew or a floor manager... I open my eyes again and look at what I'm doing. A pale yellow puddle surrounds me, steam rising from it. As I finish having my little accident, the store falls silent, and I realise the only sound before had been the dripping of the contents of my bladder. I stand up again, centred in my puddle. I'm almost proud of how large it is, but I'm also almost about to burst into tears. I take in a deep breath I stand outside the puddle, shaking one leg off at a time, flicking a few drips back into it. I wipe my hands on my skirt, leaving palm prints on either side. I let out another sigh, this time of relief. It felt so much better to not be carrying that around with me. I stand up and turn around, ready to head back - The camera crew are stood right behind me. They filmed the whole thing. Margret is with them. What do I do? What can I say? 'Uhh, you w-won't Pee-lieve our low low prices' After mopping up the mess, Margret came up to me and told me not to come in the next day. She hadn't fired me, she just felt bad about making me wet myself like that. Also I think she was worried that I might have filed a lawsuit or something. She also gave me some free stock as an apology, including one of those five litre bottles of cola. And she paid for a taxi to take me home. The driver was a little shocked to see me and my wet tights climb in the back, and Margret was a little shocked when the drive told her she'd have to pay a clean up fee. Still, now back in my dorm I can finally finish some of my essays that are due in tomorrow. I've got changed now, into my comfy pyjamas and that one hoodie I own that's way too big for me, and I'm sat cross legged on my computer chair with a hot cup of tea and my essay on the Great War in front of me. Gotta finish this before tomorrow. I take a sip of coffee while I skim over what I've already wrote. That said, I might take a short Dark Souls break first...
  10. One of the businesses that we own is a small convenience store on the outskirts of the town where we live. We ended up owning the store as we used to live just around the corner from it before we moved house and we used the store all the time for food and drink. The owner was a lovely old man who ran the shop but due to age and illness he was having to sell the building and the business and go into retirement and we decided that it would be a good investment and would keep the store in the area for the community to use rather than it become something different. That was 5 years ago and the store is still going strong. The store is located opposite the train station and as its only a small town station there is only two platforms with a few benches on each and nothing else so we get a lot of custom from people using the station as well as the local community. As the store is opposite the train station we do get people sometimes come in looking to see if we have a bathroom as the station doesn’t have any. Most of them come in and look around and when they realise we don’t have one they buy something and leave. Sometimes however they ask us and this has lead to some good desperation sightings. We do have a bathroom and if we could we would make it available to the public but because of where it is located it is staff only. At the back of the store is the door to the stock room where we obviously keep our stock and room is stacked with boxes and pallets and shelves stocked up with all sorts of produce and at the other end of that room is a door leading to a small staff room with a kitchen area, table and a sofa where staff can sit on breaks. Off that staff room is the toilet. The stock room is the reason why the toilet is off limits to the public. The shop floor is public space and if a customer has an accident whilst there we are covered on the insurance. However if we allowed customers into the stockroom and they had an accident there we wouldn’t be covered. Therefore no customers allowed. This is the policy that has lead to seeing a few desperate moments and I thought I would share them with you in this thread. Watch this space for updates if you are interested.
  11. good morning guys, tonight, just half an hour ago, is saw the end of a german television show called "schlag den star". there were two very attractive german tv stars, fighting against each other in several games. one of them "lena meyer landrut" seemed a bit desperate for me and then (i cant believe), she said that she needs a brake vor the toilet (in an live show!) ;) very nice, because its very real, can anybody get the show out of the web? https://www.prosieben.de/tv/schlag-den-star thank you and kisses from germany
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    Hello Awesome Community, I am reaching out to this wonderful community to help me with video ideas. Background: I have a friend who I have known literally since we were born. Pretty early on she figured out I was into watching girls pee their pants. Over the past 10 years she has wet for me every year on my birthday (hey we were very poor once & peeing didn't cost money!) In honor of my birthday coming up and her impending wedding, she has promised to make me a 10 minute wetting video (she says she would kill me if her future husband found out so no I will not be sharing here). I am into schoolgirl role play and bikini wetting and she is into pulling her panties down to show her butt--stories for another time-- but otherwise am open to suggestions. Let's hear from this community some of your great ideas!
  13. Whilst i'm scrolling through my tumblr i come across some little short vids that people have posted which I love so i thought i would share them here. I will update this thread when i find new ones instead of making new topics. #1 - Short vid of a girl peeing in her panties and on the bed. PantyPee.mp4 #2 Wetting white panties in the bath whitepanty.mp4
  14. I have some great ideas. One for Castle since I've yet to find a Beckett fanfic story. But itnsomeone else's characters. I don't want to be sued.
  15. (Hey guys another little roleplay text me and my lover did together, it got really hot) It was another night, we had a long day and really just wanted to cuddle in bed. Tonight i wanted it to make it more interesting. I walked out with my regular white cotton panties on, his favorite kind on me. He always loves how they shape my ass. I come out with my panties on and see him in briefs. I sat on the bed close to him and blushed "I wanna be a big girl, big girls dont tinkle their panties". He smiled and pulled me closer to kiss me and caressed my sides, telling me how sexy i looked in my little panties. We both began drinking glasses of water together, determined to hold it. We snuggled into bed, holdin hands, and i was wiggling into the bed (ya know when your bed is super cozy and you just wiggle and sink into it?). We pulled a blanket over our heads and began watching some gamer videos we loved. He held me in his arms tightly, enjoying how close i was to his side. I suddenly started to get a few urges to pee but ignored it as we laughed and kept drinking water. As we drink more, we both start getting signals that tell us its time to pee, but we ignore it. I see him looking a bit different "You ok pumpkin?" I ask. He caresses my sides again and smiled "Of course sweetie, im just full, you doing ok?" I nodded "Yea im full too, but im enjoying your company, you are so warm and soft like a teddy bear!" I said as i nestled my face in his chest. He smiled and chuckled, loving how affectionate i am. I pulled him closer to me and kissed his forehead, and began to scratch his back lightly to soothe him. We both relaxed until more urges came. We both began squirming, and i began to press my legs together. He noticed this and slowly began rubbing my leg. I couldnt help but moan and began to rub his as well. "You getting desperate baby?" He said with a wink. I giggled "Yea, but im a big girl, i can hold it" i said, he nodded and continued his motions saying he could do the same. He slowly kept rubbing my legs, making me wet, and i could see him getting hard. Soon we both began rubbing each other as we were feeling or urges more and more to pee. I was throbbing and squirming around "Mmmmm i really gotta go potty babe, but im a big girl and big girls dont pee their panties". He smiled "I can hold like a big boy, but i wouldn't mind if you had an accident sweetie". I squirmed at the mention of an accident, drops of pee were begging to escape into my panties. We began to hold each other close, trying not to oress on each others bladders. However that was futile as they did, we both felt a few drops leak out. My love began to rub his cock against me. We kiss and moan and I squirm even more. "Mmmm baby i really really gotta go potty, i should really go like a big girl". I said this but noticed he was still grinding and had a good grip around me as he held me, he wasnt letting go, he was in charge. "I do too baby but...... i dont feel like getting up" he said. I couldnt stop squirming around, my need to pee was rising more and more. " im suppose to be a big girl in my panties, if i stay here ill have an accident and pee my panties, you wouldnt want that.. would you?" I said in the most innocent tone, knowing that is EXACTLY what he wanted me to do. "I.... wouldnt mind" he said trying to be coy as he rubbed my damp panties harder. I moaned louder a bit and began shaking, ohhhhh i had to pee so bad! I was still rubbing his cock like crazy as he rubbed me and leaked again into my panties. "Ohhh baby if i dont move ill pee my panties like a bad little girl! What should i do?" I asked, trying to contain the flood. "Mmmm i love when you are a bad girl, i think we should stop trying to be good and be bad and let it all out together" he said seductively. I moan and hold his hand, my other hand pressed against my pussy trying to hold the flood. He started holding his cock through his briefs. "Y..you want me to tinkle my panties and be a bad girl?" I asked as i leaked again. He nodded " I want you to wet your panties like a bad girl sweetie...i want to soak the bed with you..." he said seriously to me. The way he commanded me made me so horny and need to pee more that i didnt question it no longer. I knelt down and kissed his cock through his briefs to keep him hard then stood up a bit. I began to hover over his crotch, showing off my cute panties to him and sat right on his lap, i could feel his cock throbbing against me and i wiggled my ass for him to be sexy. The feeling of him against me made me spread my legs wide, giving my love the greatest view. He moaned and rubbed his cock against me, leaking again in his briefs. "Ohhhh baby i love it, i can feel your cock pressed against my pussy and ass, i cant hold it in anymore, my bladder is begging me to let it all out into my panties....." i told him. " Mmmm do it baby, wet your panties like a naughty girl" he said as he leaked again. "Mmmmm baby i wanna feel your cock explode in those briefs and on me like the bad boy you are.... how much of a naughty girl am i baby? I wanna know how bad you want me to pee my panties and be a bad girl, commanding me to pee cuz u know i want it, mmmmm babe" I said in the sexiest voice i could. He moaned and kissed me all over and began to grind against me. " Ohhh yesss you are my naughty girl, i love it when you are bad like this...i wanna feel your pussy burst warm pee everywhere right through your cute little panties..". We were both leaking every five minutes, grinding against each other. He was a bit more dominant tonight and i loved it and played along. "Mmmm what do you want me to do baby? Tell me.... command me to do it, you are so sexy when you want me to pee this much" i begged him. He looked me in the eye and pulled me closer. "Pee for me baby, spread your legs and wet your panties like a bad little girl, i want you soaked!" He said as he kissed me passionately, about to loose control. I was sweating, squirming and grinding against his cock faster and faster, i was so horny and had to pee so bad. My man held me closer and closer and urged me and commanded me in my ear. "Pee baby, pee" drip "Mmmm pee baby, pee for me" drip drip "Be my naughty little girl and pee!" drip drip drip, a new yellow wet spot forming on my panties " mmmmm baby i cant hold it i wanna pee! I wanna pee so bad! I cant hold it!" I said in a begging voice. "I cant hold back either baby, spread your legs and pee, you know you want to, dont you?" A spasm, a leak, i nodded and moaned "I do... i wanna spread them and pee like a bad girl" "Then do it baby, pee for me!" Psss "Pee baby, C'mon" Pssss "Thats it baby, pee" Pss pss "pee pee pee" "pee" Pssssssss "peeeee" "PEE!" "Its coming out! I cant hold it in any longer, its gonna come out!" I said with a gasp as pee gushes out into my panties, grinding on his cock as a loud hissing noise could be hear. A yellow wet spot slowly formed on my panties, bloomin from my pussy and soaking my panties faster and faster. "Mmmm baby i'm peeing my briefs" he said as he began to gush full force into his white briefs. We began grinding faster and faster, french kissing each other. He was peeing so forcefully it was hitting my clit, causing a warm sensation all over me. "Mmmmm its spraying out from my pussy, im peeing, im peeing like a bad girl, i need to be put back in diapers i always wanna wet myself and be your bad little girl, i love you so much!" I tell him as i moan louder. " Mmmm i always wanna be your bad boy, i love you too baby" he said as he rubbed against me harder. A large hot puddle of pee formed under us as we went faster and faster. "Am i a bad little girl baby?" I asked innocently. "Ohhhh yesssss you are my bad little girl forever baby" he said. He rubbed the tip of his cock harder into me through his soaked briefs, causing my body to tense up and shake. "Ohhhhh baby if you keep doing that im gonna cum!" He kissed me deeper, squeezing my tits and going faster " Ohhh me too baby i cant hold back around you". He grabbed my hand as we got faster, and faster, and faster. Suddenly we couldnt hold back no more and screamed each others names, cumming in our underwear. We panted and moaned and laid there, finally finished peeing, and fell asleep in our warm wet puddle with our soaked underwear on. (Hope you guys enjoyed this! Let me know what you think)
  16. male

    This story follows my 'Too shy to say (again)' story, which you can find here: I ended up renting the room and living with the landlady for two months before I moved away to start another job. Although she was a lovely person, she used to take really long showers, which lead to a couple of desperate experiences for me. I came home from work one day much later than usual as I'd gone for a couple of drinks with some colleagues at a local pub. On the walk home I was absolutely bursting to go for a pee, I had not gone to the toilet since earlier than afternoon just after lunch and the pints of beer were now quickly filling up my bladder. It was quite a long walk, 30 minutes or so, and as I got closer to the house I started to get so desperate that I was almost jogging. In fact, while walking along a narrow footpath around the corner from the house, a woman walking in front of me stopped to let me walk by her. I apologised as I hurried past, and feeling a bit less shy than usual (perhaps it was the beers!) I actually admitted to her that I was 'dying for a pee' and was 'trying to make it home!' which made her laugh out loud. By the time I finally got the the front door I was really frantic and was jiggling on the spot as I unlocked the door, trying not to pee myself. I got inside, took off my shoes (gritting my teeth as I had to bend down and undo my laces, squashing my bladder which by now was visibly bulging), threw down my bag and walked quickly to the bathroom, unzipping my suit trousers in readiness for what was going to be a very relieving pee. Except that pee was going to have to wait, as my landlady was showering. I sighed in frustration and bent forwards, squeezing my cock through my boxers for a second before straightening up and walking into the living room. I paced up and down, squeezing myself through my boxers and glancing longingly at the locked bathroom door, desperately trying not to pee all over my suit and on her hardwood floor! I was glad that the other lodger wasn't home, as I was way past the point of being able to hide my desperation. After more than ten frantic minutes of pacing, moaning, bending and cock squeezing the shower was still running and I knew I wasn't going to be able to wait. I was too shy to knock on the bathroom door (and considering it was her house, it would have also been pretty rude) so I decided to go out into her garden and relieve myself behind her garden shed. I didn't want to risk squashing my bladder by bending over to put my shoes on so I just opened the back door and hurried out into the garden in my socks, but luckily it had been a warm day and the grass was dry. Hoping the neighbors wouldn't notice me, I ran down the garden with my suit trousers still unzipped, squeezing my cock for all I was worth, and rushed behind the shed. I immediately pulled my cock out and moaned as I started peeing, relieving myself loudly into the grass. I was peeing a strong stream for ages, relishing the feeling of finally getting to empty my bladder. I remember pushing my pee out in front of me as far as I could, because I didn't want to get any on my socks! Finally relieved, I zipped myself up and went back to the house to make a nice cup of tea!
  17. Since i have been on this forum a long time, but have so far only written some fiction, I thought it was time that i started a thread recounting some of the desperation i have experienced or witnessed (or both). I am not going to do this in any sort of order, either chronologically or other, but just give some of the instances of desperation I have encountered over the (many) years that I have been interested in this. The stories will be mixed from my teen years, college, work and other experiences – but this thread will be for actual experiences or sightings only. Warning for those not into it: there will be some stories including poo desperation, but I will mark those at the top of the post. I´ll start off with a short story that's just a few weeks past when I was meeting my cousin (she´s 22 and in college) for coffee after her classes. I was waiting for her outside the university and since I went to a different one I don´t know that area of town very well. As usually happens, I needed a pee, but not badly enough for me to go off and look for a public bathroom or hunt through the university for one – I do like public desperation after all. Soon my cousin found my cross-legged self and we started moving towards a starbucks (I don´t really like their coffee, but my cousin does – I do like their bathrooms though;) ). As we walked through the city, I noticed that at each stop for a red light or so my cousin for jiggle one leg or the other and slightly angle it towards her other leg to press her tights together subtly. Probably not enough for casual observation of any need to use a toilet – but for me (and most other desp lovers probably!) it pretty much screamed “I need to go!” Needless to say, by the time we reached Starbucks my interest was up and I kept an eye on her movement. Since she is usually very shy about bathroom needs I didn´t expect her to go charging off towards the toilet or say anything overtly. She is petite, with shoulder-length blonde hair, slim and very sporty with great legs. She was wearing tight pants – I was in a skirt. So we got our orders in and both waited cross-legged for them to finish the coffees, then she lead us to a table where, either by design or, more likely, intent we could see the bathroom – unisex and single-stall. Now I wasn´t really desperate or anything, but she clearly was as she immediately grimaced when she saw that there was a girl already waiting for the toilet. When she sat down, she crossed her legs at the ankles and bounced the upper leg quite rapidly, while I just crossed mine casually (sitting down the “casual” female sitting pose with crossed legs helps a lot for me to hold it). We sipped our coffees and talked, while she kept glancing over at the toilet every minute at least, but sadly (for her, not for me;) ) there was a steady stream of customers so that whenever a person went in, somebody else would arrive to wait for them before they came out. I was getting quite a show as she started sliding around in her chair and being more and more obvious, and I expect that as soon as the toilet was ever free she´s immediately bolt – and I also really wanted to see her pee dance, I admit. So when a couple formed another line for the loo, I took my chance, got up and said “I really need to pee, I better go queue before more people join” and joined them. As I thought, she followed right away and we got in line behind the couple (they didn´t show any sign of desperation). I did a kind of low-key pee dance – step from foot to foot and cross my legs from time to time, while keeping a hopefully casual eye on her. She was still angling her legs together to keep them pressed together and was bending her knees quite rapidly, legs close together. She also had her hands in her pockets and looked REALLY uncomfortable – she is one of those girls that avoid standing in line if possible at all just because it shows everybody that you have to go (I hate those people:p). As the other people were very quick, I only had maybe 3-4 minutes of watching her dance around, but that was quite a cute sight! When I was about to go in I smiled and asked her if she needed to go first, and she blushed bright red and said “yes i´m dying for the bathroom” and went in to do a very quick and forceful pee. After I´d gone too, I asked her why she´d gotten so desperate and she admitted that she hated going in the university toilets and held it on purpose. That was one of the very few times I´ve ever seen this cousin needing the toilet – she usually plans ahead and goes at every opportunity, because as mentioned she hates admitting or showing her need. I hope you enjoyed reading the story, and I hope to post more in this thread! Comments or questions are of course always welcome and I´m always happy to chat to other desperation/bathroom line loversJ Hugs, Mely
  18. There was a time when I could enjoy a really full bladder, sometimes for hours. These days I'm let down by the desperate need to wee (ultra-powerful urge) before losing control. Between urges, I'm aware my bladder is nothing like full (probably about a quarter full actually) but nature won't let me hold more. It's taken much of the excitement and fun out of my pastime. Does anyone find they are afflicted with this malady? I would welcome suggestions, but I know, and have tried, all the advice about 'retraining' an over-active bladder but sadly nothing works for me, yet I'm willing to tray any unusual methods, if you have any. A close fried suggested I buy a new bladder - on eBay? Well I would but I'm told they are tricky things to fit
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    “Can I go potty please” pleading in discomfort over his knee. Bad girls get their bottoms spanked, you may go when we are finished! She would do anything to get out of her punishment, suffering under the barrage of swats on the seat of her cotton panties. Scolding as he holds her firmly across his knee, her ripe cheeks are flushed red as she whimpers. Threatening to bare her bottom if she doesn't submit for his discipline, she groans as the swats continue to fall. Rubbing her sore bottom, spanking her most sensitive areas until she finally loses control. A dark stain appears between her legs, soaking her panties and dripping onto his jeans as she wets herself. Demanding that she hold it, he knew she would lose control and be humiliated, a perfect excuse for more spanking and scolding. I have a few more if any one is interested, enoy

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  20. Like any needing to pee or desperation from any of the women in the show?
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    "I won't have an accident~! Girls that can't use the toilet" is a game produced by Circle WC and its demo version has already been posted in the site before, and now the complete version is available here. The game is about two high school (?) girls who break into their school at night; to be fair I couldn't really get a glimpse on the game as my laptop doesn't read the game as it should (all text is replaced by random symbols and characters, and if I change the Region to Japanese it doesn't even open the game anymore, if anyone has a solution I'd be really thankful), but it's a quest game in which you have to search for clues in every floor in order to advance to the next ones. The main challenge is that the girls get frightened by different situations and when they get too scared, they wet themselves. To fix this, you have access to a relaxing tea with the side-effect of increasing their need to use the toilet. Find all the clues without getting the girls too scared and reach the fourth floor by working sepparately on each of them, but also watch out for the needing to pee meter. Ultimately, if anyone needs a guide or walkthrough for the game I can be of help. EDIT: Thanks to users Dav10 and FlowerFlour for finding out how to solve the weird text/game not working issue: change the game folder name to anything in English and then retry opening the game.

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  22. I found a Youtube channel with two videos. One seems to be a desperation video with no wetting, while the other is a video where she pees in a container (with a title that sounds like it was put through Google Translate).
  23. Just find a video where girl wets her white panties standing in the bathtub while friend of her's is filming her. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph59203fc692d67
  24. Does anybody have all of the true desperation videos? I've been looking for them forever, especially 10 and 11.
  25. male

    An Attack on Titan fic I wrote quite a while ago and posted to FF.net. Thought I'd share it here as well. Hope everyone enjoys! *** Armin absolutely, positively, could not hold it anymore. His bladder was beyond full, stretched out and causing his lower abdomen to bloat horribly against his belt and making his shirt feel uncomfortably tight. He was fidgeting in his seat, rubbing his thighs together and clutching the edge of the bench tightly with his fingers. He tapped his feet occasionally, trying not to make too much noise against the wooden floor of the wagon. The wagon that was bumping and lurching along, sending jolts of agony through the overfull organ in his pelvis. Armin had been holding it for hours, feeling a slight urge at the beginning of the expedition but ignoring it until he had an opportune chance to go relieve himself. But sitting in the back of a wagon with injured comrades, speeding back to Headquarters, was not an opportune time. Armin crossed his legs and leaned back just slightly, trying to alleviate some of the pressure and looking around in an effort to distract himself. The wagon wasn’t quite full, so there was enough room for everyone inside to spread out. Eren was resting on the floor in the middle, unconscious and covered with a cloak, Mikasa sitting beside him and watching him anxiously. Jean was sitting on a bench across from Armin, holding his left arm that had been sliced deeply with debris against his right shoulder, keeping it elevated to try and slow the bleeding. Conny was passed out against Sasha in the back, a cut on his forehead and deep bruising from a blow to the head. Sasha herself had only a few minor cuts and bruises. Only Mikasa and Armin were uninjured, Mikasa refusing to leave Eren’s side and Armin deciding it would be slightly more comfortable in the back of the wagon than bouncing around on the back of his horse. The wagon hit a large bump suddenly, which jostled everyone. Jean cursed as his head hit the wooden frame holding up the wagon’s cover. Armin bit down on his lip as his bladder spasmed violently, muffling a whine of desperation. He uncrossed his legs, leaning forward and rubbing his thighs together, blushing in embarrassment. Armin figured by now that everyone in the wagon who was conscious could guess what was going on. He had given up on being discreet about it not long before, focusing instead on trying not to wet his pants. Armin squirmed in his seat at another throb, painfully aware of the fact that Jean was watching him. “Er…Armin?” Jean asked, watching the small blonde squirming. “Y-yeah?” Armin kept his gaze focused on his knees, too embarrassed to look at Jean. “Are you…alright?” “I’m fine, Jean.” Armin said quickly, struggling to sit still. He wanted so badly to ask to stop, just for five minutes, but Commander Erwin had made it clear that they wouldn’t be stopping for anything on the way back. And Armin was not going to whine and complain about his bladder of all things when there were others who were injured. But oh, did it hurt. His bladder was so full it felt like the organ was going to rupture, spilling its hot contents into the rest of his insides. Armin knew this was nearly impossible, of course, and that he’d wet himself long before that happened, but the agonizing fullness was clouding his judgement and making it hard to think straight. He felt sick to his stomach and was breathing shallowly, feeling like there was no more room in his abdomen and that even taking too large of a breath would cause his bladder to release. “Do you know how long it’ll be before we get back?” Sasha asked. Mikasa shifted so she could peek through the small opening in the wagons cover. “Looks like about an hour before we even get to the wall.” Mikasa said, moving to sit back down. Armin tried not to groan in frustration as he leaned his head back, fighting tears. If it’d take an hour to even get to the wall it’d be even longer before they’d be back at headquarters. He felt like he wouldn’t even be able to make it another few minutes, let alone a couple of hours. But he was determined to not give up. He was not going to pee himself. That would be weak and pathetic if he couldn’t even hold his bladder. So Armin straightened his posture slightly and kept his thighs squeezed tightly together, wondering if he should undo his belt to give his bladder more room. He felt embarrassed to do it, but at the same time it was quite obvious what was wrong with him. Armin squirmed again in his seat, the straps on his thighs catching against each other, and tapped his foot rapidly. He watched the unlit lantern hanging from the roof of the wagon swing around, trying to distract himself. He managed to distract himself for a few minutes, until the wagon hit another bump. This one was big enough to knock several bags of supplies down from their hooks, one of them hitting Armin right in the stomach. He cried out in agony and hunched forward, pushing the bag off and jamming his hands between his thighs when several spurts of hot liquid leaked out. Jean swore loudly as he was thrown forward out of his seat, and Mikasa held onto Eren to keep him from sliding around. “Armin?” Mikasa sounded anxious. Armin moaned loudly, squirming and struggling to hold back what felt like liters of urine inside him. A few more drops dampened his underwear before he could regain control of himself, gripping the edge of the seat again and clenching his thighs together. “I’m fine.” Armin said quickly, feeling hot tears well up in his eyes. I can’t hold it. I’m going to wet myself. Everyone will laugh… He bit his lip as a tear rolled down his cheek, his breathing quick and shallow and hitching occasionally with small sobs. “Armin…” Mikasa sighed. “Just let go. You’re hurting yourself.” “No…” Armin groaned, squirming. “N-not…not in my pants…” “You could just pee off the side of the wagon.” Jean suggested, getting back into his seat. Armin blushed, mortified at the idea. “N-no…someone would see…!” Armin said, his voice squeaking with anxiety. Jean leaned over, pulling the cloth cover up a bit to look out. “There isn’t really anyone over here, Armin. I seriously doubt anyone would notice.” Jean said. Armin shook his head, going redder. “I-I can’t.” He bit his lip. “I can wait.” Jean looked at him doubtfully. “You look like you’re gonna piss yourself.” Jean said, his tone blunt. “Yeah, and it really isn’t healthy to keep holding it like that.” Sasha added. Armin shook his head again, fighting tears. He really could not keep holding it, but his only options at the moment were far too embarrassing to even consider. And besides that, he was so bladder-shy he doubted he’d even be able to go in front of everyone. “I can wait.” Armin muttered, squirming. He took as deep of a breath as he dared, trying to calm himself, and sat up straighter again. He crossed his legs tightly and clenched his sphincter muscles, trying to minimize his squirming so he wouldn’t jostle his bladder around so much. He tilted his hips forward just slightly, trying to give his bladder as much room as possible, and kept his breathing even and slow. Armin’s new bladder holding techniques seemed to help for a little while, even allowing him to relax a bit, until a sideways jolt sent shockwaves through his swollen bladder. He gasped, leaking a bit, and doubled over. His belly was so distended the shift in position forced open a couple of his shirt buttons, and he shivered as a cool breeze hit his stomach that was damp with sweat. Armin squirmed, struggling to stop the leak. He felt like he might completely lose control, but remembering that he was in a wagon with other people caused his muscles to completely freeze up. His underwear was quite damp now, and Armin hoped he hadn’t leaked through to his pants. “Armin…” Jean was staring at him. “Holy shit, your stomach…” Armin glanced down in confusion, and immediately felt even sicker. His bladder was so horrifically swollen it was pushing his stomach out of his shirt, still filling and with no relief in sight. His half-innie naval looked like it was poking out slightly more than usual, and his whole belly was damp with sweat. He was trembling, shaking with the effort of trying to contain his bladder and feeling his muscles begin to weaken as he neared the end of his battle. Armin began tearing up again, knowing that all of his effort had only prolonged the inevitable. He was ready to just give in and face the humiliation of sitting in soaked pants for the rest of the ride back, ready to feel the intense relief he had been desperately needing for hours now. A long spurt of urine crept its way out, soaking through to his pants. He was already crying, tears rolling down his cheeks as his muscles fought to let go and end his misery already. “Armin, wait.” Mikasa was on her feet and in front of him in an instant. Armin looked at her and clenched his muscles, startled. “I…I can’t…” Armin whimpered and squirmed. “I can’t hold it…” He finally admitted. “Then come on. Go off the side. No one will see.” Mikasa took hold of his upper arms, trying to pull him to his feet. Armin obliged, doubling over and losing another leak as gravity pulled his bladder downward. Panicking, he unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants, crossing his legs while standing to avoid soaking his pants. He allowed Mikasa to guide him to the side of the wagon, whimpering and struggling with every fiber of his being to not just let go right where he was. “No one will see?” Armin whispered, squirming and beginning to panic again at the thought of exposing himself and urinating right in front of his comrades. “No.” Mikasa pulled the cloth cover of the wagon up a little bit and dropped Armin’s cloak over his head, effectively blinding him. “Now just scoot forward and go.” Armin shuffled forward, watching his feet and watching the opening on the side of the wagon. He could see well enough if he was looking down, so he could aim, but couldn’t see anyone around him. His bladder was throbbing, positively screaming with fullness. Another second’s delay or bump would cause him to completely lose control. Armin quickly unzipped his pants and fumbled with his belts briefly before pulling himself free of the damp fabric of his underwear and relaxing, finally, finally letting out the urine he had been holding for so long. His bladder continued to throb when he let go, trying to empty its contents as fast as possible. Armin moaned at the euphoric feeling of relief when his bladder began shrinking down to its normally size, his eyes watering again. It went on for what felt like several minutes, his stream beginning to slow when his bladder was about half empty before tapering off to slower dribbles. The relief was so intense Armin felt light-headed and weak, like he might fall over. The last few drops made their way out, and he sighed in relief. He fixed his pants and stepped back, feeling exhausted. “Finished?” Mikasa asked. Armin nodded wordlessly and pulled the cloak off of his head, feeling dazed as Mikasa guided him back to his seat. “I bet you feel a lot better.” Jean said. Armin made a noise of agreement in the back of his throat and moved to the floor, laying down under the bench he had previously occupied. He was absolutely drained, too relieved and exhausted to even feel any embarrassment over what had just happened. “Are you okay?” Sasha asked, watching him curl up on the floor. “I’m tired.” Armin murmured. “Take a nap.” Mikasa said, tossing him Jean’s cloak. “We’ll wake you when we get back.” Armin nodded and bunched Jean’s cloak up under his head, then covered himself with his own cloak. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in seconds.