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  1. Desperation and wetting View File 20 minutes of holding followed by me soaking my jeans. Submitter AlphaShepard Submitted 04/24/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Jeans  
  2. today at the office, I decided to hold all the piss in, while still drinking one large glass of water every 1 h. if the pressure gets too strong, I just go to the toilet and relieve a little bit, without fully undressing. I wear some dark pants so nobody will notice (altough the smell does get through a bit). Currently it's 19:30, and I am still holding, and drinking some more beer. The pictures show my "progress" - enjoy 🙂 Currently I'm at 9/10 again, bladder bulge clearly visible... 15.00 at the office - 4 out of 10 - relieving some pressure: 16.00 at the office - 5 out of 10: 16.00 at the office - stuffing it all back in so nobody notices 17.00 leaving office - 6 out of 10 - relieving some more pressure: 18.00 at the shopping centre - 7.5 out of 10 (had a beer in between) 18.00 at the shopping centre - 7.5 out of 10 - piss flows out 18.30 at the pub - 8.5 out of 10 - clearly visible patch, while having another beer 19.15 - finally home - 9 out of 10
  3. This started off as a little request for a friend and kind of spiralled into this. If ya'll like it I might continue it! ---- The great Ember stirred from her sleep... she had been lying within the mountain cave for some two thousand years, dreaming and peaceful. Though, the last few centuries had been somewhat turbulent, with occasional squirming and moaning, that eventually became constant, and an endless sea of vivid, erotic dreams. In her mind she was teased and pleasured by a dozen lovers, and never allowed to reach her climax. Her pent up arousal had built up as the magma beneath the earth would before a volcano erupts. In a similar fashion, the many dozens of lakes she had consumed before her long rest had now filtered into her gargantuan bladder, forming a bulge in her lower stomach the size of a large swimming pool, and with ten times the volume of liquids compressed within; yellow, steaming and frothing angrily for release. Amongst the sexual frustration of her long dreams had come splashes of bathroom urgency, she dreamed of the sea coming to destroy the world, and only she could save it by consuming every last drop. She dreamt that the sea was angry, taking the form of a beautiful water nymph contained inside her cavernous fluid tankard, and that she was violently pummelling her pussy for escape from piss prison. Her crotch was the size of house, and it throbbed with need throughout this all, clenching rhythmically in her sleep, pulsing in time with her heart. It was near her time to awaken... Finally, when the time had come for this curvaceous creature to wake, her massive thighs came together to squeeze her lower muscles, she shivered in urgency to create her yellow lake, and to settle the tightly wound heat within her. When her eyes opened, Ember took in her surroundings, the same old cave she’d rested in all those millennia ago. It was home, deep within a mountainside, and she felt refreshed from the rest. One mighty claw moved to her dragoness womanhood, teasing the slick, puffy lips with her fingers and cooing softly at the sensations of pleasure that tingled up her wide hips, her truly vast rear end wiggling her thick tail. An oozing trickle of her liquid lust made her inner thighs sticky, and she grunted, tensing her face, when a sharp pulse of piss need shook her bladder walls.The hot contents of her cavernous container were threatening to spew forth, spraying haphazardly around and flooding her lair. Ember held it in, corking herself with her will. She rolled, gently onto her back, and brought her over palm down to massage the firm swell of her lower stomach; her distended bladder. She could feel it quivering beneath her touch like a frightened deer, but she attempted to sooth it, shushing it and its protests for relief. “Soon...” she breathed, her voice heavy and soft; husky and dripping with arousal. There was a giant lake right outside her cave, it had served as her bathroom for eons; a river flowed down into it and another out of it again, meaning the water was constantly filtered and made fresh. Often she used it to bathe, but those rare times when she required a piss it would take but a few months for the urine to have filtered out completely. Given that she often felt no urge at all until at least a hundred years after her last release, this was plenty of time for it to make itself useful as her personal toilet. With the knowledge that relief was close at hand, she had nothing to fear, so decided to enjoy her incredible fullness a while longer. Perhaps using it to bring about the climax she craved almost as dearly as the enormous leak wanted to be taken. The palm on her bladder pressed down firmly, causing her to grunt heavily and whine to herself, her pussy ached and spasmed with desire, hungry for her huge fingers. She gave them to her. Though they were clawed, she had long-since filed them down, not requiring them for defence any longer now that the ancient ages had passed and no creature alive existed to threaten her. The huge fingers reached deep within the clenching caverns of her vagina, her lower palm now grinding against her stiffened clitoris and moist labia. Ember found the rock hard pressing of her bladder inside herself and began to grind her fingers against it, sending shivers of desperation down her spine. Her hind legs rose up as she felt the orgasm that was several millennia overdue building at last. Her truly huge, jiggling ass cheeks were on display, and her rear end wobbled as her tail bounced gently beneath it. She wanted it to last, but the pleasure of her urine crushing down on her g-spot was enough to make her scream; it was all she could do to avoid cumming instantly when her fingers had entered. So, as she continued to crush her boiling ocean from within, massage her sparking clit, and mash her palm against her engorged lower lips, Ember knew that the inevitable would soon come at last. She gasped loudly, a booming noise, and then began to grunt, buck her hips and cry out. Smoke puffed from her snout as the brimstone within her boiled as hot as her piss. Her moans were so loud that the whole mountain shook. It was just as the beautiful beast was on the verge of an earth shattering climax, that she heard the screams. Freezing in place, Ember’s impeccable hearing perked up, and the sound of distressed humans was obvious. Frowning, having not recalled any human settlements near her when she’d slept; she cursed herself for not checking. Her bladder took this moment to demand release, and she cringed, withdrawing her fingers and using them to plug up her puckered piss hole, which itself was the size of a house. The ancient dragoness clenched with all her limitless might, and struggled to rise to her feet, spreading her aching wings and attempting to make her way out of the cave, only lead to a powerful slosh as her ocean of urine shifted inside her. The mass of hot, angrily boiling piss was vast, even for someone of her size. She whined softly, her face flushed, as the pressure of her bladder only intensified her arousal, and yet more of her juices made her plump thighs all sticky. The pressure of her bladder was significantly worse now, especially when combined with the how tortuously close she’d come to fulfilling her most animalistic of needs. Ember finally made her way out of her cave, the morning air making her shiver, and her muscles tremble. Casting her gorgeous, orange eyes down, she was stunned and frozen in shock. Where before had been her personal lake for relief and refreshment, there was now dry land, and a large, bustling village of humans. They had heard her moans as roars, and the shaking mountain was seen as evidence of her fury. Their legends had long told of a terrible dragon that would bring forth a steaming, burning, yellow blaze of destruction, and they believed their time had come. Ember had no way to communicate with these people, so she decided only to leave, to fly away to some new place with a new ocean, far from people. Somewhere she could live in peace, pleasure herself, and water the flowers in privacy. Her wings were curled up from her rest, cramped and asleep, but she gently forced them to open, stretching wide on her hind legs briefly. All of this caused her a cacophony of sloshing, splashing sound; it felt if a tsunami had struck her insides, and in truth it had. Ember, wings outstretched, froze in place and closed her eyes, a grunt echoing loudly across the valley. Her teeth bared and clenched, her thighs shook and caused tremors to disturb the mountain once more, and the cries of the humans increased. She must have been about to unleash the awful burning heat that would destroy their homes and lives, surely! Unbeknownst to them, Ember was using all her mighty muscles to avoid this. Oh, how badly she wanted to piss now! How much the pressure was causing her loins to burn with desire! How she wanted to just lift one of her mighty, meaty hind legs and let rip a thunderous waterfall of hot piss right now; like the world's largest dog in the world's hottest heat. She wanted to piss her mind away, and then grind her aching pussy on the mountain’s surface until she came as hard as anything had cum before. Calling out and spraying her fluids of pleasure and pressure far and wide. Yet she knew that a good, and proud Dragoness, would never piss where men might see, where anyone might see. She would fly to the oceans, to the most isolated parts of the world and only then would she release herself. The journey would take some days, but she could hold it. A dragon can hold her piss forever if need be, and Ember was the strongest dragon of them all. Only, now she didn’t feel like a dragon; she felt like a puppy, a bursting bitch clawing at the door to be let out, to find a nearby tree a-and... no. She was strong. She would not piss, not yet. A dragon never pisses. As she repeated this and similar mantras in her mind, she spread her wings and, with a hefty swoosh, took to the air. Deep within, her bladder sloshed with a noise like thunder, and the people cried and held their loved ones close. Ember paid them no mind, and hurried away from the city, out beyond them and into the distance. She was a swift flyer, even with all this extra weight to keep her from her usual altitude, yet it mattered not. Settling in for the short, few-day-flight to relief, she forced her mind to leave her bladder for now. Not entirely successfully, as her horny brain kept reminding her how full she was, even fuller than typically after such a sleep, and how erotic the stretching feeling was. With every stroke of her wings, the fluids inside her swirled up and down, crashing into the top and bottom of her absurdly wide bladder walls, bulging either her stomach slightly further outwards, or making contact with the rest of her internals and squishing them for extra space. Ember’s payload was truly gargantuan, and she couldn’t help leaking frequent quantities of natural lubrication down onto the hills and valleys bellow her. What didn’t help at all were the rains that soon started. Gentle enough at first, then high powered winds that smashed against her and slowed her forward progress. The clouds grew heavy and grey with moisture, and when they could hold it no longer it was unleashed on the countryside. Each tiny droplet was like a stinging spark of electricity to Ember, shooting through her body and focusing in on the mass of conductive, pent up piddle inside her abdomen. She squirmed in the air, slowing her flight even more and causing her to drop down lower from the clouds and their terrible, gushing sounds. Though it wasn’t easy, Ember managed to adjust to this noise, letting the pitter-patter of raindrops become like background static. The feeling of the droplets on her scales was harder to ignore, or picture as anything but what it was, yet she managed to settle the revolting of her bladder by again maintaining her mantra, this time cooing it to herself as if it were a prayer. “Dragons don’t piss. Dragons never piss. I do not need to piss. I could hold forever if I wanted. I can wait as long as it takes. Dragons don’t piss.” This worked for a time. After about five miles of distance, she came across a huge body of water within a stone structure. Ember now realised how her relief had gone away; the humans had constructed an impressive dam to hold the water at bay and open the lands up for settling. Despite the inconvenience this had caused her by delaying her comfort, she found herself impressed by the little creatures. They always found new ways to make use of the lands, and bring Mother Nature to heel. Ember was reflected on how alike the structure was her own privates now; a solid wall that valiantly held back the will of nature and of water, containing thousands of gallons of furious water. One of her many dreams returned to her, that of the terrible water Nymph she had drank and held prisoner. Her wings shuddered with the rest of her. The dam had almost passed her by, when her enhanced vision spotted something alarming. There was a crack, a crack forming in the stone. One here, another elsewhere, and at once they were all about! Ember stopped where she was, keeping herself in the air, and brought her front legs to her mouth in a gasp. The dam was shuddering under the weight of something, but what? The rain! Realisation came as strong as and as forceful as the waves did to the walls of the human creation. The torrential rainfall had caused a build up in the water, and perhaps caused by some random strike of lightning, or a rouge gust of wind, a terrible series of waves had formed inside the contained lake. The battering of these waves had not been planned for by whoever built this dam, and it was coming crumbling down. It was with horror that Ember realised the people of the town would literally be washed away by this flood; their doom! It was her duty as a greater being, an older being, to prevent this. In searching her mind, she closed her eyes and groaned, heavily, inwardly, as she realised the only thing she could do to save them. It was going to be painful, but she must. Ember would have to drink it all. Just as the benevolent beast had mentally prepared herself for this task, the dam suddenly burst! The water sent the stone wall exploding in all directions, crumbling it to dust beneath its force and flooding down the valleys, heading directly for the village as her personal lake once had. Ember wasted no time, closing her mind and her nerves to the pain in her bladder from the sound, the sight, and now the sudden movement; she soared through the air at top speed to catch the flood. It took about two miles for her to catch up, and by then the village was in sight! The people who had been celebrating the falseness of their prophesied demise, and the departure of the dragon, were suddenly thrown into hysteria again as they saw both her, and the waves, approaching. By now, Ember was ahead of the water, and had only to find some way to direct it into her jaws. She got ahead of it and landed only a mile from the people, her back to them, facing the hurtling, exponentially accelerating water. Her brow lowered, her eyes narrowed, and with a mighty deep breath she unleashed a great wave of fire which reduced the hills either side of her to molten lava. Once done, her wings spread out and cupped this magma, unharmed by its heat, then shifted the masses into a sort of funnel shape, directing all the water towards her face. Finally, she took a deep breath, blowing the rock until it started to harden once more. She opened her jaws as wide as she could and prepared herself, her stomach, and her poor bladder for the impact. --- That's all for now, let me know what you think and it may continue! Also, while you're here, you can check out some similar little ideas on my forum thread: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/47053-tiny-stories-and-poems-of-desperation/ Thanks for reading! ❤️
  4. This is a continuation of my first story in the Eaks Universe. If you haven't read that, you can still read this as a standalone - but reading in order might be more enjoyable ... Episode-1: PrologueJordan wasn't one of those men who avoided "the dirty public loos", or thought men's needs are somehow "indecorous" - he would gladly relieve himself given a chance. But days like today, Jordan was grateful for his large bladder. While most of his friends had spend half the day waiting in line for the measly few porta potties, he had happily explored the festival along with his best friend, Kyle, and his girlfriend, Di. Di had made frequent runs to the urinals, waltzing in and out of the privacy barriers, no waiting involved. But him and Kyle had waited as long as they could before taking a pee break.Though they had guzzled beer from 9am, they waited as long as they possibly could to break the seal. Jordan was almost pissing himself when they joined the bathroom queue at 2pm. When he finally reached the coveted blue box, he couldn't even wait to lock the door, fumbling with unlacing the tight underwear, finally freeing his poor aching penis. He had been much more circumspect next time, joining the queue before he became utterly desperate. He had taken a hard long piss at 3:30pm, just on the cusp of desperation, his body very grateful to flush out the hours worth of beers. Pee Breaks are a delicate balancing act - if a man went to pee everytime he needed to, he would spend the entire festival in the bathroom queue. If he didn't though, well, let's say not all men left the bathroom lines dry. That balancing act meant at 5pm, he was sipping on a lager and resisting the urge to join the bathroom queue again. The festival closed at 5:30pm - he wanted to piss right before leaving if he could. A 3hr journey on a coach without a restroom would be hell anyway, but it would be worse if he didn't pee right before leaving. But before they could finish their lager, the girls had come around to collect everyone. "Time to leave folks! This festival will be over soon, and if we don't leave now, we'll be stuck forever in the parking lot. Come on y'all, no dilly dallying now. Drink up, drink up fast". He had obediently downed his lager and shuffled his feet, wondering how to bring up a quick rest stop. He didn't want to talk to the girls about it, but Jadon knew waiting 3 hours in his inebriated state would be nigh on impossible. He was about to whisper his needs to Di, when he noticed all but one porta potty had a cleaning sign on, and the one functional one had a long line of men waiting. It would take at least half an hour to get anywhere. The girls would surely complain bitterly if they were made to wait that long. And all the other boys had gone around half an hour ago, only him and Kyle stupidly deciding to spend more time chatting and drinking than waiting in the queue. Damn. And Kyle wasn't making any moves to ask for a rest stop - he didn't even look like he needed to. Holding up the whole bus, for his own need? Not cool.As they neared the parking lot, all the women made their way to the nearby urinals "for a final piss". No one asked any of the men if they needed to relieve themselves before boarding. Jadon cursed the organizers for putting up only a measly few porta potties - there were urinals everywhere! Couldn't they have replaced a few with potties? Ugh! No use getting worked up. Whoever said it's a fair world? He'll just have to trust his bladder and wait. As the men boarded the bus, Jadon resigned himself to a long, uncomfortable journey. Sorry about this being so short! I am having a lot of trouble writing the next 'episode' (because I am trying to write one where Di teases Jadon about his desperation - and that's very outside my comfort zone). May be having the first episode out will be extra motivation! * Fingers crossed *
  5. I've recently started work on my first job. In order to get to my office (or back to my home), I have to travel about 2 hours by public transport. I usually use the bathroom before leaving the office, to avoid unwanted desperation on the way. However, today I didn't (on purpose). I had two cups of coffee and two cups of tea at lunch, together with half a litre of water. I took my last bathroom break at 14:30, and left the office at 16:45 (having started early today). When leaving the office, I filled up my bottle of water again, already feeling a slight need to pee. A short walk and a bus ride later (bumpy, but nothing too bad) I quickly hurried to my train. My train left the station at 17:15, and by that time I was finishing up the first half of my water bottle. Halfway the ride I still felt fine, with only a slight need to use the restroom, so I drank the rest of my water bottle. I had to change trains about 30 minutes later, and by this time I was starting to feel desperate to go to the bathroom - normally I would have disrupted my commute, searched for a bathroom and resumed my journey after peeing - but not today of course. Instead, I bought a bottle of Ice Tea Green, and drank it on my next train (a ride of 30 minutes). In case you want to picture this in your head, it might be nice to know what I'm wearing at this point in the story. I'm wearing a light pink blouse, with a dark grey woollen skirt and nude pantyhose. Underneath that, I'm wearing a black body, bra and panties (very boring, all the same colour). I'm wearing white suede shoes which (and I want to stress this) I do not want to get wet or dirty because they are a nightmare to clean! I'm accompanied by my grey and black backpack, which houses empty lunchboxes, and my office supplies and laptop/charger. Once I got off the second train (it was almost 19:00 by this time), I started cycling home. I took a quick detour past the grocery store, to buy some things I had forgotten yesterday. When I entered the grocery store, I noticed my desperation getting really worse, as if the water and Iced Tea I had consumed on the way were storming my bladder all of a sudden. I pressed my legs together while looking at the display, but I stayed strong. I jumped back on my bike, and made it home. During the bike ride I was feeling the "waves" of desperation hit my bladder, but the position and angle on my bike made it easier to hold it in. When I stood still, waiting for other traffic, was when it really became difficult. At about 19:10 I made it home. I had a sudden wave of desperation hit me as I was stepping into the house (the famous 'key in the lock'-effect? or whatever it is cold), and I had to press my legs together to hold it. I quickly took off my shoes, and put my dinner in the microwave. I eyed the toilet, but decided to hold on longer (because: why not?). While my dinner was warming up, I put away my groceries, dancing between the different kitchen cupboards in desperation. I ate my food while standing in the kitchen, sometimes physically holding myself to help with the desperation. While eating dinner, I drank another bottle of water, but slowly since the desperation seemed to increase with every sip of (fridge) cold water I was drinking - I blame some kind of mental effect. It's about 20 minutes since finishing my dinner, and I still haven't used the restroom yet. Instead, I'm sitting behind my desk in my home office, wiggling in my office chair in an attempt to make it easier to be desperate and type at the same time, with yet another full bottle of water next to me. I made it home, but let's see how the night is going to end...
  6. So this is an idea I had a while ago, and after some thought I’ve decided it could make a good story. While it is mostly fictional, it does adapt some real life people, locations, and events, but not to the extent where I could say it is based off of one. Also, sorry for not posting, I keep forgotting. A bunch of stuff has happened irl, including the breaking of both my monitor, my desk, my chair, and my leg. (Well actually I suspect it’s just dislocated, but my dad thinks it’s broken. I refuse to go to A&E after last time however, so I’ll be having my Nan who’s a doctor have a look at it before I decide if it’s worth going to the doctors over.) Intro I looked up at my friend, Karen, feeling a combination of terror, panic and anger. My carefully laid plans were collapsing around me. I’d been planning this holiday for ages, and as always, I’ve done considerable research and knew exactly what I thought we’d be doing: My family own a share in a villa, and I’d got permission from them for my friend to join us this year. I don’t always go with my family these days, but I’d decided to this time, and I thought it might be nice to bring a friend along for once. Strangely enough, they had accepted, despite them usually being very overprotective of me and not liking me interacting with people they don’t closely know, but maybe this was because they missed having me round for the holidays. I’d worked out that me and Karen could take an early flight, and then my family could come out later. I personally like early flights for whatever reason, but my family hate getting up early, and would rather fly in the afternoon. I didn’t mind however as I thought it’d give me and Karen a chance to have lunch while we waited and I could show her round some of the places near the airport. I’d even planned for a couple of hours of delay, as airports have ruined more of my plans than anything else by delaying flights. BUT OF COURSE THE AIRLINE HAD TO THROW A SPANNER IN THE WORKS The airline cancelled my family’s flight. The one thing I hadn’t planned for. Of course. And to add insult to injury, they wouldn’t own up immediately either; me and Karen waited in Faro airport for a good 4 hours before we recieved a text from my mum saying they’d just been told their flight wasn’t just delayed, it was cancelled. And worse than that, the flights for the rest of the week were fully booked. “This is the problem with flying in August!” I thought to myself, wishing my mum didn’t insist on traveling in the height of summer... End of Intro
  7. And here we are, witnessing a new game that we're putting a lot of heart and effort in. Started around July 20th or so on my own, and a couple of people tagged in to discuss ideas and make the game's CG art. The game includes a peeing/desperation system simliar to those of Hare Ame, Mojique, Aquarius and other games alike. So far, the game doesn't include any pictures yet other than a few character faces (not for the main characters yet, though the artist is already working on them and has finished some as for this very moment; same goes for some of the CG art/pictures to be placed in the important scenes that we're not going to reveal one by one, but once everything is ready to a solid point then the game will be updated). Have to mention that this game is both an RPG and a sort-of Visual Novel, including quite a few dialogue and action cutscenes. The battle style is your usual RPG Maker-like: held between turns and following basic RPG rules; moreover, there are a couple of special features to be taken into account that are explained ingame to add in a different taste to players. So far, the game should have about one or two hours of playtime (depending on how meticulous you are about leveling up and how you manage the special scenes) but it introduces you into the very basics of the game. So far the desperation system is not yet activated, as the playable content right now is just the introductory scenes of two of the main characters. At any rate, this thread will be the tracking wall for the game and every matter regarding it will be commented here by the developing team. Also, please feel free to comment about anything you find in the game, be it bugs, spelling/syntax errors or other casualities. Also, if you liked the game be sure to leave your feedback! Side notes: After CG images are added, the game will stay encrypted to prevent teptation to spoil the players the Game's CG, yet if you're curious about it, feel free to decrypt it to check them out. Just keep in mind that surprise is always better What's posted so far is just the shell of the game. The desperation system is already made, but it won't be active until later on. Please look forward for it! In addition to all this, please be sure to post your opinions and any comment regarding the game you feel pertinent. Also, if you have any suggestions or any scenes you'd like to see in the game, be sure to let us know; ideas are always welcome. RTP is included in the game download, so there's no need to download it if you don't have it (I think, someone correct me if this isn't true). Download link in omorashi.org: https://omorashi.org/files/file/3685-the-twelve-fanatics/
  8. jzap23

    Omo Rpgs

    So what are some of your guys favorite omo rpgs?? Other than of course Mojikue...are there any other rpg out there with good desperation and artwork?
  9. Isn’t it strange how we are all innately shy about asking to use someone else’s bathroom? I mean we all know they have one, we all need to go regularly yet there seems to be some social taboo about asking to use someone’s smallest room for what is a necessary daily function. On the other hand that creates a few scenarios that lovers of desperation, like us, can enjoy. It also means that I fondly remember each and every time anyone has asked to use my bathroom. Here are a few of those events: My church friend. Elizabeth was a regular at my house. By regular I mean every two or three days. She wasn't working and was lonely and rather much the clingy kind of person who comes a little too often and stays longer than you might prefer. Even so it was still rare for her to ask to use the bathroom and she did live just five minutes walk away so I guess there was never really a need. She was, however, comfortable enough to regularly put the kettle on and help herself to biscuits! One afternoon though I was busy doing housework in my kitchen when I heard the doorbell. I wasn’t expecting anyone and I was sure for once it would not be Elizabeth as she was a single parent of two young kids and school was due out in about 15 minutes. I made my way through the kitchen, through the living room and out to the front door. The set up of that house was rather unusual in that the only bathroom was downstairs and right opposite the front door! As I had been washing floors etc the door was wide open to allow the floor to dry. I opened the door to find Elizabeth standing there with one hand frantic between her legs, jumping up and down, bent over, jiggling about from one foot to the other and generally looking like she had not used a bathroom in so long she was about to flood my front garden and porch! I had never in my life seen her in such a state. Despite it being absolutely obvious what she may be wanting by calling at my door I acted shocked and ignorant as she continued to try and stay calm and tell me what she wanted. She danced frantically about with one hand between her legs, quickly followed by both hands there as she said she had been visiting a friend at hospital then had to get a bus back and she had been on the bus almost half an hour so bursting for the toilet and that she was running late to pick her kids up but she was passing my house and just absolutely, urgently, so desperately HAD to find a bathroom as she needed to pee so so bad it was dribbling down her legs! Of course I stood to the side and watched as she hobbled into the toilet that she had been facing all that time and I just stood there listening as she kicked the door shut and peed for over two minutes! Of course when she came out I offered to run her in my car to get her kids as they were only 5 and 8 and I was concerned about them getting out of school with no-one there for them! She came out so relieved yet so embarrassed looking and from then on she came to visit a little less often. The salesman This was in the same house. It was number 113 and was the very last house in the street. Behind the house was a huge grass area that lead to another housing estate and there were pathways leading in several directions. While it may have been the last house in the street it was a semi-detached house on a corner with a crescent running along perpendicular to the main one we were on. The main road was at the opposite end of the street so any salesmen, postmen, or delivery drivers etc always started at the main road entrance and worked their way into the scheme. After my house you had a dead end so you would have to do an about turn to head out again. I loved the quietness of that end of the scheme and it meant I had the biggest front corner garden with a huge front drive compared to everyone else. Anyway, as I said, anyone targeting the houses for sales or religion or so forth would have been doing so for several hours before they got to my house. One evening I was sitting watching TV in my lounge when I could see two people walking down my drive. It was still just daylight and I was home alone. I was not concerned at all about opening the door back then so when the bell rang I got up and went to open the door. I knew they were salespeople of some sort but I didn’t like to be rude and guessed they had been out for a while by this time of night so at least decided I should hear them out. They had a well rehearsed speech going on between them both and what seemed like a genuine rapport. What I did notice right away though was that one of them, a young man in his twenties with neatly trimmed hair, smart suit trousers, a shirt, tie and company issue waistcoat on, seemed very distracted. He was looking around the back of my house, looking at a tree beside my porch lots and shifting about from foot to foot. I wondered if he perhaps had a rather full bladder but I was soon to find out for definite. The two of them continued on with their well worn sales pitch but this one gent was seemingly struggling more and more. He was stepping on and off my small porch like some sort of rhythmic dance and then pausing to cross his legs then start the up and down the step routine again. He then leaned on my porch and tapped his foot rhythmically up and down, all the time spouting out about double glazing or roofs or whatever he was trying to sell me. Finally after about 15 minutes their pitch came to an end and they asked if I had considered whatever it was blah blah and would I like a quote for this or that. To be honest I was far too transfixed by mr handsome who was making me very horny with his desperation dance on my doorstep and the only thing I wanted to do was delay them to see what might happen next! I am sure the site of my bathroom door opposite with the obvious door sign saying ‘bathroom’ was taunting him even more too. I couldn’t resist saying I HAD been considering those new windows, or whatever and they really were making me think that my current set up was long due a rethink. I never buy from sales people at my door but there was no harm in chatting to them just a little longer now was there? I was so turned on now. My nipples were hard and erect, my pussy lips were swollen and moist and my body was so responsive. The man in front of me was dying for a pee, he was handsome, same age as me approximately and driving me wild. Of course I knew there was only so long they would stay and then they began their closure of taking my details, address and so on. My porch had a small wall to lean on so the bursting boy was trying to write my details down leaning on this tiled area. By now he was really struggling and as he leaned slightly forwards and down he slid one hand in front of his trousers in hope the porch wall would hide him and he was clearly holding himself as he jigged and bounced his legs. His colleague was asking me the relevant questions as desperate salesboy tried holding back his bladder and writing simultaneously. I smiled as his colleague asked if he was ok. A fool could see he was on the verge of peeing himself at a young ladies doorstep while working but the desperate man just moaned back which sent shivers through me. Finally the standing still man asked his utterly desperate friend if there was any questions he had forgotten to ask me to which suddenly the young man turned and faced me, pen and paper abandoned on my tiled porch, both his hands clutching his penis for dear life, bend over and with tears behind his eyes, he looked right into my eyes and asked so politely ‘Could I possibly use your bathroom madam?’ I smiled, looked deep into his eyes and winked at him. ‘Of course, be my guest.’ And I pointed to the door in front. Now to say that man peed would be an understatement indeed! I heard every millilitre come out and the sigh of relief he expressed too. I was almost having an orgasm in my pants! He came out and thanked me and they went on their way. As they walked down my drive I heard bursting boy telling his mate how he had never had to piss like that in his life and that he had started going while writing my details down. I locked the door, drew my living room curtains and masterbated immediately lying on my couch replaying what I had just seen. I never did buy what they were selling but they are welcome back at my door anytime!
  10. I had quite an eventful morning, and I figured I would share it here with you guys too! I had been working on art late last night and with the warm weather we've had in the UK this weekend, I was drinking lots of cold drinks with ice. Towards the end of my evening I must have had about four bottles of water/juice and with tiredness setting in, I headed straight to bed. I'd usually go for a pee before bed, but I was far too tired to even consider going. Stirring from my slumber I felt the familiar panging of my bladder telling me it needed me to get up to relieve myself. Figuring it could wait a few minutes I rolled over to grab my phone and check up on a few things... after checking emails I popped into my Discord server that has a quiet little channel for Omorashi chat/discussion. I responded to some nice feedback I got on some art I'd been working on, and the lovely @Max Capacity seemingly knows me very well... and knew I'd woken up desperate. After some flirtatious chatting for about twenty minutes, I had become so needy for the bathroom that I was curling my toes and clenching my thighs together in bed. Max had told me the toilet was off-limits, for drinking so much last night and having assumed that I could freely use the bathroom in the morning. Deciding to play along, and with a slowly growing audience within the server, I questioned what other options I had, if the bathroom were off limits. Max had previously suggested I wear my infamous grey leggings (the ones I wore in the video I posted on here a while back!) so I decided to go hunt them down in the depths of my wardrobe. This was the first mistake. As I rolled over and stood up I felt the heavy waves of an impending watery fate crash against the insides of my bladder. I was absolutely full to the brim and could feel everything. It took me a few seconds to gain my composure, knowing I was limited on time I rushed over and slung open my wardrobe doors, searching for the grey leggings I knew they would be on a shelf near the bottom. Squatting down was my second mistake. Another wave of urgency hit me, but this time it was much more dire as I felt the twinging of my desperate body holding in what it possibly could. I rushed to get the leggings on as I then checked the server chat, stood in the bathroom as I could feel my demise starting to leak out of me. At this stage, a few others had joined in, and requested I do some poses in said leggings, with proof of course. I was requested to take photos standing, legs apart, legs bent and crossed. At this stage I couldn't hold back the sighing and slight panting and just about managed to lean forward and take a picture, legs squeezed shut to prevent the leaking that I felt was starting to dribble out of me. Grasping my top I tried to distract myself from the spurting sensations coming from between my legs. Once I felt myself reach far beyond my limit I chose to disobey the orders I'd been given for the poses and jump into the shower. Audibly moaning at this point I grabbed my phone and tried to take some shots as I finally let loose the torrent of piss that had been stretching my bladder beyond it's limits! It's been quite a while since I'd done a hold of sorts, so the sensation of finally unleashing the seemingly endless stream was almost as good as the feeling of the piss running down my legs, warming them as they created an almost steaming pool around my feet. When I had finished I meekly went to let my awaiting audience know the results of my predicament, before throwing off my baggy shirt and enjoying a few moments in a post-piss afterglow, before turning the shower on to wash away the sizeable puddle of evidence I'd left at the bottom of my en-suite's shower. ~
  11. Biku

    Biku animation

    I did a short animation. I don't think I'll do these often, especially with color. Anyways, enjoy! pee_Trim.mp4
  12. Jailor Eckman

    female Request 010

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Sheets of rain cascade down her car windows as she fails to stop another squirt of scalding-hot piss from running through her fingers and absorbing into her car's upholstery. She's screaming and crying, refusing to give fate what it wants. The empty Mega 68oz taunts her nearly as much as the rain: it's the perfect traffic-jam urinal. But she could never use it with all these other cars around... A continuation of On the Way... as requested by @Ridge. It's a bit further than I usually like to go, but hey~ different strokes for different folks!
  13. MKFan200

    MMD A Bad Day of Drinking

    Version 1.0.0

    520 downloads

    Finally...I managed to finally see an animation finished. I apologize to those have been waiting for awhile. During the last part of the year, I ended up going on Orlando Florida for a vacation, which sent me back. And then immediately after I got back, work got in the way, which then followed by taking a course to do the CCNA. That was probably one of the most intensive courses I ever did in awhile, which ultimately prevented me from working on anymore animations. Thankfully, I finished it with a C, and now had a long enough break to work on the animation. And now...I present you with the work I have done. This video is long!!! It's over 20 minutes in length! It got really out of hand quick with everything I wanted to do. I honestly need to start putting filters and start holding myself back when I do these animations because I see I'll want to do everything...an intro, a reason it leads up to the omorashi, the omorashi, and ton of Gmod humor. In addition, MikuMikuDance has limitations as I am now finding out. It takes too much time to animate at some point. I'm hoping people will be satisfied with this animation for the time being while I rest up. I want to start getting out some smaller ones before getting ready to work on Lord Bardak's; since that one is probably going to be of a similar length. Pee effect by E教授 Truck by Brigade Mascot Miku Emiya House by 向け配布モデル Squid Sister by しばいぬ Beer can by BHZS Skydome by hiro K2 G-Shader by Lower belly P Toon Shaders by 下っ腹P

    Free

  14. AlphaShepard

    Desperation and wetting

    Version 1.0.0

    441 downloads

    20 minutes of holding followed by me soaking my jeans.

    Free

  15. I’m starting up a brand new art request thread! You can request some sort of desperation again, but now you have more options! First, the limitations. I’m not a furry and I can still draw that kind of stuff if you want it, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll do a good job. You should probably find someone more qualified. I’m also only into female desperation, so if you want male, you should probably find someone who’s into that. If you’re into male furry desperation then I can’t help you at all. One other thing, I do not draw underage girls, or lolis or whatever, but my cartoon-y style looks pretty cute anyway so there’s no need to request something like that. Now you don’t have to answer any of these, they’re completely optional. It would help me and I’m sure it would help you, but if you don’t care then I’ll decide for you. You can pick a style for me to draw it in! The more realistic style takes a little longer, but time shouldn’t really be an issue. You can choose to have color and shading! If you want it to be black and white, or just color, or just lines, then you can ask for that! You can also choose to go lineless! This also takes longer, and if you choose realistic and lineless I will hate you, but you totally can! (I do not recommend pairing lineless with just lines, as those will cancel out and you will receive a blank drawing) I can also do different types of shading! Cel Shading, smooth shading, and rough shading. Choose which one you’d prefer (unless you don’t want shading) Some people are especially kinky and like exaggerated bladder bulges. If you’re into that, then I’ll exaggerate it! I’m into it too! (The example isn’t nearly as exaggerated as I can go) I’m not great at them, but I can include “accessories” like X-rays, bladder meters, diagrams, and anything else you can think of. Those are your options, so if you like what you see, then request something! I’ll draw it, eventually.
  16. Jimmy Olsen

    malefemale Blame It on the Rain

    A Vocaloid fanfic featuring Hatsune Miku and Fujita Mikuo Mikuo was driving his date Miku home from the Cherry Blossom Festival when the unpredictable spring weather struck. Rain suddenly poured down, without letting any drizzle or grey clouds warn the people beforehand. The visibility was so poor that Mikuo was afraid of crashing the car. They were at the outskirts of town at the time, and he found an empty lot to pull into to wait out the storm. The landscape had transformed in mere moments. The sky was almost white. The trees were flailing. Rain poured off the roofs of buildings in sheets. Lakes formed on the cement. Rivers ran across the grass. A sound like a shower turned to full blast competed with the noise of raindrops incessantly pounding the car, and the low howl of the wind could be heard in the background. The situation was very bad for Mikuo. He was already nervous just because he was on a real date with a real live girl, which hadn’t happened many times in his life. He had a touch of claustrophobia, and being confined to a small vehicle assailed by an unremitting torrent made him uneasy. He also had another, more serious cause for alarm, and it was nothing he could admit to his date. He’d needed to go to the bathroom for some time. The need had been uncomfortable, but manageable. He figured he'd drop off his date and head home to his toilet and there'd be no problem. Now it felt like an emergency. The sights and sounds of the downpour seemed to send his system into overdrive, greatly increasing the pain in his bladder and the urgency in his mind. He didn't know how long they'd be stranded here. His holding might fail before he made it to a bathroom. That would cause severe damage to his self esteem, to his nascent romance with Miku, and to the driver's seat's upholstery. He locked eyes with the girl sitting calmly in the passenger’s seat. She was dressed in a lovely pastel ensemble that perfectly complemented her teal hair. Somehow she looked even more gorgeous in the strange light of the storm. Her lively blue-green eyes seemed to glow and twinkle in the dim, ever-shifting illumination. He couldn't look into the face of someone so perfect and say, “I’m about to pee my pants.” Instead he said the first thing that came to mind that wasn’t about romance or urination. “If you don’t like the weather around here, just wait a little while and it’ll change,” he quipped with a chuckle. Then he wanted to bite his knuckle in remorseful embarrassment because that was such a corny thing to say. Miku looked out through the passenger’s window and waxed poetic. “Rain never seemed so powerful before. It’s like a malevolent living force keeping us cocooned inside our safe little shell. We’re totally isolated. I always pictured a summer night and a scenic overlook for my first back seat action with a boy, but this is romantic in its own way.” The nervous young man had been slouching in his seat, trying to make himself relax, but now he sat bolt upright. “Why do you think there’s going to be back seat action!?” he asked in annoyed disbelief. “Because the front seats have this big inconvenient console between them,” the twin-tailed girl replied. Mikuo was almost speechless. “What!? Why!? No!” Miku giggled. “There’s no sense in playing innocent. I can tell when a boy’s planning to make a move.” “How many boys have put moves on you?” “One, if I count you and your inevitable move.” Now Mikuo was completely speechless. “When a boy pulls the car off the road, it’s not hard to tell what he has in mind.” “That wasn’t my choice! It was the rain!” “You don’t need to make up excuses.” “I’m not!” “Look how nervous you are. You’ve been fidgeting ever since you parked the car.” What she said was true, but this wasn't the fidgeting of a lovestruck man too shy to steal a kiss from his inamorata. It was more like the fidgeting of a little boy too shy to ask the teacher for a restroom pass. Of course Mikuo couldn’t say this to Miku, and so he had no explanation for his agitation. “I don’t have any ulterior motive for parking,” he insisted. “You don’t need to worry.” “I’m not worried,” Miku said with a wink. Mikuo decided it was pointless to argue, so he changed his approach. “Let’s just sit here and talk, okay?” “Okay, we’ll talk,” Miku said, then added, “until you work up the courage to make your move.” Neither teen knew what they should talk about at this juncture, and so an awkward silence followed. Mikuo didn’t want to make eye contact with the flirtatious girl, and didn’t want to look at the water outside, so he found himself staring at the ceiling of the car. Miku looked out the windshield. Soon she grew tired of the silence and started talking about the first thing that came to mind: rain. “This is the roughest rainstorm I’ve ever been in. I know we get a couple of these every spring, but I’ve never seen one so intense. It’s hitting the car like bullets. Tiny, wet bullets exploding into liquid when they hit their target.” Miku’s gift for words was now a curse upon Mikuo’s bladder. Hearing these vivid descriptions of the liquid outside made it impossible for him to ignore the liquid inside. He found himself crossing his legs. Miku noticed this immediately, and eyed him suspiciously. He quickly uncrossed them. She resumed musing on the weather. “Look at the windows. It’s like a million little rivers and creeks and streams running and converging and diverging and cascading down the glass into the puddles.” The boy could feel himself losing his hold. His hands moved to grab his crotch, but he stopped them before he embarrassed himself. Miku remained oblivious to his plight. “And look at the pavement. It’s like an ocean. A rough sea gushing and sloshing in the wind, fed by millions of raindrops.” He pressed his legs together as tightly as he could without making a scene. “I’m sure glad we’re safe and dry in here. One minute outside and we’d be wet as mudpuppies!” “Can you please talk about something else!?” Mikuo finally snapped. “I’m sorry,” Miku said. Her pouty pink lips and puppy dog eyes made Mikuo want to reach over and comfort her with a hug, but those motions could wreak havoc on the delicate balance of his bladder. Instead he gave her a light pat on the shoulder. “No, I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. I just feel a little scared, trapped inside this car in this awful storm.” “There's no need to be scared,” Miku said in a soft and gentle voice. “I’m here with you.” She leaned her body against Mikuo’s, making him blush, but the trouble was just beginning. Getting close to the boy required her to scoot across the central console and swing her legs around to the driver’s side, which was where she ran into trouble. The hem of her skirt got caught on the gearshift, and so the closer she moved to Mikuo the more leg she showed. Neither teen noticed this at first. Her attention was focused on him, and his attention was focused on preventing an accident. “You’re so tense,” she softly chided. “You should loosen up.” “That’s dangerous!” he said, knowing full well that loosening up would get them both wet. “There’s no need to inhibit yourself so much. Let it all out!” He tensed up at those words. Letting it all out was exactly what he didn’t want to do. “I’ll stop you gently if you start going too far,” she added. “I keep telling you…” he began, but stopped abruptly. He noticed an excess of skin in his peripheral vision, and did a double take. Something unfortunate had happened to his date’s skirt. He could now see the entirety of her carnation pink stocking and a little bit of her powder blue panties, not to mention the naked thigh in between. The shock made his lungs suddenly take in a big gasp and his urethra suddenly let out a little spurt. Mikuo’s reaction alerted Miku to the skirt crisis, but she was amused rather than mortified. “See?” she said with a giggle. “This is why the back seat’s better for canoodling.” Mikuo stopped his leak and tried to stop his panic. With his eyes averted from the girl’s unmentionables, he stole a glance at his own area. His charcoal slacks had acquired a tiny wet spot, but he didn’t think his date would notice. “I’ll look away while you...arrange yourself,” he told her. The next thing he knew, Miku’s skirt was back where it should be, but her bottom was parked where it shouldn’t be: directly on his bladder bulge. “How’s this arrangement?” asked the girl in his lap. In a sudden burst of strength that surprised even him, Mikuo picked Miku up, lifted her over the console, and set her down in the passenger’s seat. The endeavor was not without its consequences. A warm rivulet started trickling down Mikuo’s right leg. When he sat back in the driver’s seat and crossed his legs, he felt a spurt on his left leg and a growing damp spot in the seat of his pants. He saw only one option. He lunged for the door handle and launched himself outside. The door swung shut behind him, protecting the interior from the rain. He stumbled, then stood up straight with his legs apart, and let the urine flow. Blood-hot liquid soaked his crotch, pooled in his underwear, and ran down both his legs until it mingled with the rainwater to make his soggy socks lukewarm. He moaned with pleasure as the pain in his bladder subsided. The relief was so great he barely cared that he was getting drenched. It felt good to have his face pelted with cool water after burning up with embarrassment in the stuffy car. Of course, this was nothing compared to the feeling of release. He didn’t know if Miku could tell what he was doing. He didn’t know how he was going to explain himself. All he knew was that the misery was finally over. After what felt like a long while, Mikuo’s bladder was completely empty. In a swift motion, he opened the car door, fell into the seat, and slammed it shut. He noticed the drops of urine he’d left inside the car, and made sure they disappeared in the rainwater he brought in. He sat there silently for a moment, wondering if his date had noticed the clues of his accident, and afraid that anything he said could reveal his guilt. “Feel better?” she asked with a smile. “Yes,” the blushing boy meekly croaked. “I can’t believe you just…” Miku began before her speech deteriorated into uncontrollable giggling. All Mikuo could do was turn redder. “Wait’l I tell Luka about my date,” Miku said when she finally got over the giggles. “She won’t believe I made a boy so hot he needed a cold shower.”
  17. I woke up groggily next to my lover, who was still fast asleep. My curly black hair was knotted and the only article of clothing I had on was a white T-shirt. My bottom half was completely exposed under the covers. I hadn’t planned on getting fucked, so I had a embarrassingly unkept bush. I didn’t remember much from the night before on account of the amount of drinks I had. Just one of the many side effects I felt from having too much fun, along with a splitting headache and a bursting bladder. Oh, fuck, I thought, as my immense need to urinate truly set in. It seemed like an entire gallon of hot piss was bulging out of my belly, pulsing torturously. I tried crawling out of bed as silently as I could, but I still woke him up. “Where you goin’?” he mumbled, eyes half closed. ”Bathroom,” I replied, stepping in place as I searched for my pants. ”—Time izzit?” ”Half past nine.” He jumped up, startled. “Don’t go out there!” He whispered. ”Why?” I asked pleadingly, desperately fidgeting and squeezing myself. The huge amount of alcohol I had drank was stretching my bladder far more than I was comfortable with. ”I told you last night you had to be out of here by seven. If my parents see you here, I’m dead.” ”Shit. I’m sorry, I don’t even remember that. I can be quiet, I just really have to piss.” ”No! You’re climbing out the window. Don’t pass my parents bedroom.” ”Nathan, it’s seriously an emergency. I can’t wait—“ ”My parents can’t see you! Go!” I pulled on my underwear and jeans, but I didn’t button them. “I can be quick, I just have to go so badly—“ ”No! You can’t go anywhere in my house. My parents room is right down the hall. You have to get out now! I’ll call you.” I knew he wouldn’t. I buttoned my jeans painfully over my bulging tummy and climbed out of the window. With both hands desperately grabbing at my crotch, I snuck out of his yard to the safety of the road. I had no idea where I was. I danced in place as I sent for an Uber, but my phone died as it was going through. ”Fuck!” I cursed. I stood there looking around and squirming for a minute before I cut my losses and went back to his window, which I quietly knocked on sheepishly. He looked at me incredulously. ”What the fuck?” He mouthed. ”Open it!” I whispered, unable to make it any less obvious that I was about to piss my pants. He opened it. “What do you want?” ”I don’t know where I am or how to get home. My phones dead.” He sighed. “Get in. Be absolutely silent! Ill let you charge your phone here, but you have to be ready to hide if my parents come in.” ”Thanks so much,” I said, climbing back in. I grimaced as my bladder continued to complain. “Dude, I seriously gotta piss though,” I told him as I plugged my phone in. ”I told you you can’t leave this room.” I unbuttoned my jeans. “You don’t have, like, a cup or something in here that I can use?” ”Nasty ass.” ”I’m really not kidding,” I told him, doubling over and pushing my fingers into my privates. “You have no idea how bad I need to use the bathroom.” ”I don’t care.” “Fucking jesus...” I choked while on the verge on tears, gripping myself with all my strength as I spurted into my underwear. My urethra stung as I cut off the short-lived stream. “You’re really gonna piss yourself if you don’t go soon?” He asked. I nodded. Nathan sighed and got up. “I’ll get you a cup, but you’re taking it with you, alright?” “Thank you so much,” I said, still doubled over. He left, leaving me alone in his room cradling my burning bladder. I felt like I could explode at any moment. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway, but I knew it was too early to be Nathan. I scrambled under the bed and held my breath, cringing as my bloated belly was squished against the hardwood floor. The person opened the door, but didn’t come in. “What are you doing, Dad?” I heard Nathan say. “I could have sworn I heard a woman’s voice,” was the reply. “I was watching something on my phone.” I rolled onto my side so my piss bulge wouldn’t be crushed any longer. It continued agonizingly throb. I started leaking again, and my hands shot in between my legs to stem the flow. My bladder was screaming. I heard the footsteps recede back down the hallway, then his bedroom door close. “Where are you?” he whispered. I climbed out from under the bed, doubled over and nearly crying. One hand was squeezing my crotch while one hand was reaching with shaky hands for the small styrofoam 7/11 cup he’d retrieved for me. “You have to be silent when you do this,” he said, pulling the cup away. “I will, just please let me pee,” I begged, already pulling my pants down. As soon as he handed me the cup, I squatted over it and exploded. Urine loudly hissed out of me and splattered into the cup, filling it quicker than I thought. I bit my lip to keep from moaning from the pleasure. Nathan hit me on the shoulder and stared daggers at me, putting his finger to his mouth and telling me to be quiet. I couldn’t. If only he knew how good it felt to finally release all that pent up liquid at that moment. I looked back down and saw that the cup was alarmingly full, almost overflowing. I immediately stemmed the flow, my urethra badly stinging. I winced and squeezed my girlhood, drops of pee making my palm wet. “There, you pissed,” he whispered, “now get out! Hurry!” “I’m not done!” I pleaded, squirming desperately, but he ushered me toward the window with my pants still around my knees. I dumped the urine out of the open window. “Nathan, I still really have to go.” “Take the cup and go outside!” “I can’t go outside!” “You’re going to have to!” I yanked my pants up. He handed me my phone, which was now at 3%, and rushed me out the window. I knew I couldn’t go outside, so I didn’t even take the cup with me. There was nowhere I could go for privacy. I was less desperate than I was before, but I still really had to go. I snuck out of his yard and sent for an Uber. That time it went through. I waited for nearly fifteen minutes, marching, holding myself, jumping around, doubling over, and crossing my legs. I did basically anything you could imagine to keep the ocean of pee inside me. When the Uber came driving down the road, I was twisted up like a pretzel, bobbing up and down. I was fidgeting for the whole drive to my house, scooting back and forth when it became particularly bad. I arrived at my house, leapt out of the car, and ran up to the front door, which was locked. I jogged in place as I searched my pants for the key. I had my phone, my wallet, a couple of loose pennies... No key. I had lost my house key. I checked under the mat, on the windowsills, and every possible crevice on the porch to no avail. My parents were on vacation and wouldn’t be getting home for another few days. With both hands pressed firmly between my legs, I ran around to the backyard and checked the door. Also locked. I was getting about as desperate as I was when I was in Nathan’s room. I unbuttoned my pants as my belly started to bulge and press against the waistband again. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, which was now at 1%, and called my friend Julia. She didn’t answer at first. “Hello?” “Julia!” I exclaimed, wiggling around, “what are you doing?” “Nothin’. Watchin, TV.” “I really need you to come pick me up.” “Are you alright?” “I’m fine, I just—“ I doubled over more, squeezing myself harder, “I’m locked out of my house and I really need to pee.” She laughed. “Are you serious?” “Julia, please, I’m about to burst!” “Alright, jeez. I’m on my way.” At that moment, my phone died and I was left alone with my screaming bladder once again. I ran back to the front porch so I’d see Julia pull up. There, I hopped around and squirmed, ready to cry. I was definitely at the level I was at Nathan’s, if not worse. My bloated belly pulsed constantly and agonizingly. I continued to jump and march around, even though every step felt like daggers in my tummy. I just couldn’t stand still at all. I sat down on the armrest of a chair, grinding into my crotch in an attempt at some sort of relief. I let out a strong spurt into my underwear, wincing at the pain of holding. I stuck both of my hands into my pants, gripping my pussy with all of my strength. I spurted again directly into my hands, gritting my teeth and tensing my entire lower half. “Fuckkk...” I groaned miserably, getting back on my feet and waddling to the door. I tried the knob again in vain, stepping pathetically in place as my howling, overfilled bladder begged to be emptied. I started leaking again, but this time I couldn’t stop it. I dropped to a squatting position, holding myself as hard as I could. It went on for a long time, too, far longer than I wanted. I thought my body was going to completely empty itself, but I fought it every second it was happening, no matter how painful. Enough urine to drench my butt and my thighs escaped me before I was able to stop. My entire body was shaking by the time I did. Although I wasn’t as desperate as before, I was still filled to the brim with liquid that wanted out. For a minute, I sat there as still as I could, holding myself. I pushed myself back up when I heard a car coming down the street. To my luck, it was Julia. Noting my drenched pants, I waddled as fast as I could and poked my head in te window, squirming and dancing around. “I leaked,” I said, “a lot...” “I see that,” Julia giggles. She took an old shirt off the car floor and put it on the passenger seat. I climbed in, my thighs sticky and my bladder bursting. “How did you manage to get locked out?” She asked, laughing. “Can we please get to your house?” I pleaded, “I’m about to explode!” “Alright, jeez!” I squirmed and fidgeted the entire way there, trying to keep the fact that I was leaking every few seconds from Julia, who found the whole situation hilarious. She kept hitting her breaks and lurching me forward, which was immensely torturous. “Pleeease stop,” I begged, half-laughing and half-sobbing. Julia just giggled. All of the liquid pent up inside of me sloshed around with every bump. By the time we arrived at her house, I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried to climb out of the car, but I immediately started leaking the moment I put weight on my feet. “What are you waiting for?” Julia asked. “I don’t think I can stand up,” I replied. I felt my ears burning red. “Is it actually that bad?” She wasn’t laughing as much anymore. I didn’t say anything back. I sat there tensed up, squeezing my girlhood and waiting for the wave to pass, but it didn’t. It lingered in my aching, throbbing tummy. “I don’t think I’ve ever had to pee this bad before,” I muttered. All I could think about was how much my bladder was stretching past its limit. “I mean,” Julia said, “you’re already wet. You might as well just... you know.” I looked up at her. “What?” “Pee yourself.” “Nuh-uh,” I grumbled, pushing my shaky fingers harder into my crotch. “It’s one thing to lose control, but it’s another thing to just wet myself voluntarily like a three year old.” “You’re pushing yourself unnecessarily. The damage is already done. I mean, you’re dripping all over my car as we speak!” I snickered. I felt my abdomen cramp as I did so, but it made me feel a little better. “My parents aren’t home,” she continued, “you could just stand up and let go. I’ll lend you more clothes, and you could shower here.” I sighed a quick and shuddery sigh as my bladder contracted, my bloated belly aching with the pain of a gallon of hot piss inside me. I was bulging out so much I couldn’t believe it. The pee that had already managed to escape was sticking my pants to my body. To be honest, I just wanted it to be over. I stood up. Almost immediately, I started leaking. My body instinctively tensed up, weakening the stream, before I told it to embrace my fate. I let go. Fully and completely. A strong, hissing stream of piss shot out of my, utterly drenching my pants and cascading down my legs. I gasped with the pleasure of it. Darkness quickly seeped down to my ankles and a golden river was making its way into the grass. I put some pressure on my belly, pushing my pee out even quicker. My bulge was deflating like a balloon. I moaned a little and bit my lip, feeling an oddly sexual sensation accompany my relief. This went on for a long time, longer than I cared to count. As it trickled to an end, I noticed Julia waiting awkwardly, looking around at the sky a bit red in the face. “Feel better?” she asked. I nodded, laughing. “I’ve never pissed so much in my life,” I said, looking at my dripping pants. My relief began to turn to shame. “Oh my god, I wet myself,” I mumbled, burying my face in my hands. “Don’t worry about it. Come on, let’s get you showered and dressed. I’ll wash your clothes.” “Just throw them away.” She laughed. “Or that.” When I got to her bathroom, I skinned off my soaked pants and pulled off my shirt. I glistened with shining streaks of pee. A slight creak from the door startled me. I spun around and saw Julia. I covered myself with my arms, but not very well. “Sorry. I really need to use the toilet before you get in,” she said, rushing over and undoing her pants. “I’ll be quick. Seeing all that just—“ She paused, and looked at my nervous, shameful face, shivering a bit from the cold. She averted her gaze. “It made me have to go.” She dropped her pants, revealing about as much pubic hair as I have, and sat down on the toilet. Urine began pattering in the porcelain bowl almost immediately, and I heard a small sigh of relief. It was a rather substantial amount of urine, too. That was more than just a reaction from seeing me pee; she must have had to go for a while. I brushed this off, though. I got a towel and covered myself, even though she’d already seen. Julia didn’t seem to pay much attention to our modesty. I suppose it was for good reason. Her stream came to an end. She pulled up her pants and neglected wiping, which I found rather odd. She flushed the toilet and left me to take my shower. Under the water, I emptied the remaining liquid I was holding absentmindedly. It travelled down my leg and into the drain. When I had finished my shower and gotten dressed in Julia’s clothes, which were a bit too small, I joined her on the couch and watched TV. “Thanks, by the way,” I said, embarrassed. “For what?” I blinked. “The ride, the shower, the clothes... And I’m really sorry about... wetting myself. That’s really embarrassing, jesus christ...” “Dude, don’t worry about it.” “I can’t not worry about it! I’m not a kid anymore, I should be able to hold my pee in.” “You have no idea how often that happens to me.” “What... peeing yourself?” “I just hold it without thinking. I don’t even really notice it until I really have to go. If I can’t get to a bathroom in time, well...” She shrugged. “Maybe I’m just weird. I don’t know if this makes me a bad person, but it’s kind of a relief to see it happen to someone else for a change.” I scratched my head, not really knowing how to respond. I had to go pee again. The weird thing about holding so much is that you have to go again a couple times afterward. I didn’t go to the bathroom, though. I held it absentmindedly, watching TV with Julia.
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    A Desperate Camp Out

    Zoe was the most attractive girl at her high school, she was a bit fat but still sexy looking and had very thick legs. Zoe has a dirty secret that she keeps to herself and her friends, she loves omorashi. She loves holding herself when needing to take a pee and pees her panties a lot even know she is 17. Zoe’s kink was created when she held her desperation in while playing tennis and made it to the toilet but had no time to take off her panties so had to wet in it. She loved the feeling of her golden hot pee wetting the fabrics of her panties especially her pink Calvin Klein’s, she would always love to go in it instead of any other ones she owns. Her friends have the same kink that’s why she deeply respects them because they won’t tell people or male friends about Zoe’s dirty secret. Today was a very special day because Zoe is going to take her four friends to go camping tonight. Zoe arrived at school at 9:30 and saw her friend Jasmine looking desperate for the toilet, Zoe quickly parked and rushed over to see if her friend needed help. “Hey Jas are you ok?” Jasmine said this whispering because of the students in public around her “No remember we were going to do the thing today. You know?” Zoe looked down at her and saw that her friend had placed her hands on her skirt, looking like she’s holding her flood gates. The two girls rushed to the girl’s bathroom to do the thing. They took the first stall and Zoe sat on the toilet as her friend started do a dance and moaning softly.She then let go of her mini skirt and started to pee she felt great relief after her desperation ended. Jas stopped and Zoe ran to her car to grab spare jeans for her friend who just wet herself. Zoe came back and started using her phone to distract her from seeing Jas’s hairy pussy. Jas had made her panties too wet to wear under clean jeans. She was done and school would start in an hour so they quickly had to regain their friends and tell them the news. Jane was talking to Diana conveniently just out at the playground just near the toilets. Zoe and Jasmine saw them and talked “How did it go?” Said Jane. “Um, good. She was really desperate and soaked both.” Said Zoe. “Great job girls, can’t wait for this camp out. Let’s be very naughty? Hmm girls?” Said Diana. “Yeah but what happened to Hailee?” Said Jasmine. “Oh Hailee actually soiled herself very bad and she’s probably changing. Said Jane. Hailee came back with these sweatpants on her thick legs, Hailee looks a bit like Zoe but is not related. She looks very attractive but doesn’t have the exact same leg size as the pro wetter Zoe. “Girls I just did the biggest shit in my panties just then. I had to change so bad but it was very sexy.” The bell rang and school started, “Oh I tell you something about the campsite later maybe almost at the end of school.” Said Hailee. To Be Continued...
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  21. These are characters that I’m going to write into many different settings that will change often, but there will be a set storyline that goes through these settings. For example, one story might take place in a high school while another story might take place in a space station, but the characters will stay the same and the plot line will continue through these changes as if in separate universes. The POV will also change depending on the story. There are four current characters that will appear in these stories; Tia, Ayana, Isabelle, and Jacob. More characters may be added at a later date. I’m going to have a short intro to the setting at the beginning of every story. __________________________________ Chapter One This story takes place in the prehistory of a fictional world. It features Tia and Ayana. Tia relieved herself into the soil by the girl’s side of the river. This was where ever woman in the tribe went to empty their bladders. On the other side of the tribe was the men’s side of the river. The two sides eventually converged and the waste flowed downstream, out of sight. When she was finished, she got back to her feet and started on her way to her needlework lesson. As she walked, though, she heard a familiar voice call her name. She spun around and saw her friend Bidzil heading toward her. She beamed with delight. ”Shouldn’t you be hunting?” She asked. ”Not today.” He lifted up his buckskin top and revealed a recent but minor wound to his side. “I was clumsy yesterday, so I got the day free today. What about you?” ”I have needlework,” she said, disappointed. ”Skip it,” he told her, “come spend the day with me.” She hesitated in her answer, but seeing the hopeful look on Bidzil’s face made her agree. This wasn’t the first time she’s skipped her lesson. The first time, she’d been given a switch, but she hadn’t seen Bidzil in a long time. Tia was not skilled at needlework in the slightest, and rather needed the lessons, but she had fun with Bidzil. They fell asleep in a field together. She woke up late the next morning. As the morning sun began glaring her in the face, she leapt up, startled. ”What time is it?” She asked. ”Uh— oh, shit, I should be hunting! I need to get to my father!” Bidzil and Tia ran in separate directions, hoping to avoid the scorn of their parents. She didn’t realize she hadn’t taken her morning pee until she felt it sloshing around inside her. She hadn’t gone for a large portion of yesterday, either. She figured she’d just take a break early in the lesson. Luckily, her sisters had only been working for around ten minutes. Her mother flared at her when she entered. ”Where were you yesterday?” She said in cold seriousness. Her sisters smirked. ”I-I was with Bidzil. I thought I could take the day off, I just-“ ”You won’t be doing that again. I thought we’d handled this.” Tia hung her head. “I’m sorry, mother.” ”Sit down and begin working. Keep an eye on your stitches, I can already see them starting to wander.” Everyone else’s dress was a lot farther along than hers, so she’d need to work extra hard. She felt an annoying throb in her abdomen, but she brushed it off for the moment. She didn’t want to ask right away and seem suspicious. She waited until she couldn’t sit still. ”Mother, may I take a break for a moment?” ”I’m not letting you out of my sight until the lesson is finished,” she replied coldly. ”But- but I really have to relieve myself!” Her sisters giggled. “Once you’ve finished your dress, you may go.” She bit her lip and tried to sit still to no avail. There was never a moment where she wasn’t squirming and fidgeting. An entire night’s worth of urine was pulsing in her tummy. As time dragged on, the urgency of her need only escalated. It was nearly impossible to focus on her dress. Her older sister got up and brought her dress to their mother. “I’m finished,” she declared, beaming with pride. ”It’s beautiful, sweetheart. You may go.” She trotted out happily, giving Tia a smug look on the way out. She was only halfway done! ”Mother, may I please have a break?” She pleaded, wiggling her butt. She only got a stern look in reply. The poor, desperate girl changed her sitting position so that she was digging her heel hard into her crotch, trying to feel some sort of relief. It was beginning to feel painful. Even more time passed and Tia was on the brink of tears. Another one of her sisters got up, presented her finished dress, and was given permission to leave. That left only one sister, Bena, the one who giggled the least. Tia was a bit more open about her desperation in front of her, but she still tried to control herself. All of the pent-up liquid inside her that stretched her bladder taut was beginning to force it’s way out through dribbles and leaks. Her productivity had slowed to a crawl, as did time, it seemed. Liters of urine bulged out of her belly and was constantly and torturously squished by her clothing. A spurt of pee short out of her. She immediately cut it off and winced, holding herself tightly. She looked up to see Bena giving her a sympathetic look, before getting up and presenting her dress to their mother. Once it was just her and her mother, she asked again. ”Mother, please, I’ve never needed to relieve myself this badly!” ”If you’d have just taken your lesson yesterday, you’d be finished by now. You could have played with that boy afterward. How close are you?” ”N-Nearly there,” Tia rocked back and forth with both hands buried in her crotch, waiting for her urethra to stop stinging. Her enormous need to pass water boiled inside her with a vengeance. Every drop she kept inside her body was punishing her for doing so. ”Think of this as your punishment instead of the switch,” her mother said. Tia honestly wasn’t sure if she’d rather have to switch. She was sweating, and nearly crying. Drops of pee travelled down her thighs and heel, which continued to dig into her crotch. She was now in constant agony. After she managed the last few stitches, she threw her needles down with shaky hands. She held up her dress, still sitting with one hand pushed into her lap. ”I’m finished, may I please be excused?” She said, holding back tears. “That’s the shabbiest work you’ve ever done, Tia,” she said. For a moment, Tia thought her mother was going to make her redo it, but after a brief pause she simply said “you may go.” Tia breathed a sigh of immense relief. A momentary lapse in control caused a tear to roll down her cheek and some pee to spurt out of her. She tried to force herself to her feet, but she immediately started leaking. She dropped back to her knees and squeezed her girlhood with all her might. ”I can’t— I can’t stand up!” She cried. There was a pause. “Just run, Tia. Just get to the river.” She did as she was told. There was a small but continuous stream leaking out of her as she ran. She felt the gallons of hot piss sloshing around in her overfilled bladder, which bulged out of her like a bowling ball. Every step was like daggers in her tortured belly. Tears streamed down her face as she ran. The only thing she could think about was emptying the bloated, bursting organ inside her. She turned heads as she ran, but she didn’t care. When Tia got to the river, she didn’t even squat down. She simply yanked her dress up and burst out an explosion of hot, steaming piss. It hissed out of her like a firehose, her stream going a great distance in front of her and pattering loudly into the water. Her bulge was shrinking by the second under her hands, which pressed firmly down on it. She couldn’t help but moan as her head fell back and she closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths. Tia had never felt such bliss spreading throughout here bladder and her pussy. She’d been urinating for a little over a minute before she opened her eyes and saw a girl standing there, watching with wide eyes. Tia gasped and stemmed the stream, both hands going straight to her girlhood. She winced and doubled over, still holding back a huge amount of liquid. Her urethra stung badly. ”No no no!” The mysterious girl said, “dear god, don’t stop! You’re gonna hurt yourself!” ”Why are you watching me like that?” ”I- I just-“ she sighed. “I’ve never seen anyone pee that much. You must have really had to go.” ”I still really have to go,” she replied, turning red in the cheeks. ”Well, keep going. I basically already saw everything.” Tia stepped in place, tightening her fists at her side. “I don’t want you to stare at me like that.” Her muscles were tired of holding. Even though she didn’t have as much urine in her, it was just as hard to keep the remaining liquid inside. “Why were you holding on for so long?” “Why are you so interested?” Tia asked with her hands between her legs. The girl shrugged and laughed. ”Holding your pee is fun.” ”Not really,” she replied incredulously. ”No, seriously. Think about how good it felt to release all that, and how good it’s going to feel when you empty yourself completely.” She put her hand on Tia’s bladder, causing Tia to retract a bit. “There’s still a lot,” she muttered, applying some pressure. Tia winced and pushed her hand away, but the girl was beginning to make sense to her. She wanted nothing more than to release everything. “Just go,” the girl told her. Hesitantly, she hiked her dress up and squatted down. ”Wait,” the girl said, but Tia had already started going. A powerful stream hissed into the soil and died out after about forty seconds. She sighed and rubbed her belly, which was back to its flat and squishy state now that it was empty. The girl giggled. “I was gonna tell you to stand up like before, but that’s fine.” With that, the girl hiked up her skirt and squatted down in the same fashion as Tia did. Urine burst out of her, pattering loudly and puddling at her feet. It was only then Tia had realized that the girl had been uncomfortably doubled over the whole time they were talking, hiding her own desperation. Her stream took almost two minutes to finish. ”It wasn’t as long as yours, but I tried,” she giggled and stood back up. ”Do you do this often?” Tia asked. ”All the time. It feels better as you do it more often.” Tia scratched her head. “What’s your name?” ”Ayana. Yours?” ”Tia.” ”I’ve seen you around sometimes. Listen, if you get what I’m saying, we should talk more, alright?” With that, Ayana sauntered off, leaving Tia with the most bizarre encounter she’d ever had. To be continued...
  22. Kate and Lizzy hadn’t had a day out since they left school, now a year behind. They had always been very close friends but fate wasn’t kind to their bonds from graduation until now. They decided to hang out at a local mall, go eat something, buy stuff, nothing special. This was something they didn’t intend on doing infrequently after all. Kate had her brown hair tied in a ponytail, simple green shirt which maybe was a bit too tight for her breasts, and blue jeans, enveloping a popping behind, with brown shoes. She had changed the open hair she used to wear in high school, she wanted a more adult look. Lizzy looked the same as she did in high school, shoulder length fluffy brown hair, round, pouty face and big brown eyes. A shoulderless orange frilly shirt covering her small bosom, loose to where sometimes you could get a peek of her soft flat belly. She had blue shorts, a bit tight, playing with the shapes of her bubbly behind. They decided that getting some drinks to start would be nice, it would bring a nice chance to chat calmly for a bit. They went to a café nearby. Kate was brought a small coffee and Lizzy got a huge strawberry milkshake. “Don’t you think that might be a bit too much, Lizzy?” Kate said, commenting on the absurd size of Lizzy's drink. “Maybe that might be a bit too much” “But I like strawberry, and besides, I’m not that small, it should be ok”. Kate saw Lizzy happily gulp away the large milkshake while she drank her coffee. “Maybe you should slow down?” Kate suggested, watching her friend grimace. “I can’t help myself, it’s really tasty!” She ignored Kate’s advice and continued to slurp down the remainder of her milkshake with glee. She got a small brain freeze from trying to drink it all in one slurp, but nothing too bad. After finishing their drinks, they walked to the store. Well, Kate walked. Lizzy’s stomach felt like it was full of lead, her feet barely taking off of the ground. “Ugh~~”. “I told you it was too much”, Kate retorted. “But it was tasty. And hey, I’m feeling a bit better now, I might just have to walk it off” Lizzy felt some weight inside her, no longer in her stomach, but lower. Drops falling to her bladder from what was a huge upside down iceberg. But she didn’t figure this out yet, she just dismissed it, it was pretty manageable after all. Kate had tried out a sleeveless blue shirt and a green skirt. Lizzy came out of the dressing room with star shaped glasses, a hat with a feather on the side, a big furcoat swallowing her hands and platform shoes “What are you doing?” Kate asked confused “I don’t get to do this often, I thought this would look nice” Lizzy said while being swallowed by the fashion mass. “Certainly not street nice” Lizzy tried to walk a bit on the store clothes, each step taking a whole second before stumbling over after three of them. After getting the heavy load of clothes back where they should be, Lizzy could feel that the weight inside her was growing slowly, but constantly. She hadn’t fully understood the magnitude of the milkshake she had drank, which was about the size of her head. Under regular circumstances she would begin a trip to the restroom, but she was outside, not in the comfort of her house’s own. She detested public restrooms with a passion. Not only was she disgusted by the idea of her butt entering in contact with a lid soiled by who knows what, but she was too shy to stand the thought of strangers listening to her answering nature’s call. Added to that was the fact that she was with a friend. Kate was a really close friend of hers but she was averse to letting her bodily needs be known by anyone. Toilet breaks were not an option, she’d have to ignore her bladder for as long as Kate was with her. But they just arrived at the shop, and they still had stuff to do after that. Lizzy’s dread of the massive iceberg in her lower stomach melting bit by bit was growing, but there wasn’t much she could do that wouldn’t make her embarrassed. Kate still wanted to try out some stuff. Lizzy already had her fun, she didn’t care much for trying on stuff that long, since she either got to the point or tried out something goofy. Kate on the other hand was a bit of a diva. Each dress, shirt, question of “how does this look?” pelted away at her glacier, filling her more and more. By the ninth outfit she already was grinding on a table every now and then for comfort. She wasn’t used to having this much strain on her tank, so she was trying to find ways to cope with it. “Hey, how about we go somewhere else? Maybe get a sandwich”. Food would be a good excuse to go “wash her hands” as she wanted after all. “I dunno, I’m still full from the coffee. How about we go to the arcade for a bit”. Lizzy wanted to go to Kate and shake her head off. Why now? It’s already lunch time, go get some food. But she still didn’t want to make her needs known, so she agreed. Maybe after this they’d actually go somewhere where they could separate for just that tiny bit. “How about we go to that one?” Kate said as she pointed towards a DDR machine. Lizzy almost had a heart attack on the spot. “How about some fighting game stuff?”. Lizzy had always wiped the floor with Kate at them, they were easy enough for her to play without exerting any unnecessary focus, which she knew she would need in the coming minutes. But Lizzy didn’t take into account that Kate had always liked fighting games even if she sucked at them. Game after game, the mad woman feeding the machine quarters, Lizzy getting weaker and weaker at the legs as time went on. By the end of the twentieth match, Kate got the idea and just gave up trying to defeat Lizzy who was slightly jiggling in place, foot to foot, trying to not betray her needs. “Hey are you ok?” Lizzy was caught off guard by that question, so far having thought Kate had seen through her. “Y-yeah, why do you ask?” Lizzy stumbled a bit in saying. “You look a bit more fidgety than usual” Kate said with a questioning glare. “Oh no, it’s nothing, just me being in game mode. Hey, let’s go get those sandwiches now then” Lizzy tried to not only deviate the subject but still tried to get that opportunity. “Actually, coffee’s getting to me, I have to take a leak” What. This would’ve been a perfect chance for Lizzy to relieve herself if it weren’t for the fact Kate would also be in a toilet nearby. Hearing her. And there was no way she could go quietly, she could feel the huge amount of liquids sloshing inside her. If the gates were to be opened, it would be a gusher, and a loud one. She walked with Kate to the restrooms, Lizzy stayed outside the stalls while Kate entered. This was beginning to feel like torture for Lizzy. Not only could she not release her waters, but she’d hear Kate releasing hers. The mere thought of her figure in the toilet stance was a hit to Lizzy’s endurance. Kate had delayed her needs for already quite a bit, the game session was long after all and the coffee’s effect was strong, so she was happy to see the porcelain in front of her. She got her purse onto the floor, and lowered her pants. exposing her orange and white striped panties. She then pulled her panties down as well and went into the outdoor pissing toilet high squat, as she didn’t want to get her butt and nethers dirty with whatever gunk that lid might’ve touched. The faucet was on, piss merrily falling from her raised slit into the waters below. “Mmm~”. Kate was happy to finally release that coffee she drank that morning, basking on her now empty bladder. And Lizzy had to hear all of this. She was beginning to sweat cold, legs shaking even more. The sounds of relief, relief she was forbidden to partake in by her shame, tormenting her poor piddle tank. Kate then got out of the toilet. “Ahh, that was nice~. Hmm? Hey Lizzy, you sure you don’t want to take a leak?” Lizzy flinched at the mention of the word, as if being punched in the gut. “N-no, I’m fine. Definitely”. Kate’s phone then began to ring, she answered it, Lizzy puzzled by the incomprehensible mumbling coming from the speaker. “Mhmm, yeah gotcha, well, bye”. Kate hung up. “Goddamnit”. “What, what happened” Lizzy asked, concern overwriting her other worries. “Nothing much, it’s just that grandma came home. She’s really old, so I gotta help around the house” Lizzy got visibly sad her time with Kate had to be cut short, but on the other hand, her body was not in a state where she could use that extra time properly. “Hey, let’s walk home, that’ll be fun!” Kate said cheering Lizzy. Back in high school they had many fun conversations walking back home. And besides, that meant that as soon as Kate entered her home, she could quickly get to her home toilet and let her oceans finally run free. But she didn’t take into account the walking. From the arcade to the halls to the outside, just getting out of that mall was a task all in itself, Lizzy summoning all her strength to not grab herself as she so desperately wanted. Anything to help her cope with her swollen tank, her pained, pained tank, tortured by each step, making waves on her inner lakes. It was becoming unbearable, the need was tremendous, to the point where her body was forcing her to clutch herself to keep it together. “Hey, you’re looking weird right now, are you ok?” Kate was beginning to feel concern, Lizzy was sweating rivers, reddened face, trembling, barely able to walk, and now hands gripping on her crotch. “Yes I’m ok, I really am ok” Lizzy was absolutely unable to lie right now, her body betraying her, screaming what she was too ashamed to say. “...You don’t have to pee, don’t you?” Kate said, trying to connect the dots. Lizzy jolted when hearing the question, which led to a chain reaction. A pang. A strong pang. Lizzy contorted herself to try to contain the raging flood knocking on her weakened dam. Kate was staring at Lizzy concerned. The cover was up, and there was nothing that could be done to dissimulate it. That definitely was the posture of someone bursting for a piss. “Oh Kate, I’m gonna explode, I really need to go~” Lizzy stated in a moany fashion, finally being able to verbally convey her agony. “What, why didn’t you go at the mall? Or when I was at the toilet?” Kate asked confused “I, well, didn’t want to, you know, you being there, I sorta, well~…” Lizzy answered trying to explain herself, ashamed of her shame, face red and eyes wide opened. Eyes that Kate could do nothing about. Ever since they met, Lizzy had been a master of puppy eyes, worst part being, she didn’t even make them on purpose, they just were, she could grab anyone’s heartstrings with just her sight. And Kate wasn’t an exception. If anything, she was very vulnerable to them, her heart melting each time. She then got close to her. “Hey, it’s ok, I got you, let’s just get you home and-”. Lizzy interrupted Kate’s sentence with a brisk movement, curling herself inwards “Ah, ahhnn~” Lizzy had to tense her muscles to delay nature’s brutal call. “Kate...I’m not gonna make it home…So full...It hurts…” She said with misty eyes. “Alright, well, um…” Kate was looking on all directions. “Brace yourself” She then grabbed Lizzy’s arm and shoved her into an alley. “That’s the best I can do, suit yourself”. Kate said, proud in her achievement, feeling like a lifesaver rescuing a baby drowning in the open sea. “Kate…” Lizzy then turned back, shocked by the sight of a still Lizzy. “I can’t pull them down...” “What do you mean? Just do it, it’s not like you were born with them” Kate retorted. “If I bend, it’s all gonna come out” Lizzy said, in calm panic, as if bracing herself for a cruel, wet fate. “Don’t think nothing of this”. Kate then crouched to Lizzy’s crotch, hands undoing her button and zipper, Lizzy blushed on top of her already red face at this act. “Wha-what are you doing!?” “It’s either this or pissing yourself”. Kate had to get Lizzy on board on the idea, this was her only salvation after all. “F-Fine, just d-don’t look too much…” Kate lowered her friend's shorts to get her ready. If Lizzy's brown puppy eyes, short fluffy black hair and lithe physique, covered in a shoulderless shirt and now lowered jean shorts hadn't been adorable enough, then now Kate got a faceful of it. A glance at a pair of cotton white panties with star patterns, red, blue and purple, with clearly defined openings for her glistening soft legs. Through the cloth she could see Lizzy's twat twitching vigorously, the last stronghold to contain the furious escape from that prison of a bladder. She blushed. She wanted to hug her friend and pat Lizzy while she sat on her lap. Then Kate felt a tremble and her moans from above her head. "Ahh, Kate, please, I~~AH!" Lizzy's head bolted to the sky, she started shaking, fists and teeth clenched, her thighs vibrating in place and a growing dark spot appearing on her crotch. "KATE HURRY I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE PLEASE TAKE THEM OFF I NEED TO PEE!!!" Kate was brought back from her dazed state by a beet red glance from a very concerned Lizzy, a stare full of panic and embarrassment, modesty completely shoved to the side. Was it embarrassment from being seen in a pair of panties that didn't do her desire to look somewhat mature any favors? The constant leaking going on in her nethers? Or the fact that she was about to do something so unimaginably vulgar in front of her friend? Maybe it was all of them. But Kate couldn't be overwhelmed by Lizzy's glance, hypnotizing, making all the fibers on Kate's body to want to cuddle her and tell her everything will be ok. She had to actually do something for poor Lizzy. So she lowered her moist panties quickly, face to face with Lizzy's trembling, tiny, tucked flower, a small, orderly brown bush on top. Lizzy's legs then collapsed but managed to recompose themselves shortly before a fall, taking the shape of a squat. Lizzy was scared of her situation, usually so shy, now feet away from the streets, panties and nethers fully visible to whomever might come across. But Kate was in the alley. She was ever vigilant. She was safe. She was...finally...safe… She started gushing furiously onto the floor below her, pushing to get it all out as quickly as possible. Her bladder was so pained, she was so tired, she just wanted to let it all out as fast as she could, the powerful feeling of relief leading the waves out stronger and stronger. "Aaaaaaaaaah~" Lizzy couldn't help but moan. She only had the slightest control over her legs, feeble, shaking, pillars. Every other inch of her body belonged to something else now. The pushing now felt as if it was on autopilot, and the other muscles were completely limp, their weight having to pile on her legs. Her eyes and mouth wide open with panic, a big, dumb smile, and then eyes closed and lips forming the letter o. Kate stared at every single second of it. She knew Lizzy wouldn't be too fond of that. But the ecstatic cherub next to her was magnetic, her twists and turns, eyes wide open and forcefully shot, her oohs and aaahs. Kate couldn't look anywhere else even if she wanted to, Lizzy's desires be damned. The stream finally came to a close, Kate being slightly saddened but briefly cheered up by what were the softest buns she had ever seen. She knew people sometimes referred to butts as pillow like but now she certainly saw that as a possibility. Lizzy went a bit deeper into the alley, tripping a bit on the way, to adjust her slightly wet panties, letting them envelop her bum. She lifted her shorts and buckled them. She stared at Kate's opposite direction for a bit then she reluctantly turned to her. She couldn't stare at that wall forever, despite her desire for it. She turned back to Kate, choking back, looking at her. “I’m sorry, don’t think bad of me for this, I don’t want to stop hanging out with you...” Kate then tightly hugged her. “Hey I wouldn’t ditch you for something so dumb, this stuff happens” Lizzy answered with a tighter hug, impossibly strong for such a small girl. “Ugh~~Hey, how about we do this tomorrow same time?~~”. “T-this!?” “I mean hang out.” “Oh. Great!” Both girls smiled and resumed their merry walk, leaving Lizzy’s golden lake behind, to hopefully evaporate soon.
  23. Hello all! Etchyfox here to let you all get to know the character for my next Omorpg: Heist. Kira, professional bad girl and acquisitions expert, stars in this new stealth game! Heist will be an indirect sequel to audition, but may tie in more than you think~ You can find the first game here! Without further ado!
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