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  1. MrJoseRocha

    Britney's Gaming Accident 2018

    From the album: JinkToons

    Britney has been playing for about 7 hours but never had a bathroom break.

    © Jose Rocha

  2. http://mmmdiapers.com/wp/2013/02/predicament-aiden-wets-his-pants-pt-1 VERY hot man named Aiden is forced to hold his pee in class, then after much complaining to the instructor, the teacher makes him write standards on the chalk board. Aiden can no longer hold on and completely wets his jeans. He is so embarrassed. The teacher then takes him to another room and prepared to diaper him, since he can’t act like a big man and hold his urine without wetting his pants. (click the link to purchase this VERY hot video)
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  4. Despguy123

    female Work Meeting Desperation

    I went to Germany for a business trip a few weeks ago and was lucky enough to see a couple of really good desperation sightings. During an all-day meeting, as we got close to the lunch break I noticed that the stunningly beautiful Bulgarian woman sat next to me was starting to fidget in her seat. It was around 12pm, the meeting had started just before 9am and I had not seen her leave the room once, despite the large cup of coffee and several glasses of water she had been drinking. There had been a short 5 minute break called at around 10.30am and she did not take the opportunity to use the loo, but instead helped herself to another cup of coffee. She was a tall, slim brunette woman, about 30 years old, dressed smartly in pencil skirt and heels, quite a senior team manager, and I was finding it hard to take my eyes off her and she squirmed in the chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs and occasionally sighing under her breath as the meeting dragged on. The lunch break was scheduled for 12.30pm but the meeting was overrunning, and by now the woman next to me was clearly absolutely dying to go to the loo. She was sitting now watching the speaker intently but kept looking up at the clock, her legs tightly crossed and bouncing her foot up and down, hands resting in her lap pressing down slightly. Her bladder was clearly achingly full and her tight pencil skirt probably didn't help, but despite her fairly obvious need to relieve herself she seemed hesitant to leave or interrupt the meeting, perhaps because she was one of the presenters and she didn't want to look unprofessional. However, after another ten minutes the meeting was still going and the bursting lady was clearly at her limit. She was sitting right at the edge of her seat, legs uncrossed but jiggling up and down and squeezing her thighs together, her hands pressing down hard in her lap and occasionally running them over her thighs. It was now 12.45pm, and she had been in the meeting room for 4 hours without a loo break despite all of the coffee and water she had been drinking, and she obviously couldn't wait a second longer. The poor woman was absolutely frantic to pee. Blushing slightly, she stood up quickly from her seat and announced quietly in a lovely Bulgarian accent "Sorry, I really have to go to the bathroom", before walking quickly out of the room. I heard her hurrying down the corridor, her heels tapping loudly on the floor, almost jogging in her haste to get to a loo. She came back in a couple of minutes later, quite red faced but smiling, obviously happy to have finally had chance to pee after sitting there absolutely bursting to go for hours. The next day I was sitting in yet another meeting that went on for the whole morning. It was around 10.30am when I noticed that the gorgeous slim blonde German woman sitting next to me was getting very fidgety as the meeting dragged on. She was in her mid to late 20s, wearing tight jeans and ankle boots, and could hardly sit still as the minutes ticked by. I had shared a cab with her from the hotel that morning, leaving at about 8.00am and coming straight to the meeting room after arriving at the office. She had poured herself a large cup of coffee and several glasses of water over the last couple of hours and had not left the room once, so was clearly starting to feel some pressure in her bladder. As the meeting dragged on she was starting to squirm in her seat with her legs tightly crossed, pressing her thighs together and bouncing her legs rhythmically. By the time it hit 11am her cheeks were flushed and she was fidgeting so much that she was almost bouncing up and down in her chair, and was crossing and uncrossing her legs and shifting position every couple of minutes. The 1 litre glass bottle on the table in front of her, which she had been steadily pouring herself drinks from as the hours passed, was totally empty by now, and clearly her bladder was almost at maximum capacity. It must have felt like it was about to explode. I'm sure the tight fitting jeans she was wearing didn't help her predicament, and she must have been absolutely longing for a break to be called so she could run to the ladies and relieve herself. Sure enough, just after 11am the woman chairing the meeting asked us if we'd like to have a short 5 minute break. The desperate woman next to me nodded and said 'Yes!' straight away, immediately standing up from her seat. She laughed and bobbed up and down on the spot as she picked up her phone from the table. 'Sorry, too much water!' she said, smiling and rosy-cheeked, before hurrying straight out of the room, her boots clicking loudly as she rushed frantically down the corridor towards relief. A couple of minutes later I walked out of the room towards the toilets and saw her coming back the other way, and she smiled at me and said Hi as we passed in the corridor, looking very relieved after finally getting to pee after waiting for so long.
  5. rachelkirwan

    Tumblr Refugees - Wetting Content

    Version 1.0.0

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    My final Tumblr content, this time wetting clips, salvaged from the sinking ship that is Tumblr. Not every video survived or will survive, but I managed to find these on my favorite blogs before they went tits up (pun definitely intended). ***Contains Nudity*** Enjoy Rach

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    A complete archive of FluffyOmorashi's Tumblr page prior to the December ban on adult material. Archived by @Maki, uploaded with permission by @FluffyOmorashi. Software used for archiving: https://github.com/johanneszab/TumblThree --- Be sure to follow Fluffy on OmoOrg and Twitter for her future updates! https://twitter.com/fluffyomorashi

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  7. drenna

    Ally's Challenge

    Hello all! So I originally wrote this in the thread of my first story, Ally's Hold, but decided that I should probably give this chapter and it's continuation their own thread, since they're in a different perspective and have a bit of different tone from the first story. I hope that's okay! As I woke up, I slowly realized three things. One- I'd woken up earlier than I usually did. Two- I still had the apartment to myself. And Three- I had to piss like you wouldn't believe. My hand immediately shot under my blankets to grab myself. My bladder was sending urgent signals all throughout my abdomen, telling me that it wanted to empty and it wanted to empty NOW. Under normal circumstances, I simply would've rolled out of bed and gone straight to the toilet. However, these were not normal circumstances. The hold that I'd done the evening prior was only the beginning of the omo related plans I had for the weekend. For Saturday, I'd decided to try a challenge that I saw online once. I wasn't allowed to pee in the same place more than once for the whole day, which meant the toilet needed to be saved for emergencies or a last ditch effort. The only problem was that I hadn't planned ahead at all. I had no idea where I was going to pee first. I slowly sat up, trying not to irritate my bladder, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I crossed them tightly as gravity worked it's magic and pushed all of the liquid I was trying to contain downwards. After a few moments, the wave subsided and I gingerly stood up. My stomach felt firm and heavy, as if I'd drank too much too fast. I waddled out of my bedroom in search of a place to relieve myself for the morning. Walking past the bathroom was awful. I desperately wanted to rush in and relieve myself of a night's worth of piss, and the thought alone caused me to stop for a few moments, frantically shifting my weight from foot to foot. Eventually, I made it to the kitchen, still dry. A twisted smile formed on my face as I innocently decided that I should brew some coffee while I decided where to pee. The sight and sound of the coffee slowly trickling out of my Keurig drove me up the wall, and I had to hold myself while bouncing rapidly to stay dry. I shakily raised my mug to my lips and whined slightly as I drank, feeling like the drink was getting poured directly into my bladder. Just as I put my mug back down on the counter, a wave a desperation hit, causing me to whimper loudly. I couldn't hold it any longer. Legs shaking, I frantically looked around my kitchen for something to squat over. Tears filled my eyes and my heart began to race as the pressure grew to an unbearable intensity. My eyes landed on the sink, and I let out a groan before shuffling over and yanking my pajama pants down. I felt a drop leak out as I hauled myself up onto the sink and spread my legs. For a moment, nothing. Then, pure bliss. I shakily sighed as my bladder finally released it's contents. All of my tensed muscles relaxed, and I found myself having trouble keeping my balance over the sink. After a minute or two, I was empty and ready to start my day. I spent the rest of my morning cleaning up the house and getting a little work done on the computer, sipping on my coffee all the while. It was about noon by the time I decided to get something to eat. While I slipped on some jeans, I felt a light pang from my bladder. It seemed a bit strange that I already had to go, but I chalked it up to being a bit tired from this mornings and last night's hold. Regardless, I simply continued getting dressed, not planning on emptying any time soon. I finished off my second cup of coffee and headed to my car. I felt myself getting fuller and fuller as I drove around the city, and by the time I'd gotten my food I was feeling more than a little urge to fidget around. "No problem." I thought. "I'm almost home." Big surprise, I was mistaken. My eyes widened as I saw the traffic in front of me, apparently caused by a wreck that had happened further up the street. We weren't moving very quickly, and it looked like I was going to be there a while. Accepting that I was stuck for a bit, I opened my bag of food and began to eat in the car. I'd gotten an extra large soda to help myself fill up when I got home, but when I picked it up I realized that I'd somehow absentmindedly drank half of it already. This didn't bode well. Around 15 minutes later, my legs were bouncing around and my hands were nervously tapping on the wheel. We'd only inched forward a couple of times, and traffic showed no sign of clearing up. I'd also managed to finish up my drink while I ate. Another 10 minutes later, my thighs were frantically rubbing together. I bit my lip, silently begging for traffic to clear up so I could head home and find a place to empty. I wanted to hold myself so badly, but I was worried that someone might see through my car window. I settled for grabbing and fiddling with the hem of my shirt instead. 5 more minutes later, the urge to hold myself won out as I buried a hand between my legs. Unfortunately, I couldn't get a good grip because of the jeans I was wearing. I also couldn't squirm around and cross my legs like I desperately needed to. At this rate, I was going to wet my car seat. I wriggled my hips side to side and whimpered, "Hurry...!" After just a few more moments, I felt my muscles give out for a split second, and my crotch grew warm as a drop slipped out. I was in full panic-mode now, looking around my car for anything to release into. "Oh!" I exclaimed. The cup! I gave a quick glance to the car beside me, making sure the driver wasn't looking in my direction. With shaking hands, I unbuckled my seat belt and my jeans, sighing as some pressure was taken off of my bladder. It took a while, but I managed to shimmy my jeans and underwear down my legs. A sudden wave of desperation overtook me, and I slammed my thighs shut. Another trickle escaped, soaking into the seat. Tears in my eyes, I grabbed the cup and held it to my opening, hoping that I was aiming correctly. I tried to wait a few more seconds to make sure I was adjusted correctly, but I couldn't. The dam burst, and I let out a loud cry of relief as I emptied myself into the cup. The entire time I pissed I kept looking around, making sure that no one saw what I was doing. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice. Once I was done, I placed the cup back into the cup holder and put the lid on top before pulling my jeans and undies back up. Traffic still took forever to clear, but waiting was a lot easier now that I wasn't about to explode. I eventually made my way home, excited to continue the rest of my challenge in private. Once I arrived home, I decided to be a responsible human being and get the rest of my schoolwork done. After heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water, I grabbed my laptop, retreated into my room and sat down at my desk. I’d been procrastinating all week on some of my assignments, as college students do, and it was time to pay the price. As the large load of work seemed to glare at me from my laptop’s screen, I sighed and got to work. For a few hours, the room was filled with the sound of my fingers tapping away on the keyboard. I shifted to get a bit more comfortable and felt a small twinge of need from my bladder. So of course, like any other normal person, I promptly stood up and got another glass of water. I decided that I wasn’t going to find somewhere to pee until all of my work was done. The work kept me distracted for a rather long time, only really noticing my need for the restroom whenever I moved too much. It also helped that I was pacing my drink intake, something I’d neglected doing all weekend. However, I was still drinking something, and what comes in must come out. I’d just finished my fourth assignment when I felt my bladder contract once again, this time a bit more harshly. I shifted in my seat, opting to cross my legs at the ankle. It helped a little. “Mkay, done with philosophy.” I muttered. “Moving on to math.” For math, I’d need a notebook to write my work on. I rolled my chair back and bent down to open the drawer I kept my notebooks in, squishing my bladder. It voiced its displeasure with a series of pangs, and I squeezed my thighs together in response. I got what I needed and returned to an upright position, expecting my bladder to calm down once it was no longer squished. For the second time that day, I was mistaken. All throughout the next hour I struggled to stay focused and finish my work while my bladder spasmed and a familiar pressure began to build. I tried to avoid squirming and grabbing at myself, thinking that if I didn’t pay attention to my need, it would lessen. However, as a particularly intense wave of desperation hit me, my hips began to rock. My mind was beginning to cloud, thinking of toilets and running water instead of the equations I was supposed to be solving. Another wave hit, and I bit my lip to suppress a groan. My legs began to bounce. By the time I started my last assignment, I was rocking back and forward in my chair, my breathing shallow and quick. Out of curiosity, I ran a hand over my abdomen to find a small, firm bulge. I could almost feel the liquid inside, thrumming against my skin, aching to be let out. I gave myself a quick squeeze and whined when I took my hand away. It felt so good to hold myself, but I needed two hands to type. Doing homework is exceptionally hard while you’re desperate. Not only was it impossible to focus, but I was trying so hard to rush and finish that I found myself making simple mistakes. I tapped frantically at the backspace button, mourning the time that I was wasting in correcting a mistake. At that moment, every second counted towards keeping myself dry. After 20 more minutes of bouncing, squirming and whimpering, I finally finished my last assignment. I closed my laptop a little harder than I meant to and rolled away from my desk, shoving my hands between my legs. It didn’t help as much as I’d like, but the little relief it gave still drew a shaky sigh from my lips. Now came the hard part. I stood up from my chair and almost immediately bent almost double, the weight of all the water I’d drank making itself known. I gently rubbed my bladder once again to find that it’d grown even larger and firmer. I had to find somewhere to release, fast. There was nothing in my bedroom that could help, so I had to relocate. Quietly whimpering to myself, I hobbled out of my bedroom and into the hallway, looking around for something the entire time. Once again, I was faced with the torturous aspect of passing the bathroom. As I looked longingly at the slightly open door, shifting my weight from foot to foot, I got an idea. It was about evening time, and I didn’t plan on going out again that day. “Why not go ahead and take a shower?” I thought. With a shaking hand, I reached for the doorknob and stepped into the bathroom. My desperation rocketed to excruciating heights when I saw the toilet. It felt like my entire body was screaming, “It’s right there! No one is stopping you, so just go!” But I didn’t. I closed the bathroom door and took off my clothes, squirming a bit more frantically due to the feeling of being naked making my need worse. Then, taking a deep breath and squeezing myself firmly with my other hand, I reached out and turned the shower on. A strange sound between a growl and a whine escaped my throat as the water pounded against the shower floor. I crossed my legs and bounced, the sound triggering a me-too response in my bladder. It pounded and throbbed, begging me to empty it, to stop torturing it. I wanted nothing more than to sit on the toilet right next to me and release. But I didn’t because I knew the more I held out, the better the relief would feel. Instead I pulled the shower curtain back, and braced myself as my thighs quivered. The warm water hit my body, and I experienced a whole new level of desperation. The water dripped and splashed everywhere while I squirmed and writhed in place, tempting me to let go. It felt like my very nerves were on fire, and my bladder throbbed so intensely I thought I would black out from the pressure. Through pure willpower, I managed to hold on for a few minutes, unable to hold back the moans and whines spilling out of my mouth. I felt a strange numbness spread throughout my abdomen and my pelvic floor flutter. I knew what was happening. This was it. I was done. With a cry of relief, my bladder finally gave out. I couldn’t tell what was the water from the shower and what was me, but as I sank to my knees, gasping for air, I didn’t care. All that mattered was the waves of incredible relief surging through me. I’m not sure how long I sat in the shower like that, but I eventually found the strength to stand, wash myself off, and stagger back into my room to change into some pajamas. I all but collapsed onto my bed, my eyes heavy. It was only mid-evening, but I decided a little nap couldn’t hurt. I think I’d earned it.
  8. Mbgpeelover

    Witnessed male desperation

    This is a true story of extreme male desperation I was honoured to see and hear first hand! I worked in a small office in a large building with just my immediate boss on site. My job was his PA and the building was a really old church. One morning I arrived at work shortly after my boss to find the alarm was broken and would not go off. I was asked to call the alarm company who promised to send someone out. The noise was awful! Anyway I waited all morning and my boss went offsite. I was alone and could not leave until the alarm person arrived. Around lunchtime the bell went and I opened the door to a man in his late thirties with a strained look on his face marching frantically on the spot! I could tell instantly he was desperate for the bathroom but, as was my job, I needed to see ID before I could let him in the building. He intruduced himself like this: ’hi, i’m Dave from security networks to fix the alarm. I’ve just been driving for forty minutes bursting for the toilet can I use your bathroom please!’ All the time frantically marking on the spot. I had to check his ID and with the alarm blaring I pretended not to hear him. He had a full business suit on with shirt and tie and a briefcase type bag in one hand as his other fluctuated between his ID lanyard and his crotch! I let him in and lead him to the alarm which he quickly deactivated with some code whilst still marching and groaning. With his bag now on the ground he looked right at me, one hand between his legs and his legs continually marching on the spot. With the place silent at last he repeated his earlier plea... ’so sorry madam! I have been been driving for thr last forty minutes bursting for the toilet couldn’t I use your bathroom please. It’s really urgent!’ It was obviously a dire emergency so I showed him the one bathroom and wet to my office as the wall to my office was next to the bathroom. With the building silent I could hear everything as Dave hurriedly git his memeber out moaning in sheer urgency and the next thing I heard was this huge sigh and a splash as urine rushed into the ceramic toilet. He pissed for that long I was almost shaking with excitement! Thankfully while he flushed, washed his hands and dried them I had time to regain my composure! As he returned to then main hall he apologised and continued to work on the alarm. i could not contain my curiousity and since we were the only ones in the building i commented that ‘that looked like a close call mate’ ‘too close!’ He replied turning to show me a small dark spot on his smart work trousers. ‘I don’t think I have ever been that desperate in my life. That forty minute drive was crazy and I am SO glad you let me use your toilet. I feel much better now.’ He asked a few questions about the alarm which I answered and he told me his next call out was an hours drive away. ‘Fancy a coffee before you go?’ ‘Oh that would be great thanks! Cheers!’
  9. Phentaiee

    Zone Pink

    I’m pretty sure I need to put a warning for this, so WARNING! There IS nudity here! There are also a few things I need to say before I start. There is not going to be any omo for a short while. I promise it will be here soon, but it’s not here yet. Also I made the first drawing a while before I made the second drawing. I was going to make them on the same day, but I forgot that I had 2 images rather than just one. You can tell there was a definite time gap between the two drawings An eighteen year old girl named Emily Omono was laying in the middle of a road, unconscious. She was not hit by a car. There are no working cars for miles. She had not passed out here after a night of drinking, as she didn’t really exist before this. At least, not here... Emily was in the middle of a simulated world called: “Zone Pink.” “Hello? Wake up already! This is the seventh time I’ve checked in on you!” A voice near to her called out. The voice was male, but not intimidating in the slightest. It wasn’t a high pitched voice, it was just… unthreatening. That’s the first thing Emily thought when she heard the voice. “Who- who are you?” She asked, waking up, very unaware of her surroundings. “You are not to know who I am! I am not your friend!” The voice called out. Emily looked around. She saw what looked like an abandoned city. She didn’t see anyone, but she did feel pretty cold. Why was she so cold? “I am not with you, I am just the announcer voice. You are in a deserted area. Nobody is here, but that’s good for you! While I’m sure you wouldn’t want anyone seeing you like that… that’s the least of your concerns right now! There are monsters in this world. But the worst monsters of all, are the humans that inhabit it.” A quieter voice was heard saying: “Nice!” And a high five was clearly heard following it. Emily was wondering what he meant by that when she realized why she was cold. She was completely naked! Emily stood up and started frantically searching for clothes, or something to cover her up. “Your efforts are futile! There is no clothing here! Your best bet would be to search the desert to your left, but it’s enormous. You could never search the whole thing.” Emily noticed that she was on a city’s edge, and was bordering a desert. She also noticed that the sky was a pink grid. Emily started walking towards the desert, but was very slow, since she was trying to cover her privates. “Nobody is here, I am the only one who can see you, and I’ve seen enough of you while I was waiting for you to wake up. Shit, that sounded creepy! Wait! Why am I worried about being creepy? You should fear me!” The voice announced. “I’m not afraid of you at all!” Emily groaned, already annoyed with this guy. “Just tell me what to do to get out of here!” She asked. “The only way out of here is to die, and you won’t be returning home afterwards. Your body has been transported here, and it will remain here for the rest of eternity! Your job is to make do in an apocalyptic wasteland and survive as well as you can.” The voice said. Emily took her hands off of herself, and started briskly walking over to the desert. She was terrified on the inside, but wasn’t going to let this annoying voice get the satisfaction of scaring her. After a good twenty minutes of walking, Emily stopped caring about her dignity. She was losing hope of this being some “big prank”. She started to realize she was actually stranded in a desert, naked. Just as she was about to give up, she noticed a skeleton in the distance. She ran over to it, and found a rusty spear, and some boots. “Is… Is that it?!” She yelled in frustration. “That’s only a start! You’re lucky you found a weapon before something else found you! Also, you won’t get blisters now!” The voice said. “Wha!?! I forgot about you! Have you just been looking at me this whole time?!” Emily asked. “Yes, but I won’t be able to for much longer, the thing I’m using to contact you is running out of power and you're not interesting enough for me to waste money sending in a new one. If you have any questions, ask them now, because you won’t get any more.” The voice said. “Ok, what is this place?” Emily asked. “This is Zone Pink, a simulated nightmare!” The voice answered. “Wait, are there other zones? Like zone orange, or zone yellow?” Emily asked. “No. Zone Pink is the only zone, as far as you know.” The voice said. “As far as I know? Does that mean there are more and you don’t want to tell me?” Emily asked. “No! Zone Pink is the only zone! As far as you know…” The voice responded. “It sounds to me like the author of this story hasn’t decided whether he wants there to be other zones yet and has decided to make it cryptic so that he can decide later.” Emily exclaimed. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” The voice sighed. “Oh, also, you said this was simulated? Like a game?” Emily asked. “Yes I suppose you could say that.” The voice answered. “Ok, so if I were to put on these boots and they were to give me 2 defense, would that be 2 overall defense for my entire body or just 2 defense for my feet?” Emily asked. “Oh! That is actually a very good question! And the answer is…” What is the answer? A. The boots give her 2 defense, regardless of where she is hit. B. The shoes only protect her feet.
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  11. This is my FIRST interactive fanfiction, and I’ve been actually wanting to try it out for a while! Here are some bios to get you acquainted. Name: Maria Kuvaeva Nicknames: Masyanya, Moxxie Gender: Female Preference: Pan Age: 30 Bladder Capacity: 850 ml Personallity: Tomboyish, sassy, quirky, humourous Name: Alexander Trofimovich Nicknames: Hyrundel, Boar Gender: Male Preference: Straight Age: 27 Bladder capacity: 1000 ml Personallity: Lazy, dumb, lovable, Name: Anton Nicknames: Lokhmaty, Shaggy Gender: Male Preference: Gay Age: 25 Bladder Capacity: 500 ml Personality: Air-headed, nerdy Hyrundrel Lokhmaty Masyanya
  12. Desperationpee

    female Jayne challenges you

    In this old video Jayne challenge you to see who can hold It the longest. She gaves instruction about how much you have to drink and when you have to pause the video. https://it.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b502b9b7658e
  13. View File FluffyOmorashi Tumblr Archive (December '18) A complete archive of FluffyOmorashi's Tumblr page prior to the December ban on adult material. Archived by @Maki, uploaded with permission by @FluffyOmorashi. Software used for archiving: https://github.com/johanneszab/TumblThree --- Be sure to follow Fluffy on OmoOrg and Twitter for her future updates! https://twitter.com/fluffyomorashi Submitter Maki Submitted 12/17/2018 Category Female videos Clothing Diaper Jeans Jean shorts Pajamas Shorts Skirt Other  
  14. Hello everyone. What's your favourite desperation scenario? And what's your favourite thing to wear? Mines is being stuck in the car for hours on end with no hope while wearing leggings or tights (know I'm a guy but Fuck it I always shave my legs). Or having a pee holding challenge.
  15. nappyboy97

    malefemale Fiction: Bentley Wets

    Bentley was 16, he was a good looking boy with many friends and is regarded as the cool kid at school. He is in Year 11 at school but has a lot of respect from other year groups. They had drank lots of pepsi and other drinks so Bentley was quite desperate to pee Desite this he didn't say anything as it wouldn't be cool to not be able to hold his bladder and he though he'd wait to see if anyone else needed to go At the park there was a big swing which when pushed hard enough could go quite fast in lots of directions. Messing around in the kind of mature/ immature way that people of that age do, Bentley was dared to go on it. The others swung him really fast and his need for the toilet became intense. When he finished it was clear by the small dark patch on his beige top man shorts that he had squirted a couple of times. He told people he had spilt his drink in the swing and they believed him (obviously the hot boy wasn't going to wet himself) but they made jokes all the same. They were all sat down talking when the intense urge hit him again, he realised he had to go and told the others he was going for a wee, but when he stood up the dam burst. Pee poured down his legs soaking his shorts and socks. He had judt wet himself.The others laughed at him and Bentley ran home. Luckily no one was in, so he stripped off and had a shower dumping his shorts at the bottom of the dirty linning bin. That night he saw the facebook status's about it instantly gutting him. He went to bed hoping that the fiasco would be forgotten. The next morning Bentley woke up quite late, with it being the summer holidays. Despite it being warm outside and the hot sun was shining through his window, Bentley woke up cold and... damp. It took him a few moments to realise what had happend but when he did he was shocked. Shit, he exclaimed scared over what had happened. He again got a shower and got changed then he stripped his bed sheets and washed them. As he thought the fuss over the previous day had died down and apart from the banter, he was fine. He stayed dry until school started agin. It was the first day back and no one could even remember about him wetting himself. But as the day went he needed the toilet again. It was 15 minutes until lunch and he was dying. He asked to go to the toilet but was denied instantly. When the lesson ended, bentley could feel the wet patch on his boxers from where he had dribbled, but luckily his black school trousers hid this. He ran tho the toilet but it was too late by the time he reached the cubicle he was soacked again. He ran home, to get changed but his mum was there. It was game over and Bentley explained what had happened. Hismum was sympathetic but warned if it happened again he would be put in nappies. He thought about that in bed that night and hoped it wouldn't happen again. The next morning though, he woke to the familiar wet sheets. He trudged to tell his parents. When he arrived home from school his pants were again slightley wet form where he had dribbled. Her an into the house and made it on time pleased he had made it. But when he got into his rrom he found several packets of nappies. His mum informed him that he had tena pants which he would wear day and night until his wetting stops.He realised that the cool kid was no longer cool. he was a baby... Below Bentley's wet shorts Image Set
  16. drenna

    Ally's Hold

    Ahh I'm so nervous! Besides literally two RP sessions, I've never written anything omo related in my life. I hope this is still enjoyable for you guys to read! Feedback is much appreciated!! 🙂 "Oh, that latte was a mistake..." Ally danced around her bedroom, her thighs pressed together and hips wriggling side to side. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides, clenching and unclenching to resist the urge to grab between her legs. For the first time in a while, Ally was home alone for the weekend. Her roommate had gone home to visit family, leaving Ally with free reign of the apartment. She was elated, excited to finally experience the simply pleasures of having a house to herself. However, Ally knew there was one thing she had to do before anything else. Get so desperate that she could barely breathe. After spending a few minutes wondering how long to hold, she decided that four hours was plenty of time to fill up on water and get to the verge of wetting herself. Something she'd forgotten about, however, was the large vanilla latte she had on the way home earlier that day. The coffee, plus the two mugs of tea she drank an hour previous, PLUS the bottle of water she was in the process of sipping weighed down heavily in her bladder. Suddenly, four hours didn't seem all too feasible. Ally was a stubborn girl though, and refused to give in so easily. Even if she couldn't make it as long as she planned, she would still hold for as long as her body would let her. "Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee..." Ally muttered to herself as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. She was at the stage in a hold where the need to go was finally hitting her at full strength. If she were out and about, she would've probably dropped everything to find a restroom. Deciding that she needed a distraction, Ally hobbled down the hallway to the living room, struggling to keep her thighs squeezed together the entire time. She turned on the TV and plopped onto the couch, immediately twisting her legs around each other as she flipped through the channels to find something to watch. After finding a marathon of one of her favorite sitcoms, Ally sat back and attempted to focus on the television. It worked, for a while. Ally's frantic squirming slowed to an occasional wiggling of her hips, and she no longer had to fight the urge to hold herself as hard as before. That is, until the rain started. Slowly but surely, Ally began to hear the sound of rain falling outside, and her squirming started back up again. She tried to ignore it, but the knowledge that there was liquid pouring from the sky right outside her window was driving her up a wall. Despite herself, Ally began to imagine what it would feel like to be out in the rain. She imagined feeling the cold droplets of water running down her skin and over the warm, firm surface of her bladder, teasing her to let it all out. She imagined giving into the temptation to burst, feeling the warmth and immense relief as her swollen bladder finally emptied. Ally finally gave into the desire to hold herself as a wave of desperation hit her, and shoved both hands between her legs. She looked at the clock to find that it had only been two hours since she started the hold. She groaned and rocked back and forward, trying to find any position that would make holding easier. Her bladder felt and looked like a bowling ball in her abdomen, and she gently laid a hand on it to feel how hard it was. The tiny amount of pressure that her hand added caused a long, drawn out whine to escape Ally's throat, and she squeezed her thighs together as tightly has she could. After five more minutes, Ally whimpered as she realized she couldn't hold it much longer. She had to relocate to the bathroom. It took a few tries, but eventually she managed to stand up from the couch without almost losing control. She shuffled out of the living room and into the hallway, pausing every few seconds to squeeze at herself or wriggle her hips around to help her hold it. Every single step was like a shock wave to her bladder, reminding her of how full she really was. Ally almost lost it the second she saw the toilet. She stopped dead in her tracks, frantically rubbing her thighs together. She wanted it so bad. The thought of sitting down on the toilet and letting everything flow out of her was tortuously sweet. "Not yet..." Ally said to herself, almost panting with the effort to stay dry. She was going to hold it as long as she could. Closing and locking the door behind her, more out of habit than necessity, Ally hobbled over to the toilet. It took her a minute to pull her sweatpants down with her legs pressed together, but she managed. After slipping her underwear down as well, Ally took a deep breath and sat down. The wave of desperation hit her almost immediately. Her body fought and struggled to release into the toilet like it'd been trained, but Ally wouldn't let it. She twisted her legs together like a pretzel and shoved her hands between them. She rocked her hips, bounced up and down and squirmed around to keep everything in, whimpering and whining all the while. It felt like every drop of liquid she'd ever consumed had combined into an giant ocean in her bladder, and it all wanted out. Ally felt a trickle slipped through her fingers and went rigid. Her muscles were overworked and tired, and the pressure was becoming too much to bear. Another drop escaped, and another, and another and another. "I can't..." Ally whined. With that, the flood finally escaped. She withdrew her slightly damp hands as her bladder finally released into the water below her. The hissing was almost deafening, and Ally melted in her seat as she finally felt the orgasmic relief she'd been craving for so long. After almost three minutes, Ally's stream slowed to a trickle and eventually stopped. With shaky legs and hands, Ally wiped herself clean, washed her hands and stumbled back into the living room. She collapsed onto the couch, a little disappointed that she didn't hold it for four hours. However, she smiled to herself, realizing that the weekend was far from over.
  17. Hello! I haven’t been active on this site in awhile (I have cycles where I go in this site everyday, and where I go in this site once a month, I’m currently at the latter) but I’m excited to here we have a lot of new people since tumblr decided to commit financial suicide. A bit about me: I’ve been here a long time, but I don’t contribute much, as I’m more of an artist in theatre rather than writing/drawing. But, I had a very interesting experience, which was almost a dream of mine. (Warning, this story probably won’t get you off, but I really just needed to share it) Today, one of my closest (and most beautiful) friends Kate, asked me if I wanted to go with her to a fancy healthy resturaunt at a local college (15ish minutes from our High School). I tell her that my sister is gonna pick us up at the highschool, and then I’d take the wheel and drop my sister off at my house, and it would just be the two of us. So, the final bell rings at 2:30, and we go outside to get picked up by my sister. It’s lightly snowing, it’s very cold, and Kate’s wearing a plaid *short* skirt and a brown sweater. Some backstory on Kate: She’s a bubbly, cute, hot, adorable theatre geek with an angel’s voice. Dirty blonde hair, bigger than average chest, nice ass, and the most upsettingly attractive personality I know. Totally out of my league, but as a fellow theatre kid they are obliged to be my friend. I had a crush on her 2 years ago, which got me rejected. I relapsed and liked her again recently, and asked if there was something, and got another no. So, sadly, I will never get to have a romantic relationship, but we are extremely close friends. I drop my sister off at my house around 3:10ish, and then head to Dunkin Donuts, as my other friend asked for a coffee. So, I pull in the drive through and we wait. A while. We sit behind one car, who is currently ordering, which takes probably like 5 minutes. Then, finally, the car ahead of us pulls through, and we pull up. We wait for about two minutes, and then we here “we’ll be with you in a moment.” We proceed to wait, at least, another 5 minutes, before Kate proposes “Why don’t we just go in, I have to pee anyways.” Now this immediately sets off alarms in my head, as my extremely hot pseudo-crush has just announced to me that she has to pee, and bad enough to need to go now (she’s nowhere near shy, but she’s very polite and accommodating). So I pull out, we walk in, and I get in line to order. There’s only one or two people in front of me, and I am estatic when I see Kate come back from the bathroom after 30 seconds and say “somebody’s in there.” Whether her constant movement was her desperation or ADHD is anybody’s guess. Then a scruffy looking fella goes into the guys bathroom and Kate whispers to me “that’s just not fair.” 3 minutes later, she checks again, and then says to me “I can’t tell if someone’s in there or it’s locked.” So, I finally get up to order, and after I order, Kate asks the employee if the girls room is unlocked. The lady behind the counter tells her it is locked, and that she can go in the guys bathroom. Kate, reluctantly, agrees to the solution. We wait, and she apologetically says to me “I’d wait till the college if I could, but I really can’t.” Now the college is 15-20 minutes away from me, so I realize this is much more urgent than I previously thought. After a couple more minutes, she says, “Whatever let’s just go to the college.” I politely offer to stop along the way and whatnot, and she strainingly replies that she’ll be okay. And what is my luck, that we hit traffic along the way. Most of the ride is taken up by bumper to bumper traffic. Unfortunately (or fortunately) she did not seem to be squirming or grabbing herself, (but if she did I might’ve crashed due to distraction). Anyways, finally after 40 minutes, we finally make it to the college. We are parked in a parking garage, and the restaurant is about 2-3 blocks away. After about 10 second after the car, she exclaims “Shit I dripped.” I (partially confused by the word drip, and partially confused by what she meant by it) say “What?” She replies “I just dripped a bit.” And I get the idea. So immediately my mind is racing, mostly “oh my fucking god the hottest girl I know is leaking and telling me about it and there’s no bathroom for two blocks.” We start jogging to the restaurant, her jogging very stiff and frantic due to the cold and her bladder. And, unfortunately for me, she made it to the bathroom from there without any incident of my knowledge. I wish I could say I saw some evidence of partial wetting, or that she wet herself in my arms and I comforted her and kissed her, but this is real life. Regardless, this is the first time I have even heard a girl say she was leaking in real life, and god is it better than I ever imagined. I’m sorry if this wasn’t the best story, but it’s probably my most exciting one (excluding all the times my close cute friend has said “oh my fucking god I have to pee so fucking bad I’m literally gonna piss myself” to me as she continues to sit mostly still). Thanks for reading!
  18. omorashi king

    My finals experience

    Alright so as most of you know most college students are currently doing there finals I had just finished mine yesterday and I wanted to share and experience that happen in one of my exams. So the exams started after lunch. During lunch I drank a coke and still a bottle of water. While waiting for 1:30 when the exams was supposed to start I didn’t feel any desperation at all. As soon as I sat down in the exam hall I felt a little something in my bladder but I didn’t bother with it. 30 mins later I got to a point where I couldn’t put it off to much I was thinking to ask to go the toilet Buh then someone ask to go. So I thought that I’ll wait the they came back right after they came back someone else ask to go. The teacher watching us then send no one will be allowed to go outside again. There goes my chance to go but in my head I wasn’t to desperate I could wait till I finished my exam. Well as I continued to do my exam I felt my desperation grow and grow as was probably a 7/10 and I wasn’t even half way thought the exam. And in my head I couldn’t even focus on the exam all I was thinking bout was my quickly filling bladder. It actually got to a point that if I put to much focus on my exam I would leak a little into my boxer. And I wasn’t planning to hold myself in a room full of people like that. When I finally finished the exam just to get up was a fight I leaked a lot when I did but no visible wet spots thank god. I gave the teacher my exam paper and made a straight b line for the toilet and peed i felt so releaved and I know I wasn’t the only one desperate in the exam cause may other people made a rush to the toilet after leaving the exam
  19. Ranganath

    indian CURSED!! (Indian)

    Hi once again everyone. <present> The bus driver of the SETC bus hung out of the side of the bus blowing his whistle as we entered the Salem bus stop at 3:00 AM. This was to be our third and final bus switch for the night. The bus stop was dimly lit and reeked of stale urine and decomposing garbage. I heard a few of my friends stirring awake as the bus lights came on. I grabbed a smoke and left the bus, edging my way past a restlessly rocking Sanjana. The station was utterly appalling. Garbage lay rotting in large heaps. I looked around for a place I could have my smoke. My eyes fell on the bathrooms, the gutka riddled wall from where the stench originated. I edged my way past the food sellers and into the open unisex shit yard that they called a toilet. At this time of the night there was nobody around and the bathroom looked more than a little creepy. I stood to one corner and lit my smoke, an evil twinkling glistening in my eyes. I took a deep drag, then smoothly exhaled as my heart pounded faster and faster. I knew what was going to happen. I knew what I was going to see. I took another drag off the cigarette. The sound of footsteps pattering rapidly, approaching the bathroom stirred me. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. The footsteps grew louder and louder as the person running approached. Sanjana's panting was easily recognizable. Sanjana dashed into the bathroom, a frantic look plastered on her face. She scanned the filthy room up and down quickly, noticing me but in her urgency not caring, and dashed into the closest 'cubicle' (if you can call it that). From my place in the corner, I had a perfect vantage point. I took another drag. Sanjana unbuttoned her skin tight jeans and began frantically pulling them and her tight white polka-dotted panties off her thigh. The moment she had got them midway, she dropped into an awkward skewed squat over the trough below. Instantly there was a loud hissing sound as a forceful stream of urine shot into the bowl, washing off some of the brown plastered grime in its flow. But though Sanjana was squatting, emptying herself into the trough, there was no relief on her face, merely determination. Just one glimpse of her sweaty contorted face and the way she was clutching her stomach, I knew there was a much bigger problem shouting in her lower stomach. Her butt cheeks tensed several times during the coursde of her pee. Yet each time she managed to regain her composure. As her stream tapered off to a drizzle, she hurriedly pulled up her jeans and left the bathroom, buttoning them as she walked out. I followed her back to the bus with a sly smile on my lips. This was going to be an interesting bus ride !!! <Two Days Earlier> "Hey Rohit, where are we. I need to Peeee", Aishwarya whined from the back of the trekking group. Rahul looked up from the path in front of him. He scratched his head as he replied, "I'm not really sure. We're quite lost, that's for sure. We're in the middle of nowhere! There's just trees and more trees!! If you really need to pee you should probably just use a bush." Aishwarya looked indignant and sulking with a pouty face murmured, " I can wait." Our trekking group had gotten lost in the depths of the forest. We stumbled off the main trail less than an hour back and hadn't been able to find our way back. There were 8 of us in total, friends from work and other. We'd come up to Yercaud for a fun relaxing weekend of trekking, not this. Still we walked deeper and deeper into the jungle. As the sun started to dim, my eyes caught a figure in the distance, behind a forage of vines and branches. I pointed this out to my friends and they shouted to the person for help. The man however, didn't respond, at this distance we wouldn't know anyway so we all moved towards him shouting for help. Suddenly, the figure began to run. Shouting we chased after it for a good 5 minutes. Finally it appeared to be slowing down; we ran forward with renewed vigor. As we drew closer, we saw that the figure was not a man, but a tall beautiful woman, wearing a typical traditional folded saree. As we drew closer, we saw that she was fiddling with something behind a large tree. When we approached we were surprised to see a well built shed, about the size of a small public toilet, made entirely out of wood, in the middle of the jungle. The woman was fumbling with a ring of keys in front of the door. Her incessant jiggling and knee-bending gave voice to the nature of her hurry. Aishwarya had caught sight of the shed and was overjoyed. She outran all of us and reached the shed. Turning towards the village woman, Aishwarya said, "Toilet? Can .. I?? Toilet??" The village woman gave just one look of frenzied urgency to Aishwarya and went back to putting various keys in the padlock fastened on the door. Aishwarya was not well off. She was having severe difficulty keeping still. These were the final moments of struggle for her. All of a sudden a 'click' sounded as the padlock snapped off and the toilet door swayed open. Inside was a clean and obviously well maintained toilet. Aishwarya was already contemplating running ahead into the toilet before it opened. As the doors swung open though, she felt a long leak (more like a squirt) rush out of her and down her cargo trousers. She held it back but within 2 seconds another squirt escaped, and then another. Aishwarya ran ahead, literally pushing the village woman to the side and fumblingly bolted the toilet door behind her as she entered. She could feel drops of urine running down her calf. She tore her cargoes down to her knees as a tidal wave erupted from between her legs, washing the toilet clean in its path. Aishwarya sighed loudly and closed her eyes in bliss. The village woman trapped outside however was much less fortunate. Shell-shocked by Aishwarya's actions, the village woman, with her legs visibly twisted and in a semi hunch, pounded on the bathroom door. The 7 of us standing there could do nothing, and merely looked on. We were so busy watching her pounding away at the door that we didn't notice the gentle pattering noise of piss falling from her calves onto the soil until she started crying. When we realized what was happening, we all looked away, feeling incredibly guilty and awkward. The woman sobbed gently as her urine ran down her legs. Suddenly the wind changed, the sky darkened, the tree leaves rustled ominously. The woman looked up at us, her kajol smeared around her eyes. Her look was one of unadulturated hatred and anger. The next thing we knew, she was levitating above us, 5 feet in the air. As she looked at us her eyes glowed with orange fury. "FUCK YOU!! You bastards will pay for what you've done. You'll feel my pain, my humiliation, my helplessness, ALL OF YOU!!! You WILL pay. You WILL know what it feels like. Every single one of you!!" With that she disappeared among the foilage. We gazed upward stupidly in shock. The sound of a flush was followed by a relieved Aishwarya stepping out of the bathroom as she buttoned up her cargoes. "What happenned guys??"
  20. newp

    Yurinate! [E]

    Version 1.0.0

    1,753 downloads

    “Yuri + Urination = Yurinate!” Peeing x girls love! A forbidden fruit, just for you!! ————————————————————————— (Ah, she is smiling…… right in front of me……) The same classroom, the same recess time. There is a girl that I’ve gotten to know better. Her name is Yuki Nekoyanagi. She’s such a great person with lots of friends and chats to me with such enthusiasm. When her focus is on me. That one moment. That is the moment I wait for. That I crave for. The reason I don’t visit the toilet before coming to school. Her voice, her smile, her glance, I feel a certain thrill from deep within. It reverberates all the way to my bladder. Feeling ‘her’ presence… In front of my classmates. In front of ‘her’. I stop resisting the urge to pee… (Nekoyanagi-san…… look at me…… while I am peeing……) ————————————————————————— So, here is the English translation of the visual novel Yurinate! More information on the VN can be found here: https://vndb.org/v20637 This visual novel is fully voiced. It has 1 bedwetting scene, 6 wetting scenes, and 4 peeing scenes. If you enjoy the VN, please consider supporting the creator. It can be purchased here: http://www.dlsite.com/ecchi-eng/work/=/product_id/RE191648.html Known issues: - The backlog is wonky due to having to manually fix word wrapping. - If when you start the game, all you hear is music and see no screen, just hit ctrl + alt + enter to bring the game up.

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  21. Hey there! This is a thread for tiny desperation ideas! Things you can read in a few seconds but that put very sexy ideas in your head! I don't know how many of you knew holdingit.minuteboard? There are a fair few users on here that are also on there, and made content for it before it sadly went down. It's still available in parts through the waybackmachine, so it's not all bad, but still... it had a thread that I adored called "lines of desperation", started by the user Rexone312. It's just full of tiny little stories, though it did go off-topic and delve into longer ones at points, but most of it is really easy to digest chunks of very, very sexy desperation. It's often extreme stuff too, with unrealistic hold times and large bladders, which is what I love! https://web.archive.org/web/20171205040050/http://holdingit.minuteboard.com:80/m/b/a/showtopic.html?topicid=70357&amp;start=0 You might also be aware of some other omorashi poetry already on the site, such as this topic by Sunflower: Or this more recent one by SecretPerson, which is what inspired me to make this topic after talking with him: Okay! So now that all that backstory is out of the way, I'm going to be posting some of my own tiny stories here, as well as some of the ones from users on holdingit.minuteboard, where I can I'll get permission to do so, but I would like to have a current archive of this stuff as the site was taken down! I don't want to take credit for any of these works, only put them up somewhere so more people can enjoy them again! 🙂 One last thing: This Topic is for DESPERATION! If you want to make one about wetting stories or fear accidents, please do so! I'm really only interested in the holding, and wanted to make a topic for those, like me, who miss holdingit.minuteboard and this thread in particular. So, without anymore exposition, feel free to give writing some of these a go!
  22. I've recently started a job working in the offices of a large company, and I've been lucky enough to see some nice desperation sightings: During the induction week for the new starters, we had a guy come in and give a long, boring presentation that went on for around 2 hours. The presentation was first thing in the morning, and there was plenty of water, orange juice, tea and coffee being drunk to help people stay awake. Towards the end of the presentation, I noticed a few of the girls in our group were looking quite distracted, looking at the clock and fidgeting in their seats. Two girls sat near me in particular were looking particularly desperate - a very attractive blonde wearing tight black trousers and heels, and a cute brunette wearing a tight pencil skirt and heels, both in their early 20s. The blonde was quite red in the face, and was constantly shifting in her seat, uncrossing and recrossing her legs every so often and taking frequent glances towards the clock. The brunette was leaning back in her seat with her legs crossed, bouncing her foot around and biting her lip. Both girls were looking worried and seemed to be debating whether or not to face the embarrassment of walking out of the room in front of us all. As the presentation finally finished, both girls shot up out of their seats before anyone else and hurried towards the door, wearing tense expressions and taking small, mincing steps. The presenter then realised he'd forgotten to mention something and spoke for a few more seconds, and both girls had to pause on their way out, the blonde crossing her legs tightly and the brunette gritting her teeth, resting her hand on the front of her skirt. They hurried out of the room as soon as the guy finished talking, along with a few others who were clearly also feeling the effects of a very full bladder. While sitting at my desk, I noticed that a senior manager (very attractive, curvy blonde lady in her 40s wearing a smart skirt suit, tights and heels) who was sat near me on a long conference call was looking quite tense, and was fidgeting about a lot in her seat. She had been sat there for well over 2 and a half hours and in that time had finished a large Costa coffee and at least two smaller cups of coffee from the machine in our office that people had brought her, as well as a cup of water. She was quite flushed and as I watched her, she sat right on the edge of her seat and was pushing her thighs together tightly, resting her hands on top of them. She seemed to be getting more and more frustrated that her meeting was overrunning, until she finally said very matter-of-factly 'Sorry to interrupt, but I have to ask that we try to wrap things up fairly soon'. She paused for a second, listening to someone talking, before laughing and saying 'Yes, and I've been sat here for nearly 3 hours and had about 3 cups of coffee, so I’m reaching my limit!'. She had to hang on for another few minutes, squeezing her thighs together and bouncing her knees, trying to concentrate on making her final points despite the immense pressure she must have been feeling in her bladder. Finally, the meeting was over and she hurriedly said her goodbyes before throwing down her headset and hurrying very quickly past me towards the toilets, her heels clicking quickly on the floor, smoothing down her skirt as she went. She came back after a couple of minutes looking very relieved! While sitting at my desk doing some work, a slim, attractive woman in her 30s wearing tight jeans and heels came over to speak to a project manager sat next to me. It was around lunchtime, and I overheard her say she had just come out of a very long meeting, which she was moaning to the guy sat next to me about. I noticed that she looked quite flustered and couldn't stand still for a second, constantly shifting her weight from foot to foot and crossing her legs one way then the other. At one point, he said something to make her laugh and she bent forwards for a second, resting her hands on her thighs before straightening up and resuming her fidgeting. We were sat fairly near the toilets, so she had obviously hurried to the loo after her meeting only to get caught up in conversation while she was dying to go (the guy she was talking to has a tendency to talk for ages as well). Eventually, after a lot more leg crossing and she managed to finish the conversation and turned towards the toilets, only to see that they had just been closed for cleaning! She moaned quietly in frustration and bounced on the spot, before hurrying off towards the closest set of toilets further down towards the other end of the office while looking around in slight embarrassment. Last week I had to attend a morning meeting around 2 hours drive away, and I got a lift with two women who were also attending, Jane (late 20s, athletic and quite attractive, wearing tight black trousers) and Emma (about 21, slim and gorgeous with long dark blonde hair, who was wearing a short skirt and black tights). Emma was driving, I was in the front seat and Jane was sat in the back. After we’d been driving about an hour and a half, I noticed that while both of the girls had been very chatty at the start of the drive, they now seemed to be distracted and were much quieter. They mentioned earlier that they had both drunk a large cup of tea before we set off, so I’m guessing that both of them were now quickly becoming desperate for the loo, I know I was certainly needing to go. Emma in particular was looking quite anxious, and I noticed that the half litre bottle of water she’d been taking frequent sips from was now nearly empty. As we got closer to our destination, we hit a large queue of very slow moving traffic. Emma sighed as we slowed to a crawl, and I noticed that she was driving with one hand on the wheel, with the other pushing down against her thigh, while squeezing both thighs together tightly – difficult to do when driving! ‘Not far to go now’ she said brightly, but there was a slight strain in her voice and her cheeks were flushed. ‘Good… cos I really need a wee’ Jane said shyly, and I glanced round to see her leaning forwards in her seat with her legs pushed together, resting a hand in between them. ‘I do as well’ I said jokily, and Jane laughed. ‘I’ve actually needed one for the past half hour’ she said, looking worriedly at the long lone of traffic in front of us. Emma, who had been paying attention to the road, suddenly said ‘Oh same, I REALLY need a wee, like, really really need a wee’, leaning forwards in her seat for a second as if to emphasise how badly she wanted to go. To my surprise, she continued. ‘I drink so much water, normally my bladder can handle it. I never go at work, but for some reason when I’m in the car I always need to go.’ Just then, the traffic which had been moving slowly, suddenly stopped. Jane leaned forwards, trying to see what was causing the holdup, and I heard her moan softly under her breath as she sat back down in her seat, squeezing her legs together and tapping her hands on her thighs. Shortly afterwards, the traffic started to move and after a few more anxious minutes, we were at our destination. I got out of the car, really needing to pee now that I was stood up, and Jane and I stood waiting for Emma to lock the car and get her bag out of the back. ‘Ooh… god I need a wee.’ Jane muttered, almost dancing from foot to foot and looking at the office we were visiting. We walked quickly into the reception and told the receptionist who we were meeting, and she called him to let him know that we’d arrived. As she spoke on the phone, both Emma and Jane were looking anxiously round, but there were no toilets to be seen. Jane was gently shifting from foot to foot, and Emma stood with her long legs very tightly crossed, biting her lip and watching the receptionist intently, both of them looking rosy-cheeked and flustered. As soon as she put the phone down, Jane asked her if there were toilets nearby. The receptionist explained that they were inside the office, but we needed to wait for the guy we were meeting to give us our visitor passes and escort us through. ‘Ooh, hope he hurries up’ Emma said quietly, making us both laugh. A few seconds later he arrived, handed us our passes and we followed him down the corridor to the meeting room. As we walked into the room, Jane and Emma hurriedly put their bags down on the table and took off their coats. ‘Sorry but I really must nip to the loo, where abouts are they?’ Jane asked hurriedly, moving quickly towards the door, followed closely by Emma. The guy showed us the way and we all walked quickly down the corridor towards relief. Another sighting featuring Jane from the story above. A few weeks ago, Jane and I were sitting on the bus on the journey home (the company runs its own bus service that runs from the office, through the city centre, and to the suburb where we live, with lots of stops along the way). The route normally takes around an hour, but because of particularly heavy traffic that day, it was taking about 20 minutes longer. As the bus got close to our stop, I noticed Jane sat just in front of me and across the aisle. She was sitting with her legs very tightly crossed, which was difficult to do as there isn’t much leg room on the bus, bouncing them every so often with a hand pushed between them. Every time the bus stopped, she leaned out of her seat to look at the traffic in front of us, getting more and more frustrated as time wore on. She had headphones on, otherwise I would have asked her what was bothering her so much, even though I’m sure it was because she was dying for a pee. As I watched her, she uncrossed her legs, squeezed her thighs together tightly while leaning forwards in her seat, before recrossing her legs the other way. She did this a few more times, until a few minutes later when our stop finally arrived. As we got off the bus, she took her headphones off and turned around to say bye to me, as we live in opposite directions from where the bus drops us off. ‘I can’t believe how bad the traffic was tonight’ I said just before she started to walk away, trying to stall her for a bit longer. She crossed her legs tightly and smiled. ‘Yeah it was awful, sorry I would stop and chat but I really need to go to the loo!’ she said breathlessly, bouncing on the spot with her legs still tightly crossed. I laughed and we said our goodbyes, before she hurried off to relief. Another bus sighting. It was another day with heavy traffic and the route home was taking longer than normal. I noticed that a curvy, cute blonde girl with glasses sat directly opposite me across the aisle was bouncing one knee quickly up and down every few seconds, looking anxiously at the long line of cars in front of us. She had bought a large cup of coffee from the office canteen and had been taking frequent sips throughout the journey, and by now it looked like she was starting to feel the effects in her bladder. We still had about 10 minutes left to go before it was time to get off, and as the minutes ticked slowly by, her knee bouncing got more and more frequent until it was almost constant, and I saw her bite her lip a few times. Unfortunately my stop came (mine is the second to last stop – the last stop is right in the centre of the suburb about 2 minutes further) so I didn’t get to see the outcome, but I’m guessing she had a desperate walk home ahead of her with a very full bladder. A couple of weeks ago, I was walking out of the canteen, and just in front of me one of the canteen staff (a cute blonde woman in her late 20s, wearing a black polo shirt and tight black trousers) was hurrying towards the toilets. As she turned the corner, she stopped and gave a frustrated sigh, seeing that the cleaner was just putting up the sign on the toilet door to say that they were closed for cleaning. The cleaner glanced round and the blonde woman said ‘Ooh can I just go in quickly? Sorry but I’ve been waiting forever’, bouncing on the spot to show how badly she wanted to go. The cleaner said it was fine, and let the woman walk past her into the toilets. ‘Oh thanks so much, I’ll be two minutes!’ she said breathlessly as she hurried in. It was around 2pm, and she had obviously been stuck on the till since before 12 serving people during the lunchtime rush, and had only just got a chance to go. At the office building where I am based most of my time, there is a fairly large call centre where staff spend hours on the phones taking calls from customers. The call centre workers have set breaks, and unless it is their breaktime they’re often not allowed to just leave their phone unattended, unless they ask their manager if they can go for a quick loo break. However, it seems like most of the staff hang on until their break even if they’re bursting. I’ve seen a few anxious looking women hurrying to the toilets, which are just outside the office where the call centre is located. The most memorable sighting I had was when I saw a very cute, short and slightly curvy girl in her late teens/early 20s, wearing a short skirt and black tights, rushing out of the office. She was resting a hand on the front of her skirt, not quite holding herself but not far from it, and she was very red in the face. As soon as she saw me she quickly moved her hand back to her side and gave me an embarrassed looking smile, before biting her lip as she pushed open the door to the toilets. It’s also not uncommon to see some of the call centre staff go straight out for a smoke and wait until just before their break ends to go back in for a pee, so there are often plenty of women stood out in the smoking area fidgeting around with their legs very tightly crossed! Hope you enjoyed these sightings, hopefully there will be many more to come!
  23. Despguy123

    Desperate Girlfriend

    This is a follow up to the story I posted here: We had been going out for a few months when I admitted to her that it was a turn on for me to see her desperate for a wee. At first, she didn’t really understand it, but after a while she accepted it and would sometimes deliberately put off going to the loo because she knew I enjoyed seeing her desperate. I remember during the summer, I was home from university and she came on the train to visit me for the weekend. My parents were away so we had the whole house to ourselves. I picked her up at the station in the morning and we went back to my house, had a cup of tea and decided to walk into the local market town centre for some lunch. We found a nice cafe, had a bite to eat (and another two cups of tea each) followed by a walk around some of the shops in the town centre. By early afternoon it had started to rain a bit so we decided to walk back home. As we walked, it crossed my mind that she had not been to the loo since I picked her up from the station a couple of hours before, and prior to that she had sat through an hour long train journey. With all the tea we had been drinking, I wondered if she was starting to need a wee. Although she hadn’t mentioned needing to go, I had noticed her stopping to cross her legs every so often as we walked around the shops. Back at the house, we took off our coats and shoes and went up to my room. We got into bed and started fooling around, undressing, kissing and teasing each other. She had still said nothing about needing a wee, but maybe half an hour after we had gotten into bed, she was lying next to me wearing nothing but her knickers, doing a very cute laid-down ‘need a wee’ dance, raising one thigh to cross it across the other, alternating each thigh, watching me. To my surprise, she then told me that she was ‘desperate for a wee’ but was going to wait because she knew how much I liked it. I teased her for a while, running my hands over her squirming thighs, listening to her little desperate moans, before we stood up from the bed and I pulled her gently against me, kissing her and feeling her body squirming against mine. She put her arms around my neck and gave a little moan of desperation, bobbing on the spot while pushing her thighs together, biting her lip. ‘Oooh babe... I really, really need a wee’ she said quietly. I moved behind her and asked her to stand up as straight as she could, and she immediately crossed her legs really tightly together. I held her hips and pressed up against her, before gently moving my hand lightly across her bladder. She moaned and pushed my hand away, suddenly bending forwards and pressing her hands between her tightly crossed legs. ‘Oh babe, don’t do that or I’ll actually wet myself’ she said before straightening up and turning towards me, putting her arms around my neck again. I kissed her again, and she pressed up against me, squeezing her thighs together. We moved back onto the bed and I lay down next to her, watching her moan and push her hand tightly between her legs. I teased my fingers up her quivering thighs, before moving my hand over hers, pressing between her legs. She let out a little moan, and I asked if it was helping her wait. She nodded and bit her lip, before asking me to let go so she could take off her knickers. I watched her squirming around as she slid her knickers down, before she quickly took my hand and placed it firmly between her legs, telling me to press hard. She moaned softly and crossed her thighs around my hand, and I felt her muscles tighten like a vice. ‘Babe that feels so good, don’t let go without warning me first’ she said quietly, biting her lip. I asked why, and she gave me a cute little smile. ‘Because I’ll wee all over your bed’. We stayed like that for a few minutes, my hand pushed between her thighs, and I felt her muscles squeezing every so often, soft little moans escaping her lips. She had started to stroke my dick, and I was so turned on that I told her that I was already close to coming. She smiled and whispered into my ear, telling me that she would not go for a wee until she made me come. It didn’t take very long, and hearing her little moans and whimpers of desperation in my ear, feeling her thighs squeezing so tightly around my hand planted firmly between her legs, holding back her desperate need to pee, brought me to the edge. I tried to hold off for as long as I could, but she knew I was on the edge, and stroked me faster, whispering into my ear ‘Oh babe please let me go for a wee, I’m so desperate, please let me go to the toilet, I can’t wait much longer’ and that sent me over. I came hard, and as soon as I finished she gave me a kiss and slowly uncrossed her thighs. I gently took my hand away and she quickly replaced it with her own, squeezing hard between her legs and moaning softly, biting her lip. She jumped up off the bed and turned to me, doing a very cute pee dance, jiggling up and down with her hands between her thighs. ‘May I use your toilet please?’ she asked with a cheeky smile, and I laughed and said of course she could. She thanked me and hurried out of the room to the toilet, one hand still firmly squeezing between her thighs. She came back a couple of minutes later, still rosy-cheeked but looking very relieved!
  24. Hi everyone! Its me, Kozmo! This isn't the next part of Lotto, rather this is an experience I had the other day coming home, due to an unfortunate misunderstanding I had with both my own brain and my scheduling. This will likely be a shorter one, due to the fact that it wasn't really planned out like a lot of my stuff, it just happened due to circumstance. Basically I was at my friends apartment, and had been there since the previous evening. There were a few of us and we had a few drinks. I was in a basic getup, black tank top, denim short shorts, black knee highs, and black and red lacy undergarments. My hair was tied up in a ponytail so I actually got to show off most of my tats, including the one on my upper back. Hardly any of the stuff that happened while I was there actually matters, it was just a lot of alcohol and video games. The things that really matter are as follows 1. I wanted to go home that evening. We had gotten pretty sloshed the previous evening, so this was the wind-down day. To get home from my friends house, I to walk a few blocks to a bus stop, and then ride two busses to get home, with the total ride taking well over an hour, just because I live in an inconvenient spot for bus routes. 2. I wanted to be lewd when I got home. When I get drunk, I get lewd. (Some people take advantage of that and it makes me sad when I wake up the next day but this is not one of those days.) When I get lewd, I usually think about omo. Because my lewdness involves omo, I drink more, which gives me more alcohol sometimes, which makes me lewder, meaning more omo, more drinking, you get the idea. Therefore, my idea was for lewd omo things when I had gotten home, and I had already started filling myself up very substantially with wine and beer looong before I was even due to leave. And perhaps the most important part that you should know heading into this 3. Is that I got the fucking bus schedule wrong. As finicky as I am regarding just about everything in my life, you'd think I'd get that much right. I normally use google maps to double check arrival times, but remember how I posted that status the other day about how I ran out of data? Yeah. I thought it came every hour to that specific spot, :45 on the dot. Turns out there's an hour it skips, for whatever reason. So I leave the apartment, mildly buzzed and needing to pee like you wouldn't believe. I walk my walk, savoring the feeling of the waistband pushing into my bladder, stopping every little bit to knock my knees a little. I had to pee. Emphasis. I thought I had this perfectly timed. By the time I'd get home, I'd be extremely close to bursting, and I could savor the fun. I did make it to the bus stop eventually. I sat down, crossed my legs. I hopped on a discord voicechat via the wifi at the cafe across the street with some friends and tried not to let my voice tremble. The bus would be here in 5 minutes after all. Except it wasn't. And I panicked. Oh BOY did I panic. I almost aborted right there. Almost. But I'm me, and you know how I work. Half of my brain screamed abort, find bathroom. The other half screamed, CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. So I checked google maps, now that I had a wifi spot, and that was when I discovered the bus in question would not arrive for another hour. The duel voices screaming ABORT and CHALLENGE ACCEPTED intensified, and the latter won out. I went to said cafe, sat down outside, and waited. And waited. And trembled and tried not to desperately moan into my earbuds mic on discord. And waited. And then walked to Burger King because I wanted spicy nuggs. Which I got a drink with, because I'm ME. Then I went back and waited some more. It was at this point I was doubting my ability to hold it. I mean yeah I was desperate to pee beforehand, but this was like, advanced desperation. The end might be near desperation. Uncertainty setting in desperation. You know what I mean? I finished my nuggs and my drink and I went back to the bus stop. My walking was as if it was on eggshells, and I was starting to sweat from the effort of holding it. I wanted immediately to be able to sit back down, but luckily I was still in that voice chat so I was able to keep my mind off it at least a little. Then the bus came. I saw it and my brain ticked that my journey home was actually beginning! And I leaked! Shit. I felt a substantial spurt fire out of me almost simultaneously the second my brain registered joy. I didn't have to look to know the denim had been darkened between my legs. But I was at a bus stop. There was people on the bus, there was people getting ON the bus, I sure as hell wasn't going to make a show of guessing. I just got on the bus, kept my legs together as I could keep them, and sat right in the front by myself, and just kept my eyes on my knees, a bead of sweat trailing down my head. I didn't have discord to keep me occupied anymore as I was leaving wifi, and now I was surrounded by people. But I wasn't going to lose it on the bus. I was not. I'm a very eyes on the prize girl. I sat there, I rubbed my legs together, held my purse on my lap, wiggled around, the full half an hour until I had to transfer busses. The bus that was not at the transfer yet. Fuck me, right? So now I'm standing outside on the bus stop, most people have filed out. Mines the last bus out, and my neighbourhood is the last stop. Remember what I said about inconvenient bussing? It actually takes me fucking forever to get anywhere from home, and then back home. Good thing I'm a couch potato. Its cold outside, because now its dark out, good ol' nighttime, and I'm standing on a main street just about to pee my shorts. The reality of that hit me pretty hard, and I leaked again. Not a lil leak. A my face went immediately pale because that's really fucking visible leak. I felt a gush push out of me, soak my underwear, the crotch of my shorts, and trail down my thigh, off my knee, and patter on the ground. I almost lost it right then and there out of the panic that ensued. But eyes on the prize. Its dark, nobody can see. I'm good. You'd think it would be a relief, but honestly it made my need to pee a billion times worse. I held my purse in front of me and dug my hand into that obvious area between my legs as hard as I could. Hold it, hold it, hold it. The bus did eventually arrive, and I went in that side door they have and planted myself in the back left corner. Half an hour left. And boy was that half an hour, I dribbled a bit just about every bump we hit and had to bite my finger to keep from automatically mewling. It sucks being a vocal-while-desperate person when the desperation is in public. This may not seem like much, but our roads suuuuuuuck. Though, I think the fact that it was just dribbles saved my clothes a fair deal, or at least prevented a mess on the seat. I'm not versed in how fabric saturation works, but maybe someone here is. I just figured a looot of dribbles is better than 3 or 4 massive leaks. Eventually we pulled up to my neighbourhood and I got off at my street. I stood there until the bus left, to make sure there was no prying eyes. Walking up my street was torture, because I KNEW I was there. I just had to make this final trek. Step, leak. Step, leak. Step, leak. It was like my foot steps were those pedals you push with your foot on those outdoor sinks at festivals. They weren't huge leaks, but by the time I got to my doorstep my shorts were very wet, front and back. I had glistening streaks all down the back of my legs, and my kneesocks were damp. There was no denying that I had, essentially, very much peed my pants. It was at this point I experienced a phenomenon I read about a lot on the site, but had yet to experience. A literal key-in-latch wetting. I hobbled up my steps, and stuck my key in my front door. It was instant. My brain clicked that I was home. The key in the lock was symbolic. Before I could even turn it, I completely lost control, moaning loudly as I started pissing myself. My shorts literally could not contain it, it poured down both legs and a constant stream straight to the ground between them. I was home safe essentially and the relief was way too much, I fell forward with my head against the glass on my doors window, continuing to let out little gasps as I created a river that poured down my steps. Shorts, socks, shoes, all were beyond saving. I finished emptying myself after awhile, and just kind of stood there, marveling in what had just happened. I was so loopy from the relief I forgot to turn the key and walked into my door trying to push it in. I could hear my shoes squelch. I got in, peeled off my clothes right on my doormat, wiped down my legs with whatever dry part I could find of my shorts so I wouldnt leave a trail on my floor, and hobbled weak-kneed down to my room to enjoy the rest of my evening. I had a lot of free time now, as I had gotten my lewd omo fun I wanted out of the way sooner rather than later. It was a very enjoyable experience, and I hope the rest of you enjoy it as much as I did~ I love you all ❤️
  25. Brandon_W2

    Office Desperation

    Good evening guys! I have wanted to post about this but have not got around to it. Please feel free to leave your experiences down below. For people that do not know, I am very much into male desperation. Not only into holding/wetting myself, but also watching others struggle to hold back or completely lose control, it has been something I have enjoyed for years and simply cannot get enough of. Nothing turns me on more than a man that has to pee so bad and makes it to the toilet just in time and you can hear his sigh of relief, I find it to be very sexy that someone that can be so macho and confident, can turn very worrisome and vulnerable due to his urgent needs. I have experienced this orgasmic relief not only myself, but in person as well, and I must say the feeling of releasing a very urgent pee can be so satisfying! I work in a office setting of approx. 150 people with the majority of them being male. Our office hours are from 7am- 4pm ,so of course naturally there is always pots of coffee brewing in the prep room, water bottles are being filled up, and people are going to the restroom before there shift begins. Our office takes inbound customer calls regarding shipments that are sent to various commercial and residential building. As some may know, working in a call center can be a true test of you knowledge, patience and most commonly your BLADDER! There can be periods of time where you may not have a free minute for a couple hours or times where its right before your break and your call carries over and now will affect your schedule if you go to the restroom As most would know what goes in most come out at some point! Especially when it comes to coffee and water.... I've had several times myself, where I have been on the brink of exploding at my desk almost creating the biggest flood known to man, but somehow I have always found a way to make it right on time :0 I've had several instances where I have entered the restroom and have had some of my co-workers come in right behind me, and they have released torrents of piss! It amazes me how much some of the men at my work can hold! I get so turned on hearing the sound of their hot pent up piss hit the toilet water in full force and hear them sigh in great relief. Another favorite of mine is when they tilt their head back.. it gets me every time :) Have you guys ever experienced co-workers that are absolutely desperate to pee and have expressed it out loud? Is it something that you just heard in the restroom or perhaps your work friend shared how desperate they were to you ? What jobs have you worked or currently work at where this has happened to you ? I enjoy reading your experiences, so please feel free to leave your comments down below!