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  1. The majority of accidental wettings have two key contributors. Lack of foresight, and fate. This one was no exception. I am currently working. I won't get into details as to what I do, but it is of the utmost importance that I stay at my seat (unless I'm at lunch), lest I get in trouble if I happen to miss a very important phone call. It has happened once or twice. Three strikes, and you're out. I forgot to mention the third contributor. The third contributor is the mind. Our story begins early this morning, in which I oversleep and make a mad dash for the car, driving to work and forgetting to do everything I usually do yet somehow manage to look presentable. An extremely short black dress complemented by a black leggings are what I sport. Today, my workload is light. And with light workloads, boredom tends to increase. What better way to spend the time than to learn other languages? Today might have gone quite uneventful had a friend not asked me one important question: "How do you say, 'I can't hold it anymore!' in French?" Having only begun to learn the language, I was completely stumped. And so I spent hours upon hours, working with my friend to learn all related words, and maybe, just maybe being able to answer that question. By the end of it, I was able to say things like "I need to pee" to "I HAVE to pee NOW!" to "please... I've got to pee." All the while fighting to keep my voice calm and pleasant when a work call DID come in, because such learning was quite effective and rewarding and, dare I say, pleasant. At least people on the other end of the call couldn't see me blush or fidget slightly. Wait, I'd been fidgeting? I stopped my quest for a moment to assess the situation, and it turned out that indeed, j'ai eu besoin de faire pipi. (GIven my limited knowledge, I probably wrote that wrong, but I digress.) It dawned on me that I desperately needed to do something that I had forgotten to that morning. I had barely been drinking water, but the need was strong as ever, and lunch was on its way. But even a few minutes can seem like hours in such a state. Anybody passing by my office would probably think I was a bit concerned about something, what with the way I was squirming. And then I got the fateful call from my coworker who was supposed to relieve my station, and me by extension. She had asked me to pick up some lunch for her today, and I knew she was feeling fairly weak from a recent surgery, so I couldn't say no nor could I delay in. After the agonizing few minutes until I heard her footsteps, I just sat there trembling, hardly able to focus on the work I did have, and when she did arrive, I did not even allow myself to glance back at the restroom door as I walked away from work, and into the dangerous position of driving to the restaurant where I was to obtain both our lunches. I really wish I had tinted my windows. Fate was at least kind in one regard: No buses were passing by. Anybody who was in a bus, or at least a very high pick up, would be able to see the driver of a pretty little car with one pale hand jammed tightly between her legs. Said hand had no choice but to leave its position once I reached a very crowded and very slow drive-thru. Squeezing as tightly as my thighs would allow without stepping too hard on the brake or the gas, I gritted my teeth and focused on the task ahead. But to no avail. What with all the concentrations, my mind could only think in French: je dois vraiment pisser... My mouth followed suit, speaking the new words I had learned just that morning. A rush of completely unexpected blissful torment struck me like a truck, and I had to fight to not actually cry out with the mixed sensation (the window was still open as I had just placed the orders). Not only did affirming and acknowledging my need exacerbate it, but there was a simple truth I still cannot comprehend: the language I was learning simply sounds beautiful, and is especially sexy once one knows. Or even when they don't. In any case, I could feel my panties moisten a little but I was in no place to check and identify what it was. "Miss, we're a little backed up, so could you please wait over here and we'll bring your food to you?" I jumped, shattered out of my reverie. "Uh, sure," I replied, evidence of unsteadiness in my voice and face. "That's perfectly fine." At least my mind was free to whimper. Each passing moment dragged on, plopping onto the last one after its time finished and continuing to weigh more and more onto my little bladder. No sooner had I received the food and gave the workers my best customer service smile, than I hightailed it out of there as fast as the law would allow. Okay, okay, maybe a little faster than that. Pulling in to work to deliver the goods and repeating the words I'd learned with new waves of need and pleasure at once, I comforted myself with the reminder that, all I had to do was give my friend her lunch, and then I would be free to go. My body thought otherwise. Leaning over into the passenger seat to grab the food, I felt a spasm down below and immediately stiffened every muscle of my body to staunch the flow. I snapped up straight like a rubber band, and braced myself for leaning over again. Just for a little bit, just grab what you need, I told myself. After steeling myself, I lunged to grab ahold of everything in as little time as possible, but it wasn't enough. Another squeeze. And this time I knew full well what was in my panties. Throwing every sense of dignity out the window, I sprinted towards the bathroom, stopping only to drop the food off on a table. My friend would get it afterwards. With trembling hands I undid the latch and shut myself into the safe haven my work so graciously provided. Relief flooded me as I unleashed a torrent into the bowl. I even indulged in letting out a very tiny "Aah...". Inspecting the damage, there was nothing major. Anything more severe up to a point would be obscured by my black leggings. But that's irrelevant to one's ability to feel the wetness post-leak. I mean....as I write, I certainly do.
  2. MKFan200

    MMD A Bad Day of Drinking

    Version 1.0.0

    824 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

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  3. YellowZoneMX

    Harley Quinn omorashi

    From the album: My Art

    Part 1/??
  4. Hey guys, this is another story about my weak-bladdered ex girlfriend, but also her (not identical) twin sister. This first part started as a brief intro paragraph before a road trip we all took together but it seems to have developed into a slightly longer story. I’ll continue the road trip story below - one of the best holidays of my life :) For background, I had already known the family for a long time and they were all very comfortable around me. I have tried to remember the details as accurately as possible! —————— One summer I went on a road trip to the South of France with A, her sister (i’ll call her Emily), brother and father. Now Emily was blessed with the same wonderfully weak bladder as A. On her first day in college I happened to be round at their house when she was on her way home. I was sitting in the lounge when someone started banging loudly on the door. I got up to answer it and I could hear Emily through the door whimpering and moaning “Shit, shit no” and “come on please come on” I opened the door and she was crouching there on the door step, brown hair swaying around her freckled face, hazel eyes wide open in desperation. She had on a grey pleated skirt and a white blouse and was grinding herself down on to her heel while grabbing at her crotch with her hands. I could see wet patches all over her skirt and her legs were glistening with pee. “Oh thank fuck” she whimpered but didnt get up immediately “Can you open the bathroom door for me? I need a wee so so bad” her voice was shaking and she seemed on the verge of a breakdown. “If I stand up i’ll wet myself”. I looked down at her shaking desperate, wet form grinding on the doorstep and nodded mutely “Oh god please hurry” she thrust her hands back into her crotch and a new dark patch emerged on the front of her skirt The bathroom was right next to the front door so I stepped back, opened the door wide so we could both see the toilet. “Ohhhhhhh god” she whimpered and started grinding into her heel with extra fervor. The glimpse of relief had clearly pushed her even further into frantic desperation. Evidently she decided that there wasn’t going to be a moment where she gained control more completely. “Fuck this” she said and pushed herself up off her heel. The instant she stood up and started to make a run for the toilet, pee exploded out of her. I could hear it hissing as it splashed into her panties and I could see it running in torrents down her legs. She dashed to the toilet and pulled up her skirt. Her white panties were completely soaked and I could see the outline of her pussy and a small patch of dark hair. Pee was pouring through her panties and on to the floor. She looked up and saw me staring “Close the door you pervert” she said with a cheeky smile, putting her hand to her crotch to try to hide what I had already seen. All this did was make pee pour around her fingers. Reluctantly, I closed the door. Whether I could have got away with keeping it open I don’t know but I thought about it a lot! When she finally came out, all she said was “not much made it in to the loo” as she bounced away upstairs. Anyway, that was the intro to Emily, a few months after that the road trip started!
  5. hihia28

    female A short sighting

    This happened a few months ago, and it was a very brief sighting so i apologize for it not being longer. I was at the local movie theater with a family member, and as we were leaving the ticket counter a cute girl is her mid twenties came in behind us and walked up to the counter. She had a petite build and dirty blonde hair tied back in either a bun or a pony tail (i think it was a bun but i can't quite remember for sure) and she was wearing light grey sweat pants. She went up to the ticket counter and asked the guy working there if there was a bathroom she could use. I didn't turn around to look because i didn't want the person i was with to notice my interest, but mentally i was completely tuned into their conversation. The man at the counter responded by saying that he wasn't supposed to let non-customers use the bathrooms. She explained to him that she had been driving for a very long time and that she had to go really badly, at which point he relented and pointed in the direction of the ladies bathroom. I didn't see her again as we were already walking towards our theater, but i imagine that she must have been pretty desperate to have pulled into a random movie theater instead of waiting to find a gas station.
  6. 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.
  7. I've seen a fair bit of omo artwork on here featuring Summer from Rick and Morty, but never any fiction. Allow me to remedy that! ------------------------------------------------------------------- “Space. The final frontier. The-” “Jesus, quit narrating already, Morty!” yelled Rick Sanchez. “I already got enough of a *urp* headache.” “Sorry Rick,” said his grandson Morty Smith. “I was just trying to add a little atmosphere. You know, ‘cause there isn’t any in space.” “Boo,” jeered Morty’s sister Summer. The mad scientist and his grandkids were currently flying through the outer reaches of the Horsehead Nebula. They were on the way back from their latest misadventure, where they had discovered (much to their dismay) that screaming suns were common in some parts of the galaxy. All three were currently nursing badly bruised eardrums. “Ugh, how much further is it?” Summer groaned. “Another sixty light years or so,” Rick replied. “What’s the rush?” “Ugh, why can’t we just take your portal gun?” asked Summer, avoiding the question. “Summer, we’ve been over this,” scolded Rick. “The portal gun is only for emergencies or *urp* if I feel like it.” “Just sit back and enjoy the ride,” Morty encouraged. In the backseat, Summer crossed her legs and fidgeted. The truth was that her bladder was getting uncomfortably full, but she was not about to admit that. Forget it, she thought. I can hold it for another sixty light years. A few minutes later, Summer realized she had been lying to herself. She had never had to pee so badly in her life and felt that she might lose control at any second. Summer couldn’t imagine wetting herself. She hadn’t done that since… well, since the Hulk Musical a few years ago, but that had been on purpose; that was different. “Hey, are you okay?” asked Morty, interrupting Summer’s thoughts. “I’m fine, Morty,” snapped Summer, crossing her legs even tighter. “Oh ruh-really?” said Rick. “You’re acting kinda funny.” “You think she picked up some sort of virus on that planet?” Morty asked. “Could be,” said Rick, “though I’m not sure what it is. We’ll have to run some tests and-” “No!” yelled Summer. “I just have to pee, dammit!” An awkward silence filled the spaceship for a few seconds before Rick broke it. “Oh,” he said simply. He pulled out his hip flask, downed the last of its contents and handed it to Summer. “Here, use this.” “Grandpa Rick!” cried Summer, aghast. “Y’know,” Morty piped up, “you wouldn’t have this problem if you’d just let Rick put in that catheter.” “Not helping Morty!” snapped Summer. “Jesus, Summer,” groaned Rick, “you’re a big gu-girl. Can’t you just hold it?” “No!” cried Summer. As she said it, she felt a few drops of urine trickle out. “Please, this is getting serious! Use your portal gun and take me somewhere where I can pee!” “Okay, okay,” said Rick. “I don’t want you getting the upholstery all wet.” With a pull of the trigger, a glowing green portal appeared. Summer jumped through it immediately, with Rick and Morty right behind her. Summer tumbled out of the portal, receiving an unpleasant jolt to her bladder in the process. Taking in her surroundings, she saw that they were surprisingly… normal. Looking around, Summer could see a public park, a library, a few restaurants… The one thing she didn’t see, however, was a bathroom. Seeing a man nearby on the sidewalk, Summer walked up and tapped him on the shoulder. “Excuse me!” she said. “Where’s the nearest bathroom?” “Bathroom?” the man replied. “Why, it’s all around you!” He turned to face Summer and, to her horror, she saw a dark stain spreading across the front of his pants. Summer gasped and backed away, her bladder begging for relief. Enraged, Summer rounded on Rick. “What the hell is this?” she cried. “Hey, yuh-you asked me to take you somewhere where you could pee,” said Rick with a shrug. “I’m a scientist, not a miracle worker.” “That’s not what I meant!” yelled Summer. “I wanted you to take me to, I dunno, a planet of toilets or something!” Summer grabbed the portal gun from Rick’s hands and fired. She had seen him use it plenty of times, and was pretty sure she had just made a portal to somewhere with a toilet. In any case, it had to be better than her current location. Ignoring Rick’s protests, she once again jumped into the portal. Summer landed more gently this time, which was good because she wasn’t sure how much more her bladder could take. She had reached her limit back on the spaceship, and it seemed like only a matter of time before- Wait a minute, thought Summer. Where am I? This time, there was grassy savanna all around her, with scant cover provided by a few trees and shrubs. A few people dressed in rags were milling about in the distance. “Ugh, I got a buh-bad feeling about this place,” muttered Rick. “I’ve never been here before, and if my travels have taught me anything, it’s that seemingly peaceful planets always have suh-some sort of hidden danger. Like cannibals or toxic spores or-” Summer wasn’t listening. She didn’t want it to come to this, but she was seriously considering just relieving herself in the bushes. She was just about to ask Rick and Morty to look away when she heard screams in the distance. “Aw jeez,” groaned Morty, “what’s going on?” “Maybe if you shut the hell up and looked, you’d figure it out,” snapped Rick. The people dressed in rags were running towards the trio, screaming in terror. Pursuing them were horses with riders Summer couldn’t quite make out. She squinted and saw that they were… toilets!? With faces, arms and legs? “Don’t let them escape!” cried one of the toilets. “Kill the filthy humans!” He lobbed a spear at the fleeing humans, missing by an inch. “What the fuck is going on?” cried Summer. “Run now, questions later!” Morty replied. The trio fled for their lives, Summer’s bladder jostling uncomfortably. They ducked behind a thicket of bushes, gasping for breath. “Seriously though, what is this?” gasped Summer. “It’s just what you wanted,” said Rick. “A planet where humans were overthrown. It’s a planet of toilets.” “Seriously?” groaned Summer. “That has to be the stupidest-” “I just don’t get it,” Morty interrupted. “Why would toilets rebel against- oh, I guess I just answered my own question.” “Shh!” whispered Morty. “They’re coming!” They didn’t move a muscle as they heard hooves approach and come to a stop. “Did you get ‘em, John?” said one of the toilets. “Not yet, Lou,” said the other with a disappointed sigh. “Aw, don’t get all down in the dumps,” said John. “We’ll flush ‘em out soon enough. Then they’ll be in deep shit.” “We gotta get out of here!” hissed Summer. “Agreed,” said Rick. “They’re ruh-really reaching with these puns.” He fired the portal gun and all three jumped through once again. With a flash of light, they were back in Rick’s spaceship. “Shit,” groaned Rick, “the portal gun’s out of juice.” That was the last thing Summer needed to hear. She felt certain she was going to wet herself at any moment. As she squeezed her hands between her legs, she felt a few drops of pee leak out. “No no no,” she whimpered, squirming in her seat. “Look!” shouted Morty. “A spaceship!” Sure enough, a grimy twin-engine cruiser was floating in front of them. “Do you think we can use their bathroom?” gasped Summer, any sense of shame gone. “I dunno,” said Rick. “Won’t hurt to check. Looks like this adventure is-” TO BE CONTINUED
  8. Hi! I'm making a top of stagged pee desperation on tv/movies that have a production. I was counting how many scenes I have... and there are 92 omg. So, before finish the list and make a preview video, I want to collect 8 more so this would be a top 100. As I have many, please do not mention some that are very famous, because probably I already know of their existence.
  9. wetchris

    So much for planning

    As an older guy I have suffered from bladder problems for a number of years. But just recently I have had to take medication which particularly in the mornings causes me to get desperate quickly. As a result if I am driving any distance I try to stick to a route where I know facilities will be at hand if I need them. Garages, fast food restaurants, public toilets etc. Last week I had a three hour journey to make and carefully planned things. I sometimes wear adult incontinence pads just in case but I find them bulky and uncomfortable and try not to. So on this day I just had briefs under my jeans. I had only been travelling half an hour when I quickly developed an urgent need to pee. But I wasn't too worried as I knew where some public toilets were next to a snack bar in a rest area. As I approached I noticed that the 'P' parking signs had been removed and to my horror I found that the toilets had been closed and huge sheets of metal covered the entrance doors. The desperation immediately intensified but I had no option but to drive on to my next "planned" stop. I knew of a garage that had toilets and it was only 20 minutes away. But it was an agonising drive that required me to squeeze myself through my jeans to hold it in. Even so a couple of bursts did escape and wet my briefs before I could make the garage. As I pulled up there was a sharp stabbing pain and this time I felt my self pissing into my underwear and onto my jeans before I could regain control. Thankfully I didn't lose complete control or I would have wet the seat. I hobbled into the garage only to find it was one unisex toilet that was already occupied. I just had to stand there, legs tight together and a constant grab of my penis through my already wet jeans to prevent a flood. Somehow I held on and managed to let the rest go in the toilet. Managed to get these pictures to record the event! Love pissing myself in the comfort of my own home but not in public!
  10. Hikewne

    The Twelve Fanatics

    Version 3.0.1

    6,278 downloads

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

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  11. BurstingStory

    An Empress' Experience

    (After a little bit of thought, I decided to go ahead and begin writing the idea I had for a Dishonored fanfiction. If there is enough interest, I'll continue writing it.) Standing in her chambers, the former Empress of the Isles, Emily Kaldwin stood around, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Just that same day, she was the proud empress of a powerful kingdom with her Royal Protector and her father, Corvo Attano by her side. However, the day later took a drastic turn for the worst. Her supposed long lost sister Delilah had showed up, along with one of her allies to claim what she felt what was rightfully hers. Despite her best efforts, Delilah managed to trap Corvo in stone, leaving Emily all alone and without any allies. She would have to use her wits and abilities in order to escape from her former home, Dunwall Tower. Emily took a deep breath and collected herself. She quickly made a mental note of things she would have to do. She would have to find a way out of the tower, leave the city, and find a bathroom along the way. Preparing for the day's events, Emily made sure to keep herself hydrated. It would be a long day, and she knew she would have to keep her energy up to last the day's events. She had consumed plenty of water throughout the morning, planning to have a relaxing afternoon afterwards. With everything that was going on, and her necessary escape from the tower, her day would be far from relaxing. Now, Emily was feeling the effects of her water intake. She knew that there was likely no opportunity of using a restroom in a hostile environment, with guards patrolling the premises, with orders to attack her on sight. There were plenty of facilities, but Emily knew that any bathroom in Dunwall Tower was virtually a death sentence due to the loud noise the toilet would create and draw everyone to her position. At the same time, Emily knew she had to escape the tower immediately and she couldn't do that by standing in the chambers all day. She looked at the open window and took a long deep breath. She had to escape, and now was the time to do it. Emily climbed out onto the balcony and looked down. It was a far way down, with no chance of surviving if she fell. She calmly walked on the narrow balcony, careful not to make any sudden movements. With every step, she could feel her bladder twinge slightly, under the tight uniform that she wore. It was becoming quite a distraction, taking away from her mission to escape. However, Emily pushed on and made her way to an empty window. Quickly hopping inside, she noticed the dead guards that were loyal to her, but were slain. However, she noticed one guard still alive and she made her way over to her. "Lady Emily, you're alright, I was worried..." The guard muttered out, clearly wounded pretty badly. "Where's the Royal Protector?" She followed up with, as Emily came closer over towards her. "There's a coup underway, my father is...he's imprisoned for lack of a better word." Emily responded with, looking down at the guard, frowning slightly. "You've got to get out of the Tower, through your safe room. There was a captain, earlier today, down at the docks, looking for the Royal Protector. Find her, get out of Dunwall." The guard spoke calmly, before handing Emily her personal sword, which she held in her hands. She slowly stood up and collected herself. If what the guard said was true, she could have a potential escape down at the docks, which would help her escape the hostile territory that had become of the surroundings. Emily was determined to reach the docks...and to try and not wet herself in the process.
  12. Jailor Eckman

    female Request 017

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Uh oh. It turns out that fresh seafood doesn't really exist in the mountains! Of course, because the rustic resort went all-out on maintaining its traditional, American mountain-living image (or because they just wanted to save a few bucks), they installed only one, single outhouse to service all of its guests. That's really bad news for these two women. Having come up into the range from a state over to attend a meeting about the retreat's quarterly performance, this business woman made the mistake of assuming her company actually cares about its guests bodily needs. A large ice tea for the ride up, several bottles of water during the property tour, and not even a single bathroom-break later, she finally had the opportunity to sneak off to that lonely outhouse... and found it occupied. The bus is leaving soon. Looks like its going to be a fun, bumpy ride back to HQ... Maybe the winner of the lemonade-drinking contest held earlier will have more luck? The person in the outhouse can't be sick forever, right? But, with a half-gallon of pink lemonade running straight through her system, this has become a true battle of attrition... Her kidneys are on overdrive, and her bladder is full. Really full. And each passing second is just another temptation for her to just let go, and experience the unbelievably sweet relief of peeing her pants. But she's 22 years old, and every fiber of her will forbids such embarrassment. She can hold it. This is the request I did for @randomrobot007!
  13. So I had planned on doing one story episode by episode, but I've decided that is too long and complicated for the time being. So I've decided to take scenes from each episode chronologically and write them like that. This content comes from the TV Show mostly because I don't remember the books that well. Anything you recognize is obviously from either George RR Martin, David Benioff, and DB Weiss. There are excerpts taken directly from the script, the rest is whatever artistic twist I've decided to put upon the story. Without further ado: Winter is Coming (Ep1) Pentos Viserys storms into the courtyard toward a young stable hand who pales at his approach and starts fidgeting his hands. After nearly a year of living with the Magister, Viserys tempers tantrums were well known. “Where is my sweet sister?” Viserys seethes venomously, spittle flying despite his clenched teeth. The blood drains from the stable hands face unsure what the correct answer is. He did know where Daenerys was, but he wasn’t sure which answer would cause him the least harm. Seeing Viserys temperament deteriorate by the second he finally blurted out, “With the horses!” The young man cowered as Viserys forcefully grabbed the front of his tunic and brought him in close, “Then get her for me you lout!” and pushed him away so that he sprawled onto the cobblestones. Struggling to get up the stable boy looked fearfully behind his shoulder only to be shouted at “Well hurry up, I certainly am not going to wander into the building with that disgusting horse stench!” The young man sprinted into the stable only to collide into Daenerys causing them both to fall into a heap of hay. “Oh!” The young man hastily helped Daenerys up before mumbling hurriedly, “Your brother is looking for you!” Before he bolted, unsure if Daenerys too had a penchant for violence. “It’s alright! I was just headed to the- never mind,” she called after him, the last part ending in a mumble when he was no where to be found. Daenerys quickly started ruffling the straw out of her hair, not wanting to anger her brother, for she had more pressing matters. So the quicker the interaction the happier she would be. “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you! The Khal wants to meet at sunset and..” as she neared he saw her bedraggled appearance and wrinkled his nose. “And now we need to draw you a bath.” Panic entering his eyes taking note of how low the sun was already, he roughly grabbed her wrist and started shouting for attendants to draw up a bath. “Look what you’ve done,” he rounded on her, “if we’re late we might have just lost the only chance to reclaim my throne!” “I was only just visiting the new foal and..” she cut off at her brother’s livid stare, before he suddenly smiled viciously. “It’s great that you love those filthy animals so much, you’ll be living among them soon enough.” Dany looked distraught as she continued to be roughly led throughout the halls. The jostling and longer strides she had to make were making her distinctly uncomfortable. As they stormed past one part of the manor she had been meaning to visit on her way out of the stables, she yanked her arm out of Viserys grasp. “You’re hurting me!” Whirling around, his eyes visibly seething with anger, he surveyed his sister for the first time that day. While no one had ever accused Viserys of being perceptive and had been known to be observant. Some would say a minor difference, but Dany wished it weren’t so as her eyes shifted between Viserys and the hall they just passed. All the while Viserys soaking in the sight of her body. From her anxious face to her budding breasts, to her fidgety legs. And then he smirked. “You don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?” Dany, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, nervously shook her head and allowed her to be pulled in the direction of the bath house. As they stormed into the room, the bath was only half full of servants scurrying in and out with pales of boiling water methodically pouring it into the pit. “Disrobe.” Viserys commanded of his sister. Flushing in embarrassment she began to strip from her finery. When the last piece pooled onto the floor around her feet, Viserys’ eyes glinted, drinking in the sight. Turning around, he procured a silk dress from a maid standing by the door. “A gift from Illyrio. Touch it. Go on. Feel the fabric.” Dany let the delicate silk run through her fingers. Not seemingly interested at all by the dress, her fidgeting intensified, something not unnoticed by her brother. “Tonight you must look like a princess. And act.” He adds the last bit as a biting remark. “You still slouch. And stop fidgeting!” He ground out, his teeth clenched once more. Once she stopped moving, her thighs instead clenched together, and hands curled up in fists by her side as the sloshing from the bath rang in her ears. “Let them see you have a woman’s body now.” His fingers brushing lightly over her breasts and trailing down towards her swollen bladder. He palmed it and gave it a quick jab, smirking as she yelped, hands leaping to her womanhood. Turning his back, noticing for the first time that the bath was indeed full and that they were finally alone, not that it mattered. Turning back to face her, noticing her chest rising and falling in panic and the faintest glimmer on her thighs, deciding to prolong her agony longer with his diatribe, “Don’t fail me tonight. You don’t want to wake the dragon, do you? Do you? “ “No.” Dany exhaled meekly. Just needing her brother to leave. “Good. When they write the history of my reign, they will say it began tonight.” With that he strode towards the door, before he whirled around once more, catching Dany by surprise as she gripped her womanhood, “I’ll send the slaves in to bathe you. Be sure to wash off that stable stink.” “Oh! And don’t soil the water, we need you smelling fresh,” Viserys stated walking back towards his distraught sister, once again placing a and on her aching bladder. “This better be just as firm when I retrieve you. A princess waits like a proper woman.” He smirked once more before striding out of the bath house, and sending several slaves in. Daenerys collapsed into herself, legs writhing, hands clenched, and toes curled, when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, “Come now, let’s get your washed in and out, quick.” One of the bath slaves told her in a quiet and sympathetic voice. She gingerly led the dribbling girl into the scalding tub. ~~~END~~~ I'll finish off the latter portion of this segment in the next update. And let me know what you think! And what kinds of things you want to see. I've already got the rest of this episode pretty much mapped out, but I'm always welcome to new ideas.
  14. Lisk

    [E]MojiQue

    Version Release

    7,477 downloads

    You play a student called Reguma who wakes up in a strange world filled with monsters. After escaping to the nearest town, you run into one of your classmates, nicknamed Hamuko. For some weird reason, Hamuko has the power to fight the monsters! You travel around with her and battle and meet some other classmates, and team up to try and figure out how to get back to your homeworld! Description shamelessly stolen from Riablog ^_^. Basically, it's this thing, but now it's completely translated and ready to be played by those who couldn't enjoy the original japanese version to the full extent. If you didn't realize it already, this game is made by 青くらげ, the one who made a 210 pages long manga Tokonatsu!Hamuko-chan, which is the longest desperation manga I’ve ever seen so far. If you didn’t see it yet, go and read it right now. Now there is a game centered on the same characters, and even the demo rivals the biggest of currently released games in terms of playtime, diversity of events and – most importantly – custom-made content. So go play it! NOW! System Requirements RPG Maker XP RTP. If you ask me where to get it, I'll kill you redirect you to the frist link Google gives you. Japanese system locale. Last screenshot shows how to set it up. Locale emulators should probably work too.

    Free

  15. OmarashiLover1

    Mojikue v1.4 (full release)

    Version 1.4

    1,050 downloads

    Its finally here! The full release of Mojikue at last. It is untranslated obviously.

    Free

  16. This story takes place while the events of Avengers Infinity War is going on. Captain Marvel had a mission to on the planet Nowhere, the crime rates have gone up since the Guardians Of The Galaxy was there. Carol wanted to change that, it is why she has been flying there, now her quest begins. She just made it but earlier she drank a lot of water and now she has to pee. Carol hoped that she could make it, she doesn’t like peeing herself as normal girl but it’s because she takes her job to seriously and doesn’t to be know as a little girl that wet herself, she’s also very powerful and being that strong and doesn’t want to fetish in front of strength. Now the Captain’s urge was becoming worse she could focus properly but she did manage to make it to Nowhere without any leaks. Marvel didn’t care about her mission she was so desperate now that she could wet herself in catching a thief or criminal, now that would be embarrassing for her but hot for the crooks. Nowhere’s public bathrooms are disgusting they are not cleaned and there’s always old diapers laying on the ground, that’s what the ladies toilets look but she never ever gone to the men’s in desperation if there’s no more room in the girl’s. She didn’t want to use the public restrooms because there filthy dirty, she thought to herself were would she be sleeping. She thought that she would buy a room in the best hotel in Nowhere. She ran in and luckily she didn’t have to wait, the lady who was serving her was amazed that the gorgeous Captain Marvel has entered. “Captain Marvel big fan what would you like?” “I’ll take the suite, please.” “The $1200 one?” “Yeah that one, oh wait I didn’t bring my wallet.” “Don’t worry I almost forgot that if you are a superhero you don’t pay for a room.” Carol gave her a smile and she wasn’t taking notice of her urge to pee. Just then the desperation kick in she was at the limit and if she didn’t go now then she would have an accident. She takes the keys and get in the lift and there is no one in there so Carol grabs her crotch like a little girl she is in dire need of a toilet. The lift gets to the third floor and must find room 2018 and she does she unlocks it and rushes to the bathroom. She is now frustrated that she can’t take off her suite the zipper at the back is stuck and just had a small leakage in her white panties. “Fuck! I’m already peeing myself.” She moans and groans for a bit the zipper moved a bit but enough for her to take it off. She feels another squirt of pee coming out she starts crying she’s not going to make it. She has to accept that she’s not gonna make it. She then starts peeing the rapid force that coming out is so warm and her crying stops, it looks like she’s enjoying it. Her whole pants has a nice big pee stain on it and probably her panties would be soaked, she didn’t bring spare clothes so she had wash it or be nude under her suit. She stopped peeing and loved it. She did not know why she didn’t like it at first, now she actually could take it off her zipper needs fixing and she went to the bed and was laying on it naked. She was very tired from yesterday when this guy only came robbing at night and at 11:00 o’clock she got him and took her 2 hours to get back to her ship, so Carol fell asleep on her bed. To Be Continued... To
  17. The girl in this video portrays some of the best desperation I've laid my eyes on. Her squirming, holding and moaning is just spot on. It was posted from an unknown user, meaning that there's two options. 1) Some shmuck stole it and uploaded it. 2) This was a one time thing for her that she doesn't plan to repeat. If anyone has info on this, I woulf love to know.
  18. Have you ever wanted to know how badly others have to pee? Tim has. Chapter 1. The bus pulled up outside the college, and Tim got on. It wasn’t an actual school bus, but a public one, and he made his way towards a seat at the back. The school was the first stop from the depot, and therefore empty, and he had no trouble getting a rear seat, but one that had a good forward view. The ride home was almost an hour long, so a good seat was important. He could of always driven his car of course, but with his student concession the bus was much, much cheaper, not to mention the fact that the ride home gave him ample time to indulge in his favourite game, watching for pee desperation. Tim considered himself a professional voyeur, a true connoisseur of all things desperation related, and was proud of being able to spot a potty dance in a crowded room from afar. He had a mild need to go himself, a need which would be much stronger by the time he got home, especially if he managed to drink the rest of his water bottle as planned, which would lead to some fun private time once he was alone. He really enjoyed the feeling of holding onto his own pee, while keeping an Eagle eye out for random strangers that might also be feeling the need for relief. They weren’t all random strangers though. There was a particular person of interest that he saw on the same bus virtually everyday, a true Goddess, one that he had many fantasies about, who he was sure was quite desperate on a daily basis. But her stop wasn’t for a few miles yet, so he had lots of time to sip his water, and survey the passengers who were slowly filling the bus in front of him. He put his earphones in, but turned the volume on his phone down low, so he could only just hear the music. The earphones were more to discourage any attempts at mundane conversation that any of the other students might attempt to start. His attention drifted around the passengers. A girl with black hair was sitting with her legs tightly crossed. He watched her briefly, but decided she didn’t need to pee, but was trying to avoid contact with the fat man she sat beside. At the next stop, more passengers got on, this time not college students. A young woman in her late twenties looked like a possibility, but he couldn’t be sure. A young boy with her made a quick squeeze at the crotch of his shorts, but it was only a quick one, and he wasn’t squirming. The middle aged man in the suit looked a bit fidgety, and swapped his briefcase from side to side, but Tim thought he was probably just getting tired of holding it. As the trip progressed, the passenger rotation continued. At first, for every one who got off, two new ones took their place. Soon, the seats we’re almost full, and more people were standing. This was another benefit of sitting towards the back, he’d be less likely to have to give up his seat for an older person. He continued to drink from his bottle, enjoying how the motion of the bus was accelerating his own need to pee. It certainly wasn’t at all urgent yet, but it was starting to become noticeable. He hoped that he would be reasonably desperate by the time he arrived home. The jeans he was wearing would be a fantastic thing to pee in. He knew this from past experience. Tim loved wetting his pants, and he loved wearing diapers as well, but he didn’t get a lot of opportunity to do so. Because he lived with his parents and older sister, the alone time required to comfortably wet oneself, then discretely do the laundry, or safely dispose of a wet diaper, was limited. But, today was Friday. His parents were away for the weekend, and his sister was going out tonight, staying at a friends place and going clubbing, so 18 year old Tim would have the house to himself! He planned to start off with soaking the jeans he was wearing, then settling in for some hard core gaming, drinking beer and wearing a big adult diaper. No doubt he’d do an online search for pee desperation as well. Maybe wet his nappy as he watched girls go in their pants. It certainly didn’t get much better than that! So far, this bus trip was proving fruitless. The dark haired girl disembarked, and the man with the briefcase took the seat. The little boy seemed restless, but was probably just bored. Another older lady, standing towards the front, shifted her weight from one leg to the other, but that wasn’t much of a tell. For the thousandth time, he really wished he could read peoples minds! Oh to have the power to see inside a persons head, and to see if they were truly desperate or not, to know if they were going to wet their pants! He was shaken from his daydream as he recognised the bus stop that they were pulling up at. This was HER stop, and yes! She was here. Sinead. He knew her name from reading it on the tag of her laptop bag, and hearing her friends talk to her. Sinead was Irish. Pale skin, long auburn hair, and a few freckles on her pert little nose. She was tall-ish, maybe 5’10, with a generous set of breasts, and an ass that men would happily fight over. She was always happy it seemed. Always smiling. Always laughing at something, and she had the cutest accent in the whole world. But as usual, Tim thought that she needed to pee. He knew it was a possibility that she was like him, and enjoyed holding on. Or perhaps she didn’t like using the bathroom at her school. Maybe she didn’t have time to go before the bus arrived. It could be a number of reasons, but whatever it was, it was a regular occurrence, he was sure. Today, Sinead was wearing skin tight pink jeans. Her glorious backside highlighted in tight pink denim, with no visible panty line showing at all. Tim decided she was probably wearing a thong, and it was pulled right against her quivering sex, and he felt himself begin to stir within his pants. He watched her closely. As usual, she kept bouncing around, keeping her thighs pressed tightly together, but talking and laughing with her friends at the same time. She was probably around 20, the same age as his sister, and he had often wondered if they perhaps knew each other. As he observed, she crossed one foot over the other, and reached around behind herself, to gently tug at her jeans under her magnificent backside. At one point she laughed, and even hunched slightly forwards as she did so. She was like this every. single. time Tim saw her, and he just knew that she was riding the bus with a full bladder every day. His mind swum with possibilities, like it always did when he saw her. What if there was a breakdown? An accident? Terrorist attack? What if she simply misjudged her need one day? What if she lost control and wet herself? The thought of her bright pink jeans, getting darker and wetter as she squirmed uncontrollably was the hottest thing in the world! Tim’s dick went rock hard, and he felt a little wet spot of pre-cum on his boxer briefs. He hunched forward, pretending to be scrolling through his playlist, just to hide the tent in his trousers, but his eyes never left her butt. Oh how magnificent it would be to see her wet her pants! The ride continued, and for awhile Tim’s view of Sinead was blocked by other passengers. After awhile, his erection subsided, and he could sit back again, and drink more water. The sticky spot on his underwear felt nice, like a little pee spot, and he wished that he could give it a good, hard rub. All too soon and it was his dream girls time to get off the bus, not all that far from his stop actually. As usual, he had a vague thought about perhaps getting off here and following her, but he knew that was getting a bit creepy. Besides, it wouldn’t accomplish anything. She was older, prettier, and much more popular than he would ever be, and there was no chance at all that she would ever talk to him. He gloomily watched on as she alighted from the bus, and walked away up the street with her friends. But as the bus pulled away, he did a quick double take! Was that a small wet spot on her bottom?? Or a shadow? No. No. No. How could this possibly happen? Had she leaked, or was it a trick of the light? He felt like he had to know! Tim briefly considered getting off at the next stop and walking back, but he had no idea where she might be. Even if he found her, he couldn’t exactly just follow her and stare at her butt. Besides, his own need to pee was getting progressively stronger. He let the person sitting beside him out, then slumped dejectedly back into his seat. Had Sinead just leaked? He’d never know. He sighed softly. “If only I could read people’s minds...” he thought ruefully to himself.
  19. I was searching around a few keywords on google yesterdat, and I was pleasantly surprised with this find. Plot goes roughly like this: a bunch of friends are having a lot of food and drinks, and the bear excuses himself; soon another one has to go, but finds the bathroom closed, and waits for his turn. And so, a line is formed as everyone wants to go but the bear doesn't come out...
  20. Alex Oxford

    Other Cam Models?

    Hi everyone, For a minute now there has been a thread for a a cam girl, and several other models have been mentioned in that thread. However, due to the nature of the thread, and some of the rules imposed by moderators, the links and references to other models were removed, which I perfectly understand. However, I still remain curious has to who these other cam models are. Are there other cam models that are willing to do omo content? And if so, who? While I understand there may be rules that apply to this request, as there were before due to the issues that came up, I think it would be great to know the other individuals in the industry that are willing to put omo content on their shows. I'm definitely interested in knowing who else is out there, and if the other thread was not appropriate for mentioning them, perhaps this one will be, as long as there are no objections :)
  21. Another story about Astrid! The sun was rising in Berk. Astrid woke up, with very full bladder. She had a dream, where she was very desperated. Astrid quickly put on her aqua shirt, spiky-skirt, white panties and boots. She was heading to toilet, holding her crotch tightly when someone knocked on the door. Astrid decided that she can hold it, so she opened the door. It was Hiccup. - Hi Astrid. - He said. - Hi, what makes you come to me so early? - She asked him. - Oh, just to talk about few things. Can I come in? - Said Hiccup. - Yeah, of course! - Said Astrid, and let HIccup enter. They sat on bed, Astrid with tightly crossed legs. - So, we're going to get back to that cave on the island with Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut and Fishlegs. - Said Hiccup. - Which island? - Astrid asked. - The one where you know, you peed yourself. - Said Hiccup. Astrid instanly blushed and put her hand into panties to hold her crotch more tightly. Hiccup noticed that. - Uh, you haven't gone to toilet yet? - He asked her. - I meant to go when you knocked on the door. - She said. - Oh, maybe you'll go now? - Said Hiccup. - Yeah, I'll go... - She said and tried to stand up. She instantly leaked few droplets. - I'll not make it! - She screamed. - Wait, I'll get some bucket! Hold it! - Said Hiccup and quickly got some bucked which was nearby, and placed it next to Astrid, who was only in her panties now. - Quickly, get my panties off! If I stop holding my crotch I'll pee myself! - She said loudly. Hiccup quickly done what Astrid wanted. She quickly squatted above bucket with spreaden legs and began peeing. Hiccup was watching her with one eye, predenting that he is not watching her. - You helped me, you can watch me. You saw me wetting myself already. - Said Astrid. After 1 minute she finished peeing. - Thank you. - She said, and hugged Hiccup still without panties. - Oh, I forgot - Said Astrid and put on her panties and skirt. - You know, that was cool - Said Hiccup. - Seeing you peeing kinda turns me on - He said. - Maybe I'll hold it for the whole journey? - She suggested. - It also turns me on. - She said with cute smile. - Okay, if you want to you can do it - Said Hiccup. To be continued... (There'll be 1 more part of this story)
  22. A bunch of us where driving home from a bar. Before we left, one female complained about having to pee badly. The driver offered to stop, as the bar had a bathroom she could use. The female said no—that she would be fine. She was getting dropped off second, about twenty minutes away. After about five minutes, she asked the driver to be careful not to hit any potholes or she may loose it. From then on, there was some playfully teasing her before we arrived at the first drop off spot. There, this female still didn’t want to go, even though the friend offered to allow her to use their bathroom. By the time we arrived at her house (luckily my location was after), she was exhibiting tell-tale desperation signs any moo veteran would notice. She was fidgety and couldn’t work straight, seemingly attempting to not grab her crotch. Unfortunately, once she entered her house we pulled away. I wish I’d been able to delay her return slightly, so that she may have not made it to the bathroom (even if I could I actually wouldn’t—just fantasizing about her not making it). It was a fun drive.
  23. The past few days have been an utterly omo-filled blissful hell. Forgive my crudeness, but at the moment I can find no other way to describe it. As I write, my bladder and lower regions are aching from overuse, begging for rest. Given the events of the story I am about to tell that took place over the course of one day, as well as one story yet untold, I think the best course of action for me would be to listen to the pleading of my body. For now, I provide for your reading pleasure, three holds and a hen. Part 1: Too close! It started out as a typical work day, typing, updating documents, practically inhaling hot tea to try to wake me up as I don't quite have a taste for coffee, and indulging in a certain website where an entire community shared a deep interest of mine particularly close to my heart. And perhaps some other regions. Such tales with which these people have regaled me inspired me to do similarly, and I must confess I had been especially inspired by a certain kind of abdominal protrusion. Despite my hot tea and hourly hydration promise to myself to make up for missed sleep, I resolved not to use the restroom at work until lunchtime. (It was 10 AM. I took lunch at 1) Doing so especially without asking would have severe consequences if the phone rang at all during that time and I was not there to pick it up. Three strikes, and you're out, babe. That must have happened about once or twice. It's for this reason I'm normally reluctant to use the restroom in the first place, but this time was different. This time, there was resolve. This time, there was determination. This time, my bladder said, "Nuh-uh, missy!" and seized up scarcely before an hour had passed. You may have seen some of this in the live-action thread, but strangely enough, while I certainly appreciated it, the encouragement did the opposite for me. Just being on the site was absolute psychological torment, and the encouragement I interpreted as dismissive at the time only made me jam my foot under me tighter. The way I sit at my desk, I usually keep one foot tucked under me out of habit, but this time, I kept it tightly packed against me out of necessity. This does work for a little while, but it doesn't take long for my foot to hurt or fall asleep, and in this state, with hot tea and water already at their penultimate destination... the foot had long since stopped helping. I have heard somewhere that memory and concentration are increased when one is in such a state. But I haven't found that to be the case at all. My brain was in such a fog-filled, addled condition that I thought to myself, "maybe if I just leak a tiny bit into my panties, it'll help me hold on." It was an enormously easy task, barring the mental panic that set in right as the initial droplets were on the verge of egress. BAD. IDEA. The moment I released what I thought was a few drops, I felt a moist patch of warmth spreading between my legs. I slammed the brakes on myself, using a hand this time to staunch the flow despite the camera on the ceiling of which I'm always paranoid. This wasn't the place to inspect any damage, but while I clutched myself I could feel the preemptive heat in my pants that serves as the harbinger for desperate moisture. Too close. My pants were safe, and so was my chair. Now, the chair was off-limits and simply had to stay dry at any cost. You see, this chair is an office chair with fabric on it instead of a flat bottom, so it would have been darn near impossible to clean up. Not to mention somebody else sits here when I'm gone. In order to preserve the fragile state of both my clothing and the chair, I decided to get up, the resulting spasm setting in as I doubled over and battled myself to not clutch myself with my hands in front of the camera. I called for my coworker to watch the phones, but of course, at this time... no one answered. Not another second passed without me wiggling, clamping, gritting my teeth, and jamming my foot in between, doing everything in my power to help except what I desperately needed to do. Meanwhile I heard her cheerily talking to another co-worker in the hallway. This spark of indignation ignited my need anew, and I took the risk and bolted to the bathroom, spitefully striding past her in the process. Not much damage there, nothing of note, and the relief as everything spilled into plumbing and oblivion was heavily tainted by disappointment. How had I not managed to hold for even an hour? This was truly unacceptable. So what was I to do but try again? Part 2: property damage My lunchtime is a time of respite. It is more than food. It is a time to replenish myself and get ready to keep going for four more hours. And I did just that. Within reason, of course. I didn't drink any more than I normally would, and I could freely use the bathroom at this time. I decided to use this time to give my body a bit of rest, but somewhere around the 2 or 3 o'clock mark, I started to feel brave again. At that time, I decided that I wouldn't go again until I got home. Work lets out at 5, and it usually takes me a half an hour to get home unless I have other tasks, like filling up my car. It wasn't a long time, and I had been excusing myself as often as I needed, whenever the need came up, so it should have been a fairly easy task. But fate had other plans. An aside: I kept my boyfriend updated on all of this. Technically he actually doesn't share this particular interest, but he's so incredibly supportive that it almost feels like he does. It was at the tail end of his lunch break and he asked me if I was okay. I told him yes, and although I don't usually like to use this notation, I told him I was at a solid 2. Off he went. NOT TEN MINUTES LATER I was back to withholding a flood, trembling and scarcely able to focus on my tasks at work. I couldn't write without feeling the pressure of several cinderblocks on my lower abdomen, and, although this might not have been true, it felt as though the foot tightly jammed in my crotch was the only barrier between the veritable ocean inside of me and its flooding. I really couldn't understand why. I knew my bladder was tiny, but I didn't expect it to be that tiny. How on Earth could I achieve a bulge when I went from a normal, working girl, to a shattered, desperate mess in the span of a few minutes?! Later I would learn that what I had been doing was actually a tactic known as rapid desperation. Apparently, if you go as often as you need to, and then stop all of a sudden, a merciless wave would strike with less warning than a snake in hiding. But that would be later. Now, I was in quite a predicament, and struggled to do some work. Sweat crawled down my face as I panted with the effort to keep it all in, making a mental change in the rules I had set. Just two more documents to finish, and one flash card for later. Then I could go. The words on my computer screen swam before my eyes and ceased to provide meaning. I briefly wondered how I looked on camera, and I desperately knew I needed to escape sometime soon. Since the only possible out lay in my work, I redoubled my efforts to concentrate. I leaned forward toward the computer, make my hips rise ever-so-slightly off of my tightly wedged foot. Big mistake. My body took my learning forward as a green light to release all it had in full force and in as little time as possible. I'm not going to lie, I actually yelped as I slammed myself back down onto my foot. The pained protests from that poor foot were nothing compared to the sheer panic and question of how much damage I caused raging around in my head. Screw my own stupid rules. Screw the camera. I needed to get out of there right that second! My shaky hand shot out toward the phone, and I dialed my co-worker's extension for help. I opened my mouth to express that I needed to step away from the desk, but the tinkling of a bell, and the door opening stopped me in my tracks. I froze and looked up to see two repairmen, who had been scheduled to fix a leak. I wish I was joking. I really, REALLY wish I was joking. While I talked to get them to the right place, I was extremely aware of everything I did. My pained facial expressions, the sweat gently sliding down my face, my hips wiggling across my foot in lieu of using my hands, my shaking voice, and especially the soaked state of my panties. The presence of people around seemed to make my skin that much more receptive, and every layer, wet and dry, my foot...I could practically feel it in every skin cell in the area as I squirmed and continued to struggle not to lose control in front of perfect strangers-- and in a professional setting, no less! As I spoke to them to get them on their way, all I could think was, "Please.... please no." After contacting the person they needed to speak to, I frantically dialed my co-worker and again struggled to keep my voice steady. It took every ounce of strength I had and more to hobble to the bathroom and meet with absolutely glorious relief. Calling the stream a stream would not do it justice in the slightest. No sooner had my panties dropped than I gracelessly spurted, the waterfall splashing every which way as I grew weak from the deed and the sweat on my face and neck dried cold. When I got back to my desk, the repairmen were long gone. Instead, what I saw was the chair, swiveled toward the door, in full view of anybody who would pass by. There, on the fabric seat, was a darkened splotch about the size of my palm. My stomach dropped. How was I going to explain anything? How was I going to sit there again? Luckily, by this point, my work day was about to end. I quickly closed up shop, got as much of the stain out as I could, and sprayed it with Febreze. It was right then and there in my shame that I decided that that was enough holding for quite some time. That said, it's amazing how quickly some circumstances can change. Part 3: Christmas dinner Here's a tiny bit of context for you. I live somewhere that just barely toes the line between the suburbs and the country, on an extremely small farm. That means there's always work to be done after my work day is over. What I had not known was that we were running low on groceries, and my entire family would go as a team effort, but I would have to stay behind and take care of the animals. It was an extremely rare opportunity that comes twice a a year at best. I could do all my tasks, take a little time for myself and render my dress and leggings unsalvageable, then toss it all in the laundry before they came back. I wasn't a fool. I was going to take it. I wrote a list of all the tasks on a chalkboard, timing myself and my small but rapid water intake, refusing to even look at the small bathroom conveniently located very close to outside. With my muscles in the area badly weakened from earlier that day, I didn't have long to wait until I started to feel a significant amount of pressure. This particular hold had something that the other holds did not--movement. Honestly, it really helped. With how busy I was with cooking, cleaning, and taking care of all of our different animals, sometimes I was actually able to forget how badly I needed to go. Until I bent over to lift the bucket of chicken feed only to have my bladder give me a little surprise party and twist itself, making me shove my knees together in protest. My eyes flickered toward the entrance of of the house, where I knew there was a bathroom extremely close by. But no. I just had to be strong. The property is somewhat close to two other houses, whose occupants would definitely notice something off about just how fidgety I was as I was feeding the chickens. Okay, most of the chickens. Some of our chickens have to be kept separate because they're younger, until night falls and then they go in a special little house where they can be safe. They eat a little earlier too. I had finished with most of what I needed to do. The excitement was mounting with my need, and for the third time that day, I felt my poor panties dampen. Looking back, I honestly couldn't tell you what it was. The voices of my family were still nearby, so I absolutely could not even provide myself a tiny bit of relief. For the third time that day, I had to internally wrestle with my body, denying myself the release it so badly craved. All while keeping my cool and doing my chores. At long last, I heard the car pull away, and the sound alone made my muscles contract, with only my garden glove standing in the way of me making a huge mess on the grass in potential full view of my neighbors. It took several trembling seconds before I regained enough composure to move my hand and continue. My glove came away wet. I was running out of time. Thankfully, only one task stood between me and wetting freedom: Putting the younger chickens in their house for the night. For some reason, all the chickens that are young are skittish, and I tried to calmly talk to them, holding myself with one hand, and each chicken with the other. It would take longer, but I wanted this last splash of the day to be the biggest one yet. I wasn't going to let myself leak a little by holding two chickens at once. It was getting dark out, so I didn't think anybody would see me. My heart and nether regions pounded as I returned to take the last chicken home. This was it. This last chicken, Chickira, I knew to be especially skittish, so I ended up using both hands to catch her. Without a hand to stop myself, each trembling step yielded a few more drops, but I wasn't worried as I was going to soak the darn thing anyway, and it didn't show through my dress. My family was out on errands, and my neighbors wouldn't notice. Everything was going smoothly. Until Chickira decided enough was enough and beat her wings hard enough to rival a hurricane, slipping out of my grip and making a mad dash for the wild. My heart stopped. My bladder started. I really did not want to lose this precious bird! She was always nervous, but she was a pet. I called out as loud as I could, just barely remembering to hold myself in time. Suddenly I didn't think I was in for a night of wet fun anymore. My hope slipped away with that chicken, and with it, a large chunk of my resolve as fear took over. My leggings were instantly soaked, but thankfully not enough to seep into my favorite boots. I continued to hold, barely, still fighting to contain myself even with the host of uncertainties thrown into the plan. But that did not matter in the slightest. "Chickira!" I called out again, following her into a patch of very tall bushes which I knew to be infested with all sorts of bugs and spiders. Remember when I said movement helped with the hold? Let me clarify a little bit. Slow, deliberate movement, meant to keep the area busy-- that's why it's more doable when you're walking. But when you're running, bending, bursting, and desperate to save a life that is absolutely terrified of you-- Every erratic movement is a punch in the gut. Every spurt was unasked for, and unexpected. I kept circling and plowing through the bushes, begging the frightened bird, "please...you have to come home..." Many questions swarmed my mind while I was chasing Chickira and steadily flooding my dress--dark stains were evident on the front and back already--Would a neighbor hear me and come out and help me? What would they think about seeing me in such a terrible state? Would I have to call my parents and get them home faster? How could I avoid them seeing me like this? I need help... How can I get it? I really can't hold it anymore... With that last thought, the two holds earlier that day, the numerous tiny cups of water and tea that I had a drunk while doing my other chores, the fear of people I knew sticking their heads out the window and seeing me so utterly drenched, the fear of losing the bird, and worst of all, the fear of my family coming back early...it was all, suddenly, too much. My trembling muscles finally gave out and I stood there, staring, like a small child, at school, at the streams cascading down my leggings, the wet patches creeping further and further outward, and my clothing becoming dark and shiny with new, rapid moisture, with my hands and skirt receiving no mercy from the torrent as I made one final futile effort to keep everything inside. Forgetting about the chicken for a moment, I was transfixed by the scene unfolding not before me, but on me. Panting with the borderline-orgasmic sensations seeping into my innermost being, I sank to the grass and threw my head back in simultaneous bliss and horror, wanting to cry for losing control in such a shameful manner outside and not in the privacy and safety of the shower like I'd wanted. When my body finished racking itself with pulses of relief, I looked down at the puddle around me that would make a flash flood flash yellow with envy. I did end up calling my parents, and I did end up chasing the chicken around in prickling wet leggings and soggy, squishy boots, and utilized my family's idea of using a pool net to catch her. After crawling and running through the mud and bushes and lunging and doing all sorts of things one normally doesn't do when wet clothes begin to dry and chafe...Chickira was in the net, and safely home. And then the car pulled in. A jackrabbit could not have sprinted into the house, up the stairs, and to the laundry room as fast as I did, where I stripped every bit of wet clothing off, toweled myself dry, threw on an old house dress and went down to greet my family. I told them I needed time to be alone and they understood. I don't think they found out unless they looked in the direction of the coop and saw an unusually dark patch of dirt. Maybe...maybe a very large stray dog wandered through the area. Yes. That would be a good alibi. I spent the rest of the evening holed up in my room, too aroused to face my family again, too ashamed to do anything about it. Now, you may be wondering, the thread title is "Omorashi Doujin Gone Wrong," but this is all standard stuff! Where does it go wrong?" It goes wrong in that the story does have a happy ending with a Boyfriend ex Machina. The fact that I completely and mercilessly soaked myself when I didn't intend to--it didn't faze him in the slightest. All in all, it was a pretty lovely night. And that chicken's name has officially been changed to Christmas Dinner. Afterword: I have one picture from these stories. The one from part 2. I'd have loved to have taken a picture from Part 3 just to show how much and how MUCH I went, but circumstances did not permit this. Bonus: the blue ones were taken today, over the course of writing this. I suppose despite the recency of the occurrence, my body knows just how to react to it. NOTE: My phone is not allowing me to upload them now, but I will keep trying!
  24. Princess Shuri lay fast asleep in her bed in the Royal Palace of Wakanda. She slept there in her satin pyjamas, she was dreaming about her friend Peter Parker. He is her best friend and in the dream he was kissing her and all very bizarre things to her, that he wouldn’t do to her maybe she was dreaming how she wants her future to be like. And then she had the most weirdest thing she ever dreamed about, she was in the entertainment room in the palace and with Peter. Him and her were watching a movie together and it was a scary movie, she didn’t know what one it was maybe it was IT or something. Anyway she got very scared in one particular scene and ended her fear wetting herself and while she was wetting herself Peter couldn’t help but stare at her pee running down her legs of her jeans. Shuri woke up she realised it was a dream but she did get turned on by the dream as she would love to be Peter’s girlfriend. Shuri went back to sleep and she shifted in position. Her hand was now under the bed where her crotch is and was about to give herself an orgasm, but then felt the crotch of her pjs were wet. She must’ve been desperate to pee while sleeping and then had a dream about it. She got up, she tried not to scream as it was 6:00 already. There was a huge stain on her pjs and the bed, she couldn’t believe how she wet the bed and had an accident like baby, she just couldn’t believe it. She took off her wet pjs and went back to sleep naked and hoped she would wake up before her brother so she could hide her accident from him.
  25. nooneko

    First time I peed myself

    Today I was so busy so I can’t do my pee challenge. So I will just share the first time I peed myself here. Sorry for the bad grammar. _______________ I was about 10 years old. Me and classmates had to sleep (like take a nap after lunch) at school. I just done with my lunch, got some foods and milk, I also drank a lot of water before because it was really hot that day. I haven’t pee the hold morning, I hated the toilets at my old primary school, it’s dirty and don’t even have doors. So that I was never wanting to pee at school. But that day, because it was so hot then I forgot the true is... water will make me have to pee. And yes... I REALLY need to pee. I lied on the same bed with my classmates, that was a big beg, enough for 5 kids to sleep in. I was at the end of the bed. Everything I did was holding my crotch with both hands. So horrible. My friends were all sleep but me kept shaking to try to hold in. It was like 9/10. I couldn’t even sit up. Just hold and hold. Then, I just took my coat, tried to put it right between my crotch to hold but... I peed. I peed on my coat... about 5 seconds and I just tried so hard to stop it. My old school uniform is blouse and skirts so it hard to saw what I was doing at that time. I took out the coat and hold my pee with one hand. Other, I tried to find something else that I can pee in. And guess what... a water bottle of someone need me. It still has 1/3 water in it but.... I had no choice. I tried to get out of the bed, that was a hard time. I dropped about 2 seconds but lucky that I stopped it. Then I took off my panties and started to pee in the water bottle. The stream was fucking hard and it made big pee noise. But I was fine, my classmates were still all sleeping. There were about 20 people in the room ( my bed in the end of the room). The bottle was full but my pee still a lot and kept coming of so hard, I tried so bad to hold in and I did it. I cleaned up some pee on the floor with my panties and coat, then I went out to throw the pee bottle. The pressure was less than before but still.... I needed to pee so bad. I threw the bottle and went to the school backyard. No people in there. And I just lost control and let it go. The rest of the day, i studied at school like normal but no panties. And... nobody found out that I peed in class. That was the first time I peed myself outside... not in the toilet. So panic but I didn’t know why I thought it was so cool and I always want to pee myself after that event.