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  1. I never saved it because I was sure it would be up on Pornhub, etc. forever. How wrong I was http://mg256.ru/too/1378237-mdh_another_pee_in_kitchen ^^ screenshot but doesn't play Anyone have the mp4? Much karma for you. Such a hot one. Thanks Team Omo, CreativePup
  2. Journey to Arnwick

    Hello, everyone, I have a new story. This one's gonna be a bit different from my usual ones, and is much slower paced than the others. This first chapter contains desperation and fear wetting, but later ones will involve messing as well. Any feedback is always appreciated, and I hope you guys enjoy. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “So this path here will get us there faster?” Hazel asked. “Faster than most,” Alma replied. Their horse-drawn carriage rattled along the cobblestone path. The old, rickety wheels squeaking in protest at the movement. Hazel’s eyes scanned the treeline surrounding them. Tall oak trees surrounded them, creating an almost impenetrable-looking forest wall. Hazel’s heart skipped a beat as a sudden bout of claustrophobia surged through her. “... And, where did you learn about this path?” Hazel continued her questioning, still staring off into the forest. “At the tavern, just before we left Westacre,” Alma pointed her thumb behind them, gesturing to the town they’d set out from earlier that day, “A traveler recommended this road, said it would get us over to Arnwick twice as fast as any other path,”. “Did he perhaps mention if this path was… safe?” Hazel managed to keep most of her concern out of her voice, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with this place. “Most paths aren’t,” Alma answered flatly. While her left hand continued to clutch the reins, her right one hoisted up her elegant crossbow, “That is why I’m carrying this,” Hazel’s eyes fell to the quiver that was full almost to bursting with crossbow bolts. What little daylight remained danced off the silver heads of the bolts. Silver, she thought, so she’s expecting more than just wolves. Alma turned her head slightly, just enough to glance at Hazel, her expressionless face changed to a calm smile, “I do this sort of thing for a living, Hazy. I haven’t been killed yet, and I’m sure as hell not gonna let you get killed on your first outing” Hazel looked into Alma’s pale blue eyes, and she believed her. Alma had been a hunter for many years, and she was damn good at it. She had also once been Hazel’s best and closest friend, until circumstance had driven them apart six years ago. Only two weeks ago had the two rekindled their friendship. Hazel had expected the two would practically be strangers after so much time apart, but the moment they started talking, it was as though they hadn’t been apart for more than a day. Hazel was further comforted as she inspected her friend’s apparel and equipment. The differences in their career choices were evident just from a single glance. Alma wore a black, wide-brimmed hat, a dark brown leather coat that reached halfway down her thighs, a crimson shirt, and black pants. A cross necklace dangled near her modest breasts. Years-old scrapes, tears, and claw marks dotted her coat. More than a few knives were sheathed on her belt. And Hazel knew that, though Alma’s clothes hid them, her physique was nothing to scoff at. Her brown hair was pulled into a loose bun behind, leaving some strands free, and allowing for a clear view of her hardened facial features, which had been slightly tanned from her time in the sun. She looked every bit the demon-killer that she was. Hazel, by comparison, looked frightfully plain. Almost ironically memorable by virtue of being so forgettable. At least, by her own judgment- Alma and several others had insisted that she was being too hard on herself, but Hazel was unconvinced. Her blonde hair hung just past her shoulders, whipping ceaselessly about in the wind. She had the clean, unmarred face and hands of someone who’d never had to struggle for much. Her bright, green eyes stood out against the paleness of her face. Her small frame was covered by a dark red dress with black adorning its edges. It was old enough that she didn’t mind it getting dirty, and loose enough that she could run easily if she had to. She was nearly twenty-four years old, yet she still had an air of almost childlike innocence about her. Issues of her own confidence aside, she was reassured by her friend’s presence. Alma was the type of person to rise to any challenge, who would face any foe and not back down. Hazel felt that she, herself, was more the type to piss herself and hide if things got truly dangerous. Speaking of pissing, Hazel was beginning to feel the urge to relieve herself. She wondered how Alma handled this when she was out here, all alone. Surely, she couldn’t just stop a hunt, or leave her client behind to go water the grass. Did she just have to hold it? What did she do once she just… couldn’t anymore? Hazel chuckled lightly at the thought of this brave monster hunter having to wet her pants, then continue her job like nothing happened. What if she had to do worse? At any rate, she didn’t want to force Alma to stop the carriage for her, so she kept her mouth shut for the moment. To distract herself from her growing needs, she thought back to her home that she was leaving behind in Westacre. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d ventured beyond the boundaries of her home town. But monster attacks had reduced the traders and caravans coming in to a trickle, and she worried that the town would soon be dried up. It was a stroke of luck that she had reacquainted with Alma, who was extremely well-versed in braving the wilderness. The two agreed upon a plan to travel to Arnwick, a popular town that wasn't going away any time soon. She envisioned the lovely shop she would own in Arnwick, getting to know the new people, getting to try all the local flavors. It was a trivial thing to be excited over, but she was excited nonetheless. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Night had come. The two had made camp just off the road. Almost immediately, Alma had made a ring of salt around the camp. When Hazel had asked why, Alma answered that it would keep the beasts away, otherwise something would likely attack them in the night. Her answer had been quick and to-the-point, but it was nonetheless enough to frighten Hazel into holding her urine even longer. She didn’t wish to venture past the salt-line and into the dangerous woods to relieve herself, but she also didn’t wish to piss on the ground right in front of her old friend. So it was that she came to be inside of their tent with Alma sleeping soundly beside her. Hazel, however, was not asleep. She was lying on her side with both of her hands pressed into her womanhood. Her mind was racing as she weighed her options. She was mere moments from completely pissing herself and, at this distance, pissing on Alma as well. She really didn’t want to do that, but if she just peed outside the tent, Alma could wake up and find her in the middle of the act. And, of course, to venture beyond the salt-line… Of her three options, two were utterly humiliating, and one was potentially deadly. A quick psssshhh sound, accompanied by a sudden warmth at her crotch and on her hands made her blood run cold. She had just peed a little. She had to make up her mind quickly, or else her body would happily decide for her. She groaned internally, before forcing herself to rise, and walk outside the tent. She held herself tightly through her short, white nightgown, yet even so, every step threatened to be her last dry one. She hitched up the hem of her gown, and hooked her thumbs into her panties, preparing to lower them. Glancing back, she noticed Alma stirring slightly in her sleep. She would surely awaken at the noise that Hazel would make. Another quick spurt escaped from her, warming her groin once more. This time, however, she could feel a bead of wetness trickling down her right thigh. Groaning aloud this time, she moved for the salt-line. I just need a minute- less really! She thought, with great desperation, Just need to find a tree, empty myself, and come back, nice and simple! Once she was far away enough that she was sure Alma would not hear her urinating, she lowered her panties and squatted. Her body didn’t need any convincing to release its pent-up liquids. She sighed with deep, genuine relief as her pee splashed against the dirt and grass. The hissing sound dominated the otherwise quiet forest. She glanced down to inspect the damage to her underwear, and grimaced at the wet patch, a few inches in diameter. The white fabric had turned somewhat see-through. She would have to ensure that she was the one to wash their clothes, lest Alma happen upon her pissed-in panties. Hazel heard a sudden noise behind her. Nothing so simple as the snap of a twig, or the rustling of branches. It was a horrible, sucking sound, one that seemed to echo, despite being fairly quiet. Whatever the wind must sound like in Hell, she was sure it was a similar kind of sound. She was petrified with fright. Her hairs stood on end, and her bladder continued to empty, showing no signs of stopping, or even slowing. An eerie, iridescent greenish-blue light illuminated the forest around her, and the horrible, echoing sound was closer now. Shaking like a leaf, she blinked away tears. She felt an emptiness in her gut that made her feel like she going to vomit. She knew what this was: Fear. True fear. She’d been afraid before, or at least thought she had, but she had never known real terror like this. The echoing sound was so close, now, just behind the tree she was squatting near. She took as deep a breath as she could, yanked her panties back up, and sprinted back towards the camp. The light and the bone chilling sound it produced took off after her. She didn’t dare turn her head to look at it. She rushed through branches and bushes, feeling them tear her gown and cut into her flesh. She felt something else, despite her attempts to ignore it: hot urine coursing down her thighs. In the back of her mind, she realized that she had never stopped peeing, even after she had yanked her underwear back up. With each frantic step, droplets of piss were flung from her legs, which were steaming in the chill night air. Her movements had caused the pee to run in erratic rivulets all down her legs, and her panties were soaked from front to back. The wetness had even reach the front and back of her gown. She tried to call out for Alma, but she could not find her voice, only frightened whimpers emerged. Finally, after what felt like hours of running, she crossed back over the line of salt. If Alma was right, the creature should follow her past it. The combination of fear and exhaustion caused Hazel to trip, and her hand slammed down into the pots they’d use to cook the night’s meal. The metal instruments were flung about, making quite a lot of noise, but Hazel wasn’t the least bit interested in them. She rolled over, now laying on her back, then sat up. At long last, she saw the creature that had chased her. It looked like a man, but his flesh was rotted, and cloaked in a bright, greenish-blue light. A ghost, no doubt. Hazel had heard they haunted the forests, but she had never seen one. It just floated there, glaring hungrily at the girl. It seemed Alma was right about them not being able to pass the salt-line. Staring at the frightful creature, she felt the last of her urine trickle out of her, the warmth seeping into her bottom, then pooling below her. Most of her urine had passed, so her puddle was only a few inches across. In the blink of an eye, the flaps to the tent had flown open, and Alma emerged. She had clearly just been shaken from her sleep, and was only wearing her black bra and panties, along with her coat that had very hastily been thrown on. Her powerful, rippling muscles wound up and down her body, and her hair hung loose around her head. Her eyes darted from Hazel to the spirit, seeming to take in the situation almost instantly. Alma reached inside the tent, and retrieved her crossbow and a silver bolt. Faster than Hazel thought possible, the weapon was loaded and aimed at the ghost. Alma didn’t hesitate even for a second before letting the bolt fly. Unlike any other weapon would have done, the silver bolt penetrated into the ghost, jutting out of the spirit just as though it had struck flesh. Giving off an echoing howl, the spirit writhed in agony, then dissipated entirely. The bolt remained levitating in the air for a brief moment, then plummeted back down to earth. “Hazy, what did you-” Alma began sternly, but stopped as Hazel’s tear-filled eyes looked up at her. After a moment of silence, the hunter settled on saying “Are you alright?”. Hazel didn’t bother to see if her voice had returned, she just nodded. Alma lowered her hand, and offered it to Hazel. The moment that she was on her feet again, Hazel collapsed into Alma, wrapping her arms around her tightly, “Alma...” she choked out between sobs, “I was so… so scared...” Alma awkwardly returned the hug, trying to stabilize her friend, “I know, I know, but it’s okay now,”. Once Hazel had come to her senses, she realized that the pee-soaked cloth of her gown and panties had been pressed up against Alma’s thigh. She broke off the hug, and took a step back, embarrassedly covering the wet patch with her hands. Alma’s eyes followed the movement until they reached her crotch. Throwing her arm over Hazel’s shoulder, Alma lead her friend towards their supplies, “Let’s get you changed, then you need to rest,”. Hazel continued to lean into her friend for support until they retrieved a box that contained some spare clothes from the parked carriage. Alma averted her eyes, giving her some privacy. Hazel was ashamed as she realized how easy the whole situation could have been. Instead, she’d risked her life to try and stave off some embarrassment, and failed anyway. After a couple of minutes, Hazel emerged from the carriage, now wearing a clean set of underwear and a fresh gown. Her misery must have been pretty obvious, as Alma stopped her on their walk back to the tent. Next to each other, the hunter stood almost a full head taller than Hazel. Her face once again shifted to that warm smile, “Don’t look so sad, Hazel. This sort of thing happens all the time,” Hazel dared to meet her friend’s gaze, “Even to someone like you?” Hazel asked in harsh, skeptical voice. “What, you think I’ve never pissed my pants before? Never shit my pants before?” The hunter smiled earnestly, “Hazy, I fight those things almost every day. I’ve soiled more pairs of pants than you could count,”. Hazel looked away from her friend, eyeing the dirt. She felt a strong hand clasp her shoulder, then heard Alma speak again, “You are so hard on yourself, and you don’t deserve even a word of things I know you think about yourself,” Hazel felt more tears coming to her eyes, “I’ve never seen anyone want to be a better person more than you, Hazy; and that’s why I know that you’ve got what it takes to do this. That’s why I know you’ll come out of this just fine, and be stronger for it. That’s why...” she paused until Hazel looked her directly in the eyes, “That’s why I know that you’ll come out of this as a better person. Because you always do, even if you never realize it,”. Once again, Hazel hugged her friend tightly as she wept, although this time under much happier circumstances. The two returned to bed; Hazel was physically and mentally exhausted, and Alma was eager to return to sleep. They would need their energy for the road ahead. The journey to Arnwick had only just begun.
  3. female Diapered Dentist Visit

    Ok, so I don’t like going to dentists. I’m not like the kind of person who needs to be sedated to go get a filling or cleaning, and I’m not a biter, but I don’t like going to the dentist. It’s something about someone having their hands in my mouth, not being able to talk, and the drilling and all that. Usually if I’m doing a cleaning, I’ll pop in a podcast or some music, or even watch the TV the dentist has up as distraction, and it keeps me sufficiently distracted so as not to get to agitated. So the other day I had to get some dental work done, and I was slotted in for an hour and a half. This is a long time, a lot longer than your average cleaning. I was worried. I really needed a distraction to keep me from getting too worked up, particularly because there was going to be drilling involved. So I decided that I’ve wear a diaper to the appointment. Now I’ve worn diapers to dentist appointments before, usually when I was much younger. I got equally agitated and longer dental appointments were too much for my complicated and temperamental bladder. My mother would usually encourage me to wear a Goodnite or when I was younger simply put me in a pull-up before a dentist appointment. These were always discreet pull-ups, and it wasn’t advertised. When I got my wisdom teeth out a while back, I wore a proper tape-up diaper, and it was discussed with the dentist beforehand, and the dentist and hygienist knew. This made me super embarrassed, but as I was still having moderate incontinence issues at the time, and I was going to be unconscious for however long it takes then to yank out 4 big teeth, this was the best way to keep the dentist’s chair and my bottoms dry. Anyhow, I decided that I’ wear a tape-up diaper to the appointment I had scheduled. As many of you will know, since my Botox treatment, daytime issues for me are all but gone, and I can definitely wait an hour and a half between bathroom visits. So this was purely to keep me distracted from the drilling and other dental horrors. On the morning in question, I put on a rather large Molicare. Now these are not my poufyiest puffiest diapers. I do have some seriously adorable and huge ABDL ones (pink princess ones, from a fan!) but these don’t actually fit under any of my jeans or pants, and I’m definitely not comfortable wearing them out in public. I mean, I could probably get away with them under a full dress... but anyhow, I opted for the Molicare. Overtop of them, I slipped a pair of panties (my adorable Little Mermaid panties), and a not so tight, but not baggy either, pair of jeans. I had my usual cup of tea at breakfast. Used the washroom, and then because I did want something to keep me distracted, quickly downed two full glassed of water and filled a medium-sized water bottle before leaving the house. The dentist’s is only 20 minutes from my place, and I got there with time to spare. Biking was interesting, I kept having the impression the my diaper was visible at my waistband (you all know how much I love these photos, but despite this, I didn’t want to advertise my diaper to the cars and cyclists all around me. I kept pulling down my shirt and cardigan and jacket. When I got off my bike, I carefully tucked my shirt into my jeans, and ran my hands around my waist to make sure no diaper was visible. I also hiked up my panty waistband. Better to have someone spot your Disney panties than your diaper? I checked in, and while I waited in the waiting room, I evaluated my bladder situation. It was sitting at a 4. Wearing anything else (even a Goodnite), I would have used the washroom, as, I don’t last an hour and a half from a 4. I was soon called in, and after the preliminary chit chat, the hygienist got to work prepping my mouth. I lay back, popped in my wear buds, and tried to have the dulcet tones of one of my favorite hosts drown out the noise and distract me from the prodding and scrapping. It wasn’t too much longer until the dentist came in and administered the freezing stuff they inject into your mouth before they do serious work. I hate this stuff. I hate the needle that is used to inject it, and the feeling you get as your freeze, and also the droopy feeling you have for hours afterwards while you thaw out. And did I mention the needles? I tensed up hardcore when the dentist first jabbed the needle into my mouth, and the hygienist held my hand, which I squeezed shamelessly. I then had about 10 minutes to kill while I waited for my mouth to freeze and the even less fun stuff to begin. I took the time rewinding my podcast as I’d missed about 4 minutes while I was being frozen. Once the work got down in earnest on my teeth, I turned my attention to my bladder. I was at a 5. Had I squirted or leaked while I had tensed up during the needle? I actually couldn’t tell. Probably not. I decided that rather than holding it and then flooding the diaper, that I’d let out a little at a time and see how long I could do this for. One of the reasons I chose the Molicare was that they can definitely hold an entire full Rachel bladder, and even quite possibly two. But obviously not if you flood them in a massive torrent. So, as the first drill (or whatever) hit my tooth, I tried to release a little bit. I wanted to go for that constantly trickling feeling, of just relaxing the sphincter just a little bit. I’m terrible at this, as I am equally terrible as ‘just releasing a little bit.’ Usually I have no problem peeing in a diaper, even in public, or laying down, or around other people. It’s the stopping peeing part that’s difficult. Well not to day. For some reason, being tense from the dental work made this super hard. As my teeth were being scrapped and poked, I wanted nothing more than to distract myself with the feeling of slowly peeing. Of that warm, luxuriant feeling of your diaper getting wet around you. But no, my body was no cooperating. I thought I’d give it some time, perhaps I wasn’t sufficiently desperate, and it would be easier to pee myself with someone’s hands in my mouth, if I had a greater urgency to pee? So for the next 15 minutes I focused on my podcast, and let my bladder fill. I was at a healthy(?) 6 and I tried again. Nothing. This time, rather than relaxing myself, I tried to tense up and push. The poor hygienist thought that something was wrong as she noticed m body tense, and asked me if I was ok. I made that strange “Un Huh” noise that I swear only dentists can decipher, and work on my mouth continued. This time, worried that if my desperation got too high that I’d either wiggle about (a bad idea given that someone had sharp things in my mouth), or that I’d flood the diaper and it would leak, and also because laying on the chair waiting for my bladder to fill was not the kind of ‘distraction’ I needed right now, I opted to try the ‘shy bladder’ breath holding technique that has been described elsewhere. I know this works for me. I’ve experimented while sitting on the toilet, as well as while wearing diapers. This was not the first time my bladder had tensed up like this, and on a few other occasions I’ve used this technique. I exhaled most of the air in my lungs, and held the rest of my breath. I slowly counted. My process was interrupted by a distraction, and I had to start again. I exhaled again. When I got to 27 I could feel my pelvic floor relax and seconds later I began to pee. Not a powerful jet, but that soft little trickle that I had been going for. I went back to breathing normally and concentrated on keeping my lower body in the same relaxed state for as long as possible. I was pretty successful at this, which was a bit of a surprise, and I managed to slowly wet my diaper for what seemed like the next two minutes. I reveled in the feeling, and for quite a while was sufficiently transported to not even notice the dental work. I wondered briefly if the bulk from my wet diaper would be visible under my jean, but wasn’t able to move my head or even my hands to check. I enjoyed the feeling for a good 20 minutes, continuing to listen to my podcast. After this time had elapsed, I once again did the breathing thing, and released another good minute-long trickle into my increasingly full diaper. I was beginning to worry that I might leak mid-pee, but continued to slowly trickle into my diaper. At one point both the hygienist and dentist stepped out of the room (more of a cubicle/nook), and I had a chance to quickly feel the front and back of my jeans. No leaks. All was well. The diaper even felt like it could hold more, which was a good thing, as I felt like I would be ready for another slow trickling pee before the end of my appointment. Sure enough, with about 10 minutes left, give or take, I let out another slow trickling pee. You will notice that I’ve almost completely neglected to mention what was being done to my mouth at the time, and this is because I have no idea. What with wetting the diaper, wearing a warm wet diaper, and worrying about it leaking, my diaper wearing plan to distract me from the dental work was a complete success. At the end of the appointment I was sent to the front desk to sort out a future visit and to sort out insurance and billing, etc. Getting up from the dentist’s chair made me worry not a little bit about showing off my diaper’s waistband. I have no idea if the dental assistant/hygienist, who was the only person in the room at this time, saw or not. It wouldn’t really matter, as they are medical professionals, they definitely have a copy of my medical records and know all about my past and present bladder issues. After I stood up I realized that the waistband would be the least of my worries. A quick hand pat of my bum revealed that the diaper had not leaked, but it did feel very full, nearly at capacity. While my jeans were not like skin tight, they were certainly not baggy, and I could feel the bulging outline of the diaper on my bum. The thick wetness of the full diaper forced me to waddle, just a tiny bit. I was worried that if I put my legs too close together while I walked, that I might cause the diaper to leak, such was how full it felt. I waddled up to the reception desk and sorted out the final details and then I had a choice to make. I could go back and use the washroom in the dentist’s office. I’ve used it before, usually before appointments (and once during when I wasn’t wearing protection), but I was feeling naughty, having spent the good part of an hour and a half slowly wetting myself and reveling in the warm sensual feeling of a wet diaper. So instead I opted to walk all the way to the public washrooms, which were at the other side of the mall completely. Now it was early enough that the mall was not very full. It has mostly seniors, and the odd mother or father with kids, and the few inexplicable youth that always seem to be in malls when they should be in school (wow listen to me). I stepped out of the dentist’s office and into this moderately populated public space. My mind did a quick calculus of just how naughty I was feeling, and decided not to wrap my cardigan around my waist, which would have been a sure way to prevent anyone from noticing the sodden diaper I was wearing. I was also in the hyper sensitive state that happens when you wear a diaper in public or have a public accident. The state where you are certain everyone is looking at you and know what happened, or what you are wearing. It’s entirely irrational, and I know this, but it always gets my heart pounding and pulse pulsing. It also, when I’m home out of public, get me very very turned on. I was already a little turned on given my state of mind throughout the entire dental appointment, and because I felt a little more safe from prying eyes as normal. Don’t ask me why. I still had the feeling of everyone potentially noticing my wet diaper, but an unusual amount of confidence. Perhaps it was because I had a very good excuse for wearing a diaper? After all, I had been a very good girl and made it through the whole dentist appointment without much fuss. This feeling of pride countermanded the feelings of embarrassed nervousness and timidity which would normally flood over me in my current state. Anyhow, I strode up to the map to identify some washrooms, not necessarily those closest. When I say strode, I mean more walked with a slight waddle. I mulled over the map and decided to go to the washrooms near the food court. They were further than other options, but I wanted a slightly longer walk. I also stood there for some time contemplating the map, and released a little more urine that had accumulated in my bladder since I had last peed. My heart raced just a little more, but I also knew the diaper could take it. Molicare have great standing gathers, and can usually hold more when you are standing. They seldom leak on my when I’m laying down and when I’m standing up they can take two full Rachel bladders or more. The result of my fourth pee into the diaper was that I felt very wet and squishy as I made the short walk to the washrooms. It felt like 10 minutes, but I’m sure it was less than 5. I kept my ear buds in to close myself off from the world, though at this point I wasn’t listening to anything. I don’t think a single set of eyes looked deeply at me, apart from the occasional glances that are typical of people passing each other in the mall. My heart pounded just a little harder as I approached the food court, which unlike the rest of the mall was jammed full of people. I was still walking confidently and very proud of myself at this point. I approached the hallway leading up to the washrooms, which is just beyond the food court, and had a decision to make. These were by far the busiest washrooms in the mall, and people were coming and going. I could use the ladies room, and change in one of the stalls. I would then face the problem of disposing of my sodden diaper discreetly in the washroom. If I had been wearing a pad, or even a Goodnite, I would have used this option, as each stall has one of those little garbage bins for pads and menstrual products, etc. But the diaper I was wearing would definitely not fit in one of those. With people all around me, I therefore opted to duck in the family washroom. Located off to the of the hall as you approach the washrooms, this washroom, which I’d never used until this day, is there for families. I’ve used them in other malls and this one was about the same. It had a step stool for kids to reach the sink, safety handles, a larger changing table, and a huge bin for diapers. I was embarrassed stepping into this washroom alone, as to all observers I was clearly not using it to change a child. So to the keen observer, I was definitely a woman using the family washroom for some reason, and the list of plausible reasons is short, and most of them are embarrassing. Someone do please give me a non-embarrassing reason I can use to justify my use in my mind for next time. Anyhow, I pulled my jeans and panties down and changed myself out of the diaper. As I had anticipated, it was very full, and I’ve taken some pictures for you. \ As you can see, I think I was the first person to change a diaper in this bathroom this day, or they change the garbage often (which is also highly likely). I am particularly pleased with the fact that the garbage bin in this room very boldly declares that it is for diapers. This made me blush a little. Anyhow, I dried myself off as best I could with the crummy single ply toilet paper, and I was dripping! I then pulled up my panties and jeans, wrapped the diaper up after a couple more pictures, washed my hands, and made my exist. I blushed a little leaving the family washroom, as I was convinced that people seeing me leave would think similar thoughts. Anyhow, I was pleased that my diapered dentist visit worked, I wasn’t too stressed out and actually rather enjoyed myself with the later part. I went home, cleaned myself off properly, resisted the urge to masturbate furiously, and instead made my way to work (as I’d only take off the morning). I thought about my little adventure all day, and in the evening got myself thoroughly laid, all the while thinking about walking through the mall in my soaked diaper. Rachel
  4. Bored and in my Bedroom

    Hey Nerds! I'm Jessie, and I'm bored! Completely Bored. Like absolutely bored. I got a week off work, but all my plans kinda fell through. And now into day two, I'm bored out my mind. I figured you guys could tell me what to do! yes I agree, it was an excellent idea. Not really too many limits, so long as you keep it in the realm of reality! Oh, and don't make the first response be 'Uuu get nekkid', because it ain't going to happen! Straight away, at least... And GO!
  5. The Twelve Fanatics

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    Description: And finally I have deigned to post something with an story of my own authory after a couple of years lurking. Here, I present you The Twelve Fanatics (which is the eh-"sequel" of another game I'm working on, called The Twelve Relics which was originally a novel I wrote years ago). Synopsis: In this world, a catastrophe repeats every 7000 years eradicating most human, animal and monster live forms in it; and, as one would expect, the survivors bring the world back to its course in time. During this one cycle, humans were given twelve powerful artifacts known as the Item Regalias, and based on them, twelve nations were founded. After some prosperous years, difficulties arised and I'm not really going to tell you my other game's whole story but these items cause a war between the nations. At first, it's just a cold war, but eventually unchains something bigger. This game takes part after that war ends, after almost 2,000 years, when the nations were starting to work back on communicating between eachother and establishing peaceful terms once again. Nevertheless, there's still people in pro for the war and thirsty for power out there who would do anything to bring the chaos back... Now, eight years after the big war ended, we find ourselves in the shoes of Solveig: an eighteen year old apprentice knight who wants to make her country and her world a better place to live in; but little she knew she was about to get in something bigger than what she could have ever imagined. Playstyle: Pretty much your regular RPG created with RPGVXA using some of Yanfly's engines to make it smoother. Battles are held between turns, as expected, with some explanations required that will be done ingame. [Things to notice: Skill Mastery system and Magic Level system, both will be explained ingame] Enjoy! SPECIAL THANKS TO: AkenoSama (Special collaboration) Sunflower (CG Artist) Harris (Tester & Background) AredApple (CG Artist) Phoenix (CG Artist) Makishi (CG Artist) DerivativeWings (Idea Collaboration and testing) anony123 (Testing) NaquanH (Testing) mogger (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 Lily's Exam Correct Answers: Probably this didn't go as expected. Kinda wanted to mess with your brains a little by doing this "puzzle" mathematically challenging... but I know that most of these topics aren't seen in a regular college program, so if anyone wants to know the correct answers, here they are: C: 80; E:65 360; 896 12x^3 - 4x 1/2lnx + C 280~ O 15/8 (x^-1/2)cosx dw + (2cosx/sinx)wdx = 0 y = C1x^-1/2sinx + C2x^-1/2cosx SIDE NOTE: There are five scenes to get in here. The range for them is as follows: 0~1 Right Answers 2~3 Right Answers 4~5 Right Answers 6~8 Right Answers Perfect Score ... ANNOUNCEMENT (Post Update 04/14/2017): We're still looking out for new artists who would like to join the project. If anyone is interested, please send me a private message! 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! ANNOUNCEMENT 3 (06/04/2018): Game has been momentarily taken down due to an explosion caused by eating too many mexican tacos. Please wait until we clean up. it's fixed probably...

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  6. Hey, folks. Sorry for the long delay -- but I think you'll understand, when you see the size of this thing! In fact, it's over 10,000 words and still not done. This is just part one, and I'll post a few more bits shortly. The last two parts have yet to be written. I don't usually do this, posting a story that's not yet fully written out, but I couldn't keep you waiting any longer (ironic, I suppose, for a desperation fic writer). Part of my problem was being busy at work; part of my problem is that this story is definitely an autumn story (crunchy fallen leaves and so on) and it's spring-going-on-summer in my part of the world, so I've been having a hard time getting into the mood! I'll post the usual links, then let you get to reading. (Volume 2 links only; if you want Volume 1, PM me) Sexting Cabin in the Woods City Lights ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fall arrived with a hint of winter in the back of the wind. Leaves blew across the paths and crunched underfoot. Pumpkins were suddenly everywhere. (So were Christmas displays, but people of good taste chose to ignore these until after Thanksgiving.) Parker’s breath fogged in the morning as he crunched to class; then it fogged all day long. Meagan started wearing jeans and a sweatshirt everywhere, and Parker loved this. Then she added a woolly hat, and this made her cuter still. Parker was particularly looking forward to Thanksgiving break. A whole week off. The year before he’d gone home for Thanksgiving, but it had cost his dad a lot of hours on the road picking him up and driving him back, and besides, the much-longer Christmas break was just a few weeks away. So it felt like too little time visiting for such a long travel time. Besides, Meagan was staying on-campus too. She was quite happy about this. “It’s gonna be so much fun,” she said. “We’ll do our own Thanksgiving, just you and me, and we’ll have the campus to ourselves… we’ll have my room to ourselves…” The only dark spot on the horizon was the fight Meagan had with her mother about not coming back. “She wants me home,” Meagan said. “And, honestly, I see why… the whole family comes together. It’s a big deal. But I told her I’ve got too much work to do, because I would much rather spend the week here with you than back in a town that drives me crazy.” She sighed. “But I think mom knows I’m not really telling her everything… she got pretty pissed when I said I wasn’t coming back until Christmas.” She sighed. “Christmas is gonna suck. Which makes me want to go home even less.” “Anything I can do?” Parker asked. “Nah. Nothing more than you’re already doing. And what you’re going to be doing. Hey, speaking of, what do you want to do that week? Remember, we’ll have the room to ourselves…” “Oh, I remember,” Parker said with feeling. “I definitely remember.” “Wanna do anything special?” “I did have an idea or two.” “So did I. You first.” “I was hoping we could do some desperation—” “Oh, totally. I figured.” “—But I wanted to go a little farther this time.” “Farther?” He took a deep breath. “If you’re okay with it, I was hoping we could play around the whole week. A bit like we did at the cabin. I was thinking… I was wondering if I could decide where and when you got to pee all week.” Meagan grinned. “Maybe not all week,” she said, coyly. “But definitely we can do that for some of it.” “Why not all week?” “A, I need to get some work done, and B, remember that it’s tiring? I don’t think I could do it all week.” “Okay—how about this? You have to ask me permission to pee, but I promise I’ll say yes if we’re working or when you need to take a day off. And you’ll get some power over me. Say, you decide whether or not I get to come?” She laughed, low and sultry. “Oh, lover, you do know how to sell me something… ’Kay, we can do this—if I get an override.” “Of course. Consent first. But that means I get an override on coming.” “Mmm, I just figured if you came I wouldn’t punish you any.” “Balance, hon.” “Fair enough. But I’m gonna need to pee more often than we have sex. So… let’s say I get one override per day and you get one override for the week.” “You’ve got a deal.” “I can’t wait…” “Oh, but you will. And so will I.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Friday before Spring Break was a traditional time for parties. The Friday before Thanksgiving Break generally just meant a lot of people going home. Dacy wasn’t one; she left Saturday morning. Therefore, Meagan had decreed, the break didn’t start until they had the room to themselves. Dacy took a little longer to get out the door than expected, so Parker made all three of them breakfast. Once Dacy was gone, however, Meagan and Parker didn’t immediately jump into bed together. Well, they did, but fully clothed, and just to watch TV episodes that Parker had ripped from DVD. Nothing even remotely sexy happened until Meagan got up to go to the bathroom. “Where are you headed?” “Bathroom.” “Have you asked permission?” She grinned. “Sorry, forgot. May I go to the bathroom, please?” “You may,” he said graciously. Maybe this little exchange got them thinking. After the episode finished, Meagan rolled over onto her belly, bare feet kicked up behind her, chin rested on her hands, and said, “I think I’m done with TV for today.” “So what do you want to do now?” Parker asked. She wriggled a little. The effect was a little spoiled by the fact that she was wearing sweatpants. But only a little. It turned out she wasn’t wearing anything under those sweats. Or under her t-shirt. Some time later, Parker was behind her, thrusting deep, holding on to her hips. Meagan was keeping her weight up with one arm, using her free hand to wield her vibrator. “Oh, by the way,” she said over her shoulder, between her panting breath, “you have my permission to come.” “Thank you. Forgot that…” “Thought you might have. But I want you to. Come in me…” Afterward, Meagan stood up with a satisfied smile, stretching. “’Kay, I should pee. May I?” “Of course. Safety first. I’ll do the same.” Meagan pulled on her light robe and slipped out into the hall. Parker pulled his sweats on and went down to the boy’s bathroom. Meagan was waiting in the doorway when he came back, holding her robe closed with one hand. “It’s a good thing we’re alone,” she said. “It’s incredibly obvious what we were just up to.” “Nobody’s business even if we weren’t,” Parker said. “Yeah, but think of the advantages,” she replied, and let her robe fall open. “I take your point…” But in fact they weren’t totally alone. Gerard, their jovial RA, had drawn the short straw to watch the dorm over the break. He was down at the far end of the opposite hallway, however, all the way across the lobby. Since he was the only other person in the building, they actually saw him a little more than usual, and wound up eating together in the dorm kitchen several times. But he gave them plenty of room, and they definitely had the whole hallway to themselves Sunday was a work day, theoretically. Meagan didn’t want to spend too many days goofing off until she’d gotten a few projects done. But it was a lazy-Sunday kind of day, and while some work occurred, it was occasionally interrupted by making out. Meagan had gotten into the routine of asking for Parker’s permission to pee, but since she’d expressed a desire to get work done, he hadn’t refused her yet. Monday morning they woke each other up with more make-outs, and when Meagan asked if she could go pee, Parker considered it for a second and said, “Hmm… another ten minutes of making out.” She shook her head. “I actually need to take a dump too, so I’m using my override.” “Fair enough.” But with his power challenged, he decided he was going to be a little more controlling today. Over breakfast, however, Meagan said, “I don’t feel like I got enough work done yesterday. I want to finish up my essay before we do anything else.” “Want my help?” “Just help me on stay track. No distractions.” “I can do that.” So some hours when she asked, “Bathroom?” he said, “Let me see how much you’ve written.—No, not yet. Two more paragraphs, then you can go.” Her eyes twinkled. “I see what you’re up to, boy.” “Just helping you stay on track!” With this “motivation,” Meagan did indeed finish her essay that day. To celebrate, and because she said she was feeling like a slug, they went to the gym. Most campus buildings were still open for various professors coming and going or—in the case of the athletic center—community members coming in to use the facilities. So the weight room was open but empty. Without any fear of being overheard, Parker was more open and direct. “Need to go?” he asked Meagan as she did her squats. “You know it,” she said, not quite smiling because she was lifting a fairly heavy load. “Well, you can’t, not yet. Keep going!” “I hadn’t even asked yet, goofball.” “Yeah, but I could see it in you.” “I can go a lot longer than this. Even doing squats.” “Oh yeah? Just for that, you’re going to have to.” By her last set, Meagan was noticeably locked down tight. After finishing, she stood breathing hard and drinking water with her legs casually crossed. “Now do I get to go?” she asked, between sips. “Nope.” Meagan cast a slightly-imploring glance at the women’s room as they walked past it, and then drew in a sharp breath as they stepped outside into the cool fall evening. Parker saw her clench her fists, her butt—every muscle—for a moment, before moving on calmly as if nothing were wrong. Back in their empty dorm, Meagan said, “I’m gonna shower, ’kay?” “No problem. You just don’t get to pee yet.” “Really?” she said, one hand on her cocked hip as if she were angry—but her eyes still twinkled. “I am definitely ready to piss, hon, the shower is gonna be hard.” “So you’re saying you can’t do it? Gonna use an override?” “Oh, you went there, huh? Doubting me?” “You just said it’d be hard.” “Yeah, but that was just me whining. This is you doubting my ability. No way. I’ll totally do it. And to prove it to you, you’re showering with me.” “Oooooh.” Rather than having her scout the way and then sneaking him into the girls’ bathroom, as she’d done back in the spring, they simply walked in—with only Gerard in the whole building, it wasn’t like they needed to be secretive. Meagan cast an imploring glance at the bank of empty stalls—and then turned the other way, to the showers. She groaned a bit as her workout shorts hit the floor, and she groaned again as the water started to run. “Mmmkay, this may be the hardest thing you’ve asked me to do yet,” Meagan said. She took a deep breath, set her jaw, and dived under the water. “Want some help washing up?” Parker asked. “Sure,” she said. He squatted down and began to wash her feet and legs. He went slow, however, and she was done with the upper part of her body much faster. She looked down at him, her hair dark with water, the shower still pouring warmth onto her shoulder, and said, “Taking your time?” “Why? You need to be somewhere?” “I need to pee somewhere.” He soaped up butt and hips, then slid his hands over her bladder. She tensed—no, she was already tense, she spasmed. “God, I can barely hold it when you do that,” she said. “I’m barely even pushing.” “Doesn’t matter…” “Would you like to let go?” “Uh, yeah.” “Go ahead. Pee right here.” For a couple seconds nothing happened. “Crap, I’m too locked down,” she muttered. “Need some help?” “If you push on me right now, boy, I will end you…” “Okay. Just relax. Lean on me. Spread your legs. Feel the water running over you.” A few moments later she gave a little shiver, then a sigh, and the tension drained out of her. Her flow mingled with the water running down her legs and off her body. The scent of her piss wafted up to them on the steam. “There you go,” he whispered in her ear. “Whew,” she said after she was drained. “That was really hard. Harder than I thought.” “You managed, though! You’re so amazing!” “Yeah, I guess I did,” she said with a chuckle. She turned around to face him and took his erection in her hand. “You’re nice and hard.” “Mmhm.” “That turned you on a lot, huh?” “Yeah, but not half as much as what I’ve got planned for us tomorrow,” he said. “Tomorrow?” she said, eyebrows going up. “Yep.” “I’m gonna warn you, after this my bladder muscles might be a little tired.” “That shouldn’t be a big problem. I wanna try something different.” She thought it over. “’Kay, we can do more tomorrow. But there’s a price tag attached.” “You’re gonna make me wait to come, aren’t you.” “It’s like you know me,” she said, and kissed him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'll see if I can get Pt. 2 posted (in this thread) later tonight.
  7. It's the latest craze throughout your school, it's the hype-est thing when you watch two souls battling it out! You always were watching with bated breath for what the next move of your classmates would be! An Epic duel, between two powerful wizards....Commanding powerful spells through their command, and.... RRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNG...BRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNG... "Ah, class time." one of the students calls, quickly turning his cards around, and exposing one of them to the other boy..A brown haired figure. "I was gonna give you some more time, but this should end it, right?" "Wha-NOOOO!! You Dick!" his brown-haired opponent calls out, slumping to the table. "Shoulda known you had somethin'. You always have somethin'." You see the small group gathered around the duo starting off at this, as you pick up your own things, and proceed to class. You haven't ever found yourself too invested in trends, but the way that the card game Magic has swept across the school...You've had a bit more than a passing interest... And, after saving up your allowance a fair bit, and mustering up enough courage...You've decided you were going to dive into the game head-first! "Come on, this is an easy problem." the teacher's voice called out, as you lightly snap to attention. ....After school, of course. The school's bell rings out eventually, and you start down the path in your neighborhood to the nearest card shop...Intent on your goal.... intent on becoming the best wizard you can be! .... ........ At least, that's what you hope can happen. Worries pervade your mind of doing various embarrassing things...being humiliated in duels....Losing every game you play...or worst.... Missing all of the abilities your soon-to-be cards will have. .... You try to push these worries aside as you look up to the glass door separating you from your destiny...and catch your reflection... ================================================================================================================================================ [Welcome to A Magic: The Gathering Interactive Story by Faust!] [This is a story Centered around the Card Game Magic: The gathering, with some special Faust-brand touches added, to promise a bit of lewdity, and excitement throughout the tale. Fear not if you have not played, for Faust shall take efforts to make it more accessible to readers than for the actual card game itself. But, before that sort of thing occurs....You must.. Create your character.] [Character Creator Initializing......] [Character Creator: [Female] Initialized!] [Height:] (Are you Short, Average, or Tall?) [Weight:] (Are you Petite, Average, or Plump?) [Bust-Size:] (Are you Flat, Modest, or Ample?) [Rump-Size:] (Are you flat, average, or Gifted?) [Hair-style:] (Short, Average, or Long?) [Clothing Style:] (Girly, Boyish, or androgynous?) [Stats!] (A New feature for this new story! A stat governs a different attribute that will relate to your character...Both on, and off the battlefield! Stats are from a 1-10 range, and you'll gain a point at every level. Stats are as follows...] Willpower: [Enables you the strength to never give up, no matter the odds! Permits clarity through tense situations...Whether the battle be without, or within...] Courage: [Enables you to challenge opponents with higher difficulties, and improves your ability for Bold Moves! Such may lead to one's success....Or get you in a load of trouble] Bladder: [The Stat everyone is familiar with! This determines how many games you can play at full concentration and How long you can play a game without needing a break. Combos well with stall decks, and vulgar intentions.] Luck: [A stat that affects many things, but not as prominently as other stats. May lead to a few fortunate occurrences, sparingly. Seduction: [A stat that governs your own physical attractiveness. May influence your selection in opponents, and your ability to charm certain individuals..] [You have 3 stat points with which to raise your stats right off] [Gift:] [A Special Gift to help define your character. Choose 1 of the following... ] Glasses: [You're blind without 'em. +1 willpower when worn.] Lucky Panties: [A special pair of garments that always makes you feel..Luckier! +1 to luck stat when worn.] Silk lingerie: [Comfy underthings that make you feel....Confident. +1 to courage when worn.] Omo Weekly: [You read it for the articles, seriously! You certainly don't hold as a hobby which gives you a +1 to bladder...Perish the thought...] H-Ticket: [A strange ticket that lets you incite vulgar scenes easier. Be it naughty terms for a Duel, or offers..] Heavy Meal: [A Hearty meal to be eaten at a time.... That will lead to the unlocking of tummy-related accidents...] Picture of ____: [A picture of a character in Faust's stories of your choice. Will permit you to start off knowing more about said person..Perhaps even making friends with them easier.] Naughty Panties: [A pair of garments you ritualistically...indulge in fantasies with. Increases experience gained through duels when something lewd happens to these panties.] Illicit Photo of ____: [A picture of a character in Faust's stories you have a...considerable interest in. Provides an advantage when playing against said person, but may lead to illicit thoughts about said character...] ================================================================================================================================================ [Character Stats: Willpower: 1 Courage: 1 Bladder: 1 Luck: 1 Seduction: 1 Points to Spend: 3 Gift: ??? AuthorFaust: Character submissions will be opened... After initial character creation is finished. Faust will provide the skeleton for submissions then.
  8. Does anyone here have any videos of a bulging bladder like showing it off? I find those really good (and impressive lol I've been trying to acheive that as well but thats a different story :p)
  9. Recent finds on Pornhub, Rebecca Stilles is a cute sex bomb! She's a lot into teasing, daddy-baby thing, feet (lovely videos, if you're into that like me) and dildos. I'm posting here all her pee-related videos, so far. This time I will describe every video itself: it will be much easier to detect which one you want to download instead than downloading blindfolded. WARNING: nudity and masturbation in pretty much all the videos. Ass Worship Turns To Pee Desperation.mp4 (90.2 MB) = my favourite one, this video seems to start as an ass workshipping one (the title is pretty explainatory), as she shows her asshole, but it turns pretty soon in her being desperate to pee and then soiling her pants (mid-lenght). After that she masturbates and get naked. Candid Pee Show.mp4 (50.8 MB) = she pretends to taking some pics of herself in sexy way for someone. She get naked and uses a violet dildo, teasing, before peeing naked in the tub, while snapping pics of her vagina. In-M-My Little Sister's Dreams.mp4 (58.4 MB) = this one is for you, diaper lovers! The initial part of the video is teasing and she being desperate: she calls you big brother and so on. Then she undress and pees her white undies on the toilet. In the end she put on a diaper and uses a bottle of shampoo to masturbate. My Little Sis Loves to Piss.mp4 (30.6 MB) = again: teasing, touching herself, undressing and in the end pissing naked in a little ceramic bowl. Really hot video! My Pussy Up Close With Pee.mp4 (69.8 MB) = the title says it all. This time she has a cameraman: she get undress from really nice lingerie, then masturbates and finally she pees. Ruining My Panties for Big Brother.mp4 (31.8 MB) = teasing, masturbation and teasing again. She uses a dildo. After that she pees her panties and. in the end, she put them in her mouth (not the whole pair of panties though). Sister Pee JOI.mp4 (46.9 MB) = teasing and masturbation. The video starts with her seated at toilet, in a really sexy attire: she encourage you to jack off and she's very provocative. Soon she pees in toilet, without panties (as you can see from the pic). Then the video continues with various scene of masturbation, using a dildo.
  10. Tyler: Desperation II-01

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    Tippecanoe and Tyler too... Here's Tyler and the missing first part of Desperation II. I recently posted parts 2 thru 5. One more Tyler to follow.

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  11. X-23’s Accident

    This story takes place two years after the events of the movie Logan. Laura Kinney lay in her bed in Eden feeling very warm in her bed, Laura peed in her bed. She looked at her watch it was 3:47 AM and Laura smiled as her pee slid down her naked ass, everyone sleeps naked. Laura finished peeing and she went back to sleep in her wet bed remembering the day she loved pee fetish. It was last year, when Laura started loving to wet herself, she drank heeps of water and she had to pee so bad. So she walked to her usual spot she goes to pee because there are no toilet anywhere. When she went a bunch of soldiers come and the other mutant kids spotted there was one missing. Laura made it to the spot, but there was a female soldier were she usually goes and she was about to start peeing. Laura got out of the bushes and struggling to hide her urge to pee. She jump and scared the solder girl, she felt a squirt of pee leaving her pussy as the soldier girl screamed. She begged that X-23 should leave her to pee bus she did not sticking her claws out about to stick it in her neck. The soldier girl got even scared and scared as Laura put her claws closer and closer to the girl’s neck. She look closely at Laura’s legs she kept crossing her legs and uncrossing her legs, she quickly said “look you have to go too, why not let me go and we can both can pee in peace. Please!” Laura did not do anything she kept her claws up and the girl felt the last squirt of pee coming out and her grey panties starting to feel wet. Laura moved her claws closer to neck as girl got so scared she pissed herself. X-23 held her pussy tightly as she watch the girl pee her khaki pants, Laura started having her first leak. She finished and Laura let her go now she had to find a new area to pee there was a waterfall below the cliff but it would be to obvious to other soldiers. So she looked around nothing no where good while looking once more she felt her final squirt of pee escape her pussy. Immediately she just said “fuck it, I’m just going to pee myself.” She waited and waited once more and then it happened she started feeling warm, her white panties were soaked and she watched as her pee soaked her jeans. Where her pussy sat in her jeans there was an extremely big mark of pee on it and she just let it happen. That is why she loves when she pees herself. Now it was 7:59 AM where she got up and used the newly built bathrooms where she brought her pyjamas pants to the bathroom to pee in it. The other kids had pjs but never wore it because it was always hot every night and decided not to wear them. As Laura quickly put her panties on and her pjs pants before she peed herself. She sat on the toilet in her pjs pants and bare chested with her boobs out and felt the relief of pee releasing into the toilet. When she was done she got out took off her wet clothes and hung it up on the clothes rack and went back inside and sat in the chair near her bed. To be continued
  12. So, this will be my first time writing an interactive story, and I think I’ve got a story that will work pretty well for it. My idea is, a girl wakes up naked in a dungeon, and must fight her way out of it. The only problem is, there are no bathrooms. So of course, the girl must fight off monsters, as well as her urge to pee! Now, just a fair warning, this story will mostly be focused on her desperation. I won’t have her wet a whole lot, for 2 reasons. I’m more into the desp stuff myself, and I feel like I’m not too good at describing wettings. ^^; The story will focus on a girl of your choosing (we’ll get to that soon), and she’ll be travelling around the dungeon, fighting monsters, picking things up and adding them to her inventory as she gets them, it’s like a dungeon-crawling RPG game. I hope that makes sense. So, you’ll be deciding on the girl. Everything about her! First off, her age. The older she is, the more control she’ll have over her bladder, and the less likely she’ll be to pee somewhere that’s not a toilet. I’m fine with doing loli, if that’s what’s picked. Secondly, hair and eye colour. These are just for aesthetic purposes. Third, her bladder capacity, from 1-10. 1 being problematically small, and 10 being, on long road trips she doesn’t have to stop once. :P Then, her bladder fullness at the start. Is she bursting right from the get-go, or does it build gradually? Let’s do this percentage-wise, from 0 to 100. She can go above 100, but it’s much, much harder to hold it then. And finally, stats. I’m giving her 30 points to spread among these. HP - How much damage she can take. This will be multiplied by 10. ATTACK - How much damage she does. DEFENSE - How much damage she resists. SPEED - How likely she is to dodge an attack, or attack first. MANA - Her magic power. HOLDING - Her ability to hold her pee. These will increase as she levels up. She starts at level 1. If nobody can agree, then they will end up being equal. You can also choose the girl’s name, if you feel so inclined. :P I hope this takes off, I really want to write this story! >u<
  13. Arena of Desperate Battles

    “You’re awake.” said a deep, yet imperial voice. Minty’s eyes opened to the dark marble ceiling of the admission room. It was poorly lit, only a few blazing torches lining the walls. As she arose from the bed upon which she laid, Minty’s nostrils were greeted by the scent of old stone, rusted steel as well as the faint odor of blood. “Do you know where you are?” asked the voice. Minty looked around the room. There didn’t appear to be anyone around. “I’m… in the Arena of Desperate Battles, right?” she asked. “That is correct.” said the voice. “You will be fighting against opponents in gladiator-style combat.” Minty nodded. “But it’s like a video game, right? No one actually dies?” “That is correct.” said the voice. “But should you be bested by your opponent, you will still feel death’s sting before you reawaken here.” Minty got from the bed she was laying on, but as she pulled the covers off, she was instantly greeted by the sight of her own bare body. “Wh-Why am I naked!?” she cried, pulling the covers back over her body. “The warriors of this arena do not need the encumbrance of armor or clothing. Modesty has no place in combat.” “All I have is my sword and my pistol then…” “And that is all you will need.” Minty stepped out of the bed, not bothering to cover her body. On a table at the other end of the room, lay a short sword with an ebony hilt, as well as a handgun. “Then I will reclaim my honor!” she said, holding her sword before her. “There is… uh… one other thing.” said the voice. “What’s that?” “It’s something of an… alternate victory condition.” Minty gives the voice a puzzled look. “You see, you can also claim victory if you can make your opponent… urinate.” “Ehhh!?” Minty’s look of puzzlement grew. “I win if my opponent pees!?” “Yes.” said the voice. “The combatants’ bladders will be filling at higher rate than normal. By the same token, you will lose the match if you lose control of your bladder as well.” “So that’s why it’s called the ‘Arena of Desperate Battles’ huh?” Minty nodded. “All right… That seems weird, but I think I got it.” “Very well!” the voice booms. “Then select your first opponent!” You are Minty Chip. You have come to the Arena of Desperate battles in hopes of gaining prestige as a warrior, fighting against various characters of the OmoCommando Universe. There is a twist, however. Not only is a combatant eliminated for having their HP reduced to 0, but they enter battle with rapidly filling bladders. If a combatant empties her bladder in the middle of battle, she automatically loses the match. If a combatant leaks or spurts, she is given a penalty. Upon receiving three penalties, the combatant forfeits the match. As Minty wins battles, she will gain experience and can increase her abilities. The higher an ability, the better Minty will perform in battle. These abilities include: Melee: Overall skill with close range combat, whether it be with a sword, hand-to-hand or any other weapon used at close range. Magic: The ability to cast spells. (At level 1, Minty only knows a basic fire spell. As this level grows, she will learn new spells which will be explained during level-up) Ranged: Overall skill with ranged weaponry, such as guns and bows. Endurance: The ability to endure hits and fight fatigue. Holding: The overall ability to hold one’s pee during a fight, as well as retain bladder control upon be struck in certain sensitive areas. Speed: A general measure of a combatant’s quickness and evasiveness. How to play: Once the opponent is selected and the battle begins, the audience will vote on a battle strategy for her to use that best suits the situation. Most of what I provide will be basic actions such as “sword”, “gun” or “magic” but feel free to provide more elaborate strategies. As battles goes on, the fighters will grow over closer to peeing themselves. Is this going to be violent and bloody? No. It’s a fetish site. Think of this more like comical RPG combat. And as far as pictures go, I’ll probably only be doing one or two so I’m not overwhelmed by things and abandon it like previous stories. We will see how far this goes. Select your opponent: Opponents: World tier: Nikki: Current Arena champion. Fast, deadly melee combatant with exceptional magic skills and a remarkable ability to hold her pee during a fight. In spite of her petit appearance, Nikki is undoubtedly one of the most powerful warriors in the arena. Be prepared for a difficult fight. Current Record: 54 Wins; 44 KO, 10 Peeing || 3 Losses; 0 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Isabel: Special operations soldier of the Republic Fleet with a deadly aim; her ranged combat abilities are unparalleled, but also sports impressive hand-to-hand fighting abilities and even some minor magic capabilities. She can take an amazing amount of abuse in a fight, though her ability to retain bladder control during lengthy matches is average at best. Current Record: 47 Wins; 39 KO, 8 Peeing || 7 Losses; 3 KO, 4 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Natsumi: A mysterious warrior who hails from the outer rim. Known for her peerless swordsmanship and uncanny reflexes, she is a challenge for even the most seasoned of warriors. Also known for impressive endurance and a bladder of steel, Natsumi is a formidable gladiator of the Arena. Current Record: 48 Wins; 36 KO, 12 Peeing || 8 Losses; 5 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Major Tier Erika: An arcane trickster and handy thief from a faraway land. She sports a rapier as well as a bow and arrow, while also wielding some illusory magic abilities. She specializes in no one area but still leads the major tier. Current Record: 24 Wins; 7 KO, 17 Peeing || 13 Losses; 10 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 18 Leila: A rookie cop and dedicated younger sister. Leila is a great shot, has decent hand-to-hand skill, and a rather impressive level of endurance. Her ability to hold in the midst of battle is nothing to scoff at either. Current Record: 21 Wins; 12 KO, 9 Peeing || 7 Losses; 4 KO, 3 Peeing Rayna: A girl who was given the gift of magic through genetic experimentation, she sports a wide array of magic abilities. Nearly every other skill she has, however, is a bit lacking. Especially her ability to hold her pee. Current Record: 14 Wins; 13 KO, 1 Peeing || 12 Losses; 2 KO, 10 Peeing Minor Tier Emma: An diligent medical student and intellectual girl, but Emma is no stranger to combat. She knows how to shoot and she knows how to throw a good kick, in addition to knowing a bit of healing magic. Her pee-holding abilities, however, are in question. Current Record: 14 Wins; 9 KO, 5 Peeing || 15 Losses; 8 KO, 7 Peeing Sammy: A young girl and relatively new fighter, but has shown some fair promise in the use of magic. Due to her physical build, however, she is relatively weak in other areas, including holding Current Record: 3 Wins; 2 KO, 1 Peeing || 3 Losses; 1 KO, 2 Peeing Aimee: A pop-idol who decided to participate in order to gain a bit of publicity at the behest of her agent. In spite of having decent combat abilities, the strength of her bladder is horribly lacking. Current Record: 1 Win; 1 KO, 0 Peeing || 30 Losses; 2 KO, 28 Peeing Edit: Emma nerfed, Aimee win/loss record updated
  14. Games Within Games

    Author’s Note: tl;dr Ya can’t get rid of me that easily. Once upon a time, I was an aspiring author on this site. I started many a project only to have it die through no fault of its own, entirely my own. All of my projects have fallen prey to an unsteady work schedule, distractions, and personal feelings of inadequacy and dissatisfaction. Now however, my work schedule has settled, the time consuming process of creating the scripts for High Tide is over, and reviving my fiction on Royal Road is basically done. I have decided to once again take up the sword. … I mean the pen. … or is it cursor? Regardless, from the not so brilliant mind that brought you nothing worth mentioning whatsoever, I present to you yet another forgettable work. Comments/complaints/suggestion are welcome and as always: Enjoy. Games Within Games Chapter I: On The Way Home Sonata grinned happily as she held onto her package. The cardboard box was clearly too large for the newly turned thirteen year old to hold properly, but she wouldn’t give it to anyone else. She would have skipped if not for the fact it would upset her precarious grasp on the box. As it were, her long caramel colored hair danced with the slight bounce in her step. “Curb,” warned her twin sister Moxie as they exited the mall and stepped into the parking lot. Although the two girls were practically identical in height and build, that was were the similarities ended. Sonata had green eyes while Moxie’s were hazel. Sonata liked to wear her long caramel hair loose and Moxie always tied her honey colored hair in a ponytail. Sonata preferred wearing cheap designer knock-offs whereas Moxie couldn’t be bothered to care and just bought things similar to what Sonata chose. Today Sonata was wearing a t-shirt and jeans while Moxie wore a sport jacket and mini skirt. Moxie was acting as Sonata’s eyes since she couldn’t see below the box. Their father, Ted followed behind them carrying Moxie’s box. A fairly handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes, Ted often joked that he clearly couldn’t possibly be their father since neither of his daughters had inherited his hair or eye color. “Thanks Sis.” Sonata carefully stepped down the curb and hurried to the family’s sedan. After depositing the purchases in the trunk. Everyone piled into the car and they left. “I can’t wait!” Sonata threw her hands in the air, accidentally hitting the roof of the car. She glanced towards her sister who was watching her antics in quiet amusement. “Come on, I know you’re excited too.” “Of course I am.” Moxie grinned. The grin faded from her face as the car pulled to a halt. “Oh dear.” “That’s a lot of traffic.” Sonata’s enthusiasm faded bit as her hands fell. “Rats. I wanted to make my character today too.” “You have to wait for tomorrow. Mom and I have guidelines to set for you two first.” “Oh yeah, you told us that earlier didn’t you?” Sonata giggled. “My bad, I forgot.” Stop. Go. Stop. Go. Traffic was making progress, just not very much. At all. “Squirrel.” “Locust.” “Tarantula.” “...Aardvark’s already been said, right?” “Yup. “What about Anteater?” “That too.” “Ant?” “Yup.” “Uh… alright fine, you got me.” Moxie bowed out of the game. The rules for the game were simple. Each player had to think of an animal that started with same letter as the last letter of the previous and no animal could be repeated. “Arowana.” “Archerfish.” “Horsefly.” Sonata and Ted continued back and forth for another several minutes before Ted gave up trying to think up an animal that started with ‘x’. “You’re too good,” sighed Moxie. Sonata just nodded smugly. But as the glow of her victory faded, she realized something. Back when they were still at the mall she first noticed the slight urges to use the restroom. With the mall being a mere forty-five minute drive away she’d opted to wait until they got home rather than deal with the unpleasantness of the one at the mall. But here they were half an hour later still only a couple car lengths past the freeway entry ramp stuck in a sea of cars. She shifted uncomfortably and looked at the cars in front hoping for some hint of the gridlock breaking. “How long do you think it will be until we get home?” The asker was not Sonata but Moxie from her position leaning against the door, resting her head against the cool glass of the window. “Dunno,” replied Ted. “I’ve never seen such bad traffic. Must be an accident or something.” “Oh.” “Why? Something the matter?” “No...not really.” Time and the car crept along in equal measure as if moving through molasses. As the pressure behind the waistband of Sonata’s jeans steadily increased, she found herself asking the question of whether she really could wait until they got home or not. Better to be safe than sorry. “Do you think we can stop somewhere? I kinda have to use the restroom.” “I was thinking trying surface streets anyways,” confessed Ted. “Might be faster. I’ll find some place after we get off the freeway.” “Thanks.” Getting off the freeway turned out to be more of a project than any of them were expecting. Sonata’s clenched fist drummed against the window frame as she pressed her thighs together. Where was the darn exit already?! “Dad, please hurry.” Moxie crossed her legs pressing back into the seat. “You know I can’t honey, what’s wrong?” “I really need to use the restroom.” Moxie took deep breaths as she bounced her knees up and down. “Why didn’t you go at the mall?” “I didn’t need to go then.” All this talk of the restroom wasn’t helping Sonata at all. Her need seemed to spike in intensity and she clenched her muscles until it subsided somewhat. She rubbed her thighs together. Hopefully they would find something soon. But soon wouldn’t come soon enough. Moxie gasped and pressed a hand between her legs. The exit was in sight. They’d only have to last until they got off the freeway and found some place to stop. After a couple seconds Moxie removed her hand. Sonata shot her a sympathetic glance. A short while later the hand was back again, Moxie squirming in the seat panting. “I c-I can’t hold it!” she squeaked out. “Please, just pull over!” “Here?” “Anywhere!” “There’s not enough room on the shoulder.” Moxie choked back a sob. She needed to keep waiting even though she couldn’t. Her entire body shook with exertion. Her skirt was hiked up exposing her white underwear as she used both hands to fight back against the impending flood. “You can do it, sis.” Sonata kicked off a shoe and hoisted her foot onto the seat so that she could sit on her heel. She leaned over and rubbed her sister’s back pretending not to notice the tears gathering in Moxie’s eyes. “I can’t!” Moxie hissed back quietly. “Sonata, even if we find somewhere I don’t think I can stand up.” “Well just… try your best, I guess.” Sonata pressed against her heel hard as her need spiked again. With shaking fingers she undid her jeans and that seemed to take the edge off the intensity, at least a tiny bit. By some miracle they managed to make it onto the exit ramp. The sharp sound of liquid hitting leather filled the car as despite Moxie’s best efforts she lost a spurt. She clenched everything she possibly could, eyes squeezed shut. With monumental willpower she managed to clamp down on the sudden outflow and regain some semblance of control. The cost was more than Moxie realized. More than her now wet underwear, skirt, bottom, and hands. Across the row Sonata’s need reached a new peak as she was forced to listen. Her body reacted sympathetically, intent on ridding itself of its own liquids. Sonata bit down on her lip as she finally joined Moxie in bracing her tired muscles using her hand. The car pulled into a gas station, and both girls immediately piled out. Moxie lost control again as she stepped onto the pavement. She bobbed and danced rivulets of urine trailing down her legs as she grimly held the leaking to a slow steady stream for a few more seconds before being overpowered. She covered her face in shame as urine flowed freely soaking her socks, shoes, and creating a huge puddle. The only bright side was that she had spared the car seat… mostly. Sonata didn’t pay any mind to Moxie focused instead on getting herself to a restroom before she too suffered a most embarrassing fate. She barged into the gas station’s convenience store holding her herself. Blushing furiously she asked the attendant between curtsies where the restroom was and promised to buy something. The attendant pointed off in a direction and Sonata ran like mad. A few minutes later a very much relieved but still very embarrassed Sonata emerged and purchased a small snack before returning to the car. Moxie mopped up everything as best she could with a freshly purchased package of napkins and they set off again. Sonata offered Moxie a gummy bear and she accepted gratefully.
  15. Hey guys. After seeing some youtube channels with videos of desperate girls from live TV chat shows in the General Discussions forum, I went through all these vids and uncovered some real gems, where desperation is really obvious. I have thus downloaded these vids and will gradually post the really good ones on this thread. Hopefully, if anyone else has similar kinds of videos, they can post them here as well. (Note to moderators: I was unsure whether posting this stuff is banned or not. I've read the rules and there doesn't appear to be anything banning the posting of such vids. In fact, almost all these vids are publicly available on youtube, and since they're take from live TV stations, the girls do know that they are being filmed. However, should you really wish me to stop posting them, just inform me). The first video is from hot blonde Mikki B from red light central. You can see her obvious desperation - she holds herself, crouches on the floor, leg bouncing, and any person with no experience of lip-reading (myself included) can tell that she is pleading to be let off screen. (Note: this video originally came in two parts....I have merged them together for convenience). Enjoy RLC1 to09 10 2014 827 flv 010(1)(1).mp4
  16. Omo Rocket's art thread

    I've been posting a bit of omo art lately, and decided i'd start my own thread. To begin, here's a little comic i made about a desperate security guard.
  17. Of the bat, what is your favorite video and why? Let's have everybody's best here to explore. Mine is this one This video just turns me up and round all my gears. The moans, the shaking and the struggle as she keeps on fighting the urge and stopping the leaks for almost 20 minutes. Best with headphones and high volume :)
  18. I don’t own any rights to life is strange, also, this is my first contribution to this cite, so, please do enjoy, and feel free to comment and critique. To those who have played through Life is Strange: Before the Storm, I am starting with Chloe and Rachel on the train, written in Rachel’s Point of View. Also, for the sake of this piece, and for my own comfort, Rachel, Chloe, and anyone else I may mention are 18+ and instead of it being a Highschool, Blackwell is a college. Sorry for the length, I kinda just went with the flow. Rachel’s desperate train ride I had just jumped on a train, with Chloe Price. I am ditching school, with Chloe Price. She is such a rebel, and I really don’t see what people have against her. She has no shame, hell, I was changing, and she walked in. I mean, I don’t mind, at all. I was just hoping to visit the restroom before she came in to give me my belt. But, perhaps it was Hella entertaining to see her walk in on me. She was definitely looking. But, that doesn’t change the fact that I didn’t get a chance to pee before coming on this train. I am sure I can hold it longer though, I just don’t want her to know. I just hope I can find a way to escape just long enough to find some relief with out drawing attention. The train suddenly shakes, and my need rises. When was the last time I went, cause, shit, I need to go. I notice Chloe looking over, I sit on the wooden box looking out of the train. “Pull up a chair Price, the view is amazing” “K…. Where is this going?” “I don’t know.” I cross my legs, not only to hide my need, but also to help hold it in. I need to go. Bad. “North? Maybe we will end up in Seattle!” Why did I wear jeans? If worst came to worst, if I wore my costume, or even some black sweats, may have been able to hide it did I did the worst thing imaginable, piss myself in front of the girl I actually really like. Not gonna lie, I hadn’t peed since last night, not cause I was lazy, but because I was too busy planning for today, and also, Fire walk. Damn, I want to catch my father in the act, but how bad would it be if I stop him, hate him for it, in soaked jeans. Shit, I really need to go. And Chloe, what will she think? What if she hates me for wetting myself like a little kid. I should have included a bathroom break in my plan. I have needed to pee since, god, since Firewalk. My bladder trembles as I start clenching at my crotch, How close am I really to pissing myself? “Rachel, you ok?” I look up to see a concerned look on chloe’s face, with maybe, a twist of something else? “Yeah, I’m fine, I just, I don’t know. Did you find a seat yet?” “Yeah, right here. Rachel, are you sure you are ok? You look like you need to-” “I said I was ok Price.” I gasp as a little bit comes out, Why didn’t I fucking go before getting on this train. “I think your lying to me. Rachel, When was the last time you-” “I think we should do something fun.” I decide to sit in the floor, doing everything I can to hold it in. But what Chloe said next Startled me, “V-Card’s been punched, Rachel. I’m sorry.” That was enough that some more came out. And took me everything not to lose complete control. “Wow” I honestly was thinking of two truths and a lie, but, like I said before, this girl has no shame. I’m sure if she were in my position she would have just told me. “Too far?” “Well, I don’t know.” “I see it caused you to, uh.” I look down to see a baseball sized patch on my crotch. “Yeah, I have needed to pee since, well, last night.” “You think you can make it until we get to, umm, wherever we are going.” “There isn’t even a bathroom there Price. I really don’t know.” “Rachel…. I” “Forget it Chloe, I just need to figure out what to do.” Things were silent for some time. I need to go so bad. How do I relieve myself without peeing myself in front of Chloe? Think Rachel, Think. “Hey, Rachel, I…… I think you should just.” “Do what Chloe? I’m on the verge of peeing myself. No one my age should even. Oh god Chloe.” I then notice her look down. Chloe was hiding something. “Just tell me Chloe.” She finally gives in. “I think you should just go right there. Honestly, You will feel better.” I was in shock, She thinks I should just do what I was avoiding doing. But, I can’t be mad at her. She can’t hide it from me. She wants to see me do this. I honestly want to just willingly let go, but, not with her there. “Chloe Price, You’re hella weird.” Her eyes go wide, “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be weird, I just want to help and-” “Relax Chloe. So, when did you start to like to see people like me in this state?“ “What! No I Don’t!” “You can’t lie to me, Chloe.” God I need to go, so badly. “So, mind telling me something else about yourself? I could use a distraction from my bursting bladder.” “Well, I’m not really that interesting.” There is a pause as she tries desperately to change the topic. Meanwhile I’m trying desperately not to piss myself. Not yet anyway. “Well, It’s nice Rachel we’re having.” I laugh, “What!?” It hurts to hold it in. In fact, it seems I let a little more out. Enough to make the patch a tad bit larger. I notice Chloe’s eyes bulge a it, well that and her comment. “Uh, I meant Weather. Nice weather. And, uh. yeah.” It almost seems ok to let it go knowing she would enjoy it, but I still can’t just let go. I have always been Bladder shy, guess I never really noticed it until she wanted me to just release on command. However, laughing did help release a bit. “Chloe, I need to go so bad.” “Why not just let go. Might make the rest of our trip to….. mystery place, easier.” “Hella easier.” “Hella? Who says that anymore?” “It’s a Cali thing.” “California?” “Long beach, Also Ambidextrous.” “No Shit.” “I was going to use them in a game of two truths and a lie, but it looks like my bladder had other plans.” “How bad do you need to go anyway?” “Very, It hurts to hold it in.” “Just let it go. I don’t like seeing you in pain.” “I can’t, even if I try I won’t be able to with, well, other people around. besides, as much as you don’t like me in pain, you sure don’t mind walking into my dressing room without flowers.” “You wanted a belt, perhaps if you loosen it or tighten it you could.” “No, I think I should just make a deal with you Price.” “Excuse me?” “It seems that when I laugh I am able to relieve myself, as I know you saw.” “Umm. So I make you laugh and you wet, right?” “Deal is, I let you find my one ticklish spot, and let you see me pee myself if you promise me that before we both head back home, you piss yourself.” “Rachel Amber, You are hella weird. I promise.” “Pinky Promise?” We locked pinkies. Things are turning out better than I thought, my biggest mistake, What I thought might be the way things ended with her, this may be how we bond. I never thought I, at my age, would be peeing myself, and maybe liking it? “Well, I guess this is our game now. Where is Rachel Amber ticklish. One right answer. Feel free to search away.” I am most ticklish on my feet. Which is why I never wear sandals or flipflops. I don’t want people seeing my most valuable parts, except when I am on stage. When I am Prospera, I don’t mind being barefoot. I only want the right people looking at them for the right reasons, like if Chloe were to look at them when I need to pee this bad. But I still tend to try to get shoes on as soon as possible because I swear the next time I catch someone staring at my feet. Except Chloe, and maybe even Steph Gingrich, the nerd lesbian in our school. I wonder how she would have responded to this situation. Not in the way Chloe has I am sure. God Chloe, quit starring, just start searching. “So, my first guess is….” She starts scanning my body, I swear she was purposefully staring at my chest a couple of time. A natural Chloe Price move. “Armpits.” I take off my flannel shirt and lift my arms up. “Try it yourself.” She starts scratching, but to no avail. It might kill my bladder, but the tease is on. “Damn, sides?” She lifts up my shirt enough to access my sides. My bladder is Aching. Come on Chloe, I really need the relief. “How bout this. You guess this next time, I tell you the story of any other people on campus I saw wet.” I wink “Might have a certain someone at fire walk on that list.” She perks up, “I did not!” “If you guess right, you just may find out.” “Shit, okay… umm…” She reaches over and starts untying my shoes. Relief here I come. “You must be ticklish here Rachel.” She starts taking off shoes and socks. And my bladder is just dying of anticipation. She found my relief. All I can do is smile. “Try it out Price, today may just be your lucky day.” As soon as she starts scratching I scream out in laughter. My bladder lets spurts out little at a time until I stop Chloe, because finally, my bladder wont stop emptying. So much relief. I can’t help but cry as the pain starts slowly going away. I stand up and allow Chloe the show that she had been dying to see. Feeling the warmth run down my legs, soaking up every spot it came across. It was amazing, and now I am questioning why I never tried this before. All was silent, except for the sound of urine pouring down to the floor. Once the stream died down to a pitter-patter, and then halted, Chloe spoke up. “I am so sorry for putting you through this. You really must have needed to go and-” “Chloe Price, you don’t need to be sorry. Besides, you still owe me a wetting yourself. And lets hope you aren’t pee shy like I am, cause that is painful.” “Oh, yeah. And you owe me stories. Oh, and don’t worry, no pee shyness here.” There was silence for quite some time. I look at the damage. The entire back side is soaked and so is most of the front. Honestly, if this were to have happened in front of anyone else, I would have been embarrassed. But not with Chloe. She just continued to stare at my mess in awe. I decide to speak up “It, actually felt pretty nice. You might be seeing a lot more of this out of me Chloe.” She smiles, “Rachel Amber, you look hot in those soaked jeans.” “How hot?” “Hella Hot.” We laugh as my piss stained jeans glistened in the sun light entering the train. I looked out, and saw the park my father would be going to be, presumably. “We’re here!” “Where?” “Jump and find out!” “What about the stories?” “I’ll tell you as you start to show signs of desperation.” “Alright, Fuck it.” Chloe jumped out, I follow, hoping this day will only get more and more interesting. Once again, sorry about the length. If the demand is high enough I may continue this. Who has Rachel seen wet? Could she have been behind the reason behind some of them? How will Rachel react to seeing Chloe peeing herself? And who was it at Firewalk that Rachel saw piss themself?
  19. Hullo there, Omorashi Hive Mind! I had a curiosity pinked and figured this was the best place to come to have it satiated...was wondering if there were/how many videos are there of desperate women who have to pee outside, but rather than just squatting, they lift their leg against a wall or a railing or some sort of other elevated object? I don't know why, but the idea of a desperate lady lifting her leg on something in order to violently soak it is incredibly scintillating... Thanks in advance for any leads, folks!
  20. Nelipot Art Thread

    Kinda getting into doing omo art so heres a thread to dump that! Heres a messy doodle of a gal leaking to start us up...
  21. Hello omoking here I would like to ask which cartoon characters you would want to see wet themselves. My personal favorites are: Francine and Hayley Smith from American Dad Mabel Pines from Gravity Falls Star Butterfly from Star vs the Forces of Evil.
  22. The Rebel’s cruiser was under attack by Darth Vader’s Stormtrooper army. Princess Leia sent a couple of Rebel troops to fight them. They held their guns ready to shoot Vader’s troops. Leia runs to get some water from cafeteria, now she drank five glasses of water and raced down to where R2-D2 is. She did this quickly before the Stormtroopers come and get her. Now Vader’s Stormtroopers come and start firing at the Rebels but some of them missed and the Rebels killed some of them... But Darth Vader come and killed all the Rebel troops Leia sent out, but remaining Captain Antilles. Vader sent out another set of Stormtroopers out to find the Captain. Vader’s Stormtroopers found and located Captain Antilles, Vader was notified by this and walked off to his location. Meanwhile: Leia made it to where R2 was and she started to get R2 to record her giving a recorded message to an Obi Wan Kenobi. She got it set up and squatted down to do the message. She just felt a unknown feeling in her bladder she had to pee, she told her mind that she had to hold it in and pee after the recorded message. Leia just started recording herself. “Help me O. Before she could say the rest her bladder couldn’t stop, she ignored it and continued with the message. “bi Wan Ken. It happen again but this time she felt a squirt of pee coming out, but she still continued with it. “obi you ar. She stopped to and felt a bigger leak come out, but she still continued. ”e my only hope. Just then she couldn’t hold it anymore and started peeing herself and her white dress was ruined. She had no other time to retake so she just went with it. Later: C3P0 and R2D2 went in a escape pod to the planet Tatooine where they were brought by Luke Skywalker and Luke tried to fix R2 because he had something jammed in him. Luke opened it and watch the message and saw his sister who he did not know yet pee herself.
  23. is there any film or feature film about a woman needing to pee and she bursts at the end? I don't mean like a short film or a YouTube video.
  24. Mojikue(ver1.0)

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    First attempt at writing an interactive story, so don't too harsh on me. You can choose more than one option, but not option conflicting each other (you'll see). Let's begin... ~ Date: 27 July 2008, 10:54 AM From: ella.p@pißallgmbh.com To: louise.d@pißallgmbh.com Cc: × Subject: Re: meeting presentation - Louise, Due to your previous request, you could find the corrected presentation attached. I noticed some mistakes on paragraph 3 and 5, but I managed to shorten them up a litte. Let's give it a quick glance before our 2 PM meeting, please: I need to review some parts and be sure the japanese translations are correct (despite my degree I still get really nervous lol). I'm still hungover from last night; I know these clients are important but I don't think it should be our 'professional duty' to carry them around karaokes and drinking cocktails. Don't get me wrong, I didn't mind Mr. Shinichi looking at my breast from time to time, but we still need to be in the office this morning at 9! My head hurts and I thought I almost puked in the subway this morning. Luckily I'm recovering rehydratating myself with lots of water and coffee... how are you? I saw you pretty messed up last night! Maybe you should: A. Come by my office and take a look at the presentation together; if so, can you bring me also a cup of coffee, deary? B. Correct my corrections and send me the new 'presentation' via mail, while I gulp down another bottle of water. C. Forget it! I'll do all the work, don't bother me! You're always unavailable when needed! D. Send me your assistant to help me: one of my heel got stuck in a grate this morning and it's almost broken. I don't want to attend the meeting barefeer, how embarassing! I should ask Jeremy to help me, but this lazy-ass assistant didn't came to work this morning! One more mistake and I'll fire hime! I'm waiting for an answer! Ella presentation1.ppx 19.7 MB