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  1. anony123

    絶望の密閉空間

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    A new game featuring art by Hentai Musume. From what I can tell, it's about a girl who just moved to a new school and made a new friend. They decide to go to one of the girls' apartment (not sure which girl), and then the elevator breaks down, so the girl has to go to the bathroom. Desperation and omorashi eventually ensue. As this is by Hentai Musume, be warned that, just like the circle's other works, the focus is on scat: there is no wetting or pee desperation, only poop desperation and free pooping/messing, so if you are not into scat, this is probably not the game for you. The game's rather expensive for the content provided: As far as I can tell the game only has two routes (for a total of three choices), so personally I think it's not worth the price. But if you're into messing and or pooping, you might like this one. To support the author and helping ensure they'll consider making more games, you can buy the game itself either on DLsite or on Booth: DLsite is slightly more expensive but you get points from buying things, which you can save up for other content that you wish. Booth is cheaper but it seems to be more finnicky with payment options and doesn't accept PayPal for R-18 content. Which store is best is up to you. Links: https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ248274.html (DLsite) https://henmusu.booth.pm/items/1270788 (Booth)

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  2. Burstin

    Trapped and bursting

    I thought I’d just take 5 minutes to jot down possibly the most cliché thing that has ever happened to me… On Thursday I headed to work holding an all-night full bladder which was absolutely bursting when I woke. Showering was difficult but somehow I managed to hold on, and the drive to work was insufferable, I vowed that I would pee as soon as I got into work but there was so much to do that I got distracted and although I was aware that my bladder was about to explode I managed to hold it through the morning. I was upstairs in the stockroom at around 1pm when the urgency hit me with such force that I had to cross my legs tightly, I was mid stock take and fortunately alone so I held myself and pee danced while I completed the last page. As I was about to leave and head to the loo one of my team leaders came upstairs to ask me some questions, I needed a wee so badly that I could barely concentrate on a word she was saying and I had to squeeze everything so tightly that I thought I would rupture something. I stood there trying desperately not to wet myself whilst also trying to wrap up the conversation quickly so that I could dash to the loo. My legs were crossed and I daren’t move for fear of a flood, it hurt so much that I really couldn’t think of anything other than how desperately I needed the loo. I think my team leader was mid-sentence when I blurted out “I’m sorry, I’m desperate for the loo, I’ve got to go”, I headed towards the stairs but knew I wouldn’t make it so quickly jumped in the goods lift and dragged the doors closed behind me… I pressed the button and held myself as a small squirt of pee escaped. The lift had barely started to move when it jumped to a halt, this caused another slightly larger squirt. I was so desperate I knew I couldn’t hold it for much longer and cursed myself for not making time to relieve myself earlier! I stabbed at the buttons with my finger but nothing happened, I pee danced furiously, my judgement was clouded by my desperation and I spent a good 5 minutes just standing there trying not to wet myself before remembering that I needed to inform somebody that I was there. I pressed the alarm button firmly whilst crossing my legs tighter and pressing my free hand into my crotch, after what seemed like an eternity my team leader came to the door and shouted down that she would get help. I hoped she would hurry as I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold back the flood, I was already dreading wetting myself and being forced to do the walk of shame in front of my rescuers! My only saving grace was that because it was a goods lift there were no cameras inside it so I was free to hold myself and pee dance as much as I needed. I paced back and forth slowly in the small space, trying not to jolt my bladder too much but taking advantage of the fact that moving legs seemed to help. I managed to hold it pretty well like this for around 15 minutes, carefully and slowly pacing with every ounce of concentration trying to relax and not panic. After that though it suddenly became so painful that I could hardly walk, I was so utterly desperate for a wee I contemplated squatting in a corner and letting go, however with the industrial metal floor there was nothing so soak it up and I would have to face my rescuers knowing that the puddle on the floor came from my bladder… Far too embarrassing! I knew I had no choice but to try my hardest to hold it and hope that I wouldn’t be stuck for too long. My manager had been along and reassured me that an engineer was on his way but that it could be up to 4 hours, I knew there was absolutely no way on earth I could hold it for anywhere near that long so hoped he would be quick. I unzipped my trousers and placed both hands into my crotch, carefully pressing a single finger onto my pee hole then using the pressure of both hands to press it firmly into place. It really hurt, so much so that it brought tears to my eyes but I blinked them back and gritted my teeth as the pain settled a little. In that moment I’d have given anything to be able to relieve myself, my abdomen felt as though it was going to explode with the pressure and the pain low down was tremendous but I was absolutely determined not to wet myself. Another 30 minutes passed and the chance of me getting to a loo before the dam burst was becoming less and less likely, I had leaked a substantial amount and was back to trying to ‘walk it off’ but I was so desperate that I could hardly walk! I shouted up to see if there was any update on an engineer and my team leader said she would go and find out, she had been charged with keeping me company but I wasn’t particularly fussed about company unless that company could get me out or provide me with a bucket or something to pee into! When she eventually returned she said that my manager was calling to get an update, she had come to the floor below me this time and we discovered we could speak using our normal voices rather than shouting. “You ok?” she asked, “I’m literally bursting for a wee, I don’t think I can hold it for much longer” I replied, I no longer cared who knew it. “Didn’t you go earlier when you said you needed it?” she asked, “Erm, no, that was when I got stuck in the lift, it’s hurting it’s so bad now!” I said through my gritted teeth. “Oh my god I’m surprised you’ve not wet yourself!” she exclaimed, “I’m not far off!” I laughed weakly, trying to make light of the situation. She then launched into a tale of the time she had needed a wee the most “Once I was on my way to my Nan’s house on the train and I was desperate for a wee, then the train got stuck and had to stop because someone had jumped in front of a train further down the line so we were there for almost 3 hours before someone finally came and got us off the train and walked us to a coach to take us to the next station. I was absolutely beside myself. I was so desperate that I even considered just letting it go onto the seat, I was wearing a skirt so could have hiked it up and just peed, but I was embarrassed so I held it!” Suddenly I was fascinated, “Wow, how on earth did you hold it for all that time?” I asked her, “It was okay at first I just needed it badly then it got worse and worse and worse until eventually it was all I could think about and then when they came to get us off the train and onto the coach I had to hold myself while I walked, climbing down the ladder onto the track was almost more than I could manage, I had to really squeeze hard to hold it in or I’d have peed on the guy at the bottom holding the ladder!” she answered, “Oh dear, how on earth did you manage to hold it until the next station on the coach?” I asked, flushing with excitement but trying to play it cool. “Well, walking wasn’t too bad, it seemed to help even though it hurt, but when I got on the coach I had to hold myself again and bounced around on the seat like crazy! There was several of us all in the same state though, there was one woman who peed as soon as we got off the train, she just stooped down where she was and peed, it went on forever she must have been absolutely desperate to resort to that, we were all standing there and she was just peeing in the middle of us all!” she then added “Sorry, it’s probably not helping talking about people weeing while you’re so desperate!” “Actually it’s taking my mind off it a little for some reason” I answered, eager to continue the conversation I added “So how long had you been holding it, and why didn’t you go before you got on the train?” “Well, I’d been shopping in Birmingham before getting on the train and had drunk a large coffee and a bottle of water, oh and a large coke at McDonalds with my lunch, I realised I needed it while I was stood on the platform but it was a long way to go all the way back up to the station and I didn’t want to miss my train, plus my Nan only lives a few minutes from the train station so I thought I’d be able to go in half an hour or so when I got off the train, little did I know there would be such a delay!” she answered, I could barely move again now from the pressure and pain in my bladder, I was standing with my legs crossed and my hands in my crotch and genuinely thought I was about to lose it. “It was the worst I’ve ever needed a wee, it hurt so badly that I would have done anything to be able to go! I was looking for a cup or anything that I could just let a bit out into, I even got up and walked to see if there was an empty carriage so I could hide behind a seat and go but there were people in all of them” she said, “I’m surprised you didn’t end up wetting yourself!” I exclaimed, afraid that I was about to do exactly that. “No, I was determined I wasn’t going to do that, I surprised myself with how long I could hold it actually, after an hour I thought I couldn’t hold it any longer but it was more than 4 hours by the time I got to the loo at the next station” she said, sounding proud. “Wow that’s a long time to hold it, I’m not surprised it hurt, I bet you ran to the loo when you got to the station didn’t you?” I enquired, I was squeezing everything but still trickling now, standing with my legs crossed trying to concentrate on my questions and remain part of the conversation despite my bladder beginning to fail in the most painful of ways. “Well to be honest by the time I got off the train I could hardly walk, my bladder hurt so much and was so hard that when I walked it felt as though it was bouncing and it really hurt and I felt as though if I opened my legs too far I would wee myself! So I had to walk slowly and really squeeze hard, I pretty much waddled to the loo and there was only one cubicle with several people waiting, I literally didn’t think I could hold it any longer and was trying not to hold myself as people were looking so I just stood with my legs crossed so tightly and everything tensed and held on for dear life until it was my turn, I have to admit I had started to pee a little by the time I got to the front of the queue and by the time it was my turn my knickers were damp and my tights had wet streaks down them! It was the best wee EVER!” she proclaimed. I had fallen silent in desperation, I had to go SO badly that I couldn’t even form a sentence, it hurt like nothing on earth and I was barely holding it despite the squeezing and pressing of my fingers deeply into my pee hole. “Are you okay in there boss?” the team leader asked, “Mmm hmmm!” I replied through gritted teeth, I threw my head back and bit my lip as the pain reached unbearable levels. “I bet you’re about to burst aren’t you? You’ve been in there for two hours!” she said, I hadn’t realised it had been that long, no wonder it was so agonisingly painful, I had been bursting at the seams when I entered the lift! “I’m going to wet myself, is the engineer here yet?” I asked frantically as pee rushed out of my pee hole past my fingers and soaked my crotch leaving a wet patch that ran down my thigh. I tried to hold it but it was just becoming so urgent that I was having real trouble. “You can hold it, remember me on the train? I thought I was going to wet myself but held it for hours, it hurts but you can hold it!” she replied, “I thought I was going to wet myself when I was talking to you earlier, now it’s actually happening! I really can’t hold it it’s starting to come! PLEASE find someone who can let me out, can you pull the doors open?? Even if you just pass something in like a bucket or something?” I pleaded. I could hear her tugging at the doors and I could hear the outer one open, “Can you open the door? I can see the bottom of the lift!” she said, I had to really hold myself as I pulled open the door, there was a gap at the bottom but it was only about an inch wide, it was no good, she couldn’t pass in a bucket or anything that would help. I thought I was going to cry, I was literally about to burst, my bladder hurt so much and was cramping so badly that I knew I would completely lose it any second. “Ooh, I know!” she said and I heard her rush off, I was really leaking when she came back but was valiantly trying to hold back the full flood, my trousers were becoming more and more damp though and their pale grey colour was really showing the streaks! I was panicking which didn’t help, “Here! It has no holes as it has to keep the air in, it can be our secret I won’t tell anyone!” she said as she pushed a plastic vacuum storage bag through the tiny gap, “Go into this and pass it back through to me and I will throw it away, I’ll make sure nobody comes while you do it!” she said. I have never been so grateful in my whole life; I rolled down the top of the huge Ziploc back and made a sort of bucket shape out of the thick plastic. It felt weird pulling down my trousers and knickers but I was so utterly bursting that I soon got over it in favour of relief, I squatted down over the rolled up bag and before I had time to think about it I was letting rip the strongest, fastest wee I have ever known, it could clearly be heard hitting the plastic and it hurt a little to finally be relaxing my sore muscles. It felt hot coming out and I couldn’t stop shaking as I finally felt my poor bladder empty… “Blimey, are you ever going to stop? Do you need another bag?” I heard my team leader just outside the door laughing. I felt so embarrassed that I stopped peeing almost instantly and just couldn’t start again, I still needed it quite badly but at least I felt a lot better than I had moments before. I lingered over the bag for a while desperately starting to restart the stream to feel the relief of a full bladder but the embarrassment of the situation had overcome the desperation so I knew it was a lost cause. I stood up and sighed with relief before carefully lifting the bag up and meticulously sealed the top of the bag to ensure than none could escape as I squeezed it out of the gap for my ever loyal team leader to dispose of! As I passed it out of the gap I thanked her for her innovation, she had saved me a major embarrassment, particularly since it was another 2 hours before the engineer arrived and another 30 minutes before he managed to free me, by this time my trousers had dried but I was absolutely bursting for a wee again and couldn’t wait to go and sit on a lovely cool toilet and enjoy complete relief! My team leader hasn’t stopped talking about it every time we’re alone now, and keeps telling me every time she’s desperate for a wee! I may have started something! x
  3. This is my full collection of videos of girls peeing in elevators or stairs (most of them are from russia strangely), enjoy them ps not sure if they are allowed, I think yes since they do it in public places near cctv cameras, if not delete the thread pps if you have other videos I missed feel free to post it in comments baghead2.mp4 Brunetka robi siku na polpietrze.mp4 Elevator Pee Session(Original_H.264-AAC).mp4 elevator.mp4 floor_pee.mp4 Girl piss on stairs - CCTV (360p).mp4 I'm just going to pee in the elevator instant_regret.mp4 pata sucia...mp4 russ_floor_pee.mp4 russian_elevator_pee.flv xvideos.com_01aeb2a25c3a2621d17d16faf627df1a.mp4 xvideos.com_aac755a40e4aebea19aa2ed1628b0d7c.mp4 yt - MO_xu6Xp00I - cd Channel 05 2017.mp4 Плохая женщина нагадила в подъезде. Смотреть всем!.mp4 Ссыкуха лифтовая, Омск.mp4 实拍:女子电梯内小便高清.mp4
  4. Kait: The dinner was perfect. Todd and I went out for our first anniversary after weeks of barely seeing each other. It’s tough to find time to be together when both our jobs are so time consuming, but we found it. The afterwards however, has not been as pleasant. I had such a great time during dinner that I had forgotten to use the restroom before leaving, which I could’ve handled it if the elevator up to our apartment hadn’t decided to stop only halfway up. Now a half hour later, my bladder is filled beyond bursting. I look over at Todd. He seems so calm. I don’t know he does it, always keeping his cool and being patient with everything, especially me. Maybe that’s what I love the most about him. My bladder decides to interrupt my fawning and sends another cry for help to my brain. I tap my foot trying to distract my brain but the loud clicking of my heels on the elevator floor are more annoying than helpful. ”You alright babe?” Todd says to me. He ‘s standing on the far side of the elevator. Thankfully it’s just the two of us inside. If anyone else was there to witness my predicament I think I would die of embarrassment. ”I’m fine, don’t worry.” I smile at my husband and try to give my most confident pose. Todd: Kait looks so cute trying to hide it. My wife had her biggest smile on her face and was standing in the sexiest pose she had. Of course I could still tell she needed a toilet soon but I pretending to not be able to tell to humor her. The truth is I would greatly enjoy this if I wasn’t about to piss myself aswell. My bladder keeps pulsing, as if it wants me to piss myself in front of the beautiful woman standing a few feet from me. Everything about her is perfect. Her wavy auburn hair, her long legs protruding out from under her sexy white dress, even her little toes sticking out from her open-toe heels. Not that I have a foot fetish, just the first part of her I happened to notice. I lean against the elevator wall, trying to focus on my wife and not my predicament. My staring was interrupted when a jet of piss landed in my underwear. I try to play it off but it’s uncomfortable as hell. I shift around, trying to even put the wetness but at the same time I don’t want to make it obvious. Kait: It’s bad now, it’s real bad. I’ve held it during long meetings and slow traffic but never has it gotten to this extreme. I gently rub my thighs together, hoping to close off my “opening” without having to hold myself. I’m a grown woman right? I would hope after twenty-eight years of life a woman would be able to hold in her pee, but now I’m not too sure. I notice Todd is shifting in place. Does he need a restroom too? I can’t remember if he went before leaving the restaurant or not. If he did go he’s smarter than me. “Hey, is anyone in there?” The voice of the firefighter frightened me, and before I knew it I had let out a leak right into my panties. ”Yeah, me and my wife!” Todd shouts back. His voice sounded tense and anxious, I think he does need a pee. My bladder again reminds me I also need to go, forcing me to cross my legs to try to stop the pain. “We should have it open soon, just be patient and it should be open in a few minutes. A few minutes? I don’t know if I have a few minutes.
  5. We started dating when I was 17 and she 21. She told me this embarrassing story herself, it happened when she was 19 or 20, so I hadn't yet met her at that time. Whenever she suffered from urinary tract infection (UTI) she used to have this technique of drinking a 2 litters bottle of water in 5 minutes and pee a lot - according to her it always worked. At some time when we were dating she was suffering from it again so she told me about this procedure and also the story about when she wet herself. She was feeling really bad about it, and that's the main reason I never told her about my fetish. Anyway... after finishing high school she didn't pass at first time on the university entrance exam, so she did this preparation course for an year. One day she started feeling some cramps-like pain and soon realized it was UTI. For the water technique to work you should do it right at the start of the symptoms. Before leaving the preparation course she drunk a lot of water to pee after getting home. I must say she is the toughest woman I ever met when it's about bladder, for her it was normal to spend 8 or 10 hours without going to the toilet even after drinking a liter (I can't stand 3 hours after having a can of coke!). Also before meeting her I didn't believe it was possible to see any bulging caused by a full bladder - so if she got to her limit, imagine how much pee that was! Her apartment is in a good part of the city, there is a college in front her building so the bus line she used to take to go home had very small intervals, no need to worry about having to pee while waiting or the bus. But a few times a month we have those really bad traffic afternoons and that was one of those. So even that the bus came fast, it wasn't going to reach her place fast. When she got in the bus she was fine, but because of the amount of water after only 15 or 20 minutes she started feeling uncomfortable. She told me in details how the pressure was building up and she started worrying that maybe she would have to leave the bus in the middle of the route to find a place to pee. But after leaving downtown the bus go only trough small streets without any big shops on them, so better to wait to get home. It's also a really hilly way with a lot of bumps, I really don't know how she was enduring it. In her own mind it was too late, impossible to arrive home and she knew she was going to pee in the bus... she didn't leak anything yet, but in her own words "if I peed a drop, I knew everything would come out right there!". She was surprised herself when the bus arrived and she was still dry. So she started walking home really slow, otherwise she wouldn't be able to hold it. It's only a hundred fifty meters from the bus stop, easy and now she was sure she would get home, even that the pain was unbearable. She arrived in her building and passed the doorman she used to chat every day just saying "sorry, I need to pee!" and for her luck the elevator was already on the hall waiting. She used to live on the 8th floor, so it was easy and fast... but when the elevator started going up she just felt bad and let it all out. That simple... in one second she was sure she was going to get home, on the next just the movement of the elevator was enough for causing a flood of pee. Because of her body shape (wide hips and thin waist she was always in really tight jeans) and that time was the same... she told me she could soak 80% of the jeans in the first seconds. I already saw her peeing on the toilet before shower (yep... we were a pretty close couple) and it was normal for it to last a minute even. SO when the door opened and the elevator arrived she just hold the button to keep the doors open and not taking the risk of the elevator to go somewhere else and stayed there on the same place finishing her business - not because she wanted too, just because it wasn't impossible to stop the flow even with all her willpower. She told me there was a huge puddle on the floor but without any smell, so people would probably just think it was water (the doorman at least never made the connection, she was sure he would act different if he realized what happened, also people take the elevator desperate to pee every day and nobody wet themselves). Nobody was home at the time, and nobody saw the accident, but her family is very open and she told them when they arrived (not proud of it). Well... now I regret I never told her that. I'm sure she would actually be proud of making me "that" excited, even that I doubt she would accept any real life playing.
  6. "Mm. This lemonade sure is good." Molly said to her two companions. She had just finished drinking her third cup of lemonade. "You're already finished? That's your third cup!" her friend Ivy exclaimed. "I know. But I was just really thirsty today." Molly replied. Today, Molly was spending her Saturday at the Hendersville Mall with her two friends Kate and Ivy. They had decided to shop for clothes, but at the moment the trio were currently drinking lemonade in the food court. Before settling down, they had just exited the second clothing store they had shopped at. In Molly's first bag was a nice beige-colored blouse and a matching skirt. In her second was a pair of blue jeans and jeans shorts. At the moment Molly was wearing a light blue floral shirt, a pair of pink straight pants, and white casual sneakers. "I'll be right back you guys. I gotta go to to the bathroom. I probably shouldn't have drank all that lemonade like you said." Molly nervously said while getting up. "Can you watch my stuff while I go to the little girls room?" "Sure." Kate said. With that, Molly was off. She entered the hallway to where the bathrooms were, only to be met with a janitor whose name tag read "Nick" and his cart of supplies. "Sorry kid. This is gonna take a while. Go to the bathroom that's two floors down." He said. "Okay," Molly said dutifully. With that she headed towards the elevators. She then pressed the button to call the elevator. TBC
  7. MagicMike123

    Difficulties in the ol’ elevator

    Difficulties in the ol’ elevator Natalie got out of her car and shut the door. She had to pee badly, after having a mega gulp on her half an hour drive to work. She walked across the parking lot with her hand in her crotch. She was barely holding on and finally fumbled through the front door of the office building, and to the elevator. She mashed the button. Natalie twisted and turned as she inventively watched the floor counter. It had been on the same floor for over a minute. She leaked out a drop in to her cotton white panties. She started to dance around the building as the need to go increased. She started to leak again. Natalie glanced over to the stairs, but at that moment, the elevator doors opened and she fumbled in. She pushed the button to go up to her floor. The doors closed as she leaked out a little more. The elevator started to ascend, it climbing to the second, third, fourth… (The fifth was where she worked) Sweet relief! All of a sudden the elevator came to a halt. She slammed her fist against the door, shouting for help. She was the only person who worked on the fifth floor, so nobody was there to hear her. She tried to pry the doors open. She released her hands and gripped the elevator doors, leaking out a continuous flow. It created a big wet patch, but just in time she grabbed her crotch once again. Natalie pressed the emergency call button. A person answered, Hello? What is your emergency? she asked. I’m stuck in an elevator on the fifth floor of the building and I really need to pee, so could you please hurry it up? Sure mam, I’ll get to it in a moment. Wait, you don’t understand, I have a huge wet patch on my pants, please hurry. The woman said it could take ten to fifteen minutes. Dammit Dammit Dammit! she said. She undid her skinny jeans and took them off to ease the pressure on her poor, aching bladder. She sat down and tried to get in to a position that made it better. She tried crossing her legs, for a second it somehow actually worked, but after that it was no use, leaving another huge spot. She got back up and danced around, her bladder felt like a dam during a flood, about to break, spurting water through cracks. She stuck her hand in her crotch and made one futile last attempt to dance around and try to hold it, but she lost complete control and emptied her entire bladder and made a huge puddle that covered most of the floor. She sighed, and sat down, waiting for help to come…
  8. marijose230

    female Elevator wetting

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  10. Hi once again Everyone! ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Today I will recount an encounter that I witnessed after school one day back in 12th grade. At this point of time, I was dating Shruthi, as I still am. This incident however, happened to a classmate of mine called Deepthi. Just to provide an image for the reader, Deepthi was a 5'6", skinny, dark-skinned girl. Coming from a very rich and upper-class family, she was quite snobbish and discriminatory. She used to attend school wearing jeans and a T-shirt, the uniform wasn't mandatory in the ending months of 12th standard, unlike the rest of the saree or Salwa Kameez wearing girls. The story begins when, at the end of the day, I was heading out of the school to catch the bus home. On the bottom floor as I was heading out, I noticed Deepthi, standing out as much as ever, in the long queue outside of the female restroom. I continued on out, entered and sat in the bus, when I noticed a missing book, one that I had probably left in class. I lept out of my seat, and quickly walked back inside to class when I again noticed Deepthi, standing in queue. Her friend Keturah approached her and spoke; "Hey Deepthi,", Deepthi spun around,"You should really get going, the buses will be leaving any time now.", Keturah said. "I know,", replied Deepthi, "But well...Prakr̥ti karegaḷannu!,", she said sheepishly with a small smile. (nature calls). Keturah smile understandingly, bid Deepthi goodbye, and left the building, catching her bus. I sprinted up to my classroom, retrieved the book, and just as I was leaving the building, our bus driver began to honk angrily. I turned to Deepthi and told her that we had to go now, that the bus was leaving. She turned around, face an unadulterated expression of dismay, gave the bathroom door one last longing sigh, and turned away, headed to the bus. I climbed into the bus with her, feeling the anger of the teachers upon us for holding them up. As everyone else was seated, one pair of seats was left at the back, so Deepthi and I took our seats next to each other. Deepthi, opting for the window seat, climbed in first and sat down, firmly folding her denim blue jean clad right leg over the other. Within a minute, I knew that Deepthi's plight was serious. Upon our bus driving over a small bump, Deepthi winced visibly and bend forward, hands tightly folded, and slim caramel elbows pressing tightly and not at all visibly, against her crotch. After a couple of minutes, she began slowly rocking back and forth. Deepthi's stop actually lay after mine. Having always gotten of the bus at my stop, I had no clue as to how much further she lived. Deepthi and I were not actually close friends, rather, we actually didn't really get along that well, myself preferring to socialize with people of my own economic status and personalities. After about 10 minutes of travel, I looked up at her face and saw her desperately biting her lower lip, a worried expression on her face. Another pothole in the road resulted in a squeak and both of her hand clenched, deeply between her thighs. She was clearly on the verge, struggling immensely. The next stop that came, on the bus route, was in front of a shopping complex cum mall. Deepthi, seeing this, almost panting, asked me to move aside. I did so and she sidled out past me, and made a beeline to the front of the bus, in an attempt to get off. The teacher however, was not one to be easily fooled. Deepthi's desperation was not met with sympathy but rather, a sharp and piercing, "OY! Nīvu elli hōguva? Nim'ma Gamyasthāna Mundina!", (Hey! Where are you going? Your stop is later), is a rough translation. Deepthi, speaking in hushed tones, obviously trying her hardest to keep her predicament hidden from the rest of the students, tried to explain her situation to the teacher, but was met with a stern warning against any such nonsense in the future, further reprimand, and a harsh, "Kulithu!", (now sit down). All hope lost, Deepthi gingerly returned to my seat, thighs visibly pressed together. She took her seat silently, not speaking so much as a word, all concentration obviously being diverted towards prevention of a humiliating wetting in front of the entire bus. Within another 5 minutes, the bus had reached my stop, I stood up, slung my bag over my shoulder and made for the exit, when I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned around to see Deepthi, not in any means her usual self, softly whimpering and crying. She spoke softly between quiet sobs; "Nānu barabahudu, dayaviṭṭu?" (please, can I come?). Her predicament was by now so visible that no other words need be spoken. While this may seem rather astonishing to some people it is not so. Foreign readers, people who probably feel that India is a very conservative country, one in which the women would never speak of their need to relieve themselves, especially to a male, would be quite right, but only partially so. In normal cases, where the need is not too urgent, nothing on the subject is spoken. When the need is extremely bad however, women will do just about anything to avoid having an accident. Given the fact that in India, public urination for men at least, is a commonly accepted fact, people will, for the most part, turn a blind eye to a desperate woman squatting in an alleyway. A couple of times in the past, desperate ladies and aunties have asked me as to where the facilities were located, but this was something different. I was particularly taken aback owing to Deepthi's personality. She was from a very rich family and would never contemplate doing anything even close to that embarrassing. I paused for a moment, nodded a yes, and headed to the exit. The teacher, who's stop was next,was searching for her bag underneath the seat,allowing Deepthi to leave without being sighted. We exited the bus and made for the apartment complex in which I stayed, Deepthi trying her best not to run in front of me, trying to retain her dignity. We entered the elevator, pressed the button for the 13th floor, (this was my house in Tumkur, a flat in a massive residential apartment complex), and entered. The lack of movement, visibly worsened Deepthi's condition. She was bent over, her ass pressed against the elevator wall, and a hand between her tight denim clad legs. When the lift reached the 6th floor, there was a loud 'switching' noise of sorts, followed by the lights in the elevator going off, followed immediately by the lift falling for a few feet, then jerking back to normal as the fail-safe activated. I was not concerned as, in my apartment, along with most others in Indian, powercuts are common, and so obviously result in occasionally problems such as these. As I live in an apartment complex though, the power cuts are nothing but a small delay between the disconnection of the main supply, and the time taken to initiate the generator, normally just under 20 seconds. Around the 10 second mark, I heard a sob emanate form Deepthi's corner. I asked if she was okay but was met with nothing more than a soft sob. A strange smell began to fill the elevator, just as the lights came back on and the power was restored. I looked at Deepthi and instantly saw that not all was okay. She was in the corner of the elevator near the door, her butt pressed against the handlebar in the elevator, and one hand on her pubic area as she stood, bent over. The most striking feature was however, the slowly growing pool of liquid beneath her. As is protocol by the elevator program, following a breakdown, the elevator automatically stops at the next immediate floor. The elevator ran for a second of two, as Deepthi continued to sob, and, as soon as the lift door opened, Deepthi sprinted out of it, hand held over her butt, as if to prevent me from seeing something. As she left, running out in front of me, I noticed the dark blue wet patches all over the back of her jeans. Not just this, but her flow was actually so strong that, in the back of the crotch region, I could actually see rivulets of urine flowing from her, down along the crevices of the jeans. I stepped out of the lift, to see where she was going. She was still running down the corridor, hand over her backside. I walked behind her, noticing the almost unbroken wet stream on the tiled floor. Finally, upon reaching the end of the corridor, she darted into the stairwell. Though I was pretty sure as to what she was doing, I wasn't sure until, a split second after she ran behind the wall, a forceful splattering sound, akin to that of a powerful stream, reached my ears, loud as it is. I stood their for a moment or two, then headed back to the elevator, opened it and stood inside, holding the doors open in anticipation of her return. All of a sudden, a loud and angry voice cut through the air; "ĒNU HEL IVE NIVU MADUVA!! Heṇṇunāyi allal, soole magne!!" (long string of Kannada insults, the gist being: What the hell are you doing, you uneducated daughter of cock-sucking bastards), please bear in mind that this sounds a lot more badass when spoken properly in Kannada :P No sooner, had these words been spoken, that I saw Deepthi hobbling out of the stairwell, struggling to pull up her skinny jeans, which had proved to be too skinny :) . Her tight brown ass and her curly pubes were fully visible for 2-3 seconds, as she sprinted down the hall towards me, pulling up her pants with both hands. The moment she entered the lift, I shut the doors and sent it to the ground floor. Deepthi looked at me, embarrassed as hell, her face still wrought with genuine trepidation, as she quickly looked away. I allowed myself the luxury of taking one final glance at the back of her pants, still wet with piss, dark blue spots remaining as testament to what had happened. Upon reaching the ground floor, I bid her farewell, and she in turn, waved, gave me a sheepishly embarrassed smile, turned around and left. I felt bad for Deepthi, knowing that she'd have to find a way to return home in those wet pants, and worse still, she would have to return home, to her parents, clad in clingy wet denims. This tiny sense of concern and pity vanished instantly when, the next morning at school, she showed up, her regular bitchy discriminatory self, acting as if nothing had happened. Deciding against unnecessarily making things between us worse, I withheld this information and, to this day, have told no one. That is, till now at least ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thanks once again to everyone for reading. Any tips or advice would be greatly welcomed. Before I leave however, I have one request to make of you. To all of the Indians on this website, please narrate your personal experiences or any witnessed by you. Regardless of the way the event happened, please don't refrain from posting, as in doing so, you will help to contribute to the multitude of Indian desperation lovers. Also, I'm not entirely sure where to post this, but would it, by any chance be possible, to upload some Indian desperation videos. I'm sure there are quite a few online but I am having some trouble finding them. If anybody has some, from their personal collection, please upload :). In particular, there are quite a few Indian videos from Clips4Sale. If anyone has an Indian Video of their's, please go ahead and post it . Goodbye!!
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  12. LadyChaos

    female The strangest thing

    happened yesterday morning. I just can't wrap my head around it. I'd stayed at my sister's overnight, having drank the previous evening. I woke up and realised my car had been parked on the street, unattended, since the previous afternoon. I'd only planned to be there a couple hours but got drinking and forgot all about my car. Upon recalling, I sprang off the couch in my bra and underpants, ran to the front door, stepped into my slip-ons, put on my coat and zipped it up to give the illusion I was dressed, grabbed my bag and bolted out the door towards my car. The car was fine. Phew. I jumped in it and drove it to the secure parking lot closest to my sister's place. Sitting down in the car though, I had realised how full my bladder was. That's probably why I had woken up so early. I hadn't been paying attention to any of my body's needs though, having been occupied entirely with concern for my car and my stuff in it. Now that it was secure and I was no longer fussed about it my attention turned to my own needs. I began running, underneath the elevated rail tracks, towards my sister's place. I didn't make it though. With cars whirring by on the street, early morning dog-walkers and joggers all around, I had an accident on the sidewalk. It was horribly embarrassing. I admit, losing control and the humiliation of it was incredibly arousing but I didn't experience the intense physical relief I usually do when I wet myself. Moreover, particularly considering it was my first pee of the morning after a night of drinking, it was not as much pee as one would expect. Regardless, I desperately needed to get back to the place. Someone coming up behind me had stopped and was staring, mouth agape. I was completely embarrassed at their reaction. Furthermore, I needed some relief. That loss of control and the belittling effect of it always flicks a switch in my head that won't go back off until until I cum. I picked up my pissy shoes and began running, leaving wet footprints on the concrete. What was so strange happened while I was in the elevator, riding up to my sister's floor. I was trying to play it cool, standing there barefoot, holding a wet pair of shoes, but anxious to get some privacy and take care of myself. As the elevator began moving upward though I gasped, my eyes wide. I'd begun peeing again. In the elevator. With other people. Trapped. I desperately tried to stop. I didn't dare move though because I was terrified I'd draw attention to myself. Then they'd notice for sure. If I could just will myself to stop.... I couldn't. Maybe just slow the flow down... but it was no use. I'd lost control again. I was finally experiencing the intense relief I'd missed when I wet myself on the sidewalk. I hadn't emptied fully. That's why the puddle hadn't been bigger. That's why I hadn't been entirely physically relieved. But I was indoors, stuck in an elevator with a captive audience, wetting on the tile floor. I was finally getting the relief I'd been missing but couldn't remove myself from the embarrassment until the elevator doors opened. It was freeing on the one hand and, on the other, I was captive and horrified. I didn't say a word. I didn't dare look at the faces of the others on the elevator. I just squeezed my eyes shut, bit my lip and stood motionless, desperately trying not to make any sighs of relief, still hoping perhaps the growing puddle at my feet, the streams running down the insides of my calves and droplets from the crotch of my panties, splashing as they hit the wet floor, were going unnoticed. I ran out of the elevator and into my sister's suite without looking back at anyone in the elevator soon as the doors slid open. I tossed my shoes, threw my jacket onto the floor, pulled a clean bed sheet out of my sister's linen closet and ran into the bathroom with it. I left it on the counter, jumped in the tub, turned on the shower, pulled off my pissy underwear and rinsed off my legs and feet. I couldn't get myself off yet though. I desperately wanted to, needed to and without my man the responsibility was all mine but there had been a camera in that elevator. My accident was documented. My identity would be obvious. I didn't want to get myself or my sister in trouble so I patted myself dry with a towel hanging next to the tub, wrapped the bed sheet around my body like a toga and left the apartment with the towel I'd dried myself with. I called the elevator and, when it arrived, got on my hands and knees and mopped up the mess I'd made. Only after taking responsibility for my actions could I indulge and I did, laying in the bathtub, being sure to stay quiet a church mouse. It was still early.
  13. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqTh09FD_kQ Drunk Chick wetting in Elevator.mp4 Drunk Chick wetting in Elevator.flv
  14. biondi

    female ohojhi-112

    https://www.jade-net-home.com/products/111903?m= months ago I wrote to jadenet proposing them two javs ideas, they made this one (I hope they'll make the other one too), can someone grab it ? if not all at least the clip number 3 that is my favourite, I hope someone will
  15. filecollector65

    female Maple Leak

    http://vimeo.com/69425952 Very good short movie. Desperate woman running home, finally she couldn't hold it in the elevator... They should make an alternate ending when she pees herself standing there. If anybody has vimeo registration write it to the director. :D
  16. In episode 204 Summer states without shame that she peed her pants to her family the minute they got stuck. So I took an existing screengrab and edited it to give it a more graphic feel of what that minute really was like. So from the dimension without Standards & Practices, here's Summer letting her bladder do the work.
  17. IgotNoNames

    Animated girls try to hold it

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    Sooo I just found these two floating around on the interwebs, they were on some old VK omorashi page https://vk.com/desperatewettingandpeeing which seems dedicated to this kind of content. (Not animated mind you just omorashi in general, really high quality stuff.) I knew some people would want these so I worked to get it up here for you all, sadly I was not being allowed to upload screencaps so... Yeah, sorry. The surprise should be better though. I have no idea if there is a source anymore, though personally my favorite is the elevator one. UPDATE: These belong to the user BangBoom of this very website, talk about a tiny world. Sorry if this is a reupload nonetheless.

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  18. Warning: does not contain wetting :( http://animeshow.tv/The-Comic-Artist-and-Assistants-episode-10/ In this episode, starting around 2:00, is a female desperation scene set in an elevator. Might make an edit of that image one day ^^
  19. lucy4107

    The Elevator

    Bling The elevator doors open slowly. “I’ll see you later, Melanie.” I say to my friend. “Yeah, bye Jess.” She waves. I enter the elevator before the doors close on me. Surprisingly, there’s only one person in the elevator. A guy of maybe sixteen is leaning on the wall. His uniform is black and red and his headphones match his black and red hair. He has at least three earrings in each ear. His uniform looks way better than my black and white uniform. He looks at me for a second before going back to his phone. I don’t have to press anything since we’re going the same way. The elevator descends. I check my phone for the time. It’s almost nine o’clock. My mom is going to kill me. I look at the guy. What is he doing out at this time? He puts his phone in his pocket and cross his arms. I just noticed but he looks tense. His jaw his set and he isn’t moving a single muscle. I look up. Two more floors to go. Suddenly, the elevator makes a shrieking sound and stops. Crap, what’s happening? We look at each other before he presses the emergency button. Nothing is heard. Not even a beeping noise. He presses it again. Still nothing is heard. He looks over to me. “It’s not working.” His tone of voice made him sound like he’s bored but I also heard frustration in his voice. “Seriously?” I go over to where he is and hit rather than press the button. Still nothing. He leans against the wall once again and sighs. I lean on the wall opposite of the one he’s leaning on. What should we do? We can’t use our cellphones in here. Should we wait until someone notices that the elevator isn’t working or should we open the doors by force? Well, I doubt we can open the doors. And I’m also scared to break my fingers trying to do that. If that happens I’ll probably bleed to death or something so waiting is the only option. I look over to him again. He looks up. Oh, there’s a window. In my fifteen years of using this elevator after school, I never noticed there was a window there. I smile and slap myself in the forehead. I feel so stupid. I see black moving. He looks at me with questioning eyes. “Sorry…” He smiles. Well, at least I didn’t start thinking aloud or I didn’t talk to myself. I sigh and put my bag on the floor before walking over to the doors. I bang on the doors loudly. “Anyone there? Help!” I yell but I don’t hear anything from the other side of the doors. Well, the doors are metal. What did you expect? I sigh again and lean on the wall next to the one he’s leaning on. Well at least I can tell my mom that I was stuck in an elevator. I look at my phone again. Thirty minutes already passed? Wow, I’m really late. I detect movement from the corner of my eye. He shifts his position. Should I play a game on my phone to pass the time or should I do my homework? I’ll play on my phone. I can’t do my homework when I’m stuck in an elevator. I decide to play a game called Magibon. You have to make words from a grid to get energy to attack the enemies trying to destroy your castle. I’m awesome at that game. I put my black hair behind my ear because I can’t see my phone with my hair all over it. I play for a while until I see movement again. His hands are in his pockets and his eyes are closed. He looks bad. “Are you okay?” I ask him, my voice surprisingly loud. He opens his eyes and he looks at me. He nods slowly. “I’m fine.” But he doesn’t look fine. He closes his eyes again and shifts position again. I go back to my playing. I check the time. Another thirty minutes passed. How long are we going to stay here? I push the emergency button again in hope this time it will work. It doesn’t. Damn it, I’m hungry as hell. Just as I think this my stomach growls. Damn it, stomach! Why are you so loud? I glance at him from the corner of my eye without moving my head. It looks like he heard it too. He opens his bag and pulls out a red plastic bag. It’s a bag of chips. He holds it in from of me. I wave my hand in front of me. “It’s fine.” He grabs my hand and puts the bag of chips in it. “I’m not going to eat nor is anybody in my house so it would be going to waste anyways.” I hold it with both hands. “Thank you.” I thank him. He takes out his phone. I lean on the wall once again. I open the bag of chips and take one to my mouth. Its onion and sour cream flavor, my favorite. Lucky! He shifts positions again. Why is he moving so much? Is he nervous? Maybe he just doesn’t like to stay in one position for a long time. I take a mouthful of water from my water bottle since the chips were salty. I hear him exhale sharply. I look over to him. His head is lowered but I can still see him gritting his teeth. What? I take another gulp and he moves again. He doesn’t like the sound of water or something? I put the water bottle away in my bag. His legs start trembling. He’s definitely not fine. Suddenly, he starts tapping his foot. Yeah, I think is just nervous. I go back to playing. I’m almost done with this level. I only have three more words left. I finish eight seconds before the time limit. Now to the next level. I hear the tapping stop to change to footsteps. I look up to see him pacing the small elevator. The suddenly, it hits me. He has to go to the bathroom! He kept shifting his position and his legs were trembling. He also didn’t like the sound of my water. I nod to myself. Yes, he definitely has to go. I open my mouth. “Do you…” His head jerks to me as I start talking. “Have to go to the bathroom?” His eyes widen before he bites his lips. “Yeah.” He answers quietly. I had no need to ask him since I can’t do anything about it. I’m not hungry anymore but he still has to go. We still have to wait though. I check my phone once again. Twenty minutes passed. It’s already 10:19. Well, at least time is passing fast. I look up at him. He’s still pacing the elevator. How long will he be able to hold it? It doesn’t look like it’s for long. He leans on the wall once again with a pained expression. How can I help him? I shouldn’t talk about it. It’s not going to help. I know! I’ll tell him a story similar to his situation. At least I’m not going to be random. “You know…” He looks up at me. “This happened to me once. I was at school and I got locked in the gym’s storage room with my friend. I didn’t have to pee though. I had to do something else.” I see him smile. “That’s worse.” I nod. “Yeah and I stayed in there for almost three hours without doing it on myself. All my friend did was entertaining me and distract me from my problem.” I look at him. “I’m sure you can hold it if you don’t think about it. You can play a game or something.” He looks at his phone. “I guess I can.” He agrees. I walk to stand next to him. “Let’s play together.” --- We ended up playing a music game. You have to play an instrument and play the right notes to the song. I chose guitar for most of the songs while he chose the drums. After a while, he falters. He let’s go of the phone and his hands fall down. He looks up to me with difficulty. “It worked for but I really can’t take it anymore.” He says with pain in his voice. I hold the phone in my hands. “Sorry I couldn’t help you any longer.” I say with an apologetic voice. He smiles. “You helped me a lot. Now it all depends on me.” I check the time on his phone. It’s 11:37. What is the staff doing? I’m starting to get hungry again and he’s almost at his limit too. “Do your best.” I encourage him. He smiles and nods. Oh God, it must hurt a lot. He moves his hands to his pants and he takes a sharp breath. One of his eyes is closed while the other one is looking down. God, please make the staff come, please! “Guh…” He sighs. Oh no… His black pants become darker as the liquid goes down. I stare at him, horrified. The only sounds I can hear are his breathing and the liquid hitting the floor. After a while, a pool of yellow liquid forms under him. He takes his hands away from his pants. They’re all wet. I reach in my bag for paper. I find some and hand them to him. He takes it slowly. His face is all red. “What should we do now?” I ask him. He doesn’t look at me in the eyes. “I don’t know.” He replies quietly. I search for more paper but I find things more useful. I smile. “I found some things that might help.” I hold out a bottle of apple juice and a bottle of perfume. His eyes widen and a smile forms on his lips. He moves away from the puddle as I pour juice on it. I walk over to him. “I have to put some on your shirt to make it real, right?” He nods and I pour some on his shirt. Wow, I can’t believe I’m doing this. Oh well, I have no regrets. Why would I have any anyways? I drink the rest since it would make no sense if the bottle still has juice in it after that much liquid is on the floor. I spray some perfume in the room to hide the smell. He looks at me gratefully. “Thank you.” His voice is filled with so much gratefulness that I also blush. “It’s fine. Oh.” I say. He looks ridiculous with his clothes drenched like that. I take off my coat and put it on his back. He looks at me with surprise. “You can’t walk around like that.” I tell him. “Oh…” He puts it on. He bows to me. “Thank you. I’ll definitely make it up to you.” He says. I wave my hand in front of me. “I told you, it’s fine.” Suddenly, the doors open. People with blue clothes come running to us. “Are you guys okay?” We both nod. We walk out. “Sorry for the technical issues. This will not happen again.” One of the men tells us. We walk to the stairs since we’re still on the second floor. We reach downstairs in no time. We walk to the front door. “Oh, excuse me?” I turn to look at him. “Are you coming here tomorrow?” He asks. I nod. “I come here every day after school.” He looks at me with surprise. “Every day? How come I didn’t see you even once?” I smile. “I don’t usually exit here this late. I usually leave at five so that’s why.” He grips my coat. “Then I’ll come earlier to give you this. I’ll wash it too.” My smile widens and I nod. “I’m Jessica James, nice to meet you.” He smiles. “I’m James Marsh. Nice to meet you.” We both laugh. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow.” I tell him. He nods with a smile on his face. We look at each other one last time before waving and walking in opposite directions. I stop at a red light. I’m kind of happy this happened. Sure, I was a little scared but I think I just made a new friend. Great way to make friends, huh?
  20. View File Omoani - Trapped in an Elevator - 椎奈部長のもじもじ動画【無修正版】 You can watch the original video here: http://www.nicozon.net/watch/sm30524066 Submitter Rinatro Submitted 04/17/2017 Category Anime / Animated Clips  
  21. Hey guys, I've been going around this site for a while now, and I must say I love what you guys are doing with it! I'm big fan of Omorashi, and this site is an excellent resource for content. Anyways, I've been looking for a particular video for months, possibly even a year now, and I was wondering if the community here can push me into the right direction. It's a video that has a bunch of girls in a an elevator that gets stuck. They all try to fight the urge, but eventually pee themselves. I think there was a single guy in the video, but I tried not to pay attention to him. It's a high quality video (no hidden cams). One part that stood out to me was one of the girls had a purple dress on. I've already searched the forum, but I've had no luck. Does anyone know/have this video? Thanks!