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  1. This video is rather old, but if anyone has more videos or photos from her, I really enjoy her dialogue. Also I remember some wet panty photos I think she had. Those were great as well. Apologies for the sketch link, this is the only place I could find it outside of thisvid and I'm not friends yet with the person who has it there. The site hasn't given me much obstruction with watching the video, but it's still a bit sus. https://www.voyeurstyle.com/watch/7479/desperate-girl-in-jeans-fails-to-hold-in-her-pee/
  2. Hii, at around 19 CET I'll start some holding challenges. Planning to keep it in as long as possible, feel free to join or make suggestions 🤭
  3. Spoilers for all of How I Met Your Mother, since this story includes the titular mother. It wouldn’t be How I Met Your Mother without flashbacks, so there will be some bonus wettings with those. This story wound up taking longer than I hoped, so I will post it in chapters. I already have most of chapter two written and I know what I’ll be writing for chapter three. Every chapter will have at least one wetting, flashback or otherwise. Chapter One *Fall 2015* Barney and Robin were back in New York for a few weeks, so Ted, Marshall and Barney had decided to enact their traditional viewing of the full Star Wars original trilogy (which they did every three years.) Ted and Tracy agreed that it was very important to introduce their daughter Penny to awesome things like Star Wars and Renaissance fairs as early as possible, so Ted had taken her with him to Lily and Marshall’s apartment. Lily and Marshall’s own kids were being watched by Lily’s dad so that she, Robin, and Tracy could have a relaxing girls night at Ted and Tracy’s house. Tracy was in her early thirties, just over 5’2” with wavy brown hair tumbling down to her shoulders and dark brown eyes. She wore blue jeans with a loose-fitting green and white striped shirt. She was wearing pink socks and no shoes, as there were no plans to leave the house. Tracy had been the last addition to their little gang, but she got along with all of them very well. She did a quick scan of the living room to make sure everything was clean (no small task with a baby in the house) and prepare some popcorn and drinks. A few minutes later, Tracy heard a car in the driveway. She stood up to see Robin and Lily exiting a town car driven by their favorite driver Ranjit. “Goodbye!” Tracy heard Ranjit say before driving away. Lily was only slightly taller than Tracy, with red hair halfway to her elbows and green eyes. She was wearing light blue jeans and a denim jacket over a red sleeveless top. Robin was the tallest of them at 5’8”, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. She was wearing grey pants and a paisley shirt, with a white boucle jacket. They both had overnight bags, as there was a chance of flooding according to the weather forecast. The girls were going to re-watch season four of Game of Thrones to get ready for the season five premiere. They kicked their shoes off and all settled in on the couch. Tracy hit play on Ted’s DVD player to start the show. As it was a rewatch, they continued to catch up over some of the slower scenes. “- and Barney got us like a two hundred dollar ticket because he pretended to think the speed limit was in miles instead of kilometers!” Robin was saying. “I can’t believe Barney is still so bad at talking his way out of a ticket. Remember when he got like ten tickets in a row trying to prove that he could get out of them? And he tried to convince us that he seduced a lady cop to get them all cleared?” Lily reminisced. “Even if he could, it wouldn’t have helped us here. The cop was an older gay dude; he wouldn’t have been attracted to either of us,” Robin said. “Oh, I’ve gotten out of a ticket from a gay cop before,” Lily said. “What did you need to do to swing that?” Tracy asked. “Well…” *Summer 2008* Marshall and Lily were driving back from a trip, and got pulled over right before they crossed the New York state line. It was just after Marshall quit Nicholson, Hewitt & West, so they were very short on money. Marshall and Lily looked at each other in a panic. “What do we do? We cannot afford a ticket right now!” Lily whispered. Marshall looked in the mirror at the officer and said “I’ll do what I can, but lawyer talk usually just makes cops want to write us a ticket even more. And we were going like 20 over the speed limit.” The cop walked to Marshall’s window and asked the usual police questions. Lily thought about bursting into tears to try and soften him up; but then she saw he was wearing a pride pin next to a nameplate reading “Ofc. Harris”. She would get no help from simply being a pretty girl. Marshall looked at Lily and they had one of their “telepathic” conversations (which was a way of saying that they know each other so well they could basically communicate with just a look) Marshall: I am freaking out right now, I have no idea what to say to him. Lily: I have an idea, but it’s a real Hail Mary. Marshall: Anything, just get us out of this! “Officer, we’re sorry we were going so fast but I need to pee really badly,” Lily said in a very fast voice, bouncing her leg and pressing her hand into her lap. “Oh, you need to pee?” Harris said, looking like he’s heard that line a thousand times. It wasn’t really a lie. Lily had a notorious habit of interrupting any road trip with countless bathroom stops, Marshall once hyperbolically suggesting once an hour. She usually drank copious amounts of whatever beverage was on hand, be it water, coffee, Tantrum, tea, or anything else. This meant that she did actually have to pee; it just wasn’t urgent yet. “This should only take a few minutes ma’am, there’s an exit four miles north. Stay in the car.” The officer walked back to the car, and Lily looked at Marshall. “Baby, I think there’s only one thing we can do.” Marshall looked at her and realized what she was about to suggest. He looked down at the car seat and said “Do it. We can clean the seat easier than we can take a hit to our insurance rate.” Lily nodded, then closed her eyes. She had never deliberately wet herself before, and it was more difficult than she expected. She was wearing teal panties and grey road trip sweatpants that will show a pee stain quite clearly- if she can produce one. Lily thought of rushing water, of dripping faucets. She could feel the liquid within her and tried to will it to rush forward, but nothing was working. She pushed, but only a few measly drops came forth. “I’m trying, but this is harder than I thought. I peed like a little bit, but it’s just in my underwear.” She spread her legs and checked to see if there was a visible stain. No such luck. Lily pushed again, this time letting out a two second spurt before instinctually clenching again. She looked down to see a pee stain the size of a coaster; not enough to be convincing . “Come on baby, you can do it,” Marshall encouraged her. He picked up his coffee and said “here, drink this.” Lily looked at it, and remembered the old urban legend of dipping a sleeping person’s hand in warm water. She unscrewed the lid and dunked her left hand in the coffee with her eyes closed. She let the sensation wash over her, and something about the warmth on her fingertips managed to make it easier to fully relax her bladder. Lily began peeing freely into her panties, feeling the hot liquid pool around her butt. She pressed her legs together to ensure that the stain would cover the front of her thighs, and the pee simultaneously wicked up the back of her sweatpants towards her waistband. Lily sighed as she felt her bladder drain, listening to the hiss of her pee saturating her panties, sweatpants, and car seat. She opened her eyes and looked down at the now impressive stain she had made in her pants, and Marshall said “Great job Lilypad! Now just look upset so it’s not obvious you did it deliberately.” Lily obliged, putting a tremble in her lips as her pee stream tapered off. She had made a sizable pool in her chair, and the scent of her urine filled the car. She shifted in her seat, feeling the puddle rippling with her movement, and said in a small quivering voice “do we have anything in the back seat? I want to start trying to dry off.” Marshall turned around to look at his backpack on the seat, which had nothing but bottles of Tantrum in it. “The cop is coming back. Oh! Try rooting around in the backpack yourself! That will show off the pee stain on your ass when he gets to the window.” “Good thinking,” Lily turned back to reach into Marshall’s bag, subtly positioning her ass toward the driver side window where her wet grey sweatpants would be on full display. “Alright sir, you are receiving…” Harris started, not looking up from his notebook until he heard a fake sniffle from Lily. He saw the unmistakable pee stain on Lily’s ass and grimaced. He tapped on his notebook and looked sympathetically at Lily (who was still digging in the backpack to avoid meeting the man’s gaze.) “I apologize ma’am. But this is just the worst stretch of road to be speeding on. There are no street lights, and deer dart out all the time. I’ve seen more than enough people ejected onto the road because they were going ‘just a little bit over the speed limit’.” Lily nodded slightly at Harris’s words and made to sit back down in her seat. As she made contact with the puddle again she winced and lifted her ass back up, a few drops of urine falling back onto the seat with barely audible drips. “But… your record is otherwise clean, and it’s clear you did have somewhere to be. So you’ll only get an official warning. No fine, no court date, no insurance hike, and no points on your license. It won’t show up at all unless you get pulled over again in the next year,” he told them. “Thank you officer,” Marshall said. “We’ll be more careful.” “See that you do. Thank you for your cooperation, and drive safely,” the policeman then went back to his car and drove off. “I can’t believe we pulled that off,” Lily sighed in relief, sitting back down in her puddle without care. It was rapidly cooling and soaking into the seat. “I know, right? And it’s totally worth having to clean the seat, because our insurance is high enough as it is,” Marshall said. He started the car back up and drove onward. They made it back to their apartment with no further problems (Marshall got Ted to meet him in the bar so that he wouldn’t see Lily in her wet pants) and Lily settled in for a long shower. *Fall 2015* The girls laughed as Lily concluded her story. “I can’t believe you deliberately peed your pants just to get out of a ticket,” Tracy said incredulously. “I can’t believe it worked,” Lily said. “Honestly, I think it’s more surprising she hasn’t peed herself more often,” Robin teased. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Come on Lily, you always have to pee. I mean, a road trip with you is like a grand tour of every rest stop and gas station between New York and our destination,” Robin said. Lily insisted “I don’t go that much!” “We met on a three hour train ride and you spent more time in the bathroom than in your seat,” Tracy argued. “I was pregnant! I was a kindergarten teacher for years, I can hold my pee when I need to. I just like to go as soon as I feel the need. In fact, I bet I have a bigger bladder than either of you.” Tracy and Robin snorted at Lily’s claim. They’ve known her for years, there’s no way she could hold her pee longer than them. “Fine. Snort if you want. There’s no way to prove it anyway,” Lily said. “Wanna bet?” Tracy asked. “Huh?” Lily and Robin looked at each other. “What say we have a little wager? Whoever goes to the bathroom last wins?” “Wins what?” Lily asked. “We can think of something. Because there’s no way you can hold your pee longer than us.” Robin said. They didn’t usually do money bets in their group due to how varied their incomes were, and they didn’t do slap bets anymore because Marshall and Barney’s would be impossible to top. “Oh! I’ve got it!” Tracy said with a mischievous smile. She walked over to the shelf on the back wall, saying “I may have been talking about you and Barney to Penny’s pediatrician… and he may have recognized you as Robin Sparkles…” Robin’s face fell and Lily’s face lit up at Tracy’s words as they realized that she must have found some previously undiscovered video. “And he just might have had a VHS tape of the Space Teens pilot episode!” Tracy finished triumphantly, brandishing a tape she had pulled out of the cabinet. Lily cheered and Robin groaned. “How the hell did you find that!? They didn’t even air it!” Robin demanded. “We need to watch it right now!” Lily said excitedly. “No no no,” Tracy put out her arm to stop Lily. “It’s on the table as the bet. If Robin loses, we watch it together. If that’s okay.” Lily and Tracy looked pleadingly at Robin, who sighed. “Fine. But only if you both bet something of equal value.” The two ladies thought for a while at those words. Tracy stood up and said “I think I have something similar.” She ran upstairs and came down with a stack of stapled sheets. They were marked over where Tracy had been making revisions; she found it easier to mark on a physical copy so she can see her progress. “This is a copy of the rough draft of my children’s book. If I lose, you two can read it before anyone else. I haven’t even showed Ted.” Robin considered it, then said “I accept the stakes.” She then turned to Lily and said “What about you? Can you top an embarrassing TV pilot and an unpublished manuscript?” “I can’t top it, but I’ve got an idea that I think is close. I still have my college application essay in storage at home. If I lose, we can read it.” “How are you supposed to get it back here?” Tracy asked. “I’ll call Marshall and have him email it to me. We can print it out, too.” “Ok, we have the stakes,” Robin said. “What should the rules be?” Tracy said “I’ll lock the bathroom door, and put the key on the table with the rest of the pot. Winner takes it all.” “Wait… you’re saying only the winner will even be allowed to use the toilet?” Lily asked. “I thought we would just see who can stay out here the longest.” “If we do that, then it won’t be a real measure of who can hold it the longest. This puts another barrier the way to relief, so that no one chickens out and goes before she really needs to,” Tracy insisted. “But what about your couch? And the floor? And our clothes?” Lily asked. “I’ll cover the couch, and the floor is hardwood. Easy to clean. And you two brought overnight bags, didn’t you?” Robin nodded, and silently hoped that Lily would agree. The night had turned quite unexpectedly into very exciting territory for her. Robin had always had a pee fetish, mostly to do with bathroom control and wetting herself. She had been incredibly turned on by Ted’s assistant withholding the bathroom key during the brief tenure of Mosbius Designs, but other than that she had never naturally stumbled into a situation that checked so many of her boxes. The thought of being denied the bathroom in a social situation, one in which she only had a 1/3 shot of even being allowed to use the toilet before having an accident, was undeniably exciting. Robin only hoped she could keep her cool. Lily finally nodded in agreement, and the three women shook on it. They hashed out the rest of the details: the girls were all to use the bathroom one more time. After 9:00 PM, they would lock the bathroom door. Only the winner will be allowed into the bathroom; the other two will go in their pants. They had water and Mountain Dew, and would drink at least one bottle of each. Any drink consumed by any participant would be matched in both volume and variety by the other two; so Tracy can drink an extra bottle of Mountain Dew to force Lily and Robin to drink an extra soda as well and vice versa. They placed the bathroom key on the table with the VHS tape, manuscript, and Lily’s freshly printed essay. The winner would take all of them.
  4. From the album: Monsters girls need to go

    Damn it’s been a while since I posted here Winner gets to go to the bathroom room, loser wets themselves. Vote for either Rei or Ren. edit: Poll numbers Rei- 4 Ren- 4 next vote is the winner
  5. I want to share my new full bladder male art X- Ray Version Black and White Version The full art is on my fanbox^^. However, the art involves relatively strong content and plots that are biased towards gay male audiences. If you are interested, you can check it out. 😄
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    Held my morning pee for some time, then came back home and kept holding until I literally exploded and made a huge puddle 🌊.
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  7. View File Desperately holding my morning pee until I wet myself. ​🤩​ Held my morning pee for some time, then came back home and kept holding until I literally exploded and made a huge puddle 🌊. Submitter Floof Submitted 03/26/2024 Category Male  
  8. Preface I haven't written anything in almost 2 years, but I got the sudden urge to get back to it. If I ever write, it usually ends up being something omo-related for some reason. I began this story a few weeks back and haven't posted it because I didn't think it was going to be very good; I was kind of hoping I would shake off my rust in the process. I have decided now that it probably is worth posting it, just to get some feedback and share it in case someone might enjoy it. I didn't take much time to do any world building or planning, so I kind of jumped into writing without knowing where it will go. Expect plot holes and other such issues. The story is sort of inspired by the hunger games, depicting a semi-dystopian world where it is standard for those who lack money or have debt to be forced into participating in a large-scale holding contest funded by the wealthy class. I will post the story chapter by chapter. I already have a lot written so the first few posts are already set in stone (except for minor editing), but once that gets exhausted, I will start posting as I write. I am very much looking for feedback on how I can improve. Please do not hesitate to tell me what I am missing. Enjoy! Chapter 1 He stood staring transfixed at the tablet screen, his finger trembling slightly above the agreement button, hoping for something to happen, some miracle that would give him another choice. If he pressed the button, there would be no going back. Sharp words suddenly cut through his thoughts, waking him from the trance. “There’s a whole line of people waiting, hurry up lad, we need to get through everyone today,” the man demanded, his eyebrows meeting in collective irritation. As if the decision wasn’t hard enough as it was… His heart began to beat faster, knowing the person behind him would soon start hurrying him as well, but the pressure only blurred his certainty. He closed his eyes, thinking back to how he got here in the first place. Little money, an apartment he would soon no longer be able to pay for, and out of a job. He only had his dignity to sell, and there was one place where such a thing could be sold: where he stood now. He would find some way to recover from this, he had to. He wasn’t the only one in line out of necessity. Yes, that was it. Surely others would understand why he had to do it. Clinging on to this newfound clarity, he pressed the green “agree” button on the tablet. The man behind the desk nodded to the left, telling him where to go. He turned without a word and walked past the desk through a doorway, entering a dimly lit theater cramped with crimson velvet seats. It was sparsely filled – he was one of the first in line to sign up – but in the next hour, there would not be a vacant spot left. He entered one of the few non-empty rows and sat down next to a black haired lady. She looked to be about his age, early 20s, but she was leaned over, her face buried in her hands as if she were crying, so he couldn’t tell for sure. “So, what made you sign up?” he asked, not looking at her. She lifted her head, slightly startled. He caught an irritated look from her in his peripheral vision. “No other open seats?” she muttered back. “Not talkative I see, I just wanted to make a friend. If you’re here for the same reason I am, to win and get some money, then you should be wanting the same,” he said. “It’s a game of endurance, and only one person truly wins, there is no point in allies,” she replied dismissively. “There are runner-ups, and everyone gets paid for participation either way. But also, you’d be naive to say that allies aren’t needed. It isn’t only endurance, there is potential for sabotaging other teams, or finding ways to increase your chances. In that case, allies could be very helpful,” he persisted. Something shifted in her eyes at that, some tension left her muscles. “You want to win, go find someone else to ally with. I can’t help you,” she mumbled quietly, looking away now, not at all the tone she had a moment ago. “Hey hey, don’t you give up. We can win this, we can make the top 2 and we’ll figure it out from there,” he continued, risking to rest his hand atop hers. He felt her twitch subtly, but then she relaxed. “The whole world is going to see me, laugh at me. You try so hard to build an impression, an image of yourself, and then this…” she cried. “Yes, but let’s show them that we can persevere, show them that their stupid games don’t affect us,” he said. In truth, he felt exactly like she did, and like everyone else who slowly filled the room probably did as well, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. “I hope you won’t be devastated if your hopes collapse, usually people with your kind of energy take it the worst. I have the advantage, I am expecting to lose, as much as I don’t want to,” she said. He hesitated for an instant, his stomach dropping out from under him at the thought of failure, the scenario he had been avoiding imagining. But then he shoved that truth off the table, and turned back to the page of perhaps irrational but much more comforting optimism. “I’m prepared to lose,” he lied, “but it doesn’t mean I won’t try my hardest to win, and it doesn’t mean I won’t believe in the unlikely until the very end.” She exhaled a dry laugh, “I wish I had your attitude. Either way, you are right about one thing, I do need to try to win this thing, and you aren’t giving up on me, so, I’ll bite. I’m Jessica.” She shifted in her seat to face him, and he did the same. “Robert, pleasure,” he replied, a smile forcing itself across his face. “So, what brought you here, you never said?” Jessica sighed – a sound he was quite familiar with. “I fell for the whole student business. I knew some friends who went to pursue university, saw them succeed from it, figured it was the way. I realize now that it was a scam. It works for those who already have it good, those who simply enjoy learning more. Not those who are going there to make it. Anyway, I'm stuck with debt I cannot repay, and those assholes at the financial department didn’t even bother being subtle, they just straight advertised signing up for this competition, telling me it was the only way out if I couldn’t pull the money out soon.” She paused, looking at the floor. Robert let out an appalled laugh, “Wow... Yeah, they aren’t even hiding it anymore. The company that owns my apartment complex at least had the decency to apologize after suggesting it.” “But that's alright, we’ll show them, we’ll play in their little show, and we’ll take their money for it,” she declared half-jokingly, though with a newfound energy she certainly did not have at the beginning of the conversation. Robert thought that even if they didn't win, at least he succeeded in lifting her spirits. He took a moment to look around the theater and noticed that it was full now, as he expected, not a single vacant seat in sight. The lights dimmed, and the stage curtains opened. The rumble of chatter died away, and a spotlight illuminated a well-dressed man on the stage. He certainly didn’t waste a chance to show off what he could buy with the money their organization made. His suit was gray silk, lined with undoubtedly real gold plating. The man tapped his ear to activate the small microphone chip in his mouth and began to speak. “Welcome contestants, I hope the wait was not too long. We will begin right away, though I would like to thank you for choosing to participate in this round. As you know, the funding we get from viewership drives our forward advancement; it is this fortunate balance that we struck that has brought us the prosperity of the past 50 years. That said, I know many of you are here because of challenging times. It is difficult to make the decision to sell yourself in this manner to the public, but I hope it gives you some reassurance to know that just those same 50 years ago, challenging times could have meant starvation, homelessness, or worse. Now, there is another path to choose from. “Tomorrow, we will begin the game. One victor will emerge with their dignity unbesmirched, while the rest will unfortunately suffer embarrassment. This is the first round of the tournament, awarding ten thousand credits to the victor, five thousand to second place, one thousand to third, and one hundred to everyone for participation. The top five placements will have the choice to proceed to the next round, or walk away. Though some of you likely already know the game, I will explain it now in detail, including the changes from the last tournament. After that, all of you will be shown your rooms and given the remainder of the day to yourselves. Tomorrow, everyone is to return to this theater at 9:00 AM on the dot. On with the rules now.” Robert listened for the next hour, noticing somewhere in the middle that the roles had flipped and Jessica’s hand was now atop his. The speech was mostly what he expected, but it filled in the many details he did not know. The game was effectively a holding contest, but played in a large arena where players would have access to many means of sabotaging each other. It would last until the last person standing, which typically didn’t exceed past the same day, though the world record was known to have gone until 7 AM into the following morning. Robert had no idea how such a feat was humanly possible, but after the speaker shared this fact, he could only pray no one even close to that skill level would be in the arena the next day. After the speech finished, the room instantly erupted back into conversation, with a sliver of panic added to the jumbled words from before. Staff members in fine suits directed the audience down each of the four exits leading to their designated rooms. “Hopefully we can meet up quickly tomorrow, try not to worry too much, get some sleep,” Robert told Jessica. “Thank you,” she replied, releasing his hand after they’d stood up. She lingered for a moment, looking at him as if she had more on her mind to say, but then simply added, “good night,” before walking off. Robert was led down the exit labeled with a number 3, though he doubted there was much difference between each of the four wings. His room, number 321, turned out to be unexpectedly luxurious, with a bed softer than anything he’d ever slept on. His body sank into it as if the mattress was one giant pillow. It was still 6 PM, leaving him with 4 hours to contemplate his predicament, and to say goodbye to his self-respect. He very much doubted that it would stick around after tomorrow. He lay staring at the ceiling, looking for patterns in the paint to analyze, but there were none. It was the same shade of white everywhere, not a single imperfection showing in the light. It looked almost unnatural, no shadow patterns to indicate texture or depth. For all he knew, he could have been staring into an open abyss, extending beyond into infinity. He wondered what tool could so flawlessly apply color on a wall, and why anyone cared to invent something like that in the first place. He knew he probably should be thinking about something more important, like his tactics for the game tomorrow. And yet, the bed was so soft, the ceiling so perfect, the furniture smelling like a pine forest in the break of spring. It was the best night's sleep he would get in the next many years, or perhaps ever. And all he had to do was risk a bit of embarrassment, potentially wetting himself on camera? Maybe he had it all wrong, looking at this as some bad outcome. The speaker on the stage had a point… tough times used to mean cold winters outside, freezing in the snow, losing fingers one by one to frostbite. He shuddered at the thought, pulling the thick blankets over himself. they were so cozy… so warm… he almost wanted to giggle, the primitive pleasure overwhelming him. Something clicked in him then, a realization. What was it that he was so afraid of? The wealthy were practically giving away their money with these competitions, running them every month. Was it the social rejection he thought he might face after the footage was published? Who would pay attention to him among thousands of other participants, and moreover, who would dare reject him after he made enough money from this? Who would question how he made his success once he had it? Win or lose, he was still winning something: a luxurious evening and one hundred credits. He beamed to himself, a rippling wave of calm spreading through him, purging all the stress he had no too long ago.
  9. Hii, these are from some holds I had last week. The first one is a very short clip of me trying hold a very full and weakened/irritated bladder, let's just say my body didn't cooperate and I ended up making a big puddle 🌊. The second one is from the day after, I wasn't full nor holding, but I went from 4/10 to 10/10 in less than 5 minutes, thought I could hold for 10 minutes then pee but couldn't, my body had nothing left, my bladder needs some rest, no holds for 2-3 weeks 😂. Enjoy? 🥰 puddle.mp4 green.mp4
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    Hii, this 13min video is from my last holding marathon (10-15 hours, holding my morning pee) . I tried fighting as best as I could but couldn't handle the spasms in the end, ended up making a mess. Warning: Dirty feet/soles (sorry, walking barefoot outside isn't a good idea lol). EDIT: Added a second clip of my third loss of control haha.
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    Hii, this 4 min video is from my last hold. It was my third hold in 5 days and my bladder was so weak and irritated I had to pee 2 times in 3 hours before starting the hold. Tried my best holding it while standing and not making noise, but the pressure from my jeans was just too much, the leaks kept coming and after some time I literally exploded, wanted to make a 10 min video but couldn't 😆.
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  12. I've been working overnights at work lately, and I've been wanting to wear a diaper to work and probably use it at some point. I'd love to wear the diaper for the full 8-hour shift, but I don't know how well I can trust a diaper. Any tips, guys?
  13. Hi guys. I have finally decided to open omorashi story commissions. I would love to write for you all but also support myself in some financial crunch. I can pen a story about: female pee desperation and male pee desperation. What I don't do: Messing, Scat, Furries My prices are as follows: Base price - $20 for 2500 +/- 200 words. There after - $10 for every 1000 +/- 200 words . Please DM me if you're interested.
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    Although I said I wouldn't do another compilation like the Kohri one, I noticed that Almost all of cocomachi's works were online. That combined with the fact that the cocomachi comics I did translate got lots of views, I realized that people love his work so I decided to translate them (I love his work too). Plus, I was able to get access to the remaining comics that weren't available online, therefore this file contains 10ish never before seen cocomachi comics! This includes all of the FANBOX comics/colored images, and the pixiv comics that were worth translating. HUGE shoutout to the people who were able to get me the missing comics. This compilation would not have happened if it wasn't for them. I hope you guys enjoy! If you cannot/don't want to download this file, all of the images are available in this album: P.s, I made sure to put them in a ZIP file this time, and I further organized them into separate folders. Also, in regards to the comics about the woman who peed into the toilet while on the phone, I put the original version as well as a version with text that I added. I wasn't planning on doing that but I was a little disappointed there was no text, and while trying to imagine what she could be saying, that dialogue popped into my head so I decided to just edit it in. Maybe you'll like "my version" better, but if not then the regular version is still in there.
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  15. I can hold it, somehow I know it I'll get Vaggie to hold it too [Charlie, hold on] There's just no toi-, -let to pee in While we travel out there's no loo [We're just recruiting] So we'll just hold, all of our pee And be des•prit by decree [This could be bad] Cheer up Vaggie, this could be swell Something tells me that today will be a no pee day in Hell! [VAGGIE, spoken] Okay, but just don't... sing to them [ANGEL DUST, spoken] That bitch is halfway down the street [VAGGIE, spoken] Is she— [ANGEL DUST, spoken] Oh, she's potty dancin' --- Several hours later --- There's a full aching feeling pulsing through my crotch. Every step so appalling it's hard not to cross. It's a real shame there's no public loos anywhere. If you don't mind the dare. It's a no pee day in Hell! There's an over stretched organ that's paying the toll. Gotta take both of my hands to shove in my hole. Doing what is required to stay in control. I'm not doing well, another no pee day in Hell. If I can hold it, then I will win An eve•ning of control [Not if I can hold more than you] Of Vaggie's bladder for ou•r bedtime sin Fine•lly taking the dom role [My bladder's taking a toll] I can hear all the voices, the whines and the moans And I know that my bladder's as hard as a stone But if I open my floodgates I'd give her first place Hope she loses post haste It'll be a no pee day in Hell --- Jazz transition --- From the porn studio where the cinephiles go To watch award winning demon om•ra•shi shows To the Big Fountain Square Where we'll certainly stare Cause oooooooh my gosh, why And I don't even dare, to, pop a squat here outsi-i-ide Cause I know I'd be marked next for heaven's genocide. --- back to normal --- I can hold it, somehow I know it I got Vaggie to hold it too There was no toi-, -let to pee in When we travel out there's no loo So we just held, all of our pee And we're des•prit by decree I can already tell, today is gonna be a fuckin' no pee day in Hell! FIN --- If you want to re-read it while listening along to the instrumental version, here's a good one: https://youtu.be/RNXAfE0Utrk?si=vu8NP8viND26LYn8 ======================= Explanation: Confused? This fic is what I would call a songfic. Basically, I wanted to omorashify the lyrics to the song "Happy Day in Hell" from S1E1 of Hazbin Hotel. Thanks to mourn365 for beta reading this fic! Behind the scenes headcanon: If you're still confused about the story content, this is the headcanon I developed while writing this songfic. Charlie and Vaggie need to go around Hell to recruit sinners to join their hotel. Charlie decides she wants to make it a bit more fun, she wants to have a pee holding contest with Vaggie while they're doing this because they both have an omo fetish. Unfortunately, there are no public toilets in Hell, because... well, it's Hell lol. Not only that, heaven forbids public urination (like literally, heaven has decreed a mandate that you're not allowed to urinate in public). Any sinner that publicly urinates will become marked as a priority target for the next extermination. There's nothing like the threat of death to prevent you from peeing, am I right? Vaggie is apprehensive about the holding contest for a variety of obvious reasons. But eventually, she agrees to it. Ground rules are implied to be that the winner gets to control the loser's bladder during sex that night. I managed to make Charlie sound British lol (originally, I used the word "wee" several times to rhyme it with the word "pee", but that felt uncreative, so I changed it lol. "Loo" is a good substitute for "toilet" and it rhymes with many more common words). I'm not British myself, but it turns out that British Omo-relevant slang is way easier to rhyme than American Omo-relevant slang.
  16. Since I have 10+ hours of free time might as well plan some holds right? 🤣 Haven't decided anything yet, feel free to join holding and/or help me hold.
  17. I am looking for a video I found a while ago. It seems like a "prison" style setting where a whole group of women were lead to a room and made to stand in a line. They had to stand there until one by one they ended up wetting themselves. When they peed themselves they could leave the line
  18. Hii, yesterday I peed at 8pm, drank a total of 2.1L, peed again after 7 hours then went to bed. And since I'm studying at home I thought holding my morning pee (something I never do) would be fun. I just started a milovana challenge to make things more difficult https://milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=46275 I don't think I can last but we'll see, I'm at a 5/10 already.
  19. Cam anyone tell me where I can find models desperate to pee I mean like the model is completely into it. I always wanted to watch live but never got the chance as there was no free time for me 🥲. Even during corona most of my data went to classes and I was preparing for exam last yrs can someone plz suggest some models who do holding for fun like zoecams or anyone else as I dont know where zoe stream or she does or not
  20. Something I've always wanted to do with a partner is have a "holding contest" - ie. we empty our bladders before starting, drink consistent amounts of liquid, and see who lasts the longest. It's a pretty old concept on here, but I wonder how many people have actually done it irl? Given the cleanup required when one person loses control, as well as how it takes a while for the contest to progress - sounds like there are far easier ways to get off. I've done online holding contests before - but in a real life holding contest, you get to see every little action and reaction the other person takes to hold it - whether that's their movements or their moaning. I prefer the idea of doing it nude because it truly means you get to see everything, but I know some aren't into that (and it insinuates even more cleanup). What are your holding contest experiences?
  21. View File Held on until I exploded 😆 Hii, this 13min video is from my last holding marathon (10-15 hours, holding my morning pee) . I tried fighting as best as I could but couldn't handle the spasms in the end, ended up making a mess. Warning: Dirty feet/soles (sorry, walking barefoot outside isn't a good idea lol). EDIT: Added a second clip of my third loss of control haha. Submitter Mr.Floof Submitted 03/15/2024 Category Male  
  22. Found a very cool girl named PuuGirl on packing with is a adult social network in Brazil and on her profile she said she did personalizad videos as in you can tell her what to do So bored out of my mind I decided to give it a shot and what I got was far better than anticipated the girls work is really good I asked her to play out a scene where she has to pee and the bathroom os locked since it always interested me to know how a girl holds her pee and stuff (hence iam here) She drank a 1L bottle of water and by the 3 hour mark she was visibley desperate holding herself while describing the whole thing. How she feels her bladder heavy and by the end how she crosses her legs and plugs her peehole with her hand as to not pee By the end she manages to not lose herself by seconds and does it on the toilet It's a very heavy file so here you go https://mega.nz/file/zNNGAZ6Z#A0YTYtnel4zasiBZQ1AfQpG7W3bhtWnvD9fmFPPlAFw Take that as a invitation to go check out her work the girl deserves it https://www.packzin.com.br/perfil/puu_girl
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