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  1. Mad Bladder

    Monica’s Shame

    Chapter 1-Trying to get a wee before leaving Monica scrubbed her body as the boiling hot water poured all over her, flowing down in tiny rivers that splashed below and went down the drain. Her rock hard muscle, yet very thin tan body shined in this hot water which steamed up the whole bathroom. Monica whistled while she soaped up her broad shoulders. Lots of girls had hot bodies, but Monica made sure she had the one no boy would expect growing up. Having started lifting weights in high school, and having just graduated college and working as an engineer at a plant for construction projects, she now built a well-fit body that got a lot of guy’s attention at college. One guy while she waited in line for dinner at college her sophomore year grabbed her ass, and she flipped around, twisted his nipples and brought him to the ground. The whole cafe cheered that day and the douchebag was expelled, from that moment on men (and some women) loved this brown hair women’s muscular tan body. Not tall, average girl heigh. She rubbed the shampoo through her hair as her nipples flattened from the hot water, her awesome body in v-shape down as she bent over in that moment and scrubbed her crotch, getting a bit aroused while doing so. She finished and headed out the door, her roommate Emma bouncing in agony and rushed in. Monica hid her small laugh. “Oops” she said. She shared the house with a couple friends. Monica slipped into her tight black skirt that seemed to be a little too short for work which showed off her sexy hard calf’s and ass of steel. She put on a tight White top without sleeves just over the shoulders but boy did it show off those two breasts that were round and hard as bricks. She slipped her sock less feet into some black high heels. She brushed her dark brown hair so it went straight down just past the shoulders and was perfectly wavy. She drank the last bit of her morning coffee she left on her dresser before she showered, then went downstairs for a refill and drank that right down. “Ok, I should head out,” Monica said, seeing the clock. She lived in the city and had to take the train to work. She bagged the blueprints of the project they were working on at her plant, and felt a very small twitch in her abdomen. Well, that coffee traveled fast. She went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. Her roommate was still in there. “Emma, you almost done? I have to get going and I want to use the bathroom one more time before I leave.” “I have to get ready too ya know!” Emma yelled. She worked in the mayors office. Monica sighed. Her arms crossed across her chest trying to keep it together. “Ok, but it’s a bit of a ride to work, I just want to go one last time. I think I drank down my coffee too fast.” She bit her bottom lip and raised an eyebrow in wonder if she will get in or not? “Is it an emergency?” Emma asked without concern in her voice. Monica rolled her eyes. The fuck was this chick’s problem!? “No, but come on, let me in. I barely feel it but I just want to let it out now.” “Door is open,” Emma said. Monica opened the door, and there was sexy Emma in a pile of soapy bubbles that leaked over the edge of the tub. Monica put her hands on her hips and started to tap her foot in annoyance. When was Emma gonna get out of the tub. Seeing the toilet right there caused a slight jolt in her bladder. “Well, you gonna go or not?” “Not with you in the bathroom with me!” “Pff. Come on girls don’t have shy bladders, it in our nature. Now get going.” Monica could squash that myth in a heartbeat. She was a tough chick, but after twenty-three years on this earth, she fell weak when it was her bladder, peeing with someone on the other end of the door was hard enough, but in the same room!? Monica just shook her head and went downstairs and out the door. “I’ll just go at the train station,” she said to herself. She was almost done with her apple when she got there, her bladder having been humped around as she speed-walked there since she was running late after having to argue with Emma. The twitches made her lips curl to the side a couple times having felt slight discomfort against her abdomen. She grabbed her ticket after she paid at the machine, and saw sadly the women bathrooms were out of order. A long line of men and women waited outside the men’s room. She tossed her arms up. She sighed having become annoyed. She did all she could, hopped on her train, crossed her legs and wiggled the foot that went over the other leg as the train made its destination to the other end of the city where Monica worked. She got off and ate the rest of her apple as she entered the ladies bathroom. The pressure now stayed there in her abdomen. Nothing extreme, but it was like a hot bubble was growing and pushing against her insides slightly without stopping. There was only a couple stalls in this bathroom, and one was occupied as Monica noticed the other women’s feet. Monica went into the stall but her phone started buzzing. A text message from her boss Alicia. It read: CODE RED! NEED ALL SUPERVISIORS ON THE PROJECT IN ENTRANCR HALL IN NEXT TWO MINUTES! “Fuck!” Monica said as she looked at the time. She had to clock in five minutes or she’d be late. She looked down at the toilet, frowned, as there was her relief but there be no way to make it in time to the meeting if she peed. The urk of being a woman, you could not just wiggle it and be done. It was a process. She bounced a little, annoyed, and She bit the last part do her apple and tossed it in the toilet and hit the flush handle with her foot as she left without peeing. The flushing sound causing her to blink hard and raise one leg backwards trying to stay tight and keep it in. The remaining stub of the apple being flushed down the into the plumbing, the twitches in her bladder becoming more aggressive that one would start to try find a bathroom at this point. To be continued...
  2. Mad Bladder

    One too Many at the Game

    Katelyn sucked and sucked on her large cola. It was a hot day at the baseball stadium, and they stopped at s McDonald’s on the way since they’d be waiting outside a while before it opened. They have free hats to first fifty people in, sadly, she didn’t get one. While her friends Timmy and Ashley did. She wore a purple hoodie which opened at the zipper and had a black t shirt underneath. Sneakers, dark blue jeans that weren’t too tight, but not very lose either. Her hair wrapped in a dark ponytail, and the slurping Noise of liquids splashing against ice in her cup sounded off. “Here’s your cola Kate,” Said Tommy as they left the snack stand. “Thank you dude!” She said. She started in her second large cola from the stadium, and was halfway done by the time they got to their seats and sat. Meanwhile inside her body, the colas mixed together as they traveled through her stomach. As it filtered through her organs it became a dark yellow with some heavy weight to it. That substance pushed through the bottom of her system and poured and poured like a waterfall into her bladder which expanded and quickly pushed against her insides. Her jeans tight at the waist digging into it. As they sat, Kate had her feet up and along with a large pulse of discomfort, a growl was heard from her abdomen. “Oh!” Kate Said. “What’s wrong?” Her friends asked in unison. “I have to go to the bathroom,” she said in a strained voice feeling the urgency pulse inside. “The games about to start!” Said Ashley. “Hello? Two large colas.” With that she got up but her friend pulled her back down. “Hey!” “Just stay for the pledge,” Ashley said. “Then you can go take care of your business.” “Ah yeah no,” Kate got up again but was pulled back down. Her bladder throbbed hard like a rock that banged her insides and she flinched as she grabbed herself briefly to hold it in. “Will you fucking stop?” “Just wait!” Said Ashley. “Just let her go,” Tommy said. “Girls can’t hold it as long as men.” They both rolled their eyes. Kate said, “I can...erg...I can hold it.” She struggle to say through much discomfort in her abdomen. “I just hate feeling like this.” “Eh just chill,” Tommy Said slurping on his drink. The sound of slurping through the straw made Kate want to release more and she looked worried and started to shake. She pushed one leg in, one leg out, and then repeated as it felt an eternity went by. She kept moving in her seat to avoid discomfort but it was too much. She moved up and down on her crotch and started to sweat more. Finally the pledge happened, and she struggled to stand with a heavy bladder weighing her down. Oh why oh why did she have to drink so much?! As if it couldn’t get worse, the sprinklers on the field went off and it took everything in Kate to hold still and avoid an embarrassing potty dance. The pulses has become constant and painful so fast, each one worse than the last. She felt like her body was literally overfilling and ready to spill. 10 agonizing minutes passed Even running didn’t help keep her muscles busy. The massive pressure fighting to burst out made her run as she was pushed to pee. Her legs staying tight together up to crotch and her knees inwards a little. She started to sweat as her bladder became a hot, boiling sensation they caused much discomfort and even hurt a little. “Gotta go gotta go gotta!” She stuttered. She rushed towards the bathroom but paused right away at the sign in the floor that blocked her much needed path to relief. CLOSED FOR CLEANING Kate bounced foot to foot quickly, turning red from embarrassment. “Ah I gotta get to a bathroom or I’m gonna be closed for cleaning!” She raced in and the janitor right away held his hand up telling no. She bounced. “Ok...but...mmm” she struggled to say through a moan of desperation. “Where’s the other bathroom I gotta go!” Seeing all the toilets in clear view made her want to run for it but she was too nervous. However seeing them all made her more desperate to the point she pushed her crotch against the corner of the wall trying to add pressure and keep the floor at bay. “Other side of the stadium sweetheart.” He said. Kate ran with much urgency, her arms tight to her sides with fists as her abdomen pulsed one after the other aggressively making strong efforts for release. A lady walked into the women’s room as she was about twenty feet from it. “Oh salvation,” she said. She burst through the door and pushed at a stall door but it was locked and occupied. She went down the line of all six stalls and each occupied. Kate stood in front of them annoyed and horrified and anxious in much pain. She noticed her tummy was slightly visible, and she pushed her legs together and squirmed in place side to side totally and insanely desperate to the point of feeling bloated and sick. Her arms outwards in fists as her teeth grinded. She moaned, “eeeeee....ahhhh....mmmm....ah....ooooooooooh.” As each toilet remained occupied. Each passing second felt like a bloody eternity to the poor girl. Huge, painful bladder pulses echoed hard through her abdomen and out her back as well, each so strong they almost caused a release of her floodgates to open. She had to hold on! She pushed her legs together as tight as possible, standing on her top toes that were turned inwards. She was in so much agony she thought she go to the bathroom in her pants any second. “Oh...why did I have to drinks I much damn soda?!” She said bouncing and then back to squirming with closed legs. “I REALLY hope I don’t have to wait much longer.” 20 minutes later.... Her legs were tightly crossed as she wrapped her arms around herself feeling herself moments from losing control. Sweating while having a massive panic attack so bad she barely breathed. “Oh come on come on come on!!!” To be continued
  3. I recently found some great desperation videos from a lady named Nerdy Faery on PornHub, she does some great holding vids and I love her glasses! In this clip she is desperate to pee while on the phone...I love her undulations as she tries to hold back her urinary load. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5cf9891a370dd
  4. BurstingStory

    An Empress' Experience

    (After a little bit of thought, I decided to go ahead and begin writing the idea I had for a Dishonored fanfiction. If there is enough interest, I'll continue writing it.) Standing in her chambers, the former Empress of the Isles, Emily Kaldwin stood around, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Just that same day, she was the proud empress of a powerful kingdom with her Royal Protector and her father, Corvo Attano by her side. However, the day later took a drastic turn for the worst. Her supposed long lost sister Delilah had showed up, along with one of her allies to claim what she felt what was rightfully hers. Despite her best efforts, Delilah managed to trap Corvo in stone, leaving Emily all alone and without any allies. She would have to use her wits and abilities in order to escape from her former home, Dunwall Tower. Emily took a deep breath and collected herself. She quickly made a mental note of things she would have to do. She would have to find a way out of the tower, leave the city, and find a bathroom along the way. Preparing for the day's events, Emily made sure to keep herself hydrated. It would be a long day, and she knew she would have to keep her energy up to last the day's events. She had consumed plenty of water throughout the morning, planning to have a relaxing afternoon afterwards. With everything that was going on, and her necessary escape from the tower, her day would be far from relaxing. Now, Emily was feeling the effects of her water intake. She knew that there was likely no opportunity of using a restroom in a hostile environment, with guards patrolling the premises, with orders to attack her on sight. There were plenty of facilities, but Emily knew that any bathroom in Dunwall Tower was virtually a death sentence due to the loud noise the toilet would create and draw everyone to her position. At the same time, Emily knew she had to escape the tower immediately and she couldn't do that by standing in the chambers all day. She looked at the open window and took a long deep breath. She had to escape, and now was the time to do it. Emily climbed out onto the balcony and looked down. It was a far way down, with no chance of surviving if she fell. She calmly walked on the narrow balcony, careful not to make any sudden movements. With every step, she could feel her bladder twinge slightly, under the tight uniform that she wore. It was becoming quite a distraction, taking away from her mission to escape. However, Emily pushed on and made her way to an empty window. Quickly hopping inside, she noticed the dead guards that were loyal to her, but were slain. However, she noticed one guard still alive and she made her way over to her. "Lady Emily, you're alright, I was worried..." The guard muttered out, clearly wounded pretty badly. "Where's the Royal Protector?" She followed up with, as Emily came closer over towards her. "There's a coup underway, my father is...he's imprisoned for lack of a better word." Emily responded with, looking down at the guard, frowning slightly. "You've got to get out of the Tower, through your safe room. There was a captain, earlier today, down at the docks, looking for the Royal Protector. Find her, get out of Dunwall." The guard spoke calmly, before handing Emily her personal sword, which she held in her hands. She slowly stood up and collected herself. If what the guard said was true, she could have a potential escape down at the docks, which would help her escape the hostile territory that had become of the surroundings. Emily was determined to reach the docks...and to try and not wet herself in the process.
  5. So, I did this before, but closed it due to lack of interest. But, I've decided to re-do it! I'll keep it open as long as I feel like this time, hopefully this will go better than before. Same rules: Tell me which pokemon Tell me the gender Tell me what clothes you'd like them to be wearing (if any) Tell me the wetting/holding scenario you'd like them to be in Go wild! Multiple requests are allowed. All requests will be digital sketches.
  6. Edith had to go pee. Right. Now. She'd had to go since about five minutes after their last pit stop. Edith was incredibly determined to make it to their next planned stop without asking for the bathroom. She knew it was a hassle for Mom and Dad to make another stop and have to unbuckle her little brother from his wheelchair. She bit her lip and looked out over the landscape. She could've sworn they'd crossed the border over to Utah by now, but she hadn't seen any signs. She longingly looked at the gas station as they drove by, wishing Dad would need to stop and buy another pack of smokes. Edith adjusted her legs, trying not to draw attention from her three siblings. Her older brother, Elias, pushed up his red wire-framed glasses and scrunched up his nose as he stared intently at his Gameboy Advance. It was one of those cool flip-up “SP” ones; Mom and Dad had just bought it for him for his 14th birthday. Edith was jealous; she was stuck with Eli's hand-me-down old school Gameboy and Pokemon Blue. Eli had saved up his allowance to buy Pokemon Sapphire, which looked amazing on that little back-lit screen. Edith tried to focus on her jealousy instead of her desperate urge to pee, but it wasn't working very well. She quickly pressed her legs together and tightened her hold. Edith winced, realizing she might not make it much longer. “Daddy!” Edith's younger sister, Esther, called from the back seat of the van. “What is it, pumpkin?” “Daddy I need to go pee,” Esther sang the word 'pee' like she was auditioning for a musical. It was like the eight-year-old was expecting woodland creatures to carry her off to the toilet at the drop of a hat. “Can you hold it, princess? We just passed a gas station, but we can pull over as soon as another one comes along.” “I can hold it for a while,” Esther reassured their dad. Edith, on the other hand, was bursting. She was jiggling her legs, doing a kind of seated potty dance. “Can you stop that for, like five seconds?! Please?! I'm trying to concentrate,” Elias barked. Edith crossed one leg over the other, trying not to bounce too much. She felt a tiny stream of pee escape and drip into her Paul Frank panties, but quickly plugged the flow. She stuck her hand between her legs and held herself. Edith was thankful that Elias wasn't paying close enough attention to realize how desperate she was. On their last family road trip, before their youngest brother Ezra was born, Elias had taunted Edith the whole trip. Every time she needed to go to the bathroom he told her to think about waterfalls and made gushing and spurting sounds with his mouth. She peed her pants only twice the whole trip, but Elias never let her live it down. Edith's bladder had become stronger than it was when she was five, going on six. Now at eleven, almost twelve, she felt like she was grown enough to handle holding it. And she wouldn't let Elias win this one. Another spurt erupted from her urethra, dampening her panties and possibly her embroidered denim shorts. Edith was afraid to check. “Daddy! Oh my gosh, I see a gas station!” Esther squealed with joy from the back seat. Ezra, who had been quiet for a while, let out a goofy laugh. “Perfect timing,” Dad said, “I'm ready to stretch my legs.” Edith squeezed her quivering legs together and leaned forward. It was about time; she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it for. Dad pulled into the gas station and unlocked the van. Esther flung open the sliding door and ran, holding herself, for the gas station door. Elias closed his Gameboy and shoved it into his backpack. “I gotta go too,” he said, running after his youngest sister. “Edie, would you help me with Ezra?” Mom asked. “Um,” Edith squeaked, pressing hard on her urethra, unsure if she could even get up without letting loose. “It'll only take a minute, hun,” Mom reassured her. “Mom, I really need to-” “Can you unbuckle him and I'll unload the wheelchair?” Edith cautiously got up from her seat, being very careful not to disturb her too-full bladder. She could feel the pressure as she changed positions and slipped into the back seat. Her five-year-old brother stared off in the distance, seemingly unaware of the world around him. He smiled and waved his arms as if he were conducting an orchestra. Edith wondered for a moment what Ezra would be like without cerebral palsy. She unbuckled him from the wheelchair car seat contraption that was especially built for the family's van and Mom lowered him and his chair down the ramp. Edith was still trying to disguise her potty dance, but failing terribly. Mom wasn't paying any attention, but if she had been, she would've shook her head and told Edith to just go. From the corner of her eye, she could see her little sister running back to the car, holding a giant bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. They were Dad's favourite and she'd suckered him into buying a bag for her. Edith sighed; she was a little jealous, but at least the bathroom was free. She slowly headed towards the gas station bathrooms, every few steps having to squeeze herself. A few tiny drips of pee made their way down her leg, but nothing drastic enough for anyone to notice. When she finally made it to the bathroom door, she felt like she'd finally found her oasis. Edith let out a giant sigh and tried for the door. It didn't budge. She tried again. “Hey! I'm peeing here!” Elias bellowed. “Elias?!” “Can I not just use the bathroom in peace?!” “Eli- I-I really need to go... can you please...” “Seriously, can you give me a damn minute?!” Edith could hear the sound of a fast, hard stream and it made her even more desperate. She was ready to let go, but she couldn't. She could hear that he had finished and had flushed, but he was taking his sweet time washing his hands. “Eli! Please! I really, really, really need to go!” A loud groan came from inside the bathroom. “I'm almost done, for god's sake!” Edith banged on the door again, “Hurry!” she shouted in a voice that was almost unrecognizably desperate. She was hopping and dancing, trying to keep it all in. None of it was working. She felt a leak and held herself tighter. Moving around wasn't helping, but standing still was next to impossible. She tried to hold her breath and close her eyes. She thought about the last time she'd been in this much trouble. During Spring Break, she went on a Girl Guides camping trip and had drank almost a whole two-liter cola as a dare from another girl in her cabin. She didn't have time to use the toilets before they left camp. Edith had to hold all that soda for what felt like an hour on the bus. Thankfully, the girl sitting next to her also needed to use the bathroom and they helped each other through the situation by distracting one another. Edith made the mistake of making her partner laugh, though, which ended in her bus mate losing control before they got back home. Edith still felt bad about that whole scenario. The girl who wet herself never came back to Guides. Edith knocked on the door again. “Elias! I-I have to go really b-badly! Please... let me go pee!” She heard the sink and Elias pushed the door open. “God, you're so impatient!” he grumbled. Edith gave him a half smile and let herself into the dirty bathroom. She didn't want to sit on the seat, but she had no choice. Time was running out. Another tiny trickle escaped into her already soaked panties. She pulled down her shorts with some difficulty and sat down on the grimy toilet seat, feeling a hard rush of urine... fill her underwear. Edith gasped, realizing her mistake. There was no going back now. The Paul Frank money on the front of her panties was completely soaked through and she could feel pee sticking to her hot skin. She looked down at her shorts and realized that they were much wetter than expected. A large wet spot had gathered at the crotch and backside of her shorts. She swore she'd held most of it in! Edith wanted to cry. She couldn't go back to the car with wet shorts. Her heart was throbbing with anxiety. She finished peeing and went to the sink, trying to wash the urine out of her panties and shorts. The water was just making everything worse. She tried to blow dry her clothes in the push-button hand dryer, but it barely worked. Tears streamed down Edith's face. She would never hear the end of this from Elias and Esther. She pulled on her soaking panties and drenched denim shorts and made her way back to the car. “Edie, honey, are you okay?” Mom asked. Edith shook her head. “I... I had an accident,” she whispered. “We've got some clean clothes for you in the back of the car,” Mom replied. “Your brother and sister don't even have to know.” She handed Edith a backpack and sent her back to the bathroom. But before she could wander off, she heard Elias snickering. “Ha! Did you pee your pants, Edie? That's hilarious!” he laughed. Esther rolled down the window of the front seat. “Oh my gosh, you peed your pants?! Are you, like five?!” Esther giggled mercilessly. Edith's lip quivered. She wanted to run away and cry, but she just stood there, trying to cover her soaked jeans.
  7. Gaming + Holding 01 View File This was my first session of holding and gaming live on Discord, playing Ori and the Blind Forest. It lasted for almost 3 hours before I lost it - you can choose to watch it as I slowly show more and more signs of my need, or skip to the last 40 minutes or so where the need is more intense and obvious. Thanks @Pistachio for the support and for being my hype girl. Credit where it's due: Dude on top left - Miri-kun's Milk Tea! Buy the doujin in https://mirihtmr.itch.io/milktea (translation available with it!) and support miri here https://www.patreon.com/miricomics Pic on the side, not the same pic but same artist - https://twitter.com/brown_tail/status/838067004204437504 https://twitter.com/rennniuzumi/status/847773543714574336 Ralsei on the top - Wakko pic - this one I don't know. I could never track a source for it. Currently it only exists hosted in rule34.paheal. Submitter EmesiraGimil Submitted 06/24/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Shorts  
  8. EmesiraGimil

    malefemale Gaming + Holding 01

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    This was my first session of holding and gaming live on Discord, playing Ori and the Blind Forest. It lasted for almost 3 hours before I lost it - you can choose to watch it as I slowly show more and more signs of my need, or skip to the last 40 minutes or so where the need is more intense and obvious. Thanks @Pistachio for the support and for being my hype girl. Credit where it's due: Dude on top left - Miri-kun's Milk Tea! Buy the doujin in https://mirihtmr.itch.io/milktea (translation available with it!) and support miri here https://www.patreon.com/miricomics Pic on the side, not the same pic but same artist - https://twitter.com/brown_tail/status/838067004204437504 https://twitter.com/rennniuzumi/status/847773543714574336 Ralsei on the top - Wakko pic - this one I don't know. I could never track a source for it. Currently it only exists hosted in rule34.paheal.

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  9. Hello there! This Sunday, Jun 23rd, I intend to host a Discord call in which I'll be playing Ori and the Blind Forest while holding until I can't. I intend to start sometime after 22PM UTC; I want to start on a certain level of fullness, so I can't be sure of the exact time to start, but I'll announce here and on omo.org's Discord when I'm going live. Contact me or my friend @Pistachio via Discord if you want in. A Discord video call can host up to 10 people, or so I heard; with me and my friend in, there's room for 8 more interested people. If possible, as I never did this for anyone besides my friend, I'd like the new people to refrain from getting into voice, in an attempt to not get more flustered than I bet I'm going to already be, and also it might drown my moans and gasps and whatnot by the tail end as I struggle more and more with holding... but you can probably enlist Pistachio's help in teasing me with water sounds and whatever you can think of. This should be the rough layout of the stream, which does include a live cam of my shorts: Credit where it's due: Orange pic (which I'll try to make black and white before tomorrow) - https://twitter.com/rennniuzumi/status/847773543714574336 Pic on the side, not the same pic but same artist - https://twitter.com/brown_tail/status/838067004204437504 Ralsei on the top - Dude on top left - Miri-kun! Buy the doujin in https://mirihtmr.itch.io/milktea (translation available with it!) and support miri here https://www.patreon.com/miricomics Wakko pic - this one I don't know. I could never track a source for it. Currently it only exists hosted in rule34.paheal.
  10. Hello there. This weekend I'm going to have the house all for myself, so I'm planning to have some omo fun (no surprise there). And one thing I was doing with (and for) my friend was to stream myself playing while holding: I start out feeling a little bit desperate, have a webcam focused on my shorts, have a bottle of water always at the ready (my mouth is usually dry, so I tend to drink plenty of water naturally if it's there), and stream it until I can't hold on anymore; I'm also willing to get up and stretch for a bit every 45~60 minutes. I was always fascinated by omo videos/stories/scenarios involving someone trying to do something while desperate to the best of their ability, - we see not only the body language, but also how their focus and ability are taking a hit due to their state - and I think this is the best way I can do something like that. Now, with only her as audience, I could stream it through our personal Discord and keep a record unlisted on YouTube for watching at any other point of time; but if there's audience to be had in here, then I think it needs to be done somewhere else, somewhere we could have private streams (I don't think game companies would be too happy to find out about this kind of derivative content) - I don't think any of those places are adequate if it somehow took off. Any suggestions?
  11. Xx4evRockerxX

    female Summer Shenanigans

    Hello my wonderful Omo community! IT’S SUMMER!! At least where I live. What’s my most active time of year for holding, wetting, and all similar? Summer! i thought I would start this thread to chronicle all my happenings this season, and to help keep them in order (more for myself, but hopefully you’ll enjoy too!) So I wish all you lovely humans out there a prosperous season, and wish you all the best in your endeavors!
  12. This is a new series of stories of various workers who really need to pee. This first one is about male desperation but there will be an equal amount of female over the series. Here’s the first one: January. The carpet fitter Jason had worked at Fantastic Floorings since leaving school, before if you include work experience. The company was in the family and since Jason hadn’t any other ideas of what he wanted to do in life for now it paid the bills. At 26 he already rented his own place, even if it was small. He drove a company owned van and worked long hours, especially since the money was handy and so many others in the company now had families. January was traditionally a dry month in his field of work; as with most retail companies people had little money or motivation in winter right after Christmas. Even with the traditional January sale he usually found himself home earlier than usual or having a pint with his friends at the pub after work at this time of year. This month though was the exception. This month the company had successfully won a bid for a local housing development to lay flooring on 124 new properties all with entry dates in late January and early February. Jason had never had a busier month, which meant sacrifices had to be made; less time to see mates, less time for banter during work and often working through lunch and breaks. Long hours but good pay, and Jason was wise enough to know it was worth doing his best work as future contracts like this could make or break a small family business such as Fantastic Floorings. It was Thursday of week one. Already Jason and his partner Kyle had laid linoleum in three kitchens, four bathrooms and carpeted one whole four bedroom house! Days were starting at 8am and finishing up to 12 hours later but the job satisfaction was worth it and Jason and Kyle worked well together. Today they were working on an apartment block of six identical flats all needing complete flooring from one end to the other. Jason could feel his back ache already and he’d only just arrived onsite. It was still dark and he was relieved to find the electrics had already been installed so lighting wasn’t going to be an issue. He unlocked the back of his van and, together with Kyle, they unloaded rolls of carpets, linoleum and tools and placed them throughout the flat ready to start. It was now almost 9 and already Jason was sweating despite the flats having no heating on as the boiler was yet to be turned on. On his final run to the van Jason grabbed his travel mug and finished a full mug of coffee in minutes. The caffeine and warmth gave him an immediate boost and he agreed with his partner that the linoleum was by far the best to begin with to allow the glue time to dry. As they measured the bathroom, en-suite and kitchen to check one last time Jason felt a tiny twinge in his bladder. Nothing to worry about though so he carried on and by mid morning the first bathroom, en-suite and kitchen all had flooring. They needed time to dry but both Jason and Kyle took a much needed break in the van and both drank a can of cola and had a snack. Jason felt another small tingle at his penis but laughing and joking with his colleague and mate took his mind off it quickly. They decided to make a start on the carpets sensibly deciding to work backwards from the furthest away room which happened to be the main lounge. Once back inside the flat Jason felt another twinge between his legs but the fact the linoleum was still drying and the fact he had seen both toilets taped up with the usual ‘do not use’ builders tape he decided to carry on and drive to the local supermarket during their lunch break. He could hang on until then quite comfortably. After a quick final measure the lads rolled out the light brown carpet and on their hands and knees set about hammering it into place securely. Bending on his hands and knees wasn’t helping Jason and soon another twinge hit. On the opposite side of the room facing away from his friend Jason took a moment to give himself a quick pinch as his need began to increase. He resolved that after this room he would suggest they stopped for lunch and he would endeavour to find a loo somewhere nearby. The radio was playing and the music served as a welcome distraction as Jason continued to work around the floor making sure it was all secured in place and cut to size where required. Another wave and another quick pinch and Jason was just about to shout over to Kyle that he could do with a ‘stretch and a break’ when Kyle’s phone went and Jason had little choice but to continue working. The boys had a great system where they began together in the room at opposite sides and worked their way towards each other until the entire carpet was fitted. With Kyle now on the phone Jason was fast approaching the half way point at which they usually met but, ever the professional, he carried on until he came to where Kyle had finished. Kyle ended his call and apologised though Jason just laughed knowing full fell he had taken many a call before and left colleagues to do more than usual. Laughing wasn’t such a good idea though as Jason realised how bad he had to pee. Despite working with Kyle for months he still somehow felt embarrassed to admit his need. Instead he decided on another tact. ‘God my backs sore after that. What do you reckon to breaking for lunch? We should easily get the rest if this one done before we finish?’ ‘Yeah I was going to suggest the same mate. I’m sweating and bloody starving!’ They headed to the van and Jason started driving. ‘You want Tesco mate or McDonald’s or Greggs? I’m easy.’ ‘Oh that was Tam in the phone earlier. They’re in the houses at the top of the site and he said there a great burger van they have found just in the estate across from the top of here. He said they do a fab all day breakfast. I could so go a roll with bacon. Let’s try there. He said you cross the main road, do,low signs for the industrial estate and it’s on your right. Sounds near enough eh?’ Jason loved a good burger van and needed little convincing. Despite his full bladder his empty stomach was rumbling too and he was sure to find a public toilet nearby somewhere? They found the van easily and parked up. There was a steady queue but it moved quickly enough though Jason found himself stepping from foot to foot and using his hand in his pocket to hold when needed. He really was needing to pee now and before heading back to the flats he would definitely need to find one. First though he had a roll with chips to eat and a bottle of water. His belly was grateful fir the food even if his bladder wasn’t so thankful for the water. The men sat in the works van earring with the radio on and chatting on and off. Jason was tempted to mention his need but felt socially awkward about it. It was getting stronger and stronger though and quite bothersome and distracting. He had to think of some excuse to go into the local supermarket so he could take a leak. ‘Kyle I think that glue from the linoleum is affecting me again. I’ve got a bit of a headache so I’ll just nip to Tesco before we head back to work and get some aspirin, ok?’ ‘Sure thing.’ Jason had finished his food and consumed about half his water when another urge to Lee hit him hard. He used his hand to push his penis through his trousers hoping Kyle hadn’t noticed. Oh he needed to piss a lot so he fastened his seat belt and started the van towards Tesco. As they approached the first set if traffic lights Kyle’s phone went again. Jason could hear the call though his attention was more on holding his bladder and driving than anything else. ‘Sure thing boss. We’ll be back at the flats in a matter of minutes. We only nipped out for lunch. Of course you can inspect anytime. We only have the bedrooms and hallways to go and that’ll be the first completed. Yes of course we’ll have that completed by the end of today. See you soon.’ ‘Change of plans mate. We need to head back to the flats right now. Big Doug needs to do an inspection with the head of procurement. This being our first contact and all that they want to see how we are going. Sure you can nip out for those painkillers after they’ve been. I’m sure you’ll be fine.’ Jason wasn’t so sure. He was rather desperate for the gents but with no other choice he headed back to the site to meet his boss. His bladder would just need to wait. Back on site they could see the biases van in the car park so not wanting to make a bad impression the lads raced back to the flat and began laying carpet in the first bedroom. Unlike the square lounge this bedroom was an awkward shape and required the pee-measured carpet tube cut to fit. Jason was struggling to stand still and sitting on the floor was putting more pressure on his already overworked bladder. He was just about to try a tap in the bathroom to see if the water was on so he could use the toilet when his boss walked in with someone with him. Jason shook hands, waited to be introduced whilst standing cross legged then followed the men as they looked around to inspect the work so far. Opening the bathroom door and looking right at the toilet made Jason squirm and he had no choice but to briefly grab himself to avoid a leak. He so needed to piss but his heart sank as the head of procurement rabbeted on about how the electrics were complete, plumbing complete and plasterwork all dry but yet the water supply company hadn’t yet turned on the water to the properties meaning final checks on bathrooms, sinks and showers and even washing machines could not be done just yet. Without stepping on the flooring he continued to talk about how it would at least allow the flooring to dry before anyone was using the toilets or sinks. Jason bent forward a little at this and his legs twisted around him in absolute desperation. Kyle had carried on fitting carpet as the men looked into the main room and then kitchen and followed quickly behind Jason into the room where Kyle was now on his knees hammering carpet in. ‘Looking great lads. Keep up the good work and I’ll come check when this flat is finished. ‘ Big Doug and his suited companion left and as the door closed Jason grabbed his member before he leaked and pee danced back to the room Kyle was working in. He had to piss so so badly he was afraid of having an accident on the posh cream bedroom carpet his friend was laying. ‘Sorry Kyle. I’ll be back in a minute mate. I really really need to find a bathroom. God do I need to piss so bad. I’ve been bursting to go for ages and it’s an emergency.’ Kyle looked up at his mate who was dancing and holding himself like a little child. ‘Just use the toilet mate. What’s the problem.’ ‘There’s no running water! They haven’t turned it on. Oh what am I going to do. I’m on the verge of pissing myself.’ ‘Oh. I didn’t know about the water. You gonna head to Tesco or something then?’ ‘I can....can’t drive mate. Oh my God it’s leaking. I’m gonna wet myself. I’ll piss myself before I get to the van. It’s that bad mate. Honest.’ Jason unhooked his trousers and slipped his hand inside his waistband while he gripped his throbbing and leaking penis as hard as he could. Kyle looked at his mate with compassion and grabbed him by the arm leading him to the en-suite shower. ‘Just go there Jas. Seriously.’ Jason had no choice as another spurt shot out into his boxers. He pulled his penis out, not caring that Kyle was watching and allowed himself to relax as warm urine shot rapidly out of his penis and landed in the shower tray. As his body relaxed the stream continued on and on with Kyle still watching. ‘God you really must have been busting mate. That’s a shit load of piss!’ ‘I was mate. I really was. God that feels so much better. I can actually think again!’
  13. Finally, after about two months of on/off working, and multiple stalls on exactly how to go through with it, I got the Milovana tease published and ready to use! The game's first part is dedicated to getting you ready to wet. you'll be holding for a while, with plenty of games, videos, tasks, and chores to keep your desperation climbing until you're ready to burst. The next portion will be strictly dealing with how to dispose of your newfound emergency! You'll be wetting and drinking for a short time. I was going to add more tasks, but didn't want to stray too far into odd territory, as I may be into things that others aren't, and vice versa. Here is the link to the new game: https://milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=40636 If you decide to play, please leave your story, feedback, or suggestions below! I would love to hear some of the stories that arise from this little game 😉 I am so happy to FINALLY be sharing this with the community that sparked my interest in wanting to make this game in the first place. Cheers! 😄
  14. Hey there! This is a thread for tiny desperation ideas! Things you can read in a few seconds but that put very sexy ideas in your head! I don't know how many of you knew holdingit.minuteboard? There are a fair few users on here that are also on there, and made content for it before it sadly went down. It's still available in parts through the waybackmachine, so it's not all bad, but still... it had a thread that I adored called "lines of desperation", started by the user Rexone312. It's just full of tiny little stories, though it did go off-topic and delve into longer ones at points, but most of it is really easy to digest chunks of very, very sexy desperation. It's often extreme stuff too, with unrealistic hold times and large bladders, which is what I love! https://web.archive.org/web/20171205040050/http://holdingit.minuteboard.com:80/m/b/a/showtopic.html?topicid=70357&start=0 You might also be aware of some other omorashi poetry already on the site, such as this topic by Sunflower: Or this more recent one by SecretPerson, which is what inspired me to make this topic after talking with him: Okay! So now that all that backstory is out of the way, I'm going to be posting some of my own tiny stories here, as well as some of the ones from users on holdingit.minuteboard, where I can I'll get permission to do so, but I would like to have a current archive of this stuff as the site was taken down! I don't want to take credit for any of these works, only put them up somewhere so more people can enjoy them again! ? One last thing: This Topic is for DESPERATION! If you want to make one about wetting stories or fear accidents, please do so! I'm really only interested in the holding, and wanted to make a topic for those, like me, who miss holdingit.minuteboard and this thread in particular. So, without anymore exposition, feel free to give writing some of these a go!
  15. I just came across another phone desperation classic, this lady is awesome. I love her accent, and her blue shorts are exquisite! I've Never seen her before, but I'd definitely like to see more of her. Can anyone rip this one? https://vk.com/videos262532382?z=video-179798484_456239162%2Fpl_262532382_-2
  16. fetishwanderer

    Belt use with holding

    Had anyone tried this method before? using a belt have it super tight and a notch down every so often softening the pressure but more intense at the same time as you drink more fluids you feel pressure build up more and more then masturbate but don't climax yet and edge yourself at the same time, and try to piss a little stop yourself and repeat the process. I do this time on and time again I find it very pleasurable but also time consuming basically at night before going to bed when I have nothing to do
  17. Mad Bladder

    Sarah’s Night of Shame

    **note: this was loosely inspired by life with Louie the kiss is the thing episode except this is with a hot female Sarah was a thick blonde girl. Not really fat, but enough on the bone to have a nice shaped ass and hips in those tight blue jeans. Her hair flowed down just above her shoulders. She was about to clock out of work. She wore a tight blue t-shirt and was so exhausted after this long day. In her twenties and working to pay for school, she stayed an extra hour today, came back from lunch early, and didn’t even get a last break. She was a nice girl. Her bosses appreciated this. As she tightened her belt a little she felt pressure in her abdomen. Nothing agonizing, but it was a noticeable discomfort. She hadn’t peed since the start of her lunch and drank down a bottle of water during lunch and drank the last half of her friends. Plus as she walked back after to her post she drank from the fountain. “I should make a quick bathroom break,” she said as she walked out. Standing right there at the bathroom, she looked inside and all stalls empty and to herself. She wanted to wash her hands first since they were covered with food dust. She started to walk out of the bathroom, but then remembered she had to take a leak. But she looked at her watch and noticed she was running late. She bit her lip in a nervous face and knee shook a little as her toes were on their tips. Her bladder ached, but she’d figure she could wait. “Ah I don’t want to be late.” With that, Sarah left the bathroom with her bladder still with a good amount of pee in it. The drive to her sisters high school was not comfortable. The road had many bumps that sent pulse after pulse to make her more aware of her bladder which continued to fill with the rest of the digested liquids she had today. Her legs squeezed together while she stopped at a light. Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel. “Come on, come on, come on.” She said a little nervous. Her foot tapped on the floor as an eternity went by and she could finally get going again. She finally reached the high school and pulled in to park. Her admirable thick white girl ass shook back and forth as she walked into the school in her new black and white sneakers that cost almost a whole paycheck. The tighter jeans she wore were her favorite. Barely noticeable, but if one looked at the right side of the waist just under the belt, the lead singer and guitarist of her favorite band autographed it. Her new white panties were her favorite underwear with pink around the openings for the waist and legs and a rose on the front crotch. Her jeans looked painted on they were so damn tight, but she knew she looked good. As she walked down the hallway of the school towards the auditorium where the play was, she forget about her need for the bathroom after she got out of the car. She saw her mother and her jackass boyfriend Jeff. She sat in her seat, and a high school senior who was 18 named Alan could not help but notice Sarah’s hot ass body. “Hey, you made it!” Her mother said. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Sarah said. “I took a leak before,” Jeff said. “These bathrooms are never cleaned.” He said angrily. Bathroom...Sarah’s eyes widened as a familiar need hit hard all at once with a vengeance! She was reminded because of what Jeff said, and her bladder felt bloated and rock hard. She held her abdomen and it felt like a large rock in her hand, pushing out of her stomach. “Oh...boy,” Sarah moaned. One leg kicked up a little as her knees crossed and foot shook. Then crossed hard all the way up to the crotch. Her legs were crossed as tight as a knot. One of her hands pushed deep into her crotch as a huge pulse pushed out her center and sides. She bit her lip in pain and said, “oh man!” “What?” Her mother asked. “I gotta use the restroom so bad.” Sarah moaned. Her filled bladder was pushed against by her tight jeans that it almost felt like it was cutting in. “Excuse me-“ But as she got up, her moms boyfriend pulled her back down to her seat as the stage lit up. “Oh no. If I gotta suffer through this so do you.” Jeff said. “Wha...what?! Mom?” She looked to her mother for support. “Shh. The plays starting sweetie. Just go during intermission.” Sarah’s has dropped and pupils dilated in disbelief. She had to go so bad. She hadn’t gone for five hours and that was after drinking a lot. Both her hands pushed into her crotch as she squirmed in her seat and her legs crossed again. She squirmed and said, “I haven’t gone for like five hours since lunch. I gotta go Mom please!” Her mom waved her away. “Sarah just hold it. You’ll be fine.” “Yeah,” said Jeff with a grin. “Just don’t think about rain, or waterfalls, or...” and be started making a dripping noise. Then he shook the bottle of water he had. Her mom didn’t notice him torturing her, and she didn’t seem to notice or care how what he did made Sarah’s bladder pulse even harder so bad it hurt. She squirmed in her seat and grinded her teeth as she shut her eyes and turned her head away from Jeff. The water splashing in the bottle made her body want to release even more, her bladder became heavier. “Oh...stop...pl...please.” Sarah begged. “Then shut up and watch this shit.” “Quiet you two,” her mom said. Sarah turned to the play as she sat with her family in the middle of the row. She wouldn’t be able to run past everyone fast enough to escape Jeff’s grasp. She had no choice. Poor, poor Sarah bounced in her seat. Her stomach hurt so bad it ALMOST felt like she needed a number two as well. Almost. This need to pee was insane. As the play started, Sarah was horrified to see a boiling pot on stage as part of the set. “Oh....man...” she moaned while holding herself pushing in hard and bouncing in her seat. This was hell for her...but Alan, the creepy boy who sat at the end of the row and found her attractive was in Heaven. “So hot,” he said shaking his head, feeling his boner grow so hard he actually saw it in his jeans. Sarah on the other hand was holding on for dear life, pushing the ocean that hit with waves of rage against her pee hole to burst out. Her lips quivered as she squealed. Such a quiet nice girl did not deserve this. To make matters worse, Jeff gulped down his water, making huge gulping nosies they had a slight water splash sound in the back. She grunted, “Ah...ah....ah!” In complete agony as her bladder sent off large pulses every few seconds, and any feeling between was extreme discomfort. She brought her knees up to her chest and pulled her legs in, still shaking. As she felt her urge becoming too great to control much longer, feeling warm pee digging from the inside to flow out in force, she panicked! Sarah shook not just from physically agony but of much anxiety making chest clench and breathing become heavy. If she let out even a little pee, people could see it, and the whole town would know here. She couldn’t have an accident! But it was just becoming far too hard to hold in. “We’ll break for a brief intermission,” as the curtains closed the teacher said. “About...t...t-time,” she struggled to say. She slowly got up, legs still tight, but Alan who was in the row stood up and pretended to tie his shoe. Sarah was the only one getting up. She had a tough time getting by rude people who were annoyed with her squirming on by. “Excuse me,” she said and blushed, embarrassed by the whole situation, but a major accident in her pants would be even worse. It took her a couple minutes to get to the end, and that’s where Alan blocked her with his back turned. She shoved her hands deep in her pockets as the intense pressure echoed throughout her being. Her legs together tight and she was about to bounce a little but stopped herself. “Um...excuse me, um,” he was younger than she was, so she didn’t really know how to address him. He turned around. “Oh hey! Sorry about that. Names Alan. Was my fathers name too. Good guy...” Sarah tuned out the rest as sweat formed on her forehead. She wanted to bounce like crazy so bad. Why wouldn’t this guy move? She didn’t want to be rude. But then she saw something else. Alan’s huge boner. He was an adult like her even if she was a little older. Seeing such a big penis erected so hard was hot to her. But the last thing someone with a full bladder needed was her hormones going off as they were. Like any horny woman she started to become moist in her girlhood. Mama needed some sugar in her bowl. “And now on to the final act!” They called from the stage. “What the-“ Sarah said stunned, Jeff pulled her down to her seat after, with such force her bladder was rocked hit hard and she sucked her lips in and hands into her crotch pushing back the powerful fury of Poseidon that wanted to break out of her girlhood. “This...this cant be real!” Because to make matters worse, on stage as they performed, a fountain poured loudly, and Sarah wrapped her arms around herself as she shook uncontrollably feeling like she might literally explode any second. She cried, ALMOST with tears. “Why...why...why is this happening to me!?” The flowing fountain was too much for poor Sarah. How her body so badly wanted and needed to pour like that, and it fought against her to do just that. Sarah was covered in sweat as her anxiety hit extreme heights of panic and the massive bulging pain only worsened. “Will this fucking play end already!?” “My kiss shall awaken thee fair maiden.” Said the actor in stage. “Kid is so gonna choke,” Jeff said laughing. As Jeff shook his water back and forth and the fountain on stage sounded like they were going off louder, Sarah looked up and was horrified to see the sprinklers outside had gone off and were dripping down the window. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHA!” Sarah yelped in agonizing pain feeling like her bladder was literally about to split in half as her jeans dig into her ready to make her pop. She pushed as far as she could into her crotch, legs crossed and over behind the calf’s where her ankles then crossed. She was about to explode and flood the auditorium when everyone got up clapping. The play was over, and the actors bowed. Alan saw Sarah struggling to stand, and he was not about to miss out on this. He ran out and headed into the halls. “Sarah where are you going?” Her mom asked. “M...m-mom...please. I g-gotta go. I’m sorry. It I have to go so bad, I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna burst.” Then came tears. Actual tears as she shook. Very emotional. She folded her hands in a prayer. “Please I need to go now. Please...please.” “Alright alright go.” Her mom said. Sarah dodger past everyone and that’s when she stopped as a spurt almost came out. She stopped frozen in terror and pain as she held her legs together. She bent over with her strong sexy ass sticking out from the tight jeans and ran up the stairs holding herself. “Gain way I’m gonna blow!” She made it into the halls..... To be continued
  18. So I'm sorry I've been inactive for a while for college exams but now that they're over I'll be able to post a lot more! some of you guys requested more experiences so here you are! So it was a nice Friday in March and it was my friend's birthday, so I was planning to head down to a little mall close to campus after school to see a movie with her and another friend. As I exited my last class, I felt a small twinge in my bladder. I hadn't pissed since this morning, and I'd dranken a large soda during lunch (it was around 3pm now). However, I thought "I can just go at the mall" and scurried to catch the bus to my destination. When I got to the mall, my friend texted and said that they'd be there in around 10 minutes, so I decided to grab a frap at Starbucks. Mistake number one. However, since my bladder wasn't twinging anymore, I completely forgot about that as I slurped my drink and looked around in some stores. When my friend called to say that they were there, my bladder twinged again and I thought about going right now, but decided now to as not to annoy my friend (it was her birthday!). So I walked across the mall to the theatre, tossing away my starbucks as I went. When I got there, my friends were waiting. One of them handed me a large soda and popcorn that she had purchased, and I took is greedily. We went into the movie and it started. It was really quite funny. I slurped my soda, chomped my popcorn, and watched. An hour into the movie, I felt my bladder give a small jolt. I knew I had to pee for real now, no more of the twinge stuff. My soda was gone already, which I instantly regretted. I decided not to go to the restroom, because the movie was just reaching its climax and I didn't want to miss it. There was around an hour of it left, however. As the minutes ticked by, I felt my urge grow steadily worse. I crossed my legs tightly and stuffed my hands into my crotch, but it didn't help. "You can hold it, you're in college!" I thought. I jiggled my legs slightly and almost moaned in delight. It helped a little, but soon my friend was nudging me and saying "stop kicking me!" I apologized and turned my eyes back to the movie. Soon, I felt another huge wave of pee slam into my crotch and groaned. I could feel it pulsating inside me, forcing itself out of my crotch. The warm liquid sloshd around in me as I shifted, jamming my hands into my crotch even harder. It was agony now, and I was cursing at myself for not going before the movie. My bladder seemed to be filling up by the second now. I was gasping and writhing in my seat, forcing the pee not to leak out. My muscles contracted and pain shot through my abdomen, my poor muscles squeezing together painfully. Oh, it hurt so much! My swollen bladder sloshed inside me as we stood up when the movie was (finally) over. My friends had to leave, so as soon as I bade them goodbye (with one hand grasping my crotch), I sprinted to find the restrooms, Sprinting just made it worse and a little bit of leakage slipped into my undies. Finally, I saw a sign up ahead that said "Ladies" and dashed towards it, flinging open the door. When I entered it, I groaned. One of the stalls was out of order and the line was ten people long. I joined the line. Minutes later, I realized that I wouldn't make it. One of the two remainng stalls was occupied by a woman who, judging by the grunting and straining sounds emmiting from the stall, wouldn't be out for a while. The only working stall was moving slowly, and I knew I was going to pee myself by the time it was mine turn. I exited the bathroom and rushed towards the west entrance parking lot, both hands jammed into my crotch as hard as possible. I was thinking that I could find a tree or bust to urinate in, because I didn't see any bathrooms around me. But as I ran, pee started leaking out of my vagina area into my panties. I shut my eyes, running as fast as I could, but running only made it worse. Beads of pee pushed themselves out of my crotch into my panties. Then the dam broke. A golden waterfall erupted from my vagina. Hot, never-ending liquid was gushing out, soaking my panties, running down my legs. I almost moaned with relief, forgetting that I was in a mall! The pee ran down my things, my legs, into my socks. I could hear the sexy hissing noise of it in my leather pants. It felt so good, I almost sank onto the ground in relief. Everything ached, but I didn't care. Everything on my lower half was wet with pee, but the warm urine as still running down my legs like a never ending hosepipe. I think this is one of the best omorashi expierences I've ever had. I ended up going to a nearby store, purchasing a pair of cheap shorts, changing into them, and going home. Ahhhh.....
  19. Xx4evRockerxX

    female Choosing not to go

    I had to take a bit of a road trip yesterday for work. I do this same trip about every 3 weeks or so. It’s 190 miles. Usually takes me about 4 hours. Now I know what you’re thinking - 4 hours? Pffft, you should be able to hold that long easily. And I can. Normally. But a couple trips ago, by chance, I had a moderate urge to go by the time I got to my destination. I had no intention of holding, it just happened. And I dawned on me, I should purposefully be holding for all of them! I had tried to during the last trip or two, without ever really getting post that moderate need to go feeling, so I decided to step up my game. A lot. I woke up around 9 AM, took my morning wee, showered, ate breakfast, hung out with my mom a little just talking, and decided to leave just before noon. My family has always been the “try before you leave just in case” type. Boring! I grabbed a water, hugged my mom goodbye, and left. My scale for need to go is a little different than most others. I don’t focus much on the specific numbers. Basically, 1 is literally just went, couldn’t barely squeeze a drop if I tried. 3 is the first twinges of needing to go. 5 is when I’d normally go. 8 is when there’s a constant, strong need. And 10 is actively going. Regardless of voluntary vs. involuntary, my bladder is actively finding relief. So when I set of, I was maybe about a 3. Probably not even. The first hour and a half went by smoothly enough. I had finished my water and was wondering where I should stop for an iced tea when I saw the giant billboard for the casino. I play a little Blackjack from time to time so I decided to make that my pit stop. Pulling into the garage, I was between a 3-5. I wouldn’t normally even really notice the need if I wasn’t hyper vigilant of my plans for the day. More to come... 🙂
  20. AriesTheRam

    First Outdoor Experience

    Well, finally after a long hiatus of actually wetting, I finally had my "f*ck it" moment and started a hold this afternoon. I had to pick up somebody later tonight, so I had some freetime. I decided I would have some fun and go in the shower, as I already had the urge to pee. What better way to dispose of said pee? So I filled up a cup, and splashed what I had for a little self-shower. A short washup, and I'm back to normal stuff. Games, reading forums on this site, etc.. Well, time flies, and I pick my rider up and go back home. Still feeling my urge, I start to drink some more water. The only problem; now I have to wait for my newly arrived roommate to go asleep... then the thought creeps in; why not just go outside when the time arises? I was hesitant, as I've never done it before. But it's pitch black now, and I'll have no eyes on me. So as the urge pressed, I waited for the right moment. My roommate left for her room, just as I was beginning to feel discomfort. I grabbed my wetting PJ's, and hobbled outside. I B-lined it straight to my car, and took my shoes off. Without hesitation, I let go right in a patchy mud and grass ditch right next to my car, and felt the mid turn even muddied as my fluids just raced down, making hissing and trickling noises... what a BLAST! I don't have much to show, besides this one photo, but I had tins of fun! Can't wait to try more outdoor wetting 🙂
  21. The actual story is in the next post, so you can skip right past my rambling ... Preamble --> Ever since I saw this fic, I wanted to do something similar for male desperation. For one thing, I liked the challenge of writing an imaginary world - with rules conducive to omo settings 😄 I felt it was time to experiment - I was comfortable enough with my writing to at least try. While writing in the real world is fun, writing in a dystopian world sounded more fun. My initial idea was the exact reverse of the no Ladies Room scenario - a city where men are forbidden by law to pee outside their home, while Ladies Rooms are in ample supply. I named this world 'Swatch' - I have some ideas for this world (including a semi-believable reason for the rules), the introduction post was 70% done, but then I started rewriting it, and now it is back to 10% done. Anyway I will post a "Swatch Series" about a city without a men's room - someday. But while writing Swatch, I had an idea I liked better. While being forced to hold is hot, choosing to hold is hotter. Especially in the face of temptation. Thus was born the word of 'Shalin', where there are toilets everywhere but not one for use. I hope you guys like this one. This introductory post builds up the world, introducing its rules, through one man's desperate attempt to hold on. If you guys do like it, let me know ... I will write more posts about this world - probably using a different character each time, and add to the rules as we go on. And I will definitely sneak in female desperation at some point soon. Even this intro story has a lot of references to desperate females - couldn't help myself 😄 Warning --> The main character is a misogynist a-hole, with plenty of unsavoury opinions about women's place in the world. If that sort of thing really bothers you, please don't read. Also, just so we are clear - I do not share the opinions. But a misogynist dystopia was what worked for the story line. So that's what you get 😛 What does Shalin mean? It is the name of a fictional city-state. It is used both as the name of the country and as an adjective (So you live in Shalin and have Shalin values). In one of the languages I speak, 'shalin' means something between 'decent' and 'chivalrous' - it refers to behavior that is acceptable (and expect) in civilized society. This "standard of civilized behavior" is what the city-state is all about. So the name.
  22. Hi, I haven’t been on here much as real life has been exceedingly stressful. One way I cope with stress though is that I drink more and pee less as I find the feeling of holding a very full bladder very enjoyable. Does anyone else find holding pee a good way of helping with stress? Maybe it’s the distraction, or the lovely tingling feeling or what I don’t know but it definitely helps. Anyone else?
  23. ElizabethScott

    Pelvic Ultrasounds!

    Have any other users with a uterus and ovaries had to undergo these? Those ultrasounds that require you to have a very full bladder? I had my first one ever yesterday. At the time it was not fun AT ALL, but what is fun, is telling the story now, So to start, in case anyone was wondering, I had to get the UTS because I get intense period pains and my doctor wanted to do some tests- I won't know the results in detail until my next appointment, but according to the lady who was pressing on my bladder (I actually don't know if she was a doctor- I'm unsure of the official medical titles these people have), there didn't appear to be anything hugely worrying going on, so right off the bat, I'm not dying or seriously sick, rest assured. So, to start, I had to follow these rules: Empty my bladder at 11:30 am Drink a litre of water within the next half an hour Hold in my pee until after my UTS at 1 pm So I was going alright until about 12:30 when I could feel all that water quickly catching up to me. I got to the clinic I was sent to by my doctor at about 12:45, where I was told to fill out some forms, but of course, having to pee quite a lot by this point, it was hard to focus- I actually messed up one of them and had to redo it. Still though, I did manage to fill out the forms, all correctly, just before 1, and it was soon after then that I was called in. The lady doing the UTS was nice- she kept praising me for holding onto all that water, and I'm just here like, "if only you knew this was my fetish..." She got me to lay down, which, even with my legs slightly elevated, added a lot of pressure to my poor bladder. At this point it was probably about 1:10 and I was rather desperate- however not to the point of freaking out that I was going to wet myself- I just wanted it to hurry up and be done so I could piss! I must add though, I don't usually freak out externally when I'm desperate to pee. I just stay very still and quite... Anyway, she lifted my shirt and, at her request, I unzipped my jeans and tugged them down a little so she could get to my pelvic region. She double checked my information with me, but, just my luck, there was a mistake with my birthday, so she had to leave for a minute to fix it. When she got back and we checked again, I noticed ANOTHER problem with my birthday- one I missed before because I was so taken aback by the first problem- so she left again to go and fix that. It was probably about 1:20 or so by the time we finally started the UTS. "Now for the hard part, you're gonna have to lay your legs completely flat for me now while we do this." the woman told me. She was nice, and very sympathetic to what I was going through. I did as she told, and boy, I certainly felt a difference! The pressure increased a lot. Still though, I remained calm and kept my cool, even if that just meant I was going into 'still and quiet' mode. The lady put that weird, warm gel on my tummy and started using the scanner- or whatever its called- to see inside my pelvic region. She had to press in pretty hard to see my ovaries, which, god I definitely felt in my bladder! She did comment on how full my bladder was, and continued to praise me for doing so well and holding everything in. I do enjoy praise, so I (admittedly through kind of pained groan) thanked her. Now, we were doing this from somewhere between five and ten minutes- my bladder aching by this point- but because she couldn't get a clear reading, she recommended doing a transvaginal scan. Apparently one of the forms I was filling out and not really concentrating on was a consent form to get that done. She did explain to me what it was and made sure I was willing to do it though of course. Basically, it involves getting the scan from the inside, by inserting a scanner into the vagina and kind of moving it around the cervix area. I was willing, but of course, I was nervous; I'd never had such an intrusive medical procedure done before; also I was just starting my period so there was a tiny bit of blood (side note: NOT looking forward to getting pap tests done!). I was assured everything was fine, and hence, decided to go through with it. Here's the kicker though! A transvaginal scan requires an EMPTY BLADDER! So the great thing here was that she directed me to the nearby bathroom where I could FINALLY pee after holding it for what felt life forever! But! The fact that we ended up using a different method than originally intended, meant that all that water chugging and piss holding was POINTLESS! And, let me tell you, relieved as I was to FINALLY let it out, it wasn't exactly smooth sailing. I know its a common thing with a lot of people, but its still SO annoying when it happens- I'm sure some of you will know how sometimes when you hold onto your pee for so long that you kind of have to push it out with a bit of force? Like, its gotten use to its home inside of you and it doesn't want to leave? Its like the water has some variation of Stockholm syndrome with its captor- i.e. your bladder. Argh! The good news is though, it DID feel good afterwards to finally have let it out of my body. So to continue, I went back into the exam room, where I had to take my pants off, and get a thing shoved inside me- pretending to be intimidated by the size, because it just seemed like the polite thing to do. It wasn't that bad overall, but it was certainly uncomfortable- physically and emotionally- and some of the places she pressed it into really freaking hurt! Now, I will tell you that about half way through doing this (it was probably about a 15 to 20 minute procedure) I DID find myself needing to pee again- because, you know, I may have just peed, but I DID have a lot of liquid in such a short amount of time, so naturally, the need to go again was going to build up quickly. I wasn't desperate, but I was feeling it growing quickly. The woman, much like before, did continue to mutter me praise at how well I was doing and how good I was to put up with everything, which was nice to hear in an otherwise very uncomfortable situation. After things were finally done, I was relieved to have it all finished and be able to leave. Even though I did have to pee, I decided to wait the few more minutes it took me to walk to the nearby shopping center, because it wasn't urgent. By the time I got there and into the public bathrooms, while it certainly wasn't comparable to my earlier need, I did have to go enough by this point that it was a relief, and unlike before, there was no struggle getting it, and the urgency was just enough, that peeing felt amazing! The stream just flowed on out with no issues 😅 I probably couldn't have even stopped it part way through if I tried. So yes, that was part of my day yesterday. It wasn't all that fun at the time, but I it is a fun thing to talk about now, the following day, when I'm not actually dealing with it anymore. Also, I'll be seeing my doctor late next week to discuss the UTS- it was her earliest available time slot 😁 but I don't think I have anything major to worry about,
  24. Greetings everyone! I've been on and off this site for the last couple years, mainly just for story writing purposes. I've had new ideas and passions coming and going, not to mention some serious writers block, moving states, and having my old laptop die on me. I've settled, bought a new one, and have been writing for NanoWimo this month. The story I was working on just didn't have the flow I wanted to and to see if I could jog anything, I went reading through some of my older work. Master and Servant was one of the longest stories I'd ever written and I about punched myself when I realized how long I'd left it, and the way I'd left it unfinished. I've been thinking it over for a few days, and I realized that I really want to give it a proper ending. There are things I would change and do differently, so I decided the only fair thing to do was to give it another try and re-write it. Let me know what you guys think, I want to hear feedback and ideas to help grow and change as a writer...especially one who indulges a pissing fetish ? Hope you guys enjoy! The first chapter is a long one, reader beware! Ch. 1: Let the Games Begin Hermione Granger could pinpoint the exact date and time when her little habit had formed. She was eleven years old, the second Tuesday of November that year. On Halloween she’d been trapped in the girl’s loo and nearly had her head taken off by a troll. Since then, she found that every time she tried to use one of the girl’s toilets, her heart began to pound in her chest and her bladder quiver in her belly. She would rather, and many times nearly did, release its contents right outside the door than go inside. The fear she had was terrible, making her feel cold, clammy, and sick every time she so much as thought as going to the ladies’ room. It led to hours of agony, holding her water in her belly until it ached, only letting her pee flow when she was safe inside her dorm at Gryffindor Tower. Many times, she’d barely made it there, but letting all she held inside always felt so, so good. She would sit there on the porcelain throne, or stand in front with her legs spread wide the times she was a little too late, and her urine would spray from her like a waterfall. The agony would end, replaced with a euphoria so great she would moan and tremble. Oddly enough, she preferred it the times where her need was just a little too desperate. When her belly would throb, and her pee would spurt into her panties before she was even in her dorm, sending tendrils of urine down her thighs as she hurried up the stairs to her place of salvation. The times where she had her hands between her legs, skirt soaking up the constant bursts of wet heat from between her legs as she opened the bathroom door. What choice did she have but to let go right there in front of the toilet? She would moan as her pee soaked her panties, her skirt, her socks and shoes…the puddle would be so massive that the only thing that saved her from utter humiliation was her ability to perform advanced cleaning spells. As the days since the troll attack wore on, the number of accidents she had in front of the toilet grew. She liked it more, she admitted secretly to herself, to feel the pee burst uncontrollably down her legs. Once, she’d held it far too long and had an absolutely glorious pee right in the corridor on the second floor near the library. Another time, when the toilet had been occupied and she was already bursting, she crawled into bed and pissed the blankets until the were sopping. She laid there, panting in the wetness, realizing how badly she liked it. It gave her such pleasure to pee herself, made her girlhood tingle in ways she never had felt before. And, being a witch of inquisitive mind, she endeavored to explore these new pleasures. She let her experiments move from the privacy of the bathroom, or her bed, and out into the castle. Over the years, she learned her limits and pushed them, holding for hours until she burst. She learned places in the castle, or on the grounds, where she could pee unseen. That was always her favorite, to pee in the open. The fantasy that someone could happen upon her, even though she took precautions against it, gave her more pleasure than when she first discovered she liked to wet her knickers. She learned, as all teenage girls do, the best ways to give her body the pleasure it craved. She noticed that craving enhance greatly as her bladder filled, and it opened up new avenues for wetting and for pleasure. However, the last thing she ever expected was to be discovered. ***** Draco Malfoy had never paid Hermione Granger much mind. She was Mudblood, of little consequence. But, one day after Halloween their first year, he noticed something peculiar about the girl. They were in History of Magic, where minds tended to wander, and students fell asleep. His father would never allow the latter, but a wandering mind was something he just could not help in such a dull subject. He was thinking on its dullness when movement caught his eye. Granger was two rows up, at the corner desk, and she couldn’t sit still. It always gave Draco a secret, naughty, thrill of pleasure to see his classmates squirm the way Hermione Granger was squirming. He knew immediately what it was for and why, and always secretly wished to see a golden puddle form under their chairs. The girl had his full attention for the rest of the lesson. The way she tapped her feet, wiggled her hips, and crossed her legs. It was a perfect potty dance going unnoticed by anyone but him. She clearly had to go quite badly, he realized with a thrill, as by the end of the lesson she was holding herself and rocking in her seat. Why she didn’t just raise her hand to be excused was beyond him. Binns never cared if students asked. In fact, students often asked to use the toilet and just never came back. But then, Draco realized that he’d never seen her ask to use the toilet. She was such a little know-it-all that she’d never waste precious class time with something as inane as emptying her bladder. At least, that was what he assumed. Class ended with her dry, much to Draco’s displeasure and he left with his friends to his next class, one he shared with the Ravenclaws. He supposed Hermione would rush to the toilet, barely making it in time to pull her knickers down even though it was just across the hall. Maybe they would even be a little wet by the time she did. He found his thoughts drifting back to her potty dance throughout the day, feeling a nagging itch he didn’t quite know how to answer. He never imagined that by dinner, the squirming girl would catch his attention again. He almost missed his mouth with his fork when he spotted her across the Great Hall. She was pale, a thin sheen of sweat covering her forehead, her whole body tight and trembling. There was no way she was still holding it all in, there couldn’t be. It had been hours since History of Magic, and she’d been about to burst. And yet, there she was, shaking with obvious need. How her friends or anyone else in the room wasn’t noticing was beyond him. He had to get a closer look, and tormenting Potter and Weasley would provide the perfect opportunity. He glanced at the Teacher’s Table, grinning to see them occupied in some discussion, and got up from his dinner to saunter over to the Gryffindor Table. “Well, well, well,” he drawled “Potter. Congratulations on defeating a Mountain Troll. I have to wonder, what were you doing in a Girls’ Loo to fight it? Already turning into a peeper, are you?” Harry and Ron both went red with embarrassment and anger, immediately firing off their mouths with blundering threats of physical abuse. He cared little for their tirade, he was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. And oh, what a treat. She was absolutely busting, legs tightly crossed and holding herself discretely under her skirt, her robe hiding the action. He could see it though, because he was looking for it. She was rocking back and forth, subtly and watching the argument with increasing worry. Was she worried, he wondered, that her friends would be in trouble or was it that she was about to pee her panties right there at the table? He smirked, and drawled more careless insults, lengthening her agony. Her fidgeting increased, rocking fast and uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. She bent forward a little, and he noticed how much paler she’d gotten. He’d have gone on at length, insulting Harry’s dead mother and Ron’s fat one, except that Professor McGonagall had started in their direction. He wrapped it up and continued off, disappointed that he hadn’t gotten to see Hermione lose it. He left the Great Hall, intending on heading to the library so he could finish up a little homework without Crabbe and Goyle pestering him. He didn’t see Hermione leave just behind him, but he did hear a horrified gasp in the corridor as headed toward the staircase. Being tucked behind a stone wall, he peeked back behind him to see its cause. It was Christmas! Hermione Granger was standing in the middle of the empty corridor, hands between her legs and frozen stiff. His stomach did excited backflips as he watched her tremble. “Oh no…! Oh no oh no…” she whimpered, dancing back and forth on the red carpet. Her thighs pressed together, hands clenching tight between her legs. Draco felt his face flush, cold shivers trembling through him as he watched. She was going to do it. She was actually going to have an accident. “Ah…ah..!” Hermione gasped, looking down in horror as her legs snapped apart, putting an end to her dance. Pssssssssssssstt….! Her water thundered in the corridor, spraying so hard into the carpet that it bounced back and splashed onto her shoes. “Aaaahhh….” Hermione sighed as she flooded the hall, her skirt and the carpet darkening as her thick golden stream only continued to flow. How could one person, one little girl, possibly hold so much liquid inside her? Either way, Draco loved the look on her face. She liked it, she really liked it. It felt good to let all that pee out…It must have been over two minutes that she emptied herself when the torrent turned into a little trickle and then stopped. Hermione trembled on weak knees, pulling her wand out to clean her lake and her skirt. She sighed, looking all around before heading forward toward the stairs. That was strange to him. What normal girl holds her bladder all day long until she’s bursting, has the biggest accident in the universe in the middle of the hall, and just shrugs it off? He had assumed she would have at least started to cry. Either way, Hermione Granger had marked herself as interesting, and he decided to pay her some special attention. He wasn’t left disappointed over the next week. He watched her closely, and she never once went to the toilets during the day. She would drink at all her meals and spend the day fidgeting and holding until she was bursting. He never saw her wet again that week, but he had put together at the very least the only place she peed was in the Gryffindor Tower. She would always go there directly when she found her limit. It became an obsession to him, over the years, watching her most secret moments. He followed her around the castle and the grounds, whenever she ducked into her hidden places. From abandoned halls and classes, quiet courtyards on the grounds, she would always piss the ocean that had been held up inside her. She never, ever went to the toilet. It led to two conclusions, the first being that Hermione Granger did this on purpose. She liked to wet herself, and around thirteen the fact she’d started to pleasure herself after or during her wets made that conclusion obvious. The second was that Draco himself took no higher pleasure than watching her displays. How perverse on both accounts, he mused as he filled a Pocket Pensive he’d purchased over the summer before 4th year with his memories of her pleasured wettings. With the thrill of the World Cup passing, it was the thought of the coming year that made him giddy. Hermione had wet herself running from the Death Eaters, he was almost certain. When Harry and his friends had rushed into the clearing he’d been waiting in. He’d sassed them, watching how Hermione danced in the background, then doubled over. They never noticed how pee sprayed down against the ground, they were too angry at him or horrified at the treatment of muggles. But he’d seen. And better, Hermione’s eyes had locked with his when it happened. She knew he’d seen. He had something on her, and he knew what he wanted to do with it. All he needed was to catch her one more time, and he knew just how to do it. **** Admittedly, Hermione was worried Draco would have laughed at her right there in the clearing, pointing out her accident to her friends. The fact he hadn’t made her increasingly worried. There was no way he hadn’t noticed. He’d stared right at her as she soaked her jeans. It hadn’t been her intention to wet like that, but the Death Eaters had attacked right before she could slip into the woods and soak herself in private. It wasn’t her fault, or Draco’s really, that he’d seen her. Still, going into the next year with knowing he’d seen her and nothing to resolve it made her uneasy. But what was she to do? It’s not like she could confront him and ask him not to tell anyone she’d wet her pants. She saw him at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters boarding the train with his friends. Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zambini, and Theodore Nott were all in a group and chatting. They all leered at Harry as they walked by, but none looked at her. None except Draco. Heat tinted her cheeks and she looked away. He definitely had seen, but he hadn’t shared it with his friends. Why? Something so embarrassing would be fuel for the other Slytherins, and even the fussier Ravenclaws who hated her for her high grades. He had no issue tormenting Harry all last year for only fainting when Dementors came near. The whole of Slytherin house at the very least should have been laughing at her by now. They found their compartments on the train and Hermione felt a surge of need pulse in her bladder. Oh no she thought, already sitting next to the window as the train gave a loud horn blow, signaling its departure. She’d planned to empty her bladder before they got on the train, there were so many little hide aways in Kings Cross to do it. But she’d been caught up in conversation and then caught up in her anxieties when she saw Malfoy. There’d been no time for her to sneak back off the train and hide behind the information booth for the Hogwarts Express. She could have let loose there and got back on the train with no one the wiser… Her bladder throbbed again and she shifted in her seat. She couldn’t outright hold herself and dance like she needed to as her full bladder continued to give her signals. She, Harry, and Ron were all talking seriously about the Dark Mark and the show of Death Eaters at the World Cup. Harry admitted he’d been having nightmares and pains in his scar. This was no time for her bladder to be begging for relief. She suggested Harry write to Sirius, if only to ease his worries and give him something to do while she trembled with need. It was so bad…she had to go so bad. As Harry pulled out pen and parchment, a sudden burst of heat warmed her panties. Hermione bit her lower lip, pressing her thighs together, but with everyone in the room it was all she could do to hold the flood back. It wasn’t quite enough. Another burst of pee bloomed in her knickers again, then another, and another, and another. Her thighs were wet and she felt the seat cushion she was sitting on grow wet. Thankfully, she’d had the sense to pull her skirt out from under her when she felt her needs grow urgent. It was soaking her liquid well, but it wouldn’t hold it all. If she fully lost control, everything would run down the front of the bench and puddle on the floor. Ron and Harry would see, they’d know…She bit the inside of her cheek as another trickle of pee soaked into the seat. She had to get up and find somewhere on the train, and now. “I’ll be right back” Hermione said, not giving a reason but her company didn’t much mind. She set her newspaper on her seat, hiding the stain there, and headed out of the compartment. She dared to give herself a little squeeze once she was alone. The only place that came to mind was the baggage car, they were closer than the toilets were. She hurried down to the end of the train, paling as she felt more spurts of pee warm her wet panties, trickles running down her legs. She hoped she was moving too fast through the students going from compartment to compartment, visiting this friend and that, for anyone else to notice. By the time she had shut herself in the baggage car, she was leaking constantly. “Oh my God, oh my God…!” she squealed, her hand buried in her skirt, wetness soaking through it and wetting her hand. “My, my, my,” Drawled an all too familiar voice. Shock and panic made her moans of need die in her throat. She even stopped wetting for a moment. Draco Malfoy was sitting on top of the first group of trunks, grinning from ear to ear. “M-Malfoy, what are you…?! Ah..Oh..!” she questioned, legs quivering as her bladder throbbed, another stream dribbling out. She crossed her legs, both hands clenching into her girlhood to stop the flow. “Looks like someone really needs a wee,” Draco smirked, “why don’t you just do what you did at the World Cup? You needed a wee then, too.” “N-no I can’t…What’re you doing in here, I…Aah..haaa….oh Merlin…” Hermione was doing her best to avoid the inevitable, but another burst a pee soaked down her legs, sprinkling onto the metal floor below her. Draco’s grin got even wider. “Looks like you can, and you’re already doing it,” he smirked, “Why don’t you let it all out, hm? It’ll feel so good…Doesn’t it always just feel so good, Granger?” How did he know? Why did he know? What was going on? She could hardly string two thoughts together while her bladder burned in her belly and her heart pounded with anxiety in her chest. She couldn’t pee in front of Draco Malfoy! She just couldn’t! But…oh she couldn’t help it anymore. Her bladder was so past its limit, and every little dribble felt so good like he said… “Aah…ahh..! I can’t…I can’t hold it!” she cried out, gasping with shock and shame as a strong torrent of pee burst into her skirt, splashing loudly onto the metal. “Oh no!” she cried again when another burst through her fingers, then another. She was peeing right there, in front of Malfoy and pleasure was still coiling in her belly. He smirked wider and she completely lost it with a cry, a wave of pleasure crashing through her as a full gush of pee released. It was hot and fast and her muscles felt like jelly, unable to clench against the flood. Psssshhhh…! The sound echoed loudly as her pee splashed against the metal, puddling around her. “Aah…haa….ahhhhhh…” she gasped, gulping air as she sighed with relief. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to watch the grin Draco eyed her with. Her release felt too good to worry with him for the moment. Minutes past and she still released her water until only a trickle remained. For long moments more, the only sound between them was a soft dripping from her soaked panties and skirt into the massive puddle she made. Draco adjusted his pants and jumped down off the trunks, giddy as he splashed into the puddle below. The sound made Hermione jump. She looked at him with wide, almost frightened eyes. “Looks like that felt real good, Granger,” he smirked, “you like wetting your knickers, don’t you?” “I…” she started, the haze of relief fading from her eyes, replaced with a narrowed look, gulping a touch, “Look…I didn’t mean…I really had to go…The toilets had a line, and…” “Oh spare me,” Draco scoffed, cutting her off “you’ve been holding it till you burst since first year. You never piss in the loo like a normal person. You find places you think you’re alone and flood the place.” Hermione’s jaw nearly joined her puddle on the floor. “How do you..? How could you possibly…!?” “You were never alone as you thought you were,” he smirked “I’ve been watching the whole time.” “You…you sick pervert!” she snapped, snarling as her hand went to her wand. “Now, now,” he said, pulling his own faster, “there’s no need for that. I’m not going to tell anyone.” “Why?” she demanded, wand still in hand. “I want to play a little game,” he said “and I think you’d like to play too.” “And why’s that?” she growled. “Because you like to pee yourself, and I like to watch,” he grinned “I’m not going to let you watch me pee!” she snapped “I’ve been watching,” he said “and if you won’t play along, I’ll let everyone know.” “You fucking—” “Oh, such language from Little Miss Perfect,” he laughed “Shut up!” she snapped, sparks flying out of her wand. Draco flicked his own, his disarming spell finding its mark since she was so enraged. “Listen here,” he said “I have a whole Pensive of memories of you pissing your panties and diddling off in the wet. If you don’t agree, everyone will see it and think you’re the sick pervert. Do you understand?” “Blackmailing little shit,” she growled, hands balling at her sides. He just chuckled, not caring at all. “So,” he continued, “I want to play a little game…lets call it Master and Servant.” “If you think for one minute I’m going to serve you like some maid, you’ve got another thing coming!” she snapped “Oh please, I have house elves for that,” he said, noting her enraged expression with pleasure, “No, no…but I’m going to be the master of your bladder. I want you to come and get me if you need a wee, and you’ll only get to go if I say so. If not, or if you have an accident, you’re in for a punishment. How’s that sound?” “That sounds terrible! You sick pervert, I’ll never agree to this!” “Well, obviously I’d want you to agree,” he mused “but if you don’t I have the blackmail. Either way I get what I want. But before you get too angry, think it over. You like pissing yourself. You love it, I’d dare to say. And I like to watch you do it. How many guys do you think are gonna be into that? Most people would think that’s perfectly disgusting.” Hermione scowled, crossing her arms. She hated that he had a point. And she had, very secretly, wished someone would watch her. Take pleasure in her pleasure, watching her pee. Maybe even let her sit on a lap as her bladder burst…She swallowed the sour taste in her mouth. “So,” she said tersely “you’re saying that if I do as you ask, you won’t tell anyone I wet myself?” “No indeed,” he smiled, “I’d rather let this play out for as long as I’m interested.” “And when you’re bored?” she asked “Well, if you play along nicely, I may not tell everyone you’re filthy girl that likes to piss her knickers,” he smiled wickedly. Hermione huffed, considering her options. She didn’t have many. She was a wet mess, caught in her own puddle by none other than one of the nastiest brats Hogwarts held within its castle walls. And yet…she found his offer strangely appealing. “You swear you won’t say anything if I play along?” she asked “Cross my heart and hope to die,” he grinned. Hermione’s scowl grew, her foot tapping impatiently in her puddle as she mulled it over. “I want some conditions,” she said, making Draco grin wider. “Like what?” “I don’t want to wet where others will see it,” she said, “you can see, but that’s it.” “Fine,” he agreed, “anything else?” “I’m not going to do anything…sexual as a punishment,” she said, heat tinting her cheeks. “Ugh,” Draco scoffed “no, you misunderstand. I still hate you. I still think you’re disgusting Mudblood. I’d never touch you or have any type of feelings. I just like watching you piss.” “Good,” Hermione said coolly, “that was going to be my third condition.” Draco had to laugh at her gumption, hands going into his pockets. She really was something, standing there in a puddle with pissed panties and a wet skirt, so defiant. It was part of the reason she was so very interesting. “So, you agree?” he asked triumphantly. “I agree,” she said with an irritated huff, “but you better not go back on your word or I’ll hex you so hard you’ll have to eat through a straw for the rest of your life!” He laughed again, such a fierce little thing! He liked this situation very much. “Now, now, that’s no way to talk to your Master…” “If you think I’m gonna call you that—” “I do, and you will, or Draco, or else you’re gonna get punished.” She scowled. “Fine, Draco…” she growled, “if you’re through, I’m going back to my compartment.” “Dripping wet?” he smirked, making her blush. Before she could retrieve her wand from where his spell had flung it, he cast his own cleaning charms. Her panties warmed and dried between her legs, her socks and skirt as well. The puddle followed next and it was like it never happened. “There, now you can’t say I’m not a nice master, can you?” he teased, moving to grab her wand for her. She snatched from his hand and turned heel, her bushy hair smacking him in the face. “One more thing” he said before she opened the door, “make sure you order a fizzy pumpkin juice from the trolley, and drink at least four goblets at dinner. Don’t pee before you go to bed, and meet me on the fourth floor, the unused classroom near the Charms classroom. You know the one, you piss in there when you’ve overheld it.” “Fine!” she snapped, reddening when he mentioned a favorite wetting spot of hers. The knowledge unnerved her, adding fact to the story he told. She stormed out of the baggage car, fuming with anger. Draco was left chuckling at his own brilliant idea and took a long moment to reward himself with a little pleasure, fueling it with her most recent release.
  25. So I was doing work at my house the other day and spilled this thinner on my hands. It said to wash imminently so I ran into the bathroom and as I turned sink one of my roommates walks over to the bathroom and looks at me with an anonyed face and asks what’s im doing. I told her I have to wash my hands. She replied “well I gotta go to the bathroom.” I said to wait because I was worried. So as I wash, she right after puts her hands on her back and crosses her legs, and after like thirty seconds her body is waving back and forth and she asks why I can’t do it in the kitchen. a little after she went in, but like, do you think she’s came close to wetting. This wasn’t on purpose and the sink in the kitchen was downstairs and the thinner was already on my hands a bit. But she wasn’t in agony you think?