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  1. Calago

    Holding Problem

    My girlfriend and I are both into Omorashi stuff and we like to do holds together, but we have a bit of a problem. When we need to pee badly, maybe around an 8/10, it starts to hurt for both of us, but we both want to hold until we have accidents. It doesn't look like everyone has this problem based on a lot of holding videos I've seen. Is there any suggestions or advice anyone has about this? Perhaps we are getting desperate too quickly or drinking too much? Secondly, does anyone have any advice short of diuretics on how to need to go quickly? The "Rapid Desperation" strategy of drinking a lot of water all at once takes about an hour or more for me (usually only 45min for her).
  2. 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.
  3. Alex Cubed

    malefemale Be Right Back

    This is a furry story but you can probably ignore most of that if it's not your thing. Kane is doing a cam show for his partner, when all a sudden his partner has to leave. Will Kane be able to wait until he gets back? ____ Kanite1996> Is it working? StillWater25> Yeah, I see you. StillWater25> Point the cam a little lower. Kanite1996> Better? StillWater25> Yeah. Messages were passed back and forth through the computer. Kane, or “Kanite1996” was standing in front of his desk, leaning over to read messages and type back. His legs were shifting slightly as he communicated with the other, this position being rather uncomfortable for his situation. A few more messages were sent back and forth, then he backed away from the computer and stood there for the camera. Kane was an arctic wolf, fur white as snow and eyes a bright blue. The springtime weather had caused his fur to shed, leaving him in a thinner, but still beautiful white coat. This had the side effect of showing off his physical features easily. Years of running in track had developed his quads, and the rest of him was just as good. He had a toned posterior, modest abs, toned arms, and a handsome face. The camera was getting all of this, as Kane was only dressing in a pair of purple briefs, putting near every inch of his well built form on display. Standing there with nothing to distract himself, he found his legs shifting back and forth. He couldn’t keep still, a fullness under his tummy not allowing it. Yes, for the past two hours he had been filling up on water and tea, and at this point it had well caught up to him. A few bottles were laying by his desk, the liquids from them now in his bladder with more on the way. The reason he didn’t visit the bathroom was because he was told not to, and Kane got a thrill out of being obedient, even if he wasn’t into the exact scenario like this one. Still, being restricted in any way was arousing to him, and it showed in his briefs, a slight bulge where the tip of his sheath would be. He kept shifting about, unsure of what to do. He had never done this before. All he knew was that he was very uncomfortable, he gave the bulge in his briefs an assuring squeeze. He looked at the monitor, a new message popped up. He leaned forward to read, causing his bladder to be squeezed. He shot a hand down to his undies and squeezed hard, he had no idea what the fuck that feeling was and it terrified him in a way. StillWater25> brb Kane stood back up, keeping a hand on his crotch. He gave it rhythmic squeezes, which alleviated the pressure a bit. When he felt it under control, he looked down and slowly removed his hand. He was dry. He wasn’t sure how he’d feel if it wasn’t, but he was going to find out by the end of the night for sure. Kane was pretty sure his partner wasn’t going to let him off completely dry. Speaking of, who leaves in the middle of a camming session? Kane was squirming about, bladder completely full after prepping for two hours, and now his partner left when he felt it might let go any minute. Kane didn’t want to lean over again to check the tiny clock in the corner of his screen, but he was sure it had been several minutes since his partner left. He kneaded his crotch with one hand, his other rubbing the side of his thigh. Somehow rubbing his thigh made it more bearable. Kane felt a pressure rise, he jammed both hands into his crotch and bent over, riding out the wave. He could feel several pulses as his bladder tried to void itself of excess pressure. Once the waves subsided, he backed up and sat on the edge of his bed. There were a couple towels where he sat, a “just in case”. At this point it didn’t seem like a “just in case”, it seemed like the clean up tools for what was going to happen. Kane felt absolutely full, he again looked down at his crotch, slowly removing his hands. Still dry. However something else caught his eyes, the bulge below his navel. He was pretty sure he knew what it was. He put a hand over it, it was rock hard. With a shaking hand, he pressed down on it. He instantly regretted this decision, as it caused a wave of pressure like before. Only this time it was instant. Before he could get his hand to his crotch he felt his briefs get wet. He grabbed himself with a vice grip, the warm piss getting on his paw. As quick as it came, it left. He lifted his hand, a wet spot covered his entire bulge in his briefs. He looked at his palm, the white fur now stained yellow. ‘Fuck’, he thought to himself. Where was his partner? He glanced up, it didn’t look like another message had arrived. If his partner didn’t come back soon, he was going to miss it. It only he could get some more time, a few more minutes and his partner would be back, right? He didn’t have to think too hard, the bottles on the floor next to his desk would be perfect to relieve just a bit of pressure. Kane ran his hands down his thighs, tensing his muscles before he stood up. He walked a few steps to his desk and looked down. The floor never looked so far away. He’d have to bend over to get a bottle, he wasn’t sure if he could managed. Still, it was his only option. Placing one hand on his crotch with a firm grip, he slowly bent over. Closer, closer, hand past his knees. He felt a surge and stopped, placing his other hand on his crotch as well to hold it back. He felt his damp briefs rewetten ever so slightly. As quick as it came, it left. He let go of his crotch and reached down, and again as he got so close to the bottle he felt a surge and had to stop to grab himself. He got even more wet, the dark spot on his briefs going down over his balls. Bending over like this was going to end up with him completely emptying himself. If only he could reach down without bending like that. Time was running thin, he could feel a rise like before, but coming much slower. Almost like a warning of the inevitable if he didn’t relieve some pressure. Kane sighed, rubbing his thighs like some kind of uncontrollable tic. Without much time left, Kane tried getting a bottle again, squatting this time. He had done plenty of squats and could pull of a quick one to get this bottle so he wouldn’t have to bend over. One hand holding himself, he didn’t hesitate a moment longer. He bent his knees and squatted down, his other hand grabbing the bottle. As he did he felt the hand covering his crotch getting soaked. He quickly stood up and tightened his legs, but it wouldn’t stop. Kane tossed the bottle on the bed and had his other hand join to try and hold it in, but it was no use. The arctic wolf kept peeing through his briefs and hands, the white fur of his legs turnings yellow as rivets of wolf piss flowed down them. Kane shivered and let go of his crotch, the relief felt too good and he didn’t even want to stop anymore. Kane stood there, piss creating a river down the front of his briefs and splitting to go down his legs. The front of his briefs were a complete shade darker. A puddle of wolf piss was created at his paws, and growing with every second. He closed his eyes and enjoyed every moment of it, even if he didn’t enjoy the holding part, the going part was near orgasmic. This had to be the best feeling piss he had ever taken, and it was in his underwear, on his floor. He wasn’t sure how long it took, but eventually he noticed the river flowing down his legs cease. He looked down, first at his completely soaked briefs, then down his yellow tinted legs, and finally at the sizable puddle at his feet. ‘Damn, I can’t believe I had that much in me.’ He slipped the towels down to the floor and stepped on them, might as well get started cleaning while he waited for… Kane looked up at the monitor, he saw there was a new message in the chat window. He leaned forward to read. StillWater25>That was hot. StillWater25 is typing...
  4. Hey guys, I'm back! And I know, I know, I never finished my other 2 interactives, but I figured I'd start a new one anyway, because more desp content is always good, even if it's incomplete. So, this idea will be fairly simple: A girl is dropped into a video game world, and must deal with the world around her in ways the other characters don't have to. Mostly, in the fact that there are no toilets. 🙂 You get to control our character completely. Where she goes, what she does, etc. She'll have an inventory, items, clothing slots, etc. All of which will be controlled by you! 🙂 So, first thing's first, we need to make our girl. What is she like? Hair Style/Colour: Anything works here. 😛 I don't mind making it an outlandish, weird colour if that's what is selected. Age: Preferably 18+, please, but anything works here too. Eye Colour: Preferably a bit more common here, please, something like blue, green, brown, hazel, etc. But something like red or purple is fine. Height: This is optional, but might help with fluff text later. Cup/Breast Size: Same as above. Bladder Capacity: Don't have to do an exact number here, just 'tiny', 'small', 'medium', 'large', 'huge' or somewhere in between. 😛 Personality: Her feelings about certain things will come from this. Is she embarrassed about peeing in public? Does she not want to bother anyone? Does she just like to hold it? Is she an exhibitionist, making her want to flash, making holding harder? Up to you! 🙂 Be as detailed or as vague as you like. 😛 I hope you enjoy this, and I hope I enjoy it enough to continue it. 🙂 I might get art done for it, we'll see how/if that works out.
  5. The Preamble (aka Author's Notes, aka About This Fic) Dedications! For @Bangarang and @SAM996, here's a story of intense desperation fueled by bathroom hogging and a baby-proofed toilet. @luckymon2, this is a double desperation at a house party, with the protagonists intentionally delaying themselves relief, so this one's for you too! Fingers crossed, hoping you all like it! On the structure of this fic! I tried to keep it short, I really did, but I couldn't help writing a long-ass buildup. Really couldn't help it *shrug*. It is still too short for a proper multi-chaptered fic, but way too long for a one-shot. So I am breaking this in to parts - * Parts 1 to 5 is the setup & build up. There isn't a lot of actual description of desperation here - it shows the protagonists filling up, and mentions other people bursting for a pee though. * Part-6: About 1k words of pure male desperation, caused by bathroom hogging. If you don't care for the setup, you can read this along with Part-8 as a standalone. * Part-7: About 800 words of pure female desperation, caused by a baby-proofed toilet. You can read this along with Part-8 as a standalone. * Part-8: Double desperation, and conclusion.I will post 1 or 2 parts each day, as soon as I finish the final editing ?
  6. 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... 🙂
  7. Chapter 1 (FYI loosely based on an old episode of an old tv show) Alex’s tan athletic body laid across her beds silk white sheets. In those dark short shorts her legs spread out to let breeze flow between the crotch. Her white t shirt strayed well across her small but ample chest. Hair tied up, she flinched as she felt a jolt hit her bladder, making her sexy legs squeeze together on instinct. She brushed it off for the time being. Liz, who slept across the hall from Alex had a little more weight on her but boy did it look awesome. Her white legs may have had flab, but her white panties shaped well over her ass, and tight white t shirt brought out her big boobs that took attention away from her amazing blonde hair. She was fast asleep, not yet aware of her bladder which was so full her tummy stuck out. Ashley was a tall, tan model wearing nothing but a tight black bra over her huge chest, and black panties that brought eyes to her crotch and ass whenever she did a magazine photo shoot or walked on the beach. She slept next to her boyfriend, Kevin, also tall, and the body of a hot athlete. “Morning,” he said as he wiped her dark hair from her face. Ashley flinched as she felt all the drinks from last nights after party expand her bladder, plugging herself with her fingers quickly which turned on Kevin. She squeezed her legs as she rubbed off the need to pee like hell feelings as she didn’t want to leave her comfy bed yet. Each of the three house friends (Kevin spent the night) that one of the two bathrooms was being renovated and out of commission for the time being. “Don’t want to get up yet,” Ashley said smiling and kissing Kevin. Kevin felt his massive need to piss though! He got up as he watched his girlfriend fall back asleep, and made his way out of bed, into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Alex meanwhile at that point had been squirming around under her sheets for sometime, and did not want to wet the bed. Her bladder in pain, she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. “Christ,” She said as she rushed, annoyed with her pulsing bladder. She reached the bathroom door and tried to push it open, alas, it was occupied. She wrestled with the handle and knocked. “Um...hello?” She asked in a worried and awkward tone. “I’ll be done soon,” said Kevin. Alex bounced in place and shook her head letting out a breath of grief. Sighing because of her explosive bladder feeling like it was pushing out her sides. She crossed her legs and her foot waddled. She heard one of the doors in the hall open, and Liz rushes out with her sexy long and thick legs together. In nothing but her white shirt and too small sized panties. She reached for the door but Alex pushed her back. “Hey hey hey!” Alex said. “Me first!” Liz threw her arms up wanted to swear like crazy as she literally felt she might lose it any second. Her belly hurting so bad from her full bladder she felt queasy, let her tongue hang out drooling like a dog begging. A sexy gold one that is. She turned to the other bathroom but stopped remembering quickly it was out of order. She felt her bladder feeling like it would rip apart stretching so bad. Hurt so bad she tipped over a little at her waist. “Oooooh,” Liz moaned, pushing her hands against her crotch, her feet kicking back one after the other. She would kick on foot back and keep it floated as she bounced, then repeated the process with the next foot and so on in torment. Ashley, in her room laying in bed, could not stop squirming around or uncross her legs. She got up without grabbing her robe, and headed out the bedroom door for the bathroom in only her black bra and panties. To be continued
  8. This is my first time posting on this site. I've been a lurker up until now. I decided to chronicle some of my experiences from when I was younger. Now, in my middle school days, I started doing things such as drinking lots of water, and holding it until I was too desperate to take it any more. It was my “Omorashi Renaissance.” Normally I didn’t hold it to the point of pain, but one time I had to go so bad it hurt after waking up, but didn’t go right away. My increasing experiences in holding had made me more comfortable with the urges to pee. Quite literally I was training my bladder to hold more. I laid in bed, enjoying the feeling of how full my bladder was, and pressed down on it, making me leak past my closed sphincter for the first time in memory. I laid on my front, and held myself, waiting a while longer to pee, then went to the bathroom after almost reaching a 10/10. Now that I've recalled the dull, uninteresting parts during my transition into adolescence, let me give you my two most memorable experiences from my childhood. ---------- For my first experience, I was... classes in 4th grade were out in portable classrooms, and at the time I was taking a medication that made me thirstier… so naturally I had to pee more often. This meant going all the way back to the main building, to the bathrooms, which were in the middle of the school. We also had some punch card or something for bathroom breaks, and if we didn’t use it all up by the end of the term, we would get a reward. Ordinarily, I didn't have to go during class, except for during lunch and the usual breaks. Well, one day, I didn't to go to the bathroom during lunch. By the time I sat down, I realized my mistake, but it was too late now. I was at a 5/10. Over the next hour, it got worse and worse, until finally, during a story time, I was at an 8/10. I’d never had to go this bad before. I was squirming like mad in my chair and holding myself, and finally I couldn’t take it any more. I got up and brought the punch card to the teacher in the middle of the classroom, which had all of the desks surrounding it in a circle around the outside of the classroom. I was holding myself and dancing, and everybody and their mother could see I was desperate. Thankfully, the teacher took one look at me, and took the card without question, so I was able to leave and go to the main building. By the time I was down the stairs and on the grounds, my desperation had decreased to a 5/10 for no apparent reason. I obviously hadn’t wet myself because my pants (and upon further inspection, my underwear) were still perfectly dry. It’s as if my bladder was trolling me for not going during lunch by making me get up and stand in the middle of an entire class of onlookers to ask to go. Naturally I made it to the bathroom without an issue, but it was rather embarrassing. ---------- When I was 10, I had a friend, a couple years younger than me, who would come and stay with me for the afternoon once a week, while they waited for their parents to get off work. I lived within walking distance of the school, but my friend lived in an adjacent town. One or two days he was at my house, he would go to the bathroom, then 30 minutes later he would go again. Meanwhile, I would come home from school, desperate, because for whatever reason I hadn’t gone all day. I had this stubborn streak of waiting to go until I was dancing around and holding myself, much to my parent’s annoyance. It could be while using the computer, watching TV, anything. I would wait until I was at an 8/10 before I would go pee. This was no different when he was around. I suppose I considered it a matter of personal pride that I wasn’t going every half hour, so I held my pee the entire time he was there, which could have been hours. My parents once made me go to the bathroom when they saw me holding myself and dancing while he was there, telling me it wasn’t good to hold it that long. Well, finally, his mother got another sort of arrangement so that he wouldn’t have to stay at my house. But he was a friend, and we often played Twisted Metal 2 on my Playstation 1 together (God I miss that game), so I was going to miss him. But that still didn’t keep my pride from making me hold my pee for the two hours he was there. I already had to go quite a bit since we got home, I was maybe a 5/10. The minutes ticked by, and just half an hour into it, I was squirming while trying to blow up the AI with my character in Twisted Metal 2. I was starting to get desperate to go, but still I kept holding, and kept silent about it. As the time dragged on for what seemed like hours, my need to pee grew worse… 6/10. I started grabbing myself to make it easier to stave off the urge. 7/10. I missed a shot and fell off Antarctica because I was getting impossibly distracted by how desperate I was. Just over one hour in, I was at an 8/10, and was just about as desperate to pee as I had ever been. But I was determined to hold it until his parents came. My left hand was permanently glued to the front of my pants, and I could not stop squirming as I sat on the floor next to my friend in front of the TV, who appeared to take no interest in my plight. As my urges peaked, my sphincter kept threatening to release by itself. The next hour was driving me mad. The urge was so strong I thought I might burst. I could feel it in my teeth, I imagined I was that character, Johnny or whatever his name was, in Ed, Edd, and Eddy where his pupils started floating upwards as pee filled his eyeballs. I had no idea how I was managing to keep it in, I was so desperate. I kept feeling my sphincter loosen it’s grip when another wave of desperation came, and I held myself for dear life. I was going to wet myself if he didn’t leave soon, I thought. I was perfectly capable of getting up, walking into the bathroom, and going, but I just would not do it. I didn't want to go. I would not succumb. Then, just as I thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, I started to feel a new sensation in the middle of my pelvis. Pain. It was starting to hurt. I started to panic in my head. Is this what my parents meant when they said it wasn’t good to keep holding it? Was I hurting myself? But my pride still somehow kept me from going, until finally, a few minutes later, I heard a car pull up in our driveway. I was in mild to moderate pain now, and was still holding myself for dear life. I ushered my friend out of our house a little more forcefully than was polite, dancing around with my hand in my pants the entire time, as I had to go NOW. Never before had I been this desperate to pee. When the front door closed, I speed-walked straight for the bathroom, tore my pants down, and took the most satisfying piss I had ever taken up to then. I was... um, 'drained' after that, and I realized that I had just held it that long without wetting myself. I had held it rather long before. My childhood was filled with times where I was sitting at the computer, desperate to pee, but not willing to get up because I wanted to keep doing what I was doing, until finally I couldn't take it any more. But this memory has stuck in my mind more than anything. Because this is the day that I had discovered the thrill of holding it... I liked that feeling! This was the day I discovered Omorashi.
  9. 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.
  10. Mbgpeelover

    female Church Christmas Show

    Church Christmas show I went to a fairly large and popular church when I was in my late teens/early twenties. I was just your average girl, petite, bobbed dark brown hair and hazel eyes and an average figure. The church was held in an old stately castle which had very few toilets. This particular year there was a Christmas show and meal put on. It was a ticketed event to raise money for charity and it was sold out. The evening was starting about 5:30 with a full three course dinner but anyone taking part in the event had to be there from 3 so that everything was organised. I was part of the event so had been there a few hours before people began arriving. I had been assigned a job of taking people to their seats which were all pre reserved. I had been so busy since arriving at 3 that I hadn’t had a moment to use a bathroom and I was drinking shloer (non alcoholic grape juice) and water to keep myself dehydrated as the building was warm with an open fire and a fantastic Christmas ambience due to the warm glow, party atmosphere and Christmas carols playing. I was also nervous as I was going to be speaking some lines in front of over 200 people. As I was busy showing people to their seats I was aware that my bladder was filling up but foolishly put the feeling down to nerves. Anyway there was a constant stream of people arriving and I was way too busy to get a chance to go to the loo anyway. After about half an hour everyone was seated and the event began with a ‘cheers’ and a drink. With 200 people in the room it was noisy but so warm so I raised my glass like everyone else and then drank most of the contents fairly quickly. I wasn’t serving the first course but was on schedule to serve the mains. So my table was served our soup which I ate and loved. By now I was much more aware of my need to use the bathroom and decided I would nip there quickly before serving out the main course. I finished my soup, excused myself to my table saying I was going to help serve the main meal and headed for the one single toilet nearby. I had already been bursting for an hour and really had to go. I opened the first door to find quite a queue as clearly many people had come straight from work or been so busy setting up they hadn’t had a chance to go. I crossed my legs and decided I would serve some meals and keep checking, hoping the queue would die down very soon. The meals were sitting on serving trays nearby and I took some through to the hall. I must have taken in about twelve or so meals when I felt the tingling in my vagina again and knew I really ought to pee! I pushed the door open quickly but alas there was still a queue and so many people waiting for their main course! I gave myself a quick rub and returned to the meals. I served another ten meals (two at a time) before checking again. I really could do with a loo break! Others were serving the meals too and one of the leaders saw me heading to the toilets for the third time and said casually ‘let’s try and get these meals out first can we? There’s so many here and we need them out while warm. It shouldn’t take long.’ Long? I was bursting and we were only half way through serving! But I was shy and hated getting into trouble so I did as requested and just kept shifting about crossing my legs, moving constantly and trying to get it done quickly so I could run to the ladies. We were finally down to the last ten meals, most of which belonged to those who were serving. My bladder was so full I could feel the weight of it with every step. The tingling sensation in my vagina was much more constant now. It was uncomfortable but quite arousing too. I could feel myself becoming turned on as my desperation increased and my glands were secreting moisture. Being damp and open down there was also making my need to urinate stronger so I pushed open the door to the single stall again and visualised myself having a long and relaxing pee. It’s not ideal to visualise a toilet when very desperate because my urethra was close to opening when I suddenly saw a queue of five people standing waiting still! How could so many people possibly be going to the toilet during a meal! Arghhhhh I was too embarrassed by now and as I came out one of the male leaders saw me and wrongly assumed I had got to use the toilet finally so handed me my dinner and said to go and enjoy it. Now I do love a good roast dinner but now I was left with the prospect of eating it bursting for the loo. I returned to my table and sat down immediately crossing my legs tight. I decided the best thing I could do now to save my embarrassment was to eat my meal and then sneak out as soon as socially appropriate and use that toilet I had been dying to use for an hour and a half now! It’s embarrassing to write this but I recall sitting at that table so red faced trying desperately to hide the fact I urgently needed to piss and that holding was driving me crazy with sexual desire! I was noticeably squirming now and struggling to sit still. I would cross my legs one way, shift on my seat, cross them the other way, bounce my knee, sit on my foot, and finally settled for a few minutes by turning my chair slightly and perching right on the corner rocking side to side. The rubbing of the chair was sending shivers through me and driving me wild with erotic thoughts. I had to stop because I was becoming way too turned on in public. All the time I was trying to hide my urgency from everyone under the table whilst trying to eat my meal. More juice was poured out and despite furiously needing a wee wee I sipped at the fluids to wash down my meal. The plates were cleared ready for pudding and I slipped out. I had to get to the loo now. Even if there was a queue I realised I would need to stay and wait as there was no way I could take part in the show with a bladder this full and besides I could not stand or sit still for a second. As soon as I was out of the main hall I grabbed myself. My urethra was pounding so hard. The blood had rushed to my private areas and my lips were swollen with arousal. It was so embarrassing but I knew if I rubbed myself much at all I would orgasm and I could not do that in public. I longed to so badly though not just because my entire body longed to climax but also because I knew it would help me hold back the sheer urgency I had to pee. I ran to the bathroom with one hand wedged between my legs and pushed the door open with my bottom. Oh please be free toilet! Please. I need to release so bad! But alas for the fourth time there was a queue! This time four people, two woman, one in her late forties in a sparkly short sleeved silver top and smart black trousers, the other female in her mid twenties in patterned jeans and a Christmas t-shirt. The two men were a boy in his early twenties, a young professional brought up in a rich home wearing a suit and tie and the other a man in his mid thirties, recently married and dressed in smart trousers and a dress shirt. Knowing they all had to pee, possibly pretty badly, aroused me even more but I also felt the social pressure to not hold myself openly even in a bathroom queue. At first we all remained quiet, every one of us concentrating on holding our own toilet needs in and no-one giving eye contact. First in the queue was the older woman in the sparkly top. She stood at the door crossed legged in silence looking at the floor. Next was the rich boy who was casually leaning against the wall showing no outward signs of needing to piss at all. The older man was, in contrast, more obviously needing and had his hands in his pocket as he bounced on his feet standing, slightly bending his knees as he did so. The girl in the Christmas t-shirt, who I was friends with called Lorraine, was pee dancing a little too, whereas I was losing all modesty by this point and despite my embarrassment I returned my hand to between my legs. I had to. It was either hold myself or wee myself. I was frantic. Four people to pee before me. Oh God, I wasn’t sure if I could seriously hold it that long. The door opened and as an older woman in his late fifties came out the lady in the sparkly top uncrossed her legs and ran in. Three to go. Oh man. I could not stop moving, even for a second. I was jigging about, squirming, holding myself and moaning. I had been bursting for so so long and I was now at a 9/10. I was close to full on wetting! Oh hurry up people. I had a show to take part in and no spare clothes. I was holding myself for dear life! Lorraine was the first to speak just saying how crazy it was to have the show in the castle with just one loo for so many. I said there was probably other toilets on the other floors but I wasn’t sure where. Maybe she suddenly remembered knowing where other ones where or she was just taking a chance but she ran out saying cheers and at that there was just me and the two gents left. Oh I longed to skip the queue and wee. I was utterly desperate to use the toilet. But now there were only men waiting with me I felt I should remove my hand from between my leg. That thought terrified me as the upwards thrust from the pressure of my hand was the only thing keeping my throbbing urethra shut. I shyly apologised unable to so much as look at either man in front of me so I just muttered to myself. ‘So sorry. I’m just so desperate, been holding for hours. So sorry.’ The younger man in the suit was still leaning against the wall staring at the other wall not in the slightest paying attention to my frantic pee dancing and muttered embarrassing apologies. The older man in the smart trousers and shirt who had his hands in his pocket and was still bouncing was more talkative. Watching him was the only thing preventing me from wetting myself as his moves, the thought of his dick throbbing in desperation and his sexy pee bouncing was turning me on beyond belief. He looked at me sympathetically, his gorgeous brown eyes sending shivers right through my entire body. ‘I know how you feel. It’s cool. I have to piss so badly too. I was trying to wait for after dinner but I couldn’t. I was bouncing my knee through my starter and squirming so much during the main course my wife whispered to me to go use the bathroom before it was too late. I wasn’t expecting a queue though.’ Hearing a man talk openly about his need was almost sending me over the edge. My nipples were rock hard, my urethra pounding and my glands secreting so many secretions I could feel my knickers filling with my own juices. I actually longed to use my fingers to touch myself inside my underwear both to keep the flood gates from opening and to bring myself to a needed climax. Thankfully the toilet flushed and we could hear the lady washing her hands and opening the bin to put a hand towel in. As she opened the door the young man in a suit stood up from leaning on the wall and went in. I silently begged him to hurry. I couldn’t wait much longer. There were just two of us waiting now. I think after dinner speeches and clear up was starting and I knew I had to get back soon. But I knew more than anything else in the world I HAD to use a toilet first. I had jeans on myself and at the end of my tether I undid my belt and undid the button and zip. My bladder was so hard and distended and it thanked me by expanding outwards right away. I still had one hand between my leg and I was now crossing my legs, moaning and moving every way I could to hold. I also could not take my eyes off the man who was in front of me who had one leg in front of the other and was bent forward with one hand leaning on the wall and the other in front of his crotch. He looked as desperate as I was and I decided to tell him so. ‘You look so desperate there. I know how you feel.’ He looked at me again, this time with pleading almost crying eyes as he half whispered, half groaned ‘I’m gonna piss myself in a second if he doesn’t hurry up.’ And at that he doubled over using both hands to grab his member tightly. He looked back at me in a very similar state and undid his trouser button and fly pushing one hand immediately inside to hold his penis through his boxers. With his head down and legs tightly crossed he moaned that he had leaked a little. He hobbled over to the door and knocked shouting ‘can you hurry up. I actually can’t wait any longer now. Please.’ Oh my word his actions and being able to see his cotton boxers and hear him pleading almost sent me over the edge to climax. I half laughed but blushing so badly I said ‘you need to hurry too please. I am really desperate to wee too’ ‘No worries there’ he said still holding himself tightly. ‘This piss ain’t gonna delay for anyone’. He turned and looked at me his face beetroot with embarrassment as I could see his half erect penis form through his tight grip and a wet patch on his dark blue boxers. Just then the door opened and without any thought that I could see everything he used his other hand to pull down the top of his boxers for a second revealing his beautiful penis as he quickly grabbed it again with his thumb over the top as urine tried to escape. He hobbled to the toilet as the door slowly closed on itself I could see his piss dripping onto the toilet floor and then pour out at force as he aimed it at the toilet. He hadn’t managed to lock the door behind himself but seeing and hearing him as he went in was sending electric waves right though me. I now HAD to climax every bit as badly as I had to pee...and that was immensely urgently! I slipped a hand inside my pants unable to hide the squelching noise it made as my fingers touched my open and sopping vagina. I stroked myself right there outside a public toilet at a big church function as urine leaked slowly out of my urethra mixed with huge stringy mucus from my glands making my underwear and hands covered. I quickly plugged myself with two fingers and crossed my legs tight. I pushed the door to the toilet ajar and watched as the piss poured out the man like it longed to do from me. Anyone could walk into the door at any minute and I was so close to having an orgasm! I know I shouldn’t have but I decided the only way I could cope was to step into the bathroom and let the door silently close over. The man was oblivious as I stood at the wall behind him, pulled my jeans down slightly, leaned back against the wall and used my fingers to bring myself to climax as he unleashed his massive longed for and huge piss stream into the toilet at last. He was caught up in his own orgasmic release, his eyes closed, head back as he moaned in relief as I moaned in relief simultaneously for another reason. As he finished I was just shaking from my ‘moment’ when he flushed and turned and saw me. I was mortified and terrified and with my head down I hurriedly tried to pull my jeans back up. Now I had orgasmed though I was about to piss myself. ‘Sorry’ I muttered breathlessly. ‘I couldn’t wait any longer’ And at that I literally ran for dear life to the toilet pushing my jeans and underwear down just as the waterfall finally released. The man washed his hands and dried them while my violent, urgent, and very loud pee splashed against the pan and water beneath like my very life depended on it. ‘Sorry’ I muttered again as I moaned in relief. My pee was in no hurry to end but the man was so polite in waiting to open the unlocked door as by now he had washed and dried his hands and was ready to leave. He waited until I had finished and washed my own hands before he opened the door and we both returned to the Hall relieved and so much calmer. ‘It’s meant to be a great show tonight’ he said casually as we walked back. I could only smile at him. I felt as if I had already had the greatest show that night and so had he. I have never done anything like that since and don’t plan on doing it again. That is unless anyone wants me to...
  11. It’s been such a busy day with so many phone calls, emails and other stuff that I just haven’t even had a minute to pee! I’ve had three mugs of tea so far and now I am typing this bursting for release. I can feel my bladder hard, my legs fidgeting about and my vagina tingling for attention. My to do list still has a few things left so I will try get those done first before I go. This is me right now.
  12. Red Simpson

    The Grand Tour goes Omo?

    In Season 3 episode 11 there's a moment where Clarkson, Hammond and May all have to drink 3 glasses of water and then wait 20 minutes then they drive around a track in Georgia to see if their lap times improve due to them having full bladders. If you haven't seen I'd watch it as it is just hilarious and it ends with one in the toilet, one desperately holding himself and the other having an accident off camera but you can see the outcome. If you haven't watched it I'd like you to guess on who made it, who had to wait and who had the accident.
  13. randomkath

    female The Rough Seam

    This short story was inspired by "What other fetishes do you guys have?". Special thanks to Jeffery Mewtamer and Curiousanon. The text calls bullshit on the notion that women are only able to enjoy erotica when they are sweet, romantic, and plot-driven. This is none of these things. In contrast, it is nothing but 9700 explicit words of pure fetish fuel, written to satisfy the author's personal kinks. It also serves to expose the author as a twisted pervert and raging lesbian. No apologies. You have been warned.
  14. 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.
  15. Version 1.0.0

    385 downloads

    Hi, this is my second quickly made game I'm uploading to the site. To give a quick description of it: this game is an "interactive captioned image" sort of game based off the classic board game, "Snakes and Ladders". You'll roll dice, land on spaces, and be given instructions on most pages. Your goal is to reach the end of the game, while following instructions, without losing control of your bladder. As with anything like this sort of game, know your limits and stop or take a break if you need to; sometime the RNG is pretty harsh, and while I tried to mitigate it through properly spacing out instructions, randomness can't ever be fully tamed. If you ever feel as if you will be in danger from following instructions in this game, then stop. No game is worth getting sick or worse over. Feel free to contact me with feedback or if you encounter any sort of bug or problem. I could only run so many tests on the game, so some things may have fallen through the cracks. I will do my best to fix any issues that may arise. I do not own any of the art used in the captioned images of this game. If you are an artist whose work I used and would like to be credited or have this game removed from being downloaded, contact me. I apologize for not having a "credits" section, but most of these are works from my personal stash and I have long-since lost where I found them (I also just don't have the motivation to reverse image search 100+ pictures tbh).

    Free

  16. The show from a while back that starred Emma Roberts. It was on Nickelodeon. Not s cartoon .
  17. Lils

    female Wet Sitting

    For a long time, I have wanted to feel what it would be like to wet while sitting on an absorbing surface, like a desk chair, bed or car seat. I do not want to destroy any of my own pieces of furniture, nor would I want to do it to anything that belongs to someone else. But I had come up with a plan to do some sort of simulation of that feeling, getting as close to it as possible. About four hours ago, I felt the need to go to the toilet, after consuming close to a litre of tea. However, while I was finishing up my online assignment, my mind quickly came up with the plan of doing another holding session with myself, and of a way to kind of get to experience the feeling of peeing on a chair that would absorb part of the liquid. As a preparation, I drank another glass of soda and went upstairs. I picked up a heavy blanket from the bathroom, and put in on a sitting area in the bathroom (yes, my bathroom has a place to sit), folded up, so it would act as the "soaking up seat". I went back downstairs and got myself some water while I continued to write and answer emails and text messages. I kept drinking and resisting the urge to go to the bathroom. I don't know if other people have similar experiences, but when I am needing to pee and doing something else while doing a hold, I am constantly thinking 'ow, let's pop into the loo for a second'. After answering emails, and watching some Netflix it was close to dinner time, and I was holding for almost two hours at this point. I made myself a quick dinner of teriyaki chicken, baked mix veggies and brown rice (leftovers). It turned out to be a bit too salty, so I drank another two glasses of water and a glass of milk. After dinner and cleaning up the kitchen, I started up this forum again and kept browsing, my need growing steadily while I was still sipping a bottle of water. At this point, I was starting to feel like this hold was taking forever, and trying to mentally count how much I had had to drink. I finished my bottle of water and wanted to get up for another one when I was suddenly feeling my immense desperation. I sat back down and put my feet up and my laptop on my lap. I kept browsing this forum and the rest of the internet. It did not take long for the 'pulsing' feeling of almost losing it (a bit) started, and at this point, I was either constantly holding and touching myself to keep from peeing, or clenching my legs together while typing. This continued for a bit longer until I lost the first spurt of pee right into my dark blue skinny jeans. I kept browsing and exchanging messages on this board, but my mind was constantly on my bladder. After a few leaks, I could not hold on any more, and I could only stop myself from peeing by physically holding myself. At this point, I got up and hobbled to the bathroom, with an already sizeable watch patch on my jeans. The moment I sat down in my own-made bathroom absorbing chair, I could not hold it in any longer. My stream started out like a small stream, and I was hoping I could stop it and contain the damage. But it grew bigger very fast, and then the overwhelming sense of relief made that I no longer thought about holding it in. I felt the tension slip away as I started wetting my pants faster. And I loved the feeing. While I saw a wet patch forming on my skinny jeans, and the tattle-tale signs of glistering denim, there was no pee on the floor and there was no stream of pee following my legs. My pee was being absorbed by the blanket I was sitting on. I enjoyed the feeling of warm wetness on my bum, and try to focus on the sensation of my pants flooding with pee. After quite some peeing, a little bit of my pee ended up on the floor, a sign that my blanket was getting saturated. It wasn't long after that, that I felt like I had peed all that I had in me. While I was working on the cleanup and getting a load of laundry started (I never have the foresight to put all dirty laundry in the machine and just top it off with the wet stuff), my pants were fast in turning cold (it wasn't that warm at home). However, when I picked up my blanket in order to drop in in the laundry, it felt heavy, warm and wet with my pee. Somehow, the quantity of pee in the blanket had kept itself warm. And now, I am going for a run - and I will likely do at least part of it desperate, knowing the number of glasses of water I have consumed and how quickly I get desperate after a holding. If you have any ideas what I should do with that desperation, please drop them below in a comment or send me a PM. If you're on time, I might follow up on one of them.
  18. Ankita was violently woken from her unsteady sleep with a sharp cramping pain that rocked her bladder. She instantly knew what it was. She sighed miserably and dangled her feet off the side of her hostel bunkbed hoping not to wake her roomate. Ankita was from a well off family in Mumbai. She had lived almost her entire life in the heart of the city, in a posh flat that was on the 9th floor. Owing to her family's financial status, she had never really gotten a taste of the outside world; she spent the majority of her time in Coffee Days and overpriced malls. Upon completing her 12th standard however, everything changed. Her grades were awful. No decent college in Mumbai would accept her. She checked countless colleges all over the country but apart from a monastery near Nepal, the only college that would accept her was Vellore Sisters Catholic College - an all girls strict educational institute. Though it was far from ideal, it was, without a shadow of a doubt, the best option available. With less than a week remaining till the beginning of college, Ankita hastily applied to the college, got accepted, and set off from Mumbai the night before college was to begin. She knew it would be different, much different than anything she'd ever done before, but she was ready: Or so she thought. She reached the train station, took an overpriced auto down a dirt road, baked it the sun, and entered the dusty gates of the college. She was instantly approached by a middle aged nun who, after checking her identification, led her to her room on the 5th floor. Ankita was apalled. The room was dingy and small, illuminated only by a 4ft by 4ft window in the corner. 2 other beds were already in place, and a couple of tops and a pale blue pair of panties lay sprawled around the room. She was too busy inspecting the dust and the cracking paint that she only noticed the absence of an extra door in the room. "Excuse me!" , she called out to the nun. "Uh.. Bathroom?" But the nun was already walking away down the corridor. Hearing the bell ring in the distance, Ankita quickly grabbed a textbook and made her way to class. It wouldn't look good to be late on the first day itself. Classes were boring and tough, same as school. After the 2nd period Ankita got up to go to the bathroom. At the end of the corridor there was a door with a dilapidated 'LADIES' sign hanging from it. Ankita entered and nearly gagged. The floor was muddy with dirt and patches of liquid. Apart from one stall the doors all hung on their hinges, waiting to fall off. The stench was incomparable. IT was muddy and filthy Her bladder protested but her disgust was stronger. Tightening her sphincter, she loosened the waistband of her long green skirt and returned to class. By the end of the next period however, her need had worsened considerably. She could hardly sit still and had twice been reprimanded for continuosly bouncing her legs. in her mind she vowed that the moment this class ended she'd find a place to pee. The moment the bell rang, Ankita jumped up from her desk and left the room, running down the stairs and out of the block. It occured to her that there may be a cleaner toilet elsewhere in campus. AS she ran she felt a drop moisten the joining of her thighs. From the corner of her eyes, Ankita saw a tiny steel door behind the cafeteria block bearing the words "FOR TEACHERS ONLY". Running, she flung open the door and her eyes jizzed when they saw the beatiful bathroom before them. It was king-sized and clean, with a tall whit western-style toilet adorning the center. Ankita rushed to the toilet, yanking up her skirt and holding it under her chin as she frantically moved her red panties out of the line of fire. Plopping herself down on the cold toilet seat she fired her piss into the bowl with deadly force; it splashed off the inside of the bowl and into the water. Ankita sighed in relief but also in exacerbation. How the HELL would she survive here?
  19. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph58bc9e6c24767
  20. Twenty One year old Molly Smith was on her way to a movie lot where she was to be the main character in a new movie, this would be her first movie as the main protagonist and so was very nervous as she drove even going as far as to drink two cups of coffee and three glasses of water as well as keep a bottle of water with her in the car, this would obviously affect her bladder later on in the day. She was wearing a open buttoned red checked shirt with a white t shirt under that, a pair of light denim skinny jeans with a pair of a navy blue briefs and a pair of black convers shoes with black ankle socks. She arrived at the lot parked up then went to go find the director, after 15 minutes of going from studio to studio she eventually found the director who was standing next to some sort of photographer. "Ah Molly good to see you." he said. "Likewise Mr Brandon." she shook his hand as she started to notice her bladder which was getting quite full. "Please call me Peter, I'd like to introduce you to the photographer Miss Lin Davis." the woman in her late twenties shook Molly's hand and smiled, she looked very professional well for a photographer wearing a white t shirt with a navy blue jacket and matching pants with a pair of black flats. "Now we only have her for an hour so do everything she says please." Peter said before walking away, Lin gestured Molly into the next room which was all ready for a photo shoot. "Now to start with we'll get some pictures of you in what you're wearing then some picture of you in the nude....is that ok with you." Molly nodded she'd been in some scenes in TV and movies where she was naked, only she didn't have to pee so badly. "Great..." Lin said "Now please stand in the space and strike a pose." The first load of shoots went well Molly was able to hold her pee with relative ease but now she had to do it naked which worried her as she feared without her pants her bladder would just release it's contents thinking she was on the toilet. "Um...May I use the...." Before Molly could ask she was shoved by Lin who only had 10 minutes as her schedule got cut short. "I see you have to pee but just wait." she said. "Now please give a sexy pose." Molly crossed her legs and used her left arm to cover her left breast leaving the right one exposed and her right arm hanging by her side. "Good....now just stand normally." Molly exposed her the rest of her womanhood and could feel her bladder threatening to explode and as picture were taken she leaked a little which was now running down her legs and splashing on her feet. "Lets try that again." Lin said Molly's bladder was throbbing violently but somehow kept it in. "We're done so sorry to have kept you in your....state." Lin said. Molly couldn't say anything other than. "Where....bathroom?" Lin didn't know but it wouldn't matter anyway. As Molly was about to get her top on she lost control of her bladder, her pee explodes into the fabric of her jeans and underwear running down her right leg and then making a puddle on the floor, she smiled unable to fight it and just relaxed. As she finished emptying her bladder she went very red. "Oh my god I'm so sorry, I....I tried to hold it but I was just so nervous and so drank a lot...." "It's ok Molly, go home get cleaned up I'll explain what happened to Peter." (Hey everyone who read this, this is my first fiction so I hope you all enjoyed. please leave a comment about what you liked about this and what could be improved for next time.)
  21. So by popular demand today I consumed loads and loads of liquids and carried on with my housework. Those of you who read my stuff on here will know I am a holder and not a wetter. However I wanted to do something special to mark my year on here so here is today’s account: i woke at 7:30 am so went to the bathroom to empty both my bladder and bowels. i had a mug of tea with my toast for breakfast then got kids ready and off to school. When I got home I made myself another mug of tea ans drank this before noticing my daughter had left her homework on the couch. So I took her homework down to the school and when I came back i got on with the housework. I decided to clear out my wardrobe and took a bottle of water upstairs with me. I filled somw binbags of clothes for charity and it wasn’t long before I began needing to pee. I ignored my bladder as I was busy. I was really shocked just how quickly my desperation increased so I stopped hoovering my stairs and made a video of me squirming. I have an account on xtube so started to upload that video on there. It seemed to take ages meanwhile I was getting more and more desperate to pee. I pulled my trousers down and pushed my hand tight against my knickers in an attempt to keep my pee inside. I was moaning as I really had to go so bad but I wanted to wet myself and film and to do so I needed the video to finish uploading first. I wasn’t t sure if I would be able to wait to be honest. I was getting very very strong urges to release and it was very exciting. Finally the video finished uploading and I could start recording again. The second video was me really moaning in urgent need to go then then first drop in my knickers and then I pull my trousers up and explode in them. It was my first deliberate wetting and it was absolutely amazing. Having nver wet like that before what shocked me was just ten minutes later I really felt the need to go again ans when I sat on the toilet I peed another very long release! Has that happened to anyone else? Anyway the videos are on my xtube under the user name helpmehold. Here’s some pics I took for you all
  22. Girl in grey leggings sat on the toilet holding and trying not to pee. Holding on the Toilet.mp4
  23. Found this video on a twitter profile, it's a clip from one of these Japanese holding challenge videos. Apparently the girl has to hold it without using her hands for 15 minutes. I liked this one though because of how slowly but steadily she looses control. Does anyone happen to know the source of this clip? I'd love to take a look at the full video. As always, download is below, link to twitter post is here: Twitter がぶ edure 15 minutes .mp4
  24. Two women eating and drinking and talking in a restaurant and both desperate to pee with plenty of leg movement/crossed legs and hand thrusts into their crotch to hold their pee back. Each in turn go to check if the bathroom if free and each time it's not, they both end up peeing themselves on the seats they are sat on. Note; Not a nice thing to do really as someone as to clean this mess up. ScreenCapture_2019-2-16 10.02.36.mp4
  25. Since some of us have been asking for more cam models who do pee desperation, I have been searching for just that. Kayra was our first largely popular model, and I know anya and marcus have had a few shows too (very nice couple btw and I look forward to their next show). However since no model is on all the time, we often have been left searching endlessly to find another bladder queen(at least i have been), not to replace our favorites, but to give us more models who are willing to hold. I have found another girl who is not only willing to indulge us, but was quite eager to give it a try once I showed her our forum. I explained what most of us were after, drinking lots, holding as long as she can, and as big and full of a bladder as she can possibly handle! She is excited and offering to give us a holding show on Tuesday at 2am eastern time. The idea being she will start drinking some before hand, and its up to us to show up and tip her to drink more and continue to hold, much like kayra did. She is newer to holding, so by no means am I expecting her to drink as much and hold as long as our queen kayra did, but she seems up for the challenge, and will start by attempting 2 liters for 2 hours (we'll see how it goes from there). Now here's the fun part for now, after some very playful convincing back and forth, we agreed that I buy her a bottle and she would drink that liter right then, on an already 10/10 full bladder. Granted she didn't last much longer after that *evil laugh*, but I did get her explicit consent to both take screenshots and post them here for you all. For the show, 100 tokens buys one liter, same as usual. However I made it very clear to her that she should not drink more than she can handle, and we don't want to make her sick, so be gentle! There is nothing specifically set for when she reaches her holding limit, some of you may decide to take her for a private show, maybe we decide on a public goal closer to the show, but I know she is hesitant to full on pee on cam publicly because of chaturbate rules on pee content. As long as she is just holding and not peeing, we see no issue with the public portion of the show, which after all, the holding is mainly what I'm after, and I know the same is true for many of you. For random other challenges...well I'm sure you guys have plenty you can think of, and if you enjoy the show, that would definitely help keep her around. Same as last time, I'm not asking you guys to go throw money at her, but this is the offer that has been presented, and I sure as shit will be participating ? Here are a select few screenshots, some of her drinking, posing, and of course, the best bladder bulge angles I could get from her. Enjoy! ...or shall I say, bottoms up? ? Link to her channel: https://chaturbate.com/alexa_bite/ My referral link if you choose to sign up so you can chat(since i never posted one with kayra, might aswell now), I get bonus tokens if you do, I will not be offended if you choose not to: http://chaturbate.com/in/?tour=4uT2&campaign=a8ZXt&track=purchasetokens and this last one is a bit blurry, but its the lowest angle I could get and I think you guys will understand why ?