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  1. Sonali, my ex, had the largest bladder I've ever known. Well, this was the experience with her that really put it to the test. I've tried to make her hold her pee for me many times, but she's never come close to being really desperate. If you've ever been for an ultrasound you'll know how it works. The doctors tell you to drink as much water as you can prior to the appointment and then to come to the office. What they don't tell you is that the amount of urine your body can comfortably hold, is not enough to carry out the ultrasound. Because of this, the doctor, in this case a 27 year old Mallu aunty called Sweety, makes the person taking the ultrasound wait in the lounge for as long as possible before finally seeing them so that their bladder is sufficiently full. Anyway, this time, I was sitting in the waiting room with a full-bladdered Sonali. Sonali kept mentioning on and off how badly she needed to pee but it was in a joking manner. It wasn't serious or even urgent (as it was that time after the train ride). She just kept joking about it in good humor. After 45 minutes of sitting in that waiting room though, Sonali's patience and bladder control began to waver. She no longer joked light heartedly; rather, she crossed her legs tightly and rocked back and forth. She bit her lower lip with a determination that I'd only seen her use before for math homework. She was really in a tight fix. Sonali's tight jeans clad her bouncing legs albeit barely. I could see the urgency written on her face. At that moment, Sweety (The Mallu Doctor) appeared at the door to the room clad in her pink uniform. "Sonali Kumar?", She called out. Sonali jumped to her feet and walked/ ran towards the clinic room. As I was there with her, they allowed me inside (although Sweety was very reluctant). As soon as we entered, Sonali lay down on the cushioned (and waterproof) reclining chair that was customary of gynecologists. Sweety promptly made her open her tightly crossed legs, and unbuttoned her jeans. Sweety slid Sonali's jeans down to her upper thighs, exposing Sonali's hairy pubic region to the cold AC air of the clinic. As Sonali's 'region' was obstructed by hair, Sweety had to quickly shave it away before the ultrasound could be taken. These 30 seconds were torture for Sonali, who tensed her bladder with all her might and bit her lip so hard it turned white. As soon as the ultrasound was done, Sweety zipped up Sonali's jeans, told her she'd send the results soon, and showed her the door. Sonali dashed through the door, expecting a quiet clean and solitary bathroom where she could peacefully void the contents of her aching bladder. Alas, that wasn't so. The door Sweety had pointed to led to a common bathroom, just like the ladies bathrooms that you see in multiplexes. Apparently, the hospitals had multiple Ultrasound clinics operating but only one bathroom. As you might think to yourself, this is obviously a recipe for a soaking wet disaster. The bathroom was crammed to bursting with desperate women, jiggling back and forth from foot to foot. The sounds of gushing relief from the women that had reached the few cubicles made the long wait even more unbearable. After less than a minute Sonali decided she couldn't wait and told me to get in the car and drive home. The car ride was the most desperate car ride of Sonali's life. She sad next to me in the rider's seat frantically shaking in every concievable manner. Just by looking at her, I knew she wouldn't make it home. Sure enough, the moment we reached a stretch of the road with a foresty patch to the side, Sonali shouted at me to stop. Not wanting to test the waterproof-ness of my seats, I hastily stopped the car by the roadside. Sonali jumped out of the car and ran to the furthest edge of the shrubbery. She ran up until she reached a small wooden fence that demarcated the limits for someone else's property. In the blink of an eye, Sonali's pants and panties had been torn down and she was squatting neatly in front of the fence. As her ass faced the fence, a loud and spluttering stream of pee gushed out of the hairy mauve patch between her legs and soaked the parched ground below. Sonali's piss covered the ground. She remained hunched in that position for nearly another 5 minutes as her bladder emptied itself in a hissing torrent. When she finally got up, she was sweating with exertion. As we drove back home she told me that that was, without a shadow of a doubt, the most satisfying piss of her life.
  2. ILoveOmorashi

    Desperate in Mumbai

    Even though Reema was born in West Bengal, she had lived in the United States since she was four, so she barely knew Bengali and also only spoke a little Hindi. So when she went to visit relatives in Mumbai, she knew this would be a minor problem, especially since she knew no Marathi. She knew to have some of her female cousins along to help translate things for her while out and about in the city for the week she would be there, but one day she decided to go shopping by herself. Reema didn’t have any problems at first (her Hindi was adequate enough for speaking with merchants and shop employees), but after drinking two bottles of water because of the sweltering Mumbai heat, she soon found herself needing to urinate. Worse yet, she knew none of the shops around had public toilets. Her need rapidly grew worse as the minutes passed. She started pressing her hands to her lower belly as she searched for a toilet---it didn’t help matters that she started to get lost. Reema asked passersby in Hindi if there were any public toilets nearby. Some of the men also reacted with slight hostility for her even asking for such a thing as a woman. As her need to pee grew much worse, a woman she asked finally told her where to find public toilets as she stood dancing from foot to foot. Reema hurried down the street and then turned a corner into a wide alley (she could smell the toilets even before she had turned all the way). There were two lines of people---one for men and one for women----that led down to two different rows of four sheds each, which were, of course, what passed for public toilets. Unsurprisingly, the men’s line was considerably shorter than the women’s and moved up faster. The women were all in various stages of desperation as well. There were also two men standing in front of the toilets charging for money to use them. Reema had read something on the Internet about this not too long ago. It was free to use public toilets like this if you only had to urinate, but you had to pay if you had to defecate. Then Reema noticed with dismay that the men were charging all the women! Another half-an-hour passed as the women’s line slowly moved forward and Reema’s bladder screamed at her for relief. But finally she was second in line for the toilets. The sari-clad thirty-something woman in front of her frantically pleaded with one of the men in Marathi. Even though Reema didn’t know Marathi, it wasn’t too hard for her to figure out what they were talking about: she obviously didn’t have enough money. After about a minute of futile pleading, the man (who had almost no teeth even though he was in his late 20’s) yelled at her some more in Marathi, shooed her away and she ran off crying with her hands pressed into her crotch. Then it was Reema’s turn. He held out his hand and began to speak, but Reema spoke up first in Hindi. “I...have to pee.” The man shook his head and replied in equally halting Hindi. “You may lie, have to shit. Three rupees!” “But, sir….” “Three rupees!” he demanded again. Reema looked in her purse and found with horror that she didn’t have any change, only traveler’s checks. Reema tried to beg one more time while doing a serious pee-pee dance. “I have no…money. Please…I just need…” “No money, you don’t go!” he yelled. “Go away and stop holding up line!” He pointed to the end of the alley. Reema walked away in despair. She just didn’t know what she would do. If she didn’t get to a toilet soon, she was sure would pee in her jeans. Reema stepped back out onto the street. The agonizing pressure on her urethra now made every step more difficult. She spotted the woman from earlier crouched down on the ground with her hands in her face and sobbing loudly. She also noticed the huge puddle of urine underneath her and that the bottom lower half of her red sari was wet. Several men were standing around near her, laughing, leering, and making obscene comments. Disgusted, she felt like saying something to them, but kept on walking. Reema was now frequently pressing her hand discreetly in her crotch. She decided she would take a taxi back to her aunt’s house and hope she could hold it until she got there. When she hailed one, she was somewhat happy to find that the driver spoke Hindi with a Bengali accent like her. But as she talked with him in Bengali on the way to her aunt’s house, she became annoyed as she found he talked too much. At least it helped take her mind off her bursting bladder a little, however. She sat in the back of the taxi for the entire ride with her knees pressed closed together. It took them an hour to get to her aunt’s house in a wealthier neighborhood because of traffic. Reema thought it was a miracle that she made it. She pounded on the locked wooden front gate and yelled “Let me in!” in Bengali. Her aunt’s maid opened it up and she ran past her and directly to the bathroom. Unfortunately, she found the bathroom door locked as well. “Hurry up, please!” Reema exclaimed, pounding on the door with one hand while burying the other hand in her crotch. “I really need to use the restroom, it’s an emergency!” “Sorry, I’ll be done soon!” the voice of her 14-year-old cousin Mahima answered back. But Reema couldn’t wait another minute: she had to go now! The only thing that Reema could think of to do besides wetting her pants was to go pee in the backyard. It was already dusk, so hopefully there wouldn’t be anyone else outside. She sprinted to the back of the house and past the rest of her bewildered relatives, yanked open the back door and out into the backyard. But just when she started to take off her jeans, her zipper got stuck! “No, no, not now!” she moaned. She struggled with the zipper for another minute, but then finally she couldn’t hold it any longer and began to pee in her pants. Oh, NO! she thought. She heard the faint hissing sound of the urine coming out of her body and into her jeans and felt the wet warmth as it quickly spread from her crotch and down her legs. She peed for well over a minute and the urine ran out onto the grass at her sandaled feet. Reema looked down and surveyed the damage. The wet stain on the front of her jeans from the crotch down looked almost black in the early evening. She felt relieved to have an empty bladder, but also very embarrassed for wetting herself. At least she did it at her relative’s house and instead of in public.
  3. ILoveOmorashi

    Bollywood Bladder

    “Cut! Say it with more feeling, Raj! Feeling, understand?!!” The movie shoot started at around 6 a.m. and it was now 17 minutes past two in the afternoon. Even though Mallika didn’t know it had been exactly that long, she did know it had been a long while, especially since she needed to urinate very badly at the moment. To make matters worse, her hands were tied to a wooden pillar behind her (this was part of the movie plot where the character she was playing was kidnapped---earlier on during filming, she was given a glass of water to drink and it was giving her trouble now). But even if she could go use the toilet in her trailer right now, she was too embarrassed to admit it to the mostly-male film crew that she had to relieve herself. It was the longest movie job Mallika had been on so far, but she had known before that the director Mr. Tilak was a perfectionist. But then a couple of minutes later, Mr. Tilak decided to take a break. “Cut! Let’s break for five minutes. One second over and you’re fired!” Mallika could count the number of words in Marathi that she knew on one hand, but “cut” and “break” were two of them. She breathed a sigh of relief, but to her horror, nobody stopped to untie her even as they went outside of the abandoned warehouse where the filming was taking place (or in Mr. Tilak’s case, to his trailer) to relieve their own bladders. The language barrier didn’t help, either. There was no way Mallika could admit that she had to pee, but she had to get someone’s attention somehow. Just then, she saw Samy---her lassi-wallah and the only person on the film crew who understood both Marathi and Tamil---come back inside the warehouse. As she got ready to call his name, she was shifting from foot to foot uncontrollably underneath her red sari. “Samy?” He turned his head. “Yes, madam?” Then a look of shock and regret came over his face. “Madam! Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot about you! I’m sorr…” “It’s alright, Samy,” Mallika replied, slightly annoyed. “Could you untie me so I can have my lunch?” “Yes, madam.” But instead of untying her, he ran to her trailer to get her a mango lassi. He wasn’t a very smart man. She also would have preferred to talk to her female assistant Madurai (whom she would have been a little less embarrassed to admit her need to urinate to), but she was still outside. “Now untie me, Samy,” she said when he came back with her lassi. “Oh, right, sorry, madam!” he exclaimed. But just when he started to, the break was over. “Alright, everybody back to work!” Mr. Tilak bellowed while clapping his hands twice. “Samy, what are you doing?!!” “Mallika needs to eat, sir,” Samy replied in Tamil-accented Marathi. “There’s no time for that!” Mr. Tilak snapped. “Now get out of the way of the cameras!” Samy just shrugged his shoulders and then walked away. “Action!” Mallika’s heart sank as her last chance to pee for when she didn’t know how long went away. The sensation of her full bladder was sheer agony, but she knew that it was haraam for her to admit it to a man. Three more hours passed as they continued filming, but for Mallika and her bladder, it felt like an eternity. She had her knees pressed together and she was futilely trying to keep a straight face. She wished her hands were untied so she could bury them deep into her crotch. She was also sweating heavily from both the heat and from her desperation----it dripped off her face and onto her ample chest. Mr. Tilak kept filming and re-filming a scene where Raj’s character is berating one of his lackeys and she was wondering how many times he would keep doing it. But then Raj started pouring a bottle of wine into a glass (which was also written in the script) and suddenly Mallika couldn’t hold it any longer. She didn’t care about haraam, shame or modesty anymore----she needed to pee now and she would wet herself if she wasn’t untied to do so. “I-I need to go to the toilet!” she blurted out. “What did you say?!!” Mr. Tilak responded, neglecting to yell “cut.” “Mallika said she needs to go to the toilet,” Samy translated. “She can wait until filming is over,” Mr. Milak replied unsympathetically. “There’s not much light left!” “Please, I need to go very badly!” Mallika continued to beg while Samy translated again, her legs trembling. “I ca…” She suddenly felt a spurt of urine escape from her body and into the crotch of her silk panties, making her gasp. Then she struggled to keep herself clamped shut. “I said you can wait!” Mr. Talik shouted. “I don’t care how big of a star you are. On my set, I’m in charge!” “But I h...oh, no, no, no, no!!!” Her bladder could take no more torture and she began to wet herself. Urine poured down her legs and saturated the front of the lower half of her sari. It splashed onto the ground, forming a huge puddle at her slipper-clad feet. She could feel the warmth as she sobbed in utter humiliation. Mr. Tilak and the rest of the film crew just stared in complete shock. After the last of her bladder’s contents had emptied into her clothes, Mr. Tilak broke the silence. “Cut! We can use some of that footage. Very realistic, Mallika!” Mallika sobbed even louder upon hearing this, her head hanging in shame.
  4. Warning: Contains pooping... Just a warning Akansha’s alarm went off at 5:00 in the morning. She moaned groggily, and turned on her side, rolling herself into a sitting position. No sooner did she pick up her phone and check the messages, than she saw that Karthik and Radhika were already at the lake waiting for her. And Rebecca was on her way! Shit!! In a frenzy, Akansha jumped out of bed. She switched on the light, threw on a pair of jeans over the panties she’d slept in, tossed a T-shirt over her head and dashed out of the door. This lake plan had been made almost a week in advance. Not far from their houses was a beautiful large and for the most part uninhabited lake. The plan was to go there incredibly early in the morning ,have a refreshing walk, a soothing joint, and watch the sunrise in all its glory. Akansha left the house, boarded an early-morning bus, and checked her watch again. Fuck! It was already 5:30. In the distant expanses of the sky she could see the first rays of sunrise beginning to illuminate the horizon. She sat quietly, put her headphones into her ears and hoped the bus would reach there soon. ______________ Meanwhile, over at the lake, Karthik and his girlfriend Radhika had already reached the bus stop and were no trekking the 2 km hike over a set of hills that led to the lake. “What is this yaar!!” , Radhika whined as she plodded up along the winding dirt track. “This is soooo faaaarr…” Karthik looked back, amusement and irritation plastered in equal arts on his face. “Come on now”, he implored, “The worst is done….we’re almost there..” Radhika whined something or the other but Karthik was too far ahead to make sense of any of it. However, he quite clearly heard her whine the word bladder. Karthik dismissed it with a casual shrug of his shoulders and kept walking. Finally, after another 5 minutes of trekking, Karthik and Radhika finally crossed the final ridge. The full lake, shining magnificently blue was clearly visible. It was dazzling in the orange reflection of the sky. Karthik stood abreast the ridge, his tall muscular frame silhouetted by the rising sun: he looked magnificent. Radhika stumbled her way up, panting and gasping for breath. Panting and covered in sweat, Radhika implored, “Please… Let’s just sit down for a bit.” Karthik replied, “But we’re only 10 minutes away from the lake. We’re almost there, don’t you want to make it?” Radhika nodded ,still panting, “But just sit here for a minute or two no? Let me catch my breath?” Karthik realized he couldn’t convince her otherwise and sat next to her. Karthik was too busy staring at the beautiful lake that he failed to notice Radhika’s writhing legs or her clenched fist. He failed to notice the swelling lake in Radhika. ________________________ Rebecca’s morning had started very badly. At 4:30 this morning, while the lights were still off and the sun was sleeping, Rebecca had been awoken by a cramp in her stomach. She was forced to jump out of bed and dash to the bathroom, tearing down her boxer shorts to plop herself down on the cold porcelain lid of the toilet just as a wave of spluttering liquid excrement spewed out of her and into the polished basin. Rebecca groaned and clutched her stomach. It must have been that Golgappa that she’d eaten last night! Why, Why the fuck had she eaten that Golgappa!? And so, the next hour was spent like this. For small intervals of time Rebecca had felt better. She would clean herself up, pull her boxer shorts up and stumble back into her bed. However, Mere minutes later she’d be woken by a resurgence of the same cramps and be forced to dash into the bathroom once more, starting the cycle all over. By 5:30 however, Rebecca was feeling considerably better. She’d been in bed for almost half an hour, and the nausea and cramps were gone: it seemed, for good. She rose to the beeping of her alarm and deemed herself fit enough to make the journey to the lake. She rose groggily and wiggled her way into a pair of skin tight blue denim Levi jeans. She managed to pull them up to her upper thighs, but no higher; her striped purple panties obstructed her. Rebecca wriggle out of her jeans, took off her panties (throwing them behind the door), and pulled her jeans back up, completely naked underneath. She zipped them tight, fastened the button and took off in a taxi towards the lake. Meanwhile, Karthik and Radhika sat utterly motionless on the ridge, staring out at the morning sunrise. Karthik moved closer and put his arm around Radhika. He noticed that she was tense and wiggling, but he paid it no heed. Instead he drew her in closer, and closer, and kissed her on the lips. Radhika had been badly in need of a pee for quite some time now, but she wasn’t quite sure how to bring this up to her boyfriend Karthik. They’d been dating for only about a month and she was still afraid that something as ‘taboo’ as this may be deemed ‘gross’ by Karthik… and that would be incredibly embarrassing. Rather, she had chosen to remain quiet. As Karthik pulled her into his gaze and planted his lips on hers, she was overcome by his kiss. Oh his kiss! It robbed her of reality and all of her mundane concerns. All she could feel was his lips against her, gently massaging her and easing her as his hand pulsated between her legs. She couldn’t escape it! There was nothing she could bring herself to do or say that would cause him to let go of her as his body slowly weaved against hers. Karthik slipped his hand down the front of Radhika’s loose elastic sport shorts and deftly made its way into her panties. Karthik discovered a creamy gooey paradise. With the skill of a neurosurgeon and the knowledge of a gynaecologist, Karthik located the clit and began to weave wave after wave of pleasure onto it. Radhika was tight of breath. She could feel him rubbing her most private of privates, her holy of holies. And she loved it. Despite the throbbing warnings from her bladder, Radhika just couldn’t stop him. As he pulled down her shorts and lay her down on the crunching grass, she couldn’t, or rather didn’t want to stop him. Karthik laid down next to her and guided her to come on top of him. Radhika noticed that her pants were down, bundled near his feet, and his large throbbing manhood glowed in the morning light, highlighted by the thick clump of hair that adorned its base. Karthik guided her into a squat over him, his soaking genitals mere inches from hers. Karthik looked at her and she felt her bladder throb once more. Karthik let go of Radhika and almost instinctively, she began to lower herself onto him. As his large hard penis brushed the dripping space between her thighs, she was racked with excruciating waves of mind blowing pleasure. She eased herself down slowly as his strong pulsating dick rose inside of her. Radhika threw her head back in ecstacy. Karthik was a part of her! She felt her heart throb with joy and her woman-parts throb with pleasure. All of a sudden her bladder throbbed in revolt. Radhika’s eyes widened in shock as a small spurt of urine shot out of her and splattered Karthik’s shirt. Radhika was mortified. Luckily Karthik was too enraptured in pleasure, his eyes closed and his fists clenched, to notice. Radhika felt her bladder rearing up again and she knew that she had to get off, now! She needed to pee too bad! She just couldn’t control it. “Karthik…”, she moaned, her voice no louder than a whisper, “Karthik… I … I really need to pee…. I just cant….control it…” Karthik was seconds away from shooting his load. As Radhika was speaking he felt his orgasm rising up in his dick. He was cumming! Subsequently, when Radhika tried to extricate herself from him, so she could run into the bushes and pee, he pulled her back down onto him. This was the last straw for Radhika’s bladder. Her urethra tensed once or twice, as she tried to hold back the dam, but there was never any chance. Her bladder had been neglected for too long. With an agonized cry, the contents of Radhika’s bladder squirted out of the hairy mauve patch between her legs, splattering violently onto Karthik’s stomach as he ejaculated all over her. As Karthik finished cumming, Radhika rolled over him, piss still gushing out of her, and squatted mere feet from Karthik. Her yellow piss pattered furiously into the muddy ground beneath her, leaving puddles. _______________________________________________________ Akansha had reached the foot of the hill at the same time Rebecca had. Rebecca was halfway up the hill, Akansha by her side, when a rumble in her stomach reminded her of the Golgappa, and shattered her fragile belief that her diarrhoea dangers were done. Rebecca felt her bowels tense angrily and she knew from the experience this morning, that such an urge could not be overcome, merely delayed, and that too for a minute max. Rebecca turned to Akansha and asked awkwardly, “Hey, do you think you could just wait a minute…. I just.. .really need to use..use the bathroom.”, her cheeks blushed red. Akansha awkwardly nodded her head and Rebecca ran behind the bushes. She frantically unbuttoned her jeans, tore them down and fell into a squat as diarrhoea erupted from her shapely backside. She hugged her knees and breathed deeply as she covered the forest floor in her liquid shit. Akansha awkwardly remained standing on the dirt path nearby as Rebecca’s bowels loudly evacuated themselves onto the forest floor. A minute or so of awkward squatting ensued for Rebecca as she finished up and was forced to search for some fresh leaves with which to ‘clean up’. Soon enough a triumphant Rebecca emerged from the bushes. However, Akansha was far less impressed. As Rebecca had been hunched up behind the bushes, Akansha (my girlfriend at the time) had been texting me. Akansha: Hey Me: Hey! What’s up? Akansha: Nothing much, came on this stupid trip to the lake. You know, that far off one in Mahlapur? Me: Yeah. That’s really far! How come you went all the way there? I know how lazy you are. There’s no way you’d travel that far unless it was for a really good reason. So? What is it? Akansha: Well, Rebecca came for one. I’ve been dying to meet her, it’s been ages. Me: Oh! That’s great! Say hi to her from me too if you can? Have you met her yet? What are they doing now? Akansha: Ummm well, Rebecca’s freshening up right now… I’m not too sure about Radhika. Me: Freshening up? What does that mean? Aren’t you guys at a lake? Akansha: Yeah but…. You know….. stuff Me: Hmmm… I get it.. Akansha: Do you? Do you really?? Me: I think I do Akansha: Tell me then. Me: Ummm… Is she pissing behind a bush or something? :P Akansha: Oh My God! :P How did you guess that :P Close enough :P XD Me: “Close”. Oh my God! Don’t tell me!! Is she….?? Akansha: Yep. Been feeling sick since morning it seems. Me: Damn… Well. How are you feeling? Akansha: Okay yaar. Just need to pee a little bit. Me: Hmm….. Will you be okay? Akansha: Yeah Yeah! You know me! When have I ever not been okay? Me: Hyderabad, for one. Akansha: Oh come on! That’s not fair, apart from that? Me: None really come to mind. Well then, hope it all goes well :P Akansha: It will, see you soon. The lake after that was essentially uneventful. Akansha’s bladder, merely uncomfortable when she chatted with me, grew worse and fuller as the day progressed. As the day wore on, she began to be desperate enough to consider looking for alternated sources of relief (mainly squatting behind a particularly lush bush). However, as Akansha’s luck would have it, the group spotted a porta-potty in the distance. Radhika’s urge had been satisfied after that embarrassing post-coital piss in front of Karthik, but Rebecca’s stomach was still plaguing her. Both Rebecca and Akansha set off for the bathroom in the distance. As they approached, Akansha couldn’t help but notice the look of acute distress on Rebecca’s face. Rebecca was sweating and waddling like a duck; it was obvious she wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. Regardless of how much Akansha liked Rebecca, Akansha wasn’t about to give up her bathroom for anyone! Akansha sprinted ahead of Rebecca, entered the porta-potty and slammed the door, bolting it firmly and beginning to remove her jeans. It was only at this point that she noticed the toilet was an Indian-style one. Akansha has a great aversion towards Indian-style loos and finds them disgusting. On this occasion however, Akansha tore her jeans down with her panties till her calves, and squatted closely over the toilet as she released the contents of her strained bladder. Upon completing her piss, Akansha pulled up her pants and left the stall, expecting to find a very desperate Rebecca. To her surprise however, Rebecca was gone. Vanished. Suddenly Akansha heard a loud splatter of semi-liquid on dried leaves followed by a spluttering fart. Akansha laughed thinking of Rebecca. The girl had shit once in the forests already today; why not a second time?
  5. Strongest Bladders too have a limit and can burst. One of my Bestie, was a bladder queen until this incident took place. She was awarded so by our classmates as we had never seen her using the toilets at collage. Our collage used to be for 7 hours in a day with 1/2 hour break in between. Her home was like 2 hr far away from collage, that means she used to travel for 4 hr a day, up and down. Even if she had peed before starting to collage, she used to control it for 11 hrs until she reached home. Sometimes on a traffic jam, etc it would take her another hour to reach home. The only girl who had stayed dry was she alone. Everyone else had peed ourselves, either in classroom, or on the way to toilet, toilet queue, or in the LAB. The only once I saw her desperate was when we were going to her home by bus, she was wiggling her legs and said me she badly had to pee. Once we reached there home I too had to pee now, she took me to her toilet and said me to squat on the floor while she peed in the commode. Even after I finished she was still going strong. I asked her why can't you go in the collage? she in turn replied was shocking. She just stopped the flow in between and said "I have been blessed with the strongest bladder, tell me how much time I should hold it in, I will hold for that much time". In atmost concern I said her please dont hurt yourself by holding and went out of toilet. She peed for another 3 min and came out. _____________________________________________ It was once our collage had arranged a trip to Dandeli forest as a excursion. It took us 9 hrs to reach there. When we all had reached there we were bursting for a pee, except her. We had two teachers with us. I first thought they will allow us to relieve ourselves, but the teachers called us and made groups of 5 people each. Since it was 7 in the night, we had to make arrangements to stay there for the night.. It took us 1/2 hour to finish it. We were all instructed to be in group, until we complete our excursion. Many of the girls whose bladder were bursting, squatted behind the tent that we had arranged for sleeping. I, bladder queen(Bestie) and many went searching for a suitable place, as some of us had to take a dump as well. All the way walking my Bestie thought that there was a toilet there, when we found a secluded spot we popped a squat there and finished peeing. My bestie was shell shocked to see us do that and asked where the toilet was. One of the teacher who was still peeing said you have to do same as what we are doing!!!. She was still looking here and there when everyone else had finished peeing. She then confessed that she did not know to pee in the open, also she did not have the practice of peeing in squat position. My teacher said that we will help you squat and held her arms, but she denied saying it is not that urgent for me and walked back with us to the tent. When we came back near our tents, dinner was ready. We were served with 2 roties, 1cup of dal, 1cup of rice and sambar. Food was OK for some of us some threw up after eating and some did not eat at all. Both of the teachers came with there plan for the next morning's excursion. We had a fire light party before we went to bed at 10 pm. 3 girls from our group dozed off immediately, however I and my bestie chatted for some time. When I inquired about her peeing, she just said she could hold it and slept off. Next day morning, our teachers came near our tents, woke us up and took us to the same spot where we had went last night. Since both the teachers were ladies, they instructed boys to go to the other direction and came with us. I however could not bother about my bestie as I was already on the verge of peeing my nightie. My teacher was now angry on my bestie as she did not relieve herself and forced to control herself. My teacher angrily said don't repent if you have an accident and went away. We started to trek immediately after finishing our toileting activities. Our plan was to trek for 2km and have a bath in one of the river. We reached there 1 hr later all exhausted. My teacher planned to send boys a bit far away from us and we all got inside the water. My bestie and another girl who had to take a dump again, went behind a nearby bushes. They did not get into the water. I came out of the water and said this is the best chance yaar, you get into the water and pee I said, to which she denied and said "NOOO!!!" in a calm yet angry tone. We went on and on trekking till evening and halted in such a place, were you could find venomous creatures. My teachers instructed about this and said dont go far away for your toileting needs, if you have the need go just behind your tents. Due to the scarcity of the place we had put our tents wherever we could find a place and hence boys tents and girls tents were all nearby. Many of the boys took a chance of this situation and saw us peeing. Some of the boys enjoyed this, some boys flashed lights on us while we had squatted. Many of the girls did not pee for this reason. I had went behind my tent to pee with one of my group mate who was too shy to pee when she knew that boys were around us. She had pooped a squat and was peeing when a boy flashed on her. She got up and pulled her pants up, she could not hold her pee and ended wetting herself. Many girls had to take a dump too. All these girls who chose not to pee, totally messed themselves, two girls in my group too peed themselves. But my Bestie she had not peed from the past 33 hr. We all woke up again next morning with obviously full bladders. My teachers had seen some terrifying insects and said pee / poo inside the tent itself. We had no option but to follow the teachers instructions. We 4 of us relieved ourselves, 2 of them who had accidents cleaned themselves with the little water left in our bottles. Were as my Bestie's abdomen had swollen and the bulge seemed as if she was 5 month pregnant. Soon we started our trekking again, now my bestie was clearly in desperation for toilet. She cried saying she needs toilet. As our group had fallen back from the rest of other groups I took her to the near by bush, she had never ever squatted on the ground to pee earlier. I held her by her left arm and another girl held her right arm, helping her to squat. She lifted her kurthi and untied her leggings. One of the other girl from the group said her to remove legging completely off in order to avoid wetting. She slowly squatted down, I took my both legs away to avoid getting splashed. Even after two minutes into squatting she had not peed. One of the girl went and squeezed her abdomen, which caused her to start peeing but she kept spurting. Her urine stopped for 2 - 3 seconds before resuming again. It was clearly evident that she was trying to control but was not able to do so. All of a sudden from no mans corner a group of boys passed in front of us. My bestie was shocked to see them, she pushed us aside stood up and held her kurthi across her exposed pussy. That was it, her urine was not coming in spurts but it was coming like a open fire hose. Within seconds of her peeing, kurthi became saturated. Her legging which had fallen on ground was completely wet, not even a single thread on it was dry. Her pee went on and on. Right while she was peeing in standing position her bowels too relaxed. She peed for approx 6 min straight. Her bladder emptied the contents that been stored for more than 40 hrs!!!. As her pee neared ending, it ran down her thighs and legs washing of her poop. She fell to ground and cried saying "I lost the battle" and hugged me tight. __________________________________________________________________________________ Everyone came to know about her accident, and she became depressed after that. She had become too depressed that she became psychiatric patient for few months.
  6. It happened to be the last or the other last Wednesday, there was a meeting which was arranged by the higher authorities, and I and my colleague were named to take care of the facilitation for the delegates who were coming for the meeting. As since my colleague (name : O) was more experienced than me, she was given more responsibilities than to anyone else. In order to ease her work I and one more colleague (name : Q) of mine was named as to help her out. I and Q sat out and planned out to bring with some punjabi crusine food for the meeting,. Nothing went wrong till now. Soon the meeting started, first we had the food and then started to discuss about n no of things. With only half hour into the meeting my colleague O started to look uncomfortable and so was Q. I was pretty much OK as I have had a better immune system :D. She was sweating under the full blast low temperature A/c. She had kept her left hand squeezing her stomach every now and then and the other hand over the table. For the rest half hour or 45 min she kept squeezing her stomach with her legs tightly crossed. It was my time now to give the presentation and next was hers. I went up and started speaking about the topic. I could notice from there as she paid no attention to the topic of what I was saying. After 20 min of speaking I ended by saying "and now my colleague Ms O will continue" and came back to my seat whispering sorry in her ear. But I had hardly no choice to save her, I had to call her next and that was the agenda!. Now I felt pity on her, before she could start, Mr Q interrupted said that the food supplier had called him regarding the payment, excused himself and went straight to the toilet outside the meeting hall, lucky him cried Ms O before continuing with her presentation. She kept her both legs together stood still, did not move or even shake a little. It was almost over with her topic when I saw a clear liquid stream crawl down her legs. I blinked my eyes and saw there was nothing, but as I blinked again I could see a drop or two of her pee fall from her tunic. A couple more streaks of pee flowed down her legs and ran into her shoes!!! She was losing control. 10 more min passed she did not leak further. With everyone else busy listing to her no one had noticed what was happening to her bottom half. She was now interrupted by one of a delegate, who asked her to wind up and to continue in the next session as he had another meeting and walked off saying "congrats It was excellent". The moment the delegates left, Ms O gave a tight squeeze to her crotch and ran towards the toilet only to be interrupted by her boss, who asked her to sit in the meeting hall. She sat on the seat saying "nikal rahi he ya" and peed violently into her tunic. The seat below her got saturated within seconds, and pee splattered on to the floor with bad noise . . .
  7. Ranganath

    indian CURSED!! (Indian)

    Hi once again everyone. <present> The bus driver of the SETC bus hung out of the side of the bus blowing his whistle as we entered the Salem bus stop at 3:00 AM. This was to be our third and final bus switch for the night. The bus stop was dimly lit and reeked of stale urine and decomposing garbage. I heard a few of my friends stirring awake as the bus lights came on. I grabbed a smoke and left the bus, edging my way past a restlessly rocking Sanjana. The station was utterly appalling. Garbage lay rotting in large heaps. I looked around for a place I could have my smoke. My eyes fell on the bathrooms, the gutka riddled wall from where the stench originated. I edged my way past the food sellers and into the open unisex shit yard that they called a toilet. At this time of the night there was nobody around and the bathroom looked more than a little creepy. I stood to one corner and lit my smoke, an evil twinkling glistening in my eyes. I took a deep drag, then smoothly exhaled as my heart pounded faster and faster. I knew what was going to happen. I knew what I was going to see. I took another drag off the cigarette. The sound of footsteps pattering rapidly, approaching the bathroom stirred me. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. The footsteps grew louder and louder as the person running approached. Sanjana's panting was easily recognizable. Sanjana dashed into the bathroom, a frantic look plastered on her face. She scanned the filthy room up and down quickly, noticing me but in her urgency not caring, and dashed into the closest 'cubicle' (if you can call it that). From my place in the corner, I had a perfect vantage point. I took another drag. Sanjana unbuttoned her skin tight jeans and began frantically pulling them and her tight white polka-dotted panties off her thigh. The moment she had got them midway, she dropped into an awkward skewed squat over the trough below. Instantly there was a loud hissing sound as a forceful stream of urine shot into the bowl, washing off some of the brown plastered grime in its flow. But though Sanjana was squatting, emptying herself into the trough, there was no relief on her face, merely determination. Just one glimpse of her sweaty contorted face and the way she was clutching her stomach, I knew there was a much bigger problem shouting in her lower stomach. Her butt cheeks tensed several times during the coursde of her pee. Yet each time she managed to regain her composure. As her stream tapered off to a drizzle, she hurriedly pulled up her jeans and left the bathroom, buttoning them as she walked out. I followed her back to the bus with a sly smile on my lips. This was going to be an interesting bus ride !!! <Two Days Earlier> "Hey Rohit, where are we. I need to Peeee", Aishwarya whined from the back of the trekking group. Rahul looked up from the path in front of him. He scratched his head as he replied, "I'm not really sure. We're quite lost, that's for sure. We're in the middle of nowhere! There's just trees and more trees!! If you really need to pee you should probably just use a bush." Aishwarya looked indignant and sulking with a pouty face murmured, " I can wait." Our trekking group had gotten lost in the depths of the forest. We stumbled off the main trail less than an hour back and hadn't been able to find our way back. There were 8 of us in total, friends from work and other. We'd come up to Yercaud for a fun relaxing weekend of trekking, not this. Still we walked deeper and deeper into the jungle. As the sun started to dim, my eyes caught a figure in the distance, behind a forage of vines and branches. I pointed this out to my friends and they shouted to the person for help. The man however, didn't respond, at this distance we wouldn't know anyway so we all moved towards him shouting for help. Suddenly, the figure began to run. Shouting we chased after it for a good 5 minutes. Finally it appeared to be slowing down; we ran forward with renewed vigor. As we drew closer, we saw that the figure was not a man, but a tall beautiful woman, wearing a typical traditional folded saree. As we drew closer, we saw that she was fiddling with something behind a large tree. When we approached we were surprised to see a well built shed, about the size of a small public toilet, made entirely out of wood, in the middle of the jungle. The woman was fumbling with a ring of keys in front of the door. Her incessant jiggling and knee-bending gave voice to the nature of her hurry. Aishwarya had caught sight of the shed and was overjoyed. She outran all of us and reached the shed. Turning towards the village woman, Aishwarya said, "Toilet? Can .. I?? Toilet??" The village woman gave just one look of frenzied urgency to Aishwarya and went back to putting various keys in the padlock fastened on the door. Aishwarya was not well off. She was having severe difficulty keeping still. These were the final moments of struggle for her. All of a sudden a 'click' sounded as the padlock snapped off and the toilet door swayed open. Inside was a clean and obviously well maintained toilet. Aishwarya was already contemplating running ahead into the toilet before it opened. As the doors swung open though, she felt a long leak (more like a squirt) rush out of her and down her cargo trousers. She held it back but within 2 seconds another squirt escaped, and then another. Aishwarya ran ahead, literally pushing the village woman to the side and fumblingly bolted the toilet door behind her as she entered. She could feel drops of urine running down her calf. She tore her cargoes down to her knees as a tidal wave erupted from between her legs, washing the toilet clean in its path. Aishwarya sighed loudly and closed her eyes in bliss. The village woman trapped outside however was much less fortunate. Shell-shocked by Aishwarya's actions, the village woman, with her legs visibly twisted and in a semi hunch, pounded on the bathroom door. The 7 of us standing there could do nothing, and merely looked on. We were so busy watching her pounding away at the door that we didn't notice the gentle pattering noise of piss falling from her calves onto the soil until she started crying. When we realized what was happening, we all looked away, feeling incredibly guilty and awkward. The woman sobbed gently as her urine ran down her legs. Suddenly the wind changed, the sky darkened, the tree leaves rustled ominously. The woman looked up at us, her kajol smeared around her eyes. Her look was one of unadulturated hatred and anger. The next thing we knew, she was levitating above us, 5 feet in the air. As she looked at us her eyes glowed with orange fury. "FUCK YOU!! You bastards will pay for what you've done. You'll feel my pain, my humiliation, my helplessness, ALL OF YOU!!! You WILL pay. You WILL know what it feels like. Every single one of you!!" With that she disappeared among the foilage. We gazed upward stupidly in shock. The sound of a flush was followed by a relieved Aishwarya stepping out of the bathroom as she buttoned up her cargoes. "What happenned guys??"
  8. Sabika and Kanika It was 6:00 AM on a Wednesday. The outside world was still slowly stirring into action. A lone car here or there could be seen as the sun rose slowly and majestically from over the dunes in the distance. The town of Surat slowly rose from its slumber. Among those who were groggily rubbing their eyes were two women in their early 20’s, Sabika and Kanika. Sabika and Kanika had been friends since they met in school back when they used to stay in Gandhinagar. They had remained classmates and friends through their board exam, through their CBSC 12th , through their arduous 3 year BBA degree, and finally, through their MBA, the final step in the horrifying process they’d known as their education. The moment they got their degrees in hand they began to insist to their respective families, the need to move to Surat because “that’s where all the well-paying jobs are!” they claimed. After a couple of weeks they’d gotten permission from their families, found a flat in a massive apartment complex in Dindoli. The flat was everything they’d ever dreamed of and more! It was spacious, clean, well ventilated, and it was theirs! On this Wednesday however, neither Sabika nor Kanika was able to appreciate the green countryside or the beautiful sunrise as they scurried around their room, frantically gathering up bits of small change. “3568”, Kanika counted “3668!”, Sabika chipped in holding up a 100 rupee note she’d picked up from under the mattress. Kanika sighed miserably, “This is hopeless! We’ll never get enough money before 11. And God Knows what the landlord will do if we don’t have it again! It’s the second month in a row!!” Sabika clicked her tongue, irritated, “What are you telling me for!” Both the girls fell silent as they reflected on their circumstances. Sabika suddenly piped up, “Hey Kanika! Your dad sent you money last week, remember!” Kanika’s face lit up as she remembered. She jumped to her feet and ran over to her cupboard. As she hurriedly sorted through her clothes she explained, “If I run down to the ATM now, that’ll solve everything. You chill here for a bit, go back to sleep if you want” Sabika nodded in agreement but kept her eyes fixed on Kanika. Kanika pulled a kurti out of the stack that she liked and, ducking behind the narrow door of her cupboard, slid off the boxer shorts she had on in one deft fluid motion. The cupboard door did a poor job of covering Kanika’s taut smooth brown buttocks from Sabika. Kanika caught Sabika watching and “tsk’ed “ her jokingly as she donned the Kurti and jogged out the door. She shouted back at Sabika, “I’ll be back soon.!”, as she entered the lift. Over the many years that they’d been friends many had accused them of being “weird…” Many classmates of the duo in 12th had gone so far as to insinuate that the two were performing lewd sexual acts on each other. Sabika and Kanika had never been bothered in the slightest by these rumours, mainly because of how baseless they were. Regardless of what anyone else might think, Kanika and Sabika had never crossed the lines of friendship with one another. For Sabika however, this was growing difficult. Ever since they’d shifted in together, Sabika had unknowingly noticed more and more of Kanika’s nuances: that little pimple on her back, that mole on her right butt cheek….. Kanika had seemingly blossomed overnight from the skinny tom-boyish ruffian she’d been in school, to an enticing, and sensuous young woman. Sabika had been dreaming of her more and more. Vile dreams. Loathsome dreams. Unspeakable dreams. Sabika had initially dismissed them as Hogwash, but a week back, around 3 in the morning, Sabika awoke from one such dream suddenly, a splash of moisture near the joining of her thighs. Her lower stomach felt as if it were burning: not in pain but in rapturous pleasure. She felt her engorged and moistened womanhood pound with the racing pumping of her heart. Sabika sat up quietly, careful not to wake the sleeping Kanika on the other end of the Queen size bed. The wet fabric of her boxers pressed against her thighs as she moved a hand to garrison her fortress. The moment Sabika’s hand had made contact with herself, her body convulsed as if suffering from an electric shock. Oscillating waves of pleasure shot through her spine, sending tingling sensations raging across her forehead and her toes. She felt the walls of her abdomen tensing and loosing with intense force, in sync with the pulses that rocked the sea of dampness beneath her hand. The pulses slowly faded away and Sabika faded into sleep with them. The next morning however, Sabika noticed the sizeable stain left on her shared pale green bedsheet. She was utterly mortified as Kanika teased her, saying she had wet the bed. Since that day, Sabika had made it an effort to ‘satisfy her womanly needs’ at least twice a week, so as to prevent such ‘incidents’ from repeating themselves. Seeing as Kanika had left the house, Sabika bit her lower lip softly and jumped back into the bed, now all by herself. She hadn’t touched herself since last Tuesday, more than a week ago. Now however, on a Wednesday, alone and unencumbered with chores at home while her roommate exerted herself, she realized she finally had the time. Sabika walked over to her bedside drawer and pulled out her laptop and (from much further back) her vibrator she’d sneakily bought from Goa. It was far too loud for her to use normally, but it was ideal for situations such as this. She placed the laptop on her stomach, propped her head up with some pillows and navigated to Local Disc D/ Images/ Kanika/ 34#%@52#% Sabika’s heart beat faster and as she clicked on the folder she moved her right hand down, out of visibility, behind the laptop screen, and switched on the vibrator which hummed powerfully. The folder was empty, save for a sole video titled DrunKanika_toilet.3gp Sabika clicked on the video, her heart beating frantically in her chest. Sabika had taken this video on her phone almost two years back. Despite how close the girls were, Sabika had never seen Kanika completely nude, except once ………. This once. Sabika had taken the video around two years back on her [Sabika’s] birthday. The girls had gone out clubbing and had gotten quite inebriated off the free shots the club offered to women. Sabika had managed to squeeze past the throng of women into the washroom once in the night, but Kanika hadn’t been that lucky. When they were in a cab and less than halfway home, Kanika had begun whining about her bladder, laughingly pleading with Sabika. Sabika had then pulled out her phone and jokingly began videoing the entire chain of events. Kanika had initially resisted and hid her face, but in a matter of minutes had forgotten the whole thing and was pleading once again. As VLC media player opened and Kanika’s voice whined through her speakers with cries of , “Mujhe bathroom Chaiye!!!”, Sabika moved her humming little friend into position between her legs and her whole body tensed, paralyzed as if by accord. As Sabika moved the device up and down, her back arched and her toes bent straight in line with her foot ( like ballerina feet) as her legs slowly bent upwards into the air… Meanwhile Kanika was standing in the blistering hot Surat sun. The brightness stung her eyes as she squinted them tightly. The queue was gigantic! Hundreds of people snaked around the complex, all orderly waiting for a chance to exchange a handful of money. Kanika cursed herself! If only she’d come here yesterday, this could have been averted. ARGH! Unfortunately however, Kanika had no choice. She needed that money by today or the consequences would be dire. Her landlord had threatened to evict them if they were late again. Kanika sighed inwardly to herself, a sigh of acceptance, and pulled out her headphones from her pocket and began to untangle them. As she fiddled awkwardly with the wires in front of her, she became aware of two men, sitting leisurely on a motorcycle in the distance, sipping chai and brandishing cigarettes, looking at her repulsively. Kanika quickly averted her eyes, plugged her headphones into her phone, pressed play and forgot all about it in the repetitive beats of Honey Singh’s “Blue Eyes” An hour had elapsed since Kanika had come down to withdraw money. Still, the ATM line in front of her showed no sign of drawing to an end as it snaked off and away down a dusty road out of her apartment building and towards the sole ATM in the vicinity. The line behind her looked even more gargantuan than the line in front of her! People had gathered in such vast amounts it was disconcerting to say the least. However, standing in line this long was beginning to take its toll on Kanika as she swayed faintly beneath the searing heat. Immediately the two strange men that had been watching her from the comfort of their bike the entire time sprang into action. One came and held her upright so she didn’t fall while the other helped lower her into a gentle sitting position on the rim of the sidewalk. The men asked for water from the crowd. One kind elderly gentleman in front of Kanika pulled out a Bisleri bottle with the label torn off and handed it to Kanika who gulped at it ferociously. Kanika thanked them, returned the water bottle to the old man and continued waiting in line. Twenty minutes down the line and as the beats of “Pani Pani Pani” rang through her ears, Kanika knew she was in a desperate fix. To add to the dizziness and fatigue, Kanika now felt another worrying presence making itself known: that of her bladder. She stood on her toes and craned her neck but still couldn’t see the end of the line. Her bladder tensed in protest, sending its contents rushing to her urethra which she managed to clench just in time. 10 minutes later and Kanika’s need had increased exponentially. She ground her legs against each other and often bent into crumpled tensed half squats, with her fist clenched between her thighs. She knew that she couldn’t wait any more. In desperation she pulled out her phone and texted Sabika, “ Sorry, can’t get the money. Too many people. Heading back” Kanika was about to leave the queue and search for a bathroom when she noticed the two men who’d been looking at her earlier staring again as she shuffled in place. From the distance she was at she could see one man’s lips form the word “peshab” as he spoke laughingly to the man next to him. Infused with anger, Kanika stormed over towards them. “What!! What did you say!! Tell Me!!” , she began to shout. The crowd , bored of their monotonous wait , quickly turned to watch. The taller and better looking of the two men, introduced himself as Patel and leaned in to Kanika’s ear and whispered, “ There’s a bathroom near here, if you want I can show it to you. My friend will hold your position in the line.” Kanika was desperate and her nerves were frayed, she buckled easily and followed Patel without hesitation down an empty alley on the other side of the road. She followed him briskly for another 2 minutes and drew to a stop where he did outside a dingy stinking doorway with no door. The room inside stank and there were flies hovering around the dotted flaking squat toilet in the centre. “You go!”, Patel whispered huskily, “I’ll stand guard” Kanika was in no situation to refuse and within a matter of seconds, had tiptoed into the stall, yanked off her kurti and was pissing ferociously into the small dingy bowl. The sound of her release echoed off the walls and rang loudly in the streets; Patel’s loin began to stir. A relieved Kanika stepped out of the stall and looked at Patel. Unbeknownst to him, she too had felt a tingle in her most secret of areas as she saw Patel, visibly aroused, nobly standing guard as she voided herself. She looked at him passionately for a matter of seconds, and then leapt on him with the ferocity of a wild tiger. She jumped into his arms as she kissed his face frantically. Patel stumbled backwards, carrying Kanika into the small stall from whence she had come. Patel took two large steps over the toilet, and held Kanika up against the wall. Her legs were fastened around his waist and his hands held her from her armpits. In this position, with her legs spread, it was only a few thin layers of cotton separating his throbbing manhood from her dripping lips. As his manhood rubbed against her, Kanika was aroused to the point of tears.. “Under dalo!! Under dalo” , she frantically whispered in the heat of the moment. Patel had but to slip her salwar down a few inches, over the voluptuous curvature of her ass before he was able to slide his aching 5 inches inside of her starved body as they joined, convulsing in shared pleasure. Patel thrust harder and harder and faster into Kanika’s soaking garden. Kanika clawed his back as she moaned animalistically, echoing the waves of pleasure that tore their way through her body. Her gasps build up, faster and faster, until it was just one mind numbing cry as Patel tensed, and jerked, shooting his seed deep inside of Kanika. That one final push accompanied by the warm explosion that followed it pushed Kanika over the edge as the lurking orgasm ripped through her, shattering her mind as she groaned heavily and dug Patel’s back so hard it bled. Within a matter of minutes, sobriety had returned to the pair. Kanika pulled up her salwar, salvaged what dignity she could, and giving Patel her number, marched back to the queue. She found the friend in line, only 5 people away from the bank. She quickly switched with him, exchanged the money, and headed home to the house. As Kanika reached the floor of her house, she opened the house door and walked inside to her room. To her surprise, the room door was shut! This was incredibly rare, especially given how close Kanika and Sabika were. Rather than knocking as any other friend might have, Kanika threw open the door and gasped in shock at the writhing figure of Sabika. Sabika lay prostrated on the bed her hips and her bush circled rhythmically as her China made vibrator doing its job between her legs. Her other hand lay clutching the bed sheets on her left, as if for dear life. She rubbed her self and whispered, “ah aH aH AH Oh god I’m cumming….I’m cumming…I’m cumming,” as her eyes remained latched on the screen of her laptop. Kanika’s eyes fell on the laptop screen and she saw a video of herself, inebriated and squirming in the bathroom, trying with limited success to stand still over the commode as Sabika attempted to cut her baggy Patiala salwar string with a giant pair of scissors. Kanika saw herself removing her top, so as to keep it out of the path of the storm, and throw it to the side at the exact moment that Sabika snipped her way through the troublesome salwar string. Kanika saw her Patiala collapse to the floor, revealing her visibly soaked green underwear which she peeled off without a second thought as a torrent of processed beer gushed out from between the hairy joining of her legs and splattered into the porcelain commode beneath her. “SABIKA!!!!”, Kanika shouted. But the orgasming Sabika could do little more than turn to Kanika in horrified ecstasy as the Chinese-made orgasm racked her body. Her eyes twitched, her hands and feet stiffened and her legs rose up as she cried loudly and went taut for a second. Sabika collapsed back onto earth in the form of the bed and lay there for a minute, gasping for breath before she could sat, “Sorry Kanika” Kanika however was red livid with anger. She glared at Sabika and through her clenched teeth snarled, “We’re going to have a talk about this”, before she wheeled around and left the room, slamming the door behind her.
  9. 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?
  10. Hi everyone, This is my first post on this site. :) I have been a lurker here for quite some time so I thought I would be better off joining :).My English is not that well so please point out any errors I have made in order to help me improve :)The following story is a true event that I witnessed while living in Madurai ( A City in South India).The women, not just there but in India in general, are extremely Self-Conscious and Decent, and, as such, do not normally talk about any kind of Bodily Functions, whatsoever.. It all started when I went to pick up my girlfriend Shruthi from the train station. She lives in Mangalore, another city quite far from my own (About 15 hours by train). She's 19 years old, and studies BHM in a college over there, whereas I am studying a BSc over here. She arrived looking truly beautiful, in a white T-shirt and denim blue jeans. After picking her up from the station we talked for a while and I offered to take her for breakfast ( It was about 9:30 in the morning at the time ), but strangely she refused. "Have you eaten already", I asked her "No",she replied, with a strange expression on her face, " I'd just rather go home and wash up first,... besides I'm not feeling too well either." "What happened?" I inquired, genuinely concerned "Nothing it's fine",she replied in an unconvincing tone,"Just that the food on the train was kinda bad and my stomach's feeling kind of odd...". "Oh..." I replied, not wanting to make her uncomfortable by asking more questions... With that I walked to a nearby roadside wala (vendor), bought a bottle of Bisleri Mineral Water for the ride, caught a nearby auto and, after haggling over the price for a while, settled for a fee which was still blatant daylight robbery, loaded her luggage in, got in with her and left. Before I continue, let me tell you all that my house is not exactly 'close' to the train station by any means. As in India, the train stations are quite dirty and many people defecate on the tracks, the train stations are kept on the outskirts of the cities, far away for the majority of the urban populace. My house is a small apartment building, about 3 floors high, crammed in between a supermarket and another building, in the very heart of the city. After about 20 minutes in the auto, Shruthi ( who had been intermittently gulping from the 2 Liter water bottle I had bought), began to look uncomfortable. Up until that point we had been chatting casually but soon her expression became relatively strained and she grew silent. Not wanting to overstep my Boundaries but at the same time concerned, I asked again.. "Hey, Shruthi", she turned to face me, " Are you sure your'e Okay?" "Yeah sure I am! How come? Is something wrong?", she said. Understanding that she really didn't want to talk to me about what was bothering her, I dropped the topic, the mood once again drifting into the zone of an unbreakable Awkward silence. After 5 minutes more, She turned to me and said,.. "Hey,babe..., How much longer do you think it will be until we reach home?" "Dunno, about half an hour more, we're still in the city outskirts.", I replied."How come?" Realizing that she couldn't hide her predicament from me anymore she turned to face me, and whispered in a hushed and rather ashamed voice.. "Um... I actually kind of have to use the bathroom...",She said," It's becoming pretty bad... I haven't gone since I got on the train", "Really?" I asked, shocked. "How is that even possible, the journey was almost 15 hours long, right?",I inquired. "Um... Yeah", she said, "But I really didn't drink that much, you know how the toilets are in those trains", she told me. "And on top of that, I think I kind of went overboard with this Bisleri, after not having anything to drink for so long", she said smiling, as both of our eyes turned to look at the almost empty 2 Liter Water bottle, lying between us on the seat. I turned away, looking out of the side of the auto, eyes scouring the roadside for a 'sulabh' (toilet). Within a matter of seconds I saw one. Instantly I turned to the auto driver and said "Bhai, idher rukh, ekh minute wait". As he slowed down the auto and the roar of the engine decreased to a mild hum, Shruthi pinched me tightly and said, "It's fine, keep going" "Huh??", I said , giving her a confused look. "Seriously, get this auto going now", she said, in a rather disgruntled tone. After giving the auto driver a nod to continue I turned to her, annoyed, and said; "What was that? I thought you said you needed to use the bathroom." "I do..." She said, looking truly distraught, "But.." "But what?", I snapped "But...",she continued,"Remember I told you about the train food... Well honestly, that's not sitting too well with me...,please don't make me spell it out for you I'm embarrassed enough as it is." Still not fully understanding the situation ,but not wanting to piss her off more, I shut my mouth and looked out of the side. About 30 minutes later, we were caught in a traffic jam, about a kilometer from my flat, the traffic packed just as tightly as Shruthi's hands between her thighs. She was rocking back and forth on the seat, still trying to maintain her composure, when suddenly she let out a little gasp. "Are you okay?", I asked again. "No!", she replied, rocking back and forth and on the verge of tears, "How far is your flat from here?" "About a kilometer", I replied. Just like that she leapt out of the auto and, standing there in the street, pulled out a few crumpled 500 Rupee bills from her tight jean pockets, handed them over to the driver, turned to me and said, "Come on Let's walk." Not wanting to aggravate her further I got her luggage and stepped out onto the busy road and began leading her to my flat. The moment we reached the ground floor of my flat she asked me (or rather gasped out) "Floor?" To which I replied, "It's the 2nd one to the right on the 3rd floor, could you maybe lend a hand with these...." And just like that, before I even knew it she was sprinting up the stairs, 2 at a time. "Okay", I muttered to myself, "Thanks a lot for the help" I slowly walked up the flights of stairs lugging the baggage behind me and finally reached the third floor where I saw Shruthi sitting on the stairs with her hands between her legs and her torso gently rocking back and forth. She wrenched one hand free from the vice-like grip of her thighs, extended it to me and asked for the keys. I set down the bags and began rummaging through my pockets for the keys but alas, none were to be found. Knowing just how pissed off Shruthi would be if I told her this I kept searching until finally she caught on. "WHERE ARE THE KEYS", she almost screamed in her thick kannadiga (accent relating to the state where she's from) accent. "I must have dropped them at the airport" , I replied,"But seriously don't worry, my landlord lives just about a block away, he's got a spare set, he'll be here within 5 minutes", I said, taking out my phone and sending him a message. "That's too long" she said, tears almost rolling down her cheeks, "Does your roof have a bathroom?", she asked desperately. "I think so", I replied, and began leading her up onto the roof. The moment that we reached she ran around the corner and began frantically searching for a bathroom. When she finally found one, she tugged on the handle, a second away from relief, but it didn't budge. I was standing right besides her. Gently nudging her, I pushed her to the side and pushed on the door with all my strength but to no avail. "Shruthi look, I'm really sorry about all of this but I swear, just wait a minute or two the landlord will come." "I can't wait that long baby", she said between sobs, "SERIOUSLY!! I haven't used the bathroom in almost a day, I drank like, two FULL liters of water in the auto, and..." "And what babe?", I asked tentatively... "That fucking train food has been trying to escape for HOURS", she moaned, just as she keeled over and clutched her stomach. "Oh..." was all I could say,now fully understanding the severity of the situation. I thought of what I could possibly do to help but nothing whatsoever came to mind. I sat there silently, as Shruthi sobbed softly by my side. Suddenly she gasped and the sobbing intensified. She lept to her feet and with both legs crossed and one hand on her rear, she squeaked,"Babe, wait here PLEASE!!!", and ran off to another corner. I got up and began following her when suddenly she dashed behind a small partition of the roof (My roof is filled with various partitions, each coming up to about waist level) and, still in full view, (owing to the height of the partition), unbuckled her belt, pulled down her jeans and squatted. Her head, still fully visible, turned as she looked to ensure that there was nobody in the vicinity, when her eyes fell on me. "What the hell are you doing?GO BACK!!!" she shouted angrily, as she tried to stand up, bending over to pull her jeans back up. But it was far too late. The reservoir of piss that she had been holding back for so long, was let loose the moment that she squatted down. As I was looking at her face, <yelling at me to go back>, a loud hissing sound cut through the air. Her face turned red with embarrassment and she turned the other way, unable to stop the flow. After about a minute and a half, the noise ceased yet still, she remained squatting. Curious, I approached, peering over the partition to see if she was okay. With her ass close to the ground, and a relieved expression on her face, I instantly realized what was happening and hastily turned away, lest she catch me watching and I end up a single man. I went back to where I was before she left and sat, unbelievably aroused. When she finally returned, she didn't say a single word to me. Instead she hobbled down to the flat where my landlord was now waiting. The moment I got the key and opened the door, she hurried to the bathroom, albeit still walking. When she had finally cleaned up, she came out of the bathroom wearing another pair of pants, and sat down next to me on the sofa. "Are you pissed off?", I asked her, to which she replied "Nope, chill Baby, just feeling kind of ashamed....". I told her that it was okay and that there was no need to feel ashamed as such things happen to everyone.. She blew my WORLD when she replied that she was not ashamed because of what she did, but because of how turned on she felt when she knew I was watching. That moment was undoubtedly the happiest moment of my life as she turned to me, crossed one leg over my lap, and kissed me passionately. As we stumbled to the bedroom, drunk with arousal, I asked "How come you're pants are different?" "Oh these,", she gasped, while rubbing my crotch and singlehandedly removing her aqua green chinos, "Didn't really make it.." Too turned on to ask anymore questions, I led her into my room where we had the best sex of my life. She has long since been not just okay with, but pleased by my thing for omorashi. She has told me countless incidents of desperation that happened in her past, many involving her hostel bunk mates :P. I will be happy to share these if requested. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ The main reason that I told this story however is so that other Indians could recount their experiences and sightings. I know for a fact that numerous women become extremely desperate in public and quite a few even wet themselves. I know that there are other Indian users on Omorashi.org and I request them to please share their experiences. Thank you :)