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  1. this is a video I saw back when i was a baby omo enjoyer, when I didn't even know what omo was or that it was something I was into!! I figured some people would enjoy this little part of my personal history ❤️ here you go! Job Interview and Office Pee - Pornhub.com
  2. Ahoy! It's been a very long time since I've sat down and written anything of length like this, but I thought it might be fun to try writing out one of the ideas I had for future Shizuku comic chapters. It will still likely be some time before our artist for the comics are free to work on them again, so I thought I may as well get some of the ideas I had properly fleshed out in the meantime! This story features the very same Shizuku and Rika found in our first comic here, Even though it's been quite a while since I've written anything and I am still very rusty I hope others are able to enjoy reading it! “Gotta pee, gotta pee..” In the still of night, a blue-haired dog girl by the name of Shizuku murmured this to herself as she shuffled through the dark hallway corridor. Her pajamas, pink and adorned with various playful bone and paw print patterns, clung tight to her figure in the dim glow cast by the hallways nearby nightlight. “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee..!” she muttered under her breath again, her chants accompanied by a palm clasped firmly against the crotch of her pajamas. As she approached the bathroom door, the urge only intensified for the desperate dog girl. The sight of relief being so close teased her. Her body protested impatiently as it demanded relief, and it was going to get it soon, one way or another. Emphasizing this point, a pang of desperation hit the girl right as she approached the door. Shizuku quickly cast a glance down, verifying her pajamas were still dry and spot free. Her grip tightened still, pressing against the cotton fabric of her pajamas, her fingers digging in deeper as she once again defied her body’s demands. Just a little longer, she thought. Reaching out for the door, her free hand grasped the handle with urgency. But as she turned, the door inched forward unexpectedly, the bright glow of the bathroom light soon after shining through as the door creaked open on its own. Her roommate, Rika, must have forgotten to turn the light off, she thought. No big deal. Pushing forward without a moment’s hesitation, Shizuku barged into the bathroom, instinctively bolting towards the porcelain throne in the restroom's corner as soon as she did. However, much to her dismay, a very flustered red-haired girl had already occupied that throne. Her roommate, Rika, to be more precise. Looking over at the entryway, Rika’s cheeks grew almost as red as her twin-tails, so startled by the sudden intrusion that she couldn’t utter a word. Instead, she remained there, hovering over the toilet, her butt just inches from the seat. She was clearly still in the process of pulling her pajama bottoms down for a potty break herself before being so rudely interrupted. “S-Shizu, don’t you know how to knock?!” she finally stammered out. “Don’t you know how to close a door?! A-anyways, move! I really gotta pee!” the dog girl rebutted, moving in closer. Taken aback by her friends’ continued intrusion, Rika fell backwards, her butt finally planting onto the cool porcelain seat as a very desperate dog girl waddled her way in. “Wait your turn, I have to pee too! And do it outside, I don’t need an audience, jeez!” But Shizuku refused to budge. Her feet danced up and down on the cool tile floor as both her palms clasped against her crotch, her fingers digging deep in a desperate attempt to stave off the inevitable for just a little while longer. “I can’t! I’m really about to pee myself here! I’ll be quick, so just get up and let me go first, please!” she whined, glancing down at her friend with pleading, puppy dog eyes. “C-Come on, you’re not the only one who needs to pee, you know! I won’t be long, so just wait there a minute, okay?” Rika responded, seemingly not grasping the severity of Shizuku’s plight. Though, as the small wet spot on the twin-tailed girls’ underwear showed, Shizuku was doubtlessly not the only one waking up to an emergency. Her refusal was not just out of impatience, but worrying that she herself could not last a second longer. Not to mention, the cold presence around her butt had already dialed her desperation into overdrive. If she got up now, she would surely soak herself soon after. This wasn’t the first time the two had seen each other peeing anyway, and she didn’t have the heart to demand she go back outside and wait, given her current state. So, resigning herself, Rika leaned back and finally let her body relax. Almost immediately, a loud, gushing torrent sprayed forth from Rika into the toilet bowl below, splattering against the porcelain within with an incredible intensity. Her face melted into one of pure bliss, all the pent up pressure quickly fading away, a sigh of profound relief echoing out into the bathroom as the contents of her bladder filled the toilet bowl below. The sound of water splashing was a melody to her ears, grateful to make it with only a small leak this time. She had experienced too many close calls lately, some of which ending much wetter than others, and the thought of not quite making it and facing another late-night laundry run to avoid an embarrassing confrontation with her roommate the morning after was something she dreaded. So enveloped in relief was she that Rika had, momentarily, completely forgotten about her desperate companion in front of her. Shizuku’s face contorted with a look of intense desperation as she looked down, her feet rapidly tapping the tile below as her palms clenched in as tight as they could, strained with the burden of holding back the massive floodgate that was beginning to show its cracks. It was all too much. Much too much. The sight was pure torture for the poor pup’s overly strained bladder. As her friend’s stream continued pouring into the toilet bowl below, splattering and echoing against the bathroom walls. Shizuku’s bladder had finally had enough. It refused to be left out. Shhpurrt! Suddenly, Shizuku’s feet were no longer tapping against the floor. Her body went stiff. Her cheeks flushed red as she felt the first sign of an imminent catastrophe. The initial spurt was so loud, so intense, that Rika could almost hear it through her own deafening stream. Shizuku felt it immediately, instantly soaking through her underwear, seeping through the fabric of her pajamas, and trickling through her fingers as a few golden drops fell down to the floor below. Sensing her friend’s impending crisis, Rika hovered just above the toilet bowl, urgently trying to halt her own business so she could hop aside and allow Shizuku to take her turn She tried her best to stop peeing, but her attempts were futile. All she could manage was to hover there, feeling increasingly awkward as her stream continued to splash into the bowl. Shhpprrt.. ssshhh.. Another spurt from Shizuku, this time longer and more sporadic. As the trickles mingled with her previous release, the spurts created a growing wet spot on the front of her pajamas, spreading and becoming more and more pronounced by the second. The fabric darkened and clung to her as it eagerly soaked up the warm liquids. Shhhhhsss... Each involuntary release after sent a shiver down the overwhelmed dog girl’s spine. She knew it was futile; there was no stopping it at this point. Her body was screaming for relief. Her palms soaked and dripping with pee, while the wet spot on her pajamas kept spreading, creeping further down her thighs with each passing second. Overwhelmed, tired, and frustrated, Shizuku couldn’t take it anymore. Without considering the consequences, she did the one thing that would seal her fate. Her fingers, once desperately trying to plug a hole that was cracking around her, pulled back. Her palms gently relaxed, and without another moment’s hesitation, the dam broke. Pffffssshhhhhhhhhhh! The trickle she had just barely been holding back immediately erupted into a torrent. A violent hiss echoed throughout the bathroom as her bladder unleashed its pent up contents with a vengeance. A waterfall of urine instantly saturated the front of her pajamas, which were already visibly damp from her previous leaks. The fabric glistened under the intense bathroom lights, the poor cotton fabric unable to keep up with the relentless deluge forced upon it. Surrendering herself completely, Shizuku’s face similarly melted in relief, though her own relief was accommodated with much redder cheeks. It was only a matter of seconds before the wet spot had spread down her thighs, completely soaking the front of her cotton pajamas to her knees. Whatever the pajamas couldn’t soak up in time, Shizuku felt ebbing down her thighs, wicking around before splattering out from the openings at the back of her leg holes, pooling around her ankles thereafter. Rika, meanwhile, could only helplessly fall back onto the toilet. Her mouth was open wide, watching in disbelief as her companion surrendered to her urges. Her eyes remained transfixed on the spreading wet spot as her own stream finally tapered down to a trickle, leaving only the deafening sound of Shizuku’s helpless accident filling the air. As the wet spot trailed down Shizuku’s legs, soaking her pajamas completely, the cotton fabric clung tightly to her skin. The once white bone patterns adorning the pink fabric turned a vibrant, deeply saturated yellow as the waterfall continued to pour down her legs, matching the hue of the quickly spreading puddle at the dog girl’s feet. Snapping to her senses, Rika swiftly stood up, hastily yanking her pajamas back around her waist before stepping aside and ushering Shizuku forward. Still dizzy from relief, Shizuku simply plopped her butt upon the toilet bowl, pajamas still fully clad around her waist while peeing at full force. Within moments, the warm wetness that she felt pouring down her legs was quickly replaced by the feeling of her butt becoming absolutely drenched. No point in pulling them down now, she thought. She had already resigned herself to this fate, anyway. Leaning back, Shizuku let out a sigh of relief, feeling the warmth of her pee puddling up against her butt as it seeped through her pajamas, trickling down into the toilet bowl below. Meanwhile, the remnants of her earlier stream continued to trickle down her legs, forming another small puddle at the base of the toilet. After what felt like several minutes, Shizuku’s stream finally died down, the last of the trickles splattering into the bowl below as the soaked dog girl gave one last sigh, this one a sigh of pure exhaustion. She can’t remember the last time she had to pee this badly. She can’t remember the last time peeing felt this _good_. She should have felt utterly humiliated. Despite how much she managed to get into the toilet, the soaked state of her pajamas and the puddles marking where she had stood moments before left no room for denial. She had just helplessly wet her pants like a little pup. Again. And in front of her newfound friend and roommate, no less. But she didn’t feel humiliated. She felt.. excited? Looking up at Rika, all she could do was smile awkwardly as her tail wagged subconsciously, a tinge of thrill coursing through her as she waited to see Rika’s reaction. Rika, meanwhile, felt a similar tinge of excitement coursing through her. Though she hadn’t intended to make Shizuku wet herself, she couldn’t deny the sight of helplessness and vulnerability sparked something primal within her as well. As Shizuku’s tail wagged in anticipation, Rika couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection and longing for her. Without a word, she stepped forward, placing her palm on the dog girl’s head, and ruffling her hair gently as she let out a sigh. “And here I was thinking I avoided having to do a laundry run tonight..” she playfully murmured, giving Shizuku a warm smile before stepping back and offering the dog girl a hand. “Now.. if you’re done peeing, what do you say we get you cleaned up?”
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    (CRASH FIXED) By the same developer as Ghost Castle Gunsweeper, Bounty Hunter 3 and School Girl Courage Test (all featuring peeing), this is a game about hunting down ghosts with guns, spells and a weak scientist trying to kick or punch the bad guys. It's a well animated game that has significantly more effort in its general gameplay and pee-related scenes than so many others with peeing/urination/wetting tags slapped on that I have tested out from various places. For sexual content and warnings, all women depicted are over 18 and believably so, there is optional scat (see gameplay), there are depictions of sexual assault if the protagonists are defeated or choose to surrender, there are also crafting mechanics heavily dependent on semen extraction from the male character and enemies. Zombies and ghosts I have seen thus far are not gory or especially horrific. The scientist is a 40 year old perverted man who makes frequent unwelcome advances on the women. To support the developer (T-ENTA-P), please see: https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/circle/profile/=/maker_id/RG01474.html Gameplay: Standard turn-based combat against ghosts and zombies. 2D CGs are animated in all scenes, including standing picture. The scientist collects semen and more normal ingredients to use scientific alchemy and make recovery items, enchanted bullets and other things. Because of a scientific drink used in the intro, all drinks are diuretics and all food are laxatives for the girls Pee or scat depends on food/drink intake and thus can be changed accordingly if for example poop is to be avoided. Characters and their wetting/toilet scenes are fully altered by current state of clothing. Clothing is limited initially, but states of undress are fully customisable and more clothing is unlocked later on. Wet clothes are visible after wetting scenes permanently until new clothing is obtained, even tracking individually wet or dry clothes! Recollection room allows replay of watched scenes. Although there is no bar or numerical representation shown to the player, the women taking food/drink gradually need to use the toilet even more until an eventual accident. Please note that desperation does not seem to increase during battle, possibly including item usage. Formation changes standing picture with 1st position determining shown character. Each character has different mannerisms and is animated differently in all scenes, including on the main map. Please note: Aki's 5-shot skill seems to cause a crash on older version.
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  4. It was a normal summer day and Helena was working her morning job as a waitress in a coffee shop before heading to her university. Since the weather was so hot Helena was dressed very lightly, with a sleveless white crop top and a pair of very tight, grey, knee-length leggings. She was also wearing a pair of black panties which were way too small for her ass and due to the tightness of the leggings panty lines were visible as well as her panties squeezing her ass cheeks subtly. Helena had a great body with her best features being her thick thighs, big and voluptuous ass and her thigh gap and as such all the men couldn't take their eyes off her. In fact the reason most people were attending the coffee shop was just to admire her ass. Helena was aware of the fact that people constantly stared at her ass and she was pretty annoyed but the weather was hot so she kinda had to wear really light clothing. However the thing bugging her most right now was her growing urge to go to the bathroom. Helena has been working since 8 am at the coffee shop and right now it was around 10. Up to that point she had drunk a whole lot of coffee to keep her awake and a lot of water due to the hotness of the weather. But due to her being busy with taking orders and serving the customers she didn't have a chance to take a much needed pee break. She still wasn't at the point were her urge was unbearable but she would occasionally cross her legs, bend forward while putting her hands on her lower abdomen and sigh under her breath due to the pressure she was feeling on her bladder. What made things worse was the fact that the sounds of coffee and water being poured into cups was agitating her bladder as it was subconsciously reminding her about her desperation. However her shift was coming to an end, due to her having to go to her university, and she thought to herself that she could finally use the restroom. Once her shift ended she immediately headed to the coffee shop's restrooms with a somewhat hurried pace while clenching her hand into a fist and placing it firmly on her lower abdomen. However the bathrooms were closed with an "out of order" sign stuck on the bathroom's door. Helena asked her boss about this while subtly fidgeting in place and the boss told her that the bathrooms' plumbing system was run down but the plumber he contacted still hadn't shown up. Upon hearing that Helena started panicking since the only other bathrooms she could use were the ones at her university, which were very dirty and most of the times locked and the bathroom at her house but the earliest time she could arrive at her house was 14:00. Helena should get on the bus to go to her university any minute but the thought of her not being able to use any restrooms until 14:00 was making her anxious about her losing control and peeing herself. As she had no other choice Helena headed to the bus stop with the hope that she would be able to find an available restroom at her university. The bus arrived shortly after packed with other students also heading to the university and she boarded it filled with worry on her mind and a lot of piss on her bladder. Since the bus was packed there were no available seats so Helena naturally spent the entire ride standing up with people constantly staring at her ass but this was the least of her worries as her urge to go was becoming bigger and bigger and her more and more desperate. They arrived at the university at 10:30 and Helena got out of the bus and started heading to the main building with her hands subtly placed on her bladder while half-running, half-walking as she was in a hurry to relieve herself. Helena started going up the stairs with each step making her situation worse while everyone stared at her ass jiggling up and down and her panties being visible through her leggings. Eventually she reached the bathrooms of the first floor which were right besides the auditorium her classes took place. However, like always the bathrooms were locked but she kept on trying to open it as if after a while they would magically open and she would finally be able to empty her bursting bladder, but that never happened. Frustrated at the locked bathrooms Helena decided that she would check on the bathrooms of the other floors during the break as she was late for her class. She entered the auditorium and sat next to her friend at the back. The moment she sat down she crossed her legs tightly, placed her hands on her lower abdomen and leaned forward while sighing and moaning in desperation due to the familiarity she felt while with her friend. Her friend, watching Helena squirm and fidget frantically in her seat, asked her what's up and Helena responded by saying that she had to pee really bad but she couldn't find a bathroom. Her friend, instead of showing sympathy she pulled out her half empty water bottle and started shaking it around making splashing noises in order to tease her. Helena did not appreciate the teasing as the sounds of water splashing were sending signals to her bladder that made it spasm uncontrollably making her incredibly uncomfortable. Not helping were her small panties and tight leggings squeezing her bladder making everything feel even worse. Helena could already feel her bladder bulging outward due to all the built-up pressure and she kept constantly squirming in her seat while sighing and moaning due to all those liquids sloshing inside her bladder making time pass agonizingly slow. When the classes were over Helena immediately stormed out of the auditorium and headed to the second floor bathrooms. It was now 13:30 and those 3 hours Helena spend on the auditorium were absolutely torturous as she was stuck constantly fidgeting in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, moaning and sighing in desperation as her kidneys kept pumping more and more piss in her swollen and bursting bladder. As she was frantically making her way to the second floor all eyes were on her. A young woman clearly being in dire need to empty the contents of her bladder was a sight rarely seen. However everyone was ignoring that aspect and only focused on her voluptuous ass cheeks being squeezed by her panties which were visible through her very tight, grey leggings. Once she reached the second floor she spotted the bathroom from far away and to her surprise it wasn't actually locked, however there was a big line of women waiting to use it. Despite that inconvenience Helena was so relieved that she found a bathroom that for a split second her sphincter relaxed and let out a miniscule drop of piss onto her panties. Helena immediately pressed her hands on her crotch to avoid any further leaking and started heading for the line. As she was approaching it she heard someone calling out to her. She turned around and it was a guy from the same class as her named Mike. Mike greeted Helena and told her that if she wanted they could grab lunch together at a small restaurant nearby. Helena didn't really get along with men due to them always staring at her ass but she had a small crush on Mike ever since she saw him. On the one hand she was incredibly desperate to empty her bladder as she was bursting for a long time, but on the other she had an opportunity to get closer to her crush. After considering her options she decided to agree with Mike's proposal to eat as she would be able to use the restaurant's restroom and she doubted the line would be as long as the one at the university. The only problem was Helena not betraying her desperation through her uncontrollable squirming, fidgeting and the desperation in her voice and face. Mike and Helena headed to the restaurant while Helena was trying with all her willpower to not bend forward from the immense desperation she was feeling and hold her crotch. When they arrived at the restaurant they immediately sat down at a small table and the waiter gave them the menu in order for them to choose what they can eat. Helena had her legs tightly crossed and was subtly squirming in her seat waiting for the perfect opportunity to excuse herself to go to ask about the bathroom. When the waiter arrived to take their order they both told him what they wanted. After the waiter left Mike started talking with Helena about various stuff. Mike was the one doing most of the talking as Helena was afraid that if she spoke the desperation in her voice would betray the fact that she was absolutely bursting. Shortly after the food arrived and they both started eating. Mike immediately started pouring himseld a glass of water which didn't help Helena with her situation at all and her squirming just got more noticable. However it had been quite some time since she last had drunk water and she was very thirsty so she started drinking water as well which while it satisfied her thirst made her bladder spasm even more uncontrollably in protest. It was now almost 14:00 and Helena was dangerously close to peeing herself as the liquids sloshing inside of her bladder were gradually weakening her sphincter muscles and Helena was panicking out of her mind. Her fidgeting was uncontrollable as she was even subtly lifting her ass of her chair as she just couldn't stay still from all the desperation and had both of her hands placed firmly on her crotch while her face had an expression that could be read as: "I'm trying to remain calm but I'm dying to relieve myself from the massive amount of piss in my bulging bladder" Finally Helena found an opportunity to go ask about the bathrooms but unfortunately for her the bathrooms were only for the employees. Once Helena heard that her heart sunk. She was at her absolute limit but there was no bathroom in sight she could use. As she started believing that she might pee herself she noticed that Mike had finished with his food and that they could both leave and she could go back to the university to use the bathroom from the second floor. Mike paid for the food, they exchanged contact info and both went their separate ways. Helena was heading straight for the university while holding her crotch, bending forward, half-walking and half-running with each and every step being more painful than the last for her bladder. Her desperation and agony were so great that she even had to lean on walls or lampposts to regain her composure from all the pressure on her bladder. She eventually reached the university but once again luck wasn't on her side as the doors were closed. Helena started cursing herself under her breath due to how unlucky she's been and immediately started looking for a remote place to relieve herself. The surrounding area however was full with people making it all the more difficult. She was looking for some kind of bush or dark alley to pee behind. Everyone was looking at the young woman who was about to explode with piss looking for some privacy to take of her bodily needs. After a couple of seconds she spotted an alley completely devoid of people and headed there. The moment the shadow created by the alley enveloped her she started frantically pulling down her leggings and panties. She then crouched down, threw her head back, closed her eyes and started slowly opening her mouth ready for a massive moan of relief to come out but right before she started relaxing her sphincter she heard a dog's bark heading towards her. Upon hearing that a long spurt of piss shot out of her sphincter due to her being startled and she began immediately pulling up her leggings and panties and headed out of the alley as she noticed behind her that in that alley there were several stray dogs. At that point Helena's only option was taking the bus and using her home's bathroom. It would take around 30 minutes to arrive to her house and Helena wasn't sure if she would be able to hold out for much longer. But after a small drop of piss leaked into her panties again she decided that she'd rather suffer but be able to use the bathroom rather than piss her pants and embarrass herself after all the pain she went through. Fortunately for her the bus arrived immediately and she boarded it. As always the bus was full so she was forced to wait while standing for her destination. The pain she was feeling was absolutely agonizing as her bladder was very swollen from all the liquids she consumed over the day and she couldn't hide her desperation. She had both of her hands right between her thighs pressing against her sphincter, she was moaning and sighing uncontrollably as she couldn't take the desperation anymore and she was fidgeting all over the place. On the bus some people were feeling pity towards her as she was clearly suffering, others were uncomfortable due to all the moaning and sighing while others just didn't care. Every bump in the road caused the piss inside her bladder to slosh violently causing her more pain while the water she drank at lunch started slowly settling into her bladder making everything ten times worse. The worst thing out of all was that every couple of minutes she felt a tiny bit of piss leak into her panties and it even created a dark spot on the crotch area of her leggings. Helena was nearly tearing up from all the desperation and she started thinking to herself what did she do to deserve this suffering as more rivulets of hot piss were leaking onto her black, sexy panties. After 30 minutes went by which to her felt like an eternity she arrived at the bus stop that was the nearest to her house and immediately started heading towards it. Her bladder bulge was incredibly noticeable at that point but all she cared about was reaching her house without wetting herself. Once she reached her apartment she went into the elevator and pressed the button to reach her floor. When she arrived she crouched down to get the key under her apartment's mat but at that moment her bladder spasmed so hard that she let out a massive moan from the sheer desperation and pain she felt. She started frantically unlocking the door with one of her hands holding her crotch while she fidgeted uncontrollably in place. Once she entered her apartment she closed the door behind her, pulled her leggings down just below her ass and sprinted towards the bathroom while more rivulets were soaking her panties. When she went to open the bathroom the door was locked as Helena's sister was using it who lived with her. Helena was banging on the door begging for her sister to let her in as her bladder was about to explode. Since the toilet was so close to the door her sister opened it with Helena storming in while heading to the bathtub. She pulled down her soaked panties and leggings, turned around and started peeing her ass off. From between her legs erupted a massive stream of hot piss which she has been holding for the entire day and her overtaxed sphincter couldn't contain anymore. Meanwhile she let out an orgasmic moan as the relief she felt from finally emptying her bursting bladder was washing over her. The pure bliss she was feeling was staggering as she could feel her bulging bladder deflate after being emptied from all its contents with every muscle in her body completely relaxing. The stream kept going strong for over a minute straight after eventually slowing down to just a trickle. She ended up peeing for almost 2 minutes as she let out a final moan with relief all over her face, she remained in awe of the fact that she didn't wet herself in public from the massive amount of hot piss torturing her bladder for hours
  5. View File FF-658 FF-658 - Girls pissing from tickling! In terms of wetting there is one girl in part FF-658-01 one girl in part FF-658-04 two girls in part FF-658-05 one girl in part FF-658-06 All the other girls have their clothes slowly taken off while they are being tickled until they are naked. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 03/18/2024 Category JAV Collections  
  6. Jailor Eckman

    female She Gave Up

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    And this one comes with a story! ~ She had a problem. A big problem. She rocked wildly in her chair with both of her hands buried between her tightly-clenched thighs. Every motion she made caused the plastic seat to squeak against the metal frame, and this had clearly broadcast her predicament to all of her classmates. She'd given up on attempting to listen to the lecture --- instead, her attention was solely fixed upon an increasingly arduous task: not peeing. Were she back at Nitefield, she could have resolved this entire situation with ease --- provided the ladies’ rooms were functional at the time. She'd have just had to leave the class for a moment. Permission wasn't necessary; college-age adults were allowed to come and go as they pleased, though their grades might reflect this depending on the instructor. And, indeed, here was no different. The nearest bathroom, in fact, was right across the hall --- something she was relentlessly reminded of by the occasional flushing of a toilet. Yet she remained seated. At some point, the instructor had started his lesson. She hadn't been paying enough attention to know when. But his start was a good sign. At least time was passing --- albeit very slowly. This reassurance did very little to soothe her agony, though. The guys around her shot glances her way --- sometimes with grins. They were very aware of her problem. And to them, it was a very self-inflicted one. "Quit being so dramatic about this. Quit torturing yourself," she could almost hear them say. Oh how tempting was the thought of finally relenting... But she would continue to hold her water. No matter how badly she needed to relieve herself. She crossed one thigh over the other, though it did nothing to ease her suffering. Nitefield had, in its boundless wisdom, made a very small error. Her major required her to spend two semesters outside of the states as an exchange student. She was happy to do this --- this was an academic excuse to explore some other country, and this aligned precisely with her interest in travel. All was good --- except for that very tiny mistake on the part of her "home" university... Nitefield had sent her to an all male school. And she hadn't even known about it until the faculty here were apologizing profusely upon her arrival. For two whole semesters, she would be surrounded by men. Ok. That would be... interesting. And at least she got a private dorm room and her own bathroom for the trouble. Sure, it might be a bit awkward, but she'd survive. Sweat rolled down her forehead and traced her cheek on its way to her chin. Tears rolled from her eyes. At least that little bit of water would not be crammed into the over-filled pressure-vessel in her lower abdomen. Fuck, did she need to pee. She usually didn't feel this way until the end of the day. But now, she still had two more classes to suffer through before she was free. Tough luck, she supposed... she still wasn't going to use the bathroom. The bathroom. Another flush. It was like cold water pouring down her spine. Hold it. The bathroom was her problem. Seeing that this was an all male school, none of the bathrooms were labeled according to sex. All of the bathrooms were freely available to all of the men --- and one woman, in this odd case... And her classmates had told her as much on numerous occasions: she could use any of the bathrooms, they didn't care... But she did. And the reality was that every single bathroom was functionally a men's room. No girls allowed — except within the one she'd been allowed to use privately next to her dorm. It was her one haven of privacy. And it was there that she could pee. No guy would be there to watch. It got hot between her legs for a moment. She couldn't tell if there had been a leak, and she was too dependent upon her balled-up position to check. Maybe it had been a trick of her mind. Or some weird sensation borne of her insidious desperation. Class was nearly over, and this was very clearly the worst she'd ever needed to pee. She'd gotten so good at holding it over the semester. Not even once had she "caved" and used one of the men's rooms. There were “close calls” — times where she could have sworn that a moment longer would have had her dribbling on the floor. And the guys all around her would mockingly torment her in some misguided attempt to convince her to “suck it up” and just go to the bathroom. Her knuckles whitened as she tugged at the beltline of her shorts. Room. She needed room. Room for her bladder to expand. As the instructor began the conclusion of his lesson, her feet tapped wildly on the floor, and she unbuttoned her shorts. Already. She normally hesitated to pop the button even at the end of the day — and she’d only resorted to it a couple times previously. Now staring down two more unrelenting classes, she was downright terrified that she’d already resorted to this incredibly desperate maneuver. Standing from her seat was indescribably torturous. Seated, she was in agony. Standing, she was in hell. Her bladder greedily devoured what little space she had provided it by undoing her shorts’ button. Yet unsatisfied, it rewarded her with another flash of heat between her legs. And this time, she was certain she had leaked. Not a lot… She would not allow it. But some. It had been entirely involuntary — accompanying some muscular reflex, it just trickled out. Her back remained arched and bent-forward at the hips as she delicately waddled from the classroom. Two more classes. Two long hours at the barest minimum. And she’d already begun to leak. Another flush roared out of the bathroom invitingly. So what if a few guys saw her? She could imagine it… Pushing open the door, ignoring all the dudes, planting herself on one of the toilets, and draining her misery in a thick golden cascade against porcelain. A heavy, hissing jet of urine that could last for over a minute… Ecstasy. Fantasy. She settled gingerly into her seat in the next class. Early as always. Her hands flew to her crotch. At this point, attending class was scarcely more than a formality — there was no question as to where her attention was focused. But no amount of fierceness behind her dire need to urinate would cause her to skip class attendance; she could hold it, after all. Dashing to her far-off toilet and walking in late — all in the name of comfort — was anathema to her very being. Hold it. Hold it. HOLD it. Again, the squeaking of her rocking and the greedy untying and re-tying of her legs into tight knots drew the eyes of all the men around her and — she could have sworn — even an eye-roll from the instructor. So be it. Let them all see how the one girl in the entire college could be the most dedicated person there!... At least, that was the delusion she could use to distract herself from recognizing the obvious “show” she was putting on for her classmates. It didn’t help that one of the hottest ones, in her mind, was seated to her left and getting an eyeful. Any of those social anxieties melted away as a particularly gruesome wave crashed against her strained exit. She held her breath, her face twisted in agony, and she squeezed her crotch hard between rock-solid thighs. A drop of sweat traced the valley of her spine down to the elastic band of her panties as she remained locked in her position. Her eyes blurred behind a veil of fresh tears. A wave with twice the fury of the first followed soon after. Forty-five minutes remained of this class. She clenched everything, from her teeth to muscles she didn’t know the name of. Her bladder commanded her to pee. And in a half-second of exhaustion, her body acquiesced — while her brain exploded with protests. HOLD it. A beam of water that felt like molten, liquid metal roared against the gusset of her panties for the entire duration. She felt it in her fingers — Vibration. Heat. Wetness. The latter she did not feel until after the beam had ceased… She dared not to imagine that this was her limit. No. With another entire class to follow this one, it couldn’t be. There must have been something she had allowed with that last leak; any other explanation would not allow her to persist. She didn’t need to pee. She wanted to pee. And she’d allowed her willpower to fail in the face of the severity of that want. That was all. The desire to deflate the watermelon in her abdomen was simply greater today… There was a very obvious reason for this: unlike all of the days before, she did not relieve herself after lunch. Yes, she might have “tempted fate” with a tall can of tea… But usually, she’d be able to contain it as well as another whole water bottle until the end of the day — albeit with extreme discomfort. And the two bottles of water she had finished during her first two classes usually made for an incredibly satisfying pee. Today, however, she’d been completely denied that satisfying pee. In fact, she had crushed her lunch’s can of tea and tossed it into the trash bag hanging off of the cleaning cart that blocked her bathroom’s door. The custodian inside was scrubbing away at the only toilet she could use. He must have heard the sound, because he had waved to her — entirely unaware of the hell he had consigned her to. Two bottles of water. One tall can of tea. At least two trips to the water fountain. All said and done, it couldn’t have been much over a couple of liters. Packed into one girl’s bladder for several hours, though, it might as well have been an ocean. Twenty-five more minutes of this class. The guys had returned their attention to the instructor as she continued the vicious, seated dance with which she hoped to woo Fate into giving her a more desirable outcome. Fate rejected her advances with another searing leak. Fifteen more minutes. The crotch of her pants was wet. It’d have been visible had the hands jammed between her thighs not covered up the failures of her endurance. Don’t pee, don’t pee, don’t pee, don’t pee… T-ten minutes. Nine. Squirt — for a full second. Eight. Seven. Dribble — for a second and a half. She could feel the dampness spreading under her butt. She was actively crying now — and the guys around her had taken notice. Six… It was… impossible. She hadn’t let any of it out. The piss had simply been forced out by the laws of physics. Her bladder, agonizingly stretched to its absolute maximum capacity — could contain nothing more. It felt as if every minute or two, her kidneys would send another sprinkle of fresh urine down to her tortured bladder — and the new would simply push out the old. Five more minutes. Her resolve was broken; after this class, she’d need to go back to her dorm room. She’d hang her purse behind her back to hopefully cover up the wet patch spreading from her crotch to the seat of her pants. Her hands would obscure the front. Four more minutes. Another half-second vibration of pee hissed heavily against the wet fabric of her panties and shorts. Three… Two… The instructor looked at his watch after answering a question from one of the other students. One… She was the first out of the room. She was sure that she’d left a tiny puddle on her chair, but that humiliation meant nothing in the face of instinct: she needed to pee. She needed to pee right now. In fact, she needed to pee a while ago — now, she was slowly peeing her pants. There was no time to make it back to her bathroom. She had to go here, or she’d be using her pants and the floor. She stepped into the bathroom at the end of the hall and ignored the three guys who were already inside. She’d already tugged her shorts and panties down by the time she was halfway across the room — her target was the last toilet at the end. The “stalls” in this hellscape didn’t have doors. Rather, they were separated by slim, doorless dividers. She threw herself onto that last toilet and her ass hadn’t even reached the seat before a roaring stream of piss exploded from between her legs. She buried her face in her damp hands and sobbed as the hot piss that had tormented her for hours thundered against the porcelain. She peed and peed, but did not even begin to feel the relief for the longest time. The guys had surrounded her, clearly drawn by the sound of the woman-turned-firehose. She did not hear what they said — perhaps it had been some kind of teasing. She simply continued to cry into her hands. Yes, a portion of these tears were dedicated to her all-consuming mortification; her still full-force gush had by now left her observers in silence. But, truthfully, she was crying mostly because of how good it felt.
  7. Version 1.0.2

    8,391 downloads

    It took a long time, but I've finally managed to accumulate all of the comics from the artist Koorimizu. His comics were the reason I became a scanlator in the first place, as I really wanted to know what they said. After a year and and a half of scanlating experience, I was finally able to do these comics justice. I hope you guys enjoy. I tried my best to edit them, but this is the best I can do At the moment with the skills I have. Sorry if it's not to your liking. Also, not all of these were scanlated by me. Shout out to @Geist @OmorashiFan59 and @Umbrellaz for doing some of his comics. Also, shout out to @d3str0yfor giving me the translation to the Inunoutsuwa hitonomizu comic. I Credited each of them to their respective comic. As Kohri makes new comics, I will update the file accordingly. If you can't download this file due to your rank not being High enough, or you not being an omo.org member, I have an album containing these comics right here:
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  8. You walk in on Sazanami from the kantai collection using the toilet and decide to stay and watch. She doesn't seem too amused by it.
  9. I am dying to find the complete video in this video a girl goes to a tram (or a train maybe) where her skirt gets stuck in the automatic door and she peed herself then she is followed by the sweeper in the train and he watches her while she was wiping her panties and wet skirt. I recently got the half version by the help to a generous man but I truly want the full video I will attack the half version please reply if anyone of you guys know where to find the full video . I tried everything but cant find the video please help 🥲 3785139.mp4.f50c7c5a3e58562544e8ebfb10b5cdc7.mp4
  10. Version 1.0.3

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    It's graduation season at this regular high school. A boy enters the girls' washroom, gets recorded in the act, and now he has been blackmailed into trying to record a certain number of girls excreting their waste. That blackmailed boy...is you. Stay hidden, sneak into the washroom, and get to recording! Of course, it's not just the excretion you're going to get to see... Find out the truth behind school rumors, discover the real relations between students and teachers... 17 characters including teachers and students + 2 hidden characters = 19 characters total See the unique ways each characters does their dirty business, and get a front row seat to masturbation, urination, farting, big turds, wet diarrhea, and more (10 varieties total) Has a heart-pounding atmosphere First person perspective during washroom segments Fully animated shitting scenes with particle effects Use a variety of tools and skills Unlock strange powers 75 base CG 600 CG total excluding pose art BOOTH DLsite pixiv Twitter I spend a long time to fix the translation errors! Please feel free to support me! Also, I opened a Discord Server for friends who love 2D excretion, please feel free to join and actively participate discussion inside, thank you so much (still no one inside sad)! https://discord.gg/KzAEwCJWSu
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  11. Version 1.0.0

    797 downloads

    Creator's site: https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ283349.html Synopsis (google translated): Fully voiced scat digital novel “Limited Defecation” 2nd edition!!This work is a [Windows only] digital novel (R-18).Please note that this story contains depictions of excretion (no feces or mosaics). ◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇ A girl with pigtails and glasses who is concerned about having more stool than others...During HR on the way home, I felt the urge to defecate for the first time in three days...However, thinking back on her past mistakes, she is unable to do anything ``big'' in the school bathroom... Even on the way home, the urge to defecate continues to increase relentlessly... Finally, she is at a loss and decides to defecate on the roadside...However, even that was interrupted by a boy passing by... She has no choice but to head to the park's toilet, which was her original destination... The boy from earlier follows me, taunting me, but I don't have time to deal with him... After much struggle, she finally made it to the park's toilet... However, there is a sign in her only private room that says ``Do Not Use''...That was the limit...I had no choice... ◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇ The story is recorded in full voice of about 2500 characters!Ashibu's depiction of a simple maiden being cornered.Aya Kuchiya plays the role with a lot of realism! ◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇ The UI has been changed from the previous version based on user requests.No text display → Text display (see sample image)With menu screen → No menu screenshortcut keys← Quick save→ Quick load↑ Full screenA Auto startS Skip startBACKSPACE Return to title◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇CV: Aya KuchiyaCharacter drawing: AshibuPlanning/Production/Scenario: Vinegar MisoyaScreen size: 640x960Production environment: windows10 64bit/Tyrano Builder v1.80bOperation confirmed: windows10 64bit/windows7 starter
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  12. Hello! This is going to be the first chapter of a series I'm writing, inspired by my love of punk rock, the rockism vs poptimism debate in music criticism, online stan culture, and how when I was in high school I used to fantasize about all my celebrity crushes being secret diaper fetishists. I call it "The Pop Star Princess and the Punks in Pampers", and it's about a fabulously wealthy pop star with a secret omorashi and ageplay fetish meeting, falling in love with, and dating all the members of a queer ABDL punk band. It's my first story, so the usual applies: constructive criticism only, don't like don't read, yadda yadda. Vanessa Sinclair is a composite of several real world pop stars from my high school years. In my first draft, I had used the name of a real pop singer (not telling who!), but it felt weird and invasive to write about a real-life woman who has already been the target of so much baseless speculation about her personal life, so I added details from the lives of other pop stars in order to make a more fleshed out character Hope you enjoy! --- The Popstar Princess and the Punks in Pampers. Vanessa Sinclair was at the top of her game. With her most recent album Late Night Show, she tied Michael Jackson and Katy Perry with five number ones off one album. And with that success came the usual pop star life routine: endless touring to sold out stadiums, constantly having to check if you got a bag of Haribo gummy bears in the dressing room, (part of a secret test to ensure the pyrotechnics rig was set up properly so that nobody could get set on fire), monotonous radio interviews, commercials in Japan, breaking up with your NBA player boyfriend because he couldn’t handle the fame and it meant that his team kept losing in blowout game after blowout game, invasive tabloid bullshit, obsessive stans who keep trying to read your every social media post to decode that you and Margot Robbie are secretly gay lovers… ..She had enough. Of everything. Of being a squeaky-clean pop star. Of never getting the critical respect that Taylor Swift or Gaga got. Of having to sing that insipid “My Last Boyfriend” song she wrote when she was 15 about some kid from high school who dumped her. Of having to hide her real self: the pants wetting weirdo that likes to cuddle stuffed animals and suck her thumb. She remembers when the tabloids started taking the pictures of her with her thumb in her mouth: she felt violated, like a sacred space was being intruded upon. It pissed off the record company to no end After that last show in Singapore, she went inside her hotel room shower and pissed in her silk panties. She loved the feeling of the warm wetness against the soft silk, soaking up the fabric in a squishy embrace. She had a bedwetting problem for years, and she grew to love the feeling of waking up in pissy Goodnites. When she moved to LA as a teen to be a pop star, she wanted to write a song about being a bedwetter…and the record company turned it down once they found out she was gonna sing about how much she liked being a bedwetter. They wanted it to be “inspirational”. They were no fun at all. Not like this: this was fun, wetting your panties like a naughty toddler. "Naughty Nessa..." she whispered to no one in particular. "If you act like a baby you should be treated like one..." All of her exes thought it was weird. That's the real reason why she was unlucky in love. Even the girls she dated were all boring and vanilla: she thought Hollywood was supposed to be full of weridos. What happened? --- On the plane ride home, her handlers were constantly asking her what her next plan was. “I think I’ve reached the point where I can afford to take a break…I need to clear my head. I want to travel across America, find myself.” “Like in Nomadland?” said her agent “Well, isn’t being a musician already kinda like that movie?” “Yeah, it is” said her stylist. “I’m gonna probably just go across America, visit local musicians, see the local scene. We can livestream it on my TikTok.” “Great idea, could make you look like a philanthropist…” “No, you don’t understand. I want to talk to musicians who aren’t like me. Who don’t have private jets. Who are lucky if they can afford more than one Econoline van.” “Ah, I get it, you want to speak to real people.” said her publicist. “Could some of them collaborate on your next album?” “Perhaps…” — Meanwhile. a dive bar in Portland, Oregon, a most unusual band was starting to play. They were a polycule, all trans and non-binary, who played loud and fast hardcore with a sweet, babyish edge. They were called the Daycare Dropouts: on lead vocals and guitar was Sally Skunkbutt, a transfemme autistic furry famous for wearing a skunk tail everywhere. On bass was Maxxie Meadowsweet, a big-hearted non-binary trans man who always had a smile on his face. On drums was Pip Squeak, a small but mighty trans woman with a mohawk and a penchant for pink. And on keyboards, backing vocals and "everything else" was Hannah Huggiez, a self-identified sissy baby who wore adorable babydoll dresses. And all of them wore proudly wore diapers. "We're the Daycare Dropouts. We make kinky music for people who never grew up. We piss and shit and diapers because it turns us on, and if you don't like it, fuck off and listen to Imagine Dragons. If you like it, good, because it's recess and we want to play!" The band launched into their first song, "Einstein Got An F". It was a blistering condemnation of the education system: "Newborn babies are smarter than you/That's why they take them and teach them to be cruel/We're saying fuck that, get in touch with your youth/If you like to shit your pants, say 'FUCK YOUR RULES!'" The whole crowd chanting along saying FUCK YOUR RULES. Some of them were dressed in diapers just like the members of the band, others were wearing regular clothes, but they were obviously about the be stained. As the band began to wet and mess in their diapers, so did the audience, leaving a trail of filth that made the place only slightly grimier than before. "Okay, this next song is about me" said Sally. "It's about how when I was a teeny-tiny closeted transling bedwetter going through middle school in bumfuck nowhere Idaho, surrounded by psychos and kids who grew to be Nazi terrorists, I had only one escape: Vanessa Sinclair!" The crowd giggled. "It's true. Vanessa saved my life." Pip Squeak spoke up. "People say she's manufactured. So were the Sex Pistols! Malcolm McLaren created them as an advertising campaign for Vivienne Westwood fashion." "This is gonna sound controversial, but I like her better than Taylor Swift. Everyone says Taylor's a better songwriter. Yes, but Vanessa just seems to be having more fun. We like fun" said Maxxie. "We only make music to have fun." Hannah spoke up next. "And like, why do people even give a shit anymore? BTS are just as manufactured and fake...their fans eat it up. Anyway, here's the song, it's called 'Thank You Miss Sinclair'" — “Hey there, bunnies! It's your gal Nessa coming at you with Nessa News.” “Bunnies” was what Vanessa called her fans. Her fans ate it up: they called themselves the Bunny Brigade and wore rabbit ears to her shows. “I’m a little frazzled after the Late Night Show tour, so sad news, I’ll be taking a year off before doing another album. But the good news is that I’m gonna travel around America, and see what great music these United States have to offer! You’re all gonna see it only on my TikTok, it’s called ‘Vanessa’s Van!’” “And for the first stop, as voted on by my fans: we’re going to PORTLAND. Oregon, not Maine.” Sally was watching the livestream on her phone. She was excited about the idea of Vanessa Sinclair, her childhood idol, the woman who gave her the strength to come out as trans and leave the Mormon Church, coming to her humble hometown. But she knew she probably wouldn't meet her, the weirdo punk in diapers. As much as she loved Nessa, she was still a pop star, and her record company probably didn't want her mingling with weirdos after the Thumb Sucking Incident (as the Bunny Brigade called it) And then, Sally noticed something nobody else did. When Nessa was bending over to get something, the waistband of a Pull-Up was visible behind her skirt. "Oh, Nessa, you never changed at all..."
  13. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    She looks ready to kiss you as her beseeching expression melts into elation upon hearing your response! But rather than her head leaning-in after handing you your package, her hands immediately shoot to the buckle of her belt as she dances madly in place and issues a blizzard of "thank you"s. Down the hall. Second door on the right. Unable to properly run, she mixes a skip and a stumble into some kind of waddle while she makes her way toward the promise of sweet relief. She passes the hall tree before her belt finally relents. Next comes the button. In fact, she's already tugging her black jeans down while still out in the hallway. And you could even see a sliver of her pink panties and a fair bit of her bare ass as she crosses the threshold into the bathroom. "No! No! No!" she says to herself. She hasn't bothered to close the door; hot jets of urine are already leaving her body and crashing to the floor. After a few squeaks from her shoes, there is a roaring thunder --- a heavy stream of piss is tearing into the water in the toilet bowl. There is no decrease to the intensity of her deluge even after she finally notices you standing at the door...
  14. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Welcome, adventurers, to the Tinkling Tankard --- the cleanest Inn on this side of the kingdom! We offer warm beds for the night, crystalline spirits to raise your spirit, and the most dedicated barmaidens! So come on in, take a seat, and let one of our beautiful ladies fill your mug again and again 'til your head's spinning! You'll never run dry here, because they'll top you off on your very last sip --- that's the Innkeeper's guarantee! (And that'll hold true no matter how badly they've gotta pee!) X3
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