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Best desperation sightings you've ever seen, or just that you've seen recently. Bonus points if you heard them say how badly they need to pee Love these types of threads so thought i should make one

Share videos/pictures of people just making it to the toilet, or those who couldn't make it - but for poop! You can post any gender here, just make sure to note what what gender(s) are involved in the video you share - we're open to any sexual orientation, so please keep that in mind! I'll update tags as more gets added. Since this thread involves poop, please include sufficient warnings and spoiler appropriately if your post includes visible poop! Some people only get turned on by the messing or just hearing it. Anyway, I found this great video (female, just-made-it, no poop shown). A woman (who we don't get to see) rushes to enter her home, latchkey likely furthering her desperation. As she enters, she drops the keys and rushes to her toilet, where we can hear a rush of poop hitting the toilet's water. Her moans of relief are incredibly hot. just_made_it_poop_woman.mp4

Ghosts Don't Pee Gretel was a ghost who was horrible at her job, which was haunting houses, scaring people, and staying unnoticed by humans. She managed to fail at her job so often, that she was banished from "The Land of Ghosts", and lost some ghostly abilities; invisibility, phasing through walls, and night vision. She miserably trudged away from the other ghosts, towards the town. One night, she decided to try and scare a teen named Alan. However, Alan was no where near scared when Gretel appeared, and ended up befriending her. In fact, the first time they met went something like this: Gretel slowly flew into Alan's room while he was sleeping, but carelessly knocked into a bookshelf, which toppled onto her, trapping her and making a loud noise that Alan clearly heard. "What the hell?" Alan woke up and lifted up the bookshelf, seeing Gretel, unconscious on the floor. Gretel then quickly got up and jumped at Alan attempting a jump scare. However, immediately after her quick movement, her arms were aching horribly due to her "bookshelf injuries" and she winced at the pain, failing the jump scare. Alan just stood there and looked at Gretel, clutching her arms in agony. " Ahem, do you need help, and why are you in my house? Wait, no, why are you even in my room?" "I-I'm Gretel, I'm a banished ghost, and I would appreciate medical attention." "I'm Alan, and please explain what you are before I even try and help you." Alan saw Gretel's semi-transparent body and clothes, confused at all that has happened. After a long explanation of Gretel's backstory to Alan "So, because you suck at being a ghost, you're now somewhat human, apart from your ability to fly and be somewhat transparent" "Yes, that's about it." Gretel lay on the couch, quickly recovering from her injuries (part of her half-ghost abilities) The next morning Alan woke up the next day on his bed, quickly changed, and walked downstairs to Gretel, who was strangely shuffling on the couch. "Gretel? You okay?" "Huh? Yeah, yeah, totally fine!" Gretel was surprised to see Alan sitting in the chair next to her, but she was not fine. She forgot to empty her bladder for a few hours, and now the pressure was really getting to her. "You don't seem fine. Do you, you know? Need the bathroom?" "What? No! Are you crazy? Ghosts don't pee!" Gretel stopped shuffling "Well, you're a half-ghost, so just know what you're doing. I'm going to buy some smoothies and ice cream, today is apparently really hot. Do you want to tag along?" "Hm... Sure!" Gretel thought it would be a great opportunity to use the bathroom without Alan knowing. Unfortunately, the ride was 10 minutes long, and Gretel was trying her best to not make it obvious that she really needed to use the bathroom. Once Alan left the car to order smoothies and buy ice cream, Gretel scanned the area for bathrooms but couldn't find one, until she saw a portable toilet at a construction site. But just as she was about to rush for the portable toilet, Alan returned and handed a smoothie to Gretel then drove off. Gretel hesitantly drank some of the smoothie, but the coldness of the smoothie pushed her bladder even more, she couldn't help but put her hands over her crotch, and started dancing in her seat. Soon enough, Alan noticed Gretel's pee dance. "So... you really need to pee?" Alan chuckled. "You don't have to rub it in my face... Pull over, right now!" "I can't, traffic jam." "WHAT?!?" Then, Gretel thought of something "Ugh, this is so embarrassing... Can I use your empty smoothie cup?" "Not the best way because I'm right next to you, but if you can hold for 2 more minutes, we can make it to my house." "Mm~mm... I really can't hold it much longer, but I'll try!" 2 Minutes Later "Open the dooor, Alan! I'll pee in 30 seconds!" Gretel hopped around, hands between her legs, dancing in front of the door. Gretel then burst into Alan's house and started to leak a bit, and made a beeline towards the bathroom. She quickly pulled down her skirt and panties, and sat on the toilet seat, releasing all of her pee into the toilet, after holding it in for several hours. It felt extremely relieving and Gretel started to moan, but quickly stopped when she realized something horrible... she forgot to close the door. "That means..." Gretel thought, "Alan heard it all!" Gretel was completely red at the thought of Alan hearing her on the toilet, and quickly wrapped up. She walked out the bathroom, cold, and embarrassed, but Alan wasn't there. He was actually upstairs the whole time. "Alan? Did you hear me?" "No, why?" "I accidentally left the door open, and I thought you could hear me." "Well, I didn't. I have a question for you though." "Yeah?" "Do ghosts pee now?" "No, but half-ghosts do." THE END

View File EE-611 Desperate schoolgirls make a dash for the bathroom and just barely make it in time. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 08/01/2022 Category JAV Collections  

Hi Everyone, So it's been awhile since I’ve written everything, mainly due to work, university, and just generally moving around a fair bit. Some of you may remember my long standing story (University Accidents) which gradually came to an end due to the sheer amount of effort that was needed to finish it all off - I just ran out of steam. Anyways, I’ve got a free summer ahead of me, and I’ve had these new ideas in my drafts for ages...and I thought it was time to write them up and release. This is a 5-part story is about a girl called Lucy… Chapter 1 is a little short but they do get longer in due course, this is just a brief introduction. I hope everyone enjoys *** THE GYM (PART 1) The gym was my sanctuary! It was a place where I could plug my headphones in and zone out - or zone in, depending on how you looked at it. My third, and final year of university had been tough going and extremely intense but luckily, somewhat thankfully, I had Thursdays and Fridays off; these were my gym days. It was mid-February and today was an especially cold Friday afternoon, I was glad to get out of the icy air and into the university gym complex - the large three story building had a swimming pool, a climbing wall, and courts of any racket sport thinkable. I headed quickly down the stairs to the changing rooms, dropping my bag, keys and wallet off before bounding back up, through the double-doors and into the gym. I’d been listening to the FT’s daily news briefing on my way, walking in, but it had just finished, now exposing me to the chatter of the relatively busy gym, and clanging of weights. I pulled out my phone, scanning my Spotify playlists before deciding on my running playlist - the music kicking in, blasting away in my ears. The gym was on two levels, the main area, with all the free weights and machines in, and the veranda, which had some mats and most of the cardio equipment - treadmills, bikes, cross trainers, and rowing machines. There was a row of ten treadmills at the back of the veranda; only one being occupied - nearest the wall. Of course, I had my own favourite, the fourth from the end, which I quickly stepped on, to make sure no one stole it. Next to the treadmills were the gym mats; ten or so in total, my eyes noticing nearly all were currently occupied. Dropping my water bottle, and phone off into the holder, I stepped back away from the treadmill. I moved across to one of the free mats, slowly stretching my legs, mainly my skinny calves - those were always my tightest muscles. My routine had now made sure my Friday gym session was a run; back in the day I would’ve called myself a runner - running five times a week, but now I only ran two times a week, if that, so couldn’t make the argument in my head. After a quick stretch, scanning my eyes round the gym, I jumped back on treadmill and checked the session on my phone - 1 minute at 4:30perKM, and then 1 minute at 3:30perKM for 20 minuets in total. I wasn’t going to lie, it was a tough session, especially on a treadmill, but it kept me around a 20 minute 5K - that’s how I basically measured my fitness. Despite feeling like I was running in a big yellow box thanks to the paint on the walls, the first 15 minutes of the session flew by, the music in my ears carrying me along; keeping me concentrated as my long athletic legs bounded one step in front of the other. It was as I increased the speed from 4:30 to 3:30, I could feel my stomach, and legs starting to ache a bit. You know, ever since I’d started running as a little kid, the last stretch of any race, or training session for that matter, had aways been the hardest part - I guess that was the whole point, to test your mental fortitude. The way I dealt with the pain was by focusing my mind and by picking out a point and not moving my head; and whilst on the treadmill, that was a small tree out in the car park, which the view from the veranda overlooked. The time slowly trickled by, minute 16, minute 17, minute 18, more pain distilling through my body. It was as I entered the final push for the last minute, increasing the speed once again, I was distracted by the jangling of keys. I turned my head slightly to see a girl dropping her personals in the treadmill next to me. ‘Fuck sake’, I hated being distracted, it made the last push almost unbearable; 10 seconds, 9 seconds, 8 seconds, 7 seconds…you get the idea - I completed the session. As I finished, slowing the speed of the treadmill down whilst putting my hands behind my head to recover, I turned my body again. I wasn’t one to stare in the gym at all, as I said before, it’s my sanctuary, but there was something about the way this girls hair flowed as she jogged, her little black shorts and crop top sticking to her skin; her pink running shoes delicately pushing off the treadmill belt. I stopped myself from staring any further and swung myself round and off the treadmill, water bottle in hand. I quickly wiped myself down with the paper towels provided by the gym before stretching my legs out - my sweat soaking into one of mats, disgusting. On finishing my stretches, I walked off, towards the stairs, turning just to catch one more glimpse of the brown haired girl, admiring her toned hamstrings in the distance - I was sort of jealous to be completely honest. Back alone downstairs, playlist pumping in my ears, I headed towards the small plyometrics room, located to the side of the main gym area. Thankfully, it was empty, it never seemed to get much use, but I loved that about the room, the tranquility. I always did leg lunges and calf raises after a session, assisted by the TRX bands - it just got my legs burning enough to feel like I’d done a ‘leg day'. Additionally, they were tricky, form was extremely important, and if you ever started wobbling, the key was not to fall over otherwise you’d twist your knee - yes, I’m talking from experience. After a quick chill-out period where I caught my breath and scrolled through twitter on my phone, I got into the crux of the session. Ten or so minutes later, I felt a presence behind me. “Excuse me?” The voice grew louder. “…excuse me?” I turned my head, which had been facing the yellow wall in a concentrated manner, scrambling to find my phone to turn the music down in my ears. To my complete surprise, the girl from the treadmill stood right in front of me, sweat slowly dripping down the side of her face. “Sorry…” She said politely, a hand resting on her hip, “How many sets you got left?” “Two…” I replied, coughing to clear my throat while forcing a smile, “You wanna jump in?” (Jumping in was where you did a set, and then let someone else do a set, while you took a rest, before jumping back in to another set, etc etc…) My mouth had suddenly gone dry despite the large volume of water I’d drank during my gym session - I was nervous. I felt my hands start to sweat as well; I never reacted well to people catching me off-guard, and especially not in the gym. As I stood, the TRX band still in hand, what a coincidence I thought to myself, they had two, even three pieces of every bit of gym equipment, except this (only one) - and she wanted to use it. “Sure.” She said, moving to the side as I finished off my final lunge from that set. “I’m Alex.” I said, taking one of my AirPods out and moving my eyes a little to stare at her toned figure - her abs arguably better than mine. “Lucy….” She said smiling, taking a hold of the TRX band and sliding her foot through. She did a set of 12 jumping lunges - yes, they’re harder than just single lunges, making me feel somewhat inadequate. I didn’t watch every single one but it was difficult not to look as she lunged before swinging her body forwards and driving her leg into the air, it was extremely impressive, and her form was great. I suspected that she also watched me do my sets, catching glances of my toned quads as I bent my knee before thrusting back up - despite sheepishly trying to act like she wasn’t. After finishing my last rep of my last set, I stood up, collecting my things before turning to her. “See you around…” “See you later…” she replied, flashing me a smile while moving her hair passed her ear. There was something I couldn’t quite put my finger on, she was attractive, don’t get me wrong, her body was incredible, but her face wasn’t striking (I hated myself for always overthinking everything) - I think ‘sneaky fit’ was the commonly used term to describe a girl like her. To get one last glance, I quickly turned my head around, and as I did our eyes met - it was a moment for sure, and the hairs on my skin stood up. As I walked out the gym doors, I thought I’d probably never see her again - somewhat hoping that wouldn’t be the case.

View File Car Desperation vids A desperate woman in the backseat of a car has to resort to pissing into a plastic bag or some sort of container before it is too late. Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 07/25/2022 Category JAV Collections