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I just started a challenge of not pulling down my jeans until the end of the week (except messing), they are my favourite black jeans, that is why they have got well worn. I have been drinking quite a lot of water today in the anticipation what will it be like. Eventually I couldn't hold it and went into the bath, I just let a little leak and I continue my day. Let's see how the wet spots on the jeans will grow, I don't think they have time to become dry on me. It looks like it is going to be a tease VID_20221205_173604.3gp

I'm on my way home from a party, I've already leaked quite a bit... Not sure I'm gonna make it home with a stick full bladder... Let's see in which state I end up home First pic 0:14 Ups... Already leaked...

(Vivianne is wearing a light green, oversized hoodie. She has on shorts underneath it (can’t be seen) and fishnets with black boots) Seth had invited his friends Elliot, Reese, Vivianne, Lily, and Cameron to a party at his house. Little did two people in the group know that the others had a trick up their sleeves… Elliot and Vivianne had a crush on each other for a while now. Elliot had openly admitted it to Reese and Seth, while Lily managed to get it out of Vivianne. Vivianne was rather closed off and grumpy, but the others knew it was from insecurity. All of her jokes, no matter how harsh, she never meant, and they all knew that. Seth invited his friend group over, because he had a plan. They were all going to play Seven Minutes in Heaven, but he was going to put a little twist on it… leaving them in the closet for a few hours seemed good for some bonding. Everyone was having a good time at the group gathering, when Seth presented his idea of the game. The others (except for Vivianne and Elliot) were all in on it. Long story short, Elliot and Vivianne were now in a closet. Vivianne sighed. The seven minutes had been brutally awkward, seeing that neither of the two were doing any talking. Elliot was leaning against the wall, while Vivianne was checking a text on her phone. The seven minutes were up, but the door wouldn’t open. The two knew that it was locked from the outside, so they couldn’t get out until it was unlocked. After another minute of waiting, Vivianne slammed her fist on the door. ”Hey, Seth! Let us out dumbass! Seth!!” Vivianne shouted, but no reply came. It was like everyone had left… It suddenly hit her. This whole thing was a fucking set up, and now she would be trapped with her crush in a tight space for who knew how long. Elliot looked down at her, being the taller of the two. “Looks like we’ll be here a while…” He mumbled. Vivianne simply nodded, and tried to distract herself with her phone. She kept feeling small twinges in her bladder, but nothing too bad. Elliot was on his phone as well, and the two just were playing random games and doing who knows what for a while. Vivianne suddenly felt a random but extremely uncomfortable wave of desperation hit her, causing her hand to shake a bit. The 18 year old had a large, moderate strength bladder, but didn’t realize she had to go that much. Vivianne didn’t want to sacrifice her pride, so she said nothing about her need, hoping that the closet would open soon. There were a couple water bottles in the closet, and Vivianne was getting thirsty. She debated drinking some water, but then mentally scolded herself. She would be fine, it’s only a bit of discomfort. She drank some water despite her filling bladder, and went back to playing on her phone. Elliot was looking around the closet a bit, and wasn’t sure whether to make conversation with her or leave it. Another thirty minutes passed, and Vivianne was incredibly uncomfortable. Her bladder was heavy, and not moving or grabbing her crotch was making it very, very hard to hold in. A horrible wave of desperation suddenly hit her again, and this time Vivianne dropped her phone and grabbed her crotch, her face flushed from embarrassment as she squirmed. Elliot looked up, and the surprise on his face turned into sympathy. ”Do you want me to tell Seth to let us out now?“ He asked. Vivianne shook her head. “No, it’ll just make us trapped in here longer, and I do not need the rest of the group knowing about this. S-So keep your mouth shut about it.” Elliot felt bad for his friend. She was clearly so embarrassed… he wanted to assure her that it was okay. ”Vivianne, you don’t have to be embarrassed, okay? I-I really like you, and even if I wasn’t like having a crush on you, I still wouldn’t judge at all.” Elliot said. Vivianne looked up at him, and then she smiled. A genuine, happy smile. “Yeah… I-I like you too. A lot.” Elliot smiled. Vivianne stood up straighter, still holding herself. He leaned on the wall next to her, and tried to distract her with a conversation. While he was talking, Vivianne was still distracted by her very urgent need to pee. She could feel the slight bulge of her bladder against her arms, and her cheeks were flushed from holding in so much pee. Elliot texted their friends, and then groaned at the reply he got. ”They went out to the store and left us here in a closet… they’re like twenty minutes away, and driving back now.” Elliot said, clearly frustrated. Vivianne felt her heart sink. She could barely move with leaking, she would never be able to hold it in for another twenty minutes… but she had to try. Her waistband from her fishnets was pressing into her bladder bulge, making it more uncomfortable to hold. Ten minutes later, another wave of desperation made a huge leak escape her overfilled bladder. Pulling back on the pee hurt enough, and it sent trickled down her legs. Vivianne was shaking as she tried to keep in the large amount of pee in her bladder. Her bladder was rock hard. Elliot looked like he felt so bad, but didn’t know how to help her. ”Vivianne if it’s really hurting you, you can just go. There no need to be in pain. The others wont care…” Elliot said. ”Elliot I’m fine..” You could tell that Vivianne was tearing up from her voice. Elliot turned her towards him and hugged her. “Vivianne, just relax and go. Please stop hurting yourself, holding this much in is not healthy for you.” a couple trickles of pee went down her legs, and then it all just came pouring out. It quickly wet the floor, and poor Vivianne was peeing for at least a minute. She cried softly as Elliot hugged her, she was totally embarrassed. ”it’s alright. I’ve got you. Nobody’s going to tease you about it…” Elliot hugged her tightly. The closet door suddenly opened, and their friends looked at the two in shock. Lily spoke up first. ”Vivianne we’re so sorry!” She ran over and hugged her friend, the others following after her. ”I’ll let you borrow one of my sisters sweatpants.” Seth said, rubbing her back. The rest of the night was a movie night, and nobody spoke of the incident after that. Vivianne felt like she could depend on her friends more, but she was never playing Seven Minutes in Heaven again. - Afterwards - “I mean, technically, my plan worked.” Seth said to Elliot over the phone. ”You locked us in a closet for at least an hour, and she peed herself.” Elliot replied. ”but you two are together. Because of me.” Seth insisted. Elliot sighed. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, dude.” (I’ll do more stories with this group later, also I reused a few names from my previous post)

Before I start I want to get a few things out of the way. First thing’s first - I plan to post one chapter a week. I’m terrible at keeping a schedule, so no promises. But that’s the aim. Plot is a big part of the story. There will be chapters without any omorashi. Masterbation does happen (maybe sex at a later point, I’m still writing) but the focus is on desperation. As mentioned, I’m still writing. Some things might change in later chapters. I also don’t have an editor, so expect mistakes, and for the writing “style” to randomly shift. If you have any feedback, or see a typo or mistake, feel free to let me know. I want to improve, so any help would be great! Note: I write in British English (though I don’t come from Britain) At the start of each chapter, I’ll add a character’s name. They are the “POV” character, and any inner monologue will be from them. That said, the story is written in third person. Note: When out of costume (it’s a superhero story) their civilian name will be used. Otherwise, they will go by their hero/villain name. ==================== Chapter One Music Music power-walked through the empty alleyway. He was almost home, and not a moment too soon. His bladder, heavy and full, shuddered with every step. Things were getting dire. Just two more blocks. Music told himself. Two more blocks and then I can finally get out of this costume and actually piss! This was a terrible line of thought! Music was forced to a halt as he doubled over, squeezing himself as he felt a spurt shooting through his dick, stopped only by his hand. His legs were shaking, knees knocking together as he shifted back and forth, unable to keep still. C’mon, just gimme five. More. Minutes. Music groaned, whimpering as he squeezed his eyes shut. His fingers, pinching the head of his dick, felt warm as a spurt jetted out. One eye opened, and then the other. The urge had lessened and Music was able to breathe. Carefully, he removed his hands. A sigh of relief. He was safe, for now. Boom! Music jolted, a second spurt dampening his boxers. Please, not now… He couldn’t deal with any more villainy; not in the state he was in. Another boom! With one last, longing glance toward home, Music turned back, heading toward the sound. “It’s all set up, boss.” Music could hear a minion’s voice as he neared the site. “All you gotta do is press this button and-” Whap! Music threw a punch at the stout man, knocking a remote from his hands. It slid across the alley, hitting a wall. Music bent down to get it. His bladder squeezed and he sucked in a breath, forcing himself upright. He could feel a bead of piss right at the tip of his dick. “Well well well, if it isn’t Music.” Mystify grinned. He twirled his wooden cane, slamming it down against cracked concrete. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “I have your remote, Mystify.” Music held up the contraption. “You’re done. And since I’m in such a good mood, I’ll let you off with a warning.” He didn’t have time. He could feel the damp material against his highly sensitised dick, teasing him to let out more. Another squirt was already building up, aching to escape his swollen bladder. “A warning, now?” Mystify smirked, both hands lightly gripping the ball of his cane. “Someone’s being exceedingly polite today.” “Yeah, well, I do what I can.” Music shrugged. Another spurt! He sucked in a hissing breath. If he didn’t finish this soon, he’d be in real trouble. He was already starting to leak; he’d be lucky if he even made it home. “Hey boss?” The minion whispered. “I think something’s up with Music.” “For goodness sake, Pandor.” Mystify rolled his eyes beneath his mask. “Not everyone has to piss every time you see them.” The minion, Pandor, went a deep shade of scarlet. “Sir.” Pandor hissed, shifting in embarrassment. “You’re not exactly subtle about your fetish, you know.” Mystify tapped a large bulge in Pandor’s pants. The minion let out a needy whimper, pulling his white coat around himself. “S-Sir.” Pandor breathed, this time with more urgency. His words came out in a shuddering moan. I don’t have time for this. Music had to press his knees together to keep his legs from shaking. He shifted away from the two. Maybe they won’t notice- “Sir.” Pandor panted as his gaze locked onto Music’s crotch. “I really think that-” “Oh for heavens-” A breath of annoyance escaped Mystify’s nose. “Look, I’ll prove it to you.” A jolt of pain shot through Music’s body as Mystify jabbed his bladder with his cane. The hero struggled to stay upright as wave upon wave of urgency rippled through his bulging bladder, dribbling from his swollen dick. His urge, once controllable — if barely — had been shot to pieces. This was an emergency! “Oh.” Mystify blinked, eyes wide as he watched a wet spot form on Music’s green spandex. He stepped aside. “Well, don’t let us stop you.” “I’m fine.” Music lied through gritted teeth. He was bent slightly at the waist, fists balled up, uselessly gripping the material of his costume. His dick twitched, a few drops shaking off the wet fabric, landing between his legs. “For goodness sake, hero.” Mystify snapped. “I’m not a monster. Just go, and then we can continue when you’re at your best.” Music scowled. It had to be a trap. “I mean it, go.” With that, Music disappeared around the corner. It was all he could do in his desperate state of white hot need. He started to tug off his costume, dick dribbling in anticipation for the relief that was to follow. “Oh please do, hero.” Pandor smirked. He had the perfect vantage point from where he stood. “Show me your secret identity.” There was an obvious tent in his pants. “Get. Lost.” Was all Music could muster. He could feel the first rivulets beginning to trickle down his shaking legs. “Or don’t.” Pandor shrugged. “I’ve got all day, do you?” “Pandor!” Mystical barked. Wincing, Pandor turned back. With no time to waste, Music pulled off form-fitting hood, revealing shoulder-length golden curls. He squirmed his way out of his one-piece, tugging it down to his belly. A swollen belly, hard and entirely filled with piss. He froze. Spurt after spurt, each more powerful than the last, forced their way out of his turgid dick, into sodden boxers. Music squeezed his dick — one hand gripping the base, the other the head — in one last futile attempt to stop the inevitable. He already knew he had lost. He was pissing. Almost before he could even comprehend it, Music was pissing. Shock clouded his face, before relief washed over him. Pain was replaced by pleasure, more powerful than any orgasm. He must’ve moaned, how could he not when he could finally breathe again, but he couldn’t hear anything, lost in the radiating waves of the purest relief. Music didn’t know when he stopped, by the time he came down from his high, he was standing in a puddle, legs beginning to cool, and his super-suit sticking uncomfortably to his body. Tears, a mix of shame, relief, and humiliation, began to roll down his cheeks, lost in the lake below him. “Oh.” Pandor squeaked, the pants of his costume slick. His body was shaking with the aftershocks of his own release. “Music?” Mystify’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Are you… okay?” His tone was sincere. And then Music broke off into a run. The villains let him go. Mystify turned to Pandor, towering over him. Finally slipping back into reality, Pandor backed up. “S-Sir?” Pandor swallowed hard. “You are in so much trouble when we get back to the lair.” Mystify snapped. “B-But sir, I didn’t do any-” Pandor flinched, as Mystify jabbed his cane in the direction of his evil lair. “Go!” Mystify roared. Pandor obeyed. Back at home, Music crept across the tree in his backyard, climbing through his bedroom window. He didn’t need any nosey neighbours recognising him, especially now. He stumbled into his bathroom, making it as far as the doorway, before he collapsed. How could he even face the town after this? His dick, hard and throbbing, ached as it tented his pants. His body couldn’t deny how good it felt to finally relax, even if his mind said otherwise. Music peeled his sodden costume off, depositing it in the shower as he stepped inside, turning on the water. He groaned, precum beading the head of his aching dick. Confused visions of Pandor danced around his head. One, two, three strokes later, he came. ==================== CHARACTERS Music A superhero in his mid 20s. He wears a green spandex one piece, with a quaver (double connected music note) on his chest, and another (single music note with a flick) on his belt, along with a cape. Protagonist Mystify A supervillain in his early 30s. A tall redhead with a semi-formal tone. Has a cane, mostly for show. Antagonist Pandor A short, stout villain, and the minion of Mystify. Nervous and highly-strung. Has an omo fetish and is terrible at hiding it. Messy white hair, steampunk-style outfit, thick goggles, and black gloves. Villain’s lackey Character profiles will be updated when needed.

Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)

Hello ! Been into omorashi for quite a while, so I decided after a while to make this account. Might post some fnf omorashi art (mostly related to females), but my OC'S might also be used. I don't take requests for now tho, sorry !

been holding for a few hours now, anyone interested to play around and see if you guys can make me lose control?

Oh boy. I haven’t posted much on here in a longggg time. But with some renewed interest, I want to get back into this story. I remember some interesting ideas I had from when I was actively writing it, and with some encouragement from a member of this site (you know who you are I decided to give it another go. But reading through it, I realized my writing style has changed a bit, as well as I found some parts I really just want to redo. So without further explanation, I present the re-writing and continuation of this story Chapter 1 - Some Backstory Part 1 It all started by accident. Well… To clarify: It all started with an accident. The first accident I had as an adult. Notice I said “first” and not “only”? The accident in question happened a few years ago. Back when I was pretty antisocial, really. Largely by choice as well, as the general population did nothing to interest me. Innocently enough, I was running late for class one beautifully warm Spring day of Freshman year. So unusually warm, in fact, I had downed three refilled bottles of water, and was working on my fourth since I had last visited the restroom at my dorm before breakfast. With lunchtime nearing, I turned the last corner to the lecture hall a little too quickly and felt the effects of the first two waters slosh around my bladder. I quietly took a seat near the back of the hall, noticing the third water starting to make its way through me just as the lecturer started speaking. In college, nobody asks to go to the bathroom. There is no hand raising. There are no “can” vs. “may” discussions. Everybody there is at least 18 years old - all adults. And ultimately, there are no mid-lecture bathroom breaks. Sure. Anyone can go at anytime. It’s not that bathroom trips are forbidden or anything. Actually quite the opposite - everyone is free to go whenever. What isn’t free, however, is the lecture. At several thousand dollars per course, there isn’t much value in missing time. I’m sure there’s a dollar per minute calculation, but the long and the short of it is that it’s actually too expensive to take lecture time to pee. Accordingly, you either go beforehand, or hold it. Being as class had already started, the choice was pretty well made for me. So hold it I did…. For about 15 minutes. That’s how long it took my bladder to go from noticeable, to uncomfortable. The lecturer continued on as my hand continued to copy down notes, as if on autopilot. My mind, on the other hand, had wondered far away. Specifically, out of this hall, down the corridor, around the corner, into the Ladies’ room, into an open and available stall, and onto a toilet - where my butt really needed to be right then. But with 45 minutes left and an empty bank account as encouragement, I tried to settle my mind. Instead, all I could think about was my discomfort. I tried subtly shifting positions in my seat. I tried not so subtly shifting around. I bent my knee and tried sitting with my heel pressing into my groin. I tried just about everything I could think of. Which all helped in their own way, briefly. But it wasn’t enough to make it through the next half hour. With 15 minutes left, I was feeling full. My bladder bulged out into the waistband of my underwear and jeans, adding an increasing sense of pressure. More importantly, it felt heavy - gravity pulling down hard, adding to my concern about being able to hold it all. By this point, the third water bottle had well and truly found it’s way into my bladder, with the fourth starting to make a guest appearance. I had to do something or I really and truly risked peeing myself right there. I looked down the row on both sides of my and was thankful to find I was alone in the back. I placed my hand (the one not still taking notes - seriously, how was my brain managing that, and how much of a goodie-two-shoes could I be???) on top of my thigh. I then crossed my legs with my hand now between my thighs. From there, I casually slid my hand all the way up until my fingers were at my groin, and proceeded to begin to push them up, into my crotch. A) I can’t even describe how grateful I was for the feeling of immediate relief from the torrent pee I was holding. B) I couldn’t believe I was holding myself in an effort to not pee myself. Even worse, I was holding myself IN PUBLIC! I was adult! In college! How was this happening? No matter how much my conscious mind fought against the concept of allowing my fingers to push up between my legs to help me hold my bladder, my subconscious was thankful for the temporary relief. Temporary relief is what helped me get through those last minutes of lecture. But I needed to find my way to permanent relief as the lecturer wound dawn “Thank you all for your time and attention today. If there are any questions, I’ll…” I didn’t stick around for the rest of the lecturer’s sentence and I certainly didn’t stay for the likely dumb questions to follow that were probably already answered during the lecture for anyone paying attention. Not that I was, but I also wasn’t asking any questions. My notepad and pen were in my backpack and I was standing, making my way out of the lecture hall before anyone could see my hand between my legs. I wanted to keep it there. I so wanted to continue holding myself. It was the only way I knew I wouldn’t lose the battle against my bladder. But as soon as I made it out of the lecture hall, into the main stream of students and staff moving about the hallway, I knew I had no choice. I had to reluctantly let go of myself - regardless of the consequences. I was okay at first. I was squeezing every muscle I possibly could, walking quickly while moving my legs as little as possible (which was probably quite the sight for anyone passing by me). But I was okay as I made it to the end of the corridor. Rounding the corner, I expected to head straight into the Ladies’ room, into an open and available stall, and plop my behind right onto an ever so inviting toilet. I needed it so bad I could almost feel the sweet relief my entire body craved right then. Instead, I found myself stopped in my tracks, staring in horror at a “closed for cleaning. Sorry for any inconvenience” sign with a cleaning cart parked outside and the door to the Women’s room propped wide open. I knew I had reached the destination where my relief would take place. My bladder knew I had promised it relief. My whole body, sweating from the effort of holding my bladder understood I had made it to the bathroom. I was successful. My prize for reaching the bathroom though wasn’t the sweet feeling of my bladder releasing all this pressure into a much needed toilet. No. Instead, I felt my bladder contract involuntarily. I squeezed every muscle I could, as hard as I could. I held my breath and didn’t move. But it didn’t matter. I felt my pee being forced down by the relentless contraction of my bladder. I could actually feel as the liquid was squeezed down my urethra, straight toward my pee hole. I didn’t even know what to do. I was standing in the middle of the hall of the Sciences Building with countless people passing by and no access to the bathroom as I felt the muscles surrounding my urethra squeeze for a moment, wetting my light blue cotton panties. It wasn’t much, fortunately. And unfortunately. Fortunately, it wasn’t an actual stream. Well… it might have been a stream. It was hard to tell exactly what happened. But whatever it was, it was only a brief occurrence. But it was enough to feel the wetness of my underwear against myself. It was enough to make me concerned it was visible in the crotch of my jeans for all to see. It was enough for me ,a grown, adult woman, to truly worry about not being able to make it to a toilet in time. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to feel any sense of relief whatsoever. If anything, it made my need even worse as I was now damp down there. I closed my eyes for a second and took a semi-deep breath against the throb from my bladder. I was a Science Major, and this was, at its core, a problem of anatomy and geography - volume of bladder capacity vs. physical location in proximity to an awaiting toilet. I should be able to think my way out of it - what were my options? I could wait for the cleaner to finish - although even as I thought this, I would’ve chuckled if I wasn’t worried it would cause another leak. I couldn’t wait that long. I could enter the incredibly tantalizing men’s room right next door to use a stall in there. It was a toilet, it wasn’t being cleaned, and it was painfully close. It was also, not a room meant for me nor my female parts, and so would draw entirely too much unwanted attention. I wasn’t particularly popular to begin with. I… I…. I couldn’t just stand there and try to come up with a magical solution any longer. I had to get moving. Back down the hall, around the corner, down another, out the front door of the building and… Now what? I was outside amongst hundreds of other students, slightly bent over at my waist in a mostly futile effort to put the least amount of pressure on my quite literally overflowing bladder, with mildly damp underwear and no immediate access to a toilet. Not only did I have no immediate access, I didn’t even know where the next closest bathroom was. Well, let me rephrase that. The next closest bathroom that I knew for sure where it was was in the library. I’d been in the ground floor and third floor bathrooms before. Hindsight makes everything so easy though. It’s also so much easier to think things through when you’re not actively concerned about wetting yourself. Standing there, though, squeezing muscles I didn’t even know I could squeeze, left my thought process slow and incomplete as I contemplated my next move. The Arts Building to my left? Had I ever even been in there? No, that wouldn’t work. I didn’t have it in me to wander a building hoping to stumble upon a bathroom. The Humanities Building to my right? Same. I’d been in there for a class in the Fall, but couldn’t recall ever going to the bathroom in there. “Ahh. Hmm.” I let out a slight… moan? Whimper? Doesn’t really matter. I couldn’t help myself make a pained noise as my bladder throbbed, threatening another contraction and reminding me to just make up my mind and get moving. Pick a plan and make it happen! My heart sank as I realized I could only absolutely remember where one bathroom was - the one I used every day since starting college - the one I had just used this morning - the shared Women’s Room on my floor of our dorm building. Typically speaking, the walk from where I currently was on campus to my dorm building would be about a 15 minute walk, up a fairly steep hill for about half the walk. This was not a typical day though. I NEEDED this walk to be quick and easy. 15 minutes was NOT an option. I didn’t know if 5 more minutes was an option, honestly, but I had to try. I set off at what I considered to be a brisk pace. Quick, short steps, trying to walk fast, but keep my thighs pressed together. It was awkward and difficult, but helped in some small way. 3 minutes of awkward, sort of speed walking later, I found myself passing the library (which contained the actual closest bathroom that I knew of) and at the start of the dreaded hill. Immediately, I knew I was in trouble. Walking in the odd, closed-thigh way I had been so far didn’t work for going uphill. It didn’t allow me to take big enough steps to be worthwhile. I was finally making real, actual progress towards relief, but my bladder had yet another new surprise for me. I don’t know what to call what was happening. Was I… oozing? Ew, no. Dribbling…? Maybe. Leaking? I don’t think so. Whatever you want to call it, I could feel my underwear slowly (but all too quickly at the same time) getting more and more wet with each step. I was wetting myself without actually peeing. I held my ID up to the scanner of the door to my dorm building, my underwear feeling like I could wring them out after making the walk up the entire hill. The only thing left I could hope for was that nothing was visible on my pants. Despite my doubts that I still had visibly dry pants, I pressed on, using up whatever waning willpower I had left to make my way to the third floor. The only floor in the entire building I was allowed to pee on. To clarify: once upon a time, when the college first opened, my dorm building was a male-only building. They didn’t really believe in co-ed back in those days. Since then, we’ve come a long way as a society towards, ya know, accepting women as equal and all that good stuff. Alas, the college hasn’t yet accepted fully our equality and the floors are separated by gender - the first 2 floors male, the third floor female. Normally, I almost consider this a good thing. The second floor honestly smells so bad. However, as I tapped my ID to the reader outside the only Women’s Room in the building - I cursed these facts. Not only did I have to make it all the way to the third floor in the first place, but the bathroom wasn’t meant for its current (female) occupants. Boys stand to pee. For better or worse, that’s a thing. Since the building was originally meant to be for boys only, there are certain… aspects of the building that were designed accordingly. Most notably given my predicament, the bathrooms. The floors are 25 rooms each, with 2 occupants per room for a total of 50 humans. The bathrooms have 10 toilets each - sounds like relatively plenty, right? WRONG!! There’s 5 stalls and 5 urinals on opposing walls. Any guesses who can’t use 5 of those toilets? That’s right - the floor with 50 females. The floor I resided on. There was always a line. It didn’t matter if you went at 2 PM or 9 AM or some random time after midnight - it was almost guaranteed to be a line. And sure enough, as I hung a right from the sink section to the toilet section, I encountered said line with 3 people in front of me. Ask any woman - she’ll tell you that waiting in line to pee is literally just a part of life. HOWEVER! Waiting in line when you literally can’t wait any more was the problem. I saw my 3 peers ahead of me at the same time I felt the grip I had on my bladder control slip. I didn’t care anymore and reached down to hold myself again. It helped in the slightest, but not nearly as much as earlier, in the lecture hall. “Hi, excuse me,” I weakly started, addressing everyone in line ahead of me. “I’m so sorry, but I I have to go so badly. Can I skip ahead of you?” The 2 directly in front of me started to move to allow me to go, seeing my absolutely embarrassing situation. The problem came with the first person in line. She looked directly at me, seeing me holding myself, bent over, with maybe somewhat wet pants (I still hadn’t looked and honestly wasn’t sure I wanted to know just yet), and replied, “I’m sorry, but I really need to go too.” My mind was reeling to catch up, but my bladder fully understood what was just said - and it wasn’t happy. The control I had so desperately curated, that absolute effort I put into holding it this whole time… All slipped away from me. I felt my muscles relax as my bladder gave a proper throb. Even though my underwear had been so wet already, I felt them get considerably warmer, even though I didn’t necessarily feel them getting any wetter. I half hobbled, half ran, partially fell from the entryway to the toilets section of the shared bathroom, across the main / sinks section, and into the showers section all while furiously grabbing myself. All while my bladder forced itself to begin fully emptying. I stumbled into the first open shower stall I could find and unbuttoned my jeans as fast as I could. I don’t even remember if I unzipped them, but it doesn’t matter - I yanked them down, leaned my back against the wall in a sort of modified wall sit, and finally, FINALLY relaxed, allowing myself to pee……….

Let me specify something first: English is noty main language, so please forgive me if I make some mistakes; My gf, let's call her W, is totally consenting and actually loves this (actually I am asking this because I want to satisfy her more). That being said, I wanted to ask you all if you have some ways to make her forcefully wet. W has a small bladder, and when I press on it she usually leaks, but I wanted to know some other ways to make her desperate/wet herself, be it drinking some kind of drinks beforehand or doing something on the spot. Please let me know your techniques and I thank you beforehand. Have a good day my wet friends

Feel free to skip to the next paragraph if you don’t give a shit about me (understandable honestly) It’s been a while since I posted huh? As a quick rundown and something I’ve talked about briefly elsewhere I was dealing with a health complication that wasn’t anything serious but made writing smut very unappealing. After that I started writing again but usually for other fetishes unrelated to this or nonsmut. This isn’t me fishing for support or e-crying I just thought I’d bring it up again here for reasons that will become apparent momentarily. I don’t plan on a drastic increase on output anytime soon, this is and always will be a when I feel like it sort of thing. Just know that me not posting for a month or two doesn’t mean i’m dead or retiring or anything. Beyond that tangent, as I’ve also stated before I have military grade writers block. I have several settings where I’ve used a similar gimmick to this one but they really aren’t related. Most of them have some choices a later found questionable from a worldbuilding pov that wished I could change; Inconvenient Entanglement is the first time I was somewhat happy with the premise. That and other factors lead to me getting fatigued with the stories. I still plan on finishing IE since there are other aspects of that story that have my brain hooked on finishing it, I’ve actually already done the ending and just need the middle and some important filler, but I’ll be moving away from longform continuous stories for a bit to try and move past this writers block. Anyway, to the obligatory worldbuilding and thread explanation blurb. This isn’t a single story and more a place to post some stories and explore unrelated concepts set in the same universe. In this setting people don’t gain full bladder control until later in live, usually mid teens for men and late teens to early twenties for women. Some people are trained earlier, some are trained later, but more or less everyone will be out of diapers before their 21 barring outstanding circumstances. That said seeing a person in their mid twenties wearing pull-ups Incase something happens or good nights for bed wetting isn’t unheard of even if a lot of people would be embarrassed about it. Most stories are gonna be one or two parters that could be just modern day stories from the setting, stories from the past or future, in universe fiction, etc. Might reuse characters from time to time depending on how i’m feeling, idk. This is mostly a place for unrelated vignettes in the same universe. Anyway, that’s enough stalling. Date Night “Eric, can you pick up some diapers for your sister on your way home?” Eric’s eyes shot open as he read the familiar message from his mother. ”I’m on a date Mom!” He quickly replied in text. ”So what, she probably needs some too.” ”She’s 18 Mom, she’s out of diapers already!” Eric angrily replied. ”Sweetie please just get them for her. I’ve been at work all day.” Eric groaned audibly. “Fine Mom.” ”Thanks. Oh, and I put some pull-ups in in your glove box. Make sure to wear them. You don’t want a damp spot showing on your shorts.” Eric sighed and stashed his phone in his pants pants pocket. “Mom knows I haven’t had that happen in over a month, I wear underwear around the house. Why does she always harp on me about wearing those when i’m out.” He took a sip of his soda and glanced over to the clock in the center of the mall. Well, mall is generous. It was more of a half dead shopping center kept alive by the fact nothing else was nearby. He agreed to meet his date here and drive her to the movie theater in town since she lived so far away from school and he was wanting any chance to spend time with her. “Sarah was suppose to be here five minutes ago.” He thought to himself with a bit of worry as he closed his eyes. His mind turned to something his mother said about her probably needing to pick up some diapers. “I wonder what she does wear under those Daisy Dukes? In middle school and high school girls would always show off their waistbands if they were in pull-ups or panties but that kinda stopped in college I guess. Most girls are in pull-ups and the ones that aren’t hide it now. She’s always wearing those tight shorts. Even if her shirts are long enough to cover her waist she can’t be wearing anything too baggy. I bet she’s in panties, maybe something lacy, or maybe she’s going commando tonight.” His imagination was interrupted by the feeling of his pull-up and shorts growing tight against his member. He felt a bit of embarrassment wash over him and zipped up his jacket to hide the evidence of his contemplation. Before he could think anymore he heard something calling out too him. “Hey Eric, there you are!” He looked around to see a athletic blond girl with short denim shorts and a white tee shirt walking towards him. “Sorry I was late, our dog got out and we were all looking for him. Cell service is spotty out her too so you know.” ”It’s fine, don’t worry about it. The move doesn’t start for almost an hour anyway so we have plenty of time to get there.” Eric said without any hesitation. “My car’s right outside, it’s about a 40 minute drive to the theater.” Sarah grabbed his right hand and started walking towards the door. “You know I could start meeting you closer to the school or in town or something. You don’t have to drive all the way out here to pick me up.” Sarah said with a relaxing southern draw. ”No, it’s ok. Seriously. I could honestly pick you up at your house if you wanted.” ”No, that’s fine. Dad still doesn’t know i’m dating and I’d rather him not point a shotgun at you until at least the fourth date.” Sarah said with a laugh. “Oh hey, mind if I drink some of that?” she said motioning towards his coke. ”Oh, sure.” Eric said with a nervous laugh. “Better not being you back late I guess, don’t want any more holes in me than I need.” Sarah took a long drink from his soda before responding. “Don’t worry, he’d just shoot out your car windows first as a warning. Maybe sick Dixie on you if you really pissed him off.” She said, this time without a laugh. Eric cleared his throat before opening up his car door. “After you” he said quickly in a attempt to change the subject. The two loaded into the car before Eric pulled out and started the lengthy drive to the theater. Sarah stretched and laid her purse in the back seat. “So how’s your day been?” She asked before taking another drink of his soda. ”Oh, pretty good I guess. My sister has been studying for the SATs for the last few days so things have been pretty peaceful.” Eric looked glanced over to Sarah guzzling down his soda, keeping his peripheral vision focused on the road. “I really should have gone before we left the mall.” He thought to himself as he recognized a urge that had snuck up on him. He only moved into pull-ups about a year ago and had trouble with wetting himself on occasion until about four months ago. For all the progress he had made in the last year he still had problems recognizing when he needed to go, often putting off or not realizing he needed to go until the need became more apparent. “I should be good until I get to the theater. Just keep focused on it and clench.” He thought to himself with a long exhalation. ”Cool, Spanish has been kicking my ass but mostly things are good. My brothers have been practicing a lot lately, the school thinks they’ve got a chance of getting drafted to the NFL so their skills need to be on top shape.” Sarah said feeling around in her pockets. “Hey you got any android chargers in here? My phone is about to die.” She said as she was about to open the glove box. Eric’s mind flashed back to what his mom told him over text. “No!- I don’t have anything for android.” He said trying to not sound as anxious as his immediate reply made him sound. ”Oh… ok.” Sarah said leaning back into the seat. “So how much longer till we get there?” ”Should only be another 10 minutes or so unless something-“ Eric cut himself off when he saw a car in front of him as well as the car in the lane immediately next to it slam on their breaks. He pressed his foot down, coming to a stop in a little less than a second with a loud screech oh his tires. ”Shit! What was that?” Sarah yelled catching herself against the dashboard. ”Looks like someone wrecked up ahead.” Eric said, trying to catch his breath while looking around to make sure no cars collided. He leaned back, becoming instantly aware of a clammy dampness around his crotch. “Fuck fuck fuck!” He thought to himself, clinching his muscles as tightly as possible. He looked down to inspect the damage. His shorts were thankfully dry, not showing any aspect of the leak he had just barely ended. ”Well, looks like we aren’t getting to the movie on time.” Sarah said with a chuckle before adjusting her sitting position, leaning on the side of her hip and bringing her legs together. Eric focused for a few more seconds to make sure the leak from before didn’t start again. “Yeah, I guess so.” He said leaning forward on the steering wheel. “Shit, I almost pissed myself. We better get there soon, I don’t think this will stop another.” He had only recently managed to convince his parents to let him start wearing lower protection pull-ups, the young adult ones that don’t provide much protection aside from a occasional small leak and have the same profile as normal underwear. The two sat there for the next few minutes, barely inching forward every so often. “Uhhg, when are they going to get this cleaned up. I’d turn around if there weren’t so many people behind us.” Eric groaned in frustration, barely having the headspace to hold a conversation her Sarah. His desperation had grown more apparently since his minor accident. Something he still had problems with was how fast his need grew once he realized he should go to the bathroom. He normally made a point of going more often than he needed to to avoid this exact problem, now he was praying that he could reach a bathroom before his protection and muscle strength failed him. ”Hey… can you… pull over.” Sarah asked. “I gotta go.” Eric looked over to see her leaning against the window with her legs pressed together. “Oh, sure. Don’t worry about it.” He said as he hastily pulled off the road and onto the dirt near the guardrails. Before Eric could say anything else Sarah threw the door open and started fast walking to the tree line. “Thanks!” She yelled before as she was visibly undoing the button on her shorts. Eric immediately got out of the car before locking it and running for the trees as well. He pulled the front of his shorts and pull-up down before directing his penis. His stream began before he could get properly positioned, spraying the side of the tree he was standing behind as soon as it was free of obstructions. He sighed, looking down to see a large damp spot on the inside of his pull-up. “Damn I almost didn’t make it, I hope Sarah doesn’t see-“ Eric looked over to see Sarah standing with her shorts pulled down to right before her butt, revealing what looked like a blue pair of pull-ups with another stain in their crotch. She was standing with her pelvis thrust forward and her legs as far apart as she could manage; she had her hands in front of her doing something out of sight as a wild spray was erupting in a slight forward arc, barely missing her shorts. He could hear her minding something from a few feet away. “Ah crap I hope I don’t get any on my shorts. I need to stop trying to pee like this when I need to go this bad.” Erics stream died down soon after. He looked away and pulled up his shorts, hoping she didn’t see him looking. “So she does wear pull-ups.” The thought filled him with a slight hope that she wasn’t entirely out of his league. “Why the blue ones though? The padding on those is different.” He quickly walked by to the car hoping to get changed before she got back. He desperately wanted to avoid having to sit in those until the movie theater. He got a text message from Sarah before he could sit down. “Hey. This Is a little awkward but do you have any protection in your car?” ”Like, what kind?” He asked hoping that she might ask about condoms. ”Do you have any pull-ups I can borrow? I didn’t bring a spare” Somehow Eric could feel a embarrassment from behind the screen, both because he would be embarrassed too and because she took so long to type. He thought about if he should say yes for a minute before sighing and reaching into his glove box to grab some of the pull-ups his mom left him. He walked back to the woods to bring them to her, seeing that she had a small damp spot around the top of her shorts that she was clearly trying to hide with her shirt. He could also tell that she was standing in a way to try and avoid a leak from her almost full pull-up. “Hey, here you go. Sorry all I got are the mens.” He said with embarrassment before turning around. ”It’s alright. I’m use to using the boys model, when I was younger my Dad decided he wasn’t going to keep buying diapers my brother started wearing pull-ups. So he started buying my brothers and I the same stuff to save money. Part of being the only girl in the house.” Sarah said, grabbing the pull-up he was pointing towards her from behind his back. ”Really?” Eric asked, thinking back to what he saw a minute ago. He though back to seeing her standing with her ass showing towards him, causing his manhood to tighten against his damp pull-up again. ”Yep, it’s why I got out of diapers at 12. I kinda had problems holding it long enough to reach a bathroom around the farm or on long car trips though so I taught myself to pull my pants down and go whenever I needed too.” About half a minute of Eric imagining her naked from the waist down later her felt her arms wrap around him. “Thanks for giving those too me.” She kissed the back of his neck. “I’ll go back to the car and see if I can call my Dad to let him know I’ll be back a little later since we need to see the next showing. See you in a minute.” Sarah said nothing that he had brought two pull-ups with him, realizing the implication. so that’s this story. I might do a part two if people care to see the movie, might now. What does everyone think? If I do a part two I think I’d rather do it from Sarah’s perspective since I prefer female Omo to male.

Alright, since my first thread will be a bunch of different stuffs, now this one will be only centered around Friday night funkin. There will be mostly female characters and it will contain bladder bulging, a LOT of desperation and some wetting here and there. Btw, you can also post your fnf omorashi art here, I don't mind. Here's all of the omo art I already made and posted on my first thread. Might make another thread in the future for requests, who knows.

Hey guys this is the third story in my series. It’s much shorter and more to the point than previous ones! Enjoy! ——————————————————— Caitlyn was collecting her things, preparing to leave the bar she was spending the night at with her friends. “Hey are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home, Caitlyn?” Her friend asked. “Oh noo! I am totally fine don’t worry about me! My apartment is near i’ll be there in a flash.” Caitlyn said. “Well you had much to drink, and besides there are rumors that a monster lurks in the dark alleyways after midnight and preys on solo venturers. And it’s half an hour past midnight now. I just wanted to keep you company and make sure you’re safe.” Her friend said putting a hand on her shoulder. “Ohhh it’s probably just a hoax, i don’t believe any of that none sense! Monsters don’t exist!” Caitlyn said waving her hands dismissively. “Yeah you might be right.” Her friend said nodding. “Alright excuse me now i am gonna run! I really need to pee too i drank too much! I can’t believe the bar’s bathroom is under maintenance at a time like this!” Caitlyn said with disappointment in her eyes. “Alright take care, Caitlyn. And just text me when you get home.” Her friend said worryingly. Caitlyn then rushed out of the bar door and began walking towards her home. She was wearing pretty tight short denim shorts, a white blouse and white sneakers. She started shuffling towards an alleyway that she’s supposed to go through to reach her apartment at the other side of the street. It was pretty dark and she instantly remembered her friend’s words. She looked around carefully but there was nothing. “Pfftt.. what am i doing! There certainly isn’t a monster lurking around here.” Caitlyn said sarcastically and started moving slowly through the dark alleyway. Suddenly she saw the manhole in the middle of the alleyway slowly opening. She stopped her advance feeling goosebumps all around her body. Her bladder seemed to have ached harder for a release in her nervousness. She immediately grabbed her crotch. “Uhh.. probably someone doing maintenance in the sewers.” She said dismissively in order to calm herself down. With a hand over her crotch she started to resume her advance slowly walking close by the opened manhole. She peeked inside but it was dark and she couldn’t see anything. As she finally seemed to relax and shake her head denyingly while proceeding through the alleyway, a giant hairy hand with black claws emerged from the manhole immediately grabbing her leg. She started screaming in her shock and what scared her even more is when she looked down at her feet and realized what’s holding her down. A giant ambiguous hairy clawed hand. Without any warning her bladder began leaking its contents into her shorts. She started uncontrollably wetting her denim shorts in her fear. A small wet dark patch started expanding on the front then quickly expanded around her butt. She screamed some more as the urine stream grew stronger and it started leaking from both sides of her legs; Flowing down her bare legs and onto the monster’s hairy hand. The monster didn’t budge and kept holding her legs pinning her down. She looked around quickly and reached for a broken pipe on the wall. She grabbed it and started hitting the monster’s hand while screaming. The monster finally let go, and as soon as it did Caitlyn trampled on the ground. She immediately looked behind her to find the monster somehow squeezing out of the manhole like a cat. She was mesmerized and couldn’t move a muscle in her fear. The monster finally came out. It was gigantic standing tall and wide over poor Caitlyn. Its entire body was covered with thick gray hair. Only a pair of red eyes appeared in that mess of a hair. Its dark claws growing longer and longer as it growled at Caitlyn. Somehow something this big as this monster could fit through something as small as a manhole. Caitlyn couldn’t hold her bladder anymore in her terror, profusely pissing the remainder of her urine in her shorts and all over the ground beneath her creating a puddle that expanded to the monster’s hairy feet. As soon as the monster looked down at Caitlyn’s puddle touching its feet Caitlyn made a run for it. She crawled backwards quickly and somehow stood up and gained her balance running outside of the alleyway and screaming for help. She heard distant sirens and started screaming for them to stop. “HELP PLEASE!! SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!!” The police car pulled over and saw Caitlyn running out of the dark alleyway with urine soaked shorts and a urine trail behind her as she screamed and cried. They quickly pulled her behind them and looked towards the dark alleyway. “What’s wrong? What are you running from?” The policeman asked. “A.. a.. a monster!” Caitlyn said between her sobs. Both police officers looked at each other and laughed. “A monster you say?” One policeman said sarcastically. “What’s the situation.” A voice over the radio said. “Uhh not much, we found a girl running soaked in her own urine saying that she was chased by.. a monster ha.” The policeman said. “Oh it’s one of those days ha.” The voice over the radio said. “Yup she’s probably drunk, we’ll have a look and then get her back home.” The policeman said then pointed a gun towards the alleyway as he walked slowly inside looking around with his partner. There was nothing. No sign of anything around. They pulled Caitlyn with them to have a look. She found nothing and even the manhole was closed. “See anything here that says monster?” The policeman asked. “Wha..what.. that can’t be! I swear there was a monster here! It was hairy and had these terrible eyes and giant claws!” Caitlyn said in her disbelief. “Ehh.. you probably had too much to drink tonight. It’s obvious from that wet patch on your shorts.. seems like you already expelled that liquid.” The policeman said as he looked down at Caitlyn’s wet shorts. Caitlyn was embarrassed and immediately covered her shorts with her hands. Was she actually really hallucinating? The policemen took her to the police car and put her in the backseat to give her a ride home. “I.. i am sorry i made your seat wet..” Caitlyn blushingly said. “Eh it’s fine, you’re not the first. This seat had seen a fair share of wet pants. Mostly drunk people like yourself and other people who are too afraid when they get arrested that they just piss themselves.” The police officer said. Caitlyn then looked one last time at the alleyway to confirm that there was nothing as they drove off to her house. And there really wasn’t. She believed that these were hallucinations after what her friend had said. She drank too much after all and it was probably the after effects. ‘I am home and you wont believe what just happened to me! I totally just soaked myself in fear! I think your story got to me and i imagined a monster grabbing me in an alleyway. You wont believe it but two officers found me and escorted me home. I sat in my wet shorts the whole ride it was really embarrassing!’ Caitlyn texted her friend and then went for a hot shower to relax. - - - Two men were standing in what seemed like a futuristic office. They both wore black fedoras and black coats. One of them was bald and he seemed disappointed. “Could you explain why didn’t you record the incident at the alleyway near the bar Mr. Rashi?” The bald man asked. “Well.. i am afraid it didn’t appear on the timeline i am following, Mr. Omo.” Mr. Rashi said. “Elaborate.” Mr. Omo sharply said. “It seems like when Amy came out of the backrooms she unknowingly created multiple anomalies, being the sole survivor of the backrooms the realities couldn’t apprehend it. Multiple rifts started to appear all around the globe unleashing different backrooms entities into the world. Thus the monster in the alleyway case.” Mr. Rashi explained. “Hmmm i see.” Mr. Omo said while nodding. “I believe that we will have much more random fear wetting incidents right now that deviates from the original timeline. This will make our work much harder. I no longer have an established solid map of the original timeline.. there are a lot of deviations happening even right now.” Mr. Rashi said. “Fine. Come Mr. Rashi. There is much work to be done.” Mr. Omo said as both men leave the office in a haste. - - -

Hi Folks, I'm old enough to have some issues 'down there'. It started with a shrinking member which now almost goes home to roost. It graduated with my having to encourage it out to avoid peeing on the floor while sitting down. It's still sensitive, so I wrecked all my home pants during lockdown and zoom sessions by scratching the front out of them, because it's facing forwards instead of down. Then came the cruncher - even after clamping several times and running my hand along what remains of its length to squeeze out any pee still in the tube (the sphincter is at the body end guys, so shaking it doesn't work), but once the mouse was in his house, it started having one last leak. At first it was just a few drops, and I normally wear dark pants and briefs in any case, but I had a light pair of briefs which had turned yellow in the crotch - not helped by taking a sustained release vitsmin B daily to stay 'active' - so golden! I spotted the Tena men's inserts in the super-market, but thought - 'maybe later on - I'm about to retire soon'. Then last Friday I was at a work function and decided to takd a piss. After I'd finished and re-housed the beast, I felt a dribble which wet through to my black pants and I thought - this is it - time to act! I've just bought a pack of Tena level 1 (there are 3 levels) and am yet to try them out. I'll keep posting as I go, but would be interested to know the experiences of others with this little - ah - issue. I know I'm supposed to relish non-conformist wetting here, but this is the first sign of a genuine loss of real control since I was 2 years old (really).

Heres another idea i thought of. We need more ralsei deltarune omorashi. Now hear me out: There isnt any omorashi (that i've seen) of ralsei from chapter 2. (See included image for reference.) So, shouldnt there be more ralsei omo on this site? Thats what im thinking anyway. Again, like all of my topics: Use this if you want for a writing piece, or artwork.

Recently, I've been trying to hold until I have a genuine accident, and I've only managed twice but leaked almost every hold. The thing is, every time I've leaked was because I was doing a challenge of some kind. I've been wanting to just leak while I was sitting down doing whatever, but I've always given in and stood up to speed it up. Last night though, I decided that was gonna be the night, especially because I've been able to hold longer without giving in. To speed things up a bit, I did the rapid desperation method and drank some tea an hour before the hold started. An hour in, I was already at a 6, but was nowhere near ready to stop the hold. To pass the time, I booted up House Flipper because it wasn't something I needed to focus on, and messing up installations makes a very loud spraying noise. An hour and a half in, and I was at an 8 which is where I always leak during a challenge. I was doing everything I could to not stand up and relieve some pressure and to not just pee then and there. To make things much more difficult, I decided to bend my knees and move them apart so I had to rely on nothing but my bladder muscles. 10 minutes later, I felt my crotch area get a tiny bit warmer. I finally did it, but wanted a bit more of a leak. I grabbed a towel just to be safe since I was sitting on my bed, and 2 minutes later another leak. Another 3 minutes, and this one was a bigger leak. There was a spot showing through my pyjamas at this point. I felt another one about to happen, and could tell it was gonna be big. Sadly, this is where the sitting in bed part ends, because I didn't want to soak it. I did sit on the toilet while fully clothed though and managed to make it to the 2 hour mark, despite my pyjamas being soaked. 3 minutes later and I just couldn't stop it anymore. Well, I probably could, but all holding did was slow the flow a bit, so I just let it happen.

A while back, some old friends of mine were reminiscing about our senior year field trip, which sparked an idea for a story. I didn't get around to finishing it at the time, but went back recently and did so, so I thought I'd share in case it's enjoyable for anyone else. My senior year, our school celebrated the graduating class by taking them on a trip to an amusement park. Personally, my ideal senior trip would be a day to stay home, but the day turned out much more interesting than I anticipated. We arrived at our school earlier than usual to load up on school buses. Despite it being the end of the year and summer, it was slightly chillier than usual that morning and people huddled together drinking their warm coffees. I would have done the same with my friends but we were assigned to buses in alphabetical order and I was quickly separated from them when the buses arrived. By some quirk, none of my close friends had last names close to mine, so I walked into the school bus alone and grabbed the first seat I saw that was empty, which was in the middle of the bus by a girl named Jocelyn. We didn’t run in the same crowd but she was considered a rather nice person and quickly smiled at me before turning back to her two friends sitting behind her. Despite the trip being nearly two hours to get to the amusement park, our school could only afford school buses, which there was some grumbling about. Certainly, a coach bus would have been nice to nap in. I looked around to double check if I knew anyone around me well enough to talk to them. In front of me were two rather catty girls I wanted nothing to do with and they wanted nothing to do with the rest of the bus, immediately going on social media and only talking amongst themselves. Across from them, diagonally to the right from me, was a girl I barely knew and her friend Leslie. Leslie was a wavy-haired girl known mostly for her academic achievements, but her baggy black jeans and unassuming top hid a more curvaceous body than most knew. I wasn’t close with her though and shifted away from my perverse thoughts and looked across the aisle. Imani sat closest to me with her boyfriend on the window aisle. Imani, an athletic Black girl who was both academically gifted and one of our star athletes, wore a school button-up - maybe she forgot we could dress casually, maybe she actually wanted to rep our otherwise rather unpopular school - and tan shorts and was already immersed in a playful argument with her boyfriend. Next to me, Jocelyn was kneeling on the seat so she could see above the back as she talked to her friends. This gave me a moment to admire the attractive, popular girl from her straight dark hair to her midriff, exposed between her white crop top and her high waisted blue jeans, to the curves of her ass due to her tight jeans. I also noticed all three girls sipping coffee from their thermos and a hint of a thought entered my brain… but I pushed it aside and pulled out my own phone to pass the time until we took off. As we started to move, I put away my phone to avoid carsickness and dozed for a bit as those around me chatted with their friends. By the time I really woke up, we were probably just under thirty minutes away from the amusement park. I noticed first that Jocelyn had stopped talking to her friends and was sitting quietly next to me, thermos empty and a little hunched over. I didn’t think too much about it at the moment and glanced around. Imani was sitting quietly as well, her legs crossed tightly and her rather strong muscles flexed. Her boyfriend was asleep and leaning against the window. Leslie’s foot was tapping the floor of the bus as she continued talking with her friend, and I finally allowed a thought to percolate to my brain - I had a feeling these girls who had chugged their coffees were in need of a bathroom. Not exactly the most brilliant deduction, but this was an exciting thought for my perverse brain. However, as I did not want to be known as a pervert, I quickly pushed these thoughts aside and focused on looking ahead to see where we were. Soon, though, movement in my peripheral vision to my left made me look over. I was greeted by the sight of Jocelyn bent over, both hands shoved in her crotch, and legs crossed tightly. I was unsure if it had to do with her desperation or her posture, but her bare midriff bulged slightly as she bounced her legs. It was undeniable what was going on. Jocelyn saw me looking and smiled weakly. “Sorry… I have to use the bathroom…” I tried to look comforting. “No worries, we’re almost there. We should have had coach buses with bathrooms too, but our school was too cheap I guess.” She nodded in agreement but was too focused on holding to respond further. I glanced around in order not to stare. Leslie had fallen silent as she continued to tap her feet while Imani rocked slightly as she hunched over with her legs crossed, her hands gripping her legs as she held them tightly in place. I looked back and Jocelyn was still hunched over, but her hands were out of her crotch and now tightly holding onto the edge of the bus seat. I was surprised she pulled her hands out, but the reason for it became clear as I heard a quiet “pfft.” Jocelyn blushed and focused on staring out the window, refusing to find out if I noticed as I smelled the relatively subtle fart. She was gripping the seat to press her ass into the seat, clearly needing to go both ways. A moment later, she squirmed as she pressed her ass down, but the focus on her bowels meant she must have leaked, because a wet spot the size of a coin appeared on her light blue jeans right where her crossed legs met her crotch. Soon after, a rather large bump along the road caused the wet spot to glisten, darken, and expand. Jocelyn looked down and tried her best to hold on, but at this point I could see the wet patch glisten and expand every few seconds. I was fascinated and frankly, immensely turned on watching and didn’t even pretend to be looking at anything else as I stared at the patch growing from just her crotch to halfway down her thighs. At one point, a spurt was long enough that I saw a puddle form before seeping down between her legs. Jocelyn had her eyes closed at this point and a trickle had begun running down the bus seat and onto the floor, though the puddle was small enough that no one else noticed yet. Unfortunately for Jocelyn, the bladder release did nothing for her bowels, and I heard another soft fart followed by a momentary crackle. Jocelyn involuntarily grunted as she leaned over harder, arms now holding her stomach. The scent of her burgeoning accident, still subtle, wafted to my nose and I wondered how there would be room for her escaping bowels as she ground her ass ever harder into the seat. The focus on her bowels clearly took her concentration away from her bladder as well and I heard a growing trickle as she began to pee in earnest. Her thighs glistened and the puddle beneath her grew in size. My own shoes were now dangerously close to her puddle, though I made no effort to move my feet. The trajectory of her urine trickling to her ass before running off the bus seat and dripping off the edge to the floor meant my own pants were safe from her accident. She finally looked over at me, knowing there was no hiding her accident. Her eyes watered a little with shame and embarrassment. “I’m so sorry… I couldn’t hold it…” I really did feel for her in that moment and instinctively put one of my arms around her shoulders. “Don’t worry about it… it happens. I’m not judging at all.” She stiffened under my touch momentarily but then relaxed, leaning her head against my shoulder. However, with my arm around her shoulder, when we went over another bump, I accidentally pulled her closer to me. The left side of her ass lifted off the seat for a moment and a louder fart escaped this time. She buried her face on my shirt in embarrassment as I heard her finish messing herself, the rest of her load escaping in one final woosh. She stayed leaning to the right to avoid entirely sitting on her load and looked up. “What am I going to do… we have to get off the bus soon.” I took my arm off from around her shoulder and took off my red school sweatshirt, revealing a plain t-shirt underneath. I handed it to her. “Wrap this up around your waist… Keep it for the rest of the day.” She hesitated. “Are you sure? They’re going to get dirty…” I nodded. “I don’t mind. Seriously.” She took the sweatshirt and gave me a kiss on the cheek as a thank you. She blushed again. “Sorry… you probably don’t want a kiss from a girl who just had an accident.” I looked her in the eyes. She had no idea this was doing the opposite of grossing me out. I didn’t have any words but instead kissed her chastely on the lips. I didn’t want to overplay my hand, but in that moment I thought the brown-eyed girl was one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen. I had my own embarrassing bulge in my pants I hoped she hadn’t noticed. She, however, was busy being surprised by my kiss and returned with a deeper one and we made out for a minute before she pulled away and said, “We’re pulling into the lot…” I looked around and saw we indeed were outside the amusement park. I also looked to see if anyone noticed us, but everyone was preoccupied admiring the park. Imani was still desperate to go, and it seemed her boyfriend had just woken up and was trying to comfort her as well as she doubled over with her hands in her crotch. When she pulled her hands out, I noticed a small wet spot, easily visible on the light tan shorts. I remembered Leslie was desperate as well and to my surprise, saw a similar puddle to Jocelyn’s at Leslie’s feet. From where I was sitting, though, Leslie’s black jeans seemed to give away no other sign that she had wet herself already. For a moment I wished I had witnessed the wetting directly, but making out with Jocelyn was worth it. The bus soon parked outside the main entrance and Jocelyn stood up, wrapping the sweatshirt around her. She showed me her behind before turning back and asking me, “How does it look?” The sweatshirt fully covered the wet spot and presumable bulge that was there. Given the seated position, the wet patch was likely contained to the seat of her pants and her upper thighs. On the front, the wetness was minimal as she was seated, though if the ends of the arms of the sweatshirts moved aside, one could see a clear wet spot on her crotch and a little bit on the thighs. I said, “You’re in the clear… just keep the sleeves of the sweatshirt where they are now.” The bus doors opened and people began to exit. I watched Leslie keenly as she stood and could just faintly tell the seat of her pants was darker than the rest of her black jeans. Another surprise revealed itself as she took a step towards the exit. The black jeans were not skin tight, but when she walked, a slight bulge was revealed and I realized she must have messed herself as well. To do so subtly and quietly… I was impressed. Imani was next to step out, and before her boyfriend could shield her rear end, I saw a wet patch the size of a fist and her ass was also clearly tightly clenched. They quickly stepped off the bus and I let Jocelyn off, walking behind her as an additional layer of protection (much like Imani’s boyfriend). We lined up at the entrance, waiting to be waved through by security. Jocelyn’s friends made small talk with her and myself as we waited in line, but they could tell Jocelyn was more reserved than usual and generally left her alone. The conversation did give Jocelyn some confidence, though, that folks weren’t going to immediately notice her accident. Leslie’s own accident was less and less obvious as her jeans dried in the sun, the temperature much warmer than the morning. I still glanced over for glimpses of the hint of a bulge that revealed itself when she stepped forward. Leslie’s refusal to show any awkwardness over her accident was just as much a turn-on as Jocelyn’s accident. Meanwhile, Imani was struggling much more as she hadn’t had much release on the bus. From behind, I easily saw when trickles escaped and ran down her thighs. First, one went down her left leg to the back of her knee. Next, another escaped on her right side as the left trickle grew to her ankle. A few steps further up and both trickles grew and droplets appeared on the pavement. Her boyfriend kept his arm around her, comforting her, but she couldn’t help as she began to wet herself in earnest in spurts. Her tan shorts were clearly wet, with a sort of triangle below the wet circle that occurred when she was on the bus. Her downfall came a few steps later, though, when I saw a bulge appear in the seat of her pants. Despite her tightly clenched ass, a load was clearly escaping regardless. It was first the size of a couple knuckles, but it soon grew to a golf ball, then a small orange. Each growth led to renewed peeing and she was leaving fist-sized puddles on the pavement now. I stared, fascinated by the way the bulge grew and how she peed in symmetry with her bowels. Her shorts showed clear pantylines, and the full cut panties she had clearly chosen at least paid off in containing her growing accident. A few others behind us almost certainly were watching the accident as well, but I couldn’t see Imani’s face from behind. I imagine she was mortified and I felt a pang of guilt for enjoying the show. After a couple more minutes of waiting and more leaks, Imani finally completely released. A loud fart escaped - loud enough to cause Leslie to turn around in surprise, finally noticing Imani’s accident - and the bulge seemingly doubled in size in just a couple seconds. Piss flowed freely down Imani’s legs, creating a sizable puddle on the asphalt. Leslie immediately went to comfort Imani, along with her boyfriend and Jocelyn. Leslie whispered something to Imani and Jocelyn pointed to my sweatshirt around her waist. Imani then took off her button-up, revealing a sports bra and her muscular abs. She wrapped the shirt around her waist the same way Jocelyn wrapped my sweatshirt and it did genuinely do a good job at hiding her accident. Since she had shorts, once she wiped down her legs a bit with her hands, the staining was concentrated in a small area. Her bulge was large enough I could tell while staring even through her shirt, but few would look that closely. I imagine it was a strange experience for the three girls to walk through the metal detector with accidents in their pants, but of course that did not set off any security and they were waved through, the guards likely not even looking closely enough to notice their accidents. However, once inside, a teacher confronted Imani. Ms. Boone was known as a rule follower and a mean teacher, and she immediately began telling Imani to put her shirt back on, claiming a sports bra was against school policy. A back and forth argument ensued, drawing a small crowd of our fellow students. Finally, Imani, in tears, took the shirt from around her waist and around her shoulders instead, revealing her accident. Ms. Boone made no comment on the accident and merely smiled smugly, stating, “Now you’re in dress code.” Ms. Boone walked away, her own tight windbreaker and black leggings showing off her own curves. Her walk even seemed condescending, and students in the crowd whispered to each other. Many came up to comfort Imani, calling Ms. Boone a bitch and other names. I, for one, was glad public opinion was on Imani’s side and it seemed no one judged her for her accident. Her boyfriend soon pulled her away from the crowd, though, presumably to help her clean up. Leslie, too, made a beeline to the nearest bathroom. I turned to Jocelyn and asked, “Should we go get you cleaned up?” Jocelyn nodded. She turned to her friends. “Hey, I’ll catch up with you later.” Her friends gave me a lingering look then smiled at her and walked away. I’m sure they thought we were escaping to hook up and that explained her newfound attention to me… Little did they know there was something else she had to take care of first! I said, “A bunch of students are going to the closest bathroom, let’s find one further away to get some privacy.” She nodded and we walked in silence through the park, not even looking at the rides. My sweatshirt did a good job of hiding her accident, though, and no one paid us any mind. We found a bathroom tucked away in a back corner of the amusement park and even better, it was a single occupancy bathroom. She stepped inside while I stood outside, not wanting to overstep my bounds. She turned around. “Would you mind… coming inside with me?” I said yes, thinking secretly, “That’s actually exactly what I wanted to hear.” I stepped in and closed and locked the door. She took off the sweatshirt and looked mournfully at the wet and slightly brown patch on the inside. I took it and threw it in the sink, not caring about the stain. I looked down and saw the entire rear end and upper half of her thighs were soaked from behind, in addition to a small portion of her crotch in the front. The tight jeans meant the bulge from her mess wasn’t too obvious, but you could tell between the left and right pantylines there was a bulge, drooping more to the left than the right. The wetness meant a brown stain had seeped through, too, about the size of the fist. Jocelyn looked in the mirror before unbuttoning her jeans. She gingerly pulled her jeans down, revealing purple hipster panties that were dark & soaked at the crotch and halfway up the ass and a slightly flattened load that threatened to spill out of the leg holes of her underwear. She gingerly waddled over to the toilet and dumped out her load before pulling her panties back up and flushing. I’m sure her panties and ass were still messy, but she seemed to think it was a lost cause to try to clean it up. She looked at me mournfully. “I’m sorry, this probably isn’t very sexy…” I didn’t say anything and merely strode over and kissed her as she stood there, messy and wet panties on and jeans around her knees. She returned the kiss and we made out passionately in the bathroom, too young and horny to realize what an unflattering setting it was. Soon, I was fingering her through her wet panties, the wet cotton driving me crazy. She paused for a moment, likely embarrassed I was touching her urine-soaked underwear, but her arousal took over and she let me finger her until her knees buckled slightly and she came. I felt a renewed wetness on my fingers. I was unsure what it was but I enjoyed the moment anyway. She came to her senses and pulled my jeans and boxer briefs down before sitting me on the toilet. She got on her knees and blew me. She was clearly not a rookie at this - I wouldn’t know, having not been around the popular kids much! - and I certainly was not complaining. After all I had seen and experienced today, I came in record time. Jocelyn swallowed then we both pulled our jeans up, slowly returning to our senses. She put my sweatshirt back around her waist and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. “Hopefully that pays you back for helping me so much… Do you mind if I keep this sweatshirt? I can give it back at the end of the day.” I nodded, not even put together enough to say words. We exchanged smiles one more time before stepping out of the bathroom, hoping no one noticed us both being in there. She returned to her friend group and I headed to the food court, feeling hungry for an early lunch. A couple of my friends were thinking the same thing and already seated. They waved me over and I stopped by to say hi before waiting in line to get a typical amusement park lunch - hot dog, fries, soda. I rejoined my friends and put the memories of my morning aside for a moment, eating my food and enjoying the company. My… interests, however, reared their head again when I saw Ms. Boone step away from her food for a moment to tell off a student for running in the food court - yet another rule no one cared about in the middle of an amusement park. A couple students hurriedly walk past and I thought I saw someone dump a packet into Ms. Boone’s open thermos… a few other students perked their eyes at the sight, but no one said a thing when Ms. Boone returned. I thought to myself, “Why would Ms. Boone keep working as a teacher when no one liked her… Here were students committing a literal crime against her, and none of us would rat them out.” There were some excited whispers from our friend group after seeing that, but obviously there was no immediate outcome - she sipped her drink, none the wiser, and we’d have to wait until later in the day to see if there was indeed anything put in her drink and what it was. Another sight caught my interest, though, as we finished our food and planned which ride to try out. The table next to ours had a group of girls eating and laughing, like us, but they drew my attention when one, a short Latina girl named Gabriela, was laughing particularly hard. I wasn’t sure what she was laughing at, but after a moment she wheezed between high-pitched laughing fits, “Help… I’m peeing…” I looked down beneath her ass on the picnic table. Indeed, a puddle formed as a clear stream flowed through the holes in the metal bench. My friends giggled and whispered to each other at the sight, but as they were normal people, they quickly moved onto a new conversation. I kept glancing as Gabriela finished peeing, laughing all the while. The steady stream slowed to a trickle, ending with several short spurts. The puddle surrounded her feet and her friends had scooted over to avoid the damage. Gabriela stood up, her tight black leggings practically see-thru and clearly showing a white thong. She spun 360 and bent over for her friends. “Is it obvious?” From where I sat, I could see the outline of a wet patch and it made the leggings more translucent than ever, but it wasn’t so obvious every bystander would notice. Her friends said essentially the same - one could only notice if one was looking closely - and Gabriela shrugged and she and her friends went off to ride rollercoasters as if nothing had happened. My hyperactive imagination wondered if her damp leggings would leave visible evidence on the seat of the rides she’d go on this afternoon… My friends soon after also got up to check out the rides. I promised I would join them in a second but first had to pee myself, having not gone since before we got on the bus. I went to the closest bathroom and was greeted with a line. There were two open arches facing away from each other, one the men’s and one the women’s. This format meant the line from inside the bathroom extended outside, and I was behind about five guys outside the arch while there were about ten women. While the men’s line moved quickly, aided by the presence of urinals, the line was long enough it gave me time to glance at the women’s line. Most were people I didn’t know and had no massive signs of desperation - occasional crossed legs, tapping foot - but the third in line was a girl I knew a little. She was a skinny and quiet goth-presenting girl named Demi, and her dark hair and shadowy make-up today was no different, though she dressed in the uniform khakis for once. Despite her reserved personality, she must have been extremely desperate as she blatantly held her crotch and crossed her legs, bouncing in place. She looked extremely embarrassed but refused to make eye contact with anyone else, though I tried to smile reassuringly to her. Soon, though, I was inside and able to do my business but unable to see Demi. After my uneventful trip inside the bathroom, I stepped out and saw Demi was still in line and still outside. The women’s line was moving slowly, even by standards of women’s lines. Demi was hunched over, clearly at her wit’s end. I realized it would be weird for me to stand there and stare, but I was given an excuse in a second when Ms. Boone stormed past the line into the bathroom. At first I thought that she maybe had to go and was flexing her power, but she looked angry, not worried. I heard banging, and soon after Ms. Boone was dragging a girl, Isabelle, out of the bathroom. Ms. Boone shouted, “You’ve held up this line for too long. Everyone’s been reporting a stall has been occupied for ages and it reeks of weed. I know you’re vaping in there, hand it over!” Isabel, an admittedly well known stoner, meekly handed over her e-cigarette from her hoodie pocket (I noted, bemused, that if she was using an e-cigarette, “reeking of weed” had to have been hyperbole by Ms. Boone, but I suppose now wasn’t the time to get into an argument). Ms. Boone commanded, “Alright, now to the bus. You’ll wait there and I’ll call your parents.” Isabel whined, “Okay, but I didn’t actually pee yet, can I pee first?” While no one liked Ms. Boone, it was absurd that she took the stall for so long and didn’t even pee and the other women in line rolled their eyes at her. Ms. Boone said, incredulous, “Absolutely not, you’ve used up enough time in there. Let’s go.” I was unsure if Isabel was truly desperate or just being a brat at Ms. Boone, but in response she stood in front of the crowd and peed freely, the ripped black jeans glistening for a moment while a puddle grew on the sidewalk cement. This show was also too much for Demi, and I saw a dark patch appear on her khakis around her hands that were thrust into her crotch. As her own accident grew and flowed down her pants, Demi sidled into the inside of the women’s bathroom and out of view. Fortunately, everyone else’s attention was on Isabel. If Isabel was looking for sympathy, she didn’t get it. I took a moment to glance at the glistening on Isabel’s pale legs visible through the rips and holes of her jeans. Ms. Boone said, “Well, now you don’t need the bathroom. Come with me.” As they marched away and I followed suit so I didn’t look TOO interested in things (though I took a moment to stare at the two foot wide puddle Isabel left behind, along with visible wet footprints), I noticed the black jeans hid Isabel’s accident quite well now that she wasn’t actively soaking her pants. Demi, on the other hand, would have a harder time hiding her accident. I felt bad, thinking of the embarrassing afternoon awaiting her, but she must have done a good job hiding, because I didn’t see her again until the lines for the buses. At that point, her pants were dried and aside from a faint outline around her crotch, rear, and thighs, her accident wasn’t visible. There were two other incidents, one small and one major, that caught my interest. One was while I was awaiting the drop tower. As I was in line, a brown-haired short but athletic girl from my grade, Brittany, left the ride laughing with her friends. I heard her friends saying, “I cannot believe you peed on that ride.” I was surprised, too, since Brittany was a boisterous girl and I couldn’t imagine she was scared. She said, loud enough for those of us in line to hear, “I don’t know what happened, we dropped and I just couldn’t help it!” She didn’t seem embarrassed, and her black track pants honestly didn’t show any visible sign of an accident. I thought I saw maybe a darker patch on her rear or some faint wet reflection of the sunlight, but it was probably just hopeful thinking. Either way, Brittany didn’t seem embarrassed and nothing else came of it other than the ride was paused as they cleaned her seat. I did have some lingering thoughts about how Brittany went the rest of the day in presumably soaked underwear, and I wished I could see what was under her track pants. The second incident occurred as the day was approaching the end. I had ridden all the rides I wanted, and at this point I was just sitting on a bench with a couple friends, talking about nothing in particular. As we talked, more and more students congregated near us so they wouldn’t miss the bus, since we were close to the entrance/exit. This was when I saw Demi’s dried but faint outline. Leslie and Gabriela passed by me as well, though I saw no evidence of their previous accidents on their dark colored clothing. I noticed Imani & Jocelyn arrive next. Imani’s shorts had dried and there was only a hint of her wetting herself, a slight line outlining the former wet patch. However, the slightly darker brown stain about the size of a dollar bill was noticeable if one checked out her ass, as I did, though there was no bulge anymore. No one paid her mind, people still blaming Ms. Boone for her embarrassment. Jocelyn was wearing my sweatshirt around her waist still and gave me a shy smile when she passed me, which I returned (I think… I at least hope it was a cute smile). It did a good job of hiding any potential evidence of an accident. The real show was when Ms. Boone arrived. She was speedwalking through the crowd of waiting students. I wondered where she was in a rush to, then I realized she was headed straight to the bathrooms at the entrance. As Boone passed me, I saw her rather voluptuous ass was clenched in her leggings, the outline of a thong visible. Imani’s boyfriend saw her next and got his friends’ attention before making his way to her path. Ms. Boone passed by a particularly dense group of students, not keen to give her any sort of respect or space, and Imani’s boyfriend took the opportunity to stick out his foot and trip Boone. It worked, and she had no idea which student had done it as she flew forward and towards the ground. Everyone heard a massive fart as she fell in surprise, fortunately catching herself with her hands and avoiding any injury. However, the fall was too much for her self-control and the crowd made a circle around her as she farted again and an unmistakable bulge formed, bypassing her thong. She laid still on her front, frozen in shock, as all the students witnessed her actively mess herself. The bulge grew upward at first before settling between her legs. You could watch the first solid turd curl up, followed by another, and the crackling & farting sounds were obvious for all to hear. After the solid load was emptied, Ms. Boone finally collected herself enough to get back on her feet, but as she did it another loud fart echoed and she let loose another load of looser, wetter poop. There was no doubt now she was spiked with laxatives. Additionally, the front of her leggings glistened and there was a wet patch on the ground where she laid the size of a dinner plate. Students around her, having no sympathy due to her earlier actions in the day and her general lack of sympathy throughout the school year, filmed her and laughed, and Ms. Boone had tears in her eyes as she speed walked to the bathroom, her legs glistening as she peed and her bulge drooping as she kept loudly messing herself. The less solid load and thong meant you could see the bulge expand down her thighs as she finally reached the bathroom. The students at my school, including the friends I was sitting with, were cheering and laughing, with my friend sitting next to me high fiving. I had no sympathy for her either, but I was a little more muted in my laughing because I was hiding my massive arousal. Eventually the crowd died down and began filing its way out to the buses and I was also in a decent enough state to get up from the bench. We were mostly on the same buses, but Jocelyn came by to tell me she was going to join some friends on a different bus. She asked if I wanted my hoodie back and that she could wash it and return it, and I said she could either keep it or I don’t mind taking it back now and washing it. She may have picked up on my intentions, because she gave me a wry smile then handed me my hoodie. As she walked away, I couldn’t see much evidence of her wetting, but could see a faint brown patch from her messing. I saw a similar stain on my hoodie, which I was more than happy to see. It certainly wasn’t in a position for me to put it on. I couldn’t smell anything, which is good - otherwise people might think I had an accident - but the pervert in me hoped if I got a closer whiff, I could smell the evidence of Jocelyn’s accident. However, I wasn’t about to huff my own hoodie while in line in front of a bunch of other students. Since Jocelyn and a few others had swapped buses, the seats were slightly jumbled and by the time I got on, the closest free seat was the front row behind the driver. Across the aisle were two girls, Destiny and Diana. They were friends through playing softball together. Meanwhile, there was one extra row in front of Destiny & Diana’s seat (that didn’t exist on my side of the aisle because of the driver’s seat) and it was taken up by supplies and one of our PE teachers, Ms. Romo. Ms. Romo, a fit Latina woman with her slightly messy hair in a bun, was wearing a school-themed t-shirt and athletic shorts. Destiny, a skinny and toned light-skinned Black girl, was wearing tight black biker shorts and a white t-shirt while Diana, a curvier brunette, wore a black t-shirt and ripped light blue “mom” jeans (in that they were a bit looser fitting). Since I didn’t really know them, I paid them no mind and vice versa and by the time we got on the highway, I had fallen asleep and napped for most of the ride back. When I woke up, we were getting off the highway and I was a little surprised to see the show awaiting me. Diana was hunched over, hugging her own stomach, while Destiny had her hands thrust in her lap and was tapping her feet rapidly. I had a whole seat to myself, so I leaned back against the window in a way where I could pretend I was scrolling through my phone but kept Destiny & Diana in my sight. Diana winced as she bent forward even more. I immediately thought she must have farted - or more - but with the bus engine running and kids laughing and talking throughout, I didn’t hear anything. A moment later, I thought I smelled the faint hint of a fart, confirming my suspicions. I thought maybe Destiny would react to it, but she was too busy rocking back and forth as she held herself. Destiny sat closer to me by the aisle, so I could see her toned legs, exposed by her tight biker shorts, bouncing rapidly as she concentrated on holding back a flood. Now on the city roads, the bus had to brake and accelerate for traffic & traffic lights. We weren’t on the smooth highway asphalt and the city roads varied widely in quality. This was demonstrated by a particularly bad pothole that caused multiple people to bounce in their seats. I felt the back of my head hit the window, and I flinched in pain as I rubbed the back of my head. I didn’t lose line of sight with the two girls, though, and I saw they fared even worse than me. Destiny clearly leaked, a trickle flowing down the front of her bus seat - the material absorbing nothing. Diana bounced forward when the bus hit the pothole, since she was already leaning forward. With her arms around her stomach, she couldn’t brace herself and lightly hit her forehead against the seat in front of her. She put her hands on her head in surprise and pain, but her facial expression quickly turned from pain to shock. She froze before leaning over to her left a little. I couldn’t see any details, but I was pretty sure she was losing control and lifting her rear off the seat a little to avoid a messier, crushed load. She buried her face in her hands. Destiny must have realized what was happening and pulled her hands out of her crotch. I could see they were glistening wet and she took a moment to dry them on her biker shorts before putting her arm around Diana, whispering something to her. The change in position and removing her hands was the last straw for her, and as she comforted Diana I could see a growing trickle flow down from beneath Destiny to the front of her bus seat and onto the bus floor. A puddle grew from a few droplets to over a foot wide, sloshing back and forth slightly with the bus’s movement. Diana’s accident was confirmed as I slowly started to smell the unmistakable scent of a fresh load. For the next few minutes, the scent was faint, but after a few more minutes, the scent became significantly stronger. My first thought was Diana let more go, but regardless of the reason, it was now strong enough there were a few comments and whispers from the rest of the bus. Finally, someone shouted, “What is that smell? Who shit themselves?!” The bus erupted in laughter. Despite no one knowing it was Diana yet, she looked close to tears. Destiny held Diana closer and whispered something, presumably comforting her. They talked in hushed whispers for a little longer before Destiny grabbed the top of the seat in front of her and hoisted herself to a half-standing position. With her butt off the seat, I could see the glistening of the bus seat surface and her black shorts from her earlier wetting. I had a suspicion of what Destiny would do, but even I scarcely believed it as I saw her bear down slightly and a slight bulge appear, the tight thin material doing nothing to hide the act. Diana looked shocked, too, as the bulge grew. At this point, we were pulling up to the school parking lot where we would either get in our cars or get picked up, and Destiny finished messing herself - leaving a very obvious bulge the size of an orange in her tight shorts. What a good friend Destiny was, I thought. Finally, the bus doors opened and Ms. Romo got up first and rushed off the bus. I thought she would wait to help other teachers clear out the bus, but as she stepped off, I saw a glimpse of a rather obvious bulge in the seat of her blue athletic shorts as well. THAT must explain the stronger smell soon after Diana first had her accident… Diana got off next, with Destiny blocking the view. I was close enough though that I saw a wet spot the size of a dinner plate on her jeans - even though it wasn’t a full wetting, she clearly must have peed some when she pooped. Her jeans were rather loose around the legs, but Diana’s curvaceous butt pressed against her jeans enough that I could make out the bulge as well. It wasn’t nearly as obvious as Destiny’s, who stepped out next. A couple people saw her obvious accident and began to giggle, but I decided to be a good Samaritan and immediately got up behind her and blocked the view. Well, to be honest, I also got up to get out as quickly as possible so no one else on the bus would see the major bulge I was hiding in the front… Fortunately for me the driver was busy talking to the other bus driver out of the window and the ladies in front of me didn’t look back. Ms. Romo, Diana, & Destiny eventually disappeared to their cars - along with another teacher, Ms. Mathers, a mid-twenties woman with dirty blonde hair whose tight blue jeans sported a wet spot that grew from a subtle line up the seams of her jeans to a growing patch extending from below her rather plump rear down her thighs as she hurried to her car before anyone else noticed. I knew I had a while to wait before my parents could pick me up and I needed to hide my obvious arousal, so I sat on the curb, hand on my lap, while others either got to their cars or got picked up. Dismissal was a hectic affair, with at least three staff - Romo, Mathers, & Boone - already gone and not helping with traffic or coordination. Eventually, though, the crowd dwindled until it was myself and two other girls waiting for their rides and two teachers who finished off the dismissal process. Girl number 1 was Danielle, a short straight-haired brunette with a pretty face. She was wearing somewhat form-fitting army green pants that seemed halfway between cargo pants and khakis. They were still tight enough to show a clear pantyline, made more obvious by the consistent leg crossing. Her white shirt was tied up in a way that revealed her toned midriff, but I was too busy glancing at her ass, which in addition to being quite attractive seemed to clench subtly at times. These signs were obvious to me but maybe not too obvious, which was unsurprising - Danielle was a feminine and popular girl who cared about how people perceived her. Ava was girl number 2, and she was a tall Latina who played on our basketball team, a fact she showed off with her team shirt, which was white. To match, she wore white sweatpants that were also tight enough to show off her full cut pantylines as well. Despite both being obvious in their desperation, Ava was almost showing it off, dancing in place and pacing while she openly held her crotch. She was always an exuberant character, so clearly she felt no embarrassment with her over the top mannerisms. The two remaining teachers couldn’t be more different. Ms. Holly was a blonde sports coach and clearly decided to stay comfortable, her muscular arms on show with her tank top and her similarly muscular legs and ass showing off through her black leggings. Ms. Cherry was a brunette English teacher and dressed the part, with a white blouse going with blue semi-formal khakis. Despite Ms. Cherry’s more conservative outfit, I always secretly admired her rather well rounded ass, and two years straight with her meant I knew she always wore more conservative, full cut panties with clear pantylines through her pants (something I always rather liked to see, personally), and today was no exception. Ms. Holly, on the other hand, must have been wearing either a thong or no panties at all, as her leggings didn’t show a hint of a pantyline. The two teachers came up to us three seniors - myself sitting on the curb and the two women each three feet apart to my left. Ms. Cherry asked, “Do you know when your ride is coming?” Ava said, “My mom doesn’t get off work for another hour.” I nodded the same. Danielle said, “My mom decided not to pick me up so I had to text my sister, she’ll be here soon.” Danielle’s voice cracked towards the end of the sentence and she buckled a little, bending at the knees. Ms. Holly looked her up and down for a moment and then said, “Let’s see if we can get into the building then, because I gotta pee.” I decided Ms. Holly must not have been wearing panties at all because when she mentioned having to pee, I instinctively looked down at her crotch and saw she had a very obvious cameltoe. Obliviousness or a bit of naughtiness on her part, I didn’t know… Ms. Holly & Ms. Cherry walked up to the building and to their surprise and happiness, the badge worked. When we turned to look, I could see why Ms. Holly had suggested it and looked Danielle up and down. A subtle but visible wet spot the size of a half dollar coin was present right at the crotch of her army green pants. The two teachers beckoned us in but I said I was fine and Danielle said her sister would be here soon, but Ava gladly came in with them. While the others were inside, Danielle and I waited in silence, myself sitting on the curb while Danielle stood to my left. With no one else around, Danielle openly stood with her legs tightly crossed and her hands in her crotch. I pretended not to notice as I tried to watch with my peripheral vision. After a couple minutes, though, I heard a quiet, high pitched “eep” and couldn’t help but look over. Danielle was now facing away from me, clearly in the middle of turning around but frozen in shock. I realized why she was frozen by a now visible wet spot from behind, going down her thighs an inch, and a subtly visible initial bulge. The bulge grew a little as the wet spot darkened and this jolted Danielle into action. She finished turning around and shuffled over with a hand in her crotch to a patch of grass between the sidewalk and the school building. Facing away from me, she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down the moment she was over the grass. She then made her way behind a bush, blocking her from anyone who may be in the parking lot (though I don’t think there was anyone), but my angle still had clear line of sight. She pulled her pants down, revealing her white panties that sported a clear wet spot and slightly brown bulge. She then pulled down her panties and squatted, peeing even before she was fully squatted. She dumped out the small load in her panties as she pooped involuntarily too, and I watched, fascinated by my view of Danielle from behind. Eventually, though, she remembered to look around and I hurriedly looked away, pretending not to notice. I wasn’t sure if she bought it, but I was content to listen to her finish peeing and pooping, a hiss clearly audible from where I was sitting, along with the occasional soft fart. Eventually, I heard Danielle stand up and zip up her pants, and she returned to the sidewalk. I glanced over for a moment and saw a wet spot the size of a dinner plate on the front of her pants, but looked away before she noticed me staring. We stood in silence again until her sister arrived a couple minutes later, and Danielle sheepishly stepped into the front seat. Her rear no longer had a bulge or evidence of the beginnings of her messing accident, though it showed a clear wet spot as well. I could imagine her white panties were quite messy, though, with her inability to wipe herself, and that thought drove me a little crazy with arousal. Fortunately, I had calmed down by the time Ms. Cherry, Ms. Holly, and Ava had returned. Calm enough that I didn’t look guilty as Ms. Holly approached me. “The bathroom were locked inside so we’re going to drive Ava home instead of making her wait. Do you want a ride too?” Despite Ms. Holly’s best attempt at a teacher voice, sitting on the curb meant I was eye level with her obvious cameltoe and had front row seats to her knees slightly buckling as she tried to suppress a wave of desperation. She failed slightly, as a one second spurt escaped her. It was extremely obvious from where I sat, because her tight leggings did almost nothing to soak it up. Her cameltoe glistened for a split second before the spurt escaped entirely, shooting through her leggings and spattering on the ground right in front of me. I pretended not to notice as I said, “A ride would be much appreciated, I don’t know when anyone can pick me up.” Ms. Holly & Ms. Cherry led us to Ms. Cherry’s car, a four door sedan. We got in, Ms. Cherry in the driver’s seat, Ms. Holly in the front passenger’s seat, and myself & Ava in the back seats with myself behind Ms. Cherry and Ava behind Ms. Holly. We were soon on our way, with us headed to Ava’s house first. I did my best to avoid drawing attention to myself, but I couldn’t help but keep Ms. Holly & Ava in my peripheral vision. Ava was openly holding herself with her legs crossed, her tall figure hunched over in her seat. Her right foot, swinging wildly as it crossed over her left leg, made her desperation clear for all to see. Ms. Holly wasn’t openly holding herself, but her legs were tightly crossed as well and I knew already she was on the brink of totally losing control. With the focus on holding themselves, we rode in silence for the bulk of the ride. I sat back and tried to surreptitiously enjoy the view, and about halfway to Ava’s house, the plot thickened. A rather loud fart pierced the silence, and it came from directly on front of me. Ms. Cherry immediately squeaked, “Sorry!” and rolled down the window, though I could still smell that it was a rather pungent fart. Ava chimed in, “Don’t worry about it!” Then she released a fart herself, rolling down her window too. Ms. Holly & Ava glanced at me and mistook my fascination for consternation and began giggling as Ava apologized to me. I mumbled, “It’s fine, no worries,” but the two kept giggling at the bizarre situation and out of nervous embarrassment. After a few seconds, though, Ms. Holly stopped giggling suddenly and thrust her hands in her crotch and I knew she must have leaked again. Ava, too, renewed her grip on her crotch, though I saw no evidence of her losing control yet. This limbo of desperation continued until we pulled up to Ava’s home. Ava almost yanked the door open before the car came to a full stop and hurriedly said, “Thankyousomuchbyeseeyouatgraduation” then practically jumped out of the car. Staring intently, I saw just the hint of a wet spot on her rear and a growing bulge appearing. She must have been turtleheading throughout the car ride and couldn’t hold it back without her ass pressed against the set. The tight white sweatpants easily showed her pantylines, so a messy bulge had nowhere to hide as it grew while she hurried down the path to her front door. The white color began to show a faint brown stain as the growing bulge was joined by a dark wet patch growing down her legs, and Ava was still in the midst of an accident when she got her door open and got inside. At this point, too, Ms. Cherry started off driving to my house and I wasn’t sure if the two teachers saw Ava’s accident, though the imagery was as plain as day in my memory bank. Additionally, I tried to subtly swipe a feel of where Ava formerly sat and felt a tiniest hint of a wet patch, confirming what I saw. We drove in silence, but the excitement of knowing two of my attractive teachers were losing it made the drive fly by. While I couldn’t see Ms. Cherry, I could hear her involuntarily fart a couple more times, and I could see directly at Ms. Holly’s lap from my angle diagonal to her. Ms. Holly was focused on staring ahead out the window, so I threw out all decorum and stared at her tightly clenched crotch, knowing it was damp against her pussy. I was rewarded by the sight, 5 minutes in, to a renewed glisten on her crotch as Ms. Holly hunched forward in desperation. This spurt was intense enough that I saw a momentary puddle form on her crotch before it seeped between her legs to under her ass. This glistening spurt occurred one more time before we arrived at my house. I opened the car door, about to say my thanks for the ride, before Ms. Cherry asked me something I never dreamed of hearing. She said, “Is anyone home with you?” I wasn’t sure her intentions but I said, “No, mom’s still at work. I don’t have any siblings.” Ms. Cherry continued, “Okay, so this is super unprofessional… but can we come in to use your bathroom? I’m so sorry to ask.” I was actually more than happy to continue the show, but I tried to stay calm. “Of course, no worries. I’ll unlock the door and wait for you to park.” I was grateful for the time away as Ms. Cherry more formally parked the car on the street so I could adjust my boner, tucking it upwards against my boxer brief waistband. I tried to glance down and was satisfied it wasn’t visible before holding the door open for Ms. Holly & Ms. Cherry, who were now walking down the path from the sidewalk to my house’s main entrance. Ms. Holly’s black leggings didn’t show too much but they glistened faintly around the crotch and thighs and I imagine the car seat beneath her must have been quite wet. Ms. Cherry’s blue pants didn’t show a leak yet, though when she passed me I could tell her ass remained tightly clenched as she held on for dear life. Ms. Holly’s tight black leggings left nothing to the imagination later, and I could see the smallest of bulges as she was turtleheading, her lack of underwear meaning the head of her turd pressed directly against the tight, stretchy material. I followed them in and directed them down the hall to the bathroom, where Ms. Holly hurried into as the glistening wet patch ran down her thighs and her bulge grew from a tiny bump to a couple inches to nearly a fist as she closed the door. We could hear hissing and tinkling as Ms. Holly peed, along with a loud splash as she must have emptied her messy leggings, followed by more splashes. The audio must have been torture for Ms. Cherry, who now dropped all pretense and openly held herself as she fidgeted and waited. We could hear Ms. Holly finally switch to the toilet paper as she began the tedious work of cleaning herself up, but it was too late for Ms. Cherry. Standing in front of me, her blue khakis showed every step as she slowly lost control of her bowels, her ass slightly unclenching as a bulge began to form in the middle right between the visible left and right pantylines. Over 30 seconds, it grew from an initial bump to the size of a clementine before there was a pause. Another 30 seconds, though, and it grew to the size of an orange as a wet spot also appeared down her thighs about two inches, though she managed to hold the rest of her bladder. With my own hands pressed against my crotch to try to hide my arousal, this proved overwhelming for me and I doubled over slightly as I came in my pants at the sight, forcing myself to stay silent so Ms. Cherry wouldn’t notice. Soon after, Ms. Holly exited the bathroom and Ms. Cherry hurried in as we heard similar sounds as earlier, from the emptying of her panties to the peeing in the toilet bowl to the rustling of toilet paper. Ms. Holly’s black leggings didn’t really show much evidence of her partial accident, though she still blushed bright red at the sight of me. My hands still covered my crotch, making it look like I had to go too, but that meant my hands covered the now visible wet spot on my jeans from a different kind of accident. We waited in silence for Ms. Cherry to finish and come out, her blue khakis showing a clear wet spot on her crotch and from behind but now without a bulge, and the teachers thanked me profusely before I led them back to the front door. Now without my hand on my crotch, Ms. Cherry noticed my wet spot, but I assume she thought I had begun to wet myself and was in no position to judge, so the two teachers departed without comment. I stared a little at their respective rear ends, remembering the sight of their respective bulges I just witnessed, before it hit me - Ms. Cherry didn’t have her distinctive visible pantylines! I shut and locked the door and went inside the bathroom. Inside the trash was a layer of toilet paper. I felt a little ashamed of my perversion, but at this point I had to know - I moved the toilet paper aside and was greeted by soiled white panties. I pulled them out and saw a clear yellowed wet patch on the front and a very obvious brown stain throughout the rear, visible both inside and out. I felt myself hard again, and I shut the door as I focused on taking care of my… needs… with a whole day’s worth of memories to fantasize about.

Greetings, all. it was brought to my attention that there is a special challenge for creators in our community this month. The specific list of Omovember prompts I'm using can be found here. Between my writing style and my schedule for this month, I knew I wouldn't be able to do 30 stories in any reasonable amount of time, so I modified the challenge a little. Instead, I'm going to pick 1 prompt from each week and write a story from that (though, if I can incorporate more than one, I will try). So, that's 5 stories in 5 weeks. Some may be fanfiction, some will involve original characters. I already have some initial plans, but I'm open to ideas and feedback. I will try to update tags as appropriate. Anyway, y'all ain't here for an explanation, let's get on with the first week's story. _____________________ Week 1: Trying to Get Out of a Complicated Outfit Alexi loved Halloween. What she loved most about it was the costumes. Unfortunately, once you’re an adult, the opportunity to wear a costume is much more rare. So, when she was invited to a Halloween party by her new friends at the local game store, she was ecstatic. She resolved to take full advantage of the opportunity. Alexi was going to dress up as the original Harley Quinn design from Batman: the Animated Series. It was a personal favorite character of hers and an outfit she always thought was really cool. Alexi put her all into planning and preparing the costume to make sure it looked good through the entire party. She made sure to pre-wash and stretch the fabric, test various underclothes to make sure nothing would bunch up or look awkward, and buy waterproof makeup so she could eat and drink without smearing anything. The one thing Alexi hadn’t accounted for was how difficult it was to unzip a full body suit by yourself, especially while wearing gloves. A fact she wished she had thought of before drinking so much punch. And a fact she really wished she had thought of before waiting 10 minutes in line for the bathroom. Instead, here she was, standing in front of a clean and functional toilet with all the privacy she needed, desperately needing, but unable to pee because she couldn’t get this damn suit off. Alexi pulled off her gloves and stretched her arms around, trying so hard to get a grip on the zipper just below her neck. Between her panic and constant potty dance, this proved to be an impossible task. After a few minutes of struggle, Alexi was interrupted by a knock at the door. She was reminded that other people were waiting. Alexi decided her struggle to do this on her own was pointless. If she wanted to keep her costume clean, she was going to need some help. To keep up the illusion that she had actually used the bathroom, Alexi flushed the toilet and ran the sink- a sight which did nothing to help her current dilemma. Alexi left the bathroom just in time for a woman in an elegant vampire dress to shove past her and slam the door. Alexi drew on all her willpower to force herself to straighten up and walk away from the bathroom at a normal pace. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to notice she hadn’t actually peed, despite occupying the bathroom for several minutes. After rounding the corner, Alexi paused in the relative privacy of the doorway. She leaned over and held herself, taking in a few deep breaths. She peeked around the corner and scanned the crowd in the main room. If she was going to ask for help, she needed someone she trusted. More importantly, she needed someone she didn’t mind seeing her almost completely naked. Thankfully, she spotted just such a person. Across the floor stood Layla, Alexi’s girlfriend of the past four months. She had arrived late, so Alexi hadn’t seen her come in. Layla was wearing an absolutely stunning Cleopatra costume. If she weren’t about to explode, Alexi would have stopped to admire this beauty. Taking quick, but careful, steps, Alexi navigated across the floor to her girlfriend. She tapped Layla on the shoulder to get her attention. “Oh, ‘Lex, there you are! Good to see you, luv.” Layla greeted in that accent Alexi so adored. She pulled Alexi into a hug. Alexi bit her lip and lightly wrapped one arm around Layla. Normally, she would enjoy this affectionate display, but right now, Layla was pressing hard on her bladder. Once they let go, Alexi asked, “Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Layla scanned her face and frowned, “Yeah. Sure.” The women excused themselves from their group of friends and sidled over to an empty spot near the wall. “Everything alright?” Layla asked, concerned. “Well… kind of. Not really.” Alexi said, awkwardly fighting between not wanting her girlfriend to worry and wanting to communicate the urgency of the situation. “It’s just… Can you come to the bathroom with me?” Alexi blurted out. “...I can’t get the zipper down on my own…” “Oh.” Layla responded, looking over her girlfriend while she danced in place. “Yeah, of course.” The duo left the main room and headed toward the bathroom. As soon as they entered the hallway, Alexi froze in place, doubling over. The only thing stronger than her urge to pee was her terror at the sight of the long line of people waiting. There were six people standing outside the bathroom door, some of whom looked quite impatient themselves. Even assuming everything went smoothly, Alexi estimated she would have to wait at least 10 more minutes. Probably longer. Alexi tugged on her girlfriend’s arm. “Hey, you’ve been here before. Is there another bathroom?” She whispered, “I don’t think I can wait much longer.” She added, staring at Layla with pleading eyes. Layla thought for a moment and frowned. “Sorry, there is another one in the upstairs bedroom, but Dave keeps that locked ever since he caught Sam and Lee shacking up in there last year.” Alexi didn’t say anything in response. She only whimpered and continued to bob up and down, thighs clenched tightly together. Layla patted the desperate girl’s shoulder. “Wait here a moment.” Was all she said before dashing off. Alexi had no idea what was happening, but she really hoped that meant Layla had a plan. Maybe she was asking Dave for the bedroom key? That would be really embarrassing, but so would peeing herself all over his floor. Alexi shifted from one foot to the other, waiting for her girlfriend to reappear. She watched the queue for the bathroom, which was not moving at all. After about a minute, Layla swung around the corner with her bag over her shoulder. She grabbed Alexi’s arm and pulled her further down the hallway. That sudden movement caused Alexi to let out a small squeak. She shoved her free hand into her crotch to make sure that was all she let out while struggling to match her girlfriend’s pace. They stopped in an empty hall next to a sliding glass door. “What are you doing?” Alexi asked, resuming her desperate dance. “There’s a spot in the yard between the fence and some bushes that’s totally hidden. You should be able to pop a squat there without anyone seeing.” Alexi was so stunned she stopped moving. “You want me to pee on the side of his house?” She hissed. “Ideally, you’d aim away from the house.” Layla shrugged, “But yeah.” Alexi stared at her. Sure, this was an emergency, but peeing outside? In her friend’s yard, no less? “Unless you want to try the queue and risk walking home in wet knickers.” Alexi glanced down the hall. She wasn’t sure she could even make it to the bathroom door, much less wait in line. She shivered at the thought. “Ok.” She relented. “But you’re sure it’s safe?” “As long as you’re quick, I promise, no one will notice.” Alexi couldn’t imagine going slow at a time like this. Layla slid the door open and scanned the yard. It was empty and mostly dark, lit only by the nearby street lights. She stepped outside and beckoned her bursting girlfriend to follow. Alexi waddled after her, both hands firmly between her thighs. Layla shut the door, then led Alexi to a corner of the yard. Directly beneath one of the windows was a small patch of dirt enclosed by the bushes, the house, and the fence with just enough room for a person to squat down. “Ok, luv, turn around and let’s get that costume off before you wee yourself.” Alexi didn’t have time to complain about Layla’s choice of words. She just stood in the dirt, facing the side of the house, trying to stay as still as possible to make Layla’s job easier. She felt Layla’s hands sliding against her upper back, sending tingles down Alexi’s spine. Usually, this was a good thing. Right now, it just made her want to let go even more. “Where’s the zipper?” Layla asked. “Under the neck ruffles. There’s a flap that covers it.” Alexi felt Layla reach under her collar. “Got it!” Layla shouted. “Please hurry!” Alexi pleaded. She twisted her legs together. Her breathing became heavier. A chill ran through her entire body. This was going to be close. The zipper smoothly glided down Alexi’s back. The fabric loosened its grip on her. “You’re good to go!” Layla said with a chuckle. “Keep a lookout, ok?” “Of course. It’s my job to preside over the Nile.” Layla joked. Alexi didn’t process that quip. She didn’t have the time. Alexi grabbed the fabric around her shoulders and began pulling the bodysuit down as quickly as possible. The top half came off without much resistance, leaving Alexi’s upper body exposed aside from the detached hood and a sports bra. Now, there was one last big hurdle to clear. In order to get the outfit the rest of the way down, Alexi would need to spread her legs. She was afraid her clenched thighs were the only thing holding back the flood. Alexi took a deep breath and shoved her right hand down the front of her costume. She slid her hand over the front of her panties and held on for dear life. With her left arm, Alexi grabbed a handful of the spandex between her legs. In a flash, she parted her legs and pulled her costume down to her knees. Alexi wrapped the empty part of the suit around her left arm and held it up as high as she could, hoping to keep it clear of the splash zone. With one last, deep, breath, Alexi pulled down her underwear, exposing her quivering womanhood just in time for a spurt of pee to shoot onto the ground. Alexi used her right hand to lift her panties out of the way and fell into a deep squat. While she was still lowering herself, she lost her last bit of control. A powerful stream exploded out of her, tracing a line in the dirt. Once Alexi was in position, the spray settled into an arc that reached nearly three feet in front of her. Between the two women, the only sounds were the loud hiss of pee shooting out from between Alexi’s thighs and the roar of this urine impacting against the dirt. Soon, these sounds were joined by a scattered trickle as Alexi continued to expel liquid faster than the ground could absorb it. Alexi held her breath as she tried to steady herself, making sure she held her clothes far enough away. It would be a shame for her to come so far and last so long, only for her clothes to fall into her raging torrent. Once she was confident things were as safe as possible, Alexi looked down at the line of piss flying out of her. She was impressed by how much she had held in and how fast it was coming out. She could see a small divot carved in the dirt where it hit. When she finally breathed out, Alexi’s whole body began to relax. She shivered as goosebumps covered her exposed flesh. She leaned her head back and let out an involuntary moan. “Oh, my! Don’t think I’ve heard you make that sound before.” Layla teased. Alexi couldn’t respond. She was too busy balancing the pleasure of release with the need to keep her body in position. As good as it felt, she had to keep her aim true. Alexi couldn’t let herself get distracted and either fall over or drop her clothes. The surge of urine kept its full pressure for half a minute. Afterward, the stream gradually began to slow down, losing strength and intensity. Alexi shifted her feet as the end of her spray drew closer to its source. Finally, after what must have been more than a minute, Alexi’s waterfall reduced to a small trickle, then a slight drip. Alexi pushed out a few last spurts, then she finally felt empty. She gave one last contented sigh. Alexi felt so much better. There was still a dull throb in her abdomen as her overworked bladder tried to recover. Her legs were starting to burn from squatting for so long. But her relief overpowered all of that. Alexi lifted herself up slightly and glanced back at her girlfriend. Layla was already holding a package of tissues over her shoulder. “Thank you.” Alexi said meekly. Being careful not to drip on her costume, Alexi took a couple tissues and wiped herself. “What do I do with these?” She asked. “They’re biodegradable.” Layla answered, “Just chuck them behind the bushes, luv, they’ll wear away before anyone sees.” “You’re always so prepared.” Alexi said in admiration of her girlfriend’s forethought. Now that she was cleaned up, Alexi pulled her panties up and stood up. She took a few steps back to get clear of her puddle. She couldn’t help but be a little impressed at the small lake she managed to create. “Your knickers still dry?” Layla asked as she helped her girlfriend zip her bodysuit back up. “Y-yeah!” Alexi responded, indignantly. “Good, wouldn’t want them ruined so early.” Once everything was back in place, Alexi whirled around and gave her girlfriend a big hug. “Thank you so much.” She said, nuzzling her head into Layla’s shoulder. “No problem. Just do me one favor…” Layla pulled back and gazed into Alexi’s eyes with a smirk. “Go light on the punch for now.” Layla said, “Wouldn’t want you to pop before the afterparty at my place.” She punctuated this statement with a kiss on Alexi’s forehead. Alexi stared at her, dumbfounded. “Now, let’s get back to the party before people start asking questions.” “R-right!” Alexi said, shaking out of her daze. She was really happy her entire face was painted. Alexi was almost certain she spent the rest of the night blushing.

Hey guys, this is my first time sharing a personal experience here other than my fear wetting accidents. So if you guys know me i am mostly into fear wettings, but not quite into the normal omorashi stuff. Today i felt like i am getting to like it more, i was just having fun. Tbh i was too tired to get up and use the bathroom and i was playing a Truth or Dare game with my good friend here @DerekOmoso he often dares me to hold it if i am desperate. So i was like why not. I held it for a few hours but was starting to get desperate when finally he dared me to leak a little bit. I was wearing sweatpants then and decided i’d take on the dare. And started leaking a little bit until a little damp spot appeared. Then i was like fuck it i am gonna go all in and empty my whole bladder in my sweatpants just for the naughty feeling i’d feel. So i went into my bathtub and started fully wetting my sweatpants. The warmth felt really good and funny actually as it flowed and leaked down to my feet. I think i liked it. I stayed a few minutes in my sweatpants then showered and went back to my normal life lol. When i often wet myself it’s due to an accident, or because of a fearful situation because my bladder is small. But i found out it feels entirely different when i do it on purpose. I guess that’s pretty much it, just decided to share my experience here, thoughts? ^_^

Guys, the time has come for a change! I've made the big mistake of creating to many different threads in the art section, that now I can't keep up with everything anymore lol So, after thinking about it for a while, I decided to open one last thread, this one, where all of my art is going to get posted in the future. This includes my random pee illustrations, the "olympeecs" series and maybe some other fun ideas that I'm planning for the future - only "ethnic bladders" will remain as a separate thread. Maybe I'm being dramatic right now, but this decision, as unsignificant as it is, does feel like the start of something new for me, the beginning of a new chapter for my omo art and I'm excited to see how things are going to turn out. There's probably going to be a lot of experimenting around in the beginning since I'm still trying to find an artstyle that suits me and my illustrations. For everyone who's been following my art, this is the place were you can come and (hopefully) enjoy my illustrations from now on! ... and for those who just discovered me and wonder what the artworks I made are all about, it's mainly desperation and just made it scenarios with original female characters, so if this is something you like then you came to the right place

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