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  1. Hello, good evening (here where I live is at night) today I come to bring you something that happened to me a long time ago. I've been playing games online for a while and a while ago in the game league of legends I came across a guy who had been playing for about ten hours. I used to play with that boy every day, it did not matter, he was very competitive and once he started playing, he did not move from his chair to practically nothing. I do not have a peephole on my pc but the reason why I put skype so that it was guiding me in the game, the case is that I heard it a bit strange, it seemed nervous but associated it with some losing streak. The game is known to have very long games, 30 to 60 minutes per game and that began to become unusually long we were going for 43 minutes, I think it was getting boring, when I began to hear him moan and move in his chair . I asked him about the game chat and he said that maybe he needed to go to the bathroom, but even so he was thinking about staying until the end of the game (I was surprised how determined he was because to play he needed both hands and seemed to be moving a lot). About ten minutes Afterwards it had become very obvious that he was having a lot of "bad" sounds of effort to retain to the point of growling. I was really getting very horny and wished that the game would not end until he exceeded his ability to endure. I heard vaguely a "fuck" with a high level of despair but unfortunately soon after the game started to run. It was a small disappointment for me but since then I have been hoping that it will happen again XD hope never gets lost
  2. Live Action Omorashi

    I've noticed a lot of threads about people holding it, and then posting what is happening to them as time passes. I've decided to consolidate this into a single thread in order to keep the board from getting cluttered. I will keep this short and sweet. Basically, if you're holding it right now and you want an audience, go ahead and post in this thread. Mention things such as your level of desperation and provide as many details as you can. While I would prefer all live action stuff to go in this thread, that doesn't mean you are obligated to do it. If you would rather, you could always hold it, do what needs to be done, and then post a separate thread about what happened. This is subject to change as questions and problems arise.
  3. So, I'm not sure if a topic synonymous with this one has been created, and if it has please let me know so as to keep me from cluttering this website. But to the main content. This topic is intended to be a place where members post the oddest places that they care to mention where they have tried to get relief (either with success, faliure, or disaster). I don't have much time, so I'm afraid for now I will only be able to post one occasion, but it is the most in-depth and probably most enjoyable, as I managed to accidentally pee where I shouldn't have when I wasn't desperate. Note: Generally, I would rather post much smaller descriptions of the places and events. This one is so complicated! I was car-sitting while my parents were shopping. My grandfather would come by in a while to give us... I don't exactly remember. I was working on a project on an old laptop and so was completely absorbed with trying to get as much work done as possible before the grey-haired battery died. This kept me from paying much attention to my tank until I had come to a pretty good stopping place on the project and was also seriously concerned that I would wet myself. Not wanting to risk being seen by shooting straight out the door, I found what should have been thrown away by rule but I was glad it hadn't been: a crushed (but intact) water bottle. I peed into the bottle until it was full, clenched like I was hanging off Cloud City in STAR WARS V, and then emptied it out the passenger door. I did this a second time, and by then was well out of danger. But the perfect country in me wanted to be completely empty despite sense telling me to quit. I started to fill the bottle again, but around 6/10 full I dropped it. For about 1.4 seconds I just [sat kneeling?] there as both the bottle and myself poured onto the (thankfully rubber and not carpeted!) car floor. Managed to stop before things got too out of hand, and after I emptied the bottle I was grateful to find a roll of toilet paper and a "trash" bag (I don't remember if they were for travel purposes or for noses). I covered the mess in toilet paper, wadded and threw it away (thankfully it didn't break apart), and wiped up what was left. When my grandfather called to say he would be there soon, I said "One thing [you should know]. There's a puddle of water outside the passenger door. (him: okay...) Well, it's not water. So [chuckle] don't step in it. (him: [laugh] Okay!) Pretty normal shopping trip after that. The end. So, whaddya think? Is this topic worth hanging around (no pun intended, the topic is doing the hanging in the slang sense of the phrase)
  4. Mack

    I have been thinking about this story for what feels like forever, but I've been very bad about writing. It will have five chapters, the way I have it pictured, so by posting the first (short, introductory) section, I'm trying to force myself into getting it all written down. We'll see how that works out :) ***** Gina Sanchez groaned and placed a hand over her protruding belly. Her OB-GYN appointment was in 45 minutes, and she had just walked out to the parking lot to find her front tire hopelessly flat. Gina sighed and reached into her purse for her AAA card and phone. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” the voice from the hotline said, “but our volume of calls is higher than usual at the moment. Because you’re in a safe area, other calls take priority. It will likely be at least an hour before we can get someone out to help you.” Gina sighed again and thanked the person on the phone. She looked back toward the school, trying to decide what to do next. She could just call a cab or ride-share, she supposed, and then come back after her appointment. She leaned back against the car to take some of the weight off of her feet. At six months pregnant, she knew she wasn’t as big as she was going to be, but the extra pounds of pregnancy – not to mention the odd distribution of the weight – took a lot of getting used to. Although their suburb was reasonably small and welcoming, Gina and her husband, Hector, had lived there less than a year, so she hadn’t made any friends who she felt comfortable calling for help in the middle of the day. While Hector started his surgical residency at the hospital in the city, Gina had gotten a job as an art teacher at the local high school. The position was only half-time; like most schools, the district couldn’t afford a full arts curriculum, so courses were only offered in the morning. Although there were usually opportunities for Gina to sub for other teachers in the afternoons, the job allowed her plenty of flexibility to prepare for the baby. Of course, that flexibility would be put to the test now. Instead of going to the doctor and then taking the rest of the afternoon to cook and continue preparing the house, Gina would have to work in a trip to the mechanics to get the tire fixed. Just as she was about to pick up her phone again to order a ride, Gina caught sight of a tall figure walking out of the school. Dominic Mackenzie - called “Mack,” as any guy with the last name of Mackenzie was legally obliged to be - was an 18-year-old senior. Gina hadn’t had him in class, but every teacher at the high school knew Mack. Everyone knew him, Gina thought, and very few would have done what she was about to do. “Dominic!” Gina called, waving across the parking lot. Mack turned and squinted. He hesitated, his face masked of any real emotion, but then started walking toward Mrs. Sanchez’s car. Gina inhaled deeply. She knew about Mack, of course, but she’d never personally had any problems with him. And ultimately, the important thing about the boy at the moment was that he worked at a local garage, so Gina was reasonably sure he knew how to change a tire. The unimportant, though not entirely irrelevant thing was that Mack had a fairly outsized reputation at the school. Gina tried not to listen to all of the rumors, of course, bandied about by students and teachers alike, but one set of facts remained undeniable: about three months ago, just before winter break, Mack and another student had gotten into a vicious fight, ending with Mack breaking the other boy’s jaw. Such violence from a high schooler, especially at a school not at all known for aggression among the students, was bound to create stories. Mack was a gang member, Mack was an enforcer for a drug ring in the city, Mack was the young leader of an underground fight club…Gina didn’t take any of these rumors at face value, but Mack had exactly the kind of quiet personality and lack of social connections that all but urged others to fill in the blanks on his unknown story. Mack’s tall, dark, and broad-shouldered stature only added to the bad-boy persona that the entire school seemed willing to foist upon him. “What’s going on, Mrs. Sanchez?” Mack asked, quietly but not prohibitively. The boy was certainly intimidating, staring down at her from under thick eyebrows, but Gina wasn’t fearful by nature. She had a problem, and this young man could help her fix it. Gina smiled and gestured toward the completely flat tire. “I have a spare in the trunk, but I can’t do it myself. Could you please help me?” Mack paused. In a split second, unseen by Mrs. Sanchez, dozens of thoughts and considerations flew through his mind. But all he said was “Of course. Can you pop the trunk?” Gina grinned, relieved. She pulled the trunk open and stepped aside. With practiced hands, Mack lifted the cover and pulled out the lug wrench and wheel wedges. “It doesn’t take long, right?” Gina asked, more to make conversation than out of any real concern for the time. “Just a few minutes,” Mack replied, kicking the wedges under the opposite tire. He didn’t mean to be curt, but he hadn’t planned on the ten to fifteen extra minutes. Not that he would have left a pregnant woman in need of help, of course, but keeping his schedule was very important. “You’re not going to be late, are you?” Gina continued as Mack raised the jack. Mack didn’t answer right away, so Gina continued. “You go Dermot’s in the afternoons, right?” Dermot’s Garage was the mechanic where Mack worked. Apprenticed, really. “I’ll be fine,” the teen responded. He was now crouched down, loosening the lug nuts from the flat tire. Gina gave up trying to make conversation. Mack wasn’t being rude, she knew, but if he wasn’t big on chatting – at the very least, not with teachers outside of school – she wasn’t going to force it from him, especially not when he was already doing her a favor. Mack worked efficiently but thoroughly, removing the flat tire and placing it in the well in the trunk. He stood at the back of the car for just a moment before returning to the front wheel. He placed the spare onto the wheel and began tightening the bolts, alternating back and forth across the wheel to keep the tire balanced. Gina didn’t really know anything about changing tires, so she didn’t notice the brief, oddly-spaced hesitations in Mack’s work, or how he subtly shifted position multiple times. Mack had been honest when he’d told Mrs. Sanchez that it wouldn’t take long, but minutes mattered. Mack gnawed on the inside of his lip, glad that the work was almost finished. The spare in place, Mack lowered the jack and walked to the other side of the car to pick up the wedges. As he stood up, wedges in hand, he froze for a second. Gina, who was inspecting the spare tire placement (not really knowing what she was looking for, other than that it looked straight and secure), didn’t see. By the time she looked up, Mack was returning the materials to the trunk and securing the cover. “Thank you so much, Dominic,” Gina said, once again using his first name as a marker of professional distinction. “No problem, Mrs. Sanchez,” Mack nodded once in acknowledgement and turned to leave. “Can I pay you?” Gina asked, raising her voice to call him back. Mack paused, but didn’t turn around. “I don’t have a lot of cash, but I can give you something for your time-“ “It’s fine,” Mack interrupted, his voice clipped with a sense that Gina couldn’t quite interpret. He was facing away from her, but looked sideways over his shoulder. “Well, is there anything el-“ Gina cut herself off. There was an odd sound, a kind of trickling that seemed amplified in the school parking lot. Momentarily confused, Gina started to speak. “Dominic? What-“ But she cut herself off again as she noticed a puddle growing around Mack’s right foot. Instantly, realization snapped into place, and she shut her mouth abruptly. For several long, uncomfortable seconds that seemed like much longer, student and teacher stood without speaking, with only the terribly out-of-place sound of liquid rushing against fabric before pattering onto the asphalt between them. When the sound finally stopped, Mack exhaled slowly. The right leg of his jeans was soaked, as were his left sock and shoe. “Dominic…” Gina breathed, unsure of what to say or do. Mack kept his feet planted, facing away from Mrs. Sanchez. He knew she couldn’t see the full stain on his jeans, but the sound and the puddle on the ground were plenty incriminating. There’s no way she didn’t know what had just happened. “That’s just a donut, not a full spare,” Mack spoke softly but evenly over his shoulder. “So you don’t want to go over 50 miles per hour. You’ll want to get it replaced as soon as you can.” Gina blinked, not quite able to process the past 60 seconds. “Dominic, are you-“ Mack raised his head and met Mrs. Sanchez’s eyes. His gaze was steady and unabashed. “Do you need anything else, Mrs. Sanchez?” Gina’s mouth was slightly open, but she straightened her neck and tried to follow the student’s lead. “No, Dominic,” she deliberately kept her voice clear. If Mack was going to continue as if nothing happened, then so would she. “I really appreciate your help.” Mack nodded and strode away, leaving Gina wondering what exactly had just happened.
  5. More Male Bedwetting Content?

    So I was looking over the video/upload stats the other day and noticed that there weren't very many male bedwetting videos (or male wetting videos in general). as a girl who loves these kinds of things, I wanted to encourage people to post more of these. For all those guys out there who ask ladies to make videos, this is your chance to step up. You don't need to show your face (don't), or do anything fancy, just lay down in a bed with a full bladder (and mattress cover, use a garbage bag if you don't have one), point a camera at your diaper-area, and after a little pretend sleeping, let loose and shamefully flood the bed. Also, for those who aren't into making videos, I totally get it, go on the hunt! Do it for me ;) Happy hunting. Rach
  6. A/N: In this thread I will post all of the fics I do for a user on this site. For now, we're going to have a wide variety of cartoons, with both male and female omorashi popping up, depending on the story. This first one focuses on Frankie from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. Frankie often busies herself with chores, to the point that she gets lost in them and forgets to take care of her other needs. That’s exactly what she’s doing one day, when she realizes that she feels the urge to pee, something that has probably been going on for a while, but that she’s only just noticed. Since it’s already at a point that she really can’t ignore, she decides to go ahead and take care of that as quickly as she can, and heads off to look for the bathroom. The first bathroom that she comes to has a bit of a line of imaginary friends, and she isn’t sure if it’ll be worth waiting, when she can just find another one with less of a wait. However, every bathroom that she comes across seems to be the same situation, and she continues searching, her desperation growing with each step that she takes. Her bladder is more full than she realized, and even walking proves to be a bit of a pain, causing her overfull bladder to slosh, and make her afraid that she might leak. It’s rare that she’s in a situation where she’s this desperate, and she prays that she doesn’t end up in a situation where she actually wets herself. All she can do is try to hold back as much as possible, pressing on in the hopes that at least one bathroom won’t have a ridiculous wait time. Even a small line would be fine, though, in the back of her mind, she knows that if she’d just waited at the first one she came to, then she probably would have been able to go by now, she tries not to think about that. No point in dwelling on the past now. Frankie is growing so desperate now that she can’t believe she ever let it get this bad.It hasn’t been this bad in a really long time, and she’s starting to panic, wondering if she really is going to be pushed so far that she wets herself. More than anything, she wants to avoid that happening, but by now, she can’t even walk normally. After passing so many bathrooms, it’s obvious to anyone who notices how strangely she’s walking that she’s dealing with a full bladder, and she wonders if there’s any bathroom in the house that isn’t constantly in use. Her bladder aches for relief, but no matter how she searches, she can’t find it. The lines are so bad, and her bladder is so full, and she’s beginning to panic, really not sure now if she’s going to be able to make it or not. She whimpers, imagining the humiliation that would occur if she were to wet herself in the house. After all, she would be the one who’d have to clean it up, and walk around in her wet clothes, and everyone would soon know what had happened to her. No matter what, she has to avoid that outcome. She knows that she absolutely can’t take it anymore, and so, she makes a mad dash for the kitchen, or, at least, she moves as quickly as she can right now without losing control of her over full bladder. It’s hard to move without leaking too much, though she does lose a few drops along the way, which only increases her panic. Frankie knows that she’s got only one choice, and that’s to use the sink before she humiliates herself by wetting herself. She’s absolutely trembling by the time she makes it into the kitchen, and she’s relieved to see that, as expected, there’s no one else around. Hiking up her skirt, she heaves herself up onto the sink, yanking down her panties as she sits over it, and that is all the time she has left before the dam breaks and she lets loose, hot pee gushing out of her into the sink as she heaves a huge sigh of relief. It is that exact moment with Mac, still a frequent visitor of the house even after turning eighteen, walks into the kitchen and gets an eyeful of exactly how Frankie has chosen to relieve herself in her desperation. He can’t help but openly stare at her in his shock, and she lets out a shriek when she sees him, even more thrown when she sees how visibly aroused he’s become, and she shouts, “Mac, don’t look!” However, at this point, he can’t turn away and she can’t stop the flood, so all she can do is blush and look away from him as she finishes peeing in front of him. She’s never experienced something so strange and embarrassing in all of her life. Once she finishes, she stands up and hurriedly pulls her panties up to cover herself, turning the sink on full blast to wash away any further evidence of the incident. Scowling at the ground, she mumbles, “Never speak of this again,” to Mac, who is still standing there. With that, she hurries out of the kitchen, ready to take a shower and go to bed, fully willing to blow off the rest of her chores to forget this ever happened.
  7. The Bulge Diary

    Okay guys, here's my thread :D I know that a lot of people want to see more bulges, myself included, so here's a thread for exactly that. I'll try and upload my own photos once or twice a week, in different outfits and the like :) Also, everyone is welcome, male, female, anyone :) (Even cats, Rini) Rules of this thread; Feel free to post your own bulges; the more the merrier! However, please refrain from uploading photos you've found on the internet. I'm trying to encourage participation from the members on the site, so yeah. Anyway, to start our ball rolling, here's a photo I took a few days ago. Please enjoy my thread! xo Kay
  8. Fire Emblem: Tales of Journey

    [[Authors Note: Hello. Well, I’ve been seeing a lot of these interactive stories and participating in some of them, so I’ve decided to give it a try myself. I’ll see if there is any interest after my first post and, maybe if a few people seem to enjoy it, I’ll continue it. This story will mix combat and character based conversations, with the typical Omo.com twist of adding bladder meters to your party members. When in combat, one’s bladder (and perhaps something else if interest is shown in it) may give out, causing them to wet themselves in battle. The bladder meter will be active at all times, for both genders of character. In addition, with few exceptions, most characters can be romantically/sexually paired up. This story will be based on the Fire Emblem series of games, with original characters. Character classes and appearances will be based on Fire Emblem series, specifically FE: Awakening and FE: Fates. In addition, stats will be loosely based on games. The Strength stat concerns all physical based attacks. Magic concerns all magical attacks. Defense concerns one’s ability to absorb physical damage. Resistance concerns one’s ability to absorb magic attacks. To make combat more simple, the speed and skill stats will not be used. The Luck stat, however, will be used, and will dictate critical attacks and one’s ability to catch themselves if they are about to wet themselves in battles. All party members will have an unique stat, which will be unexplained, but may help them depending on certain situations. Health will not be visible for the fight and will rather be displayed as a status condition. In addition, combat will be considered ‘casual’ by Fire Emblem standards, as party members do not die in combat and are instead knocked out. With this being said, if interest is shown, we may begin]] Three figures sit around a small fire in a clearing in a forest. The sounds of the forest ring out around them. An owl howling in the distance. The wind blowing against the trees. The fire roaring softly. Our protagonist looks up at their two companions and sighs, tired from a long day with a clear twinge in their bladder. [Pick a Protagonist, a supporter, and a mentor from the list below. Each potential character will be marked as either a protagonist, supporter, combination of the two, or a mentor.} Morrigan (Protagonist/Supporter) [the student of magic] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young looking girl with purple hair in curls. Shorter than average height, Five foot two. Covers herself with the basic blue robes of a student of magic. With pale skin and a slim build, she has equally slim breasts and a small bladder. Very modest about where she relieves herself. Background: Naturally gifted in magic and naturally able to use dark magic, Morrigan was unaware of her powers until her 13th birthday, when her normal life with her parents in a small town changed forever when she fell into a mirror. After five years that she barely recalls, her powers have became stable and powerful as she awoke in a forest. If chosen as protagonist, the Coming Home quest will be activated. Class/Starting Stats: Mage, Level 10 Strength: 0 Magic: 7+2(Magic +2) Defense: 2 Resistance: 5 Luck: 5 Cuteness: 10 Skills: Shadowfaire: Allows this unit to use dark tomes, even if not a dark mage. Magic 2+: Gains a natural +2 to magic stat. Starting equipment: Flux: Dark Magic, 60% Accuracy, 5 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Wind: Wind magic, 90% Accuracy, 1 base damage, 0% natural crit chance Ace (Protagonist/Supporter) [the sharpshooter] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young man with short, brown hair. Five foot five in height, tan skin, and an athletic build. Wears the light chainmail coat with his family crest, a gold bow with a white arrow, on his arms. He has a medium sized bladder, reserved about where he relieves himself. Background: Ace was the son of a noble family who were known for the great archers who belonged to the line. As such, Ace was trained in archery from a young age. After joining the military, Ace and his squad were sent on a mission deep into enemy territory. Ace and his squad were separated, with the rest of his squad presumed dead. If selected as protagonist, the starting mission “Mission Report” will be activated. Class/Starting stats: Archer: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic: 1 Defense: 4 Resistance: 4 Luck:4 Focus: 10 Skills: Headshot: 30% additional chance to crit +20 Hit: Additional +20% to hit Starting Equipment: Iron Bow: A common bow: 70% Accuracy, 4 base damage, 0% natural crit chance. Vera (Protagonist)[the vengeful one] Age: 20 Physical description: A woman with half her face scarred, her long hair dyed a dark shade of pink covers the scarred half of her face. Her skin is deeply tanned, her build athletic, and her breasts firm B cups, she wears a white tank top and long black pants, which she doesn’t mind emptying her bladder into. She has a medium sized bladder, but isn’t reserved about where she empties it. Background: Vera was once a high school student in a foreign land, but after an encounter with a devious magic user, she ‘died’. However, she woke up in a forest, in an age which to her seemed distant, less advanced than what she was used to. If chosen as protagonist, the starting quest Revenga will be activated. Cannot be chosen as a supporter, as Vera follows no one. Class/Starting Stats: Samurai:: Level 10 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense: 5 Resistance: 2 Luck: 3 Angst: 10 Skills: Bloodlust: Boosts all stats temporarily by 1 after successfully felling an enemy. Vantage: 20% increased chance to dodge attacks of any type. Starting Equipment: Iron Katana: A standard katana: 80% accuracy, 4 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Rose (Protagonist/Supporter)[the loyal friend] Age: 21 Physical appearance: a young woman with long flaming red hair. With tan skin and B cup breasts covered by her suit of leather armor. She has a large bladder, but is somewhat reserved on where she releases it. Background: Vera’s best friend, after discovering that her friend was actually alive somewhere, she hunted down an associate of the man responsible and forced him to send Rose after Vera. Donning a set of plain leather armor and a straight sword to fit to her new surroundings, selecting Rose as a protagonist will activate the starting quest Vera. In addition, if she supports Vera, she will gain a different unique stat. Class/Starting Stats: Mercenary: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance 3 Luck: 3 Determination: 10 (If not supporting Vera) Persuasion: 10 (If supporting Vera) Skills: Duelist: Deals increased damage when facing a single opponent Patience: 10% increased chance to dodge and hit when enemy attacks first Starting equipment: Iron Straight Sword: A standard straight sword: 85% Accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Iron shield: A common shield used throughout the land. Kara (Supporter)[the allied knight] Age: 22 Physical description: A tall ‘women’, six feet tall, with brunette hair that reaches her shoulders. Wrapped in light plate mail that covers her dark skin. She has a large bladder and is willing to empty it anywhere, but only in front of people she trusts with her secret. Background: Kara once trained as a knight and in the way of using a lance. Though, after complications arose when trying to join the military, she joined a mercenary group. After her group was annihilated in battle, she disappeared into the woods until she found the protagonist. Has always been a follower, and therefore cannot be the protagonist. Class/Starting Stats: Knight: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 7+2 (Defense +2) Resistance: 1 Luck: 2 Defense: 10 Skills: Sworn Shield: 25% chance to defend the protagonist from attacks when nearby. Defense +2: Additional 2 points in Defense) Starting equipment: Spear: A lance that can be easily thrown: 70% accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Steel shield: A well made shield meant for a knight: Evans (Protagonist/Supporter)[the rogue ninja] Age: 22 Physical description: A blond haired man of average height and athletic build, clad in plain green robes. Usually keeps to himself when it comes to his private needs, unless he’s drank alcohol recently, a common event, in which case he’s usually open with it. Background: A self-taught ninja, who learned the art from a series of scrolls rather than formal teaching, His main purpose from this was to sell his skill to the highest bidder, though eventually learned of his true calling. Choosing him as the protagonist activates the starting quest Revolution. Class/starting stats: Ninja: Level 10 Strength: 4 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance: 5 Luck: 7 Cunning: 10 Skills: Acrobat: Has a 40% chance to dodge all attacks. Vanishing Act: Can disappear from enemies for a short time using smoke bombs. Starting equipment: Kunai Knives (x2): A ninja’s knife, good for close and ranged combat: 90% accuracy, 3 base damage, 40% natural crit chance Smoke bombs (x5): A small package which causes an explosion of smoke when thrown to the ground. Sif (Protagonist/Supporter)[the murder doll] Age: 19 Physical description: A small looking woman with short black hair clad in chain and cloth armor. Pale skin, making her resemble a large painted doll when not moving. Has tiny breasts and an even smaller bladder, which she will relieve whenever she pleases. Background: A skilled fighter, Sif’s doll like appearance makes her enemies underestimate her. By the time they realize their mistake, it is too late. Little is known about Sif’s past. If chosen as the protagonist, starting quest The Doll is activated. Class/Starting Stats: Spear Fighter: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic:0 Defense: 4 Resistance: 2 Luck: 4 Brutality: 10 Skills: Merciless: 40% chance to instantly finish off an enemy when they are wounded. Lethality: 10% chance to instantly finish off an enemy. Starting equipment: Iron Nagitama: An eastern polearm: 70% accuracy, 5 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Ciel (mentor)[the witch seer] Age: ??? Physical description: A young looking woman with short purple hair and a golden eye patch. Her purple robe and black witch hat cover her body, making it unsure what her body looks like. She also never seems to relieve herself, which means that either she can relieve herself magically or the inside of her robe is usually soaked. Background: Ciel is a witch who has forgotten how long she has known magic or been able to see into the future. All she is certain of is that the protagonist needs her assistance, whether Ciel likes it or not. Class/Starting Stats: Witch, Level 25 Strength: 2 Magic: 9 Defense: 3 Resistance: 7 Luck: 4 Wisdom: 10 Skills: Future Sight: 60% chance to avoid enemy attacks, after seeing them happen in the future. Witchcraft: 5% chance on turning enemies into small animal when attacking with dark magic Starting equipment: Nosferatu: A dark tome: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 5% natural crit chance, absorbs half damage dealt as health. Alice (Mentor)[the assassin’s legacy) Age: 31 Physical description: A woman with a long brown hair in a pony tail. Standing five foot ten, usually in tight leather, pressing her B cups close to her body, she is more concerned about who sees her relieve her medium sized bladder rather than where she does it. For example, she will not pee in front of her daughter. In addition, she won’t cheat on her husband, but if pushed to her sexual limit, she imagines her husband would forgive her if it was with another woman. Background: Working as an assassin for many years while her husband raised their daughter, Morrigan. Once her daughter and husband went missing, she retired from assassination and went out into the world to find them, helping whoever she could along her along the way. If mentoring Morrigan, starting quest is changed to Father. Class/Starting Stats: Assassin: Level 5 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense:3 Resistance: 4 Luck: 7 Dexterity: 10 Skills: Heartseeker: All attacks have an additional 30% chance to crit Lethality: Has a 10% chance to instantly kill her enemy. Starting equipment: Estoc: A deadly thrusting sword: 80% accuracy, 7 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Steel bow: A well-made longbow: 85% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Z (Mentor)[the grim knight] Age: ??? Physical description: An imposing six foot one figure clad in black plate mail with a featureless black mask. The only piece of skin that can be seen is his impressive manhood in one of the rare moments that he relieves himself. Background: A mysterious man who refuses to say why he is here, but has shown how prowess in combat enough for few to question him or his loyalty. Class/Starting stats: Revenant: Level 5 Strength: 6 Magic: 6 Defense: 5 Resistance: 4 Luck: 2 Dominance: 10 Skills: Soul Crash: When using magic, high chance to stun enemies Soul Crush: Has the ability to make sure that fallen enemies don’t get back up. Starting equipment: Dark axe: A large axe made from a black metal: 50% accuracy, 8 base damage, 20% natural crit chance. Black fireball: a burning orb of darkness hurled at the enemy: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance. With the options available, please vote for the combination you would like to see. If I see a trend, I’ll continue this story with Chapter One. In addition, if you would like to, please vote from a scale of one to five (one being dry, five being completely soaked) on how much you would like omorashi to play a factor. Also, vote whether or not you’d like to see messing make appearances in the story. With that being said, fingers crossed that this little story of mine turns out well.
  9. View File Reeve - Bedwetting in Grey pants Hey everyone. I made this because @rachelkirwan requested more male bedwetting content. Here is my latest for all to enjoy! Please let me know what you think. I won't be hurt by any criticism and I certainly won't know what I need to improve on or do differently if nobody says anything! I know I cheat by using a PeaPodMat, but it makes laundry much easier by not having to wash my sheets every time. I guess I'll record next time I'm about to wash them anyway. My previous mattress cover failed me and I ended up staining my mattress from a previous recording, but I just got a new cover so I should be good now. If most people would prefer a smaller file size or different file format, I can definitely accommodate that too. I hope you all like it. :) Submitter Reeve Submitted 01/21/2018 Category Bedwetting  
  10. So this occurred to me in second grade. This was on one of the occasions where in I had run out of diapers, and but fortunately, it was a free dress day. I had finished off my last diaper after arriving at school, and after changing out of it, hadnt used the bathroom since that diaper. Now flash forward to recess, which was about ten o'clock. I had finished the quesedilla and soda my mom had brought for me. By this point, the slight twinge I had in my bladder from earlier in the morning had grown a bit, but I was confident I could hold it in. I had also grown a need to poop. Putting that off, I went off to go play in the courtyard area designated for us, though we could go talk to the third graders as their area was right next to ours. Our teacher, Mrs. Shales, was monitoring us. By about halfway in, I was pretty desperate, crossing my legs together and trying to think dry. Normally, I'd be fine with just sitting back and letting go, but without the confines of a diaper, I was somewhat afraid my classmates would notice the puddle growing underneath me. A little while after, I got up, told the teacher I was going to the bathroom, and dashed in. Seeing the urinals were all in use, I went into the stall. But just as I stepped in front of the toilet, my 2nd grade bladder released, soaking the front of my pants. Thankfully, they were already dark in color, and frankly, I didn't care, I just felt relief. After my flow ended, I slid my pants down, pooped into the toilet, flushed, washed my hands, and left.
  11. Everyone can see my shame

    From the album She wouldn't give me a break to use the toilet

    What? You won't let me change just yet?
  12. Total loss

    From the album She wouldn't give me a break to use the toilet

    There's no hiding it
  13. I'm just paralyzed by my loss of piss control

    From the album She wouldn't give me a break to use the toilet

    Why are you smiling at me like that? It's your fault you know.
  14. I'm squirting it all in my pants!

    From the album She wouldn't give me a break to use the toilet

    It's all shiny and running down my leg and OMG I felt a bit of backflush warming up my bottom. How humiliating!
  15. Oh please! Let me run to the toilet now!

    From the album She wouldn't give me a break to use the toilet

    Squeezing my thighs for all I'm worth, but .. oh no!
  16. Umm, OK, now it's visible

    From the album She wouldn't give me a break to use the toilet

    Please let me, go, I can still make it if I hurry!
  17. Oh I think I leaked just a bit!

    From the album She wouldn't give me a break to use the toilet

    Are you sure you won't let me go to the bathroom?
  18. Version 1.0.0

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    Hey everyone. I made this because @rachelkirwan requested more male bedwetting content. Here is my latest for all to enjoy! Please let me know what you think. I won't be hurt by any criticism and I certainly won't know what I need to improve on or do differently if nobody says anything! I know I cheat by using a PeaPodMat, but it makes laundry much easier by not having to wash my sheets every time. I guess I'll record next time I'm about to wash them anyway. My previous mattress cover failed me and I ended up staining my mattress from a previous recording, but I just got a new cover so I should be good now. If most people would prefer a smaller file size or different file format, I can definitely accommodate that too. I hope you all like it. :)

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  19. Hey there, Thought some of you might like to see my favourite videos that I've made (of myself). They're all me holding on as long as I can: https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/168731347222/barcelona-desperation https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/164309782237/long-desperation-with-lots-of-talking https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/163432341790/playing-piano-and-bursting https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/163352382317/underwear-was-too-small https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/163077707622/four-hour-hold-and-teasing-my-bladder https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/163120051958/pink-underwear-on-election-night https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/168390359037/desperate-and-randy-in-thin-white-briefs (nudity & other naughtiness warning) Enjoy!
  20. A few months ago, we welcomed a new furry into our ranks. And it was glorious So I’m starting this series lol So this takes place in Arizona Fur Con in Scottsdale, fyi. I’ve never been to Arizona, but I’ve been to Texas, and it’s frigging hot there, dude. “Okay, fine,” James said to his comments section, even though he knew none of the commenters could hear him. “I guess I’m a furry or something.” Then after further research, he realized there was going to be a furry convention in Arizona very soon! Well wasn’t that just great. However, James still felt a bit unsure about this whole thing, so he decided he would just wear a fur suit and never take it off or tell anyone who he was so no one would recognize him. That would just be a whole other mess to deal with. After some online surfing, James decided he would get himself a fox suit, because foxes are awesome. And with that, he ordered the suit and then proudly wore it to this Arizona furry convention thing. --- Well, it was definitely weird being at a convention without being recognized, but James tried to make himself comfortable at Arizona Fur Con. The best way to do this was by indulging in all of their food, because food is the universal symbol of comfort. He got himself a drink (non-alcoholic mind you) to wash it down, but realized it was extremely tasty and got a few more. Before he knew it, James started to feel full from how many refills he had. But seriously, it was delicious. As much as he was surprisingly enjoying this whole ordeal, James soon started to feel a bit overheated from the crowded atmosphere and from his over-insulated fur suit. And if he felt hot, he didn’t want to know how non-Arizonians must feel all the time at these cons. James decided the best course of action would be to go outside for a while and relax in the cool winter air. This relaxation lasted approximately thirty seconds before James felt his bladder nudging at him, particularly hard in fact. He groaned and crossed his legs, hoping to stay outside for a while longer. Why did all those drinks have to go right through him? He shifted his weight a bit, but a sudden cold breeze made his need worse and he had to bounce at the knees to calm his filling bladder. This was no use; he’d have to go and pee first and then come back outside later. Once back in the building, James’ bladder calmed down considerably and he was able to relax his body again. Which ended up being a good thing, because the bathroom line turned out to be horrendously long. James was not in the mood to wait in the interminable line, so he decided as long as he wasn’t so desperate anymore he could go do more things until the wait became shorter. --- James knew getting more drinks was a terrible idea at this point, so he decided to check out a few of the panels. It was here that he got to learn a lot more about furry history, and realized that maybe furries weren’t so weird after all. Maybe he could get used to the idea that he most likely was one. He then looked around at some of the art, and at one point noticed that someone had made fan-art of his characters from the fable videos. Of course, he couldn’t say anything without blowing his cover, so he just admired it from afar. If only that artist knew. Staying still had brought James’ attention back to his bladder, and he realized that it was eminently full and he would have to pee very soon. He crossed his legs as casually as possible and took a deep breath to calm the urge, but it wasn’t working anymore. The bathroom line was still as long as it had been since this whole mess started, but James didn’t have much longer at all before his desperation would become dangerously urgent, so he decided if the line wasn’t going to get any shorter, he might as well join it now. Shuffling behind the last person in line, James crossed his legs again and tapped his foot, trying to keep from panicking too hard. You can make it, and even if you don’t, no one will recognize you anyway so it’s not a big deal. Nevertheless, his stubborn bladder refused to listen and James ended up silently begging the line to move faster. It wasn’t moving fast, but it was progressing, which raised his hopes until they were slightly dashed by a massive wave of urgency, and he moaned under his breath and tapped his foot faster to hold back the flood. The urge subsided after a while, but it left James more desperate than he had been in a long time. In fact, the last time things were this bad was when he was still wetting the bed and he happened to wake up one night right before it happened. Yup, there was no holding that in. Of course, James had grown up since then, and his muscles were now strong enough to last a bit longer, but he was seriously running out of time. Not only that, but he was overheating again due to sweating in his fur suit. Thankfully, there were only a few people ahead of him now, and that motivated him to keep holding on. By the time he was next in line, James felt like he was about to burst, and took advantage of being pretty much in a corner to grab his crotch without anyone noticing. However, his was still noticeably pee dancing, stomping his feet and shaking his hips, and breathing in ragged gasps. His entire lower body felt like it was on fire, and his pee had already started traveling down his shaft. He was also starting to feel fuzzy from how hot it was, but he knew he had to wait to take his fur suit off too. He tried to limit his movements to keep from sweating too much, but then he felt another colossal urge and had to double over and shake his hips harder to fight it off. After what seemed like hours, the door finally opened, and James bolted inside, quickly locking the door and gripping his cock again as a small spurt escaped. He noticed there was only one toilet in this entire building, which explained why the line had stayed so long this whole time, but James had absolutely no time to be mad about this. He quickly stumbled to the toilet, ripping off his fox head to reach the zipper underneath, and because he was honestly going to pass out from how sultry it was in there and how much he was sweating from desperation. He kept his legs tightly crossed to keep the dam from bursting and got to work zipping down the rest of his suit, except the zipper wouldn’t budge. Seriously!? This was the absolute worst time possible for that damn zipper to be so stubborn. Another leak escaped and James brought his hands back to his crotch and performed every pee dance he could think of to stop the rest from coming out. He gasped and leaned against the wall to support himself, panic-stricken and in extreme discomfort both from having to pee so badly and from how hot and sweaty he was in the suit that he had now found himself trapped in. He kept trying in vain to get the zipper down, but it had to be stuck or something, and grabbed his dick again due to another leak, only to not be able to stop it no matter what he did. James had never felt so helpless in his entire life. Finally, the leak turned into a thick stream as he wet himself completely. He slid down to the ground in frustration only to realize that it actually felt really good. The immense relief sent euphoria through his brain and James started to feel considerably cooler except for the comfortably warm piss against his crotch and his legs. He let out a series of pleasant moans and relaxed his body completely until he finally finished pissing that stupid fox suit. Then he realized he would have to go back out in front of a bunch of people like this. Good thing no one would recognize him, but James still blushed profusely from the embarrassment that was to come. One thing was for sure, this was not going to be a video. ...And yeah I am hoping to do Jaiden Animations (and more Animation Squad dudes lol) at some point, but feel free to request anyone you want me to write about. And then there are all those other really old requests I still have to do... *sigh* See you soon!
  21. Caught Red Handed

    Groggy, I slowly wake from our mid-afternoon Friday nap. It’s dark in our room. Is it morning already? It takes a few seconds to remember where I am and that it’s actually just the evening. Napping at your house always throws me off. I roll over to put my arm around you, anticipating the softness of your skin and your lovely, long hair, but you aren’t there. “Did she really get up before me? It’s awful quiet in here.” I think to myself. I sigh and get up, switching the light on. I find a note on your pillow that you left for me. Turns out you snuck out to grab dinner, and of course, will be back shortly. I have no idea when you wrote it, but I assume it couldn’t be that long ago. I decide to get dressed, which really just means to put my jeans back on over my usual sleep-time attire of a tshirt and a cute pair of underwear. The dampness of my underwear and the snugness of my jeans reminds me of how they got so wet in the first place. It was all your fault. We spent forever kissing and teasing each other before we fell asleep. My mind wanders as I fondly recall the feeling of your soft body pressed up against me, you grinding your cute little panties against my erection while my lips slowly crawled across your neck. You were moaning softly in my ear, your arms wrapped around me. You were grinding me so slowly and rhythmically. It was driving me nuts, especially since you were so wet. I couldn’t see your panties, but I could feel they were soaked. It felt so warm and erotic, soaking through until it was all over my briefs, until you finally cummed and passed out in my arms. My erection grew as I slowly touched through my underwear, remembering the way you felt. It was driving me nuts knowing that I was still wet from your pussy. As I glanced around the room, something caught my eye. Next to your clothes hamper… could it be? It was the panties you were wearing. Cute little silky, black bikinis crumpled into a ball. It looks like you missed the basket when you threw them after you got changed before leaving. My hands were trembling as I picked them up, adrenaline coursing through my body. They were so soft. It almost felt electric holding them, knowing you had them clinging to your cute body all day, knowing that they were so wet. I’d always had a panty fetish, and making you soak yours while we made out always drove me crazy… My heart was pounding as I slowly uncrumpled them. Feeling the soft fabric in my hands… just how dirty were they? I slowly exposed the crotch, revealing a thick, white stain across the cotton gusset that extended ever so slightly onto the cute lace trim. You were so wet it was ridiculous, so wet it was turning me on to the point of absurdity. They were still damp and I could faintly smell your sweet scent while I was holding them. Having your worn panties in my hand felt like the most arousing thing ever. I laid back on the bed, unzipped my jeans, and slid my hand down the front, caressing my hardon with renewed vigor, moaning softly. I was so wet with precum it felt like I had orgasmed. I could barely take it anymore. Having your dirty panties in my hands was so hot… I had to smell them. I wanted to smell and taste you so badly. I slowly put them up to my face until they were touching. The sticky, damp crotch against my nose and lips, I slowly inhaled while slowly touching through my underwear. You smelled so good, so erotic, so intense. I was quickly over sensitive and barely stopped touching in time, gushing wetness all over my briefs. I knew I had to stop soon. I would cum for sure otherwise, and you were bound to be home any minute. But having to stop and wanting to stop were, of course, two different things. With your little panties against my face, I was too busy, lost in arousal… “Just what are you doing?” Your words sent a sharp jolt through my body. Why didn’t I hear you come in? “Uhhhh..” I stammered as I tried in obvious vain to hide your panties, zip up my jeans, and pretend like nothing was happening. “You asshole” you scorned, “I leave the house for a half hour and come back to find you with my panties on your face while you’re giving yourself a rub.” You crawl on top of me, throwing one leg over my waist, pinning me down with your hips, your hands clasping my wrists, pressing them against the bed. I notice your face is a little blushy and your eyes are burning. I can see the faint outline of your hard nipples through your shirt, your breath noticeably heavier. You’re mad at me, but you find it arousing too. I struggle against your restraint, trying to get free. “Just give up. You’re in enough trouble already” you say. “It’s only Friday night, and it’s a long weekend. You should probably cancel your plans, because you’re definitely not getting out of here any time soon.” “W-what are you talking about…” I stammer “Well, if you’re going to go through my dirty laundry without permission, you’re going to have to face the consequences. If I hadn’t have come home when I did, you would have been finished and pretended like nothing happened. I’m sure you weren’t planning on telling me you had my dirty panties against your face.” “I… I’m sorry” I plead “It wasn’t like I was going through the basket. They were just laying next to it, and when I found them it was turning me on so much, I couldn’t resist.” “Please, you have to let me go.” “There’s no way I’m letting you go” you whisper as you rock back and forth slowly against me while I’m pinned down. “Those are my panties and how wet they are is my secret. You can’t just take them whenever you want, so, you have to pay. You have to be my slave all weekend.” I groan in dreaded anticipation of what’s coming, almost feeling a sense of panic. “Please, you have to give me a chance.” “A chance?” you grin mischievously. “Okay, fine. But you won’t like it.” “Fine, fine. I’ll do anything.” I gasp “Let’s go to the kitchen then” you say, releasing your grip on my arms as you slowly slide off my body. “I picked up some beer for you while I was getting dinner” you remark as you hand me one, smiling sweetly. “I’ve decided you can drink them as your chance.” “Drink them?” I think to myself. “There’s no way it’s as simple as that.” “So what’s the catch?” I ask. You laugh. “Well, the catch is… you’re not allowed to go to the bathroom until an hour after you finish all of them.” My heart pounds as I process what you said. 6 beers is a ton to drink… and a ton to have to hold. “What if I can’t wait that long?” I ask. “Well, whether you can wait or not doesn’t matter. You aren’t going to the bathroom until your time is up, so if you can’t hold it…” “Then I guess you’ll be a very humiliated slave, won’t you?” “You said you wanted a chance. I told you that you wouldn’t like it” you giggle. “Fine. It’s a deal” I reluctantly agree, knowing I have no choice. ** We’re sitting on the couch, watching a movie when I finish the fourth beer. My bladder feels terribly full and I know it’s still filling. Beer always goes right through me. I’m squirming as discreetly as I can while I struggle with the surging, ever growing pressure. I don’t want to let on how much I have to pee “What’s the matter?” you ask. “You look like you’re going to pee your pants already but you’ve still got two more to drink.” “Shut up. I’m fine and I’ll be fine.” I say through gritted teeth. “Maybe I should tickle you.” You quip. “Maybe you should put your hands in warm water and we’ll see if you’ll ‘be fine’” ** I finish the last beer conveniently as our movie ends. I can barely sit still and I know I still have an hour to try to keep my pants dry while my bladder continues to fill. It feels so impossible to make it, but there’s no way I can give you the satisfaction of beating me so badly on top of having to be your slave. “Oh, you’re finished.” You smile. “Good. Now you’ve only got to last another hour without pissing yourself and you’re home free.” “Stop saying that! I am not going to pee my pants.” I reply, trying to maintain confidence. “Oh? Well, stand up, I have a surprise for you anyway.” I reluctantly stand as I find myself bending at the knees, trembling, and awkwardly squirming as the pressure in my bladder thrashes, producing the occasional spasm. You laugh as you watch me squirm. “You sure don’t look like you’re going to make it.” “Close your eyes and put your hands behind your back.” You command. I groan, but quickly put my hands behind my back, hoping the torment will stop soon. I feel your hands on my wrists as your lips inch closer and closer to my neck, your breath and the anticipation sending shivers through my already sensitive body. You tie my hands tightly behind my back. I struggle against the restraints, hoping they’ll be loose enough that I can get out of them if I want to, but alas, they are firmly tied. “You are so screwed right now, you have no idea.” You say, laughing. “There’s still another 40 minutes of holding ahead of us. How should we spend the time?” “I think I have a good idea for what you can do…” You pull me towards your chair, making me stop in front of you. “Since my panties turn you on so much, I thought it was only fair that I got to have some fun with it.” You stand in front of me and slowly unbutton your jeans, teasingly taking your time undoing the zipper, revealing… the same dirty, black, silky panties. You had slipped them on when you went to use the washroom during the movie, planning to have your way with me afterwards. You slowly slide your jeans down your thighs, to your ankles and slip them off before sitting in your chair. You motion for me to kneel down, and I do. You slowly and teasingly throw one of your long legs over my shoulder, and then the other. “I’ve decided this is how you can spend your last half hour. You can start at my knees and slowly work your way up. Try not to squirm too badly, my soon-to-be slave.” As my lips start crawling up your bare thighs, gently plucking your skin with my kisses, I hear you start to moan softly. Your moans, as lovely as they are, are no consolation for my terrible desperation. I’m squirming constantly, unable to stay still, while the eroticness of knowing what you’re doing is intoxicating my already buzzed mind and body even further. I’m so, so desperate, struggling to hold on just a little longer, all the while my lips move closer and closer to your panties. You spread your legs slightly as you gasp, and I see that the crotch is showing glistening, fresh dampness. The sweet smell of your pussy is leading my lips closer and closer. My bladder is spasming harder and harder. The more I can smell you, the closer I get to losing control. I feel your hands softly grab the back of my head as you pull me closer and closer, until my lips are pressed firmly between your legs, against the outside of your panties. My lips slowly close around your clit as I suck gently, tasting you. I feel your thighs clamped around my face as your back arches in your chair. Your moaning sounds so hot, almost as hot as the goosebumps all over your legs look. I can’t believe I’m in this predicament, tied up and trapped, on the edge of pissing my pants while you’re grinding my face… The feeling of the wet fabric on my face with your warmth and grinding makes me moan. Your scent is intensely arousing, so much so that I lose focus on trying to hold it for a few seconds. A huge spasm tears through my body. Shivering and struggling, I know I won’t be able to stop it. You hear me groan loudly, muffled from my face being between your legs as I stop squirming for a few seconds. A huge stain is spreading over the crotch of my jeans, slowly trickling down my thighs as I almost die trying to get it under control. I can feel the heat and the warm, spreading wetness, and realize what happened. I try not to let you on to it by deepening the passion that I’m kissing your clit with, but you heard my long, drawn out gasp and know what it meant. “What’s the matter? Sounds like you’re my slave now” you tease. You slide your legs off my back and lean forward, looking down at me, seeing the impossible to hide evidence of my losing the challenge. “You lose, loser.” You mock. “Now you’re my slave. My poor, humiliated little slave. I hope smelling my panties was worth it.” “Well, there’s no reason to untie you now, is there?” You smile as you lean forward and slowly slide your panties down your thighs, dropping them at your feet. “You can finish what you started now. Once your tongue is inside, you can stop holding and finish pissing your pants, slave.” “Y-yes Mistress.” I say defeatedly as your hands slowly guide my face back up your inner thighs before pressing it firmly against your pussy. “Tongue inside, Slave” you command. My tongue slowly penetrates your swollen, soaking lips. You taste so good and smell so good. I love listening to your moans as I feel your pussy spasm against my tongue while my lips slowly knead your clit. You’re grinding and grinding, crushing the side of my head with your thighs as your wetness soaks my face. “Finish pissing your pants now, Slave” you again command. My tongue and lips’ rhythm slows as I relax my bladder, the flow slowly exploding hotly over my crotch and down my legs, staining my jeans terribly. I’m blushing red and feel so humiliated, but so relieved. I can’t believe I’m stuck like this, tied up, as your slave. But there’s nothing I can do as I feel your body tense as your thighs press against my face, your fingers grip my hair, your pussy contracts against my tongue, and I hear your long, protracted moaning escape as your wetness surges over my tongue and my lips for what seems like forever, all until you finally relax and slump back in your chair, releasing your grip.
  22. I can't claim to be the best of artists, but I'm trying to get better. Also, you can PM me with requests and if I find the time, I'll gladly doodle some of them up. Any input or critique would be great.
  23. My desperation diary

    After spending the last two days constantly holding it and bursting and posted a lot on the Bulge Diary thread, after the amazing experience of today (day 3), I have decided to start my own thread. I have woken up at around 10am. Last time I peed was also out of pure desperation 6 hours before that, before falling asleep.You can find out more about that here I felt like I needed to pee, but I justed walked past the bathroom and headed directly into the kitchen to get my coffee brewing. I've made myself a big cup of coffee which I filled to the top with milk. I have drank it in about 10 minutes, whilst walking round the house to get ready to leave. I finished my coffee and started drinking from a 0.75L revitalizing drink which I have quickly drank (another 10 minutes) until I finished preparing myself to head off for the day. I had another one full for me to take with me. So far I am at 7 hours since my last pee (no morning pee) and already 750 + 400 coffee, over a L drank + whatever there was already in my bladder. I had to drive about 4 hours to the airport to pick someone up in Budapest and back. As I had to leave the country and be in Roaming so I didn't even have mobile data available, many hours to drive there and also some margin of time ahead just in case anything happens all by myself, I purposely skipped the morning pee and started drinking loads, as a bulging bladder defienetely would make the time way more enjoyable and less booring. With that I mind, I have decided to put on the tightest slim-fit jeans I had. They are so tight and hard to move in that I haven't ever wore them, but they were perfect for making things even more interesting :-) I had to struggle to put the on and close the button, even without a bulging bladder. They really limited my movement a lot and felt very tight and squeezing all the way from my feet to my bladder. The small size made them have the button area happily right on my lower bladder area, puting a huge extra pressure. Planning to go extreme and also willing to assume the risk of anything that can happen, I have made a small bag to carry with me, 2 big towels, spare pants, underwear and T-shirt and just put that on the passanger seat along with liquids of course. Need to keep myself hydrated and have plentyful to make sure I have no reason to stop and leave the car, just enjoy the experience whilst driving. I have also put a purse round my waist and made sure to make if heavy so it would be pushing against my bladder. Took me about 40 minutes to cross the town and get to the highway. From there I was looking at a 3 hour drive. He was landing in 5 hours time, so I had plenty of time ahead of me. At this moment I was 7hrs+ since last burst and had already been drinking 1L+ before leaving the house. I decide to open up the second bottle of revitalising drink (0.75L) and start drinking from it. Drank that and one Hell Energy drink within the next 40 minutes putting the duration at 8 hours and the luqids at 1L+(from before) + 0.75L second revitalising drink + 250ml of energy drink OVER 2 litters. At that moment I started feeling pretty uncomfortable and started feeling the presure, but kept on driving like normal. It was a great sunny day, would have sworen it is a hot summer day if the thermometer in my car would not have shown 11°C :)) Had about 30 minutes left until the boarder and was already starting to feel squirmy as my bladder got more and more bulged and harder. Had to take off the purse as it was becoming too hard to hold. You can see me frantically moving my legs already 20171026_121729.mp4 🚘🚘🚘 The safety belt itself and the very tight pants made it already squirmy enough :-) I have reached the border where of course there was a big line that took 20 minutes to clear as the cops were checking id, which were very intense and hard, given the fact that I needed to control myself alot to look normal and not shake frantically next to the cops :-) After sucesfully passing trough and making it trough this though milestone, I decided to celebrate by openning another can of energy drink :-) Of course it did not take me long to finish that one also, putting myself at 9.5 hours and 2.5L of drinks. I was getting really squirmy and felt the urges slowly starting to come, starting to feel the strugle of stopping myself from leaking. My bladder was rock solid screaming for pee, and I was still punishing it with my tight pants and seatbelt. Got to the point when I had to hold myself when an urge hit so I did not leak. The bulge is very visible right now and the pressure becomes almost impossible to control. 20171026_115850.mp4 After skipping the first two parking spaces on the highway for the reason there were only toilets (which I was not needing) and no gas stations or stores where I could have bought more liquids, I pull up in the third one, a Shell gas station. Manage to find a spot where it was not that crowded so I could try to control myself down and be able to walk normally and keep on holding at the same time. I get out of the car and start walking the maybe 20 meters to the entry. I tried to act as cool and casual as I could but I am sure it did not quite work out. I was thinking in the mean time to go in quickly, grab a bottle of water, pay and head straight back to the car. After getting in the gas station, I have noticed a big line at the cash register. I started to feel like the pee was already there at the edge, ready to spurt out. The very tight pants constantly pressing my bladder with every step did their job right - lol :) I realised that the situation was so desperate that there was no way for me to walk back to the car, even without shopping without starting to pee in the process, so I head straight to the bathroom. There was only one bathroom and of course it was occupied. This was the first time in my life I was literally fighting not to wet myself in a public place. I've been squriming and fidgeting like crazy as I waited a few good minutes until the bathroom got free. A few seconds before the dor oppened I have felt a so intense urge that despite my best efforts I released a few drops in my underwear, but which I managed to cut off without making it visible on my jeans. I go straight in, lock the door and struggeled a lot to hold it in for a few more seconds so I can take a shot of my huge bladder and also record it. I quickly pulled down my pants and released a huge flow which took more than a minute. It felt amazingly good as I could feel all that pressure slowly fadding away. Here is the video of that After being done, I got out of the bathroom straight to the fridge, grabbed a 1.75L cola bottle and headed straght to the cashier to buy a large coffe to-go as well and pay. My pants were dry, but I could feel the wet spot on my panties as I was walking and it really turned me on :-) I get those and walk back to the car. Before leaving I take out the towels and place them on my seat, challanging me not to leave the car until I arrive at the airport NO MATTER what. There were 3 hours left until the scheduled landing and I knew things could get very unpredictable given on how much I have drank and been planning to drink on. I want to make sure I am safe and I can't give myself an excuse to leave the car. I kept on driving. Drank the ~300ml latte in about 10 minutes and than oppened the cola bottle. Been taking a mouthfull of it every few minutes :-) At this point I've got informed that the flight took of with more than 1 hour of delay, which made me even happier as I had more time alone to enjoy my Omorashi :-) Within the next hour I drank more than 2/3 of the Cola bottle which added 1L+ extra to the challenge, I still had plenty of fluid from earlyer as well still in me that starting rushing trough my bladder after the burst that I had before. I started to feel squirmy and a very hard and bulged bladder not long after that, which I decided to torture till the extreme because of the pee that it forced out of my body earlier. You can see a video of that here It does not take long for the pressure urges to hit forcing me to hold myself more and more often while frantically shaking my legs. I get tremors even now as I am rememorating the feeling. The situation got very real when I started to feel like the urges are getting more and more frequent and harder to control and I had nowhere to pull over, but had to drive with the traffic. I must admit it was one of my greatest bursting experiences so far. Was trying to hold back every leak, it was a really slow and painfull soaking. Loved it and felt soooo relieved afterwards. The feeling of the warm pee I was sitting was amazing as it was slowly flowing everywhere. I will not say anything more, but will let this amazing 18 minutes video speak for itself. THIS IS THE VIDEO and THE EXPERIENCE I am the PROUDEST OF:) I have continued driving like nothing happened. Great feeling :) After staying in them and on the towels, without leaving the car for about, 1 hour, I pulled over and changed whilst dispozing the soaked clothes and towels in the trunk because I had to get to the airport to pick him up. Everything was soaking wet except for the seat, which I was a bit surprised of, but that means I've found my trustworthy towels. Even having the seat wet would not have bothered me to much as it is leather, easy to clean. The most extreme and amazing experience I had ever. After this I stopped my maniac drinking, as I knew for sure I will be desperate pretty soon again no matter what due to all the previouws drinks and I had to pick him up, so any holds from this point on will need to be secret and more discrete. I pick him up and we start our journey back. After about 40km we pull over at a restaurant to eat a Goulas. Of course a meal with lots of liquid :-) I was quite desperate as we got there and really struggeled to go trough my meal and also keep a strong composure, hiding my Omo Joy. Before leaving I go to the bathroom, at point at which I was already struggling not to leak. Here is my bladder Was with my pants unbutonned struggling to hold on for more and more seconds until I exploded yet again with a big steam. Here you can see that That pee had taken place 7 hours ago. Since that time I've gotten back home, drank some wine and started writing this article. I have not peed since and I'm more and more desperate as I finish writing this article. Sorry for any typos, took me 3 hours to write and upload everything using my phone and a bladder that is becoming more and more desperate. I also don't consider myself as being a writer, but please give me some feedback for this insanely amazing day. Happy hodling :-) cheers 20171026_154516.mp4