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  1. Hello all, I've decided to spend today talking about omo bc I'm just in that mood today for some reason. I've already wet once and had hold ruined by having to do a #2, so I'm starting over. Anyway, that's not what this story is about, that's just my day so far. I'm male, 23, 5'10" and weigh about 185lbs. I have brown hair parted on the left and swished across my bangs. I have blue eyes and wear black plastic glasses with blue highlights on the edges of the frames. On the day described in this story, I was wearing a black JayzTwoCents cotton T-shirt which fits me loosely and the sleeves are wider than my arms and don't reach my elbows (I love this type of shirt). I was also wearing a pair of red plaid lounging pants with pockets on the sides and not on the back. They did not have a zipper. The crotch was cut, of course, but only had a button at the top. Meaning that you could, in theory, whip it out without undoing these pants. I was not wearing any underpants. I also wear red wristbands that have my heart conditions written on them, just in case. The hospital said it was a good idea to always wear these, in case anything would happen. A few days back, I was on the omo-org Discord server and discovered the #chat-omorashi channel. I decided that since I was already there and was in a holding mood, I'd go ahead and go for it. I started drinking 2 cups every half hour until I was completely desperate. About an hour in, I decided that peeing in a measuring cup would be too messy... I wasn't sure if I could repeatedly stop every time I filled the damn thing up. So I decided to drink the rest of the almond milk since there wasn't much left, and I took the empty 2 quart container up to my bedroom. Starting from the beginning, I was on the Discord server and decided to start a hold. I already described the amount I was drinking, quite a lot. Now keep in mind that it had been weeks since I had done a hold, so my bladder had plenty of time to rest and get ready for another hold. It wasn't until I was about 2 hours in that I first felt my need, which was really mild. I didn't even feel like paying attention to it tbh. I just went ahead and ignored it while playing Rocket League. I went ahead and kept up my drinking for another hour before I started to have to go quite a bit. At this point, I was using the game as a genuine distraction from me need. I went ahead and did that for another few matches until I was continually frustrated with the game as my attention was on my bladder. I couldn't not pay attention to it at this point. It was bulging out to the point that my lounging PJs (which I never tie bc I'm lazy) were actually starting to bother me, despite being so loose around my waist. I decided to start a conversation back up in the Discord to try to take my mind off my need. This also only worked for a few minutes. Despite already being incredibly full, my need was still increasing. I was getting squirmy and couldn't take my mind off of it. At this point, I was about 3.5 hours into my hold and had drank close to 3 liters. I was actually doing 2 cups every 30 minutes instead of of 500ml every 30 minutes. My hands were moving down near my crotch any time I didn't have my full attention somewhere else. I was antsy and squirmy, and to the point that it was close to necessary to stay bent forwards. I went ahead and removed the cap from my jug at this point. I wasn't gonna use it yet, but I did have to go quite a lot and didn't want to wet myself while fumbling with the jug. I also undid the button on my pants at this point. While undoing my pants, I pulled my shirt up and got a look at my bladder bulging out like a party balloon. I should have taken a picture. I was so full it wasn't even funny. Fast forward a few minutes and I was getting frantic. I had to stand up as there was no comfortable positions left while sitting. I was bent forward with one hand on my crotch and on Discord on the other. I was still using Discord to distract myself from my need, although it really wasn't working anymore. At this point, it was just motivation to not wet my pants. I started to lose a few small spurts which took everything I had to stop. I ended up with a wet spot the size of a tennis ball on my pants. I reported this in the Discord server and people started commenting on the length and amount of my hold, congratulating me on how long I've lasted. I went ahead and put everything I had into holding out as long as I could, which was only about another 5 minutes. I was dancing in place for the 5 minutes leading up to this moment. I knew I was at my limit about 10 minutes ago and I was getting spasms and grabbing myself all over the place. I kept trying new positions to hold myself and nothing was working. I decided to use my jug at that point bc I knew that I wouldn't get an accurate measurement if I had already started wetting before I got the jug in place. I grabbed my jug and lined up to go. I frantically pulled my dick out and took aim. This was very difficult. I was literally squeezing my dick shut after I peed about 1/2 second worth on the side of the jug while attempting to get my dick out of my pants. At this point, I just let go. It was LOUD. I thought someone would hear it and come check on me, but nobody did. I went for over a minute at full force and filled it most of the way. I then started quietly checking hallways and snuck into the bathroom with my jug and measuring cup. I emptied it into my 2 cup measuring cup, dumped the cup into the toilet and repeated until the jug was empty. I then went on Google and converted just over 7 1/2 cups (rounded to 7.6 in Google) to milliliters. Turns out that was a 1.8L hold. I knew I had quite a bulge but didn't realize I had such capacity. It was a huge turn on. Naturally, I went back to my bedroom and jerked off for awhile. It was a really hot day for me!
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    This file contains two clips from the same set. The first one (iw-pissppv-2020-001.wmv) contains the actual desk wetting, the second one (iw-pissppv-2020-002.wmv) is of the same girl peeing into a measuring cup. The .zip files contain photoshoots from both videos.
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    Video Details Holding on - Part 2 (peeing and measure) A little more desperation until I just couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to hold on longer but all that pee in my bladder was driving me crazy, I had to let go. Sorry for the bad quality, but if you can't tell, I peed a little over 1000ml. I have a much higher goal than that, though!
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    In this clip she wets over 2 litres onto a bowl on a set of scales.
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  5. I was working from home today and in the afternoon I found myself stuck on a long conference call while absolutely desperate to piss. I hadn't actually relieved myself since sometime in the morning and had been drinking lots of tea and water throughout the day, so I'd been needing to go pretty badly for quite some time leading up to the call but was concentrating on finishing off some work before I allowed myself a toilet break. By the time I'd finally finished the task and sent off a few emails, I was already a couple of minutes late for the call so there was no time to run for a pee. The call was with three female colleagues in Germany and lasted for over an hour, and despite being distracted by a very full bladder, I had to listen closely and contribute throughout. I sat squirming in my seat, reaching down and squeezing myself through my black joggers, trying to concentrate and struggling to keep the urgency from my voice. As the call went on and on, I longed to excuse myself and run for a quick piss but I was too shy to admit to my colleagues that I needed a break. By the end, I was absolutely bursting and could hardly think of anything other than running to the toilet and releasing my achingly full bladder. We had gone over our scheduled time and still had more to discuss, but eventually we decided to end the call and continue another time. It was now just after 3.30pm, but rather than go to the toilet, which I badly wanted to do, I decided to challenge myself and hold on until the end of the 'business day' at 5pm. To make things even more difficult, I went upstairs and changed into a pair of tight fitting light grey business trousers which are just a little too small for me now. I managed to zip them up all the way but by now, my poor bladder was so hard and full that it was visibly swollen up to my naval and there was just no way I could fasten the clasp and button on the waistband. I went back downstairs and sat at my laptop, determined to carry on working and make it until 5pm before allowing myself a toilet break. I tried to carry n on writing emails and doing some routine tasks but I just couldn't focus or sit still. I was constantly shifting position in my chair trying to lessen the pressure on my bladder, crossing my ankles under the chair and bouncing my knees or fanning my legs in and out. I couldn't keep my hands on the keyboard for long and found myself constantly reaching down to squeeze myself through my trousers. To tease myself even more I carried on drinking glasses of water and even made myself a big cup of tea just to add to the relentless pressure in my bladder (I had to pace up and down while waiting for the kettle to boil). I also tried pretending I was working with a female colleague and was stuck somewhere without a toilet, and tried not to let on just how desperate I was. I had to give up on this idea after only a few minutes as I just could not sit still or stop holding myself without feeling like I was on the verge of wetting myself, an ocean of piss inside me just waiting to escape and soak my boxers, trousers and socks (not to mention my chair and the floor!). I managed to last until around 4.30pm but by now I was so incredibly desperate to urinate, my bladder so achingly full that I had given up trying to work and was constantly having to pace around, hardly able to stand up straight and constantly having to hold myself through my trousers to prevent myself from letting go. I was still determined to wait until 5pm before emptying my bladder, but I still had work I needed to finish and I had to do something to make it easier to focus. Rather than allow myself full relief, I decided to tease my bladder and only do a partial piss, just enough to allow me to carry on working for another 30 minutes but not enough to feel the pleasure of letting go completely. I found a 500ml glass measuring jug which I left out on the side. I continued pacing and holding myself, not allowing myself to use the jug for a couple more minutes before finally giving in and rushing over to it. I unzipped my trousers, pulled out my penis, grabbed the jug and aimed into it. I started pissing immediately, a forceful stream of warm, light yellow piss gushing rapidly into the jug and quickly filling it to the top in just a few seconds. I moaned under my breath as I cruelly cut off the flow, only feeling ever so slightly less full than I had before and far from relieved. It was so frustrating not getting to empty completely, I still felt bursting to go and my bladder was still bulging and swollen. I emptied out the jug and rinsed it under the tap, longing to release the rest of my piss, but instead I left the jug on the side and tucked my penis back into my trousers, zipping myself firmly back up. To make up for my partial piss, I downed another couple of glasses of water and made another cup of tea, still not able to quite stand still and constantly fidgeting and crossing my legs. I was still really desperate to piss but now that I'd released a small amount of pressure I could continue working, although with lots of squirming and squeezing to help me wait. It was like my bladder had tasted relief and was demanding to be emptied, and I really struggled to take my mind off how badly I wanted to let go. I was so well hydrated that by the time 5pm finally hit I was longing to release and the urge to piss was just overwhelming, even more than before my partial pee earlier. The pressure in my bladder was tormenting me, back to unbearable levels and I stood up slowly, lifting up my shirt and running a hand gently over it. It felt absolutely rock hard to the touch and was swollen more than ever, right up to my naval and pressing against the top of my tightly zipped trousers. I was absolutely frantic to release it but decided to challenge myself by writing just one more email, crossing my legs as I bent down over my laptop, typing as fast as possible. I'd barely made a start before I had to stop and quickly reach down to hold myself tightly, feeling a few drops of warm piss escape into my boxers. I stood there for a moment, still squeezing hard. I was right on the edge of pissing myself, fighting to get my bladder back under control. Holding back the river for just a few more seconds, I hurried over to where I'd left the jug, jiggling from foot to foot and I fought to unzip my trousers and free my penis from my boxers without letting go of any more drops. I grabbed the jug and aimed into it just in time before a torrent of piss exploded out of me, a sharp stream of very light yellow urine flowing freely into the jug, and I gasped with relief as I finally allowed myself to release my aching, swollen bladder. I was pissing so forcefully that within just a few moments I'd already filled the jug to the top where the 500ml line was, and I swore under my breath in frustration as I was forced to stop pissing and not let any more out while I poured out the warm pee into the sink. Once the jug was empty I carried on my piss, moaning softly as I finally started to feel sweet relief. My piss continued to pour out of me and I almost filled the jug up once again, this time reaching just beneath the 500ml line - almost a litre in total. Writing this up has made me desperate to go for a piss again, but I think I'll wait for a while... Hope you enjoyed!
  6. I found a Japanese girl's FC2 profile page and she's uploaded many videos of herself peeing in her skirt and in all sorts of containers. She's also still an active poster so be sure to check her page every once in a while to see if she's uploaded something new. http://video.fc2.com/en/a/member?mid=79757496
  7. Kirti has been working as a maid at our place for a couple of years now. She recently got married and shifted to another city but my memories with her remained firm in my mind. She is 24 years old , not much older than I am . Both of us shared a friendly and cordial relationship but still talking of the sadist mind that I have, I wanted to see her desperate for the toilets once, just once. She got hitched earlier this year.After spending a couple of months at her husband’s place she came back to the city and soon resumed work at our house. She belongs to one of those financially unstable families , although my mom pays her well enough it somehow seems to be insufficient for her. We both shared our lives with each other as friends and she often told me about the things she came across in her day to day life. It was post her marriage that she had developed a huge fetish for branded and expensive saris and a majority part of her income was being consumed by these purchases. Yes apart from what my mother pays her, I have lent her money a countless number of times, because we both have developed a mutual trust and we don’t keep an account of the give and take we do. The other day she told me that she wanted to buy one of those overrated silk saris, goddamn seriously , this was going to be her third purchase of the month! It cost around a whooping Rs. 4795 but she didn’t have any money left in her wallet, she had spent a majority of her income. Okay I don’t say that it is wrong for a person to buy something if they want to but, overdoing something is bad. She couldn’t ask for money from her husband or her parents because they themselves are struggling financially to make ends meet. The only person left in the picture to ask for some finance is obviously me, because with me she wouldn’t have to bother to return it. She came silently came up to my room and with a pinch of smile asked, “Hey could you give me some money I really have to buy that sari I saw the other day at the mall” she said, “I’ll totally return it later”, we both knew she wouldn’t . “Sari?! Again!?” I asked with a hint of uneasiness with this demand of hers , “I thought you brought a sari two weeks back ?” “Yes I did, but this one I am talking about is from a seasonal sale and they may run out of stock anytime ,that’s is why I really need to buy it now” she replied. Although I was highly reluctant to give her any money, I had to because she really pleaded me for it. “Okay fine how much do you want? May I tell you ,I don’t have a lot of cash with me right now” I stated. “Oh I already have around 2000 rupees ,I need a considerable sum of money more” she said. “I just have 600 hundred bucks left with me, I can lend that to you” “Ya that sounds good, thank you so much” she said as she supported herself with both hands on my desk. I gave her the money and continued with my daily routine of sitting around wasting time during my semester breaks. Then later that day out of nowhere an idea struck me. What if I ask her to hold it in return of more money? Okay this sounds easy but actually it’s really scary to ask a woman , whom you’ve not been involved sexually with , to hold her pee. I have been desperate for some Omorashi action for months now and this seemed to be good opportunity but chances were that she might get angry , real angry at this. The next day she arrived as usual at 7:00am, wearing a purple purple kurta and black salwar,her long black hair tide back. The moment I saw her my mind filled with images of her desperate to use the toilets, but that was way down the road right now. At around 10:00 when my parents and brother went to work and school respectively, I managed to muster up some strength and walk up to Kirti who was working in the kitchen preparing something what seemed like a curry. “So have you managed to accumulate the remaining amount for you sari?” I asked . “No , I don’t think I’ll be able to buy it, there is no way I can collect that much cash in time” This was my chance, I had a good reserve left in my bank account and maybe I could have exchanged it with witnessing a female desperation scenario of a lifetime, but I certainly was not going to force her into it. “Look..” I said with hesitance in my voice, “.. I have a little cash in my bank account, I could withdraw it for you but…” I stopped, rationalizing in my mind whether to port forth my demands or not. “…but what?” Kirti asked, maybe she looked at it as a glimmer of hope and didn’t want it to extinguish. “..but I want you to do a favor for me” I said, my head was starting to go blank with fear and nervousness as I was about to say it. “Oh what do you want me to do? I’ll do anything…” she said excited and smiling now. “I’ll tell you but first promise me , you won’t tell it to anyone” I said, making sure this conversation remained between both of us, “It may sound a little gross and you can turn down the offer if you’re not willing but please don’t tell about this to anyone” I repeated myself. “Ya I won’t tell anyone, but what is it?” she asked. “I want you to hold your pee” I said, my brain went blank with fear , doubt , guilt and shame as I said this to a woman who saw me as a friend and nothing else. I didn’t knew how she would react to such a statement, I thought she was going to be really angry at me but all she seemed to be was confused , “What? Why would you want me to do that? I would never do that! ” she said ,making a disgusted face ,maybe implying that the deal was now off. I was now loosing on my only chance to make Kirti hold it. “Please could you do this for me, just once” I begged like a small child does for toys. “What will you get from making me do that?” she asked again, this time with a smile on her face. “I really want to know how long you can hold because I’ve never seen you use the toilets in our home” I said, I was now getting more shameless and more nervous at the same time in admitting my kinks. This was true, during her twelve hour shift from 7:00 am to 7:00 pm I had never ever seen her going to the toilets ever. “I assure you, you’ll be paid well for this” I told her. “I didn’t realize you noticed me so much, I am unsure of it, what do I have to do?” she asked, “I never knew you thought of me that way” “You’ll just have to drink a lot and hold yourself as long as you possibly can” I said, “..and the longer you hold it, the more I’ll pay you” . By this time I was blushing with embarrassment. “Okay, but I’ not so sure of it” she answered. “Ya it is totally your call, I don’t want to force you into this” I was absolutely damn sure that I’ve lost the deal, she was never going to agree to this but I desperately wanted her to say yes to it. “Okay I’ll do it, but on one condition, I’ll go whenever I want to” she stated, loud and clear. I couldn’t believe my ears , it felt as if I was dreaming and this dream was going to break any moment from now. I had the wildest goose bumps of my life when she agreed to it. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, just to make sure she wasn’t doing it out of any pressure. “Ya, just tell me what I’ve to do” she said. “You’ve to drink a big bottle of water a hold it till you possibly can’t any longer” I said as I went on to pick up a 2.25 liter bottle of Mountain Dew from the table . Her eyes widened horror as she saw the huge bottle I held in my hand, maybe analyzing the idea of that much liquid in her bladder. Truth be told I really wanted to test her bladder capacity ,to make her hold to her absolute limit , push her to the point where it wouldn’t be possible to hold on any longer. I filled the bottle with chilled water and placed it on the table back again. “Oh my god, seriously do I have to drink all that?” she said, her tone had a clue of hesitance. “Yes, if you’re not sure about this you can still back out” I quoted , to make sure she was doing this by her own free will. “Yes I’ll do it, do I have to drink the entire bottle of water all at once ?” “Exactly , you may visit the toilets before you begin” I implied. After a trip to the toilet to empty herself out, Kirti came back , washed her hands and slowly started taking sips from the bottle. Even thought she was having this holding scenario going on, she couldn’t put a hold on her work, so she went back to the kitchen and continued with her chores. She was gulping down the liquid from the bottle at a constant pace and before I knew it the she had already drank a majority portion from it. As she was drinking and doing her work , I could not help but think of Kirti in a scenario where she desperate to pee , at last my dream was going to come true. Within half an hour she had emptied the bottle, she smiled, placed a hand on her now bloated stomach and said, “That was a lot of water” , rubbing her belly. “Ya I know, now all you have to do is to hold it till you’re limit” I said excitedly, thinking of what was to come along. “Okay I’ll try my best” she said and got back to work. I sat there in the drawing room, talking regular glances at her and making sure she didn’t go to the loos. Around 20 minutes later she did admit her first need to pee, she was preparing lunch so she had plenty of work to keep her mind distracted from her need to use the restrooms. Her kidneys were pumping a constant stream of urine into her bladder now and before no time she should be desperate . I was happy and satisfied that my plan was working just the way I wanted it to. She had started drinking at 10:18 am, it was 11:00 am now and she was continuously working in the kitchen, cooking food , cleaning the stove etc.... She obviously has to juggle between various tasks during her work period. “How are you feeling right now?” I asked, trying to know if she was even a little desperate. “I have to go, but I can easily hold it” she replied. As time crawled by I wanted to know how she was feeling , did her urge to go increase or not? Certainly I was curious and turned-on now. The fact that a beautiful young woman was holding it out was enough to get me going. I wanted her to be trapped in that kitchen needing to pee forever. I didn't want her to get the relief of urinating. I asked her if I could take her photos but she declined, but from what I saw, her bladder was clearly starting to show its first signs of bulge. Downing the entire 2.25 liters of water at once was obviously going to pose serious problems for her later. It was 11:33 am when she started with the laundry. All that plunging her hands in cold water was causing a bad effect on her, “I really feel like taking a leak” she said with a wide smile. She clearly was trying to make the situation as less awkward as possible. “Okay I’ll set a bench mark “ I said, “You’ll get two hundred rupees for each hour you hold for, by that means you’ll earn a thousand bucks if you hold on for 5 hours straight” I stated. “Oh my god, I don’t think I can hold back that long” she replied as she bit her finger in doubt. Kirti could clearly feel her bladder getting collected with wee, but what she didn’t know was , the fun was just to begin. It was exactly 12:00 pm now, almost two hours since she had drank the entire bottle of water. By this time she seemed a little panicky. “It is more difficult than I thought” she reported, this was the first time when I realized she was having trouble holding her pee. I couldn’t stop staring at her bladder bulge which seemed to be growing by the moment. Then, when she was placing clothes inside the dryer , without giving any caution, I poked her bladder with my finger just to see how she reacts. “Aaaahh…!” she squealed, with a laugh “What do you think you are doing, don’t do that again” she complained, as she bent down and held bladder with her left hand. “Okay I am sorry” I replied smiling, her bladder felt hard and firm ,my finger really hurt from poking her. I wanted to record each moment of her desperation in her mind, because I knew it , this moment was never going to come back. Kirti was hopping foot-to-foot now, she was certainly feeling the pressure building up in her bladder. I wanted to know more of her real life wettings if she had any, so I again gathered up some strength and asked, “Have you ever wet yourself?”. We both were in a more comfortable level of understanding now, I was not expecting her to get aggressive or to get offended by my question and my guess was right. “No I haven’t wet ,myself ever but I’ve had a some pretty close calls” she replied. She told me about her experiences when she had been desperate to use the toilets and it sounded like some epiphany to me. By the time it she was done with the washing, it was 1:07 pm. Kirti went to the drawing room and sat on the sofa, “My bladder feels like it is going to burst inside me” she said, wiggling and squirming. “Do you want to end the hold?” I asked out of concern, “..you’re most welcome, if you want to. You’ve already held it for almost three hours which means a good six-hundred rupees, that’s not bad” “No I think I can hold it a while longer, I need to pry out as much money as I possibly can” she replied, her body, utterly tensed now. “Well , I was thinking , if you could pee into a bucket or something, we may get an idea of how much you are holding?” I stated , as I went to be seated next to her. “Ya, I’m fine with that, but that means you’ve to pay me more” she replied. “That sounds cool to me, do you want to watch a movie while you hold it?” “No I still have a ton of work to do & I am absolutely going out of my mind needing to pee right now” she replied. After another half an hour of dusting tables and chairs, she finally couldn’t hold on any longer and went to the toilet. She peed into a bucket as we both had agreed earlier , “My bladder feels so stretched” ,she said, as she came out of the toilet, “…but it feels a ton better than before” “That is a lot!” I exclaimed, looking at the sheer quantity she had let out into the bucket. I then carefully poured the contents of the bucket into a one-liter bottle, it almost filled to the brim. Then I poured the reaming contents to another bottle of the same capacity as the previous one, it filled up to three-fourth , before the bucket ran empty. I guess it was roughly around 1700ml! Wow! I amazed to know that she had such copious bladder capacity! She was shy at first when she saw that her pee had almost filled up both the bottles, but later stated, “No wonder I was so desperate to wee”. I asked her to get a photo clicked with these two bottles filled with her pee and she agreed. I paid her a total of 1200 rupees, yes that was more than what we had agreed upon, but we both were happy in the end.
  8. Hey guys... who is into big bladders?? If you have one... share your pics, vids, links & recordings here. Women & Men are equally invited :)
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