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  1. Geist

    angel and devil

    Law or Chaos, Good or Evil, Hold it or Pee in a field. You decide!
  2. Hi all!! It’s been a long time since I posted anything of quality but after talking to my lovely new wife we have agreed to share our pee adventures with you!! First things first we do have a few ground rules sharing our experiences with you all… 1. Please excuse my terrible grammar I never understood how it works! 2. We both work in some pretty high end positions, we bring home on average the same salary as 4 UK house holds so we need to be extremely careful what and how we post. Or we risk our jobs. 3. Off the back of point 3 that means no pictures of videos of what we do will ever be posted online even though I do like taking this of my wife. 4. That is all the rules we have in place for now. Please don’t ask personal info where we live or our actual names, but things like the sexy underwear we wear when we pee is fine… Not wetting or fun desperation in this first post just an intro and a little light teasing along with a question. First off background on us as a couple. We met when I was went for an interview in London, she was also interviewing for the same job, we were the only females there so struck up a conversation and once our group interview was done decided to get a coffee to review how we both did. We got on like a house on fire! After reviewing the interview we talks for a couple of hours, coffee turns into lunch which turned into dinner. After spending a full day with this perfect stranger I got a feeling we could be good friends. We exchanged numbers and said we would meet up again. A week passes we send multiple texts and calls, we both get rejected for the job which is sad but a new friends has come from the experience so it’s a win win for me. Now comes the tricky part. Just because a girl likes to text and call all the time does not mean she is 1. Looking for more than friendship and 2. Is actually into another girl. So playing it carefully I invite her down to my city (2 hours away) with the offer of dinner and a sunset walk. Which she agrees. She arrives late due to her train being delayed so we miss our dinner reservation so we end up just going to the pier, getting chips (bloody expensive!!!) and sitting on the beach. Outfit description time. Bree (myself) black Tshirt with ripped black jeans. Blue-denim jacket. Purple bra and panties (pictures below. Sarah (not her real name) short black dress. Black and red matching bra and panties. Pictures below is the closest I could find online. We watch the sun go down, chat and get to know each other. Turns out our backgrounds are polar opposites. She has traveled the world while I have barely traveled my own country, we have very similar goals and interests. Our music taste differs but our love of film is a massive attraction for me. We finish our chips and drinks and go for a walk. We continue our chats and I decide to ask a daring question. I tell her it’s been a fun night and how none of my pervious partners ever wanted to walk on the beach and enjoy the sunset, I ask if hers have? Which she replies her previous girlfriend (YES!! She likes girls) hated the beach but her boyfriend before last used to take her to Margate as a “treat” which she did enjoy. After a while it starts to get chilly and dark so I ask her if she wants me to walk her back to the train station. To which she replies she has actually booked a hotel for the night as she wants to see the sun rise over the sea in the morning. We decide to head back in the general direction of the hotel. On the way we discuss how she has met so many famous people such as Orlando bloom, Kit from GoT, and my favourite Ron Perlman (Best hell boy ever) when we get to the hotel I tell her I’ve had an amazing time to which she replies it doesn’t end yet, takes my hand anD We go to the lift As we go up to the sixth floor I notice her shifting about in the mirror and I ask if she is ok? She laughs it off and says she needs to pee. Hearing her say that reminds me I haven’t been for a while either. We arrive at the room and she takes her bag off and tells me to close my eyes. Which I do. A min later she tells me to open them and is stood there holding a book. I take it and see it’s full of photos of her with film stars and autographs. She explains she wants tell me about all these people because of our love of film, I sit on the bed and she tells me she’ll be a sec as she is busting to pee. I flick through the book and stop when I hear her peeing. Now normally when I hear someone pee I want to jump them there and then but with this girl I felt something different, I wanted to enjoy time with her before subjecting her to my pee side. She came out and joined me on the bed we flicked through the book for hours, her telling me all the stories about each person. By the end it’s gone midnight and I’m really feeling all the drinks we have had. I’m close to bursting sitting on the bed with my legs crossed. Now we are done with the book I get up to go pee and she takes my hand, and tells me not to go yet she is really enjoying the time we are spending together. I explain I’m only going to pee not leave, she lets go of my hand and blushes. I go into the bathroom and pee. When I flush and am about to exit the bathroom I see some red and black underwear on the door hanger. My mind jumps… is she only wear the dress? Did she take these off? Why? Surely not because… I leave the bathroom and she is stood by the window looking out at people. I join her and we people watch for a little bit. With it being just after midnight it’s just some drunk party goers and people coming home from the hospitality industry but it’s nice to stand there with my arms round her. She turns to me and says she feels like she’s known me for ever yet we have only known each other a week or so. I say the same. She then asks if I can spend the night with her as it’s a strange bed in a strange hotel in a strange town and she knows she won’t be able to sleep. Without missing a beat I say I will if she answers two questions She smiles and says sure what questions. Well as I wasn’t planning on spending the night I didn’t bring any PJs or a change of cloths what will I wear to bed? I ask with a cute smile. But before can answer I give her the second question. When I peed earlier I notice some very sexy underwear on the back of the door, were you wearing that earlier? She steps closer, takes my hand and places in on her bum and says come find out… I slide my hand under her dress and sure enough.. No knickers. As for your first question, that is up to you what you wear, could be what your currently wearing but I expect those jeans will be uncomfortable so maybe best to take those off? She then unbuttons them and slides them off me… now that’s all you pervs are getting for now! This was our first date which happened over 2 years ago now, we are happily married and have a wealth of experiences to share with you… our main question is… should we share all our fun experiences with you? Or just the pee related ones? Admittedly Sarah found out I have a pee side the morning after the above story so she has known a long time and is totally accepting. so who wants more?? oh one last thing before I go rip Sarah’s cloths off again… any one from Scotland? I believe @Mbgpeelover might be? We need some non pee advice about the area as we want to move there real soon!
  3. Geist

    Madoka Higuchi

    Idols need to be perfect at all times unfortunately, as Madoka soon learned, this leads to really long toilet sessions
  4. Geist

    denied

    Nah! I think you can hold out a bit longer, don't you? Ask again in 15 minutes!
  5. I've known women who absolutely can not release urine anywhere but a bathroom. At the other end of the chart one cousin likes beach peeing in sight of other people (but hiding her stream). A former date would ask to leave a restaurant and drive to bushy woods when she needed to pee (and hold hands while peeing). So I'm wondering what women feel when when they discover they're at opposite ends of outdoor peeing. (It usually happens here when a women gets invited to a beer and beach party.) If you can't pee outdoors, what do you feel when discovering you're with a women who takes it as the norm? If you easily pee outdoors, what do you feel when discovering you're bush peeing with a women who can't? If you can't pee outdoors, but are spending a couple weeks for example in coastal British Columbia, Washington or Oregon where nearly all "born here" women pee outdoors, do you try training yourself to the local norm?
  6. Although I am not new here, it has taken me a few years to start writing on here. As I have said before I am now 62, and I have loved WS, pee fun , Omorashi since as long as I can recall. I'm based in the south of the UK, near the small town of Romsey in Hampshire, I was wondering if there are many others on here from the UK? ....and if so where you all were, just roughly?
  7. Geist

    kunoichi

    Using the toilet in the enemy's castle has a high chance of leading the kunoichi to be discovered, but so does wetting herself, thus the kunoichi masters came up with a clever workaround: "Just hold it until the mission is over".
  8. From the album: Furry omorashi by Lemmy Koopa

    Here is a badger struggling to hold his bladder. I don't think he'll make it.
  9. From the album: General Omo

    "Whoever's in there, HURRY UP!!!" Once this idea came into my head, I had to draw it. Thanks to stephiekitty20 for the idea.
  10. Hi all I've made a page for storing Omorashi content which I've liked and can be viewed in the 'liked' section on the page. I update it pretty often but think I've found a majority of the best vids. Of course send me suggestions if you have any. Link to profile
  11. I love peeing outside but when I do my bladder gets so shy and I don't let out all of my pee. I can pee outside once a week when I'm guaranteed no one else will be home since I still live with family. So what can I do? I want to enjoy my chances to the fullest... (no pun intended)
  12. Hello there, fellow omo enjoyers. The situation is that I've been a lurker on here for quite some time now. Not taking into account that little "oneshot" appearances I made in other topics, I think it is safe to assume that I had close to none amount of contribution to community. But! Lately I've been getting back into drawing different things, including human-like beings and I decided to make some omo pics out of my sketches. Frankly, I didn't initially plan on sharing them anywhere, yet my friends convinced me that it'll be better to upload 'em somewhere, so… so I did upload it to twitter, then I splitted my main acct into general and art-only and… here we are now, watching my attempts to create a thread about my drawings on OmoOrg to become a real(tm) member of community Btw, Ciatriss is my pseudonym which is pronounced exactly like Ciatrice (Ciatoriche is acceptable too). I wish I could change my profile name on this forum too, but, sadly, I do not possess the technical ability to do so and I'm just a bit lazy to contact mods. Now that I've wasted your time by making you read that useless wall of text (sorry, I really like to press buttons on keyboard, they make funny sounds), I'd like to, without further ado, present you this lil' image: This one is with the character named M. She actually has a more complete name, but she asked me not to share it, sorry. Oh, M is a ~30yo teacher, a japanese language teacher (i did my best at writing something in hiragana, but I'm afraid it's both incorrect and cringe, so I want to apologize for this). The class ends in 40 minutes, but she has been holding it all day and kinda doesn't have the liberty to use the restroom right now. She also won't excuse herself, so she will just have to do her best at holding without losing concentration. But don't worry, M is a very good teacher, so full bladder and agony will not stop her from being perfect at her job. Will it, M-sensei? Hehe. Okay, we will pay a visit to M's classroom again in 40 or so minutes to see how's she doing and… that's gonna be all for today^^ Also I'm open to suggestions about how to continue this story. My imagination is slowly fading as my brain slowly transposes to meta-world, but M would really prefer if this torturous situation would end asap. Also if you want me to draw someone except M, you can ask this too, but keep in mind that I can only draw female characters, I only depict desperation/light wetting and the outcome will be either worse or slightly better than what you can see in this post. Anyways, thanks for the attention^^ I'll be back soon.
  13. For the unbelievers: This is also just about fascinatingly strong experiences/sightings – definitely no fiction here! I don't like to doubt about the truth or fantasy question myself, as it would kill the admiring and amazement. Biggest bladders I have ever seen in real life ================================== In real live I know 2 women, Suzanne and Manuela, who's bladders stuck out up to 6 cm (2.36") – one of them, Manuela's even once reached 10 cm (4"). Suzanne worked in a bar. Once she wore a belly top (her firstly absolutely flat belly free visible between her short top and her jeans). This day her bladder near the end of her 15 hours shift stuck out about 6cm (2.36"). She had dunk many wine coolers that evening and night. But Suzanne worked on with this 6cm (2.36") bladder bulge for at least 3 more hours and even squatted down many times to pick up some bottles from a low fridge under her desk... It was a fascinating view! After all the hours of holding this amazingly overfilled bladder, she ran to the bathroom suddenly. Unfortunately I never again saw her working with a belly top. But I also never saw her leaving her desk while her long shifts any more! Suzanne got my friend later, after we by accident had met on a common friend's birthday party – and afterwards she very often was out with me – and many times she went home with a more than bursting bladder beside me When Suzanne worked in a pub a few years later, she did not pee there any time – no matter what. After a day shift and many alcohol free drinks, I picked her up there and on our way home we entered another pub. There was Marina, a nice woman, who ever went home, not to use the public toilets there, when her bladder was really full – and even that just happened very seldom. We saw her at the desk that evening, commonly changed to a table and after a beer I suggested a hold it competition between the two strong bladdered women. I told them, that I was fascinated about their strong holding abilities and wondered who of them would have the stronger bladder in a competition. (BTW Suzanne of cause even knew about this before...) None of them told me about her already full bladder. I definitely knew, that Suzanne after her shift had a really bursting bladder, today even had needed very long for the calculations at her shifts end (probably had drunk some additional water in that room behind the desk?). And she had walked to the car in a little strange way, had pressed her legs tight while walking. I had never seen her walk like this before! But as I know she liked the challenge and she liked to enter that other pub after work still unreleased. – And now she even agreed to the competition against this other strong bladdered woman – on the top of all! I was in heaven!!! I don't know how much Marina already had drunk this evening before we entered. We now just had some big glasses of beer. I don't remember exactly, but at least 3..5 pints each. Then, after emptying her last glass, Suzanne suggested to go to the bathroom. (I had gone before twice as I did not compete...). Marina in a hurry chased towards the bathrooms and disappeared. My Suzanne stood beside me and triumphantly smiled at me. She waited until Marina came back (after a not so short time...). Just then Suzanne started to pay our bill and said goodbye – with obviously very much spare time, as she talked to the bar keeper many minutes long and afterwards even went to some other guests at different tables and talked to them, one after the other also for not short. Suzanne obviously liked to show Marina the superiority of her strong bladder. And she liked me to adore her. When we just were out of the pub she literally bent over.... But she did not want to go back after all her proudly shown success and swank at the end! On the way home she walked properly. On her stairs she seemed to have problems she tried to hide. At her home I asked her to use her bathroom before her, as she would need some time to empty her now so overly full bladder. She grimaced but agreed. I needed a little time to get my penis from standing up rock hard to a state to be able to pee downward... When I came back out of the bathroom after so much time, my Suzanne still stood like frozen at the post of her entrance door, I talked to her to even now delay her so urgently needed pee a little longer – and at the end we said goodbye as I had my own home and had to work early next day. She, beside of not moving – not even just a very very little bit, did not show any sign of her so really bad need to pee, but I definitely knew that this night she had to pee worse than ever Manuela after a full evening with many many beers and no bathroom break wanted to give in and use the pub bathroom the first time. But after I had insisted, we went to my home. We just reached it after a good 3/4 hours instead of normally just about 5..10 minutes, as Manuela's bladder pain and even major bladder spasms were so extreme made her stop many many times after often just 10 more meters. I had to help Manuela to open her now so much too tight jeans, before she was able to pee Manuela already had a 6cm (2.36") bladder bulge, when she entered my bathroom. I had to help her with her jeans belt and button as her bladder was rock hard and she could not open her jeans herself any more as the buckle definitely did not move. Afterwards she had to go every 15 minutes – and stopped that frequent peeing just after the 6th time, because I had mocked about her now so "weak bladder". Manuela showed a flat belly again, but much fluid had still been left in her body system. After I had mocked about her bladder, she just jumped into my bed and fell asleep immediately – after all the beer... When Manuela woke up at about 4 am her bladder looked incredible: it showed bulging out 10 cm (4") prominent on her before again flat belly! Manuela was in a horror, sat up half, leaned against the wall and gasped in pain and panic. I carefully helped her to get out of the bed and she also very carefully went to the bathroom. That was an amazing and insane large protruding bladder bulge! I was also a bit shocked at first about this melon-sized balloon-like bladder, but beside of this was also extremely fascinated!!!
  14. Not everyone is entirely willing and able to wet themselves all that often. But that doesn’t mean we can’t show off our undies and imagine what they’d look like as they got soaked through. So… let’s see what all you got on under your everyday attire. Is it daring? Are they boring old cotton? Show em off! Today’s selection.
  15. Kyuu

    No breaks allowed!

    From the album: Shizuku Artwork

    Artist: @Biku

    © OmoOrg Community

  16. Part 1/? (No wetting in part 1. There will be wetting in future parts) Amity crossed her legs. She finally got her date to the human world with her girlfriend Luz. Well, it wasn't really a date yet, they were on a roadtrip to Washington DC being chauffeured by Luz's mom Camila. But Camila promised that they would have plenty of alone time to explore DC after they're checked in at their hotel there. Camila was so nice. She gave Luz so much freedom, something that Amity envied about Luz. She would've been happy if her own mother gave her even half as much freedom as Camila did. They were 90 minutes in on a 6.5 hour drive from Gravefield to DC and Amity needed to pee. But Amity didn't dare say anything, after all, she was a Blight, and Blights don't interrupt people for small, selfish things like needing to use the washroom. Amity remembers that one evening when she was 8 years old, her parents invited the most wealthiest and influential business people in Bonesborough over for a dinner. Edric, Emira, and herself were expected to be on their best behaviour: Exhibit table manners, Don't speak unless spoken to, and no interruptions, which included potty breaks. Luckily, Amity used the bathroom before dinner that night, but Edric was not so lucky. She remembers seeing her poor brother squirming the entire night and pretending like nothing was wrong whenever someone asked him. By the end of the night, Edric's pants were soaked, so he had to stay at the dinner table to hide it until everyone else had left. Afterwards, Emira and Amity helped Edric hide the incident from their parents, so he avoided the worst of any humiliation or punishment that would have happened. But it still must've been a miserable, cold, and soggy night for him. Emira and Amity still occasionally tease Edric about that night. At least it was better than the alternative, the wrath of their parents, being grounded for weeks and additional potty training punishments if Edric ended up leaving the dinner table for the washroom that night. The three siblings learned a lesson that night: all of that could've been avoided if Edric just used the washroom before dinner that night. Yet, Amity forgot to use the washroom before leaving for this long roadtrip. In fact, the last time she peed was 23:00 last night before she went to bed. "Amity, wake up! We're going to DC today!!!", Luz excitedly exclaimed, at the absurd hour of 7:30. "5 more minutes", Amity replied. She was not a morning person, but it was hard for her to stay mad at the happy and adorably cheerful girl who also happened to be her girlfriend. "I have a kiss waiting for you if you wake up right now", Luz offered. Amity's eyes shot open immediately. Luz kissed her on the cheek. "There's my lovely awesome girlfriend. Come on, let's eat and get ready for the roadtrip", Luz said. Amity blushed, she loved it whenever Luz showed affection for her and she's been looking forward to this roadtrip all week. She even got principle Bump to forge some school field trip papers to show to her parents so that they would let her leave the house for a week. Bump resented Odalia for abusing her power in the PTA and causing changes to the school that Bump thought were regressive and hurt a majority of students. So he was more than happy to help Amity go behind her mother's back. "Here's your breakfast sweetie", Luz said as Amity sat down at the Noceda's dining table. It was scrambled eggs with 3 pieces bacon, made in the shape of a smiley face, because of course Luz would make that. Amity smiled, this day was already going better than how she imagined it would. Suddenly, Luz shoved a glass of orange liquid in front of Amity's face. "This is my favourite drink, try it", Luz said. Amity took a sip, it was sweet and citrusy. "Mmm, this is the best drink I've ever had! I want more!", Amity exclaimed. "Of course, I'll give you refills when you finish the glass", replied Luz. "Make sure to fill your stomachs, we're gonna be on the road for a long time", stated Camila. Amity enjoyed the breakfast, despite eating gourmet foods her entire life, Luz's cooking was the best thing she's ever tasted. Maybe it was because she knew Luz put a lot of hard work and love into the meal she was eating. Amity blushed slightly at the thought, her girlfriend was very thoughtful. She hoped that Luz enjoyed that fairy pie she baked for her a few months ago. She ended up drinking 3 glasses of orange juice before they went on the roadtrip. And that was a big mistake. Amity had to pee pretty badly now, and her bladder was quickly filling up from all the orange juice she had earlier today. She's been crossing and uncrossing her legs for the past 10 minutes now. Suddenly, the car hit a road bump and Amity had to grab her crotch to prevent any leaking. Amity decided to keep her legs crossed from now on. "Hey Ami, are you alright?" "Yeah I'm fine, just got caught off guard by that bump is all" Luz assumed that Amity wasn't used to long road trips and offered something to distract her. "I have an idea, let's play I Spy" "What's that?" "It's a game where you look at something you want to describe, then you say 'I spy with my little eye' and then describe the object to try and get the other person to guess what you're looking at" "Sure, let's play", Amity responded. She needed something to distract her from the growing discomfort of her bladder. "Ok, I'll start.", Luz said. "I spy with my little eye, something that is white and fluffy" "Clouds?", asked Amity "Yes! See, you're great at this game. Now it's your turn" Amity looked around and saw some peculiar human objects. "I spy with my little eye, some tall, thin silver towers made of triangles connected by string with birds perched on top." Amity didn't actually know what she was looking at, luckily Luz picked up on her confusion. "Ah, those are power lines. That's how we get electricity to power our lights and machines" "Oh, so is that how humans get their 'magic'?" "Yes, electricity is quite magical!" A wave of desperation hit Amity, she had to tighten her crossed legs and squirm a little. "Ok my turn", Luz said, oblivious to Amity's circumstance. "I spy with my little eye, an adorable purple haired witch with beautiful golden eyes that stole my heart." Amity's face turned red, "LUZ!", Amity uttered in embarrassment. Luz laughed, "It's true though, I love you Ami", Luz said as she grabbed Amity's hand. "I love you too Luz", Amity said as she held Luz's hand. "I spy with my little eye, a gorgeously cute human who happens to be my awesome girlfriend. Now it was Luz's turn to have a very red face. "Aw Amity", and she reached over to hug her. "Oh I have another", Luz said, "I spy with my little eye a large rush of water, falling into a big hole. Shhhhhhhhh", Luz said, imitating the sound of a waterfall. This description made Amity squirm a lot. She had to grab her crotch again to prevent leaking. She knew what Luz was describing though, "That waterfall over there?", Amity replied weakly. "Yep! Such an amazing force of nature. There's no stopping that huge movement of water." Amity let out a small moan. She was desperate to pee now. Her legs were tightly crossed, and she could feel a bulge above her crotch, which she was holding very tightly now. At this point, Amity thought about saying something, but didn't know what to say, especially since she still felt like she had no right to say anything. She closed her eyes, and concentrated on holding. A/N: This is my first time writing fanfiction of any kind. Feedback is appreciated.
  17. From the album: Semiaquatic's Omo Art

    Once I saw a post on Tumblr about someone being desperate on a merry-go-round and how the up and down motion is making things worse, and they have to grind against the pole/seat to ease the pressure... It was inspiring LOL
  18. Male desperation vignette(s) set in an ahistorical fantasy of the Ancient Middle East _____ When the sun rose over the desert, a shaft of light from a small window in the east illuminated the obsidian face of the River Goddess. She cast her grand, blank, imperious gaze over twenty young priests who were kneeling directly on the cold stone floor, their hands clasped behind their backs. They faced one another: ten on one side of the aisle and ten on the other. In front of each of them sat a round ceremonial pot. The River Goddess was a great lover of beauty, and the priests had clearly been chosen for their beauty, at least in part. They all had angular and lovely facial features, and their kohl-rimmed eyes could have broken the hearts of girls from the outside world. Their smooth skin came in all shades of honey and nut brown. The body and facial hair of their early manhood had been shaved off, while the hair on their heads was trimmed into short bobs, shiny with fragrant oils. They were slim but strong from their temple duties and spare diet. They wore white linen skirts that fell to their knees, plus intricate golden usekh collars set with lapis lazuli, garnets, and emeralds. Two older priests kept watch over them, monitoring but not intruding. The young men appeared still, but if you looked closely, you would see signs that they were profoundly uncomfortable, even abjectly suffering. Their jaws were clenched, their breaths sharp and shallow. The muscles of their thighs twitched. Their eyes darted pleadingly to the gold disk under the navel of the obsidian River Goddess up upon Her pedestal, checking to see if the sun had illuminated it yet. You would also notice that their bladders were cruelly swollen in their slender bellies, pushing out against the waists of their skirts like the bellies of women four months pregnant. Once a week, from the age of twenty to the age of thirty, the priests had to hold their water from dawn of one day to dawn the next. These young men had spent the previous day drinking cup after cup of a special herbal tea their elders prepared, and then the previous night tossing and turning in a disturbed sleep as the pressure in their bladders increased to bursting. An hour before dawn they had rolled out of bed, squeezing their penises and groaning in frustration, and hobbled to the inner sanctum in anticipation of relief. This, like different days when they had to deprive themselves of drinking water, was a tribute to the River Goddess. It was to demonstrate to Her that the people of the Kingdom understood that when water was not permitted to flow as it was supposed to, humans were simply undone. Thus the River Goddess knew Her worth. It was taboo for the priests to let out so much as a drop of piss before the appointed time. It was unthinkable. It was a transgression against the River Goddess that might cause a drought, a famine. They held it no matter how much it tortured them. While all of the young priests were anxious for the tribute to end, the one seated at the far left end of the line looked particularly miserable. He was the youngest, the most beautiful, and the least experienced with the more severe aspects of ritual in the Temple of the River Goddess. He was sucking air through his teeth and rocking slightly. His silken, tawny skin was bathed with sweat. Tears filled his long-lashed green eyes. The sight of his heavily distended bladder would move anyone to pity, but the River Goddess was not anyone. At last, the sun illuminated the golden disk on the belly of the River Goddess. One of the elder priests sounded a small gong, and the young priest on the right side closest to the Goddess hiked up his skirt, seized the pot before him, and started pissing into it, sighing involuntarily. The sound echoed in the stone hall. A perceptible ripple of anguish passed through the remaining nineteen, but none was so overwhelmed by the first priest’s splashing than the young man on the far left, who whimpered and grabbed himself through the folds of his skirt. They had been instructed not to squirm like this, but for the young man it was clearly a choice between disappointing the elder priests and angering the River Goddess Herself by voiding on the stone floor. One by one, the young priests were allowed to fill their ceremonial pots, the next in line not starting until his predecessor had finished. They proceeded in a stepwise fashion: top right, top left, next right, next left. Their streams were as fierce and strong as they could make them, both due to their own urgency and consideration for others who were waiting, but it still took each of them over a minute to empty. The poor priest on the far left had to tremble in agony for over twenty minutes, listening to his brothers pissing. He squeezed his thighs together and sat on his heels, kneading his cock and mouthing silent prayers to the River Goddess to please, please, please let the others hurry up and let him keep the seal on his bladder until they had finished. He was pale with terror; he sincerely believed that if he leaked a mere drop he would cause a drought and the children of the Kingdom would starve to death in their cradles. At last, at last, he heard the last of his brothers on the right side discharge the terminal spurts into his pot and set it down. He scrambled for his pot and managed to get the tip of his cock just over the lip before he exploded. “Oooohh, ooohhhh, ooohhh,” he cooed like a dove as he gushed all the pain and fear of 24 hours into the pot. The Kingdom was saved! After prayers were concluded, the elders transported the pots to the back of the sanctum for their own secret purposes. The other young priests crowded around to praise the youngest for his endurance, and to reassure him that it got easier with time. “Well, a little easier…” said one. “You almost learn to enjoy it…” said another.
  19. Lady Beverley has to suffer in discipline ============================== Lady Beverley lived in a small town in a large house with a large garden and estate. It was a time when the ladies of high society wore hourglass corsets and tight dresses. It was also true that there was no plumbing in the house. The maid had to fetch water from a pump in the courtyard. Also in the courtyard was a privy with a heart-shaped hole in the top of the door. There were chamber pots in the bedroom for peeing at night and in the morning before getting dressed. Lady Beverley was married to the honourable Lord Chiseller who loved his wife – especially her wasp waist and her ability to hold her pee for ages as she never compromised him by her need to pee in social situations. He sometimes only found out about her condition when she was supposed to be performing her marital duties to him. Often she had a rock hard and extremely swollen belly all night long. But it was a time when even couples did not talk about bodily functions. And Lady Beverley was able to handle the situation and hold back her pee all night long – after a long day of holding back her pee. Lord Chiseller then liked her so tight vagina, and her rock-hard belly was a cushion for him not to collide with her hips. When she had a full bladder, she was very sensitive, both about her bladder pain and her feelings of love. So the Lord would demand her to the marriage bed when he knew she had held back her pee for a really long time. Lady Beverley feared and liked these situations at the same time, but she always kept all her pee in while she was with her Lord. Now it is late spring, let's say May, and there are many guests in the house. Lady Beverley woke up late, skipped her so urgently needed morning pee – as she often did. Her maid Amelia always emptied her chamber pot in the morning and evening, but Lady Beverley often used her pot instead of the toilet in the courtyard because her upbringing made her dislike the so openly visible wooden house with the heart in the door. No one was supposed to know about her peeing, only her maid knew about it by her work – but just afterwards. So Lady Beverley today held in her night pee all day long, drank a lot and the meal in the garden filled her guts and bladder to a level even she reached just very very seldom in her life. But Lady Beverley had small talk to everybody and was a good hostess. She was part of the upper society by her husband's position, so she had to support her social engagements. Lady Beverley knew she had to hold her pee in as ever and she was used to suffer any torture for it – as long as it was needed. Her strong bladder was used to this plight and she ever coped with such situations properly – not letting anybody know about her state, not even by her body language. When she needed to pee that extremely bad like now, she tried to prevent anybody from thinking about she would hold her pee. She then deliberately did all the in such a situation so cruelly painful movements like standing up and sitting down, moving around in a (still discrete) female way, and so on. And she did not stop drinking then either – just to prevent anyone from getting suspicious or anyone from suspecting anything at all. She was used to such situations regularly and her bladder was strong and healthy (her kidneys were not causing any problems either, but nobody thought about her kidneys). It was getting late and some of the guests decided to stay the night. Amelia, the maid, had a lot to do and showed the rooms to the overnight guests. She herself – as so often also had a bursting bladder for at least 12 hours and she knew, she had to work not to pee now. She had the advantage not to drink much while serving, because she had to do so much today. But Amelia's bladder was in bad pain and it was difficult to prevent bending forward with the service tray full of glasses when she had major spasms all 5 minutes. But also Amelia was used to hold her pee all day long. That was those days time and the way she had to live and so she lived this way. Pain and cramps was just a matter of habit, practice and discipline! When Lady Beverley left the party, it was long past midnight and all women had disappeared, except the poor still bravely serving maid. Just the men sat there drinking and laughing. Lady Beverley's social plight ended and she left for her room. She still could not use the lavatory, because the courtyard was crowded and the drunken men by the time would have pissed onto the seat anyway. Lady Beverley looked for her chamber pot in an extreme hurry now. But it was not in her room. One of the guest ladies would have needed it urgently and would have stolen it to prevent a disaster in her own clothes. That was pure horror to Lady Beverley! She held her pee in all night, skipped her morning pee, lived with the pain all day and half of the night and with all the drinks, she felt a stinging pain inside her bladder for hours and hours, her belly nearly split apart and no facility to relieve. OK, the lavatory, but it was no chance to use it discretely this time...! So Lady Beverley took off her tight clothes, normally her maid Amelia had to help her, specially with the at her back laced extremely tight corset, but Amelia still served the guests. So Lady Beverley did not ring for Amelia, but nearly broke her arms to open the corset herself anyhow. Ohhhhh, what a relive: the pressure subsided. It was such a good feeling – even when her bladder started bulging out about 4" (10 cm) now. How had she needed this space all the hours. This now was a pressure she could cope with again. Lady Beverley lay onto her bed and fell asleep the same minute. Lady Beverley woke up several hours later, her belly aching terribly. She had dreamt of herself exploding, but what she saw here in the moonlight was really cruel: her bladder had expanded even more after the corset had been loosened, and because she was used to the regular pain and her current situation was much better than all those hours before, she had not woken up earlier. But now her bladder was the size of a melon and growing even more, as she realized a little later... Lady Beverley wanted to scream in agony and panic, but could not make a sound. She was paralyzed – lying there minute after minute, hour after hour, watching her bladder slowly grow more and more. She thought about getting up, but then what could she do...? The pot was stolen, the guests in the courtyard were still drinking and laughing – and she was actually without her dress and would not be able to get dressed without any help – especially now. She looked like she was pregnant and could not go out like that. Unacceptable in every way !!! Lady Beverley was in sheer mortal fear and nearly unable to even breath in this state. Her bladder now had grown up to about 8" (20 cm) prominent. She just lay on her bed like paralyzed and waited about what would happen... It was 4 a.m. now, she was dead tired and in such a horrible pain and torture she had never felt before. Her bladder once grew up to 5" (12 cm) and she needed the help of her maid, because she could not sit down anymore – what a terribly disgracing moment...!!! And she knew, that her brave maid that time also needed to pee really bad, she not even could stand still, when Lady Beverley peed into the pot, Amelia held for her. But Amelia had helped her and never talked about it. This girl of by the time 25 years was a really good maid. Lady Beverley actually was in the worst trap ever. She would explode and die any minute if she could not release theses oceans of pee inside her. She could not move anymore. She had no pot, she could not use the facilities in the courtyard – unthinkable to do so in front of any guests. She could just wait and pray for a miracle... The sun rose, the house was quiet, but every second anybody else could stand up and our poor, but extremely brave Lady Beverley still could not go out of her chamber... Then some hectic rush in the floors. It was Sunday morning – time for church...! Oh my God, how should she go to church in this state??? Amelia knocked on the door and entered. She saw Lady Beverley lying on her back on the bed, her heavy feather bed on the floor (so as not to press on the Lady's stomach), and the Lady's belly looked like she was heavily pregnant. Amelia herself had done the washing up and prepared breakfast after finishing her duties that evening. She was extremely tired and herself had not been able to go to the loo for more than 24 hours now. Instinctively she knew what must have happened, but she was shocked at her mistress' condition! "It's time for church! – And we're already late, Milady!" said Amelia. The etiquette of the time forbade her to speak of the situation so openly visible... Lady Beverley did not like to talk about her predicament either, and so Amelia only helped her Lady to get up from the bed. Sheer pain filled the eyed of both of them. Amelia was still holding her morning pee of yesterday and she had had a day and a night of hard work. Now she was lifting her Lady partly out of bed, which was actually almost too much for her poor bladder. And Lady Beverley had to sit and stand up and get ready for church anyway. Her extreme bladder was taking her breath away, spasms in her lower body and cramps in her legs every 5 minutes. Amelia also had spasms in her bladder every few minutes. She had not been drinking that much and her bladder did not have room to expand so extremely, but she suffered like her mistress at night when she went to bed. Lady Beverley had to be quickly prepared for church. Where was the chamber pot? Amelia bent down in great pain to get the pot out from under the bed. She thought her Lady would have been unable to pick it up with such a ballooned bladder, but the pot was not there. "Someone will have taken it away!" Lady Beverley said under her breath. She almost cried, but somehow prevented it. "I will not have time for this, we'll hurry to get me dressed for church!" she heard her voice continue. That was the only thinkable solution actually. Peeing from an overfilled bladder took a lot of time, which they did not have. The pot was gone, the courtyard was crowded and it was socially unthinkable to be late for church. Better to risk death than to damage the family's honour! Amelia had a lot of work to do to get Lady Beverley into the strong corset. She stood at the pole and held herself at the pole, while Amelia did her best. The laces ware too short and Amelia took some reserve laces to tie the top and bottom part separately. Lady Beverley was in hell. She could not stand the pain, but was paralyzed by it and her maid – herself with an almost exploding bladder – was struggling and fighting with the laces. She first prefixed the middle gap of the hourglass corset. Then she tried to tighten the upper body part of the corset. Even that was too much for Lady Beverley, but she fought the faintness. Gallons of sweat poured from the skin all over her body. But unfortunately this sweat did not relieve the load from her bladder... Then Amelia took strong belts to squeeze Lady Beverley's belly and then alternately tightened the laces again. After some time – both women were sweating and in extreme pain – the task was completed anyhow. Lady Beverley was in her hourglass corset with the "preventer", as she herself called the lower front and the belt. The belt was fastened through her parted legs and at the lower back with full force. No chance of undoing it herself. The "preventer" helped to prevent her bladder from becoming visible, when it had grown too large under her sometimes (very often) extreme load. And it prevented her from peeing and also from the idea of reaching between her legs. She never did so – she was too well behaved to even wiggle in her chair when she was in extreme pain and feared losing her water... The pain now reached new dimensions far beyond anything she had ever experienced. But Lady Beverley knew she had to endure it, no matter how and for how long. There was no excuse, she just had to do it...! They went down the stairs anyway. Amelia was also on the verge of peeing after this hard work and she was a strong and very brave maid. Her beautiful face looked pale, but she would have to endure the situation. She had never seen such an extremely filled bladder. Even though she was used to seeing extremes in her Lady, and she often thought of her abilities when she herself had to pee urgently. Lady Beverley could handle every situation. The carriage was already waiting, next to and behind the carriages and carts (2-wheeled horse-drawn carriages) of the guests. Lady Beverley tried to look as normal as ever. Her pale face was covered with powder and it was a long night. Anyhow she got on the carriage with the help of her husband. No one suspected anything about her condition... Then they tried to drive as fast as possible in order to still be at church despite the morning's delay. They drove over hill and over rough and smooth. Potholes hit the passengers in the carriage hard, but it was necessary. Lady Beverley suffered secretly. Sweat soaked her clothes. Amelia and some of the other women were also suffering really bad. But no one had such a overfilled and then additionally compressed bladder as Lady Beverley. Amelia was also way ahead of everyone else. She held her wee for much longer than 24 hours, while all the others – except Lady Beverley – had found an opportunity to powder their noses at least once. They still reached the church in time anyhow, got out of the carriages and traps and Lady Beverley had trouble standing up and getting out of the carriage. The many potholes had hurt her bladder even more and she no longer had the strength to withstand this extreme pressure for more than a minute or less. Her husband gallantly helped her out of the carriage. It was one of those rare moments when he thought she might have a rock-hard bladder again – and he loved it! Today's church service was special because the bishop himself would be present and no less than 5 children would be baptized today. Also the sermon would also be extraordinary and extra long today. Lady Beverley now remembered about this and she could not imagine being able to hold that big melon of a rock-hard bladder in her far too tight hourglass corset for hours and hours. Just a few seconds, maybe a minute or two would be possible – but she knew she was not allowed to let go in church or her family would be disgraced for all time and condemned to hell. What a wonderful time that must have been, her grandmother told her about when she was a little girl. Loose crinoline dresses with no underwear, no hourglass corsets, just comfortable corsets that held the body – that's how she thought: nothing pressing on the bladder and a clear path to pee under the crinolines. Stop! Do not just think about it – and this even in church...! She would rather suffer hell now than be condemned to hell for wetting the holy church...! After hours and hours, the church was over. Lady Beverley had cramps all over her body: bladder, intestines, thighs, calves, lower back and back, even her neck and head hurt terribly. But a Lady does not show that, she just has to look graceful and suppress her bodily functions until she is back home and finds some private moments. Lord Chiseller led his guests back to his house. Their servants loaded all the luggage onto the carriages and it was a long goodbye for everyone. Lady Beverley was dying while waiting longer and longer. She was at the end of her tether, almost dying or exploding. She was terrified of letting go, and she was terrified – even after the horrible drive through all the potholes – she had terrible fear of really exploding in the next second. The pain was unbearable. After all the guests had gone, Lord Chiseller had a surprise for his wife: Amelia would pack a large picnic basket and they would ride in the trap to the glade, a meadow in the middle of the forest with a beautiful gurgling and splashing rivulet. Lord Chiseller wanted his old coachman and Amelia to come along, and later they would have a private picnic while coachman and maid waited nearby with the horses and trap, a few minutes along, down the stream, but not visible or able to hear them.. Amelia seemed to panic when she heard, she would again refused to let her waters out. Just the idea of sitting at the rivulet, gurgling and splashing, while she has to sit next to the old coachman and not be able to let her own rivulet flow after then being without any relief for almost thirty to forty hours... She secretly looked at Lady Beverley, who was in pain and strain and effort far beyond belief – only understood her husband's words after some delay. Now she too started to panic secretly... But the Lord only smiled and thought of a beautiful night after his wife would have to hold her pee all Sunday too. He did never think about what had really happened. Nobody would just be able to imagine such a monster load in a woman's bladder [except Ana Didovic...] and then compress it her into such a corset. [not to solve even for Ana!]. The drive came, so did the suffering. Amelia sat by the rivulet with the old coachman, who was aware of her pain but fascinated by her discipline and her beauty. Lord Chiseller had picnicked with his wife, Lady Beverley, who was really sexy but unfortunately could not show it at this disciplined time... She was dying to go and could hardly breathe anymore, but she ate and drank bravely. Lord Chiseller was fascinated by her discipline and gave her more water to drink. The water of the little rivulet was clear and fresh – and Lady Beverley should show him the most filled bladder of all time... When they reached the old manor house at about 8.30 p.m., Lady Beverley remained silent, unable to prevent the others from getting the idea that she had a full bladder and was therefore feeling pain. Her husband used the lavatory in the courtyard, Amelia took the remains of the picnic and the dishes to the kitchen – herself more than dying for a loo. She was amazed to see Lady Beverley in this state. She had seen her earlier in the morning, but even then the Lady had bravely held back her pee and said nothing. As usual, there was no visible sign of her need. Amelia decided to withhold her own pee out of compassion for her Lady. She knew that the Lord would have sex with his wife after such a private picnic like this. Amelia could not imagine that Lady Beverley's bladder would withstand such an extra torture anyhow. She quietly prayed to god, that her Lady would survive... Lord Chiseller returned from the toilet while Lady Beverley anyhow bravely held her pee. They quickly disappeared into their marriage bed chamber. Lord Chiseller undressed his wife, took off the corset and saw her bladder bulge out about 8" (20 cm). Lord Chiseller was shocked, but he could not talk about it because of his upbringing. So he just pretended not to have seen the bulge. Lady Beverley also pretended that everything was fine. And so they had sex all night long on her bursting bladder. She somehow managed to hold it in, as usual, but do not ask me about her terrible pain. In the morning she changed into her own chamber, still without any pot in there (how to buy one on a Sunday...) and waited for Amelia to dress her. After 50 hours of waiting, Amelia helped Lady Beverley back into the corset. Lady Beverley's bladder had expanded a little again due to the absence of the corset and the night-long massage with Lord Chiseller's full weight on it... Amelia asked the coachman to drive her into town to run some errands. They left at 10:30. Amelia's bladder was full to bursting – no ready to explode. She slept (didn't sleep, of course) with her corset on, not to balloon like her Lady did. She – as a working girl – was not wearing an hourglass corset either, but a normal straight corset, but the pressure was immense! When they returned for lunch, Lady Beverley was still dry and pale and had real trouble hiding her condition. Amelia served supper for the family, still holding her pee in. After taking her own meal in the kitchen, she put the new bought pot under her Lady's bed. But it was too polite to talk about it. So Lady Beverley knew nothing about it. She could think clear of nothing but her pain and her plight and distress at keeping her water in. So it came to pass that she did not look for her chamber, but just was in the salon, suffering in silence. The Lord suffered with her, but did not speak about it. She would have to go when she would like to. Why did she wait that long? Did she know about his secret fancies? Was she holding it back for him? Lord Chiseller asked his wife to go upstairs with him. And they had a lot of sex again. Lady Beverley was like in a strange dream and let it happen. She could no longer think clearly from the pain and was dead tired. When she arrived in her own chamber in the morning, she didn't even look for the pot, just waited for Amelia to dress her. Amelia, who herself was suffering with her totally overloaded bladder in sympathy for her Lady, came in and saw the misery. She put the pot from the floor on the little stool, saw her Lady's face – who was now in an extreme hurry, but still brave. So Amelia buckled her corset over this more than extremely full bladder for the 3rd time. It was now after 70 hours of holding... She left the room briefly under a pretext and could hear her Lady breathing heavily. When Amelia returned, the pot was filled to the brim and her Lady still needed to pee badly. Lady Beverley anyhow had clamped her over-working sphincter shut again and was waiting for another opportunity to pee again more. Amelia picked up the pot and took it out to empty it. She had to empty the 1.5 litre pot 3 times. Then she dressed her Lady and used the lavatory in the courtyard in a visible hurry. Lady Beverley saw this and almost knew that Amelia, her faithful and loyal maid, had held her pee in sympathy... She was very proud of her maid. And she was very proud of her own abilities to hold such a load of water in such an extra tight hourglass corset with the additional "preventer" for such a long time.. Lady Beverley now knew that she would never explode and she would never disgrace her family. It was just a question of discipline and she would hold it even longer. The next night, two women in this house slept particularly deeply – and with a very full bladder again... The End
  20. i am looking for a old hentai manga i read a long time ago,all i can remember is that i found it on e hentai and that it was a female office worker who got trapped in a elevator with one of the coworkers and there is some pee desperation and the woman ends up peeing in the guys mouth as he was teasing her for having to go, if anyone can get me the name or link i would be grateful.
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