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This is my last new series for a while, and unlike my other works, it is an anthology series. This means that none of the characters have to come back, and each chapter can be unrelated to the last. Completely open to viewer support, this also gives you, the reader, the chance to ask for a scenario and potentially have it featured! All characters must be over 18. Feel free to DM or comment with said ask. As always, feedback is not only welcome but appreciated The Student-Teacher Bond Late-spring mornings can be deceptive. They start out cool and misty, then heat up with the sun. It made the afternoon unbearable, and summer vacation essential. Just as essential was preparation for a hot classroom. A cold, iced morning coffee and a thermos full of ice water was the perfect solution. After nearly a decade of teaching, nothing surprised Elizabeth Oliver anymore, especially not the lack of air conditioning at Howe Highschool. What did take her this morning was the appearance of Barbara Stern in the teacher’s lounge. “Barbra? Tired of retirement already?” The old teacher laughed “Just about. They have me subbing today.” Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. She wasn’t aware of anyone taking the day off. “For who?” “You.” This took Elizabeth by surprise, which she quickly dissipated with the realization of what it was. “Don’t tell me they picked me to proctor?” Barbra nodded, Elizabeth groaned. She paused “Well, at least it’s you. We’ve got a test next week, you’ve got the lesson plan?” Barbra gave the much younger teacher a look. One of a quiet knowing “Right. Like I said. I’m glad its you.” Elizabeth took a long drink from her thermos. “My advise Beth? As someone who’s had to proctor these state exams, they don’t let you out either. Make sure you refill that before you go in.” “Wasn’t you who had that student pass out from dehydration, was it?” “No, but I nearly did. Make sure your students have plenty too.” Elizabeth nodded. It was going to be a quiet morning. ############################# Megan knew her mother would kill her if she caught her buying energy drinks. But it was Megan’s own money, and she was 18 now, so it was her choice. She knew it’d be hot in that room, so two ice cold ones would do. The trip up to Howe Highschool was a short one. Despite the morning school traffic, the gas station from which she made her purchase was only a short drive away. It made her feel like an adult, to park the car and get herself situated. Independent and free. Quickly hopping out of the car, she called to her friend Emily before they entered the building. “Hey short-stuff! Wait up!” The small girl in spandex turned around, smiling but blushing “Don’t call me that!” “What? Afraid Mike ‘ll hear?” “Yes! Your mom let you take the car?” The building was already hotter than the outdoors. Both could feel it as they crossed through the double doors. “Yeah. I might leave after the test.” “Oh yeah, that’s right. You’ve got the make-up for the C.A.N.T, right?” The two stopped in the hallway, Emily put her bag into her locker and grabbed her books for her first class “Why do you think I have these?” Megan held up her energy drinks “Don’t let coach see you with those! She’ll make you drink extra water!” “I know. Been having water since I got up. I’m seriously peeing like every five minutes!” “Speaking of which, I’m going before cla-“ The bell rang, breaking their conversation. Emily continued “Guess I’ll be late. You’ve got to head out, They lock you out of those, and I heard you’ve got Ms. Oliver!” Megan groaned, she could already feel her bladder reacting to her recently finished water bottle. She followed Emily to the bathroom but passed by “Gonna have to be quick, you know she’s a stickler for rules!” Emily replied, but Megan was walking too quickly to hear it as she made her way to her state test. As she opened the heavy door, Megan was surprised to be the only student there. Ms. Oliver sat at a steel desk facing the doorway. Megan picked a seat somewhat near her, a few rows back. “Were we expecting a full class?” She asked “You and five others.” Ms. Oliver spoke curtly Megan nodded. “If it’s ok with you, may I use the bathroom real quick?” “No. Doors lock in two” “It’ll be quick-“ “You’ve already wasted a minute talking.” Ms. Oliver cut her off and ended the conversation. Megan was sure she’d be ok, but she’d feel better if she was allowed to go. The two sat silent for a moment. Ms. Oliver sipped from her thermos and Megan from her energy drink. Standing, Ms. Oliver grabbed a sheet of paper from her desk and walked over to the door, locking it. Walking back to the front of the classroom, she began to read from the paper, speaking in an authoritative tone. “I’ve now locked the door, The test will begin shortly. There will be no phone or mobile device use, nor is any student permitted to leave the testing are without forfeiting their work…” As Ms. Oliver read on, Megan tiled her energy drink towards herself and gulped down a large quantity to prepare herself. It would be a long test. ########################## Megan looked at the clock. Nearly a half an hour had passed. The heat of the room was starting to get to her. She had already finished one drink and was working on another. She felt warm, and the can was covered in moisture and sweat. She looked at Ms. Oliver. Her teacher was finishing her thermos, taking a large enough sip that it clinked off of her thin glasses. She looked at Megan. “Eyes on your test.” Megan raised her hand quickly “Can you open the window? It’s a little warm.” With this request, Ms. Oliver complied. Both teacher and student had downed a considerable amount of fluid and each was just hoping they felt warm from the heat of the room. Megan looked back at her test. 57 down, 200 to go…it was going to be a long test. Megan checked the clock. Feeling the first hint of her filled bladder. She looked at her now empty energy drink. She could feel its effects as she started to jitter from the caffeine. She tapped her pencil on the desk, the yellow utensil clacking off of the plastic desk. As her water and energy drink continued to push into her bladder, Megan countered sightly using her womanly muscles. A dull ache, it remained as she pressed on through her next set of questions. The room was still hot. Against her better judgement, she took another sip from her other energy drink. The can was coated with moisture, and the liquid did little to cool her body. A silence came back over the room as Megan returned to her work. Another question in and the quiet was broken by Ms. Oliver, who suddenly stood. Megan looked up, watching her proctor straighten her red blouse and press her black pencil skirt. She walked over to Megan, her heels knocking against the linoleum floor. She stood by the student, looking over her test. Megan found it hard to continue to work with the added supervision, and her mind wandered back to her bladder. A constant heavy feeling had settled in her abdomen, and Megan wondered if her tight, dark, jeans were too tight. A finger made its way across the desk and pointed at her test. Ms. Oliver gave her a complement “Nice job on this one. You’ll get there. Stay focused.” It was slightly out of the ordinary for Ms. Oliver, but Megan took the complement. She looked at her teacher, her eyes at thigh level, noticing Ms. Oliver’s pantyhose-clad legs shaking slightly. Megan looked up, Ms. Oliver smiled, blushing from embarrassment and walked back to her desk. Megan worked, but each question was seemingly taking longer. The heat of the room didn’t help. She wanted to drink, but couldn’t. The chair was uncomfortable. She dug her knuckles into her back to ease her muscles, but as she pressed into her back it was as though she had pushed her water forward. She cringed and shot her body forward. Rubbing her thighs together in an odd attempt to repel her advancing urine. Ms. Oliver looked over at the noise. Megan gave a look of an apology. Ms. Oliver looked at the mounted clock on the wall. “You have two hours remaining.” Megan looked back at the questions she had filled in. She could finish on time, she knew that. But she was slowing down. Her bladder weighed her mind down as well as her body. Like running underwater, Megan slowly felt her mind unable to press through her growing need. She peered at Ms. Oliver, her teacher was as stiff as a statue, Megan could hear her breathing. “Finish your test.” Ms. Oliver could feel Megan’s eyes looking at her “May I please go to the bathroom?” It was worth it to ask “Are you forfeiting your test?” “No…” “Then you may not. We can make it.” We? Megan reviewed her test. Nearly at question one hundred. Nearly halfway. The only problem was her bladder, which was filled entirely. Tap. Tap. Tap. Megan bounced her pencil off of the desk. Anything to keep her mind off of her pain. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. She felt hot, sticky, sweaty. The open window did nothing to help. She leaned forward, her white shirt was damp from absorbing her body heat. She adjusted in her chair, moving forward. Balling her hand into a fist and pressing it into her thigh, Megan hoped the new sensation would distract her from the tightness of her full bladder. It did not. She could feel the heat from her genitals as she dug harder into her thigh. She at the clock again. The rhythmic ticking soothing her somewhat. Ms. Oliver stood sharply. Stiffly, she preened her outfit. Megan observed as she walked towards the clock, her legs crossing with each slow step. She stood, staring at the clock as it continued to tick. Not realizing that Megan was watching, she dug her hand into her crotch, bunching her black pencil skirt into her crotch and bent forward. “A-are y…you ok?” Megan asked “F-f-fine.” Ms. Oliver pointed, blushing “Test.” Megan nodded and put her head back down. She still saw Ms. Oliver out of the corner of her eye. Her proctor paced, her heels making a racket as she paced. Megan looked up again, watching as Ms. Oliver grabbed at the hiem of her skirt. “Stop looking at me! I-I’ll forfeit you if you do that again!” She barked at Megan Megan smacked her dry lips. The room was hot, she was sweaty and dehydrated. Yet couldn’t drink. While answering a question on Macbeth, Megan felt a rush of hot liquid run towards her opening. She clenched, tighter than before. Still dry. Moments later, another wave of desperation came over her, this one stronger than before. She felt a hot, burning sensation as she fought hard to counter the strong urge to pee. She dug her hand in harder, wincing as she put some pressure on her swollen abdomen. Megan looked. Her bladder was protruding from her shirt, her jeans digging in. She rubbed it. Another wave. First a warm sensation that covered her body, then a cool one. Time stood still. She swallowed. Another question. Having lost track of time, Megan’s mind could only concentrate on one thing and that was not releasing her pee. Of all the times she had been desperate in her life, she couldn’t think of one that was worse. It hurt. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. I really have to pee. The same two phrases dominated Megan’s mind. She hadn’t answered a question in sometime. She just wanted to hold it. Her concentration was broken by a sudden gasp. She looked at Ms. Oliver Her teacher quickly launched from her desk chair, legs twisted like a vine around each other. Her hands buried deep into her crotch. She shook visibly. She picked up the landline on her desk. Megan heard her whisper “Please come up here and relieve me…” Ms. Oliver hissed into the receiver Whatever the response was, she didn’t like it. Groaning, Ms. Oliver slammed the phone back down. She shook where she stood. Megan tried again, hoping the obvious predicament they were both in would lead her to relief. “Ms. Oliver, I really have to go-“ “Stop! Stop! Stop talking about pee…” “But I did-“ “Finish your test!” As Ms. Oliver spoke, Megan could see a small streak of discoloration maneuver down one of her legs before she quickly sat back down. What made it worse, was the Megan knew she was next. She sat on the heel of her sneaker. Temporary relief. She struggled. Megan rocked on her heel, hand pressed firmly into her crotch. Ms. Oliver stood again. Megan watched her teacher pace around the front of the room again. Starting to feel dizzy. Lightheaded. Megan needed support. The desk. She grabbed it with all her might, her knuckles turning white. Her pencil rolled off her desk. She wanted to grab it. But she couldn’t move. She made one final plea. “Ms. Oliver please! I…I really have to-“ Megan stopped her words. Her mind went blank, unable to comprehend what she was hearing. A loud splatter erupted from where her teacher was standing. A two-pronged stream shot from under her skirt, loudly starting a puddle. Smaller streams and streaks began to splatter and drip from her backside. In shame she covered her face with her both her hands. Turning beet red, all student and teacher could hear was her pent up pee smacking the floor with a splash. Her panty-house were ruined as wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. “A-ahhh! F-n-no!” Ms. Oliver crossed her legs, the main flow of clear urine now spraying down her legs as it slowed. She gripped the front of her skirt and managed to stop it. Bending over her desk, she looked back at Megan. “I-I’m sorry…” Dead silence. Time stood still. The only noise was the sound of Ms. Oliver’s jilted, stunted breathing. Bothe teacher and student shook, their muscles at their limits. Megan couldn’t help but feel a moist sensation in her own panties. She felt. Watching her teacher leak had let some out. She felt better. She closed her eyes, and relaxed a little. Another spirt. It was delightful. Some more. And more. Megan looked down as she opened her eyes. The field hockey captain now had a dark patch on her jeans. She wanted to let it all out. She didn’t care anymore. Her teacher had leaked and now so had she. Her emotions took over. Relief, embarrassment, jubilation. It was too much for her young mind. Megan began to sniffle as she cried. As she felt the tickling sensation escape her labia, she stated a fact though muffled tears “I’m gonna pee my pants…” Again, it wasn’t her that took the spotlight, but her teacher. Clear urine had begun to flow freely from Ms. Oliver, starting a new puddle just a few inches from the last. This time, she had a partner as she whispered. “You’re not the only one…” Megan shook. At this point, she was more or less forcing herself to pee. It hurt too much to hold it, and she wasn’t the only one. But rationalizing it didn’t help as she watched a yellowish puddle expand from her seated thighs. Her jeans were warm, soaked and darkened at the crotch. Her entire lap was covered in a darkened cloud from the storm she was unleashing. The puddle expanded, moving slowly as she released, heading for the edge of her chair. Megan was nowhere near done as she felt it expand off of the sides of her chair. With nowhere else to go, it began to drip and splatter onto the calves of her jeans. They darkened somewhat, though inconsistently as a puddle also formed under her chair. Having caught the majority of her forcible pee, the chair began to leak down the front, and her entire seat dripped as Megan emptied her bladder into her pants. Megan put her head down. She sniffled, unable to keep her emotions in check. As she hugged her head with her hands, she could feel the tears on her cheeks. And odd sensation as her jeans cooled. Through coughs and wails she could only make out the word sorry. The only word she was capable of even conceiving through her sorrow. Megan felt a gentle hand on her back, her breathing was still irregular even as her most dramatic convulsions were subsiding. She heard Ms. Oliver whisper “It’s ok. Megan, its over. I won’t judge you…” Megan looked up at her teacher, their eyes meeting. Ms. Oliver still had her hand on Megan’s shoulder “Finished?” Megan nodded “Here.” Ms. Oliver motioned for her to stand Taken by surprised for the second time that day, Ms. Oliver received a hug from her student, even as she still cried. “Megan, it’s ok. It’s a stupid rule and I’m sorry. It got me too…but I’m going to make it up to you.” Megan removed herself from the embrace and looked at her teacher. “If you let me change in here, and finish your test, I’ll make sure no one ever knows about this. And you can be dismissed for the day.” Megan nodded, still glassy-eyed. Ms. Oliver hiked up her skirt and stepped out of her heels. Megan moved seats as her teacher shimmied out of her pantyhose and panties. Tossing them into one of the desk drawers, Ms. Oliver reassured her pupil. “It’ll be our little secret.” The two smiled as Ms. Oliver pulled her skirt back down. She’d go the rest of the day without panties, discovering the freedom it gave her to forgo them entirely. True to her word, no one ever found out about Megan’s accident. There was a rumor about Ms. Oliver, but as time passed, so did the gossip. This was just another chapter in the secret history of Howe High School.
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Join in and choose the fate of the Equestria Girls as they embark on some wet adventures. It’s got all the genuine accidents, caught in the halls, recorded, in the stall barely not making it, not holding it, trying to hide it, and more! To start off, who shall be first to feature.
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I aimed at a cute, a beautiful girl and I mixed her a powerful diuretic. The urge to urinate suddenly attacked her in the casual daily life at school or at work. She rushed into the toilet in a hurry and released a large amount of urine! Then she returned to class or work and took a breath of relief. The girl who had entered an occupied toilet with a person in it starts to panic and would urinate in a place that can not be thought of in common sense. A school girl who urinates in a trash box when the interviewer leaves the seat during a part-time job interview, a neat female college student who leaks while receiving a massage, sales OL who fills the car with a smell of her urine during the ride ect. Please enjoy the explosive urination of the girls!Free- 3 comments
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https://thisvid.com/videos/japanese-woman-morning-pee/ Is anyone aware of what JAV this video is from? I've been hoping to find the complete version with wetting since glasses girls are my weakness. The only obvious part is that this is from EVO, but so far I haven't been able to find anything.
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Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)
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View File Sortagirlylittlegirl videos Four of the videos from pornhub user sortagirlylittlegirl. Submitter Rubic13 Submitted 03/24/2023 Category Female
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Hello all, Before I begin, I'd like to say thank you to everyone that's supported me both on omorashi.org and on the Discord server as I dealt with this issue! It means the world to me that people I don't know in real life would take time out of their days to help me with my struggles! I got several DMs from multiple members wanting to help me out and it truly meant the world to me! I couldn't be happier with what this community has done to help me out since the beginning of my issues! Seriously, THANK YOU TO EVERYONE that left comments, DM'd me, participated in my conversations on Discord, recommended shows and movies, and just generally did everything they could to show that they genuinely cared about my situation and truly wanted to help! I said this earlier, but it really means a lot to me! This post is a summary of my experiences with urge incontinence. It legit just struck me out of nowhere, with its first appearance being a really bad and humiliating bedwetting like dripping through the mattress onto the floor bad. This was followed a couple days later by an accident at work followed by a wetting outside the bathroom at home the very next day after struggling so hard to make it home. I then called my boss all panicked and I was just like "something is very wrong with me and I just can't right now I'm so sorry" like I could barely keep myself from crying as I explained to my boss that I had become incontinent and needed a few days off for a doctor's appointment and whatnot. Lucky me, my boss is very understanding and put me on 2 weeks Protected Sick Leave at 70% pay, which is plenty considering I'm not doing anything to spend much money anyway. While off work, I had a number of sudden accidents at home where I'd get hit with this like "gotta go right now" feeling that I just wasn't able to fight and it would just erupt out of me! No amount of doubling over, potty dancing or grabbing myself could do anything to stop the urge... At first, I was so humiliated that I cried after several of my accidents, including when I started losing it during the ultrasound at my doctor's appointment and then lost the rest and peed through my diaper and down my legs and the side of the medical bed at my doctor's appointment. I stopped talking to pretty much all my friends other than just fake conversations pretending that I was fine. However, this didn't last too long. Support from the community mixed with me deciding that I needed to stand up and stop crying pulled me through the rest of my incontinence without crying any more! At one point, I even worked up the courage to invite one of my best friends (been great friends friends for like 20 years) over to my place for an afternoon movie and to just talk about life. He said he knew something was up bc I'd been denying his invitations to go out and do stuff, and came right over. We watched Deepwater Horizon and had a heart to heart for at least 30-40 minutes before parting ways for the night. I can't describe the weight that was lifted from my shoulders that evening! I'm probably going to sound like a therapist when I say this, but please, if you're ever actually struggling with something, use your supports. Friends, family, internet communities (be careful on this one), etc... If they're really there for you, they'll do everything they can to help you out, and that's exactly what everyone did for me! I couldn't be happier with all the help and support I've gotten! If I were to describe my incontinence, I would say that no matter if my bladder was actually full or not (it could even be almost empty), my bladder muscles would dance and spasm and contract and force the pee right out of me! Spasms sometimes came with a slight twinge of pain that I'd say was like a 2 or 3/10 on the pain scale that would go away as soon as the spasm ended, but the contractions had a different feeling to them... They didn't come with any pain or any warning. They'd just happen out of nowhere and the pressure in my bladder would skyrocket, sometimes to the point that I wouldn't be able to hold it back. Some contractions were worse than others in terms of how hard they contracted, and there seemed to be no pattern as to when they'd strike or how long they'd last. Sometimes a contraction wouldn't stop until I'd emptied my bladder, as happened at my accident at work and the bedwetting where I peed through my diaper. My doctor put me on medications for urge incontinence and told me to expect some degree of help from the pills within 2-3 days. However, I noticed a change the very next day. I still got the urge, but the contractions were smaller and didn't last as long, and the spasms didn't have any pain to them. I still had a couple accidents, but no full wettings except for one where I lost it in front of the toilet before I could get my pants undone and just hopped in the shower bc I couldn't stop it and didn't want to have to clean up the mess. It's now 6 days after my doctor's appointment and I've been fully continent for 2 days straight (hopefully 3 counting the rest of today) and couldn't be happier and more relieved to have this issue behind me! I'm definitely into both holding and wetting, as the feeling of my bladder filled to the brim with boiling hot piss TURNS ME ON SO GOOD, but when it becomes such a menace that it disrupts my daily life and forces me to call off from work, it was no longer something I enjoyed for the duration of the issue. I hope this gives a good description of what was going on, and that while I was struggling and rather embarrassed to be in diapers, it's not something that I couldn't deal with. It sucked, but I managed to fight through and I'm continent again now! Of course, I'm no longer in diapers. Not my thing. So glad to be out of them. Thank you to everyone who read this and for everything that everyone's done to help me out! Daredare205's best!
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Hey everyone! Its been years since ive posted! Long story short I wasn’t comfortable for the last few years posting photos due to a few situations i was dealing with. But, im in a new location now, and i felt like sharing this. So back in September i made my first messing attempt, a story for another time. Keep in mind, i generally hate messing a lot. This week i have my new place to myself so decided to pad up. I havent done anything in a while and wanted to finally try again. In the midst of filling on water while making dinner for myself so i could be desperate and really soak my diaper, i had to crap outta no where. It wasn’t an urgent feeling, and I hadn’t drank as much water as i liked yet so i kept going. One soaking later and finishing dinner im starting to feel more urges to go. I decided to lay in bed knowing I’ll probably have to pee again soon then ill just go afterwards once i change. I go and pee again in my diaper a good half hour later and the urge hits. At this point i was thinking of changing, but something just urged me to let go. Facing the mirror in a slight squat position i began to let go and was surprised as how much came out of me. Quickly smelling how bad it was I immediately changed and wanted to get clean asap. I hate clean up and smells so bad which is why i never do this. However i was shocked more as when i took the diaper off i realized i had to go more. I probably went another full size amount as the load in my diaper into the toilet then washed up afterwards and disposed of the evidence. Hope anyone into this gets a kick out of it. I dont know if i can 100% ever get behind enjoying messing, but i wanted to try.
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Hello, I started a long trip without using the bathroom, and now i'm stuck on traffic and desperate, SEND HELP!!! 🤣
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cw: this is male omorashi/desperation/accidental wetting just letting my mind wander and my brain thought of this: there's a line in the men's room at an event, and one of the guys ahead of you is so desperate he's bent over. his buddy is next to him with a hand on his back. they're a little ways back from the front of the line. the line moves forward but this guy can't seem to move. he's squeezing his penis hard through is pants, his face contorted in agony. his friend tugs gently at his arm. "C'mon man you're almost there..." the desperate guy shuffles forward without separating his legs. a couple moments pass and you hear the desperate guy whisper to his friend, "i can't hold it, dude. it's starting to come out." his friend glances down at him, then toward the front of the line. they're only three people away. as the guy at the front of the line is about to step up to a urinal, the friend asks, "hey, can we please cut ahead of you?" he gestures at his struggling friend and the slowly leaking penis clutched through the fabric of his pants. the guy at the front of the line hesitates, but proceeds to the urinal. the friend turns to the next guy in line. "please," he says. "he's starting to have an accident." blessedly, that guy waves them forward. the desperate guy lags behind even as his friend tries to pull him forward. the friend scans the line of urinals, trying to predict which one will open up next. finally, a man on the far right zips up and moves toward the sinks. "c'mon," the friend says, practically dragging the desperate guy along. "just a couple-" "god, no. NO! I'M PISSING!" the desperate guy cries out, stopping dead in his tracks only steps from then open urinal, his legs twisted desperately against each other. a dark spot emerges on his pants from under his tightly gripped hands. he let's out a sob of defeat. his friend looks back, his eyes wide with surprise. instantly his hands are at the guy's fly, shoving the futilely clutching hands out of the way and unfastening the button and zipper. another spurt darkens the fabric of the guy's pants, this time creeping down his thigh in a hot stream. "I can't hold it," the desperate guy sobs, truly crying now. "I'm peeing. I'm sorry..." he gives in. the hiss of pee flooding into his pants is audible even from where you are standing in line. his leg is dark to the knee, and some pee drips from his bent knee onto the floor. with deft fingers, his friend grabs the guy's penis inside his pants and works it free from his boxers. piss streams from the tip and sprays wildly as he pulls it free into the open air. urine splatters onto the floor, and a couple guys at nearby urinals try to move away even as they are releasing their own pee. "come on," the friend urges, pulling the guy forward by his shoulder and his forcefully peeing penis. as they stride through the puddle of pee he's made on the floor, the friend tries to aim the stream into the urinal which causes some to splash back in all directions until they're close enough that he can point his friend's penis at the drain. you watch, mesmerized, as the guy pees. both of their shoes are wet with urine and tears are still streaming down the guy's face that's now red with embarrassment. his friend reaches up and wipes the tears from the guy's cheek, still carefuly aiming the steady stream down. he rubs the guy's back as he continues to go. two more people step up to the urinals, relieve themselves, and move to the sinks before the guy finally stops peeing. the urinal next to them frees up, and you stride toward it, fishing your own penis free of your pants as you step carefully over the puddle that crept along the tiles. you relax and start to piss as you watch them from the corner of your eye. the friend gives the penis in his hand a gentle squeeze and shake, then carefully tucks it away into the guy's pants. finally, the guy seems to come out of his trance, and with shaking hands he buttons and zips his pee-saturated pants. "I... I just wet my pants," he says, astonished, staring down at the pee stain that's crept even further down his leg. "hey, it's okay," his friends says, placing a hand on his friend's chest. "it happens." he coaxes his friend over to the sink where he gives him a handful of paper towels. you finish relieving yourself and head over to wash your hands. the guy is dabbing uselessly at his wet pants. you can see he's near tears again as his friend takes more paper towels over to mop up the puddle of urine he created on the floor. auto12345678910
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Hello all, Please be warned that this is an ongoing story of my struggles against a new bodily issue. You see, I've always been into omo in a more casual sense. I hold at home all the time, and it turns me on SO GOOD! However, recently I've started to struggle with genuine incontinence... I've wet the bed and soaked myself at work, both of which left me utterly mortified. I'm not currently engaging in any purposeful holds. I'm hoping that by giving my bladder a break, I might push through whatever the current issue is. I also have a doctor's appointment tomorrow to find out whether it's a UTI or a genuine form of incontinence. My mother had urge incontinence, in that her bladder would clamp down for no discernable reason and she'd have very little time to find somewhere to relieve herself. Due to this being in my family history, I wouldn't be surprised if I was more susceptible to it or something similar. I'm hoping that's all this is, because it's really interfering with daily life and has reduced me to always having a diaper ready and wearing one to bed to prevent repeated messes that I'd have to clean up. Note that I'm not into diapers at all, I always thought of them as humiliating. I don't get off at all when I use a diaper, and consider it more of a crutch than anything else. I'm aware that this viewpoint changes form person to person and what flavor of omo you're into. Therefore I want to make it clear that I am in no way shaming those who enjoy diapers and/or genuinely need them. With that out of the way, let's get started. I usually only use the restroom once at work, right before lunch, which I'd already done. I'm more than comfortable holding it the rest of the day, as I'm not usually anywhere near full or desperate before I get home. I usually only go 2-3 times a day. That's at work before lunch, late afternoon or early evening, and sometimes I have to go in the morning before work. I'm a dietary host at a local hospital. I ask patients what they'd like to eat, pass trays, collect trays, and stock pantries. Needless to say, this is a rather social job. My day at work began like any other. I came into the hospital, placed my coat and whatnot in my locker, then sat down in the cafe and enjoyed a free breakfast with my fellow food service hosts. We just talked about whatever for about 20 minutes until it was time to head to the diet office, grab our work phones and iPads, and read through the day's notes. No notes today, that's good. We're also on a 5 host rotation, so none of us have a very large assignment. This has been the case quite often recently, and is a very welcome break from the 3 host rotations where I'd have a rehab unit and an entire nurses station worth of patients to get orders from. Not to mention that it takes longer to pass and collect trays when you have more patients AND don't have anyone helping you. Back on topic, I got about 15 menus before the cart full of breakfast trays was delivered to me. Quota is 10, so I'm doing pretty good. I pass the breakfast trays, deal with a couple patients that want to change their order or aren't satisfied with their food, and head downstairs to say hi to my old coworkers down in the kitchen. Note that I used to work in the kitchen as a dietary attendant and am familiar with the job roles and the people. After a few minutes of goofing off, I head back upstairs and resume asking patients what they'd like to eat. This goes on until 10:15am when I finish my assignment and start talking to random people that cross my path on the 5th floor elevator lobby. At 10:30, I head back to my unit and get a menu from a new patient and pre-organize my pantry. We don't stock pantries until after lunch, but I like to pull all the juices forward and check all the dates before heading to lunch. I then used the restroom and grabbed a Gatorade which I drank over the course of about an hour. This means I had the same bottle of Gatorade both before and after my lunch break, it's not like I chugged it or anything. After a nice big lunch consisting of goodies from the salad bar, some fries and a brownie, I headed back to the diet office and grabbed my pantry stock sheet. I then went back upstairs and counted the pantry. After counting the pantry and marking down what I needed to restock, I headed back to the elevator lobby to wait for the cart full of lunch trays to arrive. NGL, I pretty much just goofed off on my phone and said hi to anyone that passed through. I seem to be rather well liked here. Once the lunch trays arrived, it was basically the same as breakfast. I pass the trays out, help patients open their salad dressing packets (we have a lot of old people here), and deal with a couple people that want to change their orders. Passing lunch went rather smoothly and I went downstairs, grabbed one of the red carts for stocking pantries, grabbed all the goodies I needed for my pantry, and stocked said pantry. I then walked back to the elevator lobby to head down and return my cart. I was waiting for the elevator when all of a sudden I GOTTA PEE RIGHT NOW! It was a very different kind of desperation than I'm used to. I'm used to a lot of pressure bc I have a humongous bladder that maxes out just under 2L, but this was more of like the contractions that you get when your stream starts to die down and you need to get the rest out. It was a very strong contraction, forcing me to take my hands off my cart and double over! I ran over to the bathrooms, only to find them both occupied and someone already waiting! Shaking and nearly in tears, I begged to go first! I've never felt so humiliated in my life! It took everything I had to stop from grabbing myself in front of the random dude from central supply! Unfortunately, I had no choice but to do the most frantic doubled over dance you'll ever see for about 20-30 seconds before I got hit with another even more potent contraction that straight up wouldn't stop! It forced my pee right out of me, running down my legs and into my shoes before pooling at me feet, leaving me standing there sobbing! I was completely mortified with no idea what to do and just sobbed for a moment... The only thing in my mind was "no way! I didn't just do that! There's no way I'd ever do that!" I continued to break down for a moment before the bathroom door opened, and the occupant looked very concerned at the dietary host standing in a puddle with tears streaking down his face buried in his hands! It took a moment for me to bring myself back to the real world, at which point a housekeeper and a patient care tech had joined the group of people trying to help. I tried wiping my tears away and apologized profusely, still somewhat sobbing as I apologized. Everyone was very kind and helpful. The patient care tech (beautiful young lady that I've always had eyes for) gave me a spare set of the generic patient clothes and lead me to the patient shower where I cleaned myself up, wringed my clothes out under the running water, and changed into the patient clothes. I called my boss on my work phone (luckily it was in the pocket on my right side so it didn't get soaked) and told her that I'd just had an accident and needed to go home for the day, as all I have is patient clothes and I was completely torn apart by what just happened. I've always known my boss to be a very understanding young lady (I don't know her exact age but I'm guess low 30's at most) who's exceptionally good at her job and with helping people. She saw to it that I got to leave without having to cross paths with any of my coworkers, which really made my day. I went out into the parking lot nearly crying, and told the lot attendants which car I had and that I needed to leave early. They didn't ask anything and were very kind about the whole situation, setting the heat for me before fetching my car and sending me on my way. At this point I hopped on the omo.org Discord server and discussed what had just happened. More than anything, I just needed to get it off my chest so I could stop sobbing. I'm not 100% sure what I expected, but everyone was very kind and caring. A user (who's name I will not reveal bc it was via DM) talked with me for a couple hours and recommended a really amazing show called Narcos to watch while I try to pull myself together. I ended up taking a bath to try to calm my nerves before starting the show, since I was so upset I felt like I was gonna throw up. I ended up binging Narcos for about 4 hours before making some soup and crackers and heading to bed. I was so messed up that day that I hadn't eaten dinner, and with my heart conditions, it's not a great idea for me to skip meals, so I made sure I at least got something in me before I hit the sack for the night. This whole ordeal came after wetting the bed very badly the previous night, like dripping through the bed onto the floor. I have a whole story on that experience, which includes goodies on cleaning your mattress and whatnot. Naturally, after this many incidents, I've got a doctor's appointment tomorrow to see what's going on. Maybe urge incontinence like my mom had, maybe a UTI, maybe they messed something up when they did my hernia repairs (yes, plural, had it done 3 times at 2 different hospitals bc the first one kept fucking it up and the repairs would fail and the whole area would ache and burn). Either way, this isn't meant to be about my medical history, so I'm gonna call it here. I'll link the bed wetting story below. Thank you so much for reading through the whole story! Daredare205's best!
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