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  1. CHAPTER 1 Ms. Chandler was a good-looking art teacher for her age. Lots of the male teachers and students thought that for 35 she was pretty attractive. Her hips were kind of big, but some meat on the legs was hotter on a woman than skin and bones. That day she had on tan, tight pants and brown shoes. She wore a white top and orange dress jacket, and her brown hair tied into a bun. Across the hall was Ms. Kringle. An English teacher with a muscular body, tan skin, curly blonde hair, and that day had on white heels, tight blue jeans, and a tight green shirt. Late twenties, and man did she raise the blood pressure of some of the boys in class. Down the other end was Ms. Marison. Black hair tied up in a ponytail, thin legs, but a shaped butt, and wore a white button down dress shirt that day and tight tan pants and brown high heels. Then, a student teacher named Ms. Jennie was teaching her class in math. She was tall, brown hair tied in a ponytail, nice breasts, and they showed in her tight, dark blue shirt. Just like her nice legs in those tight white pants. Ms. Kelso was a red head with long hair, bright skin and long, tan legs that were athletic-fit. She wore a short black skirt, blue tight top, and heels. They all had something in common. They were in their late-twenties to mid-thirties, attractive, and they all had a big cup of coffee before work, and refilled at school before first class. They all just taught two classes in a row and as one could imagine, their coffees had them feeling a bit of a build up in their bladders that felt hot and a little pushing. Ms. Chandler sat in her chair whistling as her students finished their works. Her legs crossed. She wasn’t dying to go (yet) but who knew? What if they had a fire drill, a lockdown, she worried. The bell rang, and she along with the other teachers in their classrooms got up, guided their students out, and were ready to move forward for relief. Ms. Kelso locked her room door and began to walk off but was pulled back. Her key was stuck in the door. She yanked on it but no use. “Oh no,” she said worried, her legs shook. She clenched her fit tan legs together as she fought for her keys. Her room key was also the teacher lavatory key. Her glasses fogged as sweat dripped from her head. “Come on!” she begged as she put a foot on the wall and pulled back and got her key out. She thanked the lord and ran off. “Damn!” she said. She saw the school’s one teacher’s lavatory (they had a small school) with a line of the four other teachers outside of it. That only made the pressure in her build up. All five waited in line. The order went Chandler at the front, then Kringle, Marison, Jennie, and Kelso. Their legs went from a crossed to foot tapping motion as their lips did that sexy pounce like they want to kiss as they waited, annoyed how long it was taking. When Ms. Chandler had gotten there before first she stuck her key in to enter the one person bathroom, but no good. It was locked from the inside. She struggled with turning her key as someone was locked within. She stepped back as she heard from behind the door them releving themselves making her own pains worse. “Of all days to have to pee bad, right?” Ms. Chandler said to the girls behind her. The other teachers nodded in agreement. Ms. Kringle had her hands in her jeans pockets. She bounced a little in place. Marison looked at her watch as she waved back and forth feeling her inner preasure slowly build up to more discomfort. Marison said, “Um, ladies…there’s only a minute before the bell.” They all looked like they had seen a ghost. “Oh, oh!” A couple of them said. Due to safety policies for students teachers had to be back in classes before the bell. There was no way they were all going to get to go. Ms. Chandler knocked on the door. “Um, excuse me?” “Just a sec!” the voice behind said. “It’s just the bell is almost here. We all need to go, so please wrap it up.” After about twenty seconds, Chandler was going to knock again, but the occupant came out. It was a student, senior Lizzie Banks. The Principal’s daughter. Their jaws all dropped. “Hey!” Marison said. “You’re not suppose to be in there. It’s our bathroom.” Lizzie put her hands on her hips. “Like I care. Daddy gave me keys to every room in the school in case of emergency. Besides it’s impossible to put makeup on in the student bathrooms with a crowd in there.” She wasn’t even going to the bathroom, yet made all these poor teachers and their filled bladders wait. “Whatever,” Chandler said. She started to walk in, but the bell rang. They all had to go back to class. NO CHOICE! They moaned and walked back, except for Ms. Kelso who was at the end of the line and dancing pretty much. “Well I lucked out!” she said. “Next two classes are off for me!” And there she went, into the bathroom, panties pulled down, and letting it all out. She let out a sigh of relief. The others were so jealous. Would they get to as wel?...... TO BE CONTINUED…
  2. Omo weekend plan

    I am planning on dedicating my entire weekend for enjoying my bladder. I have already burst 2 times today, once being a huge struggle with leaks and flooding my jeans and the other time I released 1.2L in my measuring cup after leaking twice. For the span of 3 days I am planning on drinking regularly big glasses of fluids and every time hold it until it is bursting out. If you have any ideas, suggestions or requests on how to make this weekend even more enjoyable, let me know. Already at 7/10
  3. Mojikue(ver1.0)

    Version 1.0

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    ※warning※ This work is not a complete version. · Event cut not mounted yet · Extra after clearing not yet mounted · More than half of BGM default · Some defects not resolved (cause identification difficult but not affecting progress) It is better to wait for the complete version if possible.

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  4. I saw an older thread with a similar title to this, but to my dismay, it died a few years ago. It had a lot of good responses, and was very long, and I decided to bring it back since it seemed to be popular! Let's fill this one up even more! Also, if a book has already been posted on the other thread, please don't repost it here. Books in a series are totally okay. To start us off, here are a few of my most recent reads that I noticed: In Housewitch, the main character's seven-year-old son wets himself at a birthday party he is forced to attend, humiliating himself in front of everyone and fueling his mom's wraith towards her neighborhood. Pretty Girl-13 is about an abducted girl struggling to remember what happened to her for the past three years. The book opens with a second-person account of her abduction, which happened as she went out to go pee in the forest during a camping trip. In Bloody Jack, the first book of the same-name series, Mary/Jacky talks about disguising herself on the ship as a boy, and how at first she pretends to use the ship's urinals, then squat over them when nobody's looking, until finally she gets sick of that and installs a chamber pot in her room. In The Testing, there's a LOT of discussion about bathrooms in the post-apocalyptic United States, all done in first person. The first two-hundred pages have descriptions of what they look like and the character constantly using the bathrooms, usually about three/four times each chapter. Two notable scenes include when the main character is taking a long test(duh) and gets thirsty, but: "I didn't dare raise my hand, as I didn't want to use the toilet later and waste my time." The second notable scene is when her roommate hangs herself due to the pressure of the tests, and it's heavily implied that she's wet herself. Speaking of hanging, in the first book in the Mary Quinn(?) series, called The Spy in the House, opens with a scene of the main girl preparing for a hanging, and is describing a pool of urine where she's standing that was left by the girl who was hung before her. In the second book of that series, The Body in the Tower, Mary dresses up as a poor pageboy to investigate grisly murders that are plaguing the poor of Victorian London. The first scene is when she works with a boy around her age in construction, and they do a poor job and their boss chews them out in such an aggressive way that the boy wets himself in fright, and Mary quietly says she feels sorry for her. VERY detailed, with the sound, smell, and sight all explained. The second scene comes when Mary is sharing a room with another co-worker, and she wakes up extremely desperate to pee but unwilling to blow her cover, so she lies in bed thinking about the previous day's events and being tortured by both a person pumping water into a bucket and her co-worker waking up and taking a: 'long, hissing piss that made her own bladder scream in protest." The second he leaves, she goes before she wets herself. The desperation is nice, lasting for a few pages. That trilogy in particular has a lot of other scenes describing the lack of sanitation in Victorian London and the woes of the poor as a result, making me wonder if that author has some kinks.... .....And that's all I can think of currently. I sure hope this gets as filled-up as the last one!
  5. Chronicles of the Ascended (WiP)

    Version 0.1.1

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    Four girls stand at the precipices of both knowledge and destruction. Follow the tales of their adventures and "close-calls" as they uncover the world's secrets. This is a (short) demo for a recent project inspired by the the Omorpgs that are available out there on the internet. It is your standard turn-based RPG, but with an omorashi system attached to it. The current demo contains the first chapter of Sophia Lashkari, one of the four main characters and her servant/bodyguard Kyra. The gameplay is split into two parts, which I call "omo sequences" and "dungeon sequences." Omo sequences are puzzles where you have to find a way to the bathroom without wetting yourself. There are different ways to succeed, and each has a unique reward ranging from minute to useful. Dungeon sequences are self-explanatory. This current version contains 1 of each sequence. Further details can be found in the readme included within the folder. It will be progressively updated in the future, so keep an eye out on it every month or so. This currently demo is the first release of the game and should take you anywhere from an hour or two to complete. NOTE: The game currently uses only the default RTP that is included with the base copy of RPG Maker XP. Assets will be added in the future as development progresses. Furthermore, there have been no changes to the base scripts of the game with the exception of some changes to the base combat formula to accommodate smaller numbers. Naturally, there will be typos and events that don't quite work out as they should. If you find anything, please let me know and I will add it to the list of revisions. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please feel free to either post them in the comment section or send me a PM. The RPG Maker XP RTP can be found here: http://www.rpgmakerweb.com/download/additional/run-time-packages Thank you, and I hope you enjoy my humble project. Be sure to check back every word often as I make changes and updates to the game. If there are any omo situations you would like to see in the game, feel free to shoot me a PM. I am not running out of ideas or anything, but I would like there to be enough omorashi content that the game can appeal to a broad audience. Upcoming Releases:

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  6. Of the bat, what is your favorite video and why? Let's have everybody's best here to explore. Mine is this one This video just turns me up and round all my gears. The moans, the shaking and the struggle as she keeps on fighting the urge and stopping the leaks for almost 20 minutes. Best with headphones and high volume :)
  7. Okay time for a little market research which I and hopefully other omo authors can use to accurately gauge your interest in topics. This only really works if several people answer (so things don't become bias), so please share this topic with your friends! For each of the below, please answer with a number: 1- It repulses me, I'll stop reading at the first mention. 2- It don't enjoy it but can tolerate reading about it. 3- I've vaguely enjoy it to the point where it intrigues me. 4- It turns me on. 5- I find it very hot. For those interested in what I like, I've replied below. Who's Involved? A: Male B: Female C: Transvestite D: Transgender Clothing E: Nude F: Partially clothed G: Fully clothed smart H: Fully clothed casual I: Using a diaper The act J: Normal bathroom use K: Peeing in a container L: Peeing on the floor M: Peeing in a chair N: Peeing in bed O: Deliberate pee P: Accidental pee Q: Desperation R: A 'clean' stream S: Getting pee on them self T: Getting pee on others Sexualisation U: Peeing during masturbation V: Peeing during heterosexual sex W: Peeing during homosexual sex (male) X: Peeing during homosexual sex (female) Y: Peeing during oral sex. Z: Peeing during foreplay. Location: i: Inside workplace ii: Inside abandoned industrial iii: Inside domestic iv: Outside urban v: Outside suburban vi: Outside rural Related fetishes (only answer if you want to): AA: Loli AB: Coprophilia AC: Dominance and submission AD: Foot AE: Salirophilia AF: Voyeurism Thank you in advance! For those authors that are interested, I'll set up a separate topic to post average results in if this is successful. Keep an eye out for the link. In the meantime, please post your own answers!
  8. **Hey guys! So I found out most of us like the line scenario the best. I’ve done one at a party, done one at a wedding, and did one in the college dorms bathrooms with girls waking up with full bladders recently. This one is from the private school I went to. Now this didn’t happen, it is fiction, but we had limited bathrooms in this place. For teachers it was worse. They HAD to use the single teacher’s room. Using student bathrooms was forbidden. And I had some VERY attractive teachers lol**** Ms. Channy was a pretty woman in her late-thirties. She had short brown hair which was very dark, and her legs and hips had some weight on them, but she had nice boobs as well. Tight pants looked amazing on her as she taught history to her students. That day she had tight white pants and a tight white t-shirt. On her feet she had open-toe shoes. Her class was right across the hall from Ms. Leathan. A hot, skinny blonde whose hair waved down past her shoulders and wore a tight gray skirt and high heels. Down the hall was Ms. Maclen. A mathematics teacher. Tall, and blonde hair tied in a pony tail which looked sexy with her white skin that had a slight tan that day. She wore a purple top and her long legs were covered with black nylons as she was in her skirt. Although a tall woman, she did not have the toughest bladder. She had waited so long some days since being hired at this school that she ALMOST wet herself. The same could be said for Channy and Leathan as well. As the bell approached, each teacher stared at the clock. They were not dying (yet) but after two classes, a few morning coffees going through them, knowing they could be at a bathroom soon made them a little more desperate. When the bell rang, each teacher held their doors opened. Teachers could not leave their doors until every kid had left. Maclen pressed her arms on her tummy as she tapped her foot while kids strolled out. Leathan maintained an appropriate composure. Channy got rid of her kids and headed out. There were two women teacher lavatories’ in the school. One was out of order on their end of the school due to plumbing problems. Channy speed-walked to the other end. Each step adding more pressure to her bladder. She breathed heavy as she got to the bathroom door, turned her faculty key, and unlocked it. The beautiful toilet gave her joy. “Um…excuse me?” said a voice from behind. It was one of the new teachers, Ms. Bagels. She learned uncomfortable and was hopping place. “I’m so sorry but I did not get to go before I left home this morning. Can I please go first?” Ms. Channy turned to face the toilet and frowned. She gulped. Squeezed her cheeks and legs in those tight white pants. “Sure, go ahead.” Bagels ran in. Not long after, Leathan and Maclen got to the bathroom. As they saw Ms. Channy obviously uncomfortable, with her legs crossed as she had her hands in her pockets and leaned against the wall, they got behind her. Channy, Leathan, Maclen. Giving a squirm here and there as they waited in line. Five minute went by. Ms. Maclen and Leathan were hopping a little to deal with their growing discomfort from their full bladders, but Ms. Channy knocked on the door. “Um, excuse me!” she said. She was grumpy at this point feeling a hot, bulging pressure push on her lower belly. “Are you almost done? There’s a line out there and the bell is gonna-.” DING DING DING! The bell signaled the break between classes over and the teachers had to go back. They looked at each other, knowing they would be very desperate by the time next class ended. But there was no choice they headed back. In their class, Maclen opened her math book and froze at the sight of the story used for the equation. It was water-themed, talking about liters in a pool. As she always did, she read the math out to her kids who giggled noticing their teacher’s discomfort. “So Sarah pppoured watter into the pool, three times and-.” Her eyes widened as a jolt struck inside of her. Ms. Leathan was reading outloud to her students of a story about an old fart traveling the sea. The watery descriptions cause spasms of discomfort, bladder-filling pain into her lower body. Ms. Channy’s class was taking a test for this hour. Usually she would walk around the class to make sure no one is cheating, but everyone noticed her standing against the board, legs crossed, one foot tipped on it’s toes, and her hands pressed on her lower belly massaging it. “Um, Ms. Channy, you okay?” a male student asked, clearly horny. “Um…yyes Bbbilly. Let’s just continue.” Billy smiled and took out his water bottle. Shaking it slowly back and forth which caused agony for Channy. The next hour went by so slow. When the bell rang, she almost lost it in her bladder. “Gonna freaking pee my pants in front of all the students,” she whispered to herself. She headed off to the other side of the school. She saw the bathroom door and what was at it as well…she almost dropped down and cried. She said in her head, Noooooooo! TO BE CONTINUED….
  9. Aside from Hentai for being too over the top and having Anime with some omorashi scenes I don't think it's enough. There's an Ecchi Fan Service Anime called Bikini Warriors that was not based off from a manga and was created by FUNimation so here's my idea: What if there was a Fan Service Anime just with girls for guys and one with boys for girls that is a full-time Omorashi short series. Or better yet there is an actual Manga Inari! Aibration and can turn it into a Hentai because of it's Nudity and tons of peeing. I'm not sure at all though. What do you guys think? Should there be an Omorashi Fan Service Anime or an Hentai Omorashi Manga Adaptation?
  10. female A bad day...

    Okay so back in middle and high school I used to be very known around for always wetting my pants and acting like a baby. I could spill out many stories but theres one that spikes me the most, the first time I ever had a accident in class. It was first period and I was just starting 7th grade, at this point I was still heavily in to AB/DL and only liked some omorashi nothing to out there (guess I still had some innocence). Well as it was I ended up having a homeroom teacher that completely hated my guts because of the previous year of not fully completing classwork and never doing any homework. I never really liked focusing or doing any work at school so I always had to occupy my mind with my surroundings in a sense. Which usually ment day dreaming till the bell rang, but seemingly it was one of those days where it was incredibly hard to focus on anything, including the sexual abyss of my mind. I drunk alot that morning at breakfast only cause the food they served was uber dry, but with that the need to pee started kicking in right at the beginning of class. At first it wasn't entirely all to bad, I barely aknowleged the need to pee so I didn't really ask to go to the bathroom. The teacher then got up, presented herself to the class, just in case there was people in there that didn't recognize her, and passed out to everyone their assigned Chromebook, due to all the work being transferred to computer. Afterwards she sat down at her desk and told the class that the work was on the cromebook. I opened my cromebook and almost instantly went to the browser instead of the classroom setting and searched up AB/DL fan fics. The same stuff I spent the whole previous year procrastinating upon. As the time past my need to pee grew, by the time my bladder was bursting it was 20 minutes before class and I was getting knee deep in a fan fiction and had no intentions on stopping even though I was bursting, I figured I could read it before it was to late to use the bathroom, but it ended up being longer than anticipated. With that I glanced up at the clock and realized I had 5 minutes before class ends. Already knowing the answer if I asked to use the restroom, due to the previous year, I realized she wouldn't let me go due to it being apperently a school rule not to let kids out 5 minutes before the bell rings. My stubbornness got the best of me though and I still gave an effort to ask, as I did it was an almost instantly no, and I'm not one to plead in front of a classroom. So I was forced to wait. Getting passed the 5 minutes felt like an eternity, within the first 2 minutes I was already leaking into my panties. I remember thinking about which panties I was wearing hoping there not one of my good ones, knowing after today there gonna have to be thrown out. (They were black laced btw for those who wanted to know ;) even though that didn't help anything) I felt the warmth grow more and more as I leaked, by then I was practically in tears and holding myself, rocking back and forth not caring about my surroundings. I felt my bladder about to give out as soon as the bell rang, but an instant adrinaline kicked in and I jetted out the door only to my horror to meet the one hallway in the entire school to be already crammed with students. (It was a private school and it was REALLY small, the whole school only had 12 rooms in all, and it was only one hallway). Since I jetted out the room, my klutzy self ended up running into one of the schools biggest bully. Almost instantly he pinned me against a wall and mocked me with the usual. The only reason he bullied me was because of me not finding interest in him and dating him like the rest of the girls in the school did, I was way more into girls than guys at the time hehe, but anyways he pinned me down and threatened me. As this quick swift happened, I felt my bladder instantaneously give out. In my own horror I blocked out my surroundings and felt as my heart sank feeling my crotch fill with wetness and warmth as my bladder forcefully releases. As soon as I snap back into realization, him and his friends notice due to my facial reaction and the obvious black streak getting bigger and going down the leg of my skinny jeans, as reflex due to just getting humiliated anger came in and it turned into instant reaction to start throwing punchies. I felt as my fist hit him multiple times, but at the same time without much thought I felt my stomach churning and my bowels start to release as well (ethier from fear of fighting or adrinaline, not entirely sure why it happened as it did) it angered me more as I was feeling as I was pooping my panties too. After he fell down I came to my senses, and this is when I actually honestly noticed I soiled myself as well. With that my face became ever redder than it was before. By now tears were flooding down my face and my first reaction was to run to the bathroom. As soon as I got to the bathroom I peeked in and it looked like nobody was in there, but as I actually entered I noticed someone crying in the corner of the stall. I slowly approached her and asked her what was wrong, after closing the bathroom door behind me. She didn't really reply she just continued crying, she didn't even look up. Upon staring at her I slowly came to realization on what happened, from what I could infer from her style of dress and her ponytails she seemed familiar like a big baby, her skirt was really short and (not all to proud to say this lol) but I could clearly see up her skirt by the way she was crying, that she was clearly wearing a diaper. So with that, I sit next to her and lay my head on her shoulder. At this point she looks over and asks me what I'm doing, and I tell her waiting here until the office freaks out and starts trying to find out where I'm at. She asked me how come and I calmly explain to here what happened, figuring she would be in the same boat. Afterwards since she seemed to calm down a tad, I asked her what had happened to her, and she said that one of the kids at the school saw that she was wearing a pull-up and told everyone she was wearing a diaper, and when no one believed him he lifted up the back of her skirt and showed everyone. So she just ran and cried in the bathroom. I almost instantly feel sympathetic kind of understanding the feeling, I hug her and pet her lightly and say...today's just been a bad day all around for everyone.
  11. I've been getting into chubby girls lately and I've not found many videos of BBWs using diapers. To me I just find a big girl in a diaper so sexy probably because it's a much tighter fit and the diaper really hugs her body.
  12. If you people are familiar of me writing Fan-Fic stories about "Dragon Ball: Omorashi Chronicles" & "Dragon Ball Omorashi: The Lost Chronicles" I have stopped for a while because I have both Busy n' Lazy. It came to mind that it can be possible for such a Fan series. Right now there is a Recent Manga about Yamcha [well a person reborn as Yamcha] written by Dragon Garow Lee & along time ago there was a DBAF One Shot Fan Manga by Toyotaro [Toyble] (I read it and thought it was decent but the Ending was so Underwhelming). Where I'm getting at is that it may be truly possible to have a Dragon Ball Omorashi-Based series as a Doushinji, Manga, or something. There's even a Dragon Ball New Age series so you get the idea right? So should a Dragon Ball Omorashi series actually happen? Should it be Public, Private, or Exclusive? What is your honest thoughts & opinion?
  13. When I was in high school, a few times I occupied the bathroom a party when I didn't have to go. I watched the woman I found attractive cause I saw she was drinking a lot. I liked knowing if I occupied the bathroom right befor she got to it, she was desperate. Like whenever I saw a hot girl in school desperate but they weren't allowed to go I got turned on by seeing them in desperate. I did with a male friend I liked a few times as well. I never NEVER made someone wet themselves, the most I ever did was a minute of holding the bathroom, and there were many times I stopped myself cause I knew it was wrong but other times......I don't know. Then i I read stories in here like fiction by Gillian and the humiliation of the girl crying after wetting turned me on. That's sick. Sociopaths are turned on by others pain. I'm thinking of deleting my account. Maybe this fetish is sick.
  14. Amy was a beautiful girl in her mid-twenties. Shiny skin, cheeks that were kind of blushed red, nice legs which that night were covered with dark nylons. She wore white sneakers, very short black short shorts, and a long dark sweater over herself. A lot of the guys that night thought Amy looked so cute. She was the kind of girl who loved talking to everyone. She worked at an old bar in town. It had been around thirty years before she was born. While the walls and electric were up to date the floors, stoves, etc. were wayyyyyy past due to fixing up. "Hi, I'm Amy," she said. She stood at the front as the bouncer checked IDs. The bar was a landmark for her hometown and was across from the college she went to. "Please take a seat wherever you like. There's plenty of room at the bar." One of her legs kicked back a little and floated there. She noticed a slight pressure in her bladder. She had gone through a water bottle tonight already and was halfway done with a second bottle. Inside her poor, girlish bladder swelled up as more pee poured inside of it. The expanded bladder pushed against Amy's muscles and made her flinch. "How's everything Amy?" her boss Greg asked. A good guy, but did not always take the best care of his foundation. He was very cheap. Explains his three divorces. "You alright?" He noticed Amy's leg. "Oh yeah, I'm good, Greg," she said with a sweet smile. "You sure? You look uncomfortable. I told you to use the bathroom earlier like everyone else." Amy and the other bar workers came in an hour early to quickly clean up and make sure all was good. There were two bathrooms (men and women) but each was a single person’s bathroom. One toilet each. Amy did not like public bathrooms very much. She made sure to go before she left home, but after two hours and almost two bottles of water.... "Greg I'm-," Amy bent quick and flinched. One of her eyes shut tight. There was a sting of pressure in her bladder. "I'll be fine. I only have another two hours anyways." The bar was packed after another hour. There were two stories in that place, so a lot of room for people. Amy had gone out on the first floor to help people who needed refills or checkout. She flipped her wavy, dark hair sideways and got a couple guys excited. "Hey Amy," they said. "Hey boys," she replied. She was a good girl. But everyone loves to flirt. It was just fun. When she went up to bring glasses to the bar she saw the bar tender pouring a huge stream of beer into a huge mug for a table. The stream and foam that built up, the sound and look of it made Amy remember that she had her own liquids. Unlike an hour ago where the pressure came and went, it started to stay. Her lower belly felt warm, filled, which is why she hopped in place while she saw the beer pour. She went back up to the door. Her spot was right next to the window, and it was raining outside that night. It rained very hard and just like the beer, the sound and sight or moving liquids only made the ones inside of her slush around more. She tossed her bottle away. It was almost empty anyhow. She looked at the clock. Only fifteen minutes until her replacement came, then she could go home to her own sweet toilet. "God bless," she said. She let out a moan of relief. After fifteen minutes, she figured her replacement would come soon to greet people and bust tables. She left, but decided she HAD to hit the bathroom first. Her house was on the other side of town. A night like this during playoffs there might be traffic from DUI checks by police. Since she smelled like beer from having worked in the bar all night she did not want to take a chance. Her bladder ached very bad. Her face showed discomfort and she held her breath for a minute to take control back. Her legs crossed as she headed to the bathrooms. She reached and tried to open the door to the lady’s room, but it was locked. "Occupied," the person inside said. Amy stepped back, disappointed, and leaned against the wall. Her legs trembled back and forth. She could feel she was losing control. Her whole stomach felt full of pee, and the throbs were as bad as pregnancy contractions. Amy was desperate. "AMY!" Greg screamed from across the bar. She blushed as people looked at her. She hated others knowing she had to use the restroom. She ran over to Greg and saw the occupant leave the bathroom just as she did that. Amy swore under her breath and pictured Greg being pulled into Hell (Amy was a horror writer). She stood in front of Greg while she bounced in place. "You can't just leave your post." "Allison was coming in, it was only a minute difference. I had to-." she cut herself off due to inner shame. "Allison called out. Plus, Mario went home sick, so I had to send Paul off from the floor and into the kitchen to help cook. People love our famous roasted nachos." Amy agreed there, they were the best. "I need you to stay." Amy's jaw dropped. Her eyes widened. "Wait, wait, wait," she said as Greg walked away. She grabbed him by the arm. "I can't, I really need to-." she stopped again. Damn this inner embarrassment she and others had of letting others know she had to pee. "What?" Greg asked. Amy stopped bouncing. "I . . . eh . . .nothing." Greg left and she stayed at her post. The poor, cute girl's bladder started to beat against her insides. She was a girl who was in shape, so there was not much extra room for the bladder to expand. Her knees went in and out from each other. She bit her bottom lip and looked around. God, I gotta pee! One of her legs crossed in front of the other. She continued to greet people, but after the bar's attendance dropped and less had come in, she felt time to spare. She had held in all her urine for four hours at this point. Her bladder had been full that long, and every minute just felt more pressure, and more pee poured in, making it overflow inside of her. She locked her legs tight as she noticed the warm pain. "Oh no," she whispered to herself. Amy did not have a choice. She speeds walked to the back of the bar to the bathrooms. She wrestled with the handle. Occupied again! She kept wrestling with it. She knocked on the door, "Um, hello?" she squeaked. "Are you gonna be long, I really, really gotta pee!" No one answered. Amy placed a hand on the wall, the other one her hip, legs crossed, and hopped in place. She looked so sad. She saw everyone at the bar. She wished she could stop bouncing but she'd pee herself if she did. A few guys stared at her, a couple of them laughed. Amy shut her eyes and blushed fierce red. Her belly growled loudly, but not for hunger. It's a good thing she wore gym-style short shorts because the waist easily expanded as more and more pee formed inside and pushed against her muscle's walls, making her belly visibly expand. She knocked hard on the door. She placed her hand to her mouth and eyes watered from sadness. She could feel herself as if she woke up early in the morning with a full bladder. But here, she was stuck. A blonde girl in a mini skirt walked up looking just as desperate. "Occupied, sorry," Amy said. That killed her a little inside because it meant bad for as well. The blonde though wrestled with the handle. No reply. She kicked the door and it opened. No one was inside. Amy's mouth dropped opened. It was never occupied; the door was probably just stuck at the knob. Everything so old and rusted in this place no wonder. The blonde sprinted in and shut the door, locking it. "Nooo!" Amy said. She covered her eyes with sleeves that covered her hands. One leg kicked back in the air as she squirmed. "Oh come on, I can't pee myself here. Not here. I know so many of these people." Her desperation was intense and she was worried. She really, really, REALLY needed a toilet. Her bladder stung with hot pain and kept shooting pressure throughout her body. God, I'm gonna pee my pants all because I was stupid and stood in front of a bathroom door that was never occupied! I could've gone! She thought to herself. She heard the toilet flush which caused an eruption of agony inside of her body and mind. She bent forward and held her hands on her knees as they wobbled. The blonde washed her hands and the sound of a pouring sink did not help Amy. The door opened. The blonde left. A man left the men's room, and Amy had a toilet. FINALLY, she went in but before she even clsoed the door she heard rumbling. Brown stuff poured out of the sink, and the toilet started to overflow as well with the same stuff. "EWWW!" Amy shouted, dying inside from her bladder. She ran out and saw the same thing happening to the men's room. She called Greg over. He swore. He shut both bathroom doors and locked them with his key. He slapped OUT OF ORDER signs on both doors. Amy's heart sank. She was afraid to ask. "G-Greg. What the h-hell h-happened?!?" "I never did take good care of this place. The pipes on this end are so old and worn out all that stuff coming out was rust mixed with water and sewage waste. Can't let anyone in there." Amy almost died from hearing that. Her legs squeezed together tight. She started to sweat. "Wait. No one c-c-can go in there? But Jeff I-." she stopped herself. "You have to really go don't you?" Greg asked. Amy shook her head. Lying. "Yeah, ok," he said. "Well hang tight. I still need you here. Mikey is a trained plumber. He can fix the bathrooms in no time. "Greg, I can't stay. I DO have to pee! I can barely hang on; I feel like I'm about to burst. I can't have an accident, please let me-." "Look Amy,I let you have all last week off. You owe me. If you leave, don't come back." This shocked her. Amy had to pee sooooooo bad. She really just wanted to go. Why was he acting like this towards her? "Greg, I was sick all last week. I'm begging you," she said, hands folded out in a plea. She begged, "Please, I am gonna pee my pants if-." Greg put a hand in front of her. He left and Amy took a final glance at the doors. OUT OF ORDER. Those words at her strength. She felt the pee inside of her body boiling. She was dying to use the toilet already. Oh, if only she had realized no one was in it before. Amy went back to work. She passed Mikey who headed to the bathrooms with a toolbox. "Don't worry Amy," he said passing by. "Hold on and you can go in no time. “He gave her a supporting slap on the back which made her eyes widen. She crossed her legs and and crouched a bit down. Tears fell from her eyes. The slap caused a shock through her body that made a couple drops leak out into her panties. Amy's poor black panties had been stained. But it was nothing compared to the mess that will happen if Mikey didn't hurry up. She was helping at tables. Some of the guys turned on by her awkward desperation movements, and they checked her out. Those legs looked great in nylons. Her legs moved back and forth, and her voice trembled when helping customers. "Y-yes mamm, I'll gg-g-get the check for you." Amy could not stop glancing at the bathroom. Come on, come on, come onnnnn!!!!!!! She was trapped! Trapped in a prison without a bathroom. Dozens of people around her, ready to look and laugh if she started to pee her panties. She cried a little. Both from the pain of desperation and thought of embarrassing herself from going in her pants in public. She mumbled in bladder pressure pains, "Googhhg, ohhhhh, brrrgh. Oh....oh....oh." Her inner muscles were losing the battle. Pee was breaking through her cracks, coming through her exit area. "This can't be happening to me." she said. She stood at the door to greet again. She held her arms around herself, her legs crossing and uncrossing, just squirming and squirming. Amy did not have much time left. She and her panties and nylons and reputation were doomed! Across the bar a worker was with guys watching the big screen. They opened a champagne to celebrate a score on the game. The top popped off and champagne shot and poured out. Amy looked in horror, boiling pressure inside of her. "Eeeeeeeeeeee," she squeaked through her teeth. It made her want to release her dying bladder and let it flow but she had to fight. Come on Amy, she thought to herself, You gotta hold it! You can't lose, you have to hold it! She saw Mikey across at the bathrooms. He gave her the thumbs up. He had finished the ladies room. Amy sparked with joy. She was gonna make it. The guys at the table were clearly turned on by her desperation though. As she went to the toilets one grabbed her by the sweater. "Excuse me, can we get refills." Amy looked around, horrified, most of the waiters had gone home, but she was forced to stay. She took the mugs and went to the bar to pour drinks. The pouring killed her more and more mentally. "EEEEEEEEEEeeeee." She cried a bit, and realized she had maybe seconds to get to the toilet to avoid an accident. "Oh no," her heart skipped a beat. A couple more drops leaked out. She felt it under her nylon and roll down her leg. She ran to the guys with the beers. She started to walk away but was pulled again. "Don't forget your tip sweetie," the guy said. She took the $1 bill Seriously. She took off again and was at the bathroom door, toilet fixed, her breathing picking up. "AMY!" Greg screamed. She shut her eyes, ready to close the door and relieve herself finally, but Greg waved for her to come over. She looked at the toilet and bounced in place very fast. The alarms on her bladder going off, as the dam inside was about to give way to her rushing waters. She walked over to Greg, VERY slowly. She was sweating under her sweater, lower belly, hanging over her shorts' waistband, the steaming pressure inside of her. As she got closer to Greg it started to happen. She could not feel it, yet, but it was happening. She was going in her pants. She shook in front of Greg. "I wanted to thank you for tonight. You've proven yourself a great employee and-." He noticed small leaks falling down her nylons. "Oh no," Amy whispered. "God no, don’t let this-NOOOOOOO! No PLLLLLEASE NOOOOOOO!" And as she screamed that BOOM! Her bladder popped inside of her with such force she almost fainted. People watched in amazement, feeling bad for her, and both as a huge busted pipe of pee shot out of her bottom, pouring out of the bottom of her long sweater. It hurt so bad when her bladder popped but pee kept rushing out and streaming down her legs. People started to point and laugh she saw. One guy was even recording with his phone. Amy covered her mouth with her hands which were covered with long sleeves. She was crying so hard as more and more urine leaked out, the stream would not let up. She covered her whole face. Greg stepped back, looking turned on. Happy he hired her....even if he felt bad for this. The bottom of her sweater had pee shot at it, staining it all around from front to back, causing a stink or old vegetables on the floor and her. She almost made it. ALMOST avoided this embarrassing incident, but her poor bladder could not take any more pee. Now it looked like neither could the bar's floor. She tried to run out but slipped on her own pee, landing on her butt. A sweet guy, probably the nicest in the bar, ran up to help her up, placed his sweatshirt around her and ran her out. "It's ok, it's ok," he said. She realized it was Jeffrey, the boy next door. Her childhood crush. Little did she know; she was his as well. He did not notice her all night since he was depressed all day. Amy looked up at him and hugged him so comfort. "It's ok, it's ok," he said. Hopefully, something good might come out from this horrible event. THE END.
  15. I have an idea for a female desperation story and would like someone to write it, in exchange I’ll writr a story for you on what you want. Comment below or message me for details.
  16. How to get quickly desperate?

    I enjoy putting myself into really desperate situations as often as I can and I really enjoy the entire experience from when I start to feel like I am really filling up and my bladder starts to expand and get harder. As I've been doing this for a long time, I often get myself into situations where I need to drink lots and wait for a good while until I get to feel the first faint signs of needing to pee. This can be really frustrating sometimes when you really don't have the time or are in the mood but you keep on drinking and the urge is just not arriving. Any ideas / personal suggestions of liquids that I should try which could speed the process up, and in what quantities (so I don't start to feel like throwing up). Personal experiences really welcome ;)
  17. Message me for details. It's based in an episode of the show. Thanks
  18. Hey all! Before I start; a few things: - I'm writing this on my laptop, and for some reason, whenever I press something like ' or ", it instantly types it, so I can't really write things like "Pokemon" correctly - I'm not English, so there may be some spelling mistakes - I don't really have a schedule for when I write, so check back often ;) Now, without further ado: ------------------------------------------------------- She opened her eyes, but quickly closed them to block out the harsh sunlight comming from the window. Eyes still closed, she yawned. "You up?" She heard from downstairs. "Comming!" She yelled, her voice raspy and dry. She opened her eyes and sat up, brushing her halflong hair out of her face and wrapping her blanket around her shoulders. She looked around the room. Everything was bathing in the warm morning light, almost making it look like a painting. She pushed her bright pink blanket away from her and got up. "Good morning sleepyhead" her mom smiled from the kitchen. "Mornin'" She replied "What's for breakfast?". "I'm making some eggs, here, have a taste". "Oh, by the way..." Chloe looked up, her mouth stuffed with egg "your dad asked you to come by later today". Chloe swallowed her egg and took a breath before replying "Oh? Something the matter?". "I don't know, he was running late, so you'll have to ask him. You should probably leave as soon as possible". Chloe knew her mom was right, her dad was a busy man and if he asked her to come to his work, it was probably something important. "And, of course..." her mom looked slyly at her "Happy Birthday hunny". Her mom got a package from underneath the table, wrapped in bright yellow paper with different kinds of berrys on it. "Oh my gosh mom thanks!" Chloe eagerly took the package and opened it. Inside, there was a pretty, black bracelet with small pink stones on the side. "I love it!" Chloe yelped as she put it on, "Thank you!" she said as she hugged her mom. The lab was always quite imposing, being the biggest building in the town, with a big poke-ball logo on the front and fancy glass doors. Chloe swallowed and walked inside. The blonde behind the counter looked up and smiled. "Ah, Chloe, your dad is expecting you" she said, and Chloe smiled at her as she walked past and went up the stairs. Once at the third floor, she walked through the hallway, counting the doornumbers, "34...35...36...Ah!". She opened the door and walked into the office, if it could be called that. It had the desk and the bookcases, but lining the wall were pipes and machinery, and a glass wall with a door leading to a blue-ish room where even bigger machines were puffing away. "Ah, Chloe! Good that you could see me on such a short notice. First off all; happy birthday darling, did your mom give you your present?" "Yes!" Chloe proudly stuck out her arm, showing off her bracelet. "Haha, glad you like it. Now, you're probably wondering why I called you over here" he asked "Well, my Staraptor got blindsided by an Archeops, and he's down for the count, so I need you to get me some stuff from the next town over.". Chloe's eyes widened, she barely ever left the town, so this was a great opportunity. "I'll let you choose one of the Pokemon working here to assist you on your journey". Chloe heard a lot of rumbling behind her, and as she turned around, she saw a bunch of Pokemon behind her. There were Kling, Klang and Klingklang, a Magnezone, a Clefairy, and more, just out of her sight. "Hmmmmm" she said, looking around, when she saw something yellow shoot away on the wall, quickly moving in here direction, dropping from the ceiling and dropping on the ground in front of her, majestically landing on it's feet. The Galvantula looked at her, head tilted like a puppy, eight glistening eyes. Chloe turned around, "I'll take Galvantula, he seems pretty excited to go outside" she said. "Great!" he replied, "And if anything happens, call mom, ok? There's a professor at the Sandcurl Pokecentre, he'll know what to do". "Ok, I shall not dissapoint you, sir!" she said, saluting with a smirk, before jumping on Galvantula's back and riding out of the office... TO BE CONTINUED
  19. During the World Martial Arts Tournament before the Duels began & the havoc of Majin Buu, the Z-Fighters prepare for their matches once the Tournament starts but Android 18 was having a trouble of her own... Krillin: *Trains* YAH! YAH! Man I can't wait to beat people who are weaker than me before I face someone like Piccolo or those New Creepy Colored Guys. Goku (Halo): Hope you do well Krillin you are going to need it. Vegeta: Kakorot I hope you are excited about us fighting so soon so I can beat you to a pulp! Piccolo: You Saiyans always have fighting on the brain while we Namekians just want peace & quiet. Gohan: *Laughs* It's a good thing I'm only Half Saiyan huh Mister Piccolo Android 18:*Shivers*..... Krillin: Honey are you okay? Android 18: Yes I'm fine I just want to know where the restroom is. Videl: Oh it's over there down the hall do you want me to escort you there? Android 18: I'm a grown woman & a mother I can go by myself. Videl: Okay then rude much. (Android 18 walks down the hall) Android 18: Ugh! How far is it!? Might be best to run for it then again people will see how I'm truly made of. Android 18: I think I see the restrooms I'm almost ther--- Android 18: *Grabs groin area* Oh my gosh! I think I'm gonna burst! Android 18: Almost. To. The. Door--- OH NO! *Starts peeing in a Splash* Android 18: Ah crap! *still peeing uncontrollably* Great now I need to go Change... (Android 18 stops peeing & fly's out quickly back to Roshi's house to change at Full Speed) Random Person: Huh? Who made this miss? (Android 18 returns to the Preparation area in a Flash) Krillin: 18! What the heck!? What happened!? Why were you flying!? Android 18: Trust me sweetie you don't want to know... The Gang and other Fighters were called to start the Tournament and it was going to be one heck of a day...
  20. **Anyone remember Castle? Ended a few years ago. Here's a little fan story since I can't seem to find more that take place in this universe and with Kate Beckett.** Captain Kate Beckett of the NYPD woke up that morning with her husband, Rick Castle next to her. Both naked as they kissed. She got up and waved her beautiful brown hair around, and then walked off to the bathroom. She watched Castle as she knew he admired her thin, tan body. Today was her day off and nothing would ruin it. She and her husband would spend the day together. As she brushed her teeth her cell phone started to buzz. She picked it up and answered. “This is Beckett.” “Beckett, hey,” it was Esposito. “Look Cap, I know it’s your day off, but we got a situation.” “Esposito, honestly Castle and I solve every case with you guys down there every week. You’re a Lieutenant now. You can handle it. Get Ryan to help you.” “That’s just the thing. Ryan is in trouble!” Beckett dropped her toothbrush. In this type of job, she knew there were risks and dangers. She had seen cops die on the job. But Ryan was one of her friends as well. She was worried. “What happened to Ryan?” “He was undercover in that drug cartel.” “Esposito, you were supposed to be the one to go undercover! Ryan’s not even Hispanic-looking.” “That might be why they checked him extra hard and found the mic we put under his tongue. The cartel called us and said they want every piece of evidence we got on them, or else Ryan gets it.” Beckett rubbed her hand down her face. So much for a day off. “Give me twenty minutes. I’ll be down at the station. Have everything circumstantial copied on paper as evidence and in boxes in case this comes down to more.” She ran into the bedroom as she slipped her panties and bra on. Both brown and delicious. “Castle we-.” She stopped stunned as her husband laid in a Greek-art like position and winked at her with breakfast on a plate in front of his crotch. “Babe, maybe later. Ryan’s in trouble.” “I swear, seriously?” Castle said as he got up. “They can’t solve one case on their own?” “Exactly!” Beckett agreed. Castle used the bathroom as Beckett got dressed. She slipped on tight blue jeans, black boots with heels, a black t-shirt, and dark leather jacket over it. They head out…and Beckett did NOT release her morning pee. By the time they got to the station Beckett felt a cramp in her lower belly. “Crap!” she said. Her morning pee still filled most of her bladder. She felt that warm discomfort that pushed against her waist. “Beckett!” Esposito said as he ran over. He handed her a file. “Here’s everything in summary uniforms picked up at the warehouse they’re holding Ryan at.” Beckett studied the summary as her legs closed together tight and one foot on its toes. Her butt cheeks made a nice shape in those jeans as one could tell the movements from holding. “Let’s head out. Call SWAT to meet us there and take cover.” “Got it!” Esposito said. He went off. Beckett turned to Castle. “Ok, babe, I need to take a quick bathroom break before we go or I’m going to burst on the job. Wait for me.” She gave him a kiss and ran to the lady’s room. She saw the closed door that covered multiple stalls and toilets behind it to give her relief. She smiled from the joy of that knowledge but as she pushed the door it would not budge. “What the?” She gave a harder push, but nothing happened. She inhaled and puffed her facial cheeks out as the strain pushed on her bladder and made it more likely to leak into her pants. Little did Beckett know there were two cops in there smoking some of the devil’s lettuce. She knocked on the door and bounced in place. “Excuse me, is anyone in there?” “Beckett, time to go!” Castle yelled. She moaned. “Ohhh!” She followed Castle out the door. They stopped at the warehouse which was on a harbor near the lake. Everyone got out and Esposito set up the SWAT team behind cargo boxes and told them to await orders from the Cap. Beckett meanwhile could barely get out of the car. Her bladder had held in a night’s worth of pee, so the muscles around it were tired and sore. She held her belly and took a deep breath as she struggled to balance herself up. The pain was pulse after pulse that ruptured her whole stomach in a boiling sensation. Not to mention the anxiety she felt of having an accident in front of her husband, friends, and every cop she was the boss off. “Beckett, you okay?” Castle asked. She did not want to hear any smartass jokes about her need to pee. Even though she REALLY had to. “I’m…urr…I’m fine.” Her voice was breathless. “Let’s get to work.” Esposito had his tech girl hack into the security cameras of the warehouse. They had full footage of everything inside. And everyone. “My boy Ryan!” Esposito said worried. Detective Ryan was strapped to a chair and clearly beaten up. Blood fell from his nose. They heard him say, “You cartel clowns can do what you want.” He spat blood at them. “I don’t even have a wife or kids anymore. You might as well pop me.” Beckett covered her mouth. Poor Ryan. Then without thinking, her muscles clenched as a warm drop of pee started to break through. Bekett HAD to get this job done, or she would have a humiliating accident in front of everyone. Her tight jean legs crossed over each other. Her arms crossed over her torso and she bit her lip as she bounced a little. “Cap, what should we do?” Esposito asked. Beckett felt like there was so much pee that built up inside of her weakened body that her ears were clogged. She could barely concentrate on Esposito’s words as the pulses in her bladder became faster and harder. “Captain!” Esposito said. “Um,” Beckett said. “Let’s um…move the SWAT in separate small teams and place at each of the three exits of the warehouse. I want uniforms armed with rifles behind those cargo boxes there since they are far enough to be protected if something goes down. Then-.” Beckett stopped. She tried to clench every muscle together to fight against the extreme urge that was overcoming her. Who was she kidding? Beckett was fighting a losing battle. Sweat formed on the poor police captain’s forehead from the pain and nerves. “Beckett?” Castle asked. “Is that all? We have to hurry?” “I set everyone up as you asked,” Esposito said. “But we can’t just barge in there.” Beckett could barely think. But the noticed something on the surveillance footage. A BATHROOM! Opened with a complete toilet and everything. Becket could feel her belly had become expanded over her waist at the bottom of her shirt. She said, “I’m going to go inside and cause a distraction. I’ll be fine, I’ve been through worse. When you see my hands go up, that’s my signal to send everyone in. Ok?” “Got it!” Esposito said. Beckett felt herself pulled back by Castle. He said, “Kate, you can’t do this! There’s four armed guys in there, they’ll kill you!” Beckett gave him a big kiss on the lips, and little Richard below stood up to salute Captain Becket. “I’ll be fine babe.” She ran off…with her legs turned inwards at the knees and stumbled side to side to keep her pee in. Beckett made her way in, and saw it. THE BATHROOM. She almost cried at the sight of her relief. She did not care if the others saw her go in on the footage, they’ll just think she’s hiding. She walked over to the toilet careful, but her desperation grew as she felt like she would pop at any second. “Stop right there!” a cartel member said. Beckett turned and saw the gun pointed at her. “You’re coming with me.” He pulled her over to where Ryan was and they tied her up on a chair. Then, Beckett noticed a broken pipe nearby that leaked into a puddle on the ground. She saw and heard every drop which added on to an already desperate situation. “Oh,” she moaned. More drops. Her teeth jittered and her body shook. Her body fluids flowed through her and in her bladder as they expanded it so much her pants button almost came off. Her moans were strained and high-pitched. “What’s going on with you?” a cartel member asked. Beckett could not hear or see straight her pain was so bad. Her fear of wetting herself in front of everyone. Everything she worked so hard for years to build her reputation, it could be destroyed in a single wetting. Her legs crossed and motioned up and down in the air as her feet no longer touched the ground. NO. This could NOT happen to her. She felt the pee close to breaking through. She tightened her crossed legs as much as she could. Tears fell from her eyes. “Beckett what’s wrong?” Ryan asked. SHE HAD TO PEE SO BAD!!!!!!! Her brown panties tightened across her enlarged crotch and swollen bladder. She felt a bad wedgie as the back of her panties went up her butt. This can’t be happening. She thought. Gonna…gonnnnnna…burst! “Hey everyone!” yelled Castle who ran in the room holding a copy of his new book. “Anyone want an autograph. He opened the book and a small explosion shot out and suddenly the room filled with white smoke. “EVERYONE GET DOWN!” the SWAT and police yelled. They ran in and took three of the four cartel members down in cuffs fast. One of them ran. Beckett saw him running by, so she pushed her weight over and knocked herself tied to the chair onto the ground. The cartel member tripped over her and fell. “Yes!” Beckett said. The smoke started to clear, and like destiny she was in perfect view of the toilet. “Finally.” But then Castle, who for some reason felt the need to always play hero jumped on the tripped cartel member. From that the cartel member accidentally shot off his gun and the bullets hit the sink and toilet and caused them to crack and break into pieces completely. “DAMN IT!” Beckett yelled. She kicked her feet back in despair and turned red as she fought off the almost release. There it was. Her chance at relief destroyed. “What am I gonna do now?!??!” she cried, worried. Her legs crossed hard and pulled up to her chest. Her cops cut her loose. She got up and knew then and there she did not have much time left. Her bladder was giving out. She clenched her legs in place as a spurt escaped. Her hands went to her crotch as she ran out. Maybe there was a porta potty nearby. She saw construction crews before. She felt like the pee filled her whole body and was pushing out of all parts, but mostly at her belly. "I'm about to pee my pants!" Back in the warehouse, Castle picked up a bazooka. Property of the cartel. “Awesome!” he said. He did not mean to push anything, he was just looking…but… Beckett saw it, a porta potty. It was even opened to show no occupant inside. She ran past the media that showed up and were with her cops, but then as her joy peaked, something flew by her face and brushed her hair over it. BOOOOOMM!!!! The porta potty had exploded. Beckeet looked behind her and saw Esposito take the bazooka from Castle. She turned back and tears fell from her eyes and her dropped jaw trembled. But the explosion also jolted her body with fear and caused loss of control. Media surrounded the Police Captain for a word, her fellow cops as well. But then, “No, no, no, NOOOO!” As tight as she held her crotch and kept her legs closed, it was no use. Just like the porta potty and warehouse toilet, Beckett’s bladder blew up and shattered inside and released a long, boiling, stream of pee out of her body and into her pants. She remained trying to hold back with one hand at the crotch, but her jeans became damper and darken. Her other hand covered her mouth as she cried huge tears from embarrassment and turned bright red. It was only a short time before the peeing flooded her panties and released down into her jeans more and more. Pee came from the bottom of her pants and leaked all over her boots, and formed a large yellow puddle around her as the news media took pictures and recorded it on video. Beckett went to the bathroom in her pants. The whole city would see this later! It would be all over online. Her reputation was dead. She felt so uncomfortable as her hand was drenched and her jeans almost entirely dark. She gagged as her stomach pumped the rest out into her clothes unlike any adult at all. Her belly and bladder (what was left of them) were relieved, but she could not enjoy as she was was humiliated. Beckett cried, “I…. I…AHH!” She covered her face with her hands and ran from the area. Angry and red that this happened. “Hmm,” Castle said. “I should use this in a novel.” THE END.
  21. Bursting with a big bulge

    Have posted this in interactive stories as well, not quite sure where the place is for an interactive real desperation. I have last peed 6 hours ago when I woke up, I have drank a large coffee (500ml) and just finished this bottle of 2.5L of Pepsi. You can see how full I am, My bladder has a big bulge and is rock solid.I am getting very desperate but don't want to give in no matter what until it just rushes out despite my best attempts, I just love the feeling. I don't know how long I will still be able to hang on, but please come with ideas and suggestions on how to torture this bulging bladder even more. Also let me know if you would like to see more. Try to hurry:-) This great feeling of pain and pressure that makes you dance.
  22. In Greek, desperation Worth it! PS: can anyone translate the last lines
  23. Secretive Wetting

    From the album Wet Peaches

    She just needed a moment alone so she could relieve herself after a long and drawn out audience... Too bad her servants wouldn't leave her alone for even a minute.
  24. This is a popular commercial. But the girl makes it at the end. I’d like to read a short story of basically this commercial and then at the end, however you decide to end it, have her have a major accident in her pants in public. Decide the how, but give like another attempt at her finding a bathroom, but she doesn’t make it. Show her humiliation. Describe the feeling. In exchange, I will write a story for you.
  25. I have a video from a commercial and would like someone to private message me for the details I want in a story in relation to the commercial. I want someone to watch the commercial and then use the details to make a fiction story. So if you want to do message me first for the details I want. in exchange I'll do any story you want for you. Here's the commercial: