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As you know I closed commissions some time ago and it may stay like that for a while beause there are a couple of comics that I want to finish before I get back to accepting them. However I keep getting mesages on ideas or being asked when I will open them again and I'm starting to feel bad admiting they are closed (and may also accidentally ghosted a few people which is not helping me feel better) so as to not disapoint everyone that is looking forward to new artwork I decided to do this new kind of thread. Basically, I have noticed that my usual method of drawing has become too slow and whenever I allow people to give me ideas they come faster than I can draw them. Because of this I am planning to go for a much less detailed style with which I can (hopefully) not only keep up but keep making progress on those comics I refered to earlier whithout getting bored of doing the same thing for months. Here are some of the things I have drawn so far with this style (this one is a bit long so you may have to open it in a new window to see it) One more thing I should mention is that I'm not going to be looking for requests/commissions that were made while they were closed or people that were asking when they would open because my memory sucks and I can only remember around 3 of them.

Ok, so in a discord server I spend a bit of time on sometimes we joke around and reference a certain idea and last time I saw it mentioned I decided to have it drawn. (Also, in case you wonder, character was originally going to be a woman but somoneone suggested that I should make them non-binary instead and my response pretty much was "why not?")

Hi, new here—22/f/United States—I thought I'd post about some experiences in the realm of omo + actual desperation and wetting I've had with my boyfriend, one that happened last night, in particular. Btw, you can call me "A" So I'll start with last night: TLDR; that day I had emergency surgery, i.e., a dilation and curettage, to remove a ruptured uterine fibroid. In post-op, one of my docs debriefed me on my discharge instructions and what to expect from my body as it recovers from surgery. One of (the many) things to expect? Incontinence, lasting up to a week. As someone who already deals with mild-moderate stress and urge incontinence, I wrongly thought I knew what was in store for me—though luckily, I did have a 9-pack of Goodnites on hand, sparing me from an embarrassing trip to the CVS across from my apartment. I get dropped off at my apartment around 4:30 pm. Having not had any fluids several hours before arriving at the hospital late that morning, I quite literally toss back a glass of cranberry juice and a 16oz Poland Spring, still wearing the disposable cotton underwear and maxi-pad provided by the hospital. Not even twenty minutes later, as I'm fiddling with the DVD player in my living room above the TV, my bladder begins to void—no warning, no bodily cue letting me know I had to go. Within seconds, I peed through the maxi-pad and disposable underwear, soaking my sweatpants and making a DVD player-sized puddle on the floor. I'm caught off guard by this, but ultimately unfazed—I clean up and put on a Goodnite. 6 pm: I'm on my couch watching a movie, about 2/3 of my way through another Poland Spring, nursing a bowl of chicken noodle soup. My very worried boyfriend (25/m)—who had been utterly in the dark about my surgery until I FaceTimed him in an anesthesia-induced fugue state in post-op—calls me to ask if he can swing by in a couple of hours. I, of course, agree. Thirty-ish minutes later, I feel myself leak, followed by a massive wave of urgency and pressure in my bladder. Caught off guard and, I guess, against my better judgment, I stand up from my position on the couch in an attempt to make it to the bathroom. Immediately, I begin peeing at full force. I grab myself in a semi-successful effort to control the stream, i.e., it slows, but doesn't stop; with my hands between my legs, I make it five feet from the couch before the pressure in my bladder surges beyond my ability to hold on any longer and start to pee uncontrollably. The feeling of involuntarily voiding my bladder makes me reflexively bend over, sending the majority of my stream of pee to the front of my Goodnite, which quickly, and audibly, saturates and overflows. Streams of pee begin running down my bare thighs (all I had on was one of my boyfriend's sweatshirts which, on me, pretty much function as a nightgown) and accumulate in a small puddle at my feet, maybe 5 inches in diameter. Frustrated, but now with an understanding of what the doctor meant when she mentioned "incontinence" as something to expect, I clean the floor, shower from the waist down, put on another Goodnite, and resume watching my movie. My boyfriend (let's call him T so as to avoid the phrase "my boyfriend" littering the remainder of this post umpteen times) comes over at around 8 pm. T is familiar with (and sympathetic to) my weak bladder—I've leaked, unintentionally and intentionally, in front of him before, in situations that contextualize/more or less excuse it, e.g., on walks, hikes, long car rides, etc. I've told him about full-blown accidents I've had; his response is always that "it's cute." However, I've never fully peed myself in front of T. The most I've leaked in front of him—up to this point—is a teacup-sized wet spot on my jeans (this happened earlier this month, on hour three of a seven-hour drive.) And I've certainly never worn, nor desired to wear, protective underwear (let's just call them what they are, diapers) diapers in front of him. He knocks on my door with a bouquet of flowers and card in hand, and we continue watching the movie I'd put on three hours earlier (the movie is Paul Thomas Anderson's 1999 film Magnolia, it's really, absurdly long, but otherwise fabulous). Before T arrived, I'd finished my soup, and had roughly 1/2 of a 20oz bottle of Gatorade—upon his arrival, I'd made each of us a peppermint tea with which, at 8:30, I was just about finished. Around 8:45, the credits roll—T and I are on the couch, his head is nestled in the crook of my neck and shoulder, and my legs are swung over his lap. I shift to place a pillow behind my back, scooching closer to T in the process, and feel a twinge in my bladder—followed by a leak. T seems oblivious, and I don't doubt he is, but given the likelihood and imminence of an accident, I open my mouth to say...something. Something, yeah? Anything. To tell him—tell him... Tell him what, exactly? That his 22-year-old girlfriend has no bladder control, at least for the next few days, and needs to wear a diaper? Well, fuck. Here goes nothing. "This is so embarrassing, but—feel my butt," I say. T shoots me a look best described as curiously amused and reaches under my sweatpants (the same pair I'd had an accident in earlier, they'd finished in the wash before T came). For lack of a better term: he gently feels up my padded butt. With his hand still there, I shake my head, breaking eye contact, "I—it's protective underwear," I swallow. "Just—with the surgery—you know, not for forever...for a couple of days, though, I can't—I can't really hold it, like, when I need to pee." I look back up at him. "Can I see what they look like?" asks T. I must look a little taken aback, because T shoots me another look as if to say, "Don't be weird." Sheepishly, I lower the band of my sweatpants. T moves the hand he has on my butt to graze the fabric of the top of the Goodnite, putting a negligible (but in my case, substantial) amount of pressure on my bladder, causing me to spurt. I bite my lip to stop the flow, which must look like my discomfort related to T's touch, who gently lifts his hand. "Don't be embarrassed, I don't care," he says. "I—I'm not embarrassed, it's, um," I stutter, squirming as more pee dribbles out of my urethra. "I just—I need to pee, like, now, and I can't, you know, I can't really hold—" T cuts me off. "Just go." To my surprise, my eyes well up with tears. "It's embarrassing," I say, quietly. T hoists me onto his lap; the motion of this, of course, causes my bladder to spasm, and, against my will, my detrusor muscle relaxes. Continuing to squirm and futilely squeeze my thighs together, I begin peeing uncontrollably into my Goodnite, on my boyfriend's lap. I pee at full force for 45 seconds before the stream of pee wanes to a dribble, and am fleetingly put at ease upon making the judgment that the Goodnite has managed to contain the wetness, when my bladder spasms again. Pee begins audibly hissing against my swollen Goodnite before soaking the fabric of the seat of my sweatpants - my boyfriend's sweatpants. The stream tapers off soon after this, but not before my pee pools onto my boyfriend's lap, saturating his jeans. Slackjawed, I mumble, "I—I couldn't hold it, I really—I couldn't hold it." I feel T nod and gently begin to pet the back of my head. We sit for a minute before T helps me change. I put his jeans and my sweatpants—his sweatpants—in the wash. I'm apologizing profusely at ten or twenty-second intervals throughout all of this, of course, which T responds to by covering his ears and kissing my forehead. 10:00 pm, probably: T insists I go to bed while the washing machine finishes. 11:00 pm, maybe: T takes the clothes out of the dryer. 12:15 pm: Next to me, T reads the second-to-last chapter of his book, when he feels - well, hears - hears the sloshing of me shifting positions in bed, specifically, and reaches his hand between my thighs to check if I'm dry, which I am - albeit not for long; T leaves his hand there for some time, likely weighing his options— To wake me, or not to wake me, that is the question / Whether 'tis nobler in the mind... —and decides to do the latter, which means one thing: he thinks I'm asleep. I'm very much awake. ***More experiences in story form soon, I promise! This took me way longer to write than anticipated, though, so I'm cutting myself off for the day, lol*** Xoxo, A

Share videos of people just making it to the toilet, or those who couldn't make it. Genders other than female are allowed too, just make sure to note what gender(s) are involved in the video you share. I'll start. Here's a video of a girl who barely made it. Her jeans zipper is stuck and she has a very frantic pee dance. She wets herself a bit before being able to pull down her jeans. Really hot! KiaKiiss Barely Made It.mp4

Couple months ago, I was invited to a house party with some of my friends that I played volleyball with during the winter over Florida. They were mostly a fun crowd, but kind of wild in an conservative engineering student type of way. After the volleyball season we had a party to celebrate the good times. We’d taken a year off during the pandemic so the house party was extra wild, I remember doing shots of tequila and drinking lots of beer. We’d also forgotten how to party in a way, since we hadn’t done this thing outside of our houses since the 2019 season. After the party my friend Tiffany, Olivia and I went to walk home which was around half a mile downtown. The drinks were flowing, and we’d plan to drunkenly stumbled back to my apartment where we could sleep off the hangovers, watch Netflix and fall asleep. For context, Tiffany is a brown hair, brown eyed, 27 year old 5’7” woman with curves and a thin waist wearing a skintight low cut top and tight jeans. She’s usually the quiet one in the group. Olivia is a 24 year old 5’2” blonde girl whose also quite thin with a nice chest and unpredictable personality, she’s wearing jeans and a thin loose white tee shirt. I’m a 6”2” dude built like a distance runner whose actually not that good at volleyball, wearing a polo if that matters. Prior to leaving Tiffany mentioned needing to pee, but the bathroom was full at the house party as everyone was leaving at the same time so she said “it’s only a 20 min walk, I can make it but lets go now.” and we went on our way. Walking home Olivia mentions that she is hungry, and wants to stop by a pizza place to get a slice of pizza. The pizza place is on the way home, and they sell the pizza by the slice so it shouldn’t be a big deal. Tiffany lets us know that we can stop for pizza as long as she can use the bathroom inside the pizza place because she now “really needs to pee.” Olivia mentions she needs to pee too, so the stop will be nice for food and a bathroom break. I’m walking these two girls home and don’t mind, because I want some pizza too. We’re drunk walking to the pizza place and Tiffany keeps mentioning that she should’ve peed prior to us leaving because it’s now cold outside and it’s gotten worse. We were playing beer pong right before we left and the beer has likely gone straight to her bladder. She’s quiet as we’re walking and I ask “everything alright?” and she says “yeah, I just really need a bathroom, can’t wait until we get to the pizza place.” It takes about 10 minutes to get to the pizza place, and these is a bit of a line because the bars also just closed and everyone wants a slice of pizza. Takes another 15 minutes to get through the line and both Tiffany and Olivia are talking about how they have to pee. “I really should’ve peed before we left” said Tiffany and her legs are crossed and she’s leaning slightly forward in the line. “we’ll make it, but I have to pee too” said Olivia. Meanwhile, I’m lucky and got to use the bathroom prior to us leaving the house party so am just enjoying the show. We finally get to the front of the line and Tiffany asks if she can use the pizza places bathroom. The worker behind the counter says “sorry, we’ve closed the inside and are cleaning it” and Tiffany winces. She really needs to pee and is beyond hiding it anymore. It’s now been 50 minutes since she left the house needing to pee, and it’s more urgent than ever. She’s leaning forward asking Olivia what she wants straightaway because she needs to go. Meanwhile Olivia is looking through the menu and can’t decide because she’s hungry but losing focus because she also needs to pee and has been drinking. They’ve only got three different slices on display and she can’t decide, then she does something wild. “Can we get a large Golf Cart Pizza?” She ordered a custom pizza from the menu, which isn’t being sold by the slice. “Yeah, that’ll take about 20-30 minutes, is that alright?” said the worker at the counter. “Yeah that’s fine” said Olivia, not even aware of what she’s done to herself and Tiffany. Tiffany is leaning forward and nearly sweating because she needs to pee so bad. Olivia pays for the pizza and we start waiting. Despite how much I’m enjoying this I want to do the right thing so I offer Tiffany my keys saying “You can go back and use the bathroom if you want, I’ll just grab the pizza and meet you if you want to buzz me in” and she contemplates it, but is stuck between a rock and a hard place. We’re in the arts district area of downtown at night. It’s a nice area, but very gentrified so there are still pockets of bad. She doesn’t want to be a girl walking alone through a half a mile of dark streets. She says “I’m not really comfortable walking home alone, but lets just hope this pizza comes out because I really need to pee” So we wait. As we’re waiting Tiffany and Olivia are sitting on the curb. Tiffany isn’t even speaking, 100% of her concentration is on holding her pee. It’s now been over an hour after we left a party with her needing to pee, and that doesn’t even account for the beer that’s also flowed through her at this point. Her 20 minute walk home that would’ve been pushing it has now turned into an hour of enduring holding her pee because Olivia wanted to get a whole pizza at 1 in the morning. Olivia is talking about how she needs to pee too, but it’s not even close to Tiffany’s situation. We’re surrounded by people so she can’t even go to a corner and squat, she just has to endure it as we’re waiting on a custom order pizza from some local pizza place. She’s sitting on the curb bent over forward with her legs shaking. I ask her again “Is everything alright” and she says “I’m literally about to pee my pants, I’m not joking.” At this point I’m turned on and just savoring the whole moment. This normally quiet girl is being so open about her desperation to pee, and I’m the only one who will listen. This goes on for about 15 minutes until the pizza is ready. By now both woman are desperate to pee, and even Olivia has her legs crossed. I think she feels bad that this situation is her fault so is less vocal about her need to pee, but she is still bent over forward. We complete the walk home in a hurry, it’s only 10 more minutes to my front door. As we get to the front door I can here one of the girls pacing behind me, and I’m slightly distracted fumbling with the keys. “Just open the door, I am seriously about to piss myself” Tiffany says while leaning over pleading with me to open the door. I finally get it open and she walks in and bee lines it for the bathroom with Olivia. Somehow, Olivia gets into the bathroom first and Tiffany is left standing outside the door pacing back and forth. She’s absolutely bursting to pee and there is no hiding it, she’s leaned against the wall next to the bathroom bent over forward with her cleavage now showing in the light. She’s not hiding anything, her desperation, her controlled breathing, and her breasts are nearly falling out of her shirt as she leans forward waiting on Olivia to finish up. Olivia comes out of the bathroom 2 minutes later and Tiffany runs in as she’s washing her hands and throws the toilet seat up and tells Olivia “Get out!” as I hear her urgently undo her belt and take off her pants. She finally lets loose a torrent of piss into the toilet, which I can hear quite clearly because I’m in a loft apartment with no roof on the bathroom. She’s doesn’t stop peeing for nearly two minutes and I’m loving every second of it. Finally she emerges looking relieved, and I make small talk of it. “Wow you really had to pee didn’t you?” “Yeah, I didn’t expect Olivia to order a pizza! That’s the closest I think I’ve ever come to pissing myself!” Finally we sat down on the couch and watched squid came. Tiffany cuddled up against me and fell asleep, and I couldn’t even focus on the show. I’d already experienced the show of a lifetime. Note - names changed. Aside from that this story is 100% genuine and one of my favorite desperation experiences of my life. ­

(Yes, I finally decided to use my full username in the title) So my second commission thread (https://www.omorashi.org/topic/58267-bombs-almost-sfw-commision-thread-version-02/) was a total disaster, it's been up for over a month and no replies at all, so because of that and also because I opened a new deviant art account specifically for fetish art (https://www.deviantart.com/bombality-kink) that I want to fill with new art rather than old pieces I'm opening a request thread... again... for the third time... But I'm not planning to just do something specific like 2D or 3D art, this time if it's some form of art I have shown at some point you can request it, which includes: pixel art, 3D modeling, 2D digital art, 2D digital comics, 3D animation, and 2D animation (at 4 frames per second because I'm not doing 24 images just for a single slow blink of content). Same rules as always: no poop, no diapers, no gore except for x-rays of the bladder, no minors unless they are just background characters and no nudity unless censored or abstract. And here is the list of the pages where you can check my previous works (A bunch of them because I'm not very good with organization) https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/album/1354-bombs-almost-sfw-pee-desperation-3d-renders/ https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/album/1355-bombs-almost-sfw-extreme-desperation-3d-renders/ https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/album/1291-bombs-almost-sfw-pee-desperation-drawings/ https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/album/1116-bombs-almost-sfw-extreme-desperation-drawings/ https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/album/1292-bombs-almost-sfw-extreme-desperation-comics/ http://www.mediafire.com/file/3za78d43nho9o3o/Webp.net-gifmaker.gif/file http://www.mediafire.com/file/i2sum685w23uqox/Mya_inflation.mp4/file https://www.omorashi.org/topic/57704-bombs-almost-sfw-discord-drawings/

First of all, sorry for my bad englisch, i`ll try my best. This is another experience from my youth. It was my first experience where i had active the chance to make a girl hold her full bladder. My parents invited the daughter of one of their friends, to spend some days of her ester holidays with us. She was a kind of cousin to me and she was at the same age as i was. She lived with her parents in a little village at the country and i should show her the city where we lived, it was a big city. My parents was at work for the first 3 days, so we had time from morning till 6 pm, for sightseeing. I wanted to show her all buildings and all sights of the city, but i was sure that she would not see even one loo all day long, from early morning till evening. I had so many questions to my self, how long would it take till she need to pee, how long would she hold it before she tells me that she need to go and how long would she be able to hold it in, if i don`t let her go, if i don`t give her a opportunity. The poor girl did not know what i wanted to do with her, that i wanted to test her bladder and her ability to hold it and that i wanted nothing more than to see her desperate to pee, really, really bad. On our first day, we did get up at 7 am at the morning, she had her morning pee at this time, we had breakfast and we did leave at about 8.30 am. I did not give her much time, so she did not pee again before we started our sightseeing. At noon we had a quick lunch on a kiosk, we had to eat, to drink, but no loo for her. At about 1pm she said "i need to wee, do you know where i could go?" Sure i did know where she could go, but this was the last place what i wanted to show her, so i said "sorry, but there is no loo around here. It was so exciting for me, to walk beside a beautiful girl, to know that her bladder was full, to know that she needed to pee and to make her wait and hold. She was to shy to aske again for a loo, but it was more and more difficult for her to hide her need. At about 3 pm we had to wait at red traffic lights, she could not stand still anymore, she rubbed her knees, she crossed her legs, she was bending over and looked shy at me and said "i am sorry, but i need to wee sooo bad, you can`t imagine how urgent i need a loo" "You are a big girl, i think you can hold it until we are at home, only 3 hours more" i answered and told her one experience from a group of 4 girls, from our school, they did always hold it on school day trips, all day long even the days was long. They peed at home before and than when they was back. She wanted to know, why i did know that and i told her that they did talk about it, especially in the bus on the way home, they did talk about how bad they would need to go und how difficult it would be to keep the panty dry, but they always was able to hold it. I said to "my" girl, if they could endure that, i am sure that she can endure that too. 3 more hours at the first day and 2 full days, to test the bladder of the girl. to continue

Dakota’s Revenge (Introduction) “Emmie, today’s the day.” “Really? You have everything prepared already?” “Yep. And I’m sure you have your part of the plan ready?” “Everyone else and I will be gone all day tomorrow. You’ll have the whole dorm to yourself and those three.” “Excellent,” Dakota smiled as she finished the last bit of her essay for History class. “And just like that, I’m done with all my homework for this month and next month. And now that that’s all done, it’s time to get revenge on Courtney and her cronies.” “I’ll go make sure everyone’s still on board.” As Emmie left her dorm room, Dakota looked on at her computer, glaring at the thought of Courtney and her two cronies; Alexis and Penny. Those three made her hold in her pee for 24 hours with the threat of getting her expelled from school, all because she had copied a couple of answers from Courtney’s test. Dakota had to go to the hospital to check her bladder, but what made her even angrier was that Courtney had basically threatened to ruin her family’s life by getting her expelled. Dakota was the only member of her family to make it to college which was only because of the scholarship she worked weeks to get, and she wasn’t going to let some rich bitch who never knew a thing of how it felt to not even have enough money to afford a permanent home make her parents any more miserable. “They’re all going with me, Dakota,” Emmie said, poking her head through the door. Dakota nodded with a smile on her face before grabbing her phone and dialing up several numbers. Dakota couldn’t think of a time when she had been more excited, and she began laughing out of excitement before the person on the other side answered the phone. The Next Day… Courtney woke up from her slumber, rising into a seated position. As she emitted a yawn, Courtney’s stomach immediately began rumbling, which Courtney disregarded at first, assuming it was just because she was hungry. However, as her stomach continued grumbling, Courtney realized that it wasn’t because she was hungry; it was because she had to poop. That, along with her bladder feeling like a full water balloon, immediately woke her up and got her rocketing out of bed and to her bathroom. However, when Courtney went to open the door, she realized that the doorknob was broken, rendering it completely unusable and trapping her out of the bathroom. “What the hell!?” Courtney yelled, kicking her bathroom door in frustration before running out of her room, still in her pajamas. When she got into the hallway, Courtney saw Penny and Alexis outside as well, holding their stomachs in the same way she was. “You guys too?” Courtney asked as Penny and Alexis turned to Courtney while shaking, as holding in their productions was getting harder and harder. “Yeah! Like, I tried to go to our bathroom, but someone literally destroyed our toilet. Like…it’s in pieces right now!” Alexis yelled, letting out a guttural fart that echoed throughout the empty hallways. “And nobody else is here! It’s so weird. We tried to ask other people to use their bathrooms, but almost nobody is here,” Penny explained. Courtney couldn’t believe what she was hearing; everyone in the dorms was gone and their toilets were completely unusable. While Courtney was trying to wrap her head around this situation, she heard a toilet flush coming from down the hall. Penny and Alexis heard this too, and they saw Courtney’s roommate, Eliza, come out of someone’s dorm room. “Thanks for letting me use your bathroom, Dakota. I didn’t want to make a mess before heading out with everyone!” Eliza called out as she ran out of Dakota’s room. Courtney cringed when she heard that name, remembering Dakota as the person who cheated off her test. Luckily, in Courtney’s mind, Dakota seemed to learn her lesson after she was forced to hold her pee in for 24 hours. The three women didn’t really want to ask Dakota for help but realizing it was either that or using the carpeted floor as a toilet, the three of them rushed to Dakota’s room, keeping the door open as they barged into her room. “Oh hi girls, what can I do for you?” Dakota asked. If Courtney and her friends weren’t keeping an ocean of liquid shit and piss from spilling out of them, they would’ve been suspicious about the excess honey that was dripping from her voice. “You can let us use your bathroom!” Alexis yelled before doubling over to fight off a massive cramp. Dakota sat up from her chair, walked over to her bathroom door, and wiggled a key in front of the girls’ faces. “Hmmmm…Nah.” Dakota then locked the door to her bathroom, putting the key back in her pocket. “What do you mean ‘Nah’!?” “I mean ‘Nah’. Why would I let you three rich skanks use my bathroom?” The three girls were incredulous at the tone Dakota was taking with them. A month ago, Dakota was letting them walk all over her and do whatever they wanted to her. This could be because she wanted to make sure she stayed in college, but either way, Dakota’s attitude was shocking to them. However, it wasn’t quite shocking enough for Alexis. “Look Dakota, you better let us use that bathroom or I’ll--!” “Oh, I know the three of you can beat me up, but you won’t. “What the hell makes you think---!?” Dakota shut Alexis up by showing off several pictures in her hands. “These are pictures of the three of you using fake IDs to get into a nearby bar. Now call me crazy, but I don’t think a prestigious college like this one would really want their students to go break the law like that,” Dakota explained, causing the color on Courtney’s face to completely vanish. “What…what the hell are you getting at, Dakota?” “Do you need it spelled out for you? I’m the one who put you in this position,” Dakota confessed, causing the three girls to look at her in shock. “That’s right, I had someone I know destroy your bathrooms, I got everyone out of the dorms, and I also locked you in my room. You have nowhere to go, which means we’re playing by one of my rules,” Dakota further explained as the girls sighed in shock and fear as Penny looked up at Dakota. “So what do you have planned? You’re going to make us hold all this for 24 hours?” Penny asked, pointing at her bloated midsection as Dakota bit her lips in enjoyment. “Oh no, I have something a little more…embarrassing and fun planned for you three,” Dakota explained, moving from in front of her desk, revealing a camera on top of her computer. On her computer screen, Dakota had Twitch opened up, primed to go live. “See, a good way to make a quick buck is playing on Twitch. But as the memories of that faithful day kept playing and playing in my mind, I realized that I could use my Twitch account for my revenge. Basically, I’m going to stream your desperation and the results of your desperation live on Twitch to about…oh! 2000 followers, that’s more than I usually get,” Dakota explained. Before any of the three girls could voice their objections, Dakota then brought out a blackboard with Courtney, Alexis, and Penny’s names on them with five red tally marks underneath each one of their names. “I promised my Twitch followers something big today, and today, you guys are going to compete for the opportunity to use the toilet.” “And what if we refuse.” “I mean, you can do that, but if you do, I’ll go to the Dean and show him these pictures. And either way, you’re locked in, and Twitch will still see you guys make a mess of yourselves,” Dakota explained, taking an unprecedented amount of joy in the squirming and moaning that Courtney and her entourage were doing. “…what…what do we have to do?” Courtney asked, not being able to hold her head up. “I’m glad you asked. See, this is a scoreboard, and since you’re all pieces of shit, I docked you 5 points. You have -5 points, and if you want me to unlock the bathroom for you, you have to get positive 5 points. And to get those points, you have to answer questions about…me,” Dakota explained, pointing to herself as she turned to her streaming camera and clicked the button to go live while the rest of the girls looked on in worry since they barely knew Dakota at all. “Hey guys, as you can see, I just finished explaining the rules of our little game to these three. I’ve told you why I want to get my revenge on these three, so I want you all to give me some questions that you want me to ask them. I have a few ideas myself, but if you guys have questions as well, let me know,” Dakota said to her chat before looking at her victims from the corner of her eye, taking in more pleasure hearing the moans and seeing the squirming of her bullies. “And with that out of the way, let’s get the fun started!” Dakota exclaimed, clapping her hands together, rubbing them in anticipation as Courtney and her friends looked on in concern while they tried to maintain their hold on their bladder and bowels. Based on @Jailor Eckman 's 'Off Limits' comic. I have no idea how it's going to continue or how it's going to end, but I decided to create a scenario where Dakota finally gets some revenge against her bullies, who made her hold pee for 24 hours. And yes, they gave me their blessing to do this fanfiction. Also, comment on what questions you want Dakota to ask her bullies. I don't know if I'll get the answers to questions about Dakota right, but still sounds like something fun.

This is my second fanfiction for Omorashi.org. I hope you all enjoy this one even though it's a two-parter. Also, Beth is 18 in this fanfiction because on this account, we don't do that pedo shit around here. Mermaid Heel Holding Contest 18-year-old Beth Vanderwood was at the sink of the bathroom, just finishing off a really big piss. Beth had been holding it in for hours while she was out in the garden, as sometimes when she was gardening, she would get so focused on what she was doing that she wouldn’t notice that she would have to pee or poop until hours later. Beth let out a relieved sigh before walking out of the bathroom, where Beth’s girlfriend Arana Webb, was standing outside with a smile on her face. “Damn Beth, if I didn’t know any better in there, I would think you were having sex,” Arana teased, poking a blushing Beth’s cheeks. “Don’t just say stuff like that! Look…I just really had to pee!” Beth exclaimed while shaking her head to get Arana’s hand off of her cheek. However, Arana kept her hand on Beth’s cheek by going from poking it to pinching it, causing Beth to emit a whine as her blush only turned a deeper red. “Boy, that’s an understatement. You sounded like a fire hose in there. How long were you holding it?” Arana asked. “A few hours,” Beth said trying to turn away from Arana despite her still having a hand on her cheek. Despite the two dating for a few months, Arana still had the effect of making Beth blush with her teasing. “Wow. No offense Beth, but I didn’t think you could hold it in that long,” Arana said, finally taking her hand off of Beth’s cheek, and patting the part of her midsection where her bladder would be. “W…what’s that supposed to mean? I’ve held it in for a long time before, both #1 and #2,” Beth argued. Arana looked at Beth with a raised eyebrow, but her surprised look turned back into a playful smirk before she began running a hand through Beth’s hair. “Nothing sweetie, it’s just that you didn’t seem like you had much experience in holding it.” “Do you?” “I do actually. I’ve even competed with some other girls on how long I could hold it. My personal record is 15 hours in case you were curious,” Arana explained, flicking her light green hair as she kind of bragged about her ability to hold it for more than half a day. Beth had to admit that it was impressive, and wasn’t sure she could do that even if she had been as distracted as she was gardening but wanted to show off a little so decided to say something. “Well…what do you think about having a holding contest with me?” Beth asked. Arana looked at Beth in surprise, with Beth staring right at Arana, showing Arana that she was serious about this. “Are you sure, sweetie?” “Yeah.” Arana then responded with a smirk before licking her lips and leaning closer to Beth, who was immediately starting to get nervous again as Arana stroked her cheek. “OK then, if that’s what you want. Starting now, neither of us will use the bathroom for any reason. No peeing, no pooping, none of that. Whoever goes first, whether it be on the toilet or in their underwear, loses,” Arana explained. Beth thought about this a little more, realizing that she never really held it on purpose, and those holdings were usually more on accident. And Arana, from what she said, had several experiences with holding it in for long periods, 15 hours was nothing to sneeze at after all. But, Beth wanted to show Arana that she was not one to be constantly teased at so she puffed out her chest and nodded. “Deal.” Arana and Beth shook hands, with Arana kissing Beth on the cheek before the two left Beth’s room and continued on with their day. Three Hours Later… Beth was in the living room of the Mermaid Heel, her legs firmly crossed together to the point where they almost looked as though they were in a knot. Luckily, she didn’t feel the need to poop yet, but Beth’s bladder was already almost at maximum capacity. Beth started moaning as she had never held it in this long before without some kind of distraction to keep her mind off of her pressing need. A proverbial lightbulb going off in Beth’s head, she picked herself up, making sure both hands were planted firmly on her crotch to prevent any kind of leakage. Beth took a couple of deep breaths before making her way to the garden, hoping that doing her passion for gardening would keep her mind off of her pulsing bladder for at least a little while. As Beth finally made it to the back door, the sweat beading on her forehead started dripping onto the floor, the light sound of the liquid hitting the floor was not helping. After eliciting another moan, Beth pushed open the door, grabbed her gardening tools, and started gardening. Immediately, Beth sitting down on her knees made her bladder pulse even more, but she immediately started gardening. As Beth really got into it, the focus on her bladder lessened allowing Beth to ignore the pain her bulging bladder was causing. After an hour of gardening, Arana came walking out of the back with a smile on her face, seemingly not registering the fact she had not used the bathroom in 4 hours. “Hey Beth, how’re we doing so far?” Arana asked, lightly tapping her foot on the grass. “Better. Gardening always helps me keep my mind off of these kinds of things,” Beth explained, putting a few more vegetable seeds in the ground before Arana patted Beth on the back. “Well, Kagura wanted me to tell you that it was time for dinner, so we should probably head to the dining hall,” Arana explained. Beth gulped nervously, knowing that she would have a hard time trying to hide her pressing need to pee. Also, Beth didn’t know what was going to be for lunch, but she knew eating it would make her have to poop, which she wasn’t sure she could hold along with her pee. “OK,” Beth said as she got back to her feet, holding herself as much as she could to avoid leaking. Arana and Beth walked back into the guildhall, holding hands and themselves so that they can keep pee from coming out. Another three hours later… Beth and Arana were in Beth’s room, with Arana looking notably more desperate than she had before. That was because after eating a dinner that consisted of steak and vegetables, they now had to poop along with having to pee. Arana was focusing on holding her butt while crossing her legs to keep her pee controlled. Beth, however, was in a fetal position on the bed, her arms pressing against her crotch while her hands and fingers were pressing against her butt. “Beth, are you OK?” “…no...,” Beth moaned as she let out a couple of high-pitched farts. “You’re doing pretty well, Beth. You-ah-doubled the amount of time you’ve held it in,” Arana said, a major bladder spasm causing her to cross her legs even more. Arana then let out a deep-sounding fart before Beth could respond. “…thanks, Arana. I…just feel terrible.” Arana nodded before getting up off of the bed, giving herself a moment to compose herself, her bladder, and her bowels, before walking out of the room. As Arana left, Beth looked over at the bathroom in front of her bed, very tempted to walk in there and just let go. Beth REALLY wanted to get into the bathroom, but there was something in her that really wanted to beat Arana in this holding contest. However, a giant spasm caused Beth to shake and whine as she once again took a look at the bathroom. Beth looked at the door and decided that maybe going a little bit wouldn’t be too bad, at least to make sure it would be easier to hold it in. However, as Beth got off of the bed, Arana walked back into the room with a guttural fart coming out of her and a couple of black panties with locks in her hands. Beth jumped at Arana’s sudden arrival, but her focus was immediately moved to the underwear in Arana’s hands. “What’re those for, Arana?” “Oh, well these are to make sure we don’t leak while sleeping. It’s going to be time to sleep soon, and I did say that leaking of any kind would result in one of us losing. I got these from one of the people I had a holding contest with a while back, and she said these would make sure we stay dry while we sleep,” Arana explained before letting out another deep fart. Beth blushed as the underwear looked some sort of leather dominatrix type stuff. But nonetheless, she took the underwear anyway, and after a minute both she and Arana were in the underwear. “Well, it’s almost midnight. Do you want to sleep now? It may make this contest a little easier,” Arana asked, letting out a couple more guttural farts before Beth shot out her own squeaking fart. “Yeah…maybe,” Beth mumbled before climbing into her bed. Arana smiled at her, following her into her bed as she wrapped the blanket around the two of them, which probably wasn’t the best idea as Beth had released another toxic fart. Arana laughed it off, patting the blushing Beth on the top of the head before falling asleep, confident that she was definitely winning this contest. OK, so here's the thing. I already know who's winning this competition, and I just need you guys to help me figure out how it ends; do you want the person who wins to make it to the bathroom, or do you want them to just mess themselves after finally being able to win the holding contest? Comment on how you want it to go, and thank you for reading what I have so far.

Recently I was browsing Quora and I found a female user who describes many of her desperation and wetting situations. I think these may be interesting for many of us. https://www.quora.com/profile/Ella-Brown-245

Resident Evil: The Raccoon City Police Newbie’s Puddle Note: all these characters are based off the ones from Resident Evil. The story below is using them but is made up and not based off any Resident Evil game. The story is mine take on a horror omo story. Leon Scott Kennedy was 21 and wearing his dark blue police uniform with black briefs. He had long dirty blond hair that laid in his left eye and bright blue eyes, like diamonds. Leon’s first day at work couldn't be any worse. First his girlfriend broke up with him, then he got foolishly drunk and was late to work, and now a zombie outbreak in the city happened that wiped out most of the city. Which is now why Leon sat at a desk in the lobby of the the Racoon Police Department sketching on a notepad at 3am. Leon was up on watch making sure no zombies attacked Chris, Claire, and Jill while they slept. The only two good things about being trapped in the Police Department was there were plenty of pens and notepads for sketching and the back up generator powering the station. So with a dim desk lamp and a pen and notepad, Leon sat in the lobby sketching. This would be fine with Leon if he didn't have to pee. He couldn't sneak away to the stations bathrooms, as if there was an attack his friends would be left helpless and he didn't want to risk peeing on the floor as someone could wake up and see him exposed. Not to mention it would be incredibly rude and disrespectful. So Leon sat at the desk and held it. Leon tried to focus on his drawing and it worked at first but what seemed like an hour was only three minutes. Leon sighed and crossed his legs knee over knee, right over left sitting at the desk. It would be another hour and a half before Claire would wake up to take over for him and he could go to the bathroom. For now Leon had no choice but to sit there with his legs crossed knee over knee and hold it. Leon continued with his sketch but not as detailed, as his mind was now focused on holding his pee. Leon's need wasn't super bad yet but it was enough where if it was any other situation he would already have used the bathroom and it was bothering him. Leon uncrossed his legs and recrossed them the other way. This lasted for 30 minutes until Leon couldnt sit still. Leon had to pee like a race horse. He clicked the pen closed and closed his notepad in annoyance and stood up holding himself. At least if he stood up he could move around and hold himself Leon thought. But as Leon stood up he heard a loud growl from behind him. Leon quickly turned around to see a zombie coming at him but what was even worse, the zombie’s growl startled him so much he leaked. In horror Leon grabbed himself to stop the leak. Leon cussed under his breath and stopped the leak but he could tell his black briefs were now wet. Another growl brought his attention back to the zombie. Even though it was slow it was making good ground. Leon took out his knife and made his way to the zombie. When he got to it Leon shoved it to the ground and stabbed it in the head a few times. Once it was dead Leob stood back up and remembered just how bad he needed to pee. Leon couldn't believe the zombie scared him enough he peed his pants some. Leon looked down at his dark blue police uniform pants. Not even a penny size wet spot was between his legs but Leon sighed in relief as he knew he could easily have that small of a spot. Leon went back to holding himself and paced around the stations lobby, where his friends slept on the opposite side. Leon was now doing a full on potty dance, he needed to pee so bad. He glanced up at a statue that was watching over them, thank god you are a statue and can’t see me Leon thought. Unaware to him, leaks spurted out of him every few minutes soaking his black briefs and blue police uniform pants. Leon was now crossing his legs standing when he stopped pacing to turn around. Leon was now using all his strength and construction to hold his pee. Another 30 minutes passed and Leon was in bad shape. He was twisted up like a pretzel trying to hold on. But he was slowly losing the battle. When another zombie growled. But this time Leon got scared enough to jump and lose it all. Leon was to shocked to do anything as pee flooded out of him effortlessly with a loud hiss, soaking his black briefs even more and his dark blue police uniform pants turning them almost black. He felt his face go bright red as pee run down his legs filling his black shoes as well as soaking his black socks and black shoes. Pee pooled at his feet on the tile lobby floor of the Raccoon Police Department. Leaving behind a giant pee puddle on the tile floor. Leon was to scared and startled he didn't hear a gun go off stunning the zombie so someone could easily stab it in the head. He was still peeing at full force as a hand was laid on his shoulder. Leon jumped in fear as turned around to see Claire. Leon turned bright red in embarrassment and tried to talk but only stuttering came out. Claire smiled warmly “It’s okay Leon, accidents happen to us all” but Leon shook his head “not to me and epically not from being too scared of a zombie!” Claire tried to refuse that and comfort Leon but Leon pushed her away as he finished peeing and stormed off. Claire tried to tell after him that it was to dangerous to go off on his own but Leon was already gone. Leon made his was to the stations bathrooms. Since there was a generator, the hot showers still worked and Leon had to clean himself. He made his way to the bathrooms and ran into two zombies. Leon pulled out his gun and shoot one and stepped the other. But the one he shot didn't go down and tackled Leon to the ground. Leon fought; but the zombie was overpowering him. Leon would have gotten killed if it was not for Claire waking up Jill to follow him and shooting the zombie in the head twice. Once the Zombie was dead she walked over and helped Leon up. Leon glared at her as she helped more his dirty hair out of his blue eyes “I had it under control, I didn't need your help. Why don't you to back to the others”. Leon pushed her aside and stormed off again. Claire knew Leon was just acting out since he was embarrassed but she couldn't help but feel hurt. So she left and slowly made her way to the others. Leon finally made it do the bathroom. He took his shoes and socks off. His shoes seemed to have a ocean of pee in them. Leon poured the pee out of them and into the sink. He then took his uniform off but left on his back briefs and started at his almost naked body in the mirror. His eyes concentrated on the wet fabric. He could see his black briefs shine with piss in the reflection. Leon couldn't believe he got so scared he couldn't hold it and peed his pants. Leon took a seat on the bathroom bench in only his pee soaked black briefs and crossed his almost naked legs right over left, hiding his black pee soaked briefs. He couldn’t believe what had happened and to make matters worse he yelled at Claire. Chris would for sure kill him for yelling at his little sister. And Claire definitely didn’t deserve it, she was only trying to comfort him. Leon put his head on his hands and loudly sighed. After a minute he uncrossed his legs and walked over to the showers. Leon took his briefs off and put them and the rest of his uniform in the stations washing machine, pouring in soap and turning it on. Leon then got into the shower. He turned on the hot water and cleaned himself, making extra sure to clean his crotch and legs. After he was clean he stood in the water with his eyes close as the hot water hit his face and ran down his naked body. Leon almost fell asleep in there but a zombie growled and pound against the bathroom door alerting him. Leon got out and dried off; ignoring the zombie for now as it was stuck outside by the heavy door. Luckily his locker at the police station had an extra uniform and change off cloths. Leon dried off and put on a clean pair of black briefs. He wrapped himself in a dry towel and grabbed the clean uniform and went back to the others. No point in putting on the uniform just to take it off a sleep in only his briefs. Leon found a flash grande in his locker and grabbed it. He cracked the door a little to see the zombie was now slowly pacing the hallway. Leon carefully removed the flash grande pin and rolled it outside under the zombie. Leon quickly shut the door and heard it go off stunning the zombie. Leon quickly ran out of the bathroom and back towards the lobby. He made it back to the others. Jill was back asleep besides Chris. Only Claire was awake. Leon entered the Lobby and made his way over to Claire. “Hey Claire, about earlier I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you like that, I was being an ass so I’m sorry” Leon said as he rubbed the back of his head. Claire smiled “it’s okay Leon” Leon smiled back and his eyes looked at where his accident occurred. His giant pee puddle was still there and shining against the Police Station’s tile floor. Claire followed his eyes and saw the puddle his eyes were now looking at. “You go get some sleep and I’ll clean that up and don’t worry, I told Jill and Chris we had an water spill so they don’t know about the accident”. Leon shook his head “Thank you for not telling them but I couldn’t ask you to do that”. Claire smiled and put her hand on Leon’s shoulder “you are not asking, I’m insisting”. Leon smiled and nodded. Turning around he yawned and went to get into his sleeping bag. Leon crawled into it and drifted off smiling but not believing he got so scared by a zombie he peed his pants. I hope you all like the story!! Any feedback will be very much appreciated!!

Hello again all, I am back with another auto-narrated audio story. This time, I reached out to story writer, DespMely, to ask her permission to use her story: "Times of Desperation - Dinner Trouble at the Manor". She graciously gave me permission to use her work and so I tried my best to keep it as close to the original as I could while making the narrator sound as human as I could. The original post of story can be found here: As stated above, this story was not written by me. However, some of the story was changed by me to be easier to read for the narrator. All credit for the story still goes to its original creator, DespMely. The text narrator I used came from here: https://readloud.net/english/american/32-female-voice-kendra.html As a word of warning, the first time I went to use it, the site took me elsewhere for some clickbait bs, but I went back and it worked fine after. Hope you all enjoy, and please let me know what you think. There's a good chance I'll continue using this for my own enjoyment so if others want it too I'd love to know. Cheers, James_ Times_of_Desperation_406.mp3

Derek woke to the smell of eggs and bacon cooking. It was his favorite breakfast and his roommates, Kevin and Chris, were cooking it for his 20th birthday. Derek got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to eat his breakfast. On the way he passed thebathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He had short blond messy hair and was skinny. Girls may have thought he was attractive but he wished he was bigger. Looking at the toilet he realized he had to pee. He thought to himself “I can hold it while I eat” and walked on out to the kitchen. Once he got there breakfast just finished cooking and Kevin was putting it on a plate. Once Chris and Kevin saw him they broke out singing Happy Birthday. Derek expected this but he always hated it, He would much rather Chris and Kevin attack him or something. But he let them know that so so why wouldn’t they do that instead. After they finished they sat down to eat. Derek sat on the couch with his feet up. Derek enjoyed his meal with his favorite breakfast drink, OJ. The OJ was good but did not help his bladder. Once they finished eating Kevin went to get ready for his part time job and Chris went for a walk. Derek just sat there watching tv for awhile, he knew he should go to the bathroom but he didn’t. After a whole his need had increased rapidly and he decided he couldn’t wait. He got up and headed to the bathroom but of course the door was closed. Kevin was taking a shower. Unlike Derek Kevin was a tall muscle man and while Derek didn’t like how he looked Kevin loved how he looked. His tall white body had muscle everywhere and even a 6 Pack. He was every girls dream guy and now with water running down his sexy, hot body he thought he looked even sexier. Standing at the door Derek noticed his need was much worse then he thought, he barley could hold it. Derek pounded on the door yelling “KEVEN” But of course no answer. He leaned against the door crossing his legs and holding himself. Right then Chris came in and headed straight to his room. He came out 5mins later in only his green boxers. Derek have had a crush on Chris forever. He had short brown hair, wore glasses, and had an amazing tan. Just Derek’s type and seeing him in only his green boxers was a dream come true. He went and stood behind Derek grabbing himself as well. Derek looks at him and says “you have to pee really bad too”? Chris nodded bouncing from one foot to another. Derek was doing the same. After what seemed like hours Keven turned the water off. Hearing this Derek once again pounded on the door and yelled “open the door Chris and I are about to piss ourselves”! Keven opened the door to see both his roommates with there legs crossed and holding them self’s. As soon as the door opened Chris tried to push pass Derek but Derek pushed him back and said “wait your turn”! Chris replied “I can’t, I’m about to piss my pants”! “So am I!” Derek said as he walked into the bathroom. Chris tried to follow him but Derek pushed him out saying “wait your turn” and closing the door and locking it. Chris looked in shock as Derek closed the door. He had to go so bad he was bursting. He grabbed himself and did the potty dance like a little kid. He knew that he couldn’t hold it in much longer but he had to make it. “Please God let me make it” he begged as he jumped around. Derek could feel hot piss leaking into his pants but since his shorts were black you couldn’t see any wetness. He got to the toilet and pulled down his pants and undies and legged the lid. As he released Chris heard and couldn’t take it anymore. His own bladder released. It started as an stream but quickly turned into a jet of hot piss soaking his green boxers and running down his legs foaming a huge pee puddle around his feet. Chris couldn’t believe what was happing but it felt so good he didn’t care. Right then the bathroom door opened reveling Derek. Drake watched as his roommate and crush peed his undies. As Derek stood there staring, Chris started to cry realizing what was happing. Derek walked over and hugged Chris as his piss slowed. Looking at Chris Derek couldn’t help but to think he looked cute. Not being able to stop himself Derek kissed Chris on the cheek. Chris looked at Derek in shock but after a moment pulled Derek in and kissed him back. Derek was surprised but enjoying the moment. Keven came out of his room to see what all the noise was. When he saw Chris and Derek he stopped in his tracks. Derek wrapped his arms around Chris as they kissed again but on the lips this time.

I thought I’d take an unconventional approach to an omorashi anthology. This is the prologue, please let me know what you think! ********** Prologue: Let me share some fun facts with you. There are approximately 7.82 billion people in the world. Specifically, 7,757,304,035 people, last time I checked. That’s a lot right? That’s approximately 7,800 millions. Have you ever counted to 1 million before? How about 7,800? Exactly. 7.8 billion is a big number. It’s a massive number actually; so massive in fact, that it would take you approximately 31 years, 251 days, 7 hours, 46 minutes, and 40 seconds just to count to 1 billion, at the rate of 1 number every second, on average. Most of us would literally die trying. So that begs the question: how did I do it? No, it’s not because I can count really fast. I’m actually one of the slowest people I know. I’d be late to my own funeral, assuming I died on time. No, I’m just good with numbers. Really good, if I can flatter myself for a moment. Statistics are a breeze for me; fun even, if you can believe that. So much fun that I graduated with a masters in marketing and a bachelors in statistics by the time I was 22. I didn’t have much of a social life, and I really didn’t need one. I was singularly fascinated with how you could enumerate and then monetize human behavior, based on something as simple as a demographic. Example: out of the approximately 76 million college students in the United States, 22% of all of their beverage consumption is coffee. Not surprisingly, there’s a Starbucks on every campus I’ve ever been to. Never do something you’re good at for free they say. So I founded the world’s largest statistics and analytics company, DMG Analytics. Because let’s be honest, compiling numeric profiles on 7.82 billion people is a lot of work for one guy, despite my affinities. We collect and compile valuable consumer data for large companies across the globe, using state of the art software that I co- designed and patented. We can get specific, very specific, and that’s a huge asset in this industry. Retail, big tech, you name it; we make sure our clients are reaching their number one customers. We do the numbers, so you don’t have to. So why am I bothering you on a fetish website? Well first of all, I hope I’m not bothering you. If I am, well at least you learned something about coffee and college students. But I’d like to think I have more to bring to the table than a few fun facts. What I bring is decisive probability; likely outcomes, based on facts and collected data. What better way to think about desperate guys and gals than in a “big picture” kind of way? I’m sure some of you can appreciate that. Let me share another fun fact with you. Out of 7.82 billion people on the planet, 327 million are in the United States. Out of 327 million individuals in the US, 13 million have had an accident so bad, they had to tell someone about it; in fact, only 15% of that 13 million are men, the other 85% are women (sorry ladies, our lines just aren’t as long). If you consider that all surveys only have a 30-40% response rate, that means there could be upwards of 20 million men and women who gambled and lost, but just aren’t willing to take a weird survey. That’s a lot of people having accidents, when you think about it. I’d say it’s safe to say that the likelihood of any number of omorashi related fantasies and fictions actually happening is fairly high at this point. You may never have seen an accident, but think about how often you get desperate, either on purpose or by accident. What are the odds that that’s happened to someone else, out of billions of people? Very high, I’d say. Maybe yesterday, maybe two weeks ago. But someone, somewhere, has had an accident recently. Someone’s crush has definitely probably been desperate and wet herself in front of their secret admirer. A hot teacher has definitely probably squirmed behind her desk, counting the seconds till the bell rings so she can speed walk to the nearest staff bathroom, only to wait in line, shuffling her feet as she tries to keep her composure. These things happen more often than you’d think. I’m speaking from a straight guy’s perspective, who has no personal desire to see other men desperate. To each their own. But regardless of orientation, I’ve been desperate before, just like you’ve been desperate before; it happens to everyone, everywhere, all the time. We’re all statistics, technically speaking. But one thing I’ve learned over time is that every number has a story, as vivid and real as your own day to day life; a sort of perverted iteration of sonder, if you will. That’s 12 million people, at a minimum, with a very vivid story of an embarrassing, messy accident. Which is why I created “the survey.” It started off as a fun little side project, for shits and giggles. Write a little survey, maybe even monetize contributions to incentivize participants, post it on the right website with the right demographics, and see what happens. A “fire and forget” sort of thing. But when I launched a trial run on a water-sports forum..... wow. You wouldn’t believe how gleefully people will tell detailed stories of their most embarrassing bathroom failures, if you throw in some money for their troubles. I’ll say this: 12 million was an amatuer number. One contract with Pornhub later, and 115 million people a day view my paid survey. With a 10% monthly participation rate, that means 11.5 million people a month fill my inbox with sensational bathroom accident stories and experiences that definitely probably happened, from some of the most willing participants you’ll find: horny men and women, motivated to tell the best story possible. This is the story of their stories. I say it was worth every penny, but I’ll let you decide that for yourself.

What kind of dialogues do you like to read? For exemple. A girl and a boy on a long car trip. Girl : "Can you please stop somewhere, i need to wee?" Boy : " You are a big girl, i think you can hold it until we are there!" Hours later. Girl : " I`ll pee my panties, if you don`t let me go." Boy :" Good girls don`t pee their panties, good girls hold it until they are allowed to go to the bathroom." Another example. A cashier boy at a supermarket can`t hide his strong urge to piss. Lady :" Everything okay with you?" Boy :" Yes madam, thank you, i am okay. I just need to pee so bad, i did not have a chance to go all day." Lady : "Omg, you must be full to burst." Boy : " Yes madam, i am full to burst and it hurts really bad to hold it for so long." Lady :" How much longer do you have to wait?" Boy :" More then 2 hours." Lady :" Can you endure that for so long?" Boy :" I don`t know, but i have to, i am not allowed to go before." Lady :"Poor boy, you have to work hard for your money." Another example. A couple make a one day bus trip. At the first stop, the boy get out of the bus to take a piss. The girl stay in the bus. Boy :"Don`t you need to pee?" Girl :" I would have to go, but i don`t like this loo`s , i hold it!" The girl don`t go at lunch and she stay in the bus at the last pee stop at the evening. Boy :" You did not wee once all day , don`t you need to go? You must be full to burst!" Girl :" I would really need to go bad by now, but not at this loos, i am holding it! 3 hours and i can use my loo at home." Now the opposite, the girl wants to go, but the boy want let her. A girl spend a day with a boy. The boy has the opportunity to piss sometimes, the girl not! Late at the afternoon. Girl :"I am needing to wee since hours, my bladder is up to my navel. I need a loo now!" Boy :" No loo for you, hold it! You are a girl and girls can always hold it if they have to." What kind of dialogues do you like? What are your favorite sayings?

Hello, this is my first wetting story. I attached a picture that fits to the story to make it more immersive. Also, English is not my native language, so there might be some mistakes. Lily and Emily were looking forward to spend another great day on the ski slope. The two of them are on a 7 day vacation in the mountains, not far away from where Emily grew up. Both loved skiing and wanted to make the most of the few days they had. They intended to wake up early, so they could be the first at the main ski gondola which is usually extremely packed anytime after 10 am. But they overslept, mainly because Emily didn't want to wake up so early again and turned their alarm clock off. While Emily, after she woke up, just used the bathroom as always, Lily, who was furious about oversleeping, jumped in her skiing clothes right after getting out of the bed and had breakfast like she just came back from the ski slope. They both drank two big cups of coffee. After breakfast, Emily was getting ready and Lily realized she forgot to pee and weighed out the options: either going to the bathroom now and laboriously get out of her clothes and back in, or hold it till they are at the foot of the mountain where there are countless restaurants. She was interrupted by Emily who said she was ready to go and without wasting anymore time, they were driving their car to the parking lot outside of the gondola. They got into their skiing boots, took their ski out of the car and walked to the main gondola, only to realize, that their struggle in the morning had made them turn up too late. The station was packed and getting into the gondola would take atleast 15 minutes. A long time if you have to hold your ski and you are sweating because the temperature in the station was not what your outfit was designed for. "I told you so" said Lily, but Emily just rolled her eyes. The line took forever to get shorter and Lily now realized her need to pee was strong... stronger than she expected it to be. She thought about using the bathroom here at the station, but they already advanced too much in the line and she didn't want to anger Emily by having to wait the 15 minutes again. Finally, they got into the gondola and after another 10 minutes, which felt like forever for Lily, they reached the station on the mountain. Lily wanted to use a bathroom now, but Emily had different plans. "We just got up here and it's already 12 pm, we can't waste anymore of our time. Who knows when we can have a vacation like this again?" Lily accepted that. Emily is her best friend and Lily didn't want to argue with her again. They took one of the smaller, open ski lifts. On it, Emily was talking about the route she prepared for today, but Lily wasn't listening. It was a cold day and the wind, that was flowing between her legs, didn't help. She put her hands between her legs. When getting out of the lift, Lily saw a small bar. "Surely there is a toilet there" she thought. Lily turned around to Emily: "Emily, I really have to..." But Emily was not there. She was already 15 metres ahead on the slope. Lily had no choice than to follow her. There were different paths to get down and they might lose each other if they don't stay together. The slope was full of people, so there was no way she could squat anywhere. As she realized that there was no chance of relieve anytime soon, her need to pee increased drastically. Lily started to panic. Emily stopped when the slopes split apart. The easy, but longer path was marked with a blue arrow, and the much shorter but a little more difficult path, was marked with a red arrow. "I'll say we take the blue path to slowly get going for today" Emily said. "Emily, I need to pee so bad, like really bad" Lily said, while putting a hand between her legs, because crossing her legs was obviously not possible "Alright then, let's take a break when we are back down" Emily replied, seemingly not aware of how desperate Lily was. She followed Emily down the blue path, looking for spots where she can try squatting, though knowing that she won't find any. It was a narrow path, with many other skiers. While skiing, Lily was able to blend out the fact that she was close to embarrassing herself. They then finally arrived at the Cafe at the bottom of the lift. Lily quickly removed her ski and ran into the cafe, only to realize that it was 1pm and the the cafe was absolutely packed. She looked for the restroom and found a single bathroom with one toilet with a line of 15 woman. Using the bathroom with ski clothes takes forever, which explains the huge line. "Okay, calm down Lily" she thought. She crossed her legs and started to think. If one woman takes a minute in the bathroom, this would take 15 minutes. Wouldn't it be faster to use the lift and get to the bar she has seen previously? She pressed her hand on her crotch. Her bladder needs an answer now. She decides that it would be better to go back up and quickly gets out of the cafe to look for Emily. She was sitting on one of the wooden benches. "Emily, I can't hold it anymore, the line is too long. We need to use the lift and get up to the bar at the top" "What?" Emily replied "I just made it so comfortable for myself and ordered a cup of tea to keep myself warm, I can't leave now. Just go to the line and wait" "No, no you don't understand" Lily was getting louder to make a point. "I'm about to piss myself, I..." She stopped talking in order to stop something else. Her urine just made a push to get outside and it took all her strength to stop it. "Well I don't know what you want me to do" Emily said while drinking her tea. Another wave hit Lily. This time she couldn't stop it completely. A fairly big amount of pee came out, making her panties wet. Lily couldn't believe it. She was peeing herself, as a 19 year old, in front of her best friend. She looked around. Everywhere there were people, eating and drinking. No private place where she could pee. The toilet line is too long. Lily realized all hope was lost. Tears started to roll down her eyes as her bladder gave up. At first her panties were soaked, then her panty hose and leggings and lastly her ski pants. A puddle formed on the bench she was sitting, which then dropped on the snow, coloring it yellow. On the bright side, the pee felt warm and Lily was finally relieved. But she also felt extremely embrassed. "Oh my.." Emily screamed, as she saw what was unfolding in front of her eyes, but when she looked in the red face of her friend she felt nothing about pity and anger at herself, for not taking Lily's countless hints to look for a bathroom seriously. "I'm so sorry Lily, I didn't know that you had to go so bad, I didn't think that.." "Its okay" Lily said "It's okay". Lily was scared that Emily would laugh at her, but that reaction made the accident a little bit better. Luckily, her ski pants were black so no one else could see. "I think it's better we go home, change clothes and shower, don't you think?" Emily asked. The warm pee slowly turned into cold ice, so Lily agreed. Emily finished her tea and headed for the bathroom in the cafe. The struggle of Lily affected her as well, so she decided that she wouldn't want to risk it, considering the coffee she drunk in the morning and the tea now. But the line hasn't gotten shorter, in fact, a school class, probably from one of the local towns, was waiting now as well. The young girls took even longer, because a teacher had to come in with them as well. "Ugh" she mumbled. Emily started to think about the bar Lily has mentioned and she had seen previously, though only short. It would be smarter to go there and take the lift instead of waiting here. She told Lily her idea and although she wasn't happy to go back up with her wet pants, she agreed. They left their skis at the cafe, as they planned to take the lift back down anyway. On the lift, Emily crossed her legs and started to talk with Lily about what happened and apologized multiple times. After a while they could just laugh about it and Emily even touched Lily's wet spots between her legs. But Emily's need to pee increased as well and after they both got out of the lift, Emily rushed to the bar. But she was disspaointed, because she didn't find what she was expecting. Instead of a small house, it was more of an open carriage selling souvenirs, some hot meals and drinks. There was no toilet, but Emily still asked for one. "There is one at the maintenance house, but it's only for employees" the lady at the desk replied. Emily is a shy girl, no way she would go to the maintenance house and ask for a toilet. She went back to Lily. "And?" she asked "There is no toilet here" Emily said. "And what do you want to do know?" "I don't know.." Emily leaned forward and put her hands between her legs. Her urge to pee suddenly got stronger. "I have to look for some place quiet where I can pee, I won't hold it for much longer". "I'll come with you" Lily said "I also still have to pee" They went around to look, but it was surprisingly busy for such a small lift and slope. Emily got desperate. Would she have to pee herself just like Lily? But Lily spotted a small cabin on the slope. "We can squat behind it. Most skiers will go past us quickly and won't see much" Lily said. "But what if someone sees us?" Emily expressed her concerns "Do you rather want to piss yourself, like I did?". As there were no other options, both quickly ran down the slope behind the cabin. Emily's need to pee increased dramatically. She walked behind the cabin, followed by Lily, and waited for some of the skiers to pass. She crossed her legs. Why are there so many? Another one, another one. Lily didn't seem to care. She squatted and undressed herself and started to pee. The sight of Lily made her own need unbearable. She squatted down. Her bladder now knew: It was time to pee. Emily opened her jacket to get the suspenders of her ski pants down. She quickly unbuttoned her pants and dragged them down. Her pee slowly started to make its way out. She undressed her leggings. Her pee splashed out as she put her panties away from her crotch. It was a strong and loud stream. Emily moaned a little when she was finally able to relieve herself. The snow under her was quickly colored yellow. She peed for a good 30 seconds until the stream finally stopped. She dressed herself again. "Wow" Lily said "You REALLY had to pee". They both looked at each other and then started laughing. What happened today has made their friendship even stronger. Thanks for reading. That turned out much longer than I expected. It would be nice if I could get some feedback as I am still unsure if i managed to write good desperation and pee/wetting parts

View File I am Yetti Pee Videos I am Yetti channel from Youtube pee related videos. Some desperation, you see her on the toilet peeing..there is no nudity in these videos. She also does roleplay on her channel from what I see. Submitter Jay Loo Submitted 01/06/2020 Category Peeing

Hey everyone, I wanted to get your thoughts on public desperation, both being desperate yourself in public or witnessing another’s desperation. Do you like being desperate in public, or just to witness others’ desperation, or neither? What’s your perspective on it? I don’t talk about my own desperation that much, because I’m relatively prideful when it comes to discussing my moments of weakness I’m personally not a fan of being desperate in public. I usually don’t end up desperate to pee ever, in public at least, but I have a very sensitive stomach, and for me there is nothing fun about having to do that in a public bathroom. So I usually wait, and that’s led to some very anxious rides home I’m a fan of public desperation though, both kinds, which I feel is ironic because I’m not a particular fan of being desperate myself. It feels exotic to me to see a pretty girl visibly desperate in public. I’ve seen it a lot in a bar or a club; drinks are flying left and right, lines are super long, it’s the nature of the beast. To me, a cute potty dance is always a plus; I’ve always had a thing for dancers, so it makes a lot of sense, haha. In one of my stories a desperate girl stepped out of line and approached me, and she was subtly pee dancing the entire time we talked. It was incredible! But it also feels kinda odd shooting my shot with a girl at a bar, knowing she’s desperate. It’s nice when I end up chatting with a desperate girl, which has happened a number of times, but it feels odd approaching a girl, already knowing she’s desperate. Does that make sense? Even though I like public desperation, I’m very conscientious about not being a creep. There’s still a guilty part of me that would like to watch the squirming regardless, but I’m constantly mindful of treating people with respect. I’m really interested in hearing your guys thoughts!!!

Hello there I hope everyone is doing well right now, with all of the craziness going on. I myself am doing well. Work has also slowed down a fair bit, and I have even more time on my hands than I did before! With that being said, this has actually been on my mind for awhile, but I wasn’t sure how I would do it, or if I wanted to do it at all. I’m still not entirely sure about it, which is why I wanted to get some feedback. I’ve done a fair bit of writing on here, as well a couple unfinished stories still in the works. I wanted to get a general idea of whether or not anyone would be interested in ordering commissioned stories from me? I’d be open to writing just about anything omorashi related, and I would be open minded to exploring other ideas as well. Just nothing too extreme, or you know, illegal (which should go without saying)! I wouldn’t plan to charge much because I’ve obviously never done this before. But overall, is this something anyone would be interested in? Feel free to leave your questions or comments below!

View File Hot Bedwetting compilation Here's a new, 17 minute long compilation of some of my favourite bedwettings so far. Just for all you naughty bedwetting fans out there ;) Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 08/16/2021 Category AliceWetting  

This incident happened nearly two years ago - one of the most amazing experiences I had ever came to watching an experience up-close. Brace yourself, for this is a long story. My best friend is a pretty attractive guy. He’s rather tall, standing at a towering 185cm, and of average build - closer to a skinny one. His personality is close to your typical soft shy-boy from a Korean drama. I would admit that I had a slight crush, or rather, attraction towards him at that time and it had only amplified after this incident. We had been out studying together for a few hours at a small café pretty far away from the city and he ordered a few coffees to keep himself hydrated and focused, while I was not allowed to drink any due to health concerns. Well, I’m sure you can guess where this is going - five hours with five cups of coffee, and caffeine has an insane diuretic effect for him. He started to show initial signs of needing the toilet two hours in, but I guess he had assumed that he could wait. After five hours, I could tell that it had really gotten to him. He couldn’t stay still, face insanely red, hands shaking, legs crossed tightly, and sweating crazily. He was obviously close to his limit. “Hey, do you need to go to the washroom or something?” I asked him. He nodded and approached the staff to ask for a restroom. However, after a few minutes, he came back dejected and with tears almost welling in his eyes. “What’s the matter? Why didn’t you go?” I asked. “The customer’s restroom is broken and we’re not allowed to use the staff’s - it’s for hygiene.” he mumbled, tears clearly on the brink of falling from his eyes. I then suggested that we leave and find a nearby restroom. After asking for directions from the staff, who did not know of the directions to the nearest restroom, my best friend gave up and suggested going to the city to relieve himself, since it was only 15 minutes or so away. He was really certain that he’d make it. I suppose at this point in time, I should add in a little bit of context. He was a really shy guy and would never, ever show any kind of need for something as private - as personal as needing to use the washroom. This meant that his need, at this moment, was literally insane to show it this openly to me. We quickly packed up our things and thanked the staff, and walked quickly towards the nearby bus-stop. On the way there, he was so, so desperate that he had to stop a few times to bend down, hands on his thighs and squeeze his legs together. ”Hey, you’re going to make it, okay?” I reassured him, although deep down I knew a part of me, though evil, wanted to say, please don’t make it. He could hardly look me in the eye, but once we made eye contact, it felt like he had gained the strength to carry on. We eventually reached the bus-stop where he immediately sat down and he buried his face in his hands. ”God, Ariae. I’m so sorry you have to see me like this - I really didn’t know their washrooms were closed. I’m sorry for ruining the day.” My heart melted instantly. He was so pure and apologetic for such a human need and I almost cursed myself for silently hoping that he would not have made it. I reached out for his arm to assure him that it was all okay, noticing how cold and shaken he was. Five minutes passed. Ten minutes passed. We had waited in silence for the bus who was scheduled to come by every twenty minutes due to how remote it was - it seemed that we were unlucky enough to miss the previous bus. “How much do you need to go?” I couldn’t resist myself asking. ”I’m.. I don’t know, Ariae. I’ve never been this urgent in my life. I don’t know why I didn’t decide to go sooner. I don’t even think I can hold on until the bus comes.” I wrapped my arms around his cold body and reassured him that the bus would come anytime soon. Sure enough, as miracles do, a bus came by just two minutes after that. Though happy for my friend, I was silently disappointed. He struggled to even get up, knees tight together as he tried to act as normal as he could while entering the bus, though it was obvious everyone had their eyes on him. His face turned redder than I’d ever seen him. It seemed that lady luck was not on our side as the bus was insanely crowded - having the time been just past 6.30pm where everyone was on the way home after a long day of work. The bus was both crowded and seatless, leaving my poor friend standing and legs tightly crossed. I was sure that everyone on the bus, hoping for something exciting to happen that they could tell their family about as they went home, was secretly wishing to see him wet himself. The bumpy ride home seemed to take hours. I linked my arms with his to make sure he stayed balanced as his other hand was on his thighs, itching to just grab his crotch and hold it better. Almost ten minutes had passed, he was shaking so hard that I almost wanted to hug him. At long, long, long last, we had finally reached the nearest bus-stop to our house. ”That.. was not fifteen minutes.” I muttered, trying to make a quick joke to cheer him up. ”Ariae... god, I really, really have to pee. I don’t think I can hold it anymore. I’m about to wet myself.” I glanced over at him. For someone as shy as him, finally gaining the courage to grab onto his crotch meant that he was quite literally minutes away from completely losing it all. My heart wrenched at the sight of him. ”Come on, my house is just a short walk away. You’ll make it, okay?” “Mm.” he mumbled in reply. Every two seconds, he had to stop to grab himself tightly before continuing. After four minutes of agony, I heard a soft gasp. ”Oh my god.” a small wet spot appeared on his light-blue jeans and appeared to grow bigger for a few seconds. ”Oh my god. I can’t hold it anymore, I have to pee, right now.” he gasped. “No, no. Just a few steps away. You can make it.” I made a last-ditch attempt to reassure him. He then hobbled the last two minutes before finally stopping at the lobby and his wet patch grew even bigger. The glistening wet patch shone brightly in the sunset as those passing by glanced. ”I have to go now, Ariae.” The lift seemed to take a billion years to reach our floor, and his ever-growing wet patch seemed to get bigger slowly and slowly by the second. At long, long, last, we had made it inside the elevator when I heard a gasp. ”Ariae. I’m sorry. I can’t hold it anymore. I’m peeing myself.” I watched as my best friend losing control, grab his crotch tightly, desperately, knees buckled, trying to save himself from humiliation while fresh, golden urine poured out of his hands and his jeans onto the floor rapidly, glistening under the light of the elevator. Complete silence throughout the elevator - except the soft whispering repeating “please stop”, the soft hissing of his urine pouring out of his penis and the loud splash on the elevator floor. Even as we had reached my floor, he hasn’t stopped wetting himself until minutes after when the trickle had finally died down, but not the ones pouring from his eyes. “Hey, it’s okay. Accidents happen. Let’s get you changed and we can take a much-needed nap.” I reassured him, smoothing through his disheveled hair and wiping the tears off his beautiful face. Since that incident, I had never seen him drink even a single cup of coffee anymore.

Blonde woman talking ( no audio ) while she is desperate to pee, she crosses her legs and grab her crotch on a number of occasion's. Love it when a woman holds it through their dress, she did very well during her desperation while crotch holding as there were no signs of leakage on the front of her dress until the final release. When she finally no longer can hold it in she releases a large amount of pee which runs down her legs. Blonde hair blue dress kitchen desperation, NO audio.mp4