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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.

I used ChatGPT to create some AI-generated pee desperation short stories. One of the result is interesting. My question was: ''Tell me a story of a young woman desperate to pee. She has to do some physical activities like jumping jacks, splits and so on. Finally she has to put a tenniss ball under her belly and lie on it" The answer was: Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Emily who was participating in a gymnastics competition. As she was preparing for her performance, she suddenly felt the urge to pee. She tried to ignore it and focus on her routine, but the pressure in her bladder was increasing. The competition started, and Emily performed flawlessly, but the urge to pee was getting unbearable. She tried to hold it in, but her body couldn't take it anymore. Emily was in desperate need of a restroom break, but the competition was in full swing, and she couldn't leave the stage. The next part of her routine required her to do jumping jacks, splits, and other physically demanding activities. Emily knew she couldn't hold it any longer and begged the judges to let her take a quick break. But they refused, saying that it would disrupt the competition. Feeling hopeless, Emily remembered a trick her coach had taught her. She grabbed a tennis ball and put it under her belly, lying on it. The pressure of the ball on her bladder provided some relief, and Emily was able to finish her routine without any accidents. After the competition, Emily rushed to the restroom and finally relieved herself. She was exhausted and embarrassed but also proud of herself for finding a creative solution to her problem. From that day on, Emily always kept a tennis ball with her during competitions, just in case. She learned the importance of listening to her body and finding solutions to her problems, even in the most challenging situations. Especially interesting is the end. I think, when one has a full bladder, lying on a tennis ball should make things worse, possibly even make one not be able to hold it any longer. Here it becomes a trick that helps hold it. Or maybe my question was not precise enough? Who is right?

Hi guys ?? I’ve been browsing tumblr recently, and came across the remnants of some awesome tumblrs That have unfortunately even deactivated. I would love to know if anyone saved any of their omorashi related material, or if they have other accounts I can follow! The first one is “lipstick-on-my-Juicebox,” which is an awesome name for a tumblr in my opinion ? The second one is “Yaosaka,” which I’ve seen posted on the site before. If anyone has any saved material, or stories, or anything from these awesome tumblrs, I’d love to see it ?

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. ­

Hey all, this is a writing experiment I did on Christmas because I felt like it. I always wanted to try writing desperation/wetting scenarios in an office setting but could never think of a way to turn it into a convincing or decent plot or scenario. This was something I came up with just to test out, and have a few ideas floating around about continuing this story if I think it's good enough, so feedback/suggestions/responses are greatly appreciated! - Orion ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 24-year-old Damian is an IT specialist at a local branch of West Valley Financial Services LLC, a financial management and advisory firm. Damian was rather fresh out of learning his trade but being around computers his whole life, he was more than qualified for the role as tech support for the branch. The head of the branch, Mr. Frasier, was a stubborn old man that really should have retired by now. He was always caught grumbling about how things are better back when he was a young’un and that people today don’t know “what the hell they doin’ anymore”. For that reason, nobody has been hired at this West Valley branch in over a decade until the previous tech lead retired, and we’re in need of a replacement, which ended up being Damian. Frasier was always keen to remind Damian that he was hired solely because he was cheap, and didn’t believe that his support was very necessary. As usual, the boss didn’t know what he was talking about. The aging staff at West Valley struggled with updates and software issues of programs they “have used forever”, along with the plethora of forgotten passwords and lost file reports. It’s a wonder corporate hasn’t audited this branch, the next closest employee to Damian in terms of age was 38, and he was the custodian. On top of that, the staff was notably lacking behind company standards for diversity: of the small office of 20 people, only two were female, the rest males. The two being the receptionist who had been here since the branch’s founding and was a few years away from retirement, and the other being a stoic middle-aged woman that never has anything to say other than “Mhm.” outside of work emails. It’s not that the boss was sexist, he was just old-fashioned and particular about his qualities when hiring new employees, which explains the lack of new arrivals since Damian. That all changed a breezy October morning. Damian was at his desk filing out another report on resolving a “[blank] file disappeared!” that he has come to know all too well. His throat felt a bit dry, so he got up to get a drink from the water cooler. The break room was next to the entrance to the office building, where the receptionist was nowhere to be soon; probably taking one of her “unofficial” breaks again. Damian got a cup of water and chilled on his phone for a couple minutes, then finishing and refilling his cup and leaving the break room. It was upon exiting that he noticed a young woman in the reception area, looking a bit lost. She had smooth legs clad in stockings that gradually grew thicker on her thighs as it became covered mid-way by a mini-skirt. A dress shirt covered her torso where an ample, but not overindulgent, bosom was being covered. She had a cardigan wrapped around her arm for the chilly autumn weather and a petite face curtained by a wavy brown-blonde bob to her shoulders. It's clear she was a bit overdressed; Damian personally was just wearing flannel and some blue jeans; dress code was pretty much non-existent. Noticing the young girl’s confusion, he stepped in to see if he could help. “Hello, can I help you?” asked Damian. The woman turned to respond. “Ah! Are you Mr. Frasier? I’m here for the interview.” An interview? Mr. Frasier was hiring?! That certainly is a surprise, and the fact he conceded a woman to be applicable enough for an interview, that’s rather unlike him. “No, I’m the IT Specialist, Damian.” He stuck his hand out for a handshake. “Nice to meet you Damian! I’m Hannah.” Hannah met Damian’s hand with a firm shake, but her hands were silky smooth. “If you’re looking for Mr. Frasier, I can take you to him, his office is right next to mine.” Damian said, motioning to lead the way. Hannah nodded and followed his lead. A short walk to Frasier’s office was followed by a knock from Damian. “Mr. Frasier, a woman named Hannah is here, she says she has an interview with you?” “Ah. Yes. Send her in.” Frasier responded sternly. “He’s all yours.” Damian gestured as if to say “Good luck, you’re gonna need it.” And with that, Hannah begun her interview as Damian returned to his desk to work on the other tech requests he has piled up. … It was a few hours later that Damian had begun feeling a bit thirsty again. It was about time for a late lunch anyway, being that it was past 3 in the afternoon by this point. He settled into his 30 minute break with some more water and a classic PB&J. A few minutes later Hannah came into the break room to join Damian, who until that point was alone in the break room. “Hey! How’d you do?” Damian greeted her. “Good, I got the job! Mr. Frasier is just showing me the ropes as his assistant, but he got a phone call and excused me for my break for the time being.” “That’s great! It’s been ages since we’ve had some fresh blood in the office, since yours truly, actually, so it’s great to see someone new!” “Likewise! I’m gonna be honest, everyone else here seems kinda old and bitter. It’s nice to have someone my age around.” Damian chuckled, “Yeah, they’re not so bad once you get to know ‘em, but there’s definitely a generational gap.” Damian and Hannah shared a conversation mostly about work, and touched on social media and the likes over the course of the break. It was at this time Damian just noticed how frequently Hannah was crossing and fidgeting in her seat. It’s easy to assume that the chair wasn’t very comfortable, because they weren’t. However Damian’s imagination began to wonder as a woman holding her piss was always exciting to watch. He wondered if Hannah was starting to get a bit desperate, and how long it was since she last used the bathroom. He pushed away the thoughts as wishful thinking, only to have his suspicions confirmed. “God, I am dying for a wee right now.” Hannah said, clasping her lap and bouncing for a moment, seemingly in the middle of the conversation. Damian was taken aback and grew a bit red in the face. That was quite… forward. He recomposed himself and pointed to the restroom in the breakroom. “The restrooms right here if you need it.” “Oh! I’ll be ok, I can hold it. Besides, that bathroom is probably a mess with all the old guys here. I always try to avoid public bathrooms, no matter how bad it is!” Hannah laughed. “Hah! You’re not far from the truth.” It’s true. He did wish the office had better aim; it was to the point where the two ladies in the office would just go elsewhere when leaving for their many unofficial breaks. “Are you going to be ok though? You seem a tad squirmy over there, I gotta say.” Hannah grew a little embarrassed after being prodded by this question. She thought guys would be grossed out by needing to pee, but Damian was more so just concerned, it seems. “I’ll be fine! I’m used to it. I should be heading back though.” “Same here! Talk to you soon!” … 6:00. Quittin’ time. Damian clocked out and felt a small urge to piss, so he went to the break room to take a leak. Luckily no one was in there, for a twenty-person office there was only a single toilet for everyone, so it wasn’t uncommon for it to be occupied when you need it. As Damian exited the restroom, he ran into Hannah clocking out, now visibly more flustered and with her top few buttons of her dress shirt undone, showing off a bit of cleavage. “Hannah! I’m surprised you’re still here! Usually the office leaves by around 5 or 5:30.” “Y-yeah, Mr. Frasier wanted me to stay a little longer to learn how to do some things… I’d love to chat more Damian but I’m absolutely dying for a piss so I gotta get home!” “Will you be able to drive ok?” Damian asked with genuine concern but equal parts curiosity. “W-well…” Hannah grew even more red. “I…have to take the bus to get home; I don’t have a car, so I guess I’ll just have to hold it…” Hannah seemed genuinely concerned that she was going to have an accident, a very public accident no doubt, as the bus stops and buses themselves would usually be full of commuting passengers, and that’s not even factoring in waiting for the bus itself. Damian decided to go for a bit of a shot. He truly wanted to help Hannah out, but at the same time was filled with burning curiosity as to the state and condition of Hannah’s bladder. “How far do you live? Perhaps it would be much faster for me to drive you home?” Hannah paused, at least paused everything but her crossing of legs and hopping from foot to foot as she cradled her bursting bladder. She knew with relative certainty she couldn’t make it without making a mess out of her mini-skirt, but she was very reasonably wary of taking a ride from a guy she just met. She felt she could trust him though, and she certainly felt after their conversation she could trust him enough. “S-sure… Is Harrison Road far from you?...” Hannah asked between leg crosses. “That’s just up the road from my apartment! Come on, before you make a puddle in the office!” … Damian pulled out of his spot with a now bursting young woman in tow, fiercely bouncing her legs and keeping them tightly crossed together. All the while sucking air through her teeth and moaning in anticipation. “Ohhhh~… It’s bad… I can almost feel it coming out! Hurry!” Damian went as fast as he could reasonably go without getting a felony, blazing past turns and going over the speed limit, weaving in and out of cars. He took a glance at Hannah on a straight stretch of road. Her face was visibly red from embarrassment, her hands firmly in her crotch, legs crossed fiercely enough to turn coals into diamonds, and could even, very faintly, notice a slight bulge out of the flat waistband of her miniskirt. It took a lot for Damian to regain his composure, and he could hardly feel like this is real; it felt more like a fanfiction on a piss kink message board. Damian made a 20 minute car ride in 15, and was pulling up to Hannah’s street as she looked the most desperate any woman had ever looked in her life. She began taking off her seat belt, all the while bouncing and fidgeting like a mad man. As soon as Damian hit park outside her address, a small townhouse amongst a row of them, Hannah dashed out of her seat and up the steps, and fumbled with her house keys as she pee-danced like crazy. Damian couldn’t be sure from his seat, but he swore he saw the faintest of damp spots on her stockings. It was only observable for a second, before Hannah opened the door and dashed inside and out of view. Damian sat on the side of the road for a couple minutes, wondering what happened, if Hannah made it, if he was fast enough, how many red lights or speed cameras he went past. Hannah soon reappeared, with what looked to be a damp pair of panties scrunched up in a ball in her hand. She looked considerably less professional, her hair messy, her dress shirt wrinkled and untucked, and her mini skirt ridden up considerably to where it became dangerously close to exposing herself. She walked over to the car. “Hey… Sorry you had to see me like that… It feels embarrassing to say but you saved my pride and my outfit today… So thanks for taking me home so quickly, I owe you one.” Hannah said sheepishly, avoiding Damian’s eye contact out of embarrassment. “Don’t sweat it, Hannah. It happens to everyone. I’m just glad you made it home dry. It certainly was nice to meet you.” “Somewhat dry. Hehe…” Hannah giggled to herself. “Yeah. See you tomorrow at work?” “Yep! See you tomorrow!” Hannah turned around to go back to her house as Damian prepared to u-turn in the street. But not before catching a glimpse of Hannah’s curvy bottom. And noticeably, since her skirt was riding so high, a Pikachu tail tattoo under her left butt-cheek on the bottom half of her thigh. As a Pokémon fan himself, Damian was greatly excited by this new common ground so that he could make a friend out of his new colleague, and for the first time in a while, was genuinely excited to go to work tomorrow. To be continued.

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

(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