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(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/

Hi all, so this took place about 3 years ago and I still remember it like yesterday. myself and a group of friends went out downtown to this bar/nightclub to have a fun guys night after a long week. I wasn’t necessarily looking to meet a woman that night but a girl I knew introduced me to her friend from out of town. Her name was Shelly and she was about 5’6, shoulder length Light brown hair, athletic build with a shapely behind and a cute smile (and personality). Like I said, I wasn’t trying to take her home with me but a few drinks later and we were on the dance floor having a grand ole time. We had such a good time that we stayed until 2 am when the bar was closing. I was shocked by how quickly time flew by and it must have been two hours since I had been introduced to Shelly. as we were leaving, I invited her to come back to my apartment and possibly do some late night swimming in my complex’s swimming pool. She eagerly agreed and I proceeded to order an Uber. Shelly mentioned that she had to pee but did so in a light-hearted way and seemed content with just waiting until we got back to my place since the bar was closed. About 15 min later the Uber arrived and we got in the back seat. Shelly was wearing a form fitting black mini skirt, a white crop top, and a denim jacket. The ride to my place was typically 20 min so I figured she would be fine to wait that long. the Uber driver was friendly and we casually chatted while Shelly was sitting right next to me in the middle seat. Her left hand was resting on my crotch and her right hand was between her legs (not grabbing her crotch at this point). She was getting slightly frisky by doing this then whispered in my ear that she has to pee really bad. Her demeanor was still cheery so I assumed she was just over exaggerating in the way that slightly drunk people sometimes do. I estimated that it had been around midnight that I first met her and we had not left each other’s side since then and it was now close to 2:30 am. My mental gears were turning upon realizing that it had been at least two and a half hours since she had used the restroom and her and I had consumed at least 3 beers and 2 shots of fireball. about half a mile from my apartment, our Uber driver ran a stop sign and was pulled over by a police car that happened to be nearby. Now Ive said this before that every account I tell is 100 percent true and as crazy as this next part is, it actually happened . The cops asked for his drivers license, registration, etc, and he seemed to be having trouble finding either of those things on his person. He searched through the glove compartment for several minutes and the cops said they would be back in a minute. At this point, Shelly began squirming in her seat with her left buttcheek repeatedly rubbing against the side of my leg. By this point she had the palms of her hand stuck together and jammed into her crotch. She remained surprisingly composed aside from the squirming around and did not appear to have a flustered appearance on her face. After what must have been twenty minutes sitting there, the cops returned and ARRESTED our Uber driver. My guess is that he might have had a warrant out for his arrest but I never found out. The cop told us we were free to go and we began the half mile walk back to my place. Shelly had to stop every couple of minutes to hold herself but we continued walking and carrying on a conversation. The street we were walking on had no real privacy if she were to try and pee outside somewhere but she didn’t seem to complain. When we got to the parking lot of my apartment, she was a few feet in front of me and I saw the most spectacular bent over at the waist, hands rammed into her pussy, stance that I had ever seen. She let out a slight whimper as she did this and held this position for 5 seconds before continuing the walk upstairs. When we finally got inside, she dashed for the bathroom and within 3 seconds I heard her ass plop on the toilet and an absolute explosion of pee. I have never heard someone pee so loud in my life before or since, and my walls were thin so I heard everything. For about 30 seconds it sounded like a pressure hose and I heard a soft moan when the stream lessened slightly and she peed for another 30 seconds before finally tapering off. She was one of those girls who would continue to dribble out pee for a while after releasing the initial flood. In total I counted close to two minutes of peeing before she finally wiped and flushed. upon exiting the bathroom she jumped on me and we started making out and eventually having sex. I took her panties off which were the boy short type that accentuated her round ass perfectly. I felt her underwear around her pussy and it was definitely damp so I joked with her and said “ha looks like you didn’t quite make it to the toilet!” She laughed and said “nooo I’m wet because I’m turned on!” Idk which was the truth but honestly didn’t care at that point. She left the next morning and I never saw or heard from her again. I often wonder if her extreme hornyness could have been partly caused by finally releasing her overfull bladder but I may never know

So knowing there isn't much Male Omorashi. I have an idea doing so for Solid Snake. Yes. Solid Snake. It's about time we place him in a situation like this. Knowing there is already peeing IN Metal Gear, let's change it around for Snake. Let's break his barriers! He's desperate. Where is this taking place? I will (or we can) then type a few chapters! Let's have fun!

One important thing before you start reading: English isn't my first language. Apologies for any mistakes, especially when it comes to grammar and punctuation. Chapter 1 The Republic has not been at war with anyone for more than a thousand years, thought Triscol. It was only to be expected that the thought of facing one would shake it to its core. And yet… And yet the sheer amount of debate centered around a decision as simple as the creation of a common army baffled him. The Military Creation Act had been discussed for weeks already, and the end to deliberations — “deliberations”? — wasn’t anywhere in sight. Every session of the Senate looked the same: bickering, squabbles, mutual accusations, complaints, more bickering, recriminations of treason, more squabbles, some new accusations. The Senate is proving the Separatists quite right in their conclusions, he mused, even though he would never dare to say it aloud. The ineptitude of the Republic’s decision-makers was one of Count Dooku’s chief arguments, after all. But for an officer of the Senate Security Force to agree with it could be perceived as treasonous. Not that many of the senators present wouldn’t concur wholeheartedly. Some of the representatives believed that to establish a regular army, answering to no one but the Supreme Chancellor himself, would infringe on the sovereignty of the systems constituting the Republic. It would give the government the power to enforce its will against members of the federation in a way that would be unprecedented in the history of the galaxy, they claimed. Over the Galactic Senate itself, perhaps, since equipped with firepower, the executive branch of the Republic could attempt to extend its power beyond the legal limits set upon it. Not that anyone expected such from Chancellor Palpatine… but who could say that none of his successors would ever prove treacherous enough to attempt something like that? Those supporting the Act claimed these arguments to be irrelevant: some acknowledged that they may well have some merit, others disagreed — but all of them believed that the Republic needs an army to defend its very existence. The Separatists would sooner or later form their own military, they argued, one which they would use to destroy the Republic and replace it with something new, a polity of their own design. The Republic had the right and the obligation to defend itself, they pleaded, and preventive creation of a common military force was required to do so. Of course, there were also fringe opinions. Some believed that the Separatist systems had the moral right to secede from the Republic, and that the Republic had no reason to expect any aggression from them, thus making the Military Creation Act utterly unnecessary. Others concluded that a better solution would be to strengthen local security forces — planetary armies and fleets belonging to its member systems — thus providing the Republic with necessary firepower while avoiding appearing threatening to the worlds leaving the federation. Yet another group agreed that the emerging Independent Systems were a possible threat, yet thought that creating a standing military, or even enhancing regional fleets, would only exacerbate the tensions, leading to a conflict between the two. The senator of Naboo — Triscol’s charge — was firmly in that last camp. Padmé Amidala, the rising star of galactic politics, argued that the only thing the Military Creation Act would achieve would be to provoke the secessionists into a war, giving them a reason to create their own armed forces. The former queen of Naboo was one of the staunchest opponents of the Act, making her voice heard high and wide, quickly becoming the face of the more conservative faction of the Senate. Triscol grimaced. Guarding one of the most well-known politicians in the galaxy was never a pleasant duty… and it was even less pleasant than usual when this politician happened to be one Padmé Amidala Naberrie of Naboo. The stubborn young woman was not an unpleasant person herself, no. For the most part, she was friendly with her staff, generous with stipends and dispensations. What she was beside that, unfortunately, was someone who seemed to actively dislike concerning herself with matters of her own safety. Before the Senate Security Act had passed a month before, the senator was guarded by a small detachment of Naboo Security Forces — so small, in fact, that it had consisted of precisely one soldier. Triscol had once thought it to be negligence on part of the Naboo. Perhaps the former queen was less liked on her home planet that it was commonly said, he once wondered, perhaps they didn’t care much about her safety. Or maybe they were simply incompetent, however improbable that was. He was quickly forced to change this view. When the Senate Security Force took over in all matters concerning the security of the representatives, Padmé Amidala had firmly argued against most of the measures they were intending to implement. Why would she need a detachment of starfighters accompanying her on her every journey, she contested. Why a task force of guards to follow her everywhere, and another force to protect her apartments? She never had any need of being surrounded by a small army, why would she need it now? The commander of the Security Force had even appealed to Chancellor Palpatine himself to convince the young senator to allow the officers to do their duty… not that it had mattered in the end. The senator managed to get her way and limit her security to far below what Triscol considered an acceptable level. And now, when most of the senators present were surrounded by no less than four guards, not counting their aides, the senator Amidala’s floating platform carried precisely three people: the senator herself, one of her handmaidens — a girl called Moteé — and officer Triscol Ullmak, her one and only personal guard. The senator was sitting calmly in her chair, sipping some sort of drink provided by a serving droid, her attention seemingly focused on the speech delivered by one senator Mon Mothma of Bormea. Her elaborate gown was similar to the ones she wore during her time as a queen — Triscol had seen her once on the holonet, delivering a speech on issues between Naboo and some commerce cartel — though still somewhat less sophisticated. Her face wasn’t painted now as well, neither was her hair styled ornately, instead flowing loosely down her back. Her handmaiden, Moteé, wore an elaborate dress as well, even though much less so than the former queen’s. She didn’t seem to be paying much attention to the speech, quite the opposite: the girl appeared utterly bored. Triscol understood that; even he, having an interest in politics, hardly cared about the speeches anymore, not since they turned utterly predictable — and that was weeks ago. Give him the name of a senator, any name, Triscol would describe his views on the Act. If the girl cared little about the matter beforehand, listening to them all arguing was certainly a chore for her. Curiously enough, Moteé seemed also noticeably more restless than senator Amidala. While the senator sat almost motionless, only occasionally adjusting her position, Moteé seemed to be virtually squirming in her chair. Glancing at an empty glass on the table in front of her, Triscol didn’t have difficulty understanding why. A session of the Senate usually lasted between an hour and two hours, though they could get much shorter or much longer, depending on the topic. The floating platforms senators were using were just that — platforms, certainly not containing any utilities, much less a refresher. A senator could direct their platform to land and then go visit the fresher whenever they wanted, of course… but Amidala had yet to do that during his time with her, seemingly content to continue outwaiting the sessions. Her handmaiden seemed to be less capable of doing so, even during shorter sessions, often starting to act impatient whenever they passed the one hour mark. And this session had lasted more than three hours already. The difference between Amidala’s and her aide’s behavior was even more apparent considering how similar their looks were. Back when he started working with her, Triscol was somewhat surprised to notice that both the senator and all of her handmaidens looked very alike; it took him an embarrassing amount of time to determine that Amidala used her handmaidens not only to act as her aides but also as her doubles, whenever a situation arose that required it. Both Padmé and Moteé were brown-haired, both wore their hair long and loose, both were rather short and slim, both had brown eyes and similar facial features. Triscol supposed that it would be easy to mistake one for the other, especially if they swapped their gowns and made the handmaiden wear the more elaborate one. Unless, of course, someone were to compare their bladders, he snickered in his thoughts. As if reading his mind, one the serving droids flying around the hall approached their platform, emitting a string of beeps in binary. “Yes, we do, thank you. Caf, please,” said the senator. The machine beeped out something that sounded like an inquiry. “Yes, I prefer it in a mug,” was the answer. The serving droid moved closer to the table, extending one of its dispensers… then paused and vocalized a few disapproving noises. The senator’s mug was grabbed by one of the manipulators, quickly to be replaced by another, this one clean. The dispenser quickly started filling it with black caf, without sugar or blue milk. The machine seemed to be quite aware of Amidala’s preferences. Quite surprising, thought Triscol, considering that she’s a senator not much longer than five months. On the other hand, the senator did seem to be fond of caf, usually requesting a new cup immediately after finishing the previous one — seemingly often enough to catch the attention of the serving droids. Once the senator’s caf was finished, the droid turned towards Triscol, beeping a similar question towards him. “No, thank you,” he shook his head. “I thought most security officers liked caf,” said Amidala, turning her head towards him, her expression curious. “But I haven’t seen you ever drink it, not once.” “Most do,” Triscol confirmed. “But I don’t need caf to stay awake. And I don’t like the taste,” he added. The senator opened her mouth to answer, then turned towards Moteé and the serving droid, now hovering near the girl. The droid was making increasingly distressed noises. “No, thank you,” the handmaiden was saying, repeating herself. She sounded annoyed. “I know I requested it, but I’ve changed my mind, thank you.” The droid beeped, somehow managing to convey disappointment. “What did you request?” asked Amidala, raising an eyebrow. “Meiloorun juice. I asked for it to be added to the menu, yesterday,” said Moteé. Droid emitted a few accusing sounds. “I have tried it! I drank three glasses of it, I’m not thirsty anymore,” argued Moteé. “You’re making him sad,” said Amidala, laughing. “I don’t need to drink anything more, thank you,” said Moteé, a commanding note entering her voice. The serving droid seemed to get the message, turning and floating away. It did, however, pause a few meters away from them, turning around and vocalizing a few angry beeps in their direction, before finally moving to serve someone else at another platform. Droids were often allowed more leeway than organic personnel, the Galactic Senate was not an exception. The senator laughed again, before looking at Moteé for a moment. She seemed to notice how fidgety her handmaiden was and grasp the reason in short order. “If you wish, I can bring the platform down. Then we can all take a break…” started Amidala. “No, that won’t be necessary, my lady,” answered Moteé, glancing at Triscol. Her cheeks seemed to redden slightly. “As you wish,” said the senator, some amusement present in her voice. “For what it’s worth, I think this session will be over soon.” “Thank you,” said Moteé, still sounding annoyed. Triscol wasn’t nearly as certain as the senator was. The session would last until the Chancellor would decide that it’s time to for it to end — and Chancellor Palpatine tended to be rather unpredictable when it came to that. Still, three hours were already far above average, and the senator had more experience than Triscol when it came to such things. Thinking on that, the Chancellor himself didn’t seem to be present in the hall. His platform was parked at its pad, the man nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had some other matter to attend to… Or maybe he just went to visit the refresher, the officer thought, amused once again. Amidala had already shifted her attention back to the speaker — this time one of the Mon Calamari senators — casually sipping her caf, seemingly infinitely patient. Moteé, on the other hand, seemed to slowly run out of patience as the time passed. Ten minutes after the serving droid left she was incessantly tapping her foot on the floor in a fast rhythm. Thirty minutes, and she was sitting bend forward and moving her crossed legs right and left. Though at that point even the senator was sitting with her legs crossed, Triscol noted. One of the many reasons he didn’t like to drink caf was to avoid finding himself in a situation like theirs. Triscol started to wonder when — if the session wouldn’t end soon — Amidala would decide to bring the platform down and visit the refresher. If she hadn’t forgotten about her handmaiden, it would probably be sooner rather than later. If she had — which she well might had, considering that she seemed to be somehow paying attention to the discussion — then it would be when her own need would grow more dire. Force only known when that is going to happen, he thought. For the entire month he had worked with her, when he accompanied her all the time she was out of her apartments, he had not once seen her visit the refresher. For all her slim frame, the woman seemed to be equipped with a bladder noticeably above average. Probably a useful trait for a politician. Or she was maybe as shy as Moteé when it came to her bodily needs. The handmaiden, while less resistant to refusing the nature’s call than the senator, was usually very unwilling to openly admit her urge to relieve herself, even if she was outright desperate… like today. She often tried to catch the senator’s attention, obviously hoping for Amidala to notice her state — but she had never asked for a leave to go up front. And whenever she had noticed that Triscol was aware of her predicament, her cheeks turned red and she averted her eyes. The officer wondered whether Naboo had some sort of cultural taboo regarding these matters. He became curious what it would take for Moteé to break it. Or for the senator herself, a voice whispered in the back of his mind. Triscol glanced casually at the handmaiden, watching her for a moment. The girl certainly did seem to be at the end of her tether. Rocking back and forth in her seat, she was biting her lip and seemingly not paying the slightest bit attention to anything else than keeping her pee inside her body. Her face was tense and her legs were double-crossed, her dress clinging tightly to her sweating body. The officer quickly averted his eyes, forcing himself to hope that the session would end soon, for the handmaiden’s sake. Surprisingly, it actually did. Chancellor Palpatine had seemingly returned to the hall, as his platform was slowly rising above the floor and moving towards the center of the hall. The current speaker seemed to notice that, as he paused in the middle of his speech. It took only a minute for the platform to reach its place by the ceiling. “Honored senators! Citizens of the galaxy!” the Chancellor’s voice reverberated, artificially amplified. “The issues and problems that have been discussed at this session of the Galactic Senate are of importance. They are vital to the well-being of the Republic and peace within it. In some of those matters we have achieved consensus, in others, different views battle still. The day has been trying and long for all of us. Let us continue our work tomorrow, after rest clears our minds and reconciles feuding spirits. I hereby declare this session of the Galactic Senate to be closed!” A short — if unexpectedly enthusiastic — applause sounded around the hall. The announcement was surprisingly brief, Triscol observed as their platform slowly started to float towards the ground, atypically brief for Palpatine’s style. Still, it was not his business to analyze the Supreme Chancellor’s decisions, he thought, picking up his things from the table and raising from his chair. The senator was doing the same, with the help of her handmaiden- Well, maybe without her help, Triskol corrected himself. Moteé didn’t seem interested in assisting Amidala. Instead, she was standing by the gate of the platform, her legs pressed tightly against each other, her hands on her thighs, a layer of sweat covering her face. The officer was somewhat used to seeing her when the girl was clearly needing to pee, but that… that certainly was an entirely another level. The girl didn’t look as if she was just desperate to relieve herself, she looked as if she was on the verge of wetting herself where she stood. “Well, today’s done,” said Amidala, picking up her datapad and glancing at Triskol. “Well, not exactly done, there’s still dinner with senator Bel Iblis at seven — but mostly done. At last,” she said, then sighed. The senator passed Moteé by without looking at her, then opened the gate and left the platform, directing her steps to the door of the hall. Triskol knew he ought to follow her immediately… and yet he chose to indicate for the handmaiden to go before him, feeling that she might well not have even notice Amidala leaving. A well-justified feeling, considering that he had to repeat the gesture before she had noticed it, glancing at him for a second, then quickly looking around, her face as red as a tomato. She did quickly move out of the platform, half-walking, half-running in the senator’s trail, with the officer following after them. Moteé had slowed down as she caught up to the senator, changing her half-run into a strange, fast gait composed of small steps. She kept her legs close together while walking, rubbing them against each other with every step, her hands still pressed tightly against her thighs. She wasn’t talking with either of the companions, which was quite unusual for her — most of the time, the handmaiden started chatting with the senator immediately after the Senate’s session had ended. Amidala didn’t seem to be concerned about the unusual silence, perhaps not even noticing it — she certainly did look as if she was lost in her thoughts. That, on the other hand, was increasingly common for her: with every session the Senate looking the same, the senator seemed to grow angrier with the direction the discussion seemed to be taking. She didn’t seem intent on talking with either of her companions as well, paying little attention to them, to Moteé’s presumed chagrin. Triscol wondered if she was going to break the (possible) taboo and ask the senator for a leave to visit the refresher. Or maybe she was going to try and hold it longer, until they reached Amidala’s apartments in the Senate Apartment Complex? He wondered whether she was even capable of doing the latter. And yet… and yet there was a tinge of excitement he felt at the thought of the pretty girl deciding to hold it longer, defying her bladder and her desperate need. Then the group had passed the doors to the refreshers on their way to the exit, and Moteé hadn’t said a single word about needing to visit one. She did slow down, she did turn her head in the direction of the refreshers, she did press her hands even more tightly against her thighs… but then she had walked past them, without saying anything. Clearly, Moteé did intend to suffer through thirty or more minutes of travel to the senator’s apartments. She must be amazingly determined not to be upfront about that, thought Triscol. And then a thought occurred to him: was it just because she didn’t want to mention her need to Amidala… or perhaps because she didn’t want to mention it while he was in the hearing range? “Senator Amidala,” a voice called from behind them, interrupting his musings. The senator and Triscol both turned around, Moteé noticeably slower to react. Hurrying after them was a young man, bearded, clearly breathless. “Senator Bel Iblis,” said Amidala, smiling at the man. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “I’m here merely to pass you an invitation from the Chancellor,” the man said. “He urges you to meet him in his office, as soon as convenient.” Amidala frowned. “Is it about the Military Creation Act?” she asked, though it sounded like a rhetorical question. “I haven’t got the slightest what it’s about, senator,” Bel Iblis said, shrugging. “The Chancellor has seen fit to use me in a role of an errand boy, nothing more.” “Maybe the matter is genuinely urgent,” she commented. “I’m on my way, thank you for notifying me.” “My pleasure,” Bel Iblis bowed. He stared at Moteé for a moment, his brows furrowing, before shrugging and walking away. “And so it seems our day’s not over yet,” said Amidala, sighing. “Moteé, do you know where are my-” She paused. “Moteé?” Moteé was standing with her legs crossed, her hands by her sides, still desperately digging into her thighs. Her expression was strikingly tense, beads of sweat dripping from her face and disappearing in her cleavage. She was biting her lip and seemed to be barely paying attention to anything going on around her. Amidala kept looking at the girl, her eyes widening slowly. “Oh, dear,” said Amidala, “I think I won’t require your presence at the meeting with the Chancellor. Feel free to spend your time as you wish, wait for us at the lobby,” she continued. “Of — of course, your highness,” Moteé stuttered, turning around and breaking into a run in the direction of the freshers. “By the Force!” the senator muttered under her breath, her face growing red. Have I been right about the taboo?, wondered Triscol. “Well, we ought to be on our way,” the senator said loudly, raising her head and walking in the direction of the closest turbolift. After a few steps, she paused. “Though I’m not sure your presence is required either, officer?” she half-asked, half-stated, her voice hesitant. “I have no issue with accompanying you, senator,” Triscol said plainly. “Of course not,” said the senator, blushing slightly. The journey to the topmost floor of the building took them a few minutes — the Senate Rotunda was by no means a small building, even in the titanic scale of Coruscant. The Chancellor’s office was located at the apex of the dome, directly above the Senate Chamber. The receptionist at the lobby was seemingly expecting them, as they were invited into the office without any further delay: an utterly strange thing, in Triscol’s experience. He had never before visited the Supreme Chancellor’s office; he had, however, often visited offices of various senators, accompanying numerous officials he had been charged to protect throughout his career. He and his charges were almost always required to wait at least a few minutes before being allowed to enter. It seemed to be a custom in the politics of the capital to have the visitors linger in the foyer for some time. Chancellor Palpatine either wasn’t aware of it or was consciously ignoring it. The office itself was round, with its walls painted dark red, empty of any decorations and adornments. There were only a few pieces of the furniture present: a long plasteel table in the middle of the room, a set of comfortable chairs in front of it, a single — and simple — chair behind it, in that chair — the Chancellor himself. Sheev Palpatine was not a young man by any measure. His grey hair was kept short and tidy, his beard cleanly shaven, his face lined with wrinkles. Triscol didn’t know the Chancellor very well — he had seen him a few times, some of them even up close, but he had never spent any longer amount of time in his presence. He knew him better by his reputation: that of an honest man, trustworthy, dedicated to his job, loyal to the Republic and protective of it — in a word, a more than welcome replacement for the previous Chancellor, Finis Valorum. Padmé Amidala seemed to be more familiar with the man, judging from a genuine smile she greeted him with. Not a surprise, thought Triscol, both of them hail from Naboo. Wasn’t Palpatine the sector’s senator before Amidala? “Chancellor Palpatine,” she said, nodding to him. “Senator Padmé,” the Chancellor said, raising from his seat, gesturing the senator to one of the chairs at the other side of the table. No such gesture for Triscol; the officer guessed that he was meant to remain standing. He took his place by the door of the room. “I have received grave news from Alderaan,” said Palpatine, sitting back, “A riot has happened, in front of the local liaison’s office on the planet. It is happening in this very moment, in fact.” “A riot?” echoed Amidala, sounding confused. “Proclaiming secession from the Republic,” said Palpatine gravely. “But…” started Amidala. “I wasn’t aware that there were any Separatist tendencies in any of the Core worlds.” “Neither was I, neither was I,” said Palpatine. “Senator Organa has already left for Alderaan, both to investigate the situation and to attempt to defuse the tensions. It occurred to me that you would be able to assist him in both of these tasks — if you’re willing to, of course.” “I am,” said Amidala. “I’ve visited Alderaan many times before, though more often as queen than as a senator. I’ve known both Bail Organa and Queen Breha for many years. If I can help in stopping violence from occurring, I certainly will.” “Excellent”, said Palpatine, a genuine smile appearing on his face. “If you will allow me to arrange for transportation…” “I have a J-type cruiser with me on Coruscant,” Amidala said. “I can have it ready to launch in three hours, I think.” “Three hours is too long,” said Palpatine firmly. “Not to mention that the journey would take almost twelve hours on a J-type, if my memory serves. I believe I can find something more up to the task, if you’ll allow me.” He continued scrolling on his datapad. “Supreme Chancellor, if I may…” began Triscol, stepping forward from his place by the door. “Ah! An YT-2400 freighter, Chipper, is scheduled to launch in half an hour, from the Docking Bay 84. It’s chartered by the Senate for a transport of… Tibanna gas, according to the manifest. It’s also equipped with a modified hyperdrive, allowing it to make the journey in less than eight hours. Though the conditions might not be fit for a senator, I think. If you prefer your own ship…” “The conditions won’t be an issue,” said the senator. “Time very much is.” “Senator, traveling onboard an unarmed freighter isn’t safe,” insisted Triscol. “Nonsense,” said Palpatine. “Even in these troubled times, the Core remains perfectly safe for interstellar travel.” “The Chancellor is correct,” agreed Amidala. “We’re far from any worlds controlled by the Separatists. There will be no danger to me, not while we’re in space.” “Separatists aren’t the only threat”, said Triscol. “There are also pirates and slavers. Not to mention any personal enemies who would wish you harm, senator.” “Pirate attacks are almost unheard of in this part of the galaxy,” said Amidala, a commanding tone entering her voice. “I thank you for your opinion, officer, but I’ve made my decision already.” Triscol hesitated for a moment, then nodded, moving back a few steps. “Thank you, senator,” said Palpatine, relief evident in his voice. “It’s always a pleasure to work with someone as dedicated as you are. I will communicate with the captain and ask him to wait for you.” “No need — we can make it in time, easily. Just inform him that we’ll be joining him” said Amidala, getting up from her chair. “Though we shouldn’t tarry. If that’s all, we will be on our way.” “Again, I thank you,” said Palpatine, standing up as well. “Have a pleasant journey, senator.” Triscol joined Amidala on her way out. “Half an hour might not be enough to get to the Spaceport,” he told her. “We will get there in time,” the senator said. “An airspeeder will take no more than twenty minutes. We just need to collect Moteé and we will be on our way.” They got back to the ground floor and entered the lobby, where the handmaiden was waiting for them. Her face was still noticeably redder than usual, yet her expression and posture weren’t anywhere as tense as they were before, Triscol observed. “A change of plans,” Amidala told her, “We’re going to Alderaan, our ship launches in thirty minutes.” The group left the building through the main exit, directing their steps to the airspeeder stands nearby. Author's Note Yes, the refreshers on that ship are going to be broken. But that will be in the next chapter. Which I will finish and publish Force knows when. Currently have just 600 words of it written, out of expected seven thousand. (I plan to have five chapters total, in case anyone's curious.)

The First Date Jadian and Nico stood together at Jadian’s locker talking and holding each other’s hands. They were talking about the movie they were going to see together after school, just the two of them, so a first date. They were going to see Avengers Endgame, the new and last avengers. Jadian was excited, with the movie being long(3h 2m) it was a perfect time for a hold. Ever since his last accident and getting together with Nico, Nico would make sure Jadian went to the bathroom every chance he got so he wouldn’t have another accident. While Jadian loved Nico and didn’t want to have another accident he missed his holds. Even though holding was fun, Jadian hated having accidents. He never planned one but unfortunately, they happen a lot. That's why today, even though he planned a hold he was wearing light blue ripped jeans. He was well aware if his hold turned out in an accident it would be painfully obvious. He should have worn black pants like Nico just in case, but he hoped that since the light blue ripped jeans would show his accident obviously it would scare him out of having an accident. Jadian also was wearing white briefs. He normally didn't wear briefs before but ever since his last accident, when Nico gave him his briefs, he loved them. He even went out and bought a pack which is why he's wearing white briefs right now when Nico’s were black. Jadian also knew his white briefs would show an accident painfully obvious if he had one, but that wasn't a plan so he didn't care. “We should go do the bathroom first” Nico said. This woke Jadian up from a daydream he was having about his hold. Jadian likes Nico but since he hasn’t seen most of the Avengers movies, Nico was telling him all about them. ”Sorry, what?” Jadian asked. Nico looked at Jadian with a caring look and put his hand on Jadian’s shoulder, ”I don't want you to have another accident, so let's go to the bathroom”. Jadian nodded and they both walked, hand in hand to the bathroom. When they got to the bathroom they both went in. Both stalls where taken so Jadian and Nico had to both use the urinals. Jadian turned around to see Nico already peeing and walk over to the urinal next to him. Jadian pulled out his junk and started to pee. He turned red when he noticed Nico looking over at him. Nico leaned over and whispered in Jadian’s ear ”so you liked my briefs that much, you bought your own?!”. They both laughed as Jadian looked and saw the Nico was wearing light blue briefs. Once Jadian and Nico were done they both washed their hands and exited the bathroom. They then walked out to their school’s parking lot to find Nico’s car. Even though Jadian was older than Nico by a few months, he still couldn't drive yet. As they walked they talked about their upcoming date. They found Nico’s car, an old silver civic with black cloth interior. Jadian and Nico both got in and made their way to the movie theater. On the way, they talked about how they thought the movie could end. After both had said their theory on the ending, they moved on to talking about upcoming Basketball games. Nico was careful not to mention Jadian’s accident as he was not sure how he would react. After about 45 minutes they arrived at the theater. They both got out and walked hand in hand to the movie theater. Nico even held the door open for his boyfriend, Jadian. Once inside the scanned their tickets in and went to buy concessions. They were lucky as the concession line was empty for a Friday night, it looked like it was a smart move to buy the tickets for right after school. When they got to the front Nico order a medium coke and a medium popcorn as he knew the movie was long and he didn't want to have any bathroom breaks and miss the movie. However, Jadian was ready for his hold and ordered an extra-large diet coke and a large popcorn. ”Are you sure, Jadian, it's a really long movie?” Nico said as he put a hand on Jadian’s shoulder. ”I’ll be fine, Nico” Jadian snapped. Nico was hurt and removed his hand but he understood why Jadian snapped, he knew what he was doing. They got their concessions and went to find there theater and seats. They were in theater number seven and in the very back row. As they claimed the stairs to their seats they looked around and saw that the theater was practically full, they even had to scoot by people to get to their seats. As they took there seats the movie started, and Jadian’s hand found its way into Nico’s. Jadian and Nico watched the movie intensely as it started. Jadian crossed his legs at first but I crossed them soon after. Nico noticed this and was glad to see him uncross them as he probably didn't have to pee. The movie was going fine with Jadian as his bladder didn't show any need yet but they still had a long whole to go. Half an hour into the movie and Jadian found the movie more interesting then he thought he would, and before he knew it half his drink and popcorn was gone. He was already starting to have to pee so Jadian slowed down on the popcorn and soda and crossed his legs just in case. Nico noticed this and hoped Jadian didn't have to do what he thought he had to, so much for his earlier thought. Jadian tried to focus on the movie and I worked for another hour but as he finished his coke he was brought back to reality. Jadian’s bladder was starting to get uncomfortable and he looked over at Nico to ask how much longer. ”Over an hour left” Nico whispered onto Jadian’s ear ”you don't have to go to the bathroom, do you”? Jadian turned red and said ”No!” as he turned back in his seat. As he was turning he saw Nico had also finished his soda and popcorn. Jadian knew he should stop drinking but he got super thirsty and finished his soda. Nico hear him finish it and looked at Jadian with a concerned look wondering how he didn't have to pee, he got a bigger soda then him and Nico was starting to have to pee he couldn't imagine Jadian’s and on top of the Nico was slightly taller then Jadian so his bladder was probably bigger. After 20 more minutes, Jadian was really starting to feel his bladder. He tried to focus on the movie but he had to pee so bad he couldn't. He crossed his legs tighter determined not to have an accident and hold it till the movie ended. But that seemed almost impossible after five minutes when a wave of desperation hit him. He started squirming in his seat, Nico noticed but decided to not say anything about it as he remembered how Jadian snapped on him about the extra-large soda. Jadian managed not to leak and hold it for the next 45 minutes. With about 20 minutes left(according to Nico) Jadian was starting to think he could do this. Unfortunately, this didn't last for long as another wave hit him and this time he leaked a little. He could tell his jeans were fine and only his briefs were now wet. Jadian put a hand in his lap and secretly held himself. As he likes holding he was pretty good at secretly holding himself. He watched as the heroes won but at a huge cost. He couldn't help but to think of the cost he might have to pay soon. He was on the edge of bursting and was about to have an accident but he was still determined to hold it till the movie ended. Nico was amazed, Jadian almost made it. Nico was sure Jadian had to pee and just wouldn't say anything due to all his squirming and crossing his legs. At one point Nico even noticed Jadian holding himself, Jadian probably thought no one saw but Nico saw it clearly, even though they just started dating, Nico knew his boyfriend. The movie ended and Jadian jumped up out of his seat before the lights even turned on. Jadian was glad the lights were still off as his bladder wasn't read for the sudden movement and leaked. He had to grab himself and bend over to stop it. The lights turned on forcing Jadian to stand normally. To his horror, Nico pulled him back into his seat and said:” There might be something after the credits, these movies usually do that”. Jadian let out a groan but he crossed his legs tightly and waited. Jadian managed to hold it but was mad to see noting came. The good thing about waiting though was almost everyone left. Jadian and Nico made their way out, Jadian was trying not to hold himself but his bladder was making it hard not to. As they exited the theater Jadian felt another leak and then another. Jadian was losing the battle. Luckily the bathroom was near their theater and Jadian made a beeline for it leaving Nico behind and not caring what he thought. Nico followed Jadian into the bathroom smiling, knowing he was right earlier. As Jadian entered the bathroom he felt a big squirt of pee escape. He ran into the first stall he saw and slammed the door. He looked down at his light blue ripped jeans and saw a baseball size wet spot against his crotch. He couldn't stand still as he went to remove his pants. He made his way to the zipper but with it being wet with pee Jadian couldn't get a grip on it. ”No, NO” jadian thought as he fought with his zipper. He finally got it but when he went to pull it down nothing, it was stuck. Jadian looked in horror, ”No, you got to be kidding me” he thought. He tried again and nothing. Tears began to fall as his bladder finally had enough and he lost the battle. Pee flowed out of him with a soft hiss, soaking his white briefs and light blue ripped jeans. He watched as his jeans darken and pee ran down his legs, shining against his tan skin, from the rips in his jeans. He felt a pee soaked his socks and shoes and also ran into his shoes. Making a huge pee puddle on the floor at his feet. He heard a soft knock at the door, then heard Nico ask ”can I come in?”. Jadian opened the door and let his boyfriend in. Nico hated seeing Jadian crying as he peed his pants. Nico was well aware Jadian was still peeing as he still heard a soft hiss. After Jadian finished Nico grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his huge pee puddle and hugged him. Jadian sobbed into his boyfriend's shoulders in wet pants. After a while, Jadian cried all the tears he had and Nico said ”come on, let's go to my car”. Jadian nodded and followed his boyfriend, Nico. ”I don't have a change of clothes with me so you have to stay wet till we get home, unfortunately”. Jadian knew this already and just nodded. His was right as his light blue ripped jeans showed his accident painfully obviously. People kept staring but Nico made sure no one said anything. They got to Nico’s car and Nico helped Jadian in. Once Jadian was all in, Nico closed his door and walked over to his side and got in. Nico noticed Jadian was crying again so he said ”its okay, accidents happen”. Jadian nodded and just looked out his window as Nico drove away. It was a good first date till it peed myself Jadian thought, if only he could read Nico’s mind and see Nico really loved that first date. They drove home in silence(Jadian wasn't up for talking). Even though Nico obviously knew Jadian peed his pants, Jadian made sure to keep his legs crossed to hide the wetness as much as possible. Nico turned to Jadian at a red light and said,”Jadian, its okay, accidents happen to everyone”. Jadian finally looked very from the window but not quite at Nico’s eyes ”not to 18 year olds and as much at they happen to me”. Nico didn't know what to say to this so he just gave Jadian a hug, it worked before Nico thought. Jadian’s jeans started to get cold and itchy. He had to uncross his legs and change position, even though he didn't want to, his peed in jeans and briefs left him no choice. Nico looked at Jadian’s jeans to see how bad the mess was since he never looked before, he was to focus on making sure his boyfriend was okay, and Nico was surprised at how soaked Jadian’s light blue ripped jeans were. Jadian must have really had to pee by how soaked his jeans were, Nico could even see pee glistening against Jadian’s tan skin through the rips in his jeans. When they got to Nico’s house(Jadian didn't want his parents to see his peed in jeans, so Nico took him to his house) Nico was glad to see that his parents were gone so they will be home alone. Nico told Jadian to stay in the car while he got out of the car and went over to Jadian’s side. He opened Jadian’s door and handed him a towel for him to rap around his light blue ripped jeans so no neighbour saw. Jadian did what he was told and got out of the car and headed into Nico’s garage. Nico looked at Jadian’s seat when he got up, and sure enough he saw Jadian’s peed in pants made a wet spot on his car’s black cloth seat. Nico wasn't worried about it though as I would dry. so he closed the car door and headed inside with Jadian. Once inside Nico and Jadian headed to the bathroom so Jadian could shower. Nico helped Jadian undress, and when he got Jadian’s peed in light blue ripped jeans off, Nico couldn't help but to stare at Jadian in his wet white briefs. The wet white came almost see through, and Nico could almost see Jadian’s dick. Jadian smiled as he could tell Nico was hard and finished undressing. Jadian got in the shower and Nico want to follow but he stayed back as they were still new to this relationship. Nico picked up Jadian’s peed in clothes and put them into the wash. He then layed on his bed scrolling through Facebook waiting for Jadian. Jadian finished and got out of the shower and headed to find Nico. When Jadian found Nico, Nico went to his closet and handed Jadian some clothes. This time it was light blue briefs, gray gym shorts, and a black t-shirt. When Jadian got dressed, they both crawled on Nico’s bed and cuddled. ”I’m keeping these breifs” Jadian said to Nico. ”I expected you would” Nico said as they both fell asleep in each others arms.

Posted this to Tumblr a few weeks ago, figured it'd fit here too. All the characters are 18+ and anthro. --- "Mmm..." A single claw grazed across Celestia's midsection, rousing her from her sleep. Cobwebs and grogginess slowed her consciousness but the gears in her head began to turn. She turned over onto her back, the silky blanket tickling her skin. The room was covered in darkness, shadows cast from the moonlight shining through the bedroom window at the other side of the room. Soon enough, she would have to start her day and raise the sun. "Morning, Celly." Though, she still had some time. She glanced over, Discord laying on the other side of the bed. With a sly grin, her dragged the claw gently across her ribs, running back down to her thigh. She stifled a giggle, pressing her knees together. "Don't do that." "Why not?" His claw moved up her pelvis, stopping perfectly on top of her bladder. "It couldn't be because of this little thing, could it?" He pressed down on it gently, sending a dose of desperation through her. Her bladder was firm, pushing outwards an inch or two. She hadn't peed in two days. Somehow, Discord had managed to talk her into it, the mad man! "Of course not." She separated her knees, trying not to let the sheets move too much. "Would you like to be tickled the first thing when you wake up?" "Depends on the one doing it." He snickered. Celestia rolled her eyes, shuffling to sit up in her bed. Her nightgown pulled down as she moved up, the straps on her back becoming tight and the fabric around her bladder and breasts becoming tighter. She felt a rather strong urge, but she tried her best not to show it, only allowing herself a moment or two of squirming before she corrected the issue. "So," He sat up with her, wearing a white tank top of red boxers with white stripes. "How much longer do you think you can last?" Discord questioned. "Don't get me wrong- as much as I'd love to see that little bulge of yours get larger... Won't it interfere with things? Royal mumbo-jumbo and whatnot?" "It won't." Celestia stated. "Besides, it'd be more fun for the both of us if it did, wouldn't it? Who cares?" "You do have a point..." He grinned. "Is that a hint of rebelliousness I sense in little Mrs. Goodie Two-shoes?" "I'm getting it from you." She leaned over, planting a quick kiss on his cheek before she stood up. Her thighs pressed together almost immediately as the liquid in her bladder sloshed and squished around, instantly regretting her decision to stand up so fast. Discord chuckled at the sight. "Seems like that bladder isn't as strong as you let on. Maybe you won't be able to last as long as I tell you to." Her head shot back towards him, staring a hole through him. "It was a moment of weakness, nothing more!" Discord grinned. "Well, I suppose I should be getting back to Flutters' now." He stood up, grabbing his pair of jeans at the foot of the bed and pulling them on. "Same time tonight?" Celestia turned around. "You know it." Discord nodded. "Oh- almost forgot," He turned back to her, snapping his fingers. A full pot of tea sat on the carpet in front of Celestia's bare feet, with a small tea cup beside it, summoned by his draconequus magic. "Don't worry about cleaning it up, it'll disappear once you've finished it." He turned back around. "See you tonight, C!" In the blink of an eye. Discord had disappeared. Celestia bent down, picking the pot by the handle, swishing it around. It was full, right to the brim. At least I don't have to brew my own this morning... She rolled her eyes, grabbing the cup and pouring into it. Celestia walked over to the darkened part of the room, feeling around for her closet. After a few moments, her blind hands managed to find the familiar wooden doorknob. She sat the pot down, opening her closet. Per usual, she had already prepared her outfit the night beforehand. She pulled out a white dress and a small brown belt with a golden belt buckle. Lulu's probably tired by now, I probably shouldn't waste time. She tipped her head back and chugged the rest of the tea in her cup, setting it to the side. Celestia quickly pulled the the dress over her head, slipping her arms through the open straps, showing off her shoulders and collar. The dress went down a inch or two below her knees. As adventurous as she had become with Discord, she still didn't want to run the risk of a subject seeing her in such a state. Next, she grabbed hold of the belt, pulling it around her back and tightening it over her bladder. She winced slightly, her thighs pressing together for moment before she regained control. Mm, he is going to love this! She turned around, bending down to grab her socks and shoes. The buckle pressed into her bladder hard, giving her a jolt of pleasure and desperation. All that tea and water is sloshing around... But it won't be coming out. Not for a while. She bit her lip, the thought exciting her so much! I'll be good for Discord. I can wait until he let's me go. She slipped on a pair of socks and some small heels. Nothing major- perhaps a half inch or so. She closed her closet, feeling around the top of it. Eventually, she got her hands on to a small, handheld mirror. She checked face and hair, still as perfect as the day before. Just need to get through to tonight. My bladder can handle it. Celestia grabbed the pot and the cup before she headed towards the door, ready to start her day.

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.

Zach woke up bright and early and basically jumped out of bed. He thought he hurt something in his right leg but he didn’t care and it seemed okay. He was excited because he was spending the weekend camping with his two best friends; Mike and Josh and not only that but with the guy he had a secret crush on, Teagan. As Zach packed he couldn’t help but to think about his trip and of course Teagan. Smiling to himself he finished packing and went to take a hot shower. Turning on the water to H, for hot, Zach noticed he need to pee. So as the water heated he used the toilet. After he finished peeing the water was okay so he got in the shower.  Once in the shower Zach tried his best to enjoy it since he wasn't sure if this camp had good showers. While he was in the shower he got a text from Mike saying Josh and Teagan as well as himself were ready to go and just waiting on him. Zach didn’t see the text from Mike till he got out of the shower. Not wanting to make his friends wait he hurried up and got ready. He throw on some boxers with a clean pair of jeans with a belt and went to find a shirt. As he put on a shirt he texted Mike that he was ready. Not even 10 minutes have passed since he texted Mike that he was ready he heard Mikes car pull in his drive way. Hurrying up he grabbed his bag and ran outside to met Mike. Luckily for him once he got outside he saw Mike and Josh in the front so that meant he got to sit in the back with Teagan.  As he got in the car he felt his leg hurt but ignored saying hello to Teagan with a smile. As he got in he also said hi to Mike and Josh while he got his seat belt on. As Zach got settled they backed out and were off. Mike was driving so he got to pick where they stopped so it surprised them all when Mike pulled into Starbucks. They all got Fraps as none of them liked coffee. They all got Vetnis(The largest size) Double Chocolate Chip. Right as they finished their drinks Mike pulled into there campsite. They all got out and helped unload the car. Once everything was out they decided to set up the tents but first they had to decided who was sleeping with who since they only had two tents. They decided they would sleep with who was besides them in the car. That was awesome for Zach as he was by Teagan so that meant Teagan and himself was sharing a tent. Zach grabbed the rent with Teagan and found a nice area under a tree to set it up. Teagan and Zach began setting up the tent when Zach felt his leg hurt again. He ignored it again and focused on the tent but when he knelt down he felt something snap in his leg and he cried out in pain. Teagan, Mike, and Josh hurried over to see what was wrong. They found Zechariah on the ground clutching his right leg. All of the asked him what was wrong at the same time but Zach was in to much pain to answer. After a while Zach tried to get up with the help of his friend thinking he would just walk it off. Nope, he just fell back to the ground. Not sure what to do they all carried Zach to a nearby table laying him down on it. After they done so they all talked about what they should do and decided they would stay the night since it was getting late and see how Zach felt in the morning. After they decided they went to finish the tents. While they did that Zach fell asleep on the table. After a while Zach woke up at first everything seemed fine but he soon realized he had to pee and bad. He tried to get up but his leg was still no good so he called his friends. No response. Zach thought to himself where were they? And why did they leave him? Right then he heard a tent open and saw Teagan get out of their tent. He came over asking how was his leg. Zach replied not great. He then asked Teagan to help him to the bathroom since he really had to pee. Teagan wasn't sure if he could carry Zach on his own so he want to wait for Mike and Josh but Zach said he really had to go. So Teagan started to carry Zach on his own. It was easier then he thought but he had to go slow. Zach told Teagan to hurry or he would wet himself he had to go so bad. Teagan went as fast as he could as Zach looked as desperate as he said holding himself though his light jeans. Finally they got to the bathroom to see Mike waiting outside. When he saw Teagan and Zach he ran over to them. Seeing Zach he realized he must have to pee and bad. Unfortunately, there was only one toilet and Josh was using it. Zach had to wait. He could barley hold it but he couldn’t wet himself in front of Mike and epically in front of Teagan. Zach felt a leake and hold himself even tighter.  Finally Josh came out and Zach was free to go in. Teagan helped him in but as he went to leave Zach asked him to help undo his jeans and belt. Heisting Teagan agreed knowing he might see Zech exposed but he want to help a friend. Teagan walk over to Zach and undo his belt for him. But when he went for the jeans he couldn’t get the zipper down. Zach told him to hurry as in a second he would wet himself. Unfortunately, Teagan had no luck and Zach was right. What started as a leak turned into a steady flow which turned into a dam breaking. Zach stuttered T...T...Teagan it’s happing. Shocked at this Teagan remove his hands as he watched his friend wet himself in front of him. The pee ran down Zach’s legs making a huge pee puddle on the ground. Teagan unfortunately, had to stand in the puddle hold Zach up. All Zach could do was stand there Wetting himself. It felt so good since Zach had to go so bad. After what felt like a hour Zach’s bladder was empty. Zach apologized to Teagan but Teagan said it was okay. Beside Teagan thought to himself Zach looked cute peeing himself. Tegan helped Zach out and Mike and Josh were waiting outside. They were shocked to see Zach didn’t make it. Josh apologized for taking so long in the bathroom. Zach just nodded and said nothing. Back at camp Mike and Josh went in there tent after saying good night to Teagan and Zach. Teagan helped Zach to the tent and once there helped him inside. Once inside Teagan felt his heartbeat go faster and faster. He closed the door and kissed Zach on the cheek.

Once i went with a group of girls and boys to a city festival . We did leave early in the morning, because we had to go 2 hours by train to the city. We stayed all day long and had much fun. Late at evening said one of the girls that we had to stop at a Mc Donald’s, because her girlfriend- one of the girls in our group, a very shy girl-is needing to wee. The two girls went in and we were waiting outside. Not even 30 seconds, the girls were back on the street. ”No way, the line is to long for to wait, we have to catch our train “ said the girl. ”She should go at the train station, because there would be no toilet in the train “ said one of the boys. ”That will be really necessary, she is needing to wee since hours, she did not go all day long “ said the girl. She was the only one in our group, who was not at the loo. I was hard at the moment! At the station there was again a long line in front of the girls. She was needing to go so bad, but our train was leaving, there was no time for her to wee. I did love that, it was so arousing for me to see her fight, with all her power against her unbearable urge. Our final station was a small station and there was no loo, still no wee for her, but she was over her limit. She did not pee since at home and she did drink all day, her bladder was full to explode, the girl could not hold it anymore. As soon as we were out from the station, she squatted between the cars and pissed for eternity. Her bladder must have been stretched to the size of a melon. This girl was not my favorite girl in this group, but as soon as i did know that she did not wee all day long, that she was needing to go since hours and that her bladder was full to burst, she was the sexiest girl in the world for me. I could not think anything else then on her full bladder and her strong and painful need to wee. My eyes was on and between her crossed legs and on her swollen belly. Now i ask you, becomes a girl sexier when she needs to wee, when she gets desperate, when she cross her legs to be able to hold it in? Is a girl more arousing for boys when she is holding a bursting full bladder in her belly? If her bladder is swollen and bulging? Why are boys gets turned on if they know that a girl would need to go but she has to hold it? Why does girls desperate to pee makes boys horny? For me is it like you turn a switch, if a girl tells me that she has to wee really bad, I get hard at the moment. Some girls know that, they hold their pee, just to make boys horny.

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 Redhead desperate to pee while busy with cat and blanket A young woman is in her garden playing with a cat and a blanket. She wears green shorts and reveals some signs of pee desperation. Suddenly she pees herself. No nudity. Submitter wether Submitted 04/12/2020 Category Female  

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?

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!!!