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  1. Hi! I have recently created two interactive pee holding challenges, I thought some of you might like them ;) So the main difference to many others you can find online is that they are using flash player to control the flow of the challenge, so that you cannot skip tasks or do them quicker than a specified time :) And you don't know what is going to be the next one ;) Here are the links (they are hosted on the website called milovana.com, they have this specific software that allows to make these flash 'teases' as they call them there): 1. Pee Holding Challenge this one is pretty straightforward, but it is not easy to finish! 2. Pee Holding Adventure: London this is a harder one, it has more than 50 scenes you may go through and a rather windy storyline, so in principle you might get to the toilet very quick or it may take you ages ;) It all depends on your choices and luck! I hope you will enjoy these! JJ
  2. Hello everyone. I know it's been quite a while since i last posted and feel like I've drifted away from this community in terms of actively posting new topics and story's or just talking to people in general. I'm on here every day just reading or watching I'm from here on out I'm gonna change that. So what's everyone's favourite situation to be in in terms of pee desperation or wetting? mines is being stuck in a traffic jam or road trip. even tho it's only happened once (one of my old posts) it's still my favourite situations to be in. Also I'll be posting in the next 24 hours about me as a person as I've never really talked or put my self out there and think it's about time. Starting next week I'll be posting 1 topic per week at minimum as well so looking forward to that 🙂
  3. So I have half the day to myself tomorrow so I want people to come up with idea to make me have an accident or at very least a last minute dash to the loo, I'll check in here when I get home but I want anyone to get involved go wild with your ideas.
  4. Hello everyone , Tomorrow I want to hold my piss until I lose it. But I want some ideas of making it more enjoyable ; what I usually do is strip to my briefs watch pee porn of desperate people, I keep drinking a lot of water and coke , I listen to the running sound of water (but this is ineffective to me ) , and after I lose it I masturbate until I cum so hard. What other ideas do you people suggest?
  5. its been a while since ive posted I know but thought id bring you this. its my favourite video of all time. was removed from the only site it was on years ago and found it today buried in the back of my folders !!!ENJOY!!! tights.m4v
  6. holditin

    A Policewoman Piss

    Collie Winters walked into the Newport County Police Station one July afternoon, ready for her first day at her new job. Months of training had been successfully completed, and Collie was ready to become the newest member of the Newport County Police Department. All she had to do was fill out a few pieces of formal paperwork tonight, and tomorrow her on the job training would begin! She strode up to the front desk to introduce herself, but just then a buxom female cop came out from a back room and began talking to the receptionist behind that very desk. “Another day at the office finally done!” the cop told the receptionist, “And not a moment too soon. I’ve been bursting for the pot for hours now.” The receptionist nodded, “I can tell Bev! Looks like you’re about to spring a leak!” She pointed to the woman officer’s lower abdomen, where a distinct bladder bulge could be seen peeking out over the top of her tight black uniform pants. Collie Winters couldn’t help but stare as she saw that bulge. A closeted lesbian, as well as a girl with a very big bladder fetish, Collie was both astounded and incredibly turned on by the sight. She dropped all pretense of walking up to the receptionist and simply continued to look on at the cop’s distended bladder. Her obvious staring did not go unnoticed by the other two women. “Hey Bev,” the receptionist said in a low voice, “I think you’ve found an admirer. Poor girl’s been salivating looking at your crotch for the last 30 seconds.” Bev nodded knowingly, replying, “Oh, I don’t think it’s my crotch she’s looking at.” The female cop rubbed her hands over her bladder for a moment, and the receptionist saw Collie twitch with excitement as she did. “Christ, you’re right! She’s in love with your bladder!” The receptionist hissed to Bev. “A girl after my own heart!” Bev agreed with a laugh, “Now watch her after this.” The woman officer walked calmly to the far side of the room, entered a door clearly marked as a female lavatory, and intentionally forgot to shut it. All of a sudden a loud hissing noise began to come from behind the door, as the cop was no doubt experiencing an amazingly relieving piss. Collie could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter, but it wasn’t from pee. Her face also turned beet red as she noticed the receptionist staring at her, and Collie quickly went up to her and began asking for the proper forms to fill out. Bev’s torrent continued unabated while Collie received the forms, and she was so weak at the knees that she could barely walk to a chair to sit and begin working on the forms. In fact, Bev’s stream might have continued until after Collie was done with the paperwork, except for the fact that the girl was unable to properly concentrate with the clattering sound of pee jetting into the side of the toilet bowl coming mere feet from her. After what seemed like an age to Collie but was probably a good five minutes, the sound finally trickled to a halt and the cop came out of the lavatory. She bade the receptionist a good night, walked past Collie, almost didn’t acknowledge her, but then turned and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, rookie,” before leaving out the door. It took Collie Winters a very long time to complete the papers. The next morning at 7 am sharp, Collie Winters arrived at the station for her first day of training. With a glint in her eye, the receptionist told the girl that she’d be paired up with Beverly Johansson, an experienced female officer whom would surely teach the girl everything she needed to know. Collie gulped in surprise and excitement, wondering if it was indeed the same “Bev” from the previous evening. She needn’t have worried, as just then Bev herself walked into the station and approached her. “Seems they’ve got me showing you the ropes, kid. Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. Here, drink this and meet me by my squad car in 10 minutes. You can’t miss it. It’s the only one parked out back.” Beverly Johansson handed the new recruit a large coffee from a carrier she was holding. Three remained on it, and Beverly next passed one of them out to the receptionist. “See you soon,” the cop said, going into a back room with the remaining two coffees. Precisely 9 and a half minutes later the women reconvened at Beverly’s squad car. “Get in,” Beverly said, popping open the doors, and Collie sat down in the passenger seat. She noticed that Beverly still had the two coffees, and the officer placed both of them in between the seats and took her place behind the wheel. The confident copper picked up one of the coffees and promptly drained it, chugging for 30 seconds until it was empty, then tossed the container in the back. “Alright, we’ve got some different areas we need to hit today, so let’s get going.” Beverly said, peeling out of the parking lot. They went to a nearby parking lot and Officer Johansson showed Collie all the different radios and switches present on the inside of the squad car, all the while sipping at the second coffee. By 8 am they had gone over everything, and Beverly’s second coffee container now sat empty and crumpled in the backseat with the first. Naturally this meant it was time to stop at the local donut shop before continuing, and Beverly got three more coffees there, offering Collie one of them. She politely declined, never having been the biggest coffee drinker, and Officer Johansson replied, “Suit yourself,” and began working on her 3rd coffee of the day. After patrolling the streets for 2 hours, Beverly Johansson had finished all three large coffees, bringing her total for the day to 5. Collie was impressed, and was trying to keep her excitement about the predicament they would surely be causing the older woman’s bladder at bay. Beverly seemed to be on the same page, and addressed the issue that was on both of their minds, “Ok rookie. Now you’ll notice that I’ve drank a lot so far today. I like to keep myself properly hydrated throughout the course of the day, keep my energy up, the like. But one thing that I do not like to do, and that we certainly will not be doing, is making any pit stops. Catch my drift? Our male comrades may be able to just whip it out and take a twenty second stop at the side of the road, but you’ve gotta be extra tough to be a female cop. Luckily I’m very well-trained in this area, and all those coffees won’t be causing me any problems. But if you can’t hold it as well, you might find yourself doing a lot of leg crossing on this job.” “Sounds like you’ve got a bladder of steel,” Collie ventured nervously. She awaited the older cop’s response, and Beverly did not disappoint. “You’re right about that, kid. You know, my mother always used to joke that I should have been a banker, cause my bladder is like my own personal vault. It’s just that it holds gold liquid instead of gold bars. But make no mistake about it. Whether it’s working multiple shifts back to back, staying up all night, or being in an hours-long stakeout, my bladder remains shut.” They continued on for the rest of the day, with Beverly giving Collie a rundown of this and that, but all the while the older officer seemed to have a beverage attached to her. Whether it was the two sodas at their lunch stop or the four bottles of water in the afternoon, Beverly Johansson knew how to put away her drinks. And she was just as well-trained as she claimed to be, as Collie watched the waistband of Beverly’s pants get tighter and tighter throughout the day, her bladder expanding to outrageous proportions to contain all the liquid the cop had consumed. Finally at 6 at night, the squad car pulled into the police station’s parking lot, signaling the end of their shift. Beverly patted her bulging abdomen, telling the girl, “Now, there’s two things that make it a good day at the office for me. Getting to stretch my legs now that we’re done, and getting to take a good piss. Pees are something that middle school girls are desperate for 3 or 4 times a school day - tinkles if you will. But what I’m about to take is a policewoman piss.” With that, the two women entered the station, and Beverly made her way to the lavatory, distended abdomen and all, and, after chatting with the receptionist for a few minutes, took another of her 5 minute wets. The sound of it made Collie desperate to go herself, for she had not had one all day either and was starting to really need it, despite not having nearly as much to drink as the veteran cop, but she resisted the urge and decided to wait until she returned home, so that she could enjoy her full bladder a bit longer. This became a routine during the next month. Collie continued training under Beverly, learning the tricks of the trade, and all the while the older cop drank liters of fluid, kept from using the bathroom all day while out and on the job, and pissed gushers upon returning to the station. Once, near the end of their shift, Beverly had even chased down a petty thief with a swollen bladder. Due to the distraction, they ended up back at the station a half hour later than usual that night, and consequently Beverly’s piss took 5 and a half minutes instead of the usual 5. To Collie, every day at work became the epitome of excitement, watching Beverly consume huge quantities of beverages and refuse to stop for the bathroom, even when her protruding melon of a bladder made it quite obvious that she would enjoy a pit stop. But Beverly never appeared desperate to rid herself of her long-held waters, even the day she chased down that thief. And it made Collie sick with curiosity. She had to know the limit of her Beverly Johansson’s bladder! Finally it became too much for the young trainee to take. Regardless of the consequences, she had to know. And so one Sunday morning at 7 am Collie entered the Newport County Police Station with a pair of large coffees. One was for her, the other for Beverly. One was a regular coffee, but the other contained in it two dissolved diuretic pills. Collie gulped nervously as she saw Beverly come in a few minutes later, already clutching her carrier of four coffees, but there was no turning back for her now. “I got you some coffee, in case you wanted some extra,” Collie offered, gesturing to the diuretic-filled container. “Hey thanks! I knew you were useful for something,” Beverly joked. She gave one coffee from her carrier to the receptionist before replacing the empty spot with the tainted coffee. As she went into her office to prepare for the day, the female cop picked a coffee and began to drink, and Collie was astounded to note that it was the diuretic-filled one that she chose first! Collie was almost sweating with anticipation for the day to come, and couldn’t believe her plan had come together so easily, and without any sort of a hitch. Could the stubborn lady officer wait until the end of her shift as usual with the powerful diuretics making her kidneys pump ever-more liquid into her expansive bladder, or would she finally crack under the strain and take a pee while out? Collie honestly didn’t know, but she couldn’t wait to find out. They entered the squad car 15 minutes later to begin their day. Collie sipped delicately at her coffee, while Beverly had already drained two and was beginning a third. As they pulled out of the station, the young trainee made sure to get a lasting glance at Beverly’s midsection, to get a baseline to gauge her bladder’s progress throughout the day. It was slim and firm, but Collie knew that wouldn’t last. Their day continued as normal for a while, with Beverly Johansson gulping down her fourth coffee by 8:30 am and stopping for 2 more at the local donut shop. By 10 am the thirsty officer of the law had finished a total of 6 large coffees, including one laced with bladder-pumping diuretics, and the bulge of her bladder was obvious through her uniform. Still, it did not look much larger than normal, and Beverly was obviously showing no signs of having a problem holding the load. Collie was getting disheartened. Perhaps the diuretics hadn’t affected Beverly’s bladder at all. But as the hours progressed, it became clear that this was not the case. Beverly Johansson’s bladder began ballooning at a rapid rate as 11 am and noon came and went, and as the two women stopped for lunch at 1 pm, Collie couldn’t help but notice that Beverly’s bladder seemed as large as it was when she would relieve herself at the end of her shift. The experienced cop had shown no signs of the urge while in the squad car, but once out and on break for lunch, she finally commented, “Man, that coffee really went through me today! Feels like I’ve drunk twice as much as normal!” Collie nodded, but inside her mind was whirring as she realized there was a flaw in her plan. They had stopped at a local fast food joint for lunch, and of course there was nothing stopping Beverly from simply using the bathroom there, letting the diuretic fill her up again, and taking her normal pee after her shift. Collie desperately wanted to see her strong, commanding superior officer stretch herself to her limits, but at present Beverly Johansson had a way out…if she chose to use the fast food restaurant’s bathroom, that is. True to herself, Beverly ordered a large drink with her meal and began sucking it down. Collie marveled at the fact that she would still do that despite her growing pee need, and they ate their meals in relative silence. When they had finished, Beverly put her empty cup down and patted her stiff, firm abdomen, then asked her trainee, “My word, what was in that coffee you gave me, anyway? Did you spike it with something?” Collie’s face blanched immediately. All her color drained away as she realized she’d been found out. Beverly had known all along about the diuretic, had played her game, and now she was calling Collie out on it. Collie took a deep breath and began readying an apology in her head…and then Beverly continued, “What’s wrong with you? Haha I was only joking. Calm down kiddo. You gotta loosen up a little! I’d loosen up too, but then I might just be sitting on a wet squad car seat before we’re done.” It took Collie a second to realize what Beverly had said, and another second for her to begin breathing again, but slowly but surely she discovered that she had not been found out, and that she was not about to be thrown out of the force. She smiled nervously and asked Beverly, “Gee, is it really that bad? You don’t need to use the bathroom here, do you?” Collie knew this question was a gamble. On one hand, she was putting the idea of using the restaurant’s bathroom squarely in Beverly’s mind, but on the other, she was saying it in a way that almost issued a challenge – one that she hoped Beverly’s pride wouldn’t allow her to back down from. Beverly waved her hand absentmindedly, replying, “Naw, I’ve been in tough situations before, I’ll be fine. Probably just in my head anyway. I haven’t drank any more than usual.” Collie nodded in response, and soon the two women made their way back to the squad car. Soon the clock hit 2 pm, and by then Collie thought that Beverly had to be second guessing her decision not to pee in the restaurant. Her bladder was positively swollen now, the lower hem of her uniform top straining to contain it. The well-conditioned officer hadn’t made mention of her need again since they’d returned to patrolling the streets in the car, but Collie thought she was sitting much stiffer than before. Her strong legs were staying close together at all times. Collie knew a flood was building up inside Beverly’s strong bladder, but Beverly Johansson still gave no indication that she was going to let that flood break free any time soon. They had just turned onto a side street when a voice came over the radio. “Attention all officers! We have a hostage situation at the corner of Smithfield Street and Pleasant Avenue! I repeat, hostage situation at the corner of Smithfield and Pleasant! All officers report immediately!” Instantly Beverly Johansson lept into action. The car squealed to a halt, and Beverly turned it on a dime and floored the accelerator. The siren blared as they sped to the scene. Collie was trying hard not to freak out, but the enormity of the situation was getting to her. Hostages?! All units needing to report?! It sounded very serious, and all thoughts of Beverly’s expanding bladder were forgotten. In ten minutes they were there. The scene of the crime was the town’s bank. Squad cars were coming in seemingly every second. The road had already been cordoned off, and Collie thought there had to be nearly 20 officers on the scene. Beverly parked her car in line with the others, surrounding the bank’s front (and only) exit. Then she scanned the sea of officers, found who she was searching for, got out of the car, and went to talk to a greying man of about 50. Collie knew from her orientation that the man was their Chief of Police Jeff Ryerson, but she’d never actually spoken to him. Ryerson and Johansson spoke for a minute before Beverly came back to Collie and the car. “Ok kid, here’s your first taste of big league action,” Beverly told her, “There are gunmen in there, three of em. They’ve got about 30 people holed up in there, and of course they’re threatening to blow them to bits one by one unless we let them out of the bank with 10 million dollars. I’m all for just going in, calling the bluff of those rat bastards, and hauling them out one by one, but Ryerson’s the boss, and he can’t afford to take that chance. So he’s called in the hostage negotiator, which means until things get sorted, we stay put. The building stays surrounded until those cruddy robbers realize what they’re up against.” Trying not to shake with fear, Collie nodded and sat back down in their squad car. She didn’t think she was ready for this sort of thing, but the battle-hardened vet Beverly Johansson seemed as prepared as ever. She sat down next to Collie, pulled a bottle of water from under the seat, and began to drink. “So…what do we do until they decide to give up?” Collie asked her. Beverly just gave her a smirk. “We wait.” For the first hour of the hostage crisis, Collie Winters was hopped up on adrenaline. For the second hour, she was going out of her mind with boredom. The hostage crisis had certainly sounded exciting, and Collie realized there were lives at stake, but playing the waiting game was driving her crazy. The negotiator had arrived on scene and spoken with the robbers, but so far no progress had been made other than the fact that no one had been shot yet. All in all, Collie was ruing the fact that there was nothing she could do to contribute besides sitting in the musty squad car, twiddling her thumbs until the time came for the baddies to get arrested. By 5 pm she was nearly climbing the walls, but then Collie noticed something. Beverly Johansson, who had been sitting stoically next to her this entire time, now had her legs crossed. And Collie thought it was her imagination at first, but after prolonged staring she realized that her trainer was actually rubbing her legs together as well! All the thoughts of filling Beverly’s mammoth bladder came flooding back to the teenager, and she began to feel both incredibly guilty and incredibly turned on. Beverly’s outstanding composure had kept Collie from seeing her full bladder agony all this time, but finally she was beginning to give in to her urge and fight it openly. Collie sat for 15 more minutes in silence, but Beverly could not keep her legs still. Collie had to say something, for the tension that was building inside her at the thought of how full Bev’s bladder was becoming was getting to be too much for the young officer-in-training to take. “You ok?” she managed meekly, directing her gaze at her superior’s thighs, now in constant motion. “Me? Erm…yeah, just trying to stay focused. I feel like I’ve got to piss a bloody quart though. I think it’s because this is when our shift is normally done, so my mind is playing tricks on me, but still, damn, I’ve never had to go this bad on the job before.” If there was one thing Beverly Johansson was not, it was prudish, and Collie thanked her lucky stars that the older woman was admitting and talking about her need so freely. However, the level of sexual excitement building in Collie also made it difficult for her to focus on responding. It was a full minute before she replied, “A gallon.” Beverly turned towards her, “What?” Collie smiled a little as she repeated, “A gallon. You said you need to piss a quart, but personally I’m sure you’re holding a gallon in there.” The girl had looked in Beverly’s eyes briefly, but 95% of her attention was now being paid to the lady cop’s jutting, bursting abdomen. Surely the diuretics were working overtime to fill such a cavernous space. Beverly paused for a moment, then began to laugh, softly at first, but then growing in intensity, “Hahahahaha, kid, you are something else. I like the way you think. A gallon indeed!” Beverly continued to belly laugh until abruptly stopping, squeezing her legs tightly together as she did and wincing in pain. After a few seconds, she recovered and said, “Maybe that’s enough with the jokes for now. I don’t know how much laughter I can handle at a time like this.” And so the waiting game continued. 6 pm stretched into 7, which stretched to 8, and all the while Beverly’s bladder did more stretching than the cop surely thought was possible. Collie was downright amazed by Beverly’s ability to withstand the pain of her aching organ, as well as to have the muscle control to hold her flood inside, even as it grew in volume with each passing minute. The tough woman officer’s composure had slowly been whittling away as the evening wore on. Crossed legs and shaking thighs at 5 pm had given way to a more curled up, elbows on her knees position by 6:30, which had transitioned to more rapid thigh-shaking. By 8 pm, Beverly was fanning her legs desperately and more often than not holding three fingers to her crotch. She’d also been forced to undo the top button of her uniform pants. The embarrassment she’d felt from this had made her put it off for hours, Beverly had confided to Collie just after popping the button free, but her bulging bladder had reached a stage where it needed the extra room or it would blow. Collie watched in awe, lulled by her sexual haze, as Beverly craned her neck in vain, hoping for some action to put an end to this torturous stakeout. “You know when I last took a piss, kid?” Beverly’s voice snapped Collie to attention. “What?....” was all the girl was able to manage. Being face to face with a sweaty, iron-bladdered dream woman in closed quarters was taking away her ability to string together sentences. “I asked if you knew when I last took a piss. But of course you don’t know. I just felt like telling you. Maybe the thought of how long it’s been will give me the strength to keep from flooding my patrol car.” Beverly said through gritted teeth, though she managed a smirk at that last comment. She continued, “It was before I fell asleep. 9 pm. I haven’t taken a piss in nearly a full freaking day! Can you believe that? Hell, I always knew I had some serious capacity, but I’m even impressed by that.” Collie was sure she responded with something semi-witty, because after she had finished speaking Beverly gave a little laugh through her bladder pain, but the younger girl had no idea what words had come to her lips. She was too busy ogling her superior’s sweaty, breathtaking abdominal bulge. Beverly gave a moan of agony from her state of pure bladder fullness, and then they both heard it. The radio, which had been silent for hours as the negotiator tried to work some magic with the gunmen, crackled to life. “All units, move in! Repeat, all units, move in! Negotiations have failed. We’re going in!” Quick as a flash Beverly Johansson had her gun in hand and was out of her squad car. Collie scrambled to follow suit, and she came around the rear of the squad car so that she was behind the experienced officer. All told, it appeared as though all 20 or thereabouts officers were converging on the bank’s front entrance. Surveillance of the bank had revealed that the gunmen had managed to rig every other entrance with low grade explosives, but evidently they had been too busy with the hostages to rig the most important doors of all. Officers began pouring through the front doors after blowing off the locks, with Beverly and Collie near the end of the pack. That owed more to Beverly being unable to take large steps than due to any hesitation she had about going into battle. Collie, on the other hand, refused to move from behind her trainer. Not only was she afraid for what lay ahead, but she was also worried that she had sabotaged Beverly by plying her with so many diuretic-laden drinks. How could such a trivial experiment have gone so wrong?!? The two women made their way through the dimly lit bank corridors. The hostage takers had had the forethought to shoot out all the lights. Every minute or two a few shots would ring out, but the police officers were clearly winning the fight. Collie saw one injured perp get dragged from the scene as the officers overpowered him, then a second. The last criminal was holed up in the second level of the bank, but he apparently had the hostages locked there with him, so getting to him would be a struggle. Beverly and Collie approached the main staircase, flanking the rest of the officers. Ryerson, the police chief, was speaking in low tones to another officer as they plotted out a strategy to take down the final intruder. Suddenly, shots rang out! The policemen scattered. Collie dove for cover, ending up behind a wall on the other side of the staircase entrance. Then she heard a groan. Looking to her right, Collie saw Beverly hunched over, hands clasped against her lower belly. Collie frantically glanced around. Only she and Beverly had dove to this side. All the remaining officers were behind the wall on the opposite side of the staircase, and before she could yell for help, they began rushing up to the second level, determined to take out the final hostage taker. Collie crawled over to Beverly. “Oh my gosh, are you hurt??? I’ll get someone…I’ll…” Beverly shushed her and slowly removed her hands. To Collie’s great relief, there was no blood, only Beverly’s behemoth of an abdomen. “Fuck, it hurt so much to dive over here. I landed straight….on my bladder.” The veteran officer breathed shakily. Her hands continued to rub the stretched skin that surrounded her aching bladder. Then Beverly squeezed her legs tight to fight off a spasm against her weakening sphincter. It seemed to take all of her resolve to remain dry as she squatted down against the wall. She pulled Collie close and whispered, “Where did everyone else go?” Collie motioned to the staircase. “They went for the gunman.” Beverly regarded this for a second before moaning in pain once more. She regained her composure, barely, legs spazzing and fanning with reckless abandon as she fought to control her bladder muscles for a few moments more. “They all left for the second floor?” Beverly asked shortly, taking quick breaths now. It seemed to Collie as if she was clenching every muscle in her body every second or two to remain in control of her overworked sphincter. Collie peered out, saw no one, and nodded that they were alone. “But, why?” she asked her superior officer. Beverly let out her loudest groan yet as more bladder spasms ripped through her, then replied quietly, “Because I need to take a piss and I’m going to do it right here!” She grabbed at the sides of her uniform pants and began to tug them down. Collie’s eyes widened at the thought of the flood that she was about to witness. It was sure to eclipse every piss she’d ever heard Beverly take after a shift, and the young trainee was going to see it all firsthand! At that moment, there was one final burst of gunfire, and then officers began jogging back down the steps. Beverly frantically pulled her uniform pants back up, still unrelieved. There was a look of pure terror in her eyes as she realized that she was no longer alone, and no longer able to do the thing that her body had been screaming at her to do for hours now. With as much composure as she could muster, Beverly Johansson marched back into line with the rest of the officers, Collie just behind her, having just cut off the piss of her life before it had even started. The officers exited the bank, Ryerson at the tail end with the bloodied and battered final gunman in handcuffs. The freed hostages followed, bellowing with joy. Some of the police stayed to clean up the scene and get information from the hostages, but Collie and Beverly were not among them. They had already been kept for hours past their allotted shift time, and thankfully Ryerson simply wished them a good night as they strode past him and to their squad car. Beverly was doing her best to keep her stoic front as she got to the car, but Collie knew better. The woman was keeping her bladder controlled by the final remnants of her willpower and sphincter strength, nothing more. Her composure was hanging by a thread. They entered the car and Beverly immediately began clutching herself hard between her legs. “Fuck!....I should have pissed there while I had the chance! I can’t hold it! I need to piss somewhere, anywhere!” Beverly was grinding her ass into the seat and bouncing up and down as she held on. Collie could tell Bev was pushing past any limits the veteran cop thought she had. She was entering uncharted waters, and if she wasn’t careful, those waters would be all over the seat of her car. “Do you want to go back to the station?” Collie asked, loving every second of Beverly’s plight but also not wanting the woman to embarrass herself. Beverly shot her a crazy look, “No way, it’s too far! I’ll never make it! There’s gotta be a restaurant with an open bathroom around here! Let’s just go! I really can’t wait!” With that, the lady cop pried one hand from her crotch, put it on the wheel, put the squad car in drive, and hastily pulled out of the bank parking lot and onto the main road. Her knees were knocking together and the car’s speed was sputtering because she needed to bounce her foot instead of keeping it steadily on the gas pedal. Desperately Beverly’s eyes careened from one side of the road to the other and back, searching for an open restaurant, bar, store, anything with a toilet so that she could relieve herself. Closed, closed, closed, everything they went past was closed for the night. Beverly yelled in dismay as the search grew fruitless. Then, at the end of the block, she spotted a building with its lights still on. The female cop stepped down on the gas, sped in front of it, and performed the best parallel park job Collie had ever seen from someone who was clearly not focusing even an iota on making sure the car was aligned with the sidewalk. Beverly steeled herself as the car stopped, rubbed her mammoth abdomen in a vain attempt to calm it down, put her hand over her vagina once more, and then finally exited the car with shaking steps. Collie watched from the passenger’s seat. Beverly made her way unsteadily to the front door of the restaurant, but as she reached it, the owner came out to put out the closed for the night sign. The windows were up, so Collie couldn’t hear too well, but she saw Beverly gesturing frantically towards the door, then to her crossed legs, but the store manager wouldn’t budge. He shook his head at her and pointed her back to the squad car. Beverly stamped her feet in dismay, pee dancing on the spot, trying to find some way to convince the man to let her inside to use their toilet. He continued to shake his head, so in a last ditch effort Beverly lifted her top just enough for him to see the all-encompassing fullness of her bladder, then reached out and took his hand, placing it on her bulge. Collie managed to catch the words, “See?! It’s hard as a rock, you motherfucker! Now let me in there to piss it out!” because Beverly shrieked them at a higher pitch than Collie had ever heard from her before, but the owner of the restaurant held his ground. Slumping her head in defeat, Beverly pee danced back to the squad car, shaking with anger, dismay, and desperation, and sat down in the driver’s seat, her hand now balled up into a fist and jammed into her crotch to keep her waters at bay. “Where now?” Collie asked. It was all she could think of to say as she watched her normally cool and composed superior officer fight the battle of her life with her iron, hurting bladder. “Can’t…..hold…..it…..” Beverly grunted, face red with the effort she was putting into clenching herself shut. Collie looked at her and saw a defeated woman, a woman who had dared to think about peeing on the floor of a public building while her comrades continued to do their jobs, a woman who begged an arrogant business owner to use his facilities because she couldn’t hold it anymore, a woman who was done in by a simple diuretic in her morning coffee, and Collie realized that she couldn’t have that. She needed Beverly to be strong through it all, because that’s where the attraction lay for her. If Beverly lost control now, the entire experiment would be for naught. Collie decided to take a risk… “Beverly! Dammit, Bev! You’ve held it for this long! Don’t lose it now! Where can you go? Think! Do you live close to here?!” Collie shouted desperately at the twitching, vibrating woman sitting next to her, overcome with bladder agony. Beverly took a moment to acknowledge Collie, even as she yelled, but then turned to face her slightly and nodded, almost imperceptibly, to say that yes, her home was near their current location. “Then drive home! For the love of God, drive home and piss in your own toilet!” Collie didn’t know if such a stern approach would work with Bev’s bladder and psyche in such a fragile state, but then the older woman put the car back in drive and began speeding off down the main road, and Collie could only hope that her superior’s home was near. Five minutes later the squad car screeched to a halt in front of Beverly Johansson’s fine estate. Collie exited the car quick as a flash, determined not to miss any of what she was most certainly about to witness, and still Beverly, in her breathtaking desperation, managed to beat her out of the car. The lady cop was hobbling to her front door, moaning incoherently from the strain her heavy balloon of a bladder was being placed under. Beverly stopped at her front door, nearly popped right then and let loose on her doormat, and then summoned the last of her courage and bladder fortitude to double cross her legs, squat low to keep control, and finally get the key in the lock and open her door. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” the veteran officer was mumbling to herself as she tap danced towards her bathroom, Collie following her every step of the way. They turned down one hallway, then another, and finally the bathroom was in sight. With a scream of joy, Beverly Johansson threw herself into her bathroom, tore her uniform pants down so quickly that they ripped, sat on her toilet, and let loose an amazing torrent of boiling, agonizing piss. Collie took one millisecond to steal a glance at a clock hanging on the wall to confirm that it was 9 pm, meaning that Beverly’s loud, hissing load that was currently streaming into the salvation of the toilet bowl had been contained inside of her for exactly 24 hours, diuretic and all. How Beverly Johansson had managed that, the young trainee would never know, and by the looks of things Beverly couldn’t believe it herself. She just kept rubbing the bulge in her abdomen, which remained impressive in size even after two minutes of splattering pee had emptied from it. Her bladder had been taxed to its max and survived, if only just. As Beverly’s long piss reached its fourth minute without showing a sign of stopping, Collie became aware of her own pressing need. While she hadn’t drank nearly as much as the veteran cop or had the added pressure of the diuretics, Collie had been without a restroom for 15 hours, and her well-trained bladder was suddenly beginning to rebel. Collie looked at Beverly, looked back at her own bladder bulge, looked at Beverly again, still sitting on the toilet in complete bliss, and decided that one more risk was in order. Without hesitation, Collie Winters sat down on top of Beverly’s thighs, facing the older woman and pressed up right against her, then released her own flood of pee in between both of their legs and into the toilet, where it mixed with Beverly’s still-emanating stream. Collie’s hiss was forceful in its own right, though clearly nothing compared to Beverly’s torrent. Beverly nearly got up and threw Collie off of her, but in a last ditch effort, the younger girl moved in and kissed her, passionately and with nothing but unmitigated desire. For five full seconds Beverly did not kiss back. She did not pull away or push Collie off, but she did not respond in kind. Then, as Collie breathed a mental sigh of relief to go with her physical one, Beverly gave in, melted into her arms, and kissed back firmly, both women seated on a single toilet, relieving a day’s worth of stress, tension, and most importantly, piss. Collie groped Beverly’s breasts gently while Bev’s hands went to Collie’s ass, and as both women moaned with pleasure, their pees finally ended, Collie’s after 3 minutes and Beverly’s after an astounding 7 minutes total. The women looked deeply into each other’s eyes, and Collie told her strong lady cop, “Now that, I’d say, was a policewoman piss.” Beverly smiled, chuckled, and gave her a sultry look. “Come on,” she replied, moving to get up while still holding on to Collie, “My bedroom is this way.”
  7. I am a man of almost 40 years old. I remember having a pee fetish since I was a child. I have always been fascinated by girls (and later women) desperate to pee and peeing their pants. I also like to see women peeing in general. I have also experienced in holding and desperation myself. If I'm home alone I still like to delay going to pee until I get really desperate. I do however not wait until I lose control. It just gets too uncomfortable after some time and honestly, I don't like the mess it gives. I do not really recall how this fetish started. I do remember a neighbour girl who might have played a part in it. She was my age and when we were 5/6 we used to play a lot on the street or in the garden. Like many children of that age concentrated on playing, she delayed urination until the very last moment. I remember one particular time when she did a little peedance, held her crotch, said that she could n't hold it, lifted her skirt and peed right on the street. Somehow that was really fascinating. Another incident that might have played a role happened when I was 8 years old. I was with my family in a large swimming pool with water slides, a wave pool etc etc. This was at that time a heaven for me; I had just learned how to swim and was really a big fan of waterslides. I remember that I had to pee really bad and that it got worse and worse, but I did n't want to leave the fun at the waterslides. It also felt kind of naughty and 'in control' to have to pee so bad and still not go. And maybe I realised that my (swimming) pants were already wet anyway, so what was the risk? I remember that the urge went away for a while and that there was just this uncomfortable feeling of being very full under the belly. That seemed bearble. All of a sudden, when I was in the queue for a water slide, the urge came back and hit me very, very strong. It was as if my bladder started to contract. I used every muscle I could to hold back a flow, but I realised that this was a losing battle. A few spurts escaped. At that time, I was already on the stairs on my way up to the waterslide. There was really no easy turning back. I concentrated on holding and tried to move myself in a position that would give some comfort to my swollen and now very impatient bladder that all of a sudden had a will of its own. A few more spurts escaped; basically I was simply peeing myself but nobody seemed to notice because there was wetness and water all over the place. Again I regained control but I also felt that I was just buying time and that my bladder was preparing for much more to come. When it was my time for the water slide, I sat down and immediatly started to pee.. well, like a racehorse. It was unstoppable. I started to slide and was still peeing. Basically it now felt legitimate, nobody would notice anyway. I was still peeing when I was downstairs and even delayed coming out of the water to finish. I then knew that my bladder had a limit that I had to respect. It also sort of increased my pee fetish and I started to be more aware of when other people (especially girls) had to go. For a long time I thought this fetish was very rare... but hey, someone invented the internet and thanks to that I found out here's many more of me out there..
  8. Josefina Wetting Her Hotpants Josefina_sample.mp4
  9. File Name: Evelia Loose Control and Pee in Brand New Jeans File Submitter: asianxcontent File Submitted: 15 Apr 2014 File Category: Home Made Videos Clothing: Jeans Evelia had the urge to pee and smoke. She has chosen smoke first, during smoking she felt that she is too desperate to pee and might lose control. She was just moving toward home,.. During that period she faced some consequences which delayed her more. She reached home, but her bad day today, zip of her brand new jeans stuck, she tried best but lost her control. Her hand was on crotch when pee accident happened, OMG! Her hands are wet too. She flooded pee. HER JEANS WAS COMPLETELY WET. Language : French Click here to download this file
  10. Comrades, kindred spirits, friends, I'd like to improve my English. Therefore I need audio files with stories about female pee holding and/or desperation. Actually, I prefer British English and succesful holding (that means no wetting or just a few drops). But to make it easier, I don't care. As long as it is female and pee holding and English and dramatic, post whatever you can get. Thanks in advance Arnold Kegel
  11. Rexone312

    Life Without Toilets

    Guys, I have started writing female desperation stories blog. It is mainly based on long holds and deliberate desperation. http://life-without-toilets.blogspot.in/ Please let me know what you guys think of the stories there and suggest me some new ideas. I will really appreciate it
  12. I was just wondering, what position makes you have the most accidental leaks? I'm interested to hear about both male and female experiences. Some things to think about: What position is it hardest to hold it in? Does temperature make a difference? What about clothes (tight, loose)? Is it harder to stop a leak in public or in private? Do you have to keep moving or hold still to prevent leaking? Thoughts like these just bounce around in my head all day :)
  13. Becca woke up from bed. She got up and washed up. Putting on a shirt with a short mini skirt. She went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, she wasn't sure what to pick to drink. What should she drink? A. Juice B. Water C. Iced Tea
  14. This story will take place in a future, where some people have the ability to control people's needs with magic. Becca was told by her teacher to stay back after school. So here she was sitting in the classroom and waiting upon further instruction. Suddenly the door opened and in walked the teacher, with a plastic bag full of some sort of items. "Becca how nice to see you, today we are gonna play a little game." The teacher said and then went to the classroom door and locked it with a key. Instantly Becca's heart began to beat slightly fast, why would the teacher lock the door? What should she do? A. Ask why the teacher locked the door. B. Ask what sort of game. C. Stay quiet.
  15. bunny

    winx club fanfic

    It was vacation for Alphea, most of the teachers and students left to go home but the winx girls stayed at Alphea except Leila, she needed to go home. It was monday morning and none of the girls had any plans for today and the boys were out for a training camp. They were bored and didn't know what to do. Stella asked the girls to hold a pee holding contest in the afternoon, Bloom didn't want to do it at first because of she has a shy bladder but everyone agreed so she to agreed. There were a few rules: 1) before they begin everyone goes to the bathroom to pee 2) you can't wear pants you can only wear a shirt and your panties 3) there is one bucket in the middle for if you need to pee and can't hold it anymore 4) the winner choses what to do next week 5) the last 2 players have to stand up after an hour when the third player lost 6) the winner has to pee in the toilet to win the game So everyone came back from the bathroom and had to drink a liter of water, then they sat in a circle on the ground. After two hours Tecna and Flora were already struggling to hold it in, Musa, Bloom and Stella didn't show a sign yet. They knew Tecna and Flora were the first to lose. Another hour had past and Tecna was starting to lose it she tried to hold it in but started to leak rapidly, she was losing the battle against her bladder. She ran to the bucket,pulled off her panties and started peeing. Tecna was the first to give up so she went back to her room and didn't came back. The sound of peeing didn't help the others, Flora was still barely holding it in and Musa started to show signes of desperation, Bloom and Stella weren't showing any yet. Thirthy minutes later Flora her panties were getting darker and darker so she ran to the bucket and started peeing at full force through her panties in the bucket. When Musa saw the pee hitting the bucket she put her hands on her crotch to hold back the flood. Flora was done peeing and left the room to change her panties, she also stayed at her room. They were now four hours in the game and only Musa, Stella and Bloom were left. Bloom and Stella were starting to show a little desperation and Musa was really desperate. Musa didn't want to strain her bladder so she went to the bucket and pulled her panties down. She started peeing a slowly stream that went faster. When she was done Musa went to tell the others to come back because the last 2 people were left. Everyone was watching Stella and Bloom now. The hour went by so they had to stand up. Bloom stood up and immediatly crossed her legs, gravity hit Stella her bladder when she stood up and she held her hands on her crotch. The sixt hour went by and both of them didn't want to give up. Stella had her hands on her crotch so nobody noticed the wet spot on her panties, Bloom was now crossing her legs. The contest went the seventh hour in and Stella couldn't hold it anymore, she tried to walk to the bucket but her floodgates went open, there was a puddle forming on the floor. If Bloom wanted to win she had to get to the toilet to pee. She started walking to the bathroom with her hands on her crotch and halfway to the bathroom she had to stop to regain control of her bladder. A minute passed and she started to fasten her pace, her panties were getting damp and when she was inside the bathroom she pulled down her panties and started to pee in the toilet. When she was done she changed her panties and told everyone that she wanted to go camping next week. Please give a comment on my fanfic or one of my other fanfics
  16. Hello. I've decided to post about the amazing omorashi experience I had today. NOTE: I'm asexual and I'm not into sexual/foreplay stuff. While I can't tell you what to do (hey, this is your site and it's a free country), I would prefer that any responses to me and my experience not be "sexual" in nature. (i.e. I would prefer "I enjoyed the story" or "The story was boring" or "Have you ever tried wetting in a skirt?" to "That made me horny.") I don't and can't respond to sexual comments like a person who isn't asexual, so it's a waste of time and energy. Thanks in advance. On to my story: I'm obsessed with the idea of uncontrollably wetting/peeing oneself, so since I was alone at home today, I decided to try to do that. I have been reading a lot of accidental wetting experiences and something I've noticed is that caffeine/diuretics are often a huge factor in them. I've also been reading about how caffeine irritates the bladder, causes bladder spasms, causes incontinence, etc. So, I've been experimenting with caffeine recently instead of just drinking water. However, even though caffeine made me desperate very quickly, I was still not able to make myself pee myself. I'd only start uncontrollably peeing after I deliberately made myself release pee first. The closest I got to peeing myself was earlier this week (however, I was only able to dribble a little bit and then my bladder stopped releasing urine. I decided to just pee the rest of it out since I was already slightly wet and my bladder was uncomfortable). Anyways, I started drinking water at around 2 PM today. (I also drank a chocolate nutrition shake so that I could have some food/calories/nutrients inside of me) Unfortunately, because of the greasy food I ate yesterday and the fact that a lot of water always moves my bowels, I had to keep extending my holding and wetting time on account of having to poop. At 3:50 PM, I drank half of a drink called SK energy shot (bought a 6-pack from Walmart) which gave me about 140 mg of caffeine. Finally, at around 5:50 PM, I was ready to hold. I thought about wetting between 7:30 PM - 8:00 PM. I continued to drink water and at around 6:40 PM, I downed the rest of my SK energy shot (giving my body a total of 280 mg of caffeine). I was starting to get super desperate, so I put a black trash bag on the carpet, put two Depend disposable underpads (these are really good; I found them at Walmart, too) on top of the bag, and changed into my green undies, purple shirt, bright red sweatpants and some old white tennis shoes that I was planning on throwing away (I've never wet in shoes before, so I wanted to try something new.) By 7:00 PM, I had drunk slightly over 1500 ml of water and I was feeling full so I stopped drinking and took a brief break to walk around and make myself burp/feel less full. My bladder was doing that thing where it was so full of lightweight urine that it was numb. I have the kind of bladder where the more I drink, the tighter everything gets, making it hard to even make myself pee. Nonetheless, because I was so full of pee, my lower parts were automatically clenching up. I deliberately relaxed my sphincter muscles to see if I could make some pee dribble out. Nothing happened. I knew I needed to pee, but I realized that an uncontrollable wetting was not going to happen and I would just wait until 7:30 PM and pee myself then. However, I suddenly had an idea. I decided that I would open a new SK energy shot, drink a little bit of it, and see if that could cause me to accidentally pee myself. I was kind of concerned about that because I don't want to get too much caffeine (I've read that one shouldn't go over 400 mg of caffeine per day and I would be getting close to that amount in such a short amount of time), but I thought "Fuck it." I decided to stand on my underpads "just in case" (I wasn't expecting to uncontrollably pee myself, but I always get on the underpad when I have to pee really bad and it's close to my designated wetting time), I hit "Record" on my camera, and I finished drinking my water bottle. At 7:10 PM, I opened a bottle of the SK energy shot and started to take very small sips of the stuff. I'd take a tiny sip, put the bottle down. Take a tiny sip, put the bottle down. I was like, "Huh. Nothing's happening. Maybe it'll all hit me later." I took one more tiny sip. I had the bottle in my hand and I started to space out a little bit when I felt warm liquid pouring out of my nether regions. It took a second or two for me to realize that I was full on peeing myself. "Oh my god I'm peeing myself!" I thought. I was in shock. I was so thankful that I had decided to stand on the underpads just in case! Like, even if I had been standing right next to my underpads, I would have accidentally made a small puddle on the carpet before hopping onto the underpads. (It would have been exciting while it was happening, but not afterwards). I was peeing a fast and steady stream. I could see the pee hitting my white shoes and making a larger and larger stain on the underpads. Because I hadn't been expecting to actually wet myself, my legs were pressed together so I couldn't really see the pee coming out of me. I had to open my legs to see the pee coming down. Sadly, the red sweatpants weren't too tight, they absorbed too much pee, and the color wasn't too good for seeing pee, so they made it hard for me to see the pee going down my legs. (Plus, the pee was making the dye come off of the pants and onto the underpads, which made my pee look kind of like it was mixed with blood. Not a fan of that. LOL.) From the time I started peeing, I tried to stop the pee (I like to stop and start the pee.) but it was like the lower half of my body was disabled save my bladder. I was even clenching my hands! 30 seconds in to my peeing, I could feel my sphincter trying to close but my bladder was not having it. It was tired of fighting and just wanted to relax. It was like the energy shot was the final punch my bladder needed to unlock itself. LOL. All this time, I had wondered what it was like to lose control of one's bladder. I didn't "get" how one could just uncontrollably full on wet themselves and not be able to stop peeing and now I knew! I had to have peed for at least 1 minute and I was in absolute bliss at the fact that my bladder had taken control of my body. My favorite part was when I had to put the cap back on my energy drink bottle and set it down on the bed all while still uncontrollably peeing myself. And, of course, the fact that I went from fully dry to fully wet. (I thought that I would spurt a bit before fully wetting. LOL.) Finally, after what felt like at least 60% of the pee in my bladder had left my body, I regained control over my sphincter. I looked down at my pants and it was blatantly obvious that I had peeed myself. I loved it. After I got control over my bladder, I didn't feel really desperate anymore. I did release the rest of the pee, though, and that was fun. I spent the next 30 minutes re-peeing my pants and then I hit the "Stop" button on my camera and cleaned up. After that, I watched the recording on my camera. As I alluded to above, unfortunately, I couldn't see much pee when I was uncontrollably wetting because of my stupid pants decision but it was fun to watch myself genuinely surprised that I was peeing myself. I am so elated that I was able to have this experience instead of doing the "pretend wetting" that I always do. I plan to try this again later on this week or next week. Next time, I'm going to wear tight blue or tan jeans/pants/shorts so that I can better feel and see the urine. I'm also going to go shoeless again. I've got to be careful not to get addicted to this. LOL. Thanks for reading.
  17. full-bladder12

    Sesshoumaru omorashi

    Hello everyone!! I juts find this amazing work and i share it! Enjoy it. I don't write this. I only share it. As a demon, Sesshoumaru did not have the many weaknesses of humanity. He only required rest every few months, he only needed sustenance once a year, and the act of relieving himself could often be put off for far longer, since thirst was a foreign concept to him.It may surprise you to know this, but the Prince of the Western Lands has never relieved himself the wilderness, despite his near constant traveling. Such an act would be shameful to his upbringing, and therefore whenever he felt an urge he could not ignore, he made his way back to his palace, no matter the distance. Not once had he ever let his needs take priority over more important tasks; he would simply change course to his palace if he was able. If not he held it.He was a full-blooded demon lord, after all. He would never let such a thing as a need to urinate dictate his actions.Lord Sesshoumaru had been feeling a clear urge for the past week now, however Naraku's scent had been unusually strong as of late, and as he followed it, it became apparent that the evidence of the vile half-demon's presence would not simply disappear like usual. Therefore, tracking the scum who had dared touch what was his (Rin) and make the preposterous assumption that he could absorb this Sesshoumaru was made top priority.Now, much can be said about Rin. She's exuberant, energetic, and quite the talkative child. Little known to most though, she was very observant.Rin always kept close watch on her lord, because she idolized him for his strength and general perfection, but most of all his gait. Her lord walked with such a confidence that she could only dream of having.Young Rin was very, very confused when one day she saw an abnormality in Sesshoumaru-sama's stride. The dog-demon lord had twisted his left leg inward slightly before continuing on as he normally would. She wouldn't have even noticed it if a butterfly that she'd been fascinated with hadn't briefly fluttered around his ankles.And this was only the beginning.The next day Lord Sesshoumaru had permitted them to pause for a short rest so that Rin could search for some food. She had walked up to her lord with the intent of asking him to point her in the right direction of where berries might be located, only to be caught mystified.Her lord, who had perhaps not noticed her, was subtly shifting his weight from one leg to the other. This would be a sign of anxiousness in anyone else, but since Sesshoumaru never got anxious, she could not comprehend his reasoning."Lord Sesshoumaru?" She called unsurely.The shifting stopped abruptly, though she did notice him clench his fist for a moment. "What is it, Rin?" He asked her, nothing in his deadpanned tone suggesting that there was anything out of the ordinary going on with him."Would my lord please point out the direction of where Rin may find some berries?" She requested with a sweet smile, figuring that she was just being paranoid and that her lord was perfectly fine.Sesshoumaru arched his head toward where the scent of fruit wafted through his nose, and Rin got the hint. She started to skip away, almost disappearing from sight before she realized she had neglected to thank her lord for his assistance. She turned back around with the intent of doing just that, but the words never made it out of her mouth.Sesshoumaru had resumed his shifting, only more fervently this time. Where before he had been just shifting his weight, now he actually lifted his foot off the ground a whole inch and placed it back down before quickly copying the action with his other.Something was definitely wrong with her lord.Rin resumed her task of berry finding, not wanting to be caught watching something Sesshoumaru-sama clearly didn't want her to witness. She hoped he wasn't ill, and resolved to watch him even more closely from now on.Nothing eventful had gone on for the rest of that day. Lord Sesshoumaru did not act at all out of character while they were walking, and when night came upon them Rin was far too tired to stay up and observe her lord.It was the next night that Rin came to a stunning insight about her Sesshoumaru-sama.Aside from the first day when she became aware that Lord Sesshoumaru was acting strangely, Rin had never seen him display this strangeness while walking. It was when he was standing still that it was glaringly obvious –at least to her since Jaken didn't seem to notice a thing- that something was not right.The sky had darkened so they were stopping for the night. Rin lounged against Ah-Un next to the slumbering Jaken as she feigned sleep. She knew how sharp her lord's senses were, so she had perfected the art of slowing her breathing as well as her heartbeat in order to fool him.She watched with half-lidded eyes as Sesshoumaru paced around the camp, his mouth set in a deep frown as opposed to the blank expression he usually wore. He would pause occasionally for a few seconds, then start to shift from foot to foot. Then he would start up with his pacing again.The word anxious crossed her mind once more, but this time she immediately ruled it out. She decided to approach this situation as if Sesshoumaru wasn't the almighty perfect being that he was, and pretend he was a normal individual.Rin giggled mentally. If that were the case, she would just think that Sesshoumaru-sama had to pee really bad.Her thoughts froze in their tracks.Was it… possible? Logically, she knew all living creatures urinated, demons included. Still, it never crossed her mind that her lord might have this same natural bodily function.If her lord did have to pee, then that would mean he'd been holding it in for days, since she only noticed his odd movements about three days earlier. She supposed it made sense. She knew Jaken only went every other day, and Ah-Un once a week. Since Sesshoumaru was so great, she bet he could hold it for months if he wanted!So… for him to have to go so badly it had to have been quite a while since he'd last gone. If her guess was right, she wondered why he didn't just go in the forest.She continued to monitor her lord as his pacing became more insistent until he was virtually marching back and forth across the camp, bending the tiniest bit at the waist.After an hour of this, Rin began to feel herself falling asleep. Her last thought before she slipped into the realm of dreams was that she had to find a way to assist her lord with his problem.The next morning the group was attacked by a very low level demon. Sesshoumaru had no issue in dispatching it easily, however it was decided that the stop would be utilized as a quick break for Rin, Jaken, and Ah-Un to rest their legs.Jaken had busied himself by practicing with his staff, paying no mind to anything going on with the rest of his company as he tried to perfect what little skill he had with the gifted weapon. He did not want to disappoint his lord by making a mockery of his trust to be useful.Ah-Un lay down on the soft grass to relax, while Rin climbed on top of him, petting the two heads affectionately while at the same time gazing at her lord out of the corner of her eye.If she'd had any doubt in her theory before, Rin was now positive that Sesshoumaru-sama was in desperate need of relief.Forced to stand in one place so as not to bring attention to himself, Sesshoumaru's shifting had now escalated to a bit of dancing. He had lifted his right knee and then quickly let it drop to the ground; he did the same with his left, alternating and probably unknowingly swaying from side to side. His expression was not quite a grimace, but his eyebrows were furrowed and his frown had deepened.Rin's eyebrows shot up and disappeared into her hairline when Sesshoumaru placed both feet on the ground and gave a little hop with his eyes shut tightly, then returned to his milder dancing.Had she really just witnessed it? Rin could not believe her eyes. Oh, her poor lord had to be in agony. Why didn't he just go relieve himself? If it was privacy he wanted there was an entire wooded area behind him.Then Rin had a thought, and decided to test it. Sliding off of Ah-Un, she ambled up to her squirming lord, going unnoticed with his focus so centered on his dilemma. "Are you well, my lord?" She asked softly.The dancing immediately stopped, just as she figured it would. Only this time, Sesshoumaru could not last more than ten seconds being completely immobile before he had to tap his left foot continuously on the ground just to keep the rest of his body still. Rin pretended not to notice, though she saw the tiniest bit of pink seep into her lord's cheeks when it became obvious his control was slipping. She was correct then; her lord was embarrassed.He did not answer right away (not that he usually did, but it was still more hesitant than one of his usual responses). "I am fine, Rin," was all he said. As if to prove this his forced his leg to stop moving and stood perfectly still for several seconds, until he had to rock backwards on his heels and clench his fist at his side.Rin was unsure how to rectify her Lord's situation. If he was simply embarrassed about them knowing he had to go, why not sneak off when they were all sleeping? It's not as if they would be left without protection since he didn't have to go very far. Plus, Ah-Un's senses were keen and the two-headed dragon would protect her and Jaken if their lord was unable to do so.She left her lord alone at this point, busying herself with picking flowers and giving him the freedom to squirm and dance as much as he wished.When night fell, Rin began to think that her lord was just being ridiculous, something she never would've dared thought in the past.Sesshoumaru-sama was now hopping desperately from foot to foot, completely unbidden now that he believed all his charges to be asleep. He paced, he stomped, he squirmed, and he bounced. He had yet to reach down and actually hold himself, but judging by how frenzied his movements had become she thought it wouldn't be long now.Ah-Un shifted as he awoke from the feeling of the ground beneath him vibrating from all the motion. Rin could not feel it since she was human, and Jaken could not feel it because his senses weren't as sharp as the dragon's, which was why the toad remained asleep.It became apparent to Rin that pretending to sleep was no longer necessary. Sesshoumaru was too frantic to notice someone in his camp had woken up and was now staring at him in amusement, so Rin allowed herself to sit up a little and pet the dragon.Ah-Un gave a very low growl of pleasure, which went unnoticed by their lord. Figuring that it was probably okay to speak as well as long as she whispered, Rin directed a question to the dragon she was leaning against."Ah-Un, has this happened to Lord Sesshoumaru before?" The dragon would know, as he'd been with their lord since before herself or even Jaken.Ah-Un nodded, letting out what was probably a quiet chuckle, but sounded more like a gruff exhale of breath to her ears. Surprised at this information, Rin glanced back at her lord, then looked wide-eyed at the dragon."Often?" She squeaked, and received another nod of confirmation. "So how does he fix it?"Since the only one who could understand the dragon's actual speech was Sesshoumaru, Rin had to make guesses at what the dragon was trying to tell her.Ah-Un was a very intelligent being, not to mention quite the artist. With one of his claws he drew a cartoonish looking castle in the dirt as his answer. Rin studied it uncomprehendingly, before venturing a guess. "He goes back to the palace?" Another nod, and Rin couldn't resist the urge to touch forehead to her palm and shake her head at her lord's immaturity.Embarrassed as he may have been, Rin now knew the real problem. Sesshoumaru was the Lord of the Western Lands, and having been brought up by noble standards the dog-demon probably thought it uncouth to relieve himself in the wilderness like the rest of them did without a problem.Curiosity piqued, Rin asked another question, "How much longer will he be able to hold it?" She asked this because looking at him now, holding tightly to the trunk of a tree with his only hand and jumping up and down with his legs tightly clenched together while grinding his teeth audibly (the sight was actually a little funny, but she would feel bad if she laughed at him) she didn't think it could be too much longer.Ah-Un drew a single line in the dirt, and Rin immediately knew what that meant. "One?" She asked for confirmation, which she received. "One week?" Shaking heads. "One day?" Nodding.Rin chewed her lip worriedly; the palace was probably at least a week and a half's travel away, not to mention the fact that her lord was apparently dead set on tailing Naraku despite his body's needs, so they were going almost in the opposite direction of home."What should we do?" She asked the two-headed dragon, who shook it's heads slowly. "Nothing?" She asked in an incredulous whisper. She got an affirmative response, and when she was about to protest on her lord's behalf, Ah-Un began drawing again.He drew a cartoon version of their lord's head; she could tell it was him because of the pointy ears and the jagged lines on his cheeks that represented his demonic markings. The expression was blank, just like how Sesshoumaru's normally was.Then, he drew their lord again, only this time the expression seemed to show him as being a little …she wanted to say embarrassed, but she had already seen his face when embarrassed and this wasn't quite it.She thought he looked a bit… "Humbled," she said out loud, and Ah-Un nodded eagerly letting her know that was the correct word he'd been trying to convey.So the dragon thought Sesshoumaru-sama could use this as a humbling experience? Well, her lord could be a tad bit uptight sometimes.Rin decided to get some rest, lulled to sleep by the sounds of Lord Sesshoumaru quietly groaning as he hobbled around.The next day, Rin and Ah-Un watched Sesshoumaru like hawks while Jaken remained just as oblivious as ever. Rin didn't know how the retainer hadn't noticed, since the demon lord had resorted to bending forward at the waist and shuffling as he walked.As the day wore on, it was obvious that what Ah-Un said was true. At one point while they were walking their lord had to crouch down and bounce lightly before being able to stand back up. He had glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye to see if anyone had noticed, but Ah-Un had already adjusted his gaze to the ground and Rin acted as if she were looking around, indulging in the beauty of nature.Breaks seemed to be torturous for Sesshoumaru, as he was unable to neither walk around nor stand even the least bit still. He mostly just hopped up in down or did a sort of running in place motion. As Rin predicted, toward the end of one of their breaks Lord Sesshoumaru was forced to hold himself with his hand and kneel down, bouncing on his legs for a few seconds before being able to release himself.Rin felt very sorry for her lord, especially when she went behind some bushes for a bathroom break, but he needed to learn not to be so stubborn.It was time to stop for the evening once again, and this time they were near a hot spring, which meant Rin would take a bath before going to sleep.The spring was out of the immediate view of their camp, so Rin would need to be accompanied to assure her safety. Ah-Un and Jaken were already tuckered out and snoozing away, so that left Sesshoumaru.It wasn't unusual that Sesshoumaru would find some rock to sit on so that he was nearby but giving her privacy by not looking at her while she bathed. However, it seemed that this would be an issue for him tonight.As Rin scrubbed the grime of travel from her body and hair, she secretly watched her lord's struggle with himself. He was doing a new form of movement Rin had never seen before, partly because she hadn't seen him sit down when desperate. He was now fanning his legs in an open and close motion, his eyes shut tightly and cheeks pinker then she'd ever seen them. He was growling to himself very quietly; so quietly she could barely hear the rumbling sounds.His legs suddenly slammed shut and he remained still for a moment, staring down at his lap. Rin feared the worst, but was disproven when he started jiggling his knees up and down.Rin began splashing around in the spring, throwing water above her head and giggling to herself. It wasn't often that she had the chance to take a nice bath rather than washing herself up in a river, so she planned to enjoy it.The splashing earned a glance from Lord Sesshoumaru, who was checking to be sure she wasn't drowning. A shudder passed through him when he looked directly out into the water for the first time, and he began to wriggle more persistently as he turned his head away.Having had her fun in the water, Rin returned to observing her lord as she drifted aimlessly through the spring. She stopped when Sesshoumaru let out a sharp hiss and dug his hand into his crotch, raising his bottom briefly off the rock he had perched on before plopping back down, rocking back and forth and still holding himself.Rin felt terrible for not being able to help her lord, but she knew he had put himself into this situation.After ten minutes of rocking Sesshoumaru-sama hurriedly stood up on the rock, crossing one leg over the other tightly. He stayed this way for a while, then jumped off the rock and began to trek around the pool. Her lord's hakama were bright white in color, so Rin could clearly see the darkened patch on his rear that was probably about the size of his fist when he faced away from her. Sesshoumaru-sama had leaked, it seemed.The growling had deepened, so he was obviously aware of and upset about his loss of control. Rin wondered what was going through her lord's mind, and hoped it was something along the lines of knowing his bladder's limits and not holding it in unnecessarily.Rin was about to get out of the spring when she noticed Sesshoumaru bend forward, squeezing himself tightly and jumping up and down like a child. Rin swam to the edge of the pool closest to where he was, resting her arms in front of her and simply watching him now, no longer caring if he saw her.Her lord switched to hopping from foot to foot while turning around in a circle, groaning and growling. Rin was struck with the want to giggle at seeing her strong Lord Sesshoumaru act so silly.She held back a gasp when a short spray hit the earth until the dog demon managed to clamp it off, doubling his efforts and appearing right on the edge of losing all control. It would be clear to anyone, even the dense Jaken, that he was slowly wetting himself.Rin sighed when the spurts became continuous and Sesshoumaru could no longer stop them no matter how he moved. In the end, her lord finally stood still with his legs slightly apart as what had to be buckets of urine poured out of him like a waterfall and soaked his clothing and boots.It took a few minutes for him to finish, an Rin wondered just how long he'd been holding all of that.From the tips of his ears, across his cheeks, and over the bridge of his nose there was a bright red blush on his face. She thought her lord looked a bit dejected as he stared down at his soiled hakama. When he finally raised his head his eyes widened minutely in shock when he noticed her looking right at him and realized she had witnessed his utter humiliation and disgrace.He averted his gaze to the ground, something she'd never known her lord to do in any situation. His soft growling started up again, but this time Rin thought it had taken on a sad tone rather than one of frustration.Knowing she had to help, Rin climbed out of the pool. She walked around the large puddle until she stood in arms reach of her lord and gently grasped his clawed hand in her small ones. He did not resist when she began leading him back toward the hot spring, only looking up when they entered the water. She offered him a calm smile and kept them going until they had reached the middle of the spring. Sesshoumaru's waist was completely submerged, and Rin had to stand on the tips of her toes in order to keep her head above the surface."See, Lord Sesshoumaru!" She said brightly. "Now no one will know!"Realization quickly dawned on him, and Rin thought she saw a flash of gratitude in his deep golden gaze. He placed his heavy palm on her head and smoothed his fingers through her damp hair, and Rin knew she was being thanked.Feeling playful all of a sudden, Rin dived beneath the water and swam away as quickly as she could. Indulging her, Sesshoumaru went after her; an impromptu game of water-tag was formed.The growling that now reverberated through the spring was one of lighthearted excitement. This work was written by Subakino Yumo
  18. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X07jzs_m3Jo&feature=youtu.be
  19. there is a video i have seen rather a long time ago of three lesbians on a sofa each with full bladders. they start pushing on each others bellys to stimulate there bladders and let ou some amazing moans. then proceed to pee onto each other and have sex. if anyone could find it and upload it or put up the link i would be very please thankyou
  20. Rainbow Dash rocked and bounced on her cloud couch, her hooves pressed into her crotch. At least half a dozen empty cans sat on the cushion to her right. The sound of rain pelting against the roof of her house was a constant reminder of the predicament she had put herself in. If not for the pesky weather, she surely would've been outside, racing and flying as if it were any other day. Just a little longer... She glanced up to the clock. Time had slowed to a snail's pace since she had started her hold early that morning. Now, it was late in the afternoon. The hands stayed still, almost to spite the needy mare. Just ten more minutes. Dash crossed her hind hooves, still bobbing and bouncing. She looked over her living room, old magazines and books sprawled all over the floor and tables. Her eyes managed to wonder to the bathroom door. It sat ajar, the toilet in sight, almost daring her to give up on the silly little charade and take a seat. How relieving it would be... Just to finally let go... Hss- RD gasped, her hooves returning to her crotch. Her coat felt damp- she had leaked. O... Only a little bit. She sighed, her chin resting on her chest. Her bladder protruded slightly, contrasting with her slim figure. How much did I drink? She looked back up to the clock. Seven minutes. Rainbow Dash stood up, unable to sit any longer. She slowly paced in front of the couch, taking moments to make sure she wouldn't lose it before time was up. RD continued for a minute or so, before stopping suddenly. A jet of hot pee collided with the floor beneath her. She squeezed her eyelids shut, her hind hooves buckling into each other, quivering and shivering as she tried to keep the flood in. Not yet! You are not going yet! As soon as it seemed like things were under control, she hobbled behind the couch, heading into the kitchen. She walked over to her refridgerator, opening it and pulling out the first thing she saw; a full bottle of water. I gotta make up for what I lost... She used her right wing to unscrew the cap, bringing it up to her lips and chugging it down. She could feel herself leaking more out as she put more liquid into her system. Her lower body shivered, begging the crazy girl to stop! Yet, she would not. She finished off the bottle, sitting it down beside the fridge before closing the door. Rainbow Dash came back into the living room, looking back up at the clock. Two more minutes... Her bladder ached at the thought. She walked over to the bathroom door, taking awkward steps as she made her way over. Her body shivered, the thought of relief being so close by almost too much to bear. 60, 59, 58 RD entered the bathroom, staring down at the toilet. The lid was closed, not allowing herself to even think about giving in before her time was up. Her breaths were quick and jagged, pacing in front of it, leaking each time she raised her hooves. 50, 49, 48- A groan escaped her, a large spurt running down her leg. She held her right forehoof to her crotch, forcing it back momentarily. 40... 39... 38 Pee forced it's way out, splattering on the floor. RD was on the verge of losing it, yet she still didn't give up. 33... 32.. 31- "Ah-!" A particularly large leak had stolen her attention. Her whole body quivered and shook, the flood-gates straining to keep the rest of it in. 20... 19... 18... RD pushed the lid up, standing up and plopping down onto the seat. Her legs twitched and bounced, yet time had still not ran out. Ten... Nine... Eight... A spurt rushed out, crashing against the porcelain. Seven... Six... Five... Her hind hooves uncrossed, spreading as widely as they could. Four... Three... Two... Rainbow Dash forced her hooves into her bladder. One! An jet of hot pee rushed out of her, uninterrupted. A wave of relief and ecstacy crashed inside RD's mind, she removed her forehooves, trying to keep the feeling alive longer. Her head fell back, a small smile on her face. "I really need to do this more often." She sighed. Soon, the powerful jet soon came to a trickle. RD cleaned herself up, flushed the toilet then went out into the living room. A line of wet spots had been trailed across the living room, a particularly large one on and in front of the couch. Celestia, I made a mess.
  21. spiritedpearl

    Holding Contest-Loser?

    Hi guys. Having a contest and need ideas for what happens to the loser. Our limits are nothing public. Semi-public is okay for me. We want to do more holds..so let us know some ideas.
  22. So there was this xtube video a while back where there was this woman who sat down in a semi bottomless chair, wearing crothless pants, holding her pee till she absolutely couldn’t. The video was split into 2 parts. One was like thirty some minutes long, and the second I can’t remember for sure how long, I think it was about in the twenties. This has always been my most favorite omo video ever. Holding till they utterly cant while leaking and spurting makes it super enjoyable for me. I wish I remembered to ask about this video sooner! I hope someone can find it for me! Itd be much appreciated!
  23. Desperate School Day Amy walked into Odette high school, today was her first day at this new school. She was wearing a floral pastel pink tee shirt with black skinny jeans. She had blonde hair,green eyes, and a petite body. Amy made her way to the school office."Excuse me, I'm new here. Would you happen to have a schedule?" She asked. The office lady nodded and quickly handed her a schedule. "We have a student who will show you around." A nerdy looking guy appeared seemingly out of nowhere and introduced himself. He explained everything to her and walked her to her class. She thanked him and made her way into the classroom, full with students by now. "Ah you must be Amy, I am Mrs. Baines. Please take a seat." The teacher said. Amy took her seat and noticed the students whispering to each other and staring at her. She blushed and took out a textbook for the class and pretended to be reading it. After a few minutes the students seemed to grow bored and began paying attention to the lesson again. Amy breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully this class would go well. A few minutes into the lesson and Amy noticed a strange heaviness in her bladder region. That was strange she had only gone to the bathroom before she came to school. Which wasn't too long ago, she couldn't possibly have to go again. Amy glanced at the clock, wondering when class would be over. What should she do? [Take out a water bottle from her backpack and take a few gulps] [Raise her hand to go to the bathroom] [Other, please specify]
  24. Sexy Jennifer holding pee double crossing legs. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDuWh2SPoAs
  25. igottago123

    female Currently Holding It

    I've been holding it since about 7 AM and it is now about 5:22 PM and I kinda have to go. I drank a glass of milk, some water from the water fountain (no idea how much), an arizona, and two large glasses of water when I got home. I'm not desperate, but I'm at the point where I would go if I was on a road trip or something (if I wasn't so turned on by desperation). Hold with me, give me challenges because I have a decently large bladder, etc. Maybe this can turn into a holding contest if I don't get desperate too fast! Essentially the goal of this is that I want to get super super super desperate and eventually wet myself, so again, give me challenges and stuff! Thanks!