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Hi, it's me, Spectre! For the past few years now, I've been using Garry's Mod as an art tool to make some pretty cool stuff. Recently I've even started using it to make Omorashi art, and I figured it's time for me to share it. I'm still learning, so expect a little bit of jank in some of the stuff here. I'm not taking requests or anything of the sort at the moment. I'm sorta just doing my own thing. But here’s some things you can expect to see, or also stuff to keep in mind incase I do Requests or Comms in the future: I do mostly wetting, but occasionally I’ll make stuff that contains nudity. Either exposed genitals or breasts. Sometimes I’ll make male stuff, but only on Twinks, Femboys or general Pretty Boys. I can’t make messing I won’t make content on any furry or MLP characters. You’ll only see humans or humanoid aliens and fantasy creatures… and androids😉

Hi everyone. So uh... Turns out writing omo fictions is really fun, so I wrote another one (first one here). I think this one' turned out a little shorter and to the point than the first one; which I think was its biggest weakness. I'm still learning though, so criticism is appreciated. Lastly, I might write a part two based on the feedback. Enjoy. # Hi. My name's Ocean, and I'd like to tell you guys about one of the most memorable events of my high school life involving me and one of my teachers. Here we go. Most people I know seem to consider high school as one of the best periods of their lives. I can see where they're coming from; it's our last chance to have some fun before the stress of life inevitably comes crashing down on us, but my high school life was generally pretty uneventful. My grades were good, but as an introvert with basically no friends, I was constantly bored. One thing I always looked forward to, however, was the club activities. I used to be a real jack of all trades when it came to my hobbies, so a lot of different clubs would also appreciate my participation and efforts. My favorite was definitely the theater club, which was mainly responsible for preparing and presenting historical plays, small-scale oratorios, musicals and things alike to be performed in front of the school during special holidays. In addition to me and a small group of other faithful students, perhaps the most dedicated person in the club was our literature teacher, Miss Keller. She was the headteacher of the club, and was responsible for everything from directing the plays to choosing what roles each of us would play and a lot more. Not many students liked her, as her demeanor could come off as a little too strict, even harsh at times, but she was really good at her job and that alone made her invaluable in my eyes. I myself did not particularly like working with her, but she had my utmost respect for her determination regardless. Anyway, the school had asked us to perform a historical play for the national independence day. A week before the day, me and the rest of the club were staying in after school to rehearse, Miss Keller included. I remember she acted particularly irritated that day, but I thought it was understandable given her personality and the fact that the day of the show was getting near. I was rehearsing lines with a few other members in the theater room as I heard the sound of Miss Keller's high heels approach closer. She entered shortly after with a large cup of coffee in her hand. “Places everyone, places, we don't have much time.“ she ordered us immediately as she took her seat. We took our places immediately. Miss Keller took a look at the stage and paused abruptly. “Wait... where are all the stage decorations? Who here was in charge of them?“ I was, but she had never told me to have them ready for today, so I had assumed we would just rehearse without them. “It's me, Miss,” I stepped forward. “Buy they're locked in the storage room in the basement of the gym building, and our P.E. teacher Mrs. Monroe has the only key, so...“ “So..?“ she interrupted me. “Go get the key from her and get everything in here right now.“ “Umm... Her last class ended a few minutes ago, so she's probably on her way home by now,“ I answered. Miss Keller sighed deeply and shook her head in disappointment before taking out her phone and calling the P.E. teacher. “Ocean, come with me to the gym building. Mrs. Monroe is on her way back; we'll meet her there. Rest of you, keep practicing lines and DON'T go anywhere until I get back, understood?“ Miss Keller told everyone with a firm tone, before grabbing her cup of coffee and gesturing me to follow her to the gym. As she walked in front of me, I got to take a good look at her outfit; I always admired her her sense of fashion. On that day, she had the most fabulous grey suit skirt-blazer combination with a white blouse, complimented by transparent stockings and black high-heels, with just enough makeup and accessories to accentuate her natural beauty. The clicking of her heels echoing in the empty corridors, combined with her gorgeous figure for her age, was almost hypnotizing to watch. I only hoped she would keep sipping her coffee on the way instead of turning around, so I could watch and appreciate her beauty all the way to there, and she did just that. She threw the empty cup in a trashcan as we went down the stairs to the basement of the gym building. Mrs. Monroe was waiting in front of the door with her arms crossed and tapping her feet with an impatient expression in her face. "Thanks Beth," Miss Keller smiled at the woman as she took the key. "Sorry for bringing you all the way back here... "Yeah, I was halfway home already..." Mrs. Monroe remarked in disappointment. "Just hurry up." "You don't have to wait for us, we might take a while..." Miss Keller suggested before unlocking the door and giving the key back to her. "Here you go." "Alright then, just make sure you don't accidentally close the door behind you; the door is broken and won't open from the inside without a key, and I really wouldn't want to come all the way back for a second time." She took the key back and made her way upstairs. "See you tomorrow, Diane." "We'll keep that in mind, Mrs. Monroe," I answered since Miss Keller had already stepped into the storage room to look for the decorations. "Have a nice day." "You too, Ocean." And thus, we started gathering up the things needed for the stage. Miss Keller was like a kid at the candy store; running from one corner of the room to the other excitedly, grabbing all kinds of stage equipment and piling them up next to the door. That enthusiasm, dedication and focus on the task at hand was precisely why I liked working with her. That dedication would always show up in the results of her work too; the plays we performed would always be met with a big wave of applause. I got woken up from my long stare of admiration with a strong wind on my back, followed by a loud bang coming from behind. Me and Mrs. Keller jumped and turned back to look, startled by the sound, to see that the door had now closed behind us. Both of us let out an almost simultaneous "Oh no." "Ocean, I told you to put something in front of the door so it wouldn't shut, weren't you listening?" "I did, Miss, but it must have been too light..." I was sure she didn't actually tell me to do anything, but I had still put a box in between the door and its frame. It was now nowhere to be seen though, so I assumed it must have been swept away by the momentum of the door and was now outside. I ran up to the door and tried opening it with all my strength, but just like Mrs. Monroe warned us, it wouldn't budge an inch. "We can't waste our time here..." Miss Keller shook her head an sighed. "Ocean, do you have your phone with you? Mine's in my purse upstairs; call one of your friends and tell them to find and bring back Mrs. Monroe before she's on her way back home." I pulled out my phone from my pocket, but as I had suspected, I saw a "no signal" sign in the corner of my screen. We were technically two floors underground, after all. I shook my head. "I can't get a signal..." "You can't be serious right now..." Miss Keller mumbled under her breath as she hastily walked towards the door. "Hello? Anybody out there?" she yelled through the small keyhole as she lightly banged on the door. No answer. "Well, somebody from the club should eventually notice us gone, right? They know we'd be down here too," I tried looking things on the bright side. "I guess we'll just have to wait..." "I guess so..." Miss Keller answered with another deep sigh. I pulled out two chairs from under the pile of decorations and gym equipment and we sat down and started waiting; with me mostly on my phone trying to pass the time, and Miss Keller crossing her arms and impatiently tapping her fingers, looking around to find something to distract herself. In the next fifteen minutes or so, I had noticed Miss Keller starting to get increasingly restless. It was a simple leg cross first. And then her finger tapping became more frequent. A small shift of her butt in her seat here, a little rubbing of her thighs there. I didn't mind any of it all that much; after all, there was nothing much to do in here while we waited, and most of anyone, let alone a woman as hot-blooded as Miss Keller, would naturally feel impatient. After a few more minutes of the same shifting and shuffling around, Miss Keller stood up from her seat and started pacing up and down the room, with her arms still crossed in front of her. The sound of her heels were like the ticking of a clock in the silence of the empty storage room, almost hypnotizing. I don't usually like small talk, but this time, I felt like breaking the silence, in an attempt to pass the time a little. “Everyone sure is taking too long to notice we are still gone, aren't they..?“ I tried easing the tension in the air with a hearty smile. “Yeah...“ Miss Keller answered without turning around. “Well, you did technically tell them to not leave for anywhere until you have returned; but still, maybe someone should have checked by now.“ "Yes, they really should have..." she answered through her teeth as she stopped her pacing. She leaned back against the wall and stood with her legs and arms crossed. "Ocean, could you check if your phone has signal again..?" "Still no luck, I'm afraid..." At that point, the shift on her voice and expression from restless to downright anxious had caught my attention. Could she be cold? Maybe she was claustrophobic? Or maybe she had to use the bathroom? You know... that actually sounded rather plausible. Come to think of it, I had never seen Miss Keller without a coffee cup in her hand, and today was no exception. Hey, didn't she even have a large empty cup in her hand right before we were locked in here? Anyway, we spent the next ten or fifteen minutes chatting about random stuff, but I could tell she was getting increasingly distracted because of what I presumed to be a rapidly filling bladder, and I was getting distracted from watching her silent struggle with great interest. I could have just let her be until someone eventually found us, but part of me just couldn't help it. I wanted to both confirm my suspicion and to have a grown woman admit to her need in front of me. I know. I'm ashamed of it too. "Umm, are you alright, Miss?" I asked her with my most innocent expression. "You seem a little restless..." "Well duh," She turned to me in disappointment, but I could have sworn I saw an ever so subtle hint of embarrassment in her eyes. "We've been stuck here for almost half an hour; that's precious time we could have spent rehearsing." "Right..." Something told me that wasn't the real reason, and her body language confirmed it even more as she stopped pacing to take a seat and double-cross her legs even tighter than before. But this time, she was also lightly tapping her feet. Every time she shifted her position, I could see her looking at me discreetly to make sure I wouldn't notice. But of course I did. Time kept passing with still no help in sight; with Miss Keller's restlessness and nervous sighs becoming more frequent with each second. Despite her best efforts to hide her predicament, the signs had now become a lot more obvious; with her body leaning forward every now and then, and rocking back and forth in the chair when it wasn't. I secretly wondered if it would ever get so bad that she would have no choice but to openly admit to her need; but other than that, I had no intention of making it harder than it already was for her; so I decided to check my phone signal again—still no luck. "I still can't get a signal..." I sighed in slightly faked disappointment. Miss Keller somewhat panicked as she saw me directly looking at her, and did her best to regain her composure and stop her fidgeting. She did so somewhat successfully, yet she was now sitting very tensely and her legs were trembling form being clenched so tightly. She gave a slight nod and averted her gaze, secretly hoping I would look anywhere else but her. As I pretended to turn my attention elsewhere, I saw her immediately continue to fidget around with increased intensity to regain the control lost from having to sit still for a bit. I turned my back on her to give her some breathing room, walked over to the door and banged on it. "Helloooo..." I yelled through the keyhole. "Is anybody there..?" Miss Keller leaned forward towards the door and looked at me while she held still in expectation; hoping some passerby would notice and come down to check, a janitor or a wandering student perhaps. But there was no answer. I faintly heard her mumble "Fuck..." under her breath, before continuing to fidget and rock back and forth. "Miss Keller, are you sure you're alright..?" I asked her once again. I was expecting her to go back to her tense-but-still pose once again; but this time, she did not—or could not— stop wiggling her butt and rubbing her thighs. It must have been getting real difficult if her urge was at the point where she couldn't stop squirming in front of one of her students as a teacher. It was starting to get rather exciting. "Do you need anything..?" "No, Ocean; I'm alright, thanks..." She tried reassuring me. "Though I would really prefer if we could get out of here soon; we've got plenty of work to do..." Yeah right, work is definitely the reason you want to get out. "Yeah," I nodded. "Are you cold? There should be a few jackets over there from the basketball team; I could find one for you if you'd like," I suggested as I pretended I was only now noticing her squirming, and not from the beginning. "I'm fine," She denied her increasingly obvious predicament at first. "Are you sure?" I don't know what came over me, but I kept looking at her as if I was expecting an explanation. I prepared myself for a scolding. "I said I'm fine, Ocean." She answered with a firm tone, but I could see her debate for a few seconds whether to come clean or not. "I suppose I could use a trip to the ladies' room, but it's alright." "Oh, umm..." I tried my best to hide my excitement upon hearing those words as Miss Keller blushed visibly in embarrassment. "Somebody will notice we're gone sooner or later, right? I'm sure they won't be long," I added with a comforting smile. "I certainly hope so..." Miss Keller answered with a nervous smile of her own. I wasn't sure if I should have struck up a conversation to pass the time, or leave her be so she could focus on her efforts of holding. I decided to go with the latter and kept myself busy on my phone instead. Minutes passed as silence filled the room; occasionally broken by Miss Keller's constant shuffling around, fidgeting and nervous sighs. Twenty minutes later and still with no help in sight, I was starting to get bored myself. My phone didn't have much battery left; so I had to put it away and only check it every few minutes to see if I could get a signal. That left me with only one source of entertainment; watching my literature teacher fight a valiant battle against the inevitable call of nature. It looked like she was losing however; as her fidgeting had now turned into an almost constant crossing and uncrossing of her legs, only interrupted by the occasional wiggling of her butt or a shift in her position. Her hands were also tightly pressed onto her lap over her skirt, wishing they could just slide through her skirt and aid her in keeping the gates shut. "Ocean..." Miss Keller's voice was starting to shake considerably. "Do you still have no service on your phone..?" "I'm afraid not, Miss..." I answered, which got an audible groan out of her. "And the door still isn't working..?" Of course it wasn't working; there had been no changes in our situation since the door closed behind us; she couldn't be expecting the lock to magically fix itself after all. I felt like that question just showed how dire her situation must have been, as she started to realize holding it in until somebody finds us may not have been possible and was now looking for other solutions to relieve herself. I went to try the door again anyway, but the result was the same. "Still locked..." She gave a nervous nod, and instead of continuing to sit and squirm, she stood up and began pacing up and down the room once again, albeit much faster this time. A few steps, a pause, leg cross, a few hops from foot to foot, knees rubbing together... Nothing seemed to be working. She and I both knew there was one and only one solution for relief; to empty her bladder before her body chose to do it involuntarily. She must have realized she was running out of options as she started looking around the room. "Looking for something, Miss?" "No, not really; just looking for something to pass the time," she answered; but obviously, that was a lie. I knew full well she was looking for something to empty her bladder into, in case things got to that point. I also instinctively looked around, but all I could see was classic storage equipment, a few chairs, a pile of stage decorations, some basketball equipment... Wait, basketball! That's it! "Miss Keller," I chimed in excitement. "It's really not a good time, Ocean..." Miss Keller replied all the while continuing her pee dance. "No, I just remembered; today's Tuesday, which means the basketball team will soon be here for training." Her eyes lit up. "And they most certainly would have a key; since all their training equipment's stored here." I gestured around the room. "Oh thank god..." she sighed in relief. "What time do they begin?" "Let me check..." I looked at my phone. "They should be starting at around 4:00 p.m., so about half an hour." "Oh no..." Miss Keller mumbled under her breath as her shoulders dropped. "So just another thirty minutes and I can pe—I mean we can finally get out, right..?" Nice save Miss Keller, nice save. "I would say so, yeah." "Okay..." She whispered to herself with a deep sigh before sitting back down. But instead of crossing her legs or rubbing her thighs together, she took one of her high heels off. She folded her leg underneath her butt, sat directly on top of her heel and kept wriggling and squirming in that position. Her newfound holding method only seemed to be effective for a little less than fifteen minutes, however, as she suddenly stood up and went back to a much more frantic pee dance. She could not stand still for a second; she kept walking around the room with small but quick steps almost constantly, aside from a few times where she would stop, tightly press her thighs together while bouncing up and down before resuming. "Ocean... How much time until they arrive?" Miss Keller asked, almost with a begging tone; as if I could do anything to make help come faster. "Another fifteen minutes, Miss," I replied after checking my phone. "But somebody should come a few minutes earlier to grab the equipment if I'm not mistaken." You're doing great, Miss Keller; don't give up. "No, I can't—" Miss Keller lifted up her skirt and tightly squeezed her crotch over her underwear with one hand; while frantically rummaging through the stuff in the storage room to presumably find something to relieve herself in. "Miss, don't tell me you're—" I froze in shock as she pulled out a large empty water bottle and opened it up while continuing her frantic pee dance. I could see she had mere seconds left; as she was too desperate to even mind the embarrassment of being watched by one of her students. She gave me a quick look. "Ocean, don't look—" I turned my back on her to give her some much needed privacy, but I saw her pull down her pantyhose and underwear with one hand, while having the other firmly glued to her peehole in the corner of my eye. Not even a second later, I heard a loud hiss followed by the sound of her impressive stream hitting the bottle. I swear if I wasn't there to see it myself, I could have sworn somebody had left a garden hose on somewhere. She must have peed for at least a good minute or so, before I heard the stream slowly die down into a trickle, and eventually stop as I heard Miss Keller give a deep sigh of relief. Honestly, I had no idea what to do or say—it's not every day that you see one of your teachers almost piss themselves only to barely make it to a bottle, after all— so I just stood there and waited for Miss Keller to catch her breath, pull her panties back up and put her skirt down, barely seeing anything out of the corner of my eye. I'm certain I've never experienced a more awkward moment in my entire life. "Ocean..." Miss Keller would be the one to break the silence. "If you tell anyone about about this—" "Don't worry Miss," I assured her. "If anyone asks, we just rehearsed some lines to pass the time; nothing else happened." "Thank you..." "Though you might want to... *ahem*... hide the evidence." I pointed at the bottle filled with Miss Keller's crystal clear urine. "Right..." Miss Keller averted her gaze as her cheeks flushed. She took the bottle almost filled to the brim, and put it in her purse. A few minutes later, I've heard the faint echoes of someone walking down the stairs towards the storage room. I stood up in excitement and walked to the door. "Hello..." I yelled as I gestured Miss Keller towards the door. She also stood up. "...is someone there..?" I heard the footsteps get quicker, followed shortly after by the sound of keys jingling and a second later, the door opened. We were greeted by a disappointed Mrs. Monroe. "You closed the door behind you, didn't you?" Mrs. Monroe asked with her arms crossed, with a textbook expression of 'I told you so' written all over her face. "Yeah," I replied. "Sorry..." "Don't apologize to me; I wasn't the one getting stuck down here," She looked at Miss Keller staring at the ground behind me. "You alright, Diane?" "Yeah, I'm fine." Miss Keller went back to her usual uncaring demeanor; as if she wasn't the one who almost completely embarrassed herself mere minutes ago. It was quite impressive. "I'd like to get out of here, though; I've got students waiting for me." "Alright then. Sorry for the door still, I suppose. I'll see you around." Mrs. Monroe walked past us and started grabbing the training equipment. Me and Miss Keller walked up the stairs and finally got outside, with the evening sunlight hitting our eyes. Miss Keller turned to me as we walked. "Ocean, could you please tell the other students they can go home for today?" She seemed tired; rather understandably. "We'll continue the rehearsals tomorrow." "Of course," I replied. "And umm..." "Don't worry, Miss," I gave her a warm smile. "I won't tell anybody." "Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow." She returned my smile and headed for the parking lot. I walked towards the school building, with my hands in my pockets and a stupid unexplainable smirk on my face. Of course I wouldn't tell anyone. That precious memory would be mine, and mine alone, to enjoy for the rest of my life. THE END

This is my last new series for a while, and unlike my other works, it is an anthology series. This means that none of the characters have to come back, and each chapter can be unrelated to the last. Completely open to viewer support, this also gives you, the reader, the chance to ask for a scenario and potentially have it featured! All characters must be over 18. Feel free to DM or comment with said ask. As always, feedback is not only welcome but appreciated The Student-Teacher Bond Late-spring mornings can be deceptive. They start out cool and misty, then heat up with the sun. It made the afternoon unbearable, and summer vacation essential. Just as essential was preparation for a hot classroom. A cold, iced morning coffee and a thermos full of ice water was the perfect solution. After nearly a decade of teaching, nothing surprised Elizabeth Oliver anymore, especially not the lack of air conditioning at Howe Highschool. What did take her this morning was the appearance of Barbara Stern in the teacher’s lounge. “Barbra? Tired of retirement already?” The old teacher laughed “Just about. They have me subbing today.” Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. She wasn’t aware of anyone taking the day off. “For who?” “You.” This took Elizabeth by surprise, which she quickly dissipated with the realization of what it was. “Don’t tell me they picked me to proctor?” Barbra nodded, Elizabeth groaned. She paused “Well, at least it’s you. We’ve got a test next week, you’ve got the lesson plan?” Barbra gave the much younger teacher a look. One of a quiet knowing “Right. Like I said. I’m glad its you.” Elizabeth took a long drink from her thermos. “My advise Beth? As someone who’s had to proctor these state exams, they don’t let you out either. Make sure you refill that before you go in.” “Wasn’t you who had that student pass out from dehydration, was it?” “No, but I nearly did. Make sure your students have plenty too.” Elizabeth nodded. It was going to be a quiet morning. ############################# Megan knew her mother would kill her if she caught her buying energy drinks. But it was Megan’s own money, and she was 18 now, so it was her choice. She knew it’d be hot in that room, so two ice cold ones would do. The trip up to Howe Highschool was a short one. Despite the morning school traffic, the gas station from which she made her purchase was only a short drive away. It made her feel like an adult, to park the car and get herself situated. Independent and free. Quickly hopping out of the car, she called to her friend Emily before they entered the building. “Hey short-stuff! Wait up!” The small girl in spandex turned around, smiling but blushing “Don’t call me that!” “What? Afraid Mike ‘ll hear?” “Yes! Your mom let you take the car?” The building was already hotter than the outdoors. Both could feel it as they crossed through the double doors. “Yeah. I might leave after the test.” “Oh yeah, that’s right. You’ve got the make-up for the C.A.N.T, right?” The two stopped in the hallway, Emily put her bag into her locker and grabbed her books for her first class “Why do you think I have these?” Megan held up her energy drinks “Don’t let coach see you with those! She’ll make you drink extra water!” “I know. Been having water since I got up. I’m seriously peeing like every five minutes!” “Speaking of which, I’m going before cla-“ The bell rang, breaking their conversation. Emily continued “Guess I’ll be late. You’ve got to head out, They lock you out of those, and I heard you’ve got Ms. Oliver!” Megan groaned, she could already feel her bladder reacting to her recently finished water bottle. She followed Emily to the bathroom but passed by “Gonna have to be quick, you know she’s a stickler for rules!” Emily replied, but Megan was walking too quickly to hear it as she made her way to her state test. As she opened the heavy door, Megan was surprised to be the only student there. Ms. Oliver sat at a steel desk facing the doorway. Megan picked a seat somewhat near her, a few rows back. “Were we expecting a full class?” She asked “You and five others.” Ms. Oliver spoke curtly Megan nodded. “If it’s ok with you, may I use the bathroom real quick?” “No. Doors lock in two” “It’ll be quick-“ “You’ve already wasted a minute talking.” Ms. Oliver cut her off and ended the conversation. Megan was sure she’d be ok, but she’d feel better if she was allowed to go. The two sat silent for a moment. Ms. Oliver sipped from her thermos and Megan from her energy drink. Standing, Ms. Oliver grabbed a sheet of paper from her desk and walked over to the door, locking it. Walking back to the front of the classroom, she began to read from the paper, speaking in an authoritative tone. “I’ve now locked the door, The test will begin shortly. There will be no phone or mobile device use, nor is any student permitted to leave the testing are without forfeiting their work…” As Ms. Oliver read on, Megan tiled her energy drink towards herself and gulped down a large quantity to prepare herself. It would be a long test. ########################## Megan looked at the clock. Nearly a half an hour had passed. The heat of the room was starting to get to her. She had already finished one drink and was working on another. She felt warm, and the can was covered in moisture and sweat. She looked at Ms. Oliver. Her teacher was finishing her thermos, taking a large enough sip that it clinked off of her thin glasses. She looked at Megan. “Eyes on your test.” Megan raised her hand quickly “Can you open the window? It’s a little warm.” With this request, Ms. Oliver complied. Both teacher and student had downed a considerable amount of fluid and each was just hoping they felt warm from the heat of the room. Megan looked back at her test. 57 down, 200 to go…it was going to be a long test. Megan checked the clock. Feeling the first hint of her filled bladder. She looked at her now empty energy drink. She could feel its effects as she started to jitter from the caffeine. She tapped her pencil on the desk, the yellow utensil clacking off of the plastic desk. As her water and energy drink continued to push into her bladder, Megan countered sightly using her womanly muscles. A dull ache, it remained as she pressed on through her next set of questions. The room was still hot. Against her better judgement, she took another sip from her other energy drink. The can was coated with moisture, and the liquid did little to cool her body. A silence came back over the room as Megan returned to her work. Another question in and the quiet was broken by Ms. Oliver, who suddenly stood. Megan looked up, watching her proctor straighten her red blouse and press her black pencil skirt. She walked over to Megan, her heels knocking against the linoleum floor. She stood by the student, looking over her test. Megan found it hard to continue to work with the added supervision, and her mind wandered back to her bladder. A constant heavy feeling had settled in her abdomen, and Megan wondered if her tight, dark, jeans were too tight. A finger made its way across the desk and pointed at her test. Ms. Oliver gave her a complement “Nice job on this one. You’ll get there. Stay focused.” It was slightly out of the ordinary for Ms. Oliver, but Megan took the complement. She looked at her teacher, her eyes at thigh level, noticing Ms. Oliver’s pantyhose-clad legs shaking slightly. Megan looked up, Ms. Oliver smiled, blushing from embarrassment and walked back to her desk. Megan worked, but each question was seemingly taking longer. The heat of the room didn’t help. She wanted to drink, but couldn’t. The chair was uncomfortable. She dug her knuckles into her back to ease her muscles, but as she pressed into her back it was as though she had pushed her water forward. She cringed and shot her body forward. Rubbing her thighs together in an odd attempt to repel her advancing urine. Ms. Oliver looked over at the noise. Megan gave a look of an apology. Ms. Oliver looked at the mounted clock on the wall. “You have two hours remaining.” Megan looked back at the questions she had filled in. She could finish on time, she knew that. But she was slowing down. Her bladder weighed her mind down as well as her body. Like running underwater, Megan slowly felt her mind unable to press through her growing need. She peered at Ms. Oliver, her teacher was as stiff as a statue, Megan could hear her breathing. “Finish your test.” Ms. Oliver could feel Megan’s eyes looking at her “May I please go to the bathroom?” It was worth it to ask “Are you forfeiting your test?” “No…” “Then you may not. We can make it.” We? Megan reviewed her test. Nearly at question one hundred. Nearly halfway. The only problem was her bladder, which was filled entirely. Tap. Tap. Tap. Megan bounced her pencil off of the desk. Anything to keep her mind off of her pain. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. She felt hot, sticky, sweaty. The open window did nothing to help. She leaned forward, her white shirt was damp from absorbing her body heat. She adjusted in her chair, moving forward. Balling her hand into a fist and pressing it into her thigh, Megan hoped the new sensation would distract her from the tightness of her full bladder. It did not. She could feel the heat from her genitals as she dug harder into her thigh. She at the clock again. The rhythmic ticking soothing her somewhat. Ms. Oliver stood sharply. Stiffly, she preened her outfit. Megan observed as she walked towards the clock, her legs crossing with each slow step. She stood, staring at the clock as it continued to tick. Not realizing that Megan was watching, she dug her hand into her crotch, bunching her black pencil skirt into her crotch and bent forward. “A-are y…you ok?” Megan asked “F-f-fine.” Ms. Oliver pointed, blushing “Test.” Megan nodded and put her head back down. She still saw Ms. Oliver out of the corner of her eye. Her proctor paced, her heels making a racket as she paced. Megan looked up again, watching as Ms. Oliver grabbed at the hiem of her skirt. “Stop looking at me! I-I’ll forfeit you if you do that again!” She barked at Megan Megan smacked her dry lips. The room was hot, she was sweaty and dehydrated. Yet couldn’t drink. While answering a question on Macbeth, Megan felt a rush of hot liquid run towards her opening. She clenched, tighter than before. Still dry. Moments later, another wave of desperation came over her, this one stronger than before. She felt a hot, burning sensation as she fought hard to counter the strong urge to pee. She dug her hand in harder, wincing as she put some pressure on her swollen abdomen. Megan looked. Her bladder was protruding from her shirt, her jeans digging in. She rubbed it. Another wave. First a warm sensation that covered her body, then a cool one. Time stood still. She swallowed. Another question. Having lost track of time, Megan’s mind could only concentrate on one thing and that was not releasing her pee. Of all the times she had been desperate in her life, she couldn’t think of one that was worse. It hurt. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. I really have to pee. The same two phrases dominated Megan’s mind. She hadn’t answered a question in sometime. She just wanted to hold it. Her concentration was broken by a sudden gasp. She looked at Ms. Oliver Her teacher quickly launched from her desk chair, legs twisted like a vine around each other. Her hands buried deep into her crotch. She shook visibly. She picked up the landline on her desk. Megan heard her whisper “Please come up here and relieve me…” Ms. Oliver hissed into the receiver Whatever the response was, she didn’t like it. Groaning, Ms. Oliver slammed the phone back down. She shook where she stood. Megan tried again, hoping the obvious predicament they were both in would lead her to relief. “Ms. Oliver, I really have to go-“ “Stop! Stop! Stop talking about pee…” “But I did-“ “Finish your test!” As Ms. Oliver spoke, Megan could see a small streak of discoloration maneuver down one of her legs before she quickly sat back down. What made it worse, was the Megan knew she was next. She sat on the heel of her sneaker. Temporary relief. She struggled. Megan rocked on her heel, hand pressed firmly into her crotch. Ms. Oliver stood again. Megan watched her teacher pace around the front of the room again. Starting to feel dizzy. Lightheaded. Megan needed support. The desk. She grabbed it with all her might, her knuckles turning white. Her pencil rolled off her desk. She wanted to grab it. But she couldn’t move. She made one final plea. “Ms. Oliver please! I…I really have to-“ Megan stopped her words. Her mind went blank, unable to comprehend what she was hearing. A loud splatter erupted from where her teacher was standing. A two-pronged stream shot from under her skirt, loudly starting a puddle. Smaller streams and streaks began to splatter and drip from her backside. In shame she covered her face with her both her hands. Turning beet red, all student and teacher could hear was her pent up pee smacking the floor with a splash. Her panty-house were ruined as wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. “A-ahhh! F-n-no!” Ms. Oliver crossed her legs, the main flow of clear urine now spraying down her legs as it slowed. She gripped the front of her skirt and managed to stop it. Bending over her desk, she looked back at Megan. “I-I’m sorry…” Dead silence. Time stood still. The only noise was the sound of Ms. Oliver’s jilted, stunted breathing. Bothe teacher and student shook, their muscles at their limits. Megan couldn’t help but feel a moist sensation in her own panties. She felt. Watching her teacher leak had let some out. She felt better. She closed her eyes, and relaxed a little. Another spirt. It was delightful. Some more. And more. Megan looked down as she opened her eyes. The field hockey captain now had a dark patch on her jeans. She wanted to let it all out. She didn’t care anymore. Her teacher had leaked and now so had she. Her emotions took over. Relief, embarrassment, jubilation. It was too much for her young mind. Megan began to sniffle as she cried. As she felt the tickling sensation escape her labia, she stated a fact though muffled tears “I’m gonna pee my pants…” Again, it wasn’t her that took the spotlight, but her teacher. Clear urine had begun to flow freely from Ms. Oliver, starting a new puddle just a few inches from the last. This time, she had a partner as she whispered. “You’re not the only one…” Megan shook. At this point, she was more or less forcing herself to pee. It hurt too much to hold it, and she wasn’t the only one. But rationalizing it didn’t help as she watched a yellowish puddle expand from her seated thighs. Her jeans were warm, soaked and darkened at the crotch. Her entire lap was covered in a darkened cloud from the storm she was unleashing. The puddle expanded, moving slowly as she released, heading for the edge of her chair. Megan was nowhere near done as she felt it expand off of the sides of her chair. With nowhere else to go, it began to drip and splatter onto the calves of her jeans. They darkened somewhat, though inconsistently as a puddle also formed under her chair. Having caught the majority of her forcible pee, the chair began to leak down the front, and her entire seat dripped as Megan emptied her bladder into her pants. Megan put her head down. She sniffled, unable to keep her emotions in check. As she hugged her head with her hands, she could feel the tears on her cheeks. And odd sensation as her jeans cooled. Through coughs and wails she could only make out the word sorry. The only word she was capable of even conceiving through her sorrow. Megan felt a gentle hand on her back, her breathing was still irregular even as her most dramatic convulsions were subsiding. She heard Ms. Oliver whisper “It’s ok. Megan, its over. I won’t judge you…” Megan looked up at her teacher, their eyes meeting. Ms. Oliver still had her hand on Megan’s shoulder “Finished?” Megan nodded “Here.” Ms. Oliver motioned for her to stand Taken by surprised for the second time that day, Ms. Oliver received a hug from her student, even as she still cried. “Megan, it’s ok. It’s a stupid rule and I’m sorry. It got me too…but I’m going to make it up to you.” Megan removed herself from the embrace and looked at her teacher. “If you let me change in here, and finish your test, I’ll make sure no one ever knows about this. And you can be dismissed for the day.” Megan nodded, still glassy-eyed. Ms. Oliver hiked up her skirt and stepped out of her heels. Megan moved seats as her teacher shimmied out of her pantyhose and panties. Tossing them into one of the desk drawers, Ms. Oliver reassured her pupil. “It’ll be our little secret.” The two smiled as Ms. Oliver pulled her skirt back down. She’d go the rest of the day without panties, discovering the freedom it gave her to forgo them entirely. True to her word, no one ever found out about Megan’s accident. There was a rumor about Ms. Oliver, but as time passed, so did the gossip. This was just another chapter in the secret history of Howe High School.

Hi everyone, I'm new on the forums but have always been into female desperation and wetting. If you haven't already done so you can read my introduction about my interests and why I decided to join here: In this post I'll try and recount some of the desperation experiences from my first girlfriend - let's call her Louise - and share them as best I can. Please bear in mind that although everything I post will be 100% real, this stuff happened a long time ago so my memory on some of the very specific details is lacking in places. Louise and I got together when were in 6th form college and were both in our late teens. She was reasonably tall, definitely over average height for a girl, and of medium build. She had long brown hair that came down well below her shoulders, and a juicy round butt (or what she called her 'fat arse'!) We were both into what would be deemed alternative / punk music and went to a lot of gigs, and her style was definitely more punky / rock / skate chic than mainstream fashion and it suited her. She had medium sized breasts (B to C cup) and was quite attractive overall. A few months into our relationship I had started to stay over at her place on occasional nights (we both still lived with our patents houses at this stage). On one of these nights I was more than surprised to discover that she had a plastic sheet on her bed. Now for someone who had always been incredibly turned on by thoughts of female desperation and wetting (including bedwetting) this was incredibly exciting and unexpected! But I was also more than embarrassed at the thought of ever sharing this fetish with anyone and the idea of anyone finding out about it was mortifying to me, so I didn't really know what to do with this new information! I obviously decided to take a bit of a chance because I asked her about the plastic sheet. Thankfully she didn't seem too phased by my question (she probably knew I'd discover the sheet seeing as I was spending a lot of time there) and told me casually that she used to frequently wet the bed and only stopped when she was about 13. Discovering that my girlfriend wet the bed well into high school definitely turned me on, but it didn't really answer the question as to why she still needed the sheet now that she was 17 or 18. Her reply was along the lines of "oh I still can't be trusted!" which implied to me that occasional bed wettings were still very much a possibility! Wow! I had grown up obsessed with the idea of girls wetting themselves and now I had my very own girlfriend who not only used to wet the bed but decided she wasn't quite ready to sleep without a protective sheet! As exciting as all this was to me, I never was lucky enough to witness her actually wetting the bed, even though she obviously thought this was still very much a risk. Maybe she had finally grown out of it by the time we got together, or maybe she was just extra careful not to drink too much fluid on the nights I stayed over, and it still happened occasionally when I wasn't there, but either way it definitely got my attention! Before too long Louise went off to university in a different part of the country, but we kept the relationship alive by seeing each other virtually every weekend. Some weeks I would drive to see her, and other weeks she would catch the train to come and stay with me at my parents house. The journey was between 2 and 3 hours in total, and I would collect her from the train station, which itself was about a 15 minute drive from home. Almost without fail I would pick her up from the station and she would announce that she was "absolutely dying to pee". The train station had toilets, but she said she didn't like to use them because they were 'gross', instead preferring to wait until we got back to the house. Needless to say this was a real bonus for me, because it was a guaranteed 15+ minutes of desperation that I got to witness up close as we drove back, and it happened every few weeks! The best part is that she made very little attempt to hide just how desperate she was. Usually around halfway back she would jam her hand in her crotch while sitting in the passenger seat and start squirming around, while muttering things like "oh god I really have to pee" which drove me wild, and I'd be driving home incredibly turned on by the spectacle. Her mannerism during these 'performances' was hard to put into words, but struck me as a mixture of innocence and immaturity, and she seemed almost child like in the way that she would be grabbing at her crotch in a desperate bid to prevent an accident. When we pulled up at the house she would invariably make a dash inside, throw her bag on the floor and run straight into the bathroom. It was a small house, and my bedroom was right next to the bathroom, so you could hear what was happening in there if you were paying attention (which I most definitely was). She usually wore jeans and a belt with a chunky metal clamp on the front, which was very noisy and jangly when being undone in a hurry. I can vividly recall the sounds of her frantically undoing her belt the second after slamming the door shut, and desperately getting her jeans and panties down before it all came gushing out. The very SECOND those jeans were pulled down I would hear the strongest, loudest hiss of a stream start up as she was finally able to release her pee, followed a split second LATER by the sound of her backside hitting the toilet seat. She would almost always be peeing before she actually sat down! My mind couldn't help but think about the possibility that she had released some pee before she got her panties down, or maybe leaked a little bit she was holding herself in the car. I made it my mission to very discreetly find out. Louise slept in a tight satin nightdress. She had one in pink and one in black and looked incredibly sexy in both. She would often get changed for bed before going into the bathroom to brush her teeth, leaving the underwear she had worn that day in her small overnight bag next to my bed. I was FAR too curious and excited to resist finding her underwear in these few moments that I had by myself to see if she had leaked or had a small accident earlier in the day, but I knew I always had to be quick to avoid being caught! She often wore a thong rather than full panties or knickers, although she did wear those sometimes. I can't recall in detail, although she definitely had a beige satin thong, and one that was purple and black. But whatever she had been wearing, it almost always smelt of pee when she took it off. Sometimes, but not always, there would be a very definite damp patch in the crotch of her underwear - the sight, touch and smell of which was just incredible. So she very definitely leaked quite often when she was desperate, which might have explained all the crotch holding, and perhaps those gushing streams in the bathroom were starting just a little bit before she was able to get her pants down after all - It was almost too good to be true! Her desperation wasn't just reserved for those drives home from the train station either. Very often when we were just relaxing around the house she'd suddenly find herself in a desperate state - perhaps we'd been watching a film or playing a game or something else she didn't want to interrupt - and she'd suddenly announce at the end that she was absolutely busting. Now the house only had one bathroom, and sometimes when she'd suddenly realise or announce that she was desperate the bathroom would be occupied. This would lead to her hopping around my bedroom in discomfort, usually while holding herself between the legs, and often in a state of semi-undress. It would be hard to script a scene that was sexier than that! On one of these very occasions she was clearly in a bit more discomfort than usual, even for her, and to make it worse someone was using the bath and the toilet would therefore be out of bounds for a while longer. She told me she couldn't hold it much longer and simply had to pee, so I suggested we walk to the local pub where she could use their toilet. Obviously a part of me was hoping she wouldn't make it, I think my mind would have exploded if I had witnessed her having a full blown accident, but as strong as my desperation and wetting fetish is, I also don't like to see people I care about in genuine distress, so the rational and compassionate part of me just wanted her to be comfortable and happy as always. It's an internal conflict that I'm sure a few people on here might be able to relate to. I accompanied her to the pub - about a 10 minute walk - and she made it inside and was finally able to go. No dramas. Or so I thought. We didn't stay for a drink or anything and walked straight back once she was done. About halfway home, completely unprompted she said to me "hmm... I think I might have weed a bit in my pants." Through a later discussion - the details of which I don't clearly remember due to the amount of time that has passed - Louise told me that when women are desperate to pee they always leak a little bit, which was news to me! I can't help but think she wasn't speaking on behalf of all women there, but she was clearly speaking from her own experience of regularly having slightly damp underwear! I'll leave it there for now as this post is already a lot longer than I had planned. There are plenty more pee/desperation memories to recall from my time with Louise, including a suspected wetting on a camping trip, a very desperate public pee, a nearly made it story in her uni halls and a laundry basket where I couldn't help taking a quick rummage (and got rewarded) - watch out for part 2 coming soon!

A few months ago I met a guy (let's call him Dave) who I pretty much immediately hit it off with. It was surprising for both of us because neither of us were looking for this sort of thing, but definitely not opposed to it. I became friends with him and it quickly progressed from that to cuddling to more sensual touching. We flirted with each other a lot and ended up mentioning some of the things we were into. But at the point of this story, we hadn't fully listed all our kinks. It was fun slowly getting to know each other in that way. Here's what happened on a particular day towards the beginning of our friendship. Dave is really really cute, and exactly my type. One of the many things that make him so cute to me is his personality. He's incredibly shy and tends to look at me with puppy eyes while blushing. When we were at this stage that the story takes place, he was still shy enough around me that it was obvious he would get that excited nervous butterflies feeling when I paid attention to him. Pretty much every time we saw each other he would end up blushing and smiling to himself. It really melts my heart when he does that. I invited him over for dinner, and afterwards we were sitting in my big recliner together and getting really touchy, slowly taking things further. We were super into it, and the recliner was only barely big enough for both of us to fit in, so we were pressed up against each other. It made it much easier for us to start dry humping. If you've ever dry humped while desperate to pee, you know how it makes it worse. We couldn't take our mouths and hands off each other long enough to say anything. Neither of us wanted to get up either. He was so beautiful and soft to hold in my arms, and I could feel his rock hard dick through his tight skinny jeans pressing down against mine. He was on top of me, grinding his hips down. I could tell he was still nervous though because he was shaking a little. I held him tighter, pulling him closer to me to hopefully comfort him and let him know he was doing great. At the same time, I got more passionate with my dry humping, letting the friction between us make it that much more intense. His dorky nervousness was turning me on in a big way. Eventually he couldn't wait anymore and stopped just long enough to admit he's been desperate to use the bathroom the entire time and was too shy to say anything until it became an emergency. He also admitted that his tight pants were making it way worse and that the feeling of needing to pee so bad made him feel like he was about to cum. He explained all this as he was getting up and walking out of the room, stopping every so often to do a subtle potty dance trying to hold it. It was glaringly obvious he was gonna leak if he didn't go right this second. When he got back from the bathroom, he looked so relieved. I asked him if he felt better and he said yes very much. I reassured him not to worry about it because things happen and I didn't want him to be embarrassed. (Well, not too embarrassed unless he wanted to be.) He then mentioned he thinks he probably has a kinda small bladder. I thought it was a good time to ask him if he was into any omo stuff, and it turns out he actually is. We have done some stuff since then in the past month or two. I'll probably write about those at some point. For example, another time I pressed on his bladder and tickled him until he was leaking huge spurts into his comfy gray sweat pants and ended up losing control more than he expected.

Its a long post, I know, but it’s worth the read, I promise. One of my wife’s new years resolutions has been to lose a little weight, and slowly but surely, it’s been successful. She is down a pant size or two, so her old pants are falling off her a bit. Shes been wearing a belt more often because of this and has had to buckle it tighter. Keep that in mind, that came back to bite her in the ass later. As a celebration we went to dinner and a movie and just got whatever we wanted, basically a cheat day. She had a margarita at dinner, but she used that bathroom before hand so I didn’t think it would be an issue, or so I thought. We got popcorn and soda at the theater too. About a third of the way into the movie, I noticed her moving oddly. The kind of movement where you really have to pee and you’re trying to hide it. I didn’t bring it up and tried to concentrate on the movie, but since that moment, I kept looking over at her every few seconds out of curiosity. Near the end of the movie, she had both her hands in her crotch and was leaning forward on edge of her seat while crossing her legs. “I told you you shouldn’t have gotten soda.” I whispered. “I know! I just haven’t had soda in a while, so I wanted to reward myself.” “By peeing your pants in public?” “Shut up, I’m not gonna pee my pants, I can hold it!” This went on for like a minute longer before we finally shut up and focused on the movie. She kept leaning forward 90% of the time. It seemed as if every time she tried to lean back, the pressure on her bladder would be too great and she would need to lean back forward. She tried to loosen her belt whenever she leaned back, but since she could only do it for a few seconds, that wasnt enough time for her to try to loosen her tight belt. Her bladder was definitely bulging at this point. When the movie finished, she immediately bolted towards the exit and made a beeline to the bathroom. The line for the ladies was out the door, but for a movie theater after a movie just ended, that is pretty standard. The line was actually one of the shorter post-movie lines I’ve seen, but still longer than a typical mens room line post-movie. Anyway, I saw her furiously potty dancing, which turned me on so much, I was worried my boner was going to show. She went into the ladies and I lost sight of her. Maybe 15 minutes later, she came out, hoodie tied around her waist, face extremely red. We all know what that means. She quickly walked towards the exit and waved me over, but I stood there instead. She turned around after a couple seconds when she realized I wasn’t following and waved me over in an urgent way. She was so embarrassed by whatever had happened that she was itching to get out asap. She was blushing super hard on the car ride home, insisting that she didn’t want to talk about it, but she told me what happened when we got home. When we got home, she finally took off her hoodie and revealed her soaked jeans. I wasn’t surprised at all, but seeing it in all its glory really excited me. Then, she finally explained the whole story. She first tried to pee back at the restaurant, but the place we went to was small, so there was really only two stalls and a sink. She waited for a couple minutes but got impatient and left because she didn’t want us to be late to the movie. Her need to pee wasn’t really there all that much when we arrived at the theater, so she’s got her drinks and sat, but during the movie, the urge came on, and got worse and worse as the movie went on. Then events transpired as I stated. When she got into the ladies room. She kept on furiously potty dancing and got sone weird looks. She was spurting well before reaching the toilet. By the time she was next in line, she had a very noticeable and decently sized wet spot showing on the back and front of her jeans, basically broadcasting to everyone in the ladies room that she was peeing her pants. She lost control just as she got into the stall and locked the door. She managed to stop the flow momentarily to try and unbuckle her belt, but since she was leaning forward and the belt was really tight, she couldn’t get it undone in time. She tried to lean back, and that’s when her muscles finally gave out. She struggled for a few seconds before giving up and sitting on the toilet, peeing straight through her jeans. When she finished, she finally got her pants down and inspected the damage, cleaned up the best she could, wrapped the hoodie around her waist, washed her hands and left. Obviously having any accident is pretty mortifying, but like all accidents my wife has had, she was in good spirits after getting over the initial shock. I teased her relentlessly for it, as per usual. Since we got home late and everyone was asleep, we both drank a couple beers and I got to see her desperate again. I got to see her struggle to undo her belt again, but this time she made it and breathed a huge sigh of relief. After that, we did, uh, “cardio,” showered, and went to sleep. The next morning, she woke up desperate from her weakened bladder from the night before, so I got to tease her again before I let her pee.

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Hello all, I'll start this story by linking my other story New Form Of Incontinence from the non-diaper section of the site. I also have direct permission via DMs from Lizy The Leaky Leafeon to post this here with all the juicy details! My previous accident right when I got home from work seemed to gather a lot of attention in the omorashi chat channel on Discord, and Lizy pointed out that it was super hot (despite her not usually being into male desperation) and that she'd love to make me have another accident! I had put in the channel that I'd diapered up since then, as I seem to be genuinely incontinent at the time being and was just lying in bed enjoying the desperation. Naturally, Lizy jumped on this and asked me to keep my legs apart! I didn't take her up on this until I'd established just how humiliating the whole diaper thing was and that, since I do usually provide pictures or videos, I'd still do so, just with the covers still on so I could hide my diaper. Looking back, I'm not 100% sure this was necessary bc it's not like it's all I was wearing. I was in a shirt and pajama pants as well. With the ground rules set and a 1 minute timer agreed on, I spread my legs and started the timer! It was so hard! Dribbles nearly turned into spurts as my legs shook furiously to contain the flood! Note that I probably wasn't much more than 50% full, I've been having a lot of accidents lately. Context is in the post I linked at the top. The desperation turned me on SO MUCH and I started breathing heavy, only adding to how much my legs were shaking! By time time the 1 minute timer had ended, I'd already came in my diaper and dribbled enough to equal a small spurt! It was truly amazing and I came THIS CLOSE to losing it all in my diaper! 1.mp4 Of course, after talking about how hard it was to keep the spurts in, Lizy told me to let out a spurt and stop it right away! I can't explain how hard it was! My whole body was on fire and I was sweating from the effort! It was so damn hot! There were no dribbles leading up to the spurt, it just ROCKETED out of me as soon as I thought of letting some out, and I had a lot of slow dribbles while I fought to keep it stopped! Nearly came again! At this point, a tidal wave came crashing in and I shot to a 10/10 continuously dribbling and nearly spurting several times as I slammed my legs together, squirming to hell and back to contain the flood! My mind was going 1,000mph and I was in heaven! 2.mp4 At this video, people commented on how amazingly squirmy I was and Lizy admitted that she was getting wet! While my mind got off on the thought of people getting wet, my body continued to fight off the tidal wave and I came once again! I was going crazy out of my mind it felt so good! Naturally, this is when she made me set a timer for 2 minutes and keep my legs apart again! It was gonna be SO HARD and I put in chat "JESUS CHRIST RIGHT AFTER YOU MADE ME SPURT" to which she of course gave a "you heard me" and I went ahead and set the timer! My legs shook SO HARD and from time to time one of my knees shot up at the ceiling! Of course, when a spurt escaped, I slammed my legs together and she made me reset the timer! The rules were now in place that leaking and/or closing my legs would result in resetting the timer! I swear I tried my hardest but my legs kept slamming shut and every time I managed to resist from closing my legs I'd leak again! Next she cracked down on my squirming and lifting my knees up, telling me that I had to keep still no matter what! I just couldn't! I sent the following video as proof! 3.mp4 I complained that I HAD TO SQUIRM otherwise I'd lose it all! Of course she told me I didn't have to and that I needed to stop squirming! She also cracked down again on how I kept lifting my knees and I tried my very best! My legs sort of vibrated in place as my thighs tensed SO HARD and I lost a nearly continuous dribble and a couple boiling hot spurts! Naturally, when I was down to about 20 seconds on the timer I got hit with a hell of a tidal wave and my legs SLAMMED SHUT! Shit! Gotta reset the timer again! I was able to resist the spurts for half of the timer before I started squirming again and had to reset the timer AGAIN! I finally managed to keep from squirming long enough to get a short video and put it in chat, but was still not able to resist squirming for the whole 2 minutes! I swear those dribbles were about to turn into a total loss of control! There were tap dancers and a whole disco party going on in my bladder! 4.mp4 At this point she offered that she could cut the timer in half, but I'd have to do it standing up! I was torn between these! They'd both be just as hard! Since I wasn't able to decide, she decided to do something else. I was allowed to squirm and kick my knees and everything, but if I dared to close my legs I'd have to let out a spurt again! I said I'd do my best and she left to get some food and some hot coco. Naturally she dropped a gif of a leaking water bottle in the chat and my mind filled in the dripping sound and I lost a bunch of short but powerful spurts all in a row! Then she said she had to go to the bathroom and asked for my permission, which I of course denied and told her that she had to suffer with me! To be honest, it didn't matter what her answer was! The thought of her going to the bathroom made me dribble for a couple seconds and I came again! She then told me to learn my place (part of a humiliation thing we agreed on back at the beginning) and that she was gonna pee whether I told her to do it or not! She described how good it would feel and talked about the hissing sound echoing throughout the bathroom! I started dribbling again and nearly lost another set of spurts! Then she punished me for telling her not to use the toilet and made me push on my bladder! I lost a continuous stream for a second or two! 5.mp4 I had to stop the video bc I was about to lose it all if I didn't close my legs IMMEDIATELY! I put in chat that I swear I didn't close my legs on purpose! As per the rules, I let out another spurt as punishment for closing my legs and I nearly couldn't stop it! Lizy told me that I could keep them closed if I apologized for telling her that she couldn't use the toilet. I don't know why I did this, but I begged for permission to keep my legs closed instead of apologizing. Naturally, she told me to apologize once again. I gave a sincere apology in text only bc I was panting and moaning so hard I couldn't speak straight! Naturally, she told me that I could only keep my legs closed for 2 minutes! I set another timer and slammed my legs shut once again, managing to keep the floodgates completely closed for the entirety of the timer! My body SCREAMED for release and my knees started bouncing SO HIGH! I was on fire again! It felt SOOOO GOOOOOD! Then she made me describe how good it would feel to pee! I could barely speak! So I dumped it in chat as well. "It would feel like a river of bliss! Like my very being was melting! Like all the tension was leaving my body! It would feel like Heaven!" Naturally, this was true torture and my bladder began screaming! Although each spurt was only 1/4 second or so, I lost a few in a row and used every muscle I had to keep the flood at bay! 6.mp4 I BEGGED for permission to close my legs bc I was leaking and I didn't know if I could stop it! Miraculously, she gave me permission to close my legs again! I rolled onto my side and did my best to stop the spurts and dribbles! I was so close to losing it all! 7.mp4 After cumming yet again and barely holding on, she told me to go downstairs and turn on the sink! Naturally, it took me a moment just to get out of bed and I nearly fell on the stairs bc I had to suddenly stop and completely doubled over! By the time I made it to the bathroom, my entire body was covered in sweat! I was moaning so hard, nearly screaming in desperation! My whole body shook furiously as I lost another series of quick but powerful spurts! I thin I'd lost about half of my urine at this point! 9.mp4 I started steaming for a second which I somehow managed to stop and it turned into just a continuous dribble that I couldn't stop no matter what I did! She told me to go into the shower and contemplate wetting! I was torn! I really didn't want to wet and at the same time I WAS UNBELIEVABLY TURNED ON! I just stood there jamming my hands on my crotch and doing the most frantic peepee dance of my life! I swear my heart was going 5000bpm! I eventually got a couple palpitations in a row and my focus shifted to that... My floodgates opened for another set of spurts and I got dizzy and had to lean on the wall for a sec... I eventually ripped my diaper down and sat on the toilet and let go, catching my breath as my remaining pee gushed out of me and my heartrate calmed back down. Don't worry, I'm fine. Just a bit too much excitement for one night is all. Naturally, I went back to bed in a fresh diaper and slept soundly for through the whole night! The end!

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Part One Rosie sprung out of bed one morning with an uncharacteristic eagerness. She pulled off her night shirt, clasped on a padded bra and pulled a tank top on. She got her tightest pair of faded jeans, the ones that showed off her butt the best. She had to hop around to get them over her butt, bending forward to force to clasp closed around her belly. It hugged her tightly, far too tight for comfort, but today she was dressing for looks. She went into the bathroom, where her roommate Faye was doing her makeup. “Oh, nice outfit!” she complimented. Rosie smiled at her. “I have a date,” she said, undoing her pants, pulling them to her knees and sitting down on the toilet. “Oh? Someone I know?” “I don’t think so, I met him at the gym,” she said, her morning pee splattering loudly into the bowl. Faye gave her a weird look. “You talk to guys at the gym?” She shrugged. “He seemed really nice. Showed me something I was doing wrong, and we kinda hit it off!” She wiped and did a couple little hops to get her jeans back up. “Phew!” she muttered when she clasped them. She moved next to Faye in the mirror and mercilessly tamed her curly blond hair. She put on a bit more makeup than usual, then sat down in the living room. She unbuttoned her pants so she could relax. Several hours went by, the time of the date rapidly approaching. “You want some coffee?” Faye called from the kitchen. “I don’t know if I should drink something that’ll make me more nervous,” she laughed, tapping her feet. “Aw, come on! I’m trying a new mix. Just have some water with it. It’ll dilute in your belly.” “Hm. Alright,” she turned around and sat on her knees, facing her friend. “What kind of mix?” “The one… Uhh, this one,” she held up the bag. “I’ll bring it to you.” A couple minutes later, Rosie had a tall, hot coffee in one hand, and a water bottle in the other. “It’s really good,” she said, finishing it pretty quickly. It was only a matter of time before the water bottle was gone, too. About an hour went by before it was time to leave. “Okay,” she said, finally clasping her constrictive jeans, “wish me luck. I’m about to go meet him for drinks.” “Keep me updated!” Faye called as her friend left the apartment. It was only a few block’s walk to the restaurant, dimly lit by the setting sun. On the way there, she felt a slight urge to urinate. Most likely the coffee, but it could also be her nerves. She showed her ID and was seated at a tall table in a dimly lit lounge, handed a menu of cocktails, and was told there’d be live music shortly. After about ten minutes of waiting, sipping a glass of ice water, she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Drew!” she greeted. “Rose!” He hugged her. He smelled like aftershave and weed. “How’re you doing? Was the drive alright?” “I actually just walked! I live right up the road, basically.” He sat down and looked around. “So you come here a lot?” “Sometimes. I like the jazz bands. Super chill.” “Super chill indeed. What’re you drinking?” “I was thinking on this,” she pointed to a drink on the menu, “but it’s a lot to drink. Plus, I thought the alcohol content might be a little high…” Drew waved his hand dismissively. “I can drive you home if you need me to. Get whatever you want!” She shrugged. “Alright.” The date went pretty well. They found a shared interest in exotic pets. Rosie ended up having two of those drinks and then some. Then, something on the wall caught her eye. She gasped. “The fireworks show was tonight!? We should have totally went to see that instead!” Drew turned to look. Then he checked his phone. “It’s not too late! Not if we left right now! What do you think?” She turned her eyes to the many empty glasses on her table. “You okay to drive?” “Absolutely! Come on, let’s go!” He tossed down a bunch of cash haphazardly, then grabbed her hand and led her out. It made her heart skip a beat. Something about his devil-may-care demeanor was really drawing her closer, but she really would have liked to hit the ladies room before they left. That slight urge to pee had grown to a definite need, an uncomfortable sensation made worse by her constrictive pants. She figured she could wait until they got there. He had a nice car. It had that new car smell. Although they conversed the whole way there, the many drinks she had made her need to pee rapidly increase. She crossed her legs tightly, tapping her feet and jiggling. “So, have you ever had an exotic pet?” she asked. “No, I just like the idea of it. My cousin had a monkey. Dedicated an entire room for him. The problem is, a lot of those animals need things we can’t give them. It’s kind of inhumane to keep them as pets.” “Yeah, I hear you,” she crossed her legs the other way, pulling her waistband away from her swelling bladder. “How far are we from the pier?” “‘Bout fifteen minutes. The light show starts at seven.” It was 6:30. “We’re barely gonna make it. We gotta walk all the way there…” “We’ll make it,” he reassured. “You wanna listen to some music?” He put the radio on, causing Rosie to retreat inside her head a bit. It definitely wasn’t an emergency, but she had to pee pretty badly. By the time they got there, she was fidgeting around in her seat, rubbing her thighs together when they weren’t crossed. Pulling into a parking spot, she was really antsy. Plus, her pants fit so tightly around her waist that she could tell it was going to leave reddish marks on her skin. It squished her belly, and subsequently her full bladder, intensifying her urge to pee. “Come on, let’s hurry!” Drew said, shutting the car off. “My thoughts exactly,” she gave herself a discreet squeeze as she got out, ready to rush to the potty the moment she could. They walked briskly down to the pier, a pretty romantic moonlit walk, albeit somewhat rushed. As soon as they got there, the first firework went off. “Whoa,” she said as it exploded mid-air. It wasn’t enough to distract her from how badly she had to urinate. She shifted her weight side to side, kicking her feet behind her. Suddenly, Drew pulled her close and she had to stifle her squirming. It wasn’t easy to do. Her urge was growing by the minute.

Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)

The Faraway gang from Omori goes camping! Peerfect peedicaments are sure to happen! This is going to be a multi part series. I don't know when the first one will come out but hopefully soon!

I would like to know, would anyone be willing to make a lesbian omorashi fanfic with Foxy & Mangle? Been wanting something like this for a long while... If you wish to inquire on what I would like specifically then simply respond. Have a nice day friends!

If you like Omorashi computer games, then you ought to know about NoMaKo by now. The list of tags on this thread reflects the kinds of experiences in the game, such as onlookers commenting when a girl has had an accident. This newest update to the game is currently in a sort of early access build which frankly crashes rather frequently at the moment, but I figured fans might love the new features available more than they hate the glitches. There are now companions making a fourth girl, better wetting animations on the main map, extra side quests with unique scenes (I recommend making separate saves next to each) and the passive-effect 'Sprites' have also been improved. I'd recommend the following Twitter links if you're interested. Also feedback will help improve the game:

I haven’t pooped in four days. I didn’t even know I could hold this much inside of me. I’ve never waited this long before. When I went on this camping trip with some of my friends, I expected there to be a little more toilet privacy. Maybe an outhouse, at least. We’re staying in a camper van, one where the bathroom is separated from everything by a thin door which you can hear everything through. Everything. Anytime someone has used the bathroom, it’s been a subject of awkward laughter for everybody else. You can hear the fan go on, but it doesn’t help the noise, and it barely helps the smell. I haven’t been able to bring myself to use it. I’ve been bloated and sluggish, hiding my discomfort from them to the best of my ability. It’s been torture struggling to hold it in while I pee. I’m currently sitting on the toilet, desperately holding my buttcheeks together, squirming as quietly as I can. I have to jolt to retract the prairie dogs. Within a few torturous seconds of careful, directed relaxion, I was urinating hard. Last piss of the night. We leave in the morning, thank god. Letting out only my urine in this state isn’t impossible if my bladder’s full enough. If I have to pee really bad, I hardly have to relax on purpose. And as my rectum swelled with waste, it pressed up against my bladder, and led me to feel like I need to urinate more frequently. I crawled into the bottom bunk and started anxiously tossing and turning, begging my body to fall asleep so I don’t have to keep thinking about how badly I needed to go to the bathroom. I was starting to sweat, and unable to retain a pent-up fart I’d been holding in all day any longer. I hoped to god nobody was awake to hear or smell it. It released like nothing, sounding like playing cards around a bicycle wheel. The next one cramped, hurting me for a while as the gas moved down through my intestines, but the pressure was soon relieved in a long, hot fart that basically left my body on it’s own accord. This was what was happening until I finally, somehow, fell asleep. When I woke up, I swear it was about 20% more urgent. I didn’t think I’d ever been desperate to poop like that before. Occasionally, it was due to the consistency, but rarely on the volume alone. I was swelled up like a balloon with gas and waste. I scooted to the side of the bed, greeting my friends as casually as I could, who were cooking breakfast and getting dressed. I shifted around nervously, leaning my weight from buttcheek to buttcheek. I moved my foot under me and dug my bottom into my heel, eyeing the toilet longingly. The discomfort was extreme. I needed to pee, too, but I was no longer confident in my ability to retain my poop while sitting on the toilet anymore. And at this point, I’d probably clog it. I denied the offer of breakfast, but after a minute of persuasion, I caved in. I piled scrambled eggs and toast on top of it all, plus a glass of orange juice. I wondered if any of them notice my behavior, or how bloated I’m getting. I may be dying to shit, but I needed to be less in my head about this or they were going to start to get suspicious. Sitting to my left at this table was Lizzie, a tomboyish, somewhat heavyset girl with pink and blue pigtails. Across from us was Daphne, curly haired and covered in freckles, and Alani, my best friend. She had her black hair up in a messy bun, and a shirt about two and a half sizes too big. “Do you guys think we should stop somewhere cool on the way home?” I said, hoping to be able to poop somewhere on the way. “Whoa, Alexa’s talking again!” Alani noticed, “I was getting worried.” “I’m not used to not sleeping in my own bed,” I explained lightheartedly, fighting to keep from farting. “I’m tired, but I still wanna do stuff.” “I gotta get the van back by four,” Daphne said. She didn’t mean the camper. That stayed behind. We took her parent’s cramped van up here. “Aw, come on,” Lizzie said, “we can stop somewhere cool for a minute.” “Maybe, like, a gas station!” “Not if we leave now,” Alani supported. “Let’s find a place to go! Where’d you have in mind, Alexa?” “I don’t wanna pick,” I said, fidgeting and pressing my thighs together. My morning pee wanted out pretty badly, too. I think I had a good few hours of retention left in me before I popped, plenty of time to get back home. “Well, I gotta poop, so let me know,” Alani hopped off the seat and entered the bathroom. While we talked, we heard the toilet seat drop and her butt make contact. We heard the pattering of her pee, then a couple of plops. Everyone smirked and tried to talk over it. We heard the paper rustling and ripping, then a couple of wipes and the toilet flush. I wish I shared their bodily confidence. Somebody mentioned an antique store and everyone seemed on board with it. We got in the car and started off. The dirt path leading off the campsite was so bumpy that it mercilessly sloshed my excretion around inside me, increasing my discomfort tenfold. My morning pee yearned to be drained, but my feces was cramping with urgency. We couldn’t get to this antique store fast enough. It took an hour to get there. By then, my situation was pretty dire. I was sweating and my hands were clammy. I couldn’t hear my stomach over the music, but I could feel it’s contents churning. I literally couldn’t hold a few farts in, but luckily the windows were open. We pulled in and I was the first one out, stepping around and putting a little pressure on my behind when nobody was looking. The building was rustic, perfect for an antique store, characteristic of the area we were visiting. I hurried inside, but my friends were close behind so I didn’t ask for the restroom just yet. I waited until they got a bit into the aisles, then I slipped away. “Excuse me, where’s the restroom?” I asked pleadingly, feeling so close to relief. The old man behind the counter shook his head. “Not for the public.” I blinked. “W- I just- it’s such a long drive-“ “Gas stations on either side of this road got ‘em,” he said simply. I huffed with frustration, going back to my friends, who were genuinely looking for things to buy. I was ready to leave. My belly felt ready to explode. I passed a mirror and lifted my shirt up, inspecting the way the skin held tight around my unusually swollen midsection. I couldn’t hold in another fart. I could only get away from the others as quick as I could as it put-put-putted it’s way out of me with each step. I was nearing my limit. Hopefully, we’d stop at a gas station. If not, it’s another hour’s drive back home. When we finally got back to the car, I felt so full I wanted to throw up. I held my breath as I gingerly entered the backseat, the contact with it against my butt causing noticeable movement to the log I was holding inside me. My morning pee had grown in urgency accordingly, and I was having trouble keeping still at all. I found myself turning to desperate measures. ‘Could you do my a favor? I’m so sorry’ I sent to Alani. She gave me a confused look. ‘Of course, what?’ ‘Could you ask them to stop at a gas station?’ She paused. ‘For real?’ ‘I don’t want to ask it’ ‘Why?’ ‘Idk I’m embarrassed’ ‘Just ask it!’ I paused. ‘I can’t’ ‘Dude, why?’ I writhed in frustration, discomfort panging through my organs. ‘Could you please just ask for me? Please? I’ll buy you something there’ Alani sighed. “Do you guys think we could stop at a gas station?” Lizzie and Daphne groaned collectively. “I need to get my parent’s van back!” Daphne said. “It’ll only take a minute!” “We’ve got, like, thirty minutes left. Can you hold it?” She looked at me. “I mean, yeah.” I groaned inwardly, sinking in my seat. “I also wanted a snack,” she continued. “We got some in here,” Lizzie said. “Plus, we’ve only got, like, thirty minutes left to drive.” It was closer to an hour, but I didn’t say anything. Now the windows were up, and there was no music playing. I begged my body not to produce another fart. I could hear the gurgling of my gut over the sound of the car. After some time passed, and the urgency rose accordingly, I felt more gas bubbling up at an alarming pace. It moved rapidly through my gut and I frantically rolled down the window just in time for a hot puff of air to push it’s way out of me. It was getting bad. Really bad. So was my need to piss. I pulled up directions on my phone just to see how far we were. 35 minutes. For twenty minutes after that, I squirmed constantly and tried to distract myself, counting road signs and focusing on my phone. “Can we roll the windows back up?” Lizzie asked, “it’s so hot in here.” Hesitantly, I rolled mine up. I couldn’t imagine the embarrassment I’d feel if I audibly farted, and a reaction to the smell would worsen it intensely. My swollen bladder urgently pulsed and contracted, desperately inflicting discomfort to signal me to release it. It’d be an emergency even without the several pounds of waste backed up in my behind. I checked my phone again. 10 minutes. Suddenly, a hot pocket of gas travelled up to my anus, carrying with it urgent pressure. I was able to retain it for only a few desperate seconds. Put-put-put-put-put. “Alani!” Daphne scolded, partially joking, partially annoyed by the incoming smell. “That wasn’t me, that was one of you guys!” “Well, it definitely came from back there, and I’ve never heard Alexa fart in my life.” I kept my attention on my phone. Potentially suspicious, but I was in so much pain I could hardly stand it. My stomach bulged out and pressed up against my waistband like they were a full side too thin. While my bladder was ready to leak, my rectum was ready to explode. My sphincter contracted, and the poop that pressed against my butthole genuinely felt like it was going to come out. I jolted my body, clenching every muscle in my lower half to keep it in. It eventually retracted, but it was unbelievable how badly I needed to relieve myself. I had never needed a toilet so urgently in my entire life. Another long fart forced it’s way out of my body. Loud, hot, and almost let some of my solid waste out. I clenched my buttcheeks, grabbing desperately at my underthighs while I struggled to retain it all. I could feel my rectum spasming with exertion. “Alani!” Daphne and Lizzie said in unison, lowering their windows. I glanced at Alani, who was watching me wide-eyed. I looked away in humiliation, my face burning hotter than the sun. “I-I just really have to use the bathroom,” she said, “if you won’t stop at a gas station, don’t get mad at me if I stink the car up.” “There’s literally five minutes left! Do you want to get dropped off before Alexa?” “N-no!” she said quickly, “I’ll be fine.” I forgot I was the first person to get dropped off. Thank god. I sat on my hand as discreetly as I could, pressing into my sphincter and gyrating my hips. I was unable to keep in another rumbling fart, feeling my ass vibrate and the gas hotly pass through my fingers. It was getting exceptionally difficult not to pee on myself every time I passed gas. I saw the turn for my neighborhood come into view and let out a small sigh of relief. Only a few more minutes… My swollen belly was ready to split open. I thought I was gonna be sick, and hoped it would stay down until I got out of the car. My urge to urinate had gotten exceptionally urgent, only adding to the bloat that my fecal matter was expanding upon by the second. I was sweating so badly, I hoped nobody noticed. I couldn’t look at Alani out of shame, but I was grateful to have someone covering for me, especially when I accidentally let out a hard fart as I bent over to grab my bag. I cringed, afraid it was too obvious. “The fuck did you eat?” Lizzie said. “I don’t even know, man,” Alani laughed. As they pulled up to my apartment complex, I was stepping out of the car before they were completely stopped. They all said their variations of bye, Alexa! simultaneously. “Seeyouguys!” I said, frantically shutting the door and rushing into the building. I unfortunately had a couple flights of outdoor stairs to climb. As soon as my friend group was out of eyesight of me, I held my butt tightly. The urge to shit was unbelievable. Alarm bells were ringing and I was dripping with sweat, begging every diety I could think of not to make me mess myself when I’m this close to relief. I got to my apartment and practically threw myself into the doorway, slamming awkwardly into the unbudging door. Locked. My full, fattened gut got squished badly, forcing me into an all-out potty dance. I pressed harshly into my backside and held my crotch, writhing on the spot and pressing my thighs together with each side step. In my desperate stupor, I’d neglected to get my housekey out of my bag. I banged on the door. “Jacine!” I called desperately. When there was no answer, I did it again. “Jacine, open the door!” I begged, squirming crazily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my neighbor opening his door to get in. I hadn’t even noticed him come up. Embarrassed, I forced my hands to my sides and settled for standing awkwardly while I knocked loudly. “Oh, god…” I whined, bending down to check under the mat. Of course we don’t have a spare key. I swung my very full backpack around and searched frantically for my key, which I usually just drop freely into the bag. It was taking so long, I started pulling out my belongings and dropping them around me, rocking back and forth in agony while I dug my heel into my butthole. I gasped when I finally found it and tried to shove it into the doorknob with my clammy, trembling hands while I was still on my knees. “Come onnn…” I whined through my clenched teeth, bouncing on my foot trying to keep my pee and poop in. I finally managed to get it. I leapt up and bolted to the bathroom, leaving all my stuff strewn about in front of my open apartment door. I slammed into the locked bathroom door in a similar fashion than before, noticing the shower water running on the other side of the door. My heart dropped. I started crying. I was clutching my crotch to hold my bursting bladder and digging my fingers in between my clenched buttcheeks, swaying my trembling body side to side. My body was screaming at me. It forced out a loud toot, my anus dilating as solid waste pressed against it, nearly forcing itself out. I squeaked and writhed on the spot, pressing against my butthole. It slowly retracted away from my quivering sphincter, remaining tremendously uncomfortable in my overfull rectum. I clutched my stomach and doubled over, thinking for a second that I was going to be sick from the intestinal pressure, when I heard the shower water cut off. I gasped eagerly, stepping side to side and wiping the tears from my face. It then occurred to me how embarrassing it would be if she saw that I was so desperate to blow up the bathroom, I dropped my stuff to the ground outside. I groaned miserably and hobbled to the door. Not daring to bend over, I dropped carefully to my knees and dug my heel into my asscrack as I gathered my belongings. My hands were shaking. Beads of sweat were on my forehead and above my upper lip. When I pushed myself up, I farted hard and peed a little, then clenched every muscle in my body to make sure those was the only things that came out. “Oww…” I groaned in agony. I dragged my bag across the ground to minimize the heavy lifting and leaned against the wall by the bathroom door. I knocked sheepishly, patting my butt with my free hand. “Jacine?” My voice trembled. I gasped when my rectum contracted and tried to force me to let it out. “Jacine!” The door cracked and her freckled face peeked out wearing a towel on her head. “Alexa! You’re back!” “Yeah, I gotta get in there now, dude…” I said urgently, trying to get in. “Wa-wait- hold on, man!” she laughed as I pushed past her into the steamy bathroom, stepping side to side with my hands behind my back while I waited for her to leave. It was humiliating, but I was absolutely desperate. “Gotta pee, huh?” she teased while she got her stuff off the sink. I swallowed nervously. “Please, Jacine, I really have to go…” I tensed up when my belly contracted and tried to void. My poop pressed against my sphincter, and I strained everything below my waist to keep it in. I pressed into my butt with the back of my hands. “All yours,” she said, leaving. The urgency skyrocketed this close to relief. I wasted no time. I frantically tore my jeans open, going up to the toilet and getting ready to let go, when I realized she’d left the door open. With tear-inducing frustration, I practically leapt over and shut the door. I couldn’t get back to the toilet fast enough. During the frantic steps to and from the door, my body suddenly forced out a spurt and the tip of my unimaginably large turd, which sat grossly against my butt in my underwear. Still filled with enough piss and shit to fill a water tower, I writhed crazily, determined to retain the rest of it while I wrestled my pants down. It fell into the toilet bowl when I finally yanked my pants down, plopping my ass down and immediately exploding. “Uhnn-“ I moaned, the massive weight finally emptying out of my tortured bottom, the ocean of pee bursting out of my pussy. My enormous waste pushed out and coiled in the toilet beneath my butt. It was bizarre to feel so much matter shift and leave my belly. It was multiple day’s worth, pounds and pounds of it. A barrage of waste and gas assaulted the toilet, forceful, constant and unyielding. I clutched my stomach and felt the tight bloating shrink turn back to it’s normal, squishy form. I had to flush two times before I was done to ensure I didn’t clog the toilet. By the time I was finished, I was drenched in sweat and almost needing to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe it was finally over with. The days of discomfort were finally over.

Hello all, Before I begin, I'd like to say thank you to everyone that's supported me both on omorashi.org and on the Discord server as I dealt with this issue! It means the world to me that people I don't know in real life would take time out of their days to help me with my struggles! I got several DMs from multiple members wanting to help me out and it truly meant the world to me! I couldn't be happier with what this community has done to help me out since the beginning of my issues! Seriously, THANK YOU TO EVERYONE that left comments, DM'd me, participated in my conversations on Discord, recommended shows and movies, and just generally did everything they could to show that they genuinely cared about my situation and truly wanted to help! I said this earlier, but it really means a lot to me! This post is a summary of my experiences with urge incontinence. It legit just struck me out of nowhere, with its first appearance being a really bad and humiliating bedwetting like dripping through the mattress onto the floor bad. This was followed a couple days later by an accident at work followed by a wetting outside the bathroom at home the very next day after struggling so hard to make it home. I then called my boss all panicked and I was just like "something is very wrong with me and I just can't right now I'm so sorry" like I could barely keep myself from crying as I explained to my boss that I had become incontinent and needed a few days off for a doctor's appointment and whatnot. Lucky me, my boss is very understanding and put me on 2 weeks Protected Sick Leave at 70% pay, which is plenty considering I'm not doing anything to spend much money anyway. While off work, I had a number of sudden accidents at home where I'd get hit with this like "gotta go right now" feeling that I just wasn't able to fight and it would just erupt out of me! No amount of doubling over, potty dancing or grabbing myself could do anything to stop the urge... At first, I was so humiliated that I cried after several of my accidents, including when I started losing it during the ultrasound at my doctor's appointment and then lost the rest and peed through my diaper and down my legs and the side of the medical bed at my doctor's appointment. I stopped talking to pretty much all my friends other than just fake conversations pretending that I was fine. However, this didn't last too long. Support from the community mixed with me deciding that I needed to stand up and stop crying pulled me through the rest of my incontinence without crying any more! At one point, I even worked up the courage to invite one of my best friends (been great friends friends for like 20 years) over to my place for an afternoon movie and to just talk about life. He said he knew something was up bc I'd been denying his invitations to go out and do stuff, and came right over. We watched Deepwater Horizon and had a heart to heart for at least 30-40 minutes before parting ways for the night. I can't describe the weight that was lifted from my shoulders that evening! I'm probably going to sound like a therapist when I say this, but please, if you're ever actually struggling with something, use your supports. Friends, family, internet communities (be careful on this one), etc... If they're really there for you, they'll do everything they can to help you out, and that's exactly what everyone did for me! I couldn't be happier with all the help and support I've gotten! If I were to describe my incontinence, I would say that no matter if my bladder was actually full or not (it could even be almost empty), my bladder muscles would dance and spasm and contract and force the pee right out of me! Spasms sometimes came with a slight twinge of pain that I'd say was like a 2 or 3/10 on the pain scale that would go away as soon as the spasm ended, but the contractions had a different feeling to them... They didn't come with any pain or any warning. They'd just happen out of nowhere and the pressure in my bladder would skyrocket, sometimes to the point that I wouldn't be able to hold it back. Some contractions were worse than others in terms of how hard they contracted, and there seemed to be no pattern as to when they'd strike or how long they'd last. Sometimes a contraction wouldn't stop until I'd emptied my bladder, as happened at my accident at work and the bedwetting where I peed through my diaper. My doctor put me on medications for urge incontinence and told me to expect some degree of help from the pills within 2-3 days. However, I noticed a change the very next day. I still got the urge, but the contractions were smaller and didn't last as long, and the spasms didn't have any pain to them. I still had a couple accidents, but no full wettings except for one where I lost it in front of the toilet before I could get my pants undone and just hopped in the shower bc I couldn't stop it and didn't want to have to clean up the mess. It's now 6 days after my doctor's appointment and I've been fully continent for 2 days straight (hopefully 3 counting the rest of today) and couldn't be happier and more relieved to have this issue behind me! I'm definitely into both holding and wetting, as the feeling of my bladder filled to the brim with boiling hot piss TURNS ME ON SO GOOD, but when it becomes such a menace that it disrupts my daily life and forces me to call off from work, it was no longer something I enjoyed for the duration of the issue. I hope this gives a good description of what was going on, and that while I was struggling and rather embarrassed to be in diapers, it's not something that I couldn't deal with. It sucked, but I managed to fight through and I'm continent again now! Of course, I'm no longer in diapers. Not my thing. So glad to be out of them. Thank you to everyone who read this and for everything that everyone's done to help me out! Daredare205's best!

I decided to do one of my favourite types of wettings - a real hold. I put on my wetting jeans, and held literally for as long as my body would allow... It was so satisfying to finally release all of the hot piss and pee myself right then and there. I slowly lost control and began spurting piss leaks into my pants, until it all just flooded like a waterfall. Superhot wetting, I should definitely do more! Link - REAL Desperation FULL BLADDER Wetting - ManyVids