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  1. hey yall! so i just posted about my wetting this morning, and i've been having to go pretty easily since then (like every hour, and i have to go pretty bad). SO! i figure, why not play around with teasing my weak bladder and see what it's like to wet my pants again tomorrow morning? so the plan is, hold until i'm absolutely desperate before peeing until then. i figure maybe by then, my muscles will be so tired i might genuinely not be able to hold it. right now it is 4pm and i already have to pee quite bad. i'm going to hold until dinner, which is around 6, and then until bedtime (9 or 10). after that, i will hold overnight and probably an hour or two in the morning before wetting myself. since i already have to go bad, i'm not going to drink more than i usually would. but for the next two holds, i will drink all of my 27oz water bottle every hour (besides when im sleeping obviously). so to recap: hold from 4pm-6pm, regular intake -- hold from 6pm-10pm with water bottle each hour -- hold from 10pm-7:30am with water bottle each hour i'm awake -- wet at 7:30am if i can't hold it at any point before tomorrow morning, i'll allow myself to go pee since i'm just trying to weaken my bladder. but those are the goals. i'll log my desperation and everything here! here's my 10 point scale for reference: 0 = completely empty, just peed 1 = i can feel there's something in my bladder, but i'm hardly aware of it 2 = a little bit of pressure but wouldn't go to the bathroom yet 3 = decent pressure, would go to the bathroom normally, but easy to ignore 4 = getting harder to ignore, but if i'm focused it's fine 5 = pressure is constantly at the back of my mind, would be very concerned if i was in public with no bathroom 6 = pressure is more intense, can't 100% focus on something else 7 = can't stay still, have to hold crotch/pace/squirm 8 = can feel the pee pushing against my urethra, would leak if i bent over or jumped 9 = painful, and leaking without my bladder being pushed on 10 = i am heavily leaking uncontrollably, i am beginning to wet myself if you have any ideas for me to challenge myself, feel free to comment :3 LOL i forgot to say: now i'm at 5/10, i can really feel it and would have gone to the bathroom normally a while ago.
  2. My 11th writing, this time around, the featured couple have a day to themselves, and some incidents involving rapid desperation are bound to happen. This does contain a small bit of sexual content, so if that's a problem, you have been warned! Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; always manages to find some way to wet herself even when unintentional. Yuta [M] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; loves to help in decision-making. _______ On this rainy autumn day, the omo-enthralled couple find they have some time to kill, with next to nothing on their to-do lists, other than a theatre movie they're planning on seeing that afternoon. They were just waking up. The only noise was the rain pattering on their rooftop and outside in their yard next to the bedroom. All else was quiet... ...It was like routine - "You wanna do some rapid desperation?" he asks. "Sure. Me and you? Or just me?" "Just you...?" "Hmm...sure." she responds. And just like that it was settled, with no second thoughts. Mali started her day at 9:30 AM with a mug of coffee, black. She knew caffeine would get things rolling quick. She eagerly awaited its effects while the two checked emails and scrolled in bed. For the majority of the morning, she wears only a t-shirt and panties, while Yuta only wears a wifebeater and briefs. At 10:30 she was finished with her coffee and breakfast and had a water bottle which she'd use for the rest of the day. Between then and now, she used the bathroom to kick her bladder into working gear. In the next 45 minutes, she'll have to drink 12 oz/350 mL before she heads to the bathroom again to continue ramping up her bladder. In the mean time, they watch some Netflix. 11:15 arrives, Mali uses the restroom and feels a creeping urge afterwards. Her window is now permanently reduced to 30 minutes, but her liquid intake is reduced to 8 oz/235 mL. While watching their show, the two had cuddled up with each other while it continued to pour outside. It was a truly cozy day. One thing led to another, and eventually they found their hands reaching down each other's bodies under the sheets. "Really, before noon?" Mali retorted. "Is there something wrong with that? You seem to be doing the same." he replied. Through 12:15 they indulged themselves with each other's love, but not without Mali losing a little control with some squirts here and there. She saw it as an opportunity to relieve some pressure while still having fun, even though she still got to use her bathroom break at 11:45. At 12:20, Yuta decided that he would clean up and take a shower. Mali, still recovering from pleasure, didn't think twice about the strings attached to the situation, and by the time Yuta shut the bathroom door, she was left needing to go pretty bad, already semi-wet, completely nude. "Hey, funny joke you got going here." she panted at the door. "Could you mind waiting? It should only be 15 minutes." "Woah, hey there, that's a bit long isn't it?!" Mali feels a shiver run down her bottom half, her legs wobbling as she fears the worst. "You'll be alright!" he replies as he turns the shower handle. The sound precedes the ambience of shower water hitting the floor layered with the pitter-patter of the rain. Mali squirms even more as she braces to wait out the short span of time, although for her it'll feel like an eternity. "Don't forget to take some more sips while you're at it!" "Oh screw you!" she responds with clenched teeth. 12:30 comes very slowly as Mali rocks side to side next to the door, her hand tucked firmly around her groin, unbothered by her lack of clothing. She figured that she wouldn't risk getting anything wet this way anyways. It hurt to think about though, as she grew more and more uneasy with each passing minute. By 12:32, Yuta shuts off the shower and starts drying himself off. "Could you just let me in now? C'mon man, I'm seriously desperate right now!" she pleads. "You got it, it's only 3 more minutes." She settles down to her knees outside trying to compose herself, both hands clutched in her crotch. ...12:33: "Rgh, I'm serious! I'm about to leak...!" ...12:34: As a last cherry-on-top, Yuta puts up the toilet seat and relieves himself right then and there. The sound pierces Mali's ears, and in a quick instant jitters and clenches up -! *pshhh* *dribble, drip* She grimaces as liquid gold seeps through her fingers and onto the cold floor. Her cheeks flush as she trembles, half-angry, half-anxious. The sound dwindles. The toilet flushes. Finally, at 12:35 the door cracks open and Mali darts ahead. Only she wasn't aiming for the toilet, but the much more readily accessible shower-tub directly in front of her. She turns, and lets her flood out. *fssSSHHHHHH* She breathes heavily, glaring at her manipulator with annoyance while she sits on and over the tub's edge. "See? Wasn't that bad." "Yeah bitch, and you get to go get a paper towel for that spot I left for you out there!" Mali exclaims. The remainder of the afternoon went relatively uneventful. Mali showers after the incident and returns to her half-hourly routine. Only once before the movie does Mali have any leakage, which she considers herself very impressive for. It's around 4:15 that the couple gets ready to head to the theater. Yuta gets dressed in jeans, a sweater and a light coat, while Mali essentially matches his outfit with different designs. She fumbles with her belt, adjusting it so it's just tight enough where it holds things up but doesn't put pressure on her bladder. Before leaving, she makes one more trip to the bathroom, and then they take off at 4:30. It was a 25 minute drive to the theater, but less than 5 minutes away, Yuta decides to veer into a plaza. "What are we doing here?" "Grabbing snacks because the theater ones are expensive." "Didn't we have snacks at home?!" "We did." Yuta grins at her as he exits the car. Moderate pressure built up once again, and Mali was surprised at how daring he was getting for the sake of her challenge. The risk of having leaks or even an accident in public was a huge worry that Mali would really rather want to avoid. She squirmed in the passenger seat, but to her relief, Yuta came back out in only 3 minutes. They soon arrive and shuffle their way into a (thankfully) small line to check tickets. Afterwards Mali meanders over to the bathroom before they head into their theater. While she was away though, Yuta took the liberty of ordering a duo of gigantic sodas to take in with them. Mali stared deadpan at him and asked "Weren't you the one complaining about prices?" "Yes, but I also thought I'd challenge myself alongside you. Think of it as a sort of compensation for earlier." "Hah! Some compensation alright." she laughed. "If you agree to finish yours by the end then I'll finish mine and wait until home to piss." he muttered. "In that case, it's on." As they walk in, it dawned on Mali for the first time today: they were watching a horror movie. Something she forgot to consider was her feebleness when it comes to horror films. A look of dread slowly morphed onto her face, while Yuta smiled away. The movie started off tame, enough to where Mali had no issues up to her first hasty bathroom break 30 minutes in. The constant intake of the soda was more than the 8 oz/235 mL amount she'd been taking in prior, so her bladder buildup was about to be accelerated. She had just left the bathroom, and already she felt a trickle within her telling her to turn around. Around 50 minutes in, a very quiet, tense scene had started up. Mali at this point was squirming involuntarily in her chair, invested with what was on screen. Suddenly, silence... Then suddenly... *BANG* *fmmmmmmmmmmmmm* Her hands jump to her inner legs, she heavily leans forwards, her expression shocked, her face flushed. Her full-force spasm lasted almost 3 whole seconds, and a large dark area coated the back-underside of her jeans. The seat too was a little damp. After the jump-scare, Yuta was quick to notice, and got a brief crosswind of a bladder urge himself. "10 more minutes." he whispered. "Unless you don't think you can make it." Mali tightly pinches her legs together, and still hunched over gives him a silent shake of the head. She carefully stands up and makes her way down the isle, revealing the damage. She only hoped that no one nearby would care to notice in the dark theater. While heading down the hall, she did her best to cover herself with her coat without looking overly suspicious. 5 minutes after, she made her way back, the spot having widened as it soaked in deeper. Soon enough, the movie was reaching its climax, and the intensity was driven up a notch. *leak* Another one. *pst* Another one. *drip* Another one...when will it stop? Mali pleaded. She didn't know who or what she was pleading to, but she hoped it would have mercy. Her jeans re-dampened every other minute at this point for another 10 minutes. The damage itself wasn't increasing very much, but her defenses were surely decreasing. Finally, the movie reached its resolution, about 30 minutes from the last bathroom break, so Mali took her chance to haul her weakened bladder out of there. Now, Yuta was silently wishing he could too. By the time she finished, so did the movie. Yuta walks out fidgeting, meeting his GF and indicating his need to get out of there ASAP. Mali smugly grinned. What made things worse was that Yuta had to drive. They get in their car without saying a word and started heading home. They take the main road, the busy intersection, and manage to make it to a highway. To both of their dismay, there's a decent amount of leftover rush hour traffic built up. Both of them swallow to maintain composure. Yuta knew he hadn't used the bathroom in over 4 hours, and had over a liter of soda stored inside him ready to come out. Mali still was feeling the accelerated filling rate of her bladder, and knew that she only had so much time to make it at home. Both felt their heartrates pick up in pace, their focus limited to the car in front of them and how fast it was going. Eventually, 5 minutes from home, their both bursting. *fshhhh* A 1-second spurt. "I'm not gonna make it..." Mali whined. "Shut it. We're both making it." Yuta said affirmatively. At last, they pull into their neighborhood, down their road, into their driveway. Yuta shuts the car off and unlocks the doors. He makes his way up a staircase to their front door, Mali carefully taking her time behind him. He makes it to the front door as she reaches the top of the stairs. He unlocks and opens it. *dribbledribble* A leak sprung in Mali's jeans. Yuta makes his way down the hall to the bathroom. As Mali takes no more than three steps in, she freezes in place, and leans forward in on herself. "I'm not making it! Throw me a towel! NOW!!!" Yuta pans around frantically and finds the nearest one, grabs it, and launches it behind him, hurdling himself in the bathroom and frantically closing the door behind him. The towel slides and lands two steps away from Mali's current spot. *fffRRRRRSHHHH* Letting go of her sphincter muscles, she musters up all she has left in her to gravitate towards the towel as pee rushes down her jeans. Once on, she stands there in solidarity as she lets it all go once again. Her dark colored jeans turned a nearly solid black as whisps of the stream sprayed in all directions down. She didn't even get the chance to take off her shoes, which were now also being flooded. A dribble reminiscent of the earlier rain emitted from the towel, droplets here and there splashing off onto the floor. In the bathroom, Yuta managed to stay dry through the entire ordeal, and proceeded to stay over the toilet for a whole minute. As everything settled, and both had relieved themselves, Mali had to note, "Usually I'm the one blaming you for something like this, but honestly I don't know if much of it is your fault this time around." she said with a sigh. _______ Thanks for reading! I wanna thank this comment from @orangelion on one of my recent posts as well as the attached artist @schefafterdark as inspiration for many of the events that found their way into this story! Again, thanks for reading, and feel free to suggest any idea you have of how I could make another story out of these two OC's!
  3. It's the third day of Christmas (which isn't really a thing but still), and after three days (including Christmas-eve) of running from social event to social event and a couple days spend cooking before that - today I'm staying in for the entire day, and I plan on having some fun. ☺️ I am pretty hydrated allready, but I'll just start setting up for a rapid desperation. I've druk 350ml 30 minutes ago and just now, and I'll continue that for another hour, then switching to 330ml every 15 minutes for an hour (while still being allowed to use the restroom), and after that (so in 90 minutes) I'll truelly start my hold. I am currently wearing soft orange pants (not joggers, but something in between sweatpants and regular pants), a blue hoody and grey-green socks.
  4. Has anyone else experimented with what I would call "stealth" rapid desperation? Even though my partner is overall GGG (per Dan Savage's definition) when it comes to my kinks, including omo, we have kids and are not often in a situation to make any extended play practical. She also is only really into sharing it with me on more special occasions like a weekend getaway. So I try to find ways to indulge that are compatible with living in a busy house, along with the minor thrill of having a secret... I have, for a long time, found some variation of the "Rapid Desperation" protocol works great to get me to a point of strong desperation. So what I will do during a workday (I work at home) or on a weekend/evening, is this: First, set up a recurring timer on my phone to go off on vibrate every 20 minutes. (Basically just download an app meant for interval training and set it to like 99 repetitions of a 20 minute interval so it will keep going off without the need to stop/reset a timer.) Each time the alarm goes off, I am obligated to glass a cup of water, with the general size/volume being not-too-small, not-too-large. Depending on the particular scheme I've decided for the day, I'll do one of: a) Allow myself to pee normally at any point need to, but with a designated cutoff time after which that's no longer allowed. b) Each time the alarm goes off, do some sort of random number selection (e.g., rolling dice) to decide if I am allowed to on that occasion or have to wait for the next 20 minutes. Either way, it will eventually will become clear I can't hold much longer. At that point, if I am home alone, I'll do something like self-bondage on my bed (with all due safety set up -- scissors nearby etc) until I lose control. If other are home, I'll just challenge myself to wait as long as possible while filling the bathtub a couple inches. Sometimes with another random number selection to decide how many minutes I must wait, after which I lie down in the tub and succumb to the inevitable as it flows out all over me. Anyone have scenarios or experiences like this? Anything you recommend I try as a variation or addition next time?
  5. My 9th writing, was sitting on this story's idea for a few weeks now. Hope you enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 20+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; always manages to find some way to wet herself even when unintentional. Yuta [M] - 20+ y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; loves to help in decision-making. _______ Yuta and Mali have always had fun with omo. No matter what they do, or what happens, how it happens, they love seeing each other pee in unsuspecting scenarios. Yuta recently learned what it was like to be on the receiving end of desperation in a holding contest, and found it scary but thrilling. Since then, Mali did further research on omo things she could do, and brewed up an exciting plan. She'd picked out a day they both had off, and put together a starter list of rapid desperation ideas for Yuta to give her, (how organized). "So by doing all this you can weaken your own bladder?" Yuta asked, both of them sitting on their bed. "Yep! This makes it so the need to go comes more often and I'm left unharmed!" Mali says. She smirks. "Wanna try it out?" She leans over onto him sensually and murmurs "...you can be in control." "Sure. I like the sound of that." he snickers. ..... "Alright, here's how this is going to work. Starting now, you'll drink a full 12 oz/350 mL glass of water, and do so again at the start of each hour. You'll do this three times, and over the three hours, go to the bathroom twice, once at the 1hr 30min mark and again at 3 hrs. After that, you'll drink 8 oz/235 mL every 30 minutes for 2 hours, and can again go twice, once per hour. Last, at the end of your preparation, you must drink 6 oz/175 mL every 15 minutes thereafter. We'll see how long you last from there." "Whoa, these numbers make it sound like a workout routine!" Mali glowed. "I'll add in some challenges here and there to make things more difficult. Any questions?" Mali thought the implications of 'we'll see how long you last' was a bit ominous, but decided not to ask about it. She did have something for him though. "What's the towel for?" Yuta had set aside a towel in the corner of their small living room. "Emergency usage." Another ominous remark! She proceeded with her tasks, knowing the road up ahead would be bumpy and would want to make her leak! It's 10 AM, Mali used the bathroom and started with her first drink. She was wearing a dark gray tank top, a white denim skirt, and pink underwear. To kill time, she and Yuta laid in their bedroom and started a show called Breaking Not-So-Bad. It was about marijuana dealer trying to get business in U.S. states where cannabis wasn't legal yet. Lots of their friends said it was really good. An hour passes, and she starts her second drink. She hardly feels anything at this point, so engrossed in the show to not think about bathroom use at all. Soon at 11:30 she's obligated to empty her tank, even if it's mostly empty to begin with. Noon arrives and she starts on her third glass. Apart from the show, she notices a little creep on her bladder, but more pressingly just how much water she drank so far. She wasn't used to this much fluid in her stomach and was doing her best to ease into it. Throughout the hour, her urges steadily crept from mild, to moderate, to suddenly uncomfortable by ten minutes from her next bathroom break. She shifted herself impatiently over this time, catching the eye of her BF. "Already starting to feel it?" "Eh, not really. Just...waiting for my next break." Mali responded. "So you're feeling it." "Fine. I guess." She didn't want to admit it. 1:00 PM shows up and Mali is semi-relieved this time, as opposed to last. As she leaves the bathroom into the kitchen, Yuta stops her. "We're entering phase 2, so it's time for some new conditions. 1. Every third drink now has to be tea. 2. If you leak into any piece of your clothes, you have to take that piece off." "Wow, such a subtle way to get me nude you perv," she said snarkily. But she gladly accepted. As the hour further nears 1:30, Mali realizes the level of intensity she unwittingly signed up for. She was already nearing the same desperation she felt before her last bathroom trip, and she still had a half hour and 8 oz/235 mL of water to get through! 2:00 approaches, and Mali is squirming at the bed, full of hydration and pee. She feels that a leak may be coming if she doesn't get relief soon. Her arms placed off to her sides, giving her lower torso breathing space, and pushing down on the cushions as a resistance effort. "You can do it," says Yuta. "Shut it, I'm fine. Just don't know how long I can stay dry..." She walks off to the bathroom, taking her time as she goes. She makes it in, throws down her skirt, and lets go with a satisfied sigh. Mali made it. She wraps up, stands up, and goes to pull everything back up, when she sees in horror, a faint, spread wet spot on her panties. How did I not notice it? she wonders. The only reasonable explanation is that some slipped out of her completely unaware some time ago, given how it wasn't exactly wet but widened quite a bit. So my bladder is weakening that much? She was in for a storm. With her skirt on, she walks back to the bedroom and sets her damp underwear beside Yuta on the floor. "One down," he smirks. "Oh, and when you grab your next water, it would be a big help if you could water the plants in the back. There's been no rain lately. You think you could do that?" Mali gets jittery. Leaning over, working with water, and you want me outside?? "Y-yes sir," she agrees reluctantly, excited, nervous, and crazed all at once. She downs her glass fast so it doesn't concern her during work. She doesn't know that she made her own fatal error; her bladder already was filling back up. The couple's backyard was secluded, but not private. They lived in a suburban area, and had tall, 6ft/2m wooden fence posts lining the yard. However, some neighboring houses have windows high enough to overlook those posts. Despite this, Mali knew there would be no one able to see into their yard that day - all their neighbors were out working. Despite that though, being outside didn't make her situation and less innately fear-inducing. Her bladder was filling moderately quick now, her kidneys working at a faster pace. Even so, her bladder muscles had already been tampered with several times today, and have taken quite a beating. No matter how hard she tried, she would need a miracle to pass this trial. First was filling the watering can. Just bending over to fill it from a spout was a risk. She filled it, all while clouding her mind to distract herself from the noise. While that was bad, watering the plants was worse. *pshhbshbshbsh* It literally sounds like someone peeing!! She yelled internally. She had this plus a small breeze every now and then reminding her of her risqué clothing situation. Mali plunged along, fighting through rising urges and influential environmental stimuli. By 2:30, her legs were crossed, only having a few more plants to water. Each trip to the spout was painful and she was reaching yet again her no-leak limit. She knew she hadn't yet, she would feel this one if it happened. She was so focused that she hardly noticed Yuta walking over to her with a glass of iced tea. She saw him, broke concentration, and... *dripdripdrip fssshhht* "ah damnit.....fuck," she sighed. She looked down. The grass below her sparkled, and the backside of her skirt grew a darker shade of white before Yuta could say anything. "It was only for 2 seconds, but that definitely counts," he said. "Damn. No one was looking right?" She said as she put her knees together, looking beyond the fence. "No one but me." "Thank god. At least I don't have to water anymore." Yuta looked at her with a puzzled, suggestive expression. "No. Seriously? You want me to....No. No way, with no skirt on?! Nothing at all?!?" He nodded confidently. "Cmon! With only a few plants left! Jeez!" Mali scoffed. Being outside nearly pissing herself was stressful enough, and now Yuta wanted her to do it bottomless?! He was insane! Unfortunately for her, she was not willing to back down from a challenge, no matter the ludicrousy. So she took it. She took one good look around her surroundings, clear. Her heart began to beat rapidly. She took a few mandatory sips of iced tea, and in one fluid motion, dropped her skirt. *pssh* "Mmm!" she froze, took a few seconds, recuperated, and stood back up to finish what she started. She could feel her bladder filling by the drop at this point. Even with haste she barely could stand straight, the pressure on her muscles was so great. She watered away, and finally approached the last plant, bottom half exposed to the elements. Yuta spoke up. "It's 2:37 now and it doesn't seem like you'll make it to 3:00. I'll allow you to "water" this last plant yourself, but only for 8 seconds." Mali's eyes widened and wasted no time frantically crouching down over the plant and letting loose. "8," *fshhhh-* "7, 6," *FSHHHHHHHHHHH* "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Stop!" *SHHHHhhhhhmm...* Mali let out a heavy sigh. It took everything she had in her to stop that stream on time. She was honestly amazed she did it in the first place. Everything near her bladder tightened up quick, and although it helped a lot, it felt like very temporary relief, as Mali would correctly guess. If her bladder was originally at 95% capacity, it felt like it only reduced to 80%. She hurried inside, out of sight of any hidden public eye. She downed the rest of her tea, not sure if she could drink anything more, and continued her journey once more. Mali arrived at 3:00 PM, and faithfully hurried to the restroom and let out her last allotted tank before 'seeing how long she would last thereafter.' It surprised her when she made sure she let everything out and it wasn't her biggest emptying. Her bladder had simply become that feeble. The couple moved on from Breaking Not-So-Bad to a single-player video game that they passed back and forth. Mali was now drinking almost a full cup of water every 15 minutes, and her stakes were extremely high. Mali remembers a scene very similar to this way back when she was testing the limits of her bladder under normal circumstances. She was playing games, no bottom, achieving high desperation, now with another person in the room. She explained this to her BF. "Oh is that right? Speaking of, how are you doing now?" he questioned smugly. "Oh, not too great," she said, squirming, sweating, and showing general signs of discomfort. "It's 3:14, almost time for another round." "Holy shit can I even drink anything anymore?" she noted, somewhat jokingly. Her stomach area had expanded out noticeably, the pressure of both bladder and stomach compounding on each other. Some time passes and Mali can no longer drink. Yuta is currently finishing a level at 3:47 and Mali paces squeamishly around the room. She has the ability to hold out, so she'll try her best to hold out. Pee slowly dribbles down her leg as she watches him clear the stage and enter her final turn. She kneels down to the controller. *pst* half a second It's a short level. She trembles with the controller, steadying her progress toward the end. *Fmmm* 2 seconds A small area on the carpet was densely soaked. Keep going, she thought. It was all she thought. "You got this," Yuta encouraged. She reached the goal. Her expression remained unchanged. *twitch* *ps* a few drops She stood up, pee and sweat beading and trickling down the backside of her legs. "You've done great. I gotta use the bathroom now, hold just one second," Yuta scurried away. "NO!" she uttered desperately. She shoved her hands through her tank to her crotch. *Fsshh* *pssh* There was no stopping it now. Very slowly as to wait out Yuta's literal gatekeeping pee leaked through Mali's tank top, her legs glued together, shaking as they try and seal the dam shut the best they can. She barely had time left before her muscles failed. She heard Yuta taking a piss when she remembered something vital. In a final ditch effort, Mali hurries over to the towel on the floor. She takes it and folds it as much as she can, all while golden drops land rapidly at low pressure on the carpeted floor. She moves the towel between her legs, and continues for seconds more to hold off the floodgates. Then... *fmmMMMMMMMM-* Everything spills into the towel. As one part soaks, Mali rearranges it to soak a dry part. The toilet flushes from inside the bathroom. Mali makes her way over to the door, still trying to keep her balancing act up as the towel grows heavier by the second. The sink starts. Pee continues flowing. The sink stops. Finally as the towel reaches max capacity, Yuta opens the door and both individuals fly by each other. The towel drips as Mali stumbles into the bathroom and on the toilet. *HISSSSSSS-* *FLAP* She rests on the toilet and throws the dripping towel into the shower. Her stream roars into the bowl, the door still open, Yuta watching subtly. She lets out several exhausting breaths before her stream diminishes into a trickle, and last to nothing. "You did a good job," he says. Mali grabs the towel and looks up. "I could really throw this at you right now and not feel sorry." _______ Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it. Apologies for any errors I may have missed. If you liked it and want more, check my profile for 8 more stories similar to this. Also, if you want to see these two act in a different situation, lmk what that is and maybe I'll turn it into a piece one day. Thanks again!
  6. WARNING: If you don't like messing (or hate Willy Wonka) turn back now because this experience ends at the Chocolate Factory. Teeny tiny bit of fudge visible in last photo. Also if you've read my other posts, you know there won't be photos or videos of me. Y'all... I will never complain about yard work again. I started off my morning with coffee and yogurt, then headed out back for some roof work, which took way longer than expected, I was up on the ladder for well over an hour, almost 2. In that time, I had already soaked myself with the hose cleaning out gutters and the coffee was starting to work its way through me. I figured i was already wet, and my continuing to squirm while 6 ft in the air was bordering on dangerous so I just... let go. There's a weird thrill knowing you're wetting yourself in full view of every neighbor as you teeter over the fence line! Here's the aftermath of that. After, I headed in to cool off and tried something a little new: rapid desperation. I drank around 1200ml in about an hour, then filled up my water bottle one more time. I put my same wet panties and shorts back on (WOW. What a feeling) and headed back out. Started with pruning and weeds in the back, and felt the effects QUICKLY as I continued to sip from my water in the heat. Leaning over to pull the weeds was a difficult task with all the pressure put on my full bladder. When I finished with that task, I was already squirming and potty dancing. The wet spot from the first time was still visible on the front of my shorts. But I was feeling daring and headed to the front yard to work there. I got down on my knees to work on the weeds, and immediately felt a tiny sprinkle of pee sneak out, along with an audible moan. I grabbed myself, regained composure and kept working, but the kneeling position was too much. I was bouncing, rocking, sitting on my heels. I'm sure it was obvious to everyone that I needed a potty break. More dribbles continued to dampen my clothes. Before I had pulled even half, I was back up and rushing to the back yard gate, feeling the trickles begin down my legs. **THIS IS WHERE IT GETS MESSY** In the safety of the backyard (and on the ground this time), I couldn't hold back my piss any longer and let go. It streamed down my legs and splattered on the patio while I panted and moaned loud enough to wake the dead. The feeling of relief was ecstatic as I felt my clothes rapidly becoming soaked again. My shoes quickly became surrounded by a pool of my piss, as my bladder emptied with abandon. It felt like I could never stop peeing. That complete feeling of relaxation must have affected all my muscles, because before I knew it, I was squatting on the concrete and felt a surprising "plop" in the seat of my panties. I had--completely unplanned, began to have a second kind of accident! After getting over my inital shock--(I've just shit my pants!) It only took a light push to finish the job. I remained frozen as my panties expanded and sagged with the consequences of my mess. Pee dribbled from my soaking shorts and I remained transfixed and gasping on the ground, having a full blown accident in my panties, outside where anyone could spot me. Aftermath of second accident--I laid the panties in a way that conceals most of the mess, I'm not into visible poop either. Somehow nothing got on my shorts (other than pee!)
  7. This is a new thread for most future holds involving rapid desperation. Here is how you achieve rapid desperation: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/755-an-experiment-in-rapid-desperation/
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    I tried rapid desperation for the first time and WOW it was intense. I can't believe how quickly I went from not needing to go to being absolutely bursting. As you can see in the video I barely made it to the camera before starting to lose control. Journey 1100- Began drinking a large glass every 30 minutes (and going to pee whenever needed) 1300- Began drinking a large glass every 20 minutes 1400 - Used the restroom then began the pee holding 1430 - Starting to feel my bladder filling up 1500 - The last 15 minutes went from feeling a little bit of pressure to starting to feel the urge to pee. I’m surprised how quickly it’s progressed! 1515 - I can’t lay on the couch anymore it’s too uncomfortable. I found sitting down at leaning on my knees is much more comfortable although it’s building up very quickly 1530 - I can’t stop moving my legs now it’s getting really bad and uncomfortable but I want to see how long I can hold it for 1545 - It’s starting to leak out a little bit at a time but I’m trying to my hardest not to let any out. I’ll have to start the video recording soon 1555 - I started peeing a little bit but it felt so good I tried to stop it but it came out for about 6 or so seconds. It’s taken off a little bit of pressure so I will keep on holding on. I’ve got the camera set up for when I’m about to lose control 1610 - I’m starting to lose control more often so I’m going to start filming and hoping I can hold it a bit longer for the video 1615 - Started recording and only lasted around 10 minutes before completely losing control
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  9. I'm in the middle of a build-up for rapid desperation. Drinking lots of water. Going to the bathroom right away to keep everything flowing. My plan this evening is to diaper up and start my hold around 6.
  10. I've been on vacation for the past week, though mostly with family, but today... today I'm on my own. I had a 5 and a half hour drive from where I was to where I am now (yay, midwest drive times), and had a thought about halfway here. Why not have a bit of fun while on my own? I've got some homework to do overnight before I get to do something that I've been wanting to do for a while tomorrow, so why not enjoy some alone time? So about 2 and a half hours into my drive, I started the prep work for a night of rapid desperation. Now let me tell you, there are very few rest stops that are near the highway in rural Iowa. So about every hour for the remainder of my drive, I was frantically looking for a gas station as I was continuing to chug water. I managed not to leak, but as I pulled into my hotel's parking lot, my bladder was once again full to bursting. I checked in, peed, checked the room for bedbugs (this is a hardcore roach motel, so checking the room is not an optional thing), and already was feeling like I needed to pee again. After peeing for the second time, I decided to go get dinner. Just something light to fill my stomach, nothing major. Then the fun part began. I only sat down to eat for about 20 minutes and began planning my next move. At home I have some super low dose diuretics (not loop diuretics or anything, just OTC non-prescription shit), but I didn't bring those with me so I went to Walmart in hopes of finding some. Word to the wise, Walmart does not carry OTC diuretics on a regular basis, so good luck. After searching high and low in the pharmacy section, I realized I had to come up with a back up plan soon as I was already starting to feel like going to the toilet would be a good idea. So, back up plan it was. The Plan Sitting in front of me are my biggest (nonalcoholic, I don't drink) bladder triggers. I have 2L of water, a Bang (for the carbonation and caffeine), and a liter of cranberry juice. My bladder is currently sitting at a rather irritated 5/10 (like I keep getting spurts of 7/10). At Walmart, I purchased some incontinence pads, the juice and the bang, and a pair of shorts and underwear that cost about $5 between the two of them that I won't mind making a mess out of if that happens. I have roughly 3 hours worth of homework to do, as well as some emails to respond to, then plan on working on The Carsis Experience Project (which is in the Fiction section of this page). The rules are as follows: I ultimately must finish the homework. I can go to the toilet as many times as I need BUT I cannot use the toilet until I have either leaked into the pad OR am physically in pain. If I hit the point where I am in pain, I must first try to pee in the pad a little bit before going, but if I am unable to do so, I am allowed to go to the toilet. I will have a timer set for every 15 minutes to remind me to drink. Tomorrow, weak or strong bladdered, I'm going to the zoo. This was the main reason for purchasing the incontinence pads as we all know what happens when you hold a lot and hyperhydrate one day then try to do something not related to omo the next. I'll keep you guys posted on how it goes. I really do want to pee right now though...
  11. View File Real naked desperation - Trying rapid desperation for the first time I tried rapid desperation for the first time and WOW it was intense. I can't believe how quickly I went from not needing to go to being absolutely bursting. As you can see in the video I barely made it to the camera before starting to lose control. Journey 1100- Began drinking a large glass every 30 minutes (and going to pee whenever needed) 1300- Began drinking a large glass every 20 minutes 1400 - Used the restroom then began the pee holding 1430 - Starting to feel my bladder filling up 1500 - The last 15 minutes went from feeling a little bit of pressure to starting to feel the urge to pee. I’m surprised how quickly it’s progressed! 1515 - I can’t lay on the couch anymore it’s too uncomfortable. I found sitting down at leaning on my knees is much more comfortable although it’s building up very quickly 1530 - I can’t stop moving my legs now it’s getting really bad and uncomfortable but I want to see how long I can hold it for 1545 - It’s starting to leak out a little bit at a time but I’m trying to my hardest not to let any out. I’ll have to start the video recording soon 1555 - I started peeing a little bit but it felt so good I tried to stop it but it came out for about 6 or so seconds. It’s taken off a little bit of pressure so I will keep on holding on. I’ve got the camera set up for when I’m about to lose control 1610 - I’m starting to lose control more often so I’m going to start filming and hoping I can hold it a bit longer for the video 1615 - Started recording and only lasted around 10 minutes before completely losing control Submitter realdesp Submitted 08/20/2022 Category Male  
  12. Hey all! This is my first post here and I wanted to share what I found because I thought it might be interesting. Lurking here before, I’ve found that rapid desperation challenges have been pretty popular lately. That got me wondering, what’s the fastest rate that someone’s kidneys could produce urine at? Google doesn’t tell you a clear answer, so I decided to test myself. During a few of my recent rapid desperation holds, I decided to pee into a measuring cup right as I burst from desperation to see how much pee I was producing over a short time. The results are as follows: 1:37 Hold, 1046 mL Capacity, 647 mL/h Produced 1:26 Hold, 940 mL Capacity, 656 mL/h Produced 1:20 Hold, 1067mL Capacity, 800 mL/h Produced 1:48 Hold, 990 mL Capacity, 448 mL/h Produced Averaging these holds out, I produced about 638 mL of pee every hour during my rapid desperation holds! That’s definitely a lot but I know I can do better 😉 It does rely a lot on how much water you’re drinking, but I’m wondering if there’s any differences in production rate based on sex, height, etc. If anyone reading this wants to beat my speed, let’s see you try! Don’t drink too much water though. Good luck!
  13. I'm planning to do a rapid desperation hold this weekend. Rainy forecast and nothing to do but do a day-long water run-up. Once I'm good and desperate, I'd like to try to trigger a real accident, instead of just letting go. (I'll almost certainly wear a diaper, to avoid a mess.) I have a few ideas on how I can do this: jumping jacks, listening to running water, stand in front of the toilet but don't unzip... Can anyone give me some other ideas on what I can do during my hold? I don't want to go out, just some challenges that will risk me leaking or busting loose.
  14. Since my roommate is gone for the week, I decided to have some fun. I live very close to a cemetery, which gives me a nice place to walk around at night without being seen by anyone. A perfect chance to be desperate! So, I drank water on the hour and peed as often as I had to for a few hours, slipped a suppository laxative in once the preparation time was up, and took a water bottle with me on a late night walk. The cemetery is a few minutes walk from my house, and as I make my way over there, I pass by a lot of apartments and houses. It's an exciting though that if I have an accident, I'll have to walk past them all again with the evidence clear on my pants. My bladder was already starting to fill itself up, and I was starting to feel the urge to poop, but it wasn't nearly strong enough to make me stop walking. The thing with suppository laxatives is that they can make me desperate in as little as five minutes, and I've messed myself after only 10 minutes with them before. The urge steadily built up as I made my way over to the cemetery gates, and I knew there was no turning back once I was there. I sipped from my water bottle, and walked down the looping trail. I wanted to make a full loop around the cemetery without turning around, and it was a lot harder than it sounds. When I have to go, it gets harder to walk up hill, and there are a lot of hills on that path. I started to push my thighs together as I walked, because the urge was only getting more intense as I went on, and I was only just halfway done with the walk, but I wasn't even sure if I could make it back out of the gates clean at this point. My stomach was growling, and I had to focus my energy not to leak. I kept myself from grabbing myself, but I didn't even know if I wanted to grab my crotch or my backside, I had to go so bad from both of them. It was getting harder to walk, and when I finally got out of the cemetery again and started crossing the street, there were tears in my eyes. I wasn't home yet, though. I still had to walk past all the houses. At this point, I was practically waddling back to the house, trying to keep my butt clenched and my bladder held at the same time. It felt like my bladder was just filling up every few seconds, and I let out a tiny leak. I froze. I had planned on having an accident, but now I was determined to hold it, since I had already made it so far. I could walk again after a minute, and I kept on, even though my thighs were practically glued together. Surprisingly, I made it to the front door of my apartment without incident, but when I pulled out my keys, I let out a spurt. I thought I was done for, that I was going to have a latchkey accident, but I was able to get myself back under control, unlock the door to the apartment, and walk down the stairs as casually as I could, even though I was dancing as I opened the door to my unit. When I got inside, strangely, the urge seemed to subside, enough for me to take off my shoes and coat, put my keys down, and put my phone on the charger. I decided to ride the reprieve and see how long I could hold from here, and went to sit down at my desk. Big mistake. As soon as I sat down, the urge returned at full force, and I had to sprint to the bathroom. When I got inside and shut the door, it was too late. I could feel myself starting to go. My bladder was still held tight as a vice, but I was standing there and starting to mess myself. I wouldn't be able to pull my pants down for the toilet, so I hopped in the shower, and held on for as long as I could. It wasn't more than a few seconds. My bladder went first, but my bowels weren't far behind. I was standing when I started to wet, but I squatted practically against my will when I had to mess, and it came out fast. I was wearing some very tight boxers, and they bulged behind me before pushing the mess right up back against myself. It hurt, but it felt so good, I didn't once stop to think about stopping to do it in the toilet instead. Not until I was almost done, and the mess I had already made was preventing me from going anymore in my pants. I pulled them off, dropped what I could in the toilet, and finished there before cleaning up. Honestly, after the fact, I'm sad it's over so soon. I'll definitely be doing this again.
  15. I have mostly been a lurker (I don't even use my account regularly), but I told myself to muster up the courage and write a post after today's happenings, hoping that it was worth it. It was a strange day for me, as I had woken up earlier than I usually do, as well as surprisingly feeling rather productive. I prepared myself some breakfast, having 3 cups of water along the way, not thinking much of them, thinking "My mouth is pretty dry, so I might as well try to better my drinking habits today...". I soon remembered consuming them, however, since my bladder was feeling somewhat full, making me rather aroused. After a while of reading and teasing myself, drinking more water, waiting up until before lunch, I snuck into the bathroom. (Now, as my bathroom is rather cramped and I am a relatively light individual, I carefully sat atop the dryer.) After removing my underwear, I started to touch myself, as help to encourage my release. I wasn't as full as usual, so I was somewhat anxious to release from such an unusual position, dribbling in doubt as I fear to not make a mess, but fortunately, I was met with a shy stream spraying itself all over the shower floor (the direction I was turned towards while sitting to, of course, prevent a mess). Post this session, I went to have lunch, after which I consistently drank from my water bottle while going about my day. As it was Saturday, it wasn't much of an eventful day (at least, not in a regular sense). A few hours after lunch and I felt an urge, a bit of a bigger urge than before, having drank all that water... It was sunny during this time, so I was doubtful, but I decided to use my balcony (this being the first time of a total few today); I was unsure, holding myself in doubt, when I noticed that it started to rain. I thought "This is it, just what I needed! With this, I can hide the fact!" and soon released a slow stream, careful to not damage the wall, but also trying to avoid suspicion from anyone else that may be outside, both from an auditory and visual standpoint. (While doing this standing up proved to get some liquid on myself, I payed no mind). Of course, I soon continued with my regular activities, and felt an urge after a while shorter than before, although this release wasn't very memorable, as it went similarly to the first. Now, finally, the situation that inspired me to write this in the first place... Obviously, I was keeping up with my newly-learned habit of hydrating regularly, trying not to give in to my urge as I've engaged in this too many times in one day... But I had enough. I could feel how hard and heavy my bladder has become, begging for release, tingling with every movement... I didn't have a choice, I had to act quickly. The weather outside was unstable, raining and then stopping, then raining again, but it was mostly light rain. My balcony floor had a big puddle of liquid by now, mostly containing my own, if not for the stray raindrops getting past the balcony cover. Then, I suddenly noticed the rain growing more steadily, wobbily rushing outside, holding myself desperately; This time, I tried to resist on purpose. Having to shield myself from the rain by crouching, I felt the building pressure of my bladder more intensely than before, offering myself more and more stimulation, holding back my moans... And then I burst. As the rain was hitting harder, I let out a strong jet, suppressing any sort of auditory pleasure I had to express. It felt wonderful when the rain increased in intensity just as I hit nirvana, the way it was in sync with my body... And just as I finished, it started sleeting; Really, on a late June evening, at that! I hurriedly stood to my feet, getting hit by the sleet before hurriedly rushing inside and closing the balcony door, hearing the sound of icy particles hitting against metal, concrete and glass. I genuinely couldn't believe what just had happened, and for it to be as I was in such a situation... As for things after this ordeal, the effects of rapid desperation didn't leave me just yet, even giving me a full bladder as I'm writing this! All in all, I'm glad to share this experience, even if a little anxious, as I don't usually talk about personal matters like these with anyone, always indulging in them alone. I also apologize if this story isn't exactly fit for this site, as there was no clothes/underwear wetting involved, only rapid desperation and semi-public relief. Either way, I hope this was an enjoyable read, and I wish to recieve feedback, be it positive or negative. I may even write some more if there's demand, so stay tuned!
  16. So i realised its been a while since i did anything omo and i had a free day today so i tried out a technique ive been wanting to do for like 2 years now: Rapid desperation. For those who don't know already rapid desperation is where you drink a certain amount of water every hour and pee whenever you want. You then (an hour prior to holding) start to have that same amount of water every 15 minutes and again pee whenever you want. You then pee when you want to start your hold and continue drinking at that level. (It is insane how well this works and how good it feels) I have a pretty small bladder anyway so naturally i woke up and went to the toilet. I decided to kickstart the day with 2 cups of tea and a pint of water (this is normally enough for me to get a small hold going) and followed it by drinking my second glass of water at 11. I had one every hour until 5 and found myself peeing around once every hour when i started to need it. I also had a driving lesson but didn't really notice any need to pee because i was trying not to crash or stall my car for the 32nd time in a row XD. Around 5 i started drinking one every 15 minutes then at 6 i peed and started the hold. I wanted to get through just 1 episode of BBCs sherlock (1 hour and a half) because i had heard how quick i would start needing to pee but DAMN I OVER ESTIMATED MYSELF!! By 20 minutes into the episode and another glass of water downed I was fidgeting pretty badly. I ended up having to get up and walk around at the 30 minute mark. around this time my alarm went off and I went back downstairs to get yet another glass of water. When i was filling up my glass however I started to do a lot of pee dancing around the kitchen. I am pretty sure i leaked a small amount here as well. (I was wearing some cotton shorts and a t-shirt with grey pants) I was pretty eager to not pee in my shorts so i headed back to my room and took them off to watch more Sherlock. (I was watching a Scandal in Belgravia (the one with Irene Adler)) About 35 minutes into the hold i knew i just wasn't going to make it any longer and paused the episode and headed to the bathroom. When i got into the bathroom my body immediately tried to release and I grabbed myself really hard and bent down. I stayed like this for like a minute because I was going to pee if i stood up. I looked at my pants and was surprised to see a pretty large dark grey wet spot even though I had only leaked a small bit once. I took of my pants and realised I was actually leaking consistent small drops of pee without realising. I checked the time quickly and saw that I was about 42 minutes into the hold. I was at breaking point, I was moaning a lot and grabbing my legs over and over. All of a sudden i felt my body prepare to eject the pee. I was grabbing onto my legs half bent down because of the pressure when the urge came over me. I leaked at first just a small amount and thought i had got through the urge but was proved wrong when a massive spurt of pee came out of me. It went for like 3 seconds and had a very loud hissing sound. This surprised me so much i didn't have time to get into the shower first and it all went on the floor. I tried like 3 times to stop the stream but it kept starting again after like 1 or 2 seconds of not peeing. I ended up regaining control after about 1/3 of my bladder had emptied itself and actually found myself not that desperate (too my disappointment) I quickly cleaned up and cleaned myself and put on fresh pants to continue drinking and watching sherlock. I had already wet myself and failed to watch the whole episode but decided to carry on anyways. It was only like 5 minutes anyway before my bladder had started to reach full capacity again (I think it was this or the fact that my bladder was very tired from all the holding) I was sat cross legged on my bed watching sherlock on the verge of wetting myself again when I changed position and felt a surprising amount of warmth on my crotch. It turns out I had been leaking again without knowing (really not something that ever happens to me so it must just be because of the rapid desperation) I had actually made a small wet patch on my bed cover. When i stood up to put my sheets into the wash I found i couldn't stand up straight at all and was on the verge of wetting myself. I then decided to do something very stupid and force myself to stand straight. I straightened up and instantly my bladder gave up and started releasing small spurts. I freaked out as it came out of no where and sprinted to the bathroom (I was home alone today so had free roam 😄) As i ran i held myself and tried to hold it all in but every step i took sent another spurt of pee out of my body. As soon as the bathroom door closed the stream came out at full force and started going down my legs and back onto the floor i cleaned only 20 minutes before. I hopped into the shower and tried to regain control but i was fully wetting myself and the best i could do was turn my strong steam into a weaker stream. I don't know why but i collapsed to my knees and let go. It was one of the best feelings i have ever had. I swear i nearly climaxed from just the release alone haha. This experience was truly amazing and i plan to do it again soon. It wasn't painful at all and felt so goooood. I really liked how much it made me leak and was suprised to find myself leaking without knowing about it. I also keep thinking about the pee just running down my legs as i tried to shut the bathroom door in a panic. The wetting itself was different as well as just as i was starting to pee myself it felt more like my body was forcefully ejecting it instead of just losing control. Anyways I hoped you enjoyed reading this and feel free to ask any questions!
  17. Moving back in with parents soon now that uni ended. I'll be living with them for a while so I'll have to cut back on all the fun omo stuff BUT to celebrate and for a grand finale I present to you a video of one of my wettings tonight! Today is laundry day. My last laundry day here at this apartment. I waited until my roommate had fallen asleep and in the meantime prepped for rapid desperation. Through experience I've tweaked the numbers so they're safer and more enjoyable for me BUT follow the same principle. 380ml once every hour. After the third hour roomie was asleep and I was peeing clear. Then 380ml every 20 min or so. I eventually came across a challenge to "press on your bladder for 3 minutes with both hands" which is why my hands are at an awkward position once I started letting loose. Sucks that it cut off the actual wetting of my panties but enjoy! 5261.mp4
  18. After the incident where I peed in my drivers seat after getting my covid vaccine the other day, I thought I might capitalize on what already happened and have some fun. I hadn't had a chance to clean my seat yet...so I thought of another drive with some rapid desperation, maybe wearing a pullup to save me more cleanup than I already needed to do. Then a friend suddenly texted and desperately needed a ride somewhere. In 15 minutes. Eep. Didn't really feel like explaining the seat (still damp). So, trying to think quickly, I sprayed it with febreeze, and then got some car cleaner in a spray bottle. I threw the bottle on the floor of the passenger's side, wiped half of my dash clean with a wet wipe, put a garbage bag and towel on the seat and raced off to get her. I explained to my friend that I was going to clean the inside of my car before picking her up, and put the spray bottle on the driver's seat and lo and behold it leaked a whole bunch of cleaner! So that's why my seat was how it was...and she totally didn't think anything of it (the last time she was in my car it was super dirty, so having half the dash clean made it all seem more plausible). Whew. I'm quite sure I overthought that but I was a bit panicked by the unexpected request! After I dropped her off I was way on the other side of town, very near a particularly beautiful drive. I decided since my seat needed to be cleaned anyway I would drink fluids, try a rapid desperation thing, and if I had some dribbles on the way home....who cares. I knew I had a pullup in the car and I planned to change into that after I started feeling a need to go (I already have some OAB and urge/stress incontinence issues so I keep pullups handy). I stopped at a store, and grabbed a 2 liter of lemonade. I drank about 1 liter quickly and soon stopped at a fast food place to pee. Then drank another half liter or so as I continued on further out of town into some wonderful scenery. At some point I came upon a road that I remembered would take me through this absolutely gorgeous canyon area, and I thought I remembered a bunch of pit toilets along the road because fisher(wo)men are often there. Seemed perfect, plus it would be remote...which I craved today, and I didn't think anyone would be fishing in cold weather with snow here and there. I really started to have to pee again quickly as I was driving the 25 miles on windy and sometimes gravelly road. I realized with a start that I never changed into the pullup at the fast food place. Argh. Oh well. I can probably find a place to change into it quickly. About 15 miles later I saw a pull off with a pit toilet that was my salvation...I was so sure. Grabbed the pullup, some TP, and unfolded myself incredibly carefully from my driving position. When I stood up....horror of all horrors....my stomach gurgled....and we've all been there on a hold, am I right? Don't worry...I won't say much more than that. But oh no no no. Not a 2-for-1 deal. That's not gonna be a thing with no other clothes with me and now at least 2 hours away from home. A bit of panic. I clenched with all my might and walked (waddled) to the door of the outhouse. I pulled it open and omg. Worst nightmare public toilet. I'm guessing the forest service (or whomever) isn't monitoring or cleaning yet (?) this season. It was horrific and I quickly shut the door, shuddered, and tried not to gag. Seriously, worse than any gas station bathroom I've ever seen. So that one was out. I thought of putting on the pullup there (behind the car door or something) or even popping a squat but oh the horror of contemplating that with what was brewing inside.... and literally as I'm thinking about it, 2 cars go by...slowly...and they both look at me. Ok so that's not gonna happen. So I very...very... carefully got back in and drove off clenching everything like my life depended on it. Which is not easy with a stick shift on a gravelly road. About 5 minutes later I pulled off on the next pullout with a pit toilet. And another SUV pulled in from the other direction and stopped. A guy looked at me from inside. There was also an empty car parked....not sure where that person was. I genuinely felt like I was going to lose it right then. And that would be the worst possible outcome. I thought I would be sick. I had already lost interest in my hold...who cares. I just was desperate not to have the other kind of accident followed by the one I'd originally planned because ugh omg my car. And 2 more hours of driving. At that point, my urethra was doing that spastic thing, desperately wanting to pee. And boom...my heart starts pounding and....spurt. clench clench clench. I feel some wetness but it stops. I actually lifted my butt off the seat and twisted a bit in pain to try to keep everything in. A person wandered up in waders from the nearby fishing spot and I just couldn't get out of the car at that point. I was thinking I could hide the leak from those 2 people, but if getting out of the car caused me to lose control in either way in front of these guys, I felt like I would die. This all felt like it was quickly becoming a nightmare. I was sweating profusely. I quickly drove off, spinning a bit on the gravel, and found a 3rd location with only 1 empty car. SO thankful but still not in the clear. I get out, clenched all the way and actually made it to the toilet which thankfully was not horrid. Whew. Got my pants down just in time. I was trying to hold in some of the pee because I usually can't separate those two. Took care of the most pressing issue but I couldn't stop the dribbling and finally just pulled up my pants and it more or less stopped. I sanitized the heck out of my hands when I got back to the car and slid in the seat again. I was soooo relieved to have avoided total disaster. As I started driving again I realize I still forgot the pullup. Are you kidding me? Whatever. Kinda over it by now...I need to clean the seat already. Seemed like my need to pee had evaporated. Probably peed more than I thought earlier. Or just the overwhelming stress of it all. I noticed I still had a little wet patch between my legs that I was enjoying so figured I would still salvage the drive. I drove another 10 minutes and suddenly had to pee like crazy! I tried to figure out if I wanted to test another pit toilet (kinda not), or just try to hold and see what happened (yeah... that sounds a bit naughty and well-deserved fun at this point). It really sounded nice after all the stress I'd been through. Well what happened is I couldn't hold it. Like, at all. My urethra started doing the spasms and then pee just started coming out and I couldn't stop it. And it kept coming. Spurt...dribble...slow dribble. I pulled over because I wasn't planning on this much pee tbh. It was pooling between my legs and about to spill over on the floor. I felt both pant legs get wet in the back...behind my knees and start spreading downward. I grabbed a jacket from my passenger seat and stuck it under my butt and the pee just kept coming out in waves. I pulled the jacket up between my legs to soak it up. Meanwhile people are driving by...way more people than I thought. I started having panic thoughts that my car would break down or something and I'd have to get out of my car. Or I'd be pulled over, etc. Like my brain was just reeling, and yet I was also super excited/happy? It was a beautiful day, my car seat was already toast, and rapid desperation had worked way better than I'd ever experienced. Maybe after the events of Thursday and then earlier, I just wasn't in top "holding" form anymore (ok not that I ever am....) So I basically managed to get it under control (or it just stopped) and pulled back out and kept driving on my way. I went though a coffee drive through and got a large coffee and downed it, although I felt really empty by that point and figured it would only serve to keep me up tonight. I was still about an hour and a half from home. Within 10 minutes I felt totally desperate again. I would try to hold it but I had almost no holding power left. I just kept peeing myself at fairly regular intervals...all the while driving (rural area, hardly any traffic). I could feel the back of my pants soaked, and I I was feeling my socks and Chuck Taylors get wet. Definitely also not the plan but....it's all washable I guess. I took a detour to a lookout spot as the sun was setting. At the top there was only one car in the lot and it was empty. So I took a risk and got out of the car to see just how wet I was. When I stood up, more pee came out. I moved the jacket and holy shiz everything was soaked. I snapped a couple quick pics (sorry not the best...hard to take them of myself) and drove another 45 minutes to get home...intermittently peeing off and on with almost no control. Pulled in as it was really starting to get dark and saw the outside light was out on my apt blog. So had a bit more cover as I did the walk of shame but who knows if anyone saw me out their windows. I will definitely be sleeping with protection tonight! Thanks for reading... I hope the retelling wasn't too tedious. Such a rush though. Wow. I'm still kind of experiencing an afterglow from it. So many emotions in so many different directions. All-in-all, I guess I have to recommend the vaccine that started all this! 😉
  19. I want to try having a real accident outdoors today, and I’m fairly confident I will not see anyone out. I’ll start my rapid desperation set-up at noon today- (Time of posting is 7:33am for reference) peeing freely and drinking water (a lot; haven't determined) every hour. My hike will be at 5pm, I’ll be going somewhere remote to respect social distancing, and other’s privacy, and then I think I’ll bring tea with me, drinking every 15 minutes. I’ll update this thread and tell you how it goes! I’d like outfit recommendations. It should be sunny and 50 degrees (F) I’m looking forward to it!!!
  20. Just had my first true loss of control the other night and thought I would share the story here. New to documenting my experiences so don't hold back any punches for comments/critiques/questions: Overall, had a bit of a rough week. Two major midterms back to back meant that I spent a lot of time studying and stressing—even though I'm a good student and always do fine come test day. Regardless, after my 9am exam on Friday, I decided that I should treat myself for all my hard work this week. I could hit up some friends to see if they want to spend the night on the town or.... With only 38 minutes left on the most recent Steam sale, I bought Bloodstained: Curse of the Moon. (Decent game. It strives to be a spiritual successor to the original Castlevania games, but it's not nearly as difficult. Would recommend to anyone new to that genre.) I had already decided that I would just stay in and play my new game instead of going out, when my roommate told me that he would be leaving our apartment at around 6pm to go play poker with some friends, and he wouldn't be coming home until after 1am. With this new information, I schemed of a way to make my night even more enjoyable—some rapid desperation. (For those of you who are unfamiliar with the rapid desperation technique, go ahead and look it up. It takes a bit of prep, but it's a great payoff! It requires that you drink a bit and use the bathroom as needed for a while until you stop and completely deny yourself so that it's like, and I quote, "hitting the brakes on a freight train".) After going on a run, showering, and doing some chores, 6pm arrived and I started a night of rapid desperation. As soon as my roommate left, I grabbed a cup that I know holds about 400mL, filled it with water, and downed it all. I played some Pokemon Platinum for a while and then drank another 400mL glass of water around 7pm. At this point I was getting a bit hungry, so I went to the kitchen and prepared myself some shrimp ceviche. I felt the need to pee as I was cooking, so I stopped, went to the bathroom. used the toilet, then resumed cooking. Before enjoying my dinner, I took a double shot of tequila. I then made myself a rum and coke to enjoy with my ceviche. I finished dinner a bit after 8pm, so for 'dessert' I had another glass of water, followed by another double shot of tequila. I went back to playing Pokemon for a bit until I felt the need to pee again, so I got up from the living room couch and went to the bathroom again, shortly before 9 o'clock struck and the rapid desperation rules changed—I would now be drinking a glass of water every 15 minutes, but still be allowed to use the bathroom until 10pm. My last bathroom break was at around 9:40. At this point, knowing that the holding time would begin soon, I slipped out of my pajamas and into a diaper. I also switched from Pokemon to Bloodstained, as I find that the turn-based combat is too relaxed for a hold. Focusing on games with more action usually helps me hold as it takes my mind off of how close to bursting I am. It allows me to reach a point where I'll probably have to clean up the warm aftermath of an overflowed diaper. I continued drinking a cup of water every 15-20 minutes, but no longer used the bathroom after 10pm. I kept holding, but it got to a point where I couldn't focus on the game and I decided to take part in one of my favorite holding activities—washing dishes. I intentionally didn't clean up after making my ceviche because doing the dishes while holding is one of my favorite activities. Normally, doing the dishes is a chore that I dread, but fighting back the urge to let loose onto the kitchen floor is a fun battle. The sound of rushing liquid, the warm temperature of the water, and having to alternate between bending over and reaching high to load the dishwasher or put stuff away makes for a very intense holding activity. Unfortunately, I made it through the activity without a single leak. The night went on. I moved to my bedroom in case my roommate came back early and continued drinking water. I stopped focusing on my game and decided to just lie in bed and listen to some relaxing music hoping to maybe fall asleep and wake up to a nice long wet. I put down two towels hoping to overflow my diaper in bed, but my hold started to cause a pain in my lower back that I couldn't bear anymore. Finally, at 12:30 I gave up on loosing control and I tried to use my diaper, but something was keeping me from letting loose. Instead, I took off my diaper and peed into a measuring cup. I totaled in at around 700mL. I was disappointed by my inability to wet and decided to stop drinking. I changed back into my pajamas and threw the towels that I had laid down into my laundry hamper thinking that my night was over, but I was dead wrong. My roommate came back a little bit after 1pm, but it didn't matter at this point because I was locked up in my room and done with my hold...right? I decided to move on and planned on playing my new game until I wanted to go to sleep. My roommate went straight to bed, which was very fortunate as it allowed for the following events to happen. I plugged in my laptop to a nearby power outlet and set up so that I could play in the comfort of my bed. Everything was going fine until I got to the 5th level. The boss for that stage is notoriously hard. I was very focused and tried my best, but I was getting nowhere. I was down to my last life, really hoping that I wouldn't die and get sent back to the beginning of th-!!!!! All of a sudden, right in the fucking middle of the boss fight, a sharp pain came from my lower abdomen and shot down all the way to the tip of my penis. I dropped my controller without pausing and died to the boss—all so that I could keep my bed dry. I rushed to the bathroom, hand on crotch, and relieved myself. But for some reason I could tell that this was not going to be an isolated incident. I grabbed the towels I had tossed aside and donned a diaper once again for a second attempt. After getting sent back to the beginning of the level I made my way back to the boss. I made it to him again, and like last time, in the middle of the fight I had the same feeling. But this time I was prepared. I powered through feeling and did my best to try and beat the boss, I failed to beat him but finally succeeded in something else that I had been trying accomplish, during my second attempt at the boss, I finally had my first loss of control! With no fear of wetting the bed thanks to my diaper/towel combo, I kept my shaking hands on the controller as I felt a strong discomfort grow to excruciating pain, to blissful release over the course of 10 minutes. My third attempt at the level was the time I finally beat the boss, but by that point I had flipped my diaper around to completely soak it as a third wave of desperation overtook me then escaped through a gushing stream from my penis. I stopped playing for the night after I got past the 7th level, but even after I stopped drinking after midnight, I was able to fill a total of 3 diapers front and back over the course of 5 separate wettings. Overall, 10/10 would recommend rapid desperation. That said, anybody else remember their first loss of control or have any memorable rapid desperation experiences to also testify to its effectiveness?
  21. Before you read this, let me preface you: tonight I decided to do a rapid desperation run. This is when you drink a little, pee, have another drink, pee, drink, etc until your body gets used to peeing out everything that goes in. Then you stop peeing. Your body doesn't know what to do, and your bladder fills rapidly. So much so that I'd been peeing every half hour before I wrote this. I starting writing this on my iPad notes page at twenty past midnight. It's now 1:40 and I need to pee again. I've kept it gender-neutral as best I can I hope you all enjoy it - I know I did! Okay omo, I'm going to do a hold tonight - I'm challenging myself to keep dry while trying to catch dittos on Pokemon moon. But there's a catch! I've been doing the rapid desperation thing for almost an hour - within five minutes of peeing I need to pee again. Right now I'm at a 6 out of 11, 10 being spurts and 11 being wetting uncontrollably (I hope to reach 11 before I end, I'll be honest...) So, starting now, I'll be using the chain method to catch at least five dittos with four perfect ivs - which means the thirtieth or more ditto in a chain. If I catch five which don't cover all six ivs, I'll carry on until I do Before I start, a drink! A pint of water sounds good. I'll be updating how I feel every ten minutes or so. Right now I'm crossing and uncrossing my legs and bobbing up and down. Normally I'd be looking for a toilet and showing signs of desperation, but right now I'm just showing signs of desperation. Autocorrect should fix most typos while I do this, so far I've been typing gibberish without it Okay, drink has been drunk. Two more pints if water for each catch I make, and a large cup of coffee as well. Let's catch me some dittos! I'm already grabbing myself and pacing back and forth... I don't think I'll make it dry! Two minutes from my last update, I'm at an eight. Can't let go of myself - this rapid desperation thing is no joke. Only just flew my avatar to the right place to catch dittos. Still got three drinks to look forward to... Found my first ditto after four minutes, not bad. Can't play and type though, I need one hand to hold on. Just need to end this chain, and then another four. Also the three drinks...I'll be wet within the hour, I just know it For those curious, I'm wearing full length jeans, odd socks, and a button up shirt. And also a look of urgency I'd wager. I don't think I'll make it to the second ditto to be honest. Accidentally ko'd the first ditto, better start again. I'm not thinking straight already, I'm at a nine! I've not even been going ten minutes fully, haven't even started my coffee. First ten minute update! Started the coffee, I'll be spurting soon. Updates are every two minutes really, not ten. Because I need somewhere to complain to! I want to pee so bad. It's going to feel so good when I do go. Finished my coffee. Fearow. Skarmory. Minior. Beldum. A short list of the Pokemon that keep coming up and are not ditto. I can't sit still, I can't sit straight...I can't hold on! It's been eight minutes since my last ditto, I have to stand up to stay dry. This is crazy Twenty minutes since I started, thirty minutes since I last peed. I won't make even one ditto as this rate I can feel by bladder starting to do its own thing now...another ditto! Don't ko it this time, chain it. I'm going to wet myself before I finish the chain. Can't stand straight. Can't let go for five seconds without peeing Sweating now. Turned on the fan to keep me cool. Nearly spurted while doing so. Oh god I have To go so bad! Bent over double. Nearly thirty minutes. Nearly spurted twice while typing Thrice First spurt. Couldn't hold it in. Bent at the knees, couldn't move. Felt it come closer and closer until *fshhh* and I peed a little. Still, I feel much better now! My jean legs have obvious stains down the legs, the front of my right and the back of my left. They did a good job at absorbing it all, there's hardly any on the floor. Still, I feel another wave on the way. I've only just made it half hour and I'm wet. Literally at a ten, I'll have lost all control by the next ten minutes I know it First spurt penalty is another pint of water. Let's go......and done. I feel spurt two on the way... The stain is mostly on the back my left calf, and every time I feel it touch me I need to pee more. The next spurt will hit soon - I can feel it coming now. Not even a minute since my last post and it hit me. I lost all control. This is 11/10. Couldn't move. Bent at the knees my bladder clenched with all its might. I can't hold back - I'm peeing right now, as I type, and it feels wonderful! Not even one ditto and I've wet myself. The inside of my legs are a dark blue top to bottom. It's so warm, it's so goood! I've taken back control now, but I'm finishing deliberately. Might as well finish what I started. It's not easy to convince my body to wet itself like this, but I'm trying! So there you have it omo! Forty minutes into rapid desperation and I'm standing in a puddle while I add to it. I can keep my jeans warm where my bladder is filling so quickly. I'll have to get those dittos another time, for now I have to put my clothes in the washer. When I've dealt with those I'll deal with myself.... Hold on *Hnn!* Still a little more in me. Well, there was, now it's on me. Clothes are in the washer, and I'm in my bed. I can guarantee I'm going to need to pee all night long, which means I won't be getting much sleep tonight. I'll be going in and out the bathroom non stop. The good thing about rapid desperation is that my pee is almost completely clean, but the downside is that my bladders going to fill and fill and fill for a good few hours. Hang on. Found a bottle. Looks like i might not be going in and out the toilet all night... Here's hoping I don't wet the bed... good night, omo DimWitRolo.
  22. Oh boy, have I got a lot to share. I had the day off today, and since my wife is out of town, I decided to have some fun. I started with the rapid desperation method and took several quizzes, as well as flash teases, while I did this. It escalated pretty damn fast! I decided to finish in the shower out of sheer laziness, but leading up to it was just... it was honestly indescribable. By the end of it, I was at a 9 on the desperation scale and leaking constantly! I moaned out loud when it said things like "lie on your stomach and arch your back" or "press your abdomen against a counter". When I finally let go, it felt orgasmic. I thought my day couldn't possibly get better, but it did. See, it's always been a fantasy of mine to wet a school uniform, and yesterday I found a uniform skirt at Goodwill. This evening, I drove to the park a few miles away. There were several people there-at least twelve-and I felt my pulse speed up. I've wet myself in front of others before (mostly at the gym, they fortunately gave no sign of noticing) but never more than three or four. I pushed down my worry and walked to one of the play structures, climbing to the top and sitting down. I had gone commando under the skirt (and it was short, too, which made me half hope someone would see under it) so I just adjusted it slightly, looked around, and when I knew no one was looking, I let go. Hot urine trickled out of me while strangers milled about, completely oblivious to me pissing myself just feet away from them. When I finished, I walked away fairly quickly and got back in my car. It was an incredibly sexy day.
  23. I had the house to myself on Wednesday night, and so I decided to indulge in some pee holding. Normally, when I do this, I use the rapid desperation technique. But then I keep drinking, and keep holding again after I pee. I can usually put myself in a desperate situation every hour or so. However, it is rare that I have a truly uncontrollable wetting. My first hold followed the usual routine. I held until I was in agony, but then finally gave in and peed in a Gatorade bottle. The amount was pretty close to my usual capacity, about 32 fl oz. The second hold was very similar to the first one. By the third hold, my muscles were starting to get tired. I turned on my Xbox and started playing Rock Band. I often use this game while holding for a few reasons. One reason is that it acts as a distraction so that time seems to pass quicker, another reason is that I am prevented from grabbing my crotch while playing the plastic guitar, and the final reason is to use songs as personal challenges(Come on, Will, you can hold it for one more song!). By about 45 minutes from my last pee, I was downright frantic. I was dancing around like crazy(and not dancing to the music). I don't remember the song I was playing, but I remember the moment when the urge to pee suddenly skyrocketed. It was like jumping from a 9 to a 14. A long jet of pee started coming out. I frantically whipped the guitar strap off of my shoulders and threw the controller on the bed. I hurried to the bathroom. I had managed to stop the flow by the time I got into the bathroom and began fumbling with my pants button and zipper. I could already tell that the wetness had soaked the pants down to my knees. I really did want to finish peeing in the toilet. As I was fumbling with my pants, the flow started again and I couldn't stop it. I gave up on trying to undo my pants and stepped into the shower. I completely drenched those pants. I put on clean clothes, continued to drink, and prepared myself for another hold. However, when the urge to pee began to hit, it actually became a bit painful. I decided to just go ahead and pee and take a short break from holding. So I simply went to pee whenever the urge hit for the next 45 minutes before starting another hold. Once I had to pee again, I resumed my Rock Band playing. As per usual, it took about 45 minutes to become completely frantic. I picked one of the longer Iron Maiden songs because Iron Maiden always seems to do me in. This time, with how exhausted my muscles were, the need to pee hit me like a ton of bricks. I made the mistake of thinking I could relax my muscles for a moment, and then hold again before the pee actually came out. It worked, for a moment, but it didn't last long. After I clenched everything back up, a wave of desperation hit me so hard that I stood no chance of holding back. The pee started coming out again whether I liked it or not. Just as before, I threw down the guitar controller and raced for the bathroom. Unlike last time, I couldn't stop the flow by clenching my holding muscles. I had to use my hand and squeeze my dick to keep from leaving a trail of urine all the way to the bathroom(I was wearing shorts this time, so there was less fabric to absorb everything). I stood in the shower again and gasped at how great the relief felt. If you could have seen my face, you would have probably thought I was having an orgasm or something.
  24. Since I'm new here, I decided to start off with my first ever time wetting myself. I'll leave my exact age out in case of moderators, but I was in high school. I was very much into holding desperation, but I had never tried it myself. My parents were out for a while, so I decided to try rapid desperation. I was already a little desperate because I hadn't taken my morning pee and so I started. I was drinking about 100 mL every 10 minutes, which seems a bit much, but I can hold for a very long time and I wanted to lose control before my parents came home. Since I was fairly bored during the first half of my hold, I decided to masturbate, touching my swollen clit through my panties and moaning. However, when I came even a little bit close to coming, hot pee squirted out from between my legs, showing exactly how desperate I actually was. I stopped, wanting to flood the tight shorts I was in, and drank another 100 mL. Before we get too far into the story, I'd like to describe myself so you get an idea of how I looked. At that age, I was already fairly big in the bust (I was a 34C and still growing) with a slim waist, full hips and a round ass. I was small though, having to wear children's tops since anything else didn't fit quite right and as a result, my boobs were always on display. This particular day, I was wearing a tight white low-cut tank top, which was slightly translucent so that you could see my plum coloured bra, and Daisy Dukes that showed off my ass perfectly. I was about 50 minutes into the challenge and wildly desperate. My knees were bouncing, hands jammed into my crotch and my boobs were threatening to come out of my bra. I could barely focus on anything, all my attention on my bladder and trying not to wet myself. My knees knocked together and I was grinding against my hands. I had never been so turned on! Before I could go get my next glass, my pee started to leak out. I grabbed once more between my legs, trying to keep it in and went and had another glass of water. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it much longer, so I moved everything into the shower where any mess would be easier to clean up. I was shaking my ass, which somehow made me feel better and then drank another glass of water. I needed to go, and fast. I unbuttoned my shorts, trying to prolong my desperation and saw my bladder bulge. I was at least twice my normal size and as I drank more, I watched it grow. It was a total turn on. Soon, all thoughts had turned to either how horny I was or how desperate I was. My boobs shook as I bounced, trying to keep it in, and piss was dripping down my legs, my pee hole working double time to keep everything in. I drank another glass of water (I was around 1 hour and 30 minutes in, having drunk about a litre of water) and finally the floodgates opened. I moaned as hot pee ran down my legs, pattering loudly against the shower floor and soaking my little shorts. I was holding my boobs, still trying to hold it in and failing and finally I fell to my knees. I must have pissed for about 10 minutes, until finally the flow stopped and I rubbed myself to the best orgasm I ever had, even squirting out a little bit of pee at the end. This is my first attempt at writing about my experiences, so if you have any suggestions on how I could improve, please comment
  25. Just wanted to share a little factoid/discovery. It comes in two parts. Part one: I recently learned (I think here on omo.org somewhere) that your kidneys can only process about 4 cups of water every hour without causing problems (that's probably conservative, but conservative is good when it comes to safety). That means about 1 cup--or 8oz--of water every 15 minutes. So, for the rapid desperation method, I recommend using 8oz of water instead of the 12oz it calls for every 15 minutes during the hold. After all, you don't want to consume more than my kidneys can handle. Part two: 8oz is a lot less than you probably think it is. I was surprised when I actually measured it out. Despite being used as a "typical" size of a glass of water, 8oz is really a very small amount--about half a pint glass, for you beer drinkers out there. Try measuring into one of your normal glasses at home, and you'll see. It's not very much! Anyway, you're all free to do what you want, of course, but this is a safety tip I thought was worth sharing with the community.
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