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  1. Sitting quietly in the stands, with a cruel look on her otherwise pretty face, Jennifer was staring intensely at the new girl as she walked about the gym floor, unaware that she was being watched. As cheerleading captain, Jennifer was always accompanied by her two loyal subject Stephanie and Madison, who blindly shared Jennifer’s opinion about this new girl being a total bitch. That problem was that the new girls happened to share several classes with Jennifer’s boyfriend, who seemed to fancy the new girl quite a bit and would flirt quite obvious whenever they were together. Jennifer had even caught him flirting with her over messenger, but instead of calling her boyfriend out, Jennifer would blame the new girl instead. Having transferred from another school, Lilly was the new girl in class and was still trying to find her place among the other students. She was pretty but shy and a bit nerdy. She would always carry a reusable water bottle and made an effort to stay properly hydrated throughout the day. Of cause, drinking large amounts of water will have an effect on your bladder and Jennifer had noticed that Lilly would visit the ladies’ room whenever she got the chance. Sharing a few classes, Madison had also noticed to double lessons would almost always put Lilly’s bladder to the test as she would spend the last 20-30 minutes, tapping her foot on the floor, fidgeting in her chair and sometimes even holding her crotch as she desperately waiting to the class to be over. With this information, Jennifer knew exactly how she would get her revenge. Having gathered the entire cheerleading squad, Jennifer informed her loyal soldiers about her devious plan and the following day the plan was put into action. As the first period began, Lilly seemed calm and collected, paying attention to the lecture and occasionally sipping water but as the bell rang, Lilly got up and headed straight to the ladies’ room only to find all stall being occupied and a few cheerleaders waiting in line. Surprised and a slightly annoyed, Lilly had no other choice but to queue up behind the other girls and wait her turn, but as the bell rang again, the line hadn’t moved and Lilly was forced to go to class without relieving herself. About 45 minutes into the second period, Lilly could feel the pressure building on her bladder, however being a double period it would be awhile before she would get a chance to pee. As time passed the pressure kept building and Lilly began tapping her foot impatiently as the tried to ignore the urge and focus on her class. The girls knew that sign, Lilly was getting desperate to pee and when the bell finally rang, she jumped out of her chair and rushed towards for the ladies’ room only to find all stalls to be occupied… Again! Once again she was forced to wait in line and once again the bell rang without her getting to use the toilet. Frustrated and desperate she was tempted to keep waiting but she knew at coming to class late would get her trouble and she reluctantly went back to class. Although this was a single period, her urge to pee was already unbearable. Crossing her legs anxiously and shifting around in her seat, the other girls giggled at her misery, well knowing that she was about to burst. As her desperation grew, the shy girl gathered the courage to raise her hand and ask the teacher if she could use the restroom. But her request was swiftly and firmly denied, much to the cheerleaders’ amusement. At this point Lilly couldn’t sit still. With one had she firmly held her crotch while she wrote with the other. Crossing her legs, tapping her foot and holding her crotch, Lilly wasn’t sure she was going to make it but after an eternity of waiting the bell finally rang. Like a rocket taking off, Lilly leapt from her chair and rushed towards the ladies’ room, stilling holding her crotch as she desperately tried not to pee her pants. Rushing down the hall, her patch was suddenly blocked by Jennifer and a handful of cheerleaders. Shocked and desperate she tried to push through, but the girls pushed back… “Hi Lilly... You look a bit… Desperate?” She tried to push through again, this time with force, but the cheerleaders pushed her back. “Please let me through… I really have to pee!” Her bladder ached feeling like it was about to burst. Holding her crotch with both hands, Lilly looked at her with begging eyes. “Please… I really… Fuck!” Lilly’s eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching car. Losing control for a second, a large squirt of pee escaped her overburdened bladder and leaked out into her panties. Struck by panic, Lilly tried to push her way past the obstructing cheerleaders but once again she was pushed back. She felt another squirt of pee escape her bladder but this time she was unable to regain control. Clenching her entire body, Lilly held her breath as she desperately tried to regain control but a small stream of pee was continuously leaking from her exhausted bladder… “No, no, no, no, no!..” With tears in her eyes, Lilly realized that she was fighting a lost battle and after a few seconds of panic she was forced go give up trying as a strong steam of pee began flooding her panties. A warm and wet sensation quickly spread around her crotch and down the inside of her thighs as the warm urine soaked through her tight blue jeans. Realizing that Lilly was finally pissing herself, the cheerleaders all burst out in laughter. Defeated and humiliated, Lilly fell to her knees, covering her face in shames as tears started running down her face, as she heard the sounds of everyone around her laughing, cheering and taking pictures. As the laughter wore off, Lilly was finally done peeing. Her panties and jeans were completely drenched in pee and a huge yellow puddle had formed around her knees.
  2. All characters are over 18! Lucas squirmed in his seat. His bladder was so, so full and it felt like it was about to burst. His tight jeans, which accentuated his penis bulge, now compressed his bladder, which was containing over a litre of hot urine, which he had been holding for over an hour. He glanced at the clock... only ten minutes were left. He could do that. Once the bell rang, he would race down to the toilet, head to the toilet, undo his belt, whip out his dick, and pee. Suddenly, a spurt of urine interrupted his thoughts. He squeezed his thighs together to stop the involuntary flow of urine. He was able to stop the flow but was even more desperate than before. He slowly moved his legs apart to inspect the damage. There was no wet spot on his jeans yet, but his boxers felt damp. He crossed his legs and bounced his knee, staring at the clock, longing for the bell to ring. Meanwhile... Nasir grabbed his crotch and bounced around in his seat. His bladder was also full to the brim and contained the several large bottles of tea he had been drinking throughout the day. His sweatpants also showed his large penis bulge, and was so tight you could see the head of it. He was too desperate to act discrete and his teacher had refused him access to the toilets, even though he couldn't hold it anymore. His briefs felt damp around the crotch and a small wet patch at appeared on his sweatpants. Another spurt of pee erupted from his penis and he squeezed tighter to stop it. "Please, please can I go to the toilet?" asked Nasir, on the verge of tears. The class tittered and his teacher refused. Ten Minutes Later... The bell rang and the teacher allowed Nasir to go early. He scrambled out as his tired bladder began to release some urine and he squeezed his penis tighter as he tried to clench his bladder muscle. He raced to the toilet but found only one stall working (the others were out of order) just as Lucas raced over. "I have got here first!" protested Lucas as he tried to get in first. "No I did!" replied Nasir, "And I have to pee more!" "No, I do!" "No, me!" "Me!" The two began to fight over the restroom, but in that time another person rushed into the restroom. "Look what you did!" groaned Lucas as he potty danced outside. "No, look what you did!" moaned Nasir as his bladder began to release involuntarily, "I'm peeing myself." Lucas turned around and saw the hottest sight in the world: Nasir was pissing himself. The urine was spurting out of him so quickly. Nasir lifted his shirt and Lucas could still see his massive bladder bulge. The sight turned him on and he started to get erect. Nasir was holding so much and he still had to go. Nasir groaned as his bladder finally released its contents. He was standing in a massive puddle of urine and his sweatpants and pants were drenched. And Lucas could see Nasir's penis bulge even more clearly since he had wet. Each detail was visible, including the tip. The incident made Lucas have to pee even more and he banged on the door as the other person left, looking slightly embarrassed. Lucas rushed in without even locking the door and tried to undo his belt but it was stuck. His own bladder was beginning to give up and a slow but steady stream of urine was trickling out of him, dampening his jeans. He grabbed himself tightly and turned to Nasir who was watching him with a hungry expression on his face. "Can... can you help me with my belt?" begged Lucas. Nasir grinned evilly. "I don't know, can I?" he said, his own cock beginning to get erect over this sight. And Nasir had a huge cock. "Please!" begged Lucas once more, managing to maintain a very painful control of his pee, but a sizeable amount still being held back by his hand squeezing his own modest cock. "OK," grinned Nasir, "You're going to need to remove your hands," Lucas bit his lip as he did so and some pee that leaked out flooded his jeans. Nasir pushed down on Lucas's bladder as he pretended to fix it. Lucas groaned and moaned and danced on the spot but there was no stopping it this time. He was too desperate. Urine flooded out of Lucas's modest cock and soaked his jeans as he too, wet himself. Eventually, all that was left were two equally turned on boys, both soaking wet in their own piss, both dicks fully erect. Nasir and Lucas rushed into the working stall and the two of them admired their wet patches. Nasir pulled down his briefs and sweatpants, revealing a hefty, circumcised 7" cock. Lucas pulled down his own boxers and jeans and revealed an uncut 4" cock. The two of them admired each others cock as well as each others holding ability. "This was fun," admitted Lucas, blushing. "I've got an idea," said Nasir naughtily, "you come over to mine and we do a holding challenge. Whoever tries to hold the longest wins." "What do they win?" asked Lucas "The right to control the other's peeing for the day." said Nasir. "I'm in," replied Lucas. The two were interuppted by a banging at the door. "Please hurry it up! I can't hold it anymore!"
  3. This basically takes a topic I had about long girls bathroom lines between classes (with only 5 minutes between classes), with a topic somebody else had about possibly cutting in line, and combining the two ideas together to create a very interesting scenario. So, let’s assume that your middle school or high school has a tough bathroom policy in that students have 5 minutes to get from one class to the next, and they are expected to get to class on time, and are also expected to take care of personal needs such as locker and bathroom visits between classes, because if they are late to class or have to use the bathroom between classes, there are consequences, such as possibly lunch detention, in school suspension, or other undesirable consequences. You might be allowed to be late once per class per semester, but no more. You might also get one “emergency bathroom pass” per class per semester, but no more. As a result, you might encounter some long girls bathroom lines between classes. Let’s suppose you find a bathroom with 3 to 5 stalls. Let’s make the following assumptions: 1). There are 5 minutes between classes, and class periods are around 50 minutes long. There are 6 or 7 class periods, and lunch is typically between 4th and 5th periods. 2). There are 1500 students in the school, including around 750 girls. 3). There are three sets of bathrooms (not counting the nurses office or gym locker rooms). The boys bathrooms each have 7 urinals, 3 toilets, and 3 sinks, while the girls bathrooms each have only 5 toilets and 3 sinks. (This equates to 750 girls and 15 toilets total. While not every girl has to pee between every class, most girls will have to pee at some point.) 4). It takes each girl a minimum of one minute to use a stall to pee, and probably longer if they do something else, such as pooping or changing a pad. 5). As mentioned earlier, for each class, you can be late only once per semester, and also have only one “emergency bathroom pass” that you can use without being counted late. 6). Asking a teacher to be late to use the bathroom doesn’t work, unless you are using your one and only “emergency bathroom pass”. Needless to say, a long bathroom line isn’t an acceptable excuse for being late to class (unless one or more toilets were out of order, which is not the case in this scenario). 7) The girls do not have a spare set of clothes to change into if they pee their pants. Also, they aren’t supposed to pee on the floor, sink, trash can, water bottle, desk, or chair to avoid peeing in their pants while avoiding the bathroom line and possibly being late to class. If you add this all up, I figure you can get a maximum of four girls to a stall in a 5 minute period, and if you consider 3 bathrooms, and 15 toilets total, that’s a maximum of 60 girls (out of 750) that can pee during each break, and even that seems optomistic. For the boys, they have twice as many places to pee (30 urinals/stalls for 750 boys, and boys can generally pee in about 30 to 45 seconds, so they an probably get around 120 to 150 boys or so in the stalls/urinals if needed, but boys can generally hold it longer than girls, so there are rarely lines in the boys bathroom. What this amounts to is that during every passing period, it’s basically a race to see who can get to the bathroom first before a line builds up. The people who just had a class that was not close to a bathroom are at a disadvantage. Let’s assume that we have a tall, skinny girl with blonde hair that is a freshman that is one of those girls (let’s call her Jessica) and is only about 5 minutes or less away from peeing her pants (which means she clearly cannot wait another class period, so if she tries to hold it another class period, she will pee her pants in class, if not sooner). She actually needed to pee before the previous class, but the line was too long then as well. Jessica has already used her “emergency bathroom pass” for her next class, and was already late to class at least one previous time, so she can’t afford to be late again. She gets down to the nearest girls bathroom with 5 stalls, but the stalls are all full, and there are 10 girls ahead of her in line, which all have varying degrees of desperation but not as desperate as Jessica, who is at her breaking point. However, these other 10 girls will stick around because they do need to pee, just not as bad as Jessica (and if they are late, it’s not as big a deal as it is for Jessica because unlike Jessica, these other girls haven’t yet been late to their class yet and there are about two weeks left in the semester). (What this essentially means is that those other girls can afford to be late to class, but Jessica cannot). Anyway, Jessica asks some of the other girls if she can cut in line since she is desperate. (Example: “Can I please cut this line because I’m about to pee my pants, and if I am late to class, I get a detention.”). This is where we could have an interesting “shouting match”, such as “We’re either going to pee our pants or not, or get detention or not. However, we were here first, so you’ll have to wait your turn”, even if those girls earlier in the line were not as desperate to pee. In fact, someone in another thread related to line cutting basically thought it would be interesting if the girls in front of the line would stand their ground and basically tell this desperate girl to wait her turn “or pound sand” (whatever that means). Can you imagine the hostility that could develop between girls in this bathroom line? In fact it’s possible that some of those girls earlier in the line might deliberately take longer in the stalls to make sure Jessica has no chance to wait in line, pee, and get to class on time (or has an accident while waiting in line). However, that’s not really necessary because even if they take their “normal” minute or so in the stalls, there still won’t be enough time for Jessica to wait in line, pee, and get to class on time. What do you think? Should a desperate girl be allowed to cut the bathroom line in this scenario, realizing that if it happens, someone else might be late to class (or have an accident, or both) because her relief was delayed because this desperate girl “cut the line”. Or should she have to wait her turn and deal with the consequences (whether it be peeing her pants during the next class or while waiting in line, getting detention for being late, or something else). If she pees her pants, what happens next? If she’s late and gets detention, what happens? (Oh, and by the way, there may be a bathroom monitor present, but she is only there to make sure the girls aren’t breaking the rules, as she doesn’t need to use the bathroom. This is all students using this girls bathroom, but faculty and staff generally have their own bathroom they can use when needed. This is very important to note because students aren’t competing against faculty for the toilets in this scenario, They are competing against each other to get to the bathroom first, hoping to get there before the line gets so long to where they don’t have enough time to wait in line, pee, and get to class on time.) I suppose she could try her luck in another bathroom, hoping for one with no line, but all the girls bathrooms have a proven track record of having long lines, so that probably won’t work, plus they aren't exactly on the way to her next class.
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  7. Lola Williams was a beautiful, tall brunette at 18 years of age. Today, her class was on the way from a field trip. Her sports team was enroute to a Netball match against the rival school. They had won and Lola had celebrated by drinking large amounts of water, juice, and milk. She was regretting that now, as all the fluid she'd drank had made her way to her bladder.
  8. Hi everyone! I’ve always thought that a desperation story for Komi would fit well due to her shy personality and I think she is someone who would have a fair share of such experiences. This is my first fiction story, hence please be kind! I’m not sure whether anyone would read this story, but if this story is well-received, after the first arc is complete (i.e. the first day of school at Itan), I would like to develop this story into one where Tadano learns of Komi’s struggles with voicing her need to use the restroom on top of her existing struggles with communication and try to help her out. I’m also super open to other suggestions! It’ll also be quite a slow-burn story if you’d bear with me. Please also bear with me if some of the details such as dialogues that I may attempt to mirror aren’t super accurate, as I’ve watched the anime quite a while ago! ______________________________________ Context for non-Komi Can’t Communicate watchers: Komi Shouko (‘Komi’) is a female student who suffers from extreme social anxiety, but she really wants to make friends and form connections with her schoolmates. Komi is unable to talk at all and form sentences for most of the series, and instead communicates by writing on a notepad. Komi is also canonically extremely beautiful, which causes her to be treated very differently from others (people treat her as they do a goddess). However, she has grown up thinking that people treat her differently as they harboured dislike for her. Komi is also canonically very kind, innocent, and oftentimes oblivious to others’ intentions. Tadano Hitohito (‘Tadano’) is a male student who learns of Komi’s struggles and attempts to help her. He was unable to fit in with other students in his middle school and hence also looked forward to having a fresh start in a new school. He is also Komi’s main love interest in the series. The whole plot of the anime basically revolves around Komi, whom Tadano and a few other classmates try to help her make more friends, to fulfil her goal of making 100 friends. _____________________________________________ Chapter One When a person has extreme social anxiety, they struggle to communicate with others. Bear in mind, they only struggle to form connections. It doesn’t mean that they don’t want to. In the realm of teenage rites of passage, the first day of high school stands a formidable threshold. Itan Private High School was a new beginning for many of the students, those whom in particular were determined to have a reform of their previously not-so-ideal reputation back in middle school. Komi Shouko was one of them, and the day was not just the dawn of a new academic journey; but also a crucible where her crippling social anxiety would be put to the test. That day, Komi Shouko did not need an alarm clock to have waken her up. She had been up all night, tossing and turning, trying with all her might to sleep but failing miserably. Flashes of the many social interactions she would have drew into her mind, and she had been practicing how she would carry herself in every single one of them - for how would she know how to introduce herself to the class, or how to talk to her table partner? She prayed and hoped all night, that she would be able to utter even a word or two. As the rising sun cast its glowing rays in her room and the clock hit 6:30 am, Komi sluggishly, albeit still elegant and graceful, rose to prepare herself for school. She, more anxiously than usual, completed morning routine of brushing her teeth and showering, making sure she was fresh and presentable for her first day and to make a good first impression on her new schoolmates. She put on her undergarments, a matching pink set with embroidered kittens, and donned her school uniform which comprised of a navy blue blazer, a white buttoned-up blouse, a red ribbon at the collar, and a short red skirt for the very first time. Looking in the mirror and feeling a little self-conscious, she decided to also put on a pair of tights to cover up her bare thighs. ‘Much better,’ she thought, as she straightened her clothing one last time before grabbing her school briefcase and stepping out of her room for breakfast. “Shouko! Come, have breakfast! I made you rice balls and a coffee as you looked a little tired today. I bet you haven’t gotten much rest last night.” Komi’s mom, peppy and energetic as ever, voiced. Eternally grateful for her motherly instincts that always met her needs without having to voice them out, and just a little jealous of how she was able to so easily communicate, something she just could not do no matter how hard she tried. She drank up the coffee (even got seconds!) and ate the rice balls heartily, then put on her black dress shoes and left for school. With every step, her heart pumped faster and faster. She envisioned completely humiliating herself in front of everyone, and her fear of social interaction crashing into her in waves. Suddenly, a discomfort in her abdomen had distracted her from her thoughts. To her horror, she realised that she had completely forgotten to use the toilet while getting ready for lessons, and before leaving the house. Komi was faced with a huge dilemma - for if she turned back now to use the toilet at home, she would most definitely be late to class. A horrible impression on teachers and classmates alike! That was out of the question. But, she did really have to go. It was a sudden crash of desperation, a realisation that she had nine hour’s and two cups of diuretics’ worth of pee contained inside her then. While her bladder had been trained to hold for extended periods of time as she had always been too shy to ask to use the restroom, for it not only forced her to speak up in class to ask for permission, but also quite literally caused her to announce her need to pee to everyone in class. That was also out of the question. Not only that, she was also extremely pee-shy and couldn’t pee when others were in sight or within earshot; for it would be deathly if anyone knew that she was performing a bodily function. Fifteen minutes to reporting time. She knew of an alleyway that almost nobody ever used… she could pee there guilt-free since no one would have to clean her mess up, and no one was likely to see her. Gripping at the hem of her skirt, she had no idea what to do. This had never happened to her before, she had always made sure to use the restroom before she left the house and whenever she could, as well as monitor her liquid intake. The first-day jitters had brought her this inevitable fate. ‘I can’t risk having to go in class. I’ll just do it quick, and no one will know,’ she reasoned. Giving herself an encouraging ‘pomph!’, she slipped into the empty alleyway. Hands shaking, she placed her briefcase on the ground far away, far from possible range of her mess, and did a half-squat, resting her back against the wall. Trembling, she lifted her skirt ever-so-slightly with one hand and parted her underwear aside with the other. Seconds passed, then a minute. She couldn’t pee. She’d never done this - peeing in public. It’s no wonder she couldn’t force so much as a stream despite her aching and taut bladder when she could hardly do it in a public cubicle. “Shouko.. please. Just do it, no one’s watching you. Don’t let this mess up your first day,” she gave a rare whisper to herself, begging her bladder for release. Pushing with all her might, she finally felt her muscles relaxing to give way to the litres of urine thrashing against her urethra. Finally, a small stream of yellow pee shot out of her, and just as she was about to let go, she heard a voice approaching. “Hi, my name is Tadano Hitohito. An interesting fact about me is that I’m really good at reading the room. Okay, that should allow me to fit in well enough,” the approaching male voice resounded. Komi immediately pulled her underwear back while trying to stem her flow, resulting in a small wet spot in her underwear. She hid deeper in the alley and tried to wait for the voice to pass, desperately rubbing her thighs together. She couldn’t pee here anymore, not after almost getting caught! After three agonising minutes of bouncing and gripping the hem of her red skirt, when she was sure he would have passed, Komi then made her way to school while trying to keep her regular poised and stoic demeanour. There was no other choice; Komi would have to deal with her urgent pressing need in school.
  9. I thought that this time, I’d post an experience I had from a while ago, from back when I was a junior or senior in high school. One Friday, two friends and I decided to go out right after school. One of my friends, we’ll call him Brian, drove both of us, myself and another friend we’ll call Kevin. Kevin and I both left our cars in the school parking lot. It was maybe a twenty-minute drive, and we went to the mall first, looking in different stores for a bit and stopping off at the food court for a drink. Next we walked across a street or two to Best Buy. I definitely remember Best Buy – I remember Kevin keeping his hand in his pocket quite a bit, and I thought he was pinching himself through his pocket. Kevin was that one friend in the group that seemed to need to pee more often than everyone else in our friend group, and that’s where my mind went when I saw him wiggling his leg with his hand in his pocket. We’d been hanging out since school was out, and since I’d had my last hour with him, I knew he went right with us to the car and didn’t visit the restroom first. We typically didn’t have enough time for bathroom breaks between classes, either. By this point in the afternoon, that probably meant five or six hours without a bathroom for him. I was into omo even back in high school, and the idea of Kevin having to pee got me pretty excited. The downside was that I’d also been without a bathroom for about five or six hours. I wasn’t open with my friends about being into omo, obviously, and I was worried that they’d pick up that I was into it if I got too desperate or enjoyed Kevin’s show too much. But more than I was afraid, I was just as excited to watch Kevin! He was wearing slim khaki shorts, which I knew would show anything very easily. Unfortunately, so would my light blue colored khaki shorts. (If anyone is interested, I know Kevin wore briefs, and so did I – light blue ones like my shorts, made of a thin, stretchy material.) As we were about to leave the electronics store, I saw Kevin walking with a fist in his pocket. I imagined he was probably holding himself, at least a little. I wasn’t quite as badly off, but I wasn’t comfortable either, and I was getting a bit nervous about it. I had a choice: I could go to the bathroom, and likely have Kevin go to the bathroom with me, or we could both hold it. Of course, I wasn’t thinking with my head, so I decided to not remind Kevin that the store had restrooms and hold it. I’d never seen anyone desperate in real life at this point, and I thought Kevin was fairly attractive, so I was enjoying myself way too much to ruin the fun. We walked back across a street and a few vacant lots and to the parking lot where we’d left Brian’s car. Kevin had his hands in his pocket pretty much the whole time, and I think I saw him playing with himself a bit. I guess it could have been the weather too, it was a tiny bit chilly, but that’s not where my mind was. It had been long enough since we got drinks in the mall that I was feeling mine, and I knew Kevin must be too. Once we got to his car, Brian put whatever he’d bought in the front seat, and Kevin and I got in the back. I had to go badly enough by then that I’m sure I winced sitting down, and I noticed Kevin did too. He wiggled his legs, stuck his hand in his pocket and sucked air through his teeth. I was jiggling my own leg and looked over at Kevin. I quietly mouthed, “You too?” He laughed breathily, “Yeah! Shh!” and looked up front at Brian. Kevin didn’t want him to know he had to pee. He didn’t seem to care that I knew, though – we kind of sized each other up, to see how badly the other had to go. We looked each other in the eye for a little bit and grinned. Just to try to make Kevin feel better and get the most out of the moment, I squeezed myself through the pocket in a way that made sure he could see me doing it and bounced my leg a bit – it was also good cover for the fact that I was very hard by now. My bladder was definitely hard too, but I didn’t have to go *that* bad yet. From what I could tell though, Kevin did. He broke off our eye contact, and he noticed at my leg and grinned pretty widely. So did I, and we both giggled to each other. “What’s so funny?” Brian laughed from the front seat. Kevin came up with some quip about whatever Brian had bought or something, I don’t remember, but we all started talking for part of of the drive. It seemed like Brian wouldn’t figure out what was going on … until he hit the brakes a little too hard at one light, and Kevin let out a grunt of pain. “What? What’s wrong?” Brian turned around and gave Kevin one look before figuring it out and laughing. “You have to pee?!” he said, still laughing. “N-no!” Kevin denied, clearly lying. “We were *just* at the mall!” Brian was still laughing. “[Shinobi] needs to piss too!” he said, looking at me, and now he was laughing a little. I gave him a punch in the side, near the stomach, and he yelped a bit. “God dammit!” Brian burst out into laughter even harder. “What is wrong with you two?! You’d better not get my seats wet!” “Shut up,” we told him both at once, laughing a little even though it hurt. “Y’know what?” Brian said, pretending to be mad. Kevin and I looked at each other for a moment, waiting for Brian to finish his sentence. “Just for that –” Brian braked for the next light, way harder than he needed to. We both yelped out in pain, and Brian burst out into laughter (he was the kind of guy that was always laughing, and had a huge, loud laugh). I punched the back of Brian’s seat, but other than that, we were all quiet for a moment. “There’s a gas station,” Kevin broke the silence. “Can you pull in there?” My heart sank a bit at the idea both of us getting relief. “You had a chance to go back at the mall!” Brian said. “I’m not pulling over!” I was secretly relieved, in a different way. We kept driving, Kevin and I all but openly staring at each other now, pretty much constantly trading smirks and glances. We were getting close to our high school parking lot now, and I was getting desperate enough that part of me was actually glad for it. I know Kevin was in pain by then, because he was constantly fanning his legs now, and openly grabbing himself through the pocket of his shorts. Finally Brian got close to our school. We knew it was too late to get into the parking lot (our school had put some gates at the parking lot entrance that wouldn’t let us in at this hour, only let cars out – it was probably 6 or 7 by now and starting to get dark). Instead, he pulled into a small convenience store across the street from our school which, lucky for me (and unlucky for Kevin) wasn’t open anymore. We got out of the car and talked for a while about high school and such (I don’t really remember what). I do remember Kevin with both hands in the pockets of his shorts, constantly shifting his weight back and forth from foot to foot, lifting his feet in the air like he was kicking himself from behind. I kept a hand in one pocket and shifted back and forth too, partly because I had to pee, but mostly because I was incredibly hard by now and didn’t want them to know! The three of us stood there talking, Kevin and I grabbing ourselves through our pockets, shifting back and forth, talking with Brian. I guess Brian had enough of it, because he finally just started laughing at us and said "Why don't you two just go over there?" and pointed at a wall. We looked at the spot and shifted some more as my heart sank. "They've got cameras all over the place here, I don't want to get caught pissing at school," Kevin said, and bounced at the waist in a way that told me he'd had a pressure surge. My heart started beating even faster, knowing Kevin and I would keep holding. "You two are fucking weird," Brian laughed and waved his hand at us, "I'm leaving." He opened his car door and got inside. "See ya," Kevin and I said, and then it was just us. "Aww shit," Kevin said right as Brian drove away. "What?" I asked. "Our cars are on the other side of the school." I laughed, "You gonna make it?" "Yeah," Kevin said, obviously not completely sure. "Okay," I laughed, hand still in my pocket. "What about you?" he asked, looking at my crotch. My bladder felt rock solid by then, and honestly I was a little nervous about making it home anymore, but honestly, the hand in my pocket was more to hide my hard on than to help my bladder. I thought I’d be fine, but I wanted Kevin to feel like it was okay to admit how badly he had to go. So, I grabbed myself a bit and said "God, I dunno" and laughed weakly. "Oh, shit," he laughed. "Let's go then," and he started walking towards our cars. I followed at his side. "Gah," he exclaimed, and did a kind of dance and bent at the knees. "I know," I said laughing, "I dunno if I've ever had to go this bad before." At that point in my life, I’m sure that was true. At least, I'd definitely never had to go so badly in front of a friend, or probably anyone. "Me neither," he admitted, "I feel like I'm gonna pop," he took one hand out of his pants and made an exploding gesture, his other hand clearly working his dick through his pocket. "Don't get any on me!" I laughed, and pretended to work myself through my pocket too - I remember thinking it was too dangerous to actually touch myself at the time, I was just too close to wetting my pants (in more than one way, I guess!). Kevin laughed and groaned a bit, clearly still in pain, and moved the hand not in his pocket onto his stomach, rubbing it a bit. "How're you gonna get home?" I asked him, knowing he lived maybe another 20 minutes away from school. "Oh, God," he moaned, "I dunno." "I live closer if you want me to take you by?" I asked, really just not wanting this to end. "I dunno," he said, in a way that probably meant 'no.' We stayed quiet for a few steps, until he bent over and said "Aww, fuck..." That got my heart pounding even harder - Kevin was not a guy that swore often, so I knew it had to be bad for him now. "You okay?" I asked him. "Dude, I... I really want to piss, but I don't want to get caught," he said, talking about the cameras again. "Then get going," I egged him on, "we're almost halfway there." We had to walk past two buildings to our parking spots, and we were almost past the first one. We walked on for a bit, until my bladder decided to contract a bit, and without really thinking about it I decided to hold us up for a little while. “Ohhh, oww,” I moaned. “See?” Kevin shoved my side a bit, “It’s not so easy to walk when you’re about to piss everywhere.” The way he stressed the word ‘piss’ did not help at all. “Shut up,” I laughed. I was overreacting, sure, but I was genuinely in pain. Kevin laughed, and I got myself under control again and we kept walking. We joked for a bit as we kept walking, a little more slowly and carefully than before, I noticed, which I didn’t mind since it felt like I had a balloon inflated in my stomach, and I was actually hard enough that walking was making my briefs and shorts kind of rub my dick, which didn’t help hide the fact that I was hard. Honestly, my balls were hurting as badly as my bladder at this point, and felt like they were just as full. I kept my dick off to the side and my hand in that pocket so that Kevin wouldn’t see it, hopefully. He hadn’t mentioned anything yet, so I thought it must be working to hide it from him. “Oh, thank God, there’s my car,” I said, pointing it out. “Where’s yours?” “It’s around the other side of the building,” he moaned. “Want a ride?” I offered (for completely selfless reasons, I promise!). “Nah,” Kevin dismissed, “It’s not that far.” I kind of got mixed hot and cold signals from Kevin, if you know what I mean, and couldn’t tell if it was okay to press the subject of how bad we had to pee. Once we got closer to my car though, he swore and jiggled a bit again, so I figured it was okay to tease each other more. “What’s wrong?” I asked again, teasing, “Gotta piss?” I shoved him with one hand while the other was in my pocket, and he ended up turning around so that we were facing each other. “Oh!” Kevin exclaimed, in a genuinely pained way that got my heart pounding, because I knew something went wrong. He didn’t answer and just stood frozen on the spot, and I was throbbing and kept my eyes frozen on his pants. When I saw a small wet spot appear next to his hand and grow a little bit, I totally lost it. My eyes were hyper focused on his pants, and I tried to stifle a grunt, but I know I failed. “Ohhh, fuuuuuu…,” I moaned, pushed my thighs together and bent forward and at the knees, and I felt my cock throbbing. My cum wet through my underwear to my hand. There was a tiny part of my brain that knew what I was doing and felt utterly humiliated, but honestly, at that moment I kind of kicked into autopilot. It’s weird to explain, but it was as if I was watching myself do everything I was doing rather than actually doing it myself. I knew I was blushing furiously, and it only got worse as I felt a wet leg of my shorts slap against my thigh and cling tightly to it. I don’t know how long I came, but I know I came a *lot*. I felt my briefs soaked through, as thoroughly as if I had been pissing myself. Kevin was still bent over grabbing himself, but he was looking right at my pants, just like I was looking at his. I made a noise, a groan I guess. I looked down, and I was soaked, with probably a dinner plate sized patch centered at the bottom of my fly, which was all painfully obvious on the baby blue colored khaki material. The legs of my shorts legs were sticking to my thighs thanks to the cum. “I, uhh … guess I had to piss too,” I heard myself saying, my brain apparently trying to come up with a probably pointless cover story. Kevin stood up and laughed. He shoved me towards my car and started walking away towards his, still laughing. I took a few steps back to keep my balance and feeling my shorts cling to my thighs dominated my attention. I knew I was soaked. “Go home, quick then,” he called after me. I got my keys out of my bag and got into my car. As I sat down, first thing I did was look towards Kevin to see if I could see anything, but I couldn’t. I only saw him walking to his car. After a few seconds, I remembered I still actually had to piss, pretty badly too, especially now that I was getting soft. I hurriedly drove out of the school parking lot, still on auto-pilot still out of the shock of what just happened. Part of me thought I couldn’t make it home without pissing myself, and I looked around my car. I found a large soda cup and pulled off to the side of the road just before I got to the first stop sign on my way home (I lived in the country, so no one was around on the roads, really). Not totally in control of myself yet, I pulled open my belt and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. I looked at my briefs - they were a stretchy blue material that had gone from blue to almost transparent. I may as well have pissed myself for how wet my underwear was. As I was doing looking at them, someone passed by the intersection, but they didn’t go towards me. Nervous about being seen now, I just put my package up to the cup lid without pulling down my underwear, and just let go. Feeling the pee soak over my dick and through my underwear snapped me back out of autopilot. I jerked as I came back to, and realized the cup was almost full. I tried to cut it off, but I couldn't do it in time and part of it overflowed onto my shorts, not that it really made a difference. I put myself back in my shorts and looked for what to do with the full cup. I spurted a bit out while I was looking. “Fuck,” I whispered to myself, and checked outside. No one was coming, so I opened the door and tossed the contents of the cup outside. I leaked again, and did what I was doing before, I was wet enough that it didn’t matter if my briefs got wetter. If that was even possible. I sighed in relief as I felt the pee flow over my underwear and over my skin and thought about what I was going to do to get home. I still lived with my parents, of course, and it wasn’t late enough that they’d be asleep. Lucky for me, I had a large pair of large, black basketball shorts in my car, and I could change before I got home. I finished up, did my pants back up again, and started driving home. I put them on over my wet shorts quickly as I got out of the car at home, said “hi” to my parents and blew past them, and shut the door to my room, my heart pounding again. I looked at my phone, and I’d sat on the side of the road pissing myself for long enough that Kevin would have gotten home. “Make it home okay?” I texted him. I was getting hard again just standing there, and took off the basketball shorts. “Aye, all the way home 😜 Hurt so bad though” he texted back. I reached into my pocket again and rubbed, only a few times, but it was enough to bring me off for the second time that night, not that you could tell. Afterwards, I changed, showered and fell right to sleep.
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    The Omo-Note: Hello everyone this is a story series I thought of, I thought “what if I replaced the idea of Death Note but made it Omorashi” so I made this, disclaimer: anyone who shares a name in this series is purely coincidence, names were just randomly written. ENJOY!! chapter 1: It was a boring day like any other for Aidan Goodheart got up, got ready, took the bus to school, went to his classes, took the bus home, went to sleep, repeat, but his life was about to get a lot more interesting on this day. Aidan was at his bus stop with his friend Troy Madison. Aidan looked up at the cloudy morning sky. He was thinking of the cute girl Tori that sits in front of him in class. Tori was a senior, black hair, C-cup, Aidan had had many fantasies about Tori. “Fuck dude I’m tired as shiiit” Troy said, snapping Aidan out of his daze. He looked over to his friend Troy. “Yea man” Aidan said in a shaky voice, the bus then began to pull up and came to a screeching stop. They stepped on and Aidan’s unusual journey was about to begin. ~~~ The end of the class bell rang, he got up and walked outside and sat on the bench, he put in his headphones and put his music on shuffle. As he sat back on the bench, the thought of Tori came back into his mind, her curves, her chest, just then a book fell and hit him on the head, snapping him out of it. He looked around to see if someone had thrown it, but no one was to be found. He reached down and picked it up. It looked fancy, it was a black leather book cover. He turned it over to the front. The front read in gold lettering “Omo-Note” “Omo-Note” Aidan thought to himself. He opened it up, the first page, and it read Omo-Note rules: 1) Any person's name that is written in the Omo-Note will pee themselves within 5 minutes of the name being written. 2) You must have a clear picture in your mind if the person's name you wrote for the Omo-Note to take effect. 3)If you do not write a detailed description of what you wish to occur to the written person, the person will just pee themselves wherever they are 5 minutes after the name is written. 4) A person must be of at least 18 for the Omo-Note to affect them. “What the hell is this?” Aidan said to himself. The bell for the next class rang. Aidan ran to his class, barely making it on time. He sat in his seat, which was right behind Tori. He looked at her, then the “Omo-Note” He opened it up and clicked his pen, “there’s no way this works…right” he thought to himself. He wrote “Tori Rodriguez”. He looked up at the clock, it read 11:15. “Okay, 11:20, then it should work” Aidan said to himself. The clock ticked slowly, the anticipation was killing Aidan. 11:14 hit. “A few more seconds” Aidan said, he looked at Tori and noticed she started crossing her legs. Aidan looked at the clock 20 seconds left. His heart began pounding. “Come on. Only a few more seconds” Aidan thought. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… Aidan looked at Tori. Tori shot up, she gasped “shit shit” she said as her blue jean skirt began to darken, as pee puddled in her chair and poured onto the floor. Everyone looked over at Tori, her face turned bright red as tears formed in her eyes. As the last few dribbles of pee dropped out she got up and ran out of the class, the back of her skirt was drenched. She ran out of the class. Aidan looked at the desk in front of him in aw by the puddle. He looked back at the journal that read “Omo-Note”. “It actually works” Aidan thought to himself, smirking, “this is going to be fun” he said.
  12. This is a sigthing I’ve experienced in my last year of high school. There isn’t any wetting or detailed desperation, but I though some of you might enjoy it. Anyway. Onto the story. It was an usual day, and during the break time I was walking to the bathrooms. Our school has two floors for seniors and each floor has one bathroom, with about three to four stalls. As I was about to enter, I passed by my friend who was also going in the same direction, but to the men’s room right next to the women’s room. I was going to say hi, but he looked like he was in a bit of a rush, so I decided not to. We’re not really close, but we share a few friend groups, so I knew his class was downstairs. Unlike our floor, the third floor has both junior and senior classes, and despite there being a lot more students, there’s still only one bathroom. And some breaks are only five minutes, so there isn’t much time to use the restroom. Naturally, it can get pretty crowded and the bathrooms there are usually busy. That break was also only five minutes, so I just assumed the stalls downstairs were occupied, and he came here to use the restroom. Anyway, I got in and did my business, and after a few minutes I got out of the restroom. Just a few moments later, my friend came out of the men’s room after me, but now, he looked even more tense as to when he entered. His face had gotten red, he was constantly tapping his foot and shifting his weight, and kept looking around as if he couldn’t decide where to go. He seemed to be frantically searching for a bathroom. It was only a few classes into the day, so I thought he must’ve held it in for a while to get that desperate. Then, he noticed me. We made eye contact, and I smiled. He looked a bit embarrased, but he returned the gesture. You could see that he was trying to be polite and discreet, but it was obvious he was in a lot of discomfort. I wanted to be sympathetic and didn’t want him to feel alone, so I asked if the bathrooms there was occupied too. He nodded. I smiled and told him that the girls room was also full, and that I was on my way to use the restroom downstairs. He agreed, so I started walking down the stairs as he silently followed. As we walked, I noticed he walked a bit slowly and stayed behind me while I was a bit far ahead, leaving him out of my eyesight. After a while, I reached the bathrooms and got in without looking back, as to not be awkward. It’s probably just my imagination, but I felt like he was walking a bit slower on purpose so that I couldn’t see his predicament. I don’t know if he actually got to use the bathroom, as the stalls in that floor could’ve still been full, but I saw him after a few periods and he looked a lot less stressed and relieved. I really hope he made it!
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    Update: EnragedFilia has uploaded a translated version of this game, so you might want to download that version to same some hassle. A new teacher is excited to be starting her new job teaching at an all girls school. The school is famous for it's beautiful waterfall, which turns naturally yellow in autumn. Only upon arriving does she learn that the waterfall has a diuretic effect on the school's teachers and students, and is especially powerfull on those who have not yet been accustomed to it. Play through different story arcs of her first day teaching. See if she can make it through the day without wetting herself. The original game file is in Japanese, so you will probably need a translator (such as chiitrans) to play it. Requirements: -RPG Maker VX RTP -Japanese System Locale -translator (chiitrans) I didn't create this game, but you can read it's wiki page here.
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  14. origional: After going to a Catholic all-girl prep school run by nuns, going to a public high school was bliss. I had been wearing diapers off and on for almost a year, hiding them from my parents after the first incident. The first time I was caught I was made to wear and use an entire package until they were gone whenever I wasn't in school. My parents had a thing for this, I was caught with a pack of cigarettes once and they made me smoke the whole thing in one sitting to teach me a lesson; not cool. The couple weeks I spent mostly in diapers didn't seem so much like punishment though, I found I enjoyed wearing and using them. My friends, and frankly everyone at my school, knew I wore them and my friends never seemed to care. I had a deserving reputation at my old school for having accidents in class, which was what got me started wearing diapers. But enough of reminiscing, this is a story about an event from public school. Well, to be more accurate a series of incidents. As I said before, I had been secretly wearing diapers for going on a year after I first got caught. Going to public school was a lot better than the school I went to before, if you needed to go to the bathroom during class you were allowed. Because of this I hadn't had a real accident since I started going, but that doesn't mean I hadn't peed in class a few times. Our school had gym every other day and we had to change for that, so if I felt like wearing a diaper to school I just made sure to do so on the alternate days. This afforded me several opportunities to indulge in diaper wearing over the first semester I had been there, and I had never been caught. My new friends didn't even know, and I didn't see much need to tell them; I left the "diaper-baby" reputation behind me. I was growing a lot bolder in this new school too, several times I packed an extra diaper or two in my backpack to change into part way though the day when the last one was full. I made it a point not to soil my diapers, since that would take some time to clean and if the smell got out it might give me away. That isn't to say it didn't happen a few times. Anyway, time to get to the actual event. I'm sorry, I tend to reminisce a lot. It was near the beginning of the second semester, late January. Before class began, early in the morning, I was hanging out in the hall with one of my friends, Paul. Paul was talking about how he couldn't wait to go out on his snowmobile, as soon as we got some appreciable snow. The winter had been fairly warm so far and the only places you could really use a snowmobile was on one of the industrially-snowed mountains, which Paul couldn't afford to get admission to anyway. I remember half-listening to him and thinking about a paper I had to have written for that Friday but hadn't even started yet. In the middle of this I felt the urge to pee and given that it wasn't a gym day I just let go. It was actually several seconds before I started to feel wet, and then I felt it dripping down one of my legs. I hadn't put on a diaper that morning, I was wearing panties, the non-waterproof kind! I froze in place out of sudden panic, and doing so alerted my friends that something was wrong. As soon as they looked at me they knew what was up, a big wet mark was growing on the back of my skirt and a puddle was forming underneath me. Talk about flashbacks. Most of my friends along with everyone currently in the hall started laughing, Paul asked if I was okay. I couldn't even speak, I just ran as fast as I could to the ladies'. I nearly dove into a stall and slammed the door shut. Upon lifting up my skirt to inspect the damage I found that not only was there a wet stain on my skirt but my panties were soaked. It was about five minutes of wiping my clothes dry with toilet paper before I was calming down. I tried to figure out what to do: if I went on with my day I'd have a big pee stain over my ass, if I went to the nurse and called home my parents would know I had an accident. The first wasn't that great but I feared the second more, if my parents knew I had an accident they might start looking through my room and possibly find my stash of diapers. I concluded to go with the first option, took my coat and tied it around my waist. I just barely got to class in time, but the rest of the day wasn't too bad apart from the slightly damp feeling of my panties. There were so many kids in our school that no one who saw what I did even really knew who I was. After school Paul walked me home, he's always been a gentlemanly type. He asked if there was anything wrong and what exactly had happened that morning. I decided that it was better to tell the truth at this point, he's a nice guy and my old friends were cool with it. I explained to him that I wore diapers, to which he asked if it was something medical. I let him know that I didn't have any medical condition that made me have to wear them, I just enjoy doing so. He was quiet for a bit and I continued on telling him that my accident that morning was because I thought I was wearing a diaper when I wasn't. Comfortingly enough he was cool with it; he was mostly confused as to how I was able to willingly go to the bathroom while clothed like that. I told him about my older experiences with accidents and such, and how it took some time to get used to peeing regardless of circumstance. He didn't say much except to say he was okay with it. I got the feeling he found it weird but not freakishly so. He walked me up to my door and asked if I was going to be all right. I assured him I would and he went home as I went inside. I went upstairs to my room as quickly as possible and locked the door. I rummaged through my closet until I found my hidden diaper stash under a mound of stuffed animals. I took my now-dry panties and skirt off and put a diaper on under a fresh skirt. Fortunately my parents always had me do my own laundry but I had the feeling they spied on my stuff once and a while, probably looking for stray prophylactics or 'unnecessarily' sexy underwear. I put my recently wetted clothing in with some of my other clothes and did my laundry to destroy the evidence. After getting my stuff in the washing machine I relaxed a bit and went out to the mall to meet with some other friends from school. There was no snow outside and it was about 55ish degrees, so I just grabbed a coat and left. About halfway to the mall I met up with my pals and we talked all the way there. A couple of them heard about my accident earlier that day and also asked what was up. I feigned ignorance and thought about if I wanted to tell them too, they were more the gossipy types and so I decided not to. The mall was pretty busy for a weekday afternoon but we didn't care, we just bopped about different stores window shopping and getting drinks and buying clothes. While we were sitting in the food court I stopped myself from peeing just long enough to remember I was wearing a diaper this time then I let myself go. The number of sodas I had was probably excessive, and after another hour of wandering the mall I had to go again, this time while looking through dresses. I concluded that I would need to change before I had to go again, but were wrapping up our trip and so I decided to wait. On our way out one of my friends, Jen, suggested we go into the Victoria's Secret and try on some stuff that would make our parents cringe. Sounded like fun so we went in and looked around their selection of sheer and lacy things for a good half-hour before buying a couple items each and leaving. I even tried on a teddy over my diaper, it looked good and I felt sexy in the combination of lingerie and diaper. As we approached the mall exit we saw that the weather had picked up a bit, but snow hadn't had much time to settle so we didn't think it would be worth the cab fare to get a ride and set out into the building storm. I had the unfortunate luck of drawing to myself a strong gust, right as I was talking. The wind blew my skirt right up in front of my friends, which would have been okay except for what I was wearing underneath. Jen was the only one who didn't see what I had on, and she quickly heard. "Oh my gosh, was that a diaper?" was the first thing anyone said. I steeled myself and confirmed that it was in fact a diaper that I had on and that I had worn them fairly often. After some discussion and questions back and forth I also confirmed that it was in fact wet, and told them that I had my accident that morning because I thought I was wearing one when I wasn't. To my surprise they wanted to see it, and when no one was looking I showed them again, this time without the aid of wind. They 'ewwed' a little but not disgustedly, and then we went on our way back home discussing why I wore them. When we got back to my house my friends asked if they could come in, and I figured why not. I told them several times over the trip back that they couldn't tell anyone about my diapers and they agreed. My parents heard me come in when we all got back and asked if there was anyone with me. I told them who was here and they said "Hey" to all of them. We went up to my room and I got another diaper out of my closet and went to the bathroom to change. When I got back they all looked pensive and finally Jen told me that they wanted to give it a try. It took me a moment to figure out just what they meant by that, then told them "sure." One by one I gave them one of my diapers and they went to the bathroom to change. The all came back looking kind of nervous and excited and commented something like "this feels kinda weird" or "umm... neat." The great thing was that even with my friends who were wearing jeans you couldn't tell what they had on underneath. We chatted and joked and talked about boys and other such pastimes, I played videogames, and Alison practiced juggling, all while we were wearing diapers. About an hour and a half later Jen, who in case you hadn't guessed was the adventurous and active type, said she had to go to the bathroom. Alison asked if she was going to go in the "thing", since she found it too weird to say diaper I guess. Jen said she would and left my room. She got back about five minutes later and we just sat there waiting for info. She sat down and told us that while it took her a while she managed to go after sitting down on the toilet with the diaper on. We of course wanted proof and she hiked up her skirt to show us, and there was indeed some of the wetness indicator filled. A couple others tried the same thing after a while with it taking from two to ten minutes each. Not everyone went but most did. Once out hang-out was over and they started heading out I told them to hide it until trash day then throw it out in the can when no one is around if they wanted to conceal what they had worn that day. They thanked me for letting them try something like that, but most looked embarrassed at what they had done. I found out a couple days later that Alison, who had looked most nervous of all, hadn't had the nerve to wear just a diaper and so had put it on over her panties. What I found terribly amusing is that she had been one of the ones to wet their diapers, meaning she had peed through her panties into it! Just seemed somewhat self-defeating in the long run. Aditional AI chapter: I woke up the next morning, feeling embarrassed about yesterday's incident. The thought of everyone knowing that I had peed myself was mortifying, and I was sure that my reputation at school was ruined. But at the same time, I felt a sense of excitement and arousal that I hadn't experienced in a long time. I realized that I missed wearing diapers and that I wanted to continue doing so, despite the potential embarrassment and consequences that came with it. I decided to take a risk and wear a diaper to school that day, hoping that I wouldn't have another accident like yesterday. I felt nervous and vulnerable, but also strangely empowered by the fact that I was taking control of my desires. I put on a fresh diaper, careful to make sure it was secure and not too bulky, and got dressed. I wore a long, flowy skirt that would hide the diaper, and a sweater to cover up any potential leaks. As I walked to school, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious. I was hyper-aware of the crinkling sound the diaper made with every step, and I felt like everyone could tell that I was wearing one. But as the day went on, I started to relax and enjoy the feeling of the soft padding between my legs. I felt more confident and at ease, knowing that I had a safety net in case of any accidents. As I sat in my last class of the day, I felt the familiar urge to pee. I considered going to the bathroom, but I decided to hold it and see what would happen. I felt a small leak, but the diaper held up surprisingly well. I shifted in my seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, and accidentally let out a small moan. I froze, realizing that I had just made a noise in class. My classmates turned to look at me, but the teacher didn't seem to notice. I blushed, feeling embarrassed and aroused at the same time. I couldn't believe that I had just made a noise like that in public, but I also couldn't deny that it felt good. I shifted again, more intentionally this time, and felt another small leak. I tried to concentrate on the lesson, but I found myself getting more and more distracted by the sensation of the wet diaper. Finally, the class was over, and I hurried out of the room before anyone could see the wet spot on my skirt. I went to the bathroom, careful to avoid anyone else, and changed into a fresh diaper. I felt exhilarated and alive, like I was living on the edge and getting away with something. I knew that it was risky and potentially embarrassing, but I also knew that it was something that I wanted to keep doing. As I walked home from school, I realized that I had a secret that nobody else knew about. I was wearing a diaper, and nobody could tell. It was like having a hidden superpower, and it made me feel special and unique. I didn't know what the future held, but I knew that I was excited to keep exploring this part of myself and see where it took me.
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    Zaida Fiore from ManyVids. I thought this one was pretty great... love that she kept holding for a long time even after she started going. If you have the means to support her, look around her account, she earned my 7 bux with this one.
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  16. View File Wet Jeans Taking an Exam Zaida Fiore from ManyVids. I thought this one was pretty great... love that she kept holding for a long time even after she started going. If you have the means to support her, look around her account, she earned my 7 bux with this one. Submitter Hitman Hart Submitted 10/11/2022 Category Female  
  17. The other day I was reminded of an incident that happened with me and my first girlfriend. While thinking about how I could use it to write a story, I was reminded of another experience I had with the same girl. Unfortunately, these happened what must’ve been 8 or 9 years ago, and I remember almost no dialogue, and little of the context, although I remember the actual events quite well. Therefore unlike my other fictions, this story is going to be much more fictitious, and I’m going to effectively write a story that incorporates what I remember of the experiences, despite the fact that the experiences happened at different times, because I don’t remember enough to give each one their own story that is mostly accurate to what really happened. The actual omorashi bits will be mostly accurate to the real events however, as I remember them much better. Intro: It was the middle of spring, 2009. It was Friday, unfortunately, and I awoke at 7AM for another “boring” day of Primary School. I was only in Year 4, which sets this story far earlier than any of my others. (Obligatory warning that nothing illegal happens in this story because of the ag of the characters, which I am only making so young because that is literally when this happened and I want to keep this accurate as some events only make sense in the context of Primary School.) While I still wasn’t rally that exited for school, I’d much rather stay at home and read, there was an event of interest. We were going on a school trip to a Roman villa, or at least, a museum built upon the remains of one. I still remember some of this trip, it was one of the best school trips I ever went on. I woke up, and got dressed. I made myself a cup of tea, a task I had only learned to do a year prior and was still trying to refine. I remember around this time that I used to try and experiment with the brewing time to determine how long I liked, back then I liked to remove the teabag almost immediately, meaning I liked the taste of the boiled water rather than the tea, whereas now I prefer 5 or 6 minutes. (This is the problem with my memory. I don’t remember almost any dialogue from this, but I do remember how long I brewed my tea for.) I didn’t know how to cook at this age, so I simply got out the book I was reading and lounged about in the living room and read that for half an hour. I was a very different person back then to now. My family were a bit beyond on technology, our prefered physical media format was VHS, despite DVD coming out 13 years earlier, and we still used a huge armchair sized CRT for TV despite everyone else in our neighbourhood converting to LCDs or Plasma a few years earlier. While I didn’t collect retro technology back then, I wouldn’t have been surprised if you mistakenly thought I did. The reason why I spent my time reading rather than playing a computer game like most of my friends did back then was because our most up-to-date computer was a HP Pavilion dv2000 laptop, that was a museum-piece back then, coming on for 8 years old, that I still own somehow despite it being nearly 17 years old. Anyway, enough about me, my mum came downstairs later, made me some boiled duck eggs for breakfast (don’t ask me why I remember what I had for breakfast that day, I don’t know myself.) and took me to school. I entered my classroom, said hello to my friends, and sat down at a desk at the back of the classroom where I usually would sit because it had a computer on it that I would use to write stories on. I chose this one specifically because it had one of those massive old CRT monitors, rather than the much smaller LCD monitors most of the school computers had moved onto. I preferred the older monitors despite the annoying high-pitched noise they made, (I was used to it from at home though, so it didn’t really bother me.) because the LCD monitors of the day were quite fragile and some of the Neanderthals I called classmates would think it was funny to press down the screen until the liquid crystals dispersed, causing large black splotches that never healed. Nowadays that’s not so much of a problem, but back then it was awful. I used to stick with the CRT displays despite them being nearly as old as me even when I was going there because no matter how hard those idiots tried they could break them so easily. My girlfriend at the time, my first girlfriend, in fact, Sam, came and sat down next to me, and we had a conversation before class started. I never learned what Sam was short for, or at least if I did I never remembered it. I think it was probably short for Samantha, but I don’t remember. I used to know her last name too, but I forgot that a couple of years ago and now I don’t know it anymore. End of Intro: That’s the end of this one for now. It’s just the intro, but I’ll write some more later. I plan to finish my other two stories before I work on this one too much, but I want a reminder of this so I don’t forget the idea before I can write any more of this.
  18. I don't know what happened? Did op lose his account? or did this site remove the story itself? It was called "the hall monitor" here is the link to the og story https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/46771-the-hall-monitor/?tab=comments#comment-1547767
  19. Fiction Story - A Wet Pajama Day Everyone knew John liked to wet himself. Throughout the school year, ti was almost certain that at least once a week, he could be caught letting little spurts of pee into his pants, if not outright peeing himself once in a while. So it went, although his best friend Justin never joined in. Justin only ceded once, spurting into his underwear during recess at the insistence of John. He never repeated the act and John never asked, although Justin would never admit how good it had felt. So came pajama day, and in walked John in a pair of rocket ship-themed footed pajamas. He hung up his coat and shucked off his shoes before heading to class. "Hi John, gonna wet your jammies today?" Crissy asked as he settled down at his desk. Most of the other students knew of but didn't care about his wetting, as long as he didn't make a mess. "Maybe," he replied, turning to see Justin sitting a few rows ahead, wearing a blue and grey sleeper, the white soles slightly dirty from having skipped wearing shoes altogether, John knew. Justin saw John and waved. If only he knew my plan, John thought. After lunch, John padded over to Justin and asked him to follow, heading to a single person bathroom, John locked the door. "What did you want to talk to me about in private?" Justin asked, fingering the zipper of his sleeper idly. "I want you to pee yourself.' John said simply. Justin was taken aback, "No.'I can't," he said, although with little conviction. That time he had done it was one of his most cherished memories. "Come on. I know how much you liked it last time. You can't hide that from me. It was written all over your face. I'm doing you a favor." “I don’t know” “Come on, its great. You'll love it and regret ever having refused," he grabbed Justin's leg and pulled it towards him, the non skid sole gripping the floor, causing Justin to stumble, and with that, he straddled Justin's leg and began to pee, a look of pure ecstasy crossing his face as he peed in his rocket-ship footie pajamas, the pee running down his legs, onto the bathroom floor and onto Justin's leg, soaking his blue and gray sleeper in warm liquid. “No…nnnnn…”hiding it…nnnnow” John gasped, still soaking his sleeper with a look of pure ecstasy on his face. Justin felt his friend’s pee soak his own sleeper, cascading over his leg and onto the floor, where it formed a puddle around their feet, soaking their sleepers’ feet as well. He might as well now, he thought gleefully. Justin started to pee, gasping in pleasure as the warm liquid wet his underwear and proceeded to soak his jammies even further, flowing onto the floor with a loud hissing sound. “Aaaahhhhh” he moaned as the warm wetness spread throughout his pajamas, running down his legs and making a pattering sound as it ran over his pajamas’ feet, before leaking onto the tile floor and mingling into the large puddle of pee they were both now standing in. "Oh wow, Oh wow," Justin repeated as his stream subsided. He ran his hand over his soaking crotch, luxuriating in the warm wetness. He looked down at himself, his pjs soaked and his feet standing in a large puddle of pee. "That was great." 'See, told you," John said, splashing over and clapping Justin on the shoulder with a pee-soaked hand. 'What do we do now," Justin asked, only half caring. "We go back to class. You know how I do it." They squelched back to class, leaving pee-footprints in their wake. They reached their classroom and headed in. All heads turned to to them and their dripping pjs. Several students cheered or called out bet res7ults as they padded back to their desks. "Good going, John," Crissy said. John could swear he heard a spurting sound coming from her seat. "What was that sound?" he asked. "Ohh, nothing," she said, bunching her nightdress around her crotch. John thoroughly enjoyed his day in his soaked sleeper, periodically adding to the wet warmth throughout the day, but he knew that Justin had enjoyed it a whole lot more.
  20. Been rummaging through some old documents and a couple of math papers came out, along with unpleasant memories. Took math, failed, took it again, failed again. So, what are your least favourite subjects at school/college? Mine is definitely math and natural sciences in general lol. (I hope I'm not repeating someone else's post, btw)
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