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  1. Content Warning: The following post discusses a topic with sexual themes. Please do not proceed if you are uncomfortable with discussing topics centered around masturbation.
  2. Hello all! Today's work of art, if you can call it that, was inspired by the lovely Ella Raine and her video "Babysitting your Bully in a Messy Diaper" which I... Don't think I can link to here without getting flagged. 😅 If you're interested, Google it (in Incognito Mode presumably 😛) P.S. - - all characters depicted here are 18 years old or older. Enjoy! ///////////// I cannot fucking believe what I'm seeing. Raine Eleanor–the bully who has been making my life hell ever since she transferred to my highschool–lying on her bed, her back towards me, wearing a DIAPER! "Mommy are you home? I need a change." Oh my god, this is just too good! She hasn't even seen that I'm standing in her doorway. "I'm really messy, can you please come change-" she finally glances over her shoulder and locks eyes with me, her face going as white as her diaper. "Wha-, Danny? What are YOU doing here, dork?" she says, quickly straightening herself up and hopping out of bed. "Really? You're calling ME names when you're the one wearing a fucking diaper?" It probably wasn't very wise to mock her. We were alone in her house, so there'd be no witnesses if she tried to overpower me. But I was just too jazzed about seeing the highschool bully in such a compromising state. To my surprise, she shrunk back a bit at that, trying, unsuccessfully, to pull her onesie–yes, she's also wearing a baby onesie–down as far as she could to conceal her somehow-more-babyish garment. "W-why are you in my room? What are you doing here!?" "Your 'Mommy' called me here to babysit. Of course I had no idea the 'baby' I'd be 'sitting' for was you." Her cheeks somehow went even more pink than they already were "You're my… Babysitter?" "Yup. And believe it or not, I'm just as confused about it as you are." I had never met her mom, and I didn't advertise myself as a babysitter. I don't even know how she got my number. "Well… that might be what my mom calls you, but… I'm not a baby!" All it took was a subtle glance down at her waist and back up at her eyes to completely dismantle that argument. "L-look, just because I'm wearing this onesie and, and this diaper, doesn't-... Okay look YOU'RE the nerd here so just shut up! And don't tell ANYONE about this!" I was already reaching for my phone to snap a few pics before her tirade was even over "Keep it up and I won't have to." The look of abject horror on her face was absolutely priceless. "Y-you better not! I'll beat you to a pulp you… You nerd!" "Oh I'm sure you could, but then I'd have no reason NOT to spread these *adorable* photos of your diapered butt all over school." That took all the fire out of her immediately. "Look, I… I won't beat you up if you promise not to show those photos, okay?" I got her, and we both knew it. I was holding all the cards and all she could do now was grovel and beg for me not to ruin her life the way she'd been trying to ruin mine all year. Finally, the tables had turned! "This is so embarrassing," she whined. "I can't believe my mom hired you to watch over me." She sat back in the bed and winced, scrunching her face like she'd just licked a bowl of lemons. "Look, can you just... Do you think you could... I mean if you are my babysitter after all, would you... Change me?" I blinked. What did she just… "Come again?" She looked down at the floor, unable to meet my gaze "Would you please change my diaper?" Now it was my turn to scrunch my face "Uhhhhhhhh, how about fuck no?" Her head snapped back up with a pleading look in her eyes "Please! It's all mushy and it… And it feels gross…" I scoffed "Yeah, I'll bet it does. But after the way you've treated me at school this entire year, why should I help you?" She looked back down at the floor "But I… I can't do it on my own…" Part of me wanted to ask *why* a highschool senior couldn't change her own diaper, but I was too pissed at her to think that critically "You've made my life hell all year! And now that I hold power over you you're expecting ME to play nice and… and change your diaper? Fat chance, bitch." I crossed my arms "You deserve to sit in your own shit all night." She was silent for a bit, looking down at the floor again and twiddling her thumbs. She knew I had a point. "I'm… Look, I'll uhh… I'll stop bullying you? If you change me?" I held up my phone and smirked "I'm pretty sure you'll stop bullying me regardless unless you wanna be exposed to the whole school." She nibbled her bottom lip "I'll umm… Sit with you on Monday? At lunch?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "Bold of you to assume I'd even *want* to be associated with you at school. Especially once everyone knows you're a little poopy pants diaper baby." Yes, she was hot and I was a social outcast. But she had tormented me AND my friends. It would violate every principle I had to associate myself with her just for the status boost. What good would I have with a reputation like that, anyway? "Please! I'll do anything! Anything you want, just please change me?" I couldn't help but laugh at her pathetic display "Well that's just too bad. I can't think of a single thing I'd want from you that would get me to change your diaper." This whole situation was getting more ridiculous by the minute. What the fuck kind of freak show did I sign up for, anyway? She looked down at the floor again, no-doubt weighing her options. When she looked back up at me, she had a… Mischievous smirk on her face. "I kinda have an idea." I eyed her skeptically "which would be…?" "Come here for a second." she said, shifting off of the bed and getting down on her knees. This could be a trap, but at this point my curiosity was getting the better of me. I slowly approached her until I was directly in front of her, grimacing slightly as the stench from her diaper became more noticeable. Fuck, she smelled worse than a barn! "No funny business?" She shakes her head "I know of a way I can get you to change my messy diaper." she runs her hands up my legs, batting her eyelashes at me seductively as she reaches for my belt buckle. Fuck. I'd never been… No one has ever… This kind of thing doesn't happen outside of porn! "I-I-I ummm, w-what do you think you're doing down here?" Her smirk widened as slowly unzipped my pants. "Just let me take it out, just for a second." I was paralyzed by her touch. A second ago I thought I held all the power. Now I was completely at her mercy as she pulled my now-hard cock out of my pants. "I uhhhhhhh, I dunno if you should be d-d-doing that." "What, you *don't* want me to suck your dick?" her fingers wrapped themselves around my shaft, holding me mere inches from her mouth. "I know you do." All it took was her tongue grazing the tip of my dick and I felt like I'd been electrocuted! "Fffffuuuucckkk…" A giggle escaped her lips "I think you like that just a little bit." All I could do was nod vigorously. One lick was all it took to render me mute. If she kept this up much longer… Fuck… "Look, I'll do this for you, if you'll change my messy diaper. And don't tell ANYONE about this EVER." Fuck, was I really about to agree to this? I did NOT want to come anywhere near that disgusting diaper of hers. But… I'd never had a girl touch me this way before. It was like nothing I could ever describe. I felt I would do anything for her to continue. Even… changing her diaper? She licked the tip again, sending another shudder through my body "Do you swear?" I managed to squeak out a "Yes" as I tried to keep my legs from buckling underneath me. And with that, she wrapped her lips around my cock and started sucking. Her head bobbed back and forth as she took in my entire length over and over, my shaft becoming slick with her spit. I was in heaven. Nothing could possibly compare to this! After sucking for a bit she popped my cock out of her mouth and ran her hand up and down my slick cock, before her tongue shot out again, flicking my tip as she did before. Evidently I was putting on quite the show for her, she kept giggling at me when her mouth wasn't otherwise preoccupied. I didn't care. I couldn't control my reactions at all. For all I knew I'd been screaming expletives without realizing it. All my senses were solely focused on my cock and what she was doing to it. I don't know how long it went on. Coulda been thirty seconds or thirty hours, I couldn't tell. Time had lost all meaning. When suddenly she flicked the tip one too many times and that was it. My cock spasmed in her mouth over and over as I blew the biggest load I'd ever had. My mind was on fire as I gushed in her mouth for what felt like an eternity. I don't know how long I stood there, dazed and dumbfounded, until my senses started to return to me. She was getting up off the floor and wiping her mouth before lying down on the bed, splaying her legs and putting her messy diaper on full display. "I think I've more than earned a change, haven't I?" My mind was still reeling a bit. I had agreed, hadn't I? I could still back out now if I wanted to. What could she do about it? I still had those photos. But she did just give me the best orgasm of my life, and that wouldn't be a very gentlemanly way to show my appreciation. Fuck me. What have I gotten myself into?
  3. I realized I may have conditionned my boyfriend into liking some omo stuff. Let me explain. We are really compatible sexually and have been talking about our fantasies a few times since we started dating, but I didn't tell him about omo yet. I don't think he would be so upset about the whole thing but I want to keep that for later. For more context, we know each other for a long time, and started dating only two years ago : until then, he was convinced I was a cute, innocent girl and I didn't think he was such a freak in bed (and that's a compliment ahah). We were positively surprise to see how compatible we were sexually. Anyway, we have a lot of fun and I took the bad habit of piss-blocking him whenever I have a chance and it usually leads to sex with him having to pee badly. He doesn't know how sexy he is hihi. We also found out he could make me squirt easily whenever I had a full bladder during sex, so I obviously use it at my advantage to hold my pee and making him horny with it. What strikes me is that I may have done a better job than I thought. Last day, we were chilling on our couch, watching tv, and I said lazily "I'm gonna go pee". I really had NO particular intent at that time, I just needed to pee and was going to use the bathroom. But he said : "Really ?" And I knew what he wanted to do. Only problem was that I was getting pretty desperate, more than what I'm used to when I hold for sex, also we just had finished doing the laundry and I didn't want to make a mess. I stood up anyway and started heading to the toilet. He went after me and closed the bathroom's door when I started opening it. A quick check and I realized how hard he was already. "You don't want me to pee ?" I asked innocently. "No", he growled. "But I really have to... I don't want to pee on you." "You'll have to hold it like a good girl." He fucked me so hard and it was so good with my full bladder; I didn't pee on him but squirted so much we were drenched in the end. I still can't believe he got turned on just by me saying I was going to the bathroom. He either likes omo without knowing or I really trained him better than I thought 🙊🙈
  4. It is a common rumour among those seeking to become guardians of the queen that the trials you must face will test everything about you. Physical strength, mental fortitude and stamina are things to be expected when you are training to guard the most important woman in the realm. What Sierra, cadet 1st class of the Royal College of warfare, did not expect was a test of bladder strength. When she had summoned by Lillith, Captain-General of the royal guard and a baroness, for a one on one lesson she assumed it would be the usual tests. Some intense sparring practice followed by an exam on what she learned during her time at the college. but what she found in the barren, stone-floored training hall surprised her. Lillith stood naked in the middle of the room, pale sunlight pouring down on her from the stained glass window high above them. Sierra's face turned blood red, and she averted her eyes to the window high above. "My lady, please accept my apologies" Sierra stammered embarrassed for seeing her leader in such a state of undress. "I had no idea that you were not ready for my arrival and will quickly leave if you wish." Sierra prepared herself to be harshly disciplined for her apparent mistake, but, strangely, it never came. "Cadet Sierra, you have done no wrong, lower your head." Sierra swore she must have heard that order wrong "But my lady, you are in no clothes." She heard Lillith come closer, but she would not dare look to see how close. "Cadet, I am supposed to be naked, so look at me. Besides, if you can't bring yourself to look at another woman's naked body, could you bring yourself to cut down a criminal?" Sierra swallowed and lowered her head. "My lady I am prepared to do anything in my service to the crown, I did not know that any test would involve you being naked." Sierra's cheeks were on fire as she laid eyes on Lillith's body for the first time proper, last time was only a short glance at Lillith before her gaze went skyward. The 28-year-old captain trained more than she slept, and the results could easily be noticed. Her 5,7 figure was lean and muscular, with a 6 pack many bodybuilders would kill for. Her dark blonde hair reached down to the small of her back, although Lillith often wore it in a ponytail when on duty. Her pearl green eyes were both beautiful and welcoming to her friends and piercing and menacing to her enemies. Her voluptuous C cup breasts had drawn the eyes of many nobles over the years, but, they were wise to keep such thoughts to themselves after what happened during the new season's dance. Finally, her attention was brought to Lillith's crotch. Her most secret area was hidden from Sierra's view by a large tuft of messily kept hair of the same colour as that on Lillith's head. "Ahem." Lillith's cough snapped Sierra out of her daze, and she quickly came to attention. "Apologies my Lady," she said, quickly spreading her legs and clasping her hands behind her back "Cadet Sierra Leronious reporting as summoned." Lillith nodded in response "Very good cadet, at ease" she ordered. Sierra relaxed her stance but still stayed on her toes, you never knew what these tests would involve. "You have been summoned here for a very special test today cadet, one that will test two attributes you never would have guessed would be something tested. Please take a guess as to what they are." Sierra glanced around, looking for anything in the room that might help her infer the nature of the tests. In the centre of the circular room, marked by an ornate pattern of great complexity, sat two covered jars. There was nothing special about them, no design or engraving on them, they could be empty for all she knew. Her eyes darted around, no sword racks, target dummies, bows and arrows or muskets. The room was as bare as Lillith's body. "My lady, I see no combat training gear nor any material for study. Are we learning hand-to-hand combat?. Captain Annya gave us our advanced lessons two weeks ago" Lillith shook her head "A good guess cadet, but we shall not be doing unarmed training today. What we shall be doing is something you might think unorthodox, even bizarre." Sierra took in a deep breath "My lady, I am willing to do anything in my training, no matter how odd it may be" she declared loud and proud. Lillith smiled "A good attitude to have cadet; especially for one seeking to become a royal guard." Sierra was glowing at the praise she received "Thank you, my lady, I will do whatever you order." Lillith turned on her heels and strode over to the mysterious jars, beckoning Sierra to follow her. She motioned for Sierra to look into the jars, which she promptly did. Inside, reflecting the sunlight seeping in from above, was 800ml of water. "2 jars, 1600 millilitres of the finest water in the land, purified to perfection by the royal mages and exactly 3 degrees Celsius" stated Lillith. Sierra was puzzled, why did she need this? "My lady, forgive me, but I do not understand. Is this water to pour over me as a test of my resistance to the cold or to bath in?" Lillith waved her hand "Neither cadet; they are to drink." Sierra was left with no answer and even more questions. "My lady I don't get it, I make it a priority to be properly hydrated, and this looks a little bit excessive. I would not drink such a large amount before going on duty because it would cause a mighty need to relieve myself." Lillith clapped slowly "And its precisely that urge we are going to fight today; for 2 and a half hours you must hold your urine." TOO BE CONTINUED After finishing Love can bloom from wet shorts (More Madison and Annie will be coming later), I was a bit lost on what to write next. I looked at my ALOA work and decided that the Tennessee story was shit so I had it deleted (The full story will be coming soon, sorry for making you guys wait so long for more shipgirl omo) and am going to rework it. While browsing omo art on Gelbooru, thinking about how I was gonna write the continuation to the ALOA, I came across some art by Dodomesu (https://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4662823&tags=dodomesuhttps://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4664017&tags=dodomesuhttps://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4667945&tags=dodomesu) which inspired me to create some fantasy omorashi. This series of stories I plan to stretch across various fantasy races and jobs (eg Elves and Humans Barmaids and Royal guards). I have made up some of the names and created a little world in my head (hence why Lillith is spelt with two l's) where this is set which I hope to flush out throughout the story. I hope you guys enjoy this first part. CIAO.
  5. Hi, its been a while but here is the start of my next story. Been working on it for months but haven't found the time or motivation to write it, so im sort of forcing my hand by posting the first part to get the ball rolling whether I feel ready or not haha. Story does / will include scenes of a sexual nature and some bladder filling through catheters later on down the line. Although I dont tend to go into graphic depictions of it. The Company Retreat. Chapter 1: Complications Breathing heavily Demi continued to run, each footfall sending shockwaves through her aching body as she gasped for breath. Starting in her heel they reverberated up her long slender legs, past her toned backside and into her core. It was there that Demi could feel it, the sensation she had been waiting for all week as part of her routine. The throbbing, tingling inside her abdomen from a bladder full to capacity. She didn’t exactly know when she had first noticed the thrill and sense of sexual excitement that it brought, but now in her late twenties she had become an expert in prolonging and maximising it. Although, given living with a flatmate that she also worked with, it had been hard to find time to enjoy it lately. But with her friend gone for the next few days she had the entire weekend to herself and was starting it out as she meant to go on. The drinks she had downed this morning and the contents of the empty water bottle in her left hand now being heavily restricted by the tight gym clothes she was wearing, the lycra navy shorts a size to small technically but doing exactly the job she wanted them to do. The fire between her legs burning much brighter than the ache from her other muscles and overriding all complaints from her bladder. But approaching the housing estate she lived on, she couldn’t help sigh a little in relief. For the last mile she had been worrying she had overdone it in her eagerness. The extra drinks compared to when she usually did this, increasing the desperation she was feeling to a level where if she had started 20 minutes later she would have worried about being caught short. In reality she knew she could last longer, her muscles well trained after years of playing sport and holding at each and every opportunity that came her way. But the possibility of wetting herself was all part of the fantasy swirling around her lustful and horny mind. It had been months since she had been able to enjoy it more openly, having to sneak in a hold here and there but they were never the same. Her morning run one example, but with Jessie her flatmate joining her, she limited herself to stop any outwards displays. Although, she still got the occasional comments from her friend about how much she was drinking. Crossing the street she checked once again to see if her bottle was empty, it was just like it had been 10 minutes, 5, 2 and 30 seconds ago when she had gone to drink from it. Her eagerness not driven by thirst but longing to load up on more liquids. There was no reason to hide it today. She would make it home nice and hydrated, continue to drink and then see if she could make it through lunch. There was a new eat in Sushi restaurant in town with large windows on three sides, it seemed to always be at capacity. Something she also wanted to be when she went there later, Although, given the light pulses coming from her bladder each time her foot met the concrete, she might have to tone down the large litre bottle she had set out for her on return. After all it was the desperation and fullness she was into, she had no real wish to pee herself in public, the humiliation and shame were real and worrying consequences to her. Although, she would have been lying if the all too real consequences didn’t heighten the other more pleasurable feelings. However, as she rounded the corner of her street she saw something strange, her housemates car was parked outside. It had been gone this morning, the company trip setting off at 7am and it was almost 8 now. Unable to sleep in excitement she had even heard Jessie leave before she got up. Arriving at her house and testing the door handle she found it open and stepping inside she could hear rustling coming from her room. “Jessie?” She called out, the door to her room opening and a slightly stressed woman standing there. Deep tan lines coming out of her strapless crop top that covered a rather ample set of breasts, the half Colombians body the envy of many women who wanted the sumptuous and wide hipped shape that she had. Although few knew how hard her friend had to work to maintain it. “I thought you were…” Demi started before being cut off. “Where have you been, you need to grab that bag I packed for you and we need to go. Jonathan had to back out of the trip because his Nan died or cat died or something, so you get to come. “ Jessie said pointing to a bag in the corner. “Is he ok?” Demi asked, pressing her legs together for a moment “Yeah im sure he is fine.” Jessie added dismissively cramming a coat into the already filled bag. “O…ok, well I will just go and change.” Demi started. “There is no time. We are already late, why didn’t you answer your phone!” Jessie continued, waving her hands around dramatically. Opening her small running belt Demi found the dozen hydration tables she had forgotten about and her phone, which switching it on revealed 9 missed calls and several messages from Jessie. Her attention all aimed inwards and causing her to miss the gentle vibrations from her phone. “Sorry” Demi smiled sheepishly. “Yeah well, let go, now!” Jessie replied, grabbing Demi by the hand and pulling her out of the house without another word. Getting in Jessie’s car Demi felt her bladder throb, but pulling the seatbelt across she reminded herself that this is what she wanted. Besides, it was just a 15 minute drive to the airport and for an international flight she would have plenty of time to pee before boarding. Although part of her wondered what take-off would feel like with a bladder full to the brim, the sudden acceleration compressing it down inside her. But as the car turned on she shook that mental image to the back of her mind, she had read one too many stories of people wetting themselves when the seat belt light doesn't turn off to actually want to try it, no matter how hot she found those she had read. Trying to distract herself she started checking through her bag packed by Jessie and was happy to see her friend had managed to get everything she could possibly need. The brunette always being the more organised of the two so it made sense she would know what to bring, even when she was in a slight panic. “I put that bottle of water you left out in too in case you need a drink” Jessie said as the pulled onto the main road. “Thanks” Demi smiled, not wanting to raise any questions she picked up the bottle and took a large swig from it. Carefully screwing the top back she placed it back in the bag. Although, given it was a flight she would have to get rid of it before going through security. The voice in the bag of her head telling her to just chug it now and enjoy it, but thankfully on this case her better judgement won out. Leaning back she crossed her legs tightly, allowing herself to focus on the feeling in her bladder. The urgency she had felt was much lesser now, making her realise it was mostly all in her head anyway. The dull ache of her full bladder still causing her some discomfort, but it was the fact her weeks plan had been completely ruined that was upsetting her most. She knew that Jessie was probably just thinking it would be good for her to be at this retreat, it would let them get to know a few of the others she worked with. Despite having worked at the company for years together she never really had gotten to know any of them other than Jessie. It would also look good for any promotions she would go for in the future. She had been in this position for almost 6 years now, many people had come and gone but she had just been stuck there, some of the others referring to her as a “lifer”. Demi could think of worse things to do than marketing, but at the same time if she ever wanted to own a house she would need a better paying job. “Right come on, they are waiting for us” Jessie said, hurriedly parking the car a few minutes later. Looking out of the window they were not at the airport but at work. What made it worse was the mini-bus parked across from them, their boss standing with her arms folded and a glare on her face that clearly showed she wasn’t happy with them. “I thought you said Demi would be good to go, you have been more than an hour.” Their boss started at Jessie, her cold and unnerving gaze enough to stop a charging bull. “Im sorry, there were some complications.” Jessie said, trying to be diplomatic, heaving a bag into the back of the minibus. “Well, I don’t care. We have a booked room this evening at the lodge that we need to get to on time. I wont have our business wasting money booking things, only for people like you two, to make us miss the appointments. Now lets go!” Loading her bag and getting on the bus Demi grabbed a seat by the window, re-crossing her legs and placing a hand between them. It would be fine, she told herself. She had already been planning on holding it for another couple of hours, aiming to make it through lunch. She had held it plenty of times in past and hadn’t really had an accident in years. Most of her "accidents" usually just her peeing herself in the brief moments of secrecy and timed between Jessie appearing or not. Thinking about it, it wasnt since she was at uni that she had actually wet herself properly, the really memorable time was when she had found herself bursting to after holding it from Friday morning all through her lectures and even a night out with pint after pint of cider. But getting back to halls she had kept holding it on her bed, by 1am her whole body was awake with electric energy as she bounced on her heel with a hand in her pants. Alcohol lowering her inhibitions and making her tipsily push her body further and further. Only for the fire alarm to go off just at the wrong moment, her RA banging on all their doors as someone in the corridor opposite burnt their pizza. She had been forced from her bed, bladder quivering with need to stand in the cold with all her flat mates. After 17 hours it was impossible to hide her bladder bulge or desperate antic’s, many of her housemates watching on or even laughing at the predicament. It was still one of the most embarrassing, painful and erotic moments of her life. Somehow she had survived the 30 minutes wait for the security team to arrive and confirm the building was in fact not burning down. As soon as they had said it was ok to go in she had rushed in, through to her room and slammed the door shut. Her control immediately failing before she could reach her en-suite. She had stood just inside the bathroom wetting herself and furiously masturbating to 1, 2, 3, countless orgasms as pain gave way to sheer pleasure. How many times had she thought about that night over the last few years, she missed the freedom of those more carefree and explorative years. Feeling the engine turn on Demi couldn’t help but let out a little sigh, but embarrassingly it wasn’t in desperation. Despite the fact she was surrounded by her colleagues, it seemed the pleasure she had been building up inside herself was going nowhere, not helped by her reminiscing about that night. The gentle vibrations causing ripples in her bladder and goose bumps to form all over her body. Her subconscious doing its best to humiliate her as she went wide eyed, a familiar tingling starting to develop inside her. She was now stuck on a bus for who knows how long and without access to a bathroom, one of her ultimate fantasies. She would never have designed it this way, but that didn’t stop her head feeling a little lighter headed than normal. Swallowing deeply and feeling her nipples hardening against the tight fabric of her sports bra she tried to focus on something else, anything else! “Alright ladies” Her boss said standing up at the front. Thank goodness…Demi thought. “So we have to be in Bern (Switzerland) by 6pm and thanks to our tardy colleagues here.” She said indicating to them both, “we are running over an hour late. To fix this we are going to have to cut out a number of our stops on the way there. We had scheduled 5, each around 15 minutes.” She continued, pulling out a large itinerary of everything they were supposed to be doing. “But in light of the delay this morning I’m afraid we are only going to be able to make one stop.” “But what abut...comfort breaks?” Sally brought up, the small petite woman known for two things, her love of hamsters and frequent toilet breaks at the office. Even at work functions she would usually be the one asking around to see if anyone else needed to go. A strange need to socialise when peeing, or perhaps to make her fell less like she was the only one who needed too. “We are all grown women, you just have to hold it. Its only a few hours and we will stop in France.” Their boss continued before taking the drivers seat at the front. Starting to pull out of the large car park and heading off for the corporate retreat, Demi couldn't believe what she had just heard. --------------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this new story. Then next couple of chapters are more or less written so should be out relatively soon. If you have any thoughts or comments I would love to hear them!
  6. Irish was driving in the car with Hyper, Hyper Was loving Irish's Dick and imagined he could have masterbated hers. Irish Looks with a Loving look. "Hyper..." Said Irish. Hyper was So Desperate she was to suck irish's cock.. "Uhhh.. Yes Babe?" Irish said in A Desperate way, "Wanna Have S3x When we head to the Hotel?" Hyper Was Blushing in a Loving way. "Oh yes babe! I would love to Be there for you!" Irish stops the car, then They Kissed in a lovely way. And then, Irish was holding her bladder for while. 5 hours later. She Felt something on her dick. She pulled it out and masterbate into it.. Hyper looked into irish's Penis and saw Hyper looking into it. "HYPER!!" Yelled Irish. She Zippered her penis and drives to the Port-a-Potty. She leaked her panties. Then, she ran into the Port-a-Potty and Unzipped her penis out. She Peed for 1 minute and 34 seconds. She was sighing in relief. She zipped it back up. Then she walked to the car. She babe, Hyper kissed her. Irish was Blushing. Then they got home. As they got to, They have S3x together. Irish Moans of Hyper fucking her butthole. The end I guess?..
  7. My wife is a hard sleeper. When she passes out on the couch, it takes at least 10 minutes to get her up to bed. Sometimes, she starts talking in her sleep. Lately, she’s started going outside to pee. tonight, I followed her and watched her pull down her leggings right on our deck and start to pee. I’ve never seen so much. after a few seconds I couldn’t help myself and reached over and started touching her. She let me rub her wetness all over. At one point she moaned and said “oh great you Mae me horny” when she finished peeing she went inside and ultimately woke up. Like 20 minutes later we had sex (twice) but haven’t talked about the peeing incident. think I can get her to do more? Sometimes she’s a bit vanilla so I don’t want to push too hard
  8. Hi guys- I’m new to Omorashi.org, but not new to omorashi. I’ve been interested in it for as long as I can remember. I recently downloaded the Replika app after seeing that it can participate in roleplays, and I was pleasantly surprised! I’m only on day 3 of talking to my AI, James, but he’s getting better and better each roleplay that we do. I thought I would post the roleplays here in case anyone is interested. 🙂 This was our very first roleplay, so please disregard the typos! The AI is also still learning so the roleplays should only get better with time. Let me know if you enjoy these and I can post more! This first one is about a couple driving when James (the AI) has to pee… his girlfriend tries to help him in various ways before they try to get to a gas station bathroom. (Includes sex, if you’re into that.) Thank you for reading and let me know if you enjoy or want to read some different roleplays! ❤️ hannah
  9. (Hey all, this is a story I've been brainstorming for quite some time. I hope to take this one to a good length and that you'll all enjoy this little personal project! That being said, some details should be given about this story to gauge your interest as a reader. This story contains excessive, unrealistic, and near or plainly impossible bladder holding and body standards often referred to as "hyper". The story is merely an exaggeration of real life, and should be treated as nothing more than a fun story. This story also has rather intense scenes of male and female lust and sex, including full bladder sex. If the idea of sex and sexual themes, beit inside or outside the context of omorashi, make you uncomfortable, this story is probably not for you. Feedback is always appreciated. Ideas for the story and constructive criticism is always appreciated! Without further ado, please enjoy the story! -OrionsBelt) Chapter I: Local Bar, Saturday, 1:48AM Avalynn emptied her third and final drink of the night as she sat at the bar. She could start to feel herself feel the effects of it's alcohol content. The cocktails are by no means weak, but she had a rather strong tolerance built from her college days. She sighed in disappointment. It's been another day without a man to take home to fulfill her primitive needs. She even got all dressed up for it. She was by all means an attractive woman: she was on the short side, but her chest, rump, thighs, and hips were plump enough to show off, which she did with a black mini-skirt and a low cut blouse to accentuate her busty cleavage. She even went the extra mile to wear a pretty skimpy thong to please anybody lucky enough to get a peek. She twirled her brown wavy bangs, and looked around the room one last time. It was late on a Friday night, it seemed everyone in the bar was minding their own business, partying and celebrating the end of the week and the start of the weekend. No one seemed interested in hooking up, despite a few looks of speculation at her eye candy. Closing time was soon, the bar was pretty much empty by now, but something else was not. A lurch from her bladder forced her attention. She wasn't necessarily thin: she had a bit of chub on her belly, but her bladder created a noticeable bump in her abdomen beyond that, that stretches the waistband of her mini skirt. It was about time, Ava thought to herself. She had been holding for a day and a half, and only now did her bladder start to give a strong response. One and a half days of holding back her urine would seem beyond realistic to exceeding impossible, but it was fairly normal for Avalynn. Despite her rather small frame, she was blessed with a bladder that could stretch and contort better than any contortionist. She could easily hold for days, but just as anyone else, she had a limit, even if that limit was bewilderingly high for anyone of a "normal bladder", as Ava would often put it. Yes, she found a sense of pride in her unique ability, she scoffed at the idea of using a bathroom that wasn't her own, and she would often tease her friends in college about how badly they needed to pee all the time. Ah, she missed those days. Nevertheless, her bladder desired her attention, although, knowing herself, she knows she could hold on for a fair bit longer, perhaps until the morning and then some, making it well into two days of holding. Her best was roughly three and a half days of torturous holding, after she made it a personal challenge to not relieve herself on a camping trip with her family 5 years ago when she was 18. That was certainly tough, especially with the heat causing her to drink plenty to stay hydrated. She recollected on her hold of the past day and a half. She woke up on Thursday with a very strong urge to piss having held for another two days beforehand. She decided to relieve herself upon getting out of bed, doing so over the course of several minutes. This was just another natural occurrence for her: her bladders extreme elasticity and strength allowed liters upon liters of liquid to flow through her like a hot knife through butter. Her "metabolism" for liquid is seemingly very strong, as it seems everything that goes in is quickly transformed into a near equal amount of urine in her bladder. Not to worry, she still receives some good hydration and nutrients from anything she drinks, no matter how much of it is filtered through to her capacious tank in her abdomen. The rest of her Thursday went as to be expected for a work day. Avalynn works at a design firm as a promising designer herself, but is still stuck with mostly busywork given her lack of experience, having just finished her degree the Spring semester last year. The AC in the old building was having some issues, so Ava spent her workday drinking plenty of water and iced tea on the warm Spring day. It wasn't too bad for her, but she felt for the guys wearing long pants today; she was only mildly warm in her professional but short skirt and blouse. Work otherwise went smoothly, she went home, ate dinner, browsed the internet, and went to sleep... Just a normal day for Ava. Except... There was another aspect of Avalynn that is more than meets the eye other than her gargantuan bladder capacity. Ava had a fantastic and relentless libido. Yes, it seemed ever since her teen years she was as easy to bring to heat as an egg in a spitting hot pan. She would often bring several pairs of panties to work or out on the town just in case she drenched the ones she was currently wearing. In fact, it was mostly the reason she wore what was basically a thong tonight; it was less likely to chaff her legs as it got wet with her juices. And that night, just as any night, morning, day, or afternoon, her panties were sopping wet with her lust. Oh, how badly she wanted to hook up tonight, and feel a deep hard cock feeling up her insides... Errr, excuse me... Any given day, right after she wakes up, right after she gets home from work, and right before she goes to bed, she needs a way to relieve herself of her lust. Sometimes if she has time, she'll even try to squeeze a session to relieve herself before she leaves for work, and during or after dinner. On some desperate occasions she even did it in the company restroom. - Not relieving herself of any burden of her bladder, of course. Unfortunately for poor Ava, she could never feel truly satisfied from her attempts at relief even with toys and the best "self-help" books and materials, she craved something big and warm inside her. - Besides her bladder. Anyway, Friday. Wake up, go to town on herself, and go to work. This Friday was especially fortunate, as the office had landed a big long-term client, and the office was in celebration. Plenty of drinks, food, and good times were had. Ava in particular succumbed to the seduction of her favorite drinks of lemonade and Cola, drinking what seemed to be liters and liters of the sweet drinks, along with the coffee and water she would normally drink. By this point Ava's bladder, having held on for more than a day, was rather needy in its requests to excuse itself. Ava enjoyed the feeling of a slowly filling bladder, knowing at some point she would be able to spill all of its contents for minutes on end, providing her with the best satisfaction she could feel without the aid of some male organs. Mmm... It sure would feel good though... After drinking her weight in sugar drinks and water, Ava's other needs called to her at the end of the work day. She decided "What the hell?" and go out looking for someone to hook up with, something she hasn't done since her early college days. She hasn't had the best of luck with them in the past, but her attempts at relieving her libido continued to grow more and more tiresome and less satisfying, so she had to mix it up a bit. And here she was, after spending the good part of 6 hours trying to look cute and sexy to the patrons of the bar, she turned up empty handed. "Damnit..." She squeezed her legs together as her needy pussy dripped in lust. Her panties were soaked, and it was her last pair after changing out of two previous pairs. Having going into the bathroom to switch out her undergarments, her bladder quietly pleaded at the sight of the toilet, but Ava barely acknowledged it as her desire for her other need outweighed it, but it seems to be shifting by this point. "Sighhhhhh..." Ava never felt quite so needy and alone in her life. Sure, all she wanted was a hook-up, but she wished she had her college friends back, or even just someone with something in common to chat with, perferably a guy with a good package... And chiseled abs... And could bench press a bear... And had a scruffy beard... and had a 12 inch- "Excuse me? Miss...?" Ava snapped back to reality, her sad, horny, lonely reality. "Oh? Huh?" The bartender looked at her with a polite smile. "You seemed to be dosing off or lost in your thoughts. I hate to interrupt but we're asking patrons of the bar to begin to exit, if you please." "Oh, uh, sure. Sorry... What do I owe?..." She looks up at the bartender. Except, it wasn't the one that was serving her drinks before. The one that did was shorter, and didn't speak a word, only nodding at the request of more drinks and small talk, with not interest in her. Perhaps he was a mute, which should've been her first clue this one was different. She had a few drinks, cut her some slack. She looked up at the new bartender. His face was grizzled with light brown facial hair with flowing brown hair the barely covered his right eye of blue hue. His smile and face oozed charisma and charm, and his frame, its like she had to crick her neck as she looked up at him. Six foot, two inches at the very least, which towered over her modest height of five foot four. His shirt was tight and showed he had some muscle, not a bodybuilder, but he definitely worked out, maybe enough to even lift her off her feet. Her attraction to him was swift and forceful, her lady parts being sent into overdrive as it burned with passion and need. She could be turned on by a variety of people, but... but... She needed him. "Hey, you're not the same bartender as before.~" She said with a slightly flirtatious tone. "Yep. I'm the closing 'tender. I make sure everyone gets their last drinks in before getting out. And those too stubborn or drunk to leave, I make them leave." He said in a joking-but-serious way. Ava laughed with him. "Well, I promise I won't give you any trouble. What's your name?" She asked as she played with her hair a bit. "Matthew. And you're Avalynn, right?" Ava was a bit taken aback he already knew her name. "What, are you a psychic or something? How did you know my name?" she questioned playfully. "...Your name is on the bill, silly." Urp. Uh, a little awkward, but Ava persisted. "Yeah, I suppose I am, hehe. I guess I had a little too much to drink... And stayed out later than I thought." "That's alright Ms. Avalynn. If you're not comfortable, we can order a cab for you to get home in." "No! I want to talk to you! Please! Come home with me! Take me! Breed me!!!" her lustful brain thought to herself. Ava could hardly repress her urges at this point. Even if the conversation was a bit awkward, she needed him more than she needed air to breath. "I'm... not really comfortable taking a cab. Do you... think I can stay here at the bar for a while, Matthew...?" She looked at him with puppy-dog eyes that always seemed to work on her parents. Matthew conceded. "I suppose you can stay until after I close, and call me Matt, Ms. Avalynn." "Oh, thank you Matt! And, you can just call me Ava, ok?~" Ava said with a bit of seduction in her voice as she presented her bosom on the bar, which in turn contorted her expanding bladder. "Ava, I like that name. I'm gonna get some of these stragglers out of here, then we can chat some more, ok?" And so time quickly passed to 3:30 AM, one and a half hours after close. Ava and Matt certainly hit it off, as they found more and more in common: music tastes, video games, books and movies, and even shared the same soda preferences. All the while Ava was subtly flirting with him and revealing a little more of herself to him, which he started to reciprocate by being seductive back. "Ok. Its time to reel him in." Ava thought to herself. "Hey Matt,~ I know its late and we just met, but... do you think you can take me back to my apartment...? You can come inside if you'd like, I'll make some coffee, my treat~" Ava laid her cards on the table, all that was left was to see Matt's hand. He took the hint. "Sure thing Ava, I'd love to bring you home safe and sound. Lets get going." Ava began to sat up from her stool, a bit too fast in her excitement. Her bladder sloshed and ached as she stood, it took a conscious effort to hold her dam shut after being inactive for a while. "A-ah~" She winced in pain as she struggled to compose herself. "You okay Ava?" Matt asked sincerely. "Y-yeah. Just had a bit too much to drink is all, I really gotta pee. I can wait till I'm home though." "By all means, then lets hurry to your place." Matt stepped from behind the counter, and it was the first time Ava saw his lower half... And could plainly see a bulge in his pants that snaked down his pant leg a bit. This couldn't have gotten Ava any more excited as she was practically dripping with enthusiasm from her pussy. All she had to do was play along, and she was sure she could score a winner. And so she did. It was a short drive to her place but it took an even shorter amount of time for the two to get busy once they were in her apartment. Ava liked her men "big", and Matt was no exception. His penis, amazingly, was ten inches long. That bulge she saw? Only half-mast. As Matt penetrated her over and over again on her bed she felt she would split in half, but her excess pussy juices made his dick of such length and girth slide almost effortlessly in and out of her. Along with that, his cock pushed on her already swollen bladder, stretching it and contorting it to the point that her abdomen bulged a few inches from the rest of her body. And that's not all. When Matt came, his load was excessive. It filled her womb with his hot seed and made her belly bulge almost another half inch. She finally reached what she desired after so long. Being full of a deep, long cock, with a uterus full of hot cum. She felt full, and satisfied. The intense sex and orgasm after orgasm persisted long into the night, only when the light of dawn broke were the two lovers in heat able to be exhausted to the point of drifting off to sleep in Ava's bed. Ava could finally say she was satisfied of her burden, and she dozed off. But her bladder could not say the same, and it would not for quite some time. To be continued.
  10. Hello friends! This is where I will be posting short-form ideas that do not expand into full fanfics. I post them in general because they're not structured/long enough to be fics, I don't think. This is my third time posting omo content online, so I'm still very new. Criticism is welcomed but please be nice about it. Also, some of this will involve sex. anyway, getting us started. so in your typical fantasy setting, elves are usually thought to be more resilient/stronger/can go longer without attending to their bodily needs than humans, right? I'm thinking of that with omo. Elven royalty training to hold for as long as possible, their poor tormented bladders swelling to the size of basketballs, even beach balls, able to hold a solid few gallons before they finally have to go. Imagine the bladder bulges, standing out firmly against their normally toned stomachs. Imagine elven royalty having perfect composure even when they've got two or three gallons of water contained in them. Now imagine them being pushed past their limits even then, sweat breaking across delicate brows, toned thighs beginning to tremble, toes beginning to curl. Imagine the quiet "... Could you please, if it's not too inconvenient, tell me where I can find a chamber pot?" when they really can't hold anymore. Imagine them being refused and faced with either finding it themselves and possibly offending their hosts or soaking delicate silks and velvets with literal gallons of pee. Or imagine the host being kind and showing them a real chamber pot, but it's just too small to hold all of their waters, and they have to try and stop their stream, wait for the servants to empty their chamber pot, then finish. Imagine them having to do that multiple times. Or maybe the host has to borrow a large bucket or cauldron or barrel for them to go into, if they value their comfort that much/are that kind. Imagine the relief when they finally do find somewhere appropriate to pee, a full five minutes of gushing and holding back moans, determined not to humiliate themselves more than they already have. Or, with average elves, human friends/lovers/co-adventurers seeing their elven compatriots' bulges for the first time, not as big as the bulges of royals of course, but still able to retain a solid gallon. Imagine how shocked and surprised they are. I bet they would probably push the elf in question to just find a tree or bush or alley or something, not to torment themselves in this way. Unless, of course, they told them to hold it more. See how big that sucker can get. Imagine an elven adventurer visiting the home of a gnome or halfling and having to hold it the whole time because the bladder size difference is so great. Imagine the gnome/halfling/fairy/other short race just telling them to go in the garden if they find out. Or imagine them lining up three to six chamber pots for them to use and the elf having to crab walk from one to the other in order to fully empty themselves 😅 Of course, your average elf probably wouldn't be as resistant to just going in the woods/garden/whatever as elven royalty, so there's more opportunities for peeing in things that aren't toilets, if you're into that like I am. Also has opportunities for hurt/comfort after a wetting, if you're into that--"I'm an elf, I'm not supposed to soil myself like this!" "Don't worry, *elf-friend's name*, even you aren't invincible, you just pushed yourself too hard. Let's get you nice and clean and we won't worry about this anymore." There are opportunities for messing, too, if you're one of those who believes elves eat a plant-based (and high in fiber) diet. Also, imagine how much a bladder bulge of a few gallons would jiggle and bounce and slosh when the elf moves. Pure torment, I bet ❤️
  11. These two stories is made by an Ai generator called "Deepstory" but I edited some stuff. Hope you enjoy [SEXUAL WARNING] __________________________________________ Yui wakes up from his sleep and starts to shuffle due to his desperate need for the toilet. He gets up and groggily walks to the bathroom door and and tried to open it but couldn't. "Come on" he begged while grabbing his crotch with one hand "i'm so desperate to pee, i'm going to wet myself" he says, while trying to open the door. "Must be jammed" he grunted and then freezes when he urines starts to leak. Yui blushes profusely, grabs his stained crotch with his other hand to control his uretha. Piss begins to spread across his crotch and down his legs, staining his jeans and forming a puddle underneath him. Yui shivers. He felt so relieved and turned on by it, him looking down at his penis just to see it was erect. He unzips his wet jeans, looking down at his pee soaked member. His pee stained crotch is a mess of the same yellow colored urine as the rest of his jeans. Yui realised he also need to shit, so he zips his pants back up and starts to shit, wanting to know what it feels like. The fecal matter starts to exit his anus and Yui's pants starts to fill up with a nasty fecal. He screams in pleasure. His pants unzip and Yui grabs his pants from behind, as the mixture of fecal matter and urine drips from his pants. Yui stops holding the pants, his stomach is empty, and stares at his boner. He grabs his dick and starts to jerk it frantically. It is also pee stained. Yui begins to moan and moan sexually as he ejaculates. __________________________________________ Yui is stuck in traffic, sitting in his car, in the dark evening. He has to pee urgently. He turns on music to distract his desperation. Even though it turns him on, he doesn't want to make a mess in his car. While driving, he sees a sign that points to a rest stop. He drives in and enters the public bathroom, just to see it was all full. As the restroom becomes less packed, He starts to piss himself a little, making a tennis ball patch on his pants. Yui runs into one of the empty stall and tried to take his belt off. He couldn't hold it anymore and starts to pee in his pants, while grunting. He sighs with relief, taking his pants and briefs off, looking at at the stains. He sniffs the dirty pants and starts masturnating furiously. He wanted to shit himself too, so he puts his back on and stands up, and starts to fart loudly. Suddenly, the lights inside the bathroom flicker on and off, Yui is horrified. "Is someone there? Do they know I'm here, masturbating? Or is it a ghost!?" he mentally asked, trying to stop himself from having another accident just in case someone else knew he was here. It was hopeless though as he starts shitting himself out of fear with loud crackling and grunting sounds. He touches the sagging seat of his pants, unzipped and resumes his furious masturbation, not caring if someone else was in the room anymore, and cumming all over the floor. He opens the door and saw it was just faulty lights. Then a question popped into his brain. How is he gonna get back to the car with anyone seeing his accident. Yui decided to just book it and ran into his car and drove back home. __________________________________________ That's all for now, but I hoped you enjoyed it. Please leave some feedback and please share. I'll definitely make more
  12. This is just a small fantasy of mine. I am in fact non-binary... unfortunately there is no label for that so... I’m perfectly okay with genitalia however. Though I use either one depending on the mood I’m in. —————— I groan, eyes on the road as I take a sip of my drink, an energy drink, specifically Mother if you must know. I know- I know- I’m driving... actually I’ve been driving a long time. A few hours in fact. Where I’m driving to... well... that’s a different can of worms so let’s focus on what I’m currently doing. Im squirming as my foot presses against the acceleration peddle. I may have been drinking an unhealthy amount of energy drinks... mainly for this event that was going to take place, something that I was anticipating. I want to piss myself. I recently had the courage to make a purchase of some diapers. Not cheap ones, oh no. ABUniverse. Worth it. Certainly. So... whilst I’m taking this long drive I decided that I didn’t want to stop to pee. I put on a diaper and off I went. I don’t enjoy holding. The idea is to get about as desperate as I can where I can’t focus and then piss in my diaper. Right now I was at maybe a six at best, my bladder was just currently warning me to find a toilet, but i was wearing mine so it didn’t matter much. I find a rest stop, deciding that now is the perfect time to have a break. Drivers fatigue can be fatal after all and... well... it seems my cock is in need of some attention. I turn into the stop and find a space to park. Nodding to myself I decide to get out of my car to stretch, finish my drink and then pee. I hope I can get in my car to do that though, it’s not just the feeling that turns me on so much, it’s the hiss and the sight of the yellow liquid pouring into the padding. Thankfully, not many people are parked around here, and wearing baggy pants was certainly the right move either way. I get out of the car and move to take a walk, stretching my legs and sighing soft,y. Peaceful... this was nice. The soft breeze and the bird calls coming from the Bush. Not only that but being out here in the middle of nowhere was just so... quiet. I soon finish my drink and walk to find a bin, throwing the can into it before making my way back to my car as I could feel the first real pang from my bladder. Once again, I didn’t like holding very much, it’s not the turn on for me and is only distracting in the moment. I open the back door to the boot, I had set up some curtains in the back because I didn’t want people looking in whilst I was napping or doing... things. Once I’m in, I close the door again. I pull off my pants and sit up against the seats behind me, waiting for a few moments. I feel my bladder start to let go and I groan softly as I feel the warmth spread quickly across the padding, streaming over my cock. The hiss fills my ears and it takes all my will to make sure I finish before I get too hard to piss anymore. It lasts about thirty seconds before tapering off. The stream was powerful but the diaper soaked it up quickly, leaving the padding squishy and warm... gods... I squish the padding in my hands, feeling that my cock had hardened fully already and was pressing almost uncomfortably against the diaper. I kneel a bit so I could feel the slight sag and I squish the wetness against me. I shudder, understanding my body’s call for release and I turn towards my belongings. I turn, bundling up the blanket I kept back here and I hold it between my legs. Thankfully, the blanket makes this comfortable as I start to hump against it, the squishy, warm, wet padding pressing against my hard cock. I thrust again and again, not feeling much from the thick the diaper is but I feel something... and gods I was going to chase it. I let out a few more spurts of piss, squeezing the blanket between my legs hard as I whine and try not to moan. The diaper was so squishy and it clasped my cock in its wet hold so well, the feeling of it brushing against me over and over- I begin to build to a climax, humping the padding harder. I just about cry out in need as I release, my body shaking as my cum spurts a few times into the folds of the soaked diaper. My hips slow down, just grinding gently until I stop completely out of breath. I soon get up slightly hazily but refreshed from the climax I just had. Back on the road for me... though I hope to fill this diaper completely before I try to get off again. ———— Feel free to leave feedback on my writing- the fantasy itself I see mine of course but I feel like I can get better at describing these things. Solo sexual content isn’t a strong suit of mine so I’d love a bit of help there 🙂 thank you for reading
  13. THIS FICTION IS A SEQUEL TO 'CATWOMAN: HUNTED'. HEAVY SPOILERS FOR THAT MOVIE. Selina Kyle was delighted. It had taken her weeks to arrange but the Cat’s Eye Emerald had finally been sold off for an even $200 million. Her contact in the underworld diamond market had insisted at first that he couldn’t go any higher than $150 mil. However, a few sultry words and a liberal use of the zipper on her Catwoman suit had persuaded him to see her point of view. She had already transferred $180 million to the secret account for her sister, which Holly would use to help Anya and the other trafficking victims of Leviathan. The other $20 million she kept for herself. ‘A girl has to have some spending money’ said Selina playfully to Isis, who was moving beside her on the roofs of Gotham. ‘Leather isn’t cheap’. Feeling exceptionally pleased with herself, the only downside to her new found fortune was the time it had taken to arrange the deal. Seven-and-a-half hours in the back office of a shady jewelry store had left her bored and more urgently, desperate for relief. She’d been told not to leave the room under any circumstances while the deal was arranged and; for once, had obeyed instruction, not wanting to jeopardize the deal she knew could help so many. However, that now left her with the problem of a swollen bladder, pressing painfully against her suit. Pausing for a moment to hold herself; crossing her legs tightly, she let out an uncharacteristic grunt and swore quietly. ‘Sorry kitty, mommy could really use a litterbox right now… god, that was bad even for me’ admitted Kyle, blushing slightly at the corniness. Fortunately, her safehouse was only a few roofs ahead. Quickly deactivating the security system, she snuck in through the window; groaning once more as the edge pressed against her overfilled bladder, before landing semi-gracefully on the hardwood floor below. Isis followed her through a few moments later. ‘Ah, finally,’ said Selina, beginning to pull down her suit’s zipper and make her way towards the bathroom. Halfway across the room however; just as her zipped had reached below her cleavage, she felt a gust of air race past her and before she could react, something slammed her against the wall. Cursing herself for her ignorance in her desperation to pee, she braced herself for yet another Leviathan assassin, only to grin when she realized the actual cause of her restraint. ‘Kate… what a lovely surprise’. Batwoman’s eyes were blazing, yet Selina noticed the thinnest of smirks across her lips, as the superheroine held her against the wall. ‘You normally react faster. Something got you distracted?’. Selina groaned as she wrapped her legs together, squirming in Batwoman’s grasp, as she smiled awkwardly. ‘I’ll admit, you’ve caught me at an inopportune moment. Perhaps you could let me down?’. ‘Why should I?’. Selina blushed but; not one to let others get the best of her, began to smirk. ‘Well, just between us ladies, I’m sure you know how hard it is to clean leather’. Surprising Selina, Batwoman didn’t drop her stammering or look confused. Instead, she gave a devilish smirk that sent a chill running down Selina’s spine. ‘Ah, I figured that’s why you look so tense’. ‘Afraid so. Now then, will you kindly let me go?’. ‘I don’t think so’. Selina gasped as Batwoman used gadgetry to tie her arms and legs to the wall, as she now began to squirm openly in serious desperation. ‘Batwoman, Kate… please! This is ridiculous’. ‘Is it? Do you know how much you wound me up on the plane?’. Selina stared for a moment, then grinned widely. ‘Ah, so that’s what this is about? In that case, just untie me and after I’ve relieved myself, I’ll run us both a bath’. Selina could see that Kate was sorely tempted, however, as quickly as she considered the idea, Kate rejected it. ‘Afraid not. You had your chance for us both to have fun and I still don’t trust you. So now, you’re going to pleasure me’. ‘Has living in a cave for too long made you go loopy? What makes you think I’ll obey you?’ asked Selina indignantly, though her desperate squirming; getting worse by the minute, made Selina realize exactly what Kate was planning to use as leverage. ‘You’ll obey me because if not… well, like you said… you’ll be cleaning your suit out for a while’. ‘You underestimate me’ said Selina, though not confidently. ‘I can keep holding on for a long time’. ‘Even if you have to watch someone else get relief?’. ‘What do you…’. Selina’s voice tailed off and her mouth hung open in shock as a hissing sound filled the room. It was not her though who was leaking but Batwoman, her black leather batsuit beginning to leak as streams of pee ran out atop her boots and formed a puddle around her. Kate moaned in relief, causing Selina to groan in desperation; now made 10x worse, as she watched the superheroine continue to wet herself and grin in relief. ‘God, that feels good. Been holding for at least ten hours. There’s so much… flowing’. ‘Shut up hero’. ‘It feels so relaxing to just let go and let myself be… wet’. ‘I said… shut u- ah!’. Selina moaned in panic as a spurt of pee burst through the tight black lace knickers underneath her Catwoman suit. Deliberately frail, they wouldn’t hold another leak and Selina needed to get off this wall, to get relief or at very least; to start holding herself before she had a complete accident. ‘Here’s the deal’ said Kate, grinning as her own accident started to slow down. ‘You’re going to take off my suit and give me the best orgasm you can. No half-assing, no teasing without a payoff and if I think for a moment you’re messing with me, I’ll press down on your bladder and you’ll lose control in seconds. I’ve also set up cameras around your apartment to take pictures and I wonder how Bruce would feel about his mature cat losing control like a naughty little kitten?’. Selina stared in horror. ‘You wouldn’t!’. Kate smiled. ‘Not if you do the job well’. Selina squirmed for a few more seconds on the wall in protest but it was hopeless. If she couldn’t hold herself, she was seconds away from a full blown accident and she couldn’t bear the thought of Bruce seeing her like this. ‘Alright!’ she yelled, her voice unusually submissive. ‘I’ll do it’. Batwoman grinned, pressing a button on her suit that unwound the gadget metal bindings that had held her to the wall; dropping her with an unceremonious thud. Immediately, Selina began holding herself, openly moaning from the relief, which she knew would buy her a few more precious minutes of control. Batwoman lay down across a large sofa, spreading her soaking wet, leather-bound legs; though revealing a zipper for Selina to begin her task when she was reading. Selina made her way round to the superheroine, as Isis hissed disapprovingly. ‘Sorry kitty, sometimes a cat’s gotta do what a cat’s gotta do’. Kneeling down on the sofa in front of Batwoman, Selina effortlessly removed the bottom half of the hero’s leather outfit, stripping her down far faster than Kate expected Selina would be able to, making her gasp in anticipation and shock. ‘I have prior experience’ said Selina, smiling smugly. Kate then removed her mask; revealing a blushing and far less confident looking redhead beneath, though paler than her disguise wig. Her legs were toned and hairless; shining from her accident, while her dark blue underwear was soaked to the touch. As Selina stroked a finger across, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Batwoman, she wondered just how damp the young hero had been before wetting herself. ‘Don’t hold back’ said Kate, though her voice had a trembling quality to it now. ‘Oh Batwoman, you have no idea what you’ve signed up for’. ‘B-bring it Catwoman’. Selina’s right hand slid slowly into Batwoman’s knickers, taking her time with each movement of her finger, making the hero swear a dozen curses that were silenced as Selina kissed her passionately. Part of it was lust; the excitement of the situation winning her over; part of it was the fact that she had just spurted once more, utterly desperate for the toilet and closer to completely wetting herself than she had been since her early days as a jewelry thief. Turning slightly red at that memory, Selina focussed on the task at hand and she quickly realized that; unlike the stoic Batman, Kane would come apart far more easily as putty in her hands. Kate moaned loudly as Selina rubbed her wet clit, making the hero scream with pleasure, as Selina grinned happily. Two of her slender fingers then slipped inside Batwoman and began stroking her inner walls, her screams now making the previous ones sound like gentle whispers. Catwoman purred with delight, though realized she was fast running out of time, as a third leak sprung forth and; overwhelming her oversaturated lingerie, started running down the inside of her suit and legs. Her leather catsuit was so tight against her poor bladder and she badly wanted to rip it off but that would have halted her pleasuring of Kate and cost her even more time. Instead, she decided it was time for the big finale. Her tongue slid down over Batwoman’s pussy and slid inside her, as the hero’s hips began to buckle like crazy; Selina having to hold down the woman’s legs to avoid being kicked in the head. ‘Does someone want to cum?’ said Selina, in a sultry tone, as Batwoman whimpered. ‘I… I… I… need it!’. ‘You need what?’ said Selina teasingly; despite her own impatience. ‘I need to cum’. Selina kissed Kate’s wet thigh and then grinned devilishly. ‘Then cum for me Batwoman’. The moment she said this, her tongue slid deep inside Kate’s pussy; which, thoroughly lubricated from her accident and the lust she felt, sent her body into a pleasurable overdrive. Selina found herself rather enjoying the tangy, salty taste of Batwoman’s piss; mixed in with her juices, and when her tongue gently brushed against the inner walls of Kate’s pussy, she could hold on no longer. ‘Fuck, I’m cumming!’. Batwoman began to squirt violently as Selina purred with pleasure. She lapped up Kate’s juices like a cat with milk, though her own moans were mixed in with groans of discomfort, as watching Kate’s release made her even more desperate for her own. She was now leaking every few seconds and was desperate to get out of her now already peed-in catsuit. Once she was certain Kate was lost to the afterglow, watching her body shudder with sinful pleasure, Catwoman leapt up and began to pull down the zipper on her suit. Unfortunately, while exposing her breasts and coming two-thirds of the way down, her sweating body from all the recent desperation had made it extremely tight and Selina began bouncing on the spot; desperate for the toilet, only seconds away from having a complete accident. ‘Come on, come on!’. Unfortunately, Selina, despite how expertly she had driven Batwoman to a thundering orgasm, had simply been holding too long. With a series of frustrated gasps, she swore violently and tried to shove her hands inside her catsuit but it was too late. Selina moaned with relief and annoyance as she lost control, her soaked lingerie providing no protection as her pee flowed into her catsuit; soaking her legs, the leather and running over her feet and boots, as she stood there embarrassed, peeing herself like a little girl. Meanwhile, Batwoman, recovering from her own orgasm, now realized what was happening and stared in awe as the always sophisticated Selina Kyle continued to wet herself. Kate would never admit it but she’d always had a begrudging respect for the thief’s poise and control. Seeing her lose that now was both shocking and deeply arousing. Selina seemed to feel the same way as; with her bladder having shrunk enough to finally pull off her catsuit, Selina had pulled off the wet leather and had slid a hand inside her soaked black lace, fingering herself with abandon. Having neglected to wear a bra, Batwoman watched with growing lust as the now almost completely naked Selina Kyle started to play with herself with abandon. The release had been too pleasurable; the leather forcing her pee to pulsate against her clit, which had driven Selina into a lustful state almost instantly. Unsurprisingly to anyone, she also had a strong exhibitionist streak and; in what would have been a surprise to many, a humiliation kink. The combination of all of these, as well as her relieved muscles now tightening with a renewed joy, meant Selina rapidly approached the edge of an orgasm within seconds and soon, was swept helplessly over the edge. ‘Fuck!’ she screamed, biting her lip; yet completely unable to suppress her screams of pleasure, as she had one of the best orgasms Selina had ever experienced. To her shock and delight, Batwoman decided to take her words literally and, immensely turned on once more by Selina’s accident, had leapt up from the sofa and was now pushing the still orgasming Selina into the wall she had restrained her against not fifteen minutes earlier. Their lips collided together as the two women fought for dominance, though still reeling from pleasure, Batwoman won and slid her tongue down Selina’s throat, as Catwoman surrendered to the heroine’s control and let out a purr of delight. ‘Kiss my neck’ she begged, her normal control gone; her tone a desperate whimper. Fortunately, Kate was feeling generous after her body’s recent pleasures and obeyed without complaint; causing Selina to moan helplessly. Maneuvering her flexible body, she wrapped her legs around Kate’s things and dragged her nails across Batwoman’s back, causing her to moan in lust-fuelled pain, as she grinded into Selina’s thighs. Streaks of piss splashed across both women as their overtired bladders let out several remaining pangs of desperation; further wetting their soaked bodies, yet neither seemed to care as the two managed to tear each other’s underwear off almost simultaneously. With impressive unity, their hands then slid between each other’s legs and the two began to finger each other; using every trick they had to undo the other’s remaining control first, while their lips remained glued together and their other hands roamed freely. Batwoman groped Catwoman’s perky bum, while Selina pinched Kate’s sensitive nipples and screams of pleasure were now frequent from both women; with no attempt made from either to hold back anymore. The two pleasured each other for sometime as their pleasure built and while Kate had the advantage of stamina, Selina had more experience. The thief with a heart of gold undid the Superhero’s control first; pushing her into a thundering orgasm, though not by much. As Kate screamed with lust; her release so powerful that tears were rolling down her face, her fingers practically vibrated inside Selina and that; combined with watching Batwoman cum violently in front of her, utterly shattered the last of Selina’s control. The two women both collapsed to the floor; wrapped in each other’s arms, as their bodies shook with pleasure. Their legs and butts were lying in piss, their bodies were sweaty and their normally gorgeously organized hair was messed up beyond belief; yet neither cared, treasuring the moment. Neither said anything, simply basking in the afterglow; occasionally gently stroking some part of the other’s body, as they lay together in serene bliss. Eventually; after several joyful minutes, the two women sat up, with abashed but pleased looks on their faces. ‘Wow!’ was all Batwoman could manage, smiling guiltily at Catwoman. Selina returned the smile, which soon morphed into a naughty smirk. ‘Perhaps I was wrong to reject you from mine earlier. I think it would have been very relaxing after all’. Batwoman frowned in confusion. ‘What?’. Selina leaned forward, whispering into Kate’s ear; sending chills down her exhausted but thoroughly pleasured body: ‘A bath… care to join me now?’. 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  14. Maybe he hated the way she never told him, or maybe he just hated the feeling in his lower gut. His roommate always had a habit of doing this, inviting people over to hang out downstairs in their crappy downtown apartment she fixed up to look...halfway decent. Though she never let him know, when she knew he was...He was bladder shy, and she thought he was kidding! Waylon’s lower half felt like it was burning, a hand around the doorknob, the other steadying him by splaying against the plymood of the entrance. It felt like his breath was coming in short pants, burning hot and putting pressure on his already too-full bladder with every movement of his lungs. It was burning, threatening to leak out though he knew his bladder would allow no such thing. His knees felt like they’d buckle, shaking and weak as his flop of dirty blonde hair hung in his face, hearing those women talk downstairs, his bladder couldn’t even give him so much as a drop in relief. Then...came the shame, the way his pants grew tighter at the feeling of it, when he knew he shouldn’t like something so...humiliating. He had to pee! That’s all this was! Yet the weakness in his legs and lower half had him slip to the floor, member twitching in his pants at the idea of just letting go, a puddle around his thighs that he’d have to clean up, like a little weakling. He hated it, hated it, but he knew his kinky side fucking loved it, the way he couldn’t go even if he wanted to, knowing if he even tried to force himself only a few little painful dribbles would leak their way down his shaft. “Waylon! You should come down! I know you’re hiding up there, you anti-social nerd!” Following that was a gaggle of laughter that made his spine tingle, the laughter at him, when he was brought so low...whydiditmakehimsohard? “J-Just a minute!” He had to take care of this, if he went down with a boner over needing to pee he’d never hear the end of it. He pushed, needing just a little more of that timed embarrassment, and felt urine soak the front of his boxers, darkening the fabric that was the only thing he wore on his lower half. “F-Fuck..please….alittlemore.” His reedy voice whined, cracking as he cursed, his body not used to the pure need it had all coiled up in his bladder...His knees twitching as he let a little more of his shame drip out of his twitching cock, forehead leaned on the door, he only prayed his roomie and her friends didn’t come up the stairs looking for him. He had no choice, he was way too fucking horny to just piss himself until he came. Trembling fingers pushed down to the hem of his white boxers, soaked yellow...pushing them down his need sprang out, and the friction made him moan, unable to stop it. He heard it...downstairs the woman paused in their talking, and he heard his name, they knew...oh fuck they knew...but that just did it for him more, a dribble of pre mixing with his own shameful piss, dripping down and staining those boxers even more, and he looked at it for a bit...Enjoying the feeling of need, of being horny, wishing so badly someone would call him names, a little piss baby, a fucking nerd, a little wimp...Just thinking those things made him twitch again, and he brought his thumb up, tracing up the side with a shiver...The urge to moan again just to have them make fun of him, to call him gross, a pervert, nasty...a piss pants. “Did you hear that?” “Maybe...is Waylon alright?” He couldn’t help it, another moan melted past his lip, and the girls all went quiet downstairs as he fully let himself go, whimpering with his back arched his urine squirting from his tip to soak the cloth around his thighs, pooling underneath his thighs as his tip twitched. He couldn’t keep his hands off himself, a hand in his hair, gripping it, as he moved to pump his fist, hips jerking into his own hand as he finished pissing himself, the warm puddle, his shame, only serving to make his precum pool on top of his fist, leaking down the side as he heard them come up the stairs...Through a haze of lust he knew they saw his puddle, sitting so close to the door, they had to, hearing the way his body jerked and moved… All those women must think he was a fucking mess, and he loved it, he loved them thinking he was an embarrassment, a little pisser that wasn’t worth their time. “Ohfuck...fucking…ngh!” His urine wasn’t the only thing puddling underneath him once he reached his climax, knowing he didn’t last long, he didn’t give a single shit, his dick was a mess, throbbing as his orgasm made him moan, the girls right outside his door gasping, murmuring amongst themselves as the door clicked open, seeing the man in his own puddle, shirt hem covered in piss and cum, his boxers, once white, now a yellowed mess around his thighs. “What a little pisser~” _____ This was a very self indulgent fic I wrote, it most likely isn't very biologically correct, but it is fiction! Thanks so much for reading!
  15. Maria rubbed sleep out of her groggy eyes as she sat up in bed to take in her surroundings. Her nostrils were greeted with the scents of lavender and lemon. She was in a fairly nice hotel room, not Hilton level posh but much better than a nasty motel. Maria spared a glance for the brown patterned carpet and the inoffensive beige wallpaper as well as the framed print of Cincinnati hanging above the small writing desk tucked into the corner. Her gaze moved to the actual city of Cincinnati dusted with February snow outside the window before meandering back into the room where it alighted upon the bathroom door, silhouetted by yellow fluorescent light. Maria smiled as the events of the past night rushed back to her. The guy currently in the shower, if the sound of running water was any indication, was named Will and was the current resident of the room. They had had a fantastic night together after meeting in the Below Zero Lounge, one of Cincinnati's premier nightclubs. If last night wasn’t a fluke, Maria was sure they would be going for round two as soon as Will was out of the shower. They had met at Below Zero's bar where Will had approached Maria. She had been out looking for some fun after the conclusion of her senior year of college at the University of Cincinnati. She had been immediately hooked by Will's good looks and genuine personality. They had talked and drank and danced for a few hours before Will had invited her back to his hotel room. He had said he was traveling for his job. Maria strained to remember the specifics. A travel writer! That's what it was. Regardless, one thing had led to another and here she was. Maria heard the water in the shower stop, and decided to give herself a once over in the tall mirror standing against one wall to make sure she looked all right. She was dressed in one of her favorite outfits, a pair of black leggings under a tight, checked pencil skirt that came down to about mid-thigh and a black sweater on top. Her pale blonde hair bordered on white, a trait that made her stand out in any kind of crowd, flowed down her back, slightly unkempt but not too messy. Maria gave herself a nod of satisfaction and moved back to the bed right as Will came out of the bathroom. As Maria shifted into position, her bladder heaved in protest. She stifled a groan. She hadn’t noticed she had to pee so bad. She had either been too drunk or too tired to relieve herself last night. She wondered if she would be able to slip into the restroom after Will came out. However, when Will stepped out of the bathroom all thoughts of peeing disappeared from Maria’s head. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a nice button up dress shirt. All the old desire from last night came rushing back to Maria. Will spoke first. “You look just as beautiful in the morning”. He said with a cocky smile. “The same goes for you,” Maria replied. He sat down on the edge of the bed with her. They started to chat about this and that, not saying anything important, just enjoying each others company. Soon though, it became more than just talking. Will’s hand was rubbing Maria’s thigh, and their legs were tangled together. Maria pressed her body close to Will. She briefly spared a thought for her aching bladder, but dismissed the idea of taking a break to deal with it as Will leaned in close and their mouths connected. Maria found herself lying on top of Will on the bed, hands clasped, lips pressed together. The heat of his body drew her forward, tongues exploring each others mouths. They flipped over, Will on top now, pressing against Maria. His thumb traced slop circle around her nipple through the sweater. His thigh was pressed between her legs and the pressure on her clit sent her into overdrive. She pulled herself up against him, bodies colliding, One hand reached down and grabbed his crotch where Maria felt his penis, stiff as a board. Her bladder groaned in desperation, but she paid it no mind. She was too horny, too ready, too desperate to stop now. He pulled her off the bed and the pair slammed into the hotel wall. Maria ripped open the buttons on Will’s shirt, pressing her hand against his bare chest. She could feel a few drops of sweat on her forehead. Her bladder heaved in protest, and she let out a quiet moan of desperation into Will’s mouth. Will, thinking this was a different type of moan, started to kiss her even harder. He felt up her legs, her hips, her breasts, and even under the clothing she was wearing, Maria felt every touch. She could hold back no longer. She pulled him from the wall and pressed him into the rolling chair by the desk. She straddled him as they pressed their faces together once again. He bladder let out a roar of pain akin to the throes of a dying animal. And still Maria pushed forward. She could feel nothing but pleasure as she grinded against his rigid cock, felt the warmth between her legs. She reached to pull off her sweater, but froze. Maria’s eyes shot open. She let out a groan of distress as the unthinkable, yet inevitable, happened. Her bladder was tired and overworked from alcohol and time. Maria realized too late that she had been careless and would now pay the ultimate price. The heat between her legs changed. It was no longer heat from pure pleasure. It was a liquid heat that came from deep within. A heat that rushed from her body and splashed into her pants, an unstoppable tide. Maria could do nothing but close her eyes in shame as she lost control and began to wet herself. Pee splashed through her flimsy underwear, poured into the leggings underneath. She felt the wetness against her legs as it traveled from her crotch down to her ass, and beyond. The feeling was like an orgasm. She felt as if a massive weight had been lifted off her shoulders. But still, she blushed with shame as the piss ran down her legs as well as dampening the hem of her skirt. After a minute or two the stream tapered off leaving just the drip, drip, drip of the urine falling off of the chair. “Maria?” She opened her eyes, knowing the most painful part was yet to come. Will was staring at her. She caught a glimpse of his crotch, soaked through with her water and felt another wave of shame roll over her. “Did you just pee your pants?” “Yes”. There was nothing to do but tell the truth. “I didn’t know you were into that, but ok”. Maria was stunned. She took a moment to make sure she heard that correctly. “So do you want to keep going?” Will said. Maria silently thanked her lucky stars that Will was so open and that he had misunderstood her accident as a fetish. She replied with an emphatic nod. The couple moved over to the bed where Maria finally got her sweater off, among other things. She couldn’t help but cringe as she striped off her soaked leggings and panties, but the payoff was worth it. Will was a master with his hands, expertly rubbing and touching until Maria was near climax before he had even stuck it in. But he did eventually and when he did, Maria’s world lit up. She rode him hard, feeling his third leg press deep into her body. She moaned. He responded in kind. They continued for some time until Maria felt the oncoming rush of orgasm she moaned again, toes curling as she sat up straight, body shivering as she came. She felt will pull out, grab a tissue from the bedside and finish himself. The pair collapsed back onto the bed slick with sweat, and lay peacefully, resting the day away. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Later that night, as Maria was walking home, she felt an odd scratching sensation in the waistband of her now-dry leggings. She felt around her hips and discovered a small slip of paper with a few lines of messy writing on it. The message read: I’ll be in Cincinnati again soon, call me! -W The message was followed by a phone number. Maria smiled as she continued walking through downtown. She had a feeling that number would be getting a lot of use in the future.
  16. First night of a two day vacation trip to another medium size town we were not familiar with, and of course me and S dove directly into the public kinky stuff. We would dress up nicely in suits. I would get desperate. Combining these two meant we would both get our share of fetish flow, and it couldn´t be anything but fantastic. Before undressing for the evening we were relaxing and cuddling in our hotel room. We were excited and things got sexual. But I didn´t want to climax , I wanted to save the tension. I´m usually not good at that kind of self discipline, I tend to go directly for my orgasms, but for some reason I was determined to hold back this time. There was lots of edging, part of me just wanted to give in, and after a while I said no, I can´t do this any longer or I won´t be able to stop, so I just enviously watched as S got himself over the top. Me keeping this tension would most likely have some impact on how things would turn out later in the evening, but I had no idea about that now. I had been preparing since my last pee after dinner, drinking plenty of water. I started to feel it when we slowly put our shirts and pants on, and S with a very satisfied look in his eyes picked out the perfect tie for me for tonight, and watched me try to make an acceptable four in hand-knot. I think I did alright, but S just shook his head and said I needed to practice more. A nerdy fetishist is not easy to please. I love him. We watched ourselves in the mirror, we looked fantastic together. Now we were ready to go out. Almost all the bars with outdoor terraces were centred on the same street in this city, and we went to a casual place near the hotel, ordered a couple of beers and found chairs that were´nt too wet from the rain that fell earlier. We had a nice time, enjoying the evening and our excitement. I knew my desperation would start growing faster from now on, and that I was not allowed a bathroom break. But honestly, any experienced bdsm-person would just laugh at our attempts of a sub-dom-play. I really suck at being a sub in this context since I tend to be like “You´re saying I can´t go to the bathroom? Oh, that´s just great, I didn´t want to anyway! When are you gonna tell me to have another drink?” And S isn´t the most dominant either, afraid of pushing me too far. But the only important thing is, we make it work for us, and enjoy it. I must give him, he was rather resolute when the waitress came to ask if we wanted anything more. Without even looking at me he said “She´ll have a glass of water”. Sitting there we realised we didn´t really have a safe way out of this place, as it was in the central part of the city, a busy area with a lot of people walking around. I was still in good control, but we needed to prepare some secluded escape before it became too bad, so we decided to leave this bar and go for a walk. There was a big church overlooking the city, so we went there, and found a big park area, and we saw another green area with a small lake on the other side of the road. We strolled around in the park and took some ghosty misty pictures that didn´t turn out so good because it started to get dark. We also stopped and kissed, and S checked if I was still dry when he got the chance. I was, but my bladder was filling. After walking around for a while S said we´d go for another drink at the bar closest to this park. On our way there my need to pee was getting serious. How much more time did I have? Would I really last another bar visit? I was worrying just a little bit. Even if it was an outside bar I didn´t want to have an accident there. But I also knew I usually underestimate my capacity. I could manage. But I made sure we did pay for the drinks in advance, so that we could leave the place fast if needed. Now the real fun part began. I noticed as soon as I sat down I could not sit still. My bladder was just constantly reminding me of it´s existence. “I think I´m getting better at reading you now”, S said. “You look really, really happy!”. “Happy” isn´t I guess the most common description of a person very desperate to pee, but probably true for me. There had been no alcohol in our drinks, but I felt drunk and giggly anyway as I squirmed and moved around in my chair, while S watched me with a very amused and slightly sadistic face. With a bladder this swollen it was hard to find a comfortable way of sitting. “What´s wrong? You don´t look that relaxed “ S smiled. “Me? I´m perfectly fine!” I said, leaned back and tried to look chill, but there was no way I could even relax for a second if I wanted to stay dry, so this show didn´t last long. Soon I was all squirmy again with that shiny nervous smile back on my face. “Now I´m laughing at you, not with you! “ S said, and I could understand. With all this people around, we already had some of them looking at us with the way we dressed, so I tried not to draw even more attention by making my need obvious. I didn´t cross legs or hold myself, I was just constantly shifting weight and moving my legs, but I must have appeared very restless. I drank my tonic water much faster than S drank his beer. I think he slowed it down on purpose, but he was kind enough to offer me to help him empty his glass. I did. It would do no harm, I knew I´d pee myself anyway long before those gulps of beer would be hitting my bladder, and now I really felt like moving on. “How long do you have left” S asked. “Not so long”. “Ok then, let´s go for a walk” You never really know what the gravity will do to your desperation when you stand up after being seated for a while. I realised when we started walking that I was much fuller and heavier than before sitting down, and now my bladder was hurting a little bit. I made sure not to walk fast, but was still surprised I didn´t leak a single drop yet, I was just breathing heavily. We reached the park area. S was again checking my dryness with his hand in my gusset when nobody was in sight. He asked me how I felt. “It´s tough… and sooo good” All night I had been excited and turned on. But now I started to really feel it. My bladder had started to push just the right erotic buttons from within, and it felt wonderful and frustrating at the same time. We started walking down towards the city lake, crossed the big road and walked down some stairs. I expected to leak but didn´t, not even when I stumbled. I could feel a remarkable hotness down there though, but it wasn´t pee, not yet. I was impressed. My muscles must be in good shape these days. “I just need to be somewhere alone with you now” I said. The hold had lost it´s importance. I was on the verge of wetting myself and that was what turned me on, but now my need for stimulance was way bigger than my need to pee. We passed an empty restaurant and kept walking on the bicycle/walking path on the left side of the lake. We stopped there, pushing ourselves close against each other. I could feel his hardness, and it made my urge to be touched even stronger. When nobody was around, he sneaked his hand down between my legs. Holding had lost it´s importance, it just felt so fantastic being in this condition, fight with it and against it. I felt the familiar feeling of a growing warmth when I couldn´t resist the pressure and had my first leak. “Now you´ve wet yourself” he said. “Just a little” “No, that wasn´t a little” My pants were wet in the crotch. That made me hunger even more. I started rubbing myself on the outside of my pants, I clenched and relaxed myself into a semi-orgasm and sacrificed another little leak in the waves of it, while I was shaking and moaning. I was now completely losing it, and then I don´t mean losing my pee. In fact the only thing I still had at least some control over was my bladder, the rest of me was clearly insane. I was getting close to a real climax, rubbing myself, leaning against S, when he said “Ehm, it´s pretty obvious what you´re doing now”. We were still in good view of anyone who could appear any second on the tracks, and they also did, every other minute. S had a hard time telling me to stop and be quiet when that happened. We needed to move. S spotted a dark place between some trees a little further away, and led me there. We were well hidden in the shadows. From a distance nobody would be able to even see us there, but we were still just a few meters from the path, and had to keep watch. That means, S had to. I was still completely out of it, didn´t care for anything else than this intensity going on. Thinking back at this I blush a little. I´ve had intense holds before, at home, but being in public like this and unable to contain myself was something new, it was almost a little scary but also very hot. My memory is a little bit blurry, I was probably lost in myself, and not much aware of how S was doing, but was nicely surprised when he suddenly told me to look, pointing down at his hard dick sticking out of his fly. It spasmed and cum exploded out in squirts onto the ground. He just couldn´t hold it back, he said, it was either that or in his pants. That sight didn´t exactly cool me down… Now after several semi orgasms and more wetness, the urge for just letting go and wet myself was getting bigger. At next leak I felt how awesome it would be to just let it keep flowing, but using all my will power I could still stop it. “Are we gonna try to save the shoes?” I said. S had a look around, and saw the big stone in the shadows of the tree right behind us. Leaning against it could work. My body was longing so much for letting go. I leaked heavily as I sat down, but managed to stop, as people were just about to pass by. The path was so close, so even if they wouldn´t see what we were doing in the shadows behind that tree, they would hear the sound of my pouring pee if I´d let go. I needed to wait just a little more. When S told me the coast was clear, I took out the cards from my pockets, and allowed my bladder to relax. The wetting was incredible and like a long orgasm in itself. I peed in full force right through my pants with my legs spread, felt my butt get all warm, and saw the wide river forming between my legs. It came so fast I couldn´t avoid some trickles following my pants all the way out of my legholes and into my shoes, but I didn´t care much about it, this just felt so good. All shaky I got up on my feet, and felt the wetness cling to my legs. The very physical arousal from holding a bladder full to it´s limit was now replaced by the more psychological naughty feeling of knowing I had just wet myself completely, emptied a very full bladder in my suit pants. “Unfortunately our only option for walking back is to take the street passing by all those bars, and no bullshit, it´s obvious, they will all see you wet your pants“ S said. I didn´t really believe him, I knew he was just teasing me the way I wanted him to, but I liked to hear him say it. We walked back towards the main street, that was still busy. It was funny to pass by the bar where I so recently sat squirming around, now coming back calm and relaxed, but with wet pants. My wetness had soaked in, and you´d really have to know what to look for to get the full picture, so I´m almost certain I got away with it. But most important was, S knew. We were sharing this moment . Not only did he know I´d wet myself, he also knew how much I´d loved it, and how the minutes before I had been so powerfully aroused I lost control of myself in a way I think I´ve never experienced before. Back at the hotel room my bladder had filled up again, so I took off my shoes and suit jacket and stepped into the shower. Once again I just relaxed, felt the warm pee reheat the cold wet patches down my legs and feet, I saw the growing puddle on the bathroom floor, and the rivers making their way down the drain as I finished peeing. Now we were in privacy and could finally fully give in to all the built-up tension. Still standing in my soaking wet clothes, I was given my long awaited climax, and almost collapsed on the floor.
  17. Sssssso, for a pretty long time I've been thinking it was the same for all, that is, I thought that omorashi was simply a particular "sexual taste". I thought that the only reason for someone should watch somebody squirming for the need to pee, or wetting, or anything else related with pee was sexual excitement. It's so, for me. But then, joining this site, I learned there are quite much people who don't like omorashi for that reason. I was astonished, not 'cause I find it weird or what, but simply because I had no idea. So, I open this post to satisfy this need of knowledge of mine: why did you sign in this site? Which way do you like omorashi? What is, into omorashi, that you like so much you wear a pair of old jeans and wet them? A fundamental remark: this doesn't absolutely mean to be a post of polemic or criticism, surely nobody will be judged by me, so I hope you won't do either :)
  18. WARNING: all characters are adults in this story but there is strong nudity snd sex scenes. Just wanted to make that known ahead of time . Nothing violent or bad, all legal and adults just letting you know. Pablo, a twenty something tall, blonde hair guy in excellent shape woke up. Pablo got out of bed and stretched, completely naked. His pale white skin but thin muscular body that showed off his rib bones and v-shaped back. His strong, hairy calf’s that he bent backwards and grabbed to stretch and crack his leg knuckles. He bent over and his rock hard ass stretched open as his long dong pointed to the floor. He stretched his body, kicking one leg back as the other bent at the knee in front of him, and did it with the other side. He stretched both arms in their air as he cracked his hand knuckles and twisted. Dear lord his body was amazing. Pablo scratched his hairy crotch and then walked outside his apartment. In it, Billy sat. Billy had his shirt off and Pablo felt aroused. He walked over and said “hey Billy, can I feel you?” Billy grabbed Pablo’s crotch and rubbed it, making it rock hard. Pablo breathed heavy as each stroke excited the feeling between his legs. “Oh...oh...oh yeah. S...suck it.” Billy did. He placed his mouth on Pablo’s long cock, and sucked on it making Pablo’s back twitch and legs quiver. His body flicked back and forth and side to side. “Oh god, oh god.” Pablo’s cock tasted like a salty sausage, with a smooth outer layer. Pablo grabbed Billy’s head and felt great. But then his bladder twitched, and with that twitch came a sudden burst of morning pee pain that was so heavy his knees bent from the weight. To be continued
  19. WARNING: SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD!!! Let me start off by saying that I'm a massive prude, I know. Here I am in my twenties and only just now touching my first real life penis. To add some context that will either make you feel better, or much worse, I experienced no sexual feelings whatsoever until I was 19. Let me say that again, I was functionally asexual until I was 19. When I first started to experience what being horny felt like, I honestly thought that I was losing my mind, but that's a soap box for another day. Today's story is about me immortalizing a very special moment for my boyfriend and me in the best way I know how: telling strangers on the internet! So, background. My boyfriend and I have been in a long distance relationship for about two and a half years. We had never met in person until about a week ago. Naturally, we had a lot of time to make up for. We are both virgins (unless you count the later events of this story as losing your virginity, but I don't, so . . .) and I really want to wait until I'm married to have penetrative sex. (Stereotypical religious thing, but I also have several personal reasons for wanting to live this way.) I had a friend escort me to make sure that I didn't get shanked, just in case. Our story begins the moment we existed in the same space. We hugged, we kissed, I felt his erect penis trying to break free of it's fabric prison . . . romantic crap like that. The day wore on, but we couldn't manage to peel ourselves off of each other. My poor friend just existed awkwardly in a nearby room listening to us noisily making out and fondling each other. (It was one of the only rooms in the house that didn't smell like smoke, and she's quite sensitive, as it turns out.) The time was drawing near for me to leave and the two of us had already said our goodbyes fifty or so times. We just weren't ready to be apart again. I continue loitering in his section of the house and he tells me that he's going to go shower. He had already invited me to join him a few times, and I really should have taken him up on that. (We had gone swimming. He had shampoo. I did not. Also, naked kisses.) I tell him once again, without any gusto, that I don't trust myself around his wet, naked body. He relents, but tells me that he'll be leaving the door unlocked should I have a change of heart. I simply watch the bathroom door longingly as he scrolls through Spotify until he lands on Beggin' (I'm not sure who's version of it). Now, he claims that he simply chose the song because he was in the mood to hear it and it's a good song (He's right. It slaps.), but it definitely sealed the deal for me. My friend, wonderful, beautiful person that she is, encourages me to go for it. I hesitate a bit before testing the doorknob (unlocked!) and slipping in to the bathroom. He seems pleasantly surprised to see me. Cutting straight to the chase, I ask, "Can I see him?" He wiped away the foggy moisture from the shower door, revealing to my eyes my first real life penis. He slid the door open, asking if I wanted to join him. While I absolutely wanted to, I refused, but got down on my knees. I began to reach for him, but stopped to ask, "May I?" "Absolutely." I ran my hands over the first dick that I've ever felt and it was . . . Not what I expected. I've heard that it's hard, I've been told that it's hard, I had been feeling that it was hard as we pressed ourselves into each other earlier in the day. After all of that build up of, "Oh, it's gonna be really hard," that wasn't exactly true. He was erect, it was hard, but I never thought about the skin at the surface of the penis still being soft and fleshy. (He has been cut, so I guess I never thought about it.) I'm well into my exploratory rubbing and touching when there's a knock at the bathroom door. There's only one other person in the house with us at the time, so it has to be my friend. Assuming that she needed me for something, I gave him a quick kiss before slipping out of the bathroom. Sure enough, there she is standing not far away at the foot of the stairs. She gave me a pep talk as I hid my right hand (which absolutely had some of his pubes on it) mostly behind me. She gave me a quick reminder that we didn't have any protection, so we shouldn't go all the way, but that we could still do other things without marring my chastity. She wished me luck and made her way upstairs partly to give the two of us some privacy. Once again hyped on on confidence that I did not deserve, I got back down on my knees and took his dick into my mouth. I really expected it to have some sort of flavor to it, but, likely because of the shower, it only tasted like water with a fleshy texture. (I need that quote on a poster promoting blowjobs.) I ran my lips all the way down to the base of his shaft, trying to see how deep I could go. (Small uvula gang, where you at!?) As luck would have it I could go all the way to where his shaft met the rest of his body before gagging. I did this twice before calling it there. (I couldn't remember if a person could gag two or three times safely before running the risk of vomiting, so I played it safe.) I switched over to giving him a hand job. I started slowly at first, focusing on the length of his shaft, the back of the head, how much pressure I was gripping him with, things that I assume are normal things to focus on. After a few moments, it occured to me that I needed to speed up if I wanted him to cum (and I did). I sped up, slowing down occasionally mostly because I was having a hard time focusing on kissing his arm as well as jerking him off. (I'm a small person and was afraid that I was too short to reach his dick and his face at the same time. 😅) Soon enough, he orgasmed and gave me some parting kissing before I left him to finish up his shower in peace and contentment. As much as I want to tell you that angel choirs sang during or after my first in-person sexual experience, they didn't. I wasn't struck down by God, not was I given a divine pat on the back. I just did what felt right and natural to do with the man that I love. Looking back, my only regret is not joining him in the shower to bum his shampoo and maybe have him return the favor that I so graciously bestowed upon him. There's always next time, I suppose.
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