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  1. Thanks everyone for getting me out of dehydrated rank! i can now post my work freely. this topic will be about my sketches and feed back. i'll be posting my sketch here. i wanted to hear you guy's feedback and suggestion to see what you guys wants. i'll color in the sketch once i determent it's good enough. here's the first one!
  2. Well, right when I thought I was ending my most intense experiences to write, here fate gave me not one but two close calls 10 days ago. So, recently in Italy there was a great annual games convention (actually it’s the main gamescon in Italy, if you know, you know 😉). I’ll admit it: I’m a nerd and am a Dungeon Master as a hobby. In the last years, it happened often to be called by some editors to run some tabletop role play demos during the convention and I swear every single year there is something amiss, broken or problematic. Two years ago they didn’t invest in air conditioning and unluckily they were 3 of the hottest days of the year (I got an heatstroke, that’s a story for another forum and other tags); this year they remembered to use air conditioners but a great amount of toilets were out of service… in a Convention with thousands of people. So, me and my friends arrive at the gamescon on Friday morning. We woke up at 5:30 am, and that was the last time I peed before we got to the convention. I had two demos to run that day, but the first one got cancelled last minute (first day, it happens) I start visiting the various stands and choosing what and where to buy. It was then I noticed many of the public restrooms were closed. Perfect! This means interminable lines to use the only functioning toilets. Luckily I didn’t need to go, even after 8 hours (strong bladder, if you checked my other posts). Despite the air conditioning, it was a very hot day and to have lunch we had to wait at the kiosks in the open area, under the heat of the sun. As you probably guessed, I got terribly thirsty and overheated, so I took plenty of fresh drinks not only to stay hydrated, but also to better tolerate the heat. In fact for my constitution I can tolerate well cold weather but I’m quite prone to heatstrokes and to lower the heat I tend to overdrink (during summer I can consume 4L of fresh drinks per day). Also, considering the absurd prices of food at the gamescon, I had the ‘brilliant’ idea to consume less solid food and compensate drinking lot of beer which was actually pretty cheap for the standards. For all the reasons above, at 2:00 pm I had probably drank 1,5L of ale and 2L of assorted beverages and I still hadn’t peed since when I woke that morning. Even with my strong bladder I was starting to feel some need, but decided to ignore it because the restroom lines were very long and I had not too much time to end my tour before my second demo. Time’s up and I have to prepare the gaming table for the players. I had still a moderate need to pee, but I decided to wait until we got to our hotel room once we left the gamescon a couple of hours later… little I knew I was in for a surprise. I greet the players and start explaining them the system of the game and showing them the pregenerated characters. That’s when I started to feel more pressure in my bladder. Incase someone doesn’t know how a tabletop role play game demo works, here is a summary: the Game Master (me in this case) runs a oneshot of 2-4 hours for the players. During that time the GM must stay at the table and can’t take bathroom breaks because there is very few time to narrate the adventure and you can’t lose 30 minutes in line for a restroom. So here I am: blocked at the table with my players and with a bladder full of 10+ hours worth of fluids and starting to get even more full as all the Ale and beverages I drank get filtered by my metabolism. Still I won’t let my stupid decisions to ruin my players’ fun. I set my best poker face and start narrating the adventure as imaginary monsters and adversaries unfold for the playing characters. After an hour, I was getting desperate: squirming under the table, changing weight while sitting on the chair… I actually had to ask twice some infos from the players both for the chaos at the con and because my mind was starting to become more absent to concentrate on the unbearable pressure in my bladder. All of this while trying to keep my façade and don’t show I’m closer and closer to wet my jeans. I could see stars and was starting to feel sick for the strain. “Still 60 minutes” I repeat myself “How the fuck am I going to last 60 more minutes?!” 20 minutes in and I’m starting to think this is the time I won’t make it. I’m even resigning to the idea, I just hope to end the demo and find a place where to hide. Then the players do something I didn’t expect: they split the party! Being a correct (and masochistic) master, I warn them of the risks of dividing the group… their answer “well who cares? It’s a oneshot after all!” Well… if they are sure… Many of their pregen characters get killed by the monsters of the dungeon, still I can avoid a TPK and make it end in a bittersweet tone. The players are super happy, I’m dying to leave the table and run to the restroom, my bladder is bursting and I can feel it screaming for release, thanks to the players’ bad choices I ended 15 minutes earlier. We take some pictures, I spend two words on the system and feign a smile to the players’ jokes. They finally go. I have to stand up and I fear this precarious manovre could result fatal for the thin status quo that permits me not to catastrophically pee my pants. The change of balance nearly makes me leak, but I stubbornly use my hand to hold discretely my crotch and help to hold it. I put a forced smile on my face as I nonchalantly ask another GM to look for my things left on the table (never do this at an Italian convention unless you are setting yourself!). Finally I can rush to the restroom… or I should I say ‘sway’ to the restroom. I’m still in trouble though: I know I can’t stand long in line… “wait, where’s the line?!” Apparently it’s my lucky day! There are only 3 people before me and my far more than well deserved relief. I start waiting and my bladder is killing me. I swear I could feel it bursting: it was painful and my front was totally swollen. I tried to ease the pressure loosening my belt, I didn’t care anymore if someone noticed it. Finally, F I N A L L Y it’s my turn and a stall gets free. I gather all my remaining stamina and try to look totally not desperate to release a yellow river in a matter of seconds. As soon as I enter the stall though I basically fight with my belt, lower my jeans, block the door and hold my breath. I start releasing a never ending hot stream in the toilet bin. It hurts! It literally hurts! But I finally feel that heavenly sense of relief I so longed. I even start to worry because It took me minutes to empty my bladder fully. in the end I have to stretch to empty last drops from my exhausted bladder, obviously some drops only released once I pulled up my panties. I exhale a sigh of relief and exit the stall. I wash my hands and return to my stuff left on the gaming table. ——————————————— Originally I was going to write both my recent close calls, but I noticed this was long enough. Plus the second one is very similar, but I will write it next week (hopefully) if I notice there is interest in it. Ciao!
  3. All characters are over 18! Lucas squirmed in his seat. His bladder was so, so full and it felt like it was about to burst. His tight jeans, which accentuated his penis bulge, now compressed his bladder, which was containing over a litre of hot urine, which he had been holding for over an hour. He glanced at the clock... only ten minutes were left. He could do that. Once the bell rang, he would race down to the toilet, head to the toilet, undo his belt, whip out his dick, and pee. Suddenly, a spurt of urine interrupted his thoughts. He squeezed his thighs together to stop the involuntary flow of urine. He was able to stop the flow but was even more desperate than before. He slowly moved his legs apart to inspect the damage. There was no wet spot on his jeans yet, but his boxers felt damp. He crossed his legs and bounced his knee, staring at the clock, longing for the bell to ring. Meanwhile... Nasir grabbed his crotch and bounced around in his seat. His bladder was also full to the brim and contained the several large bottles of tea he had been drinking throughout the day. His sweatpants also showed his large penis bulge, and was so tight you could see the head of it. He was too desperate to act discrete and his teacher had refused him access to the toilets, even though he couldn't hold it anymore. His briefs felt damp around the crotch and a small wet patch at appeared on his sweatpants. Another spurt of pee erupted from his penis and he squeezed tighter to stop it. "Please, please can I go to the toilet?" asked Nasir, on the verge of tears. The class tittered and his teacher refused. Ten Minutes Later... The bell rang and the teacher allowed Nasir to go early. He scrambled out as his tired bladder began to release some urine and he squeezed his penis tighter as he tried to clench his bladder muscle. He raced to the toilet but found only one stall working (the others were out of order) just as Lucas raced over. "I have got here first!" protested Lucas as he tried to get in first. "No I did!" replied Nasir, "And I have to pee more!" "No, I do!" "No, me!" "Me!" The two began to fight over the restroom, but in that time another person rushed into the restroom. "Look what you did!" groaned Lucas as he potty danced outside. "No, look what you did!" moaned Nasir as his bladder began to release involuntarily, "I'm peeing myself." Lucas turned around and saw the hottest sight in the world: Nasir was pissing himself. The urine was spurting out of him so quickly. Nasir lifted his shirt and Lucas could still see his massive bladder bulge. The sight turned him on and he started to get erect. Nasir was holding so much and he still had to go. Nasir groaned as his bladder finally released its contents. He was standing in a massive puddle of urine and his sweatpants and pants were drenched. And Lucas could see Nasir's penis bulge even more clearly since he had wet. Each detail was visible, including the tip. The incident made Lucas have to pee even more and he banged on the door as the other person left, looking slightly embarrassed. Lucas rushed in without even locking the door and tried to undo his belt but it was stuck. His own bladder was beginning to give up and a slow but steady stream of urine was trickling out of him, dampening his jeans. He grabbed himself tightly and turned to Nasir who was watching him with a hungry expression on his face. "Can... can you help me with my belt?" begged Lucas. Nasir grinned evilly. "I don't know, can I?" he said, his own cock beginning to get erect over this sight. And Nasir had a huge cock. "Please!" begged Lucas once more, managing to maintain a very painful control of his pee, but a sizeable amount still being held back by his hand squeezing his own modest cock. "OK," grinned Nasir, "You're going to need to remove your hands," Lucas bit his lip as he did so and some pee that leaked out flooded his jeans. Nasir pushed down on Lucas's bladder as he pretended to fix it. Lucas groaned and moaned and danced on the spot but there was no stopping it this time. He was too desperate. Urine flooded out of Lucas's modest cock and soaked his jeans as he too, wet himself. Eventually, all that was left were two equally turned on boys, both soaking wet in their own piss, both dicks fully erect. Nasir and Lucas rushed into the working stall and the two of them admired their wet patches. Nasir pulled down his briefs and sweatpants, revealing a hefty, circumcised 7" cock. Lucas pulled down his own boxers and jeans and revealed an uncut 4" cock. The two of them admired each others cock as well as each others holding ability. "This was fun," admitted Lucas, blushing. "I've got an idea," said Nasir naughtily, "you come over to mine and we do a holding challenge. Whoever tries to hold the longest wins." "What do they win?" asked Lucas "The right to control the other's peeing for the day." said Nasir. "I'm in," replied Lucas. The two were interuppted by a banging at the door. "Please hurry it up! I can't hold it anymore!"
  4. Greetings everyone! I've been in a great mood to write more omo stories, and here's the start of a new one! With most of these stories I try to make it at least somewhat reasonable, with the length of time to hold it and the amount to drink and such, but with this one I decided to just be completely goofy and unrealistic, lol. I also want to mention that though there is male peeing, the real extreme desperation is with the woman character in this story. I want to mention that this story is partially inspired by the famous "Iron Queen" story (particularly the idea of someone drinking a truly ungodly amount of fluid, and holding it for a really long time) as well as some of Bombality's artwork. With that out of the way, let's start this off! I hope you enjoy! 😄 It was a bright, sunny day in Houston, Texas. The spring weather allowed the vibrant flowers to blossom, creating a pleasurable sight for the city. Within an apartment building, a young man slowly brought himself out of bed. He had wild, spiky hair, beautiful brown eyes, a button nose, and a pair of spiked ears, almost like an elf. His physique was very toned and slender, akin to a professional long distance runner. He stood at 168 centimeters, and weighed 140 pounds. The man slithered his way out of the sheets, and somehow he managed to land on his two feet without falling. He yawned, and walked past his TV, a trophy case containing dozens of trophies, certificates and medals, and exited the room. He hunched over, and the only motivating factor preventing him from crawling back to bed was the pleasant smell of coffee radiating throughout the living area. He walked into the kitchen, and saw a fresh cup of coffee already made for him. He took it without a second thought, and placed the edge of the cup onto his lips. The warm bliss that he sucked down into his stomach, a glorious mixture of caffeine and cream, rejuvenated his body and soul, and he felt much more awake. Rubbing his eyes, he turned to the dinner table, and the sight that laid upon his eyes nearly caused him to drop the mug in his hand. The man was not alone in the apartment. Sitting at the table was a woman, a truly extraordinary one at that. The first thing everyone usually noticed about her was her abnormal height, standing at 200 centimeters! She was also quite muscular, with massive arms, tree trunk legs, and six-pack abs. She had gorgeous black hair, which was quite wavy and curly. Her eyes were sparkling blue, her nose was shaped similarly to the man’s, and she had a bright, infectious smile across her face. The biggest surprise however was the fact that there was not one article of clothing on her body. The woman was massaging her rather large breasts, and was crossing her legs to hide her wet, throbbing womanhood. “Good morning, Birthday Boy!” she exclaimed enthusiastically. “I hope that coffee tastes so good!” The man was stunned. He felt like he was going to have a powerful nosebleed, like in an anime. Eventually, he shook his head back to his senses. “A-Artemis!!! Why are you naked?!” he exclaimed. She giggled in response. “Well, it is your birthday soon! I wanted to give you a great big surprise! And what better way to do that than by showing you my birthday suit?” “Y-yeah, but…” “Percy…we’ve been married for six months now…we should try to get closer to each other. We haven’t even fucked yet! Don’t get me wrong, feeling your fingers inside me is…heh…” Artemis stopped for a moment, trying to contain herself. “Um…but we should try to go one step further, you know?” Percy took a sip of coffee. “I-I know…I just…get so nervous…” He hung his head, barely able to look at her. “I’m…I’m sorry…” “Hey…” Artemis’ suddenly got much softer, and she got up and wrapped her arms around him. “I get it, okay? You had…a rough time. I know you’re not the most comfortable with this, but I just want you to know that I’m here for you, okay?” A few tears welled in Percy’s eyes. “Th-thank you…” After a few seconds, Artemis let go and struck a dramatic pose. “I know exactly what can cheer you up! Since we’re going on a road trip, I was planning on doing a very fun challenge!” Percy wiped the tears from his eyes, and cleared his throat. “Wh-what do you have in mind?” he asked. “I’m going to do a pee holding challenge!!!” Artemis declared. Percy’s eyes widened. “A…a what?!” “That’s right! I know that we both just love omorashi, and I was wanting to try out a lovely challenge! I am going to hold in my pee for the entire trip!” Percy looked surprised at such a challenge. “But Artie…that’s, like, a week-long trip!” But Artemis laughed. “I know, that’s why it’s a challenge, silly! I am going to drink a bunch of water and other drinks the whole time, and day and night, I have to hold it all in! Can you imagine the bulge that I’ll have?!” The thought of this started to arouse Percy. “Okay…but isn’t that super unhealthy?” “Percy…we’re fictional characters. The real world consequences of holding an ungodly amount of pee for that long has no effect on me!” “Okay, well…is there an explanation you have that doesn’t involve breaking the fourth wall?” Artemis thought about it for a moment, then she snapped her fingers. “We have a pill that renders any problems we could have with extreme holding obsolete!” She quickly went to a bathroom, opened the cabinet door, and got a bottle that said “Pee Holding Pills”. “How convenient…” Percy deadpanned. “I KNOW, RIGHT?!” Artemis responded excitedly. She opened the bottle and swallowed one of the pills. “There. Now I won’t be able to destroy my internal organs for a whole month!” Percy gave a thumb’s up in response. “Okay, here’s the plan. Before the trip even starts, I have to drink a gallon of water. It was something I did for wrestling, so it’s pretty easy at this point.” Then, when we actually start the trip, whenever we stop at a gas station, I have to drink…a lot. The amount that I should get at each stop should be roughly the equivalent of 5 liters. I approximated that we should have to stop about 8 times for the entire trip. While we’re driving, I’ll also keep myself company by drinking from a 24 pack of water bottles. I have to finish that pack by the time we stop at Minneapolis, and then go through another pack by the time we get back. Adding to the challenge are various smaller challenges to try to make me pee. These include not crossing my legs for the first day of the trip, not holding onto my crotch for the first half of the trip, not begging for the bathroom the entire trip, and of course, not peeing. But what happens if I fail these challenges, you may ask? Well, that’s where you come in, Percy. You have to punish me if I fail. You can spank me, purposefully stop the car, tickle me, make me drink more water, or something along those lines. Don’t worry, I’m not going to fight back or anything like that. You will be in complete control. Oh, and one more thing, my safeword is Elephant. Just in case things get a little too much for me. What do you think, Birthday Boy? Is that a good present for you?” Percy was in absolute shock by what he just heard. He and Artemis had done some omo stuff before, but this…this was truly next level. He pushed his glasses up, and cleared his throat, trying to hide his reddening face. “I-I-If that’s something you want to do, I will be happy to oblige…” “Great! I’m so excited to do this! I hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I’m sure I will,” she said, winking at him. Percy’s face turned an even darker shade of red. Artemis got up, skipped over to the kitchen and opened up a cabinet and got out a gallon-sized pitcher. She held it over the sink, and watched it as it slowly filled up with water. Once it was completely filled, she put it on the counter. “Okay, let me get dressed first!” She went over to their room and started rummaging through her clothes. Percy tried to avoid eye contact with her body as he finished his coffee and ate a Pop Tart. He wasn’t much of an eater, and wanted to stay lean. He thought about the challenge, and wondered if Artemis could do it. She was quite possibly the strongest person he knew, winning countless wrestling matches as well as many Field events in Track and Field. In fact, that was how he met her in the first place. Before he was too lost in thought however, Artemis returned, this time clothed. Specifically, she wore a Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon shirt, which was a triangle having a ray of light pass through it and having the colors of the rainbow emerge out of it. She also had denim jean shorts, which were short enough for one to see a little bit of her buttcheeks. In addition, a belt wrapped around the shorts, and Percy could tell that they were rather tight on her. Nevertheless, she happily walked into the kitchen, and got the pitcher, as well as a tall glass. “Alright sweetie, here we go!” she declared, before beginning to pour the water from the pitcher into the glass. Percy watched as she practically inhaled the water, refilling the glass over and over, not having even the slightest bit of discomfort. Eventually, the pitcher became empty enough to where she could take the lid off and just finish it off from the pitcher. When she finally finished, she let out a loud exhale. “Wow…gotta love water, huh?” “Yeah…um, how are you feeling?” Percy asked. “Oh, just fine, just fine! A gallon is nothing to me! This challenge is nothing to me! I’m going to not pee the entire trip no matter what!” she stated confidently. We’ll see about that, Percy thought. After getting ready, the couple packed up their car and got into it. Percy would be driving, while Artemis sat next to him in the passenger’s seat. “Alright Percy, are you ready?!” “Yeah, let’s do it!” And so, the two began not only their long, long trek, but also the pee holding challenge for our dear Artemis. Their first stop was quite close, just a few miles away from their apartment, as the tank was only half full, and Percy wanted a full tank of gas before really going on their journey. Meanwhile, Artemis went inside the gas station. She walked towards the long line of drinks, and pondered what to get. She was in the mood for Gatorade, and so she looked at the selection of those. There were 900 mL bottles that were quite cheap, and so she grabbed as many as she could hold in her arms. She walked over to the cashier and laid them down. Just as he was about to check them out, she noticed a 24 pack of 500 mL water bottles, and got those as well. “My my, that’s quite a lot!” the cashier remarked. Artemis laughed casually. “Yeah, well, you know we’ve gotta stay hydrated on the road. After the cashier checked everything out, he put the Gatorades in bags, and Artemis collected them and exited the store. “Hey Artemis, how’s it-JESUS CHRIST!!!” Percy was shocked at just how much she was carrying. She gave him one of the Gatorades, and placed the rest on her lap…right on top of her bladder. “Good God, Artie, five of those monsters…AND the 24 pack?! I know that was the plan, but-” “What, you think I can’t do it?” she asked. Percy looked down nervously. “Um…no, that’s not what I meant…I just thought that…we’d be doing that a little bit farther down the road-” “Nah!” Artemis dismissed, already twisting the lid off one of the Gatorades. As they started moving, Artie was already drinking, and within minutes, she completely sucked it down, throwing the empty bottle in the back seat. After a few minutes, Percy decided to break the silence. “So, uh…how are you feeling, Artie?” he asked. “Do you need to pee yet?” Artemis only scoffed. “It doesn’t matter how badly I need to pee! I will hold all of it in like a big girl! My level of comfort is not a factor! If I have to drink the entire ocean, I will do so and smile!” Hearing how confident Artemis was made Percy’s penis want to rip out of his pants, but he simply nodded and shifted his focus back on the road. An hour went by, and Artemis managed to finish all five of the Gatorades. Percy tried to look down at Artemis’ stomach, but it was difficult to see with the 24-pack in the way. “Oh, Percy, you naughty boy,” Artemis teased. Percy immediately shot his eyes back on the road. “Wh-what makes you say that?!” he stuttered. “I saw you trying to sneak a peek at my bladder, to see if it was bulging, weren’t you?” Percy was extremely flustered. Then, Artemis suddenly laughed really loud. “I’m just kidding, silly! Here…” she pushed the 24-pack closer to her knees, and took one of Percy’s hands. His eyes widened as she made his hands rub her lower torso, feeling her shredded abs, as well as the bubble of urine that began forming inside her. “Oh…wow…” Percy whispered. Artie giggled, patting his spiky hair. “I bet you’re thinking that I’ll just wet myself after drinking so much already…you wanna see me wet my shorts, my panties, drench myself in a small lake of my own making…well, too bad! A few liters is nothing to me! I barely feel a thing!” “D-didn’t you drink, like, more than 8 liters already?” Percy asked, adjusting his cock after hearing Artemis’ monologue. “Yep! And I’m going to drink even more! I have to finish this pack of water bottles before the end of the first half of our trip, and since it’ll take, like, three days, I can easily just divide it into 8 bottles per day!” “Wow, you’re…quite something, huh?” Percy swooned with amazement. Artie blushed a little. “Thanks, Percy…uh, anyway, let me start with these bottles!” She tore a hole in the pack, and got out one of the bottles. Within seconds, she completely emptied the bottle, tossing them with the empty Gatorade bottles. “You know, it occurred to me…doing this is kind of a trade off. A full pack of water puts a lot of pressure on my bladder (though still nothing I can’t handle, of course), and when you drink it, the pack gets lighter, but at the cost of filling your bladder more! It’s perfect!” Perfectly hellish, Percy thought to himself as Artemis got out another bottle. It had only been a couple hours on the trip, and she had already downed an ungodly amount of fluids. “Hey…hey Percy…” Artemis mischievously asked. “Uh, yeah?” “Wanna know how many milliliters of fluid I drank already?” “Uh…how many?” “OVER 9,000!!!!!” A brief silence permeated inside the car. “Um…I’ll be honest with you, I thought that it was funnier in my head.” “No no, it was funny. I just…uh…” “Oh no, I get it. ‘Over 9,000’ jokes are old at this point.” “S-sorry.” “No need to apologize! Um…you know, there’s this guy on YouTube that makes funny Dragon Ball videos. I think his name is, like, Demon Athena or something. We should check some of his videos out sometime!” “Oh, sure! I think that would be pretty fun!” “Yeah…” Artemis stared at her husband, admiring his dashing features. She managed to drink two more bottles before taking a break, as sucking down 10 liters of fluid within a few hours was quite a lot, even for her. Several hours went by, the both of them tuning out the endless road that they continued driving down. It was a wondrous sight going past Dallas, seeing the numerous skyscrapers amidst the surrounding plains. Pretty soon after passing it, they crossed the state line into Oklahoma, where they found a rest stop and parked there. Percy had finished a couple bottles of Gatorade in the numerous hours of driving that he did, and even though he had a pretty strong bladder from all the drinking he did while in Cross Country and Track, he did not have the super-bladder that his wife seemed to have. “I’m gonna go use the restroom,” he told her somewhat timidly, knowing that she drank several times more than he did. “Um…if you want to go too, you can.” But Artemis simply laughed. “Percy, it’s fine! I know that my bladder is of a different breed, and this challenge is my own choice! Please, I don’t need you to be desperate while we’re driving. And I’m not giving up this early! My bladder can turn into a beach ball from drinking, and I will still not pee for days!” Percy looked at her stomach, and noticed that the bladder bulge was getting quite large already. He nodded in acceptance, and exited the car, but before he closed the door, Artemis called out to him. “By the way, if you can record your, uh, stream, and send it to me, that’d be great! I love seeing you pee, honestly…” Percy’s face turned bright red at that request, but he nodded as he closed the door. He entered the rest stop, and went into the men’s restroom. He went up to the closest urinal, and lowered the front of his pants. He noticed that there were a few drips of a clear bodily fluid stuck to the inside of his underwear. Clearly he couldn’t resist the lewd thoughts that came from Artemis doing this challenge. He tried shaking those thoughts from his mind, and he began to let the contents of his own bladder exit his body. Then, right before the piss started flowing, he remembered that Artemis wanted to see it, and he stopped himself, which kind of hurt. He got out his phone, and pressed record when he went to his video camera. Then, he completely let go, unleashing a powerful stream of light yellow, but fairly clear urine. After about 10 seconds, the stream subsided, and after shaking the remaining droplets of pee stuck to the tip of his dick, he pulled the front of his pants back up. Upon exiting the restroom, as well as the rest stop, Percy immediately went into his car, noticing that Artemis was on her phone. When he got in, she immediately got off of it and turned to him. “Hey hey! Is my cute little hubby feeling better?” she asked. Percy’s face was so red that it could’ve been mistaken for a tomato, and he nodded his head while having his hands covering his face. “Good! That makes me happy. Did you record the, uh…” “Oh! Uh, yeah.” Percy whipped out his phone, and went to the video before handing it to Artemis. Her eyes lit up in awe as the sound of a stream of pee hitting the end of a urinal. “Oh God…I really want to touch my pussy right now…seeing your cock doing this just…ugh…” Percy didn’t really know how to respond to that as she handed his phone back to him. He was flustered a lot around her, and he thought he’d be used to it by now, but clearly that wasn’t the case. “Oh yeah! I made my own video! Here, take a look at this…” Artemis got out her phone again, and after a few swipes and button presses, she showed him the video: “Hey Percy, my wonderful hubby! I just wanted to show that I’m not sneaking off to the restroom while you’re gone, or crossing my legs, or even touching my pussy, even though that’s pretty hard when I’m around you.” She winked when she said that, somehow making Percy’s face even more red than before. The rest of the video just showed her waiting around for Percy to return from the rest stop, massaging her growing bladder. “It’s pretty big already, huh? Don’t worry though, I won’t open the floodgates and drench our car.” Eventually, when Artemis saw him coming back, she said “Okay, I see you! Love you! Bye!” She blew him a kiss, and then the video ended. “See? Video proof that I didn’t do anything I wasn’t supposed to do while you were gone! Aren’t you proud of me?!” she asked, beaming. Percy could barely get a word at first, as he was so flustered at what he just saw that his brain turned into jelly. When he finally regained his ability to think, he shook his head and cleared his throat. “Uh…that was very, uh, good. Good job…” “Thaaaaaanks huuuuuuuuuuby…” Artemis replied, winking when she did so. His hair wasn’t the only spiky thing at that moment. “L-let me s-start the c-car…” he stuttered, attempting to turn the key with his trembling hands. However, he jumped when Artemis placed her hand on his leg. She got close to his ear, and whispered “I want to suck your cock. I really want you to cum right down my throat.” Percy felt his penis pushing against his pants to fulfill Artie’s request, but against the raging hormones inside of him, he shook his head. “Let’s get to a hotel first. I’m not a big fan of road head, truth be told,” he said. Artemis looked somewhat surprised, but then she laughed and placed her hands behind her head, allowing her bulge to protrude further. “Whatever you say, Percy baby…say, how close are we to needing gas? We’ve been on the road for quite some time now?” Percy looked at the fuel gauge, and noticed that the arrow, while not quite close to being empty, was certainly enough to warrant a gas station visit, and so he nodded. “Great! I was getting pretty thirsty anyway!” Artemis shouted. Thirsty?! You’d think you would never have to drink anything ever again!” Percy thought to himself. They drove for about a half-hour, during which Artemis managed to gulp down two more water bottles. Percy observed to see if there were any signs that she needed to pee, given that she hadn’t done so all day, and she already guzzled down so much. However, she wasn’t holding herself, her legs weren’t crossed, hell, she wasn’t even quivering! Was she really that comfortable after sucking down more than three gallons?! Or, is it that she’s just really good at hiding her desperation? Eventually, they found a gas station and Percy filled up his car. Afterwards, the two of them went inside, and got some snacks, and lots of drinks. There was such a wide variety of different fluids to choose from: water, Gatorade, soda, energy drinks, tea, and many more. Artemis decided to take a little bit of all of those, grabbing a liter water bottle, another 900mL Gatorade, a 2 liter bottle of Mountain Dew, three cans of Monster Energy, and two bottles of peach tea. Percy only got one water bottle, feeling quite wimpy in comparison. They went to the cashier, who sported a porn-stache, and he checked out their items. “My my! What a nice belly you’ve got there, miss! When’s the ol’ feller due?” the cashier asked. At first, Percy and Artemis were a bit confused, but then Percy took a look at Artie’s bladder, and it was clear that if it weren’t for the fact that Percy knew that her belly was filled with fluids, he easily would’ve thought that she was pregnant too! “Oh, uh, well…I, uh…” Percy tried to think of something to say. However, Artemis waved him off. “Why thank you, kind sir! As a matter of fact, this baby isn’t due for a good while.” “Ah, I see. Well now, you two take special care now! Have a good day, y’all!” They both thanked the cashier, and exited the station. While driving, Percy pondered something. “What made you decide to just go for the pregnancy story?” “Well, I mean, it is kind of our baby, isn’t it? It’s…our BLADDER BABY!!!” Artemis declared. “Huh…you know, I kind of like that idea…” Percy said. The couple spent two more hours on the road that day, with Artemis managing to completely demolish the water, tea, and the soda. They finally stopped at a hotel, and quickly checked in and went into a room. “So…about giving you a blowie…” Artemis said as they got settled. “Oh yeah…uh, honestly Artie, I’m kind of tired. I had a long day of driving. Give me a quick second, and then we can do that.” "Oh, of course, hubby! Take all the time you need!" Percy laid down on the bed, massaging his temples while Artemis continued to drink. At one point, she asked if she could give him a massage, to which he agreed. He laid on his stomach, and Artemis pulled up his shirt and rubbed his back and his shoulders. Percy could feel how strong she was, and yet it wasn't done in a way that hurt. On the contrary, her massages really soothed him, and rejuvenated his energy. After several minutes of the massage, Artemis went close to his ear. "Are you ready now?" she asked. Percy nodded, giving her a thumbs up, thanking her for the massage. "Great!" she replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek. She pulled off her shirt, exposing her pink bra, as well as her large bladder, and pushed Percy onto the bed. She unbuttoned his pants, and lowered them, taking them off his ankles. Percy pulled his shirt up, his anxiety getting to him as Artemis gently wrapped her fingers around his growing phallus. She kissed and licked the tip of his cock, almost as if she was eating an ice cream cone. Percy winced, his sensitivity overloading as his beautiful wife steadily grew his penis to its full length. “Oh God, I really want this to enter my pussy…” Artemis commented. “Um…that can’t happen though. Not yet. I want to save that for the end of the trip. Okay, are you ready, hubby?” Percy was too flustered to reply, so he instead gave a short nod, to which Artie beamed at. When it first entered her mouth, she was slow, taking extra care to ensure that she got a good rhythm going. Then, she practically devoured it, and Percy made a sharp moan when he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. She thrusted her head back and forth, wrapping her arms around his butt in the process. Percy couldn’t stop himself from moaning, her technique maximizing his pleasure. Finally, his body brought itself to the edge, with Artemis licking the precum. “Artie…baby…I’m seriously gonna cum!” Percy declared. This did not stop Artie’s relentless pursuit of his ejaculation, and in fact quickened her pace. “Oh God, I’m…I’m cumming!” True to his word, Percy let out a burst of semen, which was instantly swallowed up by Artemis. Percy continued cumming, with some of it dripping down Artie’s chin, but most of it being swallowed up. After he was completely done, Artemis released his penis from her mouth, and wiped some of the excess cum from her chin. “That…felt…so…good…” Percy bemoaned. Artemis smiled, and went to get a drink. “I’m glad both of us enjoyed that then…” Percy tried to hold on to consciousness, but his eyes felt so heavy, and he quickly fell asleep. The last thing he remembered before slipping into his dreams was his wonderful wife whispering “Good night, hubby. I love you…”
  5. As you know I closed commissions some time ago and it may stay like that for a while beause there are a couple of comics that I want to finish before I get back to accepting them. However I keep getting mesages on ideas or being asked when I will open them again and I'm starting to feel bad admiting they are closed (and may also accidentally ghosted a few people which is not helping me feel better) so as to not disapoint everyone that is looking forward to new artwork I decided to do this new kind of thread. Basically, I have noticed that my usual method of drawing has become too slow and whenever I allow people to give me ideas they come faster than I can draw them. Because of this I am planning to go for a much less detailed style with which I can (hopefully) not only keep up but keep making progress on those comics I refered to earlier whithout getting bored of doing the same thing for months. Here are some of the things I have drawn so far with this style (this one is a bit long so you may have to open it in a new window to see it) One more thing I should mention is that I'm not going to be looking for requests/commissions that were made while they were closed or people that were asking when they would open because my memory sucks and I can only remember around 3 of them.
  6. Hi Omo Lovers! I am bringing to you yet another character who is absolutely obsessed with holding her pee. This is an on-going commission and one which was specifically designed to bring out the raw obsession with controlling one's bladder. Our heroine is a 23 year old girl named Kriti and her adventures with Rex. (Please note: This story involves some bits of male desperation too.) Also if any of you lovely people are looking for someone to write captivating , complex omo stories for you, please DM me. I will be happy to take commissions :-) _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The First Meet: There are people who are obsessed, then there are people who are super-obsessed. And then there’s Kriti who just can’t get enough of pee holding. I recorded all our adventures in my journal. . . It was one of the initial weeks at my post-grad. As always I really needed to pee by the end of the last lecture – like I was clenching and un-clenching every few minutes to fight the waves. But I liked it this way, relishing the tension in my bladder, a kind of thrill that made the day a bit more interesting. "Hey Rex!" Julia's voice called out from behind me. I turned to see her and Lila hurrying towards me, big grins on their faces. "Hey guys," I greeted, shifting slightly from one foot to the other. I'd drunk at least three bottles of water, two cups of coffee, and a large, iced tea throughout the day. The combination had created a rather urgent situation, but I wasn't quite ready to give in. "We were just about to head out to the movies," Lila said, glancing at me curiously. "You look like you're in a rush." "Uh, no, just... thinking about stuff," I replied, trying to sound casual. "Which one are we going to?" "Kiriti chose that Justice League Snyder Cut.” "Fuck! That’s a 4-hour long movie." Lila looked concerned. “She needs to know not everyone can control their pee like her.” All my senses got electrified immediately, especially down there. “What do you mean?” I tried to supress my excitement. “Just ignore it Rex. Kriti is crazy. She just never pees.” Julia said sighing. “Do you mind waiting here till we will use the washroom. Kriti is not going to go anyways.” Lila pulled Julia and hurried off to the restroom, leaving me standing there, shifting from foot to foot. I checked my watch. How long could they possibly take? Not that I was complaining. A couple of minutes later I found myself shifting my weight from one foot to the other, when I heard a teasing voice from behind me. "Hi! You must be Rex! Hi, I’m Kriti.” I turned to see a bombshell smiling naughtily at me. “Hey Kriti, nice meeting you.” I cheerfully responded. My eyes were watering as I forced myself to not stare at her heaving cleavage, or her chiselled midriff, of her skirt that barely reached her crotch. "Nice to meeeet you Rex.” Kriti’s words stretched as she looked at me with confusion. Well, the vein on my forehead could have popped out. Then she looked down at her boobs, threatening to burst out of her tank top. She bit her lips and again teased me, “You are perhaps the only guy who looked at me in the eye.” Before I could respond, Julia and Lila reappeared, looking much more comfortable. “You wanna go?” Julia asked, pointing towards the restroom door. “Babe, it’s Tuesday. I don’t pee on Tuesdays.” Kriti rolled her eyes. That’s when I ACTUALLY looked at her midriff. She was so petite that her bladder bulge jutted out like a pillow under a sheet. No Toilet Tuesdays: “I don’t pee on Tuesdays...” Kriti’s words kept echoing in my head as we walked to the theatre. My gaze never left her contoured midsection. I didn’t even bother to check the projection of her bust in that toddler sized top. Despite that belt squeezing her bulge into two parts like an hourglass, she didn’t flinch or squirm even once. There were a few moments when I caught her looking at the tent inside my pant. Loved to watch the corner of puffy lips bend into a supressed smile. Inside the theatre, we settled into our seats. Julia and Lila were busy chatting about the latest campus gossip, while I tried to focus on anything but the pressure in my bladder. Kriti, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease, even though I knew she had to be feeling the same urgency. How did she do it? But there were more surprises to come. As we sat down, Kriti turned to us with a mischievous grin. “Anybody want anything to drink?” “I’ll have a soda,” Lila said. “Me too!” Julia chimed in. “Great,” Kriti said, standing up. “What about you Rex?” I stared at her, flabbergasted. Was she serious? "Uh, I’m good," I managed to say, not trusting myself to drink anything more. “C’mon dude!” She playfully nudged me. “You can sneak out if nature calls. I am not going to judge you.” She winked at me and left from her seat. I watched her walk away, her butt cheeks wiggling under that teeny tiny skirt. She came back with a tray balancing five sodas, three small and two giants sized colas. By giant I mean, they were almost the size of my thighs. Then, to my utter astonishment, she downed half of her first cola in one go even before the movie began. “God I was thirsty.” She licked her lips and then immediately continued to chug the rest. As the movie started, I tried to concentrate on the plot, but my mind kept drifting back to Kriti. She sat there, calmly sipping her drinks, her face showing no signs of discomfort. Her toned legs were casually crossed and hands brushing against mine. I gulped down my throat as I struggled with that puny soda. My nails dug into the armrest. My butthole clenched tight as I fought the onslaught of waves. It was getting impossible to sit still. Halfway through the movie, I glanced over at Kriti. Her first cola was long gone, and she was happily sipping her second one, her face serene. “Gal Gadot must have such a strong bladder, just look at her one-piece costume.” Kriti giggled. Seriously, she was thinking about other’s bladders without a care of her own. How on earth was she doing it? Meanwhile, I was practically dancing in my seat, trying to stay composed. By the end of the movie, my bladder was screaming for relief. Kriti stood up slowly. The weight of 2 litre of colas was weighing her down. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead but apart from that – NOTHING. No squirming, no clenching of teeth. Nil, nada! She had to pull her skirt up against her considerably larger bulge. I had tears in my eyes thinking of how her nerves were firing inside her, but she didn’t make a move toward the bathroom. Julia and Lila, on the other hand, practically bolted from their seats the moment the credits rolled, disappearing into the restroom with a sense of urgency that I envied. Kriti and I stood just outside the bathroom, both of us silent as we watched the bustle of people coming and going. I subtly shifted my weight from one foot to other. Kriti stood with her hands on her waist, tapping her foot. “They always have to pee after a movie.” She pouted. The tension between us was palpable. After a few moments, I couldn’t resist continuing the topic. "So, Kriti," I began, trying to sound casual. "Do you really not pee on Tuesdays?" Kriti’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she turned to me. "Oh, I know it sounds absurd but yeah! I call it No-Toilet-Tuesdays." she replied with a grin. "Even the rest of the days are more or less the same. Peeing just feels like such a waste of time, you know?" I couldn’t help but chuckle at her response. "Yeah, I can relate. I haven’t gone since yesterday morning too," I said trying to show my strength. “Yesterday morning,” Her expression changed from surprise to confusion. “I thought you have been holding longer than me.” She chuckled and came closer. What did she mean? She was holding for even longer. A bucket load of blood rushed towards my manhood. “Guess that makes two of us who like to play this game.” I blurted out cluelessly. "Exactly!" Kriti exclaimed, nodding in agreement. "Who needs the bathroom when you’ve got willpower?" As we exited the theatre, we all walked to a nearby restaurant to grab dinner. The cool evening air did little to alleviate the growing urgency in my bladder. As we sat down and ordered, I couldn’t help but marvel at Kriti. She was quieter now, her movements more deliberate, but still no sign of giving in. When our drinks arrived, I stared at my water, debating whether to take a sip. Kriti, on the other hand, took a long drink from her glass, her face a mask of calm. “You okay, Kriti?” Julia asked, noticing her unusual quietness. “Yeah, just a bit tired,” Kriti replied with a smile. I thought I had finally caught her desperate but no! I imagined that her legs would be crossed like a pretzel under the table. But boy was I wrong. In fact, she was relaxed enough that I got an eyeful of upskirt. The rest of the dinner was a mix of laughter and casual conversation, but I couldn’t fully focus on it. Even on our way back the girls kept chattering. I was quiet and my eyes were scanning her for the slightest sign of discomfort. Instead, I saw the button on her skirt was fighting for its life while she kept enacting the characters from the movie like a goofball. I had no idea how she did this, but one thing was for sure, my post-grad is definitely going to be exciting AF. The Button Won’t Come Off: Another mind-bending experience which is still etched in my mind. It was one of those mornings where the alarm felt like a betrayal. I rolled out of bed, determined to stick to my plan: no morning pee and add some extra thrill to my day. It was the first time that I and Kriti were going to have common classes throughout the day, and I wanted to challenge myself to hold with Kriti. By the time I arrived, my bladder was uncomfortably full, like I had to prevent jostling my bladder too much. I spotted Kriti in the hallway before our first class. She was cheerful as ever, chatting animatedly with a few of her friends. She was dressed in tight racer back and jeans which looked more like they were painted on. Her waist already had red marks of the fabric denting into her skin. But what caught my eye, though, was the moderate bulge at her abdomen, a clear sign that she was already well into her usual bladder-holding routine. “Hey, Rex!” she greeted me with a bright smile. “Ready for another fun day?” “Absolutely,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “You seem… prepared as usual.” Kriti laughed, patting her water bottle. “Oh, you know me. Gotta stay hydrated!” Throughout our classes, I watched as Kriti kept sipping water, her bottle gradually emptying. I was curious how she managed it with such ease. Then, partway through the morning, she stood up and announced, “I need to go to the bathroom.” I raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. “Really?” I asked, unable to hide my skepticism. Kriti grinned. “Only to refill my water bottle. Don’t worry, Rex. My bladder’s still holding strong.” Relieved yet impressed, I nodded. “You’re something else, Kriti.” As the morning turned into lunchtime, we grabbed a table with a few friends. Lunch consisted of sandwiches and, of course, more drinks. I opted for a large, iced tea, while Kriti went for a giant smoothie. I could feel my bladder stretching, but I kept my discomfort under wraps, determined to maintain my composure. After lunch, we headed back to class. I was nearing my limit, but I knew I couldn’t let it show, especially not in front of Kriti. As we settled into our seats, Kriti was called up for her presentation. She looked a bit nervous, and I noticed her chugging down a full liter of water just before her turn. She took the floor with confidence, delivering her presentation flawlessly. There was no sign of discomfort or squirming, even as she stood there with a bladder that must have been on the verge of bursting. I couldn’t help but admire her poise. Once classes were over, I was ready to rush back to my dorm and finally relieve myself. But Kriti had other plans. “Hey, Rex, want to study together in the library?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with that familiar challenge. “Sure, why not?” I replied, even though my bladder was practically screaming at me. The library was cold, which didn’t help matters. We found a quiet corner and settled in with our books. Kriti’s movements were slower now, and she kept her legs tightly glued together. Yet, she continued to surprise me. Half an hour into the session she ordered green tea for both of us. What appeared to be an innocent study aid turned out to be a river of tea. She downed the tea, cup after cup, without a hint of desperation on her face. I mirrored her actions, grabbing a tea for myself. “You really don’t make this easy, do you?” I joked, trying to keep my voice steady. Kriti laughed softly. “What’s the fun in easy? Besides, it’s a good way to stay focused.” As the evening wore on, the cold library air made everything worse. Kriti’s determination was inspiring, though. Her legs remained firmly pressed together and her focus razor sharp. By 9 we had our dinner with some more water. She looked a little unsure as we headed back to the library. Upon asking she brushed it off saying, “My jeans is so tight. Its fucking killing me my Bladder.” “I can wait if you want”, pointing to the ladies room. “Oh no Rex! That’s not what I meant. I contain way more than this even when I pee.” She grabbed my arm tightly, blushing and squishing her rack. “What do you mean?” She just smiled to me and shrugged it off Back at the library, we exchanged glances, both of us aware of a silent competition. “Fancy some more tea?” Kriti asked with a grin. I forced a smile and nodded in a yes. The hours ticked by, the cold air making the pressure in my bladder even more unbearable. I went under the table making an excuse of picking up my pen. I sneakily ogled at her bladder, which was so swollen that it was casting a shadow on her crotch. Yet, she made no move towards the bathroom. We sat there, sipping our tea, working on our assignments, and silently challenging each other to hold on just a little longer. By midnight we were both tired and decided to call it a day. “Kriti, you’re amazing, you know that?” I said, packing my bag. She looked up, her eyes twinkling. “You’re not too bad yourself, Rex. It’s all about mind over matter.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, mind over bladder, more like.” I went ahead and tried to open the door to exit but it didn’t budge. My throat went dry as I realized we were locked in. Kriti and I had been so immersed in our studies that we failed to notice when the guards locked the door. “Kriti,” I whispered urgently. “I think we’re locked in.” She looked up at me, her eyes widening. “Are you serious?” She hurriedly came to the door, pulling and pushing with all her might, but in vain. We dialled security, but there was no answer. We tried calling our friends but had no network on our phones either. We were well and truly stuck. “Guess we’re spending the night here,” Kriti said with a resigned shrug. Despite the situation, she seemed remarkably calm. She pulled up her jeans tighter and collapsed on the couch. I could literally she her bulge sloshing under her skin. Meanwhile, I was failing miserably at hiding my growing desperation. I paced back and forth, trying to distract myself from the increasing pressure. Kriti, in contrast, settled onto the couch with a yawn, her legs crossed but still composed. “How can you be so relaxed?” I asked, exasperated. Kriti shrugged, leaning back. “Mind over bladder, remember?” I couldn’t help but laugh despite my discomfort. “You’re something else, Kriti.” Eventually, exhaustion took over, and Kriti fell asleep on the couch, her breathing steady and serene. I, on the other hand, was pacing like a caged animal, unable to sit still for more than a few minutes. I paced around, tried to read and even meditate. But nothing fucking worked. There was a time when I thought about letting it go in a dustbin but my conscience stopped me. Kriti wouldn’t even look at me if I did something so horrific. Somehow, I managed to doze off in a chair, but it was a restless sleep. When I woke up, morning sun was streaming through the library windows. My bladder pushed the pent-up pee to my dick with renewed vigour. My bladder was beyond full, and I was on the brink of losing control. I spotted Kriti still asleep on the couch, looking oddly peaceful despite the tremendous bulge in her abdomen. It had somehow grown even bigger. As I ogled at her washboard flat torso, I realized the projection of her bladder was just as striking as her massive breasts. I shook her shoulder gently. “Kriti, wake up! The library is about to open.” She stirred, blinking sleepily. “Morning already?” she mumbled, stretching. “How are you holding up?” “Not well,” I admitted, pulling at my hair in despair. “We need to get to the dorms, like, NOW.” Kriti glanced at her watch and shook her head. “I have class in ten minutes. I’ll go straight there.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and then squinted in disappointment, as she looked at her bulge, “HOW THE FUCK the button is still intact. I was confident it would come flying off like the other time. . .” She covered her face and grunted. My jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me?” “Never mind Rex! I just have ten minutes to my classes.” She said nonchalantly as she packed her bag. “Kriti, you haven’t peed since yesterday, and you’re just going to go to class?” “Correction, not just yesterday.” She smiled serenely. “Yep. I can handle it. You do you, Rex.” I couldn’t believe her composure. “You’re insane,” I said, half in admiration, half in disbelief. “I prefer determined,” she replied with a wink. With that, she gathered her things and headed off to her class. I watched her go, still in shock at her level of control. As for me, I couldn’t wait any longer. I bolted towards my dorm, each step feeling like it would be my last before bursting. “Good luck, Rex!” she called after me, her voice full of amusement. “Thanks!” I shouted back, sprinting as fast as I could. Finally reaching my dorm, I raced to the bathroom, relief in sight. I couldn’t help but scream at myself for being so weak. Kriti’s calm control was something to aspire to, but for now, I was just happy to have made it through the night, without wetting myself. As I finally relieved myself, I thought maybe, just maybe, next time I’d be able to hold it as well as she did. - - - To Be Continued - - -
  7. My 15th writing that I'm doing very late at night ...I have a very early flight for a short vacation that I don't wanna be tired for, so here I am getting less sleep the night before so I can fall asleep earlier tomorrow night lol. Apologies for the messy grammar that may appear more frequently as the story goes on. In this one, Mali is with Yuta visiting family far from home, and...yeah the title is pretty self explanatory. Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past few years; loves self-induced wettings and wettings caused by Yuta pulling the strings. Yuta [M] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; loves to help in decision-making. _______ Of all days, why did we pick this one? It was an late Spring afternoon in a rented patio with considerable heat. Mali had a family gathering and brought along her boyfriend Yuta to "introduce him" to the family. They were really there to be courteous not try to excuse their way out of her mom's own invitation, since she was well aware they had nothing planned that day anyways. Because this gathering was organized where most family were centralized, it was a far way's away from home. They took the chance to make it a scenic trip by taking the train to and from. The majority of the day was spent in and around an open-air patio with chattering from every corner of the premise. The children played in the grass, the adults passed from conversation to conversation, and the elders mostly sat together in a corner reminiscing and catching up with distant relatives. Mali and Yuta didn't quite fit in well with the crowd. Mali herself wasn't the closest with most there. The two found themselves awkwardly standing around and talking amongst each other, occasionally talking with those she did have connection with. The event wasn't very appealing to them. The food and the trip were about the only things they had going for them. Not to mention, the air was unusually muggy and warm for that time of year. The humidity that day was over 50%, and the temperature soared to 86 °F/30 °C. Even in the shade, people were sweating buckets, and drinking lots to make up for it. Around 6 in the evening the event was slowly dying down, and people were getting ready to go home. Mali and Yuta were still lingering around, waiting on the schedule of one of the only passenger trains that went through a small neighboring town that evening. They had to be driven to the station by Mali's mom too. "While we're waiting on her to finish her talk, I'm gonna run to the bathroom really quick." Mali told him. "Wait." Yuta stopped her. "How bad do you need to go?" She paused, then responded in a quieter tone. "Not really bad but we have 2.5 hours ahead of us until home. And wearing this? I have no protection with me today!" She wore a light colored summer shirt and khaki shorts with a belt. She also carried a small handbag on her side. "If you don't wet yourself, I'll let you take control of me." She glanced at him, then back in the direction of the bathrooms. "I can't even go a little bit before we leave?" Yuta shook his head. "The bet's off then." Mali bit her lip, contemplated, bent her knees thinking of the bathroom, and accepted the conditions, a bead of sweat running down her face. Her mom finished her conversation and showed them to the car, drove to the station and dropped them off with a goodbye. "Oh! Before I go, here, take these with you. I don't know what kind of train this is, whether they serve drinks or not." She leans and sticks two water bottles out the car window. Mali lets out a sigh and smiles, "Thanks, mom." Yuta lets out a subtle laugh under his breath as she drives off. They make their way to the platform, and 10 minutes later of bouncing her legs mostly out of anticipation, Mali sees the passenger cars nearing. It was at 6:30 as scheduled. Walking through the doors, the two are immediately met with a wall of cool air that takes them by surprise, courteous of the A/C that's been blasting in it all day. They look around the car, and to Mali's relief, it's completely empty. In fact, every car was somehow empty. They take a seat near the middle and breathe in ecstasy of the chilled ride they would have home. The two hour train ride had five expected stops, the fifth and last being theirs. Afterward they'll have a 5 minute drive home from the station, where then Mali would complete the challenge and give Yuta a taste of his own medicine! She thought this to herself with confidence. As the train started though, she couldn't help but notice the inverse effect the A/C was having on her. All the sweat that was accumulated during the day was cooling rapidly, and that included her privates. Her half-dampened panties stuck to her, and made her notice just how much she really had to go. She adjusted herself upright in her seat, and began squirming while looking out the window as their speed increased. At 6:50, they still hadn't arrived at the first stop, but Mali was already growing restless. She realized that she dangerously underestimated how full her bladder was in reality. Fuck, I didn't think it was going to be this bad. It was only an hour ago, I felt fine then! Is it the vibrations of the railroad that's the culprit? The fact that I drank all day with only a couple bathroom visits? Damn! At this rate I won't make it off this train dry, and making the bathroom is a whole separate battle. "You all good?" Yuta asked. "No, no I'm not all good." "You need some water?" "Screw you, no!" she said back sharply. "Wow, you're really that desperate already?" "Yes," she put her hands between her legs and rocked, "and I'm going to need you to give me some room to focus later on." "Yes Ma'am." He was fond of her determination. At 7:00, the train approached its first stop. As the brakes applied, the slight force of the long slow-down had an impact on Mali, causing her to squeeze her legs together to control the pressure. At the stop, only one person boarded on a car ahead of them. At 7:20, the second stop came, and Mali had to hold herself harder as they slowed. The presence of the belt on her shorts was felt by her now expanded bladder, and pushing her weight into it while they slowed was as beneficial as it was harmful. She groaned as everything came to a halt, keeping her legs moving. No one got on or off at this station, and the doors closed quicker than last time. "No one got on right?" She said in discomfort. "No." "Good." Swiftly, she undid her belt buckle and freed the front of her stomach, and took it off entirely, putting it in her small bag. "There's no way I could wear that anymore. There's way too much pressure." At 7:39, the train rounded a long bend, and Mali could see the next stop in the distance before the braking. Knowing a leak would almost definitely happen soon, she undid the button of her shorts to give her bladder as much breathing room as possible. As they slowed, she could feel the ebb and flow within it, asking for release with every slosh of urine. At the stop, two people entered the cars directly ahead and behind them, as the other one that got on two stops ago left. Only two stops left. As soon as the train got back to speed, Mali stood up and ushered herself into the isle. She kept her legs closely locked together, pacing up and down the isle. "I really don't know if I can hold much longer..." She breathed heavy. She also began sweating again despite the cool air. The pressure had gotten to the point of being considered intense in her mind. "It's not like you cant go at all." He pointed out alluding to a partially emptied bottle he held onto. She groaned. "This isn't some fantasy where I can aim into something like that under this amount of pressure. Plus...I really wanna toy with you myself!" He blushed, not expecting the assertiveness. "Keep hanging on then." 5 minutes later, Mali felt a wave of desperation collide, and held herself with a significant amount of strength. It lasted only 10 seconds, but she knew they'd be getting worse and longer going forward. Another 5 minutes later, a large one hit her. She leaned forward. "Shit-!" *dribble dribble dribble* She felt a warmth behind her thighs as pee soaked through her panties and formed a small dark spot on her shorts. Yuta sat up, seeing his girlfriend in distress. "Why don't you sit back down so you don't feel it as much? If you can walk, come this way." She made her way over gently and sat with control. The wet spot touched the seat, sending a cold sensation coursing through Mali's body. "Only a half hour left." She thought out loud. Yuta looked over, but said nothing. At 8:00, the last stop on the way arrived. *drip drip drip* Mali felt a small leak as the breaks applied. She kept her voice down under her breath as it happened. No person got off at this stop. All seemed to be stopping at Mali and Yuta's stop or somewhere further down the railroad. However, one person did end up boarding here. Mali at the window seat glanced in horror to see him approach and enter the door of their car. He kept to himself and sat near the back, behind the couple. It was then that she noticed how quiet the interior was. If it wasn't for the A/C and noise of the tracks, it would be silent in there. Mali looked at Yuta and him back at her out of worry. She nodded, and he urged her to be as quiet as possible when the next one would happen. At 8:14, she gestured to him that something was coming. She could tell that her muscles were straining to keep her floodgates from giving out. She felt a wave creeping up on her. When it hit, it lasted almost 20 seconds, but she held on. Only about a minute later, she felt another one coming, and a warm sensation coursing through her urethra. She tensed up- *hhssssssssssssss-* "...ahh-!!" Why isn't is STOPPING?! Yuta noticed and tried his best to contain the sound by putting his hands over the leak. *ssssSSSSS-* STOP!! STOP!! Mali felt the warm liquid as it poured into her shorts, flowing through the bottom and dripping down her calves. *SSsssssssss* *drip drip drip* She felt it drain into her socks and walking shoes as it continued to spread on her seat and through her shorts. When it was over, some dripped from the seat to the floor. The two wore pained expressions, Mali more shocked than ever. Her weakened muscles caused a 7 second leak with 4 of them being full force, all while some man probably just heard all of it. "OH MY GOD" she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. Her hands, underside, ankles, heels, and the backside of her legs. They were all soaked. A light yellow coated the back of her socks. Drops and mini puddles scattered the surrounding floor. Yuta quickly searched her small bag, and found a small bunch of tissues. He started on the floor while Mali was still in shock. He made his way up her legs and then encouraged her to stand up. "One...sssecond." She made out through stressed breath. She slowly lifted herself so she wouldn't be in plain sight from the back. As she lifted, urine dripped from the back of her shorts into a large, coating puddle on her seat. Yuta gulped. He used the remaining tissues to soak up what he could. Afterwards, he left them on a spot of the floor where further damage wouldn't occur. Mali sat back down, the warm sensation that just coated her starting to go cold. While she felt slightly more relieved, the stress of the situation and weakened state of her urethral sphincter kept her on high alert and still desperate. The time finally came. Mali was still squirming, and going through every situation in her head. Would she be caught? Was she already caught? Does the man know what happened? Has the damage spread to the back of the train? Does he notice a scent? It all came to mind when the train approached their station. By 8:30, the stain on her shorts had slightly reached the frontside. She decided, as carefully as possible, it would be ideal to exit the back of the car with her going first, her bag doing its best to cover her. Yuta would follow closely behind to shield her backside. And so she went, waddling forward with wet, unbuttoned shorts as one other person exited another car and the station's bathroom in reachable distance. They got off the train and Yuta went to find the nearest trash can. "Are you really giving up? After that?" "Do I look like I'm in the position to keep going?!" She spotted the restrooms sign. Making her way over to the entrance, she felt a little relief, like a little weight off her shoulders knowing her urges would be gone, but also that she wouldn't get what she wanted - only to find a "closed for maintenance" sign and caution tape across the single genderless bathroom's door. She grimaced. *psssst* "C'mon, let's head home." He said as she rewet the front side of her khakis. "ffFUCK. ghh...FINE." She inched over to the car where Yuta opened the door for her. "Don't worry about the seat." "Yeah, you BETTER not! FLOOR IT." He jumped in and they took off. During the ride every acceleration was felt by Mali. When they pulled out, there was a *dribble*. Every stop sign or light, there was a *leak* followed by a small groan. Every green light there was a *pst* and another indescribable noise. Finally, they pulled into their driveway. Yuta climbed out and hopped over to the other side of the car and opened the door. But she hardly looked like she wanted to get out. She was laying as straight as she could, her legs crossed and hands firmly tucked in her crotch. "I can't move...." She muttered. She had so little energy left from panicking and holding that it was catching up to her, even at a time like this. "It's gonna come out..." Yuta got down on his knees and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and butt. He lifted her to her legs, where she felt a small *leak* spring. He helped walk her side by side towards the staircase in the front but she urged him to head towards the backyard instead. He obliged. As they walked, warmth spread between Mali's legs as the leak persisted. As they reached the grass, she slowed down. "No more...no accident in the house please." She said. She squatted down without a care in the world. *HHHSSSSHHHHHHHH-* Golden rain gushed onto the green like a garden hose. Yuta watched as he was used as a support pole while she fully released herself. It spread all inside her khakis, and even spilled out the unbuttoned opening at the top like a fountain. "I really wanted to have fun with you. I'm sorry I caused such a panic tonight." She vented as her stream came to a steady stop, although her tank was not empty. "I was...actually gonna let you after what happened on the train. I feel really bad." "WHA-? Really?!" *Psssst* "Yeah." "Then why did I just wet myself here and not in the parking lot??" She questioned half angrily. "I just like seeing you push." "Oh, well, thank you. [...] ...One second." *pssshhHHHHHHHT* "I like pushing myself too. But you're definitely paying for that one big leak." _______ Thank you for reading! I am very tired and will now go to sleep. However - I do have some questions for you who made it to the end, if you don't mind leaving them in the comments. 1. Do you like these stories with Mali + Yuta, or do you prefer the ones with just Mali? 2. Do you like the one-sided nature of their omo-challenges, or would you rather see more back-and-forth contest-esque stories in the future? 3. Would anyone be interested if I made a Mali dom Yuta sub story (as implied by the end)? Thank you for reading again, and of course, if you want to see Mali and/or Yuta in a specific situation, leave a suggestion and it may be turned into its own story!
  8. "Project X427" Prologue As the sun began to set over the historic Grand Theatre, whispers of anxiety and uncertainty echoed through its hallowed halls. The once-thriving cultural hub had fallen on hard times, its attendance numbers dwindling in recent seasons as the world around it continued to evolve. In an effort to breathe new life into the venerable institution, the Grand Theatre's board of directors took a bold and unconventional step: they hired infamous director Sarah James to spearhead this year's production. The news of James' arrival at the Grand Theatre sent ripples of excitement and trepidation through the local community. Known for her avant-garde approach to theatre and her penchant for pushing boundaries, James promised a season that would leave audiences breathless and spellbound. And with opening night just around the corner, anticipation was building to feverish heights. "Project X427" Part 1 - Newspaper report before the premiere An article from the "Daily Star" [August 23th], two days prior to the premiere Title: "Urine Trouble: Grand Theatre's Bold New Play Sparks Controversy" As the historic Grand Theatre prepares to open its doors for another season, anticipation is building for the groundbreaking production that infamous director Sarah James has promised to deliver. But not everyone in the community is excited about the upcoming show. According to insiders, the new play – which remains under wraps until opening night – involves a considerable amount of on-stage urination. While some view this as an innovative and daring approach to theatre, others are decrying it as an affront to decency and a step too far in the name of artistic expression. The controversy began when the first reports about the new season hit the streets, with headlines like "Grand Theatre to Shock Audiences with New Production Involving On-Stage Urination!" and "Infamous Director Sarah James Goes Too Far?" Supporters of the production argue that urination is a natural bodily function and that incorporating it into theatre is a way to challenge societal norms and push the boundaries of artistic expression. They also point out that realism and authenticity have long been key components of great theatre. Many people, however, are not convinced. Some have taken to social media to express their outrage, with comments ranging from "Disgusting! I will never set foot in that theatre again" to "This is an affront to decency and common sense." As the debate rages on, one thing is clear: Grand Theatre's bold new production is sure to leave a lasting impact on audience – for better or for worse. Stay tuned for more updates as opening night approaches. "Project X427" Part 2 - Newspaper reports after the premiere A report from the "Observer" [August 27th]: "Sarah James' controversial play "Project X427" : A Bold and Transformative Theatrical Marathon" Subheadline: "The inclusion of real urination on stage in "Project X427" challenges the boundaries of theater, as two courageous actresses portray desperate women during a 90-minute endurance test." Body: Sarah James' latest production at the historic Grand Theater, "Project X427" has left audiences and critics alike spellbound by its bold and transformative exploration of human potential. This daring play, which pushes the boundaries of traditional theater and challenges societal norms, has left a deep impact on those who dare to witness its extraordinary performances. At the heart of this groundbreaking production are two courageous actresses, who endure 90 minutes of desperation on stage before finally being able to relieve themselves in an incredible display of urination. Their dedication and commitment to their craft, as well as their ability to embody desperate women both physically and emotionally, leaves viewers in awe of the depths of human experience. The inclusion of real urination on stage in "Project X427" may be a shocking concept, but it is precisely this audacious display that takes theater to new heights. For those who have the courage to face their discomfort and explore the depths of human endurance, the result is a profound sense of awe and transformation. As we leave the theater, the images and messages from "Project X427" remain etched in our minds – not just as a memory of a daring theatrical spectacle, but as a reminder of the power of human potential and the courage it takes to push boundaries and challenge societal norms. The true beauty of this production lies not only in its shocking displays but in the deeper meaning and thought-provoking themes that resonate long after the final curtain falls. For those who seek a truly transformative theatrical experience, "Project X427" is a must-see – a bold and unforgettable journey into the depths of human endurance and the power of art to challenge and inspire us all. A review by the "The Daily Chronicle" [August 27th]: Headline: "Sarah James' "Project X427": A Shocking and Empowering Masterpiece" Subheadline: "The audacious new play by daring director Sarah James explores themes of equality, empowerment, and the human condition through an unconventional lens." Body: In a bid to revitalize flagging attendance numbers at the historic Grand Theater, artistic director Hank Thompson took a bold gamble by hiring the infamous and enigmatic Sarah James. Known for her groundbreaking productions and fearless storytelling, James' arrival at the theater was met with equal parts excitement and trepidation. The previous season had seen disappointing attendance numbers, and the hire of the controversial director and her extra controversial play were seen as a last-ditch effort to draw crowds back to the historic venue. The result: "Project X427", a production that has left both audiences and critics reeling with its unapologetic exploration of provocative themes and seemingly impossible feats. The play, which stars an ensemble cast of talented actors and actresses, centers around a group of four business people in an inconvenient situation, starred by compelling actors. As a result of their work on "Project X427", a novel soft drink, their bladders are filled to the brim. Their performances have left viewers speechless and contemplating the deeper meaning behind their provocative scenes. The production's climax features a series of shocking and seemingly impossible feats – including a sequence in which the actresses reportedly push themselves to their physical limits by urinating in unprecedented quantities. And, Sarah James as well as the actresses confirm that their urination is real and not staged. James has long been known for her unflinching approach to storytelling, tackling controversial topics with finesse and grace. With "Project X427" she delves deeper than ever before into themes of equality, empowerment, and the complexities of the human condition. The play is a clever commentary on societal expectations and the power of self-expression. Through its unconventional exploration of these weighty issues, "Project X427" has sparked intense debate among audiences and critics alike. Some view it as a brave and groundbreaking work that challenges the status quo, while others find it offensive and unnecessary. Regardless of one's perspective, there is no denying the power of James' vision and the impact this production will have on the world of theater. As the curtains close on another spellbinding performance at the Grand Theater, some may wonder if so much urination is truly necessary in a work of art. But one thing remains certain: Sarah James continues to captivate audiences with her bold and unforgettable storytelling – and the physical limits of her performers are no exception. The true nature of "Project X427" will remain a mystery, leaving viewers with more questions than answers – and that is precisely the point. A review in the "The Frontier Gazette" [August 27th] Title: "A Splash of the Unexpected: Sarah James' Latest Production Leaves Critics Baffled and Audience Soaked" In a world where theatre productions often blur the lines between art and absurdity, infamous director Sarah James continues to push boundaries with her latest offering, "Project X427". Set aboard an ill-fated train ride, four business people – Lucy, Maria, and two gentlemen – find themselves in an uncomfortable predicament: their bladders full and the train's toilets out of order. As the hours tick by and the tension mounts, James wastes no time in exploiting this predicament on stage. The audience is left witnessing a veritable flood during various scenes, as the confines of the train cabin become increasingly unbearable for all involved. Even the most insensitive among us can't help but be taken aback by the audacity of the performances unfolding before our very eyes. However, it's not just the volume of liquid that leaves one drenched; it's the unexpected twists and turns in this unconventional tale. James masterfully weaves a narrative exploring themes of gender inequality and societal norms within the context of this unusual predicament. The result is an intriguing commentary on human nature that leaves us pondering long after the final drop. Critics are divided on the merits of "Train of Thought." Some argue that James' unflinching approach to realism adds depth and authenticity, while others see it as a crass attempt to shock for the sake of shocking. One thing is certain: Sarah James continues to deliver what her fans have come to expect – the unexpected. Despite the polarizing reactions, there's no denying that "Train of Thought" is a production that leaves you feeling both invigorated and drenched – in more ways than one. Whether you choose to embrace the splash hits or run for cover, it's impossible to deny that this latest offering from Sarah James is a true testament to her innovative spirit and boundless creativity. But be warned, dear reader: this production may not be for the faint of heart or those with a weak bladder. Prepare yourself for a night of unforgettable theatre that will leave you pondering the limits of art and nature's call. "Project X427" Part 3 - Interviews Interview with Actress Amelia Davis in "The Weekly" [September 14th] In a world where theatre productions aim for originality and innovation, Sarah James' latest creation, "Project X427" has left audiences spellbound. At the heart of this groundbreaking production is a mesmerizing performance by Amelia Davis, who breathes life into a character that defies expectations and pushes the boundaries of traditional storytelling – all while enduring a very full bladder and withholding from relieving herself, as her co-star Samantha Park faces the same challenge. In this interview, we delve deeper into Amelia's experiences preparing for her extraordinary role. Interviewer (I): Welcome to our exclusive interview with actress Amelia Davis! Your work in theatre has left many intrigued by your unique approach to acting and character development. Can you discuss what initially drew you to the craft of theatre? Amelia (A): I've always been captivated by the power of storytelling to transport audiences to new worlds, provoke thought, and create emotional connections. Theatre offers a unique opportunity to be a part of that process, both as an artist and as a collaborator with other talented individuals. I: Your role in "Project X427" has been described as groundbreaking and physically demanding. What drew you to the character of Lucy and her unique challenges? A: Sarah James' reputation for delivering unconventional productions that challenge societal norms was a significant draw for me. The special physical challenges of this role, including enduring a very full bladder while constantly watching others relieving themselves, were also fascinating for me as an actress. It was a unique opportunity to explore the complexities of a character who defies expectations in unexpected ways and delve deeper into themes of societal norms and personal transformation. I: The production has gained notoriety for its daring elements, most notably your impressive urination performance on stage after hours of holding it in. How do you cope with the reactions from audiences when it comes to this controversial aspect? A: I believe that art should challenge us and inspire thought, even if it's uncomfortable or difficult at times. While some viewers may find certain elements shocking or controversial, others appreciate the depth and complexity of the story being told. Ultimately, my goal is to create a lasting impact on audiences and leave them with something to ponder long after the performance is over. I: "Project X427" explores themes of societal norms and personal transformation. How do you relate these themes to your character and the production as a whole? A: Lucy's journey in "Project X427" serves as a powerful reminder that we should embrace our individuality and push beyond societal expectations. Her experiences challenge us to question what is considered 'normal' and inspire us to be true to ourselves, no matter how unconventional or unexpected the path may be – much like the physical demands of the role itself. Interview with Sarah James in the "Courier" [September 8th]: Interviewer (I): Good evening, Sarah James. I'm thrilled to have the opportunity to speak with you about your latest production, "Project X427" The concept is quite unique, and the audience is certainly in for a surprise. Could you tell us a bit more about the inspiration behind your creative setup? Sarah James (S): Absolutely. "Project X427" was born out of the desire to explore the theme of gender inequality in subtle yet unexpected ways. The idea came to me during a long train ride when I observed how differently men and women handle situations where they need to relieve themselves urgently. I wanted to create a situation that would challenge those norms and provide an opportunity for both genders to experience frustration and relief together. I: It's quite intriguing how you've used the element of urination to convey this message. Why is so much urination necessary in your production? S: Urination, as a physical necessity, is something that everyone can relate to. By incorporating it into the play, we create an immersive experience that resonates with the audience on a visceral level. It's not just about the relief of urinating but also about the desperation leading up to that moment. In this production, the situation forces the characters to confront their own needs and the societal expectations surrounding them. I: Some might argue that the large quantities of urine released on stage are unnecessary or even shocking. How do you respond to such criticisms? S: I believe that using the element of surprise and shock can be a powerful storytelling tool when used effectively. By pushing boundaries and challenging societal norms, we as artists can spark conversations and provoke thought. In "Project X427" the large quantities of urine serve to emphasize the intensity of the characters' physical and emotional states. It's important to remember that our intentions are not to offend but to challenge perceptions and encourage dialogue around topics that may be considered taboo or uncomfortable. I: Could you speak a bit more about the added value of having the actors and actresses perform real urination on stage? S: Absolutely. By choosing to incorporate real urination, we create a heightened sense of authenticity and immersion for the audience. It's one thing to imagine the desperation and relief experienced by the characters; it's another to witness it firsthand. Furthermore, having the actresses take control of their bodies and their situations in a powerful, self-confident way adds an element of empowerment and strength to their performances that is both captivating and inspiring. I: Sarah, you've touched on the importance of authenticity and immersion in your production. Could you discuss how the real and intense desperation experienced by the actresses contributes to this experience? S: Absolutely. While real urination is not an uncommon occurrence in modern theater, having actresses experience real desperation before relief in such a visceral way is something new and powerful. By allowing the audience to witness the characters' intense frustration and their struggle to find a solution to their problem, we create a deeper emotional connection. This sense of urgency and anticipation keeps the audience on the edge of their seats, making them feel as if they are truly experiencing the characters' journey. I: Sarah, you've mentioned the intense desperation and relief experienced by your characters. Could you expand on how this emotional connection translates to the audience? S: Absolutely. By creating a situation where both the audience and the characters are experiencing a shared sense of frustration and anticipation, we build an emotional bond between them. The audience becomes invested in the characters' well-being and is rooting for their relief. When the actresses finally urinate, the audience experiences a collective sense of satisfaction and relief. The large quantities of urine released emphasizes this moment of release and catharsis, creating an even stronger emotional response. Portraying the intense desperation experienced by the actresses serves to emphasize the physical and emotional challenges they face, making their relief all the more satisfying and impactful. By confronting taboo subjects and challenging societal norms, we as artists can spark conversations and inspire change. I: It seems that your production not only challenges societal norms but also taps into our primal instincts and emotions. Could you discuss how the element of surprise plays a role in achieving this? S: Absolutely. Surprise is a powerful tool for engaging an audience and keeping them invested in the story. In "Project X427" the initial shock of witnessing urination on stage sets the tone for the rest of the production. It captures the audience's attention and keeps them guessing, wondering what other unexpected elements may be introduced. By continually pushing boundaries and challenging expectations, we keep the audience engaged and emotionally invested in the story. I: You also mentioned that incorporating real urination adds an element of authenticity and immersion for the audience. Could you elaborate on how this heightened sense of reality contributes to the overall impact of the production? S: By choosing to incorporate real urination, we create a more visceral experience for the audience. The physical reality of the situation draws the audience in and makes them feel as if they are truly experiencing the characters' journey. This heightened sense of immersion allows the audience to connect with the story on a deeper level, making the themes of gender inequality and the importance of self-confidence and empowerment all the more impactful.
  9. This is my first story in English and on this side! Normally I only write on Wattpad and in German so please be nice and enjoy! ___________________________________ Chapter 1 Hannah is on vacation with her family. She didn't want to go because she turned 18 half a year ago and wanted to stay at home to chill with her friends. But her parents insisted that she have to come with them and her younger brother. Her little brother was the other reason why she didn't want to come. He's a pain in the ass and whenever he gets on her nerves, she's in the end the one who gets punished for nothing. The same situation occurred yet again. They're on the highway for quite a bit and Hannah drank a lot because of the enormous heat of the summer sun. She noticed her bladder already an hour ago but it wasn't that bad at the moment. But now she regretted her decision as she noticed that her bladder had already started to bulge. It was always easy to see if her bladder filled up, because of her slim body. It still wasn't that bad but she could feel her desperation grow more and more. After another half an hour she had to cross her legs tightly as her desperation raised. Her brother saw her desperate state as well and shouted “I think Hannah needs to pee!”. Hannah was annoyed but a little bit relieved that she didn't have to ask for herself. Her mother immediately turned around, nodded and told Hannah's dad to navigate to the nearest rest stop. Hannah's bladder was already the size of a Tennis Ball and more than visible to everyone, especially her little brother who started to poke Hannah's already screaming bladder. Hannah flinched immediately and almost leaked. The pain in her bladder was enormous. She had to press her thighs as hard as possible together and even needed a hand to hold the flood back. Hannah was angry at her brother and pushed him away. Instantly her brother started to cry and yelled that she hurt him and that she's mean. At this moment her father turned into a rest stop and parked the car at the nearest toilet. Hannah was about to sprint out of the car and get to the saving toilet but her mother stopped her. “Why are you always so mean to your brother?” She asked her angrily. "B-but…He pushed on my bladder and-” she wasn't able to end her sentence. Her mother interrupted her and said that, as a punishment, she's not allowed to use the restroom until everyone else used it and took their time to stretch a little bit. Hannah was in complete shock. What kind of cruel punishment is that? And how is she supposed to hold it that long? She was already getting dangerously near to her limits. Hannah's eyes teared up as she nervously undone her seatbelt which was pressing on her big bulging bladder. But as she was unlocking it, her mother called out to her that the seat belt is going to stay on as long as everyone is using the toilet and that she has to stay in the car until everyone returns. Hannah was in absolute pain, her mind went crazy and all she could think about was her need to relieve this hot pee inside of her body. She pressed both hands between her legs and pushed with all her strength against her throbbing pee hole. Her bladder felt heavy and was rock hard. She really struggled to not let any leak escape her. Everyone who was passing her parents car could see her bladder, the pain in her face and the nonchalant hands between her legs, while she was restless rocking back and forth in her seat. It really felt like an eternity had passed when her family finally got back to the car. Without a second left to waist, she unlocked her seatbelt and got out of the car but only to be held back again by her mom. Hannah was crying at this point and bagged her parents to finally let her pee. She didn't care anymore about everyone else. She just wanted to pee so bad because she knew that she could hold it another 10 minutes! But her mother was strict and would never let her go without fulfilling the punishment. Hannah felt everyone staring at her bladder which popped out so much out of her leggings that it looked like she was pregnant. And to make this situation even worse she felt her muscles slowly giving in to that enormous pressure. But even if only a few hot drops managed to escape her bladder, the warmth feeling in her pants makes it even worse to hold it. Because of her mother still grabbing her arm, Hannah wasn't able to use both hands to hold the next few drops back. She cried in pain and desperation and that she hates her mother. Even trying to get away from her mother made everything worse and more drops started to escape her tired bladder. Until Hannah reached the point of no return. Her mother pulled her closer to make her shut up but because of that sudden movement, Hannah's bladder had finally had enough and all of her hot pee, she was holding for so long gushed with full force out of her and with a clear hissing sound into her leggings and down her legs. You could hear every drop splashing on the ground. Not even Hannah's crying and sobbing was loud enough to overtone the sound. You could slowly see her abdomen getting flatter again as her bladder getting more and more empty. Finally when the last drop find it's way out of her body Hannah suddenly collapsed and fell on her knees in her own puddle. Everyone who was watching the scene were sad for her and angry against her mother. Some kids were laughing and Hannah? Hannah was relieved but extremely embarrassed at the same time. As soon as she realized that everyone was still staring, she finally managed to free herself and sprint to the restroom. When she finally entered the stall it was obviously already too late. Nothing more was left in her bladder. Hannah was drenched in her own warm pee that slowly got cold between her still shaking legs. The strong scent of pee fills the bathroom stall and a few tears roll over her red burning cheeks. She wipes them away and examines the damage. Hannah slowly pushed down her leggings and pants as she noticed something odd. She was extremely wet between her legs and not only because of the accident!
  10. Woman absolutely bursting does challenges View File Incredibly desperate woman drinks and holds. She does several challenges before she cannot hold any longer. I have a couple more, let me know if you are interested in seeing!!! Submitter Gogglepee Submitted 02/09/2024 Category Female  
  11. Hi guys. I have finally decided to open omorashi story commissions. I would love to write for you all but also support myself in some financial crunch. I can pen a story about: female pee desperation and male pee desperation. What I don't do: Messing, Scat, Furries My prices are as follows: Base price - $20 for 2500 +/- 200 words. There after - $10 for every 1000 +/- 200 words . Please DM me if you're interested.
  12. I'm still in dehydrated rank so please get me out, I can't update TT. With that out of the way. I rarely come across medieval style adventures with details on the travels between places. With the sheer distance between places. We can have many more content, including omorashi. This will be story of a group of girls helping MC trying to find his way back home in this fantasy world. Oppose to "Idea of omorashi with magic" I will put a lot of lore in this story. Feel free to ask about anything, I do have a lot of lore in my head. There will be Bonusses at the end to ensure you have an omorashi content to read regardless of it being relate to that chapter or not. Prelude: hailstorm incident a story about an astronaut in far future when the earth has long since gone and humans splits to find their new home. White(our mc) look up to see the station orbit above ice planet which he and his team have to explore. the expedition didn't go as planned as the hailstorm approaching in. White get lost in the ice and snow surging over the landing site. He struggle his way to the ship and finally he made it to the ship in time... to see its trail of exhaust leaving as it ascends into the sky. there is no other way to get off this planet. White wander around in the mist of storm trying to find shelter for his deteriorating suit and body. then he arrives at a cave. slowly making his way in and sat down. despite remember sleep in cold place is fatal, Nothing he can do to prevent his limb from falling asleep one by one. finally his body can't keep the head upright and fell. a sound of stones scraping against each other is the last thing he perceive before it all went blank White wake up in an ice cave, no idea if it's the same one. The storm has surely gone. He make his way outside. Outside, the air is not as thin and the sun was in its glory, a yellow supergiant. Not a near dead blue star he remembered. He was clearly not at the same cave. The air Is very breathable, in fact it is more breathable than Heliox in his suit which consists of helium over 70% and oxygen. He wander around snowy land until he found a town. "How is there a town on a dead planet?" He has surely been transported to somewhere else White wanders in to investigate. Walking through a facade of stonewall and occasional wood doors in taiga/tundra environment. Chapter 1: a glimpse of candle light White sees a girl in a robe hugging her knees by a stonewall. The robe look thin and surely can't keep her warm in this environment. The sight confuse him very much but stand there and think will lower her chance of surviving. So he act first, think later. He approaches her while keeping a friendly body language since she could speak an entirely different language. She look up at him with lifeless eyes. White doesn't know exact reason why but it obviously have something to do with her not being in a house in this weather. He grab her and walk around the not so lively town. Knocking on every doors he could find but no sign to let them in. The girl stutter a lot while walking. She was pulling back but with such little force he think is her weight. Finally she stop walking. White look back at the girl and see deep yellow concentrated urine leaking down onto her socks and shoes. Great, not only is she cold. She also have severe dehydration and malnourished. Looking at how concentrated her urine is she surely has been holding it in for very very long time for her dehydrated kidneys to produce urine a little by little for her bladder to become full enough to start leaking. The urine in the bladder is also a reserve of heat so she's actively losing heat. White speed up the finding process. The girl still have much urine in0side her. Finally there's an inn that let them in. White still have no idea how this people talk since the girl he drag around for the past 10 minute didn't make any noise. The old lady behind the counter conveniently start speaking first in English with Russian accent. "A silver for a room" a two digits base currency. (10,000 copper = 100 silver = 1 gold etc) "I have no money on me, can I offer goods instead?" White was surprised how the old talk in English. but sure, how convenient. "See, I'm a traveling merchant and I got lost in a snow storm. I'm sure I have something valuable on me." He sees suspicions in the lady eyes so he speaks to clear things up. Lady:"Well, let's see, what do you have?" "What do you want? I do have a lot of things" Lady:"I want the summer to comes" "I surely have no control over weather, but I do have lot of things to help you keep warm. How about fire starter?" Guessing there's no lighter yet. Lady:"I'm delighted to hear that, tell me more." "Glad to hear you say that. This is magnesium rod. You scrape it and make sparks" white demonstrates. Lady:"I'm happy to offer you a week. No, a month for that!" She look very happy to have the rod "Sure, you are such a kindhearted person" Lady:"belive me, I'm not. Just having to go to the church every morning is very tiring" With that White assume she have to get fire from the church every morning. Seeing that he wonder if he can negotiate further, but chose to leave a good impression on her in case they would have to stay here for a while. White was going to ask about everything but the girl pull on his shirt. Her face look like a mess, bending her body and pressing on her lap. To give a good impression she hold it in and not interrupt but she can't endure anymore. Upon seeing her in tears, white stopped. "So where's the bathroom? My sister has been holding her pee for a while" the girl immediately hide her face. White wonders what's the big deal, but sure. Lady:"Under the stairs" the lady laughed The girl immediately struggle her way to the bathroom. Lady:"here's room 2's key" "Thanks" white nodded The girl entered the bathroom. White went to check up on her. Upon hearing his footsteps she calm her stream down into a flow that he barely hear. Holding the rest in. After like 3 minutes she finished and come out. She thanked him. White take her to their room, unlock the door and come in. It isn't bad at all, a big bed and various furniture. White ask the girl name. "Clara" she said. In a more calm atmosphere of the room. White ask Clara to take off her stained robe. She obviously surprised and embarrassed but understand why. White see her wearing socks so he assume she have something beneath her robe. She is looking very uncomfortable with him watching but still do it. When white saw her uncomfortable he look away. Clara finished taking off her robe. White ask if she has anything underneath and she said yes. The worst thing that can be is Clara is only wearing her underwear so he looks. Clara is on a white dress with deep yellow stains on the back from who knows how many times she forced to do nothing but relive herself on it. She can't just squat down and pee in the snow so this is the result of her sitting there for so long. White tell her she needs to wash everything and go bath. She go out the room exactly to do that. After an hour Clara came back. Her hand covering her breast and crotch. White can't just offer her his spacesuit so he tells her to cover herself in blanket until her clothes dry and find her second set of outfits. Pyrophobia The sun set and the night falls. White closed the curtain bring his lighter up. Clara watched with curiosity. Butane running out the tip and spark ignite it into flame. As soon as the fire start. Clara freaked out. She screams at the top of her lungs, shove herself in the corner of the room and crying non stop. White also freak out. Then the lady came up to them, Busts the door open, holding a rolling pin and screams in thick Russian accent. "I knew I can't trust you! You kidnapper! I knew a merchant wouldn't come this far north!" With now two people screaming at him. White is left to wonder what the hell should he do with his life. After a while things eventually calm down. With prolonged exposure, her pyrophobia tend to calm down and the lady ran out of curse world. Then white start to say the explanation he had come up with in the past 10 minutes. "You need to understand, our house caught on fire and both our parents died in that incident. That's why we become traveling merchant. It's simply because we have no home! My sister haven't fully recovered since so she's very afraid of fire, we're sorry if we causes trouble" With that explanation the old lady left White and Clara alone. White spends the next 30 minutes trying to calm Clara down. He asks if she is down for sharing but she wasn't. So he just sit there beside her. Finally she calm enough to not crying over the candle. After that White fell asleep for a really long time. Bonus: night time panic! White had fed Clara a meal and a lot of water in compensation for her malnutrition and savere dehydration. What White wasn't accounted for is that there's only one key to unlock the door(the door can only be open when the key is in) and White keep it in his tool box on his suit. Clara's kidneys starts filtering buildup waste they previously can't expel due to lack of water. She try to fall asleep but the candle make her uncomfortable. The sheer amount of waste in her blood and sufficient supply of water make her kidney look like a pump of urine filling up the bladder. 2 hours after she had water in a while her bladder is already at like 50%. She trying to fall asleep knowing she can't hold it if she keep being awake. But the fire, its orange tinted glows. It terrifies her. After just 30 minutes her bladder got to around 95%. That's all the buildup waste gone. She feels the urge to pee very bad with that amount of pee in her bladder. She just continues trying to sleep while occasionally pat on her bladder. After an hour her bladder is close to full. All she can do is blush and keep it in. At midnight, the bell rang. Her bladder is full, 100%, that's how much she hold normally. Clara becomes restless. Wonder what she should do. She consider waking white up. But telling someone oneself need to pee is not common at all in this region. Plus she's the reason why he's dead asleep right now. She figures she had hold more than this just this afternoon when they trying to get a room. There she surely have her bladder above 140% full. So she hold At 1 am, 108% full. She occasionally switches her position to reduce the pressure on her bladder. At 2 am, 115% full. She feel very bad urge to relieve her bladder. She have to tense her pelvic muscles to keep it in At 3 am, 121% full. Clara have so much pee her bladder bulge out for volume. At 4 am, 129% full. Clara have to actively blocking her urethra to stop her pee from coming out. At 5 am, 137% full. Her mind values urination over most other things. She endure urge to let it out in the corner of the room or in the vase or on the bed even balcony. At 6 am, 142% full. what considered to be a normal time to wake someone up. She try to wake White up. Call him, tap him, shake him violently as her urge exponentially rises. But white is dead asleep. She will apologize later but she need to pee right now. She search for key on White but unable to find. At 7 am, 149%. Her body is reaching its limit. Her bladder wall stretched to very end of its ability, her urethra bloated with amount of urine the bladder trying to keep in the ureter can barely push any more into to bladder. Every motion make her feels like her bladder would explode. Her body and mind is like a bowling ball balancing on a tip of a needle. At 7:10 am, 151%-> 150%. it's over. This is the most amount of urine her entire urinary track can physically fit in the system. It's now a ball of solid tungsten balancing on the tip of a needle. Everytime more urine get produced it just seep through the gap between her finger and urethra. 7:56 am. White flip his body. Clara's brain give one of the biggest shot of adrenaline in 10 year to be use to dart straight to White. Her sphincter locks itself. She shake him nonstop with tear brims on her eyes. White wake up to a sight. Clara crying like a mess again, whining about bathroom. A puddle in front of the door. Then back at Clara, she wears nothing(well since yesterday's evening) both her hand on his shoulder. Red face, nipples and puffy pink crotch. The neurons firing must have been firing like crazy. And the most crazy stuff. Her bladder bulge out into a recognizable shape. Inside Clara's body her sphincter locks with any strength it have her bladder stretch as far as it can, Her urethra swell with pee, Her ureter keep the pee inside itself with hope of relief before it blows up. White quickly tell her to put on her now should be dry dress before going outside the room while he find the key. As soon as she finishes wearing her dress the door unlocked, Clara bolt out to the bathroom. With that look of pure desperation anyone on the queue just give her the way. With now just one person inside. Her ureter bloated. It can no longer support the volume of her urine. It start contracting, shoving the pee into her bladder. She feel like she have been hit in the bladder by a hammer. Then the person inside comes out. Her bladder start squeezing. She crawl in, have the person behind close the door for her and lift her dress up. She try to keep a steady stream and keep the noise down. But as soon as her butt touched the porcelain seat she can barely keep her voice from sighing. Noted that this isn't canon this is simply an exaggerated version of what could happen, in the actual story she either just wet herself or eventually wake up white in time. Up to you to decide. End
  13. i keep starting to write posts and then deleting them after getting nervous so this is me trying to actually type through an entire experience and posting it 😤 anyway yesterday was cinco de mayo - i literally do not care about this holiday, but my mom went out and bought me an entire new bottle of tequila so i could have margaritas !! and i didn't get to drink any yesterday 😞 and since i'm totally just vibing tonight and i don't have to get up for work super early tomorrow that i would do a little drinking (and holding) as a fun way to start my week lol. right now, i just drank a ton of pepsi over the last couple hours. i am debating whether i want to hold what i have or release and start from scratch...honestly i may just hold this first, piss somewhere, and then "start" the fun. i'm already like maybe a 5/10? so i'll just chill with this for now. reaching about a 7-8/10 right now, about 40 minutes has passed. i changed into a very lightwash pair of light denim pants that are reasonably tight around the tummy while standing, and squeeze perfectly when i'm sitting. i'm definitely actively thinking about holding my piss in, i might leak soon!! i'm really excited to wet but also want to push my bladder a bit more hehe. even just lightly pressing on my bladder sends my urge skyrocketing lol, i'm really squirming and squeezing my legs together. i have no panties on right now, so there's nothing to catch any leaks except my pants. another 10 minutes has passed, i finished my soda. my lower tummy is pretty swollen right now, and i can just feel the incessant need to let go. i'm sitting at a solid 8.5/10, if not a 9. i feel REALLY full, and my muscles are threatening to let a leak out. i tightened my belt just to convince myself that i won't have an accident 🙂 once i started leaking, i knew i was toast. i was standing there for a 7 minute timer, challenging myself to hold it all in til the end! i leaked and squeezed and shivered and then leaked again even more. the pee stains began growing at my crotch. i kept spurting and trying to hold it all in - now i'm standing on a pile of clothes and towels and in front of a full length mirror just so i can watch the damage continue. i struggle to "wait" to use the bathroom, but it was all pointless. it just got to the point my muscles gave in and piss gushed out of me, my pants becoming completely soaked, piss running down my legs and making the fabric i stood on a little mushy. it felt so fucking amazing. i was holding in SO much, i think at least 500 ml. even after i thought i was empty, naked now and on my knees just breathing heavily - i still was spurting and pissed out several more tiny puddles while becoming very, very horny. I sat back down in my chair and came so hard. sighhhh that was really good. i had to clean up VERY quick to do chores and eat dinner. but now i'm nearly done with the big ass margarita i poured myself - with 2 times the tequila in it, so i'm optimistic that soon i'll probably be begging for the potty again !! i poured some blue raspberry lemonade with the second half of the drink just to disguise the tequila taste a bit more lol (i bought cheaper tequila than usual, it's not as good !!). I have it in a big ass cup that holds probably 750ml without ice, so i'm guessing 500ml since i used about 2 cups of liquid for the first drink. with the added lemonade it's definitely gonna be more like 750ml. i'm still obsessed with measuring my intake versus my output just because i think it's so interesting...i need new measuring containers tho 😞 ok i finished my whole drink!! over the course of maybe 30 mins? I just changed into a pair of lightwash shorts, no undies again hehe. no belt because i don't wanna be uncomfy. oof my urge just jumped from a 4 to a 5, maybe 6. i feel a little squirmy, but i can still hold just fine it seems! i'm alternating between standing up and sitting down. my urge is really persistent, but not very strong? i'm maybe up to a 6/10 now i think! i've been sipping on a bit of water too, so i have a feeling my desperation is going to get worse still! god i'm definitely at a 7/10 now. i'm feeling really full and my bladder feels heavy in my lap. not sure how or when i'm gonna lose control yet lol i better decide soon! now i'm just bursting wow. easily a 9 when my desperation wave is at its worst. but i'm holding, i'm doing my best!!! and to think 5 minutes ago i was complaining the alcohol wasn't doing what i wanted lol WHEW ok that wave subsided a bit, thank god. i am definitely feeling my bladder totally filling up right now. i just have to hold it a little longer... the waves of desperation are pretty intense, but just holding outside of those isn't so bad. i was pretty drymouthed so i just took a big swig on water. but just sitting here now (was standing and bouncing for a bit lol) i feel sorta ok? this usually means i'm about to get REALLY desperate in a little bit. oh shit i just sneezed LOL. well i guess that can be a tiny leak for now. i keep getting interrupted lmfao. i'm so annoyed but if i get interrupted 1 more time i'm giving up because it's too much effort to hide from people when i'm desperate. ok so i am kind of just powering through my desperation?? i'm holding way longer than i thought i would! i am still getting pangs of desperation that are a little difficult but i've even had at least another 250ml of water on what i already drank. i'm really just surprised at myself right now lol. (writing this the day after now lol) i didn't get to the level of desperation I really wanted, but I definitely had a good time! i just wish i had been able to be uninterrupted. in terms of mess, i absolutely soaked the shorts i was wearing. it was amazing. the fabric absorbed a TON too which was really fun to see. sorry for not taking pictures, i'm just not super comfy with it. but i had dark wet stains all down my front and quite a bit that spurted out the back. i just soaked a pile of towels and clothing and surprisingly, it didn't really get on my floor? i've been out of my usual floor protection (puppy pads) for awhile so i've had to be careful wetting in my room lol. but basically i cleaned up, put on my pajamas and immediately went to bed since it was so late lol. woke up this morning at 4:30am with a huge urge and had to kick out of my bed and scurry to the bathroom. I pissed a TON and then went back to bed, woke up at 6:20am and urgently had to piss again - basically a full bladder again too. my bladder definitely feels a bit weaker today so i'm gonna probably end up doing another hold tonight or tomorrow. but yeah, kind of an uneventful end sadly. i want to have a more exciting hold sometime soon 💔 i think the issue was i literally did not drink enough alcohol to really become drunk (i'm not a lightweight at all lol). so the next time i'll make sure to pre-game early and get at least 2 big drinks in! discussion point though: have you ever done an alcoholic drinking/holding game? i would very much like to hear so i can try some out!! i cleaned myself up and went to bed!
  14. I was so close to 2Liters. Holding this much is just torture guys and gurls. When I stand up, I just feel my bladder is coming out of my body. With the help of with a oversized sounding rod, I was able to hold till I'm about to burst. First time learning about this site from my friend. I want to talk to someone with same interest. 🥹reply and hmu plz...
  15. Hii Sorry for my bad english but is not my mother language Im young female who want a hard toilet rules for a few days Im welcome to all
  16. Alright, so little background, I was on a bus with no internet or data and was in the mood to write but didn't have my notes for my other fics so I just decided to create a story with little editing or revisions. This story has been a small fantasy for almost 6 years but kinda filed it away until I remembered it recently. So I decided, screw it, and just wrote this. Very self-indulgent and not very realistic, but I thought some of ya'll would get a kick out of it, so here it is! If it gets some traction, I might move it up my backlog list and write a new entry sooner! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Casey stirred from an expected car nap, his head resting on the frame of the passenger's side window of his mother's sedan. With all the packing and excitement his parents were showing with Casey's move to college, he hardly got any sleep the previous night, along with the early departure for the long drive to his university. Luckily he wasn't driving, his mother was, and he's surprised he was able to fall asleep with her constant yapping about her stories at college and how she met dad… yadda yadda yadda. His nap wasn't rude or antisocial; his mom just liked to hear herself talk. Along with all the excitement, Casey spent the last night in anxiety. He wasn't the most self-assured person, especially in social situations, so he wondered how well he really would do in college. He could join a club or something but he'd be much more comfortable sticking to himself. There was another source of anxiety, however. When Casey applied, he was given a dorm much like the rest of his freshman colleagues, however, some administrator goofed up his application, and put him down as the wrong gender. He knew Casey was a fairly gender neutral name, to be fair, but this was ridiculous. He was spending thousands of dollars a semester in tuition and they couldn't get his sex right? The error was corrected a little too late; Casey was registered into a dorm building designated for females. The school was at max capacity in terms of student housing, so Casey could not be reaccomodated. As a show of good faith, the school allocated the singles room with his own private bathroom, the only other restroom being a public one split between the seven other ladies in the building. Yeah, the building was old, but it wasn't very thoughtfully planned out. Casey felt he should have been excited to have his own single with his own bathroom, knowing the college horror stories of terrible roommates and disgusting shared bathrooms. But among Casey's insecurities was one about women. He never felt comfortable around them, thinking they were constantly judging him, and naturally never had a girlfriend or even had his first kiss. Now he was surrounded by seven of them. Sheesh. The rest of the six hour trip from home was followed by another nap, before arriving at his college. It was a rather prestigious, large university with a large campus surrounded by a college town, and Casey was whisked away to an obscure corner of the campus where his dorm was, which luckily was close to a bus stop to get around campus. Casey started unpacking but was quickly met by one of his dorm-mates, a skinny girl with blonde hair and some glasses in a cute square frame. She wore a tank too and some short-shorts, which was relevant for the weather which was still warm from the summer. She excitedly introduced herself to Casey. "Hi!" Casey was caught off guard by a girl randomly approaching him, he can't recall that ever happening. "Uh, hi." Casey answered. Jeez, he could at least try to be a bit more sociable, he was going to be living with this girl, among others, for the next 9 months. The girl picked up on his awkwardness. "You don't have to be so reserved around us." She responded with a trustworthy smile. "I know it's not very traditional to have a building with a guy amongst a bunch of girls, but the lot of us weren't panning on using it as a source of tension. Despite the gender difference, we can still hang out and be friends as roommates!" Casey eased up on his defensiveness, the girl feeling very genuine in her response. "Heh, thanks. That makes me feel better, I didn't want to be treated as a creep or anything from something I couldn't control." "Oh, of course! We don't mind at all, as long as you respect our privacy and all that, but I don't think that'll be a problem since you got the best space in the house, your own bathroom and all…" she said with a bit of envy in her tone. "Oh, is there a problem with that?" Casey queried, picking up on her tone. The girl sighed. "Yeah, the seven of us sharing one toilet and shower has been quite the drag. So you're lucky you don't have to share it with us." Casey felt relieved he wouldn't have to take part in that. "Oh wow, is it really that bad?" "Yeah it is!" She started to blush. "This might be TMI, but I've almost been reduced to having to go in a bottle or a trash bin because it's occupied. That's how bad it is!" Oh damn. Now Casey felt really lucky he wouldn't have to take part in that fiasco. But he also felt kind of bad. He was only one guy using a whole bathroom, he felt like a bit of a hog. "I mean, I obviously won't be using it that much, if you ask I'll let you use it, i-if that's makes it any better." Casey blurted out, before almost immediately regretting that statement. Don't be a creep, inviting girls into your room to use your bathroom where you could listen, what are you doing?!? "You know, I might have to take you up on that offer. It gets pretty bad sometimes! I promise I'll try to stay out of your way as much as I can!" Casey breathed a sigh of relief, luckily this girl is bubbly and outgoing enough to not be offended or creeped out, it seems. "Yeah, don't worry, there's no harm in asking. I didn't catch your name, the name's Casey, by the way." "Oh! Right! My name is Jenna, let me add me to our group text, too! The group has been talking a lot about you, Casey." Jeez, does his existence as the opposite gender warrant so much attention? After sharing information Jenna returned back inside and Casey went back to unpacking, pleasantly surprised about how well the conversation went. Casey set up his room and by the time he was finished, he was exhausted from lugging his stuff up a flight of stairs to his room. While unpacking he met two other girls, one an short asian girl with black hair and red dyed tips. She gave Casey a polite wave before heading out the door, appearing to be in a hurry. The other being Sandra, his roommate next door who introduced herself after hearing the noise from Casey moving in. She was a chubby dirty-blonde haired girl that seemed a bit more reserved. Casey did acknowledge, unintentionally, her large breasts. He tried not to be creepy, but her low-cut t-shirt made it hard not to notice. It was also difficult not to be aware of her pressing need to pee. Sandra's pressing of her thighs in her leggings and slight dips and bobs as she shuffled her feet back and forth made it clear she had an urgent need to piss. After exchanging introductions she quickly excused herself to the restroom, which was right across from Casey's room. Although unfortunately for her, it appeared to be occupied. She sighed and waited for the occupant to finish powdering their nose, whoever they were. As mentioned, Casey was beat after a long day, and couldn't even bring himself to prepare the ramen noodles he brought with him, and slipped into his stiff but adequate bed, calling it a night. The next morning he was awoken by a light knock. Knock knock… "Just a few more minutes…" Casey murmured, thinking it was his mom trying to wake him up. Knock knock knock… Casey buried his head in his pillow, trying to shut out the noise. BANG BANG BANG!! The banging startled Casey awake, suddenly remembering he wasn't in his home. He shot out of bed, thinking something was wrong. A fire in the building?? He opened the door, only then realizing he removed his shorts the previous night, going to bed in his t-shirt and some rather form fitting briefs. At the door was Jenna, in nothing but a pair of skimpy panties and a bra, doubled over and hopping from foot to foot. Casey didn't think he's seen anyone so desperate for a piss in his life. "Jenna?! Is everything ok? What's with the banging?!" Casey made an attempt to cover himself, Jenna's perky cleavage presenting itself straight to Casey as she hunched over. Casey covered his lower bits partly out of shame but also to stifle an erection that was inevitable given the situation. "H-hey Casey! S-sorry to wake you up… I know it's sudden, b-but I really need to call in that favor now!" Jenna gripped her crotch intensely, squirming fiercely, fidgeting her large behind up I. The air behind her, with puppy dog eyes begging for the use of Casey's commode. "O-of course! Go right ahead!" Casey said awkwardly. Jenna didn't need a second invitation. She dashed past Casey, still hands in crotch, and sped into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door. A second followed before a tremendous stream could be heard, followed by an equally loud moan of relief. Casey was taken aghast, a half naked girl was pissing a waterfall practically next to him as he waited outside the door, tempted to take a peek out of sheer curiosity but he wouldn't dare. Even so, to call Jenna free-spirited was an understatement. After a few minutes the stream slowed to a trickle, then nothing, followed by a well needed sigh of relief, then a flush. Casey fiddled with the items in his desk, in an attempt to seem unaware or uninterested, like he wasn't listening. Jenna reappeared, looking much more relaxed. "Phew, thanks for that, Case. I guess that's what I get for downing a bunch of drinks before bed!" Casey tried to play it cool. Tried. "Oh, uh, you're welcome, it sounded like you really needed to go." "I guess you heard that huh? Yeah, it was bad, not sure if you could tell but my bladder was bulging like crazy! I don't recall ever needing to go that bad before. It felt really good too…" "W-well, if you ever need to go again, I don't mind." Whoa Casey! You're getting ahead of yourself, what are you doing?! "You know what, I think I will…~" Jenna said. Was that a bit of flirtation in her voice? "Thanks again Case, I'll see you around!" Jenna exited his room, as free as a bird. Casey was feeling hot in the face? What just happened? He felt barely awake enough to process what happened. He followed Jenna to close the door to his dorm, and looked out across the landing to see another girl waiting outside the bathroom, with dark skin and braided black hair and green eyes shining like emeralds, crossing her legs, looking right back at him, having witnessed the whole series of events. Casey turned beet red, and slammed the door out of shame and awkwardness. He slumped to the ground, trying to process what the hell just happened, his mind racing. He took a deep breath and decided to take a shower and clear his head. He glanced at the clock and saw it hadn't even been past 10am. Casey hadn't even been in his dorm for 24 hours and he'd already seen three desperate girls in his dorm, one of which was literally pissing a pressure hose just a few feet from where he stood. What has he gotten himself into? End of Part 1
  17. {Hello! I feel like it's finally time to share my stories on here. Just hoping the reception is nice. 🤞} {But before we dive in, some disclaimers: 1) The protagonist in all these fics is the farmer, who is referred to by the second person ("you"). This was done mainly to avoid needing to gender the farmer as much as possible. You can insert yourself in this fic, or you can insert an OC. It is also because of this that certain descriptions may be left very vague. For example, I never specify if the farmer character sits or stands to pee. That's for your imagination to decide. 2) For the sake of having an easier time coming up with excuses as to why this farmer character can't just use any bathroom, I gave this farmer paruresis. I do NOT suffer from paruresis myself, so I apologize if anything I ever write about it feels ingenuine or unrealistic. If you have experience with it and wish to leave some feedback, I will welcome it. 3) My native language is not English, so I apologize if anything is written kind of weird. I also accept feedback on this. 4) Up to this date, all fics I have saved up are from before the 1.6 update of the game. If I can come up with ways to include 1.6 elements into these stories, then I will. In such cases, I will add a 1.6 Spoiler Warning at the top of the chapter. I will NOT spoiler warn for any of the content introduced in the 1.5 update, since it has been available on all platforms for some time now. 5) Lastly, all intellectual rights go to ConcernedApe. And though this may be obvious, I will say it just in case: DO NOT post these fics to other sites! This is for the enjoyment of omo lovers only!} 6 AM. You woke up and heard a bit of commotion outside. You heard something heavy being dropped onto the ground outside your house and the steps of sturdy boots. You blinked the sleepiness away, remembering why these noises were sounding out so early in the morning. Just the day before you had asked Robin to upgrade your house. ‘She's here already?’, you thought, ‘this early?’ You creaked open the door of your house, feeling a bit shy to fully come out, since you were still in your pajamas. Robin was in fact here, more than ready to put her expertise to work once more. “Hey there!” She greeted you once she saw you. “How’s it going?” “Hello,” you waved at her, still hiding halfway behind the door. “It's– good to see you again.” Robin stretched and placed her hands on her hips, taking a long look at your cabin. “Mmm… so much to do, I don't even know where to start!” She laughed, and you giggled a bit too. “You said you could give me a kitchen, didn't you?” “That's right, a kitchen is very much needed here, unless you’re okay with eating at Gus’ for the rest of your life.” “I wouldn't complain,” you grinned shyly, “his food is great. But, uhm, I’d also like to have a way to cook on my own.” “I getcha,” she said, walking around the house to get a better idea of how it was designed. When she walked close to the back, she spoke again. “Oh, I can also connect that outhouse to your home, so you’ll have an indoor bathroom. I’d say that’s also very convenient.” Oh yeah, the outhouse. A tiny, little wooden thing right behind your home, where it couldn't be seen unless one actively tried looking for it. You remember how awkward you felt on your first days in Stardew Valley, needing to head into such a narrow structure, rather than comfortably enter your home so you could take a piss. In fact, it had been hard not just to undo the mental habit of always heading inside your home to pee, but it had also been hard to get used to the outhouse at all. For about as long as you could remember, you’ve had quite the shy bladder. If something about a bathroom of any sort made you uncomfortable, be it the presence of people or the way you felt so exposed trying to use the toilet, then you had a difficult time relaxing so you could go. Over time, of course, you got used to the outhouse. Not like you had much of a choice there anyway, it was either the outhouse or pissing outside – an even bigger no-no. So, to hear you could have a proper bathroom in the privacy of your own home sounded magnificent. Without thinking, you nodded. “Oh, that’d be great, Robin!” “Alright!” She voiced exuberantly. “Time to work then!” “W-Would you like some breakfast first, though? I foraged lots of stuff the past few days, I can–” She grinned at you, “don't worry, I already ate. I’ve also brought my own lunch for later.” “Ah, okay, great! Let me, uhm, change clothes first though?” “Of course! I’ll be breaking down the outhouse’s walls to fuse it with your house in the meantime.” You nodded and thanked her for giving you that bit of privacy so you could get into your attire, a shirt, overalls and farm boots. You stepped out of your house and watched Robin remove the walls of the outhouse, leaving the ‘toilet’ in plain sight. It was more like a large chunk of wood with the typical plastic toilet seat attached to it, but still. And when you saw it, you realized something: you hadn't peed today. And when you realized that, you started to feel a need to go. ‘Oh… so foolish…’ You called yourself in your head. With the outhouse's walls down, you DEFINITELY could not use it now, but… what about your morning pee, then? You supposed you could hold it for a bit longer, but you suspected the bathroom wouldn't be finished in time for you to… ‘make it’. Anxiety started bubbling up in your chest. So far, in all the time you’ve been in Stardew Valley, you had managed to never utilize anyone else’s toilet, just your own, and you were honestly kind of hoping the day you asked to use someone’s toilet would never come, but alas. Maybe this will be the first day you do such a feat and you certainly were NOT looking forward to it. You shook your head, though, as you realized that thinking too deeply about this was not going to help your need. If you distract yourself with other chores in the meantime, then you’ll be able to hang on for longer. So you got to your chores, choosing first to water all your crops. Thank goodness it was still early and your urge was still barely an issue, because the sound and sight of water didn’t affect you all that much. After that, you checked on your chickens and collected their eggs. And then, you decided to clear up the space in your farm some more, breaking stones, cutting down wood and removing weeds. You collected seeds from trees and made field snacks out of them for a quick breakfast while you sat on a log. You still didn’t have a good enough axe to break the logs down, but you were lacking resources to have enough iron bars to have your axe upgraded. Maybe you could go mine for a bit? On the way to the mines you did feel occasional twinges from your bladder, but nothing too bad. You kept telling yourself that you’d forget about it once you were underground focusing on collecting resources and killing monsters. And for a while you were correct, these things did take your mind out of your need for about two hours before your bladder demanded you acknowledge the real issue here. You looked at all the stuff you collected and you estimated you had enough resources to craft what you wanted, so you headed back to the farm, sometimes stopping on the way to press your legs together as waves of desperation hit your lower organ. Once home, you began to smelt the iron ore into bars. You checked back on Robin to see how she was doing while you waited for the iron bars to be finished. She had built three new walls around the toilet and you actually felt glad seeing just how much more spacious your future bathroom was gonna be. But it still looked like she had a long way to go… “Uhm… excuse me, Robin?” You walked towards her, your posture looking kind of tense, but nothing that would actually show what your preoccupation was. “Wh-when will you be done?” Robin laughed. “I’m far from done, silly! Remember, a whole house is gonna take me around three days to complete.” “N-No, I meant… when will the bathroom be done?” “Oh!” She looked at the progress she’d made thus far. “It should be finished by the end of the day. Maybe when the sun starts to set?” Your blood ran cold at that moment. You could not wait that long! Your urge was already getting a bit too uncomfortable and insistent! “Why? Do you need to use it?” Aaand now your blood was at a normal temperature again. And it was pooling in your cheeks. Oh goodness… “N-No, just asking…” “You know, it will take me longer to make the kitchen than to make this bathroom,” Robin explained casually. “Thanks to the outhouse, you already have a plumbing system, which saves me a lot of work. But with a kitchen, I’ll need to build everything from zero! But don’t worry, I’m a fast worker either way. I assure you you’ll love the result!” You kept looking at her and at the toilet with uncertainty. Your middle flared whenever your eyes landed on the thing that would have granted you your morning relief, if only you had remembered to use it before letting Robin break the outhouse down… you decided it was enough looking when your pee-hole nearly let go of a bit of your burden. ‘Careful now…’ you thought. ‘Gotta hold it…’ Oooh, but could you hold it? It was almost noon and you were still holding every ounce of pee made after you last went the night before. You hadn't drunk anything today and you did feel mighty thirsty, but you feared even a few sips of water would slam against your full bladder in a matter of seconds, despite your actual knowledge of biology telling you otherwise. ‘Keep distracting yourself… you won't notice any of this if you get distracted.’ So you went back to check on your iron bars. Still not done. Time to wait, then. You went from only having the occasional jolt and shiver, from needing a casual pressing of the legs, to experiencing actual throbs and to requiring manual squeezes of the crotch to keep your body under control. You danced in place as you collected the finished iron bars, feeling your heart rate go up at the thought of actually going to Clint’s to get your axe upgraded. Did you even want it upgraded at this point, though? The only thing that was on your mind was pissing! But if you keep ruminating about that, you’ll never make it to sunset! You had to do literally anything else and hope you could conceal your distress to anyone you talked to. THANK goodness that fixing the boiler room in the Community Center had unlocked a very useful feature in this Valley: the minecarts. Just a few weeks ago, you would’ve needed to WALK all the way from home to Clint’s, something you were pretty sure would be too much for you today. At least with the minecarts you would not need to make much physical effort and you’d get there faster. But even the walk from the farm to the minecarts at the bus stop proved to be challenging. In fact, that was when your first leak bloomed forward, forcing you to bounce on your heels for a few seconds while clenching your pelvic floor with all your might to make it stop. Oooh, it had ALMOST felt good… but enough of that, you had an objective to reach! The minecarts got you to where you desired and you stilled, getting yourself as calm and as collected as you could to avoid raising suspicions. You requested Clint to upgrade your axe and he didn't seem to notice anything strange going on with you. You were glad. And the moment you were out of his shop you were not glad anymore, because your midsection cried with need again. You checked your watch and it was 1:00 PM, a normally good time to eat lunch. You honestly weren't hungry, you were desperate above all other body sensations, but… oh Yoba… you might have to use the restroom at the Saloon if you want to have any chance of just not losing control of yourself. You could feel yourself sweating from the effort of holding back the tide as you walked. You finally got to the entrance of the Saloon and looked around for a bit, wanting to make sure nobody was in the vicinity to watch you, and you clenched your whole body in a way that was visible and clear. Your knees bent, your hands balled into fists, you tapped the floor with your foot impatiently as a surge of need traversed your body from head to toe. It was… taking a while for this wave of desperation to pass. But when you sneaked a hand in between your legs and squeezed, the flare slowly died out. Hoo boy… Now that you felt just a fraction better, you entered the place. Gus immediately looked up from the counter and greeted you very pleased. “What can I get for you today? I got the usual dishes and today’s special is Tom Kha Soup!” ‘Oh no, DEFINITELY not the soup’ you thought miserably. Your face instead smiled, perhaps a bit nervously. You were doing your hardest not to be obvious about what you ACTUALLY wanted. “Uhm, I-I’d prefer just spaghetti today. Thanks, Gus…” “Spaghetti it will be, then!” He announced, immediately turning around to get your plate ready. You did walk closer to the counter, but hesitated to take a seat. You thought of yourself as pathetic for needing to gather up the courage to ask such a friendly man where the bathroom was, but if you DID manage to ask, then already being on your feet would earn you a precious few seconds to get to relief faster. The spaghetti had been made beforehand, so all Gus had to do was serve some of it on a plate and put it on the counter for you to eat. “Take a seat, enjoy.” He said with a smile, being none the wiser about your predicament. You slid a bit to the side so you wouldn't be THAT close to him as he kept working and sat, like he told you to, shamefully feeling the urge to grind the bar stool for a few seconds just to have something press against your sphincter. You compromised with pressing your whole body onto the seat with no grinding, but still, you visibly quivered. “My, are you okay?” You heard Gus say. “You look sweaty… have you been overworking yourself on that farm?” Overworking yourself… sure, that’s one way to put it. “Here, let me get you a drink,” Gus said, going to fetch you a glass of water. You panicked a little. “Uh–! Gus, i-it’s fine, I’m–” But you couldn’t finish what you wanted to say before the glass had already been slid to your place. “There, you’ll feel better if you replenish fluids.” You hated thinking about this, but… you hadn’t had a sip of any liquid all day and your throat did honestly feel super sore. You’d done a lot of activities today and your body was begging you not just to let go of the fluids that sat heavily on your bladder, but it also wanted something fresh to rehydrate your systems. You couldn’t help it, you downed the water. ‘Okay, now I WILL have to ask Gus for the restroom,’ you concluded, starting to feel a lot better in your throat, but already a bit worse in your bladder. Just KNOWING you had drunk something when you were already full with piss made your organ pulse pleadingly, longing the emptying it had been unfairly denied since morning. Still, asking kept terrifying you, so you kept postponing it. ‘I can still hold it… I’ll ask when I’m done eating,’ you thought, pressing your thighs so close together that they could’ve fused. At least the Saloon was pretty deserted and Gus was on the other side of the counter, you could squirm and even grab yourself as much as you wanted. You finished eating and were half-way in the process of standing up when you decided it was about time to ask Gus the question your bladder NEEDED you to ask. “H-Hey, Gus?” You began, your heart pounding. “Uhm, do you have, er... a-a customer bathroom?” Oh gosh, what were you asking? Of COURSE he did, he had people coming to his Saloon to drink every day! Gus smiled and pointed in the direction of the restroom. “By your right, head upwards and you’ll find a door by your left." “Th-Thank you so much,” you said, releasing a big breath as you took careful steps, still not wanting to show your desperation. You did it, you asked someone in Stardew Valley if you could use their toilet! Hopefully this won’t have to be a common occurrence, but at least this is one fear conquered. You squirmed more when you were out of view from Gus’ vision field and soon enough, you were in front of the door that promised relief. The door was already a bit open, but you didn’t push it to head in right away. A paper was taped on it. “Hello, dear customer and neighbor. Due to some technical problems with the door, I ask that you do NOT shut it close or else it will get stuck! I should have this problem fixed in the near future, but I still apologize for the difficulties. Gus.” Oh. Oh no. If there was one thing your shy bladder demanded pretty much every time you used any bathroom, including the one at places you’ve lived in previously, was that the door always HAD to be closed. Unless you were completely alone in the whole building, you couldn’t pee if the door was even SLIGHTLY open, the anxiety bug in your brain would tell you that anyone could just push the door and immediately catch you using the toilet, rendering you unable to go. Oh, shoot, but still… with how badly you needed to go, you could try anyway, right? You headed into the bathroom and slid the door to be almost closed, never fully shutting it. The sight of the toilet was sending your bladder into a frenzy, so surely… surely this would work, right? If you conquered your anxiety of even asking for the restroom, then maybe your luck today would also have it so that you can pee with a slightly open door. You freed yourself of your clothes and tried using the toilet. Your senses could certainly detect that everything was set in order for you to take a very needed and satisfying piss, your bladder was even more so certain that it was ABOUT TIME you let go of this burden… But you couldn’t forget about the damn door. You knew the chances of someone barging into the bathroom with you in it were low, but… if the door wasn’t closed, then how could you feel safe using the bowl below you? Your holding muscles, though tired, refused to relax. ‘Please, please, come on…’ You pleaded with your body, trying to locate the remaining points of tension in your lower area so you could force them to ease, but it was no use. You were there for around five minutes before concluding that staying any longer was simply going to be a waste of time. You NEEDED a bathroom that closed, there was no other way around it. With a still full, brimming bladder, you exited the facilities and left the Saloon, trying to do so quickly so Gus wouldn’t catch on to the fact that you were still holding your pee. Could it be possible that Robin was done now?! She said around sunset time, but ahh… she also said she worked fast! Maybe she outdid herself this time and had the bathroom fully ready to use? Please, oh please, let that be the case! You couldn’t stand this pressure for much longer! With strained steps, you made it back to your farm, finding Robin STILL working on the bathroom expansion. Your stomach dropped. It must’ve also fallen directly on top of your bladder if the contractions of pure urgency were any indication. She didn’t even see you, she was so focused on her work… which was probably a good thing, because there was NO way you could be discreet about your need now. Ever since you left the Saloon, you had three leaks escape you, one of those being… significant. And your hands were currently the only thing that could physically keep the pee from flowing out in one big tsunami. Also, you couldn’t be sure, but you sure felt like that water you drank had already settled itself in your cramped piss tank. It had to, you just… you felt absolutely and unequivocally overflowing. You bit back whimpers as you walked past your house, your mind racing. What now?! Your bathroom wasn’t done yet, you didn’t think you could dare ask any other villager to use theirs, you simply did not have the confidence or security to piss in the open… Only one option remained in your head, but oh, that was the WORST option by far, one you dreaded and feared. You began to fear that you will actually wet yourself today. It was almost paradoxical, but throughout all your years alive, you had unfortunately learned that, sometimes, if your body got to levels of fullness that went beyond any tolerable limit, it would empty involuntarily, even if it had refused to urinate before if something about the environment or circumstances had not been right, like an open door or just about anything that could make you feel overly exposed. It was so stupid. You considered it to be one of your body’s worst flaws, but it was a thing. And today’s recipe combined all the worst circumstances imaginable for you. Without thinking much, you headed up into the backwoods northwest of your farm. You had never seen anyone walk through these parts, so at least it provided some sense of privacy just in case you… You couldn’t hold the whimpers back anymore. You wanted to beat yourself up for even considering wetting as the only way out of this unfathomable, mind-breaking desperation, but really, what OTHER way out was there? Each second that passed was like evidence that all you had left to do was delay the inevitable, all so you could at LEAST have the peace of mind that you fought till the end. Your eyes swelled up with tears and your hands slowly filled with tiny dribbles. You wanted to let go. You wanted to let go. But if you let go, you would have no one but yourself to blame for the mess that followed… Scratch that, you WERE to blame. You were the one that forgot to piss in the morning. You were the one that was too shy to pee with a slightly open door. You were the one that was too anxious to ask anyone else for their restroom. This was your fault. The pressure, the non-stop throbbing, the progressive weakening of your holding muscles, it was all because of you. You still fought it, though. You weren’t shameless enough to wet yourself just because you felt like it. Every drop and trickle that soaked your clothes came out against your will, and so would the inevitable torrent that was sure to happen anytime now. In about ten more minutes, your body decided that enough was enough. Your sphincter fully gave up and your hands filled up in an instant with hot, uncontainable pee, cascading down your trembling legs and splattering loudly onto the dirt. Your mouth hung open in dismay as you gushed and gushed, the pain in your middle easing as this natural process finally happened. Your body could’ve sung with pleasure and bliss, but your mind… your mind hated that it had come to this point. Your mind hated that you sighed out of pure instinct, like a part of you was GLAD that you no longer had to hold anything back. Tears kept falling from your eyes, but this time they were tears of pure, unadulterated shame. You kept getting more embarrassed as time passed and your stream stayed strong. You just stood there on the spot, feeling how the fabric around your legs became sodden and warm, how your pent up ocean reached INTO your boots, how a puddle spread wide around you… And all you could do was wait for it to be over. It took a bit over a minute for your bladder to fully drain. Your breathing got heavy as you processed everything that just went on. You could feel this intense urge to cry building up in your chest, so you sat by a spot in the dirt that hadn’t gotten wet and… you would’ve pulled your knees up to bury your face in them, but the cloth on your knees was drenched in pee, so your head just hung low as the sobs started erupting from you. And gosh, you wanted to keep denying it, but… it felt GREAT not to be bursting anymore. Even with your heart feeling heavy, you could still tell your body felt much better after that. At least… at least it was all over, right? Your liquid intake today had been limited, so you hopefully wouldn’t need to pee again for hours to come. Maybe next time you have to go again, you’ll be able to actually use the toilet. Maybe. You were just trying to find SOME silver lining to all this. Once you were finished feeling sorry for yourself, you stood up and started heading back to the farm. Robin was probably still laser-focused on her work, so she may not notice you heading into your home for a change of clothes. Your eyes stared at the ground the whole time, which is why you failed to notice Robin was actually sitting by the stairs to your house, munching on the lunch you forgot she said she brought early in the day. Your head looked up only when you heard her snort. She covered her mouth with a hand while looking at your pants. "Whoa, long day, huh?" Screw it, back to the backwoods. “H-Hey, wait a moment!” You had no idea why you were being so useless at everything today. You didn’t want to run too far, so you literally hid behind a bush. It was a mediocre hiding spot! Robin took little time in finding you and NOW you couldn’t escape. “Hey, are you okay?” She asked, all amusement gone. You couldn’t look her in the eye. Your accident was so obvious. You were a grownup, for Yoba’s sake! What grownup would take poor decision after poor decision to the point of wetting?! You badly wanted to think of Stardew Valley as a new chapter in your life, a place where you could reinvent yourself and escape that old life you used to lead, but here you were, living the consequences of a lifelong problem. “Listen,” Robin spoke softly after waiting a good while for you to say anything. “I don’t judge. I’m sorry for laughing, I won't do that again. I will not tell anyone about this either, I just… I guess I want to make sure you’re okay.” You sighed heavily. You had already cried all your tears, so you simply spoke back with a dry tone. “I’m not.” Robin leaned back a bit, her eyebrows knitted in genuine concern. “Is there anything I can do to help?” You thought it over. You didn’t think there was anything LEFT to do, your mess was done, so you shrugged. Robin, of course, wasn’t very happy with how inconclusive of a response that was. “Can I ask… why? I told you the plumbing was there and everything. The toilet was functional. You could’ve asked me to stop for a bit so you could go.” You tensed up and you hugged yourself. So now, on top of everything, will you have to explain to Robin the ins and outs of your paruresis? A problem you typically kept to yourself? “I… wasn’t sure how to ask,” you said. “And, uhm, I-I prefer having pr…privacy when I go. The bathroom still didn’t look done, so I…” You trailed off, thinking that maybe what little you shared was enough for Robin to connect the dots. Thankfully, it was enough. The woman cooed in pity. “I would’ve given you lots of space if you wanted privacy! Really, we all need to pee sometimes. It’s not something to be ashamed of.” Your lips formed into a straight line. You knew she was right, but you couldn't help but be ashamed. She definitely didn’t understand the full extent of your problem, but she still didn’t sound judgmental, she sounded like she just wished she could’ve done something to prevent this, to save you from your accident. You looked to the side, fidgeting with your hands a little. This reaction was turning out to be better than you expected, but you were still massively uncomfortable that any of this was happening. “May I… go to my house now? I’d like to, uhm, get into clean clothes.” “Oh! Right, of course!” Robin said, already marching back to the farm. She took her lunchbox from the stairs so you could go up into your home. “And tell you what, lunchtime is over! I’ll go back to work and finish your bathroom as fast as I can!” “Huh? I– I mean… I’ll appreciate having it done soon, but… you shouldn’t starve just because I…” “Nonsense, I’ll be fine! I can always finish this later anyway,” she said, leaving the lunchbox back with her things and picking up her tools, when… “Oh, wait– Your, uh, cabin and the bathroom are already connected, they just… lack a door to separate them. I’ll leave you to change your clothes in peace!” And finally, after hours of distress, the corner of your mouth curled up into a real smile. The sudden change in Robin’s disposition from ‘time to work!’ to ‘oh, hold on, can’t work if I want the farmer to have privacy’ were a bit amusing to you. But above all else, you felt much lighter knowing that Robin was so willing to have your comfort be the top priority. “Please eat,” you requested. “It’s not like I’ll be done in a flash.” Robin chuckled too, dropping her tools and grabbing her lunch again. “Alright, alright. I hope you ate already.” “Yeah, at the Saloon… B-By the way, did you know the door to the bathroom at the Saloon is broken? It… sounds like something you would be able to fix.” “Ah, yes!” Robin perked up. “It started having that problem exactly yesterday. Heh, I actually got stuck there just as Demetrius and I were about to leave for the night! I told him I couldn’t get out, so he went to get Gus, and Gus managed to force the door open with a knife. I told him I could try to make a quick run back to my house and get some tools to fix it, but Gus insisted that I just head home since it was so late already. And well, I have YOUR house to upgrade now, so Gus will just have to keep that door open or have people use his personal bathroom.” For a moment you thought you could feel a headache coming. So, in a way, it was because of YOU that the Saloon restroom couldn’t be closed? Wow. Talk about bad luck. If you were any more superstitious, you would’ve wondered if you were cursed. But you shook your head, it was no longer the time to be thinking about these things. Your overalls were clinging uncomfortably to your skin and you couldn’t wait to be wearing something dry again. The rest of the day went by much better. Like you predicted, the bathroom was in fact done by the time you needed it again. And good Yoba, did you NEED it. Your bladder was NOT in the mood to hold for extended periods of time after what you just made it go through, yet you needed to hold it again for a bit, until Robin could finally give your new bathroom the thumbs up. Like she promised, she walked super far away to ensure you could feel comfortable using the bathroom and you were able to use it with little problem. As your second pee of the day came to a close, your mind went back to when she said earlier that you would love the result. She was right, you couldn't be more satisfied with your new bathroom. Despite all the misadventures of today, maybe it was fair to say everything ended on a good note.
  18. keke64

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    From the album: Omo in general

    He shouldn’t be drinking all of these soda before the match…

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  19. *Hello everyone! This is a bit of a side project I decided to make while I slowly work my way towards the next chapter of my main interactive story: ' Make her squirm... For Science! ' I wanted to have something to provide to the website and my fellow appreciators of hyper desperation in the meantime. This is something that will be a lot simpler (at least for me) and that I'll be writing on my phone as opposed to on desktop, so this will get posts more often, but the quality may suffer as a result, If that doesn't bother you then I hope you all enjoy! Otherwise, stay tuned ❤️* The "Letter" "Greetings, mortals..." - A voice rings out from your scanner, an anomaly is speaking directly to you from beyond the stars. - "I am Glieshia, the Great Retainer, be not afraid for I contact you with only a humble request..." The static slowly clears from the device, and the anomaly's voice can be heard clearly, and yet... It always sounds like it's directly behind your head, no matter where you turn. "I understand your purpose, you all view me as a threat to your existence, anomalies beyond your understanding tend to be, after all... But I assure you I have your best interest in mind, your survival after all, is necessary for my existence, as is yours to mine..." The scanner can't get enough information on the entity communicating with you, just as this becomes clear, the screen changes to the image of an eye... With a combination of colors that form beautiful shifting patterns within the iris. The 'white' of the eye is colored a light bronze and the pupil shines, just enough to cause a little bit of distortion on the screen... The entity has already learned how to project its image onto your devices, and yet it has chosen to keep most of itself hidden, say for its alluring eyes - both now being revealed as it adjusts itself on the screen - displayed with a hint of sorrow in their expression. "Mortals, please... I understand your fear, but you are yet to understand my predicament, I kindly request that you put your fears aside and help me, my goal is to benefit us both..." The anomaly's... Voice, is slowly but surely revealing itself to be a bit more shaken. In the beginning of the approach, it was gracious, spoken with the authority and dignity of a queen, and yet now, it sounds more akin to a prisoner... A fancy and well-spoken prisoner, but prisoner nonetheless. What action will you take in contacting this entity, brave researchers?
  20. So, I hit a lot of firsts this weekend! Last summer, I had one of the hottest nights in my life where I ended up confessing my omo kink to my partner and he was immediately on board. He was cross-country on vacation at the time, and we ended up staying up all night texting about our respective kinks (I’d already known about his - weight gain - but he ended up disclosing a bit more). At this point, not another human soul knew about this as I had just come to the realization myself not that long ago, and as soon as I told him, he was already coming to the table with ideas (I’ll have to make a separate post just about that conversation alone - it was truly one of the best nights of my life). The conversation went so well, that he cut his trip short by a day just so he could get back here to me faster! One of the first suggestions he came up with was “What if I made you drink a lot of water, so much so that your belly sticks out (my belly is his favorite physical part about me), then I tied you down and played with you until… well, you get the rest.” I thought I had died. I already had under-the-bed restraints, and probably a couple months after this suggestion I bought a Liberator throw blanket, which might be one of my best purchases at this point. I was so excited yet so nervous by this idea, so I kind of kept putting it off… until last Friday night. He had come over and we were making drinks for ourselves. I’m pretty lightweight, so I’ll only ever have one at a time, and got a little tipsy. He said “hey, I think you should drink some water…” and at first I was offended. “Geez, I’m fine, I’ll sober up in like, 20 minutes.” And then he picked up the water glass, filled it, and gently pushed it into my hands. “I don’t think you’re understanding me… You haven’t gone to the bathroom since I got here.” Ohhhhhhhhhhh. We continued our evening. Went on a walk, had dinner, and went back to my room where we started to watch a show. I noticed laying in bed that I started to really have to go, but was afraid to say anything - what if he lost interest? What if he didn’t? I folded my blanket in half and moved it under me. I was bouncing my leg a little to help with the ever-growing pressure. Truth be told, I don’t like desperation or holding it past an uncomfortable point, although I have a pretty strong bladder. I knew I had to say something - maybe I’ll just ask him to pause the show while I get up to go to the bathroom. So I sheepishly tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey… I really have to go.” ”Oh really?” ”Yeah.” He paused the show and got on top of me. He put on sexy music and said “You’re not getting up until you wet the bed. It’s okay - I can help you with that.” As he tied down my legs, he chuckled at the blanket already being under me. “I see you were already getting ready.” I was wearing Barbie pink underwear and a pale pink bra. He got off me and grabbed my vibrator and started using it on me, and pushing down on my bulging stomach. I still deal with a great deal of mental blocks when it comes to my sexuality, so even though I really had to go, being massively turned on suddenly closed the floodgates, making it really hard for me to let go. He was so sweet as he was encouraging me about it: “It’s okay, you know you want to do this, I want you to do this, you’ll feel so much better after you let go.” Ended up cutting the vibrator because I couldn’t pull through, and did my best to let it all out. I had to force it out in spurts. I could feel the warmth and wetness going through my panties, down my legs, soaking my thighs and my back. I had to pee so much that it started to form a not-small puddle in between my legs. It took well over a minute to finish wetting my bed. He told me I couldn’t get up until I came, so I grabbed my vibrator again. I had kept my eyes closed for most of this, so I finally peaked down, and was shocked to see how much pee was soaking through and now pooling under me on the blanket. He just kept telling me how hot this was, and to lean back and relax. After a while I finally had a massive orgasm, and when I was done, I pretty much immediately clicked into cleanup mode. Was shocked to see how well the blanket held up to me peeing all over it, and rushed it to my bathtub where I stripped and washed up. I was so embarrassed by how turned on I was - what if he was grossed out or thought this was weird? When I came back to the bed though, he took my hand and put it over his underwear- he had cum in his boxers!!! He thought it was so hot talking me through that experience, and it absolutely makes me want to try again. I had drank so much that my bladder already filled back up, so before I got a trash bag to take my laundry down to the wash, I stood in my shower and wet myself in my favorite pair of sweatpants that I had forgotten to wash last laundry day. This was a lot easier to do since I had let go this way a few times before. It felt absolutely thrilling to feel my muscles relax as I slowly felt the warmth and wetness spread all over again, down both of my legs, across my front and a little down my ass - even naughtier since I had just washed myself minutes ago. I did my laundry, no harm no foul, and that blanket was as good as new - what a stellar purchase! And then I came 2 more times that night before going to sleep. Sorry that was so long! From this experience I found that I much prefer wetting the bed over standing in the shower just from the warmth perspective, but I might invest in more products to make the cleanup a bit easier. And for this being my first venture with a partner, I can’t wait to try more. XOXO, G0p1ssgrl
  21. Sombra's fingers danced across her keyboard, upgrading her cyber tech with a wicked grin on her face. She had done it - her hacking was now universal, capable of infiltrating anything running on technology. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Sombra decided it was time to have some fun. She set her sights on Overwatch, the team she loved to mess with the most. In the dead of night, Sombra stealthily infiltrated the Overwatch base, her cybernetic enhancements helping her move undetected. She reached the main fuse box, her fingers flying over the keys as she tapped into the system. As she hacked into the fuse box, a devious smile played on Sombra's lips. She disabled all the bathroom doors in the base and initiated a complete lockdown - no one would be able to leave or enter for the next 32 hours. Sombra's laughter echoed through the base as she celebrated her successful test of the new upgrade, saying "It works better than I expected!" With a satisfied smirk, she made her way out of the base, already relishing the chaos she will cause. In the morning at the Overwatch base, Angela Ziegler was in her lab, carefully experimenting on her healing staff, making slight adjustments to its capabilities. The soft hum of her equipment filled the room as she focused on her work. Brigitte entered the room tired, her toned body showing from her tank top pajama shirt. Angela couldn't help but tease, "You seem well-rested. Did you have a good sleep in your armored pajamas, Brigitte?" With a hint of sarcasm, Brigitte shot back, "Oh, it was just a dreamy night, Angela. You should try it sometime." Angela grinned, enjoying their playful banter. "Is Hana up yet?" she inquired, curious about their fellow teammate. Shrugging, Brigitte replied, "I'm not sure. She might be in the hangar with her meka." As Angela continued her modifications, Brigitte asked, "Do you need any help with that staff of yours? I could lend a hand, save us some time." Accepting Brigitte's offer, Angela nodded, "That would be great, Brigitte. Thank you." Brigitte smiled, "I'll be right back. Just need to hit the little girls' room first." But as Brigitte pushed on the door to the lab's bathroom, it wouldn't budge. Confusion crossed her face, and she awkwardly crossed her legs, feeling the urge to pee growing stronger. Noticing Brigitte's struggle, Angela inquired, "What's wrong, Brigitte?" Frustration evident in her voice, Brigitte replied, "The door won't open, Angela. It's locked tight." Angela furrowed her brow, puzzled by the locked bathroom door. She got up from her desk and approached the door, attempting to open it with no success. Turning to Brigitte, she suggested, "There are other bathrooms in the base you could try, if you can make it." Brigitte awkwardly made her way to the other bathrooms, and five minutes ticked by before she returned with a worried expression. "All the bathrooms are locked and disabled," she informed Angela. Angela's eyes widened in shock and confusion. "That's not possible," she muttered. Brigitte, bouncing up and down while crossing her legs, said, "I don't want to pee anywhere else. I'll just hold it in." Angela, concerned, replied, "I understand, but that's not healthy. I'll check the main servers to see what's going on." Angela furrowed her brows, her fingers flying across her keyboard as she accessed the main servers. The screen flickered to life, displaying rows of data indicating that everything was functioning normally within the Overwatch base. Confusion clouded Angela's features as she muttered to herself, "There shouldn't be any issues according to this." Brigitte shifted from foot to foot, crossing her legs and bouncing slightly as she struggled to contain her growing discomfort. "Angela, this is getting really bad." Angela turned to Brigitte, her expression mirroring the concern in the younger woman's voice. "It seems like there might be a fault in the system. You'll have to hold it for now, Brigitte. It's not safe, but hopefully, the doors will start working soon." Brigitte took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I'll be fine. I'm used to holding it for a bit. Just hoped this gets fixed quickly." Hana Song sauntered into the lab, her pajama crop top and panties exposed for everyone to see. "Hey, guys, did you notice the bathroom doors are all locked?" she asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Angela looked up from her desk. "It seems like there might be a faulty problem with the doors," she said, concern lacing her tone. "Do you need to use the bathroom, Hana?" Hana groaned at the mention of the faulty doors but replied, "Actually, I was planning to take a shower. Guess that'll have to wait." Brigitte chimed in, holding her shorts "Well, lucky you. My bladder's about to burst…" Angela stood up from her desk, beckoning Hana to join them. "Come over here, let's discuss this," she said, her voice firm but comforting. As Hana walked over, Angela continued, "We don't know when the doors will fix themselves. The best we can do for now is to try and limit how much fluid we consume and monitor our bladders to avoid needing to pee." Hana and Brigitte exchanged determined looks, nodding in agreement. They understood the situation and were willing to try and follow Angela’s orders. However, not a single one knew of how bad this day was going to get… A few hours passed since the lockdown began at the Overwatch base. In her room, Hana, in her pajamas, sat cross-legged on her bed, her legs bouncing up and down as she played video games. Desperate to pee, Hana tried every trick she could think of to hold it in. She crossed her legs tightly, squeezed her thighs together, and even held her crotch, trying not to think about the growing pressure in her bladder. As the game intensified, Hana's focus wavered. She started to lose control, the urge to pee becoming almost unbearable. With a deep breath, she finally quit the game and stood up, trying to hold it in while remaining calm. "I would do anything to pee in a toilet right now," Hana murmured to herself, feeling the discomfort gnawing at her. Despite the mounting problem, Hana refused to give in. She was determined to hold it in until the bathroom doors fixed themselves, no matter how challenging it became. The struggle continued, with each passing minute feeling like an eternity. Brigitte was going through a difficult time as she tried to hold it in. With each passing minute, the pressure in her bladder increased. She felt like she might genuinely burst, but she was determined to control herself. As she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, Brigitte couldn't ignore the urgent call of nature. Feeling her stomach, she noticed a small, round bulge below her belly button. Her bladder was starting to expand, signaling the urgency of her situation. "I need to pee so badly," Brigitte muttered to herself, trying to stay focused on the task at hand. Angela, who was in the lab with Brigitte, noticed her discomfort. Crossing her own legs and bouncing slightly to hold in her own pee, she asked, "Are you okay, Brigitte?" "I'm fine," Brigitte replied through gritted teeth, willing herself to continue adjusting Angela's healing staff. The pressure was becoming unbearable, but she couldn't afford to lose focus now. Brigitte winced, feeling the pressure in her bladder growing unbearable. Her body tensed as she struggled to focus on the task at hand, the urgency to relieve herself becoming more intense by the minute. She glanced over at Angela, who appeared calm on the outside but Brigitte could see the slight twitch in her leg that betrayed her inner turmoil. "Angela, do you need to sit down for a bit?" Brigitte asked, her voice quivering with discomfort. Angela managed a strained smile, her hand subtly pressing against her bulging abdomen as she moved up and down, trying to alleviate some of the pressure. "No, thank you, Brigitte. I just... drank a bit too much coffee this morning. I'll manage," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of desperation. Angela’s mind was racing, trying to maintain her composure as she fought the desperate urge to let go. Her jeans' button and zipper were undone, her belt hanging loosely as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. The need to find relief was becoming increasingly urgent. Despite her own discomfort, Angela couldn't help but notice the pained expression on Brigitte's face. With a shaky breath, she forced herself to focus on the task at hand, silently hoping for a resolution to their predicament. Several hours had passed since the beginning of the lockdown at the Overwatch base. The bathroom doors remained stubbornly shut, much to the increasing discomfort of Angela and Brigitte. The tension in the room was palpable as they all struggled with their urgent need to relieve themselves. Suddenly, the lab door creaked open, and Hana slowly trudged in. She placed one hand on the wall for support, the other desperately clutching her big bulging abdomen as she tried to contain the massive amount of pee inside her. Angela and Brigitte looked up at her, their expressions a mix of worry and empathy as they witnessed Hana's obvious distress. "Has anyone exploded in their pants yet?" Hana stuttered in agony, the urgency evident in her voice. Brigitte, barely able to muster any words through her discomfort, managed to shake her head weakly. "N-not yet, but I might soon." Angela, rubbing her own bulging bladder and crossing her legs tightly, tried to maintain a reassuring tone. "We'll make it, Hana. Just keep holding on." Brigitte couldn't take it anymore. The pressure was unbearable. "How much are we holding?" she managed to gasp out, her voice strained. Angela, feeling a sense of urgency, turned to a nearby computer that housed the current anatomy status and x-rays of all three of them when they joined Overwatch. As she scanned the screen, warning labels popped up over each x-ray, indicating dangerous levels of bladder distention. With a shaky voice, Angela began to read the status out loud. "Brigitte, you have 3.4 liters in your bladder," she said, her own discomfort evident. Brigitte let out a loud groan of desperation and agony, her hands clutching her swollen abdomen. Turning to Hana, Angela continued, "Hana, you have 3.6 liters in your bladder." Hana whimpered in response, the urge to go becoming almost unbearable. Finally, Angela's own turn came. "And I have 3.4 liters in my bladder," she moaned in pain, feeling the pressure mounting by the second. Hana managed to speak through the discomfort, "Too much nano cola." Brigitte added in a strained voice, "Too much water." Angela confessed, "Too much coffee." The trio all grabbed their bulging abdomens, holding on as the urgency to relieve themselves grew stronger by the minute. Angela's eyes widened as she noticed the label on the computer screen for Hana's x-ray, indicating a leakage. She turned to look at Hana, only to see Hana looking down, a little bit of pee trickling down her crossed legs from her panties. "Hana, you're leaking," Angela exclaimed, concern evident in her voice. Hana looked up with a desperate expression. "I'm gonna burst soon," she said, her voice strained. Angela tried to reassure her, "Just hold out a bit longer, we'll find a way to fix this." But Brigitte interjected, her voice tight with strain, "We're all about to hit our limits. It's only a matter of time until we all burst." Angela felt a surge of panic rising within her. She leaned on the table, double-crossing her legs tightly. "I refuse to piss myself," she declared, her voice determined. Meanwhile, Hana continued to leak a bit, her face contorted in a mixture of discomfort and determination. She double-crossed her own legs and jammed her hands between her legs against her crotch, trying to hold in her pee. "Come on, come on," Hana whispered to herself, her resolve wavering as she struggled to keep it all in despite the leaking. Angela stood there, her legs double-crossed, the urgency in her eyes matching the determination in her voice. With a resolute nod, she took the cup of coffee in her hand and drank it all in large gulps, surprising Brigitte and Hana. Brigitte's eyes widened, "Are you crazy, Angela? You're going to burst!" But Angela wasn't kidding about refusing to pee herself. She seemed determined to keep it all in, no matter how full she was. Sitting down at her computer, she tried to focus on her work while also holding herself tightly to prevent any accidents. "I'm going to try and force open the doors through the mainframe," Angela announced to Brigitte and Hana, her fingers flying across the keyboard despite her lack of expertise in hacking. She was desperate, and time was running out. As Angela delved into the base servers, trying to override the lockdown protocols, a small leak began to seep through her pants, a visible sign that she was nearing her limit. But she gritted her teeth and continued her efforts, the urgency growing with each passing second. Brigitte groaned in pain, her hand firmly pressed against her lower abdomen, while Hana whimpered and moaned softly, her struggle becoming more evident as she slowly leaked. The tension in the room was unbearable, the pressure building with each passing moment. All three women were on the brink of bursting, the consequences of their nano cola, water, and coffee consumption catching up to them. The clock was ticking, and the situation was becoming increasingly dire. Angela's fingers danced across the keyboard, her eyes focused on the screen as she frantically searched for a way to override the lockdown. With a surge of determination, she began tweaking the system, hoping her skills would be enough to lift the restrictions that had kept them trapped. A short amount of time passed, tension thick in the air, before, as if by magic, the lockdown lifted. The bathroom doors slid open with a soft hiss, revealing the much-needed relief just on the other side. Brigitte stood up, her hand tightly gripping her crotch as she rubbed the massive bulge of her full bladder with her other hand. Hana looked at Brigitte nervously, seeing the desperation in her eyes. Brigitte met her gaze, nodding her head towards the now-open bathroom, silently urging Hana to go first. Without hesitation, Hana sprinted for the bathroom, her movements a mix of desperation and relief. She swung the door shut behind her, finally able to let go and release the pressure that had been building up for far too long. Angela and Brigitte waited anxiously, the sound of running water echoing in the room. Brigitte turned to Angela, concern etched on her face. "Do you want to go next?" she asked, her own need pressing urgently. Angela shook her head, her hand still cradling her soccer ball-sized bulge. "I can manage," she insisted, her voice strained but determined. As the tension of their prolonged wait began to ease, Hana emerged from the bathroom, looking and feeling visibly relieved. She sank into a chair, a look of contentment on her face as she finally allowed herself to relax. Brigitte wasted no time, racing to the bathroom and closing the door behind her, eager to find the same sense of relief that Hana had just experienced. Angela sat back, her own need still overwhelming, but her focus unwavering as she prepared to face her turn. Brigitte finally emerged from the bathroom, her expression a mix of relief and exhaustion. She wearily sank into a nearby chair, letting out a contented sigh. Angela, feeling the pressure of her full bladder increasing with each step, got up slowly from her seat. "Don't burst, don't burst," she muttered to herself, tightly gripping her crotch as she made her way to the bathroom. Her bulging bladder was noticeable under her shirt, a clear sign of her dire need. Once inside the bathroom, Angela closed the door behind her, finally allowing herself to release the gallon of pee she had been holding in. The sound of rushing liquid was a welcome relief as she emptied her bladder. A few minutes later, Angela emerged from the bathroom and returned to her chair, visibly more relaxed and calm after the ordeal of holding in so much urine. "I felt like I was going to explode," Hana confessed, her face still flushed from the experience. Brigitte nodded in agreement, "I felt the same way. That was intense." Angela chimed in with a hint of humor, "I could have held it a bit longer if I wanted to." Hana playfully rolled her eyes, "Show off." Angela was focused on her computer when she heard a muffled voice coming from the security camera near her desk. Frowning, she glanced at the screen and saw Sombra, the notorious hacker, looking incredibly uncomfortable. Hana and Brigitte rushed over to see what was happening. Sombra's face contorted in pain as she held her stomach, her bladder visibly bulging out like a watermelon. "I... I messed up," Sombra stuttered, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "I need a toilet... fast." Hana and Brigitte burst into laughter, realizing that she had been behind their turmoil, and that the tables had turned. Angela couldn't help but smile mischievously as she returned to her computer, quickly initiating the lockdown once again. "Payback time," Hana chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Sombra's eyes widened in panic as she realized that the base went back into lockdown. She pounded on the wall, desperation clear in her voice as she plead for the lockdown to end again. Angela leaned back in her chair, a satisfied grin on her face. "Let's see how she likes being stuck," she said, reveling in the opportunity to mess with Sombra. Sombra stood there, her bladder painfully full, feeling like it might burst at any moment. She held her bulging bladder with one hand, the other jammed tightly between her crossed legs, trying to maintain control. Her bladder bulge was massive, weighing her down, forcing her to slouch against the wall for support. Looking up at the camera, Sombra stuttered in pain, pleading for relief. "I-I don't wanna pee myself," she whimpered, desperation evident in her voice. "I'm gonna explode soon!" But in Angela's office, Brigitte, Hana, and Angela were oblivious to Sombra's plight, lounging comfortably and chatting. Sombra's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as she battled against the mounting pressure in her bladder. As Sombra gritted her teeth, she felt a trickle of pee escape, running down her leggings, a clear sign that she was reaching her breaking point. "Open, open," she muttered to herself, her voice strained with agony. "I don't want to burst. Not like this." Sombra leaned against the locked bathroom door, her body trembling as she slouched over, desperate for relief. She banged on the door, hoping it would miraculously open, but it remained stubbornly shut. With each movement, she leaked a little more pee, her bladder on the brink of exploding. "Please, please, open up!" Sombra pleaded, her voice strained with desperation. "I'm going to burst, please!" Frantically, she jammed both of her hands into her crotch, trying to hold back the onslaught of pressure. But as she fought against it, the leaks became more frequent, her control slipping away. "Come on, come on, come on!" Sombra repeated the words like a desperate mantra, her voice tinged with panic. Then, in a sudden gasp, Sombra lost the battle. She moaned loudly in a mix of relief and humiliation as she felt herself finally and uncontrollably pee herself. Her bladder, once painfully full, began to shrink as she stood there, the warmth of her pee spreading down her legs. Hana's eyes widened as she stared at the screen, watching Sombra desperately trying to hold back her pee. "Holy shit," she exclaimed, pointing at the live feed. "Sombra is peeing herself!" Angela and Brigitte turned their attention to the screen, their expressions shifting from discomfort to amusement. The three girls burst into laughter as they witnessed Sombra's humiliation in real-time. Minutes passed by, Sombra's body finally giving in as she stopped peeing, exhausted from the intense holding. Sombra's eyes flicked to the camera that had captured her embarrassing moment. Her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger as she defiantly stuck up her middle finger. "Whoever did this is going to pay for making me lose control, I swear!" Angela, still laughing uncontrollably, managed to compose herself long enough to disable the lockdown, allowing Sombra to turn invisible as she made a hasty exit from the base, seething with humiliation and rage.
  22. Hello everyone. Recently, I finally got some time alone to be able to do a hold, and decided to partake in rapid desperation. I wasn't planning on wetting at all, but decided to dress for the occasion, anyways. I chose a generic pair of blue men's skinny jeans, and put them on over my black boxer briefs, which were pretty tight fitting. I also ended up putting on a belt that went pretty tight around my bladder and would be difficult to take off, should I loose control. Even though I wasn't planning on wetting, I like to do stuff like this for the thrill of it, you know? After putting on my clothing, I got started with the preparation. My goal here was to last at least an hour from the start of the hold, which is something I was never able to accomplish before. Normally, I'd loose control about 40-50 minutes into the hold. Anyways, I started by drinking a cup of water once every hour for four hours and using the bathroom as soon as I felt the urge to go. On the last hour of preparation, I would drink a cup of water every fifteen minutes, still using the bathroom in the same manner. At this point, my urine was pretty much completely clear. This means that the preparation was very successful! Once the holding hour began, I drank a cup of water at the start. The preparation was finally complete and it was time to prepare for an hour of pleasant masochism. During the holding hour, I would continue to drink a cup of water every fifteen minutes. The difference here being that I'm not using the bathroom at all, of course. The first ten minutes were completely fine. I was sitting down and simply relaxing. At fifteen minutes in, I went and drank another cup of water and continued the hold. However, at around 20 minutes in, I was starting to feel the familiar pang in my bladder. It wasn't bad at all at this point, but it was enough to shoot a jolt of excitement through me. Something about being stuck in relatively tight fitting clothing, knowing that I would essentially be trapped in them with a bursting bladder, knowing that there is a risk that they might be ruined, tends to make me feel this way. Not to mention my belt, which was accenting my need to go. I was also able to feel the water just rushing into my bladder. It was almost as if i could feel it stream into there. Things continued like this for a bit, but around the 25 minute mark, I noticed that I was starting to grab myself a little. My urge to go was already starting to feel significantly worse. Probably at around a 6/10. The holding was mostly for comfort, but my bladder was already sending me pretty good signs of discomfort. At the 30 minute mark, I got up and went to grab another cup of water. Drinking the water, I would feel the liquid running down my body like a waterfall, and right into my bladder. A very cold and satisfying feeling, I must say. I sat back down, and decided to distract myself with my phone for a bit. However, at around the 40 minute mark, my urge increased to a solid 8/10. I was now squeezing my legs together in my chair, fidgeting like crazy, and constantly had my hand on my crotch. I was now at the point where if I relaxed for at least a second, I would start peeing. I also noticed that I was starting to suppress leaks, which was made easier due to me holding myself with my hand. My bladder was starting to feel like a rock inside of me, being pushed in and squeezed by my belt. At 45 minutes, I would get up to go get my final cup of water. Walking there was hell of a task on its own. I had to walk slowly while keeping my legs together and squeezing myself through my pants. Drinking the water was complete torture. I had to hold on very tightly as to not loose it right there. When I went to go sit back down, the action pushed on my bladder and nearly made me loose control. At around 48 minutes, I finally felt my first leak slip through. It was a few drops at most, but I still felt it, and most of all, I felt the amazing thrill of it. At 50 minutes I was at a solid 10/10. I was shaking and squeezing myself through my jeans for dear life; doing everything in my power as to not leak. After about five minutes, I was at an 11/10. Every now and then I would feel my control slip for a split second, and a little bit of pee would leak out of me. I was sitting, squeezing myself with my arms outstretched, enjoying every bit of this. I was very determined to reach the hour mark, and I wasn't gonna let my bladder stop me. Finally, my alarm would ring. I have done it! I have reached the hour mark! Now it was time to get up. The moment I got up out of my chair, my leaks skyrocketed in frequency. I would start to dribble and spurt about once every three steps. I finally made it to the bathroom, which isn't far from my room, stood in front of the toilet, quickly undid my belt and my pants, and let go the strongest torrent of pee I have ever released voluntarily. It was like a firehose and it felt fantastic! I could not help but tilt my head back, close my eyes, open my mouth, and sigh deeply as I was peeing. I ended up peeing for a minute and 36 seconds (I timed that too), and let me tell you: it was insanely pleasurable. After I finished, I checked the damage. The crotch area of my underwear was very damp, but my jeans ended up staying mostly dry somehow. At least on the outside. I would then get undressed, and go lay down and replay the entire thing in my mind. Overall, this was extremely enjoyable, and I hope it was an enjoyable read too. Thank you.
  23. TL;DR: I thought I'd get a little damp in my black jeans at work, but got soaked and it was a smashing success. I'm almost shaking as I'm typing this, I just had the best afternoon at work 😍 I hardly know where to start lol. How about what I look like and what I was wearing: I am just about 34y/o, male, tall, skinny, and clinging to the "twink" label with pathetic fanaticism. But still cute if I say so myself. 😛 I'm thankful to have an extremely lax dress code and decent privacy at work because it's a machine shop and we don't get the general public in there. It was also quite warm inside, the low-80s Fahrenheit so I was wearing a ribbed grey tank top and black skinny jeans. Said jeans were as black as they were skintight, which is to say very. I had something of a lousy morning, but I don't know what happened halfway through the day that just turned my slut switch on lol. In a way that could absolutely be described in this thread about suddenly wanting to wet yourself: I had already started trying to dribble a little bit right after lunch (and got maybe one drop out at first because my bladder control is draconian) when I realized I've told my bf about my omo and he is supportive at least in conversation of me being a wet boy. This was my chance to let him see. It would be the second time I've played with wetting at work so it was really all in the reverse bladder training. I concocted a little challenge for myself: every time I felt an urge to go or succeeded in letting some out, I'd have more water. Like several large gulps per instance. I'd also not be allowed to go to the bathroom at work for the rest of the day-- another 4-ish hours. I resolved to stick to that. If I let any out it was going to be in my pants. I anticipated ending up a little bit wet but nothing too crazy, and hopefully not in a bad mood by inflicting a hold on myself I didn't want. Much to my annoyance, it started to feel like I had to go #2, presumably because my bladder was pushing on other things. I am not into that at all and it would ruin everything if I dealt with it. Unless I was able to keep my underwear up in the front while I took care of business. I am sort of able to do this and was semi-successful. I did my thing and even had some pee escape into my undies at the same time. I was encouraged by my minimal success but it mostly continued as I expected-- I was just doing my normal work stuff-- making measurements, pressing buttons on my machine, filling out paperwork-- while noticing my pee and a little wetness and choosing not to go to the bathroom. When I had the time I would stand up and have to heavily concentrate on relaxing and sometimes even pushing in an attempt to let out a dribble. A few times it worked and I was rewarded with either just a few drops or an actual warm spurt. I'd reach in to point myself to a dry spot and feel the wet skin and fabric on my fingers. It smelled just enough to notice when I brought my hand up to my face. It was nice just thinking I could keep up that pace and be pleasantly damp by the end of the day. But as I had learned by now already, I have to play hardball with my bladder if I want results, and so I did, keeping up with my excess water intake. It responded by rapidly catching up to me. The pressure was rising much faster than my tiny dribbles could release it. I kept reassuring myself it was okay to go as much as I could and I got a short spurt while sitting, which is rare for me. It coated the top of my thigh in warmth. It was here where I decided I'd stop pointing my dick around to even out the coverage and just let it all spread from one spot. In between a steady rhythm of more tiny leaks, I was standing once and felt an urge come on. I stopped what I was doing and must have done something right, because I just went. A long, strong stream came out. I had my member pointed to the right and it filled my dark red boxer-briefs and jeans so well it actually ran down my left leg. It felt amazing 🤩 probably about as strong as I've ever been able to wet and fully contained in my jeans. But still wasn't a complete emptying, believe it or not, so it trailed off before it reached my socks. Despite basically fully peeing myself for a few seconds, you still could not tell with complete confidence even looking directly at me. The only sign was that the fabric on my crotch and inner thigh was shiny. I knew that wouldn't last long and had a fan pointed at my legs under my desk already, so it would dry enough not to get me noticed. I still had constant bladder pressure but it was getting easier to convert my "hold" reflex into "try to let it all out." Soon enough I was able to do a big stream again. Same thing-- somehow my left leg was getting wet. I had actually started to worry whether I was on a good pace to still be freshly wet at the end of the day. Less time had passed than I expected and I was pretty soaked. Not that that was a problem, but that I wondered if I'd pee it all out and have nothing to show for it at home lol. I tried to pace myself for a few minutes but then the devil on my shoulder won. I knew also from prior experience that I have a lot more capacity than it seems by my wetting ability, so I just kept on drinking water and peeing when I could. It turned out to be the right choice. Towards the end I had a hard time telling whether I still had to go or was just sexually stimulated as well from my decadent slow-burn wetting. Even when it was time to leave I kept doing little trickles every few minutes. I was still not quite done. Outside in the parking lot I hesitated outside my car and got one more short but strong stream to make my jeans crotch shiny again. I didn't care at all about getting pee in my car. If it smelled, it wouldn't be much and I like it for the most part. Even if my bf noticed it he'd understand (he's an angel <3) so it was just a fittingly perfect end to a challenge won with flying colors. 🫡 He was actually in the bedroom when I got home and saw me take off my wet pants lol. I told him what I did and he accepted it as if it were nothing. I never changed out of the damp undies as I love being wet way too much hehe. Now I know that specific pair of jeans is 10/10 for peeing in, and already looking forward to doing it again. To those who made it this far, hope you enjoyed.
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