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It was Monday morning, and I awoke from my bed. I sat up and yawned, stretching out my body. I was in my black undergarments, belly button exposed and feet uncovered. I looked at my alarm clock, which displayed that the time was 6:55 AM. I had only 15 minutes to get myself dressed and ready for school. I sat up, and walked towards my dresser. I'd wear the same apparel as I would every week. Each day, my clothing would be slightly different. Today I decided that I would wear a pink and white average outfit. A pink scarf and skirt, and a plain white t-shirt. I pulled over the shirt, and put on the scarf. I finished getting dressed by throwing on high, black socks and the short, pink skirt. I pull on my tennis-shoes, and fix up my hair. I didn't need to bring any bags, as all of my stuff was already in my locker. I glanced at the clock, 7:01 AM. I had 9 minutes to get to school, no time to lose! I ran out of my house and down the sidewalk. I reached the intersection, making a turn down the main street, where I would get to school. I sprinted so that I could make it there on time. Glancing at the city clock, I acknowledged the time again as 7:03 AM. It was until then that I realized something was wrong. I hadn't used the bathroom after I woke up! I would need to use it before I got to class in order to empty my bladder to prevent an accident from occurring. Under all circumstances, I did not want to wet myself at school in front of all my classmates, that would be embarrassing! I figured I would have to make a restroom stop before class. Quickly, I ran into the school. Once I got in, I made may way down to the first hall on the second floor, where my locker was. I reached my locker and began picking at the lock combination. After entering the combination, I opened the metal door, and grabbed my bag for my first class. I began sprinting down the hall. I glanced at one of the school clocks, 7:08 AM! I had two options. I could take the safe route and make a trip to the bathroom, risking tardiness. or, I could try to hold it throughout the class, which lasted an hour and thirty minutes. This marks the end of this part, and I'm eager to see what you guys think I should do!

One of my online friend came up with this. It is her secret, most erotic fantasy. It has a great deal of omorashi so, I post it here, but if it isn't your taste, please ignore. Here goes:

At about 13.5 minutes into Season 6 Episode 10, the character Dinah Drake (a.k.a. the new Black Canary) is walking with her ex-boyfriend reminiscing about their time together as undercover cops. She talks about an incident when she was on a stakeout after drinking "a gallon of coffee" and subsequently becoming desperate to pee. I would appreciate it if someone could rip this video and upload it here. Here is the link to the full episode: https://yesmovies.to/movie/arrow-season-6-22266/1365940-16/watching.html

I am writing a story. It is a non omorashi, non fetish story. I want to add a scene where one of the main female characters is desperate to pee. This is sort of as a nod to those who like omorashi as well of a potentially comical scene for the general population. I just feel really weird about making an omorashi scene that is not pornographic in nature. I also feel really weird about potentially putting my real name on this story and showing it to people i know. I just want to hear what other people think of my situation. Does anyone else put peeing/desperation scenes in works they don't publish as omorashi related?

"I'm looking forward to it. I owe you a lot, thank you." I said to her as I started to remove my pee and cum soaked boxers. Jen starts the shower, her skin was like porcelain to me. Not a blemish on her body. Just some cute freckles here and there. She moved the curtain to put her hand in to test the water temperature. Once her hand hit the water, her small nipples instantly got erect. They reminded me of how Naomi Watts looked in Mulholland Drive. While adjusting the hot/cold shower handles, she asks me, "Why is that?" with a devilish smile. "Because..." I cut myself off, and followed her into the shower. Every thing was seamless in the way we shared the shower. Knowing by instinct when to change places to get under the shower head, soaping up the scrungies, taking turns cleaning each other. Like we've been doing this forever together. We were thorough. I got down on my knees and licked her. She was trim but not shaved. Reddish blonde hair. Tasted amazing. Pineapples and strawberries come to mind. Jen kept her leg up on the side of the tub while I worshipped her. She exploded in my mouth shortly after. Thankfully she did, I'm not the greatest tongue artist, but when you're passionate about something... "I was really worked up after feeling you let go in my hand.." she explained. We towel dried each other and walked back to her bedroom. She had the California King pillow-top with a fluffy down feathered comforter that I could tell she fancied a lot. Jennifer then jumped on her bed and sprawled out on her stomach arching her back. I rolled next to her and we continued to kiss and smile. "Let me get you a pair of shorts to wear, I have a pair that I play basketball in once in a blue moon." Jen tells me as she hops out of bed. I roll to my back and stare at the ceiling. Just floating in space. Cloud nine. It takes a while, and she's not back yet. I get up to check on her, "Strawberry Lady? Where did you go?" I ask. "Stay there, I'm finding something..." I roll back onto the bed like a good boy and wait for her. Another minute she enters the room with a black trash bag and a huge beaming smile on her face. "Here's the shorts." She throws them over to me. Blue netted, old school gym shorts. I slide them on. "Okay, you got me. What's in the bag, beautiful?" Jen opens the bag and tells me a short story, "You think you're different, right? Well..okay this is weird." She starts to clam up. "No, go on. Please.." I beg to her. "Well, I've collected every pair of panties that I could since I was 14, and....I like to be punished in them. I love panties, and I love to get in trouble." "Wow..... May I please pick out a pair for you?" I ask politely as I give her a kiss on the cheek and stroke her blonde hair with my fingers. Jennifer leans the bag over to me with stars in her eyes. An assortment of every color, style, and fabric. I was easily lost going through the top part, and I didn't want to waste too much time deciding. She's ridiculously sexy to me, and I must make her squirt all over this bed. This means war. I may have lost it back there big time before the shower, but this is a second chance. "This isn't weird to you?" She asks me in an almost unsure manner. I answer with the obvious, "Absolutely not, Jen. I mean, how could it be compared to someone that gets off in his shorts after peeing in them?" "Haha..you're right, dirty boy." She playfully slaps me across the face. After the love slap I decided on which pair. A dark green pair of a satin material. "Oh...my Victoria's Secret Hi-Cut Rio satin.." She describes. "I bought these with my first check, I was 17. They're one of my favorites." She takes the panties, smells them first, and then slowly slides them up her creamy cheerleader legs. "You slapped your Daddy across the face?!? You really crossed the line this time, baby girl." I declare as I pin her arms to the bed and slowly kiss down her chest to her panties. She quivers a little when I put my lips on them. "Ugh...the fabric.." She lightly moans. "It's making my little pussy wet. I don't want to mess my panties and stain them..." She explains looking worried. "You better not stain these panties. You know how much they cost me.." I give her a short light but firm slaps on her bubble butt. I admit, the satin feels good to the touch. When I kissed her down there, her little bush felt heavenly underneath them. "Noo! Spanking makes it worse. See?" Jennifer then takes my hand and puts it on her crotch. She red hot, and I can feel that the panties are soaked. I look down with her to see if there's a wet spot. Sure enough there was a big one. "Great...now look at what you did? They're stained now." Jen looks at me shocked and excited. She puts her arms around me, hugs, and kisses me deep. "Baby, I have to do this now, and I don't want to.." I explain to her softly. "I know, I did it to myself. I'm my own worst enemy. But first, I need to go to the bathroom.." "Nope." I wrap around her body and force her over my lap, "You're not allowed. You struck your Daddy, and your sweet little pussy ruined these panties that I bought you for school." I strike her hard with the first spank. Have to let her know this is serious. Jen fidgets and can feel how hard I am under the gym shorts. She yelled out, "Owww!! Mmmm...I can feel you down there...I love it." She reaches for me, but I catch her hand and put it back to her side. "Oh no, you're not allowed to touch me until this is over and you learned your lesson." I start going steady, regular force. I can see that her butt is starting to get pink. So, I pull her panties down the back side but not off just to look, and spank some more till I feel her skin get warm. Then I slid them back up over her butt. I start to feel this warm sensation, but it's not from where I expected. Jennifer starts to shake hard, and moves her hand down to her crotch. Once again I catch her arm and put it back to her side. "Nooo...I can't stop it." She exhales in one breath. Each spank was a spurt, each time more than the last. "Stop it! You're peeing in your panties!" I snap at her. Jen then turns her head and looks at me, and I feel everything she let out. The sound of it, the feeling of her warm pee going into my lap. She closes her eyes and strains to get every drop out. We laid there in euphoria for a moment while I petted her wet bottom. "Thank you, Daddy.." She whispers to me. It's around 4 am. Six hours sure flew by. I wish it never ended. Like Groundhog's Day with Bill Murray, just let this re-live over and over. I scoop Jennifer up into my arms, her soaked crotch still dripping on the floor. Her face was relieved, exasperated, and just gorgeous. As I carried her, I gave her a kiss on her forehead. "Now I'm going to have to clean you up. I hope you didn't waste all of your juice for just your bed and panties."

The title and poll title explain it all, really. I'd be posting it in the fiction section, just thought I'd check to see if there was interest in the idea before going ahead and posting it. The genres other than yuri (the only kind of romance included in the story) and dark themes include sci-fi, action and psychological (and by this I mean that some fucked up shit has traumatized most of the cast and I'm trying to explore the brainscape of each of them one at a time)... you'll see what I mean if you check it out at the link I provided. Also, for those of you wondering about the other stories I've posted here over the past few years, specifically the K-ON! (Diaper Days) and SAO (Asuna's Descent) ones, I've resumed working on those for the time being (May also resume my version of Era of Survival depending on whether I can stomach getting through the part where I gotta copy SAO's shitty light novel volume one structurally). If you're waiting on an update for one of my Love Live! fanfics, you're kinda SOL until the drive comes back, which would probably necessitate me getting back into Love Live! as a series enough to either watch or read it despite no canon ships. That is all. Happy Voting!

This is going to be my first interactive story here, but I hope everyone is open to giving this a shot, especially if you are in the mood for some Dragon Ball related activity. Considering I'm a fan of the show and have been keeping tabs with Dragon Ball Super (both anime and manga), I wanted to put this to good use. That being said, the reason I'm not immediately going into the story introduction is that I'm having you guys determine who will be used. For simplicity sake, I figure a female character to control would be the best way to start, so I'll leave it up to you guys to pick which female from Dragon Ball Super will be used. Here are your following options: Kale: A Saiyan pureblood female from Universe 6. Having been part of a gang of Saiyans led by Caulifla, she really looks up to her as Caulifla does to Kale. Kale refers to the other Saiyaness as "Sis," making Caulifla an older sister figure to her life, while the latter sees her as a younger sister figure, and also dubs her as her "protege." When Cabba sought some Saiyans to assist Universe 6 for the upcoming Tournament of Power, Caulifla (after learning Super Saiyan) had confidently suggested him to give Kale a shot as well. While her ascension was successful, it was discovered that she had something far more fierce and brutal hidden within her untapped potential. While Kale can access a slightly mutated variant of the Super Saiyan form, should her emotions, anger or power reach over its maximum point, she will transform to a form that some dub, "Super Saiyan Berserk." Though it can supposedly be controlled, it's not always guaranteed. Possible Bladder Strength: Most likely strong, but not as strong as most others. Although she is a Saiyan, it's possible that her bladder is somewhat weaker, and may not be able to hold it for too long. Preferences of Places to Pee: Presumably inside for the most part, and very skittish to go anywhere else, unless she is definitely the only one around, or with someone she absolutely can trust (which would be Caulifla). Caulifla: A punkish, tomboyish Saiyan pureblood female from Universe 6. She is the younger sister of the retired Saiyan captain, Renso, and the leader of a gang. While she usually shows a serious side, she definitely cares about others she is close to, especially her "protege," Kale. When Cabba sought some Saiyans to assist Universe 6 for the upcoming Tournament of Power, Caulifla agreed under the condition to learn how to attain the Super Saiyan form. She succeeded, and wouldn't take too long to reach the level of Super Saiyan 2 for the first time. Caulifla displays a love for getting stronger, and a love for battles as well. Possible Bladder Strength: Most likely strong, and well trained enough to hold it long and fight at the same time, being a warrior and all. Preferences of Places to Pee: Presumably just about anywhere. However, she most likely will not go in front of a lot of people or strangers, especially if she feels uncomfortable to do so. Videl: A familiar character to the Dragon Ball series. A human female of Universe 7. She is the only daughter of Hercule Satan, the Martial Arts Champion of Earth, and the wife of Son Gohan. She is also the mother of their daughter, Pan, and is one of few humans on Earth that was taught how to fly using her energy. Once a fiery, tough and tomboyish fighter having had to live with the fame that came with her father, nowadays she is a very calm, caring and faithful person, especially to her husband. Possible Bladder Strength: Most likely moderate, to where she can hold it for quite a normal, humanly possible amount of time. Preferences of Places to Pee: Presumably inside for the most part, but might be able to go anywhere else. But she will most likely refuse to go outside or anywhere that involves others watching. Brianne de Chateau: An idol girl and magical warrior of Universe 2. Brianne is also the leader of the Kamikaze Fireballs, alongside her allies Sanka Ku and Su Roas. Using the power of love, Brianne can combat the forces of hate and evil with some magical abilities, such as trapping her foes in a heart cage, and using simple blast attacks. But she is at her best when transformed into her alter ego, Ribrianne. Though her physique takes a massive, plump sort of change, her usable abilities grow as well as her strength. Believing love and happiness are the most important emotions, she wishes to become a goddess of love for all universes. Though she cares for her allies and others, she tends to be shallow towards her concept of love, and seems to have a low tolerance for insults. Despite her physical change and increased aggression, Brianne remains to be a stoic heroine to get the job done. Possible Bladder Strength: Most likely strong enough and capable to hold it for a slightly longer than average time, being an idol and hero. Preferences of Places to Pee: Presumably inside, but may resort to other methods if she can find a nice, confined place to do her business. That'll do it for now. Let me know which of these four you want to use, and we'll be good to go. Until then, cya! Votes: Videl = 2 Caulifla = 1 Brianne = 1

This is a short clip of the Mythbusters episode where they test the pee dance. Kari is shown wiggling and squirming while she tells the story of peeing her pants in 3rd grade. Then you can hear her sigh in relief as she is peeing in a porta-potty.

Hey everyone. I looked around on the forum and found a couple of stories related to a site that has a huge collection (947 as I write). Some of you may know it. It has quite the variety but they are all related to desperation in some way. http://members.easyshag.com/femaledesperation/stories.html It'll probably bump you back to this page. If it does, just click the agree and then when the main site loads, there should be a link for stories on the right-hand sidebar. Here's one of the stories written by a member named Fugio: Hope you enjoy!

Welcome to: A (poorly) illustrated interactive adventure game! I've thought about doing something like this for a while, and it seems like interactive stories are becoming more and more of a thing here, and with Summer here, I decided to just go ahead and do it! You all know how these work. As the plot moves along, you'll be presented with a series of choices, and the decisions you make affect how things turn out. Where this story ultimately goes is totally up to you! But of course, whatever path you choose, desperation/wetting will always rear its head. * * * * * It's warm out today, and the sky is clearer and bluer than it's been in a while. You're happy to have the week off. Another day cooped up in that dark, poorly-ventilated, god-awful office and you might have just jumped out the window and pancaked on 97th Street. You stroll down shady, tree-lined 45th Avenue, flanked by fancy boutiques selling fine furniture, fruity flatware, blouses and bikinis in the latest fashion, and a hundred other things you could never afford on an accountant's salary. Not that you're too interested in any of that stuff anyway, but it's fun to window shop. With a slow, relaxed gait, you make your way south along 45th, down to Miltonberg Central Park. One last pedestrian crossing, and you're not in the city anymore; you're on an island of foliage and open fields in a choppy concrete sea, eight blocks long and five blocks wide, that none of the numbered streets can penetrate. It's a beautiful morning, and you're surprised how few people are around. Usually, the park would be busy this time of day, whatever the weather was like. Then, you remember there's a lot going on today: a match at the stadium, a parade down Center Street. . . And most of the park's wealthier visitors are probably out of town this time of the year. Lovely! You don't mind how empty the place is. Frankly, the quieter, the better. You find a bench and sit down to rest for a minute. You haven't given much thought to what you're going to do here. Will you just walk around or what? There are a few things you've got with you. You decide to make a little inventory: 　 　 　 You have: -1 Bottle of Water -1 Flashlight -1 Wallet ($45.00 and a Debit Card) -1 Hard Candy -1 Stick of Gum (Sardine Paste/Mango) -1 Cell Phone -1 Pen -1 Lucky Key -1 Fleece Blanket Not much you can do with any of this really. It occurs to you that you should have brought a book or a magazine. And why do you even have a flashlight? Maybe you could just lay the blanket down somewhere and take a nap. You haven't been getting enough sleep lately. As you're about to get up, something catches your eye, something shiny, like a little fleck of glitter in the sky. "An airplane?" you say to yourself, but you quickly discount this possibility. The thing zigzags around, zipping along one way, coming to a sudden stop, and darting off in some other direction, as though it were looking for something. Before you know it, it's coming your way, and it doesn't look like it's going to stop. Naturally, you're a little afraid, but your curiosity overcomes your self-preservation instincts, and you stand firm as the thing draws closer. It was only a silver fleck from a distance, but now you can see a ring of red lights, and a dome glowing a faint yellow, and you can make out a shape -- some sort of raised disk. . . "A flying saucer. . ." The strange craft halts abruptly about a hundred feet above a fountain. For a moment, it stays there, spinning and hovering, as if deciding on what it wants to do next. Then, with a smooth, easy motion, the saucer descends as it glides over to a nearby plaza. Not wanting to lose sight of it, you give chase. Luckily, it isn't moving very fast, and you can keep up with it easily. At last settling on a landing spot, the craft sprouts three silver legs as it gently touches down on the stones of the plaza. A slit appears on the thing's shiny, seamless exterior, widening until it's just large enough for a person to pass through. A ramp emerges, seemingly from nowhere, and offers a path between the entryway and the ground. 　 　 You try to peek into the craft, but it's too dark inside to see anything from where you are. All you can see in the doorway is an ominous green glow. Wait! Did something move in there? You thought it might have just been a trick of the eye. But when you start to hear a quiet, melodic "tap, tap, tap," you're sure you weren't mistaken. Suddenly, a loud, piercing tone emanates from the vessel, assaulting your ears and almost causing you to black out. Thankfully, you manage to remain conscious as the sound tapers off. As a pigeon plummets from the sky, smacking headfirst into the craft's hull, you realize not everyone might have been so lucky. You wonder if it's dead. Momentarily diverting your attention from the offending UFO, you notice in the distance that none all the cars on the adjacent streets have stopped. . . You wonder if the drivers. . . The rhythmic "tap, tap, tap" snaps your focus right back on finding out who, or what, might be responsible for what has just happened. Heart racing, still trembling from the aftereffects of the tone, you take a few hesitant steps forward. Something's there. Standing in the doorway of the craft, now illuminated by the Sun but wreathed from behind by the craft's green glow, is: A) a buxom alien babe B) a handsome alien hunk C) a cute and cuddly critter D) an ineffectual invader E) all of the above F) none of the above (Please specify, preferably using alliteration ________________ ) 　 EDIT: If you are selecting one of the main options, please give some details about what you want them to look like. For instance, if you select C, say if you want the critter fuzzy or pink or something like that. Thank you!

Chapter One The sun was blazing with unbearable heat as I jogged on the track with my friend Lillian. Well, she wasn’t exactly my friend…to be honest she was all I had left since my best friend moved to Florida and the whole school saw me as a nerdy, sheltered dweeb. I fucking hated that school, and though I told myself that time spent with Lillian made things better, it actually did quite the opposite. “Come on, Amber! Almost there!” Lillian turned her head and she saw me trailing behind, gasping for air and a drink of water. “The last lap is almost over, let’s go!” The demanding woman turned her view forward again and finished the lap. She took every wide step with confidence, and I found myself watching her blonde ponytail drift side to side until she slowed down to a stop and worked to catch her breath. There I was; out of shape, chubby, worn out, and struggling with the fiber of my being to run the last few yards. I was clenching the air with my fists as I ran, appearing as if I was pulling myself on an imaginary rope. My speed was below average but I finally managed to finish the lap. I sat on the ground, nearly collapsed, and breathed violently out of pure exhaustion. “It’s about time you finished.” Said Lillian, handing me a water bottle. Her face was stern and deprived of any sympathy for my weakness. “You’ve improved a bit but I know you could do better.” “Thank you…Lillian…” I mumbled, discretely annoyed at Lillian’s heartless criticism. “…for agreeing to do this work out with me…to help me lose weight…” I tucked my thin brown hair behind my ear and tilted my head back to drink some water. It felt like liquid heaven entering into my system. I finished off that bottle in a minute’s time, wishing for more. “No problem. You’re the one who created this work out plan, so if anyone should be slacking off near the end, it shouldn’t be you.” Lillian took another sip of her bottle and set it down next to her feet, on the brown, gravely track of Greenwood High School. Emerald green gleamed her determined eyes as she began to do simple stretches of her arms and legs. Under my breath I reluctantly apologized. “I’m…sorry…” While she was busy stretching, I decided to sneak the water bottle from next to her and chug it, for I didn’t want to bother her with any more words. “While you’re at it, Amber, don’t drink so much water at once. It will make you throw up, and though that would help you lose weight, it wouldn’t be in the healthiest way.” Appearing irritated, Lillian walked off to get her bag which she had left elsewhere on the track, not too far from their current spot. “That’s mean…” My feelings were crushed beneath the harshness of her words. “It’s common sense.” Is all that Lillian said in response. I wanted to scream, but I knew that would only cause more problems, so I remained seated and silent. Lillian always had this dire need to control people and to speak her mind without using a filter. This was a couple of years ago, back when I was extremely shy and easily manipulated, so at the time, I considered Lillian as a friend. I convinced myself that her brutal honesty was helping me become a better person, so I figured it would be best to not speak against it. Lillian was a psychic vampire, I know it…she would feed off of other people’s energies to get what she wanted, she would force people to do things her way…what a bitch! Though she and I have both changed in positive ways over the past 2 years, it still angers me to remember all the times I let Lillian use me like a fucking doormat. Without her toying with me though…I would have felt completely alone. Finally, I stood up. Lillian had retrieved her bag and was heading to the school gym like we did every week after jogging on the track. She didn’t even tell me. She knew I would follow. I lazily left our plastic water bottles behind and started walking faster to catch up. While she was almost to the gym doors, I was only rushing on the long field of grass that lie before the school campus, and from a distance, Lillian was the size of a bug I could catch with my hand. If only I had gotten off of my fat ass sooner! As I continued to walk I could feel the fatness of my belly jiggle with every step, and with that I began to feel insecure about my body image. Right then and there I wanted to throw up to lose a few pounds, like Lillian had mentioned. Maybe she would be nicer to me, then. “Hurry up, Amber!” The big-busted blonde shouted; her hand on the gym door. I was making progress; I could see Lillian a lot better now and it wouldn’t be much longer before I’d arrive to her destination. I kept that in mind as I turned my power walk into a light jog. Suddenly though, I had to stop. It took me until after jogging the mile to notice how long it had been since I used the toilet, which was approximately the 2nd half of that school day, plus my workout with Lillian. My bladder sent an uncomfortable urge through my lower abdomen, causing me to stop for a moment with my legs clamped tight. Now that I think about it, I know I drank too much that day. I even had a can of soda at lunch! I instantly regretted not taking a bathroom break at school! I sucked it up and started to jog again, successfully ignoring the tight feeling of my bladder as I crossed the street and caught up to Lillian at the door. “You are so slow…” She muttered, opening the door and heading inside. “We haven’t even done much yet. 40 sit ups and some dumbbell work and you’ll be done for this week.” I fought against my anger and silenced my revengeful thoughts toward Lillian. We entered the workout room of the school, where there were many machines and dumbbells and medicine balls and punching bags. While Lillian had experience with all of the types of machines in that room, I had only worked with a few in the past. “Ok, Amber. Since you’re still recovering from our light workout, I’ll do the sit ups first. Keep count please.” I nodded and watched Lillian sit on the ground and lean back, with her pale kneecaps in the air. I began to think to myself about the dumbbell work, and how I had never written that in the exercise plan… “Well, what are you waiting for?” She asked as I still stood. “Sit down and hold my feet! At least you get to sit for Christ sake!” I clenched my teeth in rage and sat down to press my palms onto her white tennis shoes. To hide my upset desire to backlash at her cold remarks, I tilted my head down and let my short hair fall upon my face. “Whenever you’re ready, Lillian…” I muttered. And at that, she started her sit ups. “One…two…three…” I counted. In sacrifice of my anger, I glanced at Lillian for a little bit while she was exercising. I remember how vividly beautiful she was that day. Her eyes were closes, making her long eyelashes more noticeable…her skin was a fine and pale complexion…her brows were perfectly arched. And I couldn’t help but notice how her large breasts bounced beneath her white tee shirt after each sit up. I couldn’t deny it: I was deeply attracted to her. If it wasn’t for her power-hungry, selfish personality, I would have told her. “28, 29, 30, 31…” The pressure of my bladder distracted me from my dreamy thoughts. I flinched, keeping both hands on Lillian’s shoes, and I felt my bladder threatening to leak out from my capri-length sweatpants and onto the hard, thin carpeted floor. As I continued to count, I quickly positioned myself to where one of my heels pressed tightly against my vagina. It served as a good holding agent. “38, 39, 40. Ok Lil, you’re done.” I let go of her feet and she smiled in accomplishment of her work. “Alright then. Your turn.” She spoke those words softly, eyeing me as if she believed I would attempt to bail out of my own exercise plan. I forced myself to forget about my need to use the bathroom and lay down on the ground, just like Lillian did before. I felt her firmly holding down my feet so I wouldn’t have a chance at escape. In every aspect of my life back then, I felt trapped…unable to escape from people’s manipulation and control. I choked back a tear and squeezed my eyes in pure desperation. This will only take a minute. I thought to myself. Once I’m done, I’ll make a run for it. “Ready…” Lillian spoke. I crossed my arms over my chest and waited to begin. “GO!” I made haste in my workout, ignoring the pain of doing sit ups and focusing on holding in my urine. “5, 6, 7, 8…” Lillian was counting, making me more desperate to release all that was inside of me. The image of the number 40 was in my head, and I did my best to keep it there to stay focused on my goal and to not allow my thoughts to linger on my full bladder. By the time I got to 15, I had to stop for a moment. I remained plopped on my back, gasping for more air, desiring the ability to finish the workout so I could go pee. “Keep going, Amber!” Demanded Lillian. “You’re almost half way there, keep going!” At that point my knees started shaking all over the place, and I knew my bladder would give way if I didn’t move my body. I had to keep going, or else… “OK!” For once I yelled at Lillian, and my strength to do sit ups returned throughout the flame of my irritation. She suddenly got silent. I had never yelled at her before. “24, 25, 26…” I struggled to keep my knees still as I pressed on, and I could see the image of the number 40 being replaced with a toilet. Almost there. Almost there. I kept thinking. “Why are you moving your fucking knees?!” She exclaimed. Lillian suddenly placed her knees on my shoes and held my legs together with both hands. “You’re at 30 now, you can do it! 31, 32, 33…” With nothing else being used to hold in my pee, my desperation spiked to a whole new level. I couldn’t stand the pain pulsing in my lower abdomen anymore. I managed to squeeze in a few more sit ups, but at 37 I could no longer last without a holding aide. My back fell upon the floor again and I squirmed and struggled against the floodgate preparing to open. I removed my crossed arms from my chest and held my crotch firmly with both hands. Somehow I broke from Lillian’s strong grip on my knees, and I crossed one leg over the other. I hoped it would help me gain control so I could stand up and run to the bathroom. Lillian just sat there, looking confused and shocked at my ability to break from her strong hold. “Um…Amber?” I squirmed against my hands so hard, but nothing I did was helping my bad situation. Gasps of embarrassment escaped from my mouth, for I felt myself leaking and all of my attempts to hold it had failed miserably. Tears were in my eyes as I was defeated by the call of nature. A loud, hissing sound filled the room, and my panties were already flooded. Lillian blushed and continued to sit there, not knowing what to do or say in the midst of my accident. I fell on my side, still holding myself with my legs crossed, and the floodgates opened completely…despite my position. Lillian got a view of my backside with all of the pee dribbling out from my pussy, down my back thigh, and onto the floor. A puddle formed beneath me and I was crying in humiliation. It was horrible. And she still didn’t do anything. When the hissing had stopped and my bladder completely emptied itself, I moved not even a muscle. I felt like I could have died right there, ashamed, in my own fucking puddle. “Amber…” Lillian neared me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Are you ok?” I was shaking. Furious. Angry. It was the last fucking straw. “DO YOU THINK I’M OK, LIL?!” I yelled, standing up swiftly. A big wet spot was apparent on my crotch as well as down my legs, but I didn’t care. “This is the kind of shit that happens when you control people like puppets! I am sick of your shit, I don’t deserve your insults or your bossiness, and I don’t want to be your fucking friend anymore!” I thrust my head down immediately and cried, falling on my knees in exhaustion and hitting the warm wet ground with my fist. I kept crying for a few more minutes, and that’s when she finally said something. “Amber…you’re right.” I looked up at her, speechless, wanting her to continue. She spoke no more, but I could see a hint of sadness in her eyes. I couldn’t see past my blurred vision clearly enough to know whether or not she was crying. “Just go, Lillian! JUST GO!” I continued to cry both in embarrassment and in anger. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to see me sitting in my own puddle of pee. She angered me for the last time. I watched her as she walked over to her bag, picked it up, and tossed me a pair of sweatpants from inside of it. She avoided eye contact and said, “You deserve better. I’m sorry.” With her head sunken down low, Lillian left me alone in the workout room, crying, humiliated, and frustrated at my life. There was a pounding in my head. I developed a headache from all of the stress, and I just had to go home before anyone would see the puddle I left in the room. Quickly, I took off my soaked pants and darkened blue panties, and changed into the pants that Lillian had shockingly lent to me. I wondered why she suddenly felt sympathy for my situation and apologized…it was nice of her, but I just didn’t get it. Tears continued to sting my eyes as I tossed the soaked clothes in the trash and went outside to walk home. I knew Lillian’s twisted, torturous tendencies…and I wanted to cry even more at the thought of her telling the whole school about my embarrassing accident. I didn’t care if Lillian said sorry. I didn’t trust that bitch at all! My life would be worse the next day at school as soon as everyone would know about my childish episode. I wanted to hide away in my room and disappear forever…

It started yesterday while shopping for clothes at the mall. I just got done eating a slice of pizza and 3 large drinks. From all that I can feel my bladder beginning to start. I knew I always had a diaper on so I gone ahead and started to pee. But wait a min!!! I said to myself..."Did I put on my diaper on today?" Ahhhhhhh... I yelled as I can feel a warm wetness of pee running down my pants. As I notice people looking & few others laughing. So I grab the nearest pants I could fine and ran to the changing room. It was the worst day of my life. :(

For my first post here, I decided to start an interactive omorashi story. The premise of the story is that my robotic character, Mizuwado, has awoken alone in the lab. I will give everyone information on my character, then set the scene before letting everyone choose between the options. Mizuwado Species: Robot/A.I. Gender: None Age: Was completely built a week ago; has the mental state of a 14-19 year old. Personality: Trusts everyone they meet and believe almost anything, enjoys learning, always tries to complete every task Likes: Completing goals, meeting people, learning, drinking water Dislikes: Long periods of nothing happening, waiting, being physically injured in any way, having a full bladder Now, for me to set the scene: Time: 2:00 AM Date: January 16, 2031 Mizuwado awakens to find themself lying on his back on the ground. The last thing he remembers is his creator (Kanja Sumato) teaching them about his power source: water. Mizuwado's attention is then brought to a feeling in their his abdomen, making them remember how their master told them that they had to empty his artificial bladder once they feeled it up a bit too much. Unfortunately, a storm had hit before they had been told where to find the place to empty it, causing the power to go out and Mizuwado to shut off for a few hours. Mizuwado got onto their feet before turning on their night vision and scanned the room. On the table directly behind him was a book called The Robot-Teaching Guide, a bottle of almost-empty water and a crudely-drawn map of the building. On the ground was a red rug that was not centered correctly. On the wall hung a Degree in Software Design and a photo of his creator. A trash can was filled with crumbled-up pieces of paper (with paper all around the trash can too), among with other things. There was a door to their left that led to the Lab, and a much more metallic door led to the hallway. 1. Go to the kitchen 2. Go into the hallway 3. Lift rug 4. Look in the trash can 5. Other <I hope people have fun playing this game!>

I have always had this story idea but never seen anybody write about it. I have no talent as a writer so I wanted to ask the community if anybody was up for a story challenge. Heres the basic outline... "A story were a girl (girl from a TV show or authors own creation, authors choice) is invited to go on her boy friends boat. She agrees on the condition that she can make it a double date. She invites her best friend and her best friends boy friend to the boat with her. The day of the date the four get on the boyfriends boat and head out on the sea to fish, tan, relax, ect. The boat it self is big enough to accommodate them but lacks a bathroom. All four know if you need to urinate you just wade in the water and go but the girls stomach begins to hurt once their far from the harbor. She desperately tries to hold, what she now knows is diarrhea, with her best friend catching on to her struggle and trying to convince the two guys to turn back to the harbor using various excuse's and lies trying to convince them but to no avail. Finally after a hour of battling with her bowels, she cant hold it anymore and being unable to lift her legs, without accident, to get on the step latter so she can jump into the water, she sits on the side of the boat and pulling to the side/pulling down her pants/swimsuit (Authors choice on what she's wearing)has loud, violent, and gassy diarrhea off the side of the boat. I would really appreciate it if someone made a story out of this, I have always wanted to see a story about this and also dont be afraid to change it a little bit, maybe even get the girls friend some diarrhea problems herself I just ask that the girl be embarased and desperate. Thanks again.

So what is more important to you in a fan fiction (specifically for Omorahi, not in general)? The Story? The scenes? or the characters? I have something in the works right now, but in editing it, I have found some Character inconstancy's. But does it really matter? Or do people just skip to the scenes they want to read?

I'm asking the question here. So, I'd like to post a story or two on this site, but the problem is that they are in Serbian, so I will probably have to translate them. Would you like me to translate the other story and post it, since the first one is rather long and complex? It's about a boy who hits puberty and learns about his sexuality, and then he suddenly discovers the pleasure of omorashi!

Hello! I'm thinking of writing some sort of story or interactive story. I've seen many complaints and also truly have the desire to share one I have written on my own- so without further ado, I am simply inquiring which of these you would like to see - A female mercenary in a medieval setting, most likely - Some sort of world where magic is very common, a fantasy setting. (Again, female main character, but explain which role would be preferred. Perhaps priestess, college student of magic, etc.) - A very mundane, normal setting that involves going to school and likely a turbulent home life. State which of these would be most preferred and whether you would prefer an interactive story or a normal story, please! The interactive story may not be as interactive as most because I will have two to three options, I would like to follow some sort of plot but the choices will still be available Also feel free to list any other requests! This is a request post essentially, and will be locked with a link to the actual story when ready!

Okay, so first off, I am a massive fan of the text games that I have already played (the two main ones being Melissa Explains It All and A Date With Jenny) and I'm quite disappointed that there aren't many more, so I thought I'd make my own. My motivation to do this has fluctuated, but I have finally made some headway and hope to finish it soon. How soon, I don't know: it could be tomorrow, it could be in several weeks' time. The general concept of this game is similar to the afore-mentioned games (except mine, unfortunately, has significantly less content than those games): you are going on a date with a girl with the intention of getting her desperate. As desperation is the only thing I'm interested in omorashi-wise, I feel the need to apologise if my description of an event such as a wetting is in any way poor and/or underwhelming. I will implement such endings in the game A) Because, even though I'm not interested in them, many of you are, and B) The girl always making it at the end seems like a huge anti-climax. I won't give away any other details about the game, but I would like to encourage people to play the game once I've finished, give feedback, and, by all means, start your own one, whether it's based on mine or not. Hell, if you want to alter an aspect of my game slightly (i.e. rewrite an ending), I'd be more than happy for you to do so. My main reason for doing this game in the first place, after all, was so that there would be more games like this. On a quick side-note, I am posting this in Omorashi General as opposed to Interactive Stories as the latter section seems to only contain stories where the community decides the direction of the storyline via a majority vote, whereas, in my game, every player has total choice of their own path, which is why I've avoided placing my post in that forum. However, the moderators are, of course, the experts, so feel free to move this post as you see fit.

DIIINNNGG! The school bell went. Rose finished her 3rd bottle of water during the whole 1 hour lunch period. "Should I go to the bathroom?" Rose asked her best friend, Farah. Farrah had just finished chugging her 2nd bottle of water and threw it in the bathroom. "Nah, you'll be okay." Farah said and walked to her locker. *Fast foward to the end of the day* Rose felt her bladder filling up. "I should've went to the bathroom..." She said in her mind. She knew Mrs. Trash -- Er, Mrs. Thratchs wouldn't let her go while she's 'teaching'. After 10 minutes, Rose was near desperation. It wasn't at the point of crossing her legs but she was tensing up. "Now," the teacher said, "any questions before the bell rings?" Finally.. She could soon feel relief. DIIIIINNNGG, the school bell went. Rose sprinted to the bathrooms but they were closed. "Damn," she cursed in her head. She caught up with Farah. "You have to go too?" She asked. Rose nodded. Even though she drank more than her, Farah was far beyond the desperation point. "I really have to go," Farah whimpered quietly, "I don't even know if I can hold it for the walk home, can I come to your home?" Rose responded, "Yeah of course!" *Fast Foward to the walk home* Rose was definitely at the desperation point and began to have a bladder bulge. Farah began to regain control but was still pretty desperate. They couldn't go anywhere because there were cars and kids walking to homes and buildings. "I have to go really bad..." Rose whispered to her mate. Farah, hearing those words, began to lose control and became far beyond her point and desperation. "We have to go in a building, I'm gonna pee!" She said slightly loud. Rose nodded. She looked around for buildings but they were all closed and all the bathrooms were full or closed. "I don't think I can hold it much longer." Farah said and began walker quicker. Her bladder bulge began to show and it looked swollen and painful. Rose was beginning to have a bigger bulge and slowed her walking. "I'm gonna lose it if I walk any faster!" She shouted. She whimpered, and took baby steps. It was like a faucet slowly turning. She stopped walking and held her crotch. A tiny spurt escaped and she clenched her muscles and winced. "I can't hold it any longer.." She said. Farah, just as desperate, said "Come just a few more blocks!" Those words encouraged her, She regained control. Farah however, began to slow her walking, and almost doubled over at one point. Her bulge looked like she was gonna explode. "It's right there Farah!" Rose shouted. Farah nodded and got herself together. They were nearly barely walking when they approached the front of the house. "I'm gonna lose it!" Rose shouted and bit her lip. A small spurt escaped and she put her hand in between her thighs. She threw Farah the keys she took a while to find the right one. "Oh god oh god." Farah said nearing her limit. She finally found the right one and the nearly busted through the door. Rose ran to the bathroom door, Farah behind her. "ME FIRST!" She said almost pushing her, that made Roses bladder push out another spurt and it began to leak through her panties. "No Me!" Rose shouted and pushed Farah. "No no noooo!" Her bladder couldn't take it any longer. A spurt escaped and it showed through her pants, but she had control again. Rose ran in.. But the toilet was clogged. A spurt escaped leaking through her panties and was very noticibal. "I'm gonna pee!" She yelled. With Farahs quick thinking her slowly wobbled up the stairs and looked through a closet for a towel. A spurt escaped and this time it was hard to stop. "oh no no noooOOO!" Farah laid down a towel and quickly pulled down her pants. The flow began to go out harder and she didn't have to time to take her underwear off. It hissed and she just squated. It was painful to release at first. Rose saw it all, and couldn't hold it in any longer. A big spurt escaped and went through her jeans like a rocket. She wobbled to the closet and grabbed a towel and quickly pulled her panties off. She still had to lay the towel down but couldn't stop the flow She let it flow on the wooden floor and whimpered. "Ugh..." Her face grew red. "I'm so sorry Rose..." Farah apologized. "It's alright!" She responded and smiled. Rose still was peeing. Finally, she finished. The next day it was awkward for these girls but they were somewhat closer than ever. THE END

Check Mate - A Desperate Experience from my School Years A true experience, remembered from a long time ago, and fictionalised as best I can.......: Several years ago, when I was at secondary school (High School for those in the USA!) I was a member of the school chess team. We used to play tournaments at our school, and visiting other schools. These always took place after the end of the school day. We always played in school uniform as we were representing the school, so I was dressed in my grey school trousers, white shirt, blue and yellow school tie, and my blue school blazer. So on this day, I'd done a full school day, then after school, we all got into the minibus, and drove across the town to a school on the other side where todays tournament was happening. I'd gone for a pee earlier in the afternoon, but didn't go before we left. But really, I should have been fine. We arrived at the school and went into the classroom where the tournament was happening. An average classroom, brown wooden parquet floor, grey and white wooden desks, with metal legs. Plastic school chairs. Windows down one side of the room looked out onto the twilight of the winters afternoon. It was all set out as usual, with 6 or 7 desks pulled out, a chair on each side, and a chess board between. Water was provided - two cups and two bottles on each desk. First game underway, and I was concentrating hard, absentmindedly drinking water as I pondered and considered my moves. Forty-five minutes later, the match was over. I won. When each pair had finished their first round match, we all swapped round, reset the chessboards, and the waters got replenished. It was pretty hot and stuffy in the classroom, the heating full blast on this cold winters day, so plenty of the water was being drunk. A general hubbub of conversation surrounded the reset, scraping of chairs on the floor as people stretched their legs. The second round started, the room fell silent again, only broken by the occasional scuffing of the chess pieces being moved on the boards, and the sounds of water being poured and drunk. This match went long. About an hour later, my opponent finally check mated me, and it was over. By this time, I was aware that the water I had drunk was beginning to have an effect on my bladder. I needed a pee. Not desperately yet, but the sensation was there - the tension in my bladder, the pinpricking urge in the end of my penis. My game was the last one to finish, so we were quickly reset, and into the third and final round. I was still pretty confident that I could make it through this game and back to my school, then go for a pee. I sat down opposite my opponent, and crossed my legs, squeezing my thighs together for a moment as I did so. My urge subsided slightly. I looked across at my opponent. A very pretty girl, of about my own age. Helena. As she opened the game, I shifted in my seat, and crossed my legs the other way. It helped a bit, but my bladder was filling. I could really feel the tension in my lower abdomen, the urge in my crotch intensified. I wiggled slightly in my chair, trying to numb the urges, and focussed on the game. Helena was a good player - challenging every attack I made, constantly on the ball, making her moves quickly, precisely. We played on, my fidgeting growing as time passed. I was really in a bad way by now, desperate to pee, clenching and clenching my muscles, trying to fidget as little as possible so that hopefully neither Helena nor anyone else would realise my predicament. I was at that shy stage of young teenage years where you really don't like to admit to the need for bodily functions - particularly not in front of pretty girls that you've only just met. Our game lasted fifty minutes, give or take a few. Helena won. She probably would have on any day, but today especially, I simply couldn't focus properly. I made silly mistakes, and she immediately seized on them and capitalised. I shook hands with her, pushed my chair back, and carefully stood up, clenching hard to avoid shaking my legs or squirming. It was no good. There was no way I was going to make it through the minibus ride back to school. I looked for a teacher, found one, and asked if I could use a toilet. He frowned. It was 5pm by now, way after the school would normally be open and the caretakers might have started shutting up for the night. They might still be open though and he told me where they were. So far, I'd managed all this pretty discreetly, but then to my horror he called Helena over - "Helena, could you show this young man where the boys toilets are?" I blushed, crimson red, a prickly heat of embarrassment flowing over me. But I was in no position to back out - I HAD to go. Standing on the spot I was fighting the urge to squirm and jiggle up and down, or grab myself to numb the desperate urge in my penis for a moment. A delicate blush painted Helena's cheek - she too, was clearly not comfortable. She led the way out of the room, down the corridor. I tried to keep a step or two behind her, so that she wouldn't notice my sightly stiff walk, my hand in my pocket, my occasional squeezing of my penis as I fought to hold my desperate young bladder. Turn, first left, then right. Up another corridor. Silence. No small talk. Helena walked hurriedly, not turning to look at me. The sound of her steps on the tiled floor echoed in the empty corridor. I shuffled equally hurriedly behind her. Please let them be open. Please. Please. Please. As we approached the toilets, I gave my penis one last squeeze and clenched hard. Just in time. Helena turned to face me. "Here they are." "Thank you!" I turned to the door and pushed it. Unyeilding. Locked. My heart sank. It must have showed in my face. "Wait," Helena said, "I'll try the girls for you, I can always stand outside and make sure nobody goes in." I could have kissed her. Though clearly embarrassed by the whole situation, she was trying her best for me. She stepped across the corridor to the girls. Taking the opportunity of her turned back, I bounced up and down behind her, squeezing my legs together, fighting, fighting, fighting to hold it in. Helena raised a hand to the girls toilet door and pushed. It too was locked. I began to panic. There was no way I could hold it all the way home. I straightened up just before she turned back to me, but not quite in time. She caught me straightening, and immediately looked away. "Are you going to be ok?" she asked, real concern in her voice. "Yes," I lied, "I'll be fine, I'll just wait till we get back." Back through the corridors, Helena walking ahead of me, me lagging behind, hand in my pocket again, squeezing my penis, desperately trying to numb the intense urge in it's tip enough to keep my pee in. I could feel the muscles in the base of my penis fluttering with the effort of clenching, and the fullness of my bladder heavy in my lower abdomen. As we reached the classroom again my teammates were just leaving to get back on the bus. I turned to follow them. "Bye,' said Helena suddenly, "sorry I could't help." I turned, briefly forced a smile, then followed out of the building towards the bus. I chose a seat at the back of the bus, with a row to myself. The bus was a 16 seater, and there were only 7 in the chess team, so spreading out was not a problem thank goodness. As the bus pulled out of the school, I sat and squirmed in my seat, willing my muscles to hold on that little bit longer, willing my bladder to be big enough to hold to school. Minutes passed. The bus rocked, shuddered and jolted as we drove back through the town, every jolt, every turn sending spasms through my bladder. About half way home the urge intensified suddenly. I clenched hard, sat forward, rocked back and forth in my seat, grabbed my penis and squeezed for all I was worth. Clench. Clench. I felt my muscles flutter. CLENCH. Squeeze. Flutter again. I felt a spurt escape, felt it flow though my tubes, felt it come out of the tip, and felt it's dampness against my fingers through my trousers. Shit. Panicking, I bounced up and down, violently squeezing myself, clenching as hard as I could. Another spurt. Another, another. I was losing control. I could feel my boxers growing wet around me, as I kept squeezing myself I could feel the crotch of my trousers dampening against my fingers. Shit, shit, shit. I looked around. Nobody was watching, everyone else looking out of the windows of the bus into the darkness as we drove through the housing estate around the school. Nearly there. Squirming and clenching like mad, I regained a bit of control, and held back the spurting. I looked down at my crotch. Even in the darkness of the bus I could see my trousers had a wet patch. How was I going to get off the bus? I did up my blazer. It covered my crotch, just. I kept squirming, kept clenching - if I could just hold on 5 more minutes I could be off the bus and into the toilets at school. The minutes passed slowly. My young, tired muscles struggled. I felt another spurt escape, fresh wetness flowing into my boxers and trousers. Grabbing myself and squeezing myself I stopped the flow again. I could feel the pee against the inside of my leg, the fabric of my trousers growing wet from it. The bus stopped. Engine died into silence. Among the bustle of people getting bags and coats I gingerly stood, one hand in my pocket, one hand holding my blazer in place trying to disguise that I had started to wet myself. Everyone got off the bus ahead of me. I shuffled down it, and stepped off, every step I took threatening to overpower my control, threatening my clenched muscles. Another spurt. I squeezed myself and kept squeezing, trying to physically prevent any more pee coming out, though I could feel my full, tortured, tired bladder contracting, trying to force it out. I could't clench against it anymore, I just couldn't. My muscles had given up. I tried as hard as I could to keep tightening them against the flow. The urge I felt was unbearable, my bladder contracting, forcing pee through my penis, my hand squeezing it closed. Half running, half shuffling I made for the Lower School building. The lights were still on. I could see a cleaner inside. I felt trickle of pee escape, running out of me, into my crotch. I could feel the warm wet feeling spread down my leg. Into the building, past the cleaner. Crashed into the unlocked door of the boys toilet. In front of a urinal. Hand away. I clenched as hard as I could to hold it back, but I couldn't. As I struggled with my fly, bouncing and squirming like mad, the dam burst and I felt my pee spraying out of me, into my uniform trousers. Fly undone. Hand in through the fly, grabbed my penis and pulled it out, spraying pee everywhere as I did. Aim. Unclench. Release. The spurting spray turned into a torrent against the urinal. I felt my whole body relax, the tension of the last hour flowing out of me. My boxers, the crotch of my trousers and the inside of my trouser legs were soaked. Finally, my flow subsided. Final couple of spurts, shake, and put myself away and re-zipped my fly. My blazer could't cover the damage anymore. I walked quickly past the cleaner, blushing beat red, hoping against hope they wouldn't notice. I pushed open the school door and walked out into the night air, for a very damp walk home. Cg125

Here is my first story for you: Lara grinned as she stepped onto the hot sand. The beach was crowded today, but she was able to spot a nice clearing fit enough for spreading a lounge chair and enjoying the sunlight. But she wasn't really here for the sun, or the ocean. She was here because the beach was the one place she hadn't wet herself since she arrived. The first three hours after her arrival were spent christening her friend Kiki's beach house she had rented for the week. Kiki had explained, with a little bit of reluctance, that she and her mother were very "free" about where they used the restroom. Since it was their beach house and they could afford to replace anything that was ruined, they went whenever they felt the need. All Kiki asked was that Lara clean after herself and wash all soiled linens. The idea intrigued Lara more than she expected and once she turned the key and opened the front door of the beach house, the butterflies in her stomach began to flutter. She had felt the need to pee for about an hour and knew she would not be able to hold on much longer. As she closed the door behind her, she spotted the bathroom across the room and to the left. As if the sight flipped some sort of switch in her body, she felt a wave of pressure in her bladder and she had to grab herself to keep from exploding right there in the doorway. The room she was standing in had a long leather couch, two soft-cushioned chairs, a big television, and a long coffee table with a vase of bright flowers and a fancy looking jar of seashells and sand. Lara only had a few seconds to admire these things, though, as her bladder pulsed with another wave of pressure. She gasped as a small trickle dampened her panties. "Oh, shit," she mumbled. She caught sight of the bathroom again and her body seemed to be begging her to run there, relieve the pressure. Oddly, she did not move. Kiki's words kept repeating in her mind: "You can pee wherever you want. Just go." Another wave of pressure caused a bigger trickle escape. Now she could feel the wetness on her fingers as they touched the crotch of her shorts. "Oh, my God, I've got to pee so bad." "Just go" she heard again. "Mmm. I can't hold it. Oh." Deciding to take Kiki's advice, she scanned the room to find the best place to relieve her bladder. Since she was not used to peeing anywhere other than the bathroom (and occasionally the pool), she thought it might be easier if she sat down somewhere and maybe pretended she were on the toilet. Unable to resist, Lara darted to the nearest chair, yanking her jean shorts and panties down as she did so. She immediately fell in love with the feeling of the soft cushions against her naked bottom and vagina. The pressure was agonizing now as she spread her legs and released the hold on her bladder. Nothing. The pressure continued and Lara felt as if she should be exploding right now, spraying her pee everywhere. Still nothing. The soreness in her abdomen was really uncomfortable as she sat there, waiting for something to happen. She knew, of course, that if she were on a toilet, she would be peeing right now, feeling the pressure subside. Instead, she was sitting naked on a lounge chair in her best friend's beach house, waiting in pain to soak the cushion under her. Lara closed her eyes. "Just pee." Kiki's voice was clear in her mind, a delightful and delicious invitation. Lara imagined that she were sitting on a nice warm toilet seat, her legs spread, ready to spray the porcelain inside with her warm pee. Something was happening. Finally. It began as a warm trickle that could barely be felt falling to her vagina. Then, the floodgates opened and she sighed as the cushion beneath her became warm and wet. "Oh God. Oh, I can't stop it. Mmm." Her pee came out hard and fast and she could feel it splashing against the cushion and all over her legs. As she opened her eyes, she pushed harder and grinned as the stream of pee gained strength and sprayed uncontrollably to the hardwood floor. Some of it splashed against her feet but she didn't care. This went on for almost a minute and when she finally finished, she was panting as she stared proudly at the puddle she had made on the floor.

EDIT: Sorry guys, but I decided to close this thread. Ended up that I actually had stuff to do today and lack any time to write. My apologies! ):

So, here we are. I've been thinking about sharing my story, like a biography but...smaller. Why? Because I have a lot to tell and no place to tell it, and this seems like a save place to talk about my tale of woe. So yeah, strap yourselves in, this gon' b gud. I was born in Februari of 1997 in Leiden, the Netherlands. My mom, let's call her Beth, was born in the Hague, but was raised in Duiven, a town on the border of Germany. My dad, we'll call him Peter, was also born in the Hague, but hadn't moved. Thet met in an appartment building. My dad was a guard there, and my mom was taking classes to become a nurse. The had a child, my sister Amanda, 2 years before I was born. The birth wasn't without complications; I was pushing against my mom's pelvis, but I'll get back to that later. My young years were pretty good. From the stories I heard I was a happy baby, quickly satisfied and not too troublesome. I went to a school nearby with my sister. I was a happy little guy in school as well, often cracking jokes, enjoying classes and wearing bright clothes. My mom took me to a doctor once to check out my feet, as she said they looked wrong, but he dismissed it. I moved to a diffrent schoolbuilding once, because the old one was getting demolished. My mom was in a wheelchair due to the problems with her pelvis, and went under the knife in around 2004. She slowly recovered and soon, she was able to walk without pain again, and things were looking up. I was an avid swimmer, and soon brought home certificate after certificate. Right now, I have about 13 of them, including one scuba diving certificate and first-aid swimming (don't question it.). I always was a tall kid, making people think I'd love basketball, but I hated it. I had something called "DCD", which basically means you can't aim for shit. But it was fine, I laughed my way through the day and enjoyed life to it's fullest... *instert threatening music here* Then...seventh grade happened. You see, I was always kind of a...reclusive kid, not really a going-out type and everything but a badass. Yet, classmates talked to me, and I considered them friends, even inviting them over for birthday parties and the like. However, everything changed when the depression nation attacked. I suddenly came to the realisation that they weren't laughing with me, but laughing about me. I realised how, when they played with me, I always got the shitty roles, barely even playing at all. And calling people "gay" and "stupid" wasn't friendly bater, it were insult, directed at me. My trust in humanity was destroyed, as was my happiness. Almost overnight I went from a super happy kid to a dark, depressed kid, who thought about things he shouldn't think about yet. It was like there had been a party, but I looked out of the window and saw the approaching appocalypse; the party was still there, but I was the only one who saw the pointlessness of it all. On top of that, my relationship with my dad was all but perfect. There would be times where we'd be fighting daily. And at that moment, when it seemed like it couldn't get worse...the bolts that held my moms pelvis together broke loose, and she was back to square one. She had another surgery, now with a sort of substitute-bone, and once again, she slowly recovered. My sister was ok, she went to school, she made homework, she had a slight fear of failiure and a low self image, but she was ok. Between the eight and nineth grade, I switched schools, for real this time. I went to a school for bodily handicaped people. Problem was: my classmates had hung out with eachother for eight years, and I was brand new, and I was the one left out again. This was the point that my love for videogames grew into an addiction. I escaped to a world that was better, friendlier and fairer than the real one, and for a moment I could forget my problems. I finished primairy school and moved on up. I did "HAVO", which is the third highest there is, while my sister did "Gymnasium", which was the highest. Then the fear started. Out of nowhere, a huge paranoia and fear struck me. This started, as I recall, with Herobrine: a myth in the Minecraft community. This went on and on, no medicine worked, and my state got progressively worse. I saw a psychiatrist who, I shit you not, became depressed halfway through and pretty much ditched me, explaining that "He couldn't deal with my negativity". I switched schools again after the third grade, as my school had lost the right to teach at an Havo level. I moved to a school aaaaaall the way to the north of the Netherlands, and it was a hell on earth. For two years, I'd be driven back and forth to a school with an Economy teacher who didn't like kids, an English teacher who let you solve all your problems yourself and a principal...oooooh the principal...if I had the chance, I'd punch him. The amount of times my parents were called over to discuss my "behaviour", with him telling them how I should take responsibility for my problems, and saying that they weren'd being constructive when they asked what was special about this "special" school. My mom actually walked out of a meeting crying once, after threatening to sue the school. This was also the first place I fell in love. It was a pretty, slightly tomboyish girl that we'll call Naomi. She was cute, cuddly and she drove me crazy. Yet, my heart was crushed as I found out she was a lesbian. We're still friends, even though I'm still crushing hard for her. This wasn't the last time by the way, after that there were about 7 other girls that turned out to be lesbian or bisexual, or, as Naomi put it: "You have a great gay-dar, just...the wrong way around..." Around that time, I was sick of being scared, and took my fear head-on. This was in 2014, and I started with reading the plot of a bunch of horror movies on Wikipedia. Around Oktober 2014, when FNaF came out. I watched youtube videos, skipping ahead to the jumpscares. My first full horror video I watched was in Januari 2015, being about FNaF 3. From here, I started moving on up, and in Oktober 2015, I watched my first full horror movie, Final Destination 5. From here I went on to watch all the Final Destination movies and all the Saw movies, and I was no longer scared. Two years, and I failed the exams. I was devistated. I'd burned through a lot of psychiatrists and therapies, and I hit rock bottom. On top of that; remember that my mom had my feet checked out? Yup, now I needed orthopedic shoes to prefent my feet from breaking sideways, making me walk on my legbone. My dad wasn't helping at all and my mom was struggling with a depression herself. I went to another school, this time in Leiden, and got my Havo certificate in a year, lightening the mood a bit. So, we're getting pretty recent. My parent's marriage is moving downhill, my dad has lungcancer and my sister has an unknown illness, and has been bedridden for about 5 months now. On the other hand, I got a good psychiatrist and medicine that make me feel way better, I mean, at least I don't wanna kill myself anymore. Pfew, that's quite something ey. I don't know WHY I want to share this, I just do. Welp....bye! Glenn

So, a while back I put up a story called "Zelda's Visit". Pretty soon I will be putting up another story that takes place in the same universe and follows the same character, but isn't strictly a sequel. Should I start a new topic in the forum for it or should I just post it in the old topic?

Maybe, someone here can translate this story (better than the google translater ;-)) Ich habe eine Geschichte für euch (leider nur in deutsch), zur Hälfte wahr, zur anderen Hälfte erdacht. Ihr könnt nun raten, welcher Teil erfunden ist und was davon tatsächlich geschehen ist. Drei Personen, die ich kenne (Namen geändert), haben mir die Geschichte erzählt, jeder der drei hat sie etwas anders erlebt. ;-) Die Erstsemester-Party Ich bin Laura, 21 Jahre alt, recht schlank und etwa 1,70m groß. Ich habe dunkelblonde halblange, leicht gelockte Haare und bin eigentlich ganz zufrieden mit mir. Ich hatte gerade meine langen letzten Schulferien hinter mir und bin in die Stadt gezogen. Hier werde ich die nächsten Jahre Betriebswirtschaft studieren, nicht besonders spannend aber dafür nicht so schwer und nach wie vor sehr gefragt. Ich hatte mich schon mit einer Nachbarin angefreundet. Sie heißt Marie und hat uns ihre Hilfe angeboten, als ich und mein Bruder, der drei Jahre älter ist und auch in der Stadt wohnt, meine Studentenbude eingerichtet haben. An diesem Abend, mein Bruder hat sich nach getaner Arbeit verzogen, haben wir noch lange im halb eingerichteten Zimmer gesessen und gequatscht und es war klar, wir sind auf einer Wellenlänge! Sie studiert auch in meiner Uni, ist aber schon ein Jahr länger da. Sie war es dann auch, die mich zu meiner ersten Studentenfeier begleitet hat. An der Hochschule gibt es den Brauch, dass die höheren Semester eine Party für "die Neuen" organisieren. Man ist unter sich und lernt sich kennen, schließlich muss man es eine längere Zeit miteinander aushalten. Die erste Woche war geschafft, alle sind jetzt mehr oder weniger im Uni-Alltag angekommen, es ist Freitag und Zeit, endlich die Freiheit zu genießen, weg von den Eltern, raus aus der Kleinstadt in's pralle Leben. "Was zieht man denn da an?" fragte ich Marie. "Nichts besonderes, was Praktisches, wir gehen ja nicht in's Theater!" antwortete sie mir etwas genervt. Okay, dann also einfach eine Jeans, Bluse und fertig. "Ziemlich sexy!" bemerkt Marie beim Anblick meiner hellblauen Skinny-Jeans. "Ja, ein Schulfreund, mit dem ich fast mal was gehabt hätte, meinte mal, ich hätte darin einen schönen Po!" Das waren natürlich nicht seine Worte, aber etwas in der Art wollte er wohl damit sagen. Gut aussehen wollte ich an diesem Abend definitiv, wer weiß, was sich ergibt. "Auf geht's, wir nehmen den Bus" motiviert mich Marie. Der Studentenclub ist auf dem Campus-Gelände etwas auswärts, ungefähr 5km von unserem Studentenwohnheim entfernt. "Rückwärts werden wir wohl laufen müssen." stellt Marie klar. "Nach Mitternacht fährt dort nichts mehr." "Kein Problem!" erwidere ich, nichts ahnend, dass es anders kommen sollte. Wir kommen an, der CLub ist schon gut gefüllt, Getränke und ein paar Happen gibt es für kleines Geld. "Nur nicht übertreiben!" sage ich zu mir. "Bleib bei einem Getränk und behalte alles schön unter Kontrolle." Ich hatte mal ein ziemlich heftiges Erlebnis bei meiner ersten Begegnung mit dem Alkohol. Da muss ich so 15 Jahre alt gewesen sein, das ist aber eine andere Geschichte. "Diese Leute wirst du noch öfter sehen und sie sollen keinen falschen Eindruck von dir bekommen." In der Mitte des Raumes ist eine kleine Tanzfläche eingerichtet, ein DJ legt auf, die Stimmung ist gut, Marie holt für uns zwei Bier und wir beobachten das Treiben erst einmal vom Rand aus. Ein paar bekannte Gesichter habe ich schon entdeckt. Etwas später kommen ein paar Jungs aus meinem Jahrgang rüber und wir kommen in's Gespräch. "Ich muss, glaube ich, erst einmal eine Kleinigkeit essen." stelle ich fest und will mich absetzen. "Warte, Tom ist gerade was holen." werde ich informiert. Die Auswahl ist eh nicht groß, aber irgend etwas brauche ich im Magen, sonst steigt mir das Bier sofort zu Kopf. Tom kommt zurück, allerdings nur mit einer weiteren Runde Bier. "Okay dann das und danach was essen!" denke ich mir. Wir unterhalten uns über unsere Heimat, Musik, die Uni und diese Stadt. Es gibt so viele neue Eindrücke und sicher auch das eine oder andere weitere Bier gegen die trocken werdenden Kehlen. "Willst du tanzen?" fragt Toms Freund, dessen Namen ich noch nicht kenne. "Klar, warum nicht?" und wir begeben uns auf die Tanzfläche. Der leichte Dreampop passt gut zu unserer aktuellen Stimmung. Wir sind frei und schweben dahin... "Kommst du mit raus, eine rauchen?" Eigentlich rauche ich ja nicht, aber frische Luft tut mir jetzt ganz gut. "Können wir auf den Weg nach draußen noch was zu essen holen? Ich verhungere gleich!" teile ich mit. Auf's Klo muss ich jetzt auch dringend mal. "Kannst du was holen? Ich verschwinde mal kurz!" "Geht klar!" und ich steuere auf die Toiletten zu, die sich im Nachbargebäude über den Hof befinden. Draußen ist noch mehr los als im Club, einige begrüßen mich flüchtig und ich kämpfe mich durch die Menschenmenge. Der Sauerstoff wirkt zwar sehr belebend, ich fühle mich aber gerade etwas wackelig und muss mich erst einmal setzen. "Wie viel habe ich eigentlich getrunken?" frage ich mich im Stillen. "Soviel kann es doch gar nicht gewesen sein." denke ich noch so und von da an ist es dunkel... Ich erwache! Ich liege im Bett, nackt! Es ist schon hell. "Wo bin ich?" frage ich mich kurz und stelle fest "Zum Glück in meiner Bude!". "Was war los?" "Wie bin ich hierher gekommen?" Da schaut Marie um die Ecke. "Na, wie geht es unserem Partygirl?" Ich weiß die Frage noch nicht so recht zu beantworten und erhoffe mir Aufklärung und Marie erzählt mir, wie der Abend verlaufen ist: "Es war eigentlich eine schöne Party" weiß sie zu berichten. "Die Stimmung war gut, diese Erstsemesterpartys sind immer was besonderes!" scherzt sie. "Ich war letztes Jahr auch ziemlich gut drauf" stellt sie klar und will mich wohl schonend auf etwas vorbereiten. "Ist was passiert?" "Habe ich mich danebenbenommen?" "War es peinlich?" unterbreche ich sie aufgeregt. "Naja, kann man schon sagen." eröffnet sie mir vorsichtig. "Ich habe dich aber dann schnell in Sicherheit gebracht." ergänzt sie rasch. "Wie meinst du das?" will ich wissen. "Also, am Anfang standen wir noch gemeinsam da rum und dann kamen diese Typen, ich traf ein paar Leute aus meiner Seminargruppe und hatte dich dann kurz aus den Augen verloren. Kurz habe ich dich dann auf der Tanzfläche gesehen und du schienst in sehr guter Stimmung zu sein, etwas später habe ich dich dann gesucht und draußen auf einer Bank gefunden. Wie viel hast du denn um Gottes Willen getrunken?" "Vielleicht drei oder vier Bier" versuche ich mich zu rechtfertigen. "Wohl kaum!" versichert sie mir "Ich habe dich gefragt, was los ist und du hast nur noch gelallt. Der Versuch, dich auf die Beine zu bekommen, scheiterte zunächst erst einmal. Immerhin konnte ich dein Handy aus der Tasche ziehen. Ich habe deinen Bruder anrufen! Wir mussten dich ja irgendwie nachhause bringen. Während ich ihm den Weg erklärte, wolltest du mir wohl irgend etwas mitteilen. Ich versuchte dich zu beruhigen und teilte dir mit, dass uns dein Bruder gleich abholen kommt. Da versuchtest du aufzustehen, kamst aber nur einen halben Schritt vorwärts und musstest dich an einem Schirmständer abstützen. Naja, zu zweit würden wir dich dann so schon in's Auto bekommen. Etwas krumm und leicht nach vorn gebeugt lehntest du nun an diesem Schirm. Ich dachte, du wolltest dich übergeben und stützte deinen Kopf, offenbar war das aber nicht dein Problem. Ich hörte es plötzlich plätschern und dachte 'Nein, oder?' aber tatsächlich, es lief dir die Beine herunter. Ich versuchte, dir schnell noch die Hose zu öffnen und herunterzuziehen, allerdings war es bereits zu spät. Du hast dir dort echt in die Hose gemacht. Jetzt war Eile geboten, es war zwar noch nicht so kalt aber so sollten dich deine Kommilitonen nun nicht unbedingt zu Gesicht bekommen. Ich stellte mich etwas hinter dich, um der Gruppe am Eingang des Clubs etwas die Sicht zu nehmen. Zum Glück war es eine relativ dunkle Ecke und es waren ein paar Meter bis dorthin. Nun hieß es erst einmal stillhalten und warten. Ich konnte dich wieder mehr oder weniger sanft auf die Bank setzen. Ja, du hast einen süßen Po in dieser Jeans, allerdings ist er jetzt klatschnass. Ob das deinem Schulfreund auch noch so gefallen hätte? Dein Bruder kam um die Ecke und wir hievten dich auf die Rückbank seines Autos. Der schwierigste Teil war geschafft, die Treppen hoch zu deiner Wohnung war nochmal eine Herausforderung aber wir waren ja inzwischen geübt. Den Schlüssel zu deiner Wohnung hatte ich ja sogar noch in der Tasche. Dann habe ich dich in's Bett gelegt und dich aus deiner nassen Hose geschält." "Oh, mein Gott!" erschrak ich über mich selbst. "Hoffentlich hat das keiner mitbekommen!" Da kam mein Bruder in's Zimmer "Na Schwersterchen, geht es dir wieder einigermaßen?" Ich nickte verlegen. "Die Waschmaschine ist jetzt angeschlossen!" verkündete er stolz. "Ja, die brauchen wir jetzt auch!" bemerkte Marie. "Ich habe deine Sachen in die Dusche gelegt." "Keine Angst, wir behalten das für uns." tröstete mich mein Bruder "Mama und Papa müssen das nicht erfahren, sie würden sich nur unnötig Sorgen machen." "Das ist sicher besser so.", dachte ich mir so und nickte. Ich kann ihre Vorwürfe schon förmlich hören. "So eine Verantwortungslosigkeit!" "Was da alles hätte passieren können!" "Lass es dir eine Lehre sein!" Natürlich habe ich daraus gelernt! Als ich am Montag wieder in der Uni war, hat mich keiner auf meinen kleinen Absturz angesprochen. Ob sie das nur aus Rücksicht taten ober gar nichts mitbekommen haben, werde ich wohl nie erfahren. Das nächste Mal muss ich wohl etwas besser aufpassen...