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  1. Hey everybody, it´s so nice to finally be back on omorashi.org. Some people might actually know me from the time when I was hanging out every single day on discord (january - february). I hope you can bare with my "weird" english" (I´m German). I haven´t been online or wet myself in over 6 months now... The Reason is that I have moved back in at my parents house because of the coronavirus. My family wanted to stay close at times like these so we decided to all stick together in quarantine. Unfortunately because of the whole "Stay in doors" and "Don´t leave your house"news, it left me with no opportunities to just wet myself. :I At the moment my sister, my mother and my dad are staying at home 24/7. My dad is doing home office, my mother has stopped seeing some of her friends and is just chilling at home and my sister is doing university stuff from the internet now... Sucks to be me... Weirdly enough I actually have gotten used to the fact that I won´t be able to piss myself. Because if I would do it while my parents are at home and there would be just the slightest chance of them finding out - IT WOULD DESTROY ME! So I just moved on....playing video games, watching netflix doing stuff in the garden.... BUT THEN!!!!!!! I was watching some youtube and I found this video of a guy getting pepper sprayed in his face and just wetting his pants like crazy. This small scene revoke my secret desire to wet my pants again and it is driving me mad. I legit got addicted of watching other people wet their pants or having an accident in public....I have never been so desperate of the thought of wetting myself again. I honestly even forgot how it feels like to just be wearing a fully soaked jeans.... Am I the only one struggling with this issue? Have you ever had a similar situation? I think my story will definitely speak more to the younger members of the community. Much love ~ Atrix
  2. In past about 17 hours I I rummaged ALL POST @rachelkirwan made, which is almost 10000 posts. Phew~ I was looking for all story posted by her include one fiction and more then 100 experience, lots of the experience story is even longer than fiction! These story are just too good that I couldn't refrain myself from re-enjoy them again while I am doing this project! OK, let's get back to the point. I must be too tired now to focus on and I am still rewind 'a planned ultrasound accident' in my brain while typing... What I did in past 17 hours is search and collect all story her made ONE BY ONE BY HAND, plus some tiny edits include grammar & spelling(Ms. Kirwan I wasn't mean your story contain lots error, in fact I just found less than 15 grammar in all stories), font adjustment as well as rotation of some pics. And compile them into THREE different books (pants&panties, pads&diapers and bed wetting). Export them as EPUB. The rule of sorting: 1. One story will not appear in multiple books 2. Pants&panties compilation contain wetting without pads, diapers and bed wetting, but period pad is acceptable. 3. No special rules for the rest two collection. Volume of books: The pants&panties compilation contain 68,199 words, 40MB The pad&diaper compilation contain 107,899 words, 62MB The bed wetting compilation contain 11,636 word, 13.7MB Explanation of signs: The title of story include '()' means this story contain picture/s, and you could directly see them inside the file The title of story include '()' means this story contain video/s, and you could click the link inside to download them here in her original post To Ms.Kirwan: I am sorry I did this prior your authorization, if you think it's okay please tell me and I will post these books here and Apple Books as well. In view of the typesetting and collective arrangement I did remove some link of your store from some stories, however, I did made a editor note at the beginning of each books that include your link. Hope you don't mind this. BTW do you have any special plan for your upcoming 10000th post? If books success be posted: Guys, I need you help find out if there's any story (no matter what the length is) missing or any error or mismatching or misroute in this collection. Thank you! I don't know how to operate Lighrroom or photoshop so the cover in books might be blur or has an incongruous hue. I am appreciate if someone help me enhance the pictures. Covers of these books: Phew~ sleeping time See U~ P.S. R.I.P to me if I undergo a sudden death during sleeping.
  3. Getting AI to Write Omorashi Erotica – Part 2 After my first experiment with getting an AI to write Omorashi erotica and other content: I decided to try again, but this time, I would try the same writing prompt over and over again until I got something workable. This may be a little repetitive, but I wanted to see what would come out. So here goes. And rather than sharing all of the responses, I’ll share the responses that topped various categories. The initial writing prompt was the following: I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. Here are the top 50 short stories I generate… and yes, there were many others that got cut, I probably generated 100+ pieces of text. Here are the results. Let me know which one is your favourite in the comments below and I will write more of the story. But this time, I’ll write it myself because AI isn’t good enough just yet. Voting closes in two weeks. Text 1: Award for Would Pass the Turing Test I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. As if realizing what was happening, a man's voice came over the speaker: "Get down on your knees." At first, we thought this was just another warning; but then he said again: This is bad enough as it has been for three hours! Text 2: Award for Most Coherent Lead in to a Longer Story I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. It took all of three attempts but eventually the warm stream hit me with a clatter. Mockingly, his words cut into mine. “So easy!” Text 3: Award for Hardest Pivot I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. It hurt like hell… but at least now they were covered by a towel anyway. My fingers slid under my pants with no problem. Now the sweat soaked cloth made me itch even more as I took off the shirt underneath. The hem hung down over my chest; barely covering anything there besides what was holding on tightly around my penis. Still feeling horny yet? So many thoughts ran through our heads about tonight... Did he love her or wasn't she his girlfriend? When did we meet up again after graduation for lunch (the date had been fixed) What if anyone ever found out!? But then something happened: everything stopped making sense suddenly. Something… Text 4: Award for Most Bonkers I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. Then one of the nurses took off her glove so she had a better view of me from behind. "You have big balls," she said. "Are you pregnant?" I asked incredulously while holding up the handkerchief with one finger under my shirt. Text 5: Award for Almost Had Something There I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. It was around five thirty when the girls came over. One of them sat down on a chair across from me and began giving out instructions for using each girl's restroom: "Sit up straight," she said to one woman who looked like her mother, with dark brown hair; or get your clothes back off so they aren't stained by our tears at every time we wipe ourselves dry (she called herself Miss Fluffy). The next morning someone asked why something had been missing—the door wasn’t lock button hadn’t slipped twice during this break-in, but still there were no buttons being used… Text 6: Award for Most Insane Imagery I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. Then the sound of music drifted from an out-of control train at about eight thousand feet over the mountainside like a slow drum roll on a turntable. It was only when we were well clear did the voices come again. We had been flying for quite some time now, but as soon's as our plane touched down below us they called back: "It is morning… Text 7: Award for So Close but why the ad pivot? I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. But then something happened: After an agonizingly long wait, a thin but firm stream of warm liquid leaked out of the tip; like someone was taking me into their arms while they were washing clothes after another marathon session at your local thrift shop. Advertisement - Continue Reading Below Text 8: Award for Best Magic Realism I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. It was already too late for me to wash myself now anyway, so I just went over to the sink and picked up a bowl of warm water and started swimming down the toilet until I'd used all the precious cupcakes." – Kate Text 9: Award for Hardest Pivot Into Conventional Erotica I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. Then they slipped off of me like this. My eyes watered as the softness between my thighs rubbed against mine, making them feel warm from all over again. "How was your day?" asked Blake's voice on the other end for the first time since we parted ways with Velvet back in '10. "What have you been up too? Do anything worth talking about now is done yet?" Text 10: Award for… Oh No, I Broke the AI… I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. That thought took the edge off everything else around me—everything was bright red from her cum dripping onto me while she had already made a couple of passes at my breasts with each pass as far as you can see here.">>\ <<nm $player "Okay...that's enough fucking for today.'' <<if $mom>> <<set $m_startPeeToContinue to true>>\ • [[Go back|Home][$time.passTime(1)]] <</if>>\ <<elseif ($motivation eq 1) or (not -1) || ($action is SissySlut) && (($penis == 4) Text 11: Award for Most Realistic I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. The thought of all these horrible people watching me did not appeal, but the feeling was comforting. My stomach began churning even more as tears rolled down my face. Text 12: Award for Most Stage Direction I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. Then the door opened slowly again, giving me a chance once more of knowing what was happening behind me as she gently turned off the light inside her room. She got up from her chair and walked around towards me like all good mothers should do when they're worried about their children who are still being nursed by strangers or have been out with friends for too long. My eyes closed while praying silently throughout this whole ordeal until finally one thing appeared on her face: "Well?" (She said yes!) In answer we started having an awkward conversation which is part of why you see women acting so nervous sometimes but actually be quiet because every… Text 13: Award for You Should Have Stopped Sooner I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. When the urge took me straight there was no way out of this position; every inch of my body felt as if something had been shoved into it while all four fingers curled around each other from top-to bottom. With a moan, I let go. The only sound outside were his arms flailing with fury at her face–but still she just looked back up against him like nothing had happened. A moment later he caught sight for what seemed an eternity before coming over toward her again. His eyes glinted bright red through narrowed lashes but did so slowly enough so that you couldn't tell exactly where they went when held closed without… Text 14: Award for Most Disjointed Yet Still Thematically Accurate Monologue I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. That day at the station was also a blessing for me because even though there were no toilets on campus last year, if someone decided they wanted one of them then you'd be able have access without fear of anyone being offended by your request. Since this is such an important issue we've taken steps to make sure when people ask about restrooms (and let's face truthfully everyone does) just follow their gut instincts instead opting out or deferring altogether while trying our hardest as human beings simply never knowing where 'it' ends & there is always more information available than what can fit into 30 seconds so please don't turn us down! Text 15: Award for Best Use of Erotic Imagery While Still Failing I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. "Please God," said the boy before me. His voice had a kind of melancholyness about him. The other boys might have called this his pouty smile, but he turned from laughing to crying as soon we were alone together. He hugged me tightly around both knees, pulled up my shirt with each gentle thrust into my pants, and squeezed harder against her chest until she squirmed so hard inside me. She felt myself throbbing just beneath her touch, filling me even more than what's supposed to fill you is allowed to do if your body isn?t ready for being penetrated by someone who knows better than… Test 16: Award for Best Segue I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. My mind wandered back to another day of the school year before me. My first crush was still waiting for him at lunch. He kept his distance from anyone but one other person: Hannah Green. When she walked into her room after class he looked up with a shocked expression on their faces and said nothing except "Hannah?" until both girls were out. The girl who had introduced Hannah is an older teen whose dad gave this little kid money just so they might get together forever. She took everything seriously; when others questioned what time things should start or even asked where everyone else got off work during such busy times (like half past ten… Text 17: Award for Most Surprising Appearance of a Penis I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. The wind picked up quickly now. The sky was darkening even more as the clouds thickened; this had become a cloudy night ahead of schedule. My eyes were glued on her breasts while she continued stroking them with such force that they cracked under her touch. As we sat there staring into each other's eyes, breathless from what seemed like almost ever single stroke against me, thoughts flew back to where our first kiss happened ten years earlier last year when Nick told me he loved his girlfriend so much: "Your cock is too good for him." When Judy gave birth to twins before their ninth birthday one day after Christmas 2011… Text 18: Award for Most Graphic Sex Content I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. My cock was still hard inside me. "Oh God," I said quietly. "You're gonna cum." As the thought of having some guy watch us walk home faded from our minds once more - as soon a girl's voice called out for help getting her husband off with his big dick all over her body came back into my mind, I couldn't wait any longer. With trembling fingers I reached down until the base touched against the slit on my ass cheeks. It felt good being so close to something larger than myself. And then suddenly just like an orgasm had been waiting patiently below without ever breaking through onto whatever fantasy or plan we were currently… Text 19: Award for Strangest Fashion Apparel I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. It was so hot when I tried to put them back on because the last thing I wanted was for this place even to smell like a sweaty girl's crotch anymore. The door swung open once more with another pair of men watching me from inside the store. "Hey there!" one called out cheerfully. The other two quickly followed him down the long corridor leading up to the front desk. They were tall guys who wore short-sleeved shirts covered in fur (at least they knew what kind of guy we all were), which made sense since their work clothes had sleeves rolled tight across their chests. Two larger ones leaned against the… Text 20: Award for Not Bad, but are you a Shape Shifter? I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. The pain was unbearable. My fingers began crawling over the fabric of my underwear as if trying out new positions; soon they were resting upon every inch—nearly a foot between them and me on my left side. They spread slowly down into my skin under my right knee. My head swiveled so far back from where it lay beneath the seat belt light with trepidation for what awaited when their grip pulled loose again. No! Text 21: Award for Fuck You, I Want to Write A Sherlock Holmes Story I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. "Don't worry about the color of your underwear," said Mycroft gently, before he threw open his window again. He stopped at a stoplight outside one of those apartment buildings where someone keeps their cars parked on top after dark. No-one turned so quickly when they noticed him; there were just too many people milling around for them all or standing still as though expecting no further conversation with Mr Holmes. It was quiet now beyond our door. So slow we couldníll hear anything from behind us... The first thought had been: maybe Sherlock knew something? After hearing nothing else during five minutes more than another thirty seconds past midnight… Text 22: Award for Best Attempt at Conventional Fiction I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. My knees started to shake a bit more as the sun set over this little coastal village called Saigon. In just ten years we've gone from two-story houses filled with Chinese families to some of these ramshackle trailers where one woman's apartment was like an ancient castle; her kitchen cabinets stacked up on top floor railings while she slept next door who owned all the bathrooms; there were no running water or sewers—in fact those are everywhere around here so you have nowhere else for your piss if it hits soil…The day dawned bright enough that Mehangini people still had been gathered out at breakfast when they… Text 23: Award for Best Attempt at Lesbian Group Sex I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. The air smelled of urine. It felt as though the sky was falling from above me. My whole body ached like hell for a few seconds before everything came back to normal—but at this point, there wasn't enough room between our bodies so we couldn´ t move together properly. Finally, after some thought, I asked her if she wanted water poured over me… If only because what better way than drinking an ice cold glass? The woman complied with every single request by pouring several glasses of warm water onto us…. And then someone else finally went out (presumably.) When they left, all three girls noticed something odd on… Text 24: Award for Keep It Short and Sweet I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. And then there was the pain…it felt so bad! Text 25: Award for Best Distracting from Accident with Description and Backstory I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. The first drop of water hit me when I walked through the hallway toward our apartment—the sound of running shoes on muddy floorboards echoed off an old wooden door frame across the hall from ours. We had moved out a couple years ago but we shared his couch for cooking purposes because there wasn't enough room between us anyway; he was so used at drawing after all these years already. While sitting back up with another empty glass of milk, I looked around again before taking stock of myself: shoulder-length hair curled into tight plait like candy wrappers…and some very sensitive skin exposed by dirty bandages over only one side of… Text 26: Award for Telling Two Stories At Once I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. That was the only way for me be able stop this nightmare from happening again. As long as they were holding their breath there wouldn't have been any chance of a success story on Monday morning. They finally broke through into our bedroom at 7:18 am. At 8 o'clock we had coffee made by another friend who came over soon after with her own cup of tea. She looked lovely though; fresh-faced and sunburned all day without makeup or worrying about being seen anywhere near us. Our hearts sank when she told Mrs Hughes's sister Miss Briggs which part (of your underwear) you should cover up each time before… Text 27: Award for Most Nonchalant I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. All was forgiven though; the sun still shone through the windows of our room and everything seemed fine. As soon as things quieted down enough for me back to doing this with no stress-induced fear attacks or worries about anything occurring next week, I went over to bed…and fell asleep without waking up until nearly 8AM tonight. With a little bit more practice everyday practicing safe touching (both on myself like earlier) will be an important part if I want someone to trust their eyes when they see something indecent! Text 28: Award for Creepiest Supporting Cast I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. My hand trembled when I thought about what was coming next. All of a sudden, an older man who seemed just out for another few minutes stood before me and began kissing me passionately on the lips. His breath smelled like vanilla coffee and sweet cream. It felt so good being fucked by him. He did not seem angry or disgusted with me; he wasn't mad at all... He licked his lip as if planning something exciting yet still remained almost indifferent toward our encounter. "Would you say we have some company today?" Text 29: Award for Most Omorashi On Point I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. Then again… *giggle* No wonder they always ask us where we work the hardest: In public toilets! Text 30: Award for Best Description of a Wetting I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. As the water filled my hand it felt warm against me, as if someone was holding my skin tightly through thick cloth. With a sigh of relief I pulled myself up off her chair and tried to rub each muscle over again. With every movement I shivered slightly; from ankle to thigh at times and sometimes even back into place once or twice but almost never did more than one pass before returning to where she had placed us last. A strange feeling came across me: She wanted me here…more like told her we were going somewhere else with this man who now held both our attention for some reason. When an idea struck within herself which… Text 31: Award for Strangest Appearance of a Porn Star I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. "Hey," said the person next me. "What's wrong?" Her face was pale against mine, her voice quiet but commanding. Even before she spoke, though—like every other time we came upon each of us being so close together over a few hours or years ago—she began wondering why this guy had waited like he did; what his reason for going back there were. And when someone asks you whether your husband is sleeping with an amateur porn actress on Facebook (we're talking about Ashley Madison here), their mind goes blank until they see naked bodies hanging upside down from trees outside town. But if somebody puts those thoughts into… Text 32: Award for Most Disjointed Omorashi Story I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. My eyes opened slowly but painfully as the sensation of being alone began to feel extremely strange. The bathroom door slid open; a white towel was placed on top–in case anything happened while he took out his phone again—and someone walked inside. But instead… she stopped behind her husband without even looking at him. He gave an almost forced smile across his face: "Where is your wife? She must have gone back home." Text 33: Award for did you just toss random Omorashi sentences in the air? I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. If the thought of someone doing something naughty reminded me of when Mom was watching porn or seeing other women masturbate on TV, then no matter what happened during this trip, things were going smoothly for us both. At first, we just kept drinking because there wasn't any need—we had plenty of time if anyone wanted anything else than drinkin'. But once again, our feelings got twisted by reality; one minute a clean bladder is full enough to urinate safely without having to move around like everyone does now, but within thirty minutes your dirty diaper's leaking too quickly… Text 34: Award for Most Temporal Introspection I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. A few minutes later the urge started up again. The more time passed by I became convinced that maybe we were having a nightmare about something else altogether. It was so easy to forget what happened when you're just waking from sleep after an accident or illness—even if your thoughts are being interrupted; all of those things stop thinking for some brief moment before they reappear within 30 seconds afterward as though nothing ever had changed… But finally there is this very specific kind: An itch on one side, then another itching everywhere but here at the surface where sweat has dried off its moisture, leaving only traces behind underneath? You have never felt anything Text 35: Award for Best Description I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. As the pressure increased from around my bladder and up inside me, I pushed harder against myself so that I wasn't going to piss out of pride. Finally, when there was no more need for strength, something felt wrong. My eyes fell shut as blood rushed into my head. ****** By now, two days had passed since this day we came together; our new boyfriend being an accomplished man who treated us well despite occasional irritations over such trivialities. While drinking a tonic water every night at bedtime, while playing card games with him on weekends, during recesses after school hours, most mornings… Text 36: Award for Best Short in Lesbian Erotica I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. "No," Amy said flatly as she came up behind me, cupping her breasts on either side of mine. "You don't need to stop." She shook her head once more before putting an arm around them for support; then looked at the door again, frowning deeply into it like a mother watching over her daughter from afar. -Oooooooo- OOOOOOOH! Text 37: Award for Using Desperation Scene to Link to an Entirely New Story I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. There were two boys standing about twenty feet away from me when a middle-aged man approached them with the light of a lamp behind his ear. He was wearing an old pair 'Naked Cowboy' shoes, but he looked like someone had just washed off some salt cream on their tattered rubber sneakers, so they wore leather trousers instead: yellow shorts over tight blue sweatpants; gray flannel shirts under heavy coats made for warm weather days; black jeans worn during winter months too small for denim or fur ties up right at your knees. "Hello there," he said into the still night air as if no one should hear him. Text 38: Award for Omorashi! I Said Omorashi, no Scat! I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. All the while, some more of those weird dreams were happening around me like they always did–one guy was sitting next dozing off on his computer; another man who wasn't wearing underwear sat behind him watching TV with a laptop attached to one end. Suddenly something started coming out of mine: watery brown liquid pouring from them both's butt cheeks into their pants. But first things get tough… The boy woke up at about 2am this time last week as he usually does – tired yet still happy for someone else or doing whatever necessary before bedtime is called. He said there had been an odd thought going through its head but Text 39: Award for Most Matter of Fact I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. In the end—this wasn't a surprise; what happened at 1:00 am was just about as expected as any other day of course." The girl from Stornoway said she believed her older brother had found his answer after an hour-long conversation with another friend who worked out around their house last Saturday night. A couple of days later, they returned for more drinks together but did little else during the remainder of the weekend than sit quietly while one guest opened up some paper towels containing "panties", then placed them into buckets before disposing through the kitchen sink. Text 40: Award for Best Strange Invention I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. "Oh," said Julie as she picked up a towel from the sink and stood beside me. "You are thirsty." She reached into her pocket and pulled out something red and plastic-looking with three green rings on one end and black spokes at its other end—and held it toward us for demonstration purposes… or perhaps just confirmation of our arrival? Whatever we were doing was making everything worse than ever! Text 40: Award for Fuck It, Let’s Jump Straight to the Clit I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. As soon as I felt a slight wiggle on the end of my clit...*moans*. "Ahhh," she breathed out quickly and took another deep breath. "That was so good! Text 41: Award for Well-Written but Strange Non-Consensual Content I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. He pulled me into his arms and put his arm around both of us. He whispered soothing words over our heads as he lifted one leg up off the floor while we made a silent request for him ‒please let go of them… Text 42: Award for Most Hopeless I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. When I looked up at the ceiling again, there was nothing else for me to do than look down into the abyss of space towards earth; a black hole with light as bright on top like stars shining brightly across an infinite field. My eyes closed while staring blankly straight ahead around the void until they were completely filled by emptiness—nothing but pure white noise stretching out before my face beyond any other sound-something so stark against every inch we had known since our creation… no wonder everyone felt sorry about us when someone walked through those doors from here! Text 43: Award for Surprise Anal I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. As hard as I tried…it was just too painful for me." "So you've been having anal sex?" a voice asked the room of women with their faces slightly raised on what appeared like red-rimmed eyeglasses. The man stared at them all deeply; they were staring back from his desk where he had written "This is A Very Bad Day!" On another screen there seemed even less eye contact than usual between him (no doubt because no one wanted an awkward conversation), which meant we barely knew if any of us noticed or realized anything when someone yelled out: The woman next looked up sharply… Text 44: Award for Best Clean Up I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. Finally one of the staff members came out with a towel under my seat, undid the belt on my pants, and began putting me down onto the cold concrete floor. Once everything was cleaned up, all three were moved back into their chairs for more work. One man had been wearing his jacket; he did so because we worked close together during our shift shifts. It gave him plenty space at times, but there wasn't any obvious opportunity to relax as often as they wanted to or make other improvements around the kitchen area like adding countertops. Another group member dressed her clothes when she left by herself while waiting behind us until everyone else… Text 45: Award for Most Helpful Older Sister I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. The water was hot through my pants, but the air itself felt cold and damp. "Don't try this again," Anna whispered on her knee, as she reached for a cup from behind me; we both looked up at its glass-walled cabinet full of dirty dishes. "Not yet." A couple weeks after leaving home with friends across town for summer vacation, Emily decided to stop by our house while trying out all the new places they were visiting once there went into permanent seasonality. So when one day Aaron showed up overcast (not too bad compared… Text 46: Award for Most Honest I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. If you have ever seen me this aroused before then the scene is already familiar. (Satisfied sigh) So happy with myself… Text 47: Award for Best Short Intro I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. That was when the urge hit me; this is what women's bodies need… Text 48: Award for Pliers? Why Pliers? I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. After just a few moments, the door opened up again and two girls stepped into view. Both were naked with one wearing only underwear; she was clearly younger than me at 20 years old and had long black hair flowing down her back. The older girl wore light blue lingerie which covered all of her sides except for around her nipples and right breast, but still made them hard as ever against the soft white sheets. Her skirt drew over her crotch where they met their thighs while also showing off an inch or two on each side (though these wouldn't be visible). She pulled out what appeared like three thick pliers from between those little… Text 49: Award for Most Focused on Clothing and Fabric I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. "Just one more thing," she murmured under her breath, as if for emphasis. "Take off your bra before you get back here." She turned away from me so completely; without a look of concern on the part-time student's face, with every inch of skin still visible beneath her glasses and unbuttoned shirt, they should be hidden underneath their tank tops anyway. But none was there between us now. Just some little folds cut into them by an invisible fabric flap at the sides. The thin mesh strips were exposed behind those straps over what remained plain underwear—what had once been hairpins (or whatever) tied… Text 50: Award for Best Group Sex I really needed to pee. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I folded my hands in my lap, crossed my legs, and prayed that I would not wet my panties. At first, they were just so quiet; nothing came out between me as the water started flooding into my body and soaking through my clothes. My back arched a little bit before letting go again with an intense throbbing inside me. There was no pain on his part except for gentle sucking of my tongue now—my mind did not want to believe what had happened when she began slowly but steadily moving her hand up and down over my labia (she kept doing this until finally feeling something warm), all by herself like…something soft wrapped around them together. Her fingers moved fast though their movements felt heavy enough at times yet still slow
  4. Using AI Software to Write Omorashi Stories I saw an article about the quality of AI software these days and thought I’d test it out to see how well it might write an omorashi-based story. Here goes! Zyro Content Generator https://zyro.com/ai/content-generator This site is more about generating content for blogs, so the content was short and not very story driven. Also, some of the samples I read suggested to me that there are a ton of blogs out there written this way… so much random shit on the internet… Writing Sample – In Health and Wellness Category – ‘Go Wild’ Option I was desperate to pee. I had been waiting in the doctors office for the ultrasound for over 45 minutes and I had yet to be called. They make you arrive at the appointment with a full bladder and I had followed the instructions to the letter. A visit to the bathroom was now well overdue and I was beginning to get very worried. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could and hoped that I would be called soon. Why had I worn light colored jeans today? Generated Text - 1 I was desperate to pee. I had been waiting in the doctors office for the ultrasound for over 45 minutes and I had yet to be called. They make you arrive at the appointment with a full bladder and I had followed the instructions to the letter. A visit to the bathroom was now well overdue and I was beginning to get very worried. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could and hoped that I would be called soon. Why had I worn light colored jeans today? The doctor looked right into mine and said, "Yes we are going out tonight." At this moment I felt like she wanted me to go outside so bad but instead she asked if he'd bring back his clothes before it started raining. He took her order of what they have on sale; $40 worth (they sell them all day). She threw up when she got home only one hour later than normal because again nothing special happened! Generated Text - 2 I was desperate to pee. I had been waiting in the doctors office for the ultrasound for over 45 minutes and I had yet to be called. They make you arrive at the appointment with a full bladder and I had followed the instructions to the letter. A visit to the bathroom was now well overdue and I was beginning to get very worried. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could and hoped that I would be called soon. Why had I worn light colored jeans today? It seems like an awkward look on someone who should have blue denim pants (maybe if they were thicker, it might help hide some of their girth). As our bell rang out: "You're not going to urinate?" We replied yes but we didn't want to hold up any more deliveries or wait around much longer before receiving them. The doctor said he'd see what needed fixing next day so his daughter took her leave early after she made lunch. By 8am we left again hoping none came back late without us; only one did. Writing Sample 2 – In Travel Category – ‘Go Wild’ Option I needed to pee. I couldn't wait any longer. I had tried crossing my legs, wiggling my foot, and even, much to my embarrassment, holding myself. Nothing seemed to work and I was minutes away from wetting my panties. Generated Text -1 I needed to pee. I couldn't wait any longer. I had tried crossing my legs, wiggling my foot, and even, much to my embarrassment, holding myself. Nothing seemed to work and I was minutes away from wetting my panties. My eyes opened slowly at the same moment that a voice started whispering in our ears. "Ohhh fuck! Generated Text - 2 I needed to pee. I couldn't wait any longer. I had tried crossing my legs, wiggling my foot, and even, much to my embarrassment, holding myself. Nothing seemed to work and I was minutes away from wetting my panties. "So…you're not happy?" Mary asked me as she pulled up her t-shirt slightly revealing the beautiful bulge underneath. "You never want this." (She knew what we were talking about.) What a horrible way for us both _________________________________ Next up I tried to find another program and ran into a bunch of spam, paid products, and programs to help you write (but not to write for you). So much spam, and infinite spam loops. Like looking for porn online in the late 90s. I couldn’t find another and wanted to have more fun writing. So I just messed around with Zyro, here are some more results.
  5. *hey. Just going to start this with a disclaimer that i’m doing this partially out of boredom and that I only plan on continuing this if enough people reply to make it interesting. So if it takes 3 days to finish character creation because only one or two people answer it might die. So even if you don’t care what happens comment and contribute.* Welcome to the world’s horniest role playing game. The rules are simple, whenever a check is made, roll 2d6. If it’s less than your skill plus any modifiers it’s a pass, otherwise it fails. In apposed checks, if both succeed, the winner is the one that rolled lowest under their skill plus modifiers. The rest will be explained if it comes up. first character name. You pick this in your comment and the best sounding one will be chosen. Sex. Yes! Oh you mean character sex. This book contains rules for playing female characters only, for male characters, please refer to the Dongs and Dickery expansion. Species. The following species are available as player races. Humans: The most common race in the world. +1 HP at start. Elves: Nimble and agile folk of the forest. Slow aging and naturally gifted in magic, but physically frail. Their bodies develop slowly, their may have an adult mind and stature while parts of their physiology lag behind. Leading to a embarrassing stereotype that young adult elves lack proper bladder control. +1 Agility, +1 Charisma, -1 Build. -1 to continence saves from damage. + to stealth Beast folk: Strong willed and strong bodied people of a warrior culture. They possess animalistic qualities such as claws and horns, but mostly look like humans. They are not well liked in much of the world while others view them as respected and powerful warriors. +1 Build, +1 Will, -2 Charisma. +1 to Will saves against fear Beast folk all have a natural urge to mark territory resulting from centuries of warfare between tribes over territory. When they smell urine from a predatory animal or from another Beast Folk they do not recognize, they must make a continence save at a -4 penalty or become desperate. After race is chosen, we choose stats. You have the following ability scores to put into these 5 stats 4,5,6,7,8 Agility: Your ability to move quickly and silently, as well as use ranged and light weapons. Your armor is equal to this when you don’t have anything else. Build: Your ability to move, push, or otherwise push your weight around. It also measures the general strength and health of your body. It’s used for melee weapon attacks. Most continence saves are made using this stat. Your max bladder size is also calculated using double this value. So keep it high if you want things to stay dry... or don’t. Charisma: Your skill that lets you lie, talk your way out of situations, or talk someone into situations. Usually very fun ones. The kind you don’t tell your parents about. Enough said Will: Willpower. What you use to stop from being sacred, scare people, use magic, etc. It’s involved in continence saves involving fear. Intelligence: Used to know about history, science, magic, etc. You need this to be high if you want to be a wizard. For your comment just list the five stats in your order of importance. Those will be tallied up and stats will be distributed accordingly. Class is the only thing left. Just pick one of these based on stats and what you want for the story. The most popular class will be decided based on the vote. Rogue Sneaky, silent, and treasure focused. Main Stat Agility Build + 3 HP Will + 1 Mana Proficiency in light weapons rogue skills: stealth, pick pocketing, exploration, and assorted other skills get a +1 bonus Leather armor (agility +1 armor) Dagger (Light, 1d6 damage), or a bow Fighter A martial warrior with good offense. Main ability: Build Build + 5 HP Will + 1 Mana Proficiency in all weapons and armor Art of the sword: +1 to all attack rolls Half Plate (7 armor) Medium weapon (d8 damage) and a shield (+1 armor against some attacks), or a heavy weapon (1d10 damage) Sorcerous Powerful magic users. Main ability: Intelligence Build + 2 HP Will + 6 Mana Learned Expertise: +1 to all Int skill checks 5 random spells Cleric Servants of higher powers that fight for good (or evil) and purity (or not). Main ability: Will Build +4 HP Will + 4 Mana Servant of the Gods: you are liked by others of your religion. +1 to saves against fear. Proficiency with all armor and light weapons. Half Plate (7 armor) Mace (1d6 damage) and a shield (+1 armor) 3 Random spells + Cure Bard This is where I would have it a flowery description, but you know what these guys are about Main ability: Charisma Build + 4 HP Will + Charisma Mana Persuasive Bastard: +1 to all checks using Charisma. Proficiency in Light armor and all weapons Leather Armor (Agility +1 Armor) Rapier (Light, 1d6 damage), Longsword (1d8 damage) 4 Random spells Now just vote for your favorite. Hope you all have fun! What you want to know other mechanics? Those will be explained later, just vote. It’s more fun that way.
  6. Hello everyone, After giving it some thought, I’ve decided to do a trial run and test out this whole commission thing. I’m going to start off by accepting 5 commissions, and we’ll see where it goes from there! Right now, I’m going to say that the first 1000 words is $15, and every 100 words after that would be $1 more. Payment would be through PayPal! As I said before, anything illegal or too extreme is a no for me. But basically anything talked about on this site is free game. Right now it’s first come first serve, so if anyone is interested in commissioning a story from me, shoot me a message, and let’s see if I can write something for you!
  7. Hello there I hope everyone is doing well right now, with all of the craziness going on. I myself am doing well. Work has also slowed down a fair bit, and I have even more time on my hands than I did before! With that being said, this has actually been on my mind for awhile, but I wasn’t sure how I would do it, or if I wanted to do it at all. I’m still not entirely sure about it, which is why I wanted to get some feedback. I’ve done a fair bit of writing on here, as well a couple unfinished stories still in the works. I wanted to get a general idea of whether or not anyone would be interested in ordering commissioned stories from me? I’d be open to writing just about anything omorashi related, and I would be open minded to exploring other ideas as well. Just nothing too extreme, or you know, illegal (which should go without saying)! I wouldn’t plan to charge much because I’ve obviously never done this before. But overall, is this something anyone would be interested in? Feel free to leave your questions or comments below!
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    Version I is becoming obsolete in the way I'm working the story. First of all, you are going to see the story through a class monitor's view point, first person. That means you don't see what your character looks like.... But your character is a male. There are going to be more interactions with the reader of the story, so it will be more like a role playing drama than just a story, but still not quite an rpg or game. The story start is also quite different, and I've actually gotten to a point that I think I like the new frame work I'm building, so I will probably continue with it this way. Once I get a few days added to the story, I would like anyone that is downloading the story or look at to tell me their input about mechanics, story line, and pictures. I do have a little bit of a problem with the pictures though, in that I can only make them do what the Sims4 will do, or what mods I can get to get certain poses. My own pose making program seems to not be working now, so I have to depend on what I can find. Still, I think I have enough that I can make the pictures close to what I want to show. I do have some bit of the new introduction done, but without any pictures as yet. I don't want to put the new version out until I have a few pictures to go with it so you can see what vision I have for this project when you see it. Anyway.... I hope to have the new version ready... or at least enough of it, that I can put out the new story on the 21st or 22nd Japan time. That would likely be more than 12 hours earlier for you Americans, where I'm from.

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  9. So I am currently looking to improve my story writing skills I can do anything up too three thousand words as long, as you have a story premise in mind (small note cannot do facfics it’s weird) contact me in dms for details
  10. The story takes place during the 19th century in a forgotten village somewhere in the alps. The build up is quite slow (that's why I divided it in 3 parts) It might take a while until the story get's going but please try to stick to it, the upcoming parts will be more exciting. PS: Same as always, english is not my native language so apologies if there are mistakes. CHAPTER ONE: EMBARASSMENT "Mother!", Sofie (22) called from outside her house. The door was locked and she couldn't get in. The girl forgot her keys at a friend's house where she just came from. It was a long way and Sofie didn't want to go back again to take the keys just to do the same walk one more time all over again. "Mother!", she screamed this time, nobody seemed to be home and even a look inside the dusty window revealed her mother's absence. Sofie's mother Laureen has always been quite a busy woman so it wasn't unusual for the young woman to find a locked door as she got home. Still, Sofie was frustrated, because not only did she forget to take the house keys with her for the first time in her life, she also needed to relieve herself quite urgently as well, something that happened quite often whenever she got home. She knew it was going to take a while until her mother returned so without thinking twice Sofie moved to the back of the house. She snuck on the backside of their woodshed making sure nobody was around when she then pulled her skirt up, her underware down, took a deep breath and started to relieve herself. Her urine splashed gracefully on the dryish ground creating a puddle that slowly moved underneath the wooden planks and into the old shed. Sofie was enjoying the relief more and more when all of a sudden: "Sofie?!" The girl turned to the right and saw her mother staring at her with surprise. "Mother!" she said shocked and immediately stood up, interrupting her stream while making her skirt fall to the ground, hiding everything. Slightly speechless Laureen said: "What are you doing ... where you just peeing here?!" "I .. I ... I had to. The door was locked and I ... I felt the need ..." "But why didn't you go inside?" "I forgot my keys at Mary's house and I thought you were gone." "Well ... No, I was here do ... doing some gardening." "Where you in the shed?", asked Sofie incredibly embarassed. She knew her mother heard the splashes. "Yes", Laura was still a bit shocked, many years had passed since the last time she saw her daughter urinating right in front of her. "I'm sorry mother. I really had to go." "Don't worry, Sofie. It happens ... But please, next time you need to relieve yourself like this don't do it in our garden. Alright?" Sofie nodded as her face turned red. Overflown with shyness she asked Laureen for the keys. Her mother smiled a little and gave them to Sofie. She said "thank you" and moved away from her quickly while Laureen, behind her daughter's back, took a closer look at the big puddle she just made. "I'm going back to Mary to take the keys", said Sofie hours later. "Now?", asked her mother "It's getting dark soon." "Mother, it's summer, it's gonna be dark after 10pm ... and now it's almost seven o'clock", she said. "But Mary doesn't just live here around the corner." "I know, I know, but I'm gonna do it anyway." "Fine, but take care." "I will", Sofie got a bit annoyed. She said goodbye to her mother and got out of the house. Sofie's friend Mary and her family lived on an isolated farm, high up on the hills and among the trees above the village. The walk was exhausting since the path was quite long and steep. Sofie didn't care, she still had to process what happened earlier that day and couldn't believe her mother caught her grown up daughter peeing behind the shed. She started to wonder how long Laureen had been staring at her before even saying anything, after all, Sofie didn't even see her mother before she called her name. Sofie was embarassed and criged everytime her mother's suprised expression crossed her mind. She tried to distract herself as much as she could, by just enjoying the nature all around her. The beautiful trees, the last sunrays of the day that turned the big mountain walls red, the silence and the overall evening atmosphere. For a moment Sofie felt relaxed and in peace when all of a sudden something strange caught her eye. On a rolling hill right above her she spotted a silhouette, dark, still and observing. At first the young woman thought it was a deer but after a closer look the silhouette turned out to be human. Sofie started to feel uneasy, and the silence all around her didn't help. "Mary?", Sofie called with a trembling voice. The person kept standing still. Even though she couldn't recognize a face Sofie knew the silhouette was staring at her. She was feeling more and more uncomfortable and wanted to keep going but her curiosity decided to stay and observe. It was a strange moment. Shortly after, without any premonition the figure started to move. It was moving along the hill's profile and Sofie couldn't keep an eye off it. A strange feeling of relaxation and warmth overcame the girl as her eyes, almost hypnotized, moved along with the silhouette. The warm sensation increased as Sofie realized that underneath her skirt lots and lots of urine was slowly pouring down her legs and into her shoes. Scared she tried to stop the flow by pressing her hands against her crotch as thight as she could but the urine kept pouring out of her uncontrolably. Sofie panicked, it felt like she just lost the power over her body. End of part one.
  11. This is my first attempt of a series of short stories I plan on making, if the feedback is good I'll be motivated to write more! Also this helps me become a better writer, I hope to one day be a pretty popular writer on here, so let's see! (This will be a fiction series) On a bright sunny morning of November the sun was shining brightly through kaileys blinds as the alarm on her phone was going off. "Ughh.." she groaned and stretched checking the time and she wasn't late, thankfully, yesterday she woke up 20 minutes late and barely made it out the door, but she wasn't letting that happen today. She got out of bed and took off her pink pjs and took off her plain white panties and threw them on the floor and grabbed a pair of adorable pink panties with little white hearts all over them and she matched that wonderfully with a pink bra, and while she was checking herself out in the mirror she held her Crotch and groaned "gotta empty the morning bladder" she said to herself and put on a black skirt that went quite a bit above the knees.. but she didnt care, she liked the attention and, deep down occasionally she would like to tease the guys that tried to look up her skirts, she found enjoyment in that, she also loved the fact that she was absolutely beautiful and claimed to be the most beautiful girl in grade 11, her luxurious blonde hair captured the attention of most guys, and she always made it soft and wavy in the morning so it flowed beautifully down her back and shoulders, her eyes were an ocean blue and her face was soft and cute, she was pretty curvy and she also had a set of nice breasts which she took pride in greatly! After she emptied the main drain she sighed in relief and got to getting ready and soon she was out the door! She said goodbye to her parents and went on with her day and met her best friend Jessica down the street and they hugged and bounced up and down, kaileys skirt bouncing up and down with her opposite body movements and they giggled and chatted the whole way on the bus, the 2 girls were both beautiful, both blonde and both kinky, making a perfect little friendship. They arrived to school and kailey went to the cafeteria and got a milk to start her day and they walked throughout the school before finding a spot to sit for the next 20 minutes before the bell rang, they chatted and giggled the whole time as kailey drank her milk and Jessica sipped her coffee Jessica saw under the table that kaileys legs were spread and she saw her panties "nice pink panties, they look adorable on you" she said and kailey giggled wiggling on the seat keeping her legs spread, not afraid for people to see "Thought I'd tease a few boys today and give them something nice to look at" she giggled and kept them spread out as guys looked at her but not up the skirt.. yet. The bell rang for first period and the girls waved goodbye, kailey was starting her day off with English class, followed by Math, 2 classes which which she was pretty good at.. she pulled out her big water bottle and set it on the very right corner perfectly of her single desk and pulled out her textbook and she remembered 'oh shit, I've got a science test 4th.. I completely forgot' she thought and twirled her thumbs in her beautiful silky hair.. the day dragged on and she kept drinking from her bottle, filling her bladder, she didnt have a really big bladder, so 4 little bottles of water was enough to fill her little bladder. When it was lunch time a few hours later, she was studying for her science test, she was with Jessica again sitting outside as guys walked by and she had her legs spread and guys walked by looking and peering up and she giggled, but Jessica noticed that she was squirming pretty badly "Kayls?" "Yeah?.." she said and turned her legs facing her and tightened her big thighs together "You gotta pee?" She smirked and leaned forward looking up to her on the table, kailey blushed with a red hot face "Maybe.. yes very badly, but I've gotta study for this damn science test, and I cant miss out or I'm just gonna forget" she said whining a bit letting out a whimper which turned Jessica on and she reached up her skirt and touched herself briefly lining the squirming and whining "Mhm, well go use the bathroom you've still got 5 minutes" she giggled and kailey nodded and went to use the bathroom, and when she found it and went inside all the stalls were full and there was girls waiting right in line 'oh my God are you fucking kidding me..'she said and left and went to get her stuff and Jessica was there on her phone "better?" She asked smiling "The bathroom is fucking full" kailey groaned and got her stuff and put it in her bag "Well the bell is gonn-" and as Jessica said that the bell rang and kailey groaned "Mr Macdonald better let me piss.." she said "If not you could go in your panties" Jessica said giggling "No, that's disgusting I dont wanna ruin them and thats so embarrassing" kailey said bouncing up and down squeezing her thighs "Suit yourself" Jessica said and walked off and kailey thought 'Why would she want me to wet myself?.. that's so weird surely it must feel so gross, what a weirdo' and she ran to the last class with her legs clenched and got in her assigned seat right on the middle row on the far left side of the class and set her bag down And when the bell for class rang her teacher walked in and closed the door and passed out the tests to everyone and when he stopped at her table she tapped his shoulder "please.. may I use the washroom?" She said and he shook his head no "You had your chance, so hold it" he said and went and sat at his desk "You may begin" he said and everyone put their heads down and started and so did kailey.. she was so desperate to go she could burst right there, and she still had an 1:15 to go.. she had to try and hold it as best she could.. Midway through the test she was just over halfway done and she was really really needing to go.. and she had her left hand shoved up her skirt clenching her panties, which were surprisingly still dry. But then she let out a leak and she felt a tiny little wet spot which didnt bug her but it meant she wasn't able to hold for much longer.. and she kept on holding it. Throughout the class she kept leaking dampening her panties a bit and she started to panic 'no no no no.. this cant be happening' she said so faintly and let out a spurt into her panties and she whimpered.. they were pretty damp, she lifted up her skirt slightly and saw they were still bright pink except where her bum was, she could feel it being a bit wet and it was warm.. and she enjoyed the little warmth and there was a little bit of a darker spot near the bottom of the chair and a tiny little puddle on the chair 'I cant.. I cant hold it much longer, this is gonna be the end of my life' she said and let out a leak on purpose to see if would relive stress and it didnt.. it made it worse and she grinded her teeth and set her pencil down 'fuck it.. I've just gotta go..'she said and inched forward and lifted her skirt a bit so it wasn't under her ass so it wouldn't get wet and she slid to the back of her chair and rolled her skirt up so her panties were fully visible and she groaned before a loud hissing sound came from her panties, the golden fluid gushed out at a million miles an hour splattering into her oanties causing a loud hissing sound and the splattering of the pee on the floor was loud and she hit her head against the desk and started to cry loudly as it continued to flood out of her, she could.feel her panties getting absolutely destroyed by the hot piss as it spread up the front of her panties and the back.. she continued to pee at full force for about half a minute before it dripped off the chair and the hissing stopped and all that could be heard was the faint cries from her and her skirt flopped back down covering her panties slightly.. they were so warm.. and wet they clung to her soaked pussy nicely but this was a horrible spot to have an accident and she looked down while sobbing her tears adding to the puddle which spread under the whole table to the chair infront of her as it dripped from her chair still.. "Kailey go to the nurse, and take your stuff he said and she packed up leaving her test on the table.. when she walked she left a few dribbles in the hall from her still drenched panties and she sat in the nurses office and called her mom and she rushed to pick her up and soon she got ther and she hopped in the car and rolled up her skirt to inspect the damage and.. it was bad, the front of her panties were drenched, only having a small untouched bright pink spot near the top and the patch up the back went about 2/3 of the way up her ass, and sat back and thought to herself 'that.. didnt feel that bad.. it was just a horrible time, maybe ill try again.. I dont know' Once home she showered and put on a new pair of white panties and threw the drenched pink ones in the wash, and she plopped her pink pjs again and googled "wetting" on and incognito tab and found articles on peeing yourself and why it feels so good and she browsed and browsed before closing the tab and laying down "I'll try it again tomorrow" and she closed her eyes and took a nap To be continued?..
  12. 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
  13. 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.
  14. 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.
  15. 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…
  16. 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
  17. 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. :(
  18. 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.
  19. 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!>
  20. 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
  21. During the Tournament between Universe 6 & Universe 7 other events unfold on Planet Sadala. Caulifla, a Saiyan Fighter Prodigy, was enjoying her time back at her place with Kale and no one else around. Caulifla: *Yawns* Kale: Uh Sis... Caulifla: Yes, my protegee Kale: Um since it's just the 2 of us alone her can we... um... well... train again?.... puh-please? Caulifla: Sure but first I got to take a piss care to join me? Kale: *Shocked* Well I don't really... well... you know... need to go that bad... really (Caulifla see's Kale squirming & holding her crotch) Caulifla: Nonsense. I can tell you need to go too, hey why won't we just go together here. What do you say? Kale: Well if it's with you... then... sure... I will Caulifla: Let's make this interesting *takes off clothes* Kale: *Shocked* Huh!? Um... Sis... what are you doing!? Caulifla: Taking off my clothes so I can feel more comfortable peeing. Now let's get you out of your clothes too. Kale: That's okay Sis... I'll just only... well you know... take off my Black Short Leggings. Caulifla: Oh okay then. That works too. (Caulifla's goes to the left side to pee stand up on her wall) Caulifla: *Starts peeing like a loud water hose* Oh hell yes! Feels so great! Hey Kale care to join in any second now!? Kale: I'm coming... *walks towards Caulifla's location* I'm just going to squat *nervously starts to pee* Caulifla: *Stops her pee for a few seconds* Having trouble my protegee? Kale: Well... kind of... um... Caulifla: I got an idea, we'll pee together *smiles* Kale: Huh? What do you mean? (Caulifla squats behind Kale, grabs Kale up to her body) Kale: What the!? Sis... um... what are you doing!? Caulifla: Don't worry, like this we can both pee together at the same time. This'll be fun. (Kale starts to actually pee but gets her Red Skirt wet by accident & Caulifla continues to pee) Caulifla & Kale: Aaah! *sighs* Kale: (Wow both me & Sis doing this kind of thing together is so odd yet I kind of enjoy it) *giggles* Caulifla: See how fun this is Kale? *chuckles* Don't worry in the mean time we'll get you a new Red Skirt and I'll wash up. (Both stop peeing) Caulifla: Okay then, that's that. Time for me to wash up you want to come & wash up with me? Kale: Um... in a sec... I'm just gonna sit here for a bit... Caulifla: Alright then, see you in a bit. Kale: (That was... pretty exciting... just makes me... want to) *Touches her sensitive area & gropes her left breast* Ah, ah, ah, oh Sis, ah, ah, oh yes... Kale: *Now fingers her sensitive area & continues to grope her breast* Ah yes Sis, oh, ah, ah, ah... (I'm gonna pee again) Kale: Sis, oh yes, oh sis, ah, ah, I'm gonna pee again--gonna pee again--Oh my! *urine gushes out of her* Awww.... *smiles* Caulifla Shouts: Kale, are you alright!? Are you coming to the showers or not!? Kale: Yes I am Sis. I'll be right there now. (Oh I came alright) *giggles* Next on to a New Chapter...
  22. 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.
  23. A user on VK uploaded this video. A cute girl talks about how she had to pee her pants in her car during a snow storm. There are also short clips of that day's events interjected. The video probably originated on Youtube or a similar platform. Sorry if it's a repost as I generally don't go for videos like these. [360] I PIS_ED MY PANTS IN MY CAR[360, Mp4].mp4
  24. Hey, a few years ago I read a story on ExperienceProject (a site with several stories about omo that is sadly closed) and maybe someone copied it and still has it: The story was about a teen boy having a birthday party or something like that at home and one of his friends forgot his phone and asked for his. He gave him his phone but forgot to close the tab with Omorashi on it. The other boy got interested and they started a holding contest. It would be amazing if someone could Help me finding this story. thanks
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