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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?..

Not sure if there's any other Cr1tikal fans here, but he recently posted a video where he tells a story about how he suddenly needed to pee badly during a car ride with no decent bathroom nearby and the ensuing quest for relief. No pictures or video of it is shown, but maybe some of you will enjoy the story https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2TrBxiulPyM

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.

So there was a game I played that you can play it on a browser and you had to pick some options to make your date either wet her self or to prevent her from wetting herself. Does anybody know the name or has played it before?

I know this is a long shot but I am looking for some help in finding a story I remember reading a few months ago. It concerned a boyfriend and girlfriend desperate during a car trip. He goes to pick her up from school or work and they end up stopping at a restaurant. He tries to use the restroom and it is closed so they both end up not being able to go and he is quite desperate. That's most of what I really remember. I've tried looking here, tumblr, just googling but I have not been able to find it. Thank you!

This story does involve bathroom usage, but there was no wetting or anything and the story is about a little boy so I don’t want people to be masturbating to this so I’m not posting it in omorashi general. I went skiing over the weekend. Now, it’s notoriously hard to use the bathroom while skiing, as you have to get all the way down the mountain, get your skiis off, lock them up, walk in your uncomfortable and hard to walk in ski boots into the lodge (and in my case down a flight of stairs) and all the way to the bathroom, where you then have to lower all your layers, including the hard to remove snow pants, in order to use the tiolet/urinal. And kids are known to not want to try and use the bathroom until they really have to go, especially when getting ready to ski at the ski lodge. Anyway so I was skiing on Sunday and my family and I had stopped to have lunch in the lodge and before we went back out I decided I should use the bathroom. I go downstairs and enter the bathroom. In it I see a young (somewhere between 5 and 8) boy and presumably his father. They had just entered the bathroom and the boy is kind of standing around. I head towards a stall and see him struggling to get his snow pants down in front of the Urinal. I peed in the tiolet and walked back out of the stall and to the sink to wash my hands and this kid is still trying to remove his clothes. Finally, a few seconds later, he gets his clothes off and starts peeing in the urinal. What i heard next was priceless: in the most happy excited high pitched voice, this kid says “dad, I didn’t pee my pants!!” I don’t know what was going on in his head, but his tone of voice made it sound like this was a first, or at least it wasn’t so common for him to make it to the tiolet while skiing. It’s very likely that there was just one accident and he was just proud of making it this time, or he was new to skiing and this was only the second time he had had to pee while skiing, and that the other time had ended in an accident, but his tone of voice definitely suggested that this was exciting and maybe a little unexpected, or at least that there had been one or more instances of peeing his pants. Just thought that was really cute to hear and thought I would share it here.

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

Well, where do i begin? Ever since i was a child i had what i'd call quite the imagination. I would make up stories with original characters, real people including myself, as well as of already existing fictional characters. I would even invent stories with combinations of two or more of the three incorporated. I've occasionally written down some of these stories and or drawn pictures and attempted comics to portray my stories. Well recently I've been noodling with ideas for characters and a story that i think are pretty cool. I also came up with the idea to jot down all my ideas for a story and write a book. (Well actually, i look at my story as a tv show with multiple episodes, but i lack the capabilities of actually producing a cartoon so i'll have to use what i got.) What i realised is that i really like the daydreaming/creative part but i find it hard to motivate myself to actually write down my thoughts. All i've physically produced so far is some written down ideas and a few drawings of characters. I've always been like this, i've had big ideas and daydreams but little motivation to make them reality. The big question i guess is; Can a story or character that exist purely or almost purely in my head be valid, or do they need to be written down or transcribed in some physical medium? I'm just seeking people's opinion and or experiences with my situation and am very interested about hearing others' similar experiences.

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

Here are some more pics with stories I had on tumblr. I hope you like them.

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

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

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. :(

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

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.

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…

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

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

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...

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.

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

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!>

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

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

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