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  1. Hello everyone I had an idea for an interactive fic staring the women of the MCU, characters and actors alike. The basic premise of the story is this the characters and actors periodically swap minds at random, and they only swap back when they wet themselves. So for example if Peggy Carter switched with Hayley Atwell the only way for them to switch back is if either Peggy had an accident in Hayley's body or if Hayley had an accident in Peggy's body. Now my first question is. Which way would you want to see this play out? A. The actor's mind in the character's body B. The character's mind in the actor's body C. Switch back and forth between A and B. (note if you choose this option tell me which one you want to start with either A or B) My second question is. Which character/actor pairing would you like? A. Kate Bishop (Hawkeye)/ Hailee Steinfeld B. Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)/ Scarlett Johansson C. Daisy Johnson (Quake)/ Chloe Bennet Now my plan is to write the next segment after I either get 5 answers or after 48 hours, whichever comes first, and depending on how many answers I get the number for answers might increase. Also every so often I may ask about choosing another character/actor pairing or staying with the current pairing. Hope you enjoy. If you would like to see some of my writing check out the RP section.
  2. Hi everyone, I'm excited to finally be posting on this forum. I've been a long time lurker here, and finally decided to join the community. This is my very first post, and I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to leave comments for me about my writing or ask questions if you're curious about my stories! Thank you all in advance! --- Some background first: My former job was as an associate psychologist, working for a child and adolescent mental health services (CAMHS) agency. We were running a pilot programme whereby school psychologists/ social workers/ counsellors could call in and refer a student with suspected mental health conditions (e.g., depression, anxiety, OCD, PTSD, eating disorders, conduct disorders) for a free mental health assessment – with their parent or legal guardian’s consent, of course. If we accepted the case, myself or one of my colleagues would travel down to the school and speak to the student in what’s known as a clinical interview. We also would interview the parents or legal guardians to get a more holistic picture of the student’s struggles, as well as the student’s form tutor or other teachers. After a couple of weeks, we would then put together a report with our findings, as well as management plan with our recommendations for the student (e.g. to receive counselling for XXX issues, to have a teacher aide assigned to them during class, to receive extra time during exams). Sometimes there was a ‘happy ending’ when the student began receiving extra support and care for their mental wellbeing. Other times, it was frustrating and sad to see how the student’s school and/or parents were, for various reasons, unable or unwilling to help. The programme eventually shut down due to lack of funding and other systemic issues, however, I remember my time fondly there due to the meaningful work in youth mental health… and also the countless opportunities to indulge in my budding omorashi interests! Here’s a short story about one of those times where I had a close call. If this takes off, I might write in greater detail about my experiences when I can! ___ When I was new on the job, I was assigned to shadow an older, more experienced colleague whom I will refer to as Zara. I was to follow her out on her school visits for the first 2-3 months and learn how to conduct the mental health assessments according to our agency’s protocols. At the very beginning, I was not expected to conduct the assessments at all, but simply sit in to observe and take detailed notes, which would later contribute towards the report we would write together. Now, because our agency wanted to minimise travel costs (we were given transport allowances to take taxis or Grab/ Uber/ Lyft cars between our office and the schools), we were encouraged to do all the interviews on the same day to minimise the need for multiple visits to the same school (these were the days before Covid and the rise of online meeting platforms like Zoom). That usually meant spending about half the day for each school assessment, speaking to the student, parents/ legal guardians, and any school staff who wanted to offer us information about said student. It was not uncommon to spend up to 4-5 hours in the same meeting room with little to no breaks while we spoke to all these people! On this particular day, Zara had scheduled a school visit after lunch. I took great care to minimise my fluid intake from mid-morning onwards, sipping water only when necessary. I also made sure to use the restroom right before we set out on a 20-minute taxi ride to the school. There, we were greeted by the school social worker, who showed us to a small meeting room within the reception office. I had been keeping an eye out for signs pointing out the restrooms, but there weren’t any, and I was much too shy to ask. I reassured myself that I would be ok, and that as a student myself years ago I often lasted entire 7-hour school days without a single restroom visit. However, it had been cold and rainy all day, which usually makes me have to pee more. That’s how I found myself already needing to pee just barely an hour into the assessment, and I began to worry. From the background information that the school social worker had given us, I knew that this student we were interviewing that day was Alex (not his real name), a 14-year-old boy in foster care. He came from a complex family involving multiple stressors such as divorce, domestic violence, and a history of drug use on his biological father’s side. He had been referred to us as he had been having panic attacks in class and was observed to be in a low, depressed mood for the past 3 months. As Zara spoke to Alex, he broke down crying at many points as he told us, in great detail, about the horrific abuse he’d endured or witnessed at home. This gave us plenty of information for our report, and perhaps one for CPS too, but it meant that the student interview segment lasted for just over 2.5 hours! And we still had to speak to Alex’s foster parents, not to mention his teachers! I had been hoping that we would have the opportunity for a quick break in between the student and parents interview segments, but to my dismay, this would not be the case. The school social worker had been waiting outside the meeting room with Alex’s foster parents, having arrived at reception nearly 30 minutes before we’d finished talking to him. There was no polite way to excuse myself, not when they had already been waiting patiently for so long, and it would certainly be inconsiderate of me to keep them waiting while I went in search of the nearest restrooms. I briefly wondered if Zara herself needed the restroom by this point, but she showed no signs of it as she warmly ushered the foster parents into the meeting room and shut the door. Like Alex, his foster parents were forthcoming with their worries about his mental health struggles. They answered Zara’s questions readily, and for the most of their interview, it kept me occupied typing up notes on my laptop. However, as time passed, it became increasingly difficult to distract myself from my now urgent need. By now, it was about 3.5 hours since Zara and I had arrived at the school – which meant it was nearly 4 hours since I’d last peed. I was not yet struggling to hold on, but I was at the stage where I was alternating between crossing my legs and tapping my feet slightly under the table. Again, I briefly considered excusing myself from the meeting room – perhaps by pretending to take a call on my work phone – but I had no idea how quickly I would be able to locate the nearest restrooms, use it, and return to the interview. Also, being fairly new on the job, I wanted to give Zara a good impression of myself, and running off to the restrooms halfway through an assessment was certainly not the way to go about it. By the end of the parent interview (time check: 4.5 hours since I last peed), I could barely stop myself from fidgeting in my seat and moaning quietly whenever I accidentally jolted my overfull bladder. Rising from the table to walk Alex’s foster parents out of the meeting room, I had to tense my muscles down there as I felt the urge double in intensity. With every step I took, I could feel my rock-hard bladder pushing against the waistband of my work trousers. To say that I was horrified when I saw four teachers waiting outside would be an understatement. Clearly, they were all there to speak to Zara and I about Alex, and one of them was even carrying Alex’s school records folder (basically a file with the student’s personal information, important medical history, parents’ contact information, and copies of their report cards). Normally, seeing this many teachers show up was a good sign, because it usually meant that the student was more likely to receive care and support afterwards – but today, when all I really wanted was to race to the nearest restroom, it sent me into despair. I cursed the cool and rainy weather under my breath. Once again, as I held the door to the meeting room open and watched the teachers file in, my mind raced to find an opportunity to excuse myself for a short while, but failed. Gritting my teeth I retook my seat at the now crowded table, and just about stopped myself from wincing as my bladder protested the movement. Please… I thought. Please don’t take too long. Aren’t teachers always complaining that they’re busy with loads of essays and worksheets to mark after school every day? Then surely they’ll try to make this meeting quick, right? With trembling hands, I resumed typing notes into my laptop as Zara skilfully dived into interviewing the teachers and inviting them to share their concerns regarding Alex’s wellbeing and academic performance. I was simply bursting now, hardly daring to breathe, trying to stay as still as possible while bouncing my legs under the table. Sweat was beading down my back, and I wondered how long more I could last in this distinctly uncomfortable state before I finally had no choice but to excuse myself. It was quickly approaching emergency status, so I was only half-listening to Zara and the teachers by now, and not even my note-taking could distract me from the incessant urges from my bladder. I began to rehearse what I would say aloud. Please excuse me for a moment, I really need the restroom. Or, please excuse me, I will be back in a few minutes. Or perhaps I apologise, I’m in need of a quick break… My musings were interrupted by a knock on the door, and I fervently hoped it wasn’t someone else joining us midway through with even more information to give us about Alex. The school social worker walked in, and my heart dropped. “Hello, sorry to interrupt, but I thought you might all like some refreshments? It’s been a long day, and I’m very thankful for your support for Alex.” It was then I noticed she was carrying a tray of drinks and biscuits, which she carefully set down on the table. “Goodness,” she continued saying, glancing around. “Had I known there would be so many of us, I would have booked a bigger meeting room – it’s looking a little crammed in here! Would you like to move to the meeting room in the next corridor and have a bit more breathing space?” Before I could react, a couple of the teachers had murmured their assent, and moved to follow her out, no doubt eager to stretch their legs after sitting for a while as we’d talked. Or perhaps they were hungry and thirsty and simply wanted to get a bite to eat as soon as they settled into the other meeting room. I was almost crying as I stood, and had to grit my teeth to stop myself from gasping aloud when a particularly strong urge emanated from my bladder. Taking great care to minimise unnecessary movements, I gathered my belongings, and followed them to wherever they were going. As we turned a corner into the next corridor, walking deeper into the reception office, my eyes fell onto a sign pointing out the restrooms at the end, and the meeting room about halfway down. Taking a moment to steady myself, I turned to Zara, who had been walking just behind me, and said as calmly as possible, “Zara, if you don’t mind, I’m going to the restroom over there before we resume the meeting.” It came out a bit more forcefully and loudly then I would’ve liked, but this was no time for modesty. I didn’t know when my next chance to use a restroom would be, and I doubted I could wait any longer. “Oh, of course, go ahead,” Zara replied, but I had already started down the corridor before she’d finished her answer. I didn’t even bother entering the meeting room to first place my laptop and bag on the table before heading to the restrooms; the only thought on my mind was to finally relieve myself of this terribly urgent, all-consuming need. As I hurriedly closed the distance between myself and the restrooms, the waistband of my smart work trousers was tight against my bulging bladder, and I was actively clenching my openings shut as pangs of urgency assaulted them. I was so, so full, and I was trembling in desperation as I pushed open the door to the thankfully unoccupied ladies’ restroom. Haphazardly dumping my laptop and bag onto the sink counter, I rushed into the nearest stall, undoing the top button of my trousers as I went along. Yanking down the zip with one hand while jamming the lock shut, my breath hitched as I fought to retain control for just a few moments more. It took a few seconds for my stream to start after I’d thrown myself onto the toilet. I had been expecting a thick, gushing stream to begin pouring out almost immediately, but apparently, I had been so extremely full that my bladder was only releasing a thin, continuous stream. Having read about this phenomenon on other posts in this forum, I didn’t try to push or bear down to pee faster, but it was absolute agony as I wanted relief as soon as possible and yet my bladder was taking its own sweet time to empty itself! About 5-6 seconds after my stream started, I reached for my smartwatch and began timing it. I simply sat on the toilet, basking in the gradual relief as my bladder slowly but surely deflated. Exhaling loudly in satisfaction, I slumped forward slightly, closed my eyes, and tried to savour the pure goodness of how it felt to finally pee after having been in such desperate need for the last 4 hours or so after I first felt the urge. Despite knowing that there was no one else in the restroom with me, I resisted the urge to moan in relief. My stream didn’t increase in intensity at all throughout, so I was forced to sit there and give in to my body. Halfway through my extended pee, my thoughts had turned to Zara and the other school staff back in the meeting room waiting for me, but I knew I had to take care of myself first – and forcing my bladder to pee faster could hurt it. On and on my stream went, steadily emptying into the toilet. As the last drops of urine plinked into the water, I glanced back at my watch. I stopped the timer at 01:53, which meant that if I included the 5 or so seconds at the beginning, I had been peeing for nearly 2 minutes! Realising this, I ran a hand over my bladder, sighing in relief once again as I revelled in the glorious feeling of being empty. It had been some time since I had been in such frantic, desperate need of the toilet, and it probably one of the closest calls I had ever had (at the time) where I was doubting my ability to get to a restroom in time. I quickly cleaned myself up, making sure I was once again presentable, before heading back to the meeting. The meeting went on to last another 45 minutes, as the teachers took turns to share their observations regarding Alex in his various classes and in general as they’d seen him around the school. We also had a short discussion on how they could continue looking out for him moving forwards. I was so grateful that I had taken the chance to use the restroom when I did, because I really think I would not have lasted the extra time without either disgracing myself or having to excuse myself at a much more inopportune moment halfway through! Zara, on the other hand, demonstrated her remarkable capacity to me that day. In total, we had been at the school for slightly more than 5 hours (2.5h for the interview with Alex, 1.5h for the interview with Alex’s foster parents, and just over 1h for the teachers’ meeting), and yet she did not even hint at any need for the restroom in all that time. The only indication that she had been holding on for some time was when we both stopped by the restroom after the meeting, and she spent a considerably longer time in her stall relieving herself, compared to my much shorter “safety pee” (it was approaching the evening rush hour by the time we left). I marvelled at how Zara had even been drinking steadily from her coffee flask throughout the interviews, whereas I had only sipped from a water bottle and yet ended up so bursting for the toilet in the end!
  3. So, yesterday, I made the mistake of eating a LOT of cheese, and drinking a milkshake. I didn't think it would be a big deal, cause I drink milk pretty often despite being lactose intolerant. Anyways, I had just chugged an entire energy drink before heading to the store with a friend who I definitely don't have a crush on lol and everything was perfectly fine, so we decided to go get some pizza (the pizza place is about a 10 minute walk from my house). The walk over was perfectly fine, but that's when all the dairy I had eaten finally hit me. There were a lot of people in line, and I swear my stomach was louder than the earthquakes we have in California lol so there I was, in front of MY CRUSH, trying to hold back an avalanche of unknown proportions. They kept trying to talk to me on the way back, but I couldn't answer anything with more than a few words because of how hard I had to concentrate on clenching my butt tighter than I ever have before, and we still had like 10 minutes before I'd be able to find a bathroom. Every few steps it felt like it was gonna come spurting out, and he made me laugh so hard that I let out a HUGE fart. Luckily there was a motorcycle passing by when it happened so I don't think they heard it. When we got home, wouldn't you know it, my key wasn't working. I finally got it to work after some finagling and rushed inside as fast as my bowels could handle. I got my panties down just in time, and it felt like I was peeing from my ass. I didn't save them completely, but they were mostly clean. Note to myself for the future, either eat less cheese, or wear a diaper when going out lol
  4. Second time this has happened now, and well I haven’t gone to the toilet in two days being constipated but also messing my self. Idk it’s horrible and annoying. woke up and just existed for the start of the day, waiting for my friend to text me like we’d arranged the day before, than finally when the did so I got up had my shower did my hair into a bun and put on sum cargos and a hoodie, no bra recently cuz the heat’s making my tits chafe against my bras with how sweaty I get. Finished off cleaning my self up just about in time than left the house with them, stopped on the way to meet another friend before we made it to the park. was all fine for about 5 minutes, than it just happened, I messed in my panties without having any power to stop it, it wasn’t all I had in me, but enough for me to feel it moving. and enough for that it spread, onto my thighs and down them than back up my ass and eventually into my bush that I haven’t been bothered to cut, that made it even worse. Playing football with a messy ass that I can feel and than eventually smell, not like I can slow down and stop playing or just leave so I play the same, meaning it just spreads more and even more came out. by the end of this hour and half I felt horrid to be honist. And scared my friends would find out, but never mind them. on the way back my friend even commented on the smell and blamed it on my feet, which embarrassingly are known to smell a lot after we play. Not like I don’t wash them, also, we get back to the friend house and I excuse my self to the bathroom. Go in and check up and my panties and almost fully brown, and my ass is too. but than a gift from god, weirdly enough. My foot was bleeding, I looked down and my sock was red and the end I used this to tell my friend I was going to have to clean it and went back to my house. threw my pants off and had a little rub not thinking any bit of the fact that I was in shat in panties Thankfully I got non near my pussy. Than threw my panties and socks in the bath and washing them and then myself. returned to normal and went on with the day. unlike last time where I sat in my own shit at my friend house for hours with constant remarks being thrown at my smell. even writing this I ended up messing my self a bit, but I still haven’t had to actually go I just end up going in my pants randomly.
  5. Hi Omo Lovers! I am bringing to you yet another character who is absolutely obsessed with holding her pee. This is an on-going commission and one which was specifically designed to bring out the raw obsession with controlling one's bladder. Our heroine is a 23 year old girl named Kriti and her adventures with Rex. (Please note: This story involves some bits of male desperation too.) Also if any of you lovely people are looking for someone to write captivating , complex omo stories for you, please DM me. I will be happy to take commissions :-) _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The First Meet: There are people who are obsessed, then there are people who are super-obsessed. And then there’s Kriti who just can’t get enough of pee holding. I recorded all our adventures in my journal. . . It was one of the initial weeks at my post-grad. As always I really needed to pee by the end of the last lecture – like I was clenching and un-clenching every few minutes to fight the waves. But I liked it this way, relishing the tension in my bladder, a kind of thrill that made the day a bit more interesting. "Hey Rex!" Julia's voice called out from behind me. I turned to see her and Lila hurrying towards me, big grins on their faces. "Hey guys," I greeted, shifting slightly from one foot to the other. I'd drunk at least three bottles of water, two cups of coffee, and a large, iced tea throughout the day. The combination had created a rather urgent situation, but I wasn't quite ready to give in. "We were just about to head out to the movies," Lila said, glancing at me curiously. "You look like you're in a rush." "Uh, no, just... thinking about stuff," I replied, trying to sound casual. "Which one are we going to?" "Kiriti chose that Justice League Snyder Cut.” "Fuck! That’s a 4-hour long movie." Lila looked concerned. “She needs to know not everyone can control their pee like her.” All my senses got electrified immediately, especially down there. “What do you mean?” I tried to supress my excitement. “Just ignore it Rex. Kriti is crazy. She just never pees.” Julia said sighing. “Do you mind waiting here till we will use the washroom. Kriti is not going to go anyways.” Lila pulled Julia and hurried off to the restroom, leaving me standing there, shifting from foot to foot. I checked my watch. How long could they possibly take? Not that I was complaining. A couple of minutes later I found myself shifting my weight from one foot to the other, when I heard a teasing voice from behind me. "Hi! You must be Rex! Hi, I’m Kriti.” I turned to see a bombshell smiling naughtily at me. “Hey Kriti, nice meeting you.” I cheerfully responded. My eyes were watering as I forced myself to not stare at her heaving cleavage, or her chiselled midriff, of her skirt that barely reached her crotch. "Nice to meeeet you Rex.” Kriti’s words stretched as she looked at me with confusion. Well, the vein on my forehead could have popped out. Then she looked down at her boobs, threatening to burst out of her tank top. She bit her lips and again teased me, “You are perhaps the only guy who looked at me in the eye.” Before I could respond, Julia and Lila reappeared, looking much more comfortable. “You wanna go?” Julia asked, pointing towards the restroom door. “Babe, it’s Tuesday. I don’t pee on Tuesdays.” Kriti rolled her eyes. That’s when I ACTUALLY looked at her midriff. She was so petite that her bladder bulge jutted out like a pillow under a sheet. No Toilet Tuesdays: “I don’t pee on Tuesdays...” Kriti’s words kept echoing in my head as we walked to the theatre. My gaze never left her contoured midsection. I didn’t even bother to check the projection of her bust in that toddler sized top. Despite that belt squeezing her bulge into two parts like an hourglass, she didn’t flinch or squirm even once. There were a few moments when I caught her looking at the tent inside my pant. Loved to watch the corner of puffy lips bend into a supressed smile. Inside the theatre, we settled into our seats. Julia and Lila were busy chatting about the latest campus gossip, while I tried to focus on anything but the pressure in my bladder. Kriti, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease, even though I knew she had to be feeling the same urgency. How did she do it? But there were more surprises to come. As we sat down, Kriti turned to us with a mischievous grin. “Anybody want anything to drink?” “I’ll have a soda,” Lila said. “Me too!” Julia chimed in. “Great,” Kriti said, standing up. “What about you Rex?” I stared at her, flabbergasted. Was she serious? "Uh, I’m good," I managed to say, not trusting myself to drink anything more. “C’mon dude!” She playfully nudged me. “You can sneak out if nature calls. I am not going to judge you.” She winked at me and left from her seat. I watched her walk away, her butt cheeks wiggling under that teeny tiny skirt. She came back with a tray balancing five sodas, three small and two giants sized colas. By giant I mean, they were almost the size of my thighs. Then, to my utter astonishment, she downed half of her first cola in one go even before the movie began. “God I was thirsty.” She licked her lips and then immediately continued to chug the rest. As the movie started, I tried to concentrate on the plot, but my mind kept drifting back to Kriti. She sat there, calmly sipping her drinks, her face showing no signs of discomfort. Her toned legs were casually crossed and hands brushing against mine. I gulped down my throat as I struggled with that puny soda. My nails dug into the armrest. My butthole clenched tight as I fought the onslaught of waves. It was getting impossible to sit still. Halfway through the movie, I glanced over at Kriti. Her first cola was long gone, and she was happily sipping her second one, her face serene. “Gal Gadot must have such a strong bladder, just look at her one-piece costume.” Kriti giggled. Seriously, she was thinking about other’s bladders without a care of her own. How on earth was she doing it? Meanwhile, I was practically dancing in my seat, trying to stay composed. By the end of the movie, my bladder was screaming for relief. Kriti stood up slowly. The weight of 2 litre of colas was weighing her down. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead but apart from that – NOTHING. No squirming, no clenching of teeth. Nil, nada! She had to pull her skirt up against her considerably larger bulge. I had tears in my eyes thinking of how her nerves were firing inside her, but she didn’t make a move toward the bathroom. Julia and Lila, on the other hand, practically bolted from their seats the moment the credits rolled, disappearing into the restroom with a sense of urgency that I envied. Kriti and I stood just outside the bathroom, both of us silent as we watched the bustle of people coming and going. I subtly shifted my weight from one foot to other. Kriti stood with her hands on her waist, tapping her foot. “They always have to pee after a movie.” She pouted. The tension between us was palpable. After a few moments, I couldn’t resist continuing the topic. "So, Kriti," I began, trying to sound casual. "Do you really not pee on Tuesdays?" Kriti’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she turned to me. "Oh, I know it sounds absurd but yeah! I call it No-Toilet-Tuesdays." she replied with a grin. "Even the rest of the days are more or less the same. Peeing just feels like such a waste of time, you know?" I couldn’t help but chuckle at her response. "Yeah, I can relate. I haven’t gone since yesterday morning too," I said trying to show my strength. “Yesterday morning,” Her expression changed from surprise to confusion. “I thought you have been holding longer than me.” She chuckled and came closer. What did she mean? She was holding for even longer. A bucket load of blood rushed towards my manhood. “Guess that makes two of us who like to play this game.” I blurted out cluelessly. "Exactly!" Kriti exclaimed, nodding in agreement. "Who needs the bathroom when you’ve got willpower?" As we exited the theatre, we all walked to a nearby restaurant to grab dinner. The cool evening air did little to alleviate the growing urgency in my bladder. As we sat down and ordered, I couldn’t help but marvel at Kriti. She was quieter now, her movements more deliberate, but still no sign of giving in. When our drinks arrived, I stared at my water, debating whether to take a sip. Kriti, on the other hand, took a long drink from her glass, her face a mask of calm. “You okay, Kriti?” Julia asked, noticing her unusual quietness. “Yeah, just a bit tired,” Kriti replied with a smile. I thought I had finally caught her desperate but no! I imagined that her legs would be crossed like a pretzel under the table. But boy was I wrong. In fact, she was relaxed enough that I got an eyeful of upskirt. The rest of the dinner was a mix of laughter and casual conversation, but I couldn’t fully focus on it. Even on our way back the girls kept chattering. I was quiet and my eyes were scanning her for the slightest sign of discomfort. Instead, I saw the button on her skirt was fighting for its life while she kept enacting the characters from the movie like a goofball. I had no idea how she did this, but one thing was for sure, my post-grad is definitely going to be exciting AF. The Button Won’t Come Off: Another mind-bending experience which is still etched in my mind. It was one of those mornings where the alarm felt like a betrayal. I rolled out of bed, determined to stick to my plan: no morning pee and add some extra thrill to my day. It was the first time that I and Kriti were going to have common classes throughout the day, and I wanted to challenge myself to hold with Kriti. By the time I arrived, my bladder was uncomfortably full, like I had to prevent jostling my bladder too much. I spotted Kriti in the hallway before our first class. She was cheerful as ever, chatting animatedly with a few of her friends. She was dressed in tight racer back and jeans which looked more like they were painted on. Her waist already had red marks of the fabric denting into her skin. But what caught my eye, though, was the moderate bulge at her abdomen, a clear sign that she was already well into her usual bladder-holding routine. “Hey, Rex!” she greeted me with a bright smile. “Ready for another fun day?” “Absolutely,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “You seem… prepared as usual.” Kriti laughed, patting her water bottle. “Oh, you know me. Gotta stay hydrated!” Throughout our classes, I watched as Kriti kept sipping water, her bottle gradually emptying. I was curious how she managed it with such ease. Then, partway through the morning, she stood up and announced, “I need to go to the bathroom.” I raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. “Really?” I asked, unable to hide my skepticism. Kriti grinned. “Only to refill my water bottle. Don’t worry, Rex. My bladder’s still holding strong.” Relieved yet impressed, I nodded. “You’re something else, Kriti.” As the morning turned into lunchtime, we grabbed a table with a few friends. Lunch consisted of sandwiches and, of course, more drinks. I opted for a large, iced tea, while Kriti went for a giant smoothie. I could feel my bladder stretching, but I kept my discomfort under wraps, determined to maintain my composure. After lunch, we headed back to class. I was nearing my limit, but I knew I couldn’t let it show, especially not in front of Kriti. As we settled into our seats, Kriti was called up for her presentation. She looked a bit nervous, and I noticed her chugging down a full liter of water just before her turn. She took the floor with confidence, delivering her presentation flawlessly. There was no sign of discomfort or squirming, even as she stood there with a bladder that must have been on the verge of bursting. I couldn’t help but admire her poise. Once classes were over, I was ready to rush back to my dorm and finally relieve myself. But Kriti had other plans. “Hey, Rex, want to study together in the library?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with that familiar challenge. “Sure, why not?” I replied, even though my bladder was practically screaming at me. The library was cold, which didn’t help matters. We found a quiet corner and settled in with our books. Kriti’s movements were slower now, and she kept her legs tightly glued together. Yet, she continued to surprise me. Half an hour into the session she ordered green tea for both of us. What appeared to be an innocent study aid turned out to be a river of tea. She downed the tea, cup after cup, without a hint of desperation on her face. I mirrored her actions, grabbing a tea for myself. “You really don’t make this easy, do you?” I joked, trying to keep my voice steady. Kriti laughed softly. “What’s the fun in easy? Besides, it’s a good way to stay focused.” As the evening wore on, the cold library air made everything worse. Kriti’s determination was inspiring, though. Her legs remained firmly pressed together and her focus razor sharp. By 9 we had our dinner with some more water. She looked a little unsure as we headed back to the library. Upon asking she brushed it off saying, “My jeans is so tight. Its fucking killing me my Bladder.” “I can wait if you want”, pointing to the ladies room. “Oh no Rex! That’s not what I meant. I contain way more than this even when I pee.” She grabbed my arm tightly, blushing and squishing her rack. “What do you mean?” She just smiled to me and shrugged it off Back at the library, we exchanged glances, both of us aware of a silent competition. “Fancy some more tea?” Kriti asked with a grin. I forced a smile and nodded in a yes. The hours ticked by, the cold air making the pressure in my bladder even more unbearable. I went under the table making an excuse of picking up my pen. I sneakily ogled at her bladder, which was so swollen that it was casting a shadow on her crotch. Yet, she made no move towards the bathroom. We sat there, sipping our tea, working on our assignments, and silently challenging each other to hold on just a little longer. By midnight we were both tired and decided to call it a day. “Kriti, you’re amazing, you know that?” I said, packing my bag. She looked up, her eyes twinkling. “You’re not too bad yourself, Rex. It’s all about mind over matter.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, mind over bladder, more like.” I went ahead and tried to open the door to exit but it didn’t budge. My throat went dry as I realized we were locked in. Kriti and I had been so immersed in our studies that we failed to notice when the guards locked the door. “Kriti,” I whispered urgently. “I think we’re locked in.” She looked up at me, her eyes widening. “Are you serious?” She hurriedly came to the door, pulling and pushing with all her might, but in vain. We dialled security, but there was no answer. We tried calling our friends but had no network on our phones either. We were well and truly stuck. “Guess we’re spending the night here,” Kriti said with a resigned shrug. Despite the situation, she seemed remarkably calm. She pulled up her jeans tighter and collapsed on the couch. I could literally she her bulge sloshing under her skin. Meanwhile, I was failing miserably at hiding my growing desperation. I paced back and forth, trying to distract myself from the increasing pressure. Kriti, in contrast, settled onto the couch with a yawn, her legs crossed but still composed. “How can you be so relaxed?” I asked, exasperated. Kriti shrugged, leaning back. “Mind over bladder, remember?” I couldn’t help but laugh despite my discomfort. “You’re something else, Kriti.” Eventually, exhaustion took over, and Kriti fell asleep on the couch, her breathing steady and serene. I, on the other hand, was pacing like a caged animal, unable to sit still for more than a few minutes. I paced around, tried to read and even meditate. But nothing fucking worked. There was a time when I thought about letting it go in a dustbin but my conscience stopped me. Kriti wouldn’t even look at me if I did something so horrific. Somehow, I managed to doze off in a chair, but it was a restless sleep. When I woke up, morning sun was streaming through the library windows. My bladder pushed the pent-up pee to my dick with renewed vigour. My bladder was beyond full, and I was on the brink of losing control. I spotted Kriti still asleep on the couch, looking oddly peaceful despite the tremendous bulge in her abdomen. It had somehow grown even bigger. As I ogled at her washboard flat torso, I realized the projection of her bladder was just as striking as her massive breasts. I shook her shoulder gently. “Kriti, wake up! The library is about to open.” She stirred, blinking sleepily. “Morning already?” she mumbled, stretching. “How are you holding up?” “Not well,” I admitted, pulling at my hair in despair. “We need to get to the dorms, like, NOW.” Kriti glanced at her watch and shook her head. “I have class in ten minutes. I’ll go straight there.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and then squinted in disappointment, as she looked at her bulge, “HOW THE FUCK the button is still intact. I was confident it would come flying off like the other time. . .” She covered her face and grunted. My jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me?” “Never mind Rex! I just have ten minutes to my classes.” She said nonchalantly as she packed her bag. “Kriti, you haven’t peed since yesterday, and you’re just going to go to class?” “Correction, not just yesterday.” She smiled serenely. “Yep. I can handle it. You do you, Rex.” I couldn’t believe her composure. “You’re insane,” I said, half in admiration, half in disbelief. “I prefer determined,” she replied with a wink. With that, she gathered her things and headed off to her class. I watched her go, still in shock at her level of control. As for me, I couldn’t wait any longer. I bolted towards my dorm, each step feeling like it would be my last before bursting. “Good luck, Rex!” she called after me, her voice full of amusement. “Thanks!” I shouted back, sprinting as fast as I could. Finally reaching my dorm, I raced to the bathroom, relief in sight. I couldn’t help but scream at myself for being so weak. Kriti’s calm control was something to aspire to, but for now, I was just happy to have made it through the night, without wetting myself. As I finally relieved myself, I thought maybe, just maybe, next time I’d be able to hold it as well as she did. - - - To Be Continued - - -
  6. *Good morning all! I wanted to share some experiments I had done with desperation/wetting art on NovelAI. Through investigation, it looks like NovelAI has been giving people some trouble on wet spots. After a while, I was able to get some really good wet spots in the images, at least imo lol. Also, just an FYI; I vastly prefer the subtler aspects of desperation, such as crossing arms and hands in pockets, instead of an outright crotch hold. Finally, I also have most of the girls in the images looking very desperate despite the pee already flowing, as I was trying to make it look as though they were leaking and desperately trying to hold back the rest of the flood. Sorry if that’s not your thing, but if it is, please enjoy!!*
  7. {Hello! I feel like it's finally time to share my stories on here. Just hoping the reception is nice. 🤞} {But before we dive in, some disclaimers: 1) The protagonist in all these fics is the farmer, who is referred to by the second person ("you"). This was done mainly to avoid needing to gender the farmer as much as possible. You can insert yourself in this fic, or you can insert an OC. It is also because of this that certain descriptions may be left very vague. For example, I never specify if the farmer character sits or stands to pee. That's for your imagination to decide. 2) For the sake of having an easier time coming up with excuses as to why this farmer character can't just use any bathroom, I gave this farmer paruresis. I do NOT suffer from paruresis myself, so I apologize if anything I ever write about it feels ingenuine or unrealistic. If you have experience with it and wish to leave some feedback, I will welcome it. 3) My native language is not English, so I apologize if anything is written kind of weird. I also accept feedback on this. 4) Up to this date, all fics I have saved up are from before the 1.6 update of the game. If I can come up with ways to include 1.6 elements into these stories, then I will. In such cases, I will add a 1.6 Spoiler Warning at the top of the chapter. I will NOT spoiler warn for any of the content introduced in the 1.5 update, since it has been available on all platforms for some time now. 5) Lastly, all intellectual rights go to ConcernedApe. And though this may be obvious, I will say it just in case: DO NOT post these fics to other sites! This is for the enjoyment of omo lovers only!} 6 AM. You woke up and heard a bit of commotion outside. You heard something heavy being dropped onto the ground outside your house and the steps of sturdy boots. You blinked the sleepiness away, remembering why these noises were sounding out so early in the morning. Just the day before you had asked Robin to upgrade your house. ‘She's here already?’, you thought, ‘this early?’ You creaked open the door of your house, feeling a bit shy to fully come out, since you were still in your pajamas. Robin was in fact here, more than ready to put her expertise to work once more. “Hey there!” She greeted you once she saw you. “How’s it going?” “Hello,” you waved at her, still hiding halfway behind the door. “It's– good to see you again.” Robin stretched and placed her hands on her hips, taking a long look at your cabin. “Mmm… so much to do, I don't even know where to start!” She laughed, and you giggled a bit too. “You said you could give me a kitchen, didn't you?” “That's right, a kitchen is very much needed here, unless you’re okay with eating at Gus’ for the rest of your life.” “I wouldn't complain,” you grinned shyly, “his food is great. But, uhm, I’d also like to have a way to cook on my own.” “I getcha,” she said, walking around the house to get a better idea of how it was designed. When she walked close to the back, she spoke again. “Oh, I can also connect that outhouse to your home, so you’ll have an indoor bathroom. I’d say that’s also very convenient.” Oh yeah, the outhouse. A tiny, little wooden thing right behind your home, where it couldn't be seen unless one actively tried looking for it. You remember how awkward you felt on your first days in Stardew Valley, needing to head into such a narrow structure, rather than comfortably enter your home so you could take a piss. In fact, it had been hard not just to undo the mental habit of always heading inside your home to pee, but it had also been hard to get used to the outhouse at all. For about as long as you could remember, you’ve had quite the shy bladder. If something about a bathroom of any sort made you uncomfortable, be it the presence of people or the way you felt so exposed trying to use the toilet, then you had a difficult time relaxing so you could go. Over time, of course, you got used to the outhouse. Not like you had much of a choice there anyway, it was either the outhouse or pissing outside – an even bigger no-no. So, to hear you could have a proper bathroom in the privacy of your own home sounded magnificent. Without thinking, you nodded. “Oh, that’d be great, Robin!” “Alright!” She voiced exuberantly. “Time to work then!” “W-Would you like some breakfast first, though? I foraged lots of stuff the past few days, I can–” She grinned at you, “don't worry, I already ate. I’ve also brought my own lunch for later.” “Ah, okay, great! Let me, uhm, change clothes first though?” “Of course! I’ll be breaking down the outhouse’s walls to fuse it with your house in the meantime.” You nodded and thanked her for giving you that bit of privacy so you could get into your attire, a shirt, overalls and farm boots. You stepped out of your house and watched Robin remove the walls of the outhouse, leaving the ‘toilet’ in plain sight. It was more like a large chunk of wood with the typical plastic toilet seat attached to it, but still. And when you saw it, you realized something: you hadn't peed today. And when you realized that, you started to feel a need to go. ‘Oh… so foolish…’ You called yourself in your head. With the outhouse's walls down, you DEFINITELY could not use it now, but… what about your morning pee, then? You supposed you could hold it for a bit longer, but you suspected the bathroom wouldn't be finished in time for you to… ‘make it’. Anxiety started bubbling up in your chest. So far, in all the time you’ve been in Stardew Valley, you had managed to never utilize anyone else’s toilet, just your own, and you were honestly kind of hoping the day you asked to use someone’s toilet would never come, but alas. Maybe this will be the first day you do such a feat and you certainly were NOT looking forward to it. You shook your head, though, as you realized that thinking too deeply about this was not going to help your need. If you distract yourself with other chores in the meantime, then you’ll be able to hang on for longer. So you got to your chores, choosing first to water all your crops. Thank goodness it was still early and your urge was still barely an issue, because the sound and sight of water didn’t affect you all that much. After that, you checked on your chickens and collected their eggs. And then, you decided to clear up the space in your farm some more, breaking stones, cutting down wood and removing weeds. You collected seeds from trees and made field snacks out of them for a quick breakfast while you sat on a log. You still didn’t have a good enough axe to break the logs down, but you were lacking resources to have enough iron bars to have your axe upgraded. Maybe you could go mine for a bit? On the way to the mines you did feel occasional twinges from your bladder, but nothing too bad. You kept telling yourself that you’d forget about it once you were underground focusing on collecting resources and killing monsters. And for a while you were correct, these things did take your mind out of your need for about two hours before your bladder demanded you acknowledge the real issue here. You looked at all the stuff you collected and you estimated you had enough resources to craft what you wanted, so you headed back to the farm, sometimes stopping on the way to press your legs together as waves of desperation hit your lower organ. Once home, you began to smelt the iron ore into bars. You checked back on Robin to see how she was doing while you waited for the iron bars to be finished. She had built three new walls around the toilet and you actually felt glad seeing just how much more spacious your future bathroom was gonna be. But it still looked like she had a long way to go… “Uhm… excuse me, Robin?” You walked towards her, your posture looking kind of tense, but nothing that would actually show what your preoccupation was. “Wh-when will you be done?” Robin laughed. “I’m far from done, silly! Remember, a whole house is gonna take me around three days to complete.” “N-No, I meant… when will the bathroom be done?” “Oh!” She looked at the progress she’d made thus far. “It should be finished by the end of the day. Maybe when the sun starts to set?” Your blood ran cold at that moment. You could not wait that long! Your urge was already getting a bit too uncomfortable and insistent! “Why? Do you need to use it?” Aaand now your blood was at a normal temperature again. And it was pooling in your cheeks. Oh goodness… “N-No, just asking…” “You know, it will take me longer to make the kitchen than to make this bathroom,” Robin explained casually. “Thanks to the outhouse, you already have a plumbing system, which saves me a lot of work. But with a kitchen, I’ll need to build everything from zero! But don’t worry, I’m a fast worker either way. I assure you you’ll love the result!” You kept looking at her and at the toilet with uncertainty. Your middle flared whenever your eyes landed on the thing that would have granted you your morning relief, if only you had remembered to use it before letting Robin break the outhouse down… you decided it was enough looking when your pee-hole nearly let go of a bit of your burden. ‘Careful now…’ you thought. ‘Gotta hold it…’ Oooh, but could you hold it? It was almost noon and you were still holding every ounce of pee made after you last went the night before. You hadn't drunk anything today and you did feel mighty thirsty, but you feared even a few sips of water would slam against your full bladder in a matter of seconds, despite your actual knowledge of biology telling you otherwise. ‘Keep distracting yourself… you won't notice any of this if you get distracted.’ So you went back to check on your iron bars. Still not done. Time to wait, then. You went from only having the occasional jolt and shiver, from needing a casual pressing of the legs, to experiencing actual throbs and to requiring manual squeezes of the crotch to keep your body under control. You danced in place as you collected the finished iron bars, feeling your heart rate go up at the thought of actually going to Clint’s to get your axe upgraded. Did you even want it upgraded at this point, though? The only thing that was on your mind was pissing! But if you keep ruminating about that, you’ll never make it to sunset! You had to do literally anything else and hope you could conceal your distress to anyone you talked to. THANK goodness that fixing the boiler room in the Community Center had unlocked a very useful feature in this Valley: the minecarts. Just a few weeks ago, you would’ve needed to WALK all the way from home to Clint’s, something you were pretty sure would be too much for you today. At least with the minecarts you would not need to make much physical effort and you’d get there faster. But even the walk from the farm to the minecarts at the bus stop proved to be challenging. In fact, that was when your first leak bloomed forward, forcing you to bounce on your heels for a few seconds while clenching your pelvic floor with all your might to make it stop. Oooh, it had ALMOST felt good… but enough of that, you had an objective to reach! The minecarts got you to where you desired and you stilled, getting yourself as calm and as collected as you could to avoid raising suspicions. You requested Clint to upgrade your axe and he didn't seem to notice anything strange going on with you. You were glad. And the moment you were out of his shop you were not glad anymore, because your midsection cried with need again. You checked your watch and it was 1:00 PM, a normally good time to eat lunch. You honestly weren't hungry, you were desperate above all other body sensations, but… oh Yoba… you might have to use the restroom at the Saloon if you want to have any chance of just not losing control of yourself. You could feel yourself sweating from the effort of holding back the tide as you walked. You finally got to the entrance of the Saloon and looked around for a bit, wanting to make sure nobody was in the vicinity to watch you, and you clenched your whole body in a way that was visible and clear. Your knees bent, your hands balled into fists, you tapped the floor with your foot impatiently as a surge of need traversed your body from head to toe. It was… taking a while for this wave of desperation to pass. But when you sneaked a hand in between your legs and squeezed, the flare slowly died out. Hoo boy… Now that you felt just a fraction better, you entered the place. Gus immediately looked up from the counter and greeted you very pleased. “What can I get for you today? I got the usual dishes and today’s special is Tom Kha Soup!” ‘Oh no, DEFINITELY not the soup’ you thought miserably. Your face instead smiled, perhaps a bit nervously. You were doing your hardest not to be obvious about what you ACTUALLY wanted. “Uhm, I-I’d prefer just spaghetti today. Thanks, Gus…” “Spaghetti it will be, then!” He announced, immediately turning around to get your plate ready. You did walk closer to the counter, but hesitated to take a seat. You thought of yourself as pathetic for needing to gather up the courage to ask such a friendly man where the bathroom was, but if you DID manage to ask, then already being on your feet would earn you a precious few seconds to get to relief faster. The spaghetti had been made beforehand, so all Gus had to do was serve some of it on a plate and put it on the counter for you to eat. “Take a seat, enjoy.” He said with a smile, being none the wiser about your predicament. You slid a bit to the side so you wouldn't be THAT close to him as he kept working and sat, like he told you to, shamefully feeling the urge to grind the bar stool for a few seconds just to have something press against your sphincter. You compromised with pressing your whole body onto the seat with no grinding, but still, you visibly quivered. “My, are you okay?” You heard Gus say. “You look sweaty… have you been overworking yourself on that farm?” Overworking yourself… sure, that’s one way to put it. “Here, let me get you a drink,” Gus said, going to fetch you a glass of water. You panicked a little. “Uh–! Gus, i-it’s fine, I’m–” But you couldn’t finish what you wanted to say before the glass had already been slid to your place. “There, you’ll feel better if you replenish fluids.” You hated thinking about this, but… you hadn’t had a sip of any liquid all day and your throat did honestly feel super sore. You’d done a lot of activities today and your body was begging you not just to let go of the fluids that sat heavily on your bladder, but it also wanted something fresh to rehydrate your systems. You couldn’t help it, you downed the water. ‘Okay, now I WILL have to ask Gus for the restroom,’ you concluded, starting to feel a lot better in your throat, but already a bit worse in your bladder. Just KNOWING you had drunk something when you were already full with piss made your organ pulse pleadingly, longing the emptying it had been unfairly denied since morning. Still, asking kept terrifying you, so you kept postponing it. ‘I can still hold it… I’ll ask when I’m done eating,’ you thought, pressing your thighs so close together that they could’ve fused. At least the Saloon was pretty deserted and Gus was on the other side of the counter, you could squirm and even grab yourself as much as you wanted. You finished eating and were half-way in the process of standing up when you decided it was about time to ask Gus the question your bladder NEEDED you to ask. “H-Hey, Gus?” You began, your heart pounding. “Uhm, do you have, er... a-a customer bathroom?” Oh gosh, what were you asking? Of COURSE he did, he had people coming to his Saloon to drink every day! Gus smiled and pointed in the direction of the restroom. “By your right, head upwards and you’ll find a door by your left." “Th-Thank you so much,” you said, releasing a big breath as you took careful steps, still not wanting to show your desperation. You did it, you asked someone in Stardew Valley if you could use their toilet! Hopefully this won’t have to be a common occurrence, but at least this is one fear conquered. You squirmed more when you were out of view from Gus’ vision field and soon enough, you were in front of the door that promised relief. The door was already a bit open, but you didn’t push it to head in right away. A paper was taped on it. “Hello, dear customer and neighbor. Due to some technical problems with the door, I ask that you do NOT shut it close or else it will get stuck! I should have this problem fixed in the near future, but I still apologize for the difficulties. Gus.” Oh. Oh no. If there was one thing your shy bladder demanded pretty much every time you used any bathroom, including the one at places you’ve lived in previously, was that the door always HAD to be closed. Unless you were completely alone in the whole building, you couldn’t pee if the door was even SLIGHTLY open, the anxiety bug in your brain would tell you that anyone could just push the door and immediately catch you using the toilet, rendering you unable to go. Oh, shoot, but still… with how badly you needed to go, you could try anyway, right? You headed into the bathroom and slid the door to be almost closed, never fully shutting it. The sight of the toilet was sending your bladder into a frenzy, so surely… surely this would work, right? If you conquered your anxiety of even asking for the restroom, then maybe your luck today would also have it so that you can pee with a slightly open door. You freed yourself of your clothes and tried using the toilet. Your senses could certainly detect that everything was set in order for you to take a very needed and satisfying piss, your bladder was even more so certain that it was ABOUT TIME you let go of this burden… But you couldn’t forget about the damn door. You knew the chances of someone barging into the bathroom with you in it were low, but… if the door wasn’t closed, then how could you feel safe using the bowl below you? Your holding muscles, though tired, refused to relax. ‘Please, please, come on…’ You pleaded with your body, trying to locate the remaining points of tension in your lower area so you could force them to ease, but it was no use. You were there for around five minutes before concluding that staying any longer was simply going to be a waste of time. You NEEDED a bathroom that closed, there was no other way around it. With a still full, brimming bladder, you exited the facilities and left the Saloon, trying to do so quickly so Gus wouldn’t catch on to the fact that you were still holding your pee. Could it be possible that Robin was done now?! She said around sunset time, but ahh… she also said she worked fast! Maybe she outdid herself this time and had the bathroom fully ready to use? Please, oh please, let that be the case! You couldn’t stand this pressure for much longer! With strained steps, you made it back to your farm, finding Robin STILL working on the bathroom expansion. Your stomach dropped. It must’ve also fallen directly on top of your bladder if the contractions of pure urgency were any indication. She didn’t even see you, she was so focused on her work… which was probably a good thing, because there was NO way you could be discreet about your need now. Ever since you left the Saloon, you had three leaks escape you, one of those being… significant. And your hands were currently the only thing that could physically keep the pee from flowing out in one big tsunami. Also, you couldn’t be sure, but you sure felt like that water you drank had already settled itself in your cramped piss tank. It had to, you just… you felt absolutely and unequivocally overflowing. You bit back whimpers as you walked past your house, your mind racing. What now?! Your bathroom wasn’t done yet, you didn’t think you could dare ask any other villager to use theirs, you simply did not have the confidence or security to piss in the open… Only one option remained in your head, but oh, that was the WORST option by far, one you dreaded and feared. You began to fear that you will actually wet yourself today. It was almost paradoxical, but throughout all your years alive, you had unfortunately learned that, sometimes, if your body got to levels of fullness that went beyond any tolerable limit, it would empty involuntarily, even if it had refused to urinate before if something about the environment or circumstances had not been right, like an open door or just about anything that could make you feel overly exposed. It was so stupid. You considered it to be one of your body’s worst flaws, but it was a thing. And today’s recipe combined all the worst circumstances imaginable for you. Without thinking much, you headed up into the backwoods northwest of your farm. You had never seen anyone walk through these parts, so at least it provided some sense of privacy just in case you… You couldn’t hold the whimpers back anymore. You wanted to beat yourself up for even considering wetting as the only way out of this unfathomable, mind-breaking desperation, but really, what OTHER way out was there? Each second that passed was like evidence that all you had left to do was delay the inevitable, all so you could at LEAST have the peace of mind that you fought till the end. Your eyes swelled up with tears and your hands slowly filled with tiny dribbles. You wanted to let go. You wanted to let go. But if you let go, you would have no one but yourself to blame for the mess that followed… Scratch that, you WERE to blame. You were the one that forgot to piss in the morning. You were the one that was too shy to pee with a slightly open door. You were the one that was too anxious to ask anyone else for their restroom. This was your fault. The pressure, the non-stop throbbing, the progressive weakening of your holding muscles, it was all because of you. You still fought it, though. You weren’t shameless enough to wet yourself just because you felt like it. Every drop and trickle that soaked your clothes came out against your will, and so would the inevitable torrent that was sure to happen anytime now. In about ten more minutes, your body decided that enough was enough. Your sphincter fully gave up and your hands filled up in an instant with hot, uncontainable pee, cascading down your trembling legs and splattering loudly onto the dirt. Your mouth hung open in dismay as you gushed and gushed, the pain in your middle easing as this natural process finally happened. Your body could’ve sung with pleasure and bliss, but your mind… your mind hated that it had come to this point. Your mind hated that you sighed out of pure instinct, like a part of you was GLAD that you no longer had to hold anything back. Tears kept falling from your eyes, but this time they were tears of pure, unadulterated shame. You kept getting more embarrassed as time passed and your stream stayed strong. You just stood there on the spot, feeling how the fabric around your legs became sodden and warm, how your pent up ocean reached INTO your boots, how a puddle spread wide around you… And all you could do was wait for it to be over. It took a bit over a minute for your bladder to fully drain. Your breathing got heavy as you processed everything that just went on. You could feel this intense urge to cry building up in your chest, so you sat by a spot in the dirt that hadn’t gotten wet and… you would’ve pulled your knees up to bury your face in them, but the cloth on your knees was drenched in pee, so your head just hung low as the sobs started erupting from you. And gosh, you wanted to keep denying it, but… it felt GREAT not to be bursting anymore. Even with your heart feeling heavy, you could still tell your body felt much better after that. At least… at least it was all over, right? Your liquid intake today had been limited, so you hopefully wouldn’t need to pee again for hours to come. Maybe next time you have to go again, you’ll be able to actually use the toilet. Maybe. You were just trying to find SOME silver lining to all this. Once you were finished feeling sorry for yourself, you stood up and started heading back to the farm. Robin was probably still laser-focused on her work, so she may not notice you heading into your home for a change of clothes. Your eyes stared at the ground the whole time, which is why you failed to notice Robin was actually sitting by the stairs to your house, munching on the lunch you forgot she said she brought early in the day. Your head looked up only when you heard her snort. She covered her mouth with a hand while looking at your pants. "Whoa, long day, huh?" Screw it, back to the backwoods. “H-Hey, wait a moment!” You had no idea why you were being so useless at everything today. You didn’t want to run too far, so you literally hid behind a bush. It was a mediocre hiding spot! Robin took little time in finding you and NOW you couldn’t escape. “Hey, are you okay?” She asked, all amusement gone. You couldn’t look her in the eye. Your accident was so obvious. You were a grownup, for Yoba’s sake! What grownup would take poor decision after poor decision to the point of wetting?! You badly wanted to think of Stardew Valley as a new chapter in your life, a place where you could reinvent yourself and escape that old life you used to lead, but here you were, living the consequences of a lifelong problem. “Listen,” Robin spoke softly after waiting a good while for you to say anything. “I don’t judge. I’m sorry for laughing, I won't do that again. I will not tell anyone about this either, I just… I guess I want to make sure you’re okay.” You sighed heavily. You had already cried all your tears, so you simply spoke back with a dry tone. “I’m not.” Robin leaned back a bit, her eyebrows knitted in genuine concern. “Is there anything I can do to help?” You thought it over. You didn’t think there was anything LEFT to do, your mess was done, so you shrugged. Robin, of course, wasn’t very happy with how inconclusive of a response that was. “Can I ask… why? I told you the plumbing was there and everything. The toilet was functional. You could’ve asked me to stop for a bit so you could go.” You tensed up and you hugged yourself. So now, on top of everything, will you have to explain to Robin the ins and outs of your paruresis? A problem you typically kept to yourself? “I… wasn’t sure how to ask,” you said. “And, uhm, I-I prefer having pr…privacy when I go. The bathroom still didn’t look done, so I…” You trailed off, thinking that maybe what little you shared was enough for Robin to connect the dots. Thankfully, it was enough. The woman cooed in pity. “I would’ve given you lots of space if you wanted privacy! Really, we all need to pee sometimes. It’s not something to be ashamed of.” Your lips formed into a straight line. You knew she was right, but you couldn't help but be ashamed. She definitely didn’t understand the full extent of your problem, but she still didn’t sound judgmental, she sounded like she just wished she could’ve done something to prevent this, to save you from your accident. You looked to the side, fidgeting with your hands a little. This reaction was turning out to be better than you expected, but you were still massively uncomfortable that any of this was happening. “May I… go to my house now? I’d like to, uhm, get into clean clothes.” “Oh! Right, of course!” Robin said, already marching back to the farm. She took her lunchbox from the stairs so you could go up into your home. “And tell you what, lunchtime is over! I’ll go back to work and finish your bathroom as fast as I can!” “Huh? I– I mean… I’ll appreciate having it done soon, but… you shouldn’t starve just because I…” “Nonsense, I’ll be fine! I can always finish this later anyway,” she said, leaving the lunchbox back with her things and picking up her tools, when… “Oh, wait– Your, uh, cabin and the bathroom are already connected, they just… lack a door to separate them. I’ll leave you to change your clothes in peace!” And finally, after hours of distress, the corner of your mouth curled up into a real smile. The sudden change in Robin’s disposition from ‘time to work!’ to ‘oh, hold on, can’t work if I want the farmer to have privacy’ were a bit amusing to you. But above all else, you felt much lighter knowing that Robin was so willing to have your comfort be the top priority. “Please eat,” you requested. “It’s not like I’ll be done in a flash.” Robin chuckled too, dropping her tools and grabbing her lunch again. “Alright, alright. I hope you ate already.” “Yeah, at the Saloon… B-By the way, did you know the door to the bathroom at the Saloon is broken? It… sounds like something you would be able to fix.” “Ah, yes!” Robin perked up. “It started having that problem exactly yesterday. Heh, I actually got stuck there just as Demetrius and I were about to leave for the night! I told him I couldn’t get out, so he went to get Gus, and Gus managed to force the door open with a knife. I told him I could try to make a quick run back to my house and get some tools to fix it, but Gus insisted that I just head home since it was so late already. And well, I have YOUR house to upgrade now, so Gus will just have to keep that door open or have people use his personal bathroom.” For a moment you thought you could feel a headache coming. So, in a way, it was because of YOU that the Saloon restroom couldn’t be closed? Wow. Talk about bad luck. If you were any more superstitious, you would’ve wondered if you were cursed. But you shook your head, it was no longer the time to be thinking about these things. Your overalls were clinging uncomfortably to your skin and you couldn’t wait to be wearing something dry again. The rest of the day went by much better. Like you predicted, the bathroom was in fact done by the time you needed it again. And good Yoba, did you NEED it. Your bladder was NOT in the mood to hold for extended periods of time after what you just made it go through, yet you needed to hold it again for a bit, until Robin could finally give your new bathroom the thumbs up. Like she promised, she walked super far away to ensure you could feel comfortable using the bathroom and you were able to use it with little problem. As your second pee of the day came to a close, your mind went back to when she said earlier that you would love the result. She was right, you couldn't be more satisfied with your new bathroom. Despite all the misadventures of today, maybe it was fair to say everything ended on a good note.
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  9. So a few years ago I lived in a shared house as per a previous story of mine Waiting for a Plumber - Three desperate girls. I had lived in a few weird houseshares before finally finding a decent one with good people. Five of us girls and one guy. The guy being @MySecretFetish and this is the story of our first Omo outing together. It was summer 2017 and we'd both been living together for a few months, He moved in before me so when I moved in he helped me unpack, we got to know each other quite well and built a really good friendship. He's a decent guy and he looked after me from buying me Tampons when my time of the month came around to cleaning up when I threw up after too many drinks on a night out. We've never been in a relationship in all the years we've been friends but we have been close. One day I was home alone, I had only recently discovered Omo after a incident at work, but now I was beginning to experiment, I had been drinking Cider all afternoon and got a bit tipsy, alcohol and my bladder have a funny relationship, I can go six pints without needing a wee but once i've broken the seal i'm peeing constantly. I had a few drinks and the urge was growing, I was lying in my bed with the window open I was gently massaging my vagina and the tingles were amazing. I decided to have my first wee outside since I was a little girl. When I moved house when I was little I was scared of the new toilet so for weeks I was going toilet in the garden until my mum caught me pooping behind a bush. I slipped out of my good clothes into some old lingerie and a skater skirt before making my way into the garden, I spent an hour rubbing myself sat in the grass and drank another 2 pints of cider, by this time I was desperate to go. I was seeing what control I had over my bladder so was squirting pee until a wet spot appeared. I put my panties to one side and and kneeled seeing if I could keep control. I was having so much fun, making little puddles in the grass. I decided to wait a little longer, it wasn't going to be long as by now keeping control was hard, I was dribbling if I moved too much. by now my panties was already wet and it was time to go. I got on all fours and lifted my skirt up and let the flow begin, warm pee cascasded down my legs, the relief felt amazing, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling when suddenly I heard the gate open, to my horror I couldn't stop the flow and my housemate walked into the garden. We locked eyes both confused as to what was happening, "I thought you was on a late shift today" I asked, "No thats tomorrow" he replied, I blushed with embrassment, He put his bike in the shed and went into the house, I panicked following him trying to think of any explanation, he was in the Kitchen and I exclaimed "I can explain" to which he replied "Are you into that are you?" I didn't know what to say, we stood in silence for what felt like an age when I said "I was experimenting, I've drunk too much and I got carried away." He grinned slightly, "I had my suspicions but was never sure." And that started the long story of my Housemate and our omo habits.
  10. My boyfriend and I are long distance and only get to see each other on occasion. Recently we opened up to each other about our mutual interest in Omo, especially bladder control. He's expressed that he liked the idea of me controlling his bladder, and secretly that had been a dream of mine for a while. Next month he's coming up for my birthday and I was thinking about asking him if he wanted to maybe try some lowkey stuff? It would be the first time we've seen each other since we figured all of this out and I don't want to take it too fast, you know? Do any of you have ideas for stuff we can try if he agrees? Mainly looking for discrete ways to do things for now. I'm so new to actually putting my fantasies into reality I don't know where to start, but man is it exciting!
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  12. View File discreet Pee This girl has a few wetting videos in this location , first time I have seen this Submitter keno88 Submitted 06/02/2024 Category Female  
  13. Ok, so I had to go to urgent care today (not for me, and everyone is fine) and it's always a long wait, so I figured I'd take some snacks and a 1L metal bottle full of soda. I didn't think about the fact that there would be a lot of people there since it was a weird time on a Wednesday, but there were. Anyways, after about an hour, I started to feel the water I drank in the morning, but I just ignored it, cause I swear I always have to pee when I get nervous (social anxiety). I finished the soda about an hour and a half later, and had to go soooo bad, like it felt like my bladder was gonna pop. I headed to the bathrooms, but just my luck, they were all occupied. So, I figured I'd just play on my phone until someone came out, but I had to try so hard to not make it obvious how bad I had to pee. By then, I was forcing myself not to do a potty dance while I was standing there waiting, literally about to wet my sweatpants. Finally, someone came out after what felt like forever, and I rushed in, my bladder wincing with every step. I had to untie my jacket from around my waist AND take off the fanny pack I was wearing. I seriously thought I was gonna have an accident right then and there, but once I eventually got my pants down, it felt absolutely incredible to be able to let it all out. I peed for a good 2 minutes I think before it started to slow down, and I somehow managed to keep my panties completely dry
  14. Hello all! Currently having a driveway installed at my house and the men drink so much tea! It’s got me thinking about where all that tea goes. They haven’t asked to use our bathroom once or showed any overt signs of needing to pee, but I’m sure they must be feeling it. Either that or iron bladders! Anyway, it made me think about the other, maybe less obvious, professions where people have to hold it in. Maybe because they don’t have access to a bathroom or they can’t leave for whatever reason. Does anyone have any ideas? The more obscure the better!
  15. Yesterday I was in a really naughty and daring mood. And since I am currently in the UK, I played around with the thought to have some really public omo fun in the city center of London. Couldn’t stop fantasizing about it for the entire first day of my stay so I decided to go for it on the second day when I had some free time in the evening. The plan was to take the subway to Embankment station, walk over to the London Eye, wet myself there and enjoy a lovely evening walk among the party people in soaked jeans. Then I wanted to take the subway back and reach my hotel undetected if everything went according to plan. I can’t even begin to tell how excited I was to see if I would get away with it. 😁 Of course a public wetting like that in such a crowded urban environment on a Friday evening needed some preparation. First, I made sure to hydrate well over the course of the afternoon and had at least three liters of water travel through my system so that my pee would be clear and not smell much. Second I chose some black jeans that would hide my wet patch well in dimly lit areas. I was a little concerned though about the brightly illuminated subway stations. Therefore, I took a backpack with me that I could hold in front of my wet crotch when I would have to stand still among a lot of people for several stations on the way back. Two hours before leaving the hotel I stopped using the bathroom. So by the time I left around 10pm I could already feel a little pressure on my bladder. Still far from urgent but a really nice feeling in anticipation of what I was up to. I went down to the tube station near my hotel and hopped on the next train. I watched the people around me. Still a fairly mixed crowd of late commuters and some groups of younger folks getting in the mood for clubbing. I stood at the end of the coach (like I intended to do on the way back as well when my pants would be wet - No worries my fellow London OmO enthusiasts) and as expected nobody paid extra attention to me. And whenever somebody looked at me directly I looked straight back so they quickly averted their gaze. Yah, that strategy should work out ok on the way back. I shortly played with the thought to already release a first spurt of pee into my boxer briefs just then but I decided to save it for later. I got off at Embankment station and went up the stairs to the Golden Jubilee Bridge with the scenic view on the Thames and the London Eye. I stood there for some time and enjoyed the view while dozens of people walked past behind me. I pressed my bladder against the railing a little bit and enjoyed the tingly feeling. Can’t remember the last time I was so excited to wet myself in public. But I decided to still hold my pee just a little longer since I wasn’t happy with the pressure yet. I really wanted to make this worthwhile. So I walked over to South Bank and got myself a pint of lager at one of the food stands there. It was actually quite good and after I had drunk about half of it leaning against the balustrade I decided to let a first few spurts out. It wasn’t as easy to relax as I thought with all the tourists around me who were taking photos of Big Ben across the river. But after a while I managed to let go for a couple of seconds. Hmmmm, what a fantastic feeling as my crotch suddenly warmed up. 😊 I let out two more spurts until I was feeling noticeably wet around my private parts. The evening breeze quickly cooled the wet patch off but it was still a very pleasant feeling. Not cold really, just wet, clingy and really naughty. 😈 Oh my gawd I was so turned on already. So I decided it was time to find a good spot to let it all out in the little park next to the London Eye. To my surprise I found a convenient spot with a knee high wall to sit on really fast. No security cameras in sight and apparently not so many people seemed to frequent that specific path at night. Only four groups of people walked by as I calmly finished my beer and pretended to do something on my phone. When my pint was empty and noone was around I got myself into position and switched the camera on. Then I relaxed and immediately felt a gush of hot pee rewarm my crotch. But this time I didn’t stop and enjoyed the spreading warmth that quickly extended down to my bum and inner thighs. It took a few moments until my boxer briefs and jeans were saturated and my pee started overflowing my pants and formed a little river down the wall. It felt so incredibly good to let it all out and soak myself. 😍 IMG_7960.mov I really love this point of no return when I’m out one a public wetting. No turning back now even if I had wanted to. My front and my back were now certainly visibly wet and glistening but in that moment I couldn’t care less. I was in omo heaven. Once the stream had subsided I stood up and quickly moved on. Under the next park lamp I inspected the damage. It was actually much less visible than I thought it would be. I was almost disappointed 😂. At least in the front it looked hardly noticeable and fairly concentrated on the area between my legs. I have no idea how my back looked but I was anyways already in this „I don’t care anymore“ mindset that some of you might know when it comes to deliberate wettings. I was just too turned on and feeling sexy to be overly concerned. Whatever would happen now I was sure I could talk myself out of it. So I didn’t see the need to rush back and I continued to mingle with the party people. At one point a tipsy couple asked me to take a picture of them to which I happily obliged. They were from Australia and really nice and we chatted for a while. I even shortly considered to accompany them to one of the nearby pubs but I wouldn’t have been able to sit down without making a mess and it was a little bit too risky that somebody might bump into me and feel the wetness. So I limited it to another pint from the food stand and took a couple more „omo touristy“ pictures. So this is me again on the bridge with peed pants and Big Ben in the background. Funny enough I realized that nobody paid any attention to me taking pictures even when I clearly didn’t aim for my face. I mean, of course people looked at me (I‘m not that ugly). Just not in a suspicious way or directly at my crotch. So I felt comfortable to pee some more while standing there in the shadows of the bridge pillars. Pure bliss! At some point it was time to head back to the hotel. So I walked across the bridge and down to Embankment station. I kept a quick pace just short of rushing so my jeans would be in constant movement. On the long escalators I took care to stand sideways so the persons behind and in front of me wouldn’t get a clear view on my wet crotch or bum. So far so good. I reached the platform undetected and leaned against the wall. Although there was more light down there it still didn’t show too much, don’t you think? And my lucky streak continued. When the train arrived a couple of minutes later, it was quite full with many people standing already. Not full enough that everyone would be pressed against each other but full enough that you couldn’t look at somebody’s lower half. Perfect conditions for the urban omo enthusiast 😉 I still held my backpack in front of me while leaning against the back wall of the coach just in case somebody accidentally bumped into me. Now it was almost entirely nicely dressed up party folks on the train and everybody seemed to have a good time. I couldn’t resist to let another spurt of pee run down my thighs just long enough that it wouldn’t reach my shoes. That not only felt fantastic and extra naughty, it also helped to release some pressure that had built up again. When I got off at my station I thought that it would be a waste to take that pressure up into my hotel room and relieve it there. So I decided to go for another wetting on one of the busy intersections next to my hotel. I leaned against a bicycle rack and let go again. This time I didn’t stop when the flow reached my shoes and the pee started flowing onto the ground. I just stood there and enjoyed how the warm pee now also soaked my socks and shoes. What a perfect evening. I stayed for another few minutes and let it soak in so I wouldn’t leave obvious traces. Then I quickly made my way through the lobby and up the stairs. This was such a rush and a major turn on. I think it goes without saying that I immediately had to get off while still in my wet pants as soon as I had reached the safety of my room again. 😜
  16. My 15th writing that I'm doing very late at night ...I have a very early flight for a short vacation that I don't wanna be tired for, so here I am getting less sleep the night before so I can fall asleep earlier tomorrow night lol. Apologies for the messy grammar that may appear more frequently as the story goes on. In this one, Mali is with Yuta visiting family far from home, and...yeah the title is pretty self explanatory. Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past few years; loves self-induced wettings and wettings caused by Yuta pulling the strings. Yuta [M] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; loves to help in decision-making. _______ Of all days, why did we pick this one? It was an late Spring afternoon in a rented patio with considerable heat. Mali had a family gathering and brought along her boyfriend Yuta to "introduce him" to the family. They were really there to be courteous not try to excuse their way out of her mom's own invitation, since she was well aware they had nothing planned that day anyways. Because this gathering was organized where most family were centralized, it was a far way's away from home. They took the chance to make it a scenic trip by taking the train to and from. The majority of the day was spent in and around an open-air patio with chattering from every corner of the premise. The children played in the grass, the adults passed from conversation to conversation, and the elders mostly sat together in a corner reminiscing and catching up with distant relatives. Mali and Yuta didn't quite fit in well with the crowd. Mali herself wasn't the closest with most there. The two found themselves awkwardly standing around and talking amongst each other, occasionally talking with those she did have connection with. The event wasn't very appealing to them. The food and the trip were about the only things they had going for them. Not to mention, the air was unusually muggy and warm for that time of year. The humidity that day was over 50%, and the temperature soared to 86 °F/30 °C. Even in the shade, people were sweating buckets, and drinking lots to make up for it. Around 6 in the evening the event was slowly dying down, and people were getting ready to go home. Mali and Yuta were still lingering around, waiting on the schedule of one of the only passenger trains that went through a small neighboring town that evening. They had to be driven to the station by Mali's mom too. "While we're waiting on her to finish her talk, I'm gonna run to the bathroom really quick." Mali told him. "Wait." Yuta stopped her. "How bad do you need to go?" She paused, then responded in a quieter tone. "Not really bad but we have 2.5 hours ahead of us until home. And wearing this? I have no protection with me today!" She wore a light colored summer shirt and khaki shorts with a belt. She also carried a small handbag on her side. "If you don't wet yourself, I'll let you take control of me." She glanced at him, then back in the direction of the bathrooms. "I can't even go a little bit before we leave?" Yuta shook his head. "The bet's off then." Mali bit her lip, contemplated, bent her knees thinking of the bathroom, and accepted the conditions, a bead of sweat running down her face. Her mom finished her conversation and showed them to the car, drove to the station and dropped them off with a goodbye. "Oh! Before I go, here, take these with you. I don't know what kind of train this is, whether they serve drinks or not." She leans and sticks two water bottles out the car window. Mali lets out a sigh and smiles, "Thanks, mom." Yuta lets out a subtle laugh under his breath as she drives off. They make their way to the platform, and 10 minutes later of bouncing her legs mostly out of anticipation, Mali sees the passenger cars nearing. It was at 6:30 as scheduled. Walking through the doors, the two are immediately met with a wall of cool air that takes them by surprise, courteous of the A/C that's been blasting in it all day. They look around the car, and to Mali's relief, it's completely empty. In fact, every car was somehow empty. They take a seat near the middle and breathe in ecstasy of the chilled ride they would have home. The two hour train ride had five expected stops, the fifth and last being theirs. Afterward they'll have a 5 minute drive home from the station, where then Mali would complete the challenge and give Yuta a taste of his own medicine! She thought this to herself with confidence. As the train started though, she couldn't help but notice the inverse effect the A/C was having on her. All the sweat that was accumulated during the day was cooling rapidly, and that included her privates. Her half-dampened panties stuck to her, and made her notice just how much she really had to go. She adjusted herself upright in her seat, and began squirming while looking out the window as their speed increased. At 6:50, they still hadn't arrived at the first stop, but Mali was already growing restless. She realized that she dangerously underestimated how full her bladder was in reality. Fuck, I didn't think it was going to be this bad. It was only an hour ago, I felt fine then! Is it the vibrations of the railroad that's the culprit? The fact that I drank all day with only a couple bathroom visits? Damn! At this rate I won't make it off this train dry, and making the bathroom is a whole separate battle. "You all good?" Yuta asked. "No, no I'm not all good." "You need some water?" "Screw you, no!" she said back sharply. "Wow, you're really that desperate already?" "Yes," she put her hands between her legs and rocked, "and I'm going to need you to give me some room to focus later on." "Yes Ma'am." He was fond of her determination. At 7:00, the train approached its first stop. As the brakes applied, the slight force of the long slow-down had an impact on Mali, causing her to squeeze her legs together to control the pressure. At the stop, only one person boarded on a car ahead of them. At 7:20, the second stop came, and Mali had to hold herself harder as they slowed. The presence of the belt on her shorts was felt by her now expanded bladder, and pushing her weight into it while they slowed was as beneficial as it was harmful. She groaned as everything came to a halt, keeping her legs moving. No one got on or off at this station, and the doors closed quicker than last time. "No one got on right?" She said in discomfort. "No." "Good." Swiftly, she undid her belt buckle and freed the front of her stomach, and took it off entirely, putting it in her small bag. "There's no way I could wear that anymore. There's way too much pressure." At 7:39, the train rounded a long bend, and Mali could see the next stop in the distance before the braking. Knowing a leak would almost definitely happen soon, she undid the button of her shorts to give her bladder as much breathing room as possible. As they slowed, she could feel the ebb and flow within it, asking for release with every slosh of urine. At the stop, two people entered the cars directly ahead and behind them, as the other one that got on two stops ago left. Only two stops left. As soon as the train got back to speed, Mali stood up and ushered herself into the isle. She kept her legs closely locked together, pacing up and down the isle. "I really don't know if I can hold much longer..." She breathed heavy. She also began sweating again despite the cool air. The pressure had gotten to the point of being considered intense in her mind. "It's not like you cant go at all." He pointed out alluding to a partially emptied bottle he held onto. She groaned. "This isn't some fantasy where I can aim into something like that under this amount of pressure. Plus...I really wanna toy with you myself!" He blushed, not expecting the assertiveness. "Keep hanging on then." 5 minutes later, Mali felt a wave of desperation collide, and held herself with a significant amount of strength. It lasted only 10 seconds, but she knew they'd be getting worse and longer going forward. Another 5 minutes later, a large one hit her. She leaned forward. "Shit-!" *dribble dribble dribble* She felt a warmth behind her thighs as pee soaked through her panties and formed a small dark spot on her shorts. Yuta sat up, seeing his girlfriend in distress. "Why don't you sit back down so you don't feel it as much? If you can walk, come this way." She made her way over gently and sat with control. The wet spot touched the seat, sending a cold sensation coursing through Mali's body. "Only a half hour left." She thought out loud. Yuta looked over, but said nothing. At 8:00, the last stop on the way arrived. *drip drip drip* Mali felt a small leak as the breaks applied. She kept her voice down under her breath as it happened. No person got off at this stop. All seemed to be stopping at Mali and Yuta's stop or somewhere further down the railroad. However, one person did end up boarding here. Mali at the window seat glanced in horror to see him approach and enter the door of their car. He kept to himself and sat near the back, behind the couple. It was then that she noticed how quiet the interior was. If it wasn't for the A/C and noise of the tracks, it would be silent in there. Mali looked at Yuta and him back at her out of worry. She nodded, and he urged her to be as quiet as possible when the next one would happen. At 8:14, she gestured to him that something was coming. She could tell that her muscles were straining to keep her floodgates from giving out. She felt a wave creeping up on her. When it hit, it lasted almost 20 seconds, but she held on. Only about a minute later, she felt another one coming, and a warm sensation coursing through her urethra. She tensed up- *hhssssssssssssss-* "...ahh-!!" Why isn't is STOPPING?! Yuta noticed and tried his best to contain the sound by putting his hands over the leak. *ssssSSSSS-* STOP!! STOP!! Mali felt the warm liquid as it poured into her shorts, flowing through the bottom and dripping down her calves. *SSsssssssss* *drip drip drip* She felt it drain into her socks and walking shoes as it continued to spread on her seat and through her shorts. When it was over, some dripped from the seat to the floor. The two wore pained expressions, Mali more shocked than ever. Her weakened muscles caused a 7 second leak with 4 of them being full force, all while some man probably just heard all of it. "OH MY GOD" she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. Her hands, underside, ankles, heels, and the backside of her legs. They were all soaked. A light yellow coated the back of her socks. Drops and mini puddles scattered the surrounding floor. Yuta quickly searched her small bag, and found a small bunch of tissues. He started on the floor while Mali was still in shock. He made his way up her legs and then encouraged her to stand up. "One...sssecond." She made out through stressed breath. She slowly lifted herself so she wouldn't be in plain sight from the back. As she lifted, urine dripped from the back of her shorts into a large, coating puddle on her seat. Yuta gulped. He used the remaining tissues to soak up what he could. Afterwards, he left them on a spot of the floor where further damage wouldn't occur. Mali sat back down, the warm sensation that just coated her starting to go cold. While she felt slightly more relieved, the stress of the situation and weakened state of her urethral sphincter kept her on high alert and still desperate. The time finally came. Mali was still squirming, and going through every situation in her head. Would she be caught? Was she already caught? Does the man know what happened? Has the damage spread to the back of the train? Does he notice a scent? It all came to mind when the train approached their station. By 8:30, the stain on her shorts had slightly reached the frontside. She decided, as carefully as possible, it would be ideal to exit the back of the car with her going first, her bag doing its best to cover her. Yuta would follow closely behind to shield her backside. And so she went, waddling forward with wet, unbuttoned shorts as one other person exited another car and the station's bathroom in reachable distance. They got off the train and Yuta went to find the nearest trash can. "Are you really giving up? After that?" "Do I look like I'm in the position to keep going?!" She spotted the restrooms sign. Making her way over to the entrance, she felt a little relief, like a little weight off her shoulders knowing her urges would be gone, but also that she wouldn't get what she wanted - only to find a "closed for maintenance" sign and caution tape across the single genderless bathroom's door. She grimaced. *psssst* "C'mon, let's head home." He said as she rewet the front side of her khakis. "ffFUCK. ghh...FINE." She inched over to the car where Yuta opened the door for her. "Don't worry about the seat." "Yeah, you BETTER not! FLOOR IT." He jumped in and they took off. During the ride every acceleration was felt by Mali. When they pulled out, there was a *dribble*. Every stop sign or light, there was a *leak* followed by a small groan. Every green light there was a *pst* and another indescribable noise. Finally, they pulled into their driveway. Yuta climbed out and hopped over to the other side of the car and opened the door. But she hardly looked like she wanted to get out. She was laying as straight as she could, her legs crossed and hands firmly tucked in her crotch. "I can't move...." She muttered. She had so little energy left from panicking and holding that it was catching up to her, even at a time like this. "It's gonna come out..." Yuta got down on his knees and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and butt. He lifted her to her legs, where she felt a small *leak* spring. He helped walk her side by side towards the staircase in the front but she urged him to head towards the backyard instead. He obliged. As they walked, warmth spread between Mali's legs as the leak persisted. As they reached the grass, she slowed down. "No more...no accident in the house please." She said. She squatted down without a care in the world. *HHHSSSSHHHHHHHH-* Golden rain gushed onto the green like a garden hose. Yuta watched as he was used as a support pole while she fully released herself. It spread all inside her khakis, and even spilled out the unbuttoned opening at the top like a fountain. "I really wanted to have fun with you. I'm sorry I caused such a panic tonight." She vented as her stream came to a steady stop, although her tank was not empty. "I was...actually gonna let you after what happened on the train. I feel really bad." "WHA-? Really?!" *Psssst* "Yeah." "Then why did I just wet myself here and not in the parking lot??" She questioned half angrily. "I just like seeing you push." "Oh, well, thank you. [...] ...One second." *pssshhHHHHHHHT* "I like pushing myself too. But you're definitely paying for that one big leak." _______ Thank you for reading! I am very tired and will now go to sleep. However - I do have some questions for you who made it to the end, if you don't mind leaving them in the comments. 1. Do you like these stories with Mali + Yuta, or do you prefer the ones with just Mali? 2. Do you like the one-sided nature of their omo-challenges, or would you rather see more back-and-forth contest-esque stories in the future? 3. Would anyone be interested if I made a Mali dom Yuta sub story (as implied by the end)? Thank you for reading again, and of course, if you want to see Mali and/or Yuta in a specific situation, leave a suggestion and it may be turned into its own story!
  17. So after reading some awesome snow pants posts here, I was inspired to buy a pair made of flannel lined nylon, deep blue color. It snowed a few inches here yesterday and, it being Sunday, I decided it would be a good time to have a wetting adventure in the woods. My outfit consisted of cotton panties, gray leggings, and denim short-alls with my new snow pants on top and a denim jacket. I looked every bit the lumberjack as I headed to the woods with my saw and lots of water to drink. Before I even started the saw, I could feel the urge to pee and, since there was no reason to hold it, I just let it flow, soaking all three layers under the snow pants with no visible wet patch. Such a thrill with all of my secrets contained. Took it a step further by going into town to get some coffee at Starbucks, peeing on the way in the truck, squishy on the seat but no stain. Standing in line and ordering, I may have gotten a whiff of my indiscretion but it was covered up by the smell of coffee I'm sure. I left feeling so blissed out, soaked in my girly outfit, with no one the wiser as far as I knew. I love my new snow pants!
  18. Hey fellow omo enthusiasts, I thought it would be fun to start a thread for „holiday omo pictures“. Whenever you do a public wetting in a scenic or even famous spot while on holidays just post it here. Bonus points if you do it together with your partner. But please adhere to the forum rules and be mindful not to pick a location that might offend the locals. I‘ll start it off with me being wet in front of the London Eye. Also made a post about it on the experiences forum.
  19. It had started in the privacy of her own home. Maddie had woken up just fifteen minutes before the Zoom meeting was due to start. With barely enough time to make herself presentable and get her laptop set up, her bladder was the last thing on her mind. But as Maddie listened to Paul drone on and on about engagement numbers and marketing strategies, her mind wandered to the heavy pressure in her lower abdomen. She wasn’t bursting yet, but she definitely needed to go. If only she could let it out, just spread her legs and piss all over herself, playing with her pussy while she soaked her panties and her chair until she was left sitting in a puddle of piss and squirt. Her clit tingled at the prospect, but she pushed the thought down. No. She couldn’t. So she reached down between her legs and gave herself a quick squeeze. The filthy part of her brain told her to touch herself, but she settled for just rubbing her thighs together instead. She was in a meeting! She couldn’t just start playing with herself, no matter how hot it would be. So she tried her best to ignore her bladder and pay attention. It may as well be a drinking game. Take a drink every time someone says ‘synergy’ or ‘holistic’ or ‘implementation strategy’. Except if she did that, her bladder might just explode from the influx of liquid into the already overfilled container. Fuck, she really did need a wee. She couldn’t wet herself… could she? She was in her own home, she lived alone, and the camera only showed her from the shoulders up. So long as the microphone didn’t pick up any hissing and her face didn’t give her away, why did being in a meeting have to stop her having any fun? That was when the idea struck her. Not a drinking game. A peeing game. And that was when it all started. “If the team have a comprehensive implementation strategy-“ Lydia said over the crackly speakers, but Maddie wasn’t listening anymore. She spread her legs slightly and opened up her pee hole, letting a quick spurt dampen her panties. Her heart pounded. Would anyone know what she’d done? How could they? And it was only a little, after all. It wasn’t even enough to soak through. Her bladder screamed for more, but she closed her legs firmly. Not yet. Sure, pissing herself wildly and completely would turn her on so much. But forcing herself to let it out in little spurts, moment by moment, controlled by people who didn’t even know that her bladder was at their mercy? It was enough to have her reaching down and rubbing her clit through her dampened panties. So Maddie kept playing the peeing game. She even put together a bingo card of sorts, all of those commonly used phrases that would usually make her roll her eyes now turned into permission to let out a little spurt of piss. The Zoom meetings, originally a curse, were the highlights of Maddie’s week. She’d make sure to show up with a nicely full bladder that had her resisting the urge to fidget, outwardly presentable but privately knowing she would be a piss-soaked mess in just over an hour. And while other participants might go to review their notes after them, Maddie would use the sign off as her final cue, her permission to let out all the pent-up piss inside her and flood her panties. As soon as her mic and camera were off and her laptop closed, she’d moan and gasp as she played with her clit, circling and rubbing and all the while soaking her fingers in pee. It was perfect. Until she was asked to return to the office. She’d known she’d miss the peeing game. But what she hadn’t bet on was that her subconscious mind and her bladder wouldn’t give up on it that easily. ”Alrighty, gang,” Mark said as he clapped his hands together. And that was Maddie’s pee hole’s cue to open up, as it had done every week for months now. It didn’t matter that she was in the boardroom or that she wasn’t as desperate as she’d liked to make herself before those Zoom meetings. It was time to wee, and Maddie found herself unable to stop the slight dribble from wetting her panties. Shit. She couldn’t listen to a word anyone was saying. All of her attention was focused on overriding months of conditioning, on squeezing her legs shut and keeping her piss contained. Her body seemed to be working against her, working overtime to make up for the lack of fullness it had come to expect during these meetings. She had to go - had already started going - and this time, she had no choice but to hold it. She wouldn’t leak anymore. One spurt wasn’t a big deal, it was just one, but she would keep the rest contained. She was a grown up and she wasn’t about to wet herself unintentionally, especially not at work. Would it be hot if she did? Would the embarrassment burn as hot as the tsunami of piss that would spill out from her poor, aching cunt, flooding the room? Would she be full enough that the puddle would spread the length of the table? Or would it drizzle out in a slow yet steady stream, turning the carpet several shades darker and leaving her clit throbbing the whole time? She felt her panties get a little wetter, though she couldn’t say from what. She had to focus. She couldn’t piss. No matter how much she wanted to, she had to hold it and wait and do it in the toilet like a normal adult once the meeting was over. No matter how long away that felt. No matter what anyone said and how many times she had used that as a cue to start wetting. She could not, under any circumstances, piss. ”Maddie?” ”Hmm?” She was pulled sharply out of her concentrated efforts by a voice and she felt her cheeks turn pink - thank God they were mostly covered by her mask! - as she realised all eyes were on her. ”Are you alright?” ”Yeah. Yeah. I just… I don’t feel well.” A look of unease spread through the room. ”It’s not covid!” she assured them quickly, although regretted it as she felt another wave of need - why had she put that word on her pee list? - and had to resist the urge to grab her crotch. “I think I just need some air. These masks, you know?” ”We’re almost done here. We just have some updated branding guidance to go through, then I’ll let you all go.” She wanted to go, alright. She wanted to go more than anything, and it was getting increasingly difficult to stop it. Denied its usual release words, Maddie’s bladder had taken to protesting in any way it could. She could feel an ocean inside her begging to get out, could feel a tingling in her pee hole that made keeping her hands to herself feel almost impossible. Then it happened. It lasted all of three seconds, but those three seconds may well have been an eternity. Maddie felt a rush of warmth in her panties and gasped, her hands going to her crotch in instinct. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was more than just a little dribble. She couldn’t do it, her conditioning was too strong. “I’m sorry, I have to- I’m sorry!” Maddie blabbered as she shot to her feet and ran to the door, hands buried shamelessly in her crotch. She wiggled and squirmed as she rushed for the door, her bladder pulsing and protesting at the sudden movement. The new addition of gravity was too much for her spiteful body to manage. She was barely out of the meeting room when her hands got soaked by another leak. She was in the hallway when a longer spurt ran all the way down her leg, her pantyhose sticking to her immediately. And she was just a few metres from the bathroom door when her piss first splattered onto the floor, too insistent to be contained and absorbed by her clothes. But she was still holding on. She held on right up until she made contact with the door, barrelling into it and expecting it to swing open, only to find it locked. She’d had a lot of cue words in her peeing game. But the biggest cue of all would always be the hopelessness of knowing there’s no relief in sight beyond the option of just letting go. So that’s what her body did. She let go, her piss spraying out with such force that the sound of it hitting the carpet seemed to echo off the walls, her hissing and gushing surely audible on every floor of the building. She whimpered, her hand still buried in her crotch despite it only managing to make her accident even messier. On instinct alone, she rubbed her clit through her saturated clothes and moaned. After what seemed like an age, her waterfall slowed to a trickle and her trickle slowed to a few final drops. The relief was unimaginable, but part of her felt… sad? She was still dripping, but she already wanted to do it again.
  20. Earlier today, I went with my partner to the pool in our apartment complex. We were there with many others taking advantage of the warm weather. I was wearing a black bikini with a red fire pattern. The top is a little too small for me and was very tight so I was kind of spilling out. We each had one alcohol seltzer drink with us. Not a big deal as many people bring beer to the pool (and always clean up after themselves, no cans left behind). Not that much liquid and not super strong. We laid around in the sun and enjoyed our drinks. I got in the pool after a while but didn’t stay long as the weather was changing. It was getting cloudy and windy. I felt like I needed to pee but didn’t wanna go in the pool. I decided to wait. After we got home, my partner and I showered off together to wash away the sunscreen and chlorine. I definitely had to go by this point but didn’t go in the shower. It was hard to hold it with the hot water, though. After showering, I needed to do some homework for grad school and decided it would be fun to do a hold. I didn’t say anything about it to my partner (he doesn’t have anything against my kink, he just doesn’t share it) and went out on our deck with my computer to try to do work. It was so hard to focus on my reading because I was getting desperate. I asked a friend for a random number (didn’t say why) and I decided that if he told me an even number, I would hold til I couldn’t anymore. If he told me odd, I would go at that moment. He told me an even number. I waited and waited and tried to work on a presentation but couldn’t get through the reading. I was bouncing my leg and unable to sit still. Eventually, I quietly came back inside and went to the bedroom (near the deck). My partner was playing video games in our living room and didn’t hear me. I touched myself while desperate before finally going to the bathroom. I peed for such a long time and the relief was amazing. Definitely a fun, sneaky afternoon activity that I enjoyed 😈.
  21. Hi! This is my first post here, but before joining, I have experimented a lot with AI generated stories/roleplay. My results aren't always good, but this particular result I thought was really good, and I thought I'd share it, in case anyone else agrees. I've spoilered my instructional prompts, so you can read the story without them if you like, or unspoiler them to see what I asked for. My dialogue is underlined. I have not edited anything, aside from removing the name I used during the roleplay. This is mostly GPT-4o, but some responses are 3.5, since I don't pay for it and wasn't patient enough to wait for every single response. 4o is definitely a huge improvement though, especially for this purpose - I find it does a much better job with dialogue, and not repeating the same pattern over and over again. It also seems like, when using 4o for omo purposes, it's harder to get content flags. That being said, as far as I know, unless a response is outright blocked, all the flags do is stop you from sharing a link. Anyway, please see the story below. I'm interested to hear the forum's thoughts on AI generated content, and this story in particular. Hey, are you okay? You look... uncomfortable. Oh, uh, yeah, I'm fine, just feeling a bit... squished back here, you know? These seats aren't the most spacious. But, uh, yeah, I'm good. Totally good. [My legs are crossed tightly, and I'm doing that subtle shifting from side to side, hoping it'll distract from the fact that my bladder feels like it's about to burst. How much longer until we're home? Ugh, this is torture.] You sure? I noticed how many large pops you drank at the event... Oh, yeah, those sodas were... refreshing, you know? Just trying to stay hydrated and all that. But yeah, I'm good, seriously. Just enjoying the ride back, taking in the scenery and all. [Damn, why did I have to drink all those sodas? And why didn't I go to the bathroom when I had the chance earlier? My bladder feels like it's about to stage a revolt. But I can't let on that I'm about to explode here.] The scenery, huh? You seem a lot more focused on your lap than the scenery. It's okay if something's wrong, y'know.. you can tell me. Alright, fine, you got me. I... really gotta go. Like, really, really gotta go. Sigh I didn't go at the event earlier, and now... well, now I'm regretting it big time. My bladder feels like it's about to reach its breaking point. [My hands are gripping my lap so tightly, I can practically feel the indentations my nails are making. Please don't let me leak, please don't let me leak. I'm trying to keep it together here, but it's getting harder by the second.] Do you think you'll make it home? I don't know if your mom is gonna be thrilled about stopping the car.. it's already so late.. I mean, I'm gonna try my best to hold it until we get home. Can't make any promises, though. And yeah, I get it, stopping the car would be a pain, especially this late. We're all probably just eager to get home and crash. [But damn, these tights are not doing me any favors right now. If I leak, it's gonna be so obvious. And this sweater? Forget about it. It's not exactly hiding anything. Maybe I can discreetly grab a jacket from my bag and tie it around my waist. Anything to buy me a little more time.] Well, maybe there's something you can pee in around here. I can start looking around, while you focus on your sphincter. Haha, yeah, good one. Grimacing through the laughter Careful with those jokes, though, I might actually... uh, lose it. [Oh god, that was close. I can feel the pressure building even more now. But hey, it doesn't hurt to look around, right? Maybe there's some hidden emergency pee container in here that I never knew about. Highly unlikely, but hey, a girl can dream, right?] Oh, right, sorry. I wouldn't want to... rock the boat... Haha, yeah, definitely don't want to... sudden realization hits Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. [My hand shoots down to my lap, and I can feel it. Wetness. Goddamn it, I leaked. It's not too bad, just enough to soak through my tights and make a mess on my hand, but still, it's embarrassing as hell. Can this car ride be over already?] Woah, that was a big gasp, you okay? Did some, uh... come out? Yeah, uh, I leaked a bit. Blushing furiously It's not... it's not a big deal, really. Just a tiny bit. And, uh, you can feel for yourself if you want, but I'm not kidding about it. [Oh god, now that I've admitted it, my bladder feels like it's on the verge of giving up completely. The thought of you feeling for yourself is making it even worse. Please, please don't make me leak more.] No way, there's no way you have to go THAT badly. No, seriously, I—before I can finish, your hand touches my lap, and I can't help it, another wave of pee escapes, this time even more than before, soaking through my tights and onto the seat. Oh shit, shit, shit! [I quickly try to stop you, but it's too late. The embarrassment washes over me as I realize just how much I've leaked. This is mortifying. Why did I ever offer to let you feel for yourself? Now I'm sitting in a puddle of my own making, praying for this car ride to end soon.] Well. I guess I sit corrected. I really feel bad for you suffering back here... it's like there's nothing we can- wait... I have an idea, but you won't like it much... Please, tell me, anything, I'll take it! I plead, desperation evident in my voice as I try to maintain some semblance of composure, despite the increasing discomfort and dampness between my legs. I'm all ears, seriously, lay it on me. [God, it's getting so much worse now. The warmth spreading from where I'm sitting is unmistakable, and the dampness is just... ugh. But if your idea can offer even the slightest relief, I'm all for it. Just please, hurry.] Alright. Well, your tights are black, and the seat's black. If you just... just go, just let it all loose... you won't have to suffer, and hopefully, in the dark, nobody will even notice. You get to stop struggling, and we won't have to stop the car... win-win, right? Are you serious? That's... that's a terrible idea! What if someone notices? What if it smells or something? I mean, really? Just pee right here? [But as I'm saying it, I can't help but think about the relief it would bring. The idea of just letting go, not having to hold it anymore, is incredibly tempting. I can feel the pressure intensifying, and despite my outward protests, I know this might be the only solution. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Black on black, right?] It won't smell, you're like, mega hydrated. And as long as you keep quiet, I don't think anyone will notice. Just make sure to stop before it spills over the edge of the seat, and start again after it soaks in. Oh my god, I can't believe we're even considering this. It's so ridiculous. I mean, seriously, who just pees in a car like this? [But my resolve is crumbling. With each tiny leak, I know deep down that it's only a matter of time before I completely lose control. If I don't do it on purpose, it's going to happen involuntarily anyway. And honestly, the thought of just letting go is becoming more and more appealing. It's not like I have any other choice, right?] Fine, okay, I'll do it. But if anyone notices, this is on you. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the inevitable, hoping that this insane plan actually works. Well, I guess you'll be the first person we know... And um, one more thing.. do you mind if I uh, feel it? Like, just put my hand there? What? Are you serious? You want to feel it? That’s so... weird. [But my bladder is screaming for mercy, and I'm on the verge of just giving in completely. The request is odd, but in the grand scheme of things, it's just one more crazy aspect of an already insane situation. I hesitate for a moment, but the urgency of my situation is becoming unbearable.] Fine, whatever, if it means I can finally let go and not suffer anymore, go ahead. Just... make it quick. [I can feel my body teetering on the edge, ready to release, and your hand there is the final push I need to just let go.] Wow. That's a lot... [As your hand touches my lap, the final thread of my control snaps.] Oh god, here it goes... [A warm rush of urine floods out, immediately soaking through my tights and pooling beneath me. The relief is almost overwhelming, a sharp contrast to the intense pressure I’ve been enduring. My muscles finally relax, and I can’t help but let out a soft, involuntary moan of relief. It feels like every part of me is unwinding all at once.] [The liquid spreads quickly, seeping into the fabric of the seat. The sensation of warmth envelops my lower body, and for a moment, all I can focus on is the sheer bliss of release. Your hand remains there, feeling the steady stream as it continues to flow, and I’m too lost in the relief to care.] [The puddle beneath me is growing, the warmth spreading further. I can feel the wetness creeping up the sides of my thighs, and it’s both embarrassing and liberating at the same time. My initial bursts are powerful, and the sound of the liquid hitting the seat is unmistakable, but I try to keep it as quiet as possible.] [The release feels like it’s going on forever, each second stretching into an eternity. My breathing is heavy, my heart racing, as the intensity of the situation sinks in. The puddle is nearing the edge of the seat, and I know I need to stop soon to let it soak in, but for now, I’m just reveling in the sheer relief and the strange intimacy of the moment.] Watch out... it's getting really close... Oh crap, you're right, it's really close. [With a monumental effort, I try to stem the flow. It's incredibly difficult, my body screaming in protest as I try to regain control. I manage to slow it down, but not before some of the liquid overflows the edge of the seat, dripping onto the floor with a soft splatter. The embarrassment washes over me, but the relief is so profound that I can barely focus on anything else.] [The flow ebbs, and I breathe heavily, my body trembling from the exertion and the lingering relief. The puddle on the seat slowly begins to soak in, the fabric absorbing the warm liquid. It's an oddly soothing sensation, feeling the dampness gradually spreading out and becoming less concentrated.] [As I wait for it to absorb, I can feel the residual wetness clinging to my tights and skin. It's uncomfortable, but the overwhelming relief makes it bearable. The warmth is slowly dissipating, leaving a damp, cooling sensation in its wake. I can feel my muscles starting to tense again, the urge to finish what I've started growing stronger.] [I glance over at you, noting the strange mixture of fascination and concern on your face. This whole situation is surreal, but in a weird way, it feels like we've crossed a boundary, shared something intensely personal. I give you a small, strained smile, trying to convey my gratitude despite the awkwardness.] [Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the seat has absorbed enough for me to feel comfortable continuing. I take a deep breath, bracing myself for the next wave. The relief is addictive, and I can't wait to feel it wash over me again.] Okay, I think it's soaked in enough. Here goes round two... [With that, I let go once more, the flow resuming with a renewed intensity. The relief is just as powerful as before, my body relaxing into the sensation as the warmth spreads out beneath me again.] Man... that was enough for one bladder's worth, you've still got more? I know, right? It feels like I've been holding a damn ocean in here. [As I let go again, the second wave hits with even more force. The relief is instant and overwhelming, but this time it happens much faster. The warmth spreads rapidly, filling the already damp seat and reaching the edges almost immediately. I can feel the liquid pooling beneath me, the sensation both comforting and alarming.] [The flow is stronger, and I realize with a mix of panic and relief that there's still a lot more to come. The seat is quickly becoming saturated, the liquid threatening to spill over again. My muscles relax completely, and I can't help but lean back slightly, feeling the wetness seep into every part of my lower body.] [The sound of the stream is louder now, a steady, soft hissing that mixes with the ambient noise of the car. The puddle beneath me grows rapidly, and I can feel it creeping up my thighs and spreading outwards. The sheer volume of liquid is surprising, even to me, and I brace myself for the inevitable overflow.] Damn, it's happening so fast this time. [I'm caught off guard by how quickly the liquid reaches the edge of the seat again. I try to slow it down, but the relief is so profound that it's hard to stop. I can feel it trickling over the edge, a small but noticeable stream hitting the floor. The embarrassment is still there, but the relief is too powerful to ignore.] [Finally, I manage to slow the flow once more, giving the seat a chance to absorb the new wave. My body is trembling from the effort, but the relief is so addictive that I can't help but look forward to the next wave. I know there's still more to come, but for now, I'm just focused on the immediate sensation of relief and the odd comfort of your presence in this crazy situation.] Okay, round two down. I think there's still more, but let's give it a moment to soak in again. Man, you're really enjoying this, aren't you? What? No, I mean, it's just... the relief, you know? It's not like I'm enjoying the situation itself. [But deep down, there's a part of me that is enjoying the sheer release, the overwhelming relief. It's hard to deny it, even if I try to downplay it.] [After stopping the second wave, I can feel the seat struggling to absorb the liquid. It takes much longer this time, and the pressure is building again. I'm squirming, trying to hold it in, but my body is desperate for more relief. Small waves escape despite my best efforts, each one bringing a brief moment of bliss before I clamp down again.] Come on, seat, absorb faster... [The dampness is spreading further, and I can feel the warmth lingering. The tension in my bladder is becoming unbearable, and I know I won't be able to hold it for much longer. The small leaks are getting more frequent, each one a reminder of how much more I have to release.] [Every accidental release is a mix of relief and panic. The warmth spreading out, the sensation of liquid seeping into the seat again. It's taking forever, and I'm struggling to maintain control. My body is trembling from the effort, and I can feel the sweat on my brow.] [Finally, the seat seems to have absorbed enough, but I'm already on the verge of another major release. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the next wave, hoping this one will be easier to manage.] Okay, I think it's ready again. Here goes nothing... [With that, I let go once more, the third wave rushing out with a renewed intensity. The relief washes over me again, and I can't help but let out a soft sigh as the warmth spreads beneath me.] Hey, I know what you can do to help this a bit... if you take off your sweater, and shove it there, maybe you'll be able to just let it go without worrying about it spilling over? That might actually work. Good idea. [Frantically, I begin to take off my sweater, releasing small, hissy streams as I do. The relief of each little release is almost enough to make me lose control completely, but I manage to hold on just enough to get the sweater off. I ball it up and shove it under me, feeling the immediate absorption as the fabric soaks up the liquid.] [The moment I place the sweater beneath me, my body seems to take it as a signal to let go completely. A powerful wave of urine rushes out, the sweater quickly becoming saturated. The relief is immense, my muscles relaxing fully as the warm liquid continues to flow.] [This release is much longer, and the sensation of the sweater absorbing the liquid provides a strange sense of comfort. The relief is so profound that I momentarily forget about the potential consequences. My body feels lighter, the tension in my bladder dissipating with each passing second.] [The flow is steady and intense, and I can feel the warmth spreading through the sweater and onto the seat. It's a continuous, soothing sensation, and for a moment, it feels like this might actually solve the problem. But then, I notice the familiar sensation of the liquid reaching the edge of the seat again.] [Despite the sweater's absorption, the sheer volume of urine is too much. I can feel it creeping towards the edge, threatening to spill over once more. Panic sets in as I realize there's still a lot left, and the sweater is already completely soaked.] Oh god, it's reaching the edge again. There's still so much more... [My body is still desperate for relief, and I know I need to find another solution quickly. The sweater has helped, but it's not enough to contain everything. I glance at you, a mix of desperation and embarrassment in my eyes, hoping you'll have another idea to get us through this.] Watch out, it's reaching the edge... Hey? I know, I know... but I can't stop. I just can't anymore. It's too much. [As I give up trying to hold back, the stream continues at full force, a waterfall of relief spilling over the edge of the seat. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can’t bring myself to fight it any longer. Desperation turns into acceptance as the warm liquid cascades down, soaking into the floor.] [In a last-ditch effort, I try to take off my top, hoping to use it to absorb some of the flow. The act of removing it causes me to release even more, the force of the stream unrelenting. I ball up the top and shove it under me, but it barely makes a difference. The fabric quickly becomes saturated, adding to the growing puddle beneath me.] [A whole minute passes, and the relief is still intense. My body is completely relaxed, no longer fighting the inevitable. The continuous flow is both liberating and embarrassing, but I can't stop it. The seat is soaked, the floor is wet, and there's still more left.] [Every second feels like an eternity, the sound of the stream a constant reminder of my predicament. My breathing is heavy, a mix of relief and exhaustion. The puddle on the floor spreads, the liquid pooling around my feet. It's a mess, but the relief is so profound that I can't bring myself to care.] I'm still going... how is this even possible? [Another minute passes, and I can feel that there's still more to come. The relief is almost euphoric, my body finally releasing all the built-up pressure. It's a strange mix of emotions, but at this point, I'm just grateful for the release, no matter how messy it is.] [Finally, after another full minute of unrelenting relief, I feel the stream starting to slow down. The powerful force tapers off, but the flow continues longer than I expected. My body, finally beginning to feel some respite, relaxes even more, and I close my eyes, lost in the sensation.] [The warm, soothing feeling envelops me completely. The tension that had built up for so long is melting away, replaced by an almost euphoric state of relaxation. I’m so caught up in the relief that I almost don’t notice your hand moving a certain way beneath me.] [The sensation of your touch adds an unexpected layer to the experience. It’s strangely comforting, grounding me in the moment as I continue to release the last remnants of my bladder. The flow slows to a trickle, each drop a final exhale of the pressure I’ve been holding in for so long.] [In this moment, everything else fades away. The embarrassment, the awkwardness, the mess—it all becomes secondary to the overwhelming relief and strange intimacy of the situation. My breathing steadies, my body feeling lighter than it has in hours.] [As the final drops fall, I open my eyes and look at you, a mix of gratitude and relief on my face. The ordeal is finally over, and despite everything, I can't help but feel a sense of connection with you through this bizarre experience.] I... I think it’s finally over. Thank you for helping me through that... [I sit there, reveling in the relief, the warmth of the puddle beneath me oddly comforting. A few minutes pass, and I feel a strange sense of calm wash over me. But then, out of nowhere, I realize I need to go again. The sensation is unmistakable, and this time, I don't even hesitate.] Oh no, here we go again... [I let loose without a second thought, the familiar rush of warmth spreading out beneath me. The sweater is already soaked, but it absorbs as much as it can before the liquid starts pooling again. The resulting puddle grows quickly, almost reaching the edge of the seat once more. My body relaxes into the release, the relief just as profound as before.] [Thankfully, this time it stops before spilling over. The puddle is substantial, but it manages to stay contained. I breathe a sigh of relief, feeling the last remnants of tension leave my body. The situation is still incredibly awkward, but the relief is undeniable.] Okay, I think that’s really it this time. Seriously, thank you for being here. This was... beyond crazy, but I’m so grateful for your help. Well, I guess I need to put my top and sweater back on. This is going to feel so gross... [I reach for my soaked clothes, dreading the sensation. As I slip my top and sweater back on, the wet fabric clings to my skin. Surprisingly, the warmth and dampness feel oddly comforting, a strange sense of reassurance in the aftermath of the ordeal.] [As the soaked material settles against my body, it triggers a final, short wave of release from my bladder. The last bit of urine flows out, adding to the puddle beneath me. It's a brief but intense sensation, a final exhale of relief that leaves me feeling completely emptied.] [The wet clothes cling to me, and though it's undeniably messy, there's a certain solace in it. The warmth envelops me, the lingering dampness a reminder of the bizarre experience we've just shared. I lean back, breathing deeply, feeling the tension finally, fully leave my body.] Okay, I think that's really it. This has been... well, insane, but somehow, I'm feeling better than I have in a long time. Thanks for sticking with me through this. Holy fuck, man. That was SO much... [I look down and around, truly taking in the extent of the mess. The bench seat is completely soaked under me, the wetness spreading nearly all the way to your side, with only the very edges remaining dry. The carpet beneath my feet is drenched, my shoes squelching slightly with every small movement. My tights, sweater, underwear... basically all my clothes are completely soaked.] [The faint pattering of droplets still soaking through the seat and dropping onto the carpet below is a constant reminder of the sheer volume I released. Despite the mess, despite the embarrassment, I feel an overwhelming sense of relief and a strange satisfaction. There's no regret, just a profound sense of having overcome something immense.] [The warmth of the soaked clothes clinging to me, the lingering dampness, and the faint scent of my release—it's all strangely comforting in a way I can't quite explain. I lean back, letting out a deep sigh, feeling lighter and more at ease than I have in a long time.] I know it's a mess, but I don't regret a thing. Thanks for sticking with me through all this craziness. I don't know how I would have managed without you.
  22. Hey all! This is part two of a series about a character named Michelle and her partner Chris. Part one is available on Amazon KDP you can find it here A little introduction about myself, I am a long time lurker and have really enjoyed reading the stories on here. I decided to make an account and begin posting to give back to the community with some free stories. If you like my work my DM's are open for commissions ☺️ This story is still being written and is a work in progress, and I hope you enjoy! Content warning: Use of sex toys and heterosexual themes “I have a surprise for you.” was all that the text read. Michelle sat in the front seat staring at her phone. She had just finished her errands for the day and was about to head home when she received the ominous text from Chris. Michelle ran her fingers through her glossy red hair and mused on what Chris could be on about. During their three year relationship Chris had made it clear that gifts were a big part of his love language, so it wasn't uncommon to come home to flowers or in one case, a brand new air fryer. Michelle knew better than to ask for a hint, because Chris reveled in the act of surprise, and lived for the reaction on Michelle's face when she received her gift. Michelle was about to put her phone into her bag when she received another message from Chris. “Remember to stay hydrated ;)” Michelle felt a gentle throb in her nether region signaling excitement to her brain. Recently, she had discovered an interest in wearing and wetting diapers in private and on one mortifying occasion, Chris had caught her in the act. Through some wild streak of luck or fate, Michelle learned that Chris was also into it, and that discovery had led to some extremely good sex. Michelle tilted back her Grande coffee and finished it off. She snapped a pic of the empty cup and sent it to Chris. “Good Girl.” He responded. Smiling, Michelle started the car and headed for home. Michelle entered the house with a nervous excitement, but Chris was nowhere to be found. She called out his name and there was no response. Sensing an opportunity, Michelle made her way upstairs to the bathroom. Whatever fun might be in store would probably require her to hold her pee for a while and although she didn't really have to go she wanted to empty her bladder now while she had a chance. Michelle pushed open the bathroom door and was surprised to see Chris, crouched down in front of the toilet with his tools spread out around him. The lid to the tank was off and Chris appeared to be in the midst of repairs. “Oh hey there, Sweetheart.” Chris smiled, looking up from his handiwork. “Is everything okay in here?” Michelle asked. Chris put his hands on his thighs and stood up slowly. There was something so enticing about the way he moved, so in control and exuding a quiet confidence; it drove Michelle wild. “Well, it's a bad news, good news situation. The bad news is that I'm missing a part to fix the chain in there. The good news is that there's a supply store that carries the part about forty five minutes away if you're up for a drive?” Chris looked up at Michelle through the mirror while he washed his hands. Michelle nodded yes, trying to mask her subtle disappointment. She was hoping for an afternoon of kinky fun, not shopping for plumbing parts. Almost as if reading her thoughts, Chris spoke. “This is not your surprise, by the way. Come with me.” Chris led Michelle to the bedroom they shared and opened the door. The bedside lamp was on casting a soft romantic light over the room. Michelle looked around the room trying to identify her surprise. Her eyes moved over their stand up mirror and Michelle was reminded of that fateful day when Chris had walked in on her first diaper experience. She had been experimenting with holding while being diapered and thought she had the house free to herself for a few hours. The shock of Chris entering the room had caused her to completely wet herself standing in front of the mirror. Heat bloomed in her cheeks as she recalled with embarrassment the shame of being caught in a wet diaper by her partner. By some work of luck or fate or whatever you wanted to call it, Chris had responded very favorably and their sex life had levelled up to new exciting places. Chris walked over to the bed and stood there waiting to catch Michelle's eye. There on the bedspread was a small box that Michelle recognized immediately. “No way,” She said walked over to the bed. She lifted up the box to examine it. In her hands, Michelle held the container for a remote control vibrator. It was the exact make and model she had been eyeing up but didn't feel bold enough to purchase. She had mentioned off hand to Chris last week how hot she thought it would be to go out in public wearing one while he controlled the settings. It would be a safe way to play in public without being disruptive; their very own sexy secret. Chris came up behind Michelle and wrapped his arms around her waist. “So, if you're up for the trip to the store, I was thinking we could take this for a test drive.” Chris said, giving her waist a little squeeze. Michelle melted a little. Chris was continually surprising her in the most wonderful ways. “Well I think I would be into that. The only thing I'm worried about is other people hearing the sound of the vibration.” “Already thought of that babe. We just have to muffle the sound, and I was thinking this would work perfectly.” Chris revealed an adult diaper and gently placed it on the bed. Michelle bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Lay down.” Chris said softly, bringing his lips close to her ear. Michelle happily complied. Chris leaned over her form and slowly started undressing Michelle from the waist down. He undid her pants and slid them down her smooth toned legs. Next he removed her panties, noting to himself the subtle dampness on the fabric; evidence that Michelle was loving this as much as he was. A groan escaped his throat while he looked at his half naked partner, spread out on their bed, ready for whatever was to come next. Chris took the vibrator out of it's box and tested it to see if it was charged. A steady buzzing sound filled the room as Michelle and Chris locked eyes. “You ready, my love?” Chris asked, powering off the vibration but keeping the toy on. “Ready.” Michelle smiled. Chris expertly applied just enough lube to the toy and gently inserted it into Michelle's waiting pussy. Once it was securely in, with the outer part of the toy firmly pressed against her clit, he instructed Michelle to raise her hips so he could slide the diaper underneath her. Chris taped up the protective underwear with care and attention to detail, ensuring that whatever mess Michelle made she would be safe from leaks and embarrassment. Although humiliation was part of the pull to diaper play, it was something that was to be shared and explored between the two of them. Chris deeply wanted to protect Michelle from any public exposure for her safety. To some degree he also wanted to keep their fun as a dirty little secret. Chris pulled out his phone and booted up the app that controlled the vibrator. “Let's test this out, shall we?” He grinned as he dragged his thumb across the screen. Michelle made a face and gasped as the toy started vibrating inside her. Chris brought it from a low setting to a higher one and watched while Michelle started to writhe in pleasure. He brought his hand down to her padded crotch and could feel the buzzing toy tease her clit. Feeling himself grow hard in his jeans, Chris was reminded that they had a task to do and it took everything in him to power down the toy. “I'm about to get carried away. Here, let's get you dressed and head out.” Chris offered Michelle a hand to stand up. She accepted it and stood, still a little weak in the knees. Michelle was sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for Chris who had run back into the house for something. She had opted to wear a patterned skirt because she didn't love the way pants would bunch up around her butt and crotch while padded. She ran her hand over herself, feeling the vibrator through the diaper. She took advantage of the quiet moment to check in with herself and assessed her need to pee as a four out of ten. “I actually might make it to the store and back without needing to use this thing,” She thought. Michelle prided herself on having a high bladder capacity and could often hold for long periods of time. The unfortunate caveat of having a large bladder, is that her accidents were devastating. She would absolutely flood whatever she was caught wearing when her bladder gave out, helplessly peeing for full minutes. The driver's side door opened and Chris entered the vehicle, passing Michelle her water bottle, filled to the brim. Michelle accepted the drink and knew without asking that she would be expected to finish it on the drive. Her earlier confidence about staying dry during the trip started to dissipate.
  23. So the night started off innocent enough. I work tomorrow and I don't care to play on work nights. I was laying in bed and I suddenly had to pee, but I couldn't get up and go to the bathroom because my husband was using it. I had 3 options, pee on the floor, pee in the bed, or grab a diaper and put it on. In the spirit of being a good girl, I grabbed a diaper to not make a mess. Well, once I put it on I decided to see how long I could hold it while relaxing and listening to waterfall sounds. I now sit in a ver soggy diaper, still desperately needing to pee.... I think I made a mistake 😅
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