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  1. School bell rang and everyone hurried into their classes, since it’s the final exam both students and teachers were as early as possible. Every student wanted good marks of course. Our protagonist or victim I would say, was a bit late to class due to heavy traffic jam and pouring rain. She’s still in the bus which is currently stuck within the masses of vehicles. Her name is Malki, works as a teacher in an all-boys school in Sri Lanka. Today her choice of saree (a dress commonly worn by South Asian women) was a silky pink one mixed with white stripes. Small Sakura flowers increased the beauty of it. She’s a petite woman at the perfect age of 24. Fair in complexion and had an amazing pair of soft jiggly breasts with pink nipples (to match her saree probably) that was admired by the boys of all ages and vigorously grouped by her fiancé all the time. Her ass was mediocre but not bad since its been loved my many boys at school. Between those curvy and plumy thighs, there was her innocent little pussy cat (The real protagonist of the story lol), holding a full bladder right now in the bus. “Oh god when I can reach the school so I can empty the container ahhh” Malki’s bladder tortured her mercilessly. The rain made it worse. She was fidgeting all over while standing and holding the pole with her left hand. Her right hand was busy grabbing her pee hole otherwise she’ll piss in her cute saree. Almost everyone in the bus could easily see her battle against her bladder by her heavily agonized face and majority of males enjoyed her struggle. Malki was sweating all over, sweat drops flowed from her neck down into her cleavage wetting her melons, her back wash shining with her sweat. “Everybody who bought tickets for the junction now may get out of the bus.” Screamed the conductor through the people. “Finally, just another one halt to the school. Sweet relief here I come.” Malki screamed inside her head merrily imagining pissing inside the ladies peacefully. * 15 minutes passed. * “Uh god why this fucking bus won’t move. Why the fuck there’s so much traffic today” She was angry towards the stupid bus driver, the conductor and all the other drivers blocking her way to her ultimate pleasure. She knew that she’ll wee on herself like a little girl soon and flood the whole bus with her water. So her next quick decision was to get out of the bus, so maybe she can find a corner or a toilet to relieve herself. So, she swiftly squeezed through the crowd while violently grabbing her crotch. Well somewhere in the middle of the bus, a young man who read the situation perfectly took his opportunity. While Malki is rushing through the crowd he quickly put his hand underneath her saree blouse AND her blue lacy bra to feel her melons. He was able to get a good 3 to 5 seconds of heavenly pleasure. Her cute nipples were pinched hardly, and the boobs were felt well. Her boobs were slipped by his hands multiple time due to her heavy seating. His hand covered from Malki’s sweet, lovely boob sweat and he didn’t hesitate to lick it even though people were watching. “Oh, sweet gooooood aah aah aaaaaah” he just came in his pants instantly because he grabbed some high-quality boob meat and sacred titty sweat which he enjoyed well. Since her need to urinate is much greater, she didn’t want to make a scene there and quickly walked pass him while adjusting her blouse. The touch of her breasts aroused her a bit and a quick spray of piss burst through her pussy, wetting her sweet cotton panty. As soon as she got out of the bus, all she could see was thousands of people busily running here and there for their work. Her eyes quickly searched a washroom, and she couldn’t find a single. For her luck, the rain almost stopped, otherwise she’ll be in deep trouble since she left her umbrella at home. “God, I need to piss like right now. I’m late for school also. Omg what to do what to do now…” as she thought that she knew that she was slowly losing her battle with her bladder. She could have walked to the school and get the pleasure of pissing into the teacher’s commode with a privacy of four walls and a roof, but she couldn’t do that since she’s about to piss herself. Her vagina was sweating a lot and it was basically screaming to empty the bladder as soon as she can. “Aaah I don’t even care if someone sees me. I just need this piss outta my body. That’s it.” She talked to herself while squatting down while hundreds of people are walking past her. Her bladder was at last happy, so that it can let go of this heavy liquid. As soon as she squats, she saw this big trash box in the corner of the main street. It was big enough for the lady to get some privacy. “Ah that’ll do it. Finally, I can take this piss peacefully.” She thought while dashing towards it. There was no one around there. As she went behind the trash box while blocking her piss hole with both of her hands, within a split second, she quickly lifted her saree up revealing her cute cunt and plumy ass covered by her light pink cotton panty, which is also somewhat wet by the incident in the bus. As squatting she instantly grabbed the panty from behind and pulled down along her legs, revealing her curvy white bottom and then the glamours piss hole decorated with half grown black pubic hair. Just before she let her dam open, a loud battle cry was made to celebrate her victory of ‘Not pissing herself’, which might have grabbed the attention of few people. “Ohhhhh good goooooooood aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” a thick stream of transparent urine was rocketed out from her pussy as soon as the panty was out of the way whilst the queen was enjoying a pleasure of a great piss. The stream was making a loud hiss sound as it hit the cement pedestrian and the holy water made a massive reservoir behind the trash box. The stream and the sighs continued for some time. And the reservoir kept getting bigger and bigger to the point I was soaking her high heels and her saree pallu. (The loose end of the saree). From behind you could see a heavy piss stream aggressively emptying between meaty thighs into the road. Her curvy ass was completely visible to anyone who's looking from behind. She could feel the cold wind kissing her asshole and tickling her heavy working pussy and it added up to her pleasure. 60 seconds passed, yet the stream is as strong as in the beginning. Malki repositioned her legs because squatting in the same way for a long time made her legs hurt. Her bladder was emptying very fast yet there was more piss to be emptied. Some of the piss wet her legs and even her asshole. And suddenly the stream stopped. “Ahhh the best piss ever. I probably shouldn’t drink on Sunday Nights” The stream started again after a small break with a less power. While she was emptying her water sack, she checked the time. “Shit its almost 7.45 I’m way too late for school.” She thought as was enjoying the piss. At the 1 minute 40 seconds mark the stream got weaker and our lady finished doing the most private thing out in the open public, risking her self-esteem. And of course, entertaining a small audience. Since her piss-soaked panty disgust her, she decided to slide it down the legs and put it inside the trash box, instead of wearing it. Then next moment she fled the crime scene while feeling well relieved as if nothing ever happened behind the trash box. She walked towards the school confidently, despite only a piece of Saree covering a private parts. Well, it’s probably way cooler down there without a panty and her pussy probably needed that after being pressurized way too much. At 8.00 she reached the school premises as light as a feather still enjoying the trash box piss. “Ma’am I see you are late today. What might be the reason?” Headmaster stopped her right in front of the school gate. “I got stuck in traffic sir. Want happen again.” Replied Malki while thinking about her adventure. “Oh good. Quickly go to your class the exam has already begun.” “Okay. I’ll run” Malki replied as she was laughing. “Ah one thing. Make sure you don’t let boys’ copy. Do anything necessary to stop copying and cheating.” Headmaster said in a raised voice. “Okay I’ll take care of that.” Malki went to her class passing the headmaster who didn’t forget to take look at her panty-less booty popping out of her saree. She walked pass many other classrooms to find her classroom which was 11-E. All the students were doing the exam paper while a substitute examiner took care of the class. “Oh Malki, you came. What made you so late?” substitute teacher asked from her. (Apparently Malki and her are best friends for more than 5 years.) “Gotta tell you Anudi, I had to piss really bad in the traffic.” Replied Malki with sporting a naughty facial expression. “OMG what happened then?” “It was so bad I had to take the piss behind a trash box” “Oh wow. Seems like I gotta wee now, this rain makes thing worse. Anyways see you later. Take care of the classroom” Anudi went in the direction of the teacher washroom that was situated in the staff room, which is in the same building as all grade 11 classrooms. “Ok I will. Take care” Malki replied as she sits on the teachers chair. The whole piss discussion was faintly heard by some of the students at the class and they got excited a bit. Maybe they’ll do better in the exam. Meanwhile Andui peacefully sat on the commode after putting the seat down. Her lacey knicker was dropped down to her feet. And her hole was emitting a stream down to the commode through her dark bush. She didn’t sigh much because it wasn’t that urgent as Malki’s but she did felt good. The piss stream hitting the commode water made a loud bubbly sound for about 20 seconds up until her piss ended. Then she took metallic the bidet shower and kept it against her pussy from the font and press the button to wash it. Cold water stream sprayed on her vagina startling Anudi a bit. Piss drops on her vag and bush got washed away but her bush got wet. Then she took her cute girly anime handkerchief to wipe it. Like a normal person, next she smelled it and put it back to her handbag. Soon the knicker was well placed covering a buttocks and the vag. As the toilet was flushing, we went out of it like a supervillain after demolishing a building. Meanwhile Malki was sitting on her chair carefully checking on students to catch anyone cheating or exchanging answers, not knowing that her panty-less pussycat and her poor bladder will be destroyed by a sea of piss soon. The morning trash bin piss was just a teaser for the day. ❤
  2. Full disclosure here, this is NOT my story! It is one of my favourites though, and I have reworked parts of it to add to the desperation. The original was written by the fantastic Paul Tester. This post is in homage to the all time master, in no way is it an attempt at plagiarismPlease delete if this is not allowed. She was a bit of a misfit at her workplace, she'd only been there 6 months, but she knew she was out of place. At just 21 she was the youngest person in her office, and everyone was into rugby. It was very much a male dominated environment, and the 3 women who worked there all seemed very butch, rugby loving, beer drinking types. Lindsey was very much a girlie girl. She was 21, but she was young at heart, she loved Disney, rarely drank, had only ever had sex with one boy, and was, well, generally just a bit out of place. Lindsay was therefore flattered when one of the older men at work asked her to join a group of his friends going to the rugby match. The group consisted of 3 men, and the two other girls who were both in their late 20's. The other girls were Tracy, about 25, slim with dark hair and thick glasses, which spoiled her looks, and Belinda, well built, a blonde about 28. Both were casually dressed, Tracy in the tightest pair of jeans you could imagine, and Belinda in a denim mini-skirt, which was both short and tight. Lindsay had also gone for the casual look, not really having a clue what to wear to a rugby match. She wore jeans, not as tight as Tracy's with a sweater and anorak. As you might expect from a rugby crowd, they met in a pub for a few drinks before walking to the ground. Everyone drank pints of bitter, and it was just assumed that Lindsey would join in, the group were very welcoming, and were all happy to buy her drinks. Lindsay struggled to keep up with the other girls, she didn't really like the taste of the beer, and she was very unaccustomed to this volume of drink. It would be rude to order a glass of coke, or an alcopop as she normally would, so she tried to match them as best she could. She noticed that both Tracy and Belinda had no trouble with their drinks, Tracy drinking bitter like the men and Belinda drinking pints of lager. Lindsay though, was not only struggling to keep up with the rate the others were drinking, she was embarrassed to find she was needing to visit the loo about twice as often as anyone else. Even the other girls who were clearly as used to drinking beer as the men didn't seem to need to go nearly as much as she did. After her third visit one of the men made a rather crude remark about going to the toilets to finger herself, and whilst she blushed a deep shade of crimson, everyone else laughed at her. For the next hour Lindsay tried to make a deliberate effort not to go so often, but twice she had to hold on until she was literally bursting before she went. Before they set off for the Rugby ground, everyone, naturally, went to the loo, which was the first time Lindsay had been in the tiny pub loo with the other two ladies. There were only 2 cubicles, and the others beat her in. Again she was desperate to go, and, as the ladies room was so small, she could hear what was going on inside the cubicles. She could not help taking an interest; neither of the other girls had been to the loo for a long time and she had been wondering how they could drink so much and not need to pee, when Lindsay had drunk much less and was nearly bursting every 15 minutes. She had been about 20 minutes after Belinda last went, and Belinda had drank 2 pints since then, whilst Lyndsey had nursed about 3 quarters of one, and she was waiting outside almost frantic, whilst Belinda didn't show any need at all. Tracy started first, letting go of a short, but loud blast of pee, it sounded like she was letting a lot out very quickly, as if she had wanted to go very badly. Belinda, must have either been really desperate, or she had an enormous bladder, because she was peeing for ages, which was a comfort to Lindsay, maybe she had been bursting after all and just not showing it infront of the men? She went for far longer than Lindsay did when she got into a cubicle, and she had been wanting to go more than badly enough. After that, they all left and made off to go to the game. It was a cold, damp, day, and Lyndsay had no idea how far the ground was from the pub. They had not been walking long when Lindsay started to feel the need for a pee, nothing serious, but she would definitely have liked to go if there had been a chance. They were walking through suburbia though; endless, featureless streets of houses, and not the sort of place you would find a public loo. There was nothing she could do except wait and keep quiet and hope her need did not get any worse. In the back of her mind there was the nagging feeling that she had drunk a lot of beer and this would make her want to pee more than usual, so, she tried to press her legs together as she walked, and crossed them tightly whenever there was a chance to stop. They were not walking very fast, which was making her predicament even more uncomfortable, and the need to go increased remorselessly. She longed to find a loo. They were walking next to a river though, no sign of a pub or even better, a public loo, so there was nothing for it but to hang on. Lindsay was to having to make a real effort to hold herself back, and the beer was filling her up at a frighteningly fast rate. They'd only been walking for about 20 minutes before Lyndsay was bursting. She'd been needing to go every 15 minutes in the pub, but forcing herself to wait another 10 or so until she felt she couldn't wait any more. Frantically she was trying to think how far away the ground was. She didn't know the area very well, but she feared they were still miles away and she was starting to panic; they were walking faster now, so while she would get to the loos quicker, it was more strain to hold on until she did. A sudden urgency hit her, and she just had to stop and cross her legs or she might have wet myself. She pretended to have something her eye, fiddling with a tissue while keeping her legs tightly crossed. The spasm passed and she hurried to catch up with the others. Soon she was just as desperate again, and the effort of waiting was making it difficult to walk normally. She was mincing along with her legs pressed together and clenching myself shut as hard as she could. She was absolutely bursting and didn't know how long she could hold out like this. Five minutes later and again Lindsay had to make an excuse to stop, so she could cross her legs and ease the stress on her bladder. She was terrified, and had to set a herself a target, she discreetly pulled Tracy aside. "How far away are we now" she asked, trying to sound calm. "Oh not far love" chirped Tracy, "Just another 5 minutes or so." The news wasn't great, 5 minutes sounded like a lifetime in her current state, but it wasn't a disaster, she was 21 years old, she could hold her bladder for 5 minutes, no matter how bad her need. Soon though, Lindsay felt she was more desperate than she had ever been in her life. Walking along a path with a river on one side was a bad situation and to her great misery it was taking most of her strength to hold on, and she felt that if it got any worse, she might not be able to wait. Desperate, she had to do something, so she pushed her hands down into her anorak pockets, and tried to hold her crutch. The jacket was not quite long enough, and even stretching it to its limit, she could not reach far enough between her legs to have any real effect. However, it was better than nothing, so she staggered along like this until she saw one of the men staring at her, when she realised how peculiar this looked. Lindsay pulled her hands away and tried to walk normally again. Walking normally, or even walking in any way, was becoming more difficult as her bladder filled remorselessly. Lindsay had been simply bursting, absolutely dying for a wee before; that had been bad enough, but she could cope with that. All she had to do was to wait and they would soon be in the Rugby ground where there had to be loos. What she had never expected, because she was not used to drinking beer in the volume she had that day, was how quickly her bladder would fill. As the beer passed through her, her body demanded that she release the enormous volume of liquid she had drunk. Her bladder was throbbing, as it reached it's full capacity and demanded to be emptied. She was nearly going frantic, then she started to panic again, what if there were no toilets near the entrance, what if there was a queue? There was no way she could stand in a queue in her current state, she was beginning to think she just had to find somewhere for a wee because she might not be able to hold out until they got to the stadium. What had, just 2 minutes ago been a nagging, but bearable urge from her bladder, was becoming an insistent, urgent, demand to release the pressure building inside her. Pee! Pee! She had to pee! And very soon. She was going out of her mind, and decided there and then that she would make an excuse and pee at the first opportunity. A pub, a restaurant, a café, a shop. Even if there were no public facilities, she would run inside and beg. Even a house. At this stage she wasn't beyond banging on someone's front door and pleading with them to let her use their toilet. The need was becoming so intense and urgent that she began to doubt her ability to control it much longer, and wetting herself, could become an awful possibility. Poor Lindsay was reaching a frantic stage and all she wanted was to be able to sit down and cross her legs. Oh to be able to cross her legs so tightly that this terrible urgent need to pee became bearable. She wanted to press her hand between her legs and stop her pee from leaking out. Oh God, she wanted to go so badly she could hardly wait; she had to do something to help her bursting bladder before she lost control and committed the ultimate disgrace for a lady of her age: publicly wetting herself. It was a situation that Lindsay had no answer for, she desperately wanted to wee, but there was nowhere she could wee; so what choice did she have? Only to wait, to hold on, clench her bladder shut and keep all that pee inside of her. She did not have any choice; she had to make herself wait. Her bladder was bursting, absolutely bursting, worse than she could ever remember wanting to go before, but she was not used to drinking like she had that day, and she knew that drinking too much beer made you want to pee. And how she wanted to pee. She was desperate... desperate, her bladder throbbing with the pressure of pee inside demanding to be released. Struggling to hold her pee, she let out a gasp of "Oh God!" as the pressure in her bladder seemed to build and build to an unbearable level, which was taking all her strength to control. She told herself she had to wait, there was no loo she could use, so she had to hold on, but the pressure was almost too much for her to contain. If it got any worse, she thought, she would never be able to stop it, she would...wet herself? No! That was unthinkable, somehow she had to make herself hold on, something would happen, and somehow she would find a loo. There had to be one before the rugby ground, she just had to make herself wait until she got there. She tried to console herself with the thought that everyone else with her had drunk more, so how on earth were they managing to wait? Men, she knew, had better bladders than women, but how on earth Tracy and Belinda were waiting she had no idea! If they could wait though, then she had to as well. She had never, ever wanted to wee so badly, so desperately, in her life. Her bladder area was aching, throbbing where her jeans were pressing on it. She had not realised how tight her jeans were across her tummy, but now the waistband seemed to be cutting into her and causing her agony. Somehow she managed to wait until she could see the end of the canal path, but how far from where they were to the Stadium? She could see the floodlight towers, which seemed miles away. She asked Belinda now "How far to go?" meaning how far until she could go, and was told, "they were nearly there." Lindsay was hoping desperately that the entrance would be nearer and there might be the loo she so desperately wanted. In her desperate state she convinced herself that as soon as they got off this path there would be a public toilet, or a pub, or a shop. If not, this was becoming a nightmare, something she had never imagined happening to her. Lindsay was not used to drinking a lot of beer and had never been in such an awful situation before; wanting to pee so very, very badly and yet seemingly nowhere she could go. Women of her age did not get in this situation. When they wanted a loo, they waited until they found one. Simple, if they could not find a loo, they just waited until they found one. Where? There would be loos a plenty in the Rugby ground, she knew that, but it didn't seem possible she could get there, there had to be a pub outside the ground, just a few minutes nearer. If only there could be... Lindsay was reaching the limit of her ability to wait and she was afraid that every second it took her to get to a loo was going to be crucial. She tried to convince herself that she was going to be able to wait; if she could just hold on a bit longer she would get to a loo.... If... How on earth was she going to be able to walk far when she was absolutely desperate, frantic, almost on the brink of wetting herself? What on earth was she going to do if she couldn't manage to wait? She tried to summon up some more strength, and absolutely clenched her insides shut, gritting her teeth and telling herself that it was unthinkable to wet herself. By making some superhuman effort, she did not know how she managed it, but she staggered on. She somehow managed to walk another 100 yards before the need to wee became too much to bear any longer. She felt herself giving way, and almost as a reflex action, with a sob of despair, she was forced to grab at her crutch to control herself. That stopped her peeing, but drew attention to her plight. Quickly she pulled her hand away, she hoped, before anyone could see what she was doing. A woman of her age didn't walk about holding her crutch like a desperate child; she had to be capable of waiting until she got to a loo. But she really had reached the end of her tether, and no matter how hard she tried to stop it; it felt as if some pee was so close to leaking out into her knickers and jeans. Her jeans were tight between her legs, so if she did wet her knickers it would definitely show on her jeans. With a sob of despair and desperation, she tried with all her strength to stop herself, but she had gone past the point of no return, and she couldn't wait. She could feel a that little dribble of pee was leaking out down the inside of her legs. Poor Lindsay was horrified that she was wetting her knickers in public, and she had to stop herself. Somehow, she did not know, or care how she stopped it, she had to get control of herself again, and the only way she knew was to hold herself between the legs. Lindsay was almost in tears with the shame of what she was doing. Her pee felt as if it had escaped from her bladder, had reached the little opening between her legs and was going to soak into her jeans for everyone to see that she was wetting herself. She was clenching her bladder shut with all her strength, but it was not enough to contain her pee. The only possible way she could wait now, the only way to avoid the disgrace of a public jeans wetting was to press both hands between her legs. For a moment's panic she could only think of one thing: if she pressed hard enough surely she must be able to stop any pee leaking out. Poor Lindsay was mortified to have to behave in such a way, but the thought that she was on the brink of pissing herself forced her to take drastic action. She simply had to make herself wait! She could not pee in her jeans- she had to hold it! And how! She had never tried so hard to control her bladder, and had never wanted to pee so urgently in he life. Never since she had been a young girl had she been in the situation where she could not stop herself wetting her knickers, and she was pressing so hard between her legs it did not seem possible that any pee could leak out. But it was, or it felt as if it was about to leak out, and nothing she could do could stop her pee. She pressed with all her strength with both hands between her legs, thinking, or rather, hoping, she was pressing so hard it had to be impossible for anything to leak out. But the pressure in her bladder was enormous, worse than she had ever imagined possible and almost beyond her ability to contain. Belinda looked at her, "Lyndsay love, are you ok?" There was no time for acting anymore, she had to admit her need, "I erm, I need the little girls room" she stammered, like a bursting schoolgirl hoping someone would carry her to the toilet. "Oh is that all" said Belinda, "Don't worry hun, its literally just round this corner, we'll be running to the loo as soon as we arrive, we all need it babe", as they turned the corner though, Lyndsay almost burst into tears, There was an open carpark. No pub, no shop, no houses, and definitely no toilets. What was worse, was she could see the queue of people waiting to get into the ground, the line must have been about 70 people long. "Please" she stammered, "is there a toilet out here somewhere?". Belinda was either totally stupid, or just not grasping the gravity of the situation. "Oh no dear, don't be silly. Its horrible isn't it, I'm bursting too, just cross your legs a bit, the queue looks bad, but we'll be in the loos in about 10 minutes". This was, she thought afterwards, the worst moment in her life. She was frantic, absolutely frantic to pee, wanting to go so badly that it seemed as if nothing she could do could hold it back. This was a nightmare situation that she had never imagined would happen to her. She wanted to pee so badly she could not wait, but was going to pee in her pants! Wetting herself in public! She was a grown woman of 21, and grown women did not do things like that. They made themselves wait. She must! She had to make herself wait... and behave properly too. Women of her age did not hold between their legs like little girls wanting to go wee-wee. She tried to get herself under control by twisting her legs a tightly as she could and then, pulling her jeans up so they were pressing hard between her legs. That was almost as good as holding herself, in fact better because she was not actually holding her crutch, so she might not look such a fool. By making such an effort to wait, she did actually manage to stop the flood of pee that had been heading for her knickers. Pressing with all her strength between her legs had stopped the pee right on the brink, just before it came spurting out into her knickers and down her legs. She was twisting her legs together so tightly she could hardly think of it as something so simple as crossing her legs; no, she had to plait them, tie them in a knot, do something to help herself wait, all she could think about was to hold in the unbearable need to pee that was dominating her world. Her body was screaming at her to pee, to ease the unbearable pressure in her bladder before it exploded and she died of a burst bladder. At that moment Lindsay felt as if she had almost completely lost control of her bladder, and pee was almost leaking down her legs, but she had, had to fight it, fight to get herself under control. In absolute desperation, trying everything to hold back the seemingly irresistible need to pee, she twisted her legs so tightly she could not stand up, but went into a half crouch as she tried to twist her legs tighter together and press so hard between her legs that no pee could ever leak out. Nobody anywhere could have been in any doubt that she was absolutely desperately in need of a wee, and both Tracy and Belinda stared in horror as she contorted herself in an agony of absolute desperation. She started to cry, as her body started to shake. The pain was so intense, like nothing she'd ever felt before. This was the awful moment when Lindsay realised that she was not going to be able to contain herself any longer and that she was going to pee. "Oh God, NO!" she sobbed in despair as she felt her bladder spasm and try to force some pee out to ease the unbearable pressure. Lindsay simply could not press any harder between her legs; she was using both hands to hold herself and to try to contain the frantic need to pee that she had been fighting. Twisting her legs as tightly as she could, trying with all her strength to find some way of holding back the pee that was about to spurt into her knickers, she had to face the awful fact that thee was absolutely no way she was going to be able to hold back her pee until she reached the rugby ground and the loos there. All she could hope for was to be able to hold it for a few more seconds until she could pee anywhere, in the open, behind a bush if only she could find one, but really all she cared about was that she did not pee down her legs, wetting her knickers and jeans. "I'm sorry, I can't help it, I must have a wee, I can't wait any longer," she sobbed in despair as she scanned the area desperately for some cover, there was nothing, it was just an open car park. She ran off towards a parked car, the only thing to offer her any cover, but there was no way she was going to get there, every step she took caused a pang of intense pain, pee was starting to leak from her again. Red faced with the humiliation and the effort she was making to hold her pee, Lindsay was still sobbing, "I'm sorry, I can't wait, please excuse me, I'm desperate, I must go! " She struggled to undo her jeans, which seemed oh so tight, she needed both her hands to get them undone, and the pain was even more intense when she had to let go of crotch. She gasped as she tore them open and started to squat where she was, in full view of everyone. She had hardly managed to drag her knickers down to round her knees and start to crouch down when he bladder completely gave way and a torrent of pee poured out of her. Seeing the men were staring at her in amazement Lindsay burst into tears with the shame of what she was doing and could only cry "please don't look, I'm so sorry, I couldn't wait any longer." Then Belinda and Tracy overcame their surprise at her actions and moved to stand between Lindsay and the watching men, who turned away and pretended they had not been looking. Lindsay had never felt so ashamed in her life and she tried to crouch lower as if to hide herself. She had never squatted in public, even as a child, she was raised that girls just didn't do that. they waited as long as was necessary. A steady stream of wee was pouring out of her tortured body as her distended bladder emptied at last. She had been so desperate and so full of pee that she felt she would pee forever, despite her shame at going in such public a place. Even though she was trying to force her pee out as fast as she could, it seemed to Lindsay that she was crouching down, knickers round her knees, peeing for ever, and she gasped out loud. "Oh, I'm sorry, Never have I wanted to pee so badly, I don't know where it's all coming from" As soon as she was back under control she clenched herself closed and stood up "my poor bladder was absolutely bursting.' she cried Seeing how distressed Lindsay was a being forced to pee in the open, Belinda and Tracy were all sympathy as she pulled her knickers up and did up her jeans and let out a heartfelt sigh of "Oh! That's better." Still embarrassed, Lindsay tried to apologise to the men who were making a studious attempt to pretend they were not interested in her antics, but her red-faced mumblings only made the situation worse for all of them, and nobody was sorry when they reached he rugby ground. Lindsay took some comfort in finding that the ground entrance was further away than she had imagined and that she would never have possibly managed to hold her pee until she joined the queue, let alone reached a ladies' in there, although she still needed to go, and she could feel her bladder quickly refilling the space she had made in it. The queue to get in was agonisingly slow, and actually took over 15 minutes, by which point Lyndsay really, desperately needed to go again. She couldn't believe how fast her bladder as refilling. Once they were in the stadium, the other girls were heading straight for the loos, Tracy admitting that she was going to burst if she didn't pee soon. There was another queue in the Ladies' and Lindsay realised that even if by some superhuman effort she had actually managed to hold out until she was on the grounds, she would never have survived the agony of having to wait in that queue. The crowd in the loo just grew and grew, and she was bursting again when it was her turn, she surprised herself with the volume of pee she produced despite the enormous amount that she had already done in the carpark. To her intense shame she noted that her knickers were wet between her legs; either she had leaked in the last panic or was sweating from the effort of holding so much pee for so long. There were cans of beer to drink while watching the game, so, by half-time she was in such need of another wee, despite having her legs twisted together for much of the game, that she was almost wetting her knickers again. The steps in the grand-stand and the queue for the ladies' were too much for her over-worked bladder, and she had to hold between he legs as she walked to the ladies'. She had drunk far more than she was used to, and she was feeling quite drunk and totally unable to summon up the will-power needed to control her bladder, which had been hurting all the game she had been wanting to go so badly. She was horrified to feel the wetness in her knickers and on her jeans between her legs, but nothing showed and she did not have the disgrace of everyone seeing that she had wet herself a bit during the match, as well as having to pee by the path on the way to the grounds. Her humiliation at not being able to wait was made worse by overhearing Tracy and Belinda talking in the pub after the game; Tracy was saying, "I could not believe she was just squatting down and having a pee. She was showing everything and she didn't seem to care. I could never do that; I would have made myself wait somehow. I would rather die than have to pee with all the men seeing me like that, with my pants round my knees." "You're telling me, She must have a weak bladder or something," replied Belinda, "I know we had a lot to drink, we always do on rugby days; but that was no reason for behaving like that, I'm always 'breaking my neck' when we walk that way to the ground, but I have to wait, and so do you." "Oh god Belinda, I tell you what though, I nearly died having to watch her pee like that, when all I wanted was to let it go like she was. Talk about bursting! I was in agony, nearly pissing myself, watching her. It was a real tummy-buster in the queue for the ground, If the queue in the Ladies' had been much longer, I think I would have had to pee in a sink, I was seriously considering it." Hearing this, ad realising that she had not been the only lady bursting for a pee, and that the other two had suffered like her before and always managed to wait, only added to Lindsay's humiliation at having to pee in the open. Lindsay never went to any other rugby match again, despite being asked several times. She was scared that she would need to pee so badly again and ashamed to face Belinda and Tracy and not be able to wait again.
  3. [Time to do something different] While Jiraiya & Naruto have been training since the left the Leaf Village, 5th Hokage Tsunade decided to take upon herself to train Sakura Haruno so that she can also be on par (or close) to Naruto & Sasuke's strength/skills...... At the Training Fields Tsunade: So Sakura are you sure you're ready for this? Sakura: Yes, Lady Hokage! No matter how much your training can be intense I want to be a great Kunoichi Tsunade: Very well then, let's start with something basic but 'hard' in a way... Sakura: And that is?.... Tsunade: Run on Water for 2 Hours! With this it might increase your speed. Sakura: Alrighty then I'll do it *Sakura starts running around the water* Tsunade: (Hmm... Sakura will become a great Kunoichi in the future maybe she might reach to my level---Hm!? Damn it I need to piss) *Tsunade see's how Sakura is doing on her first session in training* Tsunade: (I can't go anywhere right now I need to study her movements to see if she can handle my training but...) *Tsunade slowly moves her hand to touch her Groin Area* (Ugh... maybe it was a bad idea to drink 2 Sake and then drinking 2 Hot Teas in the morning) Sakura: *breathing* (Lady Tsunade seems distracted for some reason) *breathing* (No matter I must keep going to prove I can handle her training) 1 Hour Later Tsunade *at her limit*: (Ugh... dammit... I... need... to...) *See's Sakura's feet splashing the water* (I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!) Sakura: *breathing harshly* (Man I should catch a break but I must keep... huh!?) *breathing harshly & see what's Tsunade is doing* Tsunade: *pulls down her leggings/pants quickly & harshly but doesn't bother taking off her panties then sits on grass* Ooohhhh....hmmmm....hhhaaaa *her panties get so wet they get soaked up & a huge yellow stream splashes out that it makes a Steam n' Hissing sound* Sakura: *Shocked of embarrassment & looses her balance* Ah Crud! *splashes in water* Tsunade: *sighs in relief & enjoyment* Oh yes that feels so... so good...mmm... *chuckles seductively in a way* Oh my gosh I think I made Sakura lose her concentration A Moment Later Tsunade: Sorry about that Sakura *laughs nervously* let's call it a day & try again tomorrow. This time I won't drink Sake in the morning. Sakura: *sigh's in disappointment* Aye Lady Hokage [Let me know in the comments below of what you people honestly think, if you liked it check out my previous Fan-Fics if you haven't read them]
  4. Part 1 Lily was a bit overweight as a thirty-something mom, but still very attractive. Most people (especially the men and male students of the high school she was chaperoning at) thought she was still in college because man, those big round high breasts, hips, and long chocolate brown hair, she was hot! That day she wore a tight pinkish too and a black miniskirt and heels. She had been called at the last minute that morning by her sister whose son’s high school needed chaperones due to so many teachers being out with covid and the school spirit assembly going on today. Lily, a bachelorette, was awakened by Judith who shook her in bed. “Come on! Terry at school, and I have to be in court today, so someone has to fill in for me.” Lily rolled over on her comfortable mattress. “I was drinking a lot of wine last night when I was out with the gals.” “You are always out with the gals. But I need you. I never asked you to babysit, or give up any nights all these years, can’t you do this for me?” “Ok, fine,” Lily grunted. She got out of bed , rubbed some deodorant on, took some mouth wash, and slipped into her pink top and skirt. Judith’s eyes popped out of her head when she saw her. “I’m not changing into some granny clothes, ok? This is who I am. Take it or leave it.” Especially since singles dads might be attending as chaperones as well. Maybe Lily would have a hot date . “Whatever. Let’s go.” “I just have to-“ But Judith pulled Lily by her arm and out of the house, tossing her in the car. Lily, as Judith started the ignition and pulled into the road, dug both her hands deep in her crotch and squeezed her legs together as a massive pressure expanded in her abdomen. “I was gonna say I have to pee first!” “You can go at the school. Just put you belt on and put on some of my makeup.” Lily squirmed in her seat as she tried to remove her hands and put on her seatbelt. But letting go made it feel like a river would spill out of her. “Yeah,” she grunted. “I don’t think the seatbelt is gonna happen. I’ve got enough pressure on my-“ Judith reached over and stretched the seatbelt over her. She clicked it, and tightened in around Lily’s abdomen which caused such a huge amount of pressure Lily’s eyes and tongue popped out of her face for a second. “My gosh!” She said bouncing in her seat. Her legs shaking and moving back snd forth. “You’re gonna make me spill like a fucking waterfall in my pants. I could’ve peed myself just now. How long it take to get to the school anyways.” “About half hour from here.” “HALF HOUR?!” To be continued
  5. This incident happened nearly two years ago - one of the most amazing experiences I had ever came to watching an experience up-close. Brace yourself, for this is a long story. My best friend is a pretty attractive guy. He’s rather tall, standing at a towering 185cm, and of average build - closer to a skinny one. His personality is close to your typical soft shy-boy from a Korean drama. I would admit that I had a slight crush, or rather, attraction towards him at that time and it had only amplified after this incident. We had been out studying together for a few hours at a small café pretty far away from the city and he ordered a few coffees to keep himself hydrated and focused, while I was not allowed to drink any due to health concerns. Well, I’m sure you can guess where this is going - five hours with five cups of coffee, and caffeine has an insane diuretic effect for him. He started to show initial signs of needing the toilet two hours in, but I guess he had assumed that he could wait. After five hours, I could tell that it had really gotten to him. He couldn’t stay still, face insanely red, hands shaking, legs crossed tightly, and sweating crazily. He was obviously close to his limit. “Hey, do you need to go to the washroom or something?” I asked him. He nodded and approached the staff to ask for a restroom. However, after a few minutes, he came back dejected and with tears almost welling in his eyes. “What’s the matter? Why didn’t you go?” I asked. “The customer’s restroom is broken and we’re not allowed to use the staff’s - it’s for hygiene.” he mumbled, tears clearly on the brink of falling from his eyes. I then suggested that we leave and find a nearby restroom. After asking for directions from the staff, who did not know of the directions to the nearest restroom, my best friend gave up and suggested going to the city to relieve himself, since it was only 15 minutes or so away. He was really certain that he’d make it. I suppose at this point in time, I should add in a little bit of context. He was a really shy guy and would never, ever show any kind of need for something as private - as personal as needing to use the washroom. This meant that his need, at this moment, was literally insane to show it this openly to me. We quickly packed up our things and thanked the staff, and walked quickly towards the nearby bus-stop. On the way there, he was so, so desperate that he had to stop a few times to bend down, hands on his thighs and squeeze his legs together. ”Hey, you’re going to make it, okay?” I reassured him, although deep down I knew a part of me, though evil, wanted to say, please don’t make it. He could hardly look me in the eye, but once we made eye contact, it felt like he had gained the strength to carry on. We eventually reached the bus-stop where he immediately sat down and he buried his face in his hands. ”God, Ariae. I’m so sorry you have to see me like this - I really didn’t know their washrooms were closed. I’m sorry for ruining the day.” My heart melted instantly. He was so pure and apologetic for such a human need and I almost cursed myself for silently hoping that he would not have made it. I reached out for his arm to assure him that it was all okay, noticing how cold and shaken he was. Five minutes passed. Ten minutes passed. We had waited in silence for the bus who was scheduled to come by every twenty minutes due to how remote it was - it seemed that we were unlucky enough to miss the previous bus. “How much do you need to go?” I couldn’t resist myself asking. ”I’m.. I don’t know, Ariae. I’ve never been this urgent in my life. I don’t know why I didn’t decide to go sooner. I don’t even think I can hold on until the bus comes.” I wrapped my arms around his cold body and reassured him that the bus would come anytime soon. Sure enough, as miracles do, a bus came by just two minutes after that. Though happy for my friend, I was silently disappointed. He struggled to even get up, knees tight together as he tried to act as normal as he could while entering the bus, though it was obvious everyone had their eyes on him. His face turned redder than I’d ever seen him. It seemed that lady luck was not on our side as the bus was insanely crowded - having the time been just past 6.30pm where everyone was on the way home after a long day of work. The bus was both crowded and seatless, leaving my poor friend standing and legs tightly crossed. I was sure that everyone on the bus, hoping for something exciting to happen that they could tell their family about as they went home, was secretly wishing to see him wet himself. The bumpy ride home seemed to take hours. I linked my arms with his to make sure he stayed balanced as his other hand was on his thighs, itching to just grab his crotch and hold it better. Almost ten minutes had passed, he was shaking so hard that I almost wanted to hug him. At long, long, long last, we had finally reached the nearest bus-stop to our house. ”That.. was not fifteen minutes.” I muttered, trying to make a quick joke to cheer him up. ”Ariae... god, I really, really have to pee. I don’t think I can hold it anymore. I’m about to wet myself.” I glanced over at him. For someone as shy as him, finally gaining the courage to grab onto his crotch meant that he was quite literally minutes away from completely losing it all. My heart wrenched at the sight of him. ”Come on, my house is just a short walk away. You’ll make it, okay?” “Mm.” he mumbled in reply. Every two seconds, he had to stop to grab himself tightly before continuing. After four minutes of agony, I heard a soft gasp. ”Oh my god.” a small wet spot appeared on his light-blue jeans and appeared to grow bigger for a few seconds. ”Oh my god. I can’t hold it anymore, I have to pee, right now.” he gasped. “No, no. Just a few steps away. You can make it.” I made a last-ditch attempt to reassure him. He then hobbled the last two minutes before finally stopping at the lobby and his wet patch grew even bigger. The glistening wet patch shone brightly in the sunset as those passing by glanced. ”I have to go now, Ariae.” The lift seemed to take a billion years to reach our floor, and his ever-growing wet patch seemed to get bigger slowly and slowly by the second. At long, long, last, we had made it inside the elevator when I heard a gasp. ”Ariae. I’m sorry. I can’t hold it anymore. I’m peeing myself.” I watched as my best friend losing control, grab his crotch tightly, desperately, knees buckled, trying to save himself from humiliation while fresh, golden urine poured out of his hands and his jeans onto the floor rapidly, glistening under the light of the elevator. Complete silence throughout the elevator - except the soft whispering repeating “please stop”, the soft hissing of his urine pouring out of his penis and the loud splash on the elevator floor. Even as we had reached my floor, he hasn’t stopped wetting himself until minutes after when the trickle had finally died down, but not the ones pouring from his eyes. “Hey, it’s okay. Accidents happen. Let’s get you changed and we can take a much-needed nap.” I reassured him, smoothing through his disheveled hair and wiping the tears off his beautiful face. Since that incident, I had never seen him drink even a single cup of coffee anymore.
  6. Guys I posted a pic of myself and I want to delete it, I don't know how and I'm freaking out!!!! There's no option to delete it!!!
  7. As my area has entered the outdoor peeing season, I'm wondering whether others were raised to not pee outdoors, to pee outdoors whenever feeling the need outdoors or to only pee outdoors to avoid pants wetting? Growing up in a neighborhood offering wood lots, wooded parks, wading beaches and factory raw materials to hide pees, all the boys and girls peed outdoors. As far as I know we all stared peeing outdoors because our parents instructed us to. I replied to a similar subject in November and December. But I wish to reopen a question about this. Did your childhood include a neighborhood in which you could pee out of sight when outdoors? Did your parents or guardian have strong opinions about proper places to pee? Did your parents or guardian instruct you to pee outdoors? Or were you instructed to always use an "official" water closet? If not instructed to pee outdoors, did you pick up the habit from friends? Do you have positive, negative or no particular feelings about peeing outdoors? For me: Instructed by parents to pee outdoors providing I could find a hidden place. Okay to tell other kids was going for a hidden pee. My parents have strong opinions about proper places to pee. But the main was to be hidden when I peed - so strong I still get pee shy around strangers. I like peeing outdoors. But it's not a strong preference.
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    I made a rollerblade clip for my store, but I had to prepare the rollerblades first. I needed to pee so badly already, that I did not know if I could finish my preparations before I had to let it go. So just in case, I filmed my preparations. In the end I held it in and I won't use this clip in my store, so I wanted to make it available to people who like to see real desperation here. This is only available here on omorashi.org. If you see it anywhere else, someone uploaded it [you]without[/you] my permission.
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  9. After the Awakening & Activation of Android 21, another of Dr. Gero's creations, has come up with a plan to chow down on Strong Fighters to increase her powers & satisfy her hunger but before going into plan she had to care of an urgent business first... Android 21: Wow can't believe waking up in 10 years has build up this big bladder, eh no matter I think I can still hold it--- Nope it's urgent alright. (C21's Evil Half Mind): Oh your a strong android don't let your bladder slow you down we have important business to take care of than this... Android 21: But I can't move how can I attempt to work if I am in this situation? (C21's Evil Half Mind): Ah please just don't think about it at all it's that simple. Android 21: If you think it's that easy then why won't you take control huh!? (C21's Evil Half Mind): Fine then I will... [Switches to her True Form] Majin Evil C21: Ah see calm as a---What the!? *grabs her bladder in pain* (C21's Good Half Mind): Told yea! Majin Evil C21: No matter I know how to take care of this *puts her hand in her pants & plays with herself* Majin Evil C21: Oh yes now this is the right way to pee I'm already getting wet but my urine hasn't squirted out yet, *continues to moan in excitement* (C21's Good Half Mind): How improper! Majin Evil C21: Ah shut it, you love it. Mmm, hmm, ah, ah, I'm about--- I'm about to pee, yes, more, more. *Insanely Screams in Excitement* *Pee Splashs & Hisses throughout her white pants* Majin Evil C21: *Continues to Play with herself while her Pee still hisses out* Oh my god this feels great, so moist, so wet, such orga--- (C21's Good Half Mind): Don't you dare finish that sentence! Majin Evil C21: I was gonna say "Organism" *giggles* *still wetting herself by her drench urine* (C21's Good Half Mind): Yeah right [C21's peeing sensation has been emptied] Majin Evil C21: Now I'll let both our minds take over... (Majin) Android 21: Oh crap what a mess I made well first I'll get everything cleaned then head off to New Namek. (Majin) Android 21: But before heading to New Namek I must activate Android 16 Model 2.0 & install his old memories. (Majin) Android 21: Then everything will be according to plan. [This sets at the very beginning of the Android 21 Perspective Arc]
  10. File Name: Desperately putting on rollerblades File Submitter: Sinna (2pee4you) File Submitted: 10 Apr 2013 File Category: Home Made Videos Clothing: Swimsuit I made a rollerblade clip for my store, but I had to prepare the rollerblades first. I needed to pee so badly already, that I did not know if I could finish my preparations before I had to let it go. So just in case, I filmed my preparations. In the end I held it in and I won't use this clip in my store, so I wanted to make it available to people who like to see real desperation here. This is only available here on omorashi.org. If you see it anywhere else, someone uploaded it [you]without[/you] my permission. Click here to download this file
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