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  1. Hey i was wondering if anyone had the lovewetting video "out of gas" with licky lex. Ive attached a screenshot
  2. View File OHOJHI-82 - JAV Bladder Bulge Display This was requested in the Video Links & Uploads section. I saw this on jade-net-home and couldn't cough up the money fast enough, lol. This one is right on-topic for me. It features a series of young ladies standing in a room holding it. The difference with this one is that it focuses on bulging bladders. The girls display their bladders for a significant portion of each scene. They also measure their wastes. Nice movie. Submitter BudTX Submitted 04/25/2017 Category Female Wetting  
  3. Whilst i'm scrolling through my tumblr i come across some little short vids that people have posted which I love so i thought i would share them here. I will update this thread when i find new ones instead of making new topics. #1 - Short vid of a girl peeing in her panties and on the bed. PantyPee.mp4 #2 Wetting white panties in the bath whitepanty.mp4
  4. I made this thread mostly for just regular omorashi artwork of mine. So suffice it to say, this thread is now my art dump. Edit regarding requests: I am willing to do nearly any female desperation, peeing or wetting. Leave a post on what character you want and what you want them doing. Maybes: Diapers, male omorashi, and comics. I am personally not into diapers, even though I've done the odd request here and there. I may yet do them, but I might not decide to for a long while. And for comics, they just take too much time and effort to do. No-nos: Messing, sex, guro/gore, and other such things. And with that, here we go. I was in the mood for a little bit of LoZ this time. And this one was inspired by one of antifairy's fanfictions.
  5. 'That'll be twelve-fifteen, would you like a carrier bag?' The man shakes his head and hands be the cash, a ten and a five. I hit the button on the till and put in the notes, pull out the change, and hand it over 'Thank you, have a nice day' I smile at him. He's already walking away as I say it. It's no fun sat behind this till. I've only been here an hour and I'm bored out my mind. The chair's uncomfortable, the work is menial, and it smells like someone's spilt milk about a week ago and no-one's cleaned it up. But still, college won't pay for itself, so here I am, wasting my weekends away telling people about the special offer on any 'Diego' brand products. Buy one, get a free frying pan, *woohoo*. It isn't even a good frying pan - It's some soft, cheap metal that scratches is if you look at it too harshly. Still have to try and hand them out. I sigh and lean back in my chair. I lift up my hand and glance at my watch. 6:15 AM. Sunday morning. I hate mornings. Who in their right mind is up before ten? Mad people, that's who. At least with a morning shift I get to go home at 1. Maybe then I could make up for lost sleep. Leaning back, I puff out my cheeks and spin around on the chair. I'm the only one in at this time. Well, the manager's in, but she's always in. I don't think I've ever come in to this place and not seen her doing something. I'm not sure she even sleeps. Here she comes now, walking down the food aisle like she's got something to do 'Morning Katie' she sings to me cheerfully. Something must be up, she's not usually this happy 'Morning, Margret' I reply. 'Come now, liven up!' she trills. 'Big day today! It's our two-for-one offer on all Cola, so be ready for a busy day of work' 'It's sunday' I remind her. Her face drops and her mood darkens 'Look here Katie, If you don- *Ahem*' She clears her throat, takes in a breath and restores her cheery attitude 'Oh, Katie!' she sings. 'We must always be ready for anything, here at LowCost!' I've never seen her do this before. 'Are we being inspected?' I ask drily She looks around quickly. No one here, of course. She turns back to me 'Yes. As it happens, we are.' she snarls. 'And you better make us look good so we can be the branch they film the next advert in, they're auditioning today, and if you ruin things with your 'couldn't-care-less' attitude, I'll-' 'Margret Ginger to the office pleeeaase, that's Margret Ginger to the main office pleeeeaaaaase' Margret glares at me, cut off by the overhead speaker. 'Best. Behaviour.' She hisses, before she brushes herself off, and skips daintily away like butter wouldn't melt. Well, it wouldn't if someone fixed the dairy-fridge. So today is the day the adverts are filmed. They'll film ads in a bunch of branches, and then air the best ones. This branch hasn't been in the advert for so long as I can remember, but Margret, with her delusions of grandeur, insists that we win it this time, and in her effort to win, she's hand-picked the staff that will be in today based on how attractive they are. Honestly I'd be a little flattered if most of the other staff here didn't look like they'd come from a middle-school portrait club. If it were any other store I probably wouldn't be in for this sort of thing, I'm not exactly a model or anything. Don't get me wrong though, I'm not ugly or anything. I'm just unkempt. I've got blonde hair that reaches to my shoulders. Wavy and messy because brushing is something for people that don't have an essay due in every other day to do. Permanent bags under my blue eyes because sleep is for people who aren't three weeks behind on that one history paper. Un-ironed white shirt (I don't even know if I've got an ironing board), creased grey skirt that ends halfway up my thighs. I don't think I own a pair of tights that aren't laddered somewhere, and today's pair have a hole about 6 inches long up my inner-left thigh. Cheap white trainers. And a neat red tie and a name badge complete my ensemble. I don't think a day's gone by without Margret having a go at me for some part of my uniform. Today she gave me a hairbrush before we begun, so my hair is particularly neat (It doesn't stick out quite so much as usual) While I'm sat here killing time, might as well tell you about myself. I'm 5 foot something, fairly light for my age, and I'm studying modern history at university. I'm living in the university dorm (one bedroom, one bathroom and a communal kitchen for about 9 others). I'm single, I enjoy long walks on short piers, I don't like mornings, I don't like Margret, I don't like working at this sh- Oh hang on, another customer. The man dumps his shopping on the belt which brings it toward me. Just the usual groceries, milk, eggs, some sausages, and two bottles of cola. I swipe them over the scanner and put them to one side 'That's eight fifty' I tell him, trying to hold back a yawn. Would you like a bag?' 'Please' I pull a bag from under the desk and hand it to him. He puts he stuff in, struggling with the sodas. Noticing how the liquid slops about though, it makes me think I ought to use the toilet soon. I can't go yet though, Margret might punch me if I left the tills empty. Even if the shop is empty. We've probably had most of our customers already. As the man walks out, receipt falling out of his bag as a breeze catches it, I can't help but think that I should have bought some of my coursework with me. Might take my mind off the boredom and my slowly filling bladder. Really starting to regret pulling an all-night study session, I feel like death, and I've put nothing into my body but coffee for the past twelve hours. It hasn't woke me up though - I feel like I'm vibrating but at the same time about to fall asleep. I'm sure that's not healthy. I yawn and lean back again, kicking my shoes off under the desk. I know the shoes are part of the uniform, but it's not like anyone can see them. And even if they could, the 'no shirt no shoes' rule only applies to customers. I straighten out my body and stretch, arms over my head. 'Yaaawwwh..' I glance at my watch. Six twenty. It's going to be a long day... Two hours later and no-one's come in. I've been sat in this chair, trying not to fall asleep, when I could have been finishing off work, revising, sleeping, anything that wasn't sitting in this damn chair. Still haven't gone to the toilet. Turns out the other two folks who were meant to come in today are both off. So I'm the only one working the tills until the afternoon shift starts. Ugh. I look at my watch again. Still 8:15. I slouch over in my chair and slam into the till, head resting in my folded arms. 'KATE!' Margret screams from the other end of the store. I drag myself up while she thunders over. 'Katie, I swear to-' she stops shouting 'Katie, we're going to win this advertising deal okay? Because, if we do, I get a raise. That means if you make us lose, you're taking money away from me. So tha- *dong* The door's slide open and about six men come in, with cameras, a boom mic, and a clipboard. 'Oh Hello~~!' Margret warbles. 'So good that you're here! We've been expecting you!' Guess this is it. My Television debut. Margret eagerly starts helping the crew bring in their equipment, while some of the men walk around looking at things. One of them heads over to me, I guess my unkempt everything is already ruining Margret's dream of being in an advert He walks over and stares at my breasts, without even a lick of shame. In fact he looks sort of confused, what is he- Oh. He's looking at my name badge, which is upside down. I take it out, turn it around and put it back on. I look up and grin at him. He doesn't respond. I lean back in my chair and sigh again. With this lot here now I have to pretend I want to be here. I sit up, straighten my tie and try to smile. Sod that, they don't even have the camera's set up yet. Dropping my facade and leaning back, I try to ignore everything and just hope that time passes by without me noticing. Not likely though, my bladder is aching enough now that I can't ignore it. It's keeping me aware. Margret doesn't let us use the toilet most days, so today she'll be doing everything she can to have me stuck in this chair and looking my best. It takes the team half an hour to set up, then another half hour to discuss the scripts with us. I don't know why we bother, I look like I've been dragged around, with my torn tights, creased shirt and messy hair. The stylist says I have a sort of 'shabby-chic' look. I say he has a 'I-don't-know-what-I'm-talking-about' look. Me and Margret are given scripts each, with awful cheesy lines like 'Here in the dairy, we have Moo-velous deals on skimmed milk!'. I can't think of too much that I'd rather be doing less, but I'm the only one on the floor today, So I kind of have to. Me and Margret take turns on the till to make sure it's never empty. I think some of the customers have spent more time looking around just to avoid being served by her. Anyway, my shift now, which means I get a fifteen minute break from filming. I was right about customers avoiding Margret. When I sat down about three people came over immediately. All of them bought colas, two-for-one offers really are effective. Cola swilling about in a bottle is also pretty effective and making me realise just how much I need the bathroom. How long has it been since I last went, anyway? Let's think....I was studying last night at around six, had a short break playing Dark Souls until ten, had a coffee, studied until 11, had another Dark Souls break until three, went to the toilet, had a shower, had more coffee, got dressed, proof read my essay on Verdun, had another coffee, got my coat and left at five... That might explain why I feel like a nuke about to go off. I'd better ask Margret if I can go, it's worth a shot... No. A violent no. I thought she would bite my head off. She didn't scream or shout, but when I asked her she gave me a look like a punch to the head. If looks could kill I'd be obliterated. So I have to wait until the next break. Her exact words were 'N-not now Katie (she stammered holding back her anger, I could tell), the film crew won't be here much longer, just sit down and do your job'. She tried to make it sound sweet and friendly in front of the camera crew, but I'm sure they didn't buy her act. No more customers have come in since the last three, which means I'm free to wriggle about behind my desk a little without looking silly. At least so long as the camera doesn't pan over to me. What an advert that would make - the camera pans round, catching all the sales and offers, then poor little me rocking back and forth in the background, red in the face and hands in my crotch. If Margret doesn't let me go soon, I'm sure that's what the ad will be. The tagline could be 'desperate offers!'. or 'Urine luck when you come to LowCost supermarkets!'. 'You won't Pee-lieve our low low prices!' You know, I'm not sure Margret is legally allowed to stop me using the toilet. But I'm also not certain she won't explode if I mention that. I'm not certain I won't explode if I don't go soon though. I'm at that point where I can't think of other things. My bladder is the main thing on my mind, but the time is a close second. I glance around my desk. I've got a half empty water bottle here. Perhaps I could sneak this under the table.... I take in hand and begin moving it down. I glance around just to make sure that-. Oh good. Margrets coming over now, abort mission. I put the bottle back quickly. 'Right, get a shot of me and Katie here' Margret says to them. 'I'll put my hand round her shoulders and say something about how nice the staff all are' I stare pleadingly at the man behind the camera. He doesn't seem to notice. 'I- could I please-' I begin, before Margret jabs me in the forearm 'Shut up and smile with me' She wraps one arm around my shoulder, her touch making me wince, but I force a cheesey grin. Then she notices my hands, pressed between my legs. 'Katie, make it look like you're scanning something' She says, glancing around for something. She picks up a cola bottle, one of the big ones. 'Hold this over the scanner' 'But Margret, I' 'DO IT' she hisses. I hold it up with both hands, forcing a grin while I do. Without my hands my bladder begins to scream. Nothing holding back now but sheer muscle. I'm trying so hard to hold it in, but it hurts so much! Hurry up and film the scene! Come on, I don't have forever! 'Here at LowCost, our staff are friendly and here to help!' Margret sings in my ear, grinning like a Barbie doll. I force my own smile as best I can, while trying to stop a torrent of liquid coming out of me. Holding the bottle doesn't help. I don't think I can go on much longer.... 'No no' the camera man says. 'Katie, darling, you need to smile naturally, you look crazed with that grin' 'Sorry, I just really need to' 'Katie...' Margret cuts in. 'Smile. Nicely.' I try to pull a less forced smile, and they begin filming again. 'Here at LowCost, our staff are friendly and here to help!' I can feel sweat on my forehead as I try to hold back 'Just ask our lovely Katie here!' she grins. The camera zooms on me. I can see my face in one of the screens the men hold, showing what I look like. I'm blushing and grinning like I murdered someone and got away with it, and my forehead looks completely damp. My underwear feels like it might be just as damp soon. 'I, uhh' 'KATIE.' Margret shouts. 'I gave you the lines' she hisses. Read them again. I put the bottle down and grab my crotch with one hand while I take the script in the other. My hand hits just in time - I feel a single drop hit my underwear, cooling quickly. Not enough to show, I hope. I read through the script. 'We'll tell you about our great offers when you reach the till'. 'Okay, scene, 1, 2, - ' I wipe my forehead and pick up the bottle with both hands. I almost lose control as I lift it over the scanner. I can feel pressure mounting. 'Here at LowCost, our staff are friendly, and here to help!' My bladder feels ready to explode. I won't make it.... 'We'll tell y-you about our great offers when you reach the toilet' I say 'Katie.' Margret sighs. 'If you screw this up again...' 'S-sorry'. I mumble. The bottle feels really heavy in my hands now. Three litres of cheap cola, swilling side to side. I need to choose between holding the bottle or wetting my uniform. It's a tough decision, but I'm going to hold the bottle up a little longer. I can feel my bladder getting angry at that decision. I hold it in the air and Margret starts talking again. I can't hear what she's saying anymore, the only thing on my mind is the ocean I'm holding back. All the while I'm grinning for the camera and trying to look natural. '...here to help' Margret finishes. Okay, my line now 'I need a wee' Margret's hand turns into a vice. I can't see her face, but I can feel her glaring at me, her eyes cutting through me like knives. She has a grip like nothing I've felt before. if only my bladder was the same. Margret starts yelling, but I can't focus on what Margret is shouting at me right now, but I can tell she's lost it, the camera man looks quite scared. My bladder is the only thing on my mind right now. I'm still forcing a grin. My bladder is getting closer and closer to breaking point. 'Once more' Margret sighs. I lift the bottle again. 'Here at LowCost, our staff are' *PSSSSHHHHHH* Oh god! I've gone and done it now! I'm wetting myself! I can feel it spraying on my face and - my face? I open my eyes and look at the spray, it's coming from the bottle. It's burst, and cheap cola is spurting everywhere! I toss it over the end of the till, letting it spray cola over the entire till as it flies. It bursts on the floor when it hits. I can't help but feel like it's some sort of warning. Hands free, I clamp them back down on my screaming bladder. Margret looks like she's about to catch fire. The camera crew notice this. 'M-maybe we could film it on the next till down?' If Margret does catch fire, I could probably put her out. She better hurry up though because otherwise it'll be too late. She forces herself to calm down, breathing like an angry bull as she does. 'Yes. That's a good idea. Come on.' The crew head over, and so does Margret. I stand up from my chair. Standing up feels like something is pushing against my bladder from the outside. Still, I have to hold on. I try and get a glance at the back of my skirt, check for any damage. I don't have a giraffe neck however, so I can only guess that I look fine. I run my hands over my ass to be sure. Taking my hands off is a mistake however, and I watch a drip fall from between my legs. I slam my legs together immediately and dash to the next till. I almost throw myself at the chair. Margret hands me a new bottle - one of the new 'supreme' bottles. Five litres of cheap soda. Five litres of agony. 'Hold this' I'm almost scared to touch it, just in case it's very touch will make me burst like a water main. I breath in, brace myself, and lift it. My bladder isn't a fan of this action. I have to hold it over the scanner like I'm scanning it. Which means holding it at an awkward angle at arms length. Usually I'd just drag something like this over the scanner and hope it gets picked up by the barcode-reader, but that doesn't look good on camera. So instead, I put my bladder muscles to the absolute test. It screams at me the second I lift the bottle 'Here at LowCost...' Margret begins I feel a drop escape. '...Our staff are friendly...' Another drop, and another '...And here to help' She finishes. Drip, then drip, then drip. Time for my line through my forced drip - I mean smile. 'We'll tell you...' no just drips now, but a very slow trickle '...about our great offers...' My muscles begin to fail '...when you reach the till!' I can feel a puddle forming 'Great, cut!' the camera man says. I drop the bottle and slam my hands between my legs so hard I almost knock myself over. 'C-c-can I go to the-' 'YES KATIE, GO' Margret yells. I scramble from my chair. As I stand I can see the mess I've left, an orange sized puddle sits on the black leather. At least that's all that I'll lose. I make a dash for the bathroom, as quick as I can, my feet pummelling the floor and then slipping the in soda No! Not now! The camera crew look over to me as I stumble back to my feet, fighting back another wave as I do. I glance over to them - the camera's still rolling! I don't have time to worry though, toilet toilet toilet! Scrambling back up, I make a bolt forward. I find myself back on my face. Wet shoes have betrayed me. I can't fight back tears as everything begins to get to me. It's like the world is trying to make me- Drip! Oh no, I'm really going to lose it now! I scramble up again, and make a charge forward, slipping immediately and landing on my face. Not now! Not now! I have to get up! One leg up, now the other. I pull myself to full height, feeling my bladder lose control slightly as I do. I'm now losing a slow, steady trickle, which begins to run down my leg. I'll have to walk if I don't want to piss myself on all fours like some kid. I go to step forward. As I move my leg my bladder loses control entirely and I lose a spurt. I bring my leg bag and stand still. I can't move. I mustn't move. Because if I move, I'm going to wet myself. I've never wet myself like this. At work, in front of cameras. I mustn't wet myself. My bladder doesn't agree, and another drip falls from me and into my tights. Here are my choices: Wet myself, have an accident, or pee in my tights. I'll let my bladder make that choice. I can feel the others looking at me. I can't see them, but I can feel them. I have to move. I drag my leg forward, not taking it off the other. Even the pressure from that is too much and a dribble escapes and I hear a drip hit the floor. I breath in deeply. I step forward, big stride. My bladder loses control and I spurt through my tights. Next step, same thing happens. I keep marching forward though, and with each step I spurt harshly. It takes me about twenty steps to reach the staff-only door to the toilets. I look at the floor behind me to see what I've done. Tiny puddles follow me up to the door, each one getting bigger and bigger until they reach my feet now. My bladder can't stop the flow now, and a gentle trickle is making its way down my leg and pooling by my feet. I grab the handle to the toilet and pull. It doesn't move. What I pull again, spurting hard as I do. Nothing. I take hold of the door handle and pull on it. Legs apart, hands on the handle, I pull! I pull again! I put all my effort into pulling! And as I do so my bladder gives up. As I yank on the door I begin to pee. I Keep pulling, but my bladder keeps peeing, pushing out a gold stream into my wet tights. I give up. It's not worth it. I lean against the door, tearing up, and I relax my bladder. I just let go. The stream hisses as it comes out, splashing down my legs before hitting the ground and splashing back up my shins. Feet at shoulder width, the stream of piss falls freely down to the floor, splattering loudly. My tights catch and hold all they can, and a warm patch spreads around my ass, thighs, knees and shins, as pee slides down my legs and soaks into my shoes. The white trainers quickly get dyed a pale yellow as they absorb what they can, holding the pee around my soles, toes and ankles. I feel a wave of relief make its way up my back, like no relief I've ever felt before. I can't hold back a moan, as pee streaks down my legs and tears streak down my cheeks. Still leaning on the door, I begin to squat down, until my legs are folded together, and my skirt catches the flood of pee coming from my aching bladder. Pee begins to pool around my ass, before it is filtered through my skirt. At least now it doesn't splash quite so much. I close my eyes as I let my body empty itself into my tights. While I have my accident, I remember why I had a shower at three in the morning...I hadn't made it to the toilet following my 'study break'. It felt strange back then. I felt silly, but also not too bothered, almost more relaxed than if I'd used the toilet. I did have to clean up after it though. Of course back then there wasn't a camera crew or a floor manager... I open my eyes again and look at what I'm doing. A pale yellow puddle surrounds me, steam rising from it. As I finish having my little accident, the store falls silent, and I realise the only sound before had been the dripping of the contents of my bladder. I stand up again, centred in my puddle. I'm almost proud of how large it is, but I'm also almost about to burst into tears. I take in a deep breath I stand outside the puddle, shaking one leg off at a time, flicking a few drips back into it. I wipe my hands on my skirt, leaving palm prints on either side. I let out another sigh, this time of relief. It felt so much better to not be carrying that around with me. I stand up and turn around, ready to head back - The camera crew are stood right behind me. They filmed the whole thing. Margret is with them. What do I do? What can I say? 'Uhh, you w-won't Pee-lieve our low low prices' After mopping up the mess, Margret came up to me and told me not to come in the next day. She hadn't fired me, she just felt bad about making me wet myself like that. Also I think she was worried that I might have filed a lawsuit or something. She also gave me some free stock as an apology, including one of those five litre bottles of cola. And she paid for a taxi to take me home. The driver was a little shocked to see me and my wet tights climb in the back, and Margret was a little shocked when the drive told her she'd have to pay a clean up fee. Still, now back in my dorm I can finally finish some of my essays that are due in tomorrow. I've got changed now, into my comfy pyjamas and that one hoodie I own that's way too big for me, and I'm sat cross legged on my computer chair with a hot cup of tea and my essay on the Great War in front of me. Gotta finish this before tomorrow. I take a sip of coffee while I skim over what I've already wrote. That said, I might take a short Dark Souls break first...
  6. One time I left school and got on the bus and I realized that I was so desperate to wee so my bus ride is 20 minutes and I was bursting by time we left school. Now there's a bumpy road on the way to my house five minutes in and when we went over I spurted in my jeans I crossed my legs tightly my panties wet and then I let out a two second long spurt and stopped myself unwillingly I also had to poo and some came out squishing on my arse I let out a five second long spurt and my panties were soaked with wee and as soon as I got to the bathroom. I saw the toilet and pissed my nickers I was so embarrassed.
  7. So when i was 12-14 I really started to like holding and desperation, but it wasn't that great doing it by myself. I always fantasized about a girl my age who maybe didn't like it at first, but grew to like it eventually. I would try playing holding games with multiple girls hoping that someone would like it. A few times i even "Accidentally" locked me and a girl i was with in the guestroom while my parents were out of the house. I did have a few girls accidentally pee their pants when the couldn't hold it anymore, but none of them ever played another holding game again. I was wondering... Has anyone out there have this problem or experience. Did someone find a girl that liked it? What did you do to get her into it? I know now that i'm older girls are more willing, but I'm talking about when you were younger. I would love to hear all of your experience.
  8. Version 1.0.0

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    This was requested in the Video Links & Uploads section. I saw this on jade-net-home and couldn't cough up the money fast enough, lol. This one is right on-topic for me. It features a series of young ladies standing in a room holding it. The difference with this one is that it focuses on bulging bladders. The girls display their bladders for a significant portion of each scene. They also measure their wastes. Nice movie.

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  9. Hello, this thread (or topic?) is going to be centered around daring other people to do omorashi related stuff. I don't want the dares to be too centered around anything, but as the tags say, please *try* to keep to pee related stuff. I don't think this was an issue in the first place... But peepeedesperate pointed out that there was no regulation to the points system, so a few minor thing that must be done while doing a dare. I would like to introduce you to the points system: Each dare successfully completed: Is initially 5 pts That takes you up to/past the 9/10 rating on this will get you an additional 45 pts That includes a wetting, gets you 70 pts Each dare you tell someone to do gets you 5 pts Each dare someone declines is -10 pts (The amount of points may varry (due to difficulty)) In order to get points, you must take a pic of you doing the dare. If the dare is 30 seconds or more, you must provide a short unedited video/hyperlapse* of you doing the dare (you don't need to provide a picture though.) All proof must be posted with "DONE" (and the type of dare u did) somewhere in the post for my point counting convenience. Additionally, provide a detailed description of the dares (1: additional proof 2: the community enjoys details (though I can't speak for them... So, I enjoy details.) Please feel free to make requests for the types of dares you want, what you want, what u don't want, all the juicy stuff. I encourage you to think outside of the box (ie draw someone peeing, u cant pee until you're done). (If you feel like I am missing something, please tell me! I love feedback). *Hyperlapse apps for Android Windows Mobile I don't have an Apple, but I'm sure there are some for it...
  10. Version 2.3.0

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    Description: And finally I have deigned to post something with an story of my own authory after a couple of years lurking. Here, I present you The Twelve Fanatics (which is the eh-"sequel" of another game I'm working on, called The Twelve Relics which was originally a novel I wrote years ago). Synopsis: In this world, a catastrophe repeats every 7000 years eradicating most human, animal and monster live forms in it; and, as one would expect, the survivors bring the world back to its course in time. During this one cycle, humans were given twelve powerful artifacts known as the Item Regalias, and based on them, twelve nations were founded. After some prosperous years, difficulties arised and I'm not really going to tell you my other game's whole story but these items cause a war between the nations. At first, it's just a cold war, but eventually unchains something bigger. This game takes part after that war ends, after almost 2,000 years, when the nations were starting to work back on communicating between eachother and establishing peaceful terms once again. Nevertheless, there's still people in pro for the war and thirsty for power out there who would do anything to bring the chaos back... Now, eight years after the big war ended, we find ourselves in the shoes of Solveig: an eighteen year old apprentice knight who wants to make her country and her world a better place to live in; but little she knew she was about to get in something bigger than what she could have ever imagined. Playstyle: Pretty much your regular RPG created with RPGVXA using some of Yanfly's engines to make it smoother. Battles are held between turns, as expected, with some explanations required that will be done ingame. [Things to notice: Skill Mastery system and Magic Level system, both will be explained ingame] Enjoy! SPECIAL THANKS TO: AkenoSama (Special collaboration) Sunflower (CG Artist) Harris (Tester & Background) AredApple (CG Artist) Phoenix (CG Artist) Voice Acting Poll: Would you like this game to be partially voiced (only at important dialogue/cutscenes [pee/wetting ones included])? Vote below. http://www.easypolls.net/poll.html?p=57a91a66e4b06f1075e1cb49 Closing at 250 votes. Main Discussion Thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/32616-rpg-maker-peedesperation-game-the-twelve-fanatics/ Lily's Exam Correct Answers: Probably this didn't go as expected. Kinda wanted to mess with your brains a little by doing this "puzzle" mathematically challenging... but I know that most of these topics aren't seen in a regular college program, so if anyone wants to know the correct answers, here they are: C: 80; E:65 360; 896 12x^3 - 4x 1/2lnx + C 280~ O 15/8 (x^-1/2)cosx dw + (2cosx/sinx)wdx = 0 y = C1x^-1/2sinx + C2x^-1/2cosx SIDE NOTE: There are five scenes to get in here. The range for them is as follows: 0~1 Right Answers 2~3 Right Answers 4~5 Right Answers 6~8 Right Answers Perfect Score ... ANNOUNCEMENT (Post Update 04/14/2017): We're still looking out for new artists who would like to join the project. If anyone is interested, please send me a private message!

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  11. Hey guys. After seeing some youtube channels with videos of desperate girls from live TV chat shows in the General Discussions forum, I went through all these vids and uncovered some real gems, where desperation is really obvious. I have thus downloaded these vids and will gradually post the really good ones on this thread. Hopefully, if anyone else has similar kinds of videos, they can post them here as well. (Note to moderators: I was unsure whether posting this stuff is banned or not. I've read the rules and there doesn't appear to be anything banning the posting of such vids. In fact, almost all these vids are publicly available on youtube, and since they're take from live TV stations, the girls do know that they are being filmed. However, should you really wish me to stop posting them, just inform me). The first video is from hot blonde Mikki B from red light central. You can see her obvious desperation - she holds herself, crouches on the floor, leg bouncing, and any person with no experience of lip-reading (myself included) can tell that she is pleading to be let off screen. (Note: this video originally came in two parts....I have merged them together for convenience). Enjoy RLC1 to09 10 2014 827 flv 010(1)(1).mp4
  12. Today I’m engaging in an exhilarating, wet weekend day, thanks to dares from @MaggieZStar, @Rukako and @Brotaku who gave me a few dares to celebrate my reaching 500 posts on Omo.org (dares post over here: https://omorashi.org/topic/36700-500th-post-dares-everyone-welcome/ ) I decided to combine these first few dares into one day, as they slotted together rather nicely. Rules are as follows – I’m not allowed to use the bathroom except at midday and 6pm, any other time I need to go I have to wet myself, then I’ve got to get desperate and leave the house for at least an hour and a half, and I have to walk through the park while desperate and keeping hydrated… Based on those rules I decided to Hold in the morning and Wet in the afternoon, to give it even more variety... Oh, and FYI I’m splitting the day into several posts so I can give a full account, I’ve been writing it up as I go along to make sure I get all the details down… Emerging into consciousness at about 9am, in my sleep deprived state I almost lost the dare from the off – just as I’m relaxing into my morning pee I remembered the rules and had to cut off the stream – only letting the tiniest of spurts escape. Still, it took me a few seconds of curled toes, watery eyes and tingly muscle clenching to settle back down again (but boy do I love that feeling!) I should mention that I stayed in pyjamas most of the morning - light grey thin cotton trousers which REALLY show if I pee in them, and a dark T-shirt. After that I got stuck into some housework, drinking in moderation as I didn’t want to wet myself before noon. Now I very rarely forego my morning ablutions so it was quite the novel experience, and I have to say that desperation seems to really focus my efforts at tidying. I got my bedroom all tidied away in record time, washing hung out (the sound of the machine emptying water from the second load really made me squirm though!) and got the rubbish and recycling out to the big bins. That was when I made the mistake of putting on a pair of trousers to go outside though – the tight belt definitely upped the pressure and I’d been getting increasingly squirmy through each of my chores. By the time I was doing the bins (around 11:30) I must have been at about an 8/10 and couldn’t stand still, my legs were getting a little trembly, but I wanted to push myself more so I decided to stop for a cigarette out the front of the flat. I was lucky that only a few people went by in that time, but I was finding it really hard not to squirm and I’m pretty sure I caught one or two furtive glances in my direction (although I was trying to be nonchalant and ignore them!) With a quarter of an hour to go until I could use the loo, things were gettin' REAL squirrely, and since I’d run out of things I could do in the time without bending down (and was pretty damn sure that doing so would totally break me!), I was left with nothing but my bursting bladder to concentrate on. I tend to get desperate pretty quickly once it starts, so the longer I had to wait the more torturous it became and since I couldn’t stand still I ended up pacing my room trying to distract myself with some music, or reorganising my cupboards, or really just hopping around my room poking at stuff to try and convince myself I was busy! With 5 minutes to go I started to lose it – with little spurts escaping every 10 seconds or so and fighting to regain control – and I was squeezing my legs together and kept having to bend my knees and bounce around to try and stem the flow. I pee-danced my way towards the loo, keeping a close eye on my watch (which incidentally is one of those synchronised to the atomic clock so doesn’t let me get away with even a few seconds leeway!) and finally, just as I thought I’d have to call it quits it beeps to tell me it’s midday and MY GOD I just peed an absolute TORRENT!! I swear the neighbours must have thought I’d installed an indoor water feature or something! But the relief was absolutely divine, physically and mentally I was in ecstasy for about 60 seconds’ worth of mind-numbing emotion and sensation, after which I was totally spent! (I’m sure a lot of you know the feeling! ) I had to spend the next 5 minutes chilling out on the sofa, it was that good! I started writing up my morning’s exploits ready to post, but holding that long had my bladder working overtime so things escalated as I was typing – but I’ll save that for the next post!! Hopefully some of you guys will have enjoyed this, and do let me know if I can improve my style etc, as I don’t often write up my experiences!!
  13. Hi everyone :) This is my first interactive story, so please bear with me. The story does not have a main plot to begin with...It will start with a 21-year old girl waking up in the morning and leading a normal life. Where it goes from there is your decision. I will try and make it as interactive as possible. This story will mainly involve desperation and the occasional wetting. Some sexuality may be involved in the future. Scat and diapers are no-no's. So, I will let you guys choose the girl's name and description: ---------------------- Name: a) Amy b) Becky c) Olivia Description: a) Asian, short and pretty with dark hair. b) Blonde, tall and slim. c) Latin, average height , tanned-skin with wavy brown hair
  14. REPOST from a story I published on Literotica (no sex, all clean...just a mention of a love scene) Her name was Lily. There was a day when she had to use the bathroom and tinkle worse than anyone else ever, and tried very hard to find a proper place to go. The question (and story) is did she make it, or have an accident?Lily awoke that morning and had gotten up out of bed to start her day. She picked up a copy of her Morning To-Do List. It had several things on it which included to brush her teeth, use the toilet, shower, eat breakfast, and make sure her backpack was filled for her college classes that day. She was 21, a college student with big boobs, medium hips and legs, and soft brown hair. She went downstairs to get breakfast and placed her list on the counter. Her brother was there and was about to go grab the last bagel, but Lily saw him coming and grabbed it first. She bit into it and smiled."Sorry dude," Lily said. "You lose."Her brother Brad had a red face from his anger."You'll pay for that!" he said."Yeah, yeah," she laughed.Brad saw her list on the counter. He knew how strict she was about every detail of it and made a change. He crossed off "having breakfast," and "use the toilet." Lily had her eyes on the newspaper on the table.After her shower, Lily saw she just had to make sure she was ready to go to school. The twenty-one-year-old thought to herself, Hmm, I don't remember using the toilet. My bladder still feels like it had a night without taking a pee. However, she realized her list was never wrong, so she did not use the toilet and left in her car.Lily had on tight, short shorts that were black and made for the gym. She wore a muscle top that was pink, with black poke-a-dots, and black flip flops. The sun shined in the summer morning as she drank from her water bottle. She got to school and walked up to the main building. She went to a small college. Her bladder had a hard pinch, it made her knees twitch inward. She felt the urgent need to urinate, and she knew it was at the point of needing to find a bathroom fast."Wow, dang!" Lily said to herself. "I have to PEE! So, bad!" She ran inside and went straight to the women's restroom. Little did she know that inside Professor Patter and the janitor lady from Mexico had locked themselves inside and were making sweet, sweet, foreign love. Lily grabbed the handle and pulled. She pulled again harder, then knocked. "Hey! Can you please hurry up; I NEED to get in there?" No response (voices anyways). Lily walked away as her need became more desperate. Her legs walked towards the center, and her hips went back and forth. A worried expression appeared on her face. She almost lost in when her friend Abby pulled her on the arm out of nowhere."What the?" Lily said.Abby said, "Hey Lily. We have the assembly to get to, so come on.""I really have to find a bathroom first Abby. I don't know what happened, but I might have checked off the wrong spot on my list this morning. I have to go!"Abby said, "Lily, you're twenty-one, a fully-grown woman. You can hold it. Come on!" She pulled Lily towards the auditorium and Lily knew she might be in bigger trouble than she anticipated. Lily sat in the seat the next hour surrounded by others in the auditorium. Her arms were crossed across her stomach. One hand was up to her mouth as she bit her nails. Her body flinched up and down, with her legs spread wide open. "I feel like I'm going to give birth," she mumbled to herself. Her stomach felt like a huge pressure was about to burst out through the skin. She got up and was pulled back down by Abby. She was told to wait until the end. After the assembly, Lily ran out through the doors fast. She sprinted down the hall to the next bathroom. "Damn!" she yelled. A line of desperate girls was stretched out of it. Lily stumbled from foot to foot as if she would fall over. Her eyes filled with water. Just then, she felt the leak from her crotch. She grabbed herself down there and decided she had to leave early. The two ladies room were inaccessible and she had to GO!She went out to her car and saw it being towed. She had parked in front of the hydrant...again. She ran as fast as she could in flip flops, having stopped several times to grab her crotch again and stop the leaking. She got to the town diner and ran inside.She made it to the back where the bathrooms were. Both rooms were one toilet bathrooms. Only one person at a time could use them. Both were occupied. Lily danced up and down with her hands between her legs. She bit her bottom lip. Lily had reached her limit; her bladder was exploding with a lake off urine inside of her. She had not wet her pants since she was two. TWO. Almost twenty years later, she could not let it happen. She would not have an accident. She twisted her legs across each other and was standing on her toes. She crouched down while her hands were on her crotch. Sweat beat off her head. Tears bled from her eyes. Then, it got worse.Joey, her crush from math class who had asked her for coffee yesterday was here. He walked up to her."Lily, hey," Joey said, through his muscular face. "Are you ok?"Lily shook. "I...I...I got...gotta." She had to go so bad she could barely see. But the sound of Joey's sexy Texas voice, made her "more wet" in that area. Her being horny did not help the situation. "J...Joey. Pl...Please..."Joey looked confused. The women's room opened. Excitement went through Lily. But an old lady walked up looking desperate.She begged. "Dear, I'm sorry but may I please go in. I can't wait at my age."Lily was about to reject her as it felt like a bowling ball was coming out of her belly. She could feel the liquid breaking through her floodgate. Lily tried to speak, "I'm sor...sorry. But-.""Of course miss, go ahead," Joey said. The old lady rushed in and shut the door, locked. Lily's jaw dropped. She squealed and could hear the emergency alarm in her bladder. RED ALERT. RED ALERT. Joey asked, "Lily, you-."But then she saw the men's room door open and turned around. There was a person in a black hoodie and clown mask. He roared and made Lily jump. The roar got the attention of the whole diner who looked back and saw the three people. Lily screeched from the shock.Then, Lily screamed, "Oh no..." She grabbed her crotch, but too late. "NO PLEASE! THERE'S STILL TIME! PLEASE NO, NOOOOOO!" Her floodgates opened and pee poured out of her like a waterfall. It streamed down her legs and all over the floor so much, a puddle half an inch deep filled the diner. People laughed, screamed, left, and as it poured Lily ran out crying. She had an accident, and her favorite spot in town found it. The guy in the black hood and mask pulled it off; it was Brad, smiling.The end.
  15. Okay, so first off, I am a massive fan of the text games that I have already played (the two main ones being Melissa Explains It All and A Date With Jenny) and I'm quite disappointed that there aren't many more, so I thought I'd make my own. My motivation to do this has fluctuated, but I have finally made some headway and hope to finish it soon. How soon, I don't know: it could be tomorrow, it could be in several weeks' time. The general concept of this game is similar to the afore-mentioned games (except mine, unfortunately, has significantly less content than those games): you are going on a date with a girl with the intention of getting her desperate. As desperation is the only thing I'm interested in omorashi-wise, I feel the need to apologise if my description of an event such as a wetting is in any way poor and/or underwhelming. I will implement such endings in the game A) Because, even though I'm not interested in them, many of you are, and B) The girl always making it at the end seems like a huge anti-climax. I won't give away any other details about the game, but I would like to encourage people to play the game once I've finished, give feedback, and, by all means, start your own one, whether it's based on mine or not. Hell, if you want to alter an aspect of my game slightly (i.e. rewrite an ending), I'd be more than happy for you to do so. My main reason for doing this game in the first place, after all, was so that there would be more games like this. On a quick side-note, I am posting this in Omorashi General as opposed to Interactive Stories as the latter section seems to only contain stories where the community decides the direction of the storyline via a majority vote, whereas, in my game, every player has total choice of their own path, which is why I've avoided placing my post in that forum. However, the moderators are, of course, the experts, so feel free to move this post as you see fit.
  16. Wow...... i dont know where to begin, a night that started good, then had some issues, but got amazing again in the end. Hope you enjoy! So it started off with my step dad saying he was staying with a friend in the next town over and he wouldnt be back by morning. This made me super excited and i texted my man. Me: Hey, Step dad leaving and not coming back till tomorrow, wanna do a hold tonight together? Babe: Yea! My brother isnt coming home until tomorrow morning, I'd love to. So went and peed before we started skyping, it was gonna be a few hours before we could skype. I picked out some panties to wear for the wetting so i found an old pair from when i was 5. They are blue and have little elephants on them and were super tight against me. i know i have a larger bladder than most people do so i started holding early.. bad idea. We get on skype and we start talking about random things like always and watching some comedy gamers on youtube. We are both laughing and im drinking more and more water. 7:30 hits i have to pee bad. He tells me to go since itll be a few hours anyway and i can refill. So i go then come back and we continue, i start drinking more water. Two hours passi and im squirming like crazy, trying to find a comfortable position, i cant, so i get up and pee again. 10:30 hits and i have been refilling again, and now im crossing my legs and moving constantly. My man is watching the entire time loving it. Everytime we laughed while watching videos i had to pee more. I told him i dont think i can hold it for two more hours. He told me based on how much water im drinking ill refill in no time. So i went and peed again As soon as i got back i felt the urge to go again but instead i refilled again, slower this time. All of a sudden my intense amount of holding that i wasnt used to was taking a toll and i started having gas pain. Its 11:30 and we are preparing at midnight. My man looking concern of how much pain im in since he has never seen this before. "Babe are you ok? This isnt normal, go do something about it, i dont want you in pain". I nodded and went to the bathroom to see if maybe i just had to go the second one, but instead it was begging me to pee. I sat down and peed, but made sure not to empty completely. I felt so much better! As i got back i started refilling again. Soon it was midnight and he prepared his bed for the wetting and got changed in his briefs (which my god he looks hot as hell in!) My bladder was already refilling quickly. The pain came back and was agonizing but i didnt let go. I was gonna pee with my man. He didnt drink as much water as i did and get depserate in time. I was laying on my back fanning my legs, which helped for a bit, then nothing could. I began pressing down on my underwear to keep it all in, getting largge urges to just let it out. He wasnt as depserate as me but said soon he would be with the amount he drank. 10 minutes later nothing. I was near tears desperate which i havent been in years. I asked him if there was any way to speed it up because i just couldnt keep it going much longer. He tried but soon i was at my limit. All i wanted to do was pee, and i was gonna pee now! "Babe i cant, i cant anymore, it hurts so badly, i cant take it anymore the pain is going to my sides i gotta pee!" He looked concerned which was sweet "Ok then lets go now, i dont want you in pain sweetie, just get in position and we'll let go ok?" I nodded. I got into position, i had set up two trashbags under me taped together since they were small. I spread my legs wide and so did he. "You ready baby? Let go?" I nodded "Yeaa i cant hold it" I usually tense up since my body knows it isnt the toilet, but in this case that didnt happen. A wet spot formed quickly on my panties and i laid back and moaned at the top of my lungs. A large wet spot grew under me faster and faster. He began to let go, slowly turning his briefs clear and sitting in his own puddle. I melted and sat in my glorious puddle and was so happy and shocked. "Do you feel better baby? He asked. I moaned in response "Mhmmmm ohhh baby its so warm!" I said with a smile and cupped my puddle and dripped it on my legs and my panties. He was so happy to see me enjoying it and did the same. Now for something i didnt want to find out. I checked one side and felt under the trash bags and felt it was dry. I felt on the other side and my heart dropped..... it was wet...."Babe whats wrong?" I got up as quick as possible and threw off the sheet and looks under the bag..."It didnt work...." i said close to tears. His tone changed "What?! How?! Thats impossible" i told him they were two trashbags taped together and i guess i didnt tape them well. "Ohhhhh baby im so sorry...." It soaked my matress heating pad, which i didnt know how to fix. The matress was fine, and he sighed in relief of that. He asked me if he should clean up because i had to clean mine asap, i told him he could do what he wants since i know he still was filling. We both cleaned up, i was having trouble with things and began screaming in anger and crying softly. He didnt say a word but i knew he was there. I took him into the laundry room where i began to scrub the heating pad. "Baby i know i seem mad but im ok, i promise" he nodded "If you say so sweetie, im just concerned for you" i couldnt help but smile. "Babe im not worried anymore, i cleaned this and the matress is fine, there are no problems no more, i just panicked, and now i dont even regret getting this wet, im still in the mood, the mood isnt ruined, i havent wet my bed in 11 years and it felt amazing, and im so happy i did it with you" He smiled at me and went awww. I cleaned everything, i was butt ass naked and went to reset my bed up. My matress was a little damp but i was able to clean it. He smiled "I got the best view in the world" he said. I smiled. Once the bed was set back up i sat down and looked at him. We both blushed and smiled at each other, my heart was pumping a mile a minute. "Babe it was so worth it, i never felt that good before and im so happy i got to do it with you" He smiled "It was amazing with you too baby" We both sat there lost for words "I want you here, holding you in my arms and kissing you" he said. "I love you" "i love you too baby" I got a tingle between my legs "You wanna have some fun?" We got set up, both naked and went to town. I was moaning louder then ever. "You have no idea how bad i want you baby" i moaned. "I want you sitting right here, as i shove my cock in your pussy, facing me and kissing you" i moaned loudly as he said this. "I cant believe i peed the bed, making a large puddle and wetting my panties" He moaned "You are such a bad girl". "I cant help it baby i couldnt hold it no more, i had to pee, im such a naughty bad girl" "Yes yes you are such a bad girl, wetting your panties like that". I moaned louder "Am i your bad little girl baby?" I ask innocently. "Yes you are MY bad little girl, if you were sitting right here id give you a spank". I moaned louder and rubbed my pussy faster and faster, seeing him stroke his cock faster and harder."Baby i love you so much" i said softy. "I love you too baby" I grabbed another vibrator and rubbed it between my pussy and smiled "I bet you want this to be you dont you? Pushing deep inside of me, feeling how wet and tight my pussy is?" "Mmmmm i wanna push my big cock deep inside of you, it would feel amazing" I gasp and moan louder, pushing the vibrator deep inside of me "Yess baby fill me, i can feel you pushing deep inside of me, the tip is hitting my bladder, i gotta go potty again". He moaned louder and stroked himself faster "I can feel it sweetie, it feels so good! Im never gonna stop" I had to pee again very badly as i rubbed myself "Mmmm baby if i was there, bouncing on your cock, id just let go and pee all over your cock". He groaned in delight "Mmmm such a naughty girl, that would feel so good". I go faster and faster, gasping, pushing it in and out of me faster. "Yea baby thats it faster, pound my pussy faster!" I start moaning louder and louder than ever, almost screaming. "Yessss baby im never gonna stop! Can you feel it? It feels so good!" I felt my orgasm coming closer and closer "Ohhhh baby im getting close, dont stop dont stop im gonna cum!" I gasped and moaned louder, practically screaming "Ohhhhh fuck BABY IM CUMMING, IM GONNA CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK!!!" I gasped as my hips rose. " MMMMM YES BABY IM GONNA CUM DEEP INSIDE OF YOUR PUSSY!" He yelped back at me."CUM BABY CUM DEEP INSIDE ME OHHHHHH!" We both came together hard, moaning and panting loudly. I came so hard that i began to pee on the towel i was on but stopped the flow. I was lost for words after everything that just happened, i wet the bed for the first time in years, and just had the most passionate moment ever with my man, and we got to share it together. I got into my pjs and climbed under the blankets "I wish i was there cuddled with you and we could sleep together" i told him with a yawn. "Me too baby, soon though" he said. "I love you so much.... i never wanna loose you, ill always be your girl" i said as i laid down. He smiled "Im not going anywhere, im all yours forever". (Ik it was long, we did all this from 6:30pm until 4am, hope you guys enjoyed it, let me know what you think, these are photos of me in my puddle)
  17. “You’re awake.” said a deep, yet imperial voice. Minty’s eyes opened to the dark marble ceiling of the admission room. It was poorly lit, only a few blazing torches lining the walls. As she arose from the bed upon which she laid, Minty’s nostrils were greeted by the scent of old stone, rusted steel as well as the faint odor of blood. “Do you know where you are?” asked the voice. Minty looked around the room. There didn’t appear to be anyone around. “I’m… in the Arena of Desperate Battles, right?” she asked. “That is correct.” said the voice. “You will be fighting against opponents in gladiator-style combat.” Minty nodded. “But it’s like a video game, right? No one actually dies?” “That is correct.” said the voice. “But should you be bested by your opponent, you will still feel death’s sting before you reawaken here.” Minty got from the bed she was laying on, but as she pulled the covers off, she was instantly greeted by the sight of her own bare body. “Wh-Why am I naked!?” she cried, pulling the covers back over her body. “The warriors of this arena do not need the encumbrance of armor or clothing. Modesty has no place in combat.” “All I have is my sword and my pistol then…” “And that is all you will need.” Minty stepped out of the bed, not bothering to cover her body. On a table at the other end of the room, lay a short sword with an ebony hilt, as well as a handgun. “Then I will reclaim my honor!” she said, holding her sword before her. “There is… uh… one other thing.” said the voice. “What’s that?” “It’s something of an… alternate victory condition.” Minty gives the voice a puzzled look. “You see, you can also claim victory if you can make your opponent… urinate.” “Ehhh!?” Minty’s look of puzzlement grew. “I win if my opponent pees!?” “Yes.” said the voice. “The combatants’ bladders will be filling at higher rate than normal. By the same token, you will lose the match if you lose control of your bladder as well.” “So that’s why it’s called the ‘Arena of Desperate Battles’ huh?” Minty nodded. “All right… That seems weird, but I think I got it.” “Very well!” the voice booms. “Then select your first opponent!” You are Minty Chip. You have come to the Arena of Desperate battles in hopes of gaining prestige as a warrior, fighting against various characters of the OmoCommando Universe. There is a twist, however. Not only is a combatant eliminated for having their HP reduced to 0, but they enter battle with rapidly filling bladders. If a combatant empties her bladder in the middle of battle, she automatically loses the match. If a combatant leaks or spurts, she is given a penalty. Upon receiving three penalties, the combatant forfeits the match. As Minty wins battles, she will gain experience and can increase her abilities. The higher an ability, the better Minty will perform in battle. These abilities include: Melee: Overall skill with close range combat, whether it be with a sword, hand-to-hand or any other weapon used at close range. Magic: The ability to cast spells. (At level 1, Minty only knows a basic fire spell. As this level grows, she will learn new spells which will be explained during level-up) Ranged: Overall skill with ranged weaponry, such as guns and bows. Endurance: The ability to endure hits and fight fatigue. Holding: The overall ability to hold one’s pee during a fight, as well as retain bladder control upon be struck in certain sensitive areas. Speed: A general measure of a combatant’s quickness and evasiveness. How to play: Once the opponent is selected and the battle begins, the audience will vote on a battle strategy for her to use that best suits the situation. Most of what I provide will be basic actions such as “sword”, “gun” or “magic” but feel free to provide more elaborate strategies. As battles goes on, the fighters will grow over closer to peeing themselves. Is this going to be violent and bloody? No. It’s a fetish site. Think of this more like comical RPG combat. And as far as pictures go, I’ll probably only be doing one or two so I’m not overwhelmed by things and abandon it like previous stories. We will see how far this goes. Select your opponent: Opponents: World tier: Nikki: Current Arena champion. Fast, deadly melee combatant with exceptional magic skills and a remarkable ability to hold her pee during a fight. In spite of her petit appearance, Nikki is undoubtedly one of the most powerful warriors in the arena. Be prepared for a difficult fight. Current Record: 54 Wins; 44 KO, 10 Peeing || 3 Losses; 0 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Isabel: Special operations soldier of the Republic Fleet with a deadly aim; her ranged combat abilities are unparalleled, but also sports impressive hand-to-hand fighting abilities and even some minor magic capabilities. She can take an amazing amount of abuse in a fight, though her ability to retain bladder control during lengthy matches is average at best. Current Record: 47 Wins; 39 KO, 8 Peeing || 7 Losses; 3 KO, 4 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Natsumi: A mysterious warrior who hails from the outer rim. Known for her peerless swordsmanship and uncanny reflexes, she is a challenge for even the most seasoned of warriors. Also known for impressive endurance and a bladder of steel, Natsumi is a formidable gladiator of the Arena. Current Record: 48 Wins; 36 KO, 12 Peeing || 8 Losses; 5 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Major Tier Erika: An arcane trickster and handy thief from a faraway land. She sports a rapier as well as a bow and arrow, while also wielding some illusory magic abilities. She specializes in no one area but still leads the major tier. Current Record: 24 Wins; 7 KO, 17 Peeing || 13 Losses; 10 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 18 Leila: A rookie cop and dedicated younger sister. Leila is a great shot, has decent hand-to-hand skill, and a rather impressive level of endurance. Her ability to hold in the midst of battle is nothing to scoff at either. Current Record: 21 Wins; 12 KO, 9 Peeing || 7 Losses; 4 KO, 3 Peeing Rayna: A girl who was given the gift of magic through genetic experimentation, she sports a wide array of magic abilities. Nearly every other skill she has, however, is a bit lacking. Especially her ability to hold her pee. Current Record: 14 Wins; 13 KO, 1 Peeing || 12 Losses; 2 KO, 10 Peeing Minor Tier Emma: An diligent medical student and intellectual girl, but Emma is no stranger to combat. She knows how to shoot and she knows how to throw a good kick, in addition to knowing a bit of healing magic. Her pee-holding abilities, however, are in question. Current Record: 14 Wins; 9 KO, 5 Peeing || 15 Losses; 8 KO, 7 Peeing Sammy: A young girl and relatively new fighter, but has shown some fair promise in the use of magic. Due to her physical build, however, she is relatively weak in other areas, including holding Current Record: 3 Wins; 2 KO, 1 Peeing || 3 Losses; 1 KO, 2 Peeing Aimee: A pop-idol who decided to participate in order to gain a bit of publicity at the behest of her agent. In spite of having decent combat abilities, the strength of her bladder is horribly lacking. Current Record: 1 Win; 1 KO, 0 Peeing || 30 Losses; 2 KO, 28 Peeing Edit: Emma nerfed, Aimee win/loss record updated
  18. Mad TV had a skit with these women waiting in line for the one toilet left in the building. Meanwhile they have a singer. The woman first in line if you look at her she seems desperate on her face. Then at :45 the first flush look at the lay in the short dress she third in line. When the first flush happens it like triggers her and makes her dance a little. I found it hot.
  19. I have always been strangely attracted to robots, specifically humanoid androids in science fiction. It’s been difficult to rationalize why. It could be related to the fantasy of creating a sleek, perfect being corresponding to my overt and rather lustful tendencies. Equally, it could simply be an attraction to a novel and new concept that is being reintroduced and explored repeatedly in mainstream media. Perhaps my engineering profession has something to do with it. Regardless, I wanted to create something that made sense in the context of omorashi. There have been several exploratory attempts on this forum that strive to associate and functionalize excretion of fluids with the operation of a robot; sadly, none achieved the breakthrough detail and realism I was seeking. A radical concept finally dawned on me about a month ago that seemed plausible from an engineering and scientific viewpoint. This post and the following ones aim to pen the concept down in a story. I have never written fiction in my life and scored horribly for literature at school before giving it up completely, so forgive me if the plot does not match up to the concept and/or this does not pass the editor’s cut. I hope, nevertheless, that those who like this stuff lurking around in this forum will appreciate this little story of mine and perhaps use the concept into the future. Cheers!
  20. I am new to writing these stories but I have pads running round my head and thought I should share them... charators bree: 21years old, blonde hair, D cup boobs, thin. Cloths: pink shorts, purple vest top. Amy: 22 years old, dyed green hair, C cup boobs, thin. Cloths: grey leggings, black t-shirt. Bree woke up with the sun coming in her window feeling very excited. Today was the day her old friend Amy was coming round to spend the weekend with her. She got out of bed and went about her day setting things up for when Amy arrived, like making up the spare room, setting all the food and drinks out for their film marathon they always did when they saw each other. 4pm bree goes into the kitchen and grabs a big glass bowl, paper and a pen then goes back into the living room and starts to tear up the paper and writes dares on each one. She wrote out 10 sheets worth of A4 and set the bowl down beside the sofa. 6pm There is a knock at the door and Bree runs over and opens it. At the door is Amy holding 2overnight backs. Bree hugs her tight but Amy pulls away quickly looking uncomfortable. "Sorry Bree I didn't mean to pull away but I really need a wee..." as Bree steps back she notices Amy is standing slightly hunched over with her legs crossed. "that's ok I should have noticed, come in you know where the bathroom is" amy runs past Bree and into the bathroom. She comes out 5mins later drops her bag off in the spare room and comes In the living room. They settle down eating, drinking and just generally catching up. 7pm Amy: "do you remember the sleep overs we used to have? Bree: "yep they were the highlight of my summer us playing games, watching films and having fun", she leans behind the sofa and pulls out the bowl of dares. "Remember these?" Amy: "yep they were so fun but remind me of the rules?" Bree: "I pulls 2 dares for you, I pick the one you do, if you don't want to do it you have to do the other one. If you still say no you need to pick a forfeit from this pile" she then takes a hand full of dares out the bowl and puts it on the sofa between them. Amy: "ok I'll go first". She picks out 2 dares. Dare1. Change outfit. Dare 2. Drink a bottle of fizzy in 45seconds. Amy hands Bree dare 1 Bree: "ok I'll go change" Bree stands up and walks to her bedroom... as she passes the bathroom her bladder reminds her she hasn't been for a wee since lunch time and needs to go a little. .... end for now. what should Bree wear? Inc colours...
  21. Welcome to my interactive story. You all probably know how these work, but if you don't, this is how it will work. I give a little part of the story and at the end of those posts, i give a few options on what will happen next and you people will vote. Sometimes i will let you guys make up your own option. For reference, look at "Just a normal girl". Speaking of which, this is going to be like just a normal girl in a way. you'll see. Anyway, now for some info. Our main character's name is Ashley. She is Caucasian, 13 years old, blonde, and is around 5'2. She isn't into omo but that doesn't mean other characters aren't. She is going to school and is in 7th grade. she has been to this school for a few days now and is still getting used to the place. Thats all we need to know. Now, lets get started... 6:45 am. Ashley's alarm clock goes off. She rolls over and hits the off button. She yawns and gets up. "Ok, what to wear?" she say groggily. She picks a cute outfit of nice tight skinny blue jeans and a regular t-shirt. She gets up and uses the bathroom and then walks into the kitchen to find her parents already eating. "Good morning sweetie" her father says. "Hi dad" Ashley says. "How was your sleep?" her mother says. "great" Ashley says. The family eats breakfast which consists of orange juice and pancakes. Ashley and her dad get into the car and drive off. Her father drops Ashley off and says "Good luck and have fun". Ashley waves him goodbye and walks into school. She checks her phone and sees that its 8:00 am. meaning she has just 10 minutes to get to class. She starts to feel a need to pee but shrugs it off and heads to class. on her way there she sees her only friend she has at her new school, Jack. He is also 13 and they both are in the same classes. "hey" she says. "hey Ash, I'd love to talk but we have to get to class i like 3 minutes" He says. They both run and get to class on time. Science is first. Jack and Ashley are sitting next to each other. Ashley then asks "hey, do you have an extra snack or something? I didn't have time to use the vending machine". Jack says "I'm sorry, i ate my snacks already, but you can have this extra bottle of water". Ashley takes and drinks. It might not be food but it will do. 9:15 am. The bells ring. They both walk over to their next class. Ashley hasn't used the bathroom since this morning and now has to pee. They Get to their next class which is math. Jack says "I'm gonna go use the restroom, I'll be right back". This is where i will it off with some options for when the story continues... I hope you will all enjoy this story and help participate and vote. A. Ashley gets up to the bathroom too. B. She waits for Jack to get back so he can help Ashley with math. C. She gets up and uses the vending machine and gets some snacks and a beverage too.
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  23. It was a college Halloween party. The men were handsome, but the girls were gorgeous. There was one girl, Elba, who spent the night shoving tacos down her throat. She ended up having to run to the bathroom, holding her gut. There were of course other girls there. College, beautiful girls. Six of them were about to have a hell of a night. One of which, one of them would never forget. Because that one person did not make it to the toilet in time. There were six girls. Amy, who wore a cowgirl outfit from the old west. She had on a tight, white t-shirt that showed her belly button area, with skinny jeans, and tan boots that reached the knees. She had a large cowgirl hat, and the only thing larger was her bladder after several sodas and beers. She made her way to the one bathroom in the house. Then, Blanca. She was dressed as a sexy cat. Tight black boots and jumpsuit, with nylons over the exposed legs. With little freckles and whiskers painted don her face. Lana was dressed as a sexy elf. She wore a green top hat, tight black pants, which stretched over her body from straps. Her belly button was exposed, and belly had enlarged since the party started. Her and Blanca sat there with friends and both said, “I’m about to pee my panties. Be right back.” Jo, was dressed as a superhero. Black outfit, short shorts, her brown hair whisked down her shoulders, and this girl’s bladder had taken in a lot. Too bad it was naturally the size of a bat’s bladder. Alexa followed not long after Jo. She had curly black hair, and wore a short, dark red dress. Wings sprouted from the back. The devil. Krista who dressed in a boxing uniform had tight, red gym pants just above her ankles. Her blonde hair tied up, and black boxing gloves. She soon felt after someone near her poured some drinks was reminded of the river inside of her. Her legs started to shake and she headed upstairs to the one bathroom, praying no one occupied it. However, once she reached there, five other girls stood outside the locked door. All very desperate. There was going to be a mess tonight. “Damn!” Krista said. “How long have you guys been waiting?” “I’ve been here the longest,” Amy said. Her tight jeans became tighter as she struggled to cross her legs and hold the pee that filled more and more inside of her. “About fifteen minutes so far.” Krista’s jaw dropped. She felt as if someone was dribbling a basketball inside of her. She got into line. Her legs tight together and hands in her crotch. Five more minutes went by. Amy was hopping, legs crossed. Behind her was Blanca, who also had her legs crossed in her kitty outfit, and pressed her hands against her stomach; she was in pain. Lana was bent over halfway and legs tight, one hand to her crotch, one on her belly, massaging it. Jo was the only one who seemed in control. She moved a little back and forth, but she was not about to drip on the carpet…at least, that’s not what it looked like. Alexa had her hands on her hips, legs crossed. Krista…well…she did not have much time left it seemed like. Jo said, “Amy, can you knock on the door?” Amy did. Then, she said, “Hey, whoever is in there, there are six of us girls desperate as hell. Come on already!” Lana’s face grew with concern. Her eyes closed as she felt warmth in her crotch area. She whispered to herself, “No…no…please no.” Her tan belly expanded over the waist of her pants. Jo massaged Lana on the back and told her she was going to be alright. But Jo, who still looked in control, was in a darker place in her mind. She landed against the wall, one leg up with the knee out. Was this superhero going to be able to save her panties from a massive flood. Alexa was hopping around, arms around herself as if she were freezing. Sweat beamed out of her head. She said through her teeth, “Oh man, what a night to go commando.” Her legs, due to being crossed for so long, started to fall asleep. She uncrossed them and started to jog in place. The door finally opened. Elba came out looking relieved. “Sorry guys,” she apologized. “But don’t worry, I sprayed it fresh. She left, and Amy darted right into the bathroom, shutting the door from behind her with great force. Amy’s scream of relief echoed throughout the top floor of the house. Blanca though, her was closest to the door, felt the ocean inside of her now in storm mode. She felt waves of agonizing desperation pulse in her bladder. She was rubbing her arms, hopping in place, legs uncrossed but tight together, knees centered. The sound of Amy’s watery relief made her desperation intense. “Oh…oh.” Blanca said. “I..” her teeth jittered, “I can’t…can’t….take it any…anymore.” But the door opened, Amy walked out with a smile, and right when Blanca was headed in someone pulled her from behind and through her to the ground. Blanca grabbed herself quickly and got back control. Lana mouthed the words, “Sorry,” and shut the door behind her. Blanca pulled herself up off of the floor with crossed legs, using the door knob on the bathroom as something to hold onto. She banged on the door, “Hey! Come on, it is my turn! My gut is gonna burst or something.” Lana apologized through the door. Lana felt bad, but she was losing it. Her panties had already been stained just a bit but still. Survival of the fittest, that is what she tells herself to this day. Blanca saw a litter box in the room down the hall. In her cat outfit, she fantasized about taking advantage of the animal’s spot. She then regained sanity and grabbed her crotch. She bent over. Jo, who was bisexual, liked Blanca’s tight butt in the black cat suit. But the power of her hormones worsened her situation and made her dance in place. Alexa stuttered to the front. She begged Blanca, “Blanca, please. I…I…really REALLY need to go.” She was not lying, she felt a boiling, pressure of pain in her bladder. Blanca shook her head. “There’s no way. I’m sorry, but I can’t wait anymore.” Alexa understood. She walked slowly to the back and saw what had become of Krista. Poor Krista. Her legs were crossed, one foot on the floor over one leg and the other knee on the ground. She held herself, shaking as if she were freezing. She was holding her breath, sweating. She did not know what to do. If she moved when it was her turn, it was going to pour out of her. Lana came out, relieved, and Blanca smacked her, and ran in. Inside the bathroom, Blanca reached for the back of her costume. She tried to untie the strings that held it together. She could not stop moving her legs, at risk of making a lake on the bathroom floor. She was fighting a losing battle. She opened the bathroom door, holding her hand out in front of Jo was cried and jumped. Blanca called Krista over. She told her to roll over if she had to, or she was going to have an accident as well. Krista rolled over and Blanca pulled her inside. Krista bit the strings off Blanca’s costume with her teeth, and she relieved herself, then helped Krista onto the throne and she made it as well. Both came out of the bathroom relieved, and went downstairs. Jo was at her bursting point. RED ALERT! Her bladder rung. She tried to go in but Alexa tried to push her out of the way. They were both at the doorway, stuck in, wrestling with each other. “No way!” Jo yelled. “It’s my turn.” Alexa argued, “I can’t make it. Please, I went commando cause this costume can get hot for some reason. If I have an accident, it is full on. Nothing to slow it down.” Jo said, “Sorry, too bad.” Both stuck in the doorway pushed Alexa outwards. Alexa held onto both sides of the bathroom entrance. Alexa said, “There is no way I am peeing myself!” Alexa shot her foot up to Jo’s face. She tried to pull herself in, but Jo put a leg in front of her. “grr go hee grrr,” Alexa muttered in discomfort. Both girls felt their bladders getting hotter. They felt the pee making its way to the exit of the body. Jo and Alexa were in great anxiety. Alexa took a risk, but it was all she could think of. She said, “Water, tsunamis, lots of them bashing against each other.” Jo’s eyes widened. Alexa was trying to get her body to give up, so the way she would give up and Alexa would have the restroom all to herself. Alexa was in pain as well, but she muttered through. “Rain storms. Drippy, drop, lots of watery.” It was working. Jo was losing control. Her muscle’s weakened. She did not wet, but Alexa overpowered her and tossed her aside. Alexa ran inside the bathroom and shut the door. Jo tripped over the railing of the house and fell. Luckily, a guy caught her. She held herself, jumped out of his hands, and headed back for the staircase. “No.” she said to herself. “I am NOT going to pee myself in front of everyone, not here. I can’t.I CAN’T!” As she got to the staircase, a whole new group of girls went up the stairs, very desperate. They all had put off going cause of the line they saw Jo in before in hopes it would die down. Jo crawled up the staircase, hand to crotch. Six new people squirmed in outside the bathroom. Alexa loudly moaned relief from inside. Jo could barely see through her eyes it had gotten so bad. The door opened, the first new girl ran in. Alexa walked over to Jo and helped her up. “Th-thank, you,” Jo muttered. “Oh, don’t worry,” Alexa said. With an evil grin. “I’m not done “helping” you yet. WATER WATER WATER WATER….WATERFALLS!” Jo screamed, “NO NOOOOOOOOOO!” Too late. Jo’s floodgates opened and pee rushed out of her. She felt her bladder pumping endlessly. She turned red, and everyone stared. Many laughed. It would not stop flowing out of her. Jo cried and ran out the front door, a trail of yellow following her. She was at home, cleaned up, and crying. Then, a knock at her door. Bobby, her crush from freshmen year was there. He told her it was alright. He left the party because everyone there was a jerk. He told her what she did, accident or not, was hot. They kissed, years later got married, had kids, grew old, and lived happily ever after. The end.
  24. Many, many years ago, when my outward appearance was that of a wee fairy child with long, long brown and gold hair, I had an accident. Now, most third graders (around the age of eight, for any non-American friends) are pretty dense, even ones at nicer schools such as the elementary institution I attended. Again outwardly, I was fairly dense in that respect as well, and for fifteen years now have denied that said accident was anything but an accident. Well... the "accident" was an accident. The setup was not. Even at that age, I never did quite properly identify as a little girl, and spent most of my days being quiet and out of the way of other students, with whom I would often get in horrible arguments, me being a pretentious little asshole with a superiority complex, and them being, well, children. Still, one day on the bus ride home, I overheard some of the older girls discussing someone's father, and his amazing ability to be aware that he had to pee early in the morning, but "forget" about it and not "need" to pee again for a full twelve hours later. (these were the terms used, and are probably rather inaccurate, but that's how it was recorded in my mind). Now, clearly, thought I, there is no great difference between a fully grown man and myself, tiny and cute though I might be. Really, really tiny and cute... picture Alice in Wonderland. Four feet tall, annoyingly long hair, and a tendency for wandering off into dangerous and deadly parts of la-la land. And yet, I would best this invisible opponent... and then, armed with this superiority, I would use such an amazing power to truly rule over the tiny minds contained within this bus, and all three of the other busses at the school! And then, perhaps for an encore, enslaving even the students who did not ride the bus home! I would be the QUEEN! Honestly, it's a wonder I'm not a serial killer by now. Tiny me was disturbed. Grown me is.... okay, still disturbed, just too lazy to murder and enslave humanity as we know it. Unlike what seems to be the norm, I was fully aware that hydration caused peeing, and took great care to use this to my advantage, refusing multiple drinks throughout the day. My future minions need never know of this particular advantage, if it even was one... certain circumstances of my rather vague rival were left noticeably blank. Even armed with this knowledge and the fires of evil at its finest, I didn't last long. Maybe four hours? It started to be uncomfortable fairly quickly, but surely this was nothing compared to the pain and suffering that came with being useless and inferior. No twitching escaped, beyond perhaps a slight bit more energy to my carefully measured march of pure hatred towards any and all things. No comments escaped either, as was the norm. Talking is worthless if the target has no more understanding capacity than the average brick wall, or public-school eight year old. It happened finally at recess, while I was playing with my favored minion, a rather weak-willed young lady from a broken home consisting of what had once been a teenage mother and a rather brain damaged half-brother. We were participating in my particular favorite activity; collecting interesting rocks from a certain corner of the playground. My uniform of conquest at the time was a neat cotton tee shirt dress (the sort made from a plain shirt with a bit of cloth sewn on as a skirt, typically short sleeved and round-necked with the skirt to the knees), which was rather conveniently un-constricting for the challenge, giving me the freedom to squat and examine said rocks. To no one's particular surprise but my own, approximately the third or fourth time I squatted down, the dam burst, rather unexpectedly. I'd been living with the pressure for hours at this point, and had felt no particular immediate warning signs. If I had, damage might have been minimized, but as it was I pretty immediately soaked a good portion of the back of the skirt, and most of my socks, as well as a rather impressive patch of dirt. My minion, loyal as ever, immediately began babbling... she'd had an accident the previous year, successfully hidden, and it dried. Still, marinating in my own defeat, I couldn't handle wandering around in a wet dress, and regretfully dragged myself over to the teacher (to this day a favorite of mine, who is still in contact... with luck the shame of our first year of working together has been eclipsed by my adult achievements) to admit what I'd done. Thus began the cycle of denial. To the teacher, I thought I could wait. To the nurse, who was a family friend outside of school, I just got distracted. To my mother, who turned up minutes later with a pair of pants, fresh socks, and a blouse, I had no idea what happened. To myself, I had been vanquished by the same invisible foe I had challenged, and domination of the children would have to wait for another day. Near enough to the end of the school day, I returned home in company of my mother, who just shrugged and wrote it off to more of my being weird and silent, as was the norm. The next day I was interrogated as to why I had missed the bus, when I had been on the bus just that morning. I forget how I wrote it off, but I am convinced to this day that none of the neighborhood children who made up the interrogation team (and later, during middle and high school, grew into being nasty bullies) ever did figure out what happened. This incident was the first and last true wetting accident of my living memory, not counting any around toilet training before I started forming proper memories of conquest and destruction.
  25. female

    Holly woke up that morning with that familiar feeling in her nether regions, having not used the bathroom since she got back from school the previous day and drinking coke and hot chocolate before bed. She stayed under the covers for a few more minutes, as any high schooler would do, savouring the warmth of her blankets and enjoying the sensation of her bladder, squirming to the fullness below, her legs together and sometimes crossing. Eventually, she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom to make herself presentable for school. While in the shower, Holly constantly pee danced, sometimes rubbing her thighs together, other times stepping on the spot, as the warm running water surrounding her augmented her need to urinate. She survived her shower without letting out a drop, however, and wrapped herself in a towel, and her blonde hair in a separate towel, before brushing her teeth with her legs crossed. After that agony, she contemplated using the toilet, but instead the pleasure of her bladder took over. Instead of peeing now, she would try and hold it until she got to school, and since her bus was rarely early, she might even hold it through her first class, complete with a teacher who didn't let anyone out. Yeah, she thought. "Oi! Get out! I need to get ready!" The shouting, along with copious door banging, shifted Holly out of her trance. "Get out already!" "Gimme a second, Zara!" Holly adjusted the towel around her, and then opened the door, at which moment she was immediately pushed by a frantic Zara. "Zara!" "Get out! I'm gunna pee myself!" "That explains the crossed legs and kangaroo jumping." "Just go!" "Okay, okay." Holly, after adjusting her towel again, left her older sister and went to her room and took her uniform, a dark yellow dress, out of her closet while she half danced on her feet and laid it on her bed before sitting down and attempting to cross her legs. Her towel, however, was too tight so she had to remove it, exposing her still developing breasts, and then cross her legs. For good measure, her bladder forced her to lean forward for a few seconds. She stayed there for a couple of minutes, wriggling around on her bed, until... "Hey Holly." Holly immediately shielded her boobs from the smiling nine year old Penny who had just opened the door and was now jumping and dancing in her doorway. "Oh my god! Penny! Get out!" "Why?" "Er, look at me. Also, why are you so jumpy! Do you need to pee?" Penny shook her head, while Holly wiggled again at the sight of her obviously desperate sister. "Sure, Penny." Holly gave a smirk to her, and then bundled her out of the room while shielding herself with her towel. Closing the door behind her, she bent down and held herself for a few seconds and then finally put her dress on. She then got out the optional school issued belt and put it on, wincing just before it got to her usual hole. Holly, being her naughty self, tightened it two more holes just to torture herself, and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast. While Holly was waiting for her toast to pop up, she got an empty water bottle and filled it up, the running water causing her to dance on the spot in desperation. When the bottle was full, she chugged the whole thing until it was finished for the sole purpose of filling her already stressed bladder. By this time, her toast popped up, so she spread some Nutella on it, made some iced coffee, and went to the lounge to eat while watching TV, her legs tightly crossed. Soon after, Penny joined her, now wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but just as jumpy as before and now with her hand in her crotch. "Penny, go to the bathroom," Holly pleaded. "You're gunna wet yourself." "No I'm not." "Yes you are." "I don't wanna go to the bathroom." "Suit yourself." They sat there watching TV and eating breakfast, Holly with her legs entwined together, Penny sitting on her feet and squirming uncontrollably with one hand permanently at her crotch. Eventually, Holly finished her breakfast and went to the kitchen to pack her lunch. Standing up made it harder to keep control of her bladder and now she had to keep moving or else she would be on the verge of wetting herself, but that is exactly how Holly liked it. She liked it so much, in fact, that after packing her lunchbox, she filled another bottle up and chugged it. "You're thirsty," Zara questioned. "Gotta stay hydrated." "True that. You're also kinda fidgety. Hey, you need to pee, don't ya." "No." Zara raised an eyebrow at Holly. "You don't want to pee. But you definitely need to pee." "I like how it feels." Zara laughed. "Hey! You like it too!" Holly retorted, before crossing her legs and bending down for a few seconds. "Alright, I do too. How long you planning to hold it?" "Until first class." "You know you'll never get to pee before first class." "Well, I'll just have to hold it longer and suffer the amazing feeling I have right now." Penny suddenly ran in to the kitchen with her plate in one hand and her crotch in the other and then attempted to pour some juice into a glass, which required both hands. She resorted to tightly crossed legs and vigorous movement in her attempt to hold it in, but this, along with her relative lack of height, prevented her from successfully pouring the juice, so Zara had to pour it for her. Penny then drank the whole glass in one go, with a hand back in her crotch and tightly crossed legs, and ran back to the couch to watch TV and squirm. Holly took the water bottle she left in the fridge the previous night and put that and her lunchbox in her bag, before uncrossing her own legs and going to the bathroom to do her hair. When she came back, she noticed that Penny was now holding with both hands. "Penny," Zara said, "bring your bag here. Our bus is almost here, so yours will be here soon." Penny hobbled over to her bag and brought it over to Zara, who put Penny's lunchbox and water bottle inside while Penny was pee dancing and holding with both hands. Zara then offered Penny more juice, which Penny accepted and then gulped down. The three sisters then made their way to the door, and Zara and Holly stepped outside, but Penny suddenly ran back inside, both hands still in her crotch. "You think she leaked?" Zara asked. "Yep." "Our bus will be here in, like, two minutes. Should we leave her?" "Nah." Penny came back a few minutes later, no longer holding herself and now in a new pair of jeans. Holly, meanwhile, was bending down with her legs crossed every so often. "Did you wet yourself, Penny?" Zara asked. "A little," Penny responded. "Aww, that's okay. Let's go now. I can see our bus coming." The three walked around the corner to the bus stop, and the high school bus approached them. Holly and Zara got on and said goodbye to Penny, whose primary school bus would arrive a few minutes later. They found a seat near the back, and Holly tightly crossed her legs upon sitting down. "Good luck walking to class without anyone noticing," Zara said. "I'll be fine." "You sure?" "Yeah. Besides, this feels too good to let go." "You won't be thinking that by the end of class, though." They talked about other stuff for the remainder of the half hour bus ride, like homework and boys, but Holly's bladder was still at the forefront of her thoughts. When they finally arrived at school, Holly was fidgeting on her seat. The sisters waited for everyone else to get off the bus before they got off the bus themselves, and Holly bent down and crossed her legs as she stepped out. Within seconds of the bus leaving again, the bell rang and Holly and Zara hugged each other goodbye, Holly's bladder wincing at the pressure. Holly attempted to walk normally, but found she had to keep her legs together to avoid leakage. This made her slower and, more importantly, more conspicuous as she walked to form class, which was literally 25 minutes of announcements and handing out forms. When she arrived, she went to her usual seat next to her friends Hannah and Lauren, and yet again entwined her legs. The friends talked about random things, and Holly's plight seemed to go unnoticed, and by the time form class had ended, she had drank half her bottle of water. With her bladder now even fuller, it was harder to walk without showing signs of desperation, but Holly managed to do so, even stopping at a water fountain so she could drink the rest of her bottle and refilled it. The sound and sight of running water made her spasm and she quickly brought her legs together before crossing them and risking looking desperate. When she got to class, the bell rang and she took a seat next to her friend Jasmine, and by now crossing her legs when seated was a default setting. "Hi Jasmine!" "Hey Holly!" "What was your answer for Question 9? "This." Holly showed Jasmine her homework, and Jasmine copied it down before the teacher could collect it. As the teacher was collecting the homework, Holly felt a twinge in her bladder and had to resist putting her hand in her crotch, and she loved the feeling. "Today, we will be learning some new French words," the teacher announced, and started introducing words which most of the class didn't know. Holly, however, could actually speak decent French, so she was learning essentially nothing. She soon zoned out and started thinking about other things, her bladder coming to the forefront as the minutes ticked by, and also became more sleepy. "Holly, what's the word for candle? Holly. Holly!" Jasmine whispered. "Oh, hey. What?" "What's candle?" "Oh. Bougie." "Thanks. Oh, I got some energy drinks. Want one?" "Yeah, okay." Holly figured the drink would keep her awake, if not from the caffeine, then from her filling bladder, which was already causing her to fidget. The drink did indeed keep her more alert, but after twenty or so minutes, her need to pee became much worse, and she was now considering using a hand to help her cause. Eventually, after copious wriggling and the odd bending forward, she had no choice but to do so. Now Holly was no longer at risk of leaking, but she could still feel her pee entering her urethra, teasing her. At least she could focus properly on the lesson, not that she really needed to anyway. The teacher was now calling people up to write phrases on the board, and Holly was looking at their poor attempts to write French. "Look at this shit, Jazz!" "I know, right?" "I wonder what it must be like to have not seen French until now?" "Who knows?" "This is merde." Holly and Jasmine laughed, which caused Holly to let a few drops out, and continued looking at their struggling classmates. Soon after however, Holly was called up. She now had to walk up to the whiteboard without her fellow students knowing that she was close to wetting herself. She stood up very gingerly, her legs remaining crossed until she was upright, and slowly walked down to the front, keeping her legs close together. She then translated the teacher's sentence from English into perfect French on the board, no one the wiser that she was leaking drops the whole time. Strangely, Holly quite liked the feeling of almost wetting herself and secretly wished she could stand there until the end of the lesson, but instead, to the slight relief of her bladder, she went back to her seat. Her hands, however, did not go back into her crotch. She resisted holding herself, letting her nether regions be teased to no end, and suddenly feeling thirsty, Holly downed the rest of her water bottle. Again. She had now consumed four bottles of water before 10:00 and, having skipped her morning pee, was paying the price. "Do you need to pee, Holly?" "Yeah." "How bad?" "Pretty bad." "I gotta go real bad as well." "Really?" "Yeah." Holly hadn't noticed until now, but Jasmine had recently put both hands into her crotch. Meanwhile, her own squirming was now uncontainable, and she could only hope no one apart from Jasmine would notice. Another ten minutes passed, and Holly was now starting to leak every so often. She loosened her belt by two notches to reduce the pressure, but it did nothing to stop the urine already in her urethra from teasing her. Meanwhile Jasmine was starting to rock back and forth, and watching her open desperation was accentuating Holly's need, and she was actively resisting holding her crotch, partly to avoid detection, mostly because it felt so good to keep her hands away. There were still fifteen minutes until the lesson ended, however, and Holly was unsure if she could keep it in without using her hands. Soon after, a significant leak answered her question. She attempted to stop the flow by squeezing her legs tighter and wiggling round, but she was forced to bring her hand down when the flow didn't stop, and Holly now couldn't let go of her crotch. Now Holly could only hope that the bell would ring before her hands were no longer enough. "Oh my god. I have to pee so bad," whispered Jasmine. "I can see that." "You don't look so good either." "I have to pee worse than you." "No you don't. I'm gunna wet myself in, like, ten minutes." "Good thing the bell rings in ten minutes, then." "I'm not gunna make it." "Sure you will." "I sure hope so." "Also, stop rocking like that. Everyone's looking at you." "Like they aren't looking at you too." "Well you look like a doofus, so they're looking at you more." "Hey!" The two friends by now were far too occupied by their bladders to pay any attention to the French, or their classmates attempts at it, on the board, and were now waiting for the lesson to end, and after another ten minutes, each slower than the last, the bell for break finally rang. Jasmine bolted off as soon as they were released, but Holly stayed back, being forced to take great care on standing up, and upon doing so her bladder leaked, forcing her to grip her crotch to stop the flow. Only after she regained control could Holly exit the room, and even then she was half walking, half hobbling, her legs not daring to part, and once in the hallway she couldn't use her hands as that would give her away, and she didn't want to follow Jasmine's example. By the time she found a bathroom, she was leaking regularly, and to make matters worse all the cubicles were taken. At least now in the bathroom she could use her hands again. In the agonising minutes she had to stand, or rather dance, there, however, pee was starting to drip down her legs. Holly knew she couldn't wait any longer, and yet the sensation of being seconds from wetting herself felt so good to her. I wish I could hold this longer and just wet myself, she thought. Besides, I never pee unless I really really have to anyway. Then finally, a door opened, and Holly waddled in. She still had to release her hands to undo her belt and lift her dress up, though. Undoing her belt proved to be far harder under duress than it was normally, and with no hands holding back the flood inside her, pee was now running down her legs and she had to stop it from reaching her shoes. Her belt finally came undone and Holly lifted her dress and sat on the toilet, and she released a torrent into it. It took at least two minutes for her bladder to empty, and it was two minutes of ecstasy for her.