Mary Moon

Due to my limited bladder capacity, i often find myself desperate and at risk of having an accident. This thing had a strange psychological impact on me during my adolescence which made me develop a small fetish of desperation. I've noticed that when I'm desperate and risking an accident, in addition to obviously being embarrassed, i also feel a bit of excitement. This is also reflected in me when I happen to observe girls and boys in desperate situations, i feel a certain excitement in these situations. What do you think, does this happen to anyone else?

It doesn't matter to me, I'm germophobic and I don't sit in bathrooms other than the one in my house anyway 😄

For me, i think the most humiliating incident i've had is the one talked about in this topic, where i basically ended up peeing my pants in front of my entire class in middle school. The embarrassment i felt was indescribable, i saw some of my classmates giggling while the teacher and some of my classmates took me to the gym changing rooms. Among other things, in the following days the news spread obviously and you can imagine what i felt. Has anything this embarrassing ever happened to you? How did those who attended react and what did you feel?

What, the accident, or the fact that you wore diapers 24 hours a day as a teenager? As for diapers, at the time i hadn't yet discovered the erotic side, let's say, i was just 12 years old, and at the beginning i was mortified enough to have to wear pullups even to school with the risk of them being discovered (luckily it was winter and i could cover me well). I'm a little ashamed to say it, but the fact that mum helped me change even if it embarrassed me, i liked it, obviously at that age there was nothing erotic, it was just that i liked being a "child" in those moments and feel cared for.

I'm ashamed of peeing even in front of other girls, it's happened to me a few times and I've always felt a certain embarrassment as I'm quite shy. I don't think could do it in front of a guy. Obviously i'm talking about voluntary peeing, because as far as accidents are concerned, unfortunately I've had some in front of boys and i think you can imagine the embarrassment i felt 😄

When i measured it at 270ml. about, i was very desperate, i think would soon have the accident. Evidently this is close to my maximum capacity

Attenzione: this part contains male pee Chapter 3: Real friends The next day Sofia returned to school, she still felt very embarrassed, she walked with little confidence and with her head down, after having peed on herself in front of her classmates. As she sat in the dining room she noticed that her so-called "friends" avoided her, while the boys who usually fell at her feet looked at her with smug smiles. Deep down all this didn't matter much to Sofia, that attention was all fake, those people didn't really care about her. In a certain sense, what had happened had made her mature.

I decided to tell the story also from Sofia's point of view. Since in the first part i was a bit hasty by focusing on the omorashi part, here i decided to explain the context better and make the story more detailed, even if i'm a bit limited by my English Chapter 2: Sofia's revenge Sofia has always been very popular, she was a beautiful girl with raven hair that reached her shoulders, dark but very expressive eyes and chocolate brown skin, her exotic beauty made her receive the attention of many boys and even the girls competed to be her friends. However, Sofia's only friendship that

After this story Emily discovered the fetishism of desperation, i think will tell the story from Sofia's point of view now 😄

In practice, for me those 270 milliliters are like 700 of a normal bladder. When i reached that amount i was very desperate, i was just moments away from the accident. My bladder is really small. In fact my accidents are never so excessively copious because the amount of pee I pee is the same

Already done, unfortunately congenital defect there is little i can do about it. In the end, if i regularly go to the bathroom every two hours i have no problems. However, by now I've gotten used to accidents, i always have a change of clothes with me

Today i wanted to do a test on the capacity of my mini bladder with the measuring cup, since i had nothing to do: i tried to resist for almost 3 hours (which for me is a lot), until i realized that i was having an accident, then i peed into a container, my bladder contains that just under 270 milliliters. On wikipedia it says that an adult woman should reach 800 milliliters. Mine basically fills up to a third of the full capacity it should have.

This story happened when i was in high school. My history teacher organized a trip to the etruscan necropolis and i who am very passionate about history, didn't want to miss it. I knew i would definitely need to pee during the trip, so i decided to wear a pullup (even though i've never been thrilled with the idea of wearing them to school). The trip to reach the necropolis lasts only a few hours. So i took precautions by trying to drink as little as possible that morning and i peed before leaving, however not drinking proved impossible because it was the month of May and it was very hot that y

the fact is that i don't like wearing black, but i think it's convenient for me 😄

I always try to go every two hours, staying longer is very difficult for me. Holding it any longer makes me suffer quite a bit and makes me risk an accident. Unfortunately my bladder is very small due to a congenital defect

I can't imagine how you feel with all that pee inside, you must be very desperate, try not to overdo it though 😨

I'll tell you about this fairly recent incident: basically, due to a certain train delay, i arrived at the university when my lesson had already started and since that professor gets very irritated by those who arrive late, i couldn't do my usual pre-lesson bathroom visit which is always essential for me. As soon as i made that decision i already knew that I would regret it, in fact already after an hour my mini bladder was already showing clear signs of discomfort. I tried to ignore it by concentrating on the lesson since i really want to impress that particular professor because point t

Unfortunately i don't think there will be a sequel to this story anymore 😞

Another little story of desperation of mine, came to mind after watching a political debate. Unfortunately, not being a native English speaker, i have a bit of difficulty with the language and i can't write too detailed and long stories, as i would with Italian which is my native language. 😄 Rose, a 35-year-old woman with an infectious smile and sharp intelligence, was running for mayor of her city. Her electoral campaign had been an overwhelming success, thanks to her charisma and her innovative proposals. But a few days before the television debate that could have definitively consecrat

This happened a few years ago, it was snowing that morning, but mom still sent me to school because public transport was working. During the morning, however, it had started snowing again, so when we returned home there were several centimeters of snow. However, the buses were still circulating because they had put chains on them. My best friend and i got on to go home, i didn't have much to worry about at the time, i had done pee it about an hour earlier, and the trip would only take 20 minutes. But on the mountain road it had snowed much more and, about halfway, the bus skidded on

I welcome suggestions and ideas on how the story could continue 😄 For example, both girls may have feelings of guilt. Or Sofia is even more angry at Emily. At the same time Emily may have developed a fetish for desperation and wetting

Amy squirmed in her chair, trying to maintain an expression of composed attention as her boss, Mr. Morrison, droned on in his monotonous voice. The presentation he was giving was important, crucial for her career. Amy had worked on the project for months, and she knew this was her chance to prove her worth and get the promotion she so desired. But there was a problem. An urgent and pressing problem. Amy had to pee. Badly. Ever since that morning, the situation had been critical. A series of setbacks had prevented her from using the bathroom: an urgent phone call, a colleague who need

This story was born as a short story, who knows if it could have a sequel

No, i just got inspiration to create the character

When i was in middle school there was a classmate of mine who i considered a friend, but then she turned out to be a terrible person. As inspiration for character of Sofia