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  1. Hi everyone! It is me, KozmoFox :) and this is the result of the fourth Kozmo-Lotto! (I know I tagged them near the bottom, but special thanks to @JustCallum, @Pache, and @Rainyday for making this happen and helping me through it all. Best support team.) This is something a lot have you have been waiting for, and for certain people you might have been waiting even longer than that. This...I honestly don't think this lotto will ever be topped by anything I ever do again. For starters, a reminder to everyone what this Kozmo-Lotto request was. The winner, Rainyday, put a lot of thought into it, so its taken awhile. But eventually it was decreed that I would go somewhere semi-public (Like most lotto's so far) and I would fill up on liquids and get really desperate. At which point, there was a total of 11 emails in my inbox, numbered 1 to 10, plus a bonus. In each email there was a challenge, and I was not allowed to peek or look in any email until it was time to do that challenge. When I opened an email, I would be allowed to open the next email 10 minutes after the previous, unless of course, the challenge inside took longer than 10 minutes, at which point I would be allowed to open the next one after the challenge was finished. I don't want to spoil too much in advance, but this was by far the most intense hold I've ever done. It was the most intense challenge I will ever do. I used to take it as a point of pride that I could get away with anything, like an omorashi ninja. Not today. Today people saw sides of me in public that I intend to likely never show again. Multiple times. I ran the omorashi gauntlet like a fuckin' champion today, and I challenge anyone to do what I just did for this site...mainly so I can read it, because I think this is going to make one HELL of an experience story. This may be my magnum opus. I'm also not going to show my face in that mall for at least like, 2 months. (Before you panic your moral radar, anything I may or may not have done, I cleaned up. I ran the gauntlet like a hero, but also like a responsible hero.) Our story begins with our dear small Kozmo pulling herself out of bed. Chatted with some friends, did some things, and then she went back to bed. Upon waking up, she got herself ready. OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE: You all know damn well what I look like by now. I weigh like 100 pounds, I'm somewhere in the center between 5ft and 6ft, I'm so pale that when I walk outside this time of year I give people snow blindness. Long, dark brown almost black hair. Used to be entirely black, but I change it up! I honestly should have auditioned for the new Ring movie. I have multiple tattoos on my arms, chest, and a foot. Stud piercing in nose, and like most gals my age (21), I like my earrings. I'm lucky enough to not have any acne on the go right now, so not to brag overly much but I like to think I'm pretty pristine! At least I'm told so by people that know me, even a few on here! Sometimes I have freckles but today was not that day, I think freckles are like seasonal or something but I've never actually cared enough to think about it until now. But even when they're kinda there, makeup can make them far less obvious when I don't feel freckly. Today I had a very specific attire that I like to think of as a weird mix between moe and punk rock. It shouldn't be hard to tell what I picked, and what Rainyday picked. Grey beanie hat, low twintails in my hair, a pretty black choker around my neck, and some small snowflake earrings. Plaid miniskirt (Think Maka from Soul Eater), black knee-socks. Jean jacket, unbuttoned, Punisher T-shirt on underneath. Top that off with cute fuzzy black boots and a surprisingly girly pair of pink panties and a matching bra. Take note of that in particular for reasons you will see later. I also had a backpack with various things, such as spare clothes and the like. IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP, SCROLL DOWN TO WHERE THE CHALLENGES BEGIN. IF YOU DO CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP AND THINGS I DRANK AT THE MALL AND ALL THAT TOMFOOLERY JUST KEEP GOING. So I get up, I get ready, I make my way to the mall. I will note at this point that around Christmas I got a phone like a proper young adult, and on it I have IRCCloud, so I was able to keep chatting with my Omo.org friends through this whole ordeal, and they provided lots of encouragement. Rainyday was also present, so I was able to discuss challenges with them as I progressed, and eventually start to yell at them when the challenges got cruel. I am a salty person. I take my place at the food court, and start loading up. I had two large teas, but around the time I had my second tea, my friend who works at a local coffee joint brought me some Burger King! (They were on break.) So on top of two large teas, I also got a large coke with a Whopper :D. After all that I sat on my phone chatting with my crew and waited for all the liquid to process. And waited. And waited. And got impatient and pulled a mug from my backpack. This mug is essentially a mason jar with a handle attached, I got it as an extra with a case of beer once! I go to the drinking fountain and I fill up the mug to the brim, and down it. I fill it halfway, and down it again. I fill it up completely once more and start sipping away at it. By the time that's done, I'm at 2 large teas, a large coke, and 2 tall mugs and a half of water. If I wasn't feeling it before then, I was now! The pressure was building, and building fast. Eventually I stood up to fill the mug once more, and gravity hit me like a truck; I could feel each step I took to the fountain jolting into the ache of my bladder. It was not long after this that Rainyday decreed it was time to begin. As I get to each challenge in this story, I will paste the instructions I was given for complete context. I opened the first email in my inbox, and got to reading. FOR ANYONE WHO DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ALL OF THE ABOVE, THE CHALLENGES START HERE!!!! REITERATION OF THE RULES OF THE OMORASHI GAUNTLET (Or as Rainyday likes to call it, "The Alliance Challenge"): I had to be in public view and not hiding, except when the challenge dictated otherwise. I always had to be where I could be seen. This is a rule I'm not normally a fan of, but considering there was a lot of drama in the lotto thread for this particular lotto, I wanted this to be something special to make up for it. I had to bring spare change and a spare pair of underwear with me. You'll see why. If I begin to lose control, I must try to stop to the bitter end. I do not fail until I A) Give up and cave to my desperation and completely empty myself, or B) I lose control so badly that I cannot gain it back, wetting myself completely to the point I'm empty or there's nothing left in me of even remote note. If I gush out and leave a small puddle but regain control, I keep going; I'd drink enough to replace it anyway. If I skipped a challenge, I'd drink a bunch more water and have to wait more before the next challenge as punishment. And if I completed all of the challenges: "You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time." =====CHALLENGE ONE (6:01 PM) "The first challenge is a bit of a warmup. If this isn't difficult at all, then maybe you're not desperate enough, and should wait a bit more and try it again later. Go to the most populated area, and stand somewhere there for five minutes. Your hands either have to be on your phone or tablet, or behind your back, and you have to move your legs as little as possible. Also, if there's a fountain in the mall, go there to do this. Hopefully this will let you figure out if you're desperate enough to start or not." This was a good start. I needed to pee pretty badly, and this told me I was at the perfect starting point. I'd occasionally type away on my phone, or stare at the ceiling or something to try and forget my aching need. By the end of it, it was extremely hard to stay still, and I ended up rocking back and forth on my heels, feeling my skirt sway and create an air current on my bare, dry legs...These legs would be the opposite of dry well before I was done these challenges. I still had my mug of water on me, just keep this in mind. Its easy to forget I have it, so for your convenience know that when I did challenges that required, well, anything, I'd find a place to put it down (Until it was consumed, then the mug goes back in the backpack.) Nobody was taking real notice of me at this point. I sat back down, and went back to talking to my minor audience, (Which included Rainyday). I realized that I had probably drank far too much, far too fast; my bladder was filling at mach 5 and I knew I'd easily be dangerously desperate to pee by challenge 3 or 4. I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to get to challenge 5, half way there, without being a leaky shaky desperate mess in the middle of the mall. I was not wrong.. I started this challenge at exactly 6:01 PM. This marks the starting point of the gauntlet. ====CHALLENGE TWO (6:11 PM) "A fashion challenge. Go into a clothes shop you like, and pick out a nice outfit, at least made of one top and bottom. Try it on in the changing room. Take a picture of yourself in your outfit if you want, you don't have to send it to anyone. After that, you can change back into your normal clothes, and be on your way. " Its a wonder what ten minutes can do to a person. At this point I was getting to the shaky kind of desperate need, I was starting to typo and my legs were beginning to jiggle. Luckily for me, this didn't take too long, as I was next to a clothing store that I'm familiar with, containing a number of articles of clothing I had been looking at during previous visits. I sped through the store, grabbing them, picking a nice very light pink top that kind of fell off the shoulders and had a cat on the front, as well as a pair of black jeans with fake rips in them. I tried them on, and the jeans were...tight. The pressure wasn't helping at all and I very nearly dribbled in them. I managed to hold on though, avoiding disaster, and after I confirmed I did in fact like how I looked in them despite my abdomen that was beginning to bulge, I changed back as fast as I could and got back out front just as my ten minute mark hit. I was beginning to sweat, the build up had been ridiculous and let me tell you, I needed to fucking PEE. I was positive I was not going to finish the run of challenges without disaster, and I was trembling as well as just kind of absentmindedly kneading at the sides of my skirt like mad. This ridiculously increased need to pee made the next challenge hell. =====CHALLENGE THREE (6:21 PM) "We're still in the area of light challenges. This challenge has two parts, you might not be able to do the first depending on what's at the mall. 1- Go into a shop, restaurant or other facility that has its own bathroom. Ask the staff if you can use it. Of course, you won't actually use it, but you'll probably want to stay in there long enough for them not to get suspicious. You can leave after that. If you're turned away, try twice more, and if you get rejected all three times, well, that's that. 2- Similar in theme, go to a shop or stand with a manned counter and buy a drink from them. Of course, you'll have to finish this as well, but you can pace it over the break and the next challenge. " This was torture at its finest. I walked into this shop, almost like an in-mall convenience store. Not going to name stores and things because I like my location anonymity. I hobble up to the counter, shaky desperate and knock-kneed, and ask this poor cashier if I can use the washroom in here. He legitimately did not seem to know what to do, it took him a solid few seconds. I assume he was going to give me directions to the malls public washrooms, but just how fucking desperate I looked (and was!) must have changed his mind, because he very stutterily allowed me into the employee bathroom. I got in there, shut the door behind me, and stared at the toilet. I couldn't sit down, I couldn't finally pee and have my relief, I had to just look at it. I almost completely lost it and pissed myself right there from the psychological torture. I cannot express how much this was killing me. I tried to at the time though! Here's an excerpt of what I was saying to Rainyday at the time: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Im staring at a toilet abd its fuxking killing me 6:25 PM WHEN CAN I LEAVE I think my statements in chat at the time speak for themselves. I had a hand buried in my crotch, bunching up my miniskirt and pressing into me, moaning and whining at myself and willing me to just please don't fucking pee yourself like this. Eventually I did leave. Rainyday was gracious enough to allow me to not buy another drink, given I was still carrying around a big mug of water. I did browse the drinks in the same shop after I thanked the cashier for his kindness to give that part of the challenge more credence though. On another note: Rainyday is literally satan. =====CHALLENGE FOUR (6:32 PM) "I thought I'd fit this in sooner rather than later, because of how long it might take. It's the arcade challenge! Head to the arcade and play a round of the hurricane simulator, and then the chair ride. I'm not sure what difficulty levels they have, but go for whatever's hard without being impossible. After those two, of course it's time for your specialty, DDR. One game of each is fine, or however many plays your money gets you." I would like to reiterate, Rainyday is SATAN. You might have seen me say once or twice around site that there's a few people in these parts who know my name, face, where I live, etc. Rainyday is one of these people, and the fact that Rainy won lotto means we got to go in depths with specifics, like Rainyday knowing what the mall in question has and unfortunately knowing the games I'm good at. This is where the first leakage occurred. The hurricane simulators are nothing special, I wager most of you have seen one. You put in some money, stand in the gigantic capsule, and it starts simulating hurricane winds. It almost ruined my twintails...but it was fun. The wind was cold on my skin which didn't make holding any easier, but luckily I got to just stand there. A few bystanders took notice but mainly didn't care. When I knew for a fact nobody was looking into the capsule I'd cross my legs and hunch the fuck over, occasionally gripping at myself because, you know, verge of wetting myself and all that. My bladder was like a goddamn boulder weighing down my entire lower body pressing on my...you know...wanting out. These winds could not budge this boulder. I also had to grip at my miniskirt constantly for very obvious wind-related reasons. Next up was the chair ride. To elaborate, this is also a simulator. It has like a screen and fans, it blows on your face and the seat itself vibrates, moves, etc. in line with the simulation on screen. In this case, I was virtually on a rollercoaster. Sitting down helped at first, but the vibration sooooorely did not. Luckily this machine is relatively secluded, so I got to stuff both my hands between my legs while the machine made my bladder absolutely suicidal. I'm not sure if I have said this enough or not, but goddammit I needed to PEE. The machine did its job. As I started to hobble over to the DDR machine (Not actually DDR, one of the generic rip offs that is actually just the exact same thing), in the middle of this arcade filled with people, I jolted mid-hobble. To try and describe what happened, it felt like my pelvic floor suddenly steeled itself... My entire body stretched and lurched forward from the sudden tightness in my bladder and below it, and at the height of this, as my legs were knocking together and my body fell forward, my panties got extremely warm extremely fast. Some pee spilled down my thighs, coating my legs and getting on my kneesocks, a fair number of drops pattering on the floor underneath me. In an INSTANT I dropped to a knee, pretending to pick at my boot. The initial impulse was to pretend I was tying my shoe, but my boots have no fucking laces to I had to fake fiddle with the side zipper like a moron. Some dude across the arcade gave me a funny look and I tried to ignore him. Out of my jacket pocket I fished my saving grace: Burger King napkins from earlier! I'm not going to leave a mess behind uncleaned. I wiped it up and stood back up, panting heavily. I was trying so hard to hang on and I had already started losing it. AND I had to go play DDR! DDR was torture. Every step felt like a punch to the bladder and I won't lie, I dribbled a couple of more times while playing it. (I napkinned up after I was done.) But! I managed to finish the song without completely losing control and wetting myself! With a 95% accuracy rating on hardest difficulty, might I add. I'm really good at rhythm games, trivia for you. I normally have no trouble acing this particular song, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy, but certain dribbles soaking my panties and coating my inner thighs caused a fuckup or ten. I got out of the arcade not unscathed, but still ready to continue. Barely. I could feel everything in my bladder about to spill out all over me like niagra falls, getting that sensation where its like you're carrying something heavy and your arms getting tired, but you're only halfway from the car to the house. I was convinced I had no hope. But KozmoFox ain't no quitter. You guys might like the next one! =====CHALLENGE FIVE (6:49 PM) "After that exciting last challenge, here's a calmer one. Type a detailed description (at least 100 words) describing the desperation you're feeling right now. Include this description later in your story, word for word, without correcting any typos. (Maybe if you did something weird and typed up information you don't want shared, you can censor that)." This is self explanatory. I plopped myself on a bench and started pattering away on my phone, on which I have autocorrecty things turned off. Having to describe this made me leak, and I felt it seep out of me and into the back of my skirt in a solid dribble. I almost fucking lost it and completely pissed myself right there typing this. It was utter agony. Here you go, straight from the chat!: "so fucking rainyday is making me write up a fuckin thing on how badly i need to go for this challenge so litsten the fuck up folks let me tell you gravity is fucking KILLING ME i can gfeel it pulsing trying ti get its way out, some of it already has, im extremely damp under this skirt and i have to type this up in puvblic like nothings wrong and just thinking about it is killing me. i just leaked again. i cant stop shaking. i grab at myself whenever i think nobodys looking. im sweating. i cant hold it much longer i sont think but im going to fo my fucking best becuse kozmofox aint no fucking wquitter you heat me" Every bit of that was true and straight from the heart. I was slowly leaking for most of that. Do you know how agonizing it is to be slowly wetting yourself and trying to hold it in, whilst typing up a summary of just how badly you need to go? This did not go unnoticed. I had my legs crossed tight, my jaw clenched, ghostly pale and sweating and fucking bouncing and wiggling and kneading at my legs whenever I wasn't typing, it was not remotely hidden to anyone who looked in my direction. Extremely embarrassing but again...I ain't no quitter. =====CHALLENGE SIX (6:52 PM, was allowed to open early as arcade predictably took longer than 10 minutes.) "We're past the halfway mark. Do you feel you can make it for the next stretch? Fortunately, this one will let you recharge, in a way. Go into the toilet and relieve yourself somehow and let it out for exactly five seconds. After five seconds, do everything you can to stop, no matter what. Maybe this will take some of the pressure off -Bonus: If you relieve yourself somewhere that /isn't/ a toilet, then you can cut five minutes out of the time before you can open the next challenge." I did not even remotely hesitate to take advantage of that bonus. I locked my eyes on the first bathroom I saw, and jogged straight in, hands stuffed between my legs. At this point I wasn't attempting to hide my extreme desperation from the public eye, it was do everything I could to hold it, or I'd completely wet myself dead center of a mall. To my luck, and as I found out afterward, semi cheating, it was a single bathroom. One toilet, not the kind with stalls, just a one person bathroom. Rainyday considered this a mild violation of the rules, as it was not exactly a public area, unlike a stalled bathroom. Rainy understood why I misconstrued that though, especially as earlier one of the challenges almost specifically demanded a private bathroom (Asking to use a staff one) so they let it go. And so did I. This is possibly the least graceful moment of my life. I climbed up onto the sink counter in an absolute, extremely desperate fever, crawling on my hands and knees until I was over the sink. I was positioned like a fucking dog and panting like one too, my beanie fell right off my head. I barely moved my skirt slightly out of the way before I started GUSHING through my panties. Like this was beyond a torrent, I didn't care that I was pissing myself straight through my panties, I needed to get as much out of me into that sink in five seconds as I possibly could. My moans of relief echoed in that tiny bathroom and it felt so good I couldn't even bring myself to feel shame for how this was. It felt orgasmic. Foooor five seconds. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Clamped off. I whined as I shoved my hand into my underwear, doing my best to just STOP PEEING. I spurted twice more, soaking my hand and sleeve, but I stopped. It was so good. I still REALLY needed to pee, but for the moment, I was out of the immediate danger zone. I left the bathroom and walked back to the bench where I left my mug full of water. Yeah remember that? Still a thing. I was still desperate beyond belief, my hands and underwear and even my skirt to a degree were very wet, but I wasn't going anywhere yet. I still had much more to do, and that taste of relief really had me thinking I could pull it off. =====CHALLENGE SEVEN (6:57, got to open it early for completing the bonus!) "Another interaction challenge! You need to have... a tourist mindset? A snapchat one? Basically, ask a passerby to take your picture. I'm not sure whether there's anything in the mall that's worth getting your picture taken in front of, but say it's for a friend, if they ask. Which is the truth, isn't it? If you can't come up with any possible excuse to have someone take a picture or two of you, then ask them for directions to somewhere complicated or far instead. " This one might have been the single easiest. I had just gotten immense relief so I was able to pull it off without being a shaking desperate wet mess! Well...I was wet but this lady could not tell. I smiled, I asked her for two pictures in front of the Valentines display that was still up. She looked to be a soccer mom of sorts, she said she's always wanted someone to ask her to take their picture like this. I handed her my phone, and took my position. Hardest bit was standing completely still, but it was only for a few minutes while she snapped the shots. I just held my hands behind my back, leaned to the side in a cute way, and smiled. Snap snap! Pics taken! This didn't even remotely take 10 minutes, so I just sat back down on a new, different bench, and waited. It should also be noted that this is the period where Rainyday had me drink that mug of water. With my kidneys on overdrive, liquids still cycling through my system, and a new tall glass of water added to the mix, my relief was very short lived. =====CHALLENGE EIGHT (7:07 PM) "Remember the spare pair of underwear I asked you to bring? Go into the bathroom and enter a stall. In the stall, change your underwear to the other pair. Leave the stall and go on your way. Not too hard, hopefully? PS: @Pache says hi. " This also took zero time, but it reintroduced the toilet torture psychology. Given the kidney overdrive had a solid 10 minutes to re-introduce a whole lot of liquid to my bladder, and my bladder and sphincter muscles were just about DEAD, this was the beginning of the end for me. I could barely hold on, period, full stop. Perhaps the volume of pee I was holding in now was less than before, maybe it was more. Point is, I could not reliably hold it anymore, and I found this out when changing my panties of all things. I took my all but destroyed pink panties off and took a look at them. They were dark and saturated entirely from front to back. I placed them in a plastic bag and put them in my backpack. Remember the arcade? Same deal. My pelvic floor screamed at me, my lower body locked up, I fell forward, leaning against the wall and spurted heavily. Given I was wearing no panties it was unimpeded, and shot out, colliding with my thigh and tearing a path down my leg, giving my kneesock a decent soak. I shoved my hand down and kneaded into myself only for another spurt to collide with my hand, causing it to spray in multiple directions and coat my legs. I stayed in that position for a solid 15 seconds before I had decided I had enough control of myself to continue. I put on a fresh pair of grey panties, before taking some toilet paper and wiping the results of my miniature wetting off the floor...Only for me to leak a bunch again when I bent over to do so. The fresh grey panties were only fresh for maybe 10 seconds before I felt the warmness gathering in my underwear and gushed another spurt through them onto the back of my legs and down into my boots. They darkened and were saturated immediately, and not much better off than my original pair. I figured I had just had 3 big leaks in under a minute...that was okay in a bathroom stall, but the public eye? I was mortified that I wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore, but I was so close to finishing the gauntlet....So I went for it. Unfortunately, I was even more desperate to pee than I had been before the 5 second pee challenge. To quote me: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa i neeed rto fucking pee 7:13 PM so fucking bad 7:13 PM its builty back up 7:13 PM and im grtting tired dowen trhereeeee So you know, I was literally on the verge of wetting myself like the damp little girl I already was, smack dab in the middle of a public mall on a friday night. All I could think was....Fuck. =====CHALLENGE NINE (7:17 PM) "Now time for the second plot device: the coins. Count how many you have so you can remember. Then go to a populated area and 'accidentally' drop them all from torso height. Pick them all back up. No rush." The ten minute wait for this challenge killed me by the way. I was literally sitting on a bench (per the norm) with my legs crossed tightly, a hand stuffed between my legs, bouncing like a MADWOMAN and shaking and sweating, glaring at anyone who DARED look at me, goddammit haven't you ever seen someone need to pee before?! Move along!! •KozmoFox> uwaaa i cant stop fucking bouncing on this benhc 7:16 PM people are looking at me 7:16 PM fuck 7:16 PM look away cunts 7:16 PM im just hyper 7:16 PM thats totally it 7:16 PM hyper 7:16 PM 7:16 PM 7:16 PM lets fucking go 7:17 PM IRS TIME 7:17 PM NEXT 7:17 PM AAAAAAA I stood up from that bench, gravity hit me, and for like the 100th time that night, I nearly wet myself completely on the spot. I legitimately buckled and nearly lost it. But I didn't, I just kept my hand between my legs, pressing on my crotch for dear life despite the numerous people around who could obviously see it, and hobbled on. Remember when I said I had to bring spare change as part of the rules? That came into play here. I was terrified, but I wasn't there to cheat, so I went and found the most populated nearby area I could find; an intersection sort of area between a bunch of very popular stores. There was tons of people milling about everywhere. And like a good little Kozmo, I did what I was told! You have no idea how happy I was that nobody tried to help me. I've never been more thankful for uncaring people in my entire life. It was hard to think about much else, as I was literally about to pee myself. I could feel my lower torso about to burst and the need to pee, the need to just give in and let it all flow out right there was so intense I almost actually did it, despite being surrounded by easily like, 60 people. And so I squatted to begin picking up my coins as fast as I possibly could. It really sucked, as I'm a person who carries a LOT of pocket change. The squatting pretty well squashed my bladder, and I discovered it didn't like that. I felt my panties grow warm and wet from their cold and damp state, and a BIG leak came out of me with a PSSHHH. I was picking up nickels and dimes frantically now, trying to get it over with so I could just stand up and get myself back under control. I managed to stop, but it started again almost as fast as it ended. I was slowly wetting myself in that position where everyone could see me. I knew my backpack was dipping down so nobody could see from behind, but if someone cared to stop and look right underneath me they would see the beginnings of a puddle starting to form. The second I picked up the last dime I just took the entire huge wad of napkins from my pocket, wiped it up, and plopped back on another nearby bench. (Malls have lots of benches) Now I was in a position, on this bench, where I was the most desperate to pee I've ever been in my entire life. My muscles were dead. I couldn't hold it. I COULDN'T hold it. I'm positive my constant leaking was the only thing stopping me from fully exploding, giving me just enough leeway to maintain the basest of my integrity just a biiit longer. The wait for the final challenge was the worst. It was agony. I was rocking back and forth, hand pressed HARD between my legs, when I wasn't typing I was literally like, slamming my fist off my thigh. My skirt was wet, front and back, if I stood up it would have been quite visibly so. I could feel the sweat from the sheer effort of holding all this pee beading at my chin. Some people looked very concerned, probably confused as there was a bathroom RIGHT THERE, but I paid them no attention. I could not. I could not afford to do anything but hold it in, and look at my phone. Anything else and I would pee myself, all over the bench in an INSTANT, and I knew it. I was the strangest mix of mortified and determined I've ever been in my entire life. Just a sneak peek as to my state of mind in chat. back of skirt is wet 7:22 PM i have 7:22 PM to fucking 7:22 PM pee 7:22 PM i cant stop like 7:22 PM slamming fist off my upper legg 7:22 PM when not typing 7:22 PM i cant stay still 7:22 PM i NEED 7:22 PM J< 7:22 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa to grp 7:22 PM to hold 7:22 PM i might not making it 7:22 PM to final challenge 7:22 PM im like opn the fucking brink of about tp piss myself 7:22 PM J So yeah, as far as I knew, this was the absolute end. =====CHALLENGE TEN (7:27 PM) "Final challenge! This isn't actually anything too exciting, I tried to arrange the challenges in a good paced order and this just ended up being left over. Go into the bathroom and use the sink to wash your hands for two minutes. You don't need to repeatedly soap them, but you have to keep them in the sink, under running water. If you leak at all during this challenge, you have to stop and leave the bathroom immediately, wait two minutes, and try again. If you leak the second time, then I guess that's this specific challenge failed. But maybe if you've lasted this long without anything worse happening, you could go for the final stretch Remember the passage from the starting rules: You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time. Also, once you've made it to wherever you want to go, before you relieve yourself, there's one last bonus challenge to read and try. Open it when you get there." This following challenge might have been the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. We all know at this point I'm desperate, I'm sweaty and fidgety and whimpery and reaaally soaked. I've leaked at this point more times than I can count, and my skirt/panties/knee socks/boots are suffering DEARLY for it. Honestly, if I were wearing pants, it could have been considered a major accident at the arcade, it would have been extremely visible. At least wearing a skirt and these particular colors it was less obvious. Well, not any more. The front and back are drenched at this point, even this second pair of underwear is beyond saving, and my very visible bare legs are covered in glistening streaks down to my significantly damn knee socks, and I'm sitting there slowly dribbling and leaking more and more into my panties and skirt praying none is getting out to hit the floor. And even after all that, at this moment, I'm more desperate than I have been in my entire life. One more challenge. <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leakage is happengin 7:24 PM i can feel iyt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa i dont dare look down to see if any is escapeing skirt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa fucfccckkk 7:24 PM i have a hdn buried btween my legs and theres people just glangince at me while they walk bu 7:24 PM i cant stop wiggling I get up off my bench and try to bolt to the bathroom. Nice try, me. Easily the biggest leak yet. Almost worthy of being called a full on accident. In that instant, my bladder completely gave out for a single moment. I felt a rush of pee spray out of me and into my underwear, ignoring the obstacle as if it weren't there. It gushed straight down my leg like a tidal wave, you know the kind. Its clinging to your leg but the torrent almost looks like it wants to break off? It streamed right across the back of my leg, tearing a line of heat down my sock and I felt under my foot inside my boot get a bit squishy. I barely got it back under wraps. I HEARD it splatter onto the ground, it was near deafening. I didn't dare turn back. I told myself I'd clean it up in a moment, I couldn't bear to see if anyone had seen. As my hand was in its near permanent position between my legs when I had my mid-stride accident, the front of my skirt that was stuffed there was soaked beyond repair. My giant stain of shame was there for the world to see, although I knew that through the course of the evening, the back was likely far, FAR worse. And so, I attempted the challenge. I started washing my hands, as my legs jiggled and danced, wet and cold as they were. I was going good for a solid 30 seconds when a girl exited a stall and started washing her hands too. Didn't take long for her to look at me. I stared back like a deer in the headlights. "Are....Are you okay?" I nodded as frantically as I could, hands still in the water. I maintained eyecontact with her as the warm water started fucking me over. I started peeing myself, quite badly, all while nodding at her. I just couldn't hold it. I removed my hands from under the water and felt a torrent drench my panties and thighs as it started soaking my socks. She didn't look down, so I'm not sure if she saw the puddle rapidly forming at my feet, but she quickly left. The second the door shut I fell to my knees, stuffed my hands and skirt between my legs, further drenching the skirt but managing to stop the flow. It was bad, but remember the rules. I got it under control, it wasn't a whole lot when compared to the absolute ocean about to explode my bladder, so I was still in the game. Even my jean sleeves were dark at the cuffs, it was humiliating. But I wasn't done yet. I hadn't lost. I could finish the gauntlet. I took some paper towel and cleaned my puddle. I took more, went back out into the mall, got on my hands and knees, and cleaned up my other puddle. I told passerbys I had spilled water, even though there was an old lady across the way that was there beforehand, eying me suspiciously. I leaked more while I was on my hands and knees there, tiny trails streaming down my inner thighs around sensitive areas...I just couldn't reliably hold it, I was that desperate. I was in control one moment, absolutely not the next. I managed to clean everything up, and went back in the bathroom for attempt two. 2 agonizing minutes of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced. My bladder was screaming at me with all the fury of the seven hells to just piss all over the floor where I was standing and just give it some goddamn relief. But I couldn't. I was so close. The entire time, I stared myself in the mirror just muttering. "Don't pee. Don't pee. Don'-- Don't you dare fucking pee." I think someone came in and took a stall at some point. I didn't care. Finishing this challenge was all I cared about. And you know what? I did it. I did it and I almost cried and I immediately messaged Rainyday asking if I was allowed to pee. Guess what? Nope! Remember the rule? I had to go to the parking lot or somewhere else outside. Only then could I relieve myself. I hobbled to the nearest exit, leaking the whole way. Every step I'd spurt a little. I just could not hold it. I was no longer in complete control and I was not getting complete control back. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. You're probably imagining this in a slow dramatic fashion but it was more like 3 steps a second with little bits of pee shooting out of me every go. I was frothing at the mouth. My face felt hot and blushy, my blood racing and rushing, I was drooling and sputtering and moaning and groaning I was just so close and I didn't care who saw. I was a wet desperate mess of a human being, constantly peeing just a little against my own control. My boots squishing every step. I took careful measures to not leave a trail, making sure if my panties and skirt didn't catch it, my jacket sleeves did. Hunched over, knockkneed and hobbling with my hands pressed into my crotch, many would see me and think a walk of shame. Nah, man. I was still going. I had completed the final challenge and was on the home stretch. This was a walk of victory. On a side note? Bladder bulge was ridiculous. I've always seen pictures and been like, why don't I ever have something like that when I hold? Those look ridiculous how does a person hold enough to look like they have an alien inside them? Tonight I finally understood. Jeeeesus. Before I knew it, I was at the car. I opened the final bonus challenge. =====LAST BONUS CHALLENGE (7:39 PM) "Again, nothing too exciting. You've made it to the end, lasted through everything, etc. Well done! So, you can last a bit longer. The bonus challenge is easy: just wait for five more minutes here, and then you can go. Good luck." I read those words and literally, for a brief moment and time, wanted to actually die. It was so tempting. I was in the car lot, next to the car, completely soaked already and just free of the mall and of people and I could just let go right there. But I had come so far, and I wasn't going to allow this to tarnish my victory. Didn't stop me from bitching about it like crazy though. It was so hard. I leaned against the car, one hand holding my area between my legs in a vice grip for dear life, the other holding the phone and reading the encouragement. Reminder that the chat wasn't just Rainyday, several Omo.org friends came to witness my monumental challenge and offer me encouragement and support the whole way through. And they kept telling me. "Come on Crim, you can do it!" "You made it to the end, you can do 5 more minutes!" "You're doing great, keep it up!" "Make us proud, Crim." <--- All of these are direct quotes, by the way. I had a cheerleading squad that made tonight do-able. I would actually like to take this moment to thank @JustCallum, @Rainyday, @Pache, and absolutely NOT @blooper for being the best company and emotional support during an epic Omorashi challenge gauntlet a gal could ask for. Feat. @Lisk who showed up, said like one sentence, and left. Let me tell you guys. I leaked and dribbled and sputtered the entire time. Some spurts were bigger than others, including a notable momentary loss of control where I peed myself for a solid 3 seconds, a torrent destroying any dry fabric left on me as I just moaned into my car window, fogging it up. The cold window felt so nice against my sweaty head. It was around this moment I realized I had somehow, at some point, gotten my T-shirt wet. Figures, given I had been constantly and slowly wetting myself since I had left the fuckin' bathroom after challenge 10. Notable quotes from me, trying to distract myself from the desperate agony, by talking about my desperate agony, because I'm goddamned stupid: KozmoFox> uwaaa im going to piss werywhere 7:36 PM okay <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ohnfuck 7:39 PM i fuck 7:39 PM i dotnt hink 7:39 PM i can 7:39 PM wait 7:39 PM 5 mirwe <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leaking 7:39 PM on ground <•KozmoFox> uwaaa gushed down leffss <•KozmoFox> uwaaa but 7:41 PM regained •KozmoFox> uwaaa i eekp fucking spurting im gonnsa die <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ive ltierslly been slowly peeing myself since i left building hwo am i still 7:43 PM holding <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Rainy 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM when can i 7:44 PM please •KozmoFox> uwaaa pleas ei cant hold it 7:44 PM when •KozmoFox> uwaaa when 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM fucking 7:44 PM say 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM plesse You can probably tell that by the end there I was completely losing control. I hadn't been able to actually hold it for quite awhile at this point, but then? Any semblance of control I had left was slipping. By the time I was doing the single word messages at the bottom, I was steadily and thoroughly pissing myself next to the car, it was streaming down my legs and splashing across my feet and all over the pavement. I was going to say you could 20 seconds ago 7:44 PM But I had to answer your question 7:44 PM You wiiinnnnnn------ 7:44 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa CAN I OR CAN I NO 7:44 PM FUCK Final time: 1:45 of constant desperate agony, from opening the first email, to being told I'm allowed to pee. In this situation, the word "FUCK" coincides with me LITERALLY exploding. The second I read "You win", I couldn't even remotely hold on if I tried. The words registered, my body completely let go. I started peeing full force. And peeing, and peeing, and peeing. Power-peeing, if you will. I didn't so much as move my arm, my entire lower body got soaked, re-soaked, and soaked again in seconds. My panties had no hope against this barrage, I had like three streams going, from off the backs of both knees and through my skirt into my hand, into an extremely heavy stream hitting the ground with all it had. My socks could absorb no more. I actually stepped out of my boots and just stood my soft feet in the growing lake of my making. After like 30 seconds I removed my hand and just relaxed my entire body, letting it flow from straight between my legs onto the ground below. Someone walked by and totally saw that part, but trust me, I was so relieved I could give less of a shit. I felt goddamn humiliated afterwards, sure, but at that moment I didn't care. This relief was worth an orgasm and a half, I felt like I had literally been reborn. By the time I was halfway done I was so relieved and relaxed I could have napped. By the time I was done, I was standing in a lake that would make a hurricane jealous. I actually almost did nap, I couldn't bring myself to start driving so I just sat in the car in my wet clothes and the heat on for like half an hour, just leaning back and chatting in IRC, enjoying not being on the brink of wetting myself like a little girl for the first time in maybe 2 hours. Of course, I had just done exactly that, but who cares? I was also, naturally, PAINFULLY aroused, but this is not the place for that, that's not what this tale is about. I eventually pulled it together, stripped off my bottoms, and drove home like that, where I am now writing about my lovely evening. Reminder one final time. Rainyday is satan. I won't be doing requests like this again for a very long time, if ever again, but damn. To paraphrase myself from the first experience I wrote like 2 years ago... this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've ever done. I'm likely never going to do a hold like this again. I think this hold, this experience, is my magnum opus. My Mona Lisa. It won't be topped by anything I do. Not to be full of myself, but I don't think anything like this exists on the experiences forum, and I'm extremely proud of myself. I put my body and soul (and self-esteem) on the line for you guys. I hope I did you all proud. I hope I captured what omorashi.org is all about today. Thank you all for reading this long as hell tale that might as well be a novel, for sticking with me this long, and for just overall being awesome people. This has been Kozmo-Lotto 4!~ Please tell me what you thought, drop a comment, shoot a message, whatever!! ^^ I love you all, and I hope you have an amazing day!
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  2. Here is a pic of my girlfriend.
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  3. The last tale of Alice was when she purposely put off using the bathroom at the wedding we went to so she got desperate and then told me she did it because she knew I liked it. Now that she had done it again my initial shyness about asking her about it had lifted. After that day she became pretty open about it and started asking us questions about the things we do and why we enjoy doing them. We were happy to share with her and liked the fact she seemed interested. A few weeks after the wedding she came to me and asked if she could watch when I did a hold/wetting. I said that was fine and the following day when we were all at home Matty was controlling my bladder and she came and watched and after he made me hold and I ended up wetting myself she told me that him controlling me was kind of hot and she was starting to see why I enjoyed it and said maybe one day she would like to try being controlled. We told her if she wanted to try it all she had to was say and we would help her out and see if she enjoyed it. In the weeks that followed I noticed that when she got home from work she always seemed pretty desperate to pee. I put it down to traffic and such but it was every night so I asked her about it. She seemed a bit embarrassed and then admitted to me that she had started skipping peeing on her afternoon break at work because she had seen how much I had enjoyed holding my pee and she was starting to enjoy leaving work needing to pee and not knowing how long it would take to get home and the potential of getting super desperate. Hearing her say that was beginning to enjoy it made me happy and I told her how fun that was. I didn’t do anything more until she felt comfortable with wanting to progress anything further and let her continue her building enjoyment of arriving home desperate. Then one day her enjoyment reached a new level and I knew then she was becoming one of us. We were going on holiday with our friends and had booked a caravan for the week at a place we have been a few times before because we love the location and it's a lovely place. Its roughly a three hour drive from where we are which isn’t too far. As there were 7 of us going we obviously had to take 2 cars. Matty was going to drive one and my sisters bf was going to drive the other. Alice and I were going with Matty and we would have one of our friends with us and then My sister, her bf and our other friend would go in the other car with the majority of the luggage. We went to our friends house, loaded up everything and got in the cars. Alice and I sat in the back so we could talk and Matty and his friend could talk in the front. The first hour of the journey went by pretty quick and we made good progress. However as we came to go through one of the main cities en route the traffic got pretty bad. We weren’t at a stand still, we were just caught up in traffic heading either to the shopping centre or to the football. We crawled along for about 20 minutes and finally got through the build up and were on our way again. About 5 minutes later we got a call from the other car saying that they were going to stop at the services to get some drinks and something to eat. We told them we would meet them there and 5 minutes later we pulled into the services and found where they were parked. We parked up and got out and Matty asked if we were coming in. We both said no and we asked him to bring us drinks. We stood at the side of the car chatting with the others and when they came back they gave us our coffees and we stood for a while drinking them and eating our snacks. When we finished we got back in the car and we set off again. We had been driving for an hour or so when Alice suddenly leaned over and whispered “I really need to pee”. I too had been feeling the effects of the coffee but I was just starting to feel the need to pee. I looked at her and noticed she was squirming slightly and bouncing her legs and I asked how bad she had to go. She told me she was getting really desperate and the coffee wasn’t helping. She asked how much further we had to go and when I told her we had about 30 minutes she squirmed and squeezed her legs. I said if she wanted we could stop off somewhere. I knew there was a town coming up and we could go to the supermarket if she needed to. She shook her head and said she was good then leaned in close and whispered “I didn’t pee when we stopped before despite needing to so there is no need to stop”. I looked at her puzzled and just as I was about to ask why she didn’t pee she said “when we stopped before I needed to pee a little and was going to go but then I decided it might be fun to wait and see if I could make it all the way, especially when adding a cup of coffee into the mix”. I felt myself getting turned on with the knowledge she had done this on purpose and then got even more aroused when she continued and said “and not only that, I figured you would enjoy being in the back of the car with me whilst I was dying to pee and unable to”. I just nodded, my mind so aroused that I was unable to form words. For the next 20 minutes as we drove along I enjoyed watching her squirm and bounce her legs. If that wasn’t sexy enough she kept whispering in my ear how badly she needed to pee and how close she was to wetting her knickers. She suddenly moaned in my ear and told me she had just dribbled a little and was getting dangerously close to having an accident. I told her we were almost there and she told me she hoped so as she was really bursting. Every so often she would moan and tell me that some more had dribbled out and she was struggling to hold it back. After a few minutes of this she gasped and when I asked what was wrong she looked at the guys in the front seat and when she saw they weren’t looking she took my hand slid it up her skirt. She pressed my fingers against her knickers and I felt a wet spot on them. When I touched it she told me she had leaked. I moaned as I felt the pee spot on her knickers. Knowing she was starting to wet herself out of utter desperation was making me so horny. She winked at me and said “oh and just so you know, that isn’t all from pee”. That just made it so much hotter, she was as turned on as I was and that was just wonderful. She kept moaning each time she leaked and as we pulled onto the road that leads down to the little village where we were staying she grabbed my arm and said she was spurting into her knickers and didn’t know how much longer she could wait. She was now holding herself under her skirt and squirming like crazy. We reached the village and drove past the caravan park as we were too early to check in but we planned it that way intending to spend a couple of hours in the village getting some lunch and having a look round. Giving those who hadn’t been before the grand tour. As we pulled into the car park we rang the others to tell them where we were. As we parked up I pointed out a building nearby the entrance to the car park and told Alice that they were the public toilets. She shook her head and said “no way, I’m about to burst right now”. As soon as the car stopped she pushed me to get out as we had put luggage on the other side of her. I quickly opened the door and got out and she jumped out after me, squatted down and before she even had to chance to lift up her skirt all the way she released a torrent of pee through her knickers and all over the floor. She let out a huge sigh of relief as she emptied her bladder and it just kept coming and coming. No wonder she had been bursting. Eventually her stream died down and she moaned out that it had felt so good. She stood up and wiped off her legs where drops of pee had ran down when she started peeing. She giggled when she saw the three of us just staring at her and said “what? I really had to go”. She went over to the bathroom and I went with her. We went inside and she lifted up her skirt and showed me her soaking wet knickers. They looked so sexy and I could just how wet my own knickers were from my arousal. She grabbed some tissue and wiped herself down and then headed back outside. I went and pee’d and whilst I was there I had to relieve myself. I brought myself to a wonderful trembling orgasm thinking about what had just happened. I cleaned myself up and went back outside to where everyone was and I told Alice what I had just done and she said “mmmmm, how nice, I will have to do the same later on”. We went and got some lunch and then went and checked into our caravan and unpacked and whilst we were sat chilling out I couldn’t help but think about how she had deliberately made herself desperate and got herself so close an accident. Not simply because she knew I enjoyed it like she had done before. This time she had done because she had grown to enjoy it. I asked her about how if had felt and she told me she now understood why I liked it so much. The feeling of almost losing control was nice but that moment when you release the pressure and finally pee felt so wonderful. She told me she had never been that desperate before and was falling in love with how it felt. I was happy that I had awakened her love for omorashi and I now had someone else to enjoy it with. I just didn’t know just how much that would be true. To be continued.
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  4. So... It's been a long time since I've wet myself. Too long really. But most of the time I've ever done it, it's usually very planned and very deliberate. Not this time. A usual day at work sees me going to the bathroom at least twice: once around halfway through my shift and another time just after I clock out to leave for the night. Maybe it was because it was busy, maybe I just got distracted, I'm not sure. All I know is that I never got a chance to use the bathroom today, and it definitely made my bladder feel insanely full for a good portion of my shift. I drink a lot of water to keep hydrated and all of it inevitably made its way into my bladder over the day. So by the time I'm walking out the door after hours once I'm done with everything, I'm pee dancing. Like legit "will squirt into my boxers if I cough or forget to keep my muscles tensed" kind of pee dance. The drive home is maybe ten minutes, not even on a good day, and it's 9:45 at night with no traffic. I take that chance. Every little bump and vibration is an absolute nightmare. My bladder probably feels the size of a grapefruit by now. I've done a measurement before and I know (when completely full) my bladder can hold at least 20-25 ounces. Obviously problematic should I ever have to pee in a bottle. I'm two minutes from my house when the panic sets in. My palms are sweaty, my thighs are pressed tightly together, and every time I have to move my foot onto the brake pedal is agony. Above all odds, I make it into the driveway and hobble up the driveway. It's a long dash to the end, to relief, but... That would have been too easy. Three locks: an outer screen door, a deadbolt, and the actual knob. Three locks stand between me and ecstasy for a bladder beyond full. The urge to pee, as we all know, increases immensely when unlocking doors. The screen door is open when a hard spasm bends me over and a burst of pee saturates my boxers. I moan, both out of equal frustration and relief, as I keep fighting with my key ring. The deadbolt is next. Another hard spurt. I'm starting to feel the warmth spread down my leg at this point and pool up in my right shoe. The last lock is done, and so is my bladder. I'm halfway down the hall, the toilet less than a few feet away, when I can hold on no longer. Another hard spurt breaks the seal and the audible hiss is all I hear as I make it into the bathroom. I rip down my zipper and try to get myself situated in front of the bowl, but the damage is already done. It's at least an 85/15 split of how much pee made it into my pants compared to the toilet. The floor is wet. My hands are wet. Even my socks don't escape the flood. I'm completely alone in the house and yet I still myself feel my face flush a deep shade of red as I peel off the drenched pants and hang them up to dry a bit before they'll inevitably go into the washing machine. I don't have any pictures. I wish I did honestly, but that was probably the last thing on my mind at the moment. All I know is this: that was probably the most exciting thing that's happened to me in the last month or so and I'm honestly craving for it to happen again... Not that I don't like deliberate wettings, but the unexpected and uncontrolled ones are just so hot. That's all I've got for now. Enjoy! And do share if you feel the same as I do :)
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  5. I don't really know who those are o.o
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  6. I just wrote a story about car journey desperation and it reminded me of a similar incident with my mum. I have a few tales about my mum being desperate and having accidents and I keep meaning to post them. Now I am thinking about that time I will start this thread and hopefully get around to updating it. So this story happened when I was 12. We had been invited to go and stay with some family in Scotland for New Years and we decided to go up and spend a week there and enjoy a little holiday and spend some time with family as we don’t get to see them that often. We enjoyed Christmas and then the day after boxing day we went up. Our Uncle was going too and said we could get a lift with him so on that morning we got up and got ready. Our mum told us not to have any breakfast as Uncle Alan had said he would take us out for some breakfast. He came and picked us up and we went to the local carvery pub where they do a breakfast buffet and it's all you can eat. We enjoyed a nice big breakfast to set us up for the day and then we got back in the car and set off. The drive up there usually takes about 5-6 hours depending on traffic and is straight forward, just get on one motorway, come off onto another motorway and drive for ages and then come off onto another motorway. As we drove along Casey and I chatted and messed about in the back seat whilst my mum and Alan talked up front. We weren’t paying attention to where we were and before we knew it 3 hours had passed. We pulled into a services so we could get out and stretch our legs and get drinks and use the facilities if we needed to. We went inside and Casey and I looked around the shop whilst they went and used the bathroom. Afterwards we bought some drinks and went back to the car. My mum and Alan had both got a cup of tea and sat and drank them before we set back off again. About an hour later we were in Scotland and as we drove along I was just in awe of the beautiful scenery. We continued on the motorway for about 20 minutes before coming off and driving on the A roads. My attention was caught by my mum asking if there was anywhere soon we could stop. Alan asked if she was alright and she said she was fine, she could just really do with a pee. We were pretty much surrounded by fields and hills so there was nothing immediately available but he said he would keep an eye out. As time passed I noticed she was shifting in her seat and after 15 minutes she moaned and said “I hope we come across something soon, I’m busting”. Alan laughed and mentioned the cup of tea at the services. She laughed and said “yeah, not to mention those two cups of coffee earlier”. I suddenly remembered that she had had two cups of coffee and some juice at breakfast. Which was surprising as usually when we go on long journeys in the car she usually refrained from drinking a lot, especially tea and coffee. Another 10 minutes or so passed and she was really squirming and making desperate noises. Suddenly Alan said “oh there was a sign there for a garden centre”. My mum looked round and said “can we stop off please, I am dying for a wee”. We drove on for five more minutes and it came into view. As we pulled into the car park she checked to see if it was open. When she saw it was she sighed in relief and then said “oh god I hope they have a public bathroom”. When we parked up we all got out and headed inside. Casey and I wandered ahead looking for the bathroom and we found the sign that pointed them out. We shouted to our mum and she came hurrying down towards me. As I stood waiting for her Casey had wandered off. My mum reached me and I pointed out the sign. We walked down the aisle to the back of the store and went through a door marked toilet. Beyond it were two doors, one for ladies and one for men. She dashed towards the ladies and when she pushed the door she found it locked. She moaned that maybe you had to get a key or something from the counter but when Alan tried the men's door it was open. I then told her it might be Casey in there and when she knocked on the door Casey answered. My mum told her to be quick and started pee dancing on the spot. Alan told her to use the men’s but she wouldn’t so he went in instead. She started pacing on the spot and holding herself. After only 30 seconds she knocked again and said “oooo hurry up Casey, I’m nearly wetting myself”. She resumed pacing and bobbing and then there was a sound of a toilet flushing. She looked round in anticipation only to find Alan coming out of the men’s room. She looked between the two doors hesitantly then said “oh god its no good, I can’t wait”. She dashed into the men’s room and quickly shut the door. Casey came out not long after and asked where mum was. Alan pointed to the men’s room and we stood waiting for her. She seemed to be a while and when she came out she smiled and said how better she felt. I didn’t think anything at the time but I now do wonder whether she was a while because she didn’t quite make it and had a little accident. Either way I still enjoyed watching her dance and squirm.
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  7. Here are some freeze frames from a recent HD Diapers video with Alisha. In the video, she gets her soaking wet baby style diaper changed. WARNING: These images contain nudity-
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  8. Curtiousy

    February 18th 2017 Today has been a very busy eventful day. It all started back on Valentine's Day, my little brother became engaged to his girlfriend, and my hubby has a few weeks off until he starts his new career. We had guests over, to me it was a big deal and my hubby helped and went with it, so I was planning a little special thing with him ^^ We had some drama stirred up by someone but my hubby kept the peace and swiftly dealt with it. Watching him with such control makes me want to be a naughty girl for him. So I purposely planned something riske, I also made sure I drank a bit of extra water too ^^ Despite what recently happened I choose to go ahead with it. I went upstairs, everyone was still visiting and socializing and I had to go upstairs anyways to get a few things but I didn't need help. My hubby didn't know that when I asked him to help me in a few minutes. I dressed up in one of my dark blue with black shaded baby dolls with black thigh highs, I was already in a dark blue gstring, I put a towel on the end of the bed and fixed my hair quickly. My hubby finally came in and I pushed him towards the bed telling him to remove his pants. I was undoing his belt and button and then as soon as his pants dropped I pushed him on the bed and spread his legs. I crawled between his legs and rested some weight with my elbow as I played with him. (I didn't neglect the jewels) I needed to pee really bad, so I arched my butt up abit, proceeded to give him some appreciation as I began to pee. The pee came rushing out And you could hear the dripping on the towel. I teased him as I peed and as soon as I was finished I made him climax amazingly hard. I made sure to get it all before getting off the bed, revealing the front my my wet gstring. I got changed real fast and went back down stairs. No one knew what happened.
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  9. (So this is the first fanfic I have written, I hope you all enjoy. MESSING WARNING!) Winter Schnee sat at the conference table, her stomach gurgling with need. She felt the tightness of her belt squeezed her guts and her bladder making the pain all the more agonizing. She desperately wanted to fart to relieve some pressure but could not find an opportunity. She prayed that she could keep it all in, the panties she wore were tight and white. There would be no hiding her mess nor her swollen bladder that would inevitably fill them if she did not get permission to use the restroom, She regretted having that coffee and not using the toilet before leaving for this meeting about Beacon’s recent “incidents” involving damages to the restrooms and since she was representing Atlas’s security forces there she had to be there for the meeting. She felt the magma like substance that was her feces churn and bubble in her bowels and the burning liquid slosh in her bladder as she began to look more pale than usual with her stomach making a somewhat audible gurgling. She felt so ashamed of being belittled by bodily needs like this, She was a Atlas Specialist for remnant's sake! She was determined to make it to the toilet whether her underwear was stained her not. Her bowels filled up with the hellish magma as she grinds her plump ass into her chair trying to stave off a fart that had been bubbling at her anus for the past minuet. She was waiting for the right moment to let it out as it bubbles and threatens to burst out as she kept grinding her ass into her seat as she clenched as hard as she could. Her moment arises when Ozpin put on some footage of a duel that was interrupted by a bad accident due to the toilet being damaged. The sound of the fight allowed her to let out a loud and relieving fart. It lasted for four seconds and she looked much more relaxed now but her stomach roared at her as her magma like sludge began to move through her bowels to her relaxed anus. She instinctively clenched her anus and ass cheeks closed to desperately stop the mixture from leaving her body.She felt her bladder try to relax as she clenched her anus. She slightly whimpers in her seat as her hand reluctantly went to her pants and squeezed the crotch of them as she ground her ass into the seat She finally stood up after five more agonizing minutes and looked to Ozpin, She asked him “M-May I be excused? I have an urgent matter to attend to…” Her hand rested on her stomach as she stood there with her innards fighting her and her bladder was clearly prominent against her waistband as her panties clung to her lower parts like tape. Ozpin nodded and pointed to the door “You are excused, We understand.” Winter nodded and left the room in a hurry. She then shamelessly shoved her hands to her two desperate exits as she clasped them closed tightly. She began to speed walk to the nearest toilet in a desperate rush with a fart slipping out of her anus and her bladder forcing a spurt into her poor panties. She then quickly rushed as she saw the restroom close to her until her stomach cramped and caused her to hit the floor near the door. She whimpered as she whispered under her breath after all of that training and practice, she was defeated by a case of the Schnee Shits. Her anus forced itself open with a loud fart and gurgle from her overtaxed guts. The slow and hot magma like substance flowed out of her anus and began to pile into her panties. It filled and filled until it began to flow out of the panties and flow down her pants staining them brown. Her bladder also gave way spurt after spurt until it flowed out of her pussy into her panties and pants, staining the front of her pantis yellow. She whimpered with a few tears welling in her eyes. “Damn coffee…” She muttered as she continued her release.
    2 points
  10. This was in fact the case! I still had tons of liquid left in me, and it all cycled through to my bladder very fast as my kidney's were on overdrive, and my bladder was too tired to hold a goddamn thing. Even though it was only a roughly 30 minute drive, I almost wet myself in the car trying to make it home. Of course, this was a no go. Luckily it was well dark by this point so the second I got out of the car at home, I peed right there on the ground, not wanting to risk someone being in the bathroom already when I got in the house. I had a few close calls during the night, I made it each time. I went to sleep and had those dreams you get when you have to pee in your sleep. Again close, but I woke up to make it just fine. Holding my morning pee was the worst. I wanted to try and hold it in though, and re-wet my outfit from the previous day in the shower when I couldn't. Unfortunately, my mother got home just as I was getting up to do so, so I just did it in the toilet to avoid the riskiness. But yeah, you are totally right. I'm even still feeling the tired ache today, like I've de-buffed my holding capacity. On that note, I'm going to hit reply and go use the washroom, as thinking about this is making me really feel it again.
    2 points
  11. Hey everyone, thanks so much for all the offers, but I think I've got someone perfect. I really do wish I could offer payment, however I struggle to pay for shelter and food, let alone pay people to help with my hobbies. I'll have this done eventually, but it's taking so much longer than I thought it would and it's getting so much bigger than I could have imagined when I started working on it. I'm also sick right now and can barely think straight, so I'm not writing at the moment. So thanks again, and I hope you all enjoy the story when I'm finally done with it.
    2 points
  12. Pee Book List

    I'm a very avid reader, and I love it when I come across an omorashi scene in a book. There are a few forum posts about this, so I'm guessing some of you do too. The information on the forums is great, but it could be better organized. That's why I am proud to present, in the vein of the Full Compiled Anime/Manga List Project (this one https://omorashi.org/topic/23841-full-compiled-animemanga-omorashi-scene-database-project/ )... THE PEE BOOK LIST! So here's the link: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1OEsBsyySn_63MRT0hbofWyJNOt9foxvxmbyFtKQT0s8/edit#gid=973794901 And here's how it works. Title, Author and Genre: Pretty self-explanatory. Character: This indicates the age and sex of the character(s) in the omo scene, Man, Woman, Boy, and Girl. For teenage characters, Boy and Girl are used. Tags: These are some indicators of what the scene features, such as desperation, outdoor peeing and fear wetting. Rating: This category is only used for the comic list. It's basically the same one as the Pee Movie List, with ratings of Explicit, Stream, Wetness, Tame and implied. (No Audio rating; not sure how that would work in a comic.) Link: A link to the book for your reading pleasure. Nine times out of ten it's a Google Book preview which will take you right to the scene in question. I currently have all the books listed in this thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/29379-the-return-of-book-omorashi-scenes/ , plus some of my own, and I'll add the ones from the older longer thread in the near future. If you find a new scene you can post it here (the list isn't open to editing) or at the link above and I'll add it to the list. Let me know what you think. Enjoy!
    1 point
  13. One winter evening in January 2011(?), I was meeting a guy I'd had a couple okay dates with for dinner at a restaurant I'd never been to before. I had a general idea of where it was, but I wasn't entirely sure. I was meeting him directly from work, so it was a good forty-minute drive, and I really needed to pee long before I even got in that area. I was also still in my work clothes: black work pants, white top, black sweater, black hooded peacoat. My growing desperation distracted me to the point I drove right past the restaurant, and had to call him to ask for more specifics. I was getting irritable, too, as I squirmed in my seat and he couldn't tell me exactly where it was. I found the place, and he came to my car after I parked it. Although I had told him about my fetish, and showed him my videos on our second date, I didn't want him to think I was trying to force my fetish upon him by showing up ready to piss in my pants. I felt somewhat better when I stood up, more room for my bladder to expand, but I wasted no time getting into the restaurant; I even went to the wrong door at first. He commented that I was in a hurry, and I told him I was freezing. The restaurant was pretty busy, Friday fish fry, and I had to stand with my legs crossed while we waited for a table. It was also very dark in there, when we did get seated, I felt like I was sitting in a cave, I couldn't see five feet in front of me, let alone pinpoint the restroom. I couldn't sit still, I was on the verge of an accident, and I had to ask him where the restroom was. He said he had no idea where the ladies' room was, only the men's, so I had to wait to ask the waitress, fidgeting the whole time, sitting on one foot, and he laughed at me a little. I laughed, too, because at least he seemed to think my reaction to my predicament was sort of cute. When our waitress finally arrived, I ordered a diet Coke and asked where the restroom was. She pointed out the general direction, and I hurried that way as fast as I could, my legs tightly together. I wanted to hold myself, but knew that wouldn't be proper in this family restaurant. Just as I reached the restroom, two older ladies were going in, and I followed them. But, to my utter dismay, there were only two stalls, and they beat me to them. I think I may have cursed out loud, or maybe they could just see me pacing the floor, because one of them kept apologizing to me. I couldn't say anything, I couldn't even pace back and forth anymore, I had to stop and cross my legs and focus everything on not losing it, but a long gush escaped, and wet my work pants halfway down to my knees, and I couldn't help but whimper and panic. I had regained control, but I knew it was only a temporarily victory. I couldn't even remember when I'd last hit the restroom, and had drank at least two liters of water that day, as usual. The same lady who'd apologized told me she'd be right out, I heard the toilet flush, but it seemed to take her forever to put herself together, and I was on the verge of losing it again, and I knew that once I did, I wouldn't be able to stop until most of the pee was out of me. Finally, she came out, and I hobbled into the stall, just as I lost the battle with my bursting bladder. I began peeing down my legs and couldn't stop, even as I finally pulled my pants down (the lace thong I didn't even bother with) and finished on the toilet. I was fairly confident my date wouldn't notice I'd had an accident; I had wet the same pants too many times to remember, in broad daylight, and this was a dark restaurant. And, he didn't notice, and I didn't tell him.
    1 point
  14. soaked jeans

    This morning, I woke up and left the house in a hurry without peeing. I went on a short road trip and stopped for lunch. I enjoyed a mango daiquiri with my meal, along with a lot of water. I was wearing pale blue jeans during the trip and I didn't change when I got home. Eventually, my drinks caught up with me and I started dribbling. I even tried using my hand to stop the pee because I was busy and I didn't want to pee my pants but I didn't want to use the restroom as well. My efforts were pointless and now my jeans are really cold and they're clinging to my legs. The darker patch on my pants is lovely, though. My jeans are glistening from the absurd amount of pee I had been holding.
    1 point
  15. Hey guys. I posted this earlier in the wrong place by accident, soooo here's the same three screenshots I took from a wetting I did yesterday, after a few hours of holding. I couldn't post the actual video because the file's too big, but this kind of covers the whole thing lol. Sorry about that old dishrag of a pair of underwear, I don't like wetting in my good pairs. Don't know how many of you are into the male wetting thing, but I hope you enjoy! :)
    1 point
  16. I wouldn't quite call this a fetish, but it's something I enjoy doing. I don't like leaving my room in general, but I really don't like the cold ass bathroom. We go through a lot of water bottles, sometimes I save a few. Generally when I wake up and have to pee really badly, instead of struggling to get to the bathroom, I just grab a bottle. I don't have a small penis, I just put the tip up to the bottle. So what do you think?! Anyone else enjoy using things/places other than the bathroom? Since I was a kid, I remember enjoying the activity of peeing in various outdoor places. I figure someone else must have experienced this! What are your thoughts?
    1 point
  17. Holding a full bladder until I burst and pee everywhere, no nudity I feel that's the best video I've shot so far, so I share it with you :) Looking foward to read you Dlavad http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/-a-va-pas-la-t-te-massive-desperation-wetting-30137591
    1 point
  18. Here are some samples from Ryann Rain's recent selfie photo set on HD Diapers. For those of you who already have an HD Diapers membership, the entire gallery features more than 50 photographs.
    1 point
  19. Holding her pee makes Alisha horny. The more desperate she is to go, the more aroused she gets. Watch in this video as she pushes herself past the breaking point, holding so long that she wets her pants. At the start of the video, Alisha is already extremely desperate to pee. Wearing light khaki pants and a red t-shirt, she dances around, holding herself, growing aroused by the sensations from her achingly full bladder. Thoroughly enjoying the feeling, she doesn’t want to end it by using the toilet. So, she makes herself keep holding until she ultimately can’t take it any longer. Unable to hold back, she ends up peeing in her khaki pants. After she finishes peeing in her pants, she is more turned-on than ever. Extremely horny, she takes off her soaking wet pants revealing her saturated gray cotton panties underneath. Sitting on the floor in her wet underwear, she masturbates in them. The feeling of the warm, wet fabric against her clitoris is beyond her power to regulate. It isn’t long before she is overcome by an earth-shattering orgasm. Taking a moment to collect herself, she removes her soaked panties. With a blissful smile on her face, she says “goodbye” and the video comes to an end.
    1 point
  20. 4H wetting

    Sat 28th 2017 of January Today was a very bold day for me, I stepped outside of my comfort zone and decided to wet In public.It all started when I was invited to a 4H event by my friends little cousin. There was a lot of vendors, animal pens, it was unusually warm for this time of year. I hadn't slept yet but I wanted to go. We took my car, its bigger to fit 3 ppl =D (spacious back seat), and I have emergency supplies in the trunk and jumpers, flair gun, water, blankets, dry food, etc, a change of clothes.We swung by Tim Hortons to get XL beverages✌️, and cruised an hour to go to the event. I hate warm coffee so I drank mine rather fast, but coffee always leave me thirsty, so as soon as we pulled in, I bought a litre of water. I made quick work of that. We went to visit the animals, some local cultural stuff as well, most importantly the 4H in support of my friends cousin.Everything lasted longer then I was hoping. I had that feeling that I was gonna need to pee and it would be soon. So I ttold them that I shouldn't of drank so much, I was really needing to pee.I started to look around frantically, I refuse to use the nasty portable bathrooms, and that was all that was available =(So I decided to attempt to wait until we leave. I don't think we were leaving anytime soon and I'm the driver!! A hour passed, and Damnit!! I was desperate now, I sat on the Bench and watched my friends have fun. My legs were shaking really bad and a little bit came out, only to make the need intensify. I picked a wonderful day to wear a white skirt with no nylons, bare legs, at least I waxed my legs the day before ^.^I figured if I paced about, it would help but no, it didn't do anything. I was gonna burst, I saw the lineups and children so I started to sneak off back to the car, maybe I can find a private area to sqwat, nope. I couldn't move my legs and felt very nervous and anxious. I made my way to a less occupied area unaware that one of my friends was almost right behind me.i bent partially over and stuck out my ass a bit and began to pee in what I was wearing. The pressure was so much, that pee seeped through my skirt and streaked down in a few miniature forks. I bit my lower lip as I thought I was being careful, relieving the aching pains of my bladder. I felt like I peed for awhile, my legs were evident up close, and the front of my white skirt got semi transparent, showing a blue hint of colour. So embarrassing. I turned around to sneak to my car. "Oh f*ck" was the words that escaped my mouth as I saw my friend. He took off his jacket and covered me which was nice and reassured me accidents happen a lot, especially when portables are used and gross. I made it to the car and grabbed my extra clothes and went in the back, covering myself with my blanket I had and changed. Now that I feel better, I was ready to enjoy the rest of the day, =}
    1 point
  21. Curtiousy

    I get really turned on pleasing him, weird I know :(
    1 point
  22. A, two reasons: I like her having a happy childhood I like the "buffs" - knowledge is good, the penalty in flying doesn't matter at all imo. Who needs to play Quidditisch? I didn't like the concept of the game very much, it felt totally imbalanced. Field goals doesn't matter in approx. 95% of all matches. Only catching this stupid Snitch is relevant to the game. Why not get rid of all the other useless players alltogether? No, that was very bad design. (Just like the fighting in Harry Potter. No defensive spells like in the Dungeon & Dragon game? A one year can unarm a fully trained combat wizard with one "level 1" spell? Counterspells who rely on countering what another person casts? Laughable, the time it takes you to process which spell the other says (if the spell isn't ten words long) takes as long as to finish the spell -> it is absolutly impossible to counter a one-word spell. No spells like magic missle, firearrow, firebold or things like that? Luckily the books have other huge qualities and the fighting is just a small part)
    1 point
  23. TLTD-65

    View File TLTD-65 So there are three girls in costumes wetting themselves. One of them gets helped with a vibrator, another one just wets herself at the closed door, and the third one wets herself in captivity with hands of her captors all over her body. There is the fourth part featuring nudity/groping and humiliation, so WARNING! CONTAINS NUDITY! Submitter Calb Submitted 01/18/2017 Category Female Wetting
    1 point
  24. There was a custom feature that allowed you to download all files at once, but it has to be re-implemented on the new site when the admin gets the chance.
    1 point
  25. Here's one from an accident I had on college campus.
    1 point
  26. I got that one! Happy fapping. DpMSummerCuffed2TreeExposedTeased.mp4
    1 point
  27. I agree completely. Would love to see the video.
    1 point
  28. Ryann recorded this video of herself outside, desperate to pee, and wetting her jeans. In this video we find Ryann Rain outside, apparently locked out, and extremely desperate to pee. Recording the video herself with her phone, she describes her situation and how badly she to pee. Unable to hold it any longer, she squats down and pees through her jeans, all over the deck. We can see her pee stream force its way between her fingers and it pushes through her jeans. The denim fabric grows dark and glistens with wetness as she pees her pants. Standing up mid stream, rivers flow down her legs to the ground. Finally, she is done peeing, but her pants are soaked. Simultaneously embarrassed and relieved, she takes a moment to show of her soaked jeans before the video comes to an end.
    1 point
  29. Well science always wants to know about anything and everything which is not bad. But I do not see what difference it makes in the real world......If a women is capable and excited enough to squirt then I think that is a very good thing regardless of what the make up of the fluid is.
    1 point
  30. I tried to quick run to the store but I underestimated my timing and got caught by the train... I started to leak but couldn't stop I tried with everything I had, but ended up accidentally peeing my pants... I was planning on doing it at home and didn't want a wet car seat but mother nature had other plans for my swollen bladder
    1 point
  31. My best friend in freshman year lived in a town about twenty miles away, so every day she had endure a 30 minute bus ride. I guess one time she didn't go to the toilet before leaving her house, and really had to pee by the time she arrived at school, which is when I met her. She was visibly desperate. We were seated next to each other, and I could see her fidgeting and grabbing her crotch. First hour was english class (second language for us), and she asked the teacher whether she could leave for the toilet - which was rejected. She acted like it didn't bother her, but I could clearly see that she'd basically jammed her hand in her crotch. At the end of the lesson, she went to the toilet, and I could see a wet spot on her sexy black jeans. She was basically running towards the bathroom, with every stride showing her sexy panty line. She came out a bit later, and I didn't get another chance to look at her crotch, but I definitely saw a little wet spot between her legs as she was running towards the toilet. Sexy as hell. Her panties were wet as fuck I'm sure. Imagine if the bathroom had been occupied - I still dream about what would've happened. I have another story. If you want me to share it, tell me.
    1 point
  32. Is the dark theme going to be added anytime soon? I like to browse Omo.Org at night usually and the white glow from my monitor is really bright.
    1 point
  33. The first time I wet myself in front of my husband Tom we had only been going out for a couple of months, so he was my boyfriend then rather than my husband. It was getting fairly serious and I wanted to talk to him about what I feel about wetting. That is to say, to tell him that it turns me on to be desperate and wet myself, and that it would excite me to see him desperate or wetting himself. Unfortunately I was really nervous about talking about it and I kept chickening out and not saying anything about it. Which was frustrating. So I had an idea. What if instead of telling him I like desperation I were to show him? I didn't think it through in advance, which is completely unlike me, it just occurred to me one Sunday whilst we were browsing shops at our local shopping centre (one of those big building with lots of shops, not a street with shops on the side). We stopped for some food soon afterward and I ordered, and drank, an extra-large diet soft drink (I don't drink sugar) with lunch. I normally wouldn't drink much in public as I'd prefer not having to pee if I could avoid it but my plan for the day had become "Get desperate, noticeably desperate. Go to Tom's place. Go pee, in the toilet . Jump him. Let him figure out what made me want him so much at that point in time." And if he didn't work it out I could always just repeat the process later. For future reference it was a pretty warm day and I was wearing a light-weight red cotton dress cut a little above the knee and thongs (or flip-flops? Jandles? rubber things for your feet. I don't wear underwear thongs). I don't remember what underwear I had on. Probably black hipsters if I'm playing the odds, most my knickers are. In hindsight I could have always just have pretended to be desperate. That would have been a more controllable plan. I think I thought I could be more believable if my need was real, and more passionate afterward. Tom wanted to leave and go back to his place after we'd eaten, and I'd drunk . I needed time for the soft drink to get to me though so I dragged Tom into a bunch of stores that neither of us really wanted to be in. Eventually I judged that I was full enough that by the time we had got to Tom's car and driven to his place I'd need to go fairly, though not dangerously, badly. So I let Tom know I'd looked at everything I wanted to. Unfortunately my aimless shopping had given Tom time to think about things that he wanted to look at. And since I'd just dragged him around I could hardly object. After about half an hour, I guess, I was ready to "abort the mission" and just go pee in the shopping centre toilets. I'm pretty much fine with those particular toilets. I know where they are and I don't need to ask anyone about them. But Tom said that there was only one more shop he wanted to look at and it was right near his car (I don't have any recollection of what shop it was, that wasn't the focus of my attention) so I made the decision to walk past the toilets and hang on. Tom took ages in that store! By the time he was done I was having a hard time hiding the fact I was desperate to pee. If we'd been near the toilets at this point I'd have used them. But there weren't any between where we were and the car. I could have made us walk back to them but I didn't want to put Tom out again and I didn't want to give up my plan. I was busting but I was also feeling "sensitive" (those were linked ) and I wanted to get to Tom's place as soon as possible so I could solve both those problems. As soon as we sat down in Tom's ancient Mazda I casually announced that I really should have used the toilet whilst we were in the shopping centre. Tom immediately offered to go back inside with me, he's so nice, but I said that I could wait. I was still certain I was going to make it. Tom has since got rid of that particular car. Partly because it didn't even pretend to have a functioning suspension system. I'd never been busting in Tom's car before that. It was much worse on my bladder then driving literally any other car! I started wriggling about in my seat a little. I actually prefer to sit as still as possible when I need to pee really badly, I was acting the way people expect a desperate woman to act so that when we got closer to Tom's place and I announced that I was desperate to pee it wouldn't seem to come from nowhere. I was concentrating so much on looking like I needed to pee, and on not actually peeing, that I didn't notice Tom had pulled into the tiny parking lot of a local picture framing place. He must have seen my face because he asked my if I minded him having a quick look at some frames. I did mind. I was worried that a delay at this point could lead to wet knickers later. But I told him I didn't mind at all and went into the shop with him. It turns out that the framing shop had the sort of frames that Tom was looking for so he could mount some prints of book covers he had bought earlier. They are really cool and we still have them on our living room wall! But helping him pick frames just wasn't something I had any interest in dealing with at the time and I just went to the back of the shop and stared at something, more frames I guess. I felt sure I was going to wet myself in the store. Whilst Tom negotiated prices with the frame guy his girlfriend was going to soak the carpet in front of the gilded edges. I was panicking. I don't know what I'd have done if I did wet myself there, but I was seriously trying to work it out. Pretend I hadn't and refuse to acknowledge it? Run away? Disappear into a hole it the ground that must surely conveniently open up? Finally Tom was done talking to the frame guy and we left the store. Straight away he asked me what was wrong. I could hardly deny it. I'd been of no help at all with the frames and wasn't talking. So I admitted that I had to pee really badly. He suggested I go back in the store and ask to use their toilet. I didn't explain it to Tom, but I would sooner wet my pants than ask to use a staff toilet. That just isn't something I could do. So instead I told him I'd be all right, but could we go to his place straight away. If I mentioned that the lack of suspension in the Mazda when we were driving between the shopping centre and the framing place was terrible on my bladder then I really have to emphasize that now it was absolutely horrific. I could feel every dip and bump in the road. And they all made we feel like I was about to pee myself. But I could hardly have an accident in the car literally two minutes after I'd said I'd be ok and didn't need to ask to use the framing place's toilet. I wasn't wriggling around any more, I couldn't, I'd have bust. Tom asked me again if I was ok. I tried to respond but started crying instead. I was so scared I was going to pee my pants in my boyfriends car. A boyfriend I hadn't had long enough to be sure that it wouldn't be relationship damaging. He kept asking me what was wrong (he does that a lot!) and eventually I reiterated that I was dying for a pee. I think he'd assumed that if I'd had to go as badly as I did I'd have asked at the framing place and so had discounted that possibility. He consoled me and said that it would be ok and we were nearly at his place. I laid my handbag over my lap as casually as I could and slipped my hand up my dress. I don't find holding myself helps very much but in this particular situation I was ready to try anything that might keep the car dry. It didn't help that day either and successive bumps turned my knickers damp, and then wet beneath my fingers. The car pulled up and I was about to resign myself to the inevitable and let go what I realized that we weren't at a traffic light. We were in front of Tom's house! I'd been so focused on my bladder I had no idea where we were. I nonchalantly removed my hand from between my legs and stood up out of the car. This cost me a leak down my thigh but I managed to stop. I had to, frustratingly, wait until Tom walked round the car and was in front of me before I could walk up the pathway as I was worried that the back of my dress was going to be wet from my leaking in the car. I made it as far as the front door. I'm not good with front doors. I've made more puddles on doorsteps than anywhere else. Tom had just unlocked the front door and pushed it open. The toilet at Tom's place was literally opposite the front door. It wouldn't have been five meters. But it may as well have been five kilometers. I wasn't going to make it. I couldn't wait another second or take another step. A torrent of pee rushed out of me. Tom didn't notice and started to move into his house. I grabbed his arm firmly and he turned around to face me. I couldn't say it. I looked down at where my pee was starting to splatter on his doormat. I flicked my eyes up to check that he was looking down at my puddle. When I was finished I was so embarrassed that I started crying again. I couldn't make myself look at him. Tom gave me a quick hug and a brief (not sexy) kiss and told me to jump in the shower and pass him my clothes. I didn't have anything else to wear at his place (or wear home!). When I got to the bathroom and took off my dress I saw that there was indeed a big wet patch on the seat of it from where I'd leaked in the car. So even if I'd made it to the toilet instead of only the doorstep I'd still probably have had to admit to wetting myself. I calmed down in the shower. Whilst I certainly hadn't intended to actually wet myself at least it was only in front of Tom and he had been ok about it. Thinking back he was actually super nice considering I looked like a silly girl who couldn't gauge when she needed to pee and wet herself on his house. When I came out of the shower I found something Tom and I could do whilst I waited for my clothes to wash. It was as passionate as I'd hoped. Wetting myself always leaves me super excited and sensitive. Afterward we talked about what had happened and I confessed everything about how I'd deliberately gotten desperate so I could use it to explain the things I like. And how I'd misjudged things and was sorry for wetting his doormat and maybe his car seat (it was fine). He isn't into wetting for his own sake and I try not to wet myself in front of him outside of the bedroom. Now that he knows it doesn't embarrass me to pee my pants in front of him any more he thinks it's funny. Which embarrasses me . In the bedroom I wet my knickers regularly as foreplay and Tom has wet his briefs on top of me for my pleasure quite a few times. Which I like a lot, though not so much as if he were to wet his pants outside the bedroom. That would drive me wild! It's taken me a couple of hours to write this story and I have to pee pretty bad right now. I'm feeling quite excited remembering this stuff so after I hit post I'm going to go stand in the bath and pee in my knickers.
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  34. Well, obviously I'd like to see it if you have time to do anything!
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  35. Is there a way to increase the default viewing size in the gallery? The display size right now is entirely too small and having to view in the lightbox every time I want to see some detail is incredibly annoying. Also, dark theme WHEN.
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  36. My second experience with her was when she came to visit me at my place. I don't know my dad so I lived with my mom only who was at work. We talked for a bit when she pulled a bottle of vodka from her purse. I'd never drank before since we were both underage. I tried a sip and hated it, so I didn't really drink more. She really seemed to like it and downed about a pint of the stuff. Then (we never did anything sexual) she took her top off and put my face against her boobs. Afterwards, she wanted to have sex. I saw that she was really drunk so I told her that I wouldn't have sex with her if she was this drunk. She grudgingly accepted this and went on to lie on my bed. Then she took her skirt off. The only thing she was wearing at that point was a red lace thong (I still have the picture in my head). We mostly talked - which sounds kinda stupid, I had a barely clothed girl on my bed and we only talked, but she was drunk - and after a while she said she had to go to the toilet, but she didn't feel like getting up. We continued talking and she seemed to be getting more and more desperate, at some point she grabbed her crotch which made me really horny. Then, after like two hours, she shoved her hand between her legs and shouted that she had to go really bad. Then she jumped up and ran to the toilet. I could see her ass jiggling as she ran which was really fucking hot. After a couple of minutes she came back. I sincerely considered jerking off to her desperation while she was on the toilet. Fucking hot. Anyway, a couple of hours later she left and went home - not as drunk anymore. She asked me why I didn't have sex with her while she was drunk... Some girls..
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  37. This giant photo gallery features more than one hundred images of Alisha peeing in her jeans. Once she is done wetting her pants, she takes them off, revealing her soaked pink panties. We start off the photoset outside with Alisha, looking cute in her tight jeans and t-shirt. After a few cute poses, it becomes evident that she needs to pee. There are several dozen photos of Alisha crossing her legs, holding her crotch, and looking extremely desperate. When she does pee her pants, it starts out as just a small leak. Even though she has wet a little, she still tries to hold on. The small wet patch, however, is clearly visible. It isn’t too much longer before she accidentally leaks more, followed soon by even more leaks. Ultimately she ends up completely wetting her jeans. After she is done peeing she takes some time to show off her soaked jeans for the camera. Then, she proceeds to take off her peed in pants, revealing her wet, pink, cotton panties underneath. She shows off the wet underwear, before taking them off as well and holding them up to the camera. Full gallery available here. Preview images (Nudity Warning)-
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  38. One of my biggest sub-fetishes within omorashi is people peeing in "unusual" places--in bottles, into/onto towels, cat boxes, etc. Wish there were more videos of it.
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  39. I love peeing anywhere I can without actually damaging anything. It's super fun. For bottles though, I normally only use them to measure.
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  40. Awesome story. :) Ah don't starve... I owned the game for years but only recently got into it myself. My girl and I spent an ungodly amount of time trying to make it through winter. Then longer through spring and summer lol.
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  41. Awesome! Thank you so much for sharing!
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  42. He really should recruit some moderators asap, i think the previous ones were great moderators especially you @facade ;), but we've been patiently waiting over 7 months since the re-design. Yeah i use Stylish for lots of things, but it just doesn't work well with this site.
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  43. Amazing pics in there ^^ Long time I didn't post something there, so I'd put this one here. Despite my pants being damped at this point, I still needed to pee. Was taken about six months ago.
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  44. Lovely photos, Wetfan thankyou for sharing and keeping this thread active
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  45. Sorry... I hate to be "that guy" but a single study doesn't show the whole picture. The entire article is based on a single french study that only involved 7 participants. This is hardly enough to be considered a pilot study, and definitely not enough to be statistically valid. The methodology is extremely flawed- For one, the 7 participants were self selected, identifying themselves as "squirters" not a random population sampling. The most I think you could conclude, based on this study, is that some women believe they are "squirters" are actually urinating. I have seen this study, or different articles citing this study, shared on many fetish forums since it was first published in 2014. And though I am all for women peeing during sex, the scientist in me is bothered that so many are willing to reach this conclusion, that all squirting is urination, based on such a small and questionable study. To reach such a conclusion, you would have to ignore the other studies, with more participants, that contradict this one. Numerous other studies have identified the Skene's Gland as a source of female ejaculatory fluid, which has already been shown to be distinct from urine. More recently, studies have started to document the huge variety in sizes of the Skene's gland, some women don't have any detectable Skene's Gland at all, while others have very large Skene's Glands. So, I think we can say from the French study, cited here, that at least some women are urinating when they squirt, other studies have shown that other women can and do squirt ejaculatory fluid that is distinct from urine.
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