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  1. I've had a curiosity about wetting and secretly fantasized about it since I was in grade school. Its a fetish that's stayed with me all my life. But I've never researched or really indulged myself until recently. I'm not sure why-- I always figured it was really taboo and I was incredibly abnormal. But it was actually my discovery of this site that really spurred me to start exploring it! Public wetting specifically is where my deepest fantasies lie (I haven't quite worked up the nerve to fully act them out). That said I think I've taken some pretty bold steps recently. Before I start my story here's some vague yet revealing details about my life: I'm 5'3'', in my late 20's and have been married for 4 years (I've never told my husband about these fantasies but hopefully I can work up the courage!!!) I work part time 4 days a week as a paralegal and live in a pretty big town-- big enough to do something risqué in public without my friends hearing about it (I hope) And I'll leave the rest of my dimensions, hair color, etc up to the reader because I know people have their preferences and I'd like you to imagine me as you will! So prior to this I had to sort of un-potty train myself. I started with things like wetting my pants and shorts standing in the bath or the shower but had difficulty letting it go while clothed. It took some practice (and a glass of wine never hurt) but I've gotten competent enough to go at will more or less. I loved every moment-- the desperation, warmth, and relief most of all! I've caught myself many times now in public having to pee and fantasizing about doing it. But I never had the gall to just let go. Until today. I first felt the need to pee while I was at work-- about an hour before quitting time. The idea popped into my head when a surprise wave of desperation hit me. I started rubbing myself just thinking about it--I decided that today HAD to be the day. I got home around 1:30 like I usually do and changed into some tight button-fly levis that really hug my figure nicely. They're light blue so wet spots show up really well too--I know because I've wet these before in private. I also wore a belt, some toeless ankle boots, and a yellow vneck tshirt. I didn't wear panties though because I prefer going commando when I wet. (I go commando sometimes anyways because I like the way a rough crotch seam feels against my clit) There was a lot of pressure in my nether region and I was well past the point where I would normally head to a bathroom. But I wanted to really soak myself so I downed a glass of water before grabbing the clothes I wanted to return and left. On the way to my department stores I bought a sweet tea at McDonald's. I drank very quickly, perhaps to distract myself from my desperation, and ended up finishing before pulling into the shopping center parking lot. In the store, I took my time looking at clothes to exchange and trying things on. An hour of loitering really took its toll on my bladder! I had to stand with my legs crossed and walk briskly to lessen the pain. Not to mention a fair amount of crotch-grabbing and little dances here and there. I actually walked past the bathrooms a couple times-- but I was determined to make myself have an "accident". In moments of privacy I rubbed my pussy just thinking about how warm it would be to start peeing. But time and time again my nerves got the best of me! In my fantasies I always imagined that walking through the store with totally soaked jeans would be exhilarating. In the moment, though, all I could picture myself being was utterly embarrassed. Eventually I found a pair of black jeans I wanted to try on and hobbled over to the dressing room. I put them on and looked at myself in the mirror. I can't describe to you how tempting it was to let loose right then! I really wanted to and god knows I was bursting! My legs were visibly shaking and I could feel my heart racing. But again my nerves got the best of me... although wetting in a dressing room is something I'll have to try one day! I put my levis back on and almost lost control when I cinched my belt. At this point I had lost all confidence in myself so I threw those tight black jeans in the discard bin and made my way to the exit. I had parked my car at the far end of the parking lot because, you know, walking;'s good for you. When I stepped onto the pavement I spotted another women who must have had the same idea walking towards me from the far end. It occurred to me that this was the perfect moment to stage an accident! She was probably only 50 feet away at this point and the gap seemed to be closing fast. I was walking at a brisk pace, albeit with short, tight steps. I held my arms stiffly by my sides and my hands must have been balled up into fists. I had never actually peed my pants while walking but let me assure you in that moment it felt intensely doable! I noticed the woman shift her attention to me with a curious look. She must have been in her 50's. We were maybe 20 feet away from each other now and I was really trying hard to make myself piss. Then I felt it... I remember hearing myself quietly gasp. It was just a tiny stream at first. I looked down and noticed a very small dark spot slowly growing at the very base of my crotch. My bladder reflexively regained control of itself and cut the stream. Then, while still walking, I slowly exhaled the air I had gasped in. I looked up at the woman and felt an explosion of wetness on my pelvis. She had definitely noticed and was staring wide-eyed at the fly of my jeans. Peeing hard, I looked back down at myself to assess the damage. My jeans were thick enough and tight enough against my thighs that my pee hadn't yet found its way down one of my pant legs. But it had definitely started pooling around my crotch and shot hard up my fly and to the far sides of my thighs. I didn't let up there though-- I continued wetting as hard as I could. The stain was practically up to my waistband of my jeans and at this point and I could feel it shooting up my behind. The wetness was glistening against my crotch and you could almost see the pee streaming on the surface of the denim. I could even see pee start to pour out of the gaps between the buttons on my fly! The poor woman couldn't take her eyes off me! But she kept walking. And I kept walking. It was starting to cascade down my legs now, alternating from left to right with each step. We finally passed each other, and somehow with her gaze gone I managed to make myself pee even harder. My urine was audibly splattering on the pavement at this point. I must have left quite a trail! I continued peeing all the way back to my car. Still flooding my jeans, I quickly opened my door and hid behind it. I stood with my legs tight together and pushed my hand hard into my crotch. It was so warm-- it felt like a shower head shooting water on my clit! My chest was heaving and it felt like I was climaxing from an orgasm! I probably stood there for another 15 seconds just peeing. But it felt like a minute or more. I spread my legs a little and placed my hands against my thighs-- relaxing to let the last of my pee out. There was quite a puddle beneath me and only a little bit of fabric on my jeans that wasn't dark from wetness. I stood there for a bit basking in the warmth, letting the moment sink in... When I finally realized that I was standing in the middle of a parking lot with pee-soaked jeans, I quickly grabbed a towel from my back seat and placed on the drivers seat for me to sit on. Then I hopped in, started my car, and tore out of there! Needless to say this is one of the hottest things I've ever experienced and I plan on experimenting much more in the future. Maybe I'll share my adventures with all of you! Tell me about your first times and what you thought of mine! And let me know of any creative or exciting things I can do in the future! I can't wait to put on another show-- I'm really enthralled by the concept of 'convenience wetting' some people here engage in! Hopefully one day I'll have the courage to do something like that in public!
    5 points
  2. I don’t remember exactly when my friends found out about my tiny bladder. I just know that they realized at some point or another and that was all they needed. Whether I enjoyed it (which, naturally, I did) or hated it, it became their goal that, from time to time, they would make me as miserable as possible without making me pee myself. Now I, being an omo enthusiast, played along- pretended to be naive enough to think they wouldn’t do it, pretended to be mad when they dared me not to go… but deep down, I loved it. This particular time happened quite a while ago, although I can only speculate on exactly when it was. It was, however, one of the best experiences I’ve had and I hope you guys enjoy the story. ... I was already uncomfortable when the time came for the usual midnight shenanigans. We had all planned to leave after our raid attempt in... Destiny, I believe, but it got late and we decided to just stay the night, so we did something we had been doing since we were kids. The six of us, my best friend, his best friend, the one who’s house we were at, my best friend’s girlfriend, one of her geekier friends and me, decided to play sardines. If you’ve never heard of sardines, it’s a game very similar to hide and seek. Well… somewhat similar. One person hides and the rest search for him or her. Once one person finds the hider, that person hides with them. Once one person is left, they become the hider and the rest return to seeking for the next round. Oh, and it is played in complete darkness. Very fun even if you’re not a kid, but it can be a little scary sometimes, especially if you’re not entirely if your mental faculties aren’t running at 100%, which none of ours were. I believe we chose the first hider by age, so… let’s call her Lilith- my best friend’s gf- hid first. We went up the stairs to wait it out while she found a hiding spot, then flipped off the lights. It didn’t take very much searching as she hadn’t spent to much time in the house and didn’t know it well enough to find a good hiding spot, but even in the short amount of time I spent looking, my discomfort nearly doubled. It was part the movement, part the fear of bumping into something or someone, and part all the drinking I had been doing. I wasn’t the last one, but with the amount of squirming I did once I was safely in the hiding spot shortened the round considerably. Perhaps it was this that tipped my friends off. As we stood huddled at the top of the steps waiting for a sufficient amount of time to pass, Lilith’s friend (let’s call her Anna) looked slyly at me. “Hey, are you alright? You were moving around a lot last round,” she asked innocently. “Uh… yeah,” I replied hastily. “I’m fine.” She raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?” She persisted, a hint of playfulness creeping into her voice. “I mean, you’re looking pretty red… are you sure you don’t have to… pee?” Anna drew the last word out to a dramatic crescendo and then looked at me expectantly. I’m sure I got redder, because her innocent expression broke into a malicious smile. “Oh, you do!” She exclaimed, then, more quietly, “Well, you can’t go now. You might accidentally find (err… best friend… Calvin. Sure.) Calvin. That wouldn’t be fair, now, would it?” The friend who owned the house merely watched on with an ever growing grin before looking at his watch. “We can probably go now.” He chimed in, interrupting Anna’s teasing. He flipped the switch and led us down the stairs into the pitch black basement. Being at the end of the line heading down the steps just behind Anna, I was able to give myself a quick squeeze before going to look for Calvin. Calvin, having been to the house many times before, was significantly harder to find. Being as skinny as he was didn’t limit his hiding options either. Eventually, I found him because house owner de jure (Logan, I will call him) had found Calvin and seated himself none too skillfully next to the hiding spot, not being skinny enough to fit. After a short while, Anna found us and stood behind me. We stood there for a while, listening silently to Lilith and other friend sound off, asking where the other was and if they had found us yet. I was still fidgeting, but standing up made it easier since the button on my pants wasn’t pressing into my bladder so much. After several minutes, I felt hands creeping up my back, tickling slightly and making their way towards my shoulders. I instinctively crossed my arms over my chest, assuming that Anna would probably jokingly fondle me like she does from time to time, but I was horrified when the hands went instead to my underarms and began to tickle me. I wrenched myself away, the sudden fright and tickling combining to make my bladder lurch, a few droplets leaking out of me. After a few moments of wondering whether the sound of my movements alerted the remaining seekers, my heart stopped pounding and I decided it was safe to return to my hiding spot. After a few moments, however, I felt hands on my back again and whipped around, only to find the hands grabbing me were not Anna’s, but Logan’s. He grabbed me and held me in place while Anna returned to tickling me, although, this time, I had no means of escape. I could only jam my hands into my crotch and try to keep from crying out as I was tickled mercilessly. As I wiggled desperately trying to keep my now aching bladder from spurting into my undergarments, the tickling became more and more fierce and I began to lose control. The first squirt was tiny, barely dampening my underwear, but the second was longer and I began to panic. “Anna, please…” I begged in a whisper between fits of silent laughter, but she said nothing and continued to torment me. “I’m about to pee my pants. Come on.” Still the torture continued. The next squirt was even longer than the last two and I felt certain that the pee was visible on my tight, light blue jeans. The last spurt signaled the beginning of a constant trickle that I couldn’t seem to stop. I could feel it dripping slowly down my leg, and I began to kick at Anna, who stood in front of me. The kick to her leg made her stop and back up for a moment, but after only a second, she returned, more vicious than ever. Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. I screamed, and her hands left my body. I collapsed to my knees and jammed both hands into my crotch. The flow tapered off, but I knew that I had a huge wet spot, probably nearly half a foot, down both legs. My male friend and Lilith both came to investigate the scream and found the group of hiders, myself included. Calvin asked what I had screamed about, but I could only whimper in response. Anna explained that they had been tickling me, but no other questions were asked, and everyone basically stepped around me and left me to sit there. “Hey, guys?” Lilith called softly. “Do you mind if I use the bathroom before the next round?” “No,” Anna responded. “No, not at all.” I looked up, seeing an opportunity. Lilith wasn’t in on this yet, I figured. She might just let me go to the bathroom. I stood up slowly, clenching my bladder muscles, and stumbled over to the bathroom door where Lilith stood, just on the verge of closing it, the light on. “Wait!” I pleaded. “Wait, Lilith. Please… I have to pee so bad. Can I please go first?” She looked me up and down for a moment, assessing my hunched, desperate posture and the way my hands were locked on my crotch in the dim light that the bathroom cast out. After a short moment of deliberation, she answered. “No,” she said simply, before closing and locking the door. “NO!” I shouted through the door. “Lilly, please! I can’t hold it much longer!” I knocked loudly on the door, but when I heard no answer, I collapsed against the door, feeling tears welling in my eyes and urine swelling my bladder. I was at my limit, and I knew it was only a matter of time. I knocked again. “Lilith, I’m begging you! I’m about to piss myself if you don’t just open this door! Come on.” Still no response. I began to despair. After almost a minute, I knew I was out of time. Sweat was absolutely pouring out of me, my bladder was sending waves of desperation through my body, and I could feel my control slipping. I knocked one last time, unable to form any words with my mind completely on my bursting bladder. Finally, collapsed to my knees as the last of my control ebbed away. The sudden sound of Lilith’s pee hitting the toilet was the thing that sent me over the edge. My muscles gave out, and after a second, pee began spraying from me full force. I could feel it spilling down my legs, making a huge dark spot on my pants that grew and grew. The pee spread outwards, making its way across the front of my pants, spreading past my knees, soaking my butt. My control had completely disappeared and all I could do was enjoy the relief and try not to think about the enormous amount of humiliation I would face when my friends saw the mess I had made. By now, I could feel the pee puddling on the ground beneath my knees and I knocked softly on the door one more time as the last of my urine was absorbed by my pants or dripped to the ground. “Almost finished,” Lilith responded, her voice muffled by the door. I stood up with less difficulty this time, but when I felt some additional droplets of pee fall down my leg, I nearly collapsed again. Lilith looked awed when she saw my soaked pants, and the rest of my friends, especially Anna, were very apologetic. To be honest, I don’t think they actually expected me to wet myself as I never had before, and haven't pushed me to hold it since. Honestly, they are good friends, but they can be cruel sometimes, especially when they get into the right mood. Although they didn’t know it, they gave me quite the enjoyable evening, and I know I won’t be forgetting it anytime soon, nor will I experience anything as exciting on my own. ... Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed doing it. If you did, feel free to let me know, or, if not, let me know what I could do to make the next story better. Make it less wordy? Describe the desperation more? Feedback is always appreciated. Thanks for reading and if you'd like to suggest any pee holding challenges for me to write about, I'd be happy to try those out as well.
    2 points
  3. Ive already shared a few stories in which my other half wet herself for me, but this one has the be the best experience ive had. This story takes place a few years ago. On this particular evening, we had decided to go to our local pub for a few drinks. After a hard day at work it was both what we needed to unwind. During the evening we enjoyed a few pints of lager each and, as you do, visited the bathroom once or twice in between rounds. At least, I did and assumed she had too at some point. Once we had both had our fill of conversation and alcohol, we decided to head out into the cold for the short walk home. I said I needed to go to the loo before we left but she told me she was ok and would wait outside. Once I was done I put on my coat and headed out into the winters evening to find her. She was sitting on one of the benches outside but was not too hard to find as only the hardcore drinkers were standing out in the cold. It wasn't too late, maybe about 7.30pm but as always at that time of year, it was already dark and the wind was bitter. We started the 15 minute walk back to our house which is quite secluded. We had to walk out of the village to get home. As we passed the houses on the way out of the village, we were so deep in conversation that I dismissed the fact that she looked fidgety as hopeful thinking or just being distracted by beer. When we got the the past the last of the houses though, the path rises so that the main road dropped away to our left behind a large long hedgerow, whilst to the right was open fields and straight ahead was a long pathway. This is when it became obvious that she really was uncomfortable. As the path rose away from the road and the last of the houses passed by on our right, the fields opened up and that bitter cold wind became quite a lot more noticeable. She stopped in her tracks and at first I thought it was the chill that had her shaking, but it wasn't. "Its flippin' cold isn't it" I said. "yeah" she replied, "but its not that. I really should have had a wee before we left, the wind has made that clear!" "Don't worry," I said, "not far now". "Not far?" she replied, "Its still a good 10 minutes walk. I don't think I will make it, although Im sure that won't upset you will it!" She had a cheeky little smile as she finished that sentence. Going completley against what I was thinking, I said "I don't want you to freeze do I? Come on, lets get you home". As we continued on, she got more and more desperate and her body language became more and more obvious. Every now and then she would briefly stop and put her hands between her thighs, squeezing her legs together hard and jiggling about. I remember thinking how teazing it was for her body to look so obviously desperate to pee. It was really turning me on. As we started to get to the end of the path she was really struggling, almost to the point where it looked overdone. She was now almost bending over double when she stopped, in between the jiggling up and down and sqeezing her lovely long legs together. We were nearly at the end of the path when she let out a gasp and stopped dead in her tracks, bent over with both hands between her tightly clenched thighs. "We are nearly there, all we have to do is cross the road and we are home!" I said. "I think I leaked a bit!" she said, and after a little bit of time standing really still, she stood a little more upright and took her hands away from between her legs. "Oh no, I have. S**t. Can you see anything?" she asked. I looked at her jeans and even though it was quite dark, the nearby street lights along the main road betrayed a small dark patch in the crotch of her jeans. "Its not too bad" I said, trying to be a gentleman about it, but secretly hoping to see it grow. "quick, lets get you home". We crossed the main road and managed (with a few stops) to get to the door of the house without the damage getting any worse. As I opened the door, I expected to see her run past me and up the stairs towards the toilet. This, however, didn't happen. Instead, the best sexual experience I have ever had took place. She took off her shoes and, still fidgetting, she threw her arms around me and kissed me. She then whispered in my ear.... "I really want to suck your cock right now, but I can't hold my pee much longer. You can either follow me up to the bathroom and watch me wet these jeans or I can go to the loo and then give you a blowjob". My heart was really beating now and as she stood there, arms around me shifting from one foot to the other I pondered the dilema. "Hmmm" I muttered in a thoughtful manor. "What?" she said with a smile creeping across her face. "Which one? I can't hold on much longer..." "Nothing" I replied, "I wish I did'nt have to choose between the two!" She stopped fidgeting quite as much, looked me deep in the eyes, then sank to her knees in front of me. "Then don't" she said as she unbuttoned, unzipped and slightly lowered my jeans. I just stared straight forward, letting out a moan of pleasure as she put her hands into my boxers and guided my rock hard manhood out into the open. Barely a second later, I was in her mouth as she too let out and moans of pleasure as she moved her lips up and down, faster and faster. It took all I had not to cum right there and then! She had only been on her knees barely long enough to start pleasuring me before she took me out of her mouth, looked up at me and said, "I...can't hold it, Im gonna piss my pants!" I looked down at her going crazy with excitement as she took me back into her mouth and as she let out a sigh of relief and started to suck me once more, I could hear a familiar hissing sound. As I started to get close to climax I saw puddles start to form around her knees, both quickly spreading out across the hardwood floor and joining together beneath her. As the puddle grew bigger and bigger and the hissing became louder I announced I was going to cum. She didn't pull away from me though, instead she moaned louder and moved faster and faster. I couldnt believe what was happening to me! She kept me inside until exploded in her mouth, slowly moving up and down my shaft until I was completly done. She slowly took her mouth away from me, look up into my eyes and swallowed hard. As I nearly collapsed in complete ecstacy she slowly stood up and stepped back, shyly putting her little finger in her mouth and saying "Whoops. I've completly soaked my jeans! I told you I could'nt hold it now Im drenched. Look!" She slowly turned around so I could see the huge patch around her bum. As she rotated in front of me, I saw the dark blue stain extend down her legs and form huge patches at her knees and completely covering the front of her lower legs where she had been kneeling in the growing puddle whilst she pleasured me. "Did you enjoy that?"She came forward again. I could barely mutter in agreement before we kissed for what seem like ages. I followed her upstairs to undress her and we had sex upstairs on the bathroom floor as I was still so horny from what I had just experienced. Once I had satisfied her she showered and I headed downstairs to clean up the rather large puddle, which had spread even further in our absence. Then it was into bed where we both fell asleep very quickly. I wonder why? There you have it - the most exciting wetting experience I ever had. Every word of this story is true, but dramatised a bit to make it easier to read as a story. I hope you enjoyed it.
    2 points
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    The next highly awaited Jade film. This one, like the others, is Japanese girls almost making it (usually in skirts). then cleaning up their mess and themselves as best they can. Cannot gurantee poo free. Enjoy.
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  5. 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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  6. There are no lavatories in the ocean so one can only assume that Ariel and her misinforming seagull have no idea that any sort of 'toilet' exists, let alone what they are for. So I assume some desperate situations had to arise, and not being able to speak would just make the situations that more distressing. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Ariel had been in the Castle for several hours after being rescues by prince Eric on the beach. There had been so much fuss over her that she had no time to really explore or do anything on her own. She had been dressed in cumbersome human clothing and been offered unfamiliar food and drink that left her feeling heavy and uncomfortable. However, more than anything she needed to pee. The need had been growing since dinner but she had no idea what to do about it. She was certain that if she just did what she needed to do where she stood that it would cause her human clothing to become wet and she noted that none of the other humans had wet clothing. She was on the verge of tears when she finally got the chance to escape the castle walls for just a moment, with Sebastian chasing behind her trying to figure out where she was going. After all the Prince could not kiss her if she ran away. She ran towards the water and quickly removed layer after layer of clothing until she was finally able to ease herself into the ocean for sweet relief. She felt as though her bladder would never empty it's self completely. When the flow finally came to sop, she got dressed and returned to the castle. No one seemed to have noticed her missing. Sebastian, having figured out what was going on, told her that there was no way she could escape to the ocean every time she needed to pee. Ariel of course knew this but at the moment she had not figured out where or even how humans took care of that particular need and with no voice, there was no way to ask. This was going to be a problem. The next day she woke with a knock on her door and a very full bladder. The woman at the door was there to dress her and prepare her for her day out with the Prince. She tried to signal to the woman what she needed but no matter what she tried she couldn't seem to get her point across. It's like the Sea Witch had taken more than just her voice, it was like she had magically impeded her ability to communicate in any manner of writing or gestures too! Being out of idea she allowed the woman to dress her and lead her downstairs to breakfast. She was again offered an abundance of unfamiliar foods. She Found the fruit to be quite enjoyable. It never occurred to her that the juices she found so appealing would go straight to her already full bladder. Once breakfast had ended, the Prince took her had and led her to the carriage in waiting, Sebastian tucked out of site, hidden in her layers of clothing. He knew that Ariel was becoming distressed and knew what the problem was. He whispered in her ear that she should try again to convey what she needed to the Prince but it was of no use, he simply couldn't understand. That is when Sebastian decided he would give it a try. Perhaps the prince could understand him and in turn offer Ariel what she needed. So he scurried as quickly as he could, doing his bast to stay out of site to get close to the Prince's ear. Quietly telling him 'Look at her, she needs to pee. Say something!' The Prince, unsure of who or what he just heard looked around him only to find that there was no way anyone had actually said anything, perhaps it was his imagination. Then looking over at his charge for the day he noticed that she did indeed look as though she was in need of relief. Not wanting to head back to the castle, since the day had just begun he tried to come up with an alternative but all he could come up with was heading to the edge of town where there was a large grove that would offer some privacy. Blushing, he asked her if the was an acceptable solution. Confused she nodded her head yes and was pleasantly surprised when he seemed to understand her nod of approval! So, Eric ordered the driver to take them to the grove. Ariel held on as best she could but she could feel the juice from the fruits she took in that morning hitting her bladder hard. He eyes began to water as she leaked as the cart jostled her with every bump in the road. Just when she thought she would never make it, Eric informed her that the grove was within site but at that exact moment the carriage when over a large root in the road causing her to loose her balance and land on the floor without any grace at all. The impact was the last straw, her pent up pee began to escape her with force. No matter how hard she tried, she could not seem to stop it. The way she had landed left her dress around her, covering up her humiliation and, for the time being, left the prince none the wiser to the puddle that was growing beneath her. He attempted to help her up but in her shame pulled away from him. Being a gentleman, he pulled her to her feet, despite her resistance. It was then that he saw the liquid forcefully hitting the ground between her wide spread feet, splashing both of their feet and causing tears to openly flow down Ariel face. Unsure of how to proceed, Eric reached forward to collect the dress and lift it just slightly enough to prevent it from splashing on the hem. He watched in amazement as the puddle grew, covering the floor of the carriage despite the fact that it was beginning to fall through the spaces between the boards. Finally, after what felt like ages, the pressure fell to that of a light trickle before stopping completely. Ariel and Eric examined the dress to find that it had miraculously sustained very little damage. A few wet patched here and there but the majority of the wetness was on her undergarments. Eric told her she could remove them if she wanted so that they could continue their day out and Ariel agreed. As she began to remove them Eric blushed again before turning to face away from her giving him the opportunity to tell the driver that he was never to speak of this to anyone if he knew what was good for him. Sebastian also took this moment to tell Ariel that he planned to follow around some female humans to try and find out how to avoid these events in the future. He was certain there was something they were missing and with such little time he needed to find out fast. With that he disappeared, promising to meet up with her in the evening. He had heard that the prince had plans to take her on a boat ride and was certain that, that was the kind of situation that could lead to a kiss... if she could keep dry that it.
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  8. Author's Note: Hi everyone, it's been quite a while since I contributed anything and I recently was struck with a bit of inspiration for a quick story. As a warning, this is my first ever attempt at a Harry Potter fanfiction and it's been a few years since I've read the books, so I fear some dialogue may be out of character. In addition, this was written in one sitting rather late at night, so I hope you'll forgive any spelling or grammatical errors. Please feel free to comment with constructive criticism and I hope you all enjoy it! Ginny’s Predicament Nearly three years had passed since the downfall of Lord Voldemort and the end of the second wizarding war. Though the scars and grief from war still lingered, peace and joy had at long last returned to the wizarding world. Ginny gave a sidelong glance as yet another group of people stopped and gaped as she and Harry walked past. “You would think that after these last few years I’d have gotten used to the attention you attract, but it still never ceases to amaze me.” Ginny said in a low voice so that only Harry would hear her. “Dunno why you would think it’s just me who attracts attention, you’re a former member of Dumbledore’s Army and a famous witch yourself you know.” He replied with a grin. Ginny rolled her eyes at him. “Yes I’m sure it’s quite a contest between me and the famous Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, and the one who defeated the most powerful dark wizard in history.” Harry gave her an apologetic look. “I’m afraid it’ll only get worse once the Daily Prophet gets word that you are soon to be Mrs. Ginevra Potter.” Ginny beamed at him and squeezed his hand tighter. “I knew quite well what I was signing up for when I fell in love with you and not for a single moment have I regretted it.” It had only been a week ago when Harry had proposed and Ginny felt as if she had been living in a dream ever since. “I swear, if I see a single headline using Ginevra instead of Ginny, each and every writer down at the Daily Prophet will be on the receiving end of one of my Bat-Bogey hexes.” Ginny said with a scowl. Harry chuckled knowing quite well that she would eagerly carry out her threat. Harry had long since gotten used to the gaping mouths and pointed fingers, but on this particular day nothing would be dampening his mood. The couple continued their walk through town, hand in hand, eager to meet up with their good friends and fellow couple Ron and Hermione for lunch. Half an hour later found each couple together on opposite sides of a picnic table at a nearby park. After hearing about Harry and Ginny’s engagement Hermione had insisted they celebrate. With the beautiful spring weather and a delicious picnic Hermione had made, it was a wonderful celebration. In addition, they had found a rather secluded area of the park to ensure they were left to enjoy one another’s company in peace without a gaggle of onlookers. “Honestly mate I really am happy for you and Ginny, There’s no one else I’d rather see my sister with.” Ron was saying with a somewhat serious look at Harry. “But blimey Harry you have no idea what you’ve started. She won’t admit it, but now you’ve gone and gotten Hermione jealous, been giving me the cold shoulder all week. You’ve gone and put the bloody idea in her head now.” Ron muttered in a low voice so only Harry would hear him. Fortunately Ginny and Hermione were paying the two of them no mind, as they eagerly gossiped and discussed wedding planning. Harry grinned and gave a small laugh as he listened to his friend’s complaints. He was only half paying attention however, as his attention was focused on his girlfriend sitting beside him. She looked particularly pretty today. Her long, straight red hair reaching the middle of her back was shining brilliantly in the spring sunshine. Today she wore a casual attire of faded light blue jeans and a green and gold t-shirt featuring a logo of her favorite Quidditch team; the Holyhead Harpies. Harry took one more careful glance at his friends. Ron was oblivious as he was rambling on about a recent adventure involving his older brother Charlie, while Ginny and Hermione were paying him no mind whatsoever as they were excitedly discussing guest lists and other various wedding plans. With only the slightest of movements Harry carefully slipped his wand into his hand. Keeping his wand out of sight under the picnic table, he gave a slight flourish and whispered, “Omo rashirio”. As soon as his spell was cast he had instantly snuck his wand back into his pocket and was nodding and laughing as he pretended to be listening to Ron’s story. Ginny was eagerly listening to Hermione talk about a wedding article she had read in Witches Weekly when an all too familiar feeling suddenly hit her. Her entire body tensed and she stole a quick glance over at her boyfriend. Though he appeared to be laughing and talking with her brother, she had known him long enough to catch the slightly mischievous glint in his eyes, confirming her suspicions. Though life as the girlfriend of the famous Harry Potter was always full of surprises, there had been one surprise that nothing could have prepared her for. After the end of the war against Voldemort, Harry and Ginny had wasted little time in reuniting and rekindling their relationship. Unsurprisingly their love had grown stronger and stronger and before long they had started living together. With things being so crowded in the Burrow it only took a little persuading for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to give them their blessing. Living together in the house Harry had bought in Godric’s Hollow made them not only grow closer, but also discover a number of new things about one another. One of the many things Ginny had learned was a certain strange interest of Harry’s. For Ginny’s last birthday her friend Luna Lovegood had given her a rather raunchy book titled “The Seductive Witch’s Guide to Spicing up Your Love Life”. She and Harry had been involved sexually with one another for quite some time so she had been skeptical of how much use she could really find in the book. However, after an afternoon of reading she found a number of things that had piqued her curiosity. So later that night, after a few hours of cuddling on the couch drinking Firewhiskey a very tipsy Ginny had been flirting and teasing a drunk Harry for a while. After a while she had managed to steer the conversation towards certain “kinks” they had. She had been surprised when Harry had stiffened and almost immediately sobered up. He had a nervousness that she rarely saw in him and he had quickly tried to change the subject. However, Ginny was immensely curious then and refused to let the matter drop. Finally after several minutes of begging and pleading she managed to get him to give an exasperated sigh. “You just won’t let this go will you?” Harry said in an anxious voice. “Harry I have no idea what you’re being so secretive about. I just want to know something you might like to spice things up a little, like a fantasy you’ve always wanted to play out.” Ginny said trying to reassure him. Harry gave her a sidelong glance full of apprehension. “Come on Harry I can tell there’s something you’re hiding. Just tell me what this big secret is, you know I don’t scare that easily.” “Fine, but if I tell you and you think it’s weird or disgusting don’t think you’ll upset me. I would never make you do anything that you didn’t like.” Harry said. Red-faced, he had proceeded to grudgingly explain that for as long as he could remember he’d had a certain strange fetish involving girls peeing. It wasn’t just any normal interest in peeing though, more specifically, he had an interest in girls being really desperate to pee and wetting their clothes. After reading Luna’s book she knew about some of the common fetishes and kinks. This however was certainly not one she had read about. “So you’re saying you want me to have a wee in my pants?” Ginny asked as Harry’s face flushed even more. “Well that isn’t nearly as bad as what you had me imagining after how long it took to drag it out of you.” Ginny said with a thoughtful look on her face as she pondered this new discovery. “Really? You don’t think it’s weird or disgusting?” Harry said in bewilderment. “Well it’s certainly different and not quite what I was expecting, but I don’t see a problem with it. I wouldn’t mind trying it for you.” Ginny said with a grin. From then onwards the two began experimenting and though Ginny did find it rather embarrassing, she was happy that she could do something so simple for Harry to enjoy. She quickly found that “enjoyment” was a major understatement for Harry. The look of utter fascination and the sexual hunger in his eyes whenever she indulged in his kink was unlike anything she had seen from him, and the more desperate she got, the greater his enjoyment. Recently, Harry had discovered and begun using a certain spell on her quite frequently when she wasn’t expecting it. The spell was designed to act like the most powerful diuretic imaginable, speeding up the process of her bladder immensely. Growing up in a crowded house with several older brothers had given her remarkable bladder strength, which frustrated Harry to no end when he had tried to cause her to have a real accident. However, this spell was able to push even her bladder to its limits with remarkable speed. “Ginny?” Ginny pulled herself away from her thoughts as she realized Hermione had asked her a question. She forced herself to put up a relaxed appearance as she focused on talking to Hermione, despite the slight sense of panic she was feeling. While Harry had cast this spell on her before, this was the first time he had done it in public, and in front of her brother and her best friend no less! She could already feel Harry’s spell going to work on her bladder and she immediately regretted drinking so much of the lemonade Hermione had brought for the picnic. Harry gleefully talked and ate with his friends, all the while keeping an eye on his girlfriend. Though Ron and Hermione seemed oblivious, Harry was familiar enough with Ginny to notice the signs of her growing discomfort. She was sitting rather stiffly now and had a tense look hidden behind her seemingly relaxed expression. Though he did feel slightly guilty putting her in this situation without her permission, he couldn’t help but feel eager to see how his fiery girlfriend would deal with this. He knew that there weren’t any loos nearby and he knew his fiery girlfriend had far too much pride to relieve herself behind a bush or tree. Besides, even if she wanted to, Hermione and Ron’s presence completely negated that option. Suddenly as Ron and Hermione began one of their frequent bouts of bickering, Ginny took the opportunity to lean over and whisper in his ear. “Merlin’s beard, Harry, you’re downright evil.” Ginny said with a glare. “Oh, is something wrong Gin’?” Harry asked with a small smirk. “You know damn well what's bloody wrong. Im absolutely bursting, I’m gonna get you back for this and don’t think for a second this is going to work on me.” She hissed. Despite her words, Harry could see evidence of the contrary. Ginny was now pressing her thighs together and couldn’t help shifting in her seat occasionally as the pressure began to mount. The picnic dragged on for what seemed like ages for Ginny. Things were getting progressively more difficult for the young witch with each minute that passed. Her bladder felt like a swollen balloon in her midsection and the tight jeans she was wearing did nothing to aid her struggle. At this point she was having trouble focusing on the conversation as her situation grew more urgent. Unfortunately for Ginny, Hermione was sharp and had taken notice of Ginny’s discomfort. “Are you feeling well Ginny? You look sort of pale.” Hermione asked in concern. “N-no I’m fine Hermione.” Ginny said and quickly changed the subject as she tried not to groan when Hermione suddenly picked up the pitcher of lemonade and refilled her glass. Meanwhile, from his side of the table Harry had been watching eagerly as the signs of Ginny’s desperation became more obvious. Beneath the table her legs were twisted tightly and one of her slender hands was pressed between her thighs. Seeing his normally strong and willful girlfriend losing composure like this was a rare sight. Ginny was getting nervous now. This was different from when she was alone with Harry. She was in public and right in front of Ron and Hermione! She absolutely couldn’t have an accident here, but she had no idea how she could get out of this situation. She had no idea where the nearest loos were and at this point even if she did, she wasn’t entirely sure that she would make it there with dry jeans. She tried to shoot Harry a pleading look when she didn’t think Ron and Hermione were looking. However, he remained seemingly oblivious, though she could feel his eyes watching her every move. Suddenly, Ginny felt the tendrils of icy cold fear surge through her. A small spurt of liquid warmth had escaped her control and soaked into her pink cotton knickers. Ginny forced both hands against her crotch fighting to keep control as her body fought to release the torrent of pee in her bladder. Thankfully she managed to keep the loss of control limited to the one spurt. However, now the urge for relief was far more powerful due to her now warm and wet knickers pressing against her womanhood. There was more than that though, for some odd reason the unintentional loss of control and warm wetness was creating another much more pleasant feeling. Was she actually getting turned on when she was the closest she’d been to having an accident in public since she was a first year at Hogwarts? “Sis are you sure you feel ok? You look like you ate a batch of fever fudge or something.” Ron said, now noticing her flushed face and squirming himself. “Yes, Ronald I’m fine, it’s just a little warm out is all.” Ginny snapped, flustered that even her thickheaded brother was catching on to her predicament. “I dunno Gin, maybe you sh-“ Suddenly Ron was cut off as Hermione jumped up from the picnic table. “Ron! It’s half past three, we have the meeting with the head of Department of Magical Law Enforcement in fifteen minutes. You promised to help me with my pitch about S.P.E.W. to her to raise awareness for house elves!” Hermione said in a panic as she whipped out her wand. In seconds all the items from the picnic were sent flying haphazardly into her magically expanded bag. “Sorry for the rush Harry, Ginny, see you later!” Hermione said in a rush, spinning on the spot and disapparating with a loud pop. “Oh lovely an afternoon at the ministry arguing for house elf rights, wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Ron groaned with a roll of his eyes. “Cya later you two.” With another loud pop, Ron had disapparated leaving Harry and Ginny alone at the picnic table. Harry turned with a cautious grin to his girlfriend expecting an earful of her fiery temper. However, she was simply sitting staring at the top of the picnic table, both hands wedged between her thighs. “Ginny are you-“ Suddenly whatever Harry was about to say was lost as a loud hissing noise filled the air. Ginny’s face was flushed as red as her hair and she was trembling all over as she lost complete control. Her jeans immediately grew several shades darker and urine pooled around her bottom and trickled off the edge of her seat. Harry sat speechless and gaped at her in awe as he watched her have a full blown wetting accident. A telltale pitter patter sound joined the loud hissing, as pee splashed on to the dry hard ground below, forming a sizable puddle. For two and a half minutes the young witch was lost in her own world as she remained frozen in place. Finally the torrent of pee slowed, and then at long last tapered off as Ginny Weasley finished wetting her pants in public for the first time in years. Suddenly both of their heads shot up as they heard voices and footsteps approaching from the distance. Acting fast, Harry quickly pulled his invisibility cloak out and draped it over himself and Ginny. For a long moment they sat huddled together under the cloak as the voices and footsteps got closer. As they waited Harry became acutely aware of the fragrant and distinctly feminine scent of Ginny’s pee which was still dripping from her jeans. “Here they come Ginny, it’s just a few joggers. Once they leave we can apparate home and get you chang-“ Harry was cut off as suddenly Ginny’s soft lips collided with his in a passion filled kiss. The two sat hidden from the world under the invisibility cloak the only sign of their presence being a large and quite fresh puddle of urine below them. Finally after what felt like an eternity they broke apart. Harry could only stare in bewilderment at his future wife who he had just forcibly made pee her pants. Her long red hair was disheveled, her face was flushed a deep crimson, and inexplicably, undeniably, lust was clear in her eyes. “I think I may be beginning to enjoy this interest of yours Harry Potter.” “Well I suppose we’ll be needing to do this more often then Ginny Potter.”
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  11. I had a very interesting discussion yesterday. It was with an older female friend of mine, whose a member of the same club that I am. Although she's quite a bit older, in her early 70's, we're good pals. I know she's married, but I've never met her husband, although I've known her for a few years. Yesterday, I asked her about him. It turns out he's completely bladder incontinent. They're still together, but he doesn't go out much. She went on to explain that he wears nappies 24/7, and has absolutely no bladder control. She told me a couple of stories about him suffering humiliating diaper failure, and how he basically doesn't socialise very much any more. He likes to go for walks, but generally will fully use two diapers doing so. What followed was an interesting, if somewhat awkward conversation. She was comfortable talking about it, so the only awkwardness was with me trying hard not to sound too interested or knowledgeable about diapers. Apparently he wears pull ups, but of course I wasn't going to ask which specific brand, although I would strongly suspect Molicare, as they are the most readily available. We discussed how difficult it was for him, and how he apparently just continuously loses his urine with no idea when it's happening. Although I don't find this appealing in any way, shape or form, and wouldn't wish it on anyone, I think that almost any admitted DL would get a kick out of the idea of being openly diapered 24/7 with the full support of a loving partner, although probably without the incontinence thrown in. I felt a bit guilty during our talk, as a small part of me was fantasising about what it must be like, although I'd never wish it to happen to myself. Its only when you hear from somebody who actually has to deal with it for reality that you really get an understanding of what being IC is actually like. I'd never wish for it, but admittedly, deep down, as a DL it did kind of get my inner self a bit worked up. This isn't really an omorashi thing, but nor is it an Experience thing either, and I wasn't sure where to post it.
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  12. So I was browsing through a tumblr archive when I stumbled on this gem. I don't recall seeing it here either. If this is a repost, I apologize. Her desperation is so genuine, and the look when she loses it? Priceless! https://wetwildbeautiful.tumblr.com/post/157659448718 I've also attached a download for those who want it. wetwildbeautiful.[via torchbrowser.com] (1).mp4
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  13. I know I don't post often, but this is, in my mind, definitely worthy of being posted. Recently, during spring break, I went to Florida with my girlfriend. For the sake of privacy, we'll call her Brittney. Brittney is about 5'7, not the tallest, but not a shrimp, either. She has dark brown hair, down to about 4 inches past her shoulders. She also has a really weak bladder ;). She has an AMAZING body, and I'm not saying that just because she's my girlfriend; she really is beautiful, with a perfect slim body, and blemish-free skin, and a jocular personality. But, I'm rambling, so let's get on with the story. It was spring break, and we were really happy to be out of college for a week. And what better place to go than iconic Florida; the beautiful weather, palm trees dotting the landscape, and sunny weather, as well as there being a beach on 3 sides. We'd planned on visiting multiple places during our trip, such as the beach, Disney Parks (which will come into play in the other parts), many shops, and more. As of this part, we were going to the beach. We had just dropped our stuff off at the hotel. It was located on a beach, so we woke up early to hunt for seashells and sand dollars. She undressed in the bedroom, and came out in a pretty, pink bikini, that highlighted her magnificent body. "You look amazing!" I said. "I knew that swimsuit would look nice on you." (Proper grammar tells me to change paragraphs every paragraph, but screw that. I'm not perfect.) "You're just saying that," she grunted back, for she was still waking up. I noticed a squirm and slight hop while she talked, which got me excited. After some conversation, and a couple of cups of coffee, we decided it was time to start our search. "Let's go," I announced. I noticed she was heading to the bathroom, but she changed her direction as I said that. "Good idea," she agreed, with a slight curtsy. "There's rain in the forecast, anyway, so we should hurry." We headed out, and it began to cloud up. As we walked, we gathered a couple of shells and sea dollars, and I noticed that as she walked, she had an occasional skip, and this excited me. Finally she announced "I need to pee. I've needed to go all morning." "Why didn't you go?" I teased. I knew exactly why. "Well-Idk. Let's keep looking." She brushed it off. A few droplets of rain had begun to fall, and I noticed some more signs of desperation: she was bouncing (her perfect breasts did as well ;)) and I heard an occasional whimper. The rain turned into a pour, and it was cold! If you've ever been to the beach during rain, you know how bad it hurts, like cold pins and needles. She stopped in her tracks, shaking, and held her crotch. "This rain is NOT helping!" We were about 25 minutes away from the hotel, so we decided to head back. After about 15 minutes of walking, she stopped and slowly squatted to the ground, shaking and shoving her fingers into her pussy. "Just go already!" I exclaimed. "No one is out here, and even if someone sees, they'll think it's rain." For some reason that I'll NEVER understand, she said "No, I can make it." I thought to myself "YES!" for I'd never seen her this desperate before. After about 7 more minutes of walking, (for Brittney skipping) she stopped, squatted and whimpered. "Omg I have to pee sooooo bad!" She cried. She looked at me with a tear in her eye, and I was exhilarated. "Just go!" For some reason, she wanted me to block her, and idk why, but she pulled her bikini bottom (no pun intended) down, and exposed her beautiful pussy. I was mesmerized, and couldn't look away. "I can't go!" She yelled. By this point, the rain and wind created huge waves, and it was really loud. "Hurry!" I replied. After another 10 seconds of not being able to go, she pulled her bottoms back up, and it left a nice cameltoe from the soaking rain. She noticed it, but had to go too bad, and didn't bother fixing it in her dilemma. We finally got back to our hotel, and her desperation became very obvious. Lucky for her, and elevator was already open in the lobby. I pressed the 5th floor button, and as it went up, she bounced and whispered "gotta pee gotta pee." It stopped on the 3rd floor, and as it did, the force jolted her, and she yelped and shoved her hands into her pussy. Another family entered, so Brittney couldn't hold for the time being. I smiled at her, but a tear streamed down her face, and I kinda felt bad. When it reached the 5th floor, she ran to our room, but I had the key. As I opened the door (taking my time, of course, and ACCIDENTALLY hehe put the key card wrong twice), she squirmed, and cried "Hurry!!!" When I finally got it open, she sprinted inside, and slipped and fell on the carpet. She yelped, and as she got up, her legs crossed, a bit of pee leaked out. She stopped and held for 10 seconds, at this point crying. She finally started walking (more like waddling, with her hands in her crotch) again, and when she reached the cold tile floor, all was lost; she yelped, and pee cascaded through her perfect cameltoe, and she still had her legs crossed, as well as being bent over, holding. It streamed down her legs, and rolled into the seams of the tiles. It dripped off of her still futilly holding fingers, and made beautiful dripping sounds as they fell. She stood there for a good minute and a half before it finally stopped. She slowly crouched down and sat in her puddle, and buried her hands in her face. The whole time, I had been mesmerized, and when she finally looked at me, teary-eyed, I was snapped back into focus. "I'll get a towel," I suggested. When I came back, she was completely undressed, exposing her perfect breasts and dripping pussy. She blushed, for she'd never fully exposed herself to me. "Omg I'm so sorry!" She apologized. I'm not sure if she was apologizing for the mess, or being naked. The next day, we went to a Disney Park, and more happened there. Hope you enjoyed! To be continued!
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  14. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    Commissioned by pinkdragonkin (Furaffinity) Flo and his padded little pink dragon. ^^ I guess my big squishy diaper doubles as a comfy poofy chair as well. ^w^ Caution: Chair may get stinky at times......
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  15. Not sure if anyone would be into this since she didn't actually pee, but I thought I'd share it anyway. The wetspot is there!
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  16. I've never been a fan of involuntary wetting, forced accidents, or humiliation (real or faked). For me, and this goes for men and women, omo is entirely about comfort/soothing/relaxing feeling, with just a hint of naughtiness to it. Like as much fun as it can be to be daring and naughty about this sort of thing (he says, as someone who has only had the guts to wet publicly a few times, and even then while dressed darkly and at night), the ultimate "idea" of omo, for me, is two people relaxing in bed or on the couch with one another, and just wetting as desired because it feels pleasurable and comforting to do so.
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  17. I still see no real reason to write about a girl more than once. Just so happened that Megumin could piggyback on a Yunyun story, that's great luck and totally not indicative of Megumin being best girl.
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  18. Also I see you replied to it with the same story, 3 hours before you made this thread. Gee, thanks for trying to steel my ideas and benefit from them. I don't understand why you felt a need to make this thread. Quite rude actually.
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  19. I was very young - under 10 I guess when I saw a woman suddenly stop walking along the street and stand with her legs slightly apart and let loose a stream of pee. This was so against everything I had been taught about what it was right for adults to do in public that it really freaked me out. I didn't like to talk to mum about it at the time but later she did explain about everyone having problems some times and that helped me understand. I wasn't disgusted by the lady's behaviour - only a bit confused as until I was a little younger my parents had allowed me to pee in the gutter (admittedly not on the sidewalk) if I was desperate so as to avoid wet pants. But by the time of the incident the rule had changed to "you must never pee in public even if it means risking an accident in your pants".
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  20. Work was almost done. 10 more minutes and he could go home! J hated his job, but really needed the money... He worked on the production line at a cheese factory, in the next town over. Round trip, his commute averaged 2-3 hours both ways. J has had to take a piss for a long while now, but wanting to get out of there, he passed by the men's room and went to his car. Now that he was no longer distracted by work, he realized he had to pee worse than he imagined. .. He was already out the door though, so he got in his car and drove off. Traffic was pretty bad during rush hour, and it was slow going. J wasn't worried though, he has held a lot more than this no problem. Half an hour later, J's bravado about his bladder situation was decreasing and his desperation was growing. His belt pressed into the overfull bladder unpleasantly. There was a sharp urge at his tip. J gave himself a quick squeeze, but stubbornly drove on, wanting to get home faster. Passing that last rest area was a big mistake, J realized, when traffic came to a dead halt five minutes later. Law enforcement and an ambulance snaked their way to an accident up ahead. J bounced impatiently in his seat. Normally, it would take just 20 more minutes to get home... An hour has passed, and traffic has inly moved very slightly. J was busting. His bladder was a hard bulge in his lower abdomen. His left hand was jammed in his crotch, squeezing his tortured cock. He had just cleaned the car, so there were no empty bottles or cans for him to pee in. What was he going to do? Suddenly, a big squirt wet his briefs, so much so that it showed on his pants. His hand was dripping wet. He bounced relentlessly in his chair, losing several more spurts. His crotch was wet and glistening. Urine was starting to drip onto the seat. He was slowly peeing himself. Somehow, he managed to stop, but his pants were now very wet. He suffered for another 10 minutes, leaking profusely. Then suddenly, it was like someone turned on a tap and left it on. A loud hissing and splattering filled the car, as his bladder forcefully released all that pent up pee into his pants. Sagging in relief, he drove the rest of the way home, where he still had a fair amount of urine that he pissed out into the toilet.
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  21. Depends on the age, at some point it is parent's job to step in and essentially say "I know better than you, you can't do things this way". Seven is way too old to not be using the toilet for any reason that is not medically related.
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  22. Any ideas out there? 12069985_926686247443875_939763641_n.mp4
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  23. I'm at a 3 too. Hope you feel better :)
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  24. Wow! First let me say on behalf of the entire forum, WetMelissa with a story like this you are a very welcomed addition to the community. For your first post you have certainly set the bar high for future stories. I really do hope you share more of your adventures. I would have been mortified with the woman walking so close. Did you manage to wash your clothes before your husband returned home?
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  25. Hello, everyone! With this post comes the official (re-)introduction of OmoOrg's old blogging platform! If you've been around since the sites earlier days, you may have recognized by now that all the old platforms Fiction entries have been ported over here. This is because, on the old site, the Fiction platform was itself essentially a re-purposed blog platform. With OmoOrg's new software platform, I decided to re-purpose it as an actual general purpose blogging platform, instead of something exclusive to site fiction. So what is the blogging system actually for? There aren't any hard guidelines on what constitutes as a blog, but they should always have some defined purpose. Thus, don't create a blog just for the sake of posting general ramblings (that's what status updates are for!) Some possible uses include: A place for artists to share information on their latest works (and even work-in-progress/WIP's!) As with the old platform, blogs can also be used for stories/ongoing fanfiction Why a blog system? Why not just use tradition forum threads? That's a good question! Both forums and blogs have their advantages and disadvantages. In fact, there's no rule saying you can't use both! But blogs do offer both content creators and consumers with some key advantages: Fans can follow your blogs and receive notifications on only the updates you post while there is currently no way to follow a forum thread without receiving notifications for replies posted by all members. Blogs make content navigation easier. You don't need to wade through pages of replies to find the next update in a series. Blogs allow members to give comments/feedback on individual posts, which can be complicated and cumbersome in a huge multi-page thread. Why use both? Forum threads are still a great way for your members to share general feedback and suggestions. It's also an easy way to get some more exposure for your blog if you choose to have one. But, it's entirely up to you! If you'd prefer to use both, use both! If not, just choose whichever medium works best for your workflow. As this is a new system and we are still testing some things at the moment, only Contributory Members and Patreon's will be able to create new blogs for now. However, this ability will be opened to all Established Members and up in the upcoming months.
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  26. Women have the advantage in that they can just piss down their legs and the skirt hides most of it. Their legs will dry fairly quickly, being hairless, so they can get away with it. If they're wearing shorts or jeans, then they're in the same boat as us men. If we wet our pants, the world knows and we keep informing them for ages because our clothing dries slowly. I've seen a woman walking along with drops of wetness on the path behind her and nothing visible on her clothing. I've wet my pants by a roadside, but late at night, with hardly anyone around. I couldn't do it in full view of anyone.
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  27. Messing

    The worst of the smell goes away fairly quickly. What's left isn't too bad, or perhaps I'm just perverted. It's my own smell, and an hour or so after clean-up I can't smell anything. Others can, and I've been caught that way several times, most notably by a door-to-door salesman. There was about a couple of metres between us at the door, and he was trying to sell me something (I forget what).The house doors and widows were wide open for ventillation on a hot day. A gust blew through, from me to him and he caught my smell. He knew instantly what I'd done. His face split with a grin from ear to ear and he fled. Evidently he was a fellow pooper, but had a partner. However, there are times when even I can't stand the smell. The shower gets turned on very quickly then. That's one reason I always use the shower cublcle when I'm shitting myself. Ease of clean-up is the other.
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  28. I posted this in a similar thread, so I guess I'll just post it again here:
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  29. I'm almost sure that it's AquaVite's girlfriend. I haven't seen that specific video but her hair and frame seem dead-on.
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  30. I found the profile of this lady, she is very good at what she does. The link is her manyvids profile, so I highly recommend you buy some of her videos, especially if you are into black women wetting. However, please don't exploit her by buying her videos, and posting them here (even though she is not on "the list"). https://www.manyvids.com/Profile/721784/KettyFootish/
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  31. I, for one, prefer the other, I like the scenarios where the girl is desperate and as an adult, doesn't prefer to use the diaper but ends up with no choice. Yes there is humiliation, but it is only part of the skit, it isn't reality. So act it up, find a creative scenario, a girl that gets into her role and run with it. The big lip or alligator tears, the obvious displeasure of what she just did, its all part of it for me. If you want a diaper to just be in a sex scene, that is fine, but that isn't the same thing for me. That seems more "porn" oriented. For me, I don't like porn very much. Watching a girl masturbate does nothing for me and hovering over a diaper to piss in it and then masturbate always seems like such a waste to me in so many ways. Yet I will acknowledge that there is a following for both types and HD diapers does in fact have both, so I must give TVGuy props there. Side note, whatever happened to flbabygirls.com? I always liked them a lot.
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  32. If that's narcissistic, then please be narcissistic a lot more often. Holy hell...
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  33. It's nice to see something that looks like a mechanical pressure gauge, with different colored regions indicating safe, high tension, and danger. Especially with the needle jiggling back and forth in the red zone. You don't need to know the exact PSI to know what's going on in those cases. Other visualizations are also interesting: A leaking faucet has been mentioned, as well as containers filled to the brim or being spilled. One image I don't see that often is a carbonated drink being shaken and then opened, or the cork popped on a bottle of champagne. The latter tends to be associated with celebration though so I doubt it would be seen outside of omo based artwork anyway.
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  34. something similar happened to me and mmy crush
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  35. [E]MojiQue

    Due to the way RPG Maker operates, and also due to the fact that some scenes can (and, as we see in the latest release, will) be changed, translating the plot part of the current version would be very ineffective. But there is a thing that can be done now and will have to be done anyway: interface and picture translation. MojiKue's custom interface heavily relies on pictures with text (as opposed to message boxes), so editing those takes more time than translating the plain text. So that's what I've decided to work on as we wait for the final version. Also, GUTS.
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  36. Lab 28

    Thanks! Glad you folks like it. Feel free to suggest more nerdy ideas to feed my inspiration!
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  37. IT RISES AGAIN
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  38. They had a lot of ones I liked - thanks for letting me know they existed! Here are the ones I got: [clips4sale.com]CasualPeeingFloorRoomie.mp4 [clips4sale.com]WettingTheBed.mp4 [clips4sale.com]NonchalantNewRoomies.mp4
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  39. Here we go again...
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  40. Perfect date

    For me this would be pretty close to the perfect date. https://www.xnxx.com/video-ewza91c/lovewetting_-_ruined_date_-_morgan_sd Hope it's not a repost
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  41. What is the prize and how do we decide who wins? :)
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  42. Is it narcissistic to enter ones own ass in the competition ;) Voila, my booty! From a video I shot where I wore purple panties inside my Goodnites. And now for the booty ;)
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  43. I have to agree on several points. I love it when Omo is being enjoyed. I do not mind if the person has an accident or is prevented from using the toilet - IF they are into that. Being comforted / assured afterward is just beautiful. Huge turn offs: Degredation /verbal /physical abuse, etc. Unwanted attention (like a photographer/videographer who films women without their consent peeing outside bars - and especially if the woman is crying and saying "No! No!" and the video/photographer keeps on violating her personal space. Pressuring and forcing an accident. (I do not mean role play and/or acting where there are limits. I am talking about men who literally want to control all aspects of a woman's life type of situation.)
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  44. It is a rite of passage for any omorashi enthusiast to make your sims suffer through some form of desperation. I can't speak for the sims 4 and my memory of the sims 3 is a bit hazy, but I do remember on the PS2 version of the sims 2 if their need got too low they would walk like they were really trying to hold it in and that was just great.
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  45. My parents found out just a few months ago. They were perfectly fine with it, because everybody has their kinky side. I can do wathever I want in my diaper because they do whatever they want in their bed. We are a lot more open now and talk about those things on a more regular basis. I was very paranoid because I heard of so many stories like you guys have experienced it. You can´t imagine what weight fell from my heart as I heard them say they are fine with it. I am very glad to have such parents.
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  46. Once in a while when I am home alone for a few days I will wear a diaper and instead of using the washroom to pee I will use my diaper instead. After the third pee my diaper is usually leaking and soaking my jeans as well. I put plastic on my recliner when I watch TV and instead of using the washroom I continue to wet in my diaper. By the end of the evening I am swimming in pee and really turned on so I rub myself through my diaper and when I cum I explode big time. I have fallen asleep a few times and then I wake up in the morning still soaked in pee so I let go again and warm up my wet diaper one more time. I love being soaked like this. I have also added a few messy things to my diaper at times to make it more interesting.
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  47. Wow, that sucks. Nice save though, what I usually do when ever I am at the theater is too bring a extra water bottle, so when ever I would pee I would just pee my self, then spill the water bottle on my pants during the movie. It works like a charm!
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  48. None contains scat in the stricter meaning of the term. But in the first video, one girls poops into the toilet when she finishes her business after wetting her panties. It's the second or third scene. I didn't find more poop in any of the further scenes. Not that I mind, personally.
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