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  1. Hi everyone! It's been a bit since I've written anything, despite my rather prolific escapades. Life and all that, I moved into a new apartment smack dab in the middle of my city, rather than the outskirts of a different smaller community where I used to be. That on top of work and university is just such a timesink that I don't often have time to do anything relatively daring anymore. On top of even THAT, the experiences I write have gotten to such a ridiculous standard of daring or just outright packed challenges that my normal holds would just be below the bar of most of the things I've written, so there's barely a point to writing them. Like, I'm sure you'll agree what I'm about to write is far more interesting than "I sat at my computer and drank until I peed all over my floor." Which is something that's occurred as recently as in the past few days, its just not writing-level, you know? So, its been a bit and I apologize that its been so long since I've put out any content, I've just kind of literally "held" myself into a box where anything on the level of my other popular writings just never happens anymore. That however, changed in November. If you're part of the Discord you'll know this, but we have essentially a waifu rolling gacha bot. The context to this particular piece is that Zapdos got Sam Porter Bridges from Death Stranding. Me, being a big fan of Genius Kojumbo, really wanted him and made the classic blunder of saying I'd do anything to have him. And so, a sort of contract was made. Zapdos wanted to make a challenge gauntlet for me not unlike that of KozmoLotto IV, which makes sense given that particular piece of mine is still the highest rated post in the history of omorashi.org. Upon completion of said set of challenges, I would be given the character from the bot. This was not long after my move, so I had an entirely new area and scene to work with depending on the challenges, it would be fresh and full of the unexpected, as I am now living in the downtown area of a big city. I wish that was an allegory, but there were quite literally some complications that resulted in some publicly damp pants. We'll get to that. This is likely going to be a long read, so buckle up. The rules were simple. No toilet unless specified, hold it, do the challenges. I would receive each challenge as they came, with no prior knowledge as to what they entailed, so I could not prepare or be able to game them in any way. Obligatory description phase! If you've read any of my works you already know all of this, but consistency is key. Average female height, probably like 90 pounds soaking wet (ha) when I'm not hitting the gym hyper aggressively to build lean muscle. I am very skinny and not gifted in the chest department at all, though I'm told a fair bit that I have a nice butt. At this point in time my hair is a brown, though at the time I'm sure it was darker because its been a bit since my last dye job. Looking to get my hair healthier. Pale as the moon and I've got ink all over my upper chest, as well as a fair deal on my arms/legs/back. Not going to specify what they are, far too identifying, though a small handful of you are fully aware. To start I believe I was wearing a white tank top, a beige cotton cardigan, black thigh highs and a miniskirt, with a nice skimpy purple bra and panty set. I could be slightly wrong on some of these details; its been a couple of months and I only have the time and energy to write it out now. The skirt is what I'm sure of, as it was subject to change in line with one of the challenges, as I was to wear jeans when the challenges started taking place outside. And so begins the challenge log. If you were wanting to get into the meat of it, it starts here: Chapter 0: "Your outfit is a short-sleeved shirt with a miniskirt. Choose one toilet in your house - as long as you are still participating in the Zapdos Test, you must behave as if any other bathrooms or toilets your place of residence may have do not exist. Drink a decent amount of water (it’s up to you how much a “decent” amount is) and do whatever you want for half an hour before reporting back to begin the Zapdos Test. The Zapdos Test is named the Zapdos Test because Zapdos is a bird, and birds have no hands. Therefore, you cannot hold yourself with your hands until you begin Task #6. If you do so out of instinct, record the number of times it happens." There isn't a whole lot to discuss here. We talked about how much water should theoretically be drank, so I settled on an initial dose of around 800ml. A nice hefty starting point to ensure I'd be getting somewhere. Other than that we just sort of chatted for half an hour while I waited for the first actual challenge. I started from empty, so I wanted to make sure I had a decent amount in my system, but not literally drink my body weight on the first actual drink. If I did, I'd surely fail, thus water consumption was a difficult balancing act. I chugged it down and soldiered on. Chapter 1: Tranquil Lake "Do nothing for 10 minutes." Ever the creative, Zapdos had his first real challenge be to sit here and do nothing. Sure gives me a lot of material to write about doesn't it? I remember watching a youtube video, that's about it. The purpose was obviously to let the water filter its way through my system, which being 40 minutes into the challenge as a whole by the end of it, it was certainly doing. Nothing notable yet to report at this stage. Chapter 2: Filling the Bottle "Slowly drink another decent amount of water over the next ten minutes while you sit around doing more nothing. If you don’t think you can handle that much again, you may drink less. Note: drinking the full amount again is required for clearing the Zapdos Test with a Plus Ultra rank." I finished my youtube video, and drank down another 800ml. At this point I was 1600ml in, which of the rare times I've actually measured, is the area of where I know my highest recorded bladder capacity lay. I don't know if I've ever beaten it since; I don't measure often. Point is, if I was well hydrated and all this water went straight to my bladder, it would basically be at max. Luckily, I had time before everything went through me. At this point I had about an average need to use the bathroom, nothing pressing, but if I flexed my lower abdomen I could feel a bit of the burning pressure on my bladder, that classic dull ache. If I was at work and happened to walk by a bathroom, its the sort of level of need where I'd use it, more out of caution of the future rather than anything immediate. Of course, getting me here was all according to plan. Fun fact, I tend to write my experiences while at this level of needing to pee so I can pause my writing and just kind of poke at myself to refresh the memory of what such sensations feel like, like an almost sort of omo-writer method acting, this piece included. And so, knowledge that things would get very pressing in the near future, I waited out my time, and the next challenge came. Chapter 3: Cleansing Liquid "Do the dishes - wash all your plates and bowls. Even if they haven’t been used yet, they’ve surely gathered some dust, right?" This was the exact moment I started having trouble. I am not overly susceptible to omo imagery, or sounds. Waterfalls and pssh noises won't mess with me at all. There is two specific things that get me needing to go reaaaaally bad. Very vivid descriptions of the inner bodily functions of needing to pee, which make me focus on those exact things, and secondly, warm fucking water. Even if I don't need to pee, doing the dishes will make me need to pee, and bad. I don't know why it affects me so much, but it does. There's been at least one time where I was washing dishes with what I thought was only a mild need, and had to outright yoink over a big mixing bowl I had yet to wash, drop my shorts and piss in it as fast as I could, because that water ensured I wasn't going to make it to the bathroom. THAT'S how bad this sort of thing makes me need to pee, essentially my goddamn kryptonite. I realized this only in the last year, though I probably should have figured it out by KozmoLotto IV, in which washing my hands had me pissing myself down my kneesocks for a few seconds. How I only put two and two together recently, I'll never know. Regardless, point is, the first thing I said to him was "Oh, fuck you." That moderate need to pee I had became danger levels the entire time I was touching the water, and I had to do ALL my dishes. I handled it like a champ though. I propped my elbows on the counter so I could lean and bend, crossing my legs and bouncing around a fair bit. I remember gritting my teeth and loudly swearing at a few points, but keeping mind to my position I managed to clench up tight and just power through as fast as I could. Getting to stop washing the dishes was almost as much of a relief as getting to pee would have been. Almost. Luckily, I made it out unscathed. Its a good thing this was early, because if something like this was the last challenge, it would have resulted in an absolutely vibrating and sweaty Kozmo, loudly squeaking and whining before absolutely soaking her skirt and the kitchen floor before the first plate was done. But, we can leave that to some alternate timeline. Chapter 4: Elegant Waterfall "Feast your eyes on these wonderful compendiums of GIFs that showcase natures beauty and humanitys ingenuity. To fully take in the splendor, you must look at each GIF for a decent amount of time before moving to the next one." Luckily, as I stated earlier, imagery doesn't affect me a whole lot. A little maybe, but not any way noticeable, just mild irritation. Unfortunately, I needed to pee, so even with the imagery not affecting me, taking the time looking at these gifs was compounding my urge enough. It was getting pretty bad, but manageable. Lots of scowling and bouncing my leg, one crossed over the other, having to look at various waterfalls and irrigation. Plenty of firehoses and the like to go around. I did get some amusement out of it though, one of the gifs was a shot of a showerhead pouring, which allowed me to flex my endless trove of useless knowledge for a moment: I recognized it immediately as the shower from Psycho. It was a nice distraction from the fact that I really really needed to pee, and was secretly praying one of these challenges would contain some sort of momentary relief. The big amounts of water were starting to really pour through my system, and I had the briefest flash of doubt cross my mind. Luckily, I am a creature fueled solely by spite and I despise losing, so I was able to press on with newfound determination as a result, if not a little shaky at this point. The shakiness was partially because he snuck in a little something incredibly mean. GIF #11 wasn't a gif at all, it was a JAV mp4 of a girl wetting her skirt in a stall. It took me completely off guard and seeing someone wearing something similar to my outfit just have an accident all over the floor had me groan. It was clever, to his credit. But Zapdos is an asshole. Chapter 5: Spritzing Sprinkler "You may use the bathroom to relieve yourself.* Afterwards, stack the plates and then the bowls you previously washed on top of the toilet seat. If they begin to feel precariously balanced before they are all stacked, then remove the topmost one and consider this task complete. Note: stacking the dishes one by one is required for clearing the Zapdos Test with a Plus Ultra rank. *You can only do so for one second at a time, and you must do this exactly ten times. You must exit the bathroom and wait for one minute between each period of relief. Count the number of times you are unable to stop after one second and record the number. If the number is zero, you may have one extra 5-second relief. If the number is over 5, drink a glass of water after completing this task." So, a bit of a confession to make. I fucked this one up pretty badly. I was so eager for a bit of relief that I didn't read nearly carefully enough, i.e I missed the part about waiting a minute between each. I practically ran into the bathroom, and machine gunned off 10 spurts, some of which perhaps lasting longer than a second. I didn't know my fuckup until I had done everything required and then was informed of said fuckup. The punishment and result? Take another one of those great big drinks I had to replace what I'd lost, and do it all again. Keep in mind that this was maybe 2 hours after my initial starting chug; everything had time to filter through pretty well, and I had in a few challenges gone from mild need, to quite whimpery and desperate. My bladder was absolutely pulsing, and I could feel my lower muscles quivering, occasional contractions forcing me to bend at the knees. Can you blame me for missing a detail? After getting relief, and then replacing it all, my bladder wanted more out. So waiting a minute in between each spurt was absolute hell. It ALL wanted to come out, and very, very difficult. This was one of those points where if I wasn't on my A game, it would all come pouring out. I remember praying to myself that if I did indeed lose control at that moment, it would be during a spurt into the toilet and not dancing around whining outside my closed bathroom. During the first round of spurts, a bit managed to enter my underwear as I was pulling them down for my initial sit-down. I failed to stop 3 times during the initial round of machine gunning, and once during the far more torturous round 2, while I was getting up from one of my one second spurts and more kept coming as I was standing up, creating a splatter on the floor in front of the toilet. The government spies are likely very concerned with my well-being, as I was shouting at my google home in the kitchen to set 1 minute timers (My kitchen is across the hall from the toilet) with increasing franticness every time. Luckily, it resulted in a good amount of relief, even if I was punished via needing to intake more liquid than I'd released during said relief. Stacking the dishes, fresh with new vigor from my slight emptying, was absolutely trivial. I was proud and excited to take on the next challenge, at which point I found out why I had gotten the relief in the first place. Chapter 6: Tim Hortons "Equip the Lush 2 at LOW (roughly 25% of MAX) and change out of the skirt into a pair of jeans. Head out on the Cafe Adventure™. Further instructions will be sent via online communications. Keep in touch, you hear?" For context, I am Canadian. Tim Hortons coffee is what our blood is made of, and we have one essentially on every block. It is the single most common enterprise you will find in this country. It was pre-established that should I leave the house during the challenges, this is where I'd be going, because Zapdos didn't want to place me anywhere uncomfortable. For even further context, as with any woman proud of and in control of her personal sexual agency, I have a few toys, the Lush 2 being one of such. It is essentially a big motor meant to go inside and stay there while vibrating for internal stimulation, rather than any kind of bullet vibrator. Look it up if you want to see what I mean. Given the very nature of the device, the second I had equipped it and turned it on, having gotten relief simply no longer mattered. The rather nice vibrations coupled with it being inside DIRECTLY affected my bladder, basically vibrating it by extension. Other parts did not fare well either, with it compounding the urge to pee by perhaps twice as much. I imagine it was stimulation of the urethra from the inside or something of similar concept; it wasn't so much the muscles quivering and wavering, as much as the very direct urge of wanting to pee, if I'm explaining this right. It made things very difficult. I would have been enjoying it far more if I hadn't been determined to win. I pulled my jeans on with some difficulty, as they were quite tight, slapped on a belt for style and because I'm a masochist, before throwing on my leather jacket and leaving my apartment, closing the door behind me. And so, the walk was torture. It was cold, I was cold, the cold made me need to pee worse and worse, so I was essentially powerwalking as hard as I could to get everything over with. The vibrations and the constant jostling of my bladder from walking so vigorously were an omo-enthusiasts desperate dream incarnate. I felt like I could have peed at any moment, and had to keep such focus that I mainly kept my head down and used google maps to know exactly where I was walking, despite knowing exactly where. Focus was absolute key. It was like trying to walk when drunk, consistency and rhythm and balance and focus on nothing else. If I didn't, I'd flood these fresh pants in the middle of the street. I remember talking a big game about how I could have done it without the relief, but I'm pretty sure I was absolutely full of shit. In providing Zapdos updates, it got to the point where I'd essentially lost the ability to type coherently. Apparently, according to people whom observe my holds often, that means I'll be leaking soon. I'm predictable to everyone except myself. After carrying on for nearly a kilometer, I arrived at my destination, went inside, and did my absolute fucking best not to shake. And so, I was sent part 2: "Enter the cafe’s bathroom. Unequip the Lush 2 and stand in front of the toilet, spreading your [REDACTED] as if to pee. DO NOT PEE. Because you requested the increased difficulty mode you must remain like this for one minute instead of thirty seconds and you may not actually relieve yourself afterwards. If you begin to pee, do everything in your power to stem the flow and start again. If this happens three times, abandon the attempt. Because you requested the increased difficulty mode, you must equip the Lush 2 at MED (roughly 50% of MAX) before leaving the bathroom. If you were unable to complete this part of the task within three tries, inquire as to what the punishment is." There was a problem though. A very significant one. Every holders dream or nightmare depending, of which I sent Zapdos a picture to show I was absolutely not bullshitting him. The bathrooms were out of order. Now, I realize according to the challenge, it wasn't for the purposes of peeing, but something about seeing a closed bathroom and knowing the challenge was delayed nearly made me have an accident on the spot. It was the absolutely the closest I've ever come to outright exploding without leaking first. I am very much a heavy leaker, my muscles gradually give out more than all at once. But this urge was so fucking intense that I almost flooded my pants right there in the middle of the cafe. I had to find a table, lean on it, and shove my hand between my legs for dear life as discreetly as I could because I was SURROUNDED by people in for their night-time coffee. I was a deer in the headlights, I was absolutely and utterly convinced I was going to have an accident before I could possibly leave and it was putting me into a state of fight or flight. I wanted and needed out before something bad happened, and man was I ever on the precipice of something absolutely humiliating. We decided I'd go to the nearby gas station, which resulted in more walking, but getting out of the immediate situation helped my bladder just a touch. A lot of that primal desperation was likely mental. I followed the challenge at the gas station bathroom, and it caused a single spurt to come out, so I guess the people who would predict me were right. Luckily, my pants were down, and even more luckily, I was feeling a decent bit better with the vibrator out for a moment. Once I was finished, I was provided with more instructions. I should also note that the bit about the increased difficulty mode, its because I talked a big game, as I always do, before I even knew what the challenge was. I told him to make it harder without having any idea as to what it entailed. I'm that type of person. Anyway, the instructions: "Order your favourite food. Feel free to sit as far away from (or as close to) other people as you want. Inform Zapdos when you are seated with your meal so he can send you some reading material." The meal in this case, was gas station nachos, the seat was a curb outside. That cafe bathroom being closed really did screw everything up. The reading material was an excerpt from my very own KozmoLotto IV. I was enjoying the food too much for it to affect me, after essentially water-logging myself a nice salty snack was the most welcome thing on earth. Of course, the second I was done my food and back in the real world, the feeling of my vibrator being cranked up to even higher power started to get to me really bad. As if on cue for things getting back to the stage of really bad, I was provided my next set of instructions: To write out how I was feeling in detail as best as I could as a small paragraph. Here is the masterpiece I sent: "Im on a fuckibg phone in the cold aaaa So this stupid fuckinf bird is making ne these stupid fuckinf challenges and i need to pee really badly and guess ehat im not home IM IN THE MIDDLE OF MY CITY AND I HAVE TO WALK BACK si luke thabk gid its dstk out if antrhinf happens im gobna have to I HUST FUCKING LEAKED SO YEAH IM WEARING JEANS LETS HOPE THATS NOT SHOWING FUCK AND ON TIP OF THST I HAVE A FUCKIN VIBRATOR IN MY COOCH THET IM GOING TO PUT IN MY DARKEST DRAWER FORNALL OF ETERNITY AS PUNISHMEN ITS FUCKING COLD OUTNHERE I CAN BARELY FEEL MY FUCKINF FINGERS" You could probably write a paper analyzing my colorful commentary, how my typing deteriorated into a leak, and then got better after said leak. Which, I did in fact leak as I was typing, sitting there on the curb. A solid gush pushed through my panties as I was typing and left a large blotch on my crotch area, with a small trail creeping down towards my ass. Remember how I mentioned vivid descriptions get to me earlier? I'd done that to myself, and the urge got so bad that I literally couldn't keep the urge from overwhelming for just a moment, forcing me to pee as it did. The vibrator likely stimulated what would have normally been a bad urge into an outright leak, coaxing the urine along in my system and ensuring my urethra WOULD let go of it. Luckily, I was no longer standing in a cafe surrounded by boomers drinking coffee, so I did not immediately die from embarrassment without writing a will first. I got up and walked away, awaiting my next instructions. Here's the biggest fuckup not being able to stay in the cafe caused, along with my own presumptions. My next instructions were as follows: "You may use the bathroom to relieve yourself. Because you requested the increased difficulty mode, you may only relieve yourself for 2.5 seconds instead of 8. Once you are done, set the Lush 2 to HIGH (roughly 75% of MAX) or MAX before exiting the bathroom. Note: setting the Lush 2 to MAX is required for clearing the Zapdos Test with a Plus Ultra rank." I'm sure you can see the problem. If I was in a cafe it wouldn't have been as bad, as I'd have a seat inside. But I had been in the gas station, spent time in its bathroom, and left for greener pastures. It would be weird for me to do all that AGAIN, even if it was for the pee break. My anxiety battled my bladder and my anxiety won, I thought it would be too weird for me to go back in to use the bathroom I'd already used from the point of view of anyone in there. So I didn't. This was a mistake. Increasing the vibrator to max was crippling. All the sensations almost caused me to collapse and in my communications with zapdos I could barely send more than two poorly typed all caps words at a time. I practically begged him to tell me where I was going next. He told me to go back home. The distance between the cafe and my home was almost a kilometer and I was about to burst all over the bustling city sidewalk with pee, gripping myself and dancing under my jacket. Luckily for you lot, KozmoFox is not a quitter. I kept calm...well no, I kept very very frantic, and carried on, using my free hand to muffle squeaks and moans from the absolute cacophony of utter overstimulation I was going through. This cacophony would be my partial undoing. I was walking, and walking, and walking, through streets and neighborhoods just trying my damndest to hold on and not piss my pants. I pride myself on being able to power through any challenge without failing. I have never lost a hold-off. I have won every omo challenge that had a victory condition. If I have a goal I'm aiming to beat requiring omo, no matter if its a time, a person, a concept, I've beaten it. I egged myself on with this knowledge, I was almost home. I just kept telling myself. Don't pee your pants. Don't wet yourself. Don't piss. Don't. So guess what I did next? Really, take one guess as to what happened. I peed in my pants. I was walking, and it was very dark. The urge kept building, and I kept moaning, as far as I knew out of view walking through night time streets, though the occasional car would pass by every few seconds. Nobody would be able to see enough on the darkness of the side walk or hear me from passing by in their car, or so I hoped. I had to pee so bad. So so bad. I couldn't think, I couldn't function. The vibration, the urges, they were all too much to process. My powerwalk slowed to a hobble, just a street over from mine. The hobble turned to a tiptoe. The tiptoe turned to a stop. My knees buckled, I wobbled, I could feel tears plucking at my eyes and I couldn't stop mewling and whining, I begged myself not to let go and my body just wouldn't fucking listen. Like a balloon inflating and you know its about to pop but it just keeps inflating, I gripped and danced but it just wouldn't subside, even though it felt like I was clenched up it just kept making its course. And then... Sssssshhh. I felt a microexplosion as my body tensed up shuddering and PUSHED it out without any care as to how I felt about the matter. It was dark, but I could see a proverbial flower of wetness burst forth from my crotch, and expand, and EXPAND, rushing straight down my right pantleg and absolutely pouring off the knee, getting a bit of my other knee wet the way they were knocked together, and spattering on the ground. Come to think of it, the positioning is likely why it rushed that way. I thought it was done, I unlocked my legs, felt with my hands which came away very damp indeed. Just a huge leak, I thought, until just as I went to take a step I felt it spreading across my ass and down the back of my thighs. I was still going and the urge was so bad with the vibrations that I outright couldn't tell save for the warmth I could feel spreading across my backside. It was like turning on a faucet, not so that its dripping, just the smallest tiny stream you can make, dribbling out of me and seeping into the fabric of my pants. I heard more patters on the ground and I leaned against a fence, shoving both hands between my legs just writhing in agony, verbally begging it to stop, all the "no's" and "please's" in the world. I got it under control, barely. It was dark, and I couldn't see how bad it was, I could just tell that from leaning down to stare at the front of my pants it only appeared to be a soaking crotch area leading in a very wide wet patch down to the knee. It could have looked far worse, but I knew I peed more than that, and just decided not to think about how it might look in the light. Luckily, this was not the end. The challenge specified that the losing condition was to completely lose control, which I had not. Despite pissing my pants in public on a city street, with at least two cars passing, I still had plenty of pee left in the tank that was still begging for its extradition. I calmed myself down, and walked to the edge of my street...Just to see someone cross in front of me, from the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street I'd been walking. It was so dark and I was so wrapped up in my own pee shenanigans that I never noticed he existed. What he saw while walking, what he saw when I came under the street light at the edge of the street and he passed in front of me turning down a different one, I'll never ever know. He gave me a friendly nod, and kept going, so I'm hoping he noticed nothing, even with the light illuminating the front of my wet pantleg. If he did see anything, he'd better take it to his grave. Luckily, I did get a goooood amount of relief from just wetting myself like that, so I got home without any further incidents, despite literally biting my lip so hard it bled trying to get my key in the lock. At this point, I was asked to sit down at my computer and write a paragraph once more, this time about the journey home. The relief had worn off, and thus once again, I leaked into already wet pants while sitting there and typing. As those who would predict me say, when the leaks become frequent, I'm near the end. Here's what I wrote, another grammatical masterpiece for your reading pleasure: "okay so im there writing that first paragraph under a streetlight and i get to JUST LEAKED, JUST SO YOU KNOW, start walking home afterwards, and i took the darker route home and it was really fucking bad, at this point the vibrator was cranking off at 75% power and i had already kleaked and i couldnt so much as like hold myself because its A BUSTLING CITY STREET so i coulkdnt so much as stop to cross my legs and bend over until it got quieter, fuck i need to fuicking PEE, and i had to pee so bad and was just focussed on moving forward that i actually passed my street and had to turn asrounds and go back to it, so then i get to my street and eventually can see my house which setgs off latchkey incontinence IN FUCKING ADVANCE so i piss myself right down to my fucking right knee and im like MAN I HOPE THAT AINT VISIBLE IN THE DARTK BECAUSE THIS ASSHOLE MADE ME WEAR FUCKING JEANS so im like okay im safe, and then i pass under one of the VERY FEW STREETLIGHTS AS A GUY IS CROSSING THE STREET AND HE MAKES EYECONTACT AND IM LIKE, PLEASE DO NOT LOOK AT MY LOWER HALF GOOD SIR BECAUSE EVEN IM NOT LOOKING TO SEE HOW BAD IT IS and then i get to my fucking house and almost cant ghet myt key in because im so shaky and ims tarting to sweat and im biting my lip so hard it I LEAKED agfainj SORRY CONTINUING and then i manage to get to my cxomputer, sit down, hoping reprieve is coming, and this sick FUCK makes me write ANOTHER GODDAMN PARAGRAPH IM ABOUT TO PISS MY FUCKING PANTS THANK YOU AND GOODNIIGHT" From there, I was allowed to change into a dry set of clothes, if I recall grey panties and more jeans that I IMMEDIATELY sprayed another leak into with a quite literal cry of agony the second I buttoned them, dampening my thighs and getting drops on my laundry room floor. If you're curious at all, the pants I wore out were fucking soaked. I was right that it was far worse than it looked from the front, I drenched those jeans all the way down the back, so I'd essentially flooded my pants. You know what a pair of soaking brick wet jeans look like, I couldn't have gotten my thighs, ass, and the backs of my legs more wet unless I tossed them into a full bathtub, so I just tossed them in the washing machine instead. Its hard to believe that I was completely soaked and STILL about to completely piss in them more struggling and crying at my front door. Finally, FINALLY, it was time for the next challenge. Chapter 7: Liquid Literature "In an effort to help distract you from the fact that you’re almost wetting yourself (maybe you’re even leaking small spurts every now and then), some comics have been provided for you to read. Make sure to read them properly, though - believe it or not, it’s much harder to ignore how much you desperately need to pee if you flick through the pages as fast as possible. Because you requested the increased difficulty mode, you must also browse an album of carefully-selected standalone images. Please note that these images were in no way chosen because right now you would just about burst if someone tickled you or poked your lower stomach, or came from behind and gave you a big squeezing hug. Any similarities between your situation and those in the images are pure coincidence. If, by the end of this task, you feel as if you’re not going to make it through the final two tasks, you may relieve yourself for three seconds. However, you are not allowed to use a toilet or go outside." So there I was, sitting in my chair with fresh yet already damp pants, squeaking and moaning and practically KNEADING at my nether regions to keep what was still in me in, because despite having let a fair bit out my kidneys were still processing liquid, and every single muscle related to my bladder was just done with me. Knowing this, this asshole makes me go through a full collection of omo comics and pictures. I started to read, and immediately leaked more, feeling liquid seep underneath me to make my butt nice and warm. Not much to say, I read, I leaked, and I needed to pee like crazy. I was on the verge of flooding my desk, but I couldn't give in. I'd been through far too much to lose now, and I was so close. Despite being in my third outfit, all of which have had pee on them, some more than others, I still hadn't lost via the rules as written. If you can call 3 wet outfits and an accident a victory, its a victory. I got through the comics, the pictures had gifs in them which fucked with me bad. The last one had me leak more, having me gush into my hands (which were buried between my legs) enough to soak the hands themselves through the fabric. A solid PSSH. I have my saying so on record: "jsurft looked at lasrt lasrt leeeaaassddkkk its on my handdsss" I am such a good writer, can't you tell? At first I wasn't going to take the three second relief, I was positive I wouldn't be able to stop. But given my computer decided it was time for windows update to restart it and take 10 minutes, I took it anyway, and somehow, DIDN'T go beyond the allotted three second time. If I recall, I hiked my pants down to my knees in the bathtub for it, where I got to survey the damage, which was ENTIRELY my rear end, as I'd been sitting. Thanks to this relief I was able to type properly for exactly 2 messages before I degenerated back into a sweaty desperate crying mess. Time for the next challenge! Chapter 8: Spurting Leaks "Your hands must be getting tired by now, so out of care for your well-being it is now a requirement that you keep your right arm and hand from doing anything besides lying or hanging at your side. This applies to all future challenges. Watch the enclosed videos. Because you requested the increased difficulty mode, you must watch four videos instead of two." Spurting leaks is right. From here on out I was essentially in a constant dribble and my throat near giving out from the fact I couldn't stop making noises. I pointed out to Zapdos that Snuppa sounded a lot like me in my current situation, given she tends to make noises as well. I noticed this due to her being one of the videos, of which encompassed her, some JAV, the usual bunch. It wasnt easy, and every time I finished one I felt my torso tense up and my muscles force out another jet of urine into my crotch. These pants were already done for. After finishing this torture, I basically just kind of sent bunches of letters at zapdos to signal I was ready for chapter 9: Chapter 9: Dribbling Dam "Remove the dishes stacked on top of the toilet and put them away. Enter the bathroom and perform all the actions you normally would when going to the toilet (removing your clothes, sitting down etc.) then tell Zapdos that you are ready. Note: Removing and putting away each dish one by one is required for clearing the Zapdos Test with a Plus Ultra rank." Bathroom. Plate. Kitchen. Cupboard. It was such a meticulous routine, and my bladder was so tired. Every step might as well have been a direct signal to my bladder to let go, and I was far too stubborn to have any of it, as I often tend to be. Most would have given up by now, especially after the earlier soaking, but not KozmoFox. I'm like Maxwell House, Good Until the Last Drop (tm). I had at least one more soaking in me. I know this for a fact, because that happened. I put away the last plate, pulled out my phone to signal I was ready for the final challenge, and it happened again. The compounding urge, the swelling, my body tensing and pushing without a single nerve signal coming from my consciousness to allow it. I dropped my phone on the kitchen counter and shoved my hands between my legs, crying and bouncing, just uttering verbal diarrea for it not to come out, that this can't be the end, not when I'm so close, when I'm RIGHT THERE. My body did not care in the slightest, and I promptly peed in my pants for a second time. My body pushed, and it sprayed. This dam wasn't dribbling, it was flooding. I was leaning with my back against the counter for support, jiggling and bouncing with one foot over the other, my hands attempting to form a seal that did NOTHING. My body wracked itself with this utter tremor, just pushing down with all the force it could muster and I had to shove one of my hands to my mouth to keep from yelling, just an "mMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" escaping my mouth. I could feel it rush down my legs, soaking my pants, my inner legs and the back of them being soaked in seconds. It almost sounded like a shower splashing on my floor. I removed the hand from my crotch and gripped around my backside, looking for literally anything I could hold on to but all I felt was the river CHARGING out of my nether regions, soaking my hand and the cuff of my cardigan's sleeve. After a few seconds of wetting myself with the full force of a firehose, perhaps 4 seconds of high power peeing, I managed to stop. You might call this another damning and humiliating accident, barely maybe an hour after the last one. I called it not losing. Still standing in a small lake in my kitchen, sopping jeans clinging to me and turning cold, I opened my phone for the final challenge. I'd already basically had two accidents, but my overtired bladder was still maybe 3/4 of the way full. With a FULL bladder, 4 seconds of full on peeing might be enough to drench a pair of tighter jeans, but its FAR from a full release (Its how I realized most omo models barely have to go at all. If you've ever held and wet, you know exactly what I'm saying). So what was one more? Bring it on. Chapter 10 Bursting Forth: "This entire task was added purely because you requested the increased difficulty mode. Act as if you had just used the toilet (use toilet paper, flush, dress yourself again etc.) then exit the bathroom. Equip the Lush 2 at the highest possible setting and write one final paragraph detailing how badly you need to pee. After doing so, unequip the Lush 2 and once again perform all the actions you normally would when going to the toilet (removing your clothes, sitting down etc.) except for removing your underwear then tell Zapdos that you are ready." Given I'd just made a bit of a mess of my kitchen floor, the pretending to use the toilet part was not as hard as it could have been. I leaked a LOT when I sat down, another spray of a full few seconds into the toilet so loud it might as well have been deafening, but I feel like the kitchen incident kept it from being game over. See, the kitchen totally wasn't just an accident, it was optimization. I swear. Don't look at me like that. It was totally a strategy. I got to my computer, equipped the Lush 2 again at max resulting in some sensations that were very nearly too inappropriate to write about, if you catch my drift. I came real close to ascending, if you're following the path I'm taking here. But I managed to get it together, somehow being able to pull my hands away from sealing off the already shattered dam to type the most ridiculous yet triumphant paragraph I've ever stumbled and typoed my way through: "this bird is going to act all smug about his increased difficulty but im not going to give him the satisfaction of complaining one bit. thgfoiuh i must saay, having ther vibrator on maximum powerr is absoltuely killing me, as its insdie me and putrting pressdure in all the difficultg places. i need to peee so fuckgin bvad i cant put words to it. tgis not evn a matter of volume anymroe its more the faCTF that its been hours and fuckgin hours and my musicles just cant take it. i eneed to apply pressure. if i apply pressure it feels more numb. the ache is there but its like having a supporot. the second i move my hand it becomes farr too strong, the immense urge jsut bites so hard its almsot painful. i used both hands in the kitcvhen to putg a plate back and afrter 3 seconds of having a hand away to do that i pissed down my leg so hard for a moment that i left a puddkle and soaked my sock. i got it back under contro;. im under control. i am kozmofox., nobody asnd no bladder cna bend me to their will., i feel like im going tfgo piss myself at literally any given secodn, i have sputtered and spurted and sprayed so much in so many different places and clothes on tghsi night, but i will never completely break. never. i am the fucking queen. BOW YA SHITS" And so, the great Kozmo was finally able to run to her bathroom in sopping pants, squealing in agony and anticipation, and tear off her clothes and sit on her porcelain throne. Zapdos decided he wanted to do a test, and see how long I could discuss the intracacies of omo art before finally giving out. I managed 1 sentence while already spraying and sputtering and leaking, and I finally just couldn't take it anymore. My body knew where we were, knew we were safe, knew I had one, and it gave out COMPLETELY. I peed, and peed, and peed, and PEED, and it felt so amazing I almost passed out. The relief was so good that I don't think I'll ever forget it. And so, I completed the Zapdos Test, victorious DESPITE the road blocks and missing at least one chance of relief, and I did it with a Plus Ultra rank. I cleaned up, sat down, and relaxed, and peed like 4 more times before bed because I literally couldn't keep a drop in anymore. Eventually I did go to bed, but not before remarking TELL ME BIRD, HAVE YOU EVER HEARD THESE WORDS? GO BEYOND. PLUS....ULTRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did doing it ❤️ And if you're wondering, yes this did earn me the character from the bot and yes it was worth because I'm obsessive over such things. Yes I realize I held KozmoLotto VI ages ago, yes I'll get around to it. Life is busy but I'm trying to make more time for my omo escapades. If you're new to my writing, allow me to present you with the rest of my experiences, for further reading if you wish! Wet myself looking for a bathroom at a club! Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas. Wet myself outside of the bathroom Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! Wet myself at the University Peed my pants while tech supporting a friend! And the lottos! Part IV is the highest rated post in omorashi.org history, and Part V Section II has my favorite omo art piece ever made, which make them particular points of pride for me, so if you can't be arsed with reading through all other 16 but still want to read more, those are my recommendations. I love you all. Once again, thanks for reading, and if you enjoy this I promise I'll be back with more.~
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  2. Chapter 2: St. Jude's Memorial Cassandra threw the duvet off. She felt cold and sticky. She’d fallen asleep with her jeans on, and they were soaked down to the knees. There was an oval patch of wetness extending around her hips, down between her legs towards the center of the mattress. The bottom half of her shirt was sticking to her lower back, wet and clammy. A distinct tang of urine filled the room. She felt cold, wet, and very alone. She came for me again. After all these years, the Kind Lady had come back to warn her. But of what? Cassandra strained to ignore the sticky wetness around her bottom, the cold wet sheets, and remember. Her inquiries would lead her to ruin. But how? What if I give it all up? She’d asked. You will not and you cannot, the Kind Lady had said. Right now, though, she had more immediate problems to deal with. Cassandra crawled out of bed and pulled down her drenched jeans. She was too anxious to really be embarrassed by what had happened. If she’d wet the bed and the Kind Lady hadn’t shown up, she might have been embarrassed. But this always happened when the old ghoul decided to pay her a visit. She checked her phone and it was only eight in the morning on a Saturday. Cassandra figured her roommate wouldn’t be up yet. She ripped off the wet sheets, bundled them up with her wet jeans and shirt, left the wet panties on. She couldn’t quite make herself walk fully nude down the hallway, even if she expected it to empty. She made her way down the hall and pulled on the door to the bathroom. It was locked. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. Cassandra turned on her heel and was about to run back to her room when the door bumped against her shoulder. “She’s all yours!” Her housemate Nina chirped, far too bright for a Saturday morning. “Uh, what’s going on?” She followed up. Then: “Oh. Oh, oh, oooh.” Cassandra turned around, clutching the wet clothes and sheets to her chest like a teddy bear. Nina’s eyes searcher her, then fell on the wet half-moon stain between her legs, the bundle of clothes and sheets in her arms. “Oooh.” Cassandra felt her cheeks warm. She hadn’t intended to be caught wet-handed. Thankfully, her blush wasn’t quite as noticeable on her darker skin. Nina made to leave, but Cassandra seized her arm, caught in a sudden desire to explain herself. She didn’t want her housemate to see her like this, but she didn’t want her to make any assumptions either. “It’s just, I had a terrifying nightmare and I guess… I guess I wet the bed,” Cassandra said. Nina held her gaze. Cassandra looked back, and she could see Nina’s eyes grow moist, sparkling. “Oh, dear. Sweet Cassie,” she said, and pulled her into a hug. “You go take a shower and I’ll make you some tea.” They separated, and as she watched Nina go down the stairs, she put a hand to her cheek, held it over the warm spot where Nina had made contact. Blushing, she shook her head and made her way into the bathroom. She pulled off her bra and her wet panties and dumped them in the washing machine with the rest of the wet and dirty, then stepped into the shower. As the water fell over her shoulders, Cassandra found herself touching the spot where Nina’s cheek had made contact again. She shook her head. Her housemate, a little dirty blonde pixie who almost had to stand on her tiptoes to hug her, was a sweet girl. Nina was always trying to drag Cassandra out of her shell. She couldn’t quite figure out why she’d never really reciprocated. Nina wanted Cassandra in her life; Cassandra had been fine keeping her at arm’s length. But standing there listening to the warm water trickle into the drain and washing the sticky, filthy urine off her, she couldn’t quite put together why. Cassandra was often lonely. And she knew why: because she always pushed away the people in her life who could have become her tribe. She spent most of her time studying for her classes or studying the arcane, and most of her acquaintances were like Amy: they felt like colleagues, not like friends. But Nina hadn’t needed to drag her to parties, she hadn’t needed to offer to help her with makeup, she hadn’t needed to offer to share study notes. She could have laughed when Cassandra showed up in wet panties with urine-stained sheets in her hand, but she didn’t. She made a decision. She was going to let Nina in, just a little bit. She was going to tell her the truth. Well, a sanitized version of the truth. She couldn’t quite muster the courage to tell her housemate that a supernatural hag showed up in her bedroom at night and warned her of impending death. Nina would probably call the university psychiatry service on her part. But she could at least tell part of the truth. When Cassandra emerged downstairs, dressed in gray dry yoga pants and a white top, Nina had already put a porcelain samovar and two cups on the table. A concession to her Russian heritage, she’d explained once. The samovar was painted with a flowery motif in royal blue on white. Nina poured her a cup of chamomile tea. She sat with one foot tucked underneath her on the couch, a smile in her eyes that didn’t quite reach her pink lips. “Oh my god,” Cassandra says, “this is so embarrassing,” because that was the kind of thing you said in this situation. “Don’t worry about it,” said Nina. “I totally pissed the bed freshman year when I went to my first party.” Cassandra felt her cheeks burn again, not so much on her own behalf as on Nina’s. “I wasn’t drunk, though,” she said. “Still,” Nina said. “Try the tea. It’s one of my favorites!” Cassandra took a sip. It was sweet, with an aftertaste of something else, like a promise. “I, uh, I have this recurrent nightmare,” Cassandra began. “It’s like, this ghost lady with bones sticking out in all the wrong places. She comes to me at night and tells me something really bad is going to happen. It’s happened ever since I was a child, and for some reason, whenever I have this nightmare, I end up peeing the bed.” “No way,” said Nina, leaning closer to Cassandra. Their knees were touching. “Do they ever come true? These, uh, visions or whatever?” Cassandra looked down, unable to hold her housemate’s inquisitive gaze. Could she really pretend, for Nina’s sake, that this was actually real? She’d always known, deep down, that it was real, that it couldn’t be just a recurrent nightmare. But she’d never let herself admit it to anyone else. They’ll just think I’m crazy, she’d thought. “Uh, yeah,” she began. “Like, one time, the Kind Lady told me my neighbor’s cat was going to die. I’d more or less adopted that cat as my own pet. And she did, like, a few days later.” “The Kind Lady?” Nina asked. Shit shit shit. She hadn’t intended to reveal that. Cassandra never knew where the name came from, but she’d always known that was the apparition’s name. “That’s what I call her,” she said, biting her lip and evading Nina’s eyes. “I don’t know why, but it just came to me. That’s what’s she’s called, The Kind Lady. She’s really scary, but she never hurts me. She always comes to tell me someone I care about is going to have a bad time.” “Oh my god,” Nina said. “Oh, poor you.” Cassandra chanced a glance at her. Nina was leaning forward, pursing her lips, eyes eager for more. “You don’t think I’m crazy?” Cassandra asked. “I think you’re a lot less crazy than you think you are,” she said earnestly. “What did the Kind Lady say this time?” “That’s just it,” Cassandra said, taking another sip of her tea. “She’s never told me anything about myself before. It’s always been about someone else. But this time, she told me… I don’t know exactly. That something bad was going to happen to me. Because of, uh, my research.” Nina tentatively put a hand on her shoulder. When Cassandra didn’t flinch, she began rubbing. “Oh, dear,” she said. “What research?” “My, uh, interest in the… the occult.” Cassandra’s entire face was burning, and she knew it would be visible. But Nina just continued rubbing her shoulder and making soothing noises. “Oh, sweet Cassie,” she said. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” Cassandra almost believed it. Once they had finished their tea, and Nina had made all the soothing noises she could think of, Cassandra thanked her for the tea and promised they’d talk again, really talk, soon. She was almost floating on a cloud when she gathered up her things and made her plans for the day. It felt like a new beginning of sorts. A new Cassandra. No longer the loner with her nose in a four-hundred-year-old book, sneezing at dust and flinching at shadows. A person who had friends she could confide in. It was almost too good to be true, but also seemed close enough to her grasp that she allowed herself to hope. She’d considered giving up all her research. Of course she had. The Kind Lady had never been wrong. Whenever she showed up, something terrible was about to happen. And this time, the Lady had come to warn her, Cassandra. Not about her neighbor’s cat or her mother. Her. But in the end, it was never a question. She couldn’t just leave things like this. The visit had confirmed that she was on to something. And how could she avoid whatever fate awaited her if she didn’t know what it was she was on the verge of discovering? She decided that the order of the day was to check out the last registered residence of one Bethany Musgrave. She’d lived at a place on Cypress Lane seven years ago, together with her husband, and she might live there still. Cassandra hadn’t been able to find any more up-to-date information on Bethany Musgrave, so she decided to simply conduct a house call. She’d figure out a story on the spot. She stuffed a bottle of water into a backpack with a notepad and a few pens and set out. It was still a little early to go visiting someone on a Saturday morning, but she could always scope out the place in advance. Cypress Lane was a cutesy little back street, all white picket fences and small middle-class homes fronted by lawns that would no doubt be well-manicured in the summer, but now in mid-October they were yellow or brown and coated in a thin layer of frost. The eponymous trees stood like sentinels groping at the sky, along the side of the road and inside gardens, watching her. Cassandra shivered. She’d put on a winter coat, but her legs were only insulated by a thin layer of yoga pants that would have been more appropriate in the gym. Curse my inability to get my clothes washed on schedule, and a pox on all bed-wetting monsters. She crossed her arms to keep the warmth flowing in her upper body, hoping it would bleed over into her legs. The street ended in a cul-de-sac, and at its end sat a modest little house, tucked away behind a garden. Cassandra’s lips twitched into a half-smile. She was definitely in the right place, and she was definitely onto something. The garden was blooming, green trees, green bushes, green grass apparently unconcerned by the layer of frost on its branches. This isn’t natural. This garden looked nothing like the dead botany of the neighboring houses. It was lush, blooming like the living embodiment of a middle finger in the face of winter. In the garden stood a young woman. She was bent over with a pair of gardening scissors, cutting off some unruly branches on a bush. Her butt was in the air and Cassandra flushed when she noted the perfect curve connecting her spine to her buttocks, like an invitation to bite down on the cheeks bulging into the fabric of her blue jeans. Cassandra shook her head. Nope, not into girls, move along. When the woman noticed Cassandra approaching, she rose, and Cassandra’s breath caught in her throat. She had brown hair going down to her shoulders, artfully unruly, like she’d made up her hair just enough not to actually be messy but to give off the impression that she’d just risen from bed and didn’t care. She was wiggling her wide hips side to side, shifting her weight from one foot to the other impatiently. Her eyes were the green of the Adriatic, and looking into them, she felt like she was seeing the bottom of the ocean—but a false bottom, like there were secrets hidden underneath the shallow sands through which crabs crawled and sea anemones grew. She was illuminant. The shadow of the bush under the low October sun seemed not to affect her. It made Cassandra deeply uncomfortable and, somehow, shamefully, aroused. She felt something sticky in her panties, a drop of sweat down her brow, her cheeks reddening. Cassandra shook her head. I don’t like this. It’s not natural. It’s not real. “May I help you?” Said the woman. Cassandra straightened her shoulders. It wasn’t like she had intended to: there was just something in the woman’s demeanor that made it impossible to resist. “I, uh...” Cassandra began. All the excuses she’d thought up on the way here were gone. “Um,” she began again. “I was looking for Bethany Musgrave. This was the last address registered on her. Does she, like, live here still?” She bit her lip. She sounded dumb. She sounded like she didn’t belong here. She’d make a terrible P.I. “Bethany Musgrave doesn’t live here anymore,” said the woman. “I’m Asha.” She held out a hand, and Cassandra was shaking it, and as she released the hand, she didn’t remember ever reaching out her hand to greet her. “’M Cassandra,” she heard herself say, even though she’d had no intention to reveal anything more than necessary. Asha crossed her legs discreetly as she let go of Cassandra’s hand. Her eyes were so deep, Cassandra could get lost in them. Only the echo of the Kind Lady led her to break Asha’s gaze: I came to tell you that your fortune is at an end, Cassandra. “Why do you want to meet Mrs. Musgrave, Cassandra?” Asha asked, in a tone so sweet Cassandra could practically taste the venom dripping off the poisoned apple. “Oh, I’m, uh, researching the Musgrave family. For my dissertation,” she lied. She couldn’t bring herself to look into Asha’s eyes as she said so. “I don’t think so,” Asha said simply. Cassandra felt compelled to match those ocean-bottom eyes. “Tell me why you’re really here, and I may just decide to help you.” Cassandra’s eyes were burning. She was looking at Asha but all she saw was white, red, black. She closed her eyes. In the phosphenescent sight of her closed eyes, she saw only black, static, and faintly, darkly, as if there were a darker black than black, the outline of shoulders, of a pair of wings. They were flickering like flames. She opened her eyes. A trickle of sweat was tickling the roots of her hair near her nape. She nodded. She was in the presence of something not from this world, and she couldn’t help herself. “It’s not for my dissertation,” she heard herself say. She blushed at the sticky sensation of her panties against her lower lips, at the way her heart fluttered when she looked at Asha. “Tell me,” Asha intoned, and it wasn’t her speaking, it was a hundred dead men wailing in her ears. Tell me tell me tell me tell me. Cassandra felt her crotch grow warm, a chill down her spine, a twitch in her thighs. “It’s for my occult research.” “Good girl,” said Asha, sweet as a poison viper, and Cassandra’s crotch warmed again, something sticky and wet sliding down her inner thigh. Cassandra closed her eyes again. She saw the Kind Lady, a collection of bones assembling all wrong under a thin sheet of bone-white skin, and she heard her sepulchral rasp: Demoness. Succubus. She opened her eyes and found them watering, her lip trembling. “Bethany Musgrave doesn’t live here anymore,” Asha was saying, far away under the ocean. “She rented this house to myself and my fiancee this spring. She lives, oh, I don’t know her address, in an apartment somewhere in town, taking care of her sick husband.” “Asha, what are you doing?” A male voice. A young man was coming out of the house. Cassandra noticed Asha’s hand squeeze her crotch. The young man came up behind Asha. Her fiancee that she’d mentioned? He took her hand firmly, yanked it out of Asha’s crotch. Was that? Cassandra saw a shadow that could have been a small patch of wetness on Asha’s jeans. Did she just… Pee a little? “What are you doing?” The young man asked again. Asha’s knees buckled. She tried to yank her hand free, but the young man held it firmly. Instead, she bent her knees, an aborted curtsy, then straightened her back. “I was just having a little fun,” she said, pouting. “Remember the last time you had a little too much fun?” The young man was whispering, but Cassandra could just about catch what he was saying. Asha’s radiant skin, a tanned white, went ashen gray. Her cheeks flushed, and she raised a hand and rubbed her neck, just above her clavicle. Cassandra found her eyes closed again, although she didn’t remember closing them. She saw the afterimage of Asha’s shoulders, her collarbone; above it, her neck, a faint red scar like she’d been choked. She opened her eyes and looked into Asha’s deep green gaze, and Asha’s eyes were watering. “You should go,” said the young man. “Wait,” said Asha, struggling to get the words out. She’s hyperventilating, Cassandra realized. She’s panicking. I should do something, but… Demoness, The Kind Lady intoned. Succubus. “There’s a man she goes to visit. Jeremiah Rodgers-Musgrave, at St. Jude’s Memorial.” She looked apologetic. Cassandra found herself standing at the intersection between Morrow Road and Cypress Lane. She couldn’t remember walking back. Moreover, she couldn’t remember her lower half being so… Wet and sticky. Her panties seemed scrunched up, pushed between her buttocks, and they were warm and clinging to her like a drowning lover. She put a tentative hand between her legs. Her yoga pants were wet. I’ve wet myself, again. Awake, this time. Thankfully, they were black and it wasn’t visible unless the light hit just wrong. Not only was she wet downstairs, she felt parched. Her throat was dry as the Sahara, but when she fished out her water bottle, it was empty. She couldn’t remember drinking more than a mouthful out of it. Cassandra looked at her wristwatch. It was almost noon. Which meant she’d lost, what… Two hours? I can’t remember the last two hours, I’ve pissed myself, and apparently I drank all my water while blacked out. Great. Fucking amazing. Thanks, God. She spit on the ground. Her bladder spasmed. Cassandra bent over. She hadn’t noticed it, but she could feel her bladder bulging over the waistband of her pants. Another spasm wrecked her. She sank into a crouch, leaning on her heel as if that might help. Another spasm. Fuck it, I’m already wet. She tried to let go. Twenty-two or so years of potty training prevented her from letting go. She tried to push down, but no go. Then another spasm wracked her, and she couldn’t have held on if her life depended on it. Warm, wet urine pooled underneath her butt, spattered on the ground. She spread her legs, giving the urine a straight path to flow through her panties, warming her privates, through her yoga pants, to spatter shamefully on the ground. When she was done, she rose. Put a hand on her pants. They were warm and wet in the crotch, and a little trickle had gone down the inside of one thigh. A little had soaked into her tennis sock, but it was black like her yoga pants. She satisfied herself that nothing was visible unless you were looking very closely. Then she remembered something. It was a far-off memory, like that time she fell off her tricycle when she was three or four and scratched her knee. But it was there somewhere in the haze: Jeremiah Rodgers-Musgrave, St. Jude’s Memorial. St Jude’s was a nursing home in the middle of town, and visiting hours were just staring when she arrived. She felt a little guilty about leaving a damp spot in her bus seat for some unlucky schmuck to sit in, but only a little. Cassandra had concocted an elaborate cover story on the bus, but she didn’t need any of it. “I’m here to see Jeremiah Rodgers-Musgrave,” she’d said, ready to launch into a series of lies. But the nurse at the desk had only smiled. “Oh, he hasn’t had any visitors in months. Usually Ms. Bethany comes along, but she hasn’t been here lately.” “Oh,” Cassandra said. “I’ll take you to his room,” the nurse said. She seemed bored—working the desk at a nursing home on a Saturday probably wasn’t very exciting—and glad to have someone to talk at. “Were you close? I have to warn you, he isn’t always lucid, but these past few days he’s been fairly clear up top.” “I, uh, no...” Cassandra said. “I’m, uh, remote family. I only just found out he was living here. May I ask, uh, why? I mean, why is he not lucid all the time?” The nurse’s shoulders shuddered in what was clearly a calculated display of spine-tingling chill. “Mr. Rodgers came here in 1971,” she said. “Paranoid schizophrenia. He said he was born in 1734, and that there were people after him, looking to steal the secret to immortality.” “Really?” Cassandra asked, trying to conceal her excitement. There’s no fucking way this is just a lunatic in a nursing home. Not after… Whatever just happened to me. The nurse repeated her exaggerated I’m-so-terrified shudder. “Mr. Rodgers’ birth records indicated he was forty-two years old when he first came here,” she said. Her next words were delivered in an ominous whisper: “And I swear, he still looks forty-two.” What the fuck? The nurse showed her into a spare room: bed, wardrobe, gray curtains, a dying plant on the windowsill. Reproduction of a painting showing a scene Cassandra guessed was from the Civil War in a faux-gilded frame over a chair. In the chair sat a man in early middle age. He had black, graying her, a spotty beard with a trace of gray, and he was very, very thin. Almost as thin as The Kind Lady, his sweater enveloping him like a blanket, his dirty jeans not quite hanging onto his spindly calves, his atrophied quadriceps. “Mr. Rodgers?” The Nurse knocked on the open door. “You have a visitor. I’ll leave you to it. Visiting hours end at two.” The nurse hurried from the room, as if she’d seen a ghost. “Who are you?” The man fixed his gray eyes on her. His eyes had the spark of life in them, but his voice was raspy, like he’d smoked two packs a day for fifty years or he was suffering from lung cancer. “Cassandra,” she said. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he said, cracking a sad smile. “You’ve been waiting… for me?” “Well, not you specifically. But someone like you. I’ve been waiting a long time. Have you spoken to Bethany?” Cassandra shook her head. “Good. She’s been trying to silence me for two hundred years.” “Wow,” Cassandra said. She couldn’t help herself. She grabbed a chair sitting in a corner, pulled it up alongside Jeremiah. “Wow is right,” Jeremiah rasped. “I had a feeling you would believe me. You’ve had contact with Hell, girl,” he said. “What? What the fuck did you just say?” Cassandra’s sweet, understanding tone broke. “I can smell it on you. Twice have you seen Hell, and twice you’ve come out of it, diminished,” he intoned. Like he was delivering an ancient prophecy. “What does that mean?” “Hell if I know,” said Jeremiah. “I just know it happened.” She nodded. “So, you really did it? You, um, found the secret to immortality?” “A ritual at Mire Manor in 1776,” he said. “Year of the revolution. And only grief it’s brought me, all these years.” He spat on the floor. It was an angry gesture, an ugly gesture, and somehow it made Cassandra like this old man all the more. “I thought I’d rule the world,” he said. “And all I’ve been doing since then is running. Saving mine own hide, not rescuing orphans nor ruling over harems.” He sighed. “I’m sorry.” “Sorry? For yourself?” “Sorry you didn’t make it to the ladies’ room,” he said. “What the hell?” Jeremiah reached over and grabbed her hands. She was too shocked to pull away. “Let me fix that for you,” he said. And before she could protest, he put this hands directly over her damp, cold crotch. “What the hell are you doing?” She managed, but then she felt it: A warmth, spreading from her crotch, down her thighs, down into her right foot, the one whose sock had gotten wet. Not the warmth of a shot of Tequila, or the euphoric warmth of an orgasm. It was more like the warmth of her mother, tucking her into bed at night, making sure the covers were just right to protect her from monsters and burglars and bullies and nightmares. Everything. Everything, save the Kind Lady. You couldn’t protect me from her, Mom. The warmth faded away. Cassandra put a hand between her legs. Her crotch was dry. Not caring about the old man in front of her, she put a hand inside her yoga pants, squeezed her panties. They were dry. Dry and lukewarm like she’d just pulled them out of the drier. “What did you just do?” She demanded. “What I always intended to do, all these years. Not run away from witches and hide. Magic, dear Cassandra. Magic.” Standing in the cold outside St. Jude’s Memorial, Cassandra knew one thing. She knew were to find the answers she’d been seeking. Mire Manor. I have to go to Mire Manor. But she was too afraid to go alone. Who could she convince to go with her? Author's note: I struggled for months with how to continue this. Finally, I decided to just have a few drinks and sit down and write it, and I did. This is a story that has omorashi in it, not a story about omorashi. So, it might disappoint those who are looking for pure smut. But I hope you'll find it worth it anyway. In this chapter, I tried to convey some of the pure horror that coming face to face with a demon would invoke, which didn't come through as much in Desperate Demon. In this story, Asha is just a side character, but she's unbound, and she's terrifying.
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  3. Finally got around to writing a new experience. Its 15 pages and took 4 hours to write, so ya'll better love it, and that's not even counting the time the actual hold and challenges in question took to do.
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  4. Here’s a better butt picture
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  5. New YouTube Channel

    So I noticed a channel that's seems to be posting videos of themselves wetting. Or if they're taken from other places, I've haven't seen them myself. Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC60_wOSCj9sML50_F878TuQ I've uploaded the videos in case the channel gets taken down. Woman Pees Her Pants 2.mp4 Woman Pees Her Pants 3.mp4 Woman Pees Her Pants 1.mp4
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  6. Long time since I last posted. Life has been pretty hectic and it's been hard to find the time to have a good holding and wetting session. While just last week I was able to do a hold while on a roadtrip back home. It's a pretty short drive only five hours. My car gets decent gas mileage too so I only make one stop at the halfway point to top off on gas so I'm not running on E when i get back into town. Before I hit the road I knew i want to hold on my drive, it keeps me entertained, in a good mood, and it always feels naughty! Now it has been a long time since my last hold so my bladder hasn't been as strong as it usually was, not taking that into account I made sure to drink a venti coffee and a 16 oz. Bottle of water 2 hours before I started my drive. I had another 16 oz. Energy drink, Nos original is my preferred, and a blue Gatorade with me to sip on while I drive. The first hour of the drive was rather uneventful but I realized I ended up drinking my energy drink really quickly. I'm a huge fan of sugary drinks and caffiene! They also make me need to go rather quickly. In hindsight I dont think I even went before I left so I last emptied my bladder at roughly 8am and was on the road by noon. Drinking as much as i did before and even during. Hour two i was feeling a little squirmy what I'd call 4 out of 10. The feeling was there but wasnt anywhere near desperate or distracting. At the start of the third hour i was sipping on my gatorade getting ready to make my only stop on the trip. Getting out of the car to stand up increased my need pretty badly, gravity was against me as I filled my gas tank. I was fidgety hoping from foot to foot debating if I should be holding myself, just letting a little go, or running in to use the restroom. I had easily gone from a 4 to 7 in a little over an hour. However, like many of you on this sight I wanted to keep enjoying the feeling and just waited for the desperate wave to pass so i could get back to driving. To make things more fun I ended up going into the gas station to by another bottle of water, living in a desert you have to stay hydrated. I'm sure the cashier noticed my continuous squirming no matter how much I tried to be sneaky about it. Knowing that people's eyes were on me only got me so much more aroused. Now I'd never intentionally force my kinks onto other people or risk damaging public property. But harmless holding never hurt anyone before. Only this killed some time and increased how much I needed to go. Getting back to my car i got some relief when sitting back down, expect the seatbelts was starting to feel a little tight over my filling bladder. Only 30 minutes later the Gatorade was finished my need had been gradually climbing tipping towards a 9. My hand shoved between my thighs holding tightly while the other stayed firm kn the steering wheel. Knees bouncing, thank the gods for cruise control. With barely an hour left in my drive I began to leak. Small at first and so warm. Dampening my panties so deliciously. I wanted to challenege myself and drink more water but I just couldnt move my hand from my thighs to open the bottle. Surely if I had more would have leaked. Soon enough it didnt matter how much I squirmed or used my hands as more leaks were squirting their way into my panties jeans. The moment I could clearly see the growing wet patch I knew I needed to pull over. I hadn't planned well enough to wet completely in my car the towel I kept was still in the trunk. So I pulled onto the shoulder of the road, not how close the next gas station would be. Hobbling my way to the passenger side of the car in a sad attempt at shielding my accident. Each step around the car more leaks escaped. I was at a 10 and about to burst without question. No time to pull my pants down, even if I had wanted to. The dam had broke and the torrent of piss was so warm my legs were shaking I had to hold onto the side of my car to stay upright. It had been so long since I last lost control like this; it was simple euphoric. I did mention it was a sad attempt to shield myself twice during my accident had cars passing by honked at me. Once during the complete accident, I was too blissfully gone to realize why they had honked. The second while I was digging in my trunk for spare clothing. The dark wet spot having spread from my crotch down my left leg to my ankle and and right leg down to mid calf, my ass was entirely soaked through. I should have taken pictures but the second car honking at me startled me to much. I just changed, put my wet clothing into a plastic bag I had laying in the car, and got back on the road. The remainder of the drive home I was so horny I had to really focus not to just start touching myself on the side of the road, much less while driving. Easy to say when I brought my stuff in from the car, the first thing i did was play with myself replaying the accident on the side of the road. So glad no one else was home when I arrived. I got to go straight to my room and thoroughly enjoy myself. I really love road trips and would love to play more with holding and wetting during them, hopefully soon too.
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  7. I like to wet both sexually and non-sexually. This time it was non-sexual. I wanted to leak slowly and spurt without any desperation as a comforting and relaxing way to unwind after a very stressful week. Also I’m still dripping as I post this. I’m just kind of relaxed and letting my body enjoy it.
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  8. I peed down my legs under a summer dress once while chatting with my neighbour over the fence of the garden. We could only see each other from the shoulders up.
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  9. View File Desperate Diaries Ep15 Come join me and my full bladder as I answer some of my fans pee questions about my own personal pee adventures and situations. Listen carefully as I describe in detail some of the strangest places where I've had to relieve myself and of course my descriptions require some actions if you no what I mean. Submitter melikai Submitted 01/19/2020 Category Desperation Clothing Skirt
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  10. If you can, please submit a support ticket here: https://www.omorashi.org/support/ I'll have your account reviewed and respond to you there. (We generally prefer not to discuss any account issues on the public forums for privacy reasons, but if your account was just limited from the warning years ago I'll be happy to have that removed for you.)
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  11. these vids are not from the same woman for sure. i don't know why the heck people post fetish vids on youtube and expect them to last. also, it's not a good idea to post a direct link to the youtube channel, because google monitors which youtube links are posted on fetish sites like this and deletes the videos. good job backing up the vids tho 🙂
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  13. Sure I have. Once I was at some bar in some town before my flight back home. There I had a few mugs of beer in a short time. The taxi ride from there to the airport was no more than 45 minutes, and I was pretty sure I'm safe because I peed right before leaving the bar and could soon go at the airport (I wasn't in a hurry at all). But beer runs through me really fast. In no more than 15 minutes after using the bathroom at the bar, I was bursting. I didn't want to admit my inability to make it to the airport, so I was squeezing my legs as hard as I could. But it didn't help at all, I felt like my bladder could just literally explode. I lifted my butt and tried to hover over the seat to release some pressure. It helped a bit, but only for a few minutes. Also all my muscles started hurting because of this sudden exercise (I'm not a fit one haha). It was ~10 minutes until the airport when I completely lost my dignity and begged the driver to stop at some gas station. I didn't read this forum at that time though... If I'd been aroused, I believe I could've made it, but such idea just didn't come to me. When I write about it now, it seems hot, but in my mind this memory is very unpleasant.
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  14. Well, it's no weather balloon, but that doesn't mean that things can't get any fuller! Since I asked, and it was okay for me to draw a less sizable bulge in order to make a better looking drawing, I did. As for the scenario itself, though, let's just say that she's still super early in this hold, she's only just begun. Her weather balloon sized bulge will come with time, agony, desperation, and lots and lots of fluids! (I would like to get better at drawing ridiculously large bulges and making them look good for future requests, because if I can pull off something that extreme, that would be fantastic. I can't do it well now, but maybe someday in the future I will be able to. Not saying that the bulge in this drawing is small by any means, it's just not nearly as large as the original prompt asked for!)
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  15. I love wetting my bed I haven't been able to do it because I haven't had a proper mattress protector I finally ordered one and it arrived a couple of weeks ago usually wear diapers to bed I only wet on purpose I love the way it feels to piss all over myself in bed. I also love reading other stories adult bed-wetting and watching videos of girls doing it please share story or the video of it
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  16. 2,510 downloads

    One of the Almost Daily Life shorts for the anime "Monster Musume". Papi is locked out of the bathroom when she really needs to go.
    Free
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  17. Version 1.0.0

    124 downloads

    Posting this video of myself for the wet red thread.
    Free
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  18. Well, like all the success I've found on this site, I find the popularity of my character Trina is astounding and very flattering. Having her give updates for me was always the plan but when you guys treated her as flesh and blood I couldn't help but finally dip my toes in the roleplaying game. And I gotta say it's quite thrilling prancing around in my female character's shoes like this - by that I mean it presents fun creative opportunities and the attention she receives is felt by me. @DonnyWotty made the suggestion on one of my postings as Trina to ask her questions and seeing the potential for this to not just maintain interest in between releases but also to expand my products and services beyond the comic adaptations, really the sky's the limit with my own well-rounded character like this. So as long as everyone participating understands that Katrina Napford - no matter how embellished and real she may seem - is a fictional character created and played by me and this is all essentially performance art, we're going to continue. I don't wanna be a rules guy so to create the atmosphere that's best I figure you should know a little more about Trina. She's 19 years old, in college and a protagonist of a comic series I've been working on. Linking you to her source material would compromise my identity, at this time. Part of this is to experiment the possibility of bringing it into the fold eventually, as there are a few scenes I know the forum would like to see. The official version of this story has been in production since 2015, but the story's origins (as well as Trina's) began 10 years earlier. Basically it started not long after learning the details of Bulma's canonical accident. If I were in Bulma's shoes, peeing all over myself helplessly in front of someone at least a few years younger than me, that sort of embarrassment would stick with me. Bulma brushes it off quickly afterwards and that's sexy in its own right but I've always wondered if the image of Bulma uncontrollably voiding her bladder like that stayed burned in the back of their minds. After a lot of brainstorming I essentially made my own Bulma that took that path. Like her, she has an accident not long after meeting the other protagonists at the beginning of the story. I've rewritten her story and even her character several times - aside from her hair color, skin color and the extra details on her knees everything has been swapped in and out. I've even changed her name once or twice, and her accident also frequently changed as a result of these multiple reiterations of everything. The final version of the wetting I settled on is quite similar to Bulma's, but with 2 witnesses she's essentially babysitting, simply swearing them to secrecy isn't enough and it does push her actions to rebuild how she's seen by them. It also explores another avenue Bulma's accident never took - Akira Toriyama let Bulma have a change of clothes. Trina's creator wasn't as nice. So go ahead and ask what you want, but expect her to react as an outsider might to questions involving our fetish. She's rather open-minded and is very comfortable with her sexuality, so what you choose to say is your discretion. I can't promise she'll respond to everything, but she loves the attention and will read all 'fan-mail' I should also mention that Trina is a human but is not an earthling. In fact assuming we coexist on the same timeline she won't be born for another 500 to 800 years, on an Earth-like planet some humans fled to after an apocalypse. Please don't ask her for details - her generation knows extremely little about it. As far as she knows she's earning extra money assisting her human sexuality professor with this unique operation going on, and on slow days she's gonna check to see what her fans wanna know. Questions that are grounded in our planet's locations, customs and cultures will confuse her at best and freak her out at worst. Also assume any post I make as myself she can't see. Aside from these suggestions for asking your questions, have fun and I'm excited to see where this goes. Being a main character I have hundreds of stock poses to respond to individual posts with and I know her design and palette by heart. She takes a fraction of the time to fully draw as the other girls so I plan on this being a nice little game to play in between the real work - only posted in the art section since that's mainly what you came for. I'll copy the first two 'asks' from my post for context. 1. What's your favorite drink? 2. Considering your boss's (and our) predilections, it's probably no secret that you've been caught short more than once, and more than likely for one or both types of "needs". What are your preferred techniques to holding it in when you're trying to last long enough to make it to a toilet? Now be advised that after this sentence I will begin and remain in character when reading and posting in this thread using quotation marks, so I wouldn't refer to her as a character in a series or anything of that sort here.
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  19. Here a new video from me to you all ❤️ I hope that you all enjoy 🤤 Comment below and tell me what your favorite part of Omo is! 😘 IMG_8817.MOV
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  20. So, I've started a new job in fire safety. I visit people's homes to show them what they should and shouldn't do to prevent a house fire. This is actually something I am passionate about, because I lost my home once due to a fire. Today I had two appointments back to back. I stopped at the gas station to fuel up. I also had to pee. After putting gas in my car, I went inside to use the bathroom. It was only a one person bathroom, and of course somebody was in there. I waited for a few minutes, but she was taking too long. I had to get going, otherwise I'd be late to my first appointment. So, with a full bladder I got into my car and drove to my first client. About a 20 minute drive. Each presentation lasts about 1½-2 hours. Most of my presentation, I can do sitting down. I was able to hide how bad I had to go pretty easy, and it made it easier to hold on too. However, there is one part that I tour around the client's home to point out certain fire hazards and such. I tried to hide how much I had to pee. I crossed my legs as inconspicuously as I could, and tried to keep my body as composed and relaxed as possible. At one point I did feel a little trickle start. I clenched all the muscles in my abdomen to make it stop. We finally got back to our table, and when I sat down, I could feel my wet panties press against me. I was a little nervous, but my presentation was almost finished. Unfortunately, that presentation ran a little long, and my next appointment was right after that one. I also had a 20 minute drive to get there. So, because of getting done late, I wasn't able to stop at a gas station to use the bathroom. I drove with my legs pushed together, using cruise control as much as I could. My hand between my legs, and pushing against me. My bladder felt so heavy. I could feel my abdomen muscles begin to spasm. I was about to pee my pants. I eventually found my next client's house, and worked really hard to get myself composed to go inside. I introduced myself, and started to set my presentation up. I sat down at the table and crossed my legs again. They didn't seem to notice, and they sat down too. Everything seemed to be fine when we were all sitting, but I was dreading the part of going through their home. I felt my hands start to get shaky as I was talking to them, and it was starting to get difficult to focus. They still didn't seem to notice, though. I gingerly got up from my seat to tour their home. I crossed my legs immediately, and asked them to lead the way. I was walking behind them, so I was able to somewhat keep my legs crossed, and do that awkward crab walk. Ugh, I had to pee so bad. I quickly went through my list of things I saw in their home, and gave my recommendations. I began to pack up my stuff, and felt the trickle start again. The family and I kept talking about the information I had just given them. I tried to squeeze my legs together, but it kept going. I threw on my coat, so that way it would hide my pants darkening. I carried my bags in front of me. I made my way out to my car. The woman, kept chatting with me. I was dying for her to let me leave, but I was trying to stay professional. I was on the opposite side of my car from her, and I could really feel my legs start to get wet. I eventually lied to her, and said that I have another house to go to. I finally got into my car, and looked at the damage to my pants. They were dark all throughout the crotch of my pants with lines running down the seams. I pressed my hand against me again to try and stop the slow leak. I only had about a 10 minute drive to get home. It seemed like I'd already let so much out. I drove with my hand so far between my legs. I had my wrist pushing against me as hard as I could. That wasn't working. A large leak escaped me, and I could feel it pool in the seat of my car. I was minutes away from home. I was barely hanging on. I finally got home. I didn't even bother to grab my stuff before I ran inside. As I was running, the little trickle turned into a steady stream. I got to my bathroom, and didn't even see a point to trying to get my pants off, so I jumped in the shower and let loose. The feeling was so orgasmic. Everything got so warm, and it felt so good. My pants were soaked. I took them off along with the rest of my clothes, and took a shower.
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  21. In trouble

    Back in 2012, I wrote my first few Dutch omorashi stories. It wasn't until 2019 that I finally managed to finish the English translation of my first story and post it here. Now, almost one year later, I'm proud to announce the translation of my second story. Many thanks to arg08 for checking my English spelling and grammar! I've already started translating my next story, but it might take a while before I'm done. In the mean time, you can read the Dutch versions of my first 11 stories on my site: https://vochtigeverhalen.home.blog/ In trouble “Who wants to go into the city and have a few drinks?” someone asked. “Sorry, not me,” Susan said, “I’ve completely had it for this week. I’m going to get in my car and drive straight home.” “I’ll catch up with you on the way,” Bart smiled. “My car’s not working, but in fifteen minutes the lease company will deliver a replacement vehicle.” The cheerful twinkle in Bart’s eyes made Susan’s heart melt. After Will had left her, she had slowly grown to really like her new colleague. But being an insecure person, she hadn’t had the nerve yet to act upon her feelings. As a good-looking woman, she was very much aware of her appeal to the opposite sex. Strangely enough, this didn’t give her the self-confidence she needed to ask Bart out on a date. After all, he had never shown any sign of interest in her. Either way, right now Susan’s mind was occupied with something completely different than her attractive colleague. “Everybody have a nice weekend!” Susan grabbed her bag and walked into the hallway. She really needed to pee. The three big glasses of water she’d had this afternoon, had not been ineffective. She passed the ladies’ room and headed for the exit. She took her smartphone and checked the traffic news. A delay of at least one hour on her route, she concluded with a content smile. Before she got into her car, she carefully covered her seat with a big plastic bag. She made sure her long coat was on the back seat. Check. Everything was going according to plan. Susan felt a pleasant tension in her belly. Today it was going to happen! Ever since it had inadvertently happened to her half a year ago, she had constantly fantasized about it: peeing her pants in her car, amidst hundreds of unsuspecting other road users. The time she had involuntarily lost control over her bladder, had been a revelation to her. She had discovered the thrill of doing something a grown-up woman wasn’t supposed to do. In the past few months, she had regularly peed her pants in front of her bedroom mirror, enjoying the nice warmth between her legs and the look of the steadily expanding stain in her pants. The arousal this caused in her body had invariably resulted in an electrifying self-induced orgasm. Two weeks ago, Susan had first hit the streets in her wet pants. Her heart pounding from excitement at the thought of the secret hidden underneath her long coat, she had crossed the city for an hour. But she wanted more: just like last time, she wanted to feel the thrill of almost losing control, having nowhere to go, being overwhelmed by an untamable force of nature. And thanks to her overloaded bladder and at least two hours of slow-moving and stationary traffic, exactly that was about to happen. Just as she wanted to leave the parking lot, someone knocked on the passenger side window. It was Bart. Red-faced from exertion, he opened the door. “I’m glad I managed to catch up with you,” he gasped. “The lease company just informed me that they are unable to arrange a substitute car today. Would you mind giving me a ride?” Bart lived less than a mile away from her, and she had just firmly stated she would drive directly home. So Susan couldn’t think of an excuse to refuse Bart a lift. “Sure, no problem.” She forced a smile. A second later Bart was sitting next to her, talking nineteen to the dozen about his plans for the weekend. Susan slowly started to panic: here she was, highly desperate to pee, with a few hours of traffic jam ahead of her, sitting next to the man she wanted to impress more than anyone in the world. Without visiting a toilet, there was no way she would be able to make it home dry. She had done everything in her power to make that impossible. The restroom in the office building lured her, but with only thirty feet behind the wheels, it felt awkward to turn around for a bathroom break already. That would make a very strange impression on her passenger. Anyway, she had always had a hard time talking about toileting. Although she knew everybody did it, she preferred not to remind other people that she too had such primitive needs. Today there would be no way around it, but she decided to wait until the first gas station along the highway. She should be able to make it till there. To relieve the pressure on her bladder, she pressed her thighs tightly together. While Susan agitatedly drove to the highway, she did her best to sociably chat along with Bart. But she could barely focus on what he was saying. She felt she could lose control over her bladder any moment. If she didn’t get to a toilet soon, she would pee her pants like a baby, right before the eyes of her handsome colleague. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bart watching her. “Hey, why are you sitting on a plastic bag?” he suddenly asked. Damn. At the side, that stupid thing was sticking out from under her legs. “Er, the color of these pants rubs off on the fabric of the seat,” was the first thing she could think of. She immediately realized how silly it sounded: she had deliberately put on slightly bleached jeans because these would give the most exciting stains on getting wet. But Bart seemed to be satisfied with her explanation. Six miles down the highway she took the life-saving exit to the gas station. “Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom,” she excused herself, hastily getting out of the car. “No problem, that’s better than wetting yourself,” Bart joked. Susan felt her face turn red. Bart would be shocked to know that was exactly what she had planned to do. Moments later, she sighed in relief while she emptied her bladder in the somewhat gross, but more than welcome Shell toilet. Her stream seemed to go on forever. There was no way she could have held it for a few more hours. As she pulled up her panties and jeans, she praised the Lord for the fact these would remain bone-dry today. “All right, we’re ready to go,” she said cheerily when she retook her position behind the wheel. Shortly afterwards, they joined a long queue of cars. According to the radio, it was an extremely busy rush hour. It was going to take them at least two hours to get home. Even though her original plan had just gone down the drain, this was music to Susan’s ears: this way, she was going to have Bart to herself for a long time. Thanks to the relief of her bladder, her shyness had suddenly vanished. She relaxedly chit-chatted with Bart about all kinds of things. And he seemed to enjoy it as much as she did. When they had started talking about their vacation plans, Susan became aware that she felt the urge to pee again. It was not as bad as it was earlier, but much worse than one would expect only twenty minutes after using the toilet. She made a mental list of all the drinks she’d had that day. The three long drink glasses of water she’d drunk that afternoon accounted for at least two pints. But to make sure she’d be about to burst on leaving, she’d already knocked back some tea and coffee in the morning. And a cup of milk at lunch... She didn’t know the bladder capacity of the average female, but after cumulating her moisture intake of the day, she could only conclude that the pee she’d had earlier had only been the tip of the iceberg. Now her body had started to get rid of the remainder of the superfluous fluid. Initially Susan didn’t worry much about it. Today she had already proved she could hold her pee for a very long time, so she should be able to make it through a few hours in her car. But it didn’t take long before she realized that her bladder was filling at an increased rate. Struck by a slight panic, she feverishly tried to remember where the closest toilet facilities were. At full speed, she reckoned, it would take her at least half an our to reach the next gas station. But traffic had just come to a complete stop, so the saving toilet might as well have been in Timbuktu. “You’re so quiet all of a sudden,” Bart remarked. “Sorry, I’m a little tired,” Susan replied. In the next thirty minutes they covered a lousy three miles. It was less than an hour after her relieving bathroom break, but once again Susan felt like her bladder was about to explode. She restlessly squirmed back and forth in her seat. She might be able to hold on for another quarter of an hour, but her self-created destiny was inevitable: whether she wanted it or not, she was going to pee her pants. Susan thought back to what had happened last time. She had fought tooth and nail against the power of nature, which had resulted in her completely losing control over her body for ten seconds. She figured it might be better to take matters into her own hands, now and then releasing a bit of pee in a controlled manner. In this way, it would hopefully take longer for the crotch of her pants to get drenched. The water she passed was bound to flow to the lowest point, so with a bit of luck it would reach her butt unseen. If, in the meantime, she acted as normal as possible, maybe Bart wouldn’t notice a thing! Keeping a close eye on the man next to her, she carefully relaxed her sphincter. Immediately she felt the already familiar sensation of warm moisture filling her briefs. Then, with some effort, she retook control over her bladder. She inconspicuously looked downward. Between her legs the fabric of her jeans showed a small wet spot, but from his position, Bart could probably not see it. Again, Susan released some fluid, this time a little bit longer. She felt how her rear end started to get damp. Unconsciously, she heaved a sigh. “Yeah, this traffic jam is frustrating,” Bart said. “Yes, very annoying,” Susan said, while she secretly let a third warm stream escape from her body. “Could you please hand me my bag?” Bart passed her the handbag he had put on the floor in front of him on entering the car. Susan took out a tissue and pretended to blow her nose. Acting nonchalant, she left the purse on her lap, covering up the slowly growing wet patch in her crotch. She dared to relax a little again, but she constantly remained aware of her now soaking wet buttocks. Two endless hours later Susan pulled up in front of Bart’s house. Her bladder was still on the verge of bursting. During the drive she had managed to restrain the pressure by repeatedly letting out a dribble of pee, but the limited absorbency of the back of her pants had forced her to hold back. If she had opened all floodgates, the liquid would undoubtedly have reached the front of her pants. Her purse would no longer have sufficed to hide her disgrace from Bart. As a matter of fact, to her shock, Bart had offered to put her bag on the back seat. Luckily, she’d come up with a pretext to keep him from doing that. “You know, I was thinking,” Bart said, “you’re probably too tired to make yourself a meal. Why don’t you grab a bite at my place? I’m gonna make a delicious risotto.” Dinner at Bart’s home! There was nothing Susan would have loved to do more, but she had made it impossible for herself. “Er, I’d certainly like to do that sometime,” she stammered, “but I’m terribly tired. I’m gonna go home and lie down on the couch.” “I have a couch too, you know,” Bart said invitingly. “No, thanks, I really prefer to go home.” Bart looked disappointed, but didn’t try to persuade her. “Okay, have a nice weekend then. And thanks for the ride!” Susan let out a big sigh. She had made it. She had wet her pants, but Bart hadn’t noticed a thing. As her stress level dropped, Susan was no longer able to remain in control of her protesting bladder. Before she reached the end of the street, she felt her bodily fluid turbulently gush from between her legs. She flung her purse on the back seat. In astonishment she looked down at her pants, that got soaked in just a matter of seconds. Lightning fast, the modest wet spot in her crotch extended to her inner thighs. The fabric around her butt was completely saturated now. Moisture started to drip from the plastic bag onto the floor. Without a doubt, the improvised protective layer would be inadequate to keep her seat dry. She didn’t care, and didn’t make the slightest effort to regain the power over her sphincter. She kept peeing in one big spurt, that seemed to last forever. She was wetting herself like a baby, but she felt stronger than ever. No one on earth could touch her. She just did what she felt like doing, ignoring all rules and conventions. She couldn’t help pushing the gas a little harder. When a traffic light turned red she quickly made a dash for it. The adrenaline was rushing through her veins. Therefore it took a while before the stop sign of the police car reached her consciousness, and made her land back on earth with a bang. “Well ma’am,” the policeman said after Susan had lowered her window, “it looks like you’re in a pretty big hurry. You just ran a red light at full speed. Do you have an explanation for that?” “No, officer, I’m sorry,” Susan said timidly, “I just wasn’t paying attention. I’ll understand if I get a ticket for that.” With her arms, she tried to hide the wet spots in her pantlegs as best she could. “You’re right, I have to fine you for this,” the cop said. “Can I see you driver’s license, please?” Damn. Susan’s driver’s license was in the bag she had just carelessly tossed on the back seat. It was far beyond her reach. She would have to make a quarter turn and stretch her body in order to grab it, giving the officer a full view of her sopping wet bottom. She broke out in a sweat. For the second time today she had gotten herself in trouble. “No, I’m sorry,” she replied as friendly as possible, “I accidentally left my license at home this morning. Maybe you can access my personal information through my license plate number?” “Could you please get out of the car?” the policeman asked. “We can talk easier that way.” He clearly didn’t intend to let Susan get away with it easily. “Er, can’t we just do it like this, I, er...” Susan stuttered. “Ma’am, I firmly ask you to leave your vehicle,” the man repeated in an insistent tone. It was obvious that the cop didn’t like to be argued with, and that she’d only make things worse for herself if she refused to cooperate. Reluctantly she opened the door and stepped out of the car. She felt the drenched fabric of her pants stick to her legs. She was so embarrassed she wished for the ground to swallow her up. “As you probably know,” the officer-of-law started preaching, “as of 2005, every citizen from the age of 14 is obliged under the Identification Req...” He didn’t finish his sentence. The harsh expression on his face was replaced by bewilderment. It took some time before he fully realized what he saw. In front of him stood an attractive young woman with shoulder-length blond hair, bright green eyes and female curves in all the right places, who had peed her pants. The big wet spot in the crotch of her jeans, which she fruitlessly tried to cover with her hands, didn’t leave any room for interpretation. In the reflection of the car window he could see the material around her well-defined buttocks was soaked. Full of shame, Susan looked down at her feet. “I... I guess you’d better go home,” the stupefied cop stammered. “We all make mistakes sometimes.” After a last sheepish glance at Susan’s pants he walked back to his car. Her heart pounding, Susan slammed the door of her house behind her. The car ride home had turned out more exciting than she could have imagined. First she had secretly peed her pants in the presence of her colleague, subsequently she had totally revealed herself to a complete stranger. She had gone through some fearful moments, but now, in the safety of her own home, arousal prevailed. She took off the long coat that had hidden her wet pants from the eyes of oblivious passers-by on the street. In the mirror in her bedroom she inspected the dark blue blots in her pants. She flopped down onto her bed. When she rolled over, big damp stains marked the place where her buttocks had touched the sheet. She lay down on her back and ran her hands over her wet pantlegs. She pulled down her pants and swept over her saturated briefs. Then Susan could no longer suppress the desire to touch herself in that one sensitive spot. Instants later she experienced her most explosive orgasm in ages.
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  22. I've written before about the year I had where I had issues with wetting the bed after drinking but not of the incident that preceded it. I was 19 and had gone on a camping weekend with a small group of friends, which at that age is just an excuse to drink away from home, which is what we did both nights. So it was on the final morning that I woke up in my tent with a very strange sensation in the lower half of my sleeping bag that I simply couldn't work out. My mind immediately went to the classic of thinking I had sweated a lot but this didn't make sense as only really bottom half that felt it. I think that I knew I had peed pretty much straight away but couldn't admit it to self. The smell I think is what convinced me after a short while as was pretty unmistakeable once had come fully awake. I couldn't work out how it had happened. I had nothing t compare it to as had never wet myself asleep before. Now of course I know that too much drink can cause it but at that point I did not have a clue it was a potential side effect. Had only been drinking about a year and nobody ever tells you about it. They'll tell you about hangovers and feeling sick but nobody ever seems to warn about it leading to bedwetting. Seems that one has to always be discovered by yourself! Once I had accepted what had happened and gone through the self embarrassment of having done it, I had to work out how to conceal it. Fortunately it was the last day. I remember rolling up the soaked bag into its carrier and then putting that in a tight plastic bag to keep smell out. The clothes I had slept in all got put into plastic bag that I again sealed it as tight as possible and put into rucksack. I laugh now to think back to the fact that within the tent I gave my legs as good a wash as possible using a bottle of mineral water I had in there with me! Anything to try and hide the smell of pee that had been soaking into them all night. Thankfully I got away with it and nobody that morning ever suspected I had woken up in my own pee. Who knows, maybe I wasn't the only one? Final memory of this is that I had to take my bag and clothes to a launderette as couldn't wash them at home without being found out. As it was a sunday though I had to wait until the net day to take them and also wait outside for launderette to be empty so nobody would see or smell my stuff when I got them out of bag. Good job I did too as after a full day wrapped up damp, the smell was quite strong upon getting them out. At the time I assumed it was going to be a one off and that would never happen again. About a year later however and I was to find out many times over how wrong that assumption was! At least when I started wetting actual beds there was a proper shower available to wash off in! And though I did not know it at the time obviously that was the beginning of my journey here.
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  23. I too would kind of be interested to try diapers (especially in the movie theater) but am afraid of someone I know seeing me buying them, or someone coming over accidentally finding where I've got them hidden away, etc. Maybe someone who engages in diaper stuff can help answer your questions as to the possible consequences of it, cause I know nothing about it.
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  24. If I expect a wetting accident in a car, I put a trash bag on the seat and towel over it, because car seats are hard to clean and it's very humiliating to tell the cleaning shop I peed my pants in the car. I also have leather seats and small leaks are not a problem and can clean it myself. In my flat I have vinyl floor and ceramic tiles, kitchen chairs are plastic and bed has a waterproof wetting sheets protection and I sleep wearing diapers. I just have to make sure I don't wet myself on a carpet or a couch in a living room. If I go out to do omo stuff, I put in my purse spare panties and pantyhose and sometimes even a small mini skirt and have extra clothes in my car and a plastic bag to carry wet clothes. If I go in male mode, I have spare pants in my backpack. But that's only when I expect a possible accident. On a normal day, I just carry spare panties and pantyhose and a few extra absorbent sanitary pads in my male shoulder bag.
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  25. Ehy @littlerush...just sent you a message 🙂
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  26. Well that is actually a great question. If I were a girl I would definitely try on different outfits and pee in all of them. I will do a small list of the outfits I would love to put on and piss myself in, just to make it easier to imagine: 1. Tight Blue Jeans wearing some White Adidas Superstars 2. Tight blue Jeans with some over knee High Boots (with red sole, leather and suede boots) 3. Black Leggings with any kind of "classic Sneaker" 4. Full leather catsuit with high boots 5. Black skirt with tights and some nice ankle high boots 6. Like number 5 but instead of tights wearing lace tights 7. Black Skirt with over knee socks with some booties and many others... I also put some pictures down below 🙂 Best thing about a girl is indeed a skirt with some black tights since you can go in public - pee yourself and nobody would notice. Getting tights dry is easier than wearing some normal jeans. Of course I would also try to get an orgasm since having an orgasm over time (10-40 min) can´t be imaginable for men. I hope my English was good enough for this post. (I´m German) Much love and don´t get caught peeing yourself! Atrix ❤️
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  27. Castlage

    It's a non-standard solution (as far as I know, the current file format, though reverse engineered, was never officially published) It only has a single properly working implementation (by Macromedia/Adobe itself) that is closed source, not particularly cross platform (they discontinued the Linux version for several years at some point), quite buggy, and has new security flaws pop up regularly over the years It has very limited or no support for certain accessibility features It has no graceful fallbacks, making it terrible for battery life on mobile devices (this is why Apple didn't support it on their phones) It requires browser plugins (not extensions), support for which has been gradually discontinued over the past decade or so These are the ones I can think of off the top of my head. Flash is being replaced by proper web standards and video standards.
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  28. Chapter 7 Sorry for the delay. I kinda lost interest in writing for awhile. I think the disappointment about not continuing Daniel And Amy got me down a bit. For those that are interested, I do intend to continue it, just to see what happens. At least I have it saved now. Penny made good time, at least at first. She was conscious of not riding too quickly on the shared path, but her tanned legs pumped like pistons as she climbed the various small rises, then relaxed again as she cruised down the following drops. The path was obviously quite popular with people walking, jogging, or riding, and most of the time they smiled and nodded as they past. Her view of the freeway came and went. Sometimes the path was close and adjacent, at other times it darted away, closing in towards the various housing estates and suburbs that lined the traffic corridor. On one of closer sections, she noticed that the traffic flow appeared to have suddenly diminished. Cars were still passing, but in much fewer numbers than before. As she approached the next rise, standing up on the pedals for more power, she caught a glimpse of blue flashing lights in the immediate distance, and her curiosity was immediately piqued. Upon cresting the hill, grinning to herself about the naughty feelings that her wet bikini was giving her as her legs pumped, she could suddenly see the tableau spread out on the freeway below. At first, it looked like absolute chaos, and she went cold, her already quickly beating heart accelerating even more, and her breath catching in her throat. But upon closer inspection, she relaxed. Although the accident she was looking at appeared to be a major one, it didn’t look like anyone had actually been hurt. From what she could tell, there had been a minor accident involving one car running into the back of another. But after that, a lager truck must have locked its brakes up and swerved to miss them, causing it to jackknife sideways, while other cars behind it also swerved and skidded, collecting each other in the process. From her vantage point, she could see the two cars in front, still nose-to-tail, the huge lorry askew, almost completely blocking both lanes, and at least three badly damaged cars behind it. A lone police car was at the rear, probably just in the right place at the right time following in the traffic, and the female officer had parked her car sideways across the road, lights ablaze, as she tried to slowly clear the immediate traffic one car at a time. In the distance, lots of flashing lights were approaching, weaving their way along the emergency lane. Penny could see at least three more police cars, a couple of ambulance, and a fire truck, all travelling like a multi coloured flashing snake towards the carnage. Once she was convinced that nobody was seriously hurt, she felt no guilt about stopping to watch for awhile. If there had of been injuries, she would have just minded her own business and continued, but with the damage being just vehicular, it was a fascinating spectacle. There were people arguing on the side, others inspecting the damage while on their phones, and the poor overburdened police officer doing her best to clear the immediate area while trying to keep everyone calm. Penny dismounted, leaned her bike against the fence, then removed her phone from her backpack, and started hastily taking photos, which she quickly uploaded to all her social media accounts. Her phone was suddenly buzzing and beeping away, as people liked, followed, shared, or messaged her posts. From a social media perspective at least, this was a winning situation. As she started responding to all the questions and shocked face emojis, she absentmindedly reached for her water bottle, and gave it a quick shake, hearing the last remnants of ice rattling within. She tilted her head back, and drank deeply, relishing the feeling of the last of her water quenching her parched throat. Other people had started to appear on the path beside her, and they watched with the morbid fascist that most humans have when faced with a disaster, some talking and discussing their own theories about exactly what had happened, others using their own phones to share pictures of the horror. Penny found herself engaged in a light conversation with a rather cute young guy around her own age, and they swapped their own ideas with each other. Suddenly, Penny felt a slight loosening of her bladder. It seemed to come out of nowhere! One moment, she was completely distracted by first the accident, then her phone, and then again by this cute boy, and at no stage at all did her still filling bladder even cross her mind, but suddenly, her urethra had twitched, and her pee hole suddenly felt kind of warm on the inside, as a kind of dropping sensation swept across her abdomen. Penny was horrified to realise that she was about to wet herself like a distracted child, who had been so caught up in what she was doing, that she hadn’t even noticed that she needed to go potty until it started to come out! Her ankles suddenly crossed themselves, as her lycra covered thighs pressed together. A sharp, hissing intake of breath was inhaled, and she squinted her eyes in sudden urgency. Thankfully, the cute boy was looking at the carnage below, and failed to notice her sudden look of complete anxiety, and he certainly didn’t see the tiny little wet spot that was barely visible at the junction of her thighs. “Ugh. I....I gotta go,” she stammered, sadly noticing the look of disappointment that crossed over his features. Penny deposited her phone into her backpack, straightened her bike up, and swung her leg over, almost crying out as she felt another drop or two of hot urine warming her clammy bikini once more. As she coasted down the next hill, she risked a glance between her legs, and saw a visible wet patch the size and shape of a small egg. She moaned in frustration, completely distracted, looking up just in time, seeing a sharp corner only meters in front of her. Her body tensed, as she applied both brakes, and managed to lean into the corner just in time, the need to keep control of her pulsing bladder suddenly the least of her worries, and as she swerved around the bend, she felt a warm wetness trickling on her inner thighs. She was on a long straight now, and although her heart was pounding like a drum after the close call, she had to look down again, and saw with dismay that the wet spot was now a patch, the size of a saucer, almost perfectly round, and standing out brightly on the bright pink lycra that covered her private area. “Ahh shitfuck” she cursed, aware that her wet pants were now quite noticeable, as well as the fact that she was now absolutely bursting for full relief. Penny leaned forward in the saddle, trying to put as much pressure on her pulsating pee hole as possible, and keep her legs closed whenever she passed someone approaching her from the front. Her cheeks glowed with embarrassment, but if she was to be honest with herself, also a rush of excitement, as her pumping legs caused her sodden bikini to rub against her vagina, which was being stimulated by the pressure of the seat, and exaggerated by every little bump she road over. The seating position seemed to work, and although she could almost feel the liquid sloshing around in her bladder, the immediate feelings of urgency abated somewhat, and although she felt bloated, her control remained intact. At least for now. The hills started to level out, for which she was immensely relieved about, as she didn’t have to stand up and pedal anymore. The path was starting to be more downhill now, as it approached her beachside coastal suburb, and from time to time she opened her legs wider going downhill, hoping the airflow would assist with the drying of her pants, at least on the legs. With her sodden bikini pressing against the crotch of her shorts, she knew that that part wouldn’t dry in a hurry. The cool rushing air felt nice blowing against her heated and wet sex, and although the clamminess remained, the contrast between hot and cool only aided her stimulation. Soon, her exit was approaching, and she slowly navigated her flash new bike off the path, and onto a side road, that led to larger road that tracked along the coastline towards her beach, and ultimately her house. “Ugh. One hill to go,” she thought, as she changed gears, and stood up on the pedals for the last big climb, now enjoying a beautiful view of the ocean to her right. Strangely enough, her bladder didn’t protest too much, and she created the big hill with relative ease, although she was a bit red faced and panting at the top. THERE! JUST AHEAD! It was the path with the steps that led to “her” beach. She was nearly there. Thirty seconds later, she had swung in and parked, hot, sweaty, and amazingly thirsty again. Feeling grateful that there was no one around, she dismounted, and examined her pants, looking at her crotch, and running a hand across her bottom. Her backside felt a bit wet, and although her inner thighs had dried, there was still an egg sized wet patch between her legs, although it didn’t appear to be noticeable while she was standing, and the relief was incredible. There was a water fountain at the top of the steps, and she hunched over, and drank deeply, the cool water feeling like an oasis sliding down the parched desert that was her throat. She felt a slight twinge in her abdomen, warning her that now she was standing, with no pressure on her pee hole, her desperation was quickly returning. As she drank, body hunched over at the waist, her feet started lifting up and down, from toe to heel and back again. It would probably be a smarter move to fill her water bottle up, and hurry down onto the beach, she decided. As she filled her bottle, some cold water splashed over her hand, and she felt that familiar loosening sensation, causing her to sharply cross her ankles, jamming her thighs together, embarrassingly aware that she was doing a potty dance in public. Penny almost waddled back to her bike, her urgency increased tenfold, and found herself unable to formulate a coherent thought. She knew she had to chain the bike up, but where the hell was the bike lock? Oh yeah. In her backpack. Taking her backpack off, she started to rummage through it, and although it didn’t contain much, only her minimal clothes, phone, towel, and flip flops, her new lock was nowhere to be seen. Groaning it frustration, she put her pack on the ground, and squatted down in front of it. Another closer inspection yielded no results, when she thought to check the seperate zip up compartment on the back. SUCCESS! There it was, and her sigh of relief quickly changed to a groan of panic, as a short jet of urine shot out, strong enough to pierce both her bikini and her shorts, making a few drops splatter onto the ground between her feet. Penny stood up quickly, grabbing herself tightly between her thighs, her hand finding a soaking warm wetness, as her legs jammed together, trapping it there. She looked around in a panic, thankfully not seeing anybody, although the houses across the road would have an unhindered view of her desperation and impending accident. She gingerly removed her now wet hand from her crotch, and tore the packaging of the lock away in a near frenzy, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and bobbing up and down on the spot, as she frantically tried to read the instructions. “For fucks sake! How freaking complicated is this?” Penny asked herself. There were intricate diagrams about exactly how and where to position it around the frame, with explicit warning about not securing it solely through a quick-release style wheel, which she vaguely remembered Steve telling her that she had. Also, the four digit code was preset to 0000, and again there were stern warnings to reset it something personal. Jesus Christ! How was she supposed do that? Again, the procedure for setting the code seemed interminably long, and she quickly gave up, when her bladder suddenly loosened once more, sending an ever stronger jet of pee into her pants. She could feel it running down her legs, and looked down in horror as she saw a small trail soak into the top of her right sock. She was past the point of no return, and could feel panic setting in. Her bladder was about to completely void itself at any moment, and she couldn’t keep riding, nor secure her bike, and there was literally nowhere to go. There was only one thing for it, she would have to carry her bike down the steps and onto the beach where she could keep an eye on it. Stuffing the stupid lock into her pack, and jamming the water bottle into its frame, she took a deep breath, and picked the bike up, putting her shoulder through the frame, and started making her way carefully down the steps, thankful that her new toy didn’t weigh very much. Halfway down, her bladder released again, and this time it was a solid stream for maybe five seconds. She clamped her left hand into her crotch, and felt the hot wetness pouring freely from her shorts, cascading down her legs, leaving drops of shame behind her. She didn’t stop her descent, or even pause, just kept going, peeing into her hand as she balanced the bike on her shoulder, praying that she wouldn’t meet anyone making their way up. Fate was on her side, and she stumbled awkwardly onto the beach without being seen, although walking in the soft sand meant she now had to use her left arm for balancing, and not gripping herself like a toddler. Instead of walking towards the water, she turned hard left, and followed the small wire fence at the base of the dunes until she was away from the path. She chose left instead of right, simply because there was nobody in that direction at all. Once she was about twenty meters up the beach, she clumsily placed the bike against a post, and with her bladder protesting even worse than before, and her entire vaginal mound quivering with desperation, she hastily kicked off her shoes, planting her neon pink ankle socks into the soft sand. That was all it took. Penny now had absolutely zero control left over her tired bladder, and she sighed with relief as a hot wetness suddenly completely enveloped her crotch, bottom, and legs. A torrent of sticky warm wetness cascaded down her thighs, turning both her socks, and the sand between them, a much darker colour than mere seconds ago. She closed her eyes and sighed. It felt soooooo good! Yes. It felt naughty, embarrassing, and wrong, but it felt good as well. Perhaps the embarrassment and naughtiness exaggerated the nice feelings? Her mind was in a whirlpool. As the wetness coated her lower half, and the pressure in her bladder eased, multiple thoughts all crashed into her mind at once. She remembered masturbating vigorously in the shower earlier today, after accidentally peeing all over the floor. Then there was the initial surprise about how nice her damp knickers felt upon leaving the bike shop. Of course she couldn’t forget about deciding to wet herself “just a little bit” at the cafe, nor how good it felt. Looking down, she saw the last few drops falling from her crotch, and how almost all of the pink lycra on her inner legs was now dark, and how her cute little sodden socks looked when she scrunched her toes into the sand. A different kind of warmth invaded her private area, and she found herself plucking absentmindedly at the dripping lycra that covered it, before coming to her senses and looking around. Maybe later, certainly not now.... Penny spread her towel out, and removed her outer clothes. Her thong bikini was completely drenched, and a bit discoloured, and she felt a stickiness inside it that wasn’t pee. She hung her shorts and socks over the little wire fence behind her bike to dry, and sat on her towel with her phone. As she uploaded pictures of her pretty little feet in the sand to Instagram, she found her heart wasn’t in it. She would have a swim, and hopefully her pants wouldn’t take long to dry. Then, she was going to go home, pee herself in the shower, and relieve some of the tension that she now felt. She took her water bottle from her bike and drank deeply. After all, she needed to keep her fluids up.
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  29. If I am very desperate, the relief I feel is sexual in nature, and it both feels like a huge relief, and also better than an orgasm because the pressure is lifted off so quickly because I spray very heavily when desperate. It's wonderful. Words just can't do it justice. ♡
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  30. One earlier incident , that was no fun at the time occurred near the end of my senior year in high school, when I was 18. It was the first Earth Day, in 1970. My then girlfriend and I went to a scheduled gathering at a local park 8AM Saturday morning. I guess the concept had not caught on yet as we were the only ones there. We waited about an hour, but nobody showed up. It was now 9AM and I already really needed to pee. My GF suggested we walk up to the next town, about five miles away; to see if anything was going on there and to visit her friend there. The walk took over an hour by which time my bladder was very full, and I needed to pee badly. My distended bladder and penis hurt. I decided to head into a wooded area and go. It would serve two purposes, relief, and I wanted to pee in front of her for the first time. The sound of rushing water from the stream back there, increased my desperation .But then I lost my nerve, meaning I had to keep holding it. There was nothing happening in that town either, so eventually about 12 noon we ended up at her friend’s house. I had to pee for three hours by then. OMG I had to go so badly. My bladder was seriously stretched and my penis throbbed. We toured the house, walking past the bathroom. I remember looking longingly at the toilet, wishing to urinate, but was too shy to admit it. I struggled on. By 2PM, having had to pee for five hours I was getting increasingly desperate. Even my kidneys were feeling the pressure, but I just kept holding. An hour later at 3 I decided to take a bus back home, she decided to stay. The bus took a longer route back to my town than the one we had walked. I thought the pain and pressure at my pee hole was as intense as it could be, but suddenly it changed. The sensation was like nothing I had felt since I last wet my pants at age 12. Oh no it was going to actually happen, I was about to have an accident, my pee was actually going to come out in my pants. Horrified, I grabbed my penis and squeezed, placing my jacket over my lap for cover. I kept my jacket there, holding myself as each wave of desperation hit to keep from wetting my pants. Somehow, I survived the half hour trip dry. Arriving at my stop, standing was a serious challenge. Oh God let me get off the bus without peeing myself. I did but immediately had to grab myself. I knew I was way too old to be doing this, but also too old to walk the two plus miles to my home in wet pants. I got about half way like this frequently holding myself., but the pressure at my pee hole kept getting worse. I had doubts I would make it home dry. The next wave brought my pee right into the slit of my pee hole, I held myself tightly, even pee danced a bit, but it was no use. I was about to pee, in my pants or not. The was a small group of trees nearby, I started heading there. It was by no means secluded; I was in a residential area afraid of getting caught, so I hesitated. I needed to decide immediately among a few trees or in my pants my pee is coming out. In my indecision, my bladder decided for me. I felt my cotton briefs getting wet as my pee started coming out. For the first time since I was a kid (12) I was wetting my pants. Back in my childhood, though the wetness was contained to my soaked underwear. I think it was because my pants were much looser and urine could run down my leg unnoticed. Also, my bladder was smaller, and I was not strong enough to hold this much. These pants were pretty tight and I was peeing hard, so wetness immediately spread to my pants. My pants were wet in front almost down to my crotch, the wet spot about the size of a softball before I regained control. I pulled my long shirt out to cover most of my accident, hiding the rest with my jacket. I walked the rest of the way home still needing to pee very badly, struggling not to let anymore out. Then I arrived home, hours late, and my sister told on me that she saw me walking up the road to the next town, and was not where I said I would be. I had to endure the resulting lecture without letting on that I was about to pee in my pants, again. Even once when I was younger was unacceptable. I said nothing in my defense, so as not to prolong it. The result of that would have given them something else to be angry about, me peeing on the floor. The second my parents were done, with their talk I rushed to the bathroom and peed a long time. I was worried about someone noticing what happened, but in a way excited, but I did not really enjoy it until years later. I have imagined that my GF was with me watching the whole thing, starting with my desperate grabbing of myself on the bus. I have had fun with that. This was the last time I wet my pants until years later when I started deliberately not using the toilet, holding it in until I couldn’t happily wetting my pants at home. I have needed to pee the couple of hours while I wrote both these stories. My bladder very pleasantly quite full. I expect desperation upon standing.
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  31. wonderful, its great to hear you are already so confident about your fetish.
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  32. Lily

    This is going to be be a long story so be warned 😉 And I would also like to apologize in case there are a few mistakes inside the story. I still struggle with the english language a bit. Lily's cousin, Jenna, once tried a water diet to lose weight and so she decided to do it as well even if Lily never had the necessity to lose a few pounds since she's always been in top shape, the curiosity however towards this method was strong and so she tried it out. For the whole week Lily did nothing but drinking gallons and gallons of water spending half of her time in the bathroom either at her workplace or at home. Almost every day she got home from work with a bursting bladder and her two kids Sarah (5) and Matt (8) were constantly mocking her the moment she got into the house because she was an adult woman that did the pee pee dance like little children. Lily knew that adults weren't supposed to cross their legs and bounce around and she felt a bit embarassed of her childish behavior in front of the kids. She kept saying to herself "tomorrow I will control myself" but every evening the desire for relief was strong, very strong and she couldn't help but pee pee dancing all the way from the car to the toilet, while ignoring Matt's and Sarah's laughter. "Did you pee your pants mommy?", she heard outside the bathroom door on a daily basis. Sometimes they even sneaked into the bathroom to see if she really peed herself. Lily always denied it, which was true even though she always leaked a bit in her panties but never told them out of embarassment. This went on for five days and then, the weekend came. Lily promised Sarah and Matt to spend an afternoon at the local playground. The kids were very excited and since it wasn't that far away from their home they walked all the way there. While they were walking Lily felt a slight, harmless pressure in her crotch and that was when she realized that the next couple of hours were about to get tough. You see, over the past five days she was so used to drink a bottle of water every couple of hours that she started to do it almost unconsciously and since she was also used to always have a toilet nearby she didn't even think about the lack of bathrooms at the playground. "I didn't drink that much, it'll be fine", she tried to convince herself. She was relaxed and as they reached the area, a bit outside of their village, the kids already started to have fun. Some of their friends were there and so were their mothers, two women, Tina and Julia, good friends of Lily. They immediatly started talking and having a nice conversation while Lily's little pressure got bigger and bigger. The topic moved at some point on her water diet and they discussed it for a bit when Lily said: "And that twenty minute drive home from work kills me!" "Really?" , Tina asked interested. "Yeah, every evening half way through I start needing to pee and I come home bursting every time ... and then the kids make fun of me for bouncing around like a child." The women laughed. "My kid never says anything when I get home bursting for a piss, he couldn't care less about my needs", said Julia. "Lucky you", gasped Lily. "So you basically spend your days in constant need to pee?", joked Tina. Lily and Julia laughed. "Yes I do", said Lily "... I ... I actually have to pee again right now to be honest." "Really?", Tina was amused. "Well ... Yeah, but it's fine. I can hold it ... I drank water earlier because I forgot that I was supposed to come here with the kids." "You can always hide behind a bush somewhere, just in case. Haha", said Tina. Lily laughed and they kept on talking until, after a while, Julia noticed Lily was getting nervous and wiggled around a little bit. "How's your bladder, Lil?", she asked. Lily sighed: "I feel her." "You OK?" "Yeah, yeah I can hold it." "You sure?", Tina asked. "I have to ... If I can hold it every day during my drive back from ..." Lily stopped talking as she heard Sarah calling her from the other side of the playground. She was sitting on a swing and said: "Can you push me?!" "Of course!", she shouted back even if the last thing she wanted was to stand up. She pushed herself up and she moaned almost grumpily. "Ah shit, I need a piss." Tina laughed: "You can do it Lil!" "We'll see", she joked. As she reached Sarah she slowly started to push the swing. The constant movement made her bladder jiggle which, of course, wasn't helpful. She tried the best to not show any signs of desperation until her mind started drifting and without realizing she pushed her fingers against her crotch for just a brief moment. As she realized it she removed her hand and put it into her pants' pocket, she looked around to see if somebody noticed. All of the kids were distracted, only Lily's girlfriends were looking at her kind of amused. "I gotta pee!", she mentioned to them by just moving her lips. After a while Sarah decided that she had spent enough time on the swing and went to join her brother. Lily was relieved she could finally sit down again. "God, I'm about to wet myself", she whispered to her friends. "Why don't you go quickly behind those trees?" Julia asked. On the other side of the path that went along the playground there was a tini bit of forest with a few trees, enough to hide Lily's privates in case she decided to take a leak there. But she said, still whispering: "No! With all of the people that keep hiking along the way ... And all of the children here! You crazy?" "Alright", Julia giggled "you think you can hold it until you get back home?" "I have to." The women laughed a little as Lily felt a sudden spasm between her legs. She bended over, one hand in her crotch and moaned slighlty, Matt noticed that from the distance and yelled out loud: "Do you need to pee mommy?" Lily's friends started giggling. "No, I'm fine!", she said slightly embarassed. "I'm gonna die", she whispered again. "Julia, can you give me your coat please?" Julia was confused, she grabbed her coat and gave it to Lily. "Thanks", she whispered. Lily placed it over her lap and hid her hands underneath it so that she could unzip her pants and hold her crotch secretly. Both of her friends were looking down at her in curiosity. Tina moved closer to her and asked: "Are you seriously holding your pussy right now?" Julia added: "God, you really need to go." "You would probably do the same if you needed to pee as much as I do now" said Lily without sharing eye contact with them. She looked at her kids laughing and having fun just hoping that one of them got tired and wanted to go home. But it didn't happen. Time was passing and Lily kept having converations with her friends to distract her from the now urgent need. Julia noticed that at some point she stopped talking to them and was just wiggling back and forth with the need to pee written all over her face. She gently layed her hand on Lilys thigh and giggled: "Lil, is everything alright?" "I really gotta go", she laughed nervously. Julia continued: "Why don't you just pee through the bench?" "What?!", Lily looked at her a bit shocked. "Look, let's do it like this. You hide your whole lap with my coat, then you pull down your pants a little, I place my purse behind you so that oncoming people won't be able to see your butt and then you just let go!" "That's perfect", said Tina then she added: "I can also give you my coat to place in front of your legs so that the kids won't see your pee flowing through." Julia continued: "And then we're going to talk and laugh very loud so that nobody's gonna hear your pee splashing on the ground." Obviously Tina and Julia where joking but as they both laughed out loud Lily began to take that idea in consideration. "We could do that", she said half-serious. Julia stopped laughing and a bit worried she asked: "Wait you're really thinking about it?" Lily didn't know what to say. Tina got anxious: "Lily, if you really need to pee so bad you have to go somewhere." She looked down at Lily's legs that were crossed and squeezed together tight. "Listen", Tina said "I kinda have have to pee as well." Lily looked at her surprised and asked: "Really?" "Well yeah, not as much as you do, but I wouldn't mind having a nice little piss right now. So I suggest that we both now get up and go over there and go pee behind one of those trees. You go first, obviously, and in the meantime I make sure nobody is looking while you are taking the most beautiful piss of your life. Alright?" "I don't know", said Lily. Tina got a bit frustrated: "Lily, if you don't go you will wet your pants in the next few minutes ... In front of our kids!" Lily said nothing because she knew Tina was right. "Come on", said Tina "let's go pee." She grabbed Lily's arm and helped her get up. She had trouble standing up without losing control. Julia noticed that and said: "You better empty that bladder as quick as you can, Lil." In the distance Sarah noticed her mother was standing up and yelled: "Are we going home mommy?" "You wanna go home, honey?" "Yes!", Sarah said. "Ok ... Matt?! Do you want to go home as well?", Lily yelled across the playground. She kept holding the coat in her hand with which she hid her other hand still pressed against her crotch. Julia behind her on the bench couldn't keep her eyes off Lily's tightly crossed legs shaking back and forth quickly and she kept staring at that one hand that was still clenched between those thighs fighting against the pressure. Julia was worried, she had never seen her friend so desperate before. "Uuum, yeah!", said Matt eventually. "Alright, let's go!", yelled Lily at her kids while pretending everything's fine. She turned around layed the coat on the bench and whispered: "Thank god!" "And what are you going to do now?", asked Julia. Lily, still bended over the bench with crossed legs, said: "I have to find something along the path. I seriously can't hold it anymore." "You sure you don't want to go behind a tree now real quick?", said Tina silently. Julia started teasing Tina: "Seems like you're desperate as well. Haha" "Yeah, I was already looking forward to have a nice pee behind Lily ... By the way, don't make fun of me I am sure you are about to piss yourself as well." Julia replied: "Well, I wouldn't mind a little relief behind a tree either." "Please shut up!", said Lily as she took her purse "Don't make me think about peeing." Tina laughed: "Alright." The kids finally reached her mother. Lily turned around and stood upstraight immediately while trying to hide the pain of the pressure inside her. "Ok kids say bye bye to everyone!" , she said while moving away quickly from everybody and dragging her kids with her. She was in a rush. Julia, Tina and their children both waved them goodbye. Lily and the kids left the playground and very quickly started to walk along the path. Every step Lily made was horrible. She felt the urine's pressure against her bladder and the gravel on the ground made it even worse. She couldn't talk to her children anymore since she was way to focused on not wetting herself right in front of them. Sarah and Matt didn't really seem to notice their mothers need until Lily slipped on a tini rock and grabbed once again her crotch to not lose it. "Aah" she moaned desperately. Matt saw her hand deep within her thighs and asked: "Do you need to pee again mom?" A wave of ebarassment overcame Lily. Her first thought was to deny it again but there was no point in doing so anymore. "Yes, mommy needs to go potty very bad. So we have to get home quickly." Lily took the decision to not pee outside probably even in front of her kids because for her that would have been to humiliating. Sarah and Matt started to move faster since her mother told them so. Lily kept her hand between her thighs, she didn't care anymore. She had to pee, bad. Sarah began to giggle and asked: "Are you doing the pee pee dance?" Lily, exhausted: "Yes, I am doing the pee dance because I need to pee like a little girl." All of a sudden she stopped. A spasm. Lily bended over, crossed her legs and moaned, all in front of her children. "Do you pee your pants mommy?" , asked her daughter. "No, mommy just needs a little break because otherwise all of the pee is coming out." "Do you want to pee here?" asked Sarah again. "No, here ... Aaaargh", another spasm. A few spurts came out of her, hoping that the kids wouldn't notice she pulled herself together and they kept on walking fast towards home and towards a toilet that Lily couldn't stop thinking about. It was evening and lucky for her the path was empty. "Mommy!" , said Sarah all of a sudden. "What?!", Lily was nervous. "My shoe is untied." Without stopping Lily looked down at her daughters shoe and saw how her shoelaces where flying around. The last thing she wanted to do now was to stop and tie her shoes but her motherly instincts knew that if she kept walking at that speed Sarah might trip and get hurt. Lily kept walking. "Mommy!", Sarah yelled. "Argh", Lily stopped and got down on one knee in front of the child. She squeezed her thighs together as tight as she could and started to tie her shoe. Her hands were shaking and she couldn't hold still. Matt next to her kept watching her, he couldn't believe that a grown up woman had to pee so bad. "Aaah", she moaned desperate. "You ok?", Sarah asked. "No, I have to pee very very very bad, honey!" The intense desire of taking a pee overcame her and in that moment a strong gush of urine exploded out of her. Matt was shocked as he saw the little stream coming out of her pants. She immediately stopped tying Sarah's shoes and moved her hands back to her to stop the oncoming flow. Sarah heard the splashes and asked: "Did you pee your pants?" Lily didn't listen to her. She stopped the urine but shortly after another spurt shot out of her, splashing once again on the ground. Lily panicked, she felt the urine on her hands and knew immediately that this was it. "The pee, the pee is coming out!", she said desperately to her kids as she immediately started to unzip her pants as another spurt came out of her. She couldn't stop it. Lily pulled her pants down a bit to late and then the pee just shot out of her like a wonderful fountain. Sarah took a few steps back so that her shoes won't get hit by her mothers urine powerful pee stream. "Aaaah", Lily moaned silently, followed by a strong hissing sound and the intense splashes on the graveled ground. Her kids all around her were stunned and just looked at their mother's visble stream that just created the biggest pee puddle they've ever seen. Lily knew that they where staring down there but the relief that just got over her overshadowed everything. The urine was flowing and flowing. "This is a long pee", Matt said amused. "Yes", you could hear the relief in Lilys voice: "mommy had a lot of pee inside her." Then she gasped of exhaustion. "You are making a lake mommy." Sarah laughed. She looked down and only now Lily realized how much she actually peed. A massive puddle was underneath her and about to flow in Matt's direction who also looked at it with a bit of disbelief. The last drops dribbled out of Lily and without standing up she dragged her pants back on so that the kids wouldn't see her vagina. It was already embarassing enough that they saw her pissing in front of them. Lily drew herself up and felt lighter than ever. "Oh my god", she said "I feel like a feather." Sarah, still in front of her, started to laugh again. "What?" "You peed in your pants". Lily's face turned red, she forgot about the spurts at the beginning. She looked at her crotch and saw a little wet patch which turned out to be bigger as she moved her hand on her butt and felt the wettness. "Even a grown up pees in her pants sometimes." She turned to Matt who was still a bit stunned by wat just happened. He saw his mother pee before but never like this. "You ok?" Lily asked. He nodded. "Look at the big lake I made.", she decided to embrace her embarassment hoping that it would make the situation less awkward. "You could swim in it", joked Sarah as she was about to touch the pee puddle with her shoe. "No!", said Lily and pulled her foot away. Her shoelace wasn't tied properly. Lily laughed a bit about her incapacity to act properly while desperate. She redid the knot, took Sarah and Matt by the hand and walked away, until Lily realized that she was holding her children with hands that were covered in urine a few minutes before. She let go without telling anyone and they walked back home without a worry in the world.
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  33. Lily

    Glad to hear that, thanks! I'm definetly gonna write one again as soon as I know about what haha
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  34. That's so hot, honestly. I'm not sure what I'd do if I saw a guy with wet pants and a hard on. Thanks for sharing that.
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  35. lap peeing

    Here's a go to favorite of mine: http://vk.com/videos221733985?z=video-104308070_171245270%2Fpl_221733985_-2
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  36. I love everything by @satyr, @herrokitty and @DsGSilver!
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  37. newbie

    Welcome, and you might notice you'll have a limit to how often you can post in a day and have to get them approved each time, but after about 10 or so you'll go up a rank and these "newbie/Empty" restrictions will be lifted.
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  38. Ripped. :) Zola AK - Wetting in jeans always feels better - ebony pee desperation.mp4
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  39. Goodnites are excellently discreet, and yeah, even a soaked one, unless you are wearing like super tight bottoms. I sometimes worry that a wet Goodnite might give me a slightly wonky silhouette and a strange crotch bulge. I bet for boys this would be less of an issue... So yeah, I've done this a couple of times. Once I was in Germany, knew no one, was travelling alone, and was interested what those body scanners would pick up. So standing in a very long security line I slowly wet my Goodnite and the scanner picked up nothing (or security made no comment). I was feeling naughty and a little exhibitionistic. The few times I've gone through without planning it, I was dashing between flights and not able to change.
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  40. I've written elsewhere, i'd put my dick in EVERYTHING! But I'd also have a ton of fun pointing it at stuff and peeing on it 😉
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  41. I would experiment with some of the things that have always made me curious: sitting in a field with my skirt around me, wetting myself wetting down my legs orgasming with a full bladder wetting while sitting on a beach peeing through a wet bikini on the toilet wetting while wearing a skirt which hides the evidence I would be curious about the whole female peeing/wetting experience, and experimenting to discover what it’s like.
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  42. (My first story, I may do these whenever I don't have time for requests. Anyways, enjoy!) A Braixen was lounging on her couch, casually scroll through her phone. As well as sipping down her 3rd cup of orange soda. She had a rough last few days at work, so she was taking her weekend to just relax however she wanted. She was just scrolling through her feed, eventually feeling a slight twinge in her bladder. "Ugh.. Gotta wee.." She said to herself, but her position was just too comfortable, she didn't feel like getting up. She decided to just ignore it for now, knowing she could hold it. As she continued to scroll she came across a few images of beautiful looking waterfalls and springs. She admired them for awhile, marveling at their beauty. But the thought of flowing waters reminded her of the need slowly building, so much so that she couldn't help but slighty shift her legs around at the thought. After awhile of this, she could start to feel her bladder filling at a fairly fast past, realizing she really couldn't hold it anymore, she reluctant got up, doing a tight walk with her legs just a little clutched together as she made her way to the restroom. Braixen put her paw on the door, turning the knob only to find it stuck. She blinked, then turned it again. Still stuck. She had no clue what to do or how to feel, she kept turning the knob as if she it wasn't real, but it was. The bathroom was locked, which meant no toilet access, which also meant, no peeing. Braixen whinned, not knowing what to do or how the door was locked. The door had a lock on it, on the inside. "H-how is it locked? I-it only locks inside!" She said to herself, subconciously rubbing her legs together. Braixen made her way back to the couch, waddling and sitting down to think of what she could do now. She tried to think fast, but her bladder was distracting her. She had her paws pressed against her croch, her legs shaking back and forth. Those sodas had gone straight through her, faster than she expected. Braixen thought of a few potential options, maybe she could go in the kitchen sink? No no, she wouldn't be able to climb on the counter without leaking... Maybe she could go in the garden? That won't work... She couldn't risk getting spotted. As she contemplated her options, her need to go continued to rise, she crossed her legs tightly, clutching her croch as she tried her very best to keep it in. She knew she was running out of time. Her bladder threatening to burst right then and there, but she managed to prevent her flow, giving her more time to think. She eventually had an idea, she got up, waddling her way back towards the bathroom door. Trying again at the knob to be sure, but to no avail. She opened up a nearby closet, pulling out a wrench. She went back to the door, and with her legs still crossed, she tried to pry the door open. She didn't care if she broke her door, she couldn't bare the thought of wetting herself, even if she was alone. She pulled and pulled, hoping the lock would give. But it didn't, and as a large wave if desperation hit her, she dropped the wrench, grabbing at her crotch and doing a pee dance, trying to hold it all in. She felt a leak drip into her paw, knowing time was almost up. In panic, she picked up the wrench, shoving it straight through the door, a huge hole carved through it. Braixen frantically put her hand through it, looking to unlock the door from outside, she eventually was able to do so, opening the door immediately. There she saw her savior, the clean, white surface of the toilet. But, as she took one step towards the toilet bowl, she froze. Her bladder had had enough, and before she could do anything to stop it, the floodgates opened up. Her bladder letting out all the pent up liquid inside. She knew she couldn't stop it, so she let it flow, she couldn't help but laugh at the fact she had put in hole in her door because of all of this. "Today was quite eventful... Guess I got some cleaning to do.. As well as calling a repair mon.." (Hope that was enjoyable! If it was I may write some more stories in the future!)
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  43. Zone Pink

    Emily and Olivia admired their handywork. The house looked like an actual building now. It didn’t compare to the prebuilt houses, but they were burnt down anyway, so it didn’t matter. It could use some windows, especially since they didn’t have skylighting now. “Emily, how are we going to see anything while we’re in there?” Olivia asked. “The inventories give off light, remember? Until we figure out a lighting solution, that should work, right?” Emily asked. Olivia winced, and grabbed herself. “Y-yeah, let’s not work on the building anymore for today, alright?” Olivia asked. “Olivia, you very clearly have to pee. There’s no point in hiding it, and I thought we were going to be more open with each other! Why are you still hiding it?” Emily asked, concerned. “I know you said that the contest was fun, but it was a total bust. I feel bad for wasting the water, and I know you are going to conserve it as well as you can, b-by not peeing. It was my fault that this happened, and I should be punished for it, not you.” Olivia apologized. “Hey! Don’t be so upset over it! It really wasn’t a big deal at all! Plus, now we can have a new contest! Biggest bladder!” Emily exclaimed. Olivia giggled. “Weren’t you just asking me to pee so that I wouldn’t have any pain?” Olivia asked. “No, I just didn’t want you to try and hide your pain from me. I want to be a supportive friend, and I can’t do that if you can’t even admit when you have to pee!” “Well what about your contest then? I have a weaker bladder! I’m at a disadvantage!” Olivia complained. “That doesn’t matter, we have plugs. We both drank the same amount of liquid, so we have the same potential ‘maximum bulge’ of eight liters. This game’s all about who breaks first. Who will be the first one to remove her plug because they can’t stand the pain?” Emily decided. “What do we win?” Olivia asked. “Uhhh, shit. I haven’t thought about that.” Emily realized. “Oh I have an idea… when the loser takes their plug out, they have to make sure that they pee in a container, or multiple containers. The winner will put the containers in their inventory, and then also pee into other containers, and put those in their inventory as well. A few days later, while the loser is asleep, the winner will fill them with both containers with the funnel, and then plug them up. When the loser wakes up, the winner keeps the loser’s plug in for as long as they can, while the loser is twice as full as their breaking point was.” Olivia said. Emily stared for a moment. “Th… that was super hot. Y-you came up with all of that just now?” Emily asked. “Yeah, we don’t have anything to actually give each other, so I decided a punishment was better…” Olivia said. “That’s absolutely fantastic, b-but I’m not sure it’s the best idea…” Emily said. “W-wait really? Oh, I d-don’t want a repeat of last time… forget I said that, I’m sorry.” Olivia squeaked. “Wait, no! Olivia it was the hottest punishment I’ve ever heard, and a part of me wants to start a back and forth where we take turns making the punishment even worse… b-but I don’t think a punishment is a good idea! We need a reward.” Emily decided. “What about a less severe punishment? Most of the fun will be from the challenge itself, so we don’t really need a big punishment or reward, so what if the loser has to drink lake water for a week or two? That will also conserve some of the water I wasted…” Olivia suggested. “Yeah, that’s good. We’ll do that.” Emily agreed. Olivia then let out a soft whimper. “S-so how long do you think this game will last?” Olivia asked. “Days, maybe weeks. Depends on if I want to let you win or not.” Emily said, smirking. “Oh! Now we’re on even ground! It’s size, not strength! I’ll be full way before you, but my willpower will outlast yours!” Olivia challenged. Emily poked a certain bulge near Olivia’s crotch, causing her to yelp and jam her hands down there. “We’ll see…” Emily said, smiling. For the next few hours, the girls sat around the unlit campfire, and rubbed their bulges softly. They stayed naked, because Emily liked the feeling of exposure again, and Olivia didn’t want to be the first one to put her clothes back on. Emily stared directly at each of Olivia’s privates multiple times, and giggled when Olivia turned red every single time. “Do you like it better when I stare at your tits, or your pussy?” Emily asked. Olivia became even redder, and turned her body away for a few minutes, but she knew Emily was looking at her ass, so she gave up and attempted to ignore her. “So Olivia, h-how’s your bladder?” Emily asked, barely stopping a moan from leaving her mouth as she felt a painful wave of desperation hit. “Oh, it’s so full. I still have plenty of space for it to stretch into, though!” Olivia said. Emily opened her inventory to see her bladder meter at eighty-five percent. Olivia must have been well over a hundred at this point. Eventually, the sky started turning a blue-purple color, and the girls opened their inventories and headed towards their bed. Emily took the opportunity to see Olivia’s bladder at one hundred forty percent. “Are we going to sleep naked?” Olivia asked. “If I had it my way, we would burn our clothes and stay naked forever. Do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?” Emily asked. Olivia’s eyes widened as she realized that her naked body would be up against Emily’s either way. “Emily, I’ve gotten used to having clothing, and don’t want to go back to being naked. I was really embarrassed, and now I’m even more embarrassed! Can we please put our clothes back on?!” Olivia asked. “Come on Olivia, doesn’t being naked together make you feel a little-“ Emily started. “It does! You know how I get when I’m horny, and I don’t want that to happen, and that’s still not even the main reason I don’t like being naked! Seeing you staring at my body is really embarrassing, but it feels embarrassing in a positive way? The feeling confuses me and I don’t like it! We have clothing, let’s please wear it.” Olivia said. “Olivia, when I stare at you lustfully, like I am right now, you say it embarrasses you in a good way. I’m pretty sure you secretly like it, but even you don’t realize you like it.” Emily suggested. “What? N-no that’s crazy! I think… no! I don’t like it, I’m embarrassed! But that embarrassment feels really fuzzy and warm… Emily! Now you’re messing with me! Can we please just go to sleep?” Olivia sighed. “First, do you want to be big spoon or little spoon? Wrap your arms around my huge tits and press your pussy against me, or let me caress your bladder as I slowly rub my pussy against your back?” Emily asked. “Emily! Can we please not do this right now? I really don’t want to be horny right now, and my bladder hurts so much… and I know I’ll enjoy either option, but no! Agh, stop making me agree with you! I’m putting my clothes on and ending this!” Olivia finally decided. “Your clothes are in my inventory.” Emily smirked. “Fine! Little spoon!” Olivia finally decided. “Wait really? Little spoon?” Emily questioned. “Wait, little spoon?! Why did I say that?! Did I instinctively want little spoon? Emily, you’re completely throwing me off now!” Olivia yelled in frustration. “Or, I was right, and you are subconsciously super pervy!” Emily exclaimed. “Emily! That sounds super bad! Come on, my bladder is bursting, and I’m tired, maybe I’m just not thinking right.” Olivia decided. Emily happily wrapped herself around Olivia in bed, and immediately started soothing her hurting bladder. “Ohh, this does feel nice though. Maybe subconscious pervert me is right.” Olivia moaned. “You should listen to her more often, for both of us.” Emily requested. Olivia smiled. Emily couldn’t tell what was going through Olivia’s head, but hearing her moan softly everytime her bladder acted up made Emily content. She kept massaging it, calming Olivia down, and eventually putting her to sleep. Emily squeezed herself against Olivia, ignoring the pain from her bladder from doing this, and tried to sleep. She couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation that happened a few minutes before. She knew that Olivia became super dominant when she became horny, but was there a submissive side that she hadn’t encountered yet? Olivia seemed to be fighting herself on some certain desires, and as much as Emily wanted Olivia to be upfront with her, seeing Olivia so flustered and embarrassed was really hot. Emily made a mental note to try and mess with Olivia more often. To what extent, though? Once she becomes horny enough from it, she’s gonna be pissed, and get back at Emily. Clearly, Emily would have to figure out some sort of balance. Or maybe she was tired, and in pain, and overthinking things. Either way, Emily’s mind wandered back to the competition for biggest bladder. It was hard not to think about it, with the constant, slowly increasing pain, but she didn’t really mind it yet. All she could think of was Olivia. Emily told her that they were on even ground to make her confident, because she really needed a win. It seemed like every time anything happened, Emily bested Olivia in every way, and it was clearly getting to her. Emily wondered if the personality switches were from some sort of extreme self doubt. The ground was not even. Not only did Emily have a stronger bladder than Olivia, but she also definitely had a stronger willpower and pain tolerance. There was absolutely no way Olivia would win this, and Emily felt bad. Part of her wanted to let Olivia win, but if Olivia was anything, it was smart. She would know if Emily let her win. While she rubbed Olivia’s bulging tummy, she thought of a few ways to give Olivia an advantage, but didn’t act on them. How terrible would Olivia feel if she found out that Emily secretly put herself at a disadvantage just to try and cheer her up? Emily figured the only way for this to work in Olivia’s favor was for her to confront Olivia in the morning and end the competition. In the meantime, Emily would think of things that Olivia could beat her in, and ways to make her happy. “Huhh, hAAGHH! OH GOD IT HURTS!” Olivia screamed when morning came, waking up very violently. “Olivia?! What’s wrong?!” Emily asked, being woken up suddenly. “FULL! NO SPACE LEFT!” Olivia screamed. Emily saw a large bulge where her hands were last night. Looking at herself, she had a bulge that was exactly the same size. She opened her inventory and saw one hundred fifty three percent. Olivia’s hands were clasped between her legs as she frantically kicked the air. “Olivia calm down! I’m sure you’re fine! You have plenty of space left! You always will! You’re always going to have more space to stretch!” Emily said, rubbing Olivia’s shoulders. Olivia started breathing heavily. Emily grabbed her chin, and saw her bladder at two hundred ninety five percent. She thought back to the dungeon and shuddered. “Olivia, this is too much for you! Let’s end the contest now. You win.” Emily said, reaching for Olivia’s plug. “What?! No! Emily, you could hold way more than this! E-even if you were at three hundred yourself, you would still be able to hold more! I can and will keep going! I-It was just an overreaction from just waking up, I-I’m fine, r-really!” Olivia assured Emily. “Olivia, I think we’re forgetting what this was all about in the first place. Conserving water by holding it until the other one was thirsty.” Emily said. “So you’re s-saying the loser should have to drink p-pee for a week instead of lake water?” Olivia asked, hopping in place. “No, I’m saying that I’m thirsty, and you really need to pee! This contest was a bad idea. I’m at a clear advantage and you must know that. Neither of us are having very good ideas lately.” Emily said. “Emily, I can beat you if I try hard enough! I have a plug in! As long as I want to hold longer than you, I totally can!” Olivia said. “Olivia, please. You look like you’re in so much pain and I don’t want to see you suffer like this. Here, put your clothes on.” Emily said, throwing Olivia’s clothes over to her. “Emily, when we were in the dungeon, you had to suffer like this and there was nothing I could do about it! I’m not peeing, and I’m not putting my clothes on!” Olivia said. “Olivia, is something else wrong? Just last night you were begging to have clothes. Is something wrong?” Emily worried. “No, I’m just trying to prove my strength to my own self… Anytime you give me a handicap, I feel pathetic, and I always regret giving in! This time I won’t!” Olivia said. “Honestly, I don’t want to do the competition. It’s seemingly driving you insane, and I just want you to be calm and happy.” Emily said. “Winning this will make me feel accomplished, and proud. I can do this, I really can. If you want to stop the competition, though, I understand. W-we’ll do whatever you decide. Just please consider continuing the competition, I really want to win, or at least try my hardest!” Olivia requested What will they do? Stop the competition, let the girls drink from each other Continue the competition, give Olivia a reason to be proud Stop the competition, and pee into bottles for later, in case they ever run out of water.
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  44. First I remember was when I was 4, and it was the school holidays (my first school holidays I think). I was staying with my grandparents and my nan was taking me out shopping with her. I remember her telling me to go for a wee before we left to catch the bus, however I didn't need to go then so told her so. I'm sure you can see where this is leading, 1/2 hour later we were in a shop in town when I suddenly felt quite desperate and told my nan I had to go badly. Of course she told me that I should have gone, and would have to wait a moment whilst she paid for her shopping and then we could go to the toilets across the road. Of course, within a matter of seconds I felt that familiar warm feeling in the crotch of my briefs and proceeded to wet my pants and leave a puddle on the floor, very upset that I had embarrassed myself and disappointed my nan.After this I don't think I had any accidents for a while, as the next I remember I was about 6 and it was my first ever school accident. Our class teacher was off ill so we were sitting with another class, at the side of their room with their teacher that I didn't know very well. We were getting on with some worksheets when I felt the need to poo, so I asked the teacher who allowed me to go. I went to the toilet and sat there for a few minutes, but nothing came so I decided I had to go back to class. Only 10 mins or so later I felt that need again so again I asked, but this time my teacher said no so I went back to my seat. Only a short while later I lost the battle and left a fairly large poo slip out into my briefs - it did smell a little and I remember one of my friends making a comment about something had died! I then had to face the mortification of going to my teacher and muttering those dreaded words "I've had an accident". I remember her taking me out of the room and giving me a spare pair of blue briefs to change into and then me having to go home and hand my mum the messy ones bundled up in paper towels and tell her, though my tears of shame, that I'm pooed myself at school.Next up was a year or so later, as we had just moved house. This time I woke one morning to that horrible cold, wet feeling and knew that I had wet the bed. So far as I can remember this is the first time it had happened since I had been trained and I was at a sufficient age to be really embarrased by it, so I didn't tell my mum. I remember hanging my wet PJ bottoms over the storage heater at the end of my room and then slipping them into the wash basket. My mum did comment when she was putting them in the wash (I guess they were still damp), she asked me whether I'd had an accident and I said no. A week or so later she was changing my bed whilst I was in the bath and came in holding the stained sheet asking again about an accident and I couldn't really deny it now so just said yes and she said I should have told her instead of trying to hide it.Oddly for me the next was a bedwetting too, and was about a year later. I was spending the school holidays with my dad, staying in his 1 bedroom flat. Because of the short space I was sleeping in his bed and he was on the sofa. One night I'd gone to bed and had then got up a couple of times (just messing, as you do) so he shouted at me about staying in bed. Sods law, as I was lying in bed I felt a tingling that I needed to wee, but didn't want to make him angry by getting up again so I tried to ignore it. I must have drifted off to sleep, as the next thing I remember it was about 3am and I woke up in the middle of weeing in the bed! The damage was done, and I don't know whether I could have stopped if I'd tried so I just finished off and then got out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Here I took my wet briefs off (this is all I was sleeping in) and put a dry pair on...not sure why as I got back into the wet bed. I took a towel from the bathroom and used it to try and dry the bed, before taking it back to the bathroom and leaving it there with my wet undies. By some miracle I got away with it, as my dad didn't even notice the wet pants in the bathroom nor the wet bed and both had dried by the time I went some.The same week as the bedwetting, above, I also managed to soak my pants in public for the first time since I was 4. I was weeing quite a lot that week, think I was drinking a lot more than I did at home and my dad had commented on how I was always needing the toilet. One night, after we'd eaten tea we were out walking to one of his friends for him to get some money when I started to need a wee, but I didn't say anything. We got to his friends where he conducted his business and I drank a glass of juice (oops!) before setting off for the walk home. I had been too self conscious to ask to use his friends toilet. Part way home I started doing the telltale weewee dance, in itself an embarrasment for an 9 year old but my dad didn't pick up on it and natuarlly by this stage I was too mortified to say anything as I felt an accident was imminent. I was right, and only a couple of minutes later I started to go in my pants (red briefs, black tracksuit bottoms) at this stage I felt I needed to say something to my dad but was too ashamed so I just tapped his hand and pointed at my crotch. As my bottoms were black they didn't appear wet (even though I was part way though wetting them) so he just thought I needed to wee again and made some comment about us being nearly home so I could go then. By then it was too late, but at least I was spared the shame of him knowing that his 9 year old son had just wet himself in public without even asking to use a toilet! Once again I got away with it by hiding my clothes when I got undressed that night.The last reat accident that I remember having was even more embarrasing that the rest put together, as it happened just over a year later when I was 10 years old!! To make matters worse, it was also another school accident! It was lunchtime at school and I don't think I had used the toilet in school that day. I was queueing up outside the canteen with the rest of my class when I started to feel the need for a wee. I did contemplate asking one of the dinner ladies to let me run to the toilets quickly, but then I thought that we were the last class to go in so there wasn't much time left before they stopped serving food. I didn't want to miss my dinner, so I decided that I was 10 years old and more than old enough to hold it until I'd at least got my food - I mean, who's ever heard of a 10 year old wetting himself like a little baby? The queue was quite long, probably about 30 kids, and by the time I got to the final section I was jigging about from one foot to the other and grabbing my crotch every few seconds. I knew that I really had to go soon to preven MAJOR embarrasment, but it was now my turn to go through to the serving hatches so I couldn't go anywhere. To my immense shame I stood there, grabbing myself through my grey school trousers as my bladder betrayed me and emptied itself. I was in shock that such a thing had happened, and just went through to get my dinner as normal. I took my tray and put it on a table before going to speak to one of the dinner lady's. Never have I been as embarrased as when I had to tell her that I (one of the oldest in the school) had "had and accident" and weed in my pants. She did look disappointed, but told me to sit and each my lunch and then go back to her. After I'd picked at my food, I went with her to the spare clothing cupboard where she found the only garment that would fit me (as they were more prepared for accidents in 4 year olds than 10 year olds!) a pair of grey school shorts. I would have been embarrased to wear these at the best of times, as we all regarded them as something the little kids wore, but that's all there was. I went into the boys toilets to change whilst the dinner lady waited outside. It was only after I'd taken my wet trousers off that I realised I didn't have any dry undies to put on, so in my infinite wisdom I left the wet ones on under the dry shorts. My wet trousers were given to me in a carrier bag when I was leaving, and my aunt picked me up from school as I was going to hers for tea. She didn't say anything about the carrier bag, but did comment on the shorts - asking where my trousers were. I just said that I'd sat in some mess so my teacher had given me the shorts to change into. My aunt would obviously have known the truth as soon as she looked in the bag, but thankfully she spared my blushes and didn't say anything to me. It was the most mortifying experience of my life.
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  45. Zone Pink

    After hours of waiting, the guard still stationed near the rock sighed and returned to the village. Before leaving, he looked around one last time, but like always, didn’t look directly upward. Once they were both absolutely 100% sure he was out of earshot, Emily and Olivia climbed down the tree. Olivia groaned in pain for the first time in hours. Emily rubbed her shoulders sympathetically. “So, what now? I can’t pee here, he’ll know when he comes back tomorrow!” Olivia said. “Unfortunately, you’re going to have to keep holding it. We’re going back to the edge of the forest, and when we see the guard near the house we chose to stay in swap with someone else, we’ll sneak back in. We’re waiting there until they leave. We can’t risk anything. You won’t be able to pee.” Emily said. “But you won’t be able to pee either! Aren’t you concerned for yourself?” Olivia asked. “Olivia, I’m fine. I’m barely full at all right now! If you want, I can put the funnel in me and you can empty yourself… I know you’re going to say no, but you really should! I can handle all of it, and I don’t want to see you suffer!” Emily said, opening a crate and taking the funnel out. Olivia shook her head. “I have a plug! There’s no reason for me to not be able to hold this! I need to be a strong girl! I can’t keep being so weak!” Olivia announced. Emily smiled nervously. “Olivia, now I feel bad… please don’t think less of yourself because I had hella gains in my past life, you don’t need to have strength, you’re smart! But you’re so full… and also so horny… that you can’t think straight! I’ve been doing all of the thinking lately, and we almost died! Please just empty yourself into me! We won’t leave any evidence behind, and you’ll be somewhat back to normal!” Emily begged. “No. That’s not happening. Let’s go back. I’ll use this to my advantage! I’m horny, and in a way, this full bladder feels really good! The pain is beautiful! It’s only going to get better!” Olivia said, shaking. Emily could tell that Olivia was lying to herself. She couldn’t handle another drop in her, but she felt weak and useless so she had to prove her strength to herself. Emily felt fully responsible, but she knew she couldn’t do anything about it. They waited at the edge of the forest for a few minutes before the guard started walking away. The girls darted back to the most structurally-sound building in the village, and hid. Emily heard sloshing and moaning behind her while they ran, and wanted to relieve Olivia of her pain so much. Once they got inside, they decided that since it was dark out, they should rest. They curled up against each other, and fell asleep. Emily was the larger spoon tonight, and rubbed Olivia’s belly before they slept. Olivia stifled a few soft moans. “I love you Olivia, goodnight.” Emily whispered, comforting Olivia’s aching abdomen. “Mmmnn, l-love you too- ohhhhh…” Olivia replied quietly. They slept, and it took all of Olivia’s power not to scream when she woke up in the morning. She looked down to see an even larger bulge than yesterday. A few tears rolled down the poor girl’s face. She thought about the tube and funnel. She silently cursed at herself for ever considering such a thing. If she couldn’t handle something like this, how would she ever be able to do anything? Part of her wanted to be able to hide the bulge. She shouldn’t be able to display something like that so freely, not after what Emily did two days ago. She pushed on it to try and make it appear smaller, but it wouldn’t budge. It was too hard, and the pressure almost made her scream. She was upset that she was so weak that she would have given them away. Olivia put her face in her palms. Emily eventually woke up and saw Olivia’s shame. “Hey, what are you upset about?” Emily asked quietly. “It’s not important, it’s a personal issue.” Olivia replied. “You know I would do anything to help you, and if I can guess right, then I think I already know what’s wrong.” Emily whispered. Olivia frowned. “Emily, I know that you think highly of me, but I feel like it’s because I’m the only other girl you’ve met. You can compliment and support me all you want, but it isn’t going to help. I’m still pathetic.” Olivia said sadly. “First of all, I’ve met at least two other girls in my time here, so I know you aren’t my only option. I know by now that I can’t make you think better of yourself, but you’re only making it worse! You were fine last night, and look at how sad you are now! Plus, even if you were the only other girl I had ever met, then why should it matter if you couldn’t impress anyone else? If you’re right, and I’m just gullible, then you’ve tricked me into loving you. To me, you’re every bit as impressive as I am. I don’t suffer with self esteem issues like you do, but you shouldn’t either! Honestly, you’ve been acting really sad for a while now! It’s like you’re not even yourself-“ Emily said. Then it hit her. “Olivia. You haven’t been acting like yourself, because you aren’t! You’ve been in dominant mode for the past few days, but you’ve been denied any sexual action whatsoever! You’re emotions are going wild! That’s why you’ve felt so terribly!” Emily realized. “Wait, y-you might be right… I’m on the complete opposite end right now. Once these guys leave, and we can finally drain my pink meter, you’re saying I’ll be back to normal? I’ll be happy with myself again?” Olivia asked quietly. “Well, I’m not sure. If you keep thinking that you’re bad, and weak, and whatever, it might stick. What you need to do is know that this is only temporary. Whatever negativity you’re feeling towards yourself isn’t real. You’re fantastic! You just need to tell yourself that, whether you believe it or not.” Emily said. Olivia smiled. She felt awful about herself, but she knew it wasn’t real. As long as she ignored her negative feelings for the next few days, she would feel better in no time! Unfortunately, this didn’t solve her bladder problem. “I’m s-still so full! It’s really starting to hurt!” Olivia winced. “Olivia, funnel. Come on, you have to.” Emily said. “F-fine! Are you sure you can take it?” Olivia asked, pulling her pants down. “Of course! I’ll just grab it from this crate, and you can finally…” Emily stopped talking suddenly as dread overcame her “Olivia… I-I dropped the tube and funnel in the woods.” Emily said. “What?! No… no this is bad.” Olivia worried. “I’m sorry, you can’t pee and it’s my fault.” Emily apologized. “N-no, it’s worse than that! Mmph… The guard is going to see that w-when he returns!” Olivia whispered. Emily froze. “W-what do we do?” Emily asked. “Nng… w-we just… we just go back… and get it…” Olivia moaned. Suddenly they heard a voice from down the path. “I just found this in the woods. It wasn’t there yesterday. Someone was there, someone who has stuff. Considering that nothing was found in the structure that was built, they probably took all of their stuff with them, and are exploring in the area. I don’t think that person is returning anytime soon, because they brought everything with them, but they are obviously nearby. One person should stay here in case they return, but we need to track them down in the woods.” The man said. “I’ll stay here. I’ve never been too fond of wooded areas.” A voice said. It was female. Olivia and Emily were both intrigued. They had no idea who all was in this group, and this could be an opportunity for them to see another girl. The other six people left for the woods. Olivia and Emily heard the girl walk towards where the room they built was. “M-maybe we can get a quick glance… if we just peek through the doorway here…” Olivia said, moving towards the door. “Olivia, that’s a terrible idea! I want to see this person too, but we absolutely cannot get caught! Maybe they will leave sooner now! We just have to wait a few more days until we’re free to do what we want again! We can’t screw this up!” Emily whispered. Olivia stepped back. She rubbed her swollen belly. They both sat down for the rest of the day doing nothing. They both drank water, but the only food they had now was the raw bear meat they got yesterday. “I-if we’re about to starve, we’ll eat this, b-but we should w-wait until we c-can cook it…” Olivia suggested. “You’re probably thirsty, so you should drink some water. I know the last thing you’d want right now is more liquid, but you need it.” Emily said. Olivia drank a bottle of diuretic and felt her bladder bloat a little more. The sun set and Olivia was even fuller than when she woke up. “Emily, I c-can’t take much m-more of this…” Olivia said. “It will be okay. You have a plug. Nothing will come out, and she won’t find us. You just have to endure for another day or two, and then everything will be great again. Trust me, okay?” Emily said, kissing Olivia on the forehead. They both sat down to fall asleep in the same position as last night. “C-can you rub my bulge again? I-I can’t get enough of your touch… it’s so comforting, and soothing…” Olivia requested. Emily happily obliged, giving tender strokes to Olivia’s rapidly growing center. Olivia moaned softly, and smiled. The girls fell asleep, and slept peacefully. The next morning was monumentally worse for Olivia. She was closer than ever to blowing their cover. She almost yelled loudly when she jolted awake from a sharp pain in her bladder. It was larger than ever. She whimpered, rubbing her bulge in pain. She felt a constant pulsating wave of pain going through her. There was no way she could endure this for however long it would be until the guards left. She knew it wouldn’t even stop here. It would only get worse. She looked down and saw that Emily had started to get quite a bit of a bulge of her own. Emily woke up, clearly uncomfortable, but was silenced when she saw the mass sticking out from Olivia’s waist. “Oh, Olivia, that looks so terrible, I wish there was something I could do… I really wish there was…” Emily said. “B-but you have a bulge now, too! You’re at 100% now, would you really be willing t-to hold all of this too?” Olivia asked. “Olivia, as I’ve said many times I would do anything for you, but it would be much less for me than for you anyway, I could definitely handle that!” Emily whispered. Emily comforted Olivia all day. She made sure she felt as well as she could. It was pure torture for Olivia, and Emily needed to soften it for her. They both drank water when they got thirsty, but Olivia much more reluctantly. “Emily, I feel like I’m going to literally burst! I feel like I’m going to pop open any second now! I can’t handle any more of this!” Olivia sobbed. “You won’t burst, don’t worry! Remember what that one woman said. We can’t be damaged by this. Whatever pain we feel hurts, but it won’t physically affect us at all!” Emily whispered. Olivia rubbed her bulge in pain. “E-Emily, there’s only one person here. If I were to pee in your mouth, and you were to drink it all, w-we probably wouldn’t be heard, r-right?” Olivia asked. “That could work, but with how much you’ll be peeing, there’s no way I’ll be able to drink all of it! I’m sorry, but you just need to keep holding it!” Emily said. “Wh-what about our empty water bottles? Can I pee in those?” Olivia asked desperately. “That would make too much noise, and the opening is too small anyway! Without my funnel, you wouldn’t be able to pee in them at all!” Emily said. Olivia whimpered and continued to attempt to soothe her violent bladder. She was nearly at 200% now. “E-Emily, can I at least pee a little in your mouth? I’m sure you could drink a pretty decent amount, and that would make me feel so much better!” Olivia suggested. Emily thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, let’s do it. When I need you to stop, I’ll squeeze your leg.” Emily said, laying down. Olivia took her pants off and reached for her plug. As she was about to take it out, they heard people running in the trees far behind them. “We found tracks in a particularly muddy region, but they just stayed in one area, then disappeared. We can’t find that person anywhere, and I don’t think we will. It’s probably a lost cause.” The leader of the group said, as the group returned to the one member left behind. “Well, we can search for the next sign of life, somewhere else, but before we leave, let’s make a routine check of every house here, just to make sure we didn’t miss anything.” The woman decided. Olivia and Emily looked around in panic as someone walked toward the building they were in. The girls catch a break and are able to successfully hide from the guard checking that building The guard finds them and reports them to the rest of the group.
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  46. 2004 phone video record quality. When was the last time you saw a 3gp video?
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  47. From the album: AD-SD-ChibiGirl

    A sequel to my last pic! Bonnie has a solution to Blue's accident. Unfortunately, Blue fussed and fought through his diapering, Bonnie was quick to pacify him after he finished. Blue is still not happy about it!
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