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  1. just found these threads, I hope I can catch the next thread during the event while you’re still home alone, it’s amazing narration!
  2. My 6th writing; for this one I wanna try writing from the viewpoint of my character Mali instead of third person, spice things up a bit! This time I'm putting Mali into her own shoes and having her describe a new wet experience of her own. Hope you enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 20 y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; always manages to find some way to wet herself even when unintentional. Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; sometimes wonders how it would feel to be on her end. ------- I just had an amazing day start to finish. I had off today, and I was staying over at Yuta's as usual. We had a mellow evening last night after I got home from work and ended up going to bed relatively early. However, last night I got into a mood and wanted some kinky stuff to happen. Not immediately because we were both tired, but something to get us going the next day. So, I spent my last few minutes awake mapping out the next day in my head - what I would drink, the timing of it all, what I would wear - and then tell Yuta the next day. ; ) And so that day came, we woke up and lied around for a few minutes. I discussed my plan with him, and he happily agreed to it. I was now set to drink, fill up my bladder, and grow desperate through the whole day. When I felt that I would be getting close to leaking, I would take a stroll to my local park and do my best to walk around as inconspicuous as possible, trying not to leak. Just thinking back to it turns me on, it's such an exciting premise! : ) And so off I went. The first thing I did out of bed was shuffling over to the bathroom and doing my last bit of business for a good portion of the day. Plus, this way, I could have more fun for longer, starting fresh instead of half full from the nighttime. Afterwards I dressed in comfortable sweats and a T-shirt, and it was about 9:30 or so in the morning when I grabbed a glass of water and headed outside with Yuta for some morning socials browsing for the both of us. It will never stop amazing me how much time can pass just scrolling without another care in the world, because by the time we moved onto a different activity, the time was already approaching 11:00. We made some breakfast, eggs and bacon, and hopped back into our bedroom to continue binging some Netflix series. It wasn't that good, so much that I won't even bother saying the name of it. Me and him did get a kick out of it though, there were some moments so poorly filmed, written, or acted that we actually found funny. With me during this time I had some cranberry juice that I downed a bit too quick. During our binge I started to feel some pressure under my stomach, making me shift from laying down to slouching semi-upwards. After the juice I poured some more water and continued binging. Around 1:00, I was nearly finished with that glass and really started feeling the heat. I was in all sorts of sitting positions, cross-legged, legs together, crossed in my lap, and flat on the floor. At this point I couldn't sit still for long before switching again, maybe a few minutes or so at a time. "Sitting still" wasn't even an accurate description, since I fidgeted my hips and legs the whole time, too. I even liked to lay on my stomach a bit here and there - the pressure on my bladder against the solid floor felt amazing - that was until after a minute or so when it became a concern whether or not I was actually going to leak a bit! ^~^ Yuta glanced over at me a few times and kept silent, but I did catch him a few times crossing his legs out of my view hiding something, definitely not for the same reason I was crossing mine! It was 1:40 in the afternoon when we stopped that show, and it was also the time I finished that glass of water! If I had to guess, I'd say that I had somewhere near 2 cups or 0.4 L at the time and I was very aware of it. The squirming began, including the physical motions necessary to distract myself. I talked to Yuta about it for the first time since the morning, telling him how I was growing desperate. He said he could tell, and that it reminded him that he too was starting to feel a need to go. He excused himself from the room and headed into the bathroom. And fun fact!: our bathroom is very close to the bedroom and only one wall apart, so I could hear him splashing into the toilet and imagined to myself how good that would feel if it was me in there! He finished up and flushed, and I had to try SO hard then and there not to leak. I had to stand to keep myself in check. Yuta came out and saw me standing, tip-toed with my hands over my front legs. I felt so embarrassed that I turned away from him to sit back down again, all the while I'm pretty sure he got hard again! -v- Seeing as I was already desperate, I made a deadly choice that ended up being my downfall in the end (no pun intended), which was brewing a cup of coffee for me and Yuta. The brewing itself was difficult to get through, hearing more liquid pitter patters was the last thing I needed at that moment! I got the two mugs and waddled back over to our room where we started yet another sub-par flick, this time a movie. With each sip of coffee I took from then on I felt on its way to add to my already near-full bladder. I was so concentrated on that, my position, and distracting myself that I couldn't even pay attention to the movie! The sound just went in one ear and out the other! I don't think we got too far into it though, because at 2:14 precisely, a switch inside me flipped and I knew what had to be done. I shot up standing, Yuta slightly surprised because he was so into the movie, and told him to get ready to go. He got the message quick, and was going to get his keys when I decided to change. I stripped from my comfort clothes and started the painstakingly slow process of getting some new clothes on. I picked out black underwear, a nice blouse and some gray jeans and fit them on, only that the jeans took five times as long to get on. XD Trying to put my legs into the holes was a challenge, compressing my bladder each attempt I took, successful or not. I finally got them on and pulled them up. Buttoning them put extra pressure on my bladder as well. I began to come to my senses that this wouldn't be as much of a walk in the park as I thought it would be. It's nearly 2:20 now, and I was making my way down to the park one step at a time. At a glance you may haven't noticed anything off about me, but if you walked behind me or at a closer distance you would've been able to tell that I was not doing ok. I was walking with my hips swinging side to side. I wasn't walking, I was more putting one leg in front of the other over and over again, getting myself closer and closer to my destination. Everything was becoming hazy to me, how intense I was holding back my urge to let loose at any moment. Yuta was by my side, helping me when I needed it but also doing his best to stand back and watch me with his penetrating stare when he got the chance, that sly ass! 5 minutes later we made it to the public park. People were walking their dogs, elderly couples took strolls and sat down on benches, trees swayed, and I was fighting on the frontlines! I was sweating although it wasn't even warm out, my legs were shut together tight, my fists clenched, and I can't even begin to imagine the look I had on my face - a mix of desperation and a strained natural public expression. I felt only tightness and tingling at my crotch, my pussy already drenched from the excitement I forced myself through. Although it was a struggle, putting on this show in public was a turn on I didn't think I would enjoy as much as I did! And then it started... *fsh* I made a "peep" sort of gasp. Yuta quickly raised his head to glance. It was brief, but a small burst filled my underwear. My hands shot down and I leaned forward. I felt around for the damage, and felt a small wet spot on the front half of my underside. My jeans weren't too thick, which added to the risk-factor of someone noticing my leaks, making it more exciting. Yuta was also doing his best to hide his excitement at his crotch from any eyes that may be watching. My time was going to be running out soon, and I had to do my very best to cover it up. I perked my head up and scanned all around for a bathroom. I couldn't see one, but I could see a sign telling me that there was a bathroom ahead of it, less than 0.1 km away. That was my glimmer of hope in not publicly humiliating myself to the maximum. I felt a small wave of relief upon seeing that sign. A small wave? I thought to myself. Relief?! *pssshhh psshh psh psh* I shoved my hands into my pussy from outside my jeans trying to stop the leaks. My legs spread apart, my knees turned inward and bent down. My whole underside was drenched, even dripping a small bit, and Yuta got a front row seat to the show trying to shield the view of my small accident. This was the point where I really regretted the cup of coffee and how it flowed right through me. I had to hurry. Hunched over I shuffle from side to side at a hasty pace, determination mixed with lustful sensation in my eyes. One hand acted as a guard for my groin and the other along with my shoulder helped my stride in moving forward. Few people noticed but those who did understood pretty quick what I was going through. They silently related to their own predicaments they've experienced, all the while unaware of my true intentions. Yuta following closely behind helped mask these intentions further by making it seem truly like an accident (which it technically still was ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ). We finally made it to the sign, and the bathroom was in sight. All we had to do was make it there and we'd both be in the clear. I could see that it was unisex too. Perfect! I thought. We trudge through the remaining distance undeterred. I felt a *pss* and a *dribble* escape from me, and turn into a constant leakage, but I didn't care. I didn't care that my hand was getting messy, I didn't care that dark streaks started to form on my jeans, and I didn't care that my golden rain was trickling and splashing onto the park's paved road. I was enjoying the hell out of this, as much as I was suffering. My crotch was totally wet with a small constant flow making its way out. But finally, to our amazement, we made it to the unisex. I swing open the door and stumble in, not hesitating to leave a trail behind me. There's enough walking space to fit several people in the room. Yuta quickly jumps in behind me and shuts the door. I scramble to undo my pants. I try to undo my button. It doesn't budge. My bladder had swollen so much that my waist grew a margin bigger, making my jeans, and my button, tighter. "Oh fuck, NO!!~" I shout out. "What's wrong??" Yuta asks worriedly. "THE BUTTON'S STUCK!!" *frmm* *trickle* *splash splash* I stumble around trying my hardest to undo the stupidest button I've encountered in my life. Yuta told me it was about 5 seconds but to me it felt like several minutes; I finally managed to slip them off my waist. My piss has been high pressure bursting through a faulty but tight hole, but now is in full throttle as I still remain standing. Yuta has backed up as far as he could into the corner of the bathroom, but still can't avoid getting splashed. I throw my soaked jeans down to the ground around my ankles, crouched over in my last attempts to restrain my stream. I turn facing away from the toilet and realize that my panties were still on! *dribble splash splash* Urgently I fiddle to get them loose and swing them down with the jeans. My stream in this instance was directed all into my panties and jeans and frantically scramble to sit down. I land with a plop and... *fshhhhhhhhhhhhhh* - the noise that filled that bathroom to the brim. I looked around. There was a huge white-gold lake in the center of the bathroom, a smaller but sizable pond of it in front of the toilet, a splotched toilet seat, and nearly every square inch of the floor sprayed from the splash as I was fiddling with my jeans and trying to sit down. Yuta stood in the corner, his pants stained also from the splash. He was breathing heavy, as if feeling the same way I was feeling; he was also turned on. My entire lower half as well as both of my hands were dripping wet. The same could be said about my clothes below the waist. I continued reliving myself for another minute, the pressure dropping in intensity until all was reduced to a dribble. Me and Yuta laughed in ecstasy at the climax that unfolded. Before cleaning up, we both satisfied each other's lustful needs. We calmed down and cleaned up the mess with the paper towels that the bathroom conveniently had. It was a long process but eventually everything was dry. We're getting ready to leave when I realize that I'll have to put back on my already wetted jeans. I don't mind doing this, but I didn't need others knowing that I soiled myself completely at 20. XP I put my jeans into the sink and completely drench them, making it all look all one uniform shade of grey. All better. Me and Yuta take our leave and head home. It's the same day and I'm writing this from bed, still on some adrenaline reminiscing today's events. Thanks everyone for reading, I hope you enjoyed reading about my clutz-ass! ; ) _______ Thanks for reading! It was lots of fun writing this in first person. I hope I kept the tone and word choice consistent enough, and sorry if I didn't :[ . I wanna give credit again to a favorite artist of mine Rune (https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/25170019) for some inspiration art for Mali's outcome in this ordeal! - (https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/98560804 and https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/98624593) I hope you enjoyed, and please let me know of any ideas you have regarding what I write about next! : )
  3. So cute! I love the art style and palette you chose for this one!
  4. There was this video posted somewhere on Omo.org likely in this category that was about an hour or so long. It was home recorded featured a nude woman in her bathroom sitting on the floor with a blue towel underneath her. The whole vid was a hold so she was desperate for most of the way through, leaking and wetting herself within the last 10 minutes or so. Does anyone know of the video and if possible could you drop the 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓴? Any help is appreciated!
  5. Nice story! I wish only the best for you two, you guys seem like a very happy couple!
  6. Love the detail in your storytelling! It paints a good mental visual.
  7. My 5th writing, like my 4th (linked here), happens in no particular order in the context of my other stories, besides the first two. Here, Mali finds herself stranded in a city environment without access to a restroom anywhere with no way home for quite some time. How will she resolve?...Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 19 y/o, developing a love to be the subject of an omo scenario, but has only had such experiences in private thus far. Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, Mali's bf, wishes to see Mali be the subject of more omo scenarios. ------- Prologue (Recap): Mali's awakening began with her boyfriend, Yuta, playing a game of restraint with it resulting in Mali soiling herself right in front of her own toilet, to her surprise, she liked. Another time, Mali took a whole lonesome day to herself to see how long her bladder would last, and after nearly 7 challenging yet arousing hours, left a spotty, messy trail all the way from her carpeted room to the expanse of her bathroom floor in front of the toilet. Most recently, she was toyed with by Yuta on their drive home from a party, wetting herself and her car seat all the while. This time around Mali finds herself at the consequence of forgetfulness, business, and incompetence at her own expense out in public. With her bladder getting more and more full, she has to figure out how she'll improvise her way out of this situation, or she'll be subject to omo and humiliation. ------- It's a fair late summer day; sunny, about room temperature outdoors, and Mali is at work. She serves as a cashier to a busy summer food stand located on a peer neighboring the town she lives in. She wears an employee T-shirt and dirt-brown colored office pants that wrap around her legs tightly. On this particular day she had the closing shift with a partner of hers. Where she lived, the temperature rapidly dropped when the sun set, so the majority of people around this peer didn't even come around often around closing time, approximately 7:30 pm. The stand lost very little business that way and its employees never worked late hours, it was a win for everyone. Mali ran her shift, drinking occasionally but not stopping for bathroom breaks. Neither her need to use one nor her desire for omo action trumped the other, so she decided to stay neutral for the occasion. Unfortunately for her, the stars were already aligned for mishap. 2 days prior, her car refused to start up, and neither she nor Yuta knew why. They would have a mechanic come look at it, but that appointment wasn't until tomorrow. Her only choice was to go by bus to and from work, about a 20 minute drive start to end both ways. The stand was serving some final few customers right around 7:30 before Mali and her coworker would clean up and lock up shop. They did, and these two went their separate ways once they got off the peer. Mali secretly felt a little unrest in her bladder approaching the end of her shift, now more than a little approaching the bench at her bus stop. The sun was setting at this time, and the sky lit up a hazy orange, the sun reflecting off the water the peer inhabited. As she sat down, she felt a tingle near her stomach, her filling bladder becoming increasingly un-ignorable. It was at this point Mali felt conflicted. In her recent past she experienced the firsthand mistake of arriving home with a full bladder and no available toilet, something she enjoyed, but didn't exactly want. She preferred more controlled wettings, or simply the desperation aspect of bladder holding. She wasn't too keen of real accidents. Thinking of her current position, and of this preference, she told herself that it wasn't worth it today, that it'd be too risky to try and make it home at this rate. Her legs already were steadily bouncing trying to distract herself. She decided on trying to find a restroom. She ruled out trying to use the bathroom found behind the kitchen of the food stand out on the peer - it could only be accessed from the inside by employees, and her coworker had the key, not her. Her only other choice was to find a place around the bus stop to ask for one. At this time, the street sidewalks were still fairly occupied with people - neither crowded nor isolated. She got up, walking cautiously with her legs close together to prevent herself from wanting to let go, also keeping her bladder secret to herself. Each storefront or bar she came across though had disclaimer signs placed on their windows reading "NO PUBLIC RESTROOM" or "NO DRINK, NO BATHROOM", likely due to tourism and business owners doing their best to make as much cash as they can. Mali wanted to avoid spending on anything if possible, so she continued onward. She walked impatiently for nearly two blocks when she finally found one without one of these signs. She walked in, and kindly asked to use a bathroom. However, the lady at the counter said that she had to buy something first. Mali was perplexed, but soon realized that this store just didn't have such a sign explaining the lack of a public bathroom. She thought it was rather incompetent of the shopkeepers to not tell people this, but cut her losses and decided to purchase something. She picks out a small keychain near the counter and heads to checkout. As the lady at the register reads out her total, Mali reaches into her handbag and pulls out her wallet. Searching through it, however, she struggled to find her credit card. She double checked, triple checked but found no trace of it. She didn't carry cash with her either, meaning she had no way to purchase this cheap keychain. She apologized and hurryingly walked herself out of the store. She felt at this time that it was just better to take a calculated risk and get home in time to relieve herself. The pressure on her crotch became great, and it wouldn't be long before she would struggle to keep her urethra shut. She turned the corner back in the direction of her bus stop. She looked onward, horrified at the sight of her bus pulling in front of the stop, two whole blocks away. "Shit! Nonono wait!" she murmured. She tried to run but the jostling of her bladder didn't allow her to. She leaned forward to counteract her dicomfort, and managed a jog back in that direction. As she approached the first block she watched as the bus doors closed, letting on their last passengers. The bus picked up speed, and headed in the direction of Mali, on her side of the road. She waved her hands and even lightly jumped to get the driver's attention (which throttled her already weak bladder even further), but her efforts were futile as the driver plowed forward, leaving Mali in the dust, and in a bit of a panic. Holy shit Ineedtopeesobad. Crapcrapcrap what do I do... she thought. She walked the rest of the block back to the bus stop bench, just so she could have a place to rest. Her knees rubbed together as she walked, giving her stride a slight stagger from side to side. Most people walked by not noticing, but one or two questioned themselves why this girl walked so strangely. Mali goes to sit down, slowly lowering herself to prevent any sudden pressure increase. Instead she endured a gradual pressure increase, similar to the first time she sat down, but now with much greater severity. She leaned back on the bench to allow her bladder all the space it needed. Once she had herself steady, she focused on figuring out how to get home. "Yuta!" she muttered out loud. He was still at work, but would get out soon anyways. He was about another 20 minute drive away from where Mali worked, which served as her best option at this point as opposed to taking a near hour long walk home with a full bladder. Pulling out her phone, she dialed up his number. Y: Hello? M: Sighing Hi babe...I was wondering if you could come pick me up... Y: Why? What about the bus? M: Frantically I need to piss real badly so I went around looking for a bathroom but none were public and I couldn't buy anything and I missed the bus and... arghhh! Just get here quick! Y: Alright, relax, I'll be out of here in five. M: You better be! Hurry! She hangs up. At this time it's nearing towards 8:00, and the sun has fully set. The night sky progressively becomes more blue-shifted, and dark. Street lights begin turning on, making the area around the bus stop feel all more city-like. Mali squirms in the bench comprehending what she's gotten herself into. Oh my god there's no way I can make it she thought. There's actually no way I can do it. She twists her waist from side to side, unable to sit still. Her hands switch back and forth from gripping the bench and gripping her legs, in a useless attempt to calm herself. There weren't as many people wandering the sidewalks now, maybe one would pass her every 20 seconds, but each one of these passer-bys couldn't help but notice Mali's inability to be still. Some could even figure out that she was desperate. All of a sudden - *fffshhhh* Mali lets out several rapid, quiet gasps. She presses her hands into her crotch and feels as it grows in warmth and dampness. After a few moments a dark spot forms near the bottom of her crotch and just under her ass. Slowly, Mali moves her hands away and controls her breathing. She had to find someplace to go, someplace private, someplace that's not a bathroom or indoors. Mali makes an effort to stand up, and does. She feels warmth in her urethra but thankfully regains control and doesn't allow any more to spill out. Her new dark spot is visible both in her front and back, but is concealed due to the lighting from street lamps above. She hikes herself up and moves along the sidewalk, looking with longing eyes someplace to let loose. She placed her hand bag in front of her crotch to avoid being spotted, and prayed that no one could see her behind that well. At this point in her desperation, she practically waddled forward step by step. As her damp spot cooled, her tolerance decreased further. After what seemed like tens of minutes, Mali stumbles towards an alleyway between two buildings on the same block. The alley is nearly 6 feet wide, has few windows that lead into it, and contains no lights, only being illuminated by the street lights on both ends. There's large industrial air conditioners and trash cans strewn about the corridor, but no one to be found. *drip...drip* Ah!~ Guess this is it! Mali places herself in a corner between a wall and one of the air conditioners, and rests her back against the brick wall. She hastily sets her handbag off to the side, and undoes the belt buckle and buttons to her pants. She loosens up her pants from her hips, tugging them down push by push at a time, until her butt and crotch are in open air. She slides down the wall with her back, and gets into position. Her bladder becomes frail, and in an instant come out quick spurts of pee. Also in an instant, Mali hears footsteps coming from the opposite end of the alley. *psh. psshhhhh-* You gotta be fucking kidding me. A few small sprinkles coat the asphalt in front of her as the steps approach. She raises herself back up so she's standing on two feet, but bent over desperately pulling her pants back up. She's able to manage shoving her pants back up in front of her but isn't able to wrap them completely around her ass in the heat of the moment. The footsteps arrive in the form of a some big, heavy duty man going from place to place rather quickly. He only notices Mali once he crosses in front of the air conditioner unit, seeing her front side, unbuckled pants and hunched over. He doesn't know what to think of it, but pays no mind to it in the moment. All the while - *dribble dribble dribble frrrrrrmmmshhhh* Mali in all her efforts can't resist the urge any longer and pees quietly into her half-on pants, looking only at the ground as the man passes, solid streaks forming all throughout her pantlegs. The man is only a few feet past her when warm drops start trickling out the bottom of her pantlegs, forming a puddle. The puddle begins coloring the bottom of her pants a dark brown, Mali's walking shoes too soaking up drops from her leakage. Finally, the man begins to exit the alley, to which Mali shoves down her pants, nearly falls lowering herself down to the ground, spreading her legs and letting it all flow out. *FSHHHHHHHHH* Mali's stream roars behind the mans ears and all around the alley, piss rocketing from her crotch and onto the opposite wall. A second puddle forms underneath, making a violent splashing noise both off the wall and while pitter-pattering onto the ground. Mali's pants drip from excess liquid gold that flooded them not two seconds earlier. She stares off at the incredible mess she's making, being too powerless now to do anything about controlling it. She breathes heavily both out of tension and shock of what just happened as she finishes her release and watches as her stream diminishes to mere drops. Her puddle now stretched across the whole width of the alley, from the wall she splashed, through the bottom of her shoes, to right underneath her closely positioned, wet ass. Shamefully, she stands herself up, making small splashes as she steps in her lake. Having no other choice, she pulls her pants back up, tightly wrapping them around her ankles, legs, and butt, soaked and streaked with pee that came out as the man was passing by. From here she would have to wait until Yuta arrives, knowing full-well she couldn't bear to step out in public as the shameful display she had become. Upon Yuta arriving nearly 15 minutes after her accident, Mali sprinted over from the opening of the alley, opening the car door and throwing herself inside, leaving several pee drops to mark the sidewalk. Jokes and omo talk would encompass the conversation between the two on their ride home that night. ________ Thanks for reading, or at least scrolling down! Hope you enjoyed the read. Feedback is always appreciated, so if you'd like please lmk what you thought about it! Also, I'm always open to suggestions, different ideas, and situations to put Mali or Yuta through, so if you have any good ideas that you want fleshed out, lmk as well. : )
  8. Hi! I've been making some short stories surrounding some characters I thought up on my profile! I'll write on average once a month or so, and always try to spice up my stories as well as their story telling each time I write. All of my work is easily accessible on my profile, and each story is anywhere from a 5 to ~12 minute read. I'm always looking for inspiration for situations to put into these stories, so if any of this interests you, stop by and give one of them a read! And if you have a kinky idea swimming around in your bladder, let me know about it - inspiration is always considered! Thanks, and I hope to see some of you swing by! Side note: suggestions aren't limited to female-only wettings - I'm not bi but I definitely won't hesitate to write about bi subjects!
  9. My 4th writing, happening in no particular chronological order from my other stories besides after my first (linked here), but for simplicity we'll assume it's the current latest event. In this scenario, Yuta and Mali are driving home from a party, with Mali desperate to go, and Yuta finding all the opportunities he has to make Mali burst. Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 19 y/o, developing a love to be the subject of an omo scenario, wants to be tidy with her omo fantasies but doesn't always get them to happen the way she wants them to. Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, Mali's bf, developing a love to see Mali be the subject of an omo scenario, loves playing with her to see her become desperate. ------- Prologue (Recap): Mali's awakening began with her boyfriend, Yuta, playing a game of restraint with it resulting in Mali soiling herself right in front of her own toilet, to her surprise, she liked. The next incident occurred when Mali had to hydrate on a hot summer day at work. This worked to her disadvantage, and she came home stumbling only to find Yuta taking a long, carefree shower. With the last of her resources, Mali resolved to using a vase, but out of clumsiness drops it, breaking it, and relieving herself all over her kitchen floor. Lastly, Mali took a whole lonesome day to herself to see how long her bladder would last, and after nearly 7 challenging yet arousing hours, left a spotty, messy trail all the way from her carpeted room to the expanse of her bathroom floor in front of the toilet. It's now that she's back with Yuta after a party, both of them wanting to take advantage of the situation to the fullest for their wet desires. ------- Mali and Yuta have had a long week. Both had covered extra hours for coworkers, had busy days, more customers, and so on; they needed some relief. And when a friend hosts a get together party full of refreshments, people to let loose with, and good times, how would these two begin to decline? It was a Saturday night, and the two headed out to the designated address and let all their anxieties go. They talked and drank and partied for what seemed like hours. Was it hours? It became a blur to them, it was all so relaxing. Yuta had steered clear of any alcohol there, not just because he was designated driver going home, but merely because that he thought it was too bitter. Mali on the other hand gravitated some of the lighter alcoholic drinks offered there, trying to balance her alcoholic with nonalcoholic drinks appropriately but ultimately winding up a little tipsy. The party begins to wind down, and people begin to take their leave, Mali and Yuta included. Yuta notices Mali on the way out headed in the direction of the bathroom, but Yuta's night wasn't over just yet. He wanted to see something far more spectacular than anything he saw at the party. He grabs her arm and nudges her in the opposite direction, confusing her at first. But soon she becomes apparent of his intentions, and is turned on by his sudden and decisive assertiveness. They say their goodbyes and head to their car. Yuta had already used the bathroom beforehand, giving himself full attention to make the best situation out of what was given. Mali, growing desperate and tipsy, was swooned into the passenger seat for the 30 minute ride home. Y: Feeling good? M: For now, yes. Jokingly I can't believe you'd make your poor girlfriend do such a thing! Y: Just thought I'd make things more interesting. The night is still young of course. Mali starts with a moderately full bladder, making her less than comfortable in her seat as they depart. The constant rumble and motion of the car make her tense. Each turn they take, big or small, adds a momentary pressure build on her, before returning to a level of stability. Not long after they leave though, Yuta turns on a seat warmer on the passengers side. M: What gives? Y: Don't know yet? Give it a minute, you'll see soon enough. And so she did. As the seat became warmer, Mali soon began to feel her tense muscles relax, becoming a soothing feeling under her legs. She then placed her hands atop her thighs, rubbing them anxiously, trying to calm herself down. She often found herself shifting her hips back, making herself more vertical, allowing her bladder to protrude forward no further. Her lower legs moved freely, fidgeting in her leg space, but not daring to separate her knees. M: I'm... starting to get worse over here... because of you. Y: Good, great actually. We're getting there, we're about 20 minutes out right now. M: Jokingly Damnit you better step on it! Yuta, quick wittedly, spots an opportunity. Y: Maybe I'll do just that... M: I don't like the sound of tha-! Suddenly, the car dips into a shallow, but impactful pothole, dipping it in and out, causing Mali to bounce. She gasps. M: nnNNNGgh~! Her hands suspended out of surprise, she does everything in her power to counteract the force, but is incapable of preventing a 1 second burst of fluid warmth into her jeans and panties. She carefully moves her hands between her legs to control herself. M: hysterically, through laughter with a shocked expression Oh I fucking hate you! Y: snickering Hey, you told me to speed up! M: Yeah but watch the road dumbass! Jeez! I fucking leaked a little because of that! Y: You did? That's great then. M: It's not great you idiot! I'm not gonna be able to control it much longer at this rate! Mali now sat firmly, but shook due to the desperation. What a dirty way to tease relief! she thought. He better hurry it up! It'd be embarrassing if I had to ask him to pull over. Her hands locked into her crotch, as if she was trying to prevent the moisture from spreading further. Her hips were planted solid in the seat like stone, her legs bounced in all directions quickly as if to distract herself. Yuta notices. Once again, a devious idea comes to him. At an intersection, he takes a turn left, away from the route they were on directly heading home. Despite it being night, despite her being slightly drunken, she notices, appalled. M: Worried What are you doing? Y: Taking the scenic route home. M: You're joking. Y: I'm not. M: You're joking! Y: I'm very not. M: Screw you! Mali knew the scenic route essentially doubled the time it took to get home from that point, 10 minutes away from home. The trip was now set to be around 20 minutes there. Mali refused to believe it then but subconsciously knew - she wouldn't make it until then. She was feeling her own bladder at this point, her liquids sloshing around inside, the outside pressing just above her crotch, beneath her belly button. Her every muscle tensed up then. She was going to pee. M: Yuta!... I can't do this any longer! Y: Sarcastically Yes you can~. M: No I'm serious... It's going to come out... I have to ask him. she thought. There's no way out of this is there... Her whole body shook, sent shivers down her back, and tickled her ever weakening bladder. M: Ah~! Another leak. Her already dampened crotch grows wet and warm, a solid streak forming in front of her zipper and button. Her fingers dug into it, sounding like a soaked sponge. Mali bent over slightly, to stop it but to not press her bladder more. The fluid seeped under her butt to the back of her jeans as well. M: c-c-Can you please... pull... over? Y: I thought about it. M: Surprised W-What does that mean? Y: I don't think I will. M: Yuta!! Mali's mind races. She hadn't even thought of this outcome. What if they didn't stop? Her hopes of staying somewhat clean were robbed of her in an instant. Also robbed of her was her train of thought, her bladder now being too full to think straight. Her legs tighten, her eyes water up, her whole movement, still. Suddenly she feels a faint touch on her shoulder. It startles her. M: Hah! Glancing over, Yuta's hand moves gently, caressing her shoulder, and moving towards her arm. Down it slowly moves, reaching her elbow, then her wrist, then her hand, and her wet seat. With simple movements, he feels around her groin, causing Mali to slowly, but steadily leak. dripping from the front tip of her jeans, she stays firm, unable to do anything else. M: pleadingly Y-Yuta... babe... p-please!... He stops. She stops going. He pulls his hand out, but doesn't bring it back to the wheel. Instead, he moves it up, and moves it closer to Mali's expanded bladder. She realizes. Mali: whispered, panicked BABE STOP! NO! DON'T DO IT! He does it. He proceeds to push on her skin, into her stomach, and onto her basin of pee. Her fingers dig into her crotch, her stomach tightens. She leaks moderately, and doesn't stop this time around. M: Babe stop the car NOW I'm pissing myself! Her leaks grow in intensity, becoming a weak stream. The complete underside of her ass fills with pee, warmth spreading to every crevasse. A low, muffled hum can be heard between her legs. M: BABE!!! Y: Only if you say plea- M: PLEASE!!!! Yuta gets the message and quickly slows. The momentum sends Mali's control loose, fully opening her flood gates. The hum becomes louder, and she hastily unbuttons and unzips her jeans. The hum turns into a small hiss as steamy pee streams from her crotch forcefully. A puddle has formed between her legs and on the seat, coating the underside of her jeans. As the car stops, liquid is jostled off the seat and in front of it onto the ground, splashing Mali's jeans as it falls. She throws open the door and herself out, wetting the inside of her pants as she stood. At this moment, Yuta had got the sight he wanted so badly to see, and took it all in, burning it into his eyes. Mali threw down her jeans and panties, and without squatting, let it all come out. With a loud hiss her pee watered the tall grass in front of her, creating a thud as it hit the soil. Like each other time, Mali was frozen, embracing the moment as the only thing she could do. Her stream flew out in front, to the left, right, and trickled down her legs in a shameless, uncontrolled fashion. Golden drops streamed down her behind, growing chillier as she stanced herself outside in the slight breeze. After a whole minute, her flood was reduced to a trickle for another half minute following that. As she stopped, she turned back towards the car, staring dead into Yuta. She took off her shoes, shook them out, and set them down. She then stripped her lower half, being soaked already, and not being concerned for any car to come by to see her, being on a relatively quiet, country road a ways into the night. Picking up her soggy jeans, she throws them at Yuta, smacking him with still warm denim. Mali hops back into the car, not bothering to clean the seat. She sits and splashes her pee on the leather seat, and shuts the door. Yuta hangs onto the jeans in the drivers seat, and set off until home, saying nothing the whole drive. It's safe to say that neither of them got much sleep that night, especially with Mali trying to wear down Yuta as punishment for hours. _______ Thanks for reading, or at least scrolling down! Hope you enjoyed the read. Feedback is always appreciated, so if you'd like please lmk what you thought about it! Also, I'm always open to suggestion on different ideas and situations to put Mali through, so if you have any good ideas you want fleshed out, lmk as well.
  10. Aaaand the revised version is done! Here's a link to it if you wanna give it a brief reread. And again thanks for the advice, I'm always looking forward to improving in more ways than I can think of, so I really appreciate it.
  11. A revision of my last writing (linked here, see for story context). Added to the descriptiveness of Mali's physical position. Enjoy : ) _______ Mali [F] - 19 y/o, kinky, curious, and always finds herself in a pickle when she least expects it. Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, is off doing his own thing this time around. ------- Prologue (recap): Mali's awakening began with her boyfriend, Yuta, playing a game of restraint with it resulting in Mali soiling herself right in front of her own toilet, to her surprise, she liked. The next incident occurred when Mali had to hydrate on a hot summer day at work. This worked to her disadvantage, and she came home stumbling only to find Yuta taking a long, carefree shower. With the last of her resources, Mali resolved to using a vase, but out of clumsiness drops it, breaking it, and relieving herself all over her kitchen floor. We now find Mali a few weeks after the last incident collecting her thoughts on where to take her wet kinks next. ------- Ever since her after-work fiasco a few weeks back, Mali has been more cautious about how she manages her work days. More bathroom breaks than none, checking traffic levels online beforehand, making sure no imbecile Yuta hogs the bathroom when she arrives home; the usual. More than this though, she couldn't help but also remember the feelings she went through, surprise, suspense, shock, anger, and so on. But above all, she felt a desire. A desire to feel that excitement again, a desire to fulfil an unusual libido, and a desire to embrace the enormous relief of her bladder once more. Lucky for her, she found herself a very carefree day ahead of her, a day without any company to intrude, no work, no disruptions. 9:21 AM: I want to do something, but what? she pondered. And then it hit her, she won't do anything, intentionally. I have the whole day to relax right? So that's what I'll do. I'll relax, lower my defenses, and see just how long I can go! She makes her preparation: comfy clothes, snacks, bottles of waters and teas, means of entertainment, anything she could possibly need to spend a day alone, the pace of which is set by her own curious desires. 10:03 AM: Mali starts off browsing her socials and feeling out the day ahead of her. She scrolls through seas of the day's viral posts, online comedians, discussions and threads, anything and everything. Alongside her socials, it was very easy for her to get lost in conversation with her friends in group chats. "What'd you think of the album ### just dropped?", "How's Yuta?", "Do you guys wanna play a few matches of ##### later?"; all were questions they and she would throw around, going off on tangents from all of them for what seemed like hours. In fact, she did go on for quite some time, and before she knew it, she was nearly 2 hours in, and already nearing the end of her first bottle of water. 11:54 AM: Mali stretches out, and gets in a few minutes of daily exercises to get herself energized. While doing these, she felt a faint, but existent amount of liquid accumulating in her tank, not nearly enough to be a worry, but just enough where if she wanted to go, she definitely could. Working up a light sweat, and not making her hair today, she decides to freshen up with a shower. She cleans, washes her hair and dries up, doing her best to not mind the toilet taking up space in her bathroom. She tosses her towel onto a towel hook behind her door, and shuts it behind her, going to get changed. However, Mali did fail to notice that she slipped the towel on there a bit too carelessly, leaving the towel barely hanging onto the door. She thinks to herself, Wait, no one's going to come by today, nobody's going to care what I wear. Nor is anybody going to care how MUCH I wear. Genius! It was still warm out this time of year, and she had no reason to dress up for warmth. She takes one large-for-her-size T-shirt from her dresser, fits it on over herself and calls it an outfit. No need for a bra, pants, or panties. Only comfort. And of course a shrinking bladder capacity. 1 water bottle has been downed along with half of a bottle of iced tea. 1:08 PM: Mali fetches a playlist of hers on her phone, grabs some manga and lies on her bed, reading away at some of her untouched volumes. She finds herself fond of romcoms, lighthearted and heavyhearted alike, along with the occasional shonen. But it's really the romcoms that take most of her attention, itching her to read chapter after chapter. Drinking and snacking throughout all this, she starts feeling a pressure lying with her on the bed below her stomach, reminding her what she's been working towards this whole time. Adding to her own kinky curiosities, she decides to search up some online doujins (eroticas) that fit her newfound urinating interests. She stumbles upon diverse Omo titles, all from many different artists, putting twists on their own desires. The sights excited her; wetting girls, soaked jeans, leaky trails, gushing crotch holding. Mali was turned on by what she saw along with what she remembered. She resisted the urge to masturbate though, as she knew that she'd want to have a wetter climax than usual if she did, not to mention that what she viewed had already made her want to pee even more. She had finished her bottle of tea at this point. 2:31 PM: Tension between her and her urethral muscles was rising, but not yet dangerous enough to create a big concern. Mali began to move from side to side now, and found herself unable to sit completely still anymore. At this time she had hopped into an online call with some friends into a shooter game. Despite her tastes in literature, she never backed down to a fast paced run-and-gun session. During this time, she sat on her knees while playing, her lower legs flat underneath and slightly beside her thighs in a narrow "V" shape (most similar to this). Between matches, she continued to sip at some water, though it was beginning to trouble her to down it knowing how much it would impact her. She now started squirming seated in front of her TV, making her issue less ignorable. "...shit's getting serious now..." she mumbled. "What was that Mal?" a friend asked, unaware of her situation. "Ah~ nothing." she replied. After some more time playing, Mali disconnected from her call, knowing her focus now had to be put into holding it instead of talking with her friends. 3:34 PM: Mali switched to solo games. Her determination to keep playing matched her determination to withstand her urges to let go right here on her room's carpet. She could no longer drink; she could allow no more fluids into her body. Her lower half was tightly squeezed together, and began trembling, creating a sweat coating her legs and groin. Her lower legs and feet were completely underneath her, clenched along with her bladder. Because she wasn't wearing anything, her legs grew cold because of the sweat, adding to her shivering. 3:41 PM: Mali encounters a waterfall in her game. Her eyes widen. "...fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK-" muffled *FRSH* "FCK!" She squeezes her thighs together tightly. Panting, she becomes aware of the damage, a burst of golden liquid slipped out of her with high force, leaving the spot of carpet she sat on soaked and still soaking with her pee. The burst sprinkled the area right above her ankles on the back of her legs, and consequentially, her lower legs and ass grew warmer from the splash. Mali did not succumb to the end of her journey yet though, for she was dead set on finishing the level of her game. 3:44 PM: Her heart beat quick. Small drips began to leak from her pussy, but nothing large came out. She now breathed a slight moan, sweat from top to bottom, her desperation peaking further and further. 3:46 PM: Mali approached the goal, tear beads in her eyes, with crazed smirk growing on her face. The level complete box flashed on screen, and Mali shakily stood up with her hands tucked firmly between her legs. The timer began, and she had to move fast. Steadier leaks rained through her fingertips and down her legs. Drops trickled onto the floor as she darted for the hallway to her bathroom. The pitter-patter of the droplets soon turned to tips and taps as she transitioned from her carpeted room to her wood-tiled hallway. Darting for the door, her energy was all in her body movements, and began loosening up her control on her urethral muscles. She became a low pressure golden sprinkler, small splashes escaping her crotch and falling all around below her torso, leaving a spotty trail. Mali arrives at the bathroom door. She grabs the knob. Pushes it, only to be met with a force preventing her entrance. The towel she had hung up earlier had fallen behind the door, jamming it between the floor and the bottom of the door. "N-no please...you're joking!" She swiftly grabs the front of her shirt and shoves it into her stream. She loses all control. Warm, high pressure pee soaks her shirt and hands, and tumbles down blow making a hisses and splashes that comparable to a shower head. Mali's body completely tense, she shoves the door with her shoulder, her entire body weight slamming into the door over and over again as through her fingers gush warm fluid and splash out of her shirt below her. Her mind had gone blank with so many emotions that circulated through her head. Her golden liquid coats her ankles now, forming a puddle where her increasingly spotty trail was left. With a final heave, the bathroom door flew open, Mali along with it. Inside, she loses her balance and slips down to one knee, catching herself with one of her pee-soaked hands on the ridge of her bathtub. The sound is now that of a bathtub faucet, gushing out without holding back. Her pee still hosing out, she hoists herself up with what strength she had left, throws open the seat to her toilet, and slides onto it in one maneuver. A sigh of relief mixed with awe and pleasure is let out by Mali so emphatically that even Mali herself has never heard herself sigh before like that. Losing all sense of what was going on, she allowed herself to keep her soaked hand and shirt inside the bowl as she went; it was automatic at this point anyways. Her other hand hanged limp at her side, dripping the liquid gold that she carried with her on that hand moments before. She stared blankly as she completely emptied her bladder after nearly six and a half hours of holding it and drinking fluids. As she subsided, she regained her thoughts and looked around. She first looked down. Her hands and shirt continued dripping after her flood's release, trickling into the partially filled golden bowl as well as off to its side. Her legs stained the seat and sides of the toilet and too continued to drip. The tiles in front of the toilet had a notable splash near the corner between the wall and the bathtub/shower. The side of the bathtub had a golden print that vaguely resembled the shape of a firm grasp. Preceding these marks was a sharp dash of pee followed by her sizable puddle followed by another trail. She let out a groan, accompanied by a small laugh while gripping her head at what she did, not caring what she soaked with her golden rain any longer. She felt comfortable though, her urge was relieved, and everything under her legs was still heated by the contents of the toilet. I'm happy though, she thought to herself. I'll have to experiment in the future with more things of that sort. Yuta would like it. I know I did! I even came a little bit. Either way, I should situate things here....my soaked shirt is starting to get cold... _______ Hope this made a bit more sense in the moment than the last edition. Let me know if there's anything else I can do to improve on it in the future, and of course as well drop any and all ideas circulating wetting that you would like to see me put Mali through one day in another short story. Thanks for reading! : )
  12. Thanks for the feedback! I totally agree that adding positions could add a whole lot to this. Maybe next time I write I could revise this story up keeping that in mind. Also I LOVE your idea! I’ll also keep it as a potential story going forward!
  13. My 3rd writing, and a sequel to my 2nd writing linked here. This time around, Mali has had her fill of Omo experiences and decides to test how far she can truly push her bladder... By the way, I want to credit who and where I got inspiration for this piece from, a Pixiv artist I recommend greatly - more on that in the afternotes! v v v Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 19 y/o, kinky, curious, and always finds herself in a pickle when she least expects it. Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, is off doing his own thing this time around. ------- Prologue (recap): Mali's awakening began with her boyfriend, Yuta, playing a game of restraint with it resulting in Mali soiling herself right in front of her own toilet, to her surprise, she liked. The next incident occurred when Mali had to hydrate on a hot summer day at work. This worked to her disadvantage, and she came home stumbling only to find Yuta taking a long, carefree shower. With the last of her resources, Mali resolved to using a vase, but out of clumsiness drops it, breaking it, and relieving herself all over her kitchen floor. We now find Mali a few weeks after the last incident collecting her thoughts on where to take her wet kinks next. ------- Ever since her after-work fiasco a few weeks back, Mali has been more cautious about how she manages her work days. More bathroom breaks than none, checking traffic levels online beforehand, making sure no imbecile Yuta hogs the bathroom when she arrives home; the usual. More than this though, she couldn't help but also remember the feelings she went through, surprise, suspense, shock, anger, and so on. But above all, she felt a desire. A desire to feel that excitement again, a desire to fulfil an unusual libido, and a desire to embrace the enormous relief of her bladder once more. Lucky for her, she found herself a very carefree day ahead of her, a day without any company to intrude, no work, no disruptions. 9:21 AM: I want to do something, but what? she pondered. And then it hit her, she won't do anything, intentionally. I have the whole day to relax right? So that's what I'll do. I'll relax, lower my defenses, and see just how long I can go! She makes her preparation: comfy clothes, snacks, bottles of waters and teas, means of entertainment, anything she could possibly need to spend a day alone, the pace of which is set by her own curious desires. 10:03 AM: Mali starts off browsing her socials and feeling out the day ahead of her. She scrolls through seas of the day's viral posts, online comedians, discussions and threads, anything and everything. Alongside her socials, it was very easy for her to get lost in conversation with her friends in group chats. "What'd you think of the album ### just dropped?", "How's Yuta?", "Do you guys wanna play a few matches of ##### later?"; all were questions they and she would throw around, going off on tangents from all of them for what seemed like hours. In fact, she did go on for quite some time, and before she knew it, she was nearly 2 hours in, and already nearing the end of her first bottle of water. 11:54 AM: Mali stretches out, and gets in a few minutes of daily exercises to get herself energized. While doing these, she felt a faint, but existent amount of liquid accumulating in her tank, not nearly enough to be a worry, but just enough where if she wanted to go, she definitely could. Working up a light sweat, and not making her hair today, she decides to freshen up with a shower. She cleans, washes her hair and dries up, doing her best to not mind the toilet taking up space in her bathroom. She tosses her towel onto a towel hook behind her door, and shuts it behind her, going to get changed. However, Mali did fail to notice that she slipped the towel on there a bit too carelessly, leaving the towel barely hanging onto the door. She thinks to herself, Wait, no one's going to come by today, nobody's going to care what I wear. Nor is anybody going to care how MUCH I wear. Genius! It was still warm out this time of year, and she had no reason to dress up for warmth. She takes one large-for-her-size T-shirt from her dresser, fits it on over herself and calls it an outfit. No need for a bra, pants, or panties. Only comfort. And of course a shrinking bladder capacity. 1 water bottle has been downed along with half of a bottle of iced tea. 1:08 PM: Mali fetches a playlist of hers on her phone, grabs some manga and lies on her bed, reading away at some of her untouched volumes. She finds herself fond of romcoms, lighthearted and heavyhearted alike, along with the occasional shonen. But it's really the romcoms that take most of her attention, itching her to read chapter after chapter. Drinking and snacking throughout all this, she starts feeling a pressure lying with her on the bed below her stomach, reminding her what she's been working towards this whole time. Adding to her own kinky curiosities, she decides to search up some online doujins (eroticas) that fit her newfound urinating interests. She stumbles upon diverse Omo titles, all from many different artists, putting twists on their own desires. The sights excited her; wetting girls, soaked jeans, leaky trails, gushing crotch holding. Mali was turned on by what she saw along with what she remembered. She resisted the urge to masturbate though, as she knew that she'd want to have a wetter climax than usual if she did, not to mention that what she viewed had already made her want to pee even more. She had finished her bottle of tea at this point. 2:31 PM: Tension between her and her urethral muscles was rising, but not yet dangerous enough to create a big concern. Mali began to move from side to side now, and found herself unable to sit completely still anymore. At this time she had hopped into an online call with some friends into a shooter game. Despite her tastes in literature, she never backed down to a fast paced run-and-gun session. Between matches, she continued to sip at some water, though it was beginning to trouble her to down it knowing how much it would impact her. She now started squirming seated in front of her TV, making her issue less ignorable. "...shit's getting serious now..." she mumbled. "What was that Mal?" a friend asked, unaware of her situation. "Ah~ nothing." she replied. After some more time playing, Mali disconnected from her call, knowing her focus now had to be put into holding it instead of talking with her friends. 3:34 PM: Mali switched to solo games. Her determination to keep playing matched her determination to withstand her urges to let go right here on her room's carpet. She could no longer drink; she could allow no more fluids into her body. Her lower half began trembling, creating a sweat coating her legs and groin. Because she wasn't wearing anything, her legs grew cold because of the sweat, adding to her shivering. 3:41 PM: Mali encounters a waterfall in her game. Her eyes widen. "...fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK-" muffled *FRSH* "FCK!" She squeezes her thighs together tightly. Panting, she becomes aware of the damage, a burst of golden liquid slipped out of her with high force, leaving the spot of carpet she sat on soaked and still soaking with her pee. Her lower legs and ass grew warmer from the splash. Mali did not succumb to the end of her journey yet though, for she was dead set on finishing the level of her game. 3:44 PM: Her heart beat quick. Small drips began to leak from her pussy, but nothing large came out. She now breathed a slight moan, sweat from top to bottom, her desperation peaking further and further. 3:46 PM: Mali approached the goal, tear beads in her eyes, with crazed smirk growing on her face. The level complete box flashed on screen, and Mali shakily stood up with her hands tucked firmly between her legs. The timer began, and she had to move fast. Steadier leaks rained through her fingertips and down her legs. Drops trickled onto the floor as she darted for the hallway to her bathroom. The pitter-patter of the droplets soon turned to tips and taps as she transitioned from her carpeted room to her wood-tiled hallway. Darting for the door, her energy was all in her body movements, and began loosening up her control on her urethral muscles. She became a low pressure golden sprinkler, small splashes escaping her crotch and falling all around below her torso, leaving a spotty trail. Mali arrives at the bathroom door. She grabs the knob. Pushes it, only to be met with a force preventing her entrance. The towel she had hung up earlier had fallen behind the door, jamming it between the floor and the bottom of the door. "N-no please...you're joking!" She swiftly grabs the front of her shirt and shoves it into her stream. She loses all control. Warm, high pressure pee soaks her shirt and hands, and tumbles down blow making a hisses and splashes that comparable to a shower head. Mali's body completely tense, she gives the door repetitive shoves, her mind blank with many emotions circulating through her head. Her golden liquid coats her ankles now, forming a puddle where her increasingly spotty trail was left. With a final body shove, the bathroom door flew open, Mali along with it. Inside, she loses her balance and slips down to one knee. The sound is now that of a bathtub faucet, gushing out without holding back. Her pee still hosing out, she stands herself up, opens the seat to her toilet, and slides onto it in one maneuver. A sigh of relief mixed with awe and pleasure is let out by Mali so emphatically that even Mali herself has never heard herself sigh before like that. Losing all sense of what was going on, she allowed herself to keep her hands and shirt inside the bowl as she went, it was automatic at this point anyways. She stared blankly as she completely emptied her bladder after nearly six and a half hours of holding it and drinking fluids. As she subsided, she regained her thoughts and looked around. She first looked down. Her hands and shirt continued dripping after her flood's release, trickling into the partially filled golden bowl. Her legs stained the seat and sides of the toilet and too continued to drip. The tiles in front of the toilet had a notable splash near the corner between the wall and the bathtub/shower. Preceding it was a sharp dash of pee followed by her sizable puddle followed by another trail. She let out a groan, accompanied by a small laugh while gripping her head at what she did, not caring what she soaked with her golden rain any longer. She felt comfortable though, her urge was relieved, and everything under her legs was still heated by the contents of the toilet. I'm happy though, she thought to herself. I'll have to experiment in the future with more things of that sort. Yuta would like it. I know I did! I even came a little bit. Either way, I should situate things here....my soaked shirt is starting to get cold... _______ Thanks for reading! Or maybe, thanks for partially reading! And even if you didn't read, thanks for scrolling down! I wanna give a silent thanks to a very talented Pixiv Omo artist that goes by DualHart! They're a fantastic artist that draws simple yet great (and hot) works over on Pixiv of course. However, their work can also be found on Gelbooru.com and Danbooru.donmai.us! Please show your support by giving them a follow or liking their posts, it's truly great stuff, not to mention its inspired by another equally talented Pixiv artist that goes by Rune! Check them out too while you're at it! Additionally, what do you think? How was the story? How can I improve upon it? Also, are there any situations you want me to put Mali through next time? My one and only idea for the next entry would be a car/side of the road wetting, but I am very open to suggestions! Again thanks for reading, and let me know! ; )
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