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Foxlover

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  1. Technically speaking, omorashi is a softcore fetish in that it doesn't involve an explicitly sexual component. Furthermore, I've observed a lot of people into omo aren't necessarily into more "hardcore" sex stuff, which could be the reason for a milder General Discussion. Personally, I think it's nice and kind of sweet how the community at large is fairly tame...plus, it probably allows people to get comfortable here faster, y'know?
  2. It’s a good story! But again, this thread is only for stories that are finished, and Markj9494 was pretty adamant that he was abandoning this one.
  3. I've only been including stories that are; A. Finished and B. Are specifically related to using a catheter to physically urinate into the bladder of another. That's why I didn't include these;
  4. Good find! Warning for everyone; this is a MALE omorashi story! I actually might write the author and see if I can't upload a gender-swapped version here lol
  5. I always make the first chapter the initial post, then comment chapters as I develop them. Seems to be the general protocol, and keeps everything in one place!
  6. Based on “Customers Come First: No bladder-sharing/peeing into bladder: Lol but seriously, great story!
  7. Foxlover

    Hi!

    Ah splendid, another potential recruit for Fox Command
  8. You know, I often think about this. Omo.org is a community in time, coming about right as the omorashi havens of old were fading, I think. Funneled a lot of people here.
  9. I have a "sickness for the thickness" as one might say
  10. Oh absolutely. I hypothesize that because we associate pee desperation with sexual pleasure, arousal or at the very least kink, the feelings of talking about pee desperation in public would be akin to talking about sex. For us, it could be the same as hearing someone nonchalantly mention they were gonna go masturbate.
  11. I feel like there have to be, right? Needapee, WettingHerPanties and SneakyPee were all based in the UK weren't they?
  12. No more pressure than these lovely mothers ehehehe
  13. I’m gonna write stories connecting them all. The Gothes Milforashi Cinematic Universe has begun.
  14. Older women (like late 40’s to early 60’s) bursting to pee is becoming a core fancy of mine I fear

    1. Foxlover

      Not just for the obvious reasons of older women being a superior specimen but it’s really fascinating to think about how long this fetish has been around, especially thinking about the Thomas Water Resource page and Easyshag and all the other relics of bygone eras

  15. Wow! That’s incredible… was she just naturally gifted or was she an enthusiast?
  16. I tried that, the desktop version of the site won’t work for me on mobile for whatever reason
  17. I wish I could have at least a quarter of your drawing ability
  18. Well since you asked XD Bethany Morgan tapped her fingers on the steering wheel of her Chrysler Pacifica, staring impatiently up at the red light she was idling at. Cars flanked her on all sides, all caught up in the horrendous traffic of the suburban weekday rush-hour, all contributing to a mass hindrance of their fellow home goers as they hurried off to their nighttime destinations. Bethany's eyes wandered eastward to a large billboard of a woman, smiling confidently with her hands on her hips, an apron turned cheekily about on her neck to function as a cape. The words Moms are the real Superheroes were emblazoned above her head in cartoony letters, making Bethany snort. She certainly didn't feel superhuman, not today. She felt very human, and very tired. Her lustrous red hair, which her husband once called sinfully silky, was done up in a quick functional braid that kept it out of her face as she flitted from one room to the next, preparing herself for the perfect storm that was the school weeknight in the Morgan household. It had been a non-stop day of phone calls, shopping and housework; a daunting task by itself, but the real gauntlet was the Evening Activity Run...soccer practice, dance rehearsal, then laundry when she got home. She'd been running on fumes all day, sustaining herself on coffee and Dr. Pepper, a fact that had come back to haunt her as she felt the dull ache of the day-ripened bladder nestled in her yoga pants, exacerbated by this annoyingly long light. "MOOOOM!" Bethany winced as the shrill sound cut through her reverie. She looked in the rearview mirror at her daughter and eldest child Emily, decked out in a pink tutu and leotard pouting at her. "Connor won't stop poking me!" The boy next to her stuck out his tongue, clad in a green soccer uniform. "Am not!" "Are too!" As the two set to arguing, Bethany groaned to herself, casting a glance at the baby in the carseat between them. Thank God Noah sleeps better than they do... she thought to herself as she plucked up the Dr. Pepper next to her. She took a deep swig, despite the abundance of liquid she was already containing... It was a risky gamble, but she needed the caffeine. Finally, the light turned green, and she gratefully inched forward...it wasn't much in this rush hour, but at least they were moving. The traffic proceeded at an agonizingly slow pace, much to everyone's chagrin, but especially Bethany's, whose bladder had taken the errant passing thought she gave it and turned it into a continually pressing need at the back of her mind. Another 15 minutes, and the pressure only increased. She found herself shifting in her seat and continuing to tap her fingers on the steering wheel, her lips pursed thinly as she tried to search for any way to distract herself from the steadily growing urge between her legs. Oh, the radio, that'll help...She thought to herself, turning it on. “-and we can expect some torrential rainfall tonight! I mean, it’s like the the floodgates of heaven themselves are opening, huh Tabitha? “That’s right Lola! Grab your raincoats, folks, this is gonna be a deluge of-” Bethany quickly shut it off, gritting her teeth as she squeezed her thighs together. Okay, no radio. Something else. But there was nothing esle…nothing but the idle honking of impatient drivers who thought their incessant honking would speed anything up, the glare of the late afternoon sun, and Bethany’s ever-increasingly-full bladder. After several more arduous minutes, the congestion cleared up enough so that Bethany was able to change lanes and exit off the highway, now speeding at a merry clip towards the school. With the traffic gone the trip was fairly painless, and before long she was pulling into the middle school parking lot. “Have fun, you guys…” Bethany murmured absentmindedly as her children exited the vehicle, inhaling sharply as she bounced gently in her seat. Just then, Emily came around to the driver’s seat. "Mom? I still need money for the field trip..." Bethany cursed inwardly...she'd completely forgotten about the $5.75 she needed to give Connor for the trip to the whereever-they-were-going. In her state, she really didn't want to add a stop to her drive, but the trip was tomorrow, and she didn't have any cash... at least the bank was on the way. “Okay, sweetie, I’ll make sure you-” “-And I need big paper for my art project!” Connor chimed in from behind his sister. Bethany’s forced herself to smile as another errand was added to her decidedly limited timeframe. “...Okay. I’ll pick them up. You guys go on now, you’re already late…love you, see you tonight…” “Love you, Mom!” Both kids exclaimed in unison as they turned and took off running towards the school. Bethany watched them go, grunting as she pressed a hand against her lap. She briefly considered parking and popping inside to pee… In a middle school? Ew. She shuddered in disgust. Besides, she couldn’t leave Noah out in the car all by himself… She would just have to grin and bear it till she got home Giving herself one more squeeze for good luck, she peeled out of the parking lot. “Okay, bank first, then Michael’s, then I can go home and pee…Ohhhh I gotta pee…” She thought to herself as she pulled back out onto the main road. By the time she pulled into the Bank drive through, she couldn’t stop moving. As soon as her car was in neutral, she threw a leg over the other, grinding gently in her seat as she pulled out her bank card. Withdrawing the money took maybe 2 minutes at most, but to Bethany, it might as well have been an eternity. “Come onnn come on come on…” She muttered as the ATM slowly spat out the bills. She all but yanked them from its clutches, not even bothering to sign out before she rolled the window up and headed up the road to the shopping strip. As soon as she pulled into the parking lot, though, she knew she was in trouble. A pang of desperation hit her like a truck, and she sucked a bit of air between her teeth as one of her hands slipped from the wheel to press between her legs. There was no way she was gonna be able to go in there and shop, not with her bladder close to bursting like this… but wait! She could kill two birds with one stone; she could go in, pee, grab the paper and be done with this whole experience. She swerved into a parking spot and opened the door, tying her baby harness before stepping out and grabbing her baby, heading straight for the store. As soon as she got inside, she made a beeline for the toilets, only to find… “...No…” She whimpered to herself as the “Closed For Cleaning” sign stared back at her, cold and indifferent to the desperate woman’s plight. She stamped a foot in frustration as she buried a hand between her legs again, the thought of being denied relief causing her bladder to shudder angrily. “D-Dammit all…” She hissed, taking a deep breath. “Well…might as well get the stupid cardboard paper…” Five tense minutes later, Bethany was in line at the checkout, one hand holding her baby and the other holding the paper booklet as she gently bobbed up and down as much as she thought she could without drawing attention. When it was her turn at the register, she quickly slammed the paper down, digging round in her purse for one of the 10 dollar bills she’d gotten from the bank. “Here…” She huffed, shoving the money at the confused-looking teen behind the counter. “Keep the change…” She grabbed her paper and hurried out of the store as fast as her bladder would allow. She raced up to her car, placed her baby in the carseat and threw the paper into the back next to him before climbing into her car. She took a moment to scissor her legs up and down, sucking in air through her teeth and blowing it back out. Time for the trip home. Luckily the traffic wasn’t as bad the opposite way, but the detour still wasn’t doing Bethany’s bladder any favors. She really was beginning to regret that swig of Dr. Pepper; she could almost feel it funneling into her swollen bladder, inundating it with even more liquid despite the Herculean service it was already performing, containing that foolish drink all the liquid she’d consumed since breakfast. “Oooh, gotta pee gotta pee…Come on, Beth, home stretch, you can do this, you can make it…” She repeated to herself in a frenzied mantra as she sped along the highway. As she pulled into her driveway, her bladder kicked into overdrive, like it had connected to the Wi-Fi. Bethany hurriedly unlocked her seatbelt and scrambled out of the car. As soon as her foot touched the ground, the woman almost doubled over as gravity pulled her bladder straight down. She crossed her legs tight, taking short breaths as she gently bobbed up and down, trying to wrestle the urge down. After a tense moment, she got it somewhat under control. Grabbing Noah and securing him in the harness, she half-walked, half-hobbled up to the door. She didn’t even bother grabbing the paper…she could always come back for it, right now there were incredibly more pressing matters to address. She fumbled with her keys, one leg wound tightly over the other as she bounced and whimpered; her bladder felt like a roiling ball of molten lead in her abdomen, searing its way down against her quivering pelvic floor muscles. She shakily jammed the key in the lock, all but forcing the door open. She had seconds before the floodgates opened, and she knew it. As she hurried inside, Bethany gasped as she felt a trickle of warm urine force its way past her tightly clenched sphincter. Her hand flew to her crotch again as she staggered towards the toilet…she couldn't fail now, not when she’d come so far… She threw open the bathroom door as another trickle joined the first, and then another, all soaking down the inner thighs of her yoga pants. She danced in front of the toilet frantically, trying to pull down her pants with her free hand, but it was too late. She’d barely gotten her tights past her ass when the dam burst, sending a full day’s worth of held-back urine cascading down her thighs, soaking them instantly as it began to splatter onto the floor. Bethany merely stared at the toilet as she pissed herself for the first time since she was in grade school, the shock of having endured all that agony just to wind up peeing in front of the toilet almost numbing her to the coming feeling of relief. But come it did, her shoulders sagging and eyes fluttering as she surrendered to it, her knees knocking together as she gave up and let her pee simply stream through her fingers, pooling on the ground and running in rivulets out all over the bathroom floor. Sweet fuck I needed that…she moaned in her mind as she continued to empty her bladder through her pants and panties. After nearly a minute and a quarter she begun running dry, her gush slowing to a stream, then a trickle, then into naught but drips echoing as they dropped into the enormous puddle beneath them. She looked down at the baby slumbering against her chest, unaware that his mother had just pissed all down her legs. “Well, Noah…” She murmured. “At least I’d already planned to do laundry…” THE END
  19. Pretty straightforward… on the desktop version of the site, the search function allows you to search a word or phrase within a specific topic (this is especially useful for folks like me who have long RP threads and want to search for previous entries so the lore isn’t compromised by further developments lmao). I was wondering if it would be possible to include this feature in the mobile version of the site, too? Or if it already exists, where to find it?
  20. Ok I have a question; I've seen this exact same setting i some Dixie Comet videos...is this like a special omorashi house that people film in lmao
  21. Idk how I (or anyone) missed this, but I very much look forward to future installments! We will watch your career with great interest hehehe
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