KozmoFox

Thanks! Good to know I've still got it! THE BIRD CLUB WITH ONE BIRD IS NOTHING TO ME. BUT THANK YOU !!! I'm happy you enjoyed it!! That's the idea! Author someday! I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT SO MUCH OMG

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.~

For the hold itself please use the Live Action Omorashi thread, not here.

Goth girls. I'm totally not biased. Don't look in my wardrobe. Pls.

Take it to Live Action Omorashi in the Wetting Experiences forum please. That exists so that we dont have tons of threads like this one clogging everything up.

Hi. Raging lesbo and staff member of omo.org here. You will not be mistreated by anyone on this site due to being LGBTQ, lest they be yeeted off the site by myself. This however, goes both ways. Being uncomfortable is fine, talking down to an entire demographic is not. If it gets any flamier in here than it already is, I'd construe it as harassment. As far as this site goes, were all equal and do not deal in double standards. I'm locking this thread before it can get any crazier.