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    KozmoFox got a reaction from MusicPee3000 in Relatively new incontinent gal   
    Please keep the thread on track; absolutely none of this called for aggressive misgendering of the OP or a discussion of gender ideology.
    OP asked for support, I ask that the thread become far better at giving it.
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from WetWinter in Relatively new incontinent gal   
    Please keep the thread on track; absolutely none of this called for aggressive misgendering of the OP or a discussion of gender ideology.
    OP asked for support, I ask that the thread become far better at giving it.
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from empty2 in TGIF💋 Join Me on My Office Hold Today-Let's Have Some Fun💦💦💦 Updated Over the Course of the Day😈 CW: Wet Pussy   
    Hi,
    In the future please use the Live Action thread for periodic updated holds. That thread specifically exists so holds do not require their own specific threads, otherwise they would compose 99% of the site probably.
     
    Thank you in advance!
     
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from NoahEdar0483 in Biku's art   
    Behold, the dark side of Biku's art.

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    KozmoFox got a reaction from BoyCuddles in Relatively new incontinent gal   
    Please keep the thread on track; absolutely none of this called for aggressive misgendering of the OP or a discussion of gender ideology.
    OP asked for support, I ask that the thread become far better at giving it.
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from supernerd222 in Relatively new incontinent gal   
    Please keep the thread on track; absolutely none of this called for aggressive misgendering of the OP or a discussion of gender ideology.
    OP asked for support, I ask that the thread become far better at giving it.
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from hubertheiser in Relatively new incontinent gal   
    Please keep the thread on track; absolutely none of this called for aggressive misgendering of the OP or a discussion of gender ideology.
    OP asked for support, I ask that the thread become far better at giving it.
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from Kitsune-chan in Relatively new incontinent gal   
    Please keep the thread on track; absolutely none of this called for aggressive misgendering of the OP or a discussion of gender ideology.
    OP asked for support, I ask that the thread become far better at giving it.
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from Bluesman59 in Relatively new incontinent gal   
    Please keep the thread on track; absolutely none of this called for aggressive misgendering of the OP or a discussion of gender ideology.
    OP asked for support, I ask that the thread become far better at giving it.
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from Alex62 in Relatively new incontinent gal   
    Please keep the thread on track; absolutely none of this called for aggressive misgendering of the OP or a discussion of gender ideology.
    OP asked for support, I ask that the thread become far better at giving it.
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from Shadowdevil in Relatively new incontinent gal   
    Please keep the thread on track; absolutely none of this called for aggressive misgendering of the OP or a discussion of gender ideology.
    OP asked for support, I ask that the thread become far better at giving it.
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    KozmoFox reacted to Kitsune-chan in Relatively new incontinent gal   
    When you're worried about health, then gender people correctly.
    The way you adress someone doesn't change medical facts. If a trans man gets pregnant, because they decided to keep their womb for that reason, then you should still adress them as male and accept that they are in fact pregnant despite using male pronouns.
    Guess what: pronouns are not magical spells, they do not change medical facts. Hiding behind "but it's biology" is just transphobic. Using the right pronouns is about making people feel validated, accepted and welcome. Our old pronouns are inheratly linked to years of depression and mental anguish. Maybe reflect on that for 5 minutes before agressively misgendering people and probbably triggering bad memories or traumas.
     
    Edit: misread something, bit it doesn't change what needs to be said here.
    Edit Edit: added Edit, because i forgot.
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from Vbucks in Can someone rip this please?   
    No, we would say "We do not allow content involving minors on omorashi.org"
    Your rampant false equivalencies used to insult people aside, I'd appreciate it if you backed it up a little. You're stooping to unreasonably rude and inappropriate levels to badger others upon your discovery that the kink isn't a hivemind where everyone thinks the exact same as you. Please knock it off.
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from PoodPants36 in Wet myself outside of the bathroom   
    So uh, hi. I'm Crim. I wet myself today. A few things you should know before we start.
    One: I recently had a gender-identity crisis. Well, not even really that. I let other people convince me I was having one (Goddamn you Tumblr people!) i.e I'm really tomboyish sometimes and people on there told me my gender was a boy and I should learn to embrace it. Of course I recently realized that was a load of shit and I didn't like being a full on boy. So if you were one of the like, 3 people who read my "introducing myself" post like...forever ago, that's why I said I was a boy. I'm not. Just to clear that up. Sex: Fem. Gender: Fem. And I'm not about to let anyone else tell me otherwise again.
     
    Now with that out of the way, today I did a hold. I never intended to fully wet, yet I did, which is what made today both scary and exciting!
    Anyone who's seen me post knows I love those Milovana pee holding interactive challenges. I have a huge imagination and get really into it, I don't think I've done a hold without one since I discovered them. Its been awhile since anyone made a new one, so I got into the habit of doing multiple in a single hold, or even two at once, which was the case today.
     
    And so there I was, in my room. I drank a few mugs of water and tea and waited for things to move along by watching Scrubs. I don't know what it was about today, whether it was 3 cups of tea's worth of caffiene or the tight jeans I had put on in advance, or just some other random thing, but it moved along REALLY fast. An hour and a half after I started drinking, I was at the fidgeting stage. I couldn't stand still, and sitting had become a real burden. It took me really off guard. I started my challenges and for the first time ever, started posting in the live action thread. It's really unlike me to do that, I don't know why I did. Maybe I wanted some company for once. Alas, nobody showed up during my hold.
     
    Appearance wise, I was wearing red panties (nothing fancy) and a tight pair of blue jeans. Didn't bother with a shirt, as it was fairly warm today. For you people who are a fan of picturing things, I'm pretty tiny. Short, tiny frame, skinny, pale, long and obviously-not-well-taken-care-of hair. Pretty much the definition of "Get off your computer and go outside."
     
    So at this point I had started doing the challenges and tasks, pretty confident that I would do fine, as per usual. I was shaking, and twitching, etc but I felt I could hold on despite the huge pressure in my bladder. But then 10 minutes went by....20 minutes...and before I knew it not only had the pressure nearly doubled, but the challenges were also taking their toll. I could barely believe it. It had all happened so fast. It was to the point I was constantly shaking and had a hand between my legs any time the challenge wasn't preventing me from doing so. It was getting pretty unbearable but I convinced myself there's no way its this bad already, its just your psyche getting out of turn. I wish I was right.
     
    Time went on. I dribbled a few times but I felt it was nothing I couldnt handle. I had a grip on this. Until at one point I stopped to type in the live action thread again. Typing of course, requiring both hands. I wasn't too concerned, just crossed my legs as I bent over to type. But mid sentence, I don't know what it was, it must have been the way I moved, but I felt a sudden violent dampness as a huge leak shot down my leg. Before I knew it, my inner leg on my jeans had a wet patch from my crotch to my knee. All I could think was, where the hell did that come from? Keep it together.
     
    I probably should have ran to the bathroom right then. You see, I wasn't home alone. and a full blown wetting and its cleanup would be hard to hide/explain to my brother if he just decided to waltz in during those crucial moments. My main plan if he walked in during the hold itself was to quickly pull a blanket over my chest and yell that I wasn't wearing a shirt, which would cause him to scurry off somewhere. Thus, I had planned to use the bathroom before it was too late.
     
    Issue was, I'm stubborn. As is usually the objective with holding, I decided since I had regained control after my big spurt, I would wait until the last possible second, not for a moment having the foresight to even think there might be obstacles. It was also that this point I received another huge warning I ignored. You know when your bladder muscles start to fluctuate? Waver? That wobbley feeling, like when you're carrying something heavy in your arms and they start to go all wobbley under the strain against your will? I got that feeling. And I ignored it, because I'm me.
     
    Time went by, as did a few more dribbles. But I kept telling myself that it wasn't over yet, that I could go longer. The fresh dampness in my crotch, and the now semi dried patch down my leg would suggest otherwise, but again, stubborn. Then one of the challenges told me the start of my undoing. Every 30 seconds, I had to push on my bladder hard for 5 seconds. And of course, I thought I could do it. Thing is, when I'm pressing on my bladder I don't use my hands. I don't find I can push with the right pressure in the right way to ever make it a feasible threat. So what I do is, I tip my chair back so that its on its back legs, and push my lower abdomen into the top of it.
     
    Huge mistake, obviously. The first 5 seconds, I felt my crotch go damp again. A few small spurts. I can do it, I told myself. In the 30 second break between I told myself I had only spurted because I didn't brace properly, and I just had to go into the next push prepared. So 30 seconds passed. And again I tipped my chair back, closed my eyes, braced myself, and leaned into it. With a bit more weight than I intended.
     
    A leak. A big leak. The biggest so far. My hand shot down as it left my body, but it was a little too late for that. In that moment I felt the wetness gather in my hand,  fall down my leg again, down to my ankle. Some got on the floor. A little spread behind my ass too. I regained control in that split second, but it was also the second that I wasn't going to maintain the control. I couldn't. This was it. But I couldn't risk it, I had already gone too far as it was. My brother could walk in any second, see my wet leg, and ask what the fuck was going on.
     
    And so came the moment. The hail mary. I didn't have time to throw on a shirt let alone a bra, so I just had to hope he wasn't in the hallway between my room and the bathroom. There was no time, it was now or never, I could FEEL my control slipping and about to give. I dashed out of my room, one hand between my legs holding on for dear life and one trying to preemptively undo the button of my jeans (And failed, little bugger wouldn't give)
     
    And I encountered every holders nightmare. The bathroom door was shut. And locked. I could hear the shower going inside. That son of a bitch. I leaned against the door, my forehead and chest pressing into the wood, my fingernails digging into either side of the door and my back slightly arched, pushing my ass out as my legs slammed together, my knees knocking together over and over. I yelled at him to get out. I yelled that I needed to get in right that second. My fingernails dug deep into the door, scratching as my control slipped, a muffled "Sorry, no can do!" coming from inside the bathroom.
     
    I felt it coming. My left hand then alternated between banging on the door, gripping at my crotch, and clawing into the door once more. My chest was heaving against the door, I couldn't bear to open my eyes and look as it started.
    My crotch grew damp. A spurt, and another, and another. The crotch gripping, the clawing, nothing helped. Squeezed my legs together tighter, still nothing. It was coming out, slowly but steadily. I gripped my left thigh as I felt my pee seep out and crawl down the back of my leg. I tried so hard. Knocking my knees, gripping at everything I could, frantically trying to stop it or slow it down. Shaking, writhing, I felt it continue to pour out and reach the back of my knee. I heard drops hit the floor. This couldn't be happening. Wetting myself after a good hold was one thing, not being able to stop it when it mattered most was another thing entirely. My control was still sort of there, but not nearly enough to stop the flow completely. I felt it spread across my lower ass and inner thigh. The other leg now too, I could feel it running down. Something in that made me lurch, pressing my chest into the door harder. Something about that movement hit my bladder, and suddenly whatever slight control I still had was gone. I gasped loudly as my crotch suddenly grew a lot warmer, as did my inner legs, I could feel the flow go from a creeping dribble into a stream. Of course I grabbed my crotch, but my hand was soaked almost instantly. I let out a cry as I started soaking myself, trying anything and everything. Thigh gripping, moving my legs, crossing them, frantically hopping slightly just trying to get it to stop but the more I tried the harder it all came out. I felt my ass, my legs, everything become completely soaked and warm. A stream was gently but firmly pitter pattering onto the floor, my jeans on my right leg having become far too saturated for it to just climb down my leg itself anymore at this intensity. I fought and cried and yelled and moaned, fighting until the bitter end. But there was no way around it...I was completely and thoroughly wetting my pants, right outside the bathroom against my will like a little girl. As I stopped shaking and bouncing and switching my legs all over the place, my fingers tired from violently gripping at every part of my thighs and crotch I could get ahold of, I just became exhausted. Soaked and defeated, I turned around and slowly slumped to the ground against the door, wetting myself all the way. My bladder had NO control anymore, and I was still going. My mind just blanked out as I sat on the ground, watching my already massive puddle continually expand due to the now very audiable hissing in my jeans. It was by far the greatest wetting I had ever had, and the scary circumstances made it incredibly exciting and erotic. My chest heaved, my breathing heavy as my bladder finished emptying itself. All my mind could process now was the near orgasmic relief and the "Holy shit, that just happened, and it was incredible" type thought.
     
    Until my brain finally re-clicked into the sound of the shower going, and realized that the moment my brother opened the door, he'd find me sitting there, naked from the lower waist up, having lost control and peed in my pants in the hallway, everything I was wearing having been completely drenched, with a puddle leading from under me in all directions, and almost to the door opposite me. My stomach dropped so fast. My mind went in all directions, and suddenly I was up, running through the house in my soaking wet jeans, trying to manage to somehow clean this up before my brother got out of the shower. I ran downstairs, grabbed two towels from the laundry, ran back up, and cleaned it up and cleaned it good. Both towels ended up completely soaked. I heard the shower stop. I ran into my room and got my jeans off as fast as I could, and threw them and the towels under my bed as soon as I could. I heard him coming and I was just standing there in my wet panties, all I had time to do was throw on a T-shirt. The big kind I wear to bed. And sit down at my computer desk. He just walked in without knocking, as he does, and asked what all my insane fuss at the door was about. I told him I thought I was late for a get-together and needed my makeup that second, but then realized it was tomorrow and not today. I sat almost frozen, hoping he wouldn't notice my wet legs glistening. I felt the lower black of my shirt get wet as I sat on it in my wet panties, and reaaaally tried not to think about it. Just sat and smiled and blinked and waited for him to accept it and leave, which he did, shaking his head and calling me a nutjob.
     
    Then I just sat there in silence and waited for the telltale shut of his bedroom door, meaning he was going in to play COD or something. Once I was sure he was in, I switched out of my wet undies and now slightly damp shirt into jammies, and fished out everything from under my bed and snuck to the laundry room with it. I thought I was scot free until he questioned the wet footprints downstairs. I went beet red and just told him that I had spilt some water earlier and must have stepped in it. He gave me a really questioning gaze and I turned redder, but for a non-omo enthusiast he obviously didn't come to the conclusion any of you would have, and just accepted it and moved on.
     
    Anywho, that was my day today. I hope you enjoy! Please leave feedback, as writing this stuff out isn't something I do often and I'd love to know what people think. If this is good and I'm good at telling it, I might write about my future experiences as well. Please let me know anything and everything you think! I think I drank too much, I had to go to the bathroom again in the middle of writing this.
     
    Now I'll end this, as I tend to ramble and as this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've done, and looking back on it now, incredibly erotic. So I have other needs to take care of. Bye bye!
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from MusicPee3000 in Mine and my partners work desperation (with pic and vid)   
    This user will be forcibly taking a week off from the site.
    Everyone, please take the actions they took in this thread as an example of what not to do. Pressuring someone over and over and over and over and harassing them to try and acquire material of someone else is so not okay. No means no. No. Means. No.
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from Thimira in Wet myself at the University   
    Hey guys! It's me again. I'm sure that judging from the topic title you can tell I did something stupid again, so let's just get into it.
     
    I was doing a hold yesterday. You know, drinking some soda, some water, the usual stuff, just waiting around for it all to start kicking in. The problem was at some point I realized I had to turn in a paper I had due to one of my professors. Looking at the clock, I hadn't gotten too far into the whole hold thing, I was feeling it but I wasn't unbearably desperate. I estimated that I shouldn't be more than an hour, and by the time I got back I'd probably REALLY be feeling it, so I said what the hell, let's go turn it in now. So I got to the nearest transit stop, knowing it would be there any second, and took it to a friends place. I had a water bottle filled with lemonade on me and continually sipped from it as the trip progressed. Eventually I got to my friends place, and bugged her for a ride, given the University is all but 5 minutes away from where she lives. She had to go to the store anyway so she let me off in the Uni lot, and said she was going to pick up some groceries and would be in the lot again by the time I got out. Perfect. At this point I was definitely starting to feel twitchy. I'd clench my thighs or bounce around a little every now and again from the discomfort.
     
    Obligatory description paragraph! To reiterate very simply, I'm between 5'8-5'9, 116 pounds, pale as ash, and long black hair that reaches past my shoulders. For my trip out I was wearing a white Avengers T-shirt, a small jean jacket over it, a black miniskirt, and black tights. Just a white bra and panties set, nothing special.
     
    So I get to the University. At this point I need to pee pretty solidly, but I'm not in danger. At this moment, everything was going according to plan. When I get in I ask for directions to the professor offices of that general category, and I get some really vague ones so I get sort of lost. I find my way there eventually by pure accident.
     
    I get to her office and I knock. She tells me to come in and I hand in my assignment. Thing is about this particular teacher, she's chatty. Which I don't mind at all! She's sweet, funny, and well-versed in her subject which is something I happen to find very interesting. I'm also overly nervous and polite, so I won't often excuse myself from a conversation even if I need to.
     
    She kept me in that office talking for about an hour. In this time, my need for the bathroom rose to DANGER levels. She was so into our conversation she didn't even notice my constant fidgeting, or any of the usual telltale signs. And to be fair, I was really into the conversation too. It was during this conversation the first leak happened, and I visibly stiffened, thinking to myself something along the lines of "Shiiiiiiiiiit." Eventually she let me go, saying she had some stuff to get done, and I politely excused myself from the office. The moment I shut the door I looked around and shoved my hand between my legs. Bathroom. NOW. I could let out enough and continue the hold at home, but if I didn't do something I wouldn't make it home to finish holding. Almost the moment I finished that thought I leaked a little into my panties, like my body was adding an exclamation point.
     
    I looked around the entire floor for the bathroom. Campus is three or four buildings altogether, I haven't gotten used to the grounds yet so I can't say for sure. But its big. And not knowing where I am often, I get lost easy. Like some Omorashi cliche, the bathroom on this floor was out of order. I dribbled a bit more, as I had been doing every little bit. I actually took another sip of my lemonade, almost reflexively. Then I slapped myself mentally...Muscle memory isn't always a good thing. I did end up coming across an elevator in my desperate waddling, and ended up on the second floor (I had been on the third). I was almost starting to get my bearings here, some of the area looked familiar. I felt a familiar warmth and immediately gripped at myself again under my skirt, clenching my legs together. The spurts had definitely soaked through my underwear, I felt the tights between my legs growing increasingly damp as time went on. I didn't have much time left. Another spurt or two happened before I regained control, my hand coming away wet. I wiped it off on my knee and continued my desperate journey. Luckily for me, it being the weekend, there weren't a ton of students around, especially given that here in Canada, thanksgiving was Sunday. The day I'm posting this actually, so happy thanksgiving everyone!
     
    After much exploring I found a staircase, the kind that goes down to a landing, and then turns around to finish going down in the opposite direction. The staircase was familiar to me, at the bottom was an area I usually frequent so once I got down there I knew where the nearest bathroom was. My bladder evidently didn't like the fact that I was close to making it, as every step down to the first landing, I leaked. My hands were buried between my legs and I could feel them catching drops. I was sweating, my muscles straining, but I couldn't give up, I was so close! I reached the landing and made my way down the second set of steps, slowly but steadily dribbling all the way. About midway down I started leaking heavily, and one large spurt in particular I felt stream down the back of my leg a little. This was bad. I felt more urine travel down the insides of my legs and begin to gently patter onto the stairs. I was losing control I was increasingly doubting I would get back. It was also at this moment I heard voices coming from the top of the stairs coming down, and voices from ahead of me, on the ground floor. In front of the stairs, maybe 10 feet, there was a door leading outside and a hallway going left, and I could hear people coming from around the corner. I was about to be surrounded, and judging from the absolute straining feeling in my bladder as I dribbled and leaked on the stairs, I might be absolutely peeing myself during said time. So I did the only thing I could do...I dashed down the remainder of the stairs, did a 180, hid under them, and slammed my back against the wall and covered my mouth. I could hear people coming around the corner and more coming down the stairs. I shoved my hand down my tights and gripped my crotch outside of my now soaking wet panties, with my other hand covering my mouth trying to stay as quiet as possible. There was just one issue....I couldn't hold it. I gripped, and crossed my legs, and braced as hard as I could, but I just couldn't hold it anymore, no matter how hard I tried.
     
    It started to come out, regardless of how badly I was trying to hold it or not. A hissing came from under my hand, streaming down my locked legs onto the floor, my other hand muffling moans and whines. I tried so hard but the more I tried the harder it came, my panties and tights were soaked. I could feel it gathering in my shoes, and my legs becoming warm and wet all over. I let out a muffled squeal into my palm as my bladder just felt like it dropped, and the stream grew so powerful it sprayed between my fingers onto the floor. The voices were growing distant now, like it even mattered anymore. I felt it streaming down my legs, my breathing becoming ragged as it made its own trails and waterfalls down my legs and thighs. There was a massive puddle beneath me on the ground. I just stood there, unsure of how to react. I had just pissed myself at University.
     
    Me being me, I immediately went into Solid Snake mode. I whipped out a napkin and wiped off the back of my tights. Being black, they wouldn't show much. I darted out the aforementioned door and out into the sun. It was rather warm. My panties and tights were damp but its not like anyone could tell, especially given the distance between me and anyone else. A LITTLE bit had gotten on the skirt, but as that was black too, I was currently semi-safe. I looped around campus from the outside, hoping to dry a little. I saw the car in the parking lot, but my friend wasn't in it. I found out later she went to the convenience store across the street while waiting for me.
     
    I hopped into the car, and reclined the passenger seat back. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my tights off. I put them in my backpack and pulled out a pair of knee highs (I go everywhere with spare socks. You never know people!) and put them on. Bam. Nobody would even be the wiser. I could even feel my panties were no longer sopping wet. Eventually she came back to the car to find me. She looked at my legs, and then at me, asking why I changed like that. I told her it was hot, while smiling like an idiot. She claimed it made no sense but didn't pursue it further after I said I felt the socks were cuter. I then managed to get home and reflect on my day.
     
    Well there you have it! As always, feel free to give feedback and ask me anything! I love hearing from everyone :)
     
    Happy thanksgiving to any fellow Canadians!
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from PrincelyDesire in Add a SEPARATE set of galleries for AI.   
    Hi,
    Please keep the topic as to what its for, this isn't a thread for debating/tailoring thesis' on your particular unmovable view on whatever your stance is, its for discussing the pros and cons of another gallery section for a.i generated images. There is a lot of very badly veiled immaturity in this thread that needs to stop.
    I completely understand the spam concerns, and on the discord we already require that A.I images be posted into a specific A.I thread (and delete any posted outside of it on sight). I do not know whether we'd do something like this or just ban the images all together on the site. Maybe a way to keep them from showing up in the new images galleries to combat the spam, so that you need to go deliberately looking for them? Idk, I'm not the site-builder here. I'll call that nerd.
    @Kyuu nudge nudge
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from TomatoNLettuce in Add a SEPARATE set of galleries for AI.   
    Hi,
    Please keep the topic as to what its for, this isn't a thread for debating/tailoring thesis' on your particular unmovable view on whatever your stance is, its for discussing the pros and cons of another gallery section for a.i generated images. There is a lot of very badly veiled immaturity in this thread that needs to stop.
    I completely understand the spam concerns, and on the discord we already require that A.I images be posted into a specific A.I thread (and delete any posted outside of it on sight). I do not know whether we'd do something like this or just ban the images all together on the site. Maybe a way to keep them from showing up in the new images galleries to combat the spam, so that you need to go deliberately looking for them? Idk, I'm not the site-builder here. I'll call that nerd.
    @Kyuu nudge nudge
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from dabboi in Add a SEPARATE set of galleries for AI.   
    Hi,
    Please keep the topic as to what its for, this isn't a thread for debating/tailoring thesis' on your particular unmovable view on whatever your stance is, its for discussing the pros and cons of another gallery section for a.i generated images. There is a lot of very badly veiled immaturity in this thread that needs to stop.
    I completely understand the spam concerns, and on the discord we already require that A.I images be posted into a specific A.I thread (and delete any posted outside of it on sight). I do not know whether we'd do something like this or just ban the images all together on the site. Maybe a way to keep them from showing up in the new images galleries to combat the spam, so that you need to go deliberately looking for them? Idk, I'm not the site-builder here. I'll call that nerd.
    @Kyuu nudge nudge
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from BoyCuddles in Add a SEPARATE set of galleries for AI.   
    Hi,
    Please keep the topic as to what its for, this isn't a thread for debating/tailoring thesis' on your particular unmovable view on whatever your stance is, its for discussing the pros and cons of another gallery section for a.i generated images. There is a lot of very badly veiled immaturity in this thread that needs to stop.
    I completely understand the spam concerns, and on the discord we already require that A.I images be posted into a specific A.I thread (and delete any posted outside of it on sight). I do not know whether we'd do something like this or just ban the images all together on the site. Maybe a way to keep them from showing up in the new images galleries to combat the spam, so that you need to go deliberately looking for them? Idk, I'm not the site-builder here. I'll call that nerd.
    @Kyuu nudge nudge
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from Alex62 in Add a SEPARATE set of galleries for AI.   
    Hi,
    Please keep the topic as to what its for, this isn't a thread for debating/tailoring thesis' on your particular unmovable view on whatever your stance is, its for discussing the pros and cons of another gallery section for a.i generated images. There is a lot of very badly veiled immaturity in this thread that needs to stop.
    I completely understand the spam concerns, and on the discord we already require that A.I images be posted into a specific A.I thread (and delete any posted outside of it on sight). I do not know whether we'd do something like this or just ban the images all together on the site. Maybe a way to keep them from showing up in the new images galleries to combat the spam, so that you need to go deliberately looking for them? Idk, I'm not the site-builder here. I'll call that nerd.
    @Kyuu nudge nudge
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from wetninja33 in Add a SEPARATE set of galleries for AI.   
    Hi,
    Please keep the topic as to what its for, this isn't a thread for debating/tailoring thesis' on your particular unmovable view on whatever your stance is, its for discussing the pros and cons of another gallery section for a.i generated images. There is a lot of very badly veiled immaturity in this thread that needs to stop.
    I completely understand the spam concerns, and on the discord we already require that A.I images be posted into a specific A.I thread (and delete any posted outside of it on sight). I do not know whether we'd do something like this or just ban the images all together on the site. Maybe a way to keep them from showing up in the new images galleries to combat the spam, so that you need to go deliberately looking for them? Idk, I'm not the site-builder here. I'll call that nerd.
    @Kyuu nudge nudge
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from Vbucks in Fiction stories (age...)   
    Another issue is a lot of fanfiction. Fanfiction is weird. For example, a lot of fanfiction around here tends to be of anime. For whatever reason, a lot of anime protags are around the age of 15. No idea why.
    The thing with that is....They are not designed that way. Look at like Momo from MHA or Chad from Bleach. Those guys are NOT 15. Except they are. Because anime stories love fresh into highschool characters. They design adults, fully physiologically developed and usually fully formed out or jacked beyond belief, and then attach that age to them. I'd look the other way on those, as they design very obviously adult and sexually attractive characters and attach the arbitrary fictional age onto them. Its like the opposite of the loli vampire "who's totally not 6 she's actually 500" stereotype.
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from Vbucks in Fiction stories (age...)   
    I have to agree to a point. I don't like the thought of lewding children. People who go out of their way to knowingly lewd the idea of like, an 11 year old or something makes me uncomfortable. I get some loli art, because it tends to be vague. I can identify with a bit of it because I'm a 23 year old woman in a smol skinny bod, so I can understand how it can be moreso a body type. But when something, whether it be art or fiction, goes out of its way to be like "This person is 12, this is a lewd fiction about her" I steer away, I do a uturn on that highway.
    Omorashi.org does take a stance on things like art. If its very obviously a child, especially toddlercon, you know, MEANT to be a small child, we will take that shit down on the spot no question. My delete-hammer knows no mercy in that regard.
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    KozmoFox got a reaction from UrineLover1 in Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas.   
    Hi everyone! Its been awhile since I've posted anything in this section, but today being Christmas you all deserve a gift, and it just so happens that Christmas Eve brought alcohol. I tend to drink far too much whenever there's alcohol around, and I don't exactly handle myself well when drunk, and that brought two interesting situations last night given alcohol is a diuretic and all.
     
    So yeah, last night was Christmas Eve, and like most families, we had a get together here at home and partied a little. Gifts were exchanged, stories told, and many a drink consumed. In my case, throughout the course of the night I burned through an entire bottle of whiskey and almost a whole case of hard lemonade. Needless to say, I got pretty tipsy and stupid to the point that eventually I could barely walk and spent a lot of time laying on the floor laughing at stuff. Occasionally I managed to make it to my computer and rant in the IRC about god knows what, I can't remember, and message pretty much everyone I know to tell them they're awesome. But that's not what you're here for! I'm sure you can imagine that alcohol being a diuretic coupled with the fact that trying to walk from room to room felt like a level straight out of StarFox did not make for fun adventures to the bathroom...But yet again, my biggest enemy was once again my own terrible judgement.
     
    So, obligatory description phase. You know the basics, I'm tiny, anywhere between 5'5 and 5'9. I haven't been measured in years, but if I deliberately put it off I can give estimates like that, that make me sound taller than I actually am probably. Around 116 pounds, pale enough that I could probably blend in with the snow if we actually had any on the ground right now. Long black hair, and I'd like to think I look fairly decent when I put on my standard eyeliner and the like. This story will involve 2 outfits, but for most of the night I was wearing a black shirt that stops right above my belly button, a black and white striped buttonup overshirt (A favorite of mine) left unbuttoned, a pair of light gray jeans with a cute belt. I have a thing for cute and shiny belt buckles, in this case it was a heart. I also wore a santa hat, but that fell off at some point and went forgotten for the rest of the night.
     
    Anywho yes, I socialized, drank, drank some more, eventually devolved into being a cavewoman slurring around on the ground. It happens to me a lot. Needless to say, I eventually developed a rather pressing need to pee, but as is usually the case when I am drunk, I ignored it entirely because almost everything else in the world seems like a far more pressing matter. I recall the first time I actually noticed it as an urgent thing was when I was sitting on the floor in the living room playing my PS4 while trying to sing opera for some reason. I twisted in a certain way, and a drop fell out into my purple panties. It took me completely by surprise. I actually had to meditate on it for a second and focus on my bodily functions and was like, WELL I am certainly very desperate to pee, how did I not notice this? I stared at the stairs. Well...Kind of. My vision was swimming all over the place, so it was more like looking in the general direction of the stairs and mulling over the concept of them. Then a zombie attacked me on the game I had neglected to even look at for the last 20 seconds without pausing, and like a true drunk I COMPLETELY forgot the need I had just realized I had for perhaps the next 25 minutes before it violently reminded me I was there again.
     
    Midgame I shifted again and a dribble began. I didn't even notice it, but I began to feel warm and shifted again because it felt nice. The movement, naturally, caused me to suddenly violently spurt into my pants, the area between my legs gathering a sizable wet patch. Upon the feeling of momentary loss of control, I felt multiple things. Surprise, given I had forgotten about this, and a very sudden awareness that I could burst literally any second. The desperation I had somehow managed to ignore hit like a freight train. In that moment, it was like I had never needed to pee more. The moment I spurted I moaned VERY loudly, prompting my mother to poke in the room and give me a weird eye. I crossed my legs to hide the patch, waved at the tv and said something resembling "Zombeesh", to which she nodded in apparent understanding.
     
    It was at this point I became determined. I got to my feet somehow, and made my way up the stairs in a weird walk/crawling way, the people socializing in the kitchen next to the living room barely noticing. I dribbled more when I was going up I think. I can't say for sure, but I do remember the warmness being more apparent the more I moved. I made it to the top...
     
    ...And completely forgot why I was there and stumbled into my bedroom before sitting at the computer. I blinked a few times, typed some crap I don't remember into the IRC, and pondered my presence on the second floor of the house. I spurted badly again and suddenly remembered why...And just took it in. Being an omo enthusiast, the situation struck me and I became somewhat entranced and aroused. I felt the wet spot with my hand, which had grown into a very noticeable size. I vaguely remember humming lightly, an almost "mmm" sound and intentionally letting a few dribbles out to keep the warm lingering. I got a little TOO into it, because my back arched...Which pushed my belt and button into my abdomen. A very violent leak happened, spraying into my jeans with a hiss and I could feel my ass become very wet almost instantly. I shot forward and buried my hands between my legs with a noise probably sounding like a "Gah!" before remembering to appreciate the predicament I was in. I very obviously had to change now, very bad damage having been done. Go to bathroom. Change into pj's. Plans having been laid and focused on, I stood up...and fell right into my desk, bumping into my belly more. I propped myself up, slamming my hand on my desk and squealing as I felt my muscles start to fluctuate heavily, like my pelvic floor were teetering and about to drop any second. I kept my free hand buried between my legs as I tried to stand, tried to move, tried to hold, but it was too hard.
     
    A spray shot out. And another. I gasped and squeaked more as my pee began to warm my hand in bursts, the bursts rapidly coming closer together. My pants became damper in a larger, and larger margin each time, I could feel streams beginning to flow down my inner thighs...That's what caused the pelvic floor to quite literally drop. The moment I got my balance it just started coming off of me, and trying to clench it shut was like trying to lift a weight way too heavy for me. I yelled out a very loud cry as I felt my pee race down the insides of my legs, trailing behind me to soak my lower ass, and otherwise pour off of me to pitterpatter onto the floor. It just kept hissing, a prolonged pssssh as I constantly cried out, "AHH A-AH AAH" as if the yelling would help my now drenched hand stem the flow (It didn't.)
     
    I looked down and saw it spread across the front of my jeans, the sleeve of my overshirt also becoming warm and wet from its position between my legs. The insides and back of my legs finally became soaked to the bottom, getting eachother as well as the floor wet from my constant futile bouncing and rapidly shaking legs. A stream came off my ankle and made a small river. I bit down on my hand, realizing that all the yelling was probably a bad idea, and only let out muffled panicked mewls as I stood there unable to move, constantly gripping at my completely drenched hissing crotch and pressing my legs together, unable to keep myself from completely wetting my pants right down to the last drop.
     
    I stood there for a minute or two. Maybe more. Just taking it all in. I had many an emotion running through me at the time: fear, panic, relief, arousal, quite a bit of dizziness from alcohol if you can call that an emotion. I think I actually slapped something nonsensical into the IRC immediately afterward, something like "I peed oops." I pulled myself together enough to change into my pj's, some nice pink pj pants and an equally pink tank top, with some lighter red panties to finish off the ensemble. I stashed my wet clothes away so I could wash them the moment I had so much as a few minutes alone to throw them in the wash without their initial condition being seen, and wiped up the lake on my floor with a dirty towel I had used to shower earlier, and threw it in with the clothes. I was able to plan this much while bombed out of my mind. But my strife didn't end there!
     
    I got downstairs, and people were starting to leave. I gave goodbyes to the best of my ability, and sat down to game more (I am bad at social activities, but I was more than happy to chat games with anyone who came into the living room to investigate the zombie killing sounds of Dying Light.) Of course this only lasted as long as I could sit up. Drowsiness began to accompany the dizziness, and eventually playing the game even drunkenly was basically impossible. Mom came in and smacked me with a dish towel when I fell asleep on the floor with the controller in my hand, and I began the ridiculous process of wobbling my way back to my room. I fell right onto my mattress and that was that.
     
    Now we come into a dream. I was in some sort of place. A semi outdoor military base maybe? Something odd like that. I really needed to pee, so I looked around. Granted, I was basically alone, it seemed deserted so I could have just peed right there, but logic isn't a thing in dreams. After much desperate hobbling I ran into my 7th grade math teacher, whom I told "Miss, I really have to pee, reaaaaally badly right now, do you know where the bathroom is? Please?" And she just nodded in a teacherly way and nudged her head in a direction. I bounded over there immediately, and came face to face with a row of shower stalls, each with curtains. Not another soul to be found. For some reason I thought this was the best place, so I went in one and yanked the curtain behind me.
     
    At this point my desperation jumped to a ten, and I got that feeling like if you were sitting while desperate, and then stood up. You know, the gravity of everything in your abdomen dropping? But I was standing the whole time, which again I attribute to dream physics. Just know it made me leak. So I look down to undo the bluejeans I was wearing. It is then I discover I am wearing not one, not two, but three belts. They aren't my usual belts either with the cute buckles. Each buckle is a puzzle straight from "Keep talking and nobody explodes", if you know the game. Where my belt notches would normally be was an led timer literally built into the leather, counting down from a minute. Somehow I knew I had to get each belt undone before the timer was up. First I figured out a morse code one, the word was "pebble". The moment I unhooked it, I uncontrollably spurted into my jeans, creating a wet patch. The second belt had wires. With the wirecutter that magically appeared in my hand, I read through the manual that was on the shower wall for no reason and cut the proper wires, unhooking the buckle. I leak again, much worse this time, and let out a shriek as my inner thigh darkens down to almost the knee. The final buckle, is a word jumble. With 24 seconds left on the clock, I cannot figure out the solution for the life of me. I try to think but its almost impossible, my desperation is sooo bad, I just try to mull over words with those letters, all the while just saying to myself over and over, "I'm going to piss my pants, I'm going to piss my pants, I'm going to piss my pants..."
     
    I never did figure out the words. Right as the clock hit 1 second, the letters rearranged themselves into the words TIMES UP!
    The clock hit zero. My dream bladder, right on cue, feels like its contorting. Like its squeezing itself. I immediately hunch over, my hands and nails dig into my kneecaps. I cry out, yelling "Nooo don't make me pee my fucking pants please no!!" but there wasn't anything I could do about it. My bladder basically wrings itself out, and I have NO control. Its like I suddenly have the muscles of a 5 year old. I strain so hard and clench but it makes no difference, as my crotch and legs darken and shine, pee flowing out of me like a river. A loud hissing can be heard as it just runs down the back of my legs, no stopping it. My dream jeans barely contain it, and I can see several streams falling off me where the fabric is too saturated. I stare into my puddle and see my eyes. And then I wake up.
     
    The first thing I notice is that it's 3 am according to my clock. The second thing I notice is that I'm still basically hammered, because I can hardly move and the entire room is spinning like I'm about to be in the movie "Cube". The third thing I notice is that I am absolutely bursting. As in, I'm not about to burst, I already am bursting. My nether regions and ass are very warm and very damp, and I can feel the bed underneath me becoming warm. I realize that I'm wetting my cute pink pajama pants and panties, and my first reflex is to shoot right out of bed. Of course this is a terrible idea, as again, the room is spinning. I roll right out of bed and land on the floor, on my back, and for the life of me I CANNOT get up.
     
    This leads to my second accident of the night. I formulate the plan in my head. Stop the flow, stand up, go to the bathroom like a big girl. But none of those things ever happened. I'm on my back there on the floor, and I shove both hands down my bottoms and grip the outside of my now very wet panties. I let out a very sleepy and frustrated moan as I realize the impact did me in, my fingers and hands getting wetter and wetter as I leak and leak and leak. I keep groggily groaning things like "No, stop, please stop, nooo, stop peeing, I'm not peeing my pants nooo." In exactly the way you expect someone who's too drunk to know their environment would say it. I was basically on my back, and rolling from side to side like a stuck turtle, criss crossing my legs back and forth as my jammies got wetter and wetter. I try to sit up and that alone puts pressure on my bladder just enough to turn the leaks into a stream. I fall back on my back and begin whining and moaning as I clutch at my crotch from inside my pants, soaking my hands and arms, as I feel my pee seep through and pool on the floor under me, drenching my ass and making my pajama pants absolutely sopping, from pink to a red. It pools under my legs, and up under my back getting my tank top all wet too. I arch my back, moaning anxiously, hating how much I was loving the relief.
     
    Due to the arch I'm able to get a glance underneath me, and I can now hear the hissing coming from my pants, and it begins to stream straight from under my ass through the fabric onto the floor beneath it, and that sight just kills me in more ways than one. I lose ALL control and I become a human firehose, the hissing becoming so loud its almost deafening, and the sight of niagra falls and the feeling of sopping warmth when I plop back down into my puddle wakes me up and I become absolutely frantic, realizing fully that I am laying on my floor absolutely soaking myself. I start whining and panicking, my hands shooting everywhere they can grow, my eyes going wide as I keep muttering something along the lines of "no no no stop stop stop" but I just...can't. I push my hands into my crotch from the outside of my pants this time and the heat from my pee is just hot, in multiple ways of the word. I couldn't stop no matter how hard I clutched, pushed, wiggled my legs and soaking wet ass, it just poured out of me as I moaned and groaned like a panicked child.
     
    Eventually it stopped and I just laid there, in a huge puddle, just staring at the ceiling not believing I just pissed in my bed and on my floor in what were some of my favorite jammies. I actually ended up passing out there, due to the alcohol I'm assuming. I woke up later, finding I had kicked my pants halfway off in my sleep. I was soaked from almost head to toe. I threw the pants with the other clothes...I was freezing now, as the puddle had grown cold. I was feeling less drunken and a little queasy. I walked downstairs in my wet panties and tank top, knowing everyone was sound asleep and ate some lasagna while pondering whether alcohol was worth it anymore. Yes, a wetting at 3 am made me consider quitting drinking. I got back upstairs, took off the rest of my garments, grabbed my second shower in the last 24 hours, before cleaning up (again), throwing on a nightie and going back to sleep again. I had to pee again kinda by the time I got in the shower, because a whole case of hard lemonade and a quart of whiskey is a lot of liquid I assume, and I had yet to empty any of it anywhere that wasn't my clothes. So I peed in the shower to spite my dream. I peed in a shower successfully without a belt time bladder bomb. So ha.
     
    I woke up, had Christmas morning, got some sweet loot, visited family, had dinner, and had a great day overall. And first thing tomorrow morning when everyone's sleeping in, I've got a hefty, very damp load of laundry that I need to take care of. As per usual, I got away without being caught, and thinking back on it causes me to realize that it was all very hot in retrospect. Its hard to revel in it when you're panicking and trying not to do it, but looking back on it later is always rather fun.
     
    Anywho, I hope you all enjoy my latest mishap. I look forward to feedback! Feel free to leave a comment, shoot me a message, whatever <3
     
    I hope everyone had a great day! Merry Christmas!
     
    P.S No I'm not giving up alcohol I'm basically an alcoholic I ain't kidding myself.
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