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Amomonya

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    Amomonya reacted to Chevrolet for a blog entry, Story 1: Road Trippin'   
    It's a cool, overcast October morning. My '88 Cadillac Brougham is parked on the shoulder of the 411. I'm sitting on the hood, flipping through my phone. The reception here is kind of crappy, so I can't do all that much. After answering a couple texts from a friend, I hear rustling from the woods to my right. Lindsey pops out, still doing up the belt on her jeans.

    "Did you make it?" I ask.

    "Barely." 

    I turn off my phone and slip it into my pocket. "You do this to yourself, you know."

    She rolls her eyes. "Oh, come on! Don't do this again."

    We get back into the car. I start the motor and merge back onto the 411. "No, you do do this to yourself. Every time we go on a long drive, I tell you: Don't drink a bunch of stuff before we go. Don't get a refill even though it's a better deal. Don't drink two coffees for breakfast. And you tell me you won't. But we haven't even been driving an hour and you're already practically pissing yourself."

    "I didn't piss myself, you dick!" 

    I speed up to pass a tractor trailer. "I know, but Christ. I don't want to have to stop every 45 minutes so you can go to the bathroom. What did you drink before I picked you up?"

    "Nothing!"

    "That's a lie and you know it."

    Lindsey looks away from me and out the window. "A mug of coffee and a glass of water," She says in the same way an eight-year-old admits to eating the last of the Oreo cookies.
    "Which mug?"

    "...The one with the honeybees on it." Which was the biggest one she owned, of course.

    I put my hand on my forehead. "Every time, man! Every time!"

    "I was sleepy! And thirsty! I needed coffee!"

    "But then why the water?!"

    "I just wanted it, ok?"

    We pass by a big blue sign that says "REST AREA 1 KILOMETER". Haha! If only we had known. She hates having to pop a squat.

    "Oh, hey, look!" I exclaim.

    She punches my arm, not hard enough to hurt. "Shut up!" I bite my lip and try not to laugh.

    I keep driving. Eventually, Lindsey starts to close her eyes and drift off to sleep. The seats in my car are a lot more comfortable than the ones in her Mitsubishi, and she is definitely not used to this level of comfort. After a few more minutes, she's out cold, even after drinking that coffee.

    15 minutes pass, then 30. I get off the highway for a minute to stop at a Flying J. I top off my gas tank, then go inside to pay for it. I grab a coffee while I'm in there and some Reese cups for Lindsey. I know she likes those. While I'm there, I use the bathroom. I probably could have waited longer, but I may as well while I'm here.

    I get back to the Cadillac and Lindsey is still out cold. I consider waking her up, but she's snuggled under a blanket and I'd feel bad waking her early. I let her rest. 

    Traffic was still flowing nicely as I merged back onto the highway. I expected worse on a Friday morning, but we were probably far enough from any major cities that it wouldn't be an issue. I turn on the radio and settle on a nice and quiet local talk station where two gentlemen are discussing some bullshit about an appliance store somewhere. It's exactly the type of pointless chatter that keeps me focused on the road, and besides, I don't want to wake Lindsey with loud music.

    After another 30 minutes or so, she starts to wake up again. I hear her yawn. "How long was I out for?"

    "I dunno. An hour, maybe a bit more."

    She stares ahead for a second, then looks uncomfortable.

    "I have to pee again."

    "Really?"

    "Yeah." She nods. "Bad."

    I grip the steering wheel tight. Goddamnit. 

    "Okay, look. There's another rest stop in 15 kilometers or so. Can you hold it that long?" I look over. Her legs are pressed firmly together and she's wiggling her feet around on the floor of the car. I can tell it's gonna be a close one.

    "I think I can." Lindsey says, with absolutely no confidence.

    "Can you at least sit on a towel or something?"

    "What? I"m not going to piss myself in your car! I don-"

    "Listen," I interrupt. "Cloth seats absorb liquids really easily." I look over and make eye contact. "Any liquids. And I don't want to have to deep-clean my seats for the second time this summer."

    She looks annoyed, but understands. Lindsey reaches into the back seat and grabs a beach towel, folds it up, then puts it down on her chair and sits back down.

    "Thank you. I'm sorry, you just know I love this car, and the chemicals I'd need t-"

    "Just get me to a bathroom." I can hear the desperation in her voice. Oh boy. I give the 350 engine some gas and pass a slow-moving cement truck.

    I can hear Lindsey tapping her feet on the floor. I reach over and finish the last of my crappy Flying J coffee, crush the cup in my hand, then toss it into the backseat.

    "What the hell?!" Lindsey looks at me, infuriated. What did I do? Maybe she wanted a coffee too?

    "What?"

    "I could have gone in that cup!" That thought had never even occurred to me.

    "You would have done that?"

    "...I gotta go." Good grief. She wasn't even willing to do that last time. I mean, I also didn't want an open container of piss inside my nice, cleanly-upholstered car. But just the fact that she was now willing to consider that as an option... I wiped the sweat off my brow. Another blue sign: REST STOP 5 KILOMETERS. Lindsey whimpers as she sees it.

    I need to distract her somehow. "I bought you some Reese's cups."

    "Why in the name of God are you talking about Reese's cups right now?!"

    Hmph. "If you're gonna be mean to me you don't get any." I reach into the centre console and pick them up.

    "I never said that!" She reaches over and grabs the arm holding them. I yank my arm back, moving her towards me. She doesn't expect this and lets out a yelp. Lindsey immediately shoves her hand into her crotch and presses her legs together.

    "Oh shit, are you ok? Did I hurt you? Did you ju-"

    "No! I didn't! Shut up!" Followed up a second later by "...It was just a drop." I feel bad for the poor girl, she's practically on the verge of tears. She has to pee so bad it hurts.

    Finally, we're in the home stretch. One more kilometer and we're there. I'm starting to think we're in the clear until...

    "Pull over."

    "But w-"

    "Pull over! I'm not gonna make it!"  Lindsey is in full panic mode. I look over and the shoulder of the road is lined with bright orange road cones and various pieces of construction equipment. Oh shit, we're in a construction zone. Which means..

    "I can't pull over! You have to make it!" I'm panicking now too. I floor it, and thirty seconds later I see the turnoff for the rest stop. I cut across a lane of traffic, go as fast as I can down the entrance of the rest stop and park as close as I can to the entrance. "We made it!"

    Lindsey gives me a look of utter shock. I can hear what sounds like water being poured.

    "I'm peeing..!" She blurts out.

    Oh shit. I panic more than she does.

    "Aagh! Get out! Get in there! Run! Run!"

    Lindsey throws open the door and gets out, exposing a noticeable wet patch on the seat of her jeans. It doesn't look new, either. Has she been leaking?

    She doesn't bother to close the door and starts moving as fast as she can towards the entrance. Pee starts flowing down Lindsey's legs as soon as she stands up. Before she's even out of the parking lot it's reached her shoes and begins to leave a trail behind her wherever she goes. Wow. She disappears behind the entrance to the bathroom and I am left to wonder. 

    I step out, stretch my legs, and walk over to the vending machines. I think I'll buy some Ritz crackers. I grab my crackers and head to the trunk of the car. I go into Lindsey's bag and grab another pair of pants, some socks, a pair of purple panties and her sandals. I throw it all into a Dollar Tree bag and sit down on the hood with it, eating my Ritz.

    A minute passes, then a few more. I eye the trail Lindsey left behind her, questioning why this event has made me feel more aroused than it should. Finally, after about 5 minutes, she emerges, with pants slightly wetter than when she went in. When Lindsey gets to the car I just give her a big hug and hand her the bag. She looks to be on the verge of tears.

    10 minutes later she's all changed, with new pants on and with her mood somewhat improved. Her wet pants are tied up in the grocery bag in the trunk.

    We get back in the car and I give her another hug. "Nobody will ever know. I promise."

    "Thank you. I'm sorry."

    "Don't be. It's okay. It's over now."

    We get back on the highway yet again. I think to myself for another minute.

    "...Is it weird that I found that kind of hot?" I ask.

    "Yes."

    "Alright, sorry."

    "Don't be. We'll talk about that some other time."
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    Amomonya reacted to Kyuu for a blog entry, A public safety announcement regarding Omorashi servers on Discord   
    A public safety announcement regarding Omorashi servers on Discord‚ĄĘ
    Hello everyone!
    This is not something we normally ever do as we dislike being involved in any community drama, but recently we have noticed some disturbing facts regarding some larger Omorashi/Pee fetish themed servers on Discord that we believe others in the community deserve to be made aware of as well.
    A few weeks ago, a specific server hit our radar when reports came in of a member of posting that they were planning to try and attack the OmoOrg Discord.

    While we promptly intervened in this matter and nothing ultimately came of this threat, it did bring our attention to the servers other activities.
    Over time, we also became aware that they were spreading some rather.. odd conspiracy theories regarding the state of OmoOrg, mentioning things such as "the OmoOrg admin planning to take legal action against the OmoOrg Discord".
    https://www.omorashi.org/profile/1-maki/?status=24378&type=status
    Considering I am both the admin of the forums and the Discord, I think it's safe to say there's no chance I am taking legal action against myself for anything. Please be careful that you do not fall for random unsubstantiated rumors like this. If you have any concerns regarding OmoOrg, we are here to help, just reach out to us. We are happy to help clarify any misunderstandings like this.
     
    Shortly after this, more members of our community came forward with reports of some other concerning actions members of this server have engaged in. Most notably, some of the high ranking members of this server managed to perform a hostile takeover of another Omorashi themed Discord server. It's also worth nothing that this Discord which they took over has openly advertised allowing minors ages 14 and up to join on Discord server directories,





    Though the administration of Pisscord denies having any involvement in this, the owner of the server seems to have joined this server shortly after the takeover and banning of its original owner. Shortly after this, the owner of this server promoted the member that performed this takeover to moderator status on their own server.
    So now the administration of this server is knowingly involved with the takeover of a server that is a potential breeding ground for groomers by allowing underage minors into a kink space that should be strictly 18+. 
     
    In an attempt to allow the administrator of the Pisscord server to defend themselves and make sure they were aware of all of this, we reached out to them for comment and were shortly after banned.




     
    We only bring this to your attention as one of these servers boasts a relatively high member count on public directories, and we want to ensure you are careful and informed before you decide to join servers like this.
    I want to be very clear that this post is in no way advocating you to join these servers just to troll or anything else. If we find out / get reports that members of our servers have been engaging in attacks against other servers, regardless of the reason, we will ban your account. Threats or targeted harassment are never acceptable, regardless of the reason or motivation.
    Just please be careful getting involved with servers that could be potentially harboring minors.
    Be safe out there, and have fun!
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