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    Haburashi got a reaction from markgold92 in Night Walk   
    Hello boy's and girls'!
    I think I need to be more active here, so it's time for a little story! Since a few months ago, I moved to my own place. No parents or siblings who will annoy me. Don't get me wrong! I really love my family, but they can be really annoying. I had nearly no time for omo-fun, because they did my laundry and randomly burst into my room.
    But since I've been living for my own, I had so much time to fulfil my omo fantasies. But just peeing myself from time to time was nothing more like short fun and clean up. So here is the deal: I will tell you about my omo-experiences, so it's not just fun between me, my pants and my washing mashine.
    Today, I tried something more thrilling than peeing somewhere in my appartment. I had a long day writing stuff and later a friend joined me till 10PM. We had fun together, watching all kind of movies and drinking energy drinks and a beer. When he finally left, I felt a tingle in my bladder. I wasn't peeing since 8PM and we had a few drinks together. I glimpsed around my room. The trash can was overflowing and I haven't left my appartment today. So I thought to myself: Chug some water down and take the trash to the trash can. I took the trash, left my appartment, and going down the staircase. Some paper was taped on the front door. That wasn't there yesterday?! "Please close the door as quiet and slowly as possible!" was written on the paper. Yes! I always do that! The front door has an awkward closing mechanism. It's closing really slowly(And some kind of brake didn't allow you to move the door faster!), but after the last 2cm it's turning full speed warp-drive! So I closed the door as commanded and walking to the trash can. The trash can is somewhere around the city block, so I enjoyed the short walk. After I get rid of my trash, I realised my bladder really wanted relieve. But my Omo-corrupted brain said: No, we want to walk through the night, till the bladder cries and the nature receives.
    So I was walking and it was raining and my shoes were soaked, but some strange force kept me walking. After 30 minutes I realised, I will not get home without peeing. But...But I am shy! If I can't hold any longer I can still go into the bushes and pee there. Without peeing myself. But Omo-brain said: No, don't waste your pee. Go back home, but don't pee outside your clothes.
    So I was going back, but my bladder let out a small spurt! No! I need to get home dry! I speeded up a little and tried to concentrate on my bladder. I was breathing slowly and my hands moved to my crotch area. Wow. Don't do that, that's suspicious. I didn't know, where to put my hands and I started walking funny. Like a drunk guy. But I wasn't drunk. I just had to pee so badly! After a while I was spurting again. And again. Damn I need to get home quick!  The street lamps where showing a visible spot on my jeans.
    I regain a little control about my bladder again, but then I reached my home street. Something down there realised I am near my home, so I am near the toilet. I wasn't spurting anymore...I was leaking. Shit I need to hurry! There is the entrance of my block! And the cursed door. I fiddle out my keys and opened the door. And I was leaking while doing that. I hold the door and it felt like an eternity to finally close it! Rushing up the staircase, with a spurt every step I take. And finally, I get in my appartment. And all that pee was running down my pants.
    That was a nice feeling.
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    Haburashi got a reaction from j2319 in Share your Amateur Wetting Pictures or Videos   
    Just a quick leak by me. :)

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    Haburashi reacted to KozmoFox in Peed Myself Walking Home!!   
    Hi everyone! Its been a while since you've heard from me in this sub-forum eh? There's reasons for that, but with them I bring a gift; the gift of pee.   (SKIP THE NEXT FEW PARAGRAPHS IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT CONTEXT OR MY STUFF AND JUST WANT READ PEE GO GO GO)
    Firstly I should acknowledge the most recent Lotto. You know, the one from years ago that I was supposed to write and never did. I still plan to, because I'm stubborn. The issue has been that its been so long (hell, I've even moved in that time I'm pretty sure) that I hardly remember how it actually WENT when I did it and I write in a way that I attempt to be detailed. As a result I have tried multiple times to write it and have given up just about every time, but one day I'll push it out, mostly because it would bother the HELL out of me if I moved onto the next Lotto without writing it...and after what I'm about to tell you, I want to do another one. Some weird fire got lit under me yesterday, and its serving as a muse for this writing.
    Now, I should preface this by saying this is not a desperation story; if that's your thing I apologize in advance. There's a lot of weirdly specific context I need to explain for the following story to even make sense so bare with me just a while. Now, if you've been around long enough to know my work, something has probably become obvious to you by now. When I was a young adult, I was still young and pretty stupid. Most of my early experiences were caused by such a fact; when I was an 18 year old omo enthusiast, I cared very little for consequence over excitement, nor did I like planning. The accidents I used to have were barely "accidents" because they all tended to happen just because I always refused to go when I should have, because like you all, I have an omo kink. Take an irresponsible young adult, give them an omo kink, I'm sure you've all been there, why pee when you need to pee? This lead to many unfortunate situations for me that became presence defining writings for me on this website; hell, if I hadn't written them would I work here right now? I think about that a lot. I still hold the top post to ever be written on the forum.
    Why is this important? Well, because I'm not like that anymore. I haven't been for a long time. I'm 26 now, and I've been on this site through my whole adulthood, I've been with this community for my every grown-up hardship. I changed a fair bit in this time. As I "grew up" so to speak, "organic" pee incidents stopped happening. Its not like my bladder was getting particularly stronger, I just stopped being stupid and started caring about my social responsibility. Obviously, when I smartened the hell up, the organic material stopped happening. When the organic material stopped happening, I had nothing to write on this forum. This is the conundrum that spawned the idea of the Kozmo-Lotto's I wrote. If I wasn't just, spontaneously having accidents to write about (thank god I'm not), then I'd let the people decide what they'd be and I'd make it happen in a controlled manner and then write about it! Perfect!
    I consider the above to be context to how I am now. Just because I'm not writing about it, does not mean I do not have my own kinky fun with it. I am just not what you would call a "real time audience" person, at least not above crowds of like....maybe 3 at most. You'll never find me in the omorashi-chat channel on the discord, you'll never find me in the live-action-omorashi thread here. They're not my scene. I like to enjoy my pee in controlled relative solitude, at least as far as aware parties go. But the pee still happens! Its just never worth writing about until today.
    (HEY PEE SKIPPER, STOP SCROLLING AND START HERE)
    But Kozmo, even after all of that "context" we're still not on the story! I know! We get there when we get there!
    This leads up to one of the things I do to get my omo rocks off. Because things aren't as organic as they used to be like I was saying above, and there's essentially no way to force that truly without being stupid about it, I indulge my exhibitionistic and thrill seeking/adrenaline junkie tendencies by gambling with my pee, and I do it a lot, in a number of different ways. I have small really crappy games in which the state of my bladder hovers on the line, to put it simply. Yesterday one of those games went deliciously, thus my saying earlier that this does not actually involve desperation.
    I'll save you the description of all of my games, because I'll be here all day. What you need to know about the rules I was abiding yesterday:
    I'd have my dice roller app on hand During the walk home, at specific preplanned checkpoints, I would roll a d100. Different numbers meant different things. 1-79: No consequences, keep moving. 80-89: Feign a visible sign of desperation (a leg cross, a grab, a stop in tracks and 'clench', etc.) and immediately roll again during said feint. 90-99: Leak. 1 spurt on the first offence, 2 spurts worth on the second offense, on the third offense I must wet myself. So three cumulative leaks results in the loss of the "game." 100: Let go immediately, it does not matter how many leaks have been racked up. If my first roll is 100, then I will pee before I have so much as taken a step on this walk. I do not know what sort of odds this would make across say 10-15 checkpoints. I do not want to know. Knowing might ruin the fun.  
    Most "games" I play with my bladder nowadays take up a similar ruleset, just adapted to suit different activities, and some I'll even do with a full bladder to see if I can outlast my own "game." The game I'd chosen for this day, however, was specifically for my walk home after I take the bus home (on the days I take the bus home) from work. If that seems super risky, it is. If you're familiar with my work you know I love being super risky, I just love the risk however, not the thought of getting caught. A kink isn't worth ruining my social life, you know? So I NEVER want to be CAUGHT. Just the risk.
    This is why I did this on a rainy day with black yoga pants. ♥
     
    Which brings us to the description phase! Sound off with me if you already know most of the words. I'm average height of approximate determination (All these years and I always fib or be vague about my exact height just because it pisses off a lot of my friends on this forum; koz being schrodingers short is a running gag despite so many of them having seen me enough to probably make a very good guess), I'm really underweight fuck you covid I miss the gym  very slim, my hair is currently dyed a nice silver and getting rather long! I've been keeping it in a side-tail, pigtails, or just making it wavy at the ends. I've still got plenty of ink on my arms, legs, back, and chest; those don't go away. Still have a bunch of piercings, though admittedly not nearly as many as I used to have but still a few cool ones. Nose ring, belly button, smiley, ears, etc. I remember being told once that my lewder assets don't get played up but I basically can't: I'm not flat chested, but I can get there if I lay down and arch a little, not very big. I have a toned butt though, so that's something.
    As for what I was wearing, I was wearing a tank top under a very thin and long grey hoodie that can barely be called a sweater (one some discord folks might be familiar with, I showed it off recently), black yoga pants that are so black they're nearly shiny, plain grey panties and a white bra underneath it all. It was a cozy day, as most rainy days are. Yes, I am that basic ass sit-near-the-rain-with-tea-and-read bitch.
    As for the day itself, as I've remarked on forum more than once I've been a secretary for the last three years or so. Its a cozy job, I love doing it, I love my co-workers, I've lucked out essentially. My commute to my office basically changes from day to day based on my mood; for example, two days of the week I carpool to get there and I bus home. Some days I'll drive myself. Some days I'll bus just for the hell of it. That last one was what applied on this specific day; half of that commute is actually walking, I walk 15 minutes to take a 15 minute bus ride. I like the walking part a lot, especially on rainy days when I get to bust out my umbrella, which is yet another thing I did on this day.
    Now that we've set the stage and the appearances, lets get to the day itself.
    Upon getting off the bus I will let you know that I had to pee. Not badly by any means, but I would normally use the bathroom if I was going by one, you know what I mean? Enough to twinge and just twitch a little. And I have a decent capacity so the liquid amount was somewhat substantial, just not enough for me to be concerned with in a million years. It was just to make sure I actually had a lot of pee to pee. This, combined with the rules of the game, lets me essentially safely simulate public desperation and the unpredictability of it. As opposed to just filling myself up like I would have when younger and just doing it without caring, in this scenario at least if I roll a 100 I can wait for that person to walk by first, or whatever else to ensure that I am okay with whats happening. Makes sense, right?
    Either way, when my feet hit the sidewalk I rolled for the first time. Safe. I didn't memorize the safe numbers, you and I both know, Reader, that only 20 of them matter. I walked to the stoplight, rolled again. Safe. I crossed the street just fine, umbrella above my head and wireless headphones around my neck. My route home is essentially walking through the city center, I pass through the parking lot of a grocery store and multiple department stores and go behind all this capitalism in order to reach the neighborhood my apartment is in. There is a spot in the parking lot that essentially functions as another road with another cross walk that I have marked as one of my Checkpoints. Upon getting here, I rolled an 82. As the rules state, this requires a feigned sign of desperation, and an immediate second roll. I did an Ol' Reliable, and crossed my legs and bent slightly at the waist, watching cars go by and refuse to stop and let me pass. An innocuous desperation pose, not enough to draw much attention at all (other than the fact that I could feel my underwear riding past my waistband), but enough to know I'm deliberately doing it in the middle of this parking lot, and that in itself is heart racing.
    But not more than how from that position, my immediate second roll was a 96.
    As the rules state, that means spurt. So from my position, one leg over the other, slightly hunched at a crosswalk, I leaked into my pants as cars went by. A small, lightly streamed, one second psssh. I discreetly felt with my hand, and could feel the dampness had rode up my ass very slightly. While I'm essentially positive that this went completely unnoticed by the world, I could feel my face flushing and my heart racing. It was one of the more exhilarating bursts of warmth I'd had in years, but this is far from where things end.
    The details of the pathing do not particularly matter, but I was losing my mind. The second I had gotten a juicy roll, the "game" had become the most exciting thing on the entire planet to me, and I was walking faster and faster so I could be at each checkpoint ASAP. I went through three more,
    Crosswalk #3? Safe.
    Front of big store? Safe.
    Bottom of hill? Safe.
    Eventually, this lead me to a spot where I was beside the chain of department stores, directly to the side of one of the buildings actually, about to clear the corner to be behind it in yet another parking lot, but also the start of my neighborhood. This was also one of my Checkpoints. I pulled out my phone, opened the app, and hit the d100 button.
    100.
    I froze, my heart started BLASTING. According to the rules, 100 means I need to piss my pants right here, on this spot. I have "lost control" in my simulated "public desperation" scenario. Despite the fact that I'd only "leaked" once, I landed the one number that guarantees instant flooding. This is where the safety aspect of it comes in, because its not like this was an actual bladder burst where I had no control of the situation and would humiliate myself and have to move to utah or some other place no one cares about. This was a scenario where I could weigh my options, and I'd come prepared. I sat my black clad butt on the edge of a sidewalk near where I was standing, and pretended to be fiddling with my umbrella, as an excuse to hold its large blocking open presence in front of me. Clever right? It was also raining, and the sidewalk pavement and the pavement underneath it were already wet. I put my laptop bag to my side, basically boxing myself in.
    I let go, and found I was holding a decent bit more than I'd thought. The hissing from the unimpeded rush of liquid was super audible to me, and I could see it puddling underneath my ass and FLOODING between my legs, pouring off the edge of the sidewalk. It was a gusher, definitely helped by the fact that unlike usual, there was no attempt to stop it; I was actively pushing the urine out, peeing my pants as completely and intentionally as I could. It felt so warm in contrast to the cool and humidly rainy air. It felt like how thermal vision feels to watch, if that makes sense, the stark comfy warm contrast.
    Something happened at this moment, that (other than my raw excitement due to the whole thing) made me want to write this, but at the same time made me worry it might seem too outlandish. As I was sitting there, pissing myself, someone walked right past me, I shit you not. Someone taking the path I'd been taking home but in reverse essentially. As far as I know, he didn't even glance at me, his eyes didn't even flicker, pedestrians don't care. But holy shit, my heart stopped dead in my chest. The raw anxiety adding to my adrenaline rush was a downright absurd sensation in and of itself, despite the fact that it had meant nothing. I did not stop peeing myself for a moment during all of this, the floodgates had essentially been jammed open with a doorstop and nothing was stopping until it was finished. I even got some pee on the back of my hoodie due to my sitting position, I was partially on top of it. Long hoodie. You know how it is.
    Either way, I stood up from my mini lake and felt a single ounce of pressure left at the bottom of my tank, so I pushed it out, resulting in a small gusssh that sprayed out between my legs, spattered onto the pavement, and sent a stray stream behind my butt and down the back of my left thigh. Hearing the spray splatter was utter catharsis. I checked with my hand and I was absolutely sopping between the legs and basically my entire ass, with a bit of dirt on it too from sitting on the pavement. Luckily, my laptop bag hangs in front of my butt, and the yoga pants are dark black. There was no sign I'd done anything.  I was eager to get home and enjoy the fruits of my omo labor at this point, if you catch my drift.
    But I shit you NOT, it still does not end. This is about to sound like a Dane Cook comedy sketch, but I am 1000% serious. As I'm walking home, not even a full STREET after pissing my pants, a friend I hung out a lot with as a teenager but never see anymore pulled up next to me in their vehicle. Yes, I got hit with the ol' childhood friend. Deadass.
    Surprisingly, this did not hit nearly as hard as the random person walking by. I actually didn't even care. The act was done, and any and all possible damage to clothes or ground were and are completely obscured. If he'd offered me a ride the rest of the way I'd have to refuse on a principle I couldn't inform him of, but other than that, no concerns. We chatted a bit to catch up, despite my being still secretly soaked with my own piss. I grabbed his new number off him and promised to connect him with some other people we used to hang out with too, and we parted ways. I remember walking off with a mix of "Are you shitting me right now?" and just feeling super super happy about my day and still surprisingly warm on the butt and thighs. Everything went perfectly, as it could have, with 0 consequence, and I just overall had the best series of events. So despite being on hiatus for quite awhile, and despite this story having literally no desperation in it, I wanted to tell you guys about this so badly that I started writing this at 6 in the morning, the next day. It is now almost 9. Yeah, that's a three hour writing time, I'm also playing video games don't judge me.
     
    I hope you all enjoyed reading!!!! ♥♥ Its been such a long time since I've written anything that wasn't notes to a user report or support ticket, so hopefully I'm not too rusty on my writing ability? Do let me know!!
     
    If this is your first time reading my work, and you want to read more, perhaps with actual desperation in it preceding the accident, I will link the rest of my work below:
     
     
     
    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 Kozmo-Lotto's! Kozmo-Lotto IV is the highest rated post on the forum!
     
     
    Feel free to browse!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥
     
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    Haburashi reacted to KozmoFox in Pissed my Pants Twice, Once in a Crowded City! (The Zapdos Test: Challenge Gauntlet)   
    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.~
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    Sorry guys!! I failed you all...I couldn't hold any longer... 😫




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    Haburashi got a reaction from DaveGAZ in Live Action Omorashi   
    Sorry guys!! I failed you all...I couldn't hold any longer... 😫




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    Haburashi got a reaction from Selena Luna in Live Action Omorashi   
    Sorry guys!! I failed you all...I couldn't hold any longer... 😫




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    Haburashi got a reaction from Here4theFun in Live Action Omorashi   
    Well done! Welcome in the club of released bladders!
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    Haburashi got a reaction from JMatthews1995 in Live Action Omorashi   
    Sorry guys!! I failed you all...I couldn't hold any longer... 😫




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    Haburashi got a reaction from JMatthews1995 in Live Action Omorashi   
    Okay I might join you two!
    That's a good idea! 😄
     
    I am at a 5 right now.....Drinking water...
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    Haburashi got a reaction from Here4theFun in Live Action Omorashi   
    Maybe you should drink another glass of water... 🙃
    Maybe both of you!
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    Haburashi reacted to JMatthews1995 in Live Action Omorashi   
    Cute 😄 How long do you aim to hold for? I am drinking now Haburashi 😉
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    Haburashi got a reaction from littlerush in a series of errors   
    Ahh the secret deliberate dribble. One of the bravest and fun things to do! All the people around you, don't have a clue what you are doing there. I love it. 😀
    Pragmatically thinking, that was the best thing you could do! I love it. 😀
     
    I love it. 😀
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    Haburashi got a reaction from John_John in How did you get into OMO?   
    When I was young, I thought pee was such a gross thing. I just peed in the toilet at home. Non public restrooms or bushes. (Well I was really young...like 5/6 or something.)
     
    I was at my grandmothers place and she had a really small swimming pool for kids. Everyone was outside and I ran out of the water and told my grandma I have to pee. She told me, I can just do it here in the garden, because I am already naked. I was shocked because peeing was gross! But I did anyway and liked it.
    As I grow older I had a friend I always met. We played not far away from our block in a really small forest. (It wasn't a real forest, just a place, overgrown with trees and plants. Only kids could sneak in there.) It was our "club house" surrounded by trees. Everytime he had to pee, he just told me and peed somewhere. I felt something inside me. I want to pee there, too. Keeping it a dark secret.
    So the gross peeing thing, started to be interesting. It was a dark secret of mine, to do it at places other than a toilet.
    Years later, I was at a beach with my family. I always asked them, where the toilets were. But my mom just told me: "I don't know, do it in the water. I do it all the time"
    I was grossed out. Why is my family so disgusting? But I did it, and didn't told anyone. Just peeing through my bathing shorts. Than I thought to myself..."I can pee through my shorts, and no one would think I peed myself. I can do it in the dunes through my shorts!" So I went there, looked around, and I was peeing in the sand. It was really hard for me to do that. So much adrenaline went through me.
     
    My Omo Kink starts from that day.
     
    Now I think pee is lovely.
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    Haburashi reacted to Lydia0 in Pissing Anywhere I want to. (female)   
    I wrote this ages ago and found this in a docs file, and I didn't try very hard. It isn't entirely my idea, and in this story sex and omo (not much holding, just wetness) are very closely linked. If I get enough support I might write another chapter, or another story altogether if I get a good idea or recommendation from someone. I love the idea of being able to piss wherever I want and not having to clean anything up!
     
     
     
     
    Katie was just a normal girl, age 18. She was just wearing a tshirt and some tight jean shorts. It just turned summer break and she was walking through a thrift store when she saw a peculiar device. She thought it looked interesting, so she went through the check out and bought the item. It looked like it had some sort of microphone and button on it, somewhat like a voice recorder. She held it up to her lips, and said, “I wish I had one thousand dollars.” She felt a sort of bulge in her pocket and looked down. Inside her pocket, was 10 100 dollar bills! She felt so amazed! She went home to try out this new device and see what it was really capable of.
    She arrived at her house and sat down, just wondering what to do. She said into the device. “I wish I had my own house!” It seemed as if nothing happened, until she had an idea. She opened up her phone, and said, “Google, take me home.” Her phone started directing her across the street. She hopped in her car and went there! In her pocket, she found a key. She knew exactly what it was for. It fit the lock! The house looked absolutely beautiful, fully stocked with luxuries and furniture and food! It was completely empty except for her!
    She sat down on the couch she saw as she walked in. She suddenly felt the strong urge to pee. She was about to try to find a restroom, but then she sat back down. She really had to piss, but she had a few ideas. No one at all could see her, right? She thought about it for a second, and then she started to let out a small stream, until soon she was letting it all out full force into her pants. It felt so good to release all that piss onto herself, without even getting up. She sat back and relaxed onto the couch, still pissing full force. It was so warm and wet. She put her hand in her pants and started to touch herself, as she kept on pissing. The couch was absolutely covered. Her stream of piss went on for a really long time, until it slowed down and she let out the last bit of piss.
    She felt so relieved as she closed her eyes and just thought about how amazing that felt. She moved her legs around a bit in the enormous puddle of piss she was laying in. She then held the device up to her lips and said “I wish this couch was completely clean.” She suddenly felt the wet couch change from under her, and then it was all dry. Her pants and shirt were still absolutely soaked, but she almost liked it. She got up and closed all the windows, then she pretty much threw her clothes out onto the floor until she was completely naked. She loved the feeling! She went out to explore the rest out the house, without her clothes of course!
    There were three whole floors to herself. Floor one was where she was at, in the family room with a tv and a couch. There was also a kitchen, along with two more random rooms and a garage. Katie grabbed the whole jug of lemonade from the fridge and continued on. Floor two had three bedrooms and a bathroom, pfft, who the hell needs those? Floor three was pretty much just one room, but it looked like the ultimate area to just hang out all day. It had a nice big tv, a couch, a fridge, and a bed. Katie drank the whole gallon of lemonade by this point, so she just threw the trash across the room and jumped in bed. Her naked body felt so good against the sheets, she jumped under the covers and fell asleep instantly.
    She woke up a few hours later. It was about midnight, and she had to pee really badly. She got up to go to the restroom until she realized where she was. She jumped back under the covers. She had to pee so bad it burned. Katie tried to hold on to it to challenge herself, but she just couldn’t. It started to come out of her full force onto the bedsheets! She absolutely couldn’t resist moving her hand down toward her crotch and rubbing her pussy. She started to rub it faster, until she stuck one finger inside and then two. She was touching herself for six whole minutes as she was pissing full force onto the bed the whole time. She came so hard and squirted so much along with the piss on the bed. She went back to reality and opened her eyes. How in the world was she still pissing? She thought she must just be feeling things but she grabbed her crotch and piss was still coming out full force. Piss was almost spilling over the sides of the bed! She absolutely loved it, but she was amazed! This was way more than she drank! Still pissing, she got out of bed and stood up. She put her legs together and felt the warm piss flow across them and onto the carpet. She still felt very full, and it was so relieving to keep going. She layed down on the floor and just relaxed while the stream slowly stopped. Everything was absolutely soaked! She pissed for almost 10(it's not meant to be realistic) minutes! It felt so good!
    She jumped back in the bed and layed in the wet warm puddle of piss she created. Next to her bed was that device. She pressed the button and said, “I wish this mess was all cleaned up.” She felt the bed go from soaked to just like new and there was no longer a huge puddle of piss on the floor. She got up from bed and layed down on the couch, still completely naked from yesterday. She thought about how worried her parents must be, but she just told the device to make them not worried any more. She went to get her clothes, which were still on the floor and still soaked. She pressed the button on the device once more, and said “I wish my clothes were like new again.” She then put them back on.
    It felt so different having clothes on, she loved being naked but she couldn’t be like that in public. She was going to try to go to the store to buy some more things to add to her house, with the money the device gave her, but then she thought about something. What if she needed to use the restroom in public? She asked the device to give her a pack of diapers just her size! They then instantly appeared sitting on the table next to the door. She took her pants off, threw her her panties away and put one of the diapers on. It felt very comfy, so she put back on her shorts. She liked it way better than her panties. Katie wanted to try it out, so she sat back on the couch and gave herself a full bladder with the device. She could instantly feel the pressure from her bladder building up inside her, so she let it all flow out. It started out with a small stream until she was going full force in her diaper. It was so relieving to know that she never had to get up to go to the restroom, all she had to do was let it all out anywhere she wanted, and no one would know! She layed there for 2 minutes or so, just letting out all of her piss, yet her diaper was still completely dry on the outside.
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    Haburashi reacted to NiagraFalls in Wetting Dares [NEW]   
    oooh I REALLY like this dare... except can you name some other places besides a classroom?
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    Haburashi reacted to PeerPressure in Liquid Leg Warmers   
    Got another wetting tale for you all!!    This was yesterday's adventure.  If you want to skip over the buildup/background and get straight to the wetting, I suggest jumping to paragraph 4!
    It was one of those days.  You all know them.  The clouds heavily loomed overhead, weighing down the sky, the grayness weighing down everyone's mood.  To make matters worse, the October chill was hanging in the air.  It was a mediocre day at work, everyone's demeanor as drab as the day.  When I pulled into my apartment at the end of the day, I wanted some excitement to get my spirits up and my heart pounding.  My last pee-related excursion outside of the four walls that confine my apartment was my trek into the men's room just over a week ago.  I was long overdue.  At roughly 5:30PM, it was still too early to attempt another dash into the men's room (I'm not bold enough just yet to try it in daylight), and I didn't feel like waiting until nightfall to get my fun in.  I dragged myself out of my work clothes and looked through my closet for something a bit more appropriate for some incognito public wetting...something I hadn't yet checked off of my list.  Sure, I've peed while running, wet my bikini at the beach, done the classic duck behind a bush to relieve myself, and even almost gotten caught by a group of guys while watering a parking garage floor (a story for another time, perhaps?  ), but I'd never done any real, totally intentional, good ol' classic panty-wetting while walking around town.  What better time to give it a shot than when everything's already wet?  I could have as much fun as I wanted and nobody would have a clue!  I slipped into a nice, warm, gray sweater and pulled a totally weather-inappropriate black skirt over a pair of cheap pink panties, and I was all set!  Though I, very intentionally, hadn't urinated for the last few hours at work, I downed a few glasses of water for good measure and grabbed a bottle for the road.  I glanced out the window--only a very light drizzle.  Perfect.  I left my umbrella where it lay in my closet and stepped out into the chilly air.
    The cool air nipped at my legs, giving me goosebumps, but I smiled to myself, knowing that I would soon have the means to warm them back up.  I decided to make my way to some nearby shops to peruse any new holiday decorations they had on display.  It was surprisingly crowded in town for such a dismal day, a prospect that made me tingle with excitement and nervousness.  On occasion, I would stop at a store window and look in.  I could feel myself shaking.  No matter how many times I pee myself or experiment in some way with my urine, every new endeavor is practically like my first time, sending jolts of adrenaline through me and turning my stomach inside out.  The thrill was building, but the urge to relieve myself was developing more slowly than I anticipated.  Figuring I must be less hydrated than I initially thought, I nursed on my bottle.  Some time went by.  It was pushing 6:20 by the time my bladder alerted me to my need to seek out the facilities, a need that was joyously denied.  The drizzle was long finished by now, my brunette hair made sleek by a only faint layer of moisture.  I smiled at people as I passed them on the sidewalk, wondering what they would do if they knew the woman sweetly greeting them was about to pee all over herself in the middle of a relatively busy street.  6:30; the urge was growing rapidly now, as was the gnawing of hunger in my stomach.  It just so happened that, as an idea flourished in my mind, these two primal urges coincided wonderfully.
    I found a truck vendor selling burritos and decided to kill two birds with one stone.  Why not wet myself while ordering my meal?  A smirk snuck across my face as soon as the thought flashed through my mind--talking to some totally oblivious cashier with a trickle down my leg, soaking my legs and filling my shoes with warm splendor.  A surge of energy shot through me, electrifying my nerves, kicking my heart into overdrive.  I made my way over to the truck, my heart pounding in my throat, and took my place in line, taking note of all the people around and questioning if I should follow through.  "What's the worst that can happen?" I thought to myself, "Everything is already thoroughly drenched and besides, my legs could use a little extra warmth."  I waited for my turn and, at last, made my way to the window, trying to hide my trembling (and, at this point, reasonably-strong urge to empty the contents of my bladder).  As I was talking to the cashier, I began pushing.  The muscles refused to cooperate.  It was as if I had forgotten how to pee!  He said something to me, but I missed it, obviously distracted.  "Ma'am?" He questioned.  "I'm sorry," my attention snapped back to him, though I maintained some focus on getting the gears moving downstairs.  He repeated his question and I answered, my panties still bone-dry, but my bladder urging me to let go.  He stepped away for a minute, presumably to get my order ready.  I kept at it, trying to release the fluid.  As he came back to take my money, the first spurts of warm urine finally burst through, albeit briefly, instantly soaking into my panties.  I cracked a smile at this feat, and realizing I probably looked mental just smiling to myself, tried to play it cool like I was smiling at him.  With a bit more effort as I reached into my purse to get the money, I managed to release a bit more, most of it still caught in my panties.  The warm, wet, fabric stuck enticingly to my vulva.  I handed him a couple of bills, my hands visibly shaking.  He looked at me, concerned, and asked, "Are you alright, ma'am?"  I assured him everything was fine as my spurts, at last, broke into a stream.  The flood exited around the crotch of my panties as the warmth spread slightly up my butt.  I heard a faint pattering between my legs from some stray pee that had fallen from the center of my crotch.  I quickly jolted my legs together, directing all of the pee down my thighs.  I nervously looked around to see if anyone had noticed.  If they had, they pretended not to--most everyone with their eyes glued to their phones.  I could feel my face turning red hot as cascades of pee delivered life-giving warmth back to my chilly legs, finally and soaking into my socks.  He handed me my change and bid me a good evening, a courtesy I returned as I turned away, my liquid leg warmers still at work.  My shoes now squished with every step, drawing no attention, under the guise that I must've stepped into a puddle.  A few seconds later, as I unwrapped my burrito and took my first bites, the warm trickle from my urethra concluded at last.  I glanced down nonchalantly, my face still burning ferociously, even warmer than the wet, tingly, lady bits that lay beneath my skirt.  My legs were very obviously wet, but on a day like today, I figured nobody would second guess it.  This still didn't stop my heart from pounding relentlessly.
    I walked around a bit as I ate, the warmth of the pee that covered my legs sapping away into the cool evening air.  I spilled bits of my burrito in between drinks of water as I traipsed around a bit more.  Finally, even my crotch matched the damp chill of the air.  Not to fret, however, for by 7:00, my water consumption paid off and I was ready to go again!  I turned and made my way toward home, excitement still rushing through me as I replayed the puzzled look on the vendor's face, his oblivious nature as I casually peed all over my own legs right in front of him and even a line of other people!!  The thrill of such a taboo action, but everybody in complete ignorance!
    As I walked past the last few shops on the street, I looked at the people around me, smiling, and began pushing again.  Like before, it took effort (I guess after a lifetime of conditioning, it's not particularly easy to pee yourself in front of total strangers), but it came a bit more easily this time.  I nodded a cheerful greeting to a couple I passed as that familiar warmth flooded my panties yet again, overflowing and making its way downward.  I shook with a chill as the pee spread across my legs yet again, some of it spattering onto the ground, indistinguishable, to the uninformed eye, from my splashing steps.  Here came that shot of adrenaline again.  I almost wanted to jump for joy, and likely would have if it wouldn't have entailed showering my pee all over everything and drawing unnecessary attention to myself.  Inversely correlated with the level of fluid in my bladder, my level of excitement, if you get what I mean, increased as pee jet into my panties.  I wanted so badly to rub myself right there as I leaked, but refrained.  Again, the last few drops came to a sputtering end, the warm wetness clinging to my legs and, more pleasurably, my nether region .
    At last, as I arrived at the doorstep of my apartment, my legs, crotch, and butt were quite cold, heightening the sexual sensations as they glistened with moisture.  I hurriedly burst through my door, stripped out of my wet clothes, and made my way to a warm shower, reiterating the events of the evening over and over in my head.  You can be sure as heck I gave some special attention to my tingling anatomy as a reward for a fantastic close to an otherwise dreary day.  Finally, before shutting off the water, I had just enough pee to complete my newly-customary attempt to pee standing during every shower (and admittedly, sometimes when I'm just bored and not showering ).  It was a moderate success, though still not quite enough of one to attempt the toilet just yet.
    Hope you all enjoyed reading about this thrilling experience!  Until I finally manage to use a urinal, it's going to be challenging to find an experience that parallels this!
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    Haburashi reacted to PeerPressure in Watering the Trail--and My Legs! (My First Story Here!)   
    Hi everyone!  My name is Kaylee.  This is my first story here!  I did a brief post in the introduction section, but wanted to hit the ground running and put out a story (before I get cold feet and decided to never post hahaha)
    To start off, I love being active.  I run all the time and, given that good hydration is essential for running, it makes running a fantastic outlet for this...interest.  About a week ago, I took advantage of this opportunity during a late afternoon run.  I had been nursing some water bottles throughout the entire day to ensure my fluids were up and about 15 minutes before my run, downed an entire bottle.  I like to do a mixture of road and trail running, with the occasional track run if I want to work on speed.  I was feeling a little shy today (and was totally planning to wet even before I set out) so I opted for the trail run, expecting to run into fewer people.  Near my apartment is a beautiful network of trails through the woods, so I went there.  The run started off pretty normally.  I could still feel water sloshing around in my stomach, but I took it gently and all was well.  It was about 20 minutes into my run that my bladder started becoming uncomfortable.  At this point, I grinned to myself, getting excited about what I was planning to do.  A while back, I set aside a couple of running skirts and some ratty shoes specifically for days like this, in order to avoid making TOO much of a mess.  While I enjoy wetting, I'm still a bit too timid and prefer to keep it discrete, hence the skirt, and not trash my nice clothes/shoes, hence the ratty shoes.  Up and around the trails I dashed for another 5 or so minutes.  By now, I was really getting the urge, but I forced myself to carry on.  Time seemed to slow down as the pressure grew.  I kept looking at my watch after what felt like hours, but was only 30 seconds...1 minute...1:15...Finally, I hit 30 minutes into my run and I was absolutely bursting.  At this point, I was hardly running.  Each pound of my foot on the dirt trail sent shivers through my bladder, threatening to explode all over my insides and gush down my legs.  I was hunched over, attempting to plunge my hand into my crotch, as if that would help seal it shut.  In hindsight, it must've been a pretty comical sight.  My mind raced:   Should I find a tree to hide behind, pop a squat, and let loose?  No, too boring, I've done that loads of times.  Should I squat and leave a giant puddle in the middle of the trail?  Too risky, though the trails aren't heavily traveled, hikers and cyclists come through occasionally.  If I didn't make up my mind quickly, my bladder would decide for me.  Finally, a fun idea popped into my head.  I could keep running WHILE I peed.  Let the wonderful warmth flow down my legs, into my shoes, and onto the ground, leaving a thin trail of urine staining the trail behind me.  It was exciting and, thanks to my skirt, discrete enough that anyone passing by would never know!  With this idea, just in the nick of time, I stood up straight, looked around to make sure nobody was nearby--the coast was clear--and unleashed the flood gates.  I was a little surprised.  Despite how desperately I had to pee, and how, with each step I took, my bladder quivered with angst, there was a bit of a delay.  I'd never peed before while running, so a mental block was in the way.  Thankfully, the desperation won out, and a flood of warmth doused my panties, filling them almost immediately, and permitting a clear trickle down my leg.  What started as a trickle quickly became a stream.  My wet panties stuck to my lady bits as they dispelled pee.  Forgetting where I was and what I was doing, I let out a sigh (almost a yell if I'm being totally honest) of relief.  The pee that pooled in the crotch of my panties as I urinated began falling straight to the ground whenever it wasn't interrupted by the constant back and forth of my legs.  The warmth spread from my crotch and butt, down both of my thighs, soaking my calves, occasionally sprinkling off into the air as my feet kicked.  The flood quickly permeated my socks and my shoes and, before long, they let out a satisfying squish with every step.  I shivered and let out a laugh at the sensation.  It was really strange, but liberating, to be letting my bladder loose in mid-stride.  I looked down and marveled at just how much pee I had.  It felt like the glistening stream down my leg would never end, but alas, as all good things must, the flow came to a trickling halt.  I pushed a couple more times to free a few more spouts into my saturated panties and slowed my pace so I could look at the handiwork on the trail behind me.  Sure enough, it was faint, but I could see splatters of pee following me in the dirt.  I turned back around and continued my run.  As the wind blew against me, the warm panties that stuck to me began to cool, yet another wonderful sensation.  Things down there were unspeakably...excited.  It was around this time that I brushed my hand against the back of my skirt and realized that I accidentally soaked the bottom of it, as well!  Another 15 minutes into my run, and I was nearing the end, I was also feeling the urge to pee again.  It was much less urgent than before, but certainly enough to let loose before returning home.  I let it go, the heat of the pee rushing out and warming my lower region once again.  It was fairly tame this time, most of it being slowed by my panties, with only a bit escaping to slide down my leg--and a good thing, too.  At that moment, I rounded a corner and nearly jumped out of my skin as I almost collided with a cyclist--male.  He, assuming that my scare was due to our near collision and not recognizing that it was actually attributed to a 23 year old woman afraid that she was caught peeing herself, darted out of the way and vocalized an apology as he disappeared around the corner, as quickly as he had come.  As soon as my heart was fished out of my stomach, where it had fallen during the encounter, I let out a laugh as I thought to myself "That encounter scared the pee out of me!"--the trickle had finished when I jumped at seeing him.  Finally, the cooling sensation tickling my "downstairs", I came to the end of the trail and followed the road until my apartment was in sight.  Still thoroughly soaked as I got to the door, I tenderly stepped in, taking care to avoid any carpeted areas.  I made a beeline for the bathroom, where I took a refreshing shower, where I, of course, peed more (hey, a girl's gotta enjoy the fantasy of peeing standing up), and gave my lady bits a celebratory massage.
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    Haburashi reacted to PeerPressure in This Isn't Pool Water   
    Heyyy all!  It's been a while, so I figured I'd update you with one of my more exciting adventures of recent times!!    Per usual, if you just want the peeing and don't care about the build up, skip to paragraphs 3, 5, and 6!  
    Three or four days ago, after a long shift at work, I felt the urge to blow off some steam in an...unconventional...way .  As usual, I had been hydrating well throughout the day, but I knew I wanted to do something pee-related with my evening, so I didn't permit myself the customary restroom break before heading home.  The urge wasn't too bad when I finally barged through my front door and chucked my keys onto the table, but I knew it would be coming sooner than later.  Quickly, I darted to my room and stripped out of my outfit for the day.  I, in the midst of an embarrassing amount of horniness , briefly considered making a puddle as I stood nearly naked in the middle of the floor, but after a brief moment of hesitation, my lack of will to clean up the mess won out.  Instead, a different idea came over me and I shuffled through my drawers until I found my swimsuit, which I proceeded to don.  There's a fitness facility near my house, complete with indoor pool that I frequent, and I thought it might be fun to take my pee there.  Despite it being entirely too cold, I threw one of my running skirts over my bikini bottoms and compensated by wearing a heavy hoodie.  With that, I grabbed a spare set of clothes, downed the contents of my water bottle, refilled it, and set off!
    When I pulled into the gym parking lot fifteen minutes later, though I wasn't yet bursting, I could feel the urgency rising.  It was chilly enough to prevent anybody from hanging out in the parking lot, which worked in my favor.  Conversely to everyone else, I parked as far away from the doors as I could and grinned cheesily to myself.  As I enjoyed a few extra fleeting moments of warmth in my car, I chugged down my water bottle.  It was agonizing.  I could hear and feel the water sloshing in my stomach as I opened the door and rose to my feet.  The cool air nipped at my skin and I shivered as goosebumps developed.  I glanced about to ensure nobody was around.  The coast was clear.  It was time to warm up my legs .  I still have difficulty convincing my bladder to let me wet myself in public situations, so despite my rapidly-processing kidneys and active attempt to alleviate the ever-growing pressure, it took a bit of effort.  I loitered nonchalantly (Who am I kidding?  It was probably the most conspicuous thing in the world) by my car and tried to open the flood gates.  After several seconds that seemed to stretch into hours, the chill below was met by a spurt of warmth.  The first jet of pee seeped tantalizingly into my bikini bottoms, which pressed warmly against my lady bits.  With a little more coercing, the juices were finally flowing.  I shook with chills as cascades of warmth overflowed my swimsuit and began finding their way down my legs.  I subtly smiled to myself and began making my way, very slowly, for the gym door, a task which proved easier said than done.  It never fails to be an exhilarating, but extremely peculiar sensation to walk while gushes of pee pour out of my nether regions, drench my legs, and spatter to the ground.  As the pee reached my feet, it was swiftly wicked up by the fabric of my socks until one of my old, ratty shoes satisfyingly squelched with every step.  As I nervously glanced around to ensure there were no witnesses, I quietly admired the trail of drops and splatters that followed me to the door.  I had underestimated how badly I needed to relieve myself.  I was nearly to the gym before the last few drops found their way out.  My legs glistened with wetness.
    I checked in and made my way to the locker room, not garnering anything more than a brief glance in passing.  I was amazed at how oblivious people are to everything around them.  A grown 23-year-old woman just peed herself like a little girl, legs shimmering with wetness, yet nobody had a clue.  A sense of accomplishment welled inside me as I rounded the corner into the locker room and found a place to stash my effects.  It was weirdly empty for a weekday evening.  I shrugged it off, preoccupied with the pleasure of a wet patch hugging my crotch, and drank another quarter bottle before making my way out to the pool.
    I plunged into the water and began swimming.  I had perhaps gotten a little carried away with my fluid consumption.  Within 10 minutes, the urge was making itself known again.  There were a handful of people swimming, including one guy who seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes to himself (Or perhaps it was just a combination of my paranoia and an underlying desire for attention ), so I had to be discreet, but I was confident I could still get away with a little fun.  I gave it another 2-3 minutes before I finally surrendered to my bladder and climbed out of the pool.  I sat on one of the metal benches near the pool and prepared myself for round two.  As I dripped with pool water, I soon also dripped with urine, both of which mixed on the seat and found their way to the floor.  A surge of adrenaline shot through me and tangled up my innards as clear pee poured out of my bikini, unbeknown to any of the onlooking bystanders.  I tried, frivolously, to contain that I was trembling with excitement.  Thankfully, nobody seemed to acknowledge it.  The guy shot a glance over at me as I was going at full blast.  I shyly smiled and he quickly turned away.  I found it difficult to finish peeing.  With every "final" spurt, there seemed to be more to replenish it.  Finally, I gave up and rose from my seat.  The puddle I left behind was far more than feasible to pass as residual pool water dripping from a relatively small female.  I dove back into the pool and swam for a few minutes until the urge struck again.  In order to spread out the fun a little more, I stopped waiting for urgency.  I peed on the poolside, in the pool, while jumping in, while swimming underwater--it was amazing!!  At one point, I got out, faced the wall, and pulled my bikini to the side so I could admire the flow with my eyes as it saturated the floor and my butt.  Finally, when I'd had enough (and the urges finally weren't practically every five minutes), I made my way back to the locker room, laughing to myself that the poor guy had no idea how many times I'd peed with him watching me.
    In the locker room, I noted again that it was deserted.  One final devilish hoorah sprang to mind as I peeled off my wet swimsuit.  I was totally alone--nobody could stop me .  I had a little residual urine--not a ton, but enough.  I stood there, naked, in the middle of the locker room, closed my eyes, and let it flow.  I barely contained a childish giggle as pee splattered the floor beneath me and dripped down my legs one final time for the night.  It wasn't enough to leave an impressive puddle, but it was plenty to provide a thrill.  I quickly rinsed off in the shower, making great effort to not touch myself too much, threw on my dry clothes, and made my way home, glowing with excitement.
  22. Upvote
    Haburashi got a reaction from The Dark Wolf in Night Walk   
    Hello boy's and girls'!
    I think I need to be more active here, so it's time for a little story! Since a few months ago, I moved to my own place. No parents or siblings who will annoy me. Don't get me wrong! I really love my family, but they can be really annoying. I had nearly no time for omo-fun, because they did my laundry and randomly burst into my room.
    But since I've been living for my own, I had so much time to fulfil my omo fantasies. But just peeing myself from time to time was nothing more like short fun and clean up. So here is the deal: I will tell you about my omo-experiences, so it's not just fun between me, my pants and my washing mashine.
    Today, I tried something more thrilling than peeing somewhere in my appartment. I had a long day writing stuff and later a friend joined me till 10PM. We had fun together, watching all kind of movies and drinking energy drinks and a beer. When he finally left, I felt a tingle in my bladder. I wasn't peeing since 8PM and we had a few drinks together. I glimpsed around my room. The trash can was overflowing and I haven't left my appartment today. So I thought to myself: Chug some water down and take the trash to the trash can. I took the trash, left my appartment, and going down the staircase. Some paper was taped on the front door. That wasn't there yesterday?! "Please close the door as quiet and slowly as possible!" was written on the paper. Yes! I always do that! The front door has an awkward closing mechanism. It's closing really slowly(And some kind of brake didn't allow you to move the door faster!), but after the last 2cm it's turning full speed warp-drive! So I closed the door as commanded and walking to the trash can. The trash can is somewhere around the city block, so I enjoyed the short walk. After I get rid of my trash, I realised my bladder really wanted relieve. But my Omo-corrupted brain said: No, we want to walk through the night, till the bladder cries and the nature receives.
    So I was walking and it was raining and my shoes were soaked, but some strange force kept me walking. After 30 minutes I realised, I will not get home without peeing. But...But I am shy! If I can't hold any longer I can still go into the bushes and pee there. Without peeing myself. But Omo-brain said: No, don't waste your pee. Go back home, but don't pee outside your clothes.
    So I was going back, but my bladder let out a small spurt! No! I need to get home dry! I speeded up a little and tried to concentrate on my bladder. I was breathing slowly and my hands moved to my crotch area. Wow. Don't do that, that's suspicious. I didn't know, where to put my hands and I started walking funny. Like a drunk guy. But I wasn't drunk. I just had to pee so badly! After a while I was spurting again. And again. Damn I need to get home quick!  The street lamps where showing a visible spot on my jeans.
    I regain a little control about my bladder again, but then I reached my home street. Something down there realised I am near my home, so I am near the toilet. I wasn't spurting anymore...I was leaking. Shit I need to hurry! There is the entrance of my block! And the cursed door. I fiddle out my keys and opened the door. And I was leaking while doing that. I hold the door and it felt like an eternity to finally close it! Rushing up the staircase, with a spurt every step I take. And finally, I get in my appartment. And all that pee was running down my pants.
    That was a nice feeling.
  23. Upvote
    Haburashi got a reaction from WetAndMuddyFun in Night Walk   
    Hello boy's and girls'!
    I think I need to be more active here, so it's time for a little story! Since a few months ago, I moved to my own place. No parents or siblings who will annoy me. Don't get me wrong! I really love my family, but they can be really annoying. I had nearly no time for omo-fun, because they did my laundry and randomly burst into my room.
    But since I've been living for my own, I had so much time to fulfil my omo fantasies. But just peeing myself from time to time was nothing more like short fun and clean up. So here is the deal: I will tell you about my omo-experiences, so it's not just fun between me, my pants and my washing mashine.
    Today, I tried something more thrilling than peeing somewhere in my appartment. I had a long day writing stuff and later a friend joined me till 10PM. We had fun together, watching all kind of movies and drinking energy drinks and a beer. When he finally left, I felt a tingle in my bladder. I wasn't peeing since 8PM and we had a few drinks together. I glimpsed around my room. The trash can was overflowing and I haven't left my appartment today. So I thought to myself: Chug some water down and take the trash to the trash can. I took the trash, left my appartment, and going down the staircase. Some paper was taped on the front door. That wasn't there yesterday?! "Please close the door as quiet and slowly as possible!" was written on the paper. Yes! I always do that! The front door has an awkward closing mechanism. It's closing really slowly(And some kind of brake didn't allow you to move the door faster!), but after the last 2cm it's turning full speed warp-drive! So I closed the door as commanded and walking to the trash can. The trash can is somewhere around the city block, so I enjoyed the short walk. After I get rid of my trash, I realised my bladder really wanted relieve. But my Omo-corrupted brain said: No, we want to walk through the night, till the bladder cries and the nature receives.
    So I was walking and it was raining and my shoes were soaked, but some strange force kept me walking. After 30 minutes I realised, I will not get home without peeing. But...But I am shy! If I can't hold any longer I can still go into the bushes and pee there. Without peeing myself. But Omo-brain said: No, don't waste your pee. Go back home, but don't pee outside your clothes.
    So I was going back, but my bladder let out a small spurt! No! I need to get home dry! I speeded up a little and tried to concentrate on my bladder. I was breathing slowly and my hands moved to my crotch area. Wow. Don't do that, that's suspicious. I didn't know, where to put my hands and I started walking funny. Like a drunk guy. But I wasn't drunk. I just had to pee so badly! After a while I was spurting again. And again. Damn I need to get home quick!  The street lamps where showing a visible spot on my jeans.
    I regain a little control about my bladder again, but then I reached my home street. Something down there realised I am near my home, so I am near the toilet. I wasn't spurting anymore...I was leaking. Shit I need to hurry! There is the entrance of my block! And the cursed door. I fiddle out my keys and opened the door. And I was leaking while doing that. I hold the door and it felt like an eternity to finally close it! Rushing up the staircase, with a spurt every step I take. And finally, I get in my appartment. And all that pee was running down my pants.
    That was a nice feeling.
  24. Upvote
    Haburashi got a reaction from Dunney in Night Walk   
    Hello boy's and girls'!
    I think I need to be more active here, so it's time for a little story! Since a few months ago, I moved to my own place. No parents or siblings who will annoy me. Don't get me wrong! I really love my family, but they can be really annoying. I had nearly no time for omo-fun, because they did my laundry and randomly burst into my room.
    But since I've been living for my own, I had so much time to fulfil my omo fantasies. But just peeing myself from time to time was nothing more like short fun and clean up. So here is the deal: I will tell you about my omo-experiences, so it's not just fun between me, my pants and my washing mashine.
    Today, I tried something more thrilling than peeing somewhere in my appartment. I had a long day writing stuff and later a friend joined me till 10PM. We had fun together, watching all kind of movies and drinking energy drinks and a beer. When he finally left, I felt a tingle in my bladder. I wasn't peeing since 8PM and we had a few drinks together. I glimpsed around my room. The trash can was overflowing and I haven't left my appartment today. So I thought to myself: Chug some water down and take the trash to the trash can. I took the trash, left my appartment, and going down the staircase. Some paper was taped on the front door. That wasn't there yesterday?! "Please close the door as quiet and slowly as possible!" was written on the paper. Yes! I always do that! The front door has an awkward closing mechanism. It's closing really slowly(And some kind of brake didn't allow you to move the door faster!), but after the last 2cm it's turning full speed warp-drive! So I closed the door as commanded and walking to the trash can. The trash can is somewhere around the city block, so I enjoyed the short walk. After I get rid of my trash, I realised my bladder really wanted relieve. But my Omo-corrupted brain said: No, we want to walk through the night, till the bladder cries and the nature receives.
    So I was walking and it was raining and my shoes were soaked, but some strange force kept me walking. After 30 minutes I realised, I will not get home without peeing. But...But I am shy! If I can't hold any longer I can still go into the bushes and pee there. Without peeing myself. But Omo-brain said: No, don't waste your pee. Go back home, but don't pee outside your clothes.
    So I was going back, but my bladder let out a small spurt! No! I need to get home dry! I speeded up a little and tried to concentrate on my bladder. I was breathing slowly and my hands moved to my crotch area. Wow. Don't do that, that's suspicious. I didn't know, where to put my hands and I started walking funny. Like a drunk guy. But I wasn't drunk. I just had to pee so badly! After a while I was spurting again. And again. Damn I need to get home quick!  The street lamps where showing a visible spot on my jeans.
    I regain a little control about my bladder again, but then I reached my home street. Something down there realised I am near my home, so I am near the toilet. I wasn't spurting anymore...I was leaking. Shit I need to hurry! There is the entrance of my block! And the cursed door. I fiddle out my keys and opened the door. And I was leaking while doing that. I hold the door and it felt like an eternity to finally close it! Rushing up the staircase, with a spurt every step I take. And finally, I get in my appartment. And all that pee was running down my pants.
    That was a nice feeling.
  25. Upvote
    Haburashi got a reaction from james07s in Night Walk   
    Hello boy's and girls'!
    I think I need to be more active here, so it's time for a little story! Since a few months ago, I moved to my own place. No parents or siblings who will annoy me. Don't get me wrong! I really love my family, but they can be really annoying. I had nearly no time for omo-fun, because they did my laundry and randomly burst into my room.
    But since I've been living for my own, I had so much time to fulfil my omo fantasies. But just peeing myself from time to time was nothing more like short fun and clean up. So here is the deal: I will tell you about my omo-experiences, so it's not just fun between me, my pants and my washing mashine.
    Today, I tried something more thrilling than peeing somewhere in my appartment. I had a long day writing stuff and later a friend joined me till 10PM. We had fun together, watching all kind of movies and drinking energy drinks and a beer. When he finally left, I felt a tingle in my bladder. I wasn't peeing since 8PM and we had a few drinks together. I glimpsed around my room. The trash can was overflowing and I haven't left my appartment today. So I thought to myself: Chug some water down and take the trash to the trash can. I took the trash, left my appartment, and going down the staircase. Some paper was taped on the front door. That wasn't there yesterday?! "Please close the door as quiet and slowly as possible!" was written on the paper. Yes! I always do that! The front door has an awkward closing mechanism. It's closing really slowly(And some kind of brake didn't allow you to move the door faster!), but after the last 2cm it's turning full speed warp-drive! So I closed the door as commanded and walking to the trash can. The trash can is somewhere around the city block, so I enjoyed the short walk. After I get rid of my trash, I realised my bladder really wanted relieve. But my Omo-corrupted brain said: No, we want to walk through the night, till the bladder cries and the nature receives.
    So I was walking and it was raining and my shoes were soaked, but some strange force kept me walking. After 30 minutes I realised, I will not get home without peeing. But...But I am shy! If I can't hold any longer I can still go into the bushes and pee there. Without peeing myself. But Omo-brain said: No, don't waste your pee. Go back home, but don't pee outside your clothes.
    So I was going back, but my bladder let out a small spurt! No! I need to get home dry! I speeded up a little and tried to concentrate on my bladder. I was breathing slowly and my hands moved to my crotch area. Wow. Don't do that, that's suspicious. I didn't know, where to put my hands and I started walking funny. Like a drunk guy. But I wasn't drunk. I just had to pee so badly! After a while I was spurting again. And again. Damn I need to get home quick!  The street lamps where showing a visible spot on my jeans.
    I regain a little control about my bladder again, but then I reached my home street. Something down there realised I am near my home, so I am near the toilet. I wasn't spurting anymore...I was leaking. Shit I need to hurry! There is the entrance of my block! And the cursed door. I fiddle out my keys and opened the door. And I was leaking while doing that. I hold the door and it felt like an eternity to finally close it! Rushing up the staircase, with a spurt every step I take. And finally, I get in my appartment. And all that pee was running down my pants.
    That was a nice feeling.
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