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  1. Ondinist

    Valerie 22 - Paris

    Léa was sitting in the kitchen of her mother's flat in Neuilly, a prosperous and rather genteel suburb of Paris, sipping black coffee but ignoring the half-eaten croissant that lay on her plate. It was Saturday morning, a week after her return from London, and she was feeling at a low ebb despite the bright sunshine of a cold, crisp November day. She had two days of dull boredom to look forward to before she returned to her lycée and the relentless teasing of the clique of girls who had persecuted her throughout her school life. It had, of course, never occurred to her that the group was now actually jealous of her for being singled out to attend a high-powered mathematics seminar, for making a week-long trip to London unaccompanied, for the publicly delivered praise she had received from her professeurs for the positive impression she had made on the Imperial College staff and, most unforgivably of all, for returning looking far more poised, self-confident and chic than the timid little mouse they were used to disparaging so easily. Léa had even started to attract approving looks from some of the boys in the school. For Léa the worst thing of all was that her relationship with Daniel, the boy she had met at the seminar and who had seemed so nice and kind, was over before it could even be said to have started. He had emailed her soon after her return to Paris, wanting to arrange an opportunity for them to meet up again but after much reflection and heartache, she had replied a couple of days ago to explain about her susceptibility to wetting accidents and to say that for this reason it was best that they did not see each other again. That night she had cried herself to sleep. Since then she had heard nothing from Daniel - silence. He might at least have said goodbye, she thought. ------------ The door intercom buzzed. A moment later her mother called out "Léa, there is an English boy outside who wants to see you. Do you want to speak with him? Shall I allow him to come up?" Puzzled, Léa replied "I'll go down and see who it is." She walked down the communal staircase and opened the front door to the apartments. There, standing on the steps and holding an enormous bouquet of flowers, was Daniel. "I thought it would be better if we talked face to face" he said. "I hope you don't mind." ------------ Daniel had arrived on the overnight coach from London and was due to return the same way that night. He had never visited Paris before so Léa decided to give him on a one-day tour of the city's most famous sights. They started by taking the Métro to Hôtel de Ville and braving the icy wind as they walked across the Pont d'Arcole to Notre Dame cathedral. After admiring the Gothic interior they had taken the rooftop tour, laughing as they photographed each other among the gargoyles that leered out over the city. Concerned to hear that Daniel had had nothing to eat for 24 hours apart from a rather stale cheese roll at the coach station in London last night, Léa proposed an early lunch. They found a small restaurant in the Île de la Cité and when they were seated in a snug corner Daniel returned to the subject of Léa's email. "You were extraordinarily brave to write so honestly about what must be a difficult subject for you. I wanted to explain, face to face, that for me it doesn't matter at all. Although we've only known each other for a few days I already know that I'm in love with you - I've never been more certain of anything in my life. "And since you have been so open with me, let me be honest in return and tell you something that embarrasses me when I think about it. "The night after the symposium ended I dreamed of you. You were lying beside me, half asleep, and you were wetting the bed. The strange part for me is that was the most erotic thing I have ever imagined. At that moment I wanted you so badly. And don't forget that this was long before you told me about your - problem - so I had no particular reason then to associate you with wetting accidents." Léa's eyes grew round. "When did you say you had this dream?" she asked. "Oh please don't be offended!" Daniel stammered. "I - I only told you because I want you to believe me when I say that if you wet yourself sometimes it wouldn't put me off....I don't want you to think I'm weird or something...." His voice tailed off. "No, I'm not offended - not at all. I just want to know exactly when you had the dream." "It was that Friday morning a week ago, just as I was waking up. About seven, I suppose it would have been." "Because the truly bizarre thing is" said Léa slowly "I did wet the bed that Friday morning. I'd slept very deeply all night and I was in that unreal state between being asleep and awake when everything is completely relaxed. My body just let go. I was horrified when I realised what I was doing because I was staying with my friend Valérie in her London flat. Fortunately for me, she was very kind about it. "And I don't wet my bed very often - not more than once a year or so - so that's quite a coincidence. If it is a coincidence." They looked at each other in astonishment. After a moment, Daniel reached across the table and took Léa's hand in his. "So" he said, looking deep into her eyes. "Will you allow me to be your boyfriend?" ------------ After lunch they walked hand in hand across the Pont au Double and picked up one of the glass-topped riverboat shuttles for a ride along the Seine. Léa pointed out the sights of Paris as they passed and they eventually disembarked at the foot of the Eiffel Tower. "Wow - its huge!" said Daniel, gazing up. "Let's go to the top!" Excitedly he led the way to the ticket kiosk. Like many Parisians, Léa had never been up the tower and she was not at all sure she wanted to do so now but she didn't want to spoil Daniel's evident enjoyment of the city - her city. She secretly hoped there would be an impossibly long queue but, this being lunchtime in France, they found they would only need to wait about thirty minutes Daniel bought them hot coffees to help counter the cold wind. Léa wondered if she should take the precaution of going to the lavatory beforehand but they had both used the restaurant's toilet only an hour ago and she told herself that she couldn't really need to go again so soon afterwards. It was just imagination....wasn't it? They crowded into the lift for the first and second levels. Léa was disconcerted by the massive girders flashing past the windows and by the way the lift floor adjusted to keep the car horizontal as it climbed the splayed leg of the tower. Her heart was racing but she managed to stay outwardly calm. They spilled out on to the busy second floor with its restaurants and gift shops and joined another queue for the long ascent up the spine of the tower to the top. This much smaller lift car was even more crowded and Léa and Daniel were huddled close to the glass side, watching the rooftops of Paris slowly recede below them. Léa started to panic. "I don't like this!" she whispered to Daniel. He put his arms protectively around her and held her close. "Its OK, he murmured. Can't be much further now." The lift slowed, the view disappeared and the doors opened on to the narrow platform at the top of the tower, open to the elements apart from a balustrade topped by a cage to protect the suicidal and the terminally stupid. When Léa felt the whole tower rocking slightly in the wind she almost wet herself. She clung to Daniel's arm and squeezed her legs tightly together. "You really aren't happy up here, are you?" Daniel asked with concern. Silently she shook her head. He led her straight back to the lift doors. There were people waiting but they were able to get in to the next lift down. Léa brushed away a tear. "I'm sorry" she murmured, looking away from him out of the window. "Those tickets were expensive and I've spoilt the whole thing." Daniel turned her around to face him and kissed her gently on the forehead. She looked sorrowfully up at him. Tenderly, he wiped away a tear from her other cheek and gave her another gentle kiss, this time on the lips. Once back on the ground they walked hand in hand across the Pont d'Iena to the Trocadéro gardens. On the far bank of the Seine the Eiffel Tower stood magnificent in the autumn sunshine. Daniel put his arm round Léa's slim waist, drawing her close to him as they gazed back at one of the most romantic views anywhere on the planet. Eventually, she broke the silence. "I'm never going to go up that bloody thing again!" ------------ From the Trocadéro they walked up the broad, tree-lined avenue to the Bois de Boulogne, the forest remnant that now forms a huge park on the western side of the city, just south of Léa's mother's Neuilly flat. Léa's need for a pee was increasing by the minute. There are plenty of public lavatories on the streets of Paris but almost all of them are sanisettes, automated pods that Léa's claustrophobia would never allow her to use. She would rather wet herself - and occasionally did. They entered the park close to the the Lac Inférieur and Daniel suggested hiring a rowing boat. By now, Léa was preoccupied by how badly she needed to pee but she felt ashamed of herself for curtailing their Eiffel Tower visit so, without protest, she stepped delicately in to the boat and sat in the stern. Daniel clambered in, sat down facing her and picked up the oars. He rowed her slowly round the lake's central island, looking at the lovely creature opposite him in her warm jumper and heavy winter skirt, her scarf wrapped stylishly round her neck. She was crossing and re-crossing her legs restlessly and he was surprised to see that what he had taken for thick tights were actually thigh-high socks with a glimpse of white briefs between them. He wondered what she was thinking as she gazed out at the beautiful scenery. She was, in fact, thinking how cold it was getting and wondering whether they would get back to land before she soaked her knickers, her skirt and the boat's seat. Mercifully for Léa, they did make it back before disaster struck. Even then, despite Daniel's steadying hand, she almost lost control when she stood up in the swaying boat and stepped on to the landing stage. They set off on a narrow path that Léa knew would eventually bring them out of the park close to her home. When they had gone a short distance into the woods, she stopped walking and looked around to make sure that nobody was in sight apart from Daniel. "I'm sorry" she said "but I need to pee desperately and I'm not going to get home before I wet my culotte. I'd rather do it here, out of sight, than have a public accident on the street where I live." She stepped on to the grass beside the path, spread her legs wide and let go. Daniel watched as a stream appeared beneath her skirt and pattered on to the ground between her parted feet. When she eventually finished, Léa came up close to Daniel and said apologetically "You did say you wouldn't mind...." By way of answer he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. She felt him hard against her. "Are you going to do that every time I wet myself?" she asked with a smile. "Oh, I expect so!" "In that case maybe I'll do it more often" she murmured, looking up at him with a naughty girl expression. He gave her another long, passionate kiss. "I think we'd better get back to the flat now" Léa said, disentangling herself and resuming their walk. "Mother insists you have dinner with us before you travel back to London tonight. I think she approves of you. Arriving with flowers is definitely her idea of how things should be done." Despite the rapidly cooling wetness between her legs, Léa felt happier than she had been for many years. She had wet herself in front of Daniel and it didn't matter. Even better, he liked it! Smiling up at him she said "If I'm going to have accidents-on-purpose just for you, I must buy myself some nice little culottes - do you say panties in English?" "British girls call them knickers" he replied, not really caring what she called them as long as he was there when she was wetting them. "Panties is more American. But as you're French you can choose for yourself." "You're so kind!" she replied with a mock curtsy. "Panties, then. It sounds prettier." They emerged from the park and walked up the street towards Léa's mother's flat. Turning a corner they came face to face with two of her tormentors from school. The expressions on their faces when they saw her hand in hand with Daniel was something that Léa would treasure for a long time to come.
  2. DsGSilver

    The Contagion

    "I suppose it would be pretty be fair to say that, by the time the apocalypse came, nobody was really surprised. The first outbreak was the Green Scare back in 2013, where a sudden, violent mania suddenly took control of a small town in South Carolina, driving all of the residents insane. In a panic, the Office of Disease Analysis was created to isolate and neutralize the cause. And they succeeded. ODA prevailed when everyone else thought the zombie apocalypse was upon us. In 2015, another epidemic arose in Georgia, much more resilient than the first. ODA once again responded and terminated the threat. In 2016, Louisiana was struck. Amid the panic, ODA began to expand its power, creating new sub-organizations such as the Public Health Commission and the Ministry of Epidemiology. Don’t let the professional names fool you, these were tyrannical parties, bent on containing the infection and exterminating the infected. The rest of the world watched with bated breath, all were terrified of the spreading disease, now ominously known only as “the Contagion”. Then, in late 2016, an outbreak erupted in the UK. That was all it took to blow the house of cards over. Nations everywhere shut down their harbors and airports, fearing they, too, might suffer an outbreak. It is 2018, now. Over the last 2 years, outbreaks have gone from being a yearly occurrence to being monthly, and now only weekly. People have become isolated and paranoid, and ODA is losing control of the situation. There is a lot to know about ODA, the Contagion, the crumbling world around us, but our story has a more humble beginning to it. Our story begins with a small group of three people whose evacuation didn’t quite go to plan…" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to my interactive story, The Contagion! A terrible plague has ravaged the land, and begun the zombie apocalypse that every gun nut has always dreamed of. There’s just a few points that I want to cover before we can truly begin: 1. This story will be told from the perspective of 1 of 3 characters, and you guys get to decide who that is. While every character will remain in the party, and they will still have accidents, you will only be able to fully control a single character. There will be times when the perspective temporarily shifts to a different character, and there may even be times when the option to completely permanently change perspective is available. 2. This story will feature a main male character who is subject to accidents, along with 2 females. More characters may join the party as it progresses. 3. This story will absolutely feature messing. A lot of it. 4. This story will most likely wind up considerably darker than most others that I’ve written. Characters will get hurt, do bad things, and be put in very horrible situations. 5. And lastly, just to add some risk and unpredictability, the results of a lot of the actions you guys select will be determined via d20 roll. Not all, but a lot. With all of that out of the way, let’s introduce our cast. Leo Taylor Bio: The younger brother of Grace Taylor. His quiet, reserved speech on top of a decisively unimpressive stature and musculature makes Leo the last person anyone would expect to survive any kind of disaster. Despite his physical shortcomings, Leo has managed to survive thanks to his shortness, speed, agility, and quick wit. He always manages to find some way out of any trouble that comes his way. Though the thought of being alone terrifies him, both Grace and Angela know that he’s likely the only one of them who could survive alone. Appearance + Equipment: Leo is younger than his companions, being only 17. He is short for his age. He has light skin and shaggy, messy brown hair. Currently, he wears a green hoodie and some blue jeans. He possesses a small pistol, some ammunition, and a combat knife. Continence: Bladder control - Low, prone to leaking. Bowel control - Medium low. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Low, he will lose control easily. While Leo may always find or invent a way out of dangerous situations, he hasn’t yet discovered a way to do so without needing a change of pants. Being the timid, nervous sort of person he is, he’s always had a little trouble keeping his bowels and bladder under control. After the apocalypse, this has manifested itself in him being too shy to ask his companions to stop for a bathroom break, along with him being pretty easily scared to the point of leaking, if not flat out voiding himself in his clothes. Grace Taylor Bio: The elder sister of Leo. Grace is a respected and admired individual. Prior to the end of the world, she was a police officer, and one with a stunning record. Talented, intelligent, and strong, she was very well suited for her line of work. Evidently, she was pretty well suited for the apocalypse, too. Granted, a whole lot of her survival knowledge comes from video games and movies, but it’s served her well enough so far. Appearance + Equipment: She is 25. Similar to her brother, Grace has light skin and brown hair, though hers is kept tied in a small ponytail. She is fairly tall, and fairly fit. Currently, she wears an unbuttoned blue shirt on top of a white tee shirt, and dark blue jeans. She also wears an old, gray baseball cap that she’s owned for many years. She is the most well-armed of the group, carrying a bolt action rifle and her police handgun. She also carries a police baton. Continence: Bladder control - High Bowel control - Medium Fear/Stress Tolerance - Mixed, fear is high, stress is low. Details are below. Grace is no stranger to terrifying and dangerous situations, considering her line of work. Undoubtedly, during the early days of her career, the more intense conundrums saw her pissing or soiling her pants, but those days are long past. However, Grace has always had stomach problems, ever since she was a kid. Today, performing exceptionally strenuous physical activity will often cause her bowels to leak, or even totally empty. Angela Blake Bio: While she is unrelated to the Taylor siblings, Angela has been a close friend to both of them for many years. Before the apocalypse, she was a librarian. Like Leo, she is not the type of person you might expect to see outlive everyone else in a disaster. And, well, you wouldn’t really be wrong to think that way. Angela is not a skilled fighter or survivalist. At all. She has survived mostly by doing whatever Grace tells her. She is, however, fairly good at keeping the others going. She is decently skilled at mending clothes and wounds. She is also an excellent cook and organizer, so she is generally left in charge of supplies. Even beyond those skills, though, she is simply a very charming and optimistic person, and is usually able to inspire her friends to keep going, no matter what. Appearance + Equipment: She is 23. She has pale white skin, due to all the time she spends indoors. Her hair is black, perfectly straight, and stretches down to her back. Currently, she wears a light pink sweater and a long purple skirt that reaches nearly to her ankles. A slim pair of glasses adorns her face. She is equipped with a small revolver and a switchblade. Generally speaking, she carries their supplies, due to her skill at managing them, unless an item proves too heavy. Continence: Bladder control - Really low. Bowel control - High. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Extremely low. Angela has somewhat of a weak bladder, and it’s always been a bit of a problem for her. Scary movies or games, Halloween haunted houses, even just startling pranks, all of them had a tendency to leave her slightly damp. When the end of days rolled around, Angela found it nearly impossible to keep herself dry. Curiously, however, neither Grace nor Leo have ever seen her shit herself, nor even mention the need to relieve herself. For whatever reason, despite her weak bladder, her bowels are stronger than anyone’s. Which character will you control? A). Leo Taylor B). Grace Taylor C). Angela Blake
  3. ILoveOmorashi

    Fatima's Anguish

    Oh, I need to make water so badly! Princess Fatima didn’t exactly know how long she had been newly imprisoned in the dungeon, but it was long enough to make her urgently need to urinate. Unfortunately, she could not attend to her need as she was shackled to the wall by her wrists. She did know how exactly she got here, however. She had been on a heavily guarded caravan to Baghdad to be married to Prince Abdul, the son of the city’s sultan. Her father the Caliph had arranged the marriage as an attempt to foster better relations with the rival Abbasid Caliphate. While the caravan was in the middle of the desert, it made a stop as Fatima desperately needed to urinate. Shortly after she finished going behind a sand dune, the caravan was set upon by desert brigands, or that’s what they appeared to be at first. Fatima watched in horror as the caravan was overrun and everyone else---slave and soldier alike---was put to the sword. But when she tried to run away, one of the brigands came up from behind her and hit her in the back of the head with the pommel of his scimitar, rendering her unconscious. She later briefly woke up in a semi-conscious state and was dimly aware that she was being carried. When she came up to, she found herself chained up in this dungeon. She wondered who it was that abducted her as it didn’t look like she was in any brigand hideout. Shortly afterward, a rough-looking guard came in and shoved a pitcher of water in her face. She was so thirsty that she didn’t say anything as he briefly unshackled one hand so she could gulp it all down. Soon it went to her bladder and worse yet, no one else came in the dungeon again for several more hours. Fatima moaned and pressed her knees together. She longed to take off her baggy silk trousers and empty her bladder into the wooden bucket that was placed cruelly at the other end of the dungeon. She knew it was haram to mention her need to relieve herself to strange men, but if she didn’t get the attention of anyone else outside soon, she was afraid she would wet herself. Just then, the iron door opened and two guards stepped in along with an extravagantly-dressed, handsome man in his early 20’s. Fatima was shocked to see that it was Prince Ahmed of Gaza. Fatima knew that Ahmed was always smitten with her, but she never reciprocated it, for she also was aware of his unscrupulous reputation (fortunately, her father was aware as well, so there would be no arranged marriage in the future). However, she never considered that he would be brazen enough to do something like this. “How are you doing this afternoon, my pretty?” Ahmed said, grinning lecherously. Ignoring her bladder, Fatima responded with haughty defiance. “How dare you abduct a family member of the Fatimid Caliphate? My father will have your head!” Ahmed laughed. “And what will that doddering old lump of camel dung do to me if he doesn’t know where you are, let alone that I’m responsible? My men made sure one of your guards was left alive to get news back to Cairo. As far as anyone will know, you were taken by brigands. Even my father doesn’t know you’re here!” The Sultan of Gaza had grown senile and was rarely seen anymore, thus leaving his son as de facto ruler. Ahmed then noticed her trembling, dancing legs with amusement. “Ah, you need to piss, I see.” Fatima’s face turned red with embarrassment, appalled at his vulgarity. “Well, maybe you’ll get to do that when you agree to be my wife without that stubbornness. I prefer spirit in my stallions, not my women. I’ll be back in another four hours.” He laughed again and turned around and walked out. “Hey, wait!” Fatima called out after him, but it was too late. Fatima continued to fidget in despair. Her need to urinate was a white-hot agony now and she felt there was no way she could make it till then. She hadn’t wet herself since she was three years old and she didn’t want to now. There was nothing she could do except try and not to think about it. Miraculously, she was able to do so as the minutes and hours crawled agonizingly by. Just as he said, Ahmed came back. “Have you changed your mind yet?” he asked as he yet again put on his lecherous, sadistic grin. Fatima didn’t care about haram anymore. She had to go NOW. “P-Please, PLEASE unchain me, I really need to pass water, please!” Fatima begged, close to tears. Her legs were involuntarily dancing furiously in place. “I’ll be yours and I’ll do whatever you want, please l…” “And how do I know you’re just telling me what I want to hear so you can urinate?” Ahmed said, clearly enjoying her agony. His two guards also laughed. “Maybe I’ll leave you here overnight until you’re sincere.” “PLEASE, I need to….” Then Fatima just couldn’t hold on any longer. “Oh, no, no, NO, NO, NO!!!” She began to cry as urine seemed to explode into her trousers and flooded down her legs. An enormous puddle formed at her feet and the spattering sound echoed off the walls of the dungeon. Ahmed and the guards and stared at the amount of liquid that came out of her with amazement, then they started to laugh. Fatima ignored them as she hung her head down and sobbed with humiliation. She hoped her father would figure out what happened soon.
  4. Authors Note: This story is obviously exaggerated and has numerous elements of fiction. But this fictional account is the only possible way that I can describe my most surreal of intimate experiences. This is my first and only time successfully sharing/experiencing my interest in omorashi with another human being in an intimate way. The dialogue for the most part is from an actual event that this fictional story is based off of. Warning: the first part will be very, very tame, the proceeding parts will have the good stuff. PART 1 During the day, I gamed. Alone, the hours were eaten away by clicks and strokes on my keyboard. Instances barraged my foes while my eyes stayed glued to the monitor. How much easier I thought, these worlds where social interactions are quantified not by emotions, but by numbers. But I was alone, and as evening came I yearned to some degree for social interaction. I met my friends at a local dive bar where we usually sit outside, smoking, drinking, and listening to each other’s small talk. I usually enjoy these conversations but sometimes I just get introverted and retreat inward, alienating myself from the conversation. And I guess somewhere during the evening my eyes blanked and my head went to the clouds. “Michael, what’s wrong?” My friend Maya asked concerned. “Nothing” I answered. “Then why don’t you have your happy face on?” Maya teased. I looked at myself in the reflection of my beer glass. I saw my grimacing look of discontent but with my eyes so curious beaming back at me. Seeing my expression made me feel a wondrous melancholy that seemed so foreign with a weird sense of déjà vu. I looked at Maya and said with the same expression ingrained on my face, my eyes radiating with melancholy “This is my happy face!” After a slight pause, everyone at the table laughed and I even had to crack a smile. “That was a pretty good Cristina Ricci face” Ryan, Maya’s brother said. Everyone gave Ryan a confused look, not sure what he meant. “Come on, you guys have seen that meme, that one with Christina Ricci from the Adam’s family movie making that face?” Ryan protested in disbelief. He finally pulled the meme up on his Phone, sporting Wednesday Adams making the same face I had with the caption “This is my Happy Face” Everyone quickly agreed that I had basically mimicked the meme. I shrugged my shoulders, “I must have stolen that line from Wednesday. I love that movie, probably one of the best movies of all time,” I admitted. I joined back in the discussion, but soon the chatter became a haze to my ears and I met Maya’s eyes. We both could tell that the other was over the scene, and without speaking a word we left together. Once in my car, we decided to go to Chipotle since neither one of us had eaten dinner yet. We each ordered Burrito’s and took a seat at a table. Maya is a very intelligent, well spoken, and a very witty girl, but she is also very weird and off socially, but in a good way. She has no real issue being very graphic, crude, or brash especially with me. And so now that we were not in earshot of her brother or our more judgmental friends, she told me about how she just loves getting her butt hole licked and how her most recent intimate engagement (she’s very promiscuous) had given her the best rim job ever. Too say the least, I couldn’t help laugh at her imitations and descriptions of her intimate passion for butt hole licking. She soon got so ridiculous, that I just couldn’t look at her in the face without almost crying with laughter, so I gazed out across the restaurant as she continued to talk up an obscene storm. As my stare caught the patrons in line, I saw a figure with black hair and eye’s that… well, eyes that I noticed. I looked closer into her eyes, seeing what I knew all too well, but everything else about her was reminiscent of something that I once knew or forgot, something peculiar that I wanted to remember. She sat down with her tortilla bowl close to the trash bins. I was sure that she knew I was watching her, but for whatever reason I just couldn’t get my eyes off her. After sometime, my stare must have been too piercing. She looked up and met my gaze as my burrito ripped apart in my hand, spilling the contents on my tray. I looked down at my mess but then quickly back up at her. She half smiled at me but turned her gaze down at her food. I soon became desperate to talk to her, but my body and mouth were locked up in a nervous insecurity. I was caught up in a weird array of emotion, desire, and lust that boggled my mind like nothing I had ever experienced before. Maya stopped her rambling, noticing that my attention had shifted to someone else; she followed my gaze and quickly realized who had captured my attention. “Michael, what the fuck? That’s fucking Christina Ricci.” Maya exclaimed somehow in a whisper. “What, no its not.” “No, it fucking is!!! I watch Pan Am like all the time, I would recognize her anywhere. I swear Michael, it is” Maya insisted. I looked at her and definitely recognized the similarity, but it seemed too coincidental. I mean we were in Newport which is close enough to LA to be possible, but... I couldn’t believe that it was really her, it would just be too surreal I thought. “Um, I don’t know Maya, she looks the part, but what the hell, we are at chipotle. What the fuck would she be doing her?” I said somewhat distraught. “Um eating? (laughs) You have to go talk to her!” Maya said slightly laughing. I definitely had a strong desire too, but I didn’t want to admit it to Maya for whatever reason. “You go talk to her!” I said defensively. Maya just laughed as I sat there not sure that I had the courage to approach her… I wasn’t even sure that I should. After some time, I got up to throw away my burrito mound, I accidentally created on my trey. As I began to walk over, she got up and quickly threw her half eaten tortilla bowl away. Yet she lingered, or it seemed to me that she waited. I stared down at the linoleum as I put my hand behind my head, rubbing and frizzing my hair. It will be fine, you’re fine, she will know, you seem.. fine, I thought. Straightening up, I walked over quickly, she turns to me. We both stop still as our gazes create an awkward void that draws me closer while also creating this strong instinct in my being to escape. I breath out heavily, then mumbling nervously far too loud, “aww, umm, thi-s, a, a this, this is my happy face!” I force my previously made face stare at her, reflecting all my melancholy, yet my eyes; our glance continues to create this awkward ambiance that pulls me closer still to her. My stare drives deeper into her. She for a moment mimics the same look. But then quickly breaks into a smiles and giggles, her body swaying, hands and fingers thick into her hair, with her head bent down, her body angled to the side she looks back as she says, “That, (laughs), that was, so… that was so bad, so awkward” Taking her hand out of her hair, she straightens her body up and turns her pose completely toward me smiling with a sort of warm inviting grace and finishes with, “That was so bad, it was hot”, she says slightly giggling. But then she quickly looks back down angling her body slightly askew. With that moment I felt encouraged, I wouldn’t let it go. I felt less alone and so… well I decided to pursue her, to what end or rather what was my end game… I didn’t know, but I was determined. I stared up at her and raised my hand and asked, “High Five?” She laughed and weakly put up her hand and gave me a high five with a slight giggle. I then asked her, “Did you ever watch Land Before Time?” She smiled, responding, “Yeah, that cartoon with the dinosaurs?” “Yeah, that show changed my life, I really related to Little Foot.” I said. She covered her face and laughed before giving me a warm look that had elements of slight confusion. “I always really liked Ducky, she was my favorite.” She stated tittering and swaying on her feet, she swayed with a smile, but then seemed to get overwhelmed with the situation and turned to leave, but I quickly asked, “Did you ever wet your bed?” She turned back around and with curiosity beaming from her eyes freckled with hints of desire, but her expression gave a look of suspicion. She coolly stated, “Yeah, I used to wet my bed a lot.” My eyes and face lite up with the response and I responded, “That’s hot!” Her face became riddled with confusion and excitement, “What? Why!?!” I shrugged my shoulders and plainly said, “It just is, I guess.” She paused with a contorted smile on her face but her eyes were a fire with a strange excitement, “That’s so gross!” She then turned to leave, but after taking a step, she looked back at me over her shoulder with a cute grin. She turned back around nervously giggling and asked, “Wait? What was your name?” PART 2 (Coming Soon)
  5. heartfulwarm

    From my game

    Hello, I'm working on a fantasy game that I'm making and I wanted to share this with you. It's basically a wetting animation for whenever the women wet themselves in game. This particular character pictured is pending, meaning that she may or may not be in the game. I'm somewhat satisfied with the result except for the puddle. Messing content is below, some in combination with wetting. I can post more pictures, since I got other if anyone wants more angles and views.
  6. A NEW TOILET IN THE HOUSE (NOTE! The following stories will be a bit different from what has been requested! I just want to make sure i took the idea from somewhere on this site!) A couple from New Zealand found their toilet to be broken and they decided it's time to buy a new one but tomorrow cause it's too late(10:30 p.m.) so they will go shopping tomorrow in the morning. Actually, the boy was the only one who went shopping cause his gf is an oversleeper and he wanted to avoid the long lines or queues so he woke up early. When she finally woke up, she saw her bf with the new toilet, but the toilet looked unusual to her as it's a new high technology toilet. It can talk,it can clean itself,the toilet seat can be up and down depends on your vocal message, that means whenever you say flush the toilet, it flushes by itself as an example. And something very interesting: it also has password so you can lock/unlock the toilet at anytime. But she doesn't seem to be so happy. Her: Sorry, babe! I don't want to make you upset but i kinda dislike this new toilet you bought. Him: Are you kidding me? It is like the iPhones we have, a new thing in technology. Please let me show you how does it work! Her: no,no please! away! (a bit mad and slightly pushed his hands away) Him: are you okay, honey? Her: I told you i don't like it so i think i won't use it anyway! It's just so hard for me to get used to some things. He knows her very well, anytime when it's something she doesn't like, she gets so mad that she can push smth or someone so hard even her bf. So he decides to play with her so she can start to behave nicely no matter if she likes something or not. He just dislikes to see her mad for unknown/stupid reason. Him: Fine, you give me no choice. Her: What do you mean? Him: I'm gonna put a password so the toilet will be locked. And don't try to ask me about the password cause you said you will not use the toilet, didn't you? Him: But don't worry i will tell you my password if you change your mind but with one condition: you have to do what i tell you or you can pee wherever you want but i won't do that if i were you. Her: why? Him: cause i don't want to get caught, you know? You have two options, it's your choice,babe. (He left but not before to give her a kiss) Her(realizing she did something stupid): Oh fuck! What have i done? TO BE CONTINUED
  7. seajay3647

    Sem's story!

    Geology. Now this probably isn’t the most exciting field of study but it is what I decided to get into. Something about how water could just disappear under the ground always intrigued me. Where did it go? I grew up in a rather large city, people were stacked on people. The rich lived up on the higher levels and those with less lived lower. I’d sit outside my grandma’s apartment and ask myself, how did that water get go into the drain, and eventually end pack up in the sink? Eleven years later and I’m a Hydrologist on a dinky transport ship rocketing towards some colony so far outside of Authority control it didn’t yet have a standard name. Water was something most take for granted, but out in the far reaches of space it is perhaps all that matters to a budding colony. And that’s how I found myself sitting in this terribly uncomfortable seat in an all terrain Land buggy headed to look at some caves. I checked my wrist communicator. There was another 45 minutes of this drive. The buggy bounced itself along over small fern like plants following what could hardly be called a trail let alone a road. The biom this colony was located was best described as a forest. It rained often and the only colors one could see past the windshield was green and brown. Sometimes I was sure the driver, some risk management major who had introduced himself as Remy, purposefully hit every rock on the road. We had found a wave to cross through the vacuum of space at near light speed but we couldn’t invent hovercars or at least good shocks. Everything about this colony was took far too seriously. There were these huge walls set up around the main village and farmland, and no one was allowed to go past them without permission. Even though there were no biological threats detected. Nothing out in the thick foliage could eat us. And those who were given the permissions to go out had to wear these god awful body suits. The fabric kept chafing against the fur on my thighs. I do like having a bunch of pockets to put all my things on me. But military style grab is not my thing. Remy didn’t seem to mind it. He looked to be the sort of person that had a military background anyways. The worst part was the “special panties” I had to wear under the suit. Since it was all one piece as it could be vacuum sealed by adding a helmet. This meant it required the help of another person to get it off, so I was wearing a diaper. There was this odd bulk between my legs that merely added to my own uncomfort. I tried to focus my thoughts on how nice it was to have pockets. (Since the dresses and Jeans I was more accustomed to, never had pockets, or if they did they simply weren’t large enough to carry a pocket spectrometer.) “Alright, here we are.” stated Remy. “Thank, God.” As soon as the buggy came to a stop I opened the door and hopped out happy to stretch. The air was fresh out here. It hit me every time. Growing up in a city, I had never realized just how good air could smell if plants were around. Remy went to the back of the Buggy and gathered up his rifle. I snorted. Remy was a tall Jackal of sorts. His jet black fur matched his own black and green suit well. I’d not known him for very long, but what I did know is that he was discipline oriented and somewhat fond of violence. He was on the colony security team back inside the colony. And no trips outside the walls were ever conducted without a member of said team, despite my protests that spelunking in nearby caves for a secondary clean water source didn’t require muscle. At least he was a hot in his own rough sort of way. He was always wearing this hat that looked like it belonged to an ancient Australian. “You know scans and multiple biologists report there’s nothing carnivorous on this world.” “You can never be too careful. Do you see a lot of herbivores around? Why aren’t they over taking the planet? Something is eating them.” He replied, paying me little mind. I got my backpack off of the back and motioned up to my jackal partner. I paid that no mind and confidently strolled out into the brush, checking my wrist communicator to lead the way. I could hear my partner’s footsteps behind me. “So, the original planet scans showed lower density planet crust in this area?” I asked. Remy nodded. “If it really is some large aquifer then the colony will have plenty of water to sustain itself. But, that will mean that anything we find in this cave might be linked to the wells that have already been dug, meaning we will need to drive quite far out to tap into a completely different water table.” I explained. It didn’t make much sense to me why I was supposed to report to Remy of all people. “That’s acceptable.” Remy clicked on a light to illuminate the cave in front of us. “It’s imperative that we find another secondary water source, not because the council is afraid that we could run out, but because of the possibility of a toxin being introduced to the current supply.” My ears perked up. I knew that the colony was sponsored by a Engentech-alphabet, a major pharmaceutical manufacturer. But I had been under the assumption that the labs were just dissecting leaves in search of new drugs. “Just what are we researching in the labs then? You’re talking about something that rarely happens on populated worlds. What could make the water so toxic that you couldn’t use it? That’s some bio-weapon type stuff you’re afraid of. We can literally recycle urine and polluted rain runoff into perfectly drinkable water.” “It’s just a precaution.” stated Remy in such a way that didn’t have me convinced. “People lock their doors, sure. But no one barricades their door unless they know someone’s coming.” Remy didn’t respond, and I lead into the cave. All the security around the complex really did have my fur up on end sometimes. Safety was one thing, but this place was run in the most extreme security conscious manner. I could not wait to get my contract finished with and get off the planet. Just needed to find new water, I remind myself. Deeper into the cave we traveled. Water had to have carved this all out at some point. And I was pretty confident we would find some deeper in the cave. Though I just hoped that the cave system we’d come across wasn’t that big. A terrible small crossed my nose. Remy stopped dead in his tracks. “Don’t move.” He scanned around the cave with his light. “That’s the smell of dead flesh.” This only made the smell more repulsive to me. Remy moved around the cave in search of the culprit, and soon it was found. A heap of animal bones and flesh was just rotting in a nest built from dead branches and leaves. Remy let out an audible sigh. “Ooo, scary. It doesn’t even look like it was eaten. If there was something carnivorous out here, wouldn’t you assume that it would have scavenged this uh… thing?” The dead critter likely stood at about four feet tall and was some cross between a boar and a rhino. Its flesh was made of some foreign hard grey material. But it had a long nose with a flat end like a pig. “Shall we get back to looking for water now?” It was then I noticed something odd in the nest. There was a piece of cloth that was used to pad the den along with the leaves. I knelt down, plugging my nose to get a closer look. “Hey, it found some, coat or something.” A strong hand grabbed my shoulder and tugged me away from the nest. “Don’t touch anything. It could have died from some disease, I think it’s best to continue moving.” “You’re too paranoid. Look, we are almost 155 miles from the colony and this critter has some guys coat it found. That’s a big discovery. It means these animals have huge zones of travel.” “Water. You find it.” Commanded Remy in a much more angry tone. “I’ll put it in the report. Just stop poking around the thing.” I rolled my eyes. “This is why you’re single.” We continued down into the cave again in search of water. The nest was a good sign. It meant that the critter may have set his nest up in hear because of a nearby water source. My suspicions were confirmed to be correct. Just another 20 or so yards into the cave was a small pool of water that disappeared down a hole that was much too small for either of us to crawl through. I squatted down and began to unpack my stuff. “So how do you tell if this water is good, anyways?” “I placed a marker in the well back in the colony. It’s a harmless microsubstance with an extremely high rate of diffusal so I merely need to test for that substance. If I find it, then we know our wells and this point are connected in some way.” I explain. It took some time for the device to complete running it’s tests. “Is that it? You just stick that little rod in the water and we’ll know?” I nodded, but Remy began to laugh. “And you went to school for that?” His laughing rolled into chuckles. “How much are you paid to go around and stick computers into puddles?” “I’m sure I’m paid more than you!” I promptly retorted. I was a university graduate in a lesser known field of study, and the only reason I took this job where I had to travel over a billion miles from my cozy apartment was due to the lucrative pay. “That’s because you’re eye candy.” Remy teased, reaching out to pat my head like I was a pet! I stamped my foot and opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He’d hidden an insult in a compliment. I certainly wanted to somewhat believe that I was cute. But also he was stating my degree meant nothing! I could not shout out how much money I was being paid, as the contract I had signed explicitly stated I wouldn’t get paid if I did that. I shut my mouth and let him have his win. It was probably best to play nice with Remy anyways. My ears flattened in defeat. A beep alerted me to some issue with the sensor. I squatted down to check what was going on. “Alright, I’m sorry stop it with the sad ears.” Remy said, reaching down to gently grab the tip of each of the long fluffy headflags. The Jackal held each of my ears and pulled up gently, as to point them back at the sky instead of flat against my head. “You know, when I was in Port Authority security, posture was considered very important. The CO would make you do a couple hundred push ups if you were seen walking about with your ears all droopy. One must always look alert and distinguished after all.” I turned around to face Remy and gave him my best puppy dog eyes. “Well, maybe if you think I’m good looking you could help me out of this suit so I can go tinkle.” I was admittedly trying to guilt trip him. I had read the pamphlet on when you were allowed to take off the suit (As the car ride was long and what else was I supposed to do?). Now was not one of those times. I’d been in the suit a while now, and peeing in it sorta spooked me, even if it was designed for me to do just that. Remy did what I expected: He shook his head. “No, policy states you’re not taking that off unless we’re in the vehicle or you’re injured and it’s required.” He stated in that monotone policy voice he had. I frowned and flattened my ears. Remy lifted my ears back up. “Yeah, whatever, just quite touching my ears.” I complained, batting his hands away. I squatted back down to focus on more work, which was currently just staring at the little sensor until it beeped. I decided now was as good as a time as ever to… relax. A warm feeling overcame my groin and with that out of the way I could actually think again. Remy kept glancing around as if he was on high alert. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was the sort of person who did not sleep at night. The sensor beeped and I picked it up. “We done?” asked the Jackal in an almost worried tone. “No, turns out that this water is connected to the wells in the colony.” I pack up my things. Remy nodded. “I guess we’ll have to try the next set of caves in the valley.” “No, we’ll head back to base and start back out tomorrow in a new direction.” He stated curtly. The Jackal began leading towards our buggy. “But the original planet scans showed that water would be more easily accessible in the north where we are now.” I protest. Though heading back to the colony and sleeping in a real bed sounded nice. I was not the biggest fan of camping, but I was also not a big fan of prolonging this job. Something about how everyone acted in the colony really didn’t sit well with me. “Doesn’t matter. We are headed back.” I was sure something was up now. Remy walked at a brick pace. I dedicated most of my attention to following him along and not slipping on the cave floor. “Jeez, slow down. What’s got you so spooked?” “Nothing spooks me.” Stated the clearly spooked Jackal. Remy got into the buggy rather quickly, not bothering to stow his rifle in the back. I took my time stowing away my things carefully in the back. I made a show of stretching outside the buggy. Sitting down was a new experience now as I was promptly reminded that I had recently went pee. The diaper did do a pretty good job at not feeling wet. But there was still this warm puffy pad that just groped my groin as I sat. Remy was driving rather quickly. A big bump knocked me out of my thoughts. “Remy, seriously. Just slow down.” It was then I saw it. Something darted across the road that wasn’t an animal. “Shit did you see that?” The figure was gone as quick as it appeared. “Yes,” replied Remy. “But you did not see it.” The Jackal’s hands were tense. He just gripped the wheel so very tight. “You understand me, Semandi? You didn’t see it, only I did. You were busy taking a nap on the ride home.” “Fuck you, that was a person. Why are we driving away so fast? What did he do?” I turned to look at Remy, demanding some answers but he just looked like a ghost had come over him. He did not reply, and so I was left to speculate in my own head. The ride back didn’t feel nearly as long. Remy had mostly calmed down as we reached the gates. “This is the Rover-5 returning, let can we open up those doors?” I watched as Remy talked into the comms equipment. Parking the rover inside was rather uneventful. The garage was a large glorified box. It was built into the wall allowing it to act as a sort of gate between the outside and inside of the colony. There were perhaps 6 truck buggies like our’s parked along side of two much larger military style vehicles. I hopped out and had to squint my eyes. The lights were all off inside to conserve energy. Just one or two small lights by the exit doors could be seen. As I was getting my bearings Remy came around the vehicle rather quickly and then pushed me up against the truck. He leaned in close and whispered. “The cameras can’t see us right here. Listen, I’ve got to go report in. You saw nothing. Do you understand me, Sem? You saw nothing out there. Keep your mouth shut and if you really want to know more, then meet me at my place in an hour.” Remy then spun me around more roughly than I would have liked and undid the back of my suit. The Jackal strolled away without a word after that, leaving me both literally and figuratively in the dark. (So this is a big set up piece to Sem’s story line. Subsequent pieces will follow each week. Let me know where you'd like to see this go. I've always thought there should be more story driven pieces with some light sprinkling of omorashi and diaper stuff.)
  8. If you are coming to this without having read the earlier parts, here are links to: The introduction (which sets the scene) - part 1 Part 2 (which describes the events at the viewing day before the auction) Links from them will take you back to here. [Luke and I walked home together, weary, and reminiscing about the sights from that day. We hoped tomorrow would not be a disappointment; we were sure it would not. I was looking forward to a long soak in a warm bath. With a couple of my most attentive maiden slaves. Red-headed Leena, and raven-haired Fran would be perfect. I would be disappointed if they had not been drinking plenty of water all day. I would keep them desperate in the bathroom until they could wait no longer and had to pee on the tiles.] Day 2 - auction day I woke up just before sunrise, with Leena, warm and soft, sleeping snuggled against my chest. I stroked the curve of her back, and, drowsily, her hand started to explore my body. For the first time, I found myself wondering about her experiences before she joined our household. ‘Leena.’ ‘mmmmm?’ ‘That’s good. But if you keep on with that, I’m going to have to fuck you again.’ ‘Good. I want you to fuck me.’ ‘Leena.’ ‘I went to the slave market yesterday. Have you ever been there?’ ‘Of course. Where do you think your dad bought me? Did nobody want to buy you?’ ‘Cheeky! I was looking.’ ‘I bet they were selling the girls. That’s why you are so hard now! Did you watch the girls pissing?’ ‘I saw lots. They weren’t allowed out of the cages. They had to pee on the floor when they needed to go. Did they put you in a cage?’ ‘Of course. I’m a slave.’ ‘Did you pee in the cage?’ ‘Of course. I was there all day. There was nowhere else to piss. We all pissed on the floor.’ ‘What was that like?’ ‘Horrible. I was really scared because nobody told me anything. I had been brought up as a slave in a big house, a bit like this. One day I was just told to get in a wagon outside my house. There were other girls my age inside already, but we didn’t know where we were going. We were taken to a sort of prison for a few days, then to another prison in the big tent. On the second day there, we were all woken up early, given breakfast, ordered to have a pooh, and then we had to undress. The hairdressers and manicurists did our hair and got us ready. That was nice. It was the first time since I left home that anyone had been kind and helped me look good. I still didn’t know what was happening, and nobody would tell me. ‘Then, when I was ready, with about six other girls, we were pushed into the big hall. That’s what you saw yesterday?’ ‘Yes’, I replied. ‘Go on.’ ‘They took us across the hall to a big cage. Other girls were in other cages already. They told us not to call out to them or we’d be punished. They brought lots of cold, sweet coffee to us. That was a real treat. Slaves don’t often get coffee. We were in the empty room for a long time, while the other girls were being prepared. We didn’t know why we were locked in the cage or how long we were going to be there. We were just told we wouldn’t be hurt if we did as we were told.’ ‘But you knew you were at the market?’ I asked. ‘No. We didn’t know where we were, or why. One of the other girls asked when she could get out to go to the toilet. They told her to just wait. She was really desperate by the time people started to come in to look at us. She was holding herself and pee-dancing. ‘Mmmmm,’ she continued. (She was running her fingers up and down my twitching cock.) ‘She was completely naked. You could see everything. Bum, tits, cunt. You like hearing about this, don’t you?’ ‘Yes.’ I said. ‘Just like I enjoyed watching you wet your pants last night. Tell me more. What happened to her?’ ‘She asked again if she could get out for a pee and they said we had to stay in the cage all day. They told her to pee in the cage if she couldn’t hold it. ‘So did she hold it?’ ‘Of course not. She couldn’t. None of us could. Not when we were there all day. We all pissed when we had to, with men watching us like we were animals in a zoo.’ ‘Was she the first to piss?’ ‘In our cage, yes, I think so. She just suddenly sat on the floor and made a big puddle where she was sitting. She cried. I couldn’t hold it then either and I began to wet myself. I couldn’t stop and so I just went down and pissed on the floor.’ ‘Did you cry?’ I asked. ‘A little bit. None of us liked being undressed. We were all trying to cover ourselves up with our hands. We asked for something to wear and they told us we were on display. So we were already feeling like we were really wrong, being naked. And then we couldn’t go anywhere to piss and had to just let go and do it while everybody was looking.’ ‘Did you have to pee again?’ ‘Yes, four times I think. There were so many people watching and looking all the time. I just held on and held on. Each time it got to the point where I was almost bursting and I realised I just had to do it. So I would just crouch down and let it flow.’ ‘And people were watching you all the time?’ ‘Yes. And getting off on it. One lad – he must have been about your age – was playing with himself in his toga when I started peeing. He was staring, trying to look up my legs as I was going. I thought, well fuck you, and parted my legs for a moment so he could get a good view. That was enough to make him cum. Actually I quite liked that. He made such a mess in his toga. He went bright red. Anyway, it’s your turn. I’m going to make you cum again right now.’ ‘And how are you going to do that?’ I was remembering her from last night, her loose clothes so sheer and flimsy that I could see her body almost as clearly as if she had been naked. She had stood in front of me, legs slightly parted and pissed into her baggy harem pants. Through the material I could see the sparkling stream cascading to wet her pants which then clung to her legs. ‘I’m going to fuck you’ she replied. And with that she rolled me on my back and in the same movement straddled me, grabbed me and guided my cock to slide into her cunt as she lowered herself to take me inside her. She was right. She did make me cum again and it didn’t take long.
  9. Amanda and Callum's long were finishing a long, leisurely lunch at a table on the rooftop terrace of a restaurant in one of the medieval hilltop villages that are so characteristic of Tuscany. Callum was studying architecture at university and they had spent the morning exploring the ancient fortifications, the grand houses of the powerful families that had once ruled in this part of Italy, the quaint back streets and alleyways and the church, plain and severe on the outside, sumptuously decorated inside. Amanda had used the restaurant lavatory as soon as they arrived and now, having split the cost of the meal between them, Callum disappeared downstairs for the same purpose whilst Amanda stayed at the table to settle the bill. That done, she descended the narrow staircase to where Callum was waiting in the hot sunshine by the restaurant door. Should she go to the loo a second time, she wondered? She had certainly drunk a lot of water during the meal, as well as a glass of chilled white wine, and she could already feel the pressure building inside her. No need, she decided. It was a ten minute walk back to the car and then just half an hour to get back to the family's Tuscan villa. She could easily wait that long. As they strolled back to the car park, hand in hand, Callum reflected on his luck that this beautiful creature, her honey-blonde hair tied in a ponytail and her blue summer dress with its belted waist and wide skirt swaying seductively as she walked, was actually his girlfriend. By the time the reached the battered old Fiat hatchback that served as the family's holiday runabout, Amanda was regretting her decision not to the loo again before she left the restaurant. Plan B would be to stand between the parked cars and wet her knickers as she, her sisters and her mother often did - there was a stack of towels in the boot for protecting the car seats on just such occasions - but unfortunately the car park was too busy for that. People were walking by all the time and already another car was hovering, waiting to take their place as soon as they moved off. Callum opened the passenger door for her and she sat down, sweeping her dress beneath her. She would just have to wait. "I was talking to the restaurant owner about the architecture of the village and he said that I really ought to see a ruined monastery near here" Callum reported. "Would you mind if we take a quick look whilst we are passing?" Amanda felt it would be churlish to say no - after all, Callum had spent all day yesterday patiently accompanying her around a 'fashion village' - a collection of factory outlets selling discounted end-of-lines from Italy's top design houses. She had had a delightful time combing through shoes, handbags, dresses, jeans and scarves in Valentino, Chloé, Tom Ford, Roberto Cavalli, Ermanno Scervino, Etro and many, many more. Callum, for his part, had taken one look at the price tag on an ordinary-looking man's shirt, discounted from 400 euros to a mere 95 euros, and decided that this was not a place for a boy on a student budget and no generous allowance from a rich father. "Of course we can, darling" Amanda replied. Her bladder gave a rebellious twinge of protest. The monastery turned out to be a good ten miles off their route home, up a narrow road that twisted and zig-zagged over the hills, where puffy white clouds were towering up in the mid-day heat and humidity. Amanda debated asking Callum to stop so that she could pee but there never seemed to be a place where he could pull off the road safely and she could be out of sight of passing cars. When they finally arrived at the site, the car park was a good two hundred yards away from the entrance to the ruined monastery, down a tree-lined avenue with unfenced fields on either side. There were other tourists and visitors around and no cover anywhere for a girl to do a discreet pee. 'Please God, let there be a loo at this place!' Amanda prayed to herself. Callum looked at her, concerned. "Are you OK?" he asked. Amanda smiled brightly back at him. "Fine! I just need a wee, that's all". "Shall we turn back and head for the villa?" "No, let's take a look now we're here. Hopefully there will be a loo somewhere." Privately, she knew that it was too late for a change of plan now. By the time they reached the villa she would have soaked herself and the fabric of the car seat. A towel would cope with damp underwear but on its own it would would not protect the seat from a full flood. She wished that the car had the waterproof seat covers that her father had fitted to the family Range Rover for long journeys when they were children. She and her sisters each had a towel to sit on and would wet their knickers whenever they needed to - no tense searches for a garage with a toilet that would probably be disgusting. Her mother, too, would sometimes hitch up her skirt, place a towel under her and sit still with a faraway expression for a few moments. Spare knickers and fresh towels would be handed out at the next stop. To Amanda's considerable relief there was a sign behind the ticket counter pointing towards the visitor lavatories. They paid their entrance fee, pushed through the turnstile and entered the cool, medieval building. Callum stood admiring the tall pillars and arches of the nave, its roof now open to the sky, and Amanda hurried off to find the promised lavatory. Her relief was short-lived. It was locked, with a cardboard sign taped to the door saying that it was out of order. It took an effort of will for her to overrule her bladder, which was now threatening to empty itself there and then. Feeling that she could burst, Amanda hurried back to Callum. As she started to explain the situation, fat raindrops splattered on to the ground around them and the sun disappeared behind a dark, threatening cloud that suddenly loomed over the open monastery roof. Within seconds the raindrops had become a downpour of tropical intensity. Thunder rolled, gusts of wind surged round the ancient pillars and the temperature dropped sharply. The visitors in the nave made a dash for the only cover, the remains of an undercroft with vaulted arches resting on squat pillars to support the weight of the stone floor above. Eight or ten other people stood, singly, in pairs or in small groups, silently looking out at the torrential rain that hissed and splashed as it hit the ground. The imagery and the sudden coolness in the air did nothing to ease Amanda's desperation. A teenage girl dressed in tight-fitting denim shorts and a t-shirt twas standing next to Amanda. The girl turned to her mother and murmured in French "J'ai envie de pipi! Ça presse!" 'Oh well, at least I'm not the only one' Amanda thought. The girl's mother gave her an irritated frown. "Tu devras attendre" she replied dismissively. The girl shifted restlessly as she looked at the rain outside. It was beginning to ease but was still strong enough to soak to the skin. By now, Amanda's bladder was pulsing. She felt the first uncontrolled spurt of hot urine soak into the cotton fabric of her knickers and droplets start to track their way down her thighs. She tried to hold back the flood but the next surge was only a couple of seconds later and this time she could not make it stop. "I'm damned if I'm going to ruin these sandals!" she thought and she parted her legs. A stream of pee appeared beneath Amanda's dress, splashed noisily on to the ancient flagstones between her parted legs and ran in rivulets across the uneven surface to pool in depressions and crevices. Callum slipped his hand into hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Most of the other visitors stood in embarrassed silence, trying to pretend that nothing was happening as the splashing sound continued. The girl's mother, however, stared at Amanda and pursed her thin lips in silent contempt. When Amanda had finished wetting herself the teenage girl glanced shyly at her. Amanda gave her a conspiratorial wink and a nod. The girl gave an almost imperceptible shrug of the shoulders. A dark stain spread up her denim shorts from crotch level to mid-height whilst streams of pee cascaded from the leg openings, splashing on to the stone floor and flooding down her thighs and legs into her socks and trainers. "Léa!" exclaimed her mother in shocked tones "Tu t'es mouillé! C'est une inondation!" Still muttering angrily in French she walked across to the entrance and looked out across the open nave where the rain had almost stopped. Behind her mother's back, Amanda gave the girl a high five.
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    The Merchant's Wife

    Kumiko didn’t know exactly how long she had been tied to the wooden post since her abductors put her there, but it was long enough to induce an urgent need to urinate. She was already terrified about what might happen to her and the ropes pulled tightly across her body and arms (which were also tied behind the post at her wrists) hurt, but her greatest concern at the moment was her full bladder. She did, however, know how she got here. Her husband was a moderately wealthy merchant who owed gangsters a lot of money, and she was walking home just several hours before when suddenly she was grabbed by four men and dragged her into a nearby alley, one putting his mouth over her hand before she could scream while another tied her hands behind her back. Then she was gagged and put in a storage compartment and taken to the house they were at now. Kumiko wasn’t sure where exactly it was, but looking at the cellar she was in, it was a good guess that it was still in the Nihonbashi business district (gangsters and merchants could sometimes be one and the same). She wondered how long she would be in this position. Even in the unlikely event that her husband had contacted the local police, they were made up of samurai who normally considered the merchant class parasites, so any case involving merchants would be of low priority for them. Just then, the cellar door slid open and two people stepped down. It was one of the lackeys who abducted her and the head gangster’s lover, who was young and attractive, but also had a mean countenance and wore a gaudy print kimono. Kumiko herself was still a rather attractive woman at 33. “The boss said we need to check on the woman,” she heard the lackey saying. When they walked toward her, the mean-looking gangster’s girl laughed and said, “What does the rich lady have to say?” and pulled down her gag. Kumiko’s need to urinate was now extremely urgent and she decided to ask her captors to take care of it. “I need to use the place of relief. Could you please untie me?” She was seated in a kneeling position while tied up and her legs were noticeably squeezed together underneath the kimono. The girl cackled maliciously and the lackey chuckled with her. “So the rich lady needs to piss, does she?” she said. “Well, that’s just too bad! You’re not going anywhere until your husband pays us.” “Please, it’s really an emergency…” The rest of Kumiko’s plea was muffled by the gag being put back in her mouth. They both laughed a little again. “Come on, let’s go back upstairs,” the lackey said. “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” the mean girl exclaimed. “Let’s invite the lady to the party!” Then they both ran upstairs and about a minute later, the lackey came back down into the cellar with another dull-looking lackey and they untied her from the post (her hands were still bound behind her) and dragged her upstairs. Her bladder was screaming at her now. Upstairs, Kumiko could see that there was a party going on in the i-ma, and more. Three couples were openly making love. A drunken homely woman was plucking a samisen and singing, doing both poorly. Empty sake bottles were strewn about on the tatami. But she mostly noticed the tattooed, middle-aged oyabun sitting in the middle of it all looking seemingly detached. He then looked over at Kumiko and flashed a devious grin. “How nice of you to join us”, he said humorously. “Kobun, let our guest speak.” The dullard kobun took off her gag again. She had only one thing to say: “Please untie me, I really need to make water!” she pleaded, close to tears. Her desperation was so great now that she forgot her formality. She was standing in front of them with her hands still bound behind her and legs were trembling. Almost everyone else in the room laughed at her plea. The oyabun just smiled. “You can make water right now if you wish”, he replied. His girlfriend cackled. “But we’re not letting you go until your deadbeat husband pays up.” Kumiko couldn’t believe he just suggested that she wet her kimono! “PLEASE, I…” The gag was put back on. “Tie her to the pillar over there,” the oyabun ordered. “I’m going to bed now.” Then he retired upstairs, leaving Kumiko to the mercy of his underlings, his cruel woman, and his guests. She was tied to another wooden post in a standing position, in tremendous pain from her need to urinate. “Let’s see if she pisses herself”, the mean girl said suddenly. Then she, the four other women and dumb kobun kneeled in front of Kumiko. “Aw, what’s the matter? Do you need to go bad?” she teased. And for the next two hours, Kumiko struggled with all her might to keep from wetting herself while the cruel women, the kobun and other guests watched as if it were a bunraku show. She squirmed against the ropes, shifted from foot to foot and squeezed her legs and thighs together and perspired heavily. With her wrists bound behind her, there was no way she could put them in her crotch in an attempt to relieve some of the agony like she desired to. Finally, she couldn’t hold it any longer and let out a muffled cry as her swollen bladder let go. Urine poured down her legs and splashed onto the wooden floor below, forming a puddle that also ran onto the tatami. It also left a wet patch on the lower front of her silk blossom-print kimono and a larger patch of wetness in the back that urine both streamed and dripped from. Kumiko’s face turn red from humiliation and she began to sob, tears streaming down her cheeks. The oyabun’s woman laughed, danced around and clapped her hands with delight at the sight of this. The others just stared in stunned amazement, the kobun getting an obvious erection underneath his kimono. As Kumiko sunk to the floor as much as the ropes allowed and sobbed, she hoped her bakka husband would pay up soon.
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  17. Master and Servant ***Draco/Hermione: Draco notices Hermione's aversion to school bathrooms and decides to play a little game...*** ((Hey guys! I know its been AGES since I posted anything on here, but I was recently inspired to start writing again! Let me know what you think! Personally this a fun project for me and I'm writing the second chapter right now :) Leave your comments, questions, concerns at the bottom, they're greatly appreciated! )) Chapter 1: Origins of the Game The very first time Draco ever saw Hermione Granger wet herself was in their first year, on the second Tuesday in November. It seemed like, ever since she'd nearly been murdered in one on Halloween, Little Miss Mudblood had developed a fear of using any of the school bathrooms outside her dormitory. He'd caught on to her little phobia, or at least realized the issue itself, by watching her; purely by accident of course. It wasn't his fault that she was always seated directly in front of him for all the classes they shared, but it did provide a perfect vantage point for watching her squirm during their lessons. At first, he'd figured she was too much of a brianiac to take a few minutes from class to ask for the loo, but then he'd noticed she'd never be among the group of girls that always went together after each lesson was over. No, she'd go class to class, squirming and fidgeting and dancing all the more in each one until the end of the day. It was a wonder her friends hadn't noticed—No, nevermind. Her friends were the biggest bunch of dunderheads Hogwarts had ever seen, of course they wouldn't have noticed. Regardless, at the end of the day she'd always announce an urgent need for a book, some parchment, a quill, or the library and rush off before Potty and Weasel could say anything else. Draco wouldn't see her again till dinner, but he always noted she was no longer dancing. Draco hadn't any idea why he was so facinated with the girl's need for the toilet. He supposed it had something to do with how rediculous it seemed to hold it like that all day long, despite having plenty of time to go between classes. But whatever, what the stupid girl did with her body wasn't any of his buisness...except that, very, very privately, he wished she'd oversetimate her bladder one day and have an accident. The more this thought lingered, and grew stronger every time he watched Hermione squirm in class, the more he knew he absolutely had to see it. So, on that second Tuesday in November, Draco Malfoy had come up with a most ingenious plan to watch Hermione Granger wet her panties. On this day in particular, he knew they had double potions directly after lunch. He also knew that Hermione always left lunch early when she could, presumably for the toilet in Gryffindor tower, so he couldn't let that happen. It was all too easy for him to convince Crabbe and Goyle to ignore their food to go and pester the Gryffindorks. His taunts, as always, were geared toward Potter, but he was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. Oh yes, he noted with glee, she definitely had been planning on running off to the loo before he came over. Her lips were pursed and she kept shooting anxious looks toward the door. Ah, but she couldn't leave, now could she? Not with her two idiot friends in the middle of a could-be fight. Draco harrassed the lot of them until Weasley damn near jumped over the table to take a swing (this earned a sharp “Sit down, Ron!” from Hermione) and Draco smirked, the bell for class ringing just in time. He noted how distressed she looked as he sauntered off to the dungeons. Double potions proved to be extremely entertaining that day. Snape had barely finished the lecture before Hermione started to fidget. Making the actual potion made him almost snicker with glee as he watched her try to squirm descretely and chop up her ingrediants at the same time. They filled their cauldrons with water, Draco making sure to do his especially loud behind her, and she was crossing her legs. Draco smirked, watching her every movement. It would spoil his plans a bit if she lost it in the middle of potions, but seeing her humiliated in class like that, especially Snape's class, wasn't a bad consolation prize. Still, he watched her squirm during the making of the potion and she was, almost regrettably, still dry when Snape dismissed the class. No matter, they still had History of Magic before their lessons were done, one more hour of class. Hermione was probably thankful, Draco had figured, that Potter and Weasley had fallen asleep during this particular lesson. Even they would have noticed something was troubling their princess know-it-all had they been awake. Hermione Granger could not sit still, not even for a minute. She rocked in her seat, crossed and uncrossed and then recrossed her legs, bounced on her bottom, and at one point even put her hand between her legs to hold herself. Draco's blood was pounding, excitement he assumed from finally being able to see her have an accident, the entire time he watched her. With ten minutes to go in History of Magic, and Hermione still dissapointingly dry, Draco was starting to lose hope. Maybe her bladder had more ability than he'd given credit for. He took notes glumly, still glancing at Hermione. She had been dancing in rhythm of the past half hour, apparently having found the correct fidget-patterns to hold back her flood. Draco gave himself comfort that, even if she managed to make it till the end of class, there was no way she could make it up seven floors to the Gryffindor dormitory to go. All he had to do was follow her and he'd see what he'd been waiting for. He grinned, imagining her gasping right in front of the Fat Lady as she suddenly peed herself. And then, Hermione suddenly gasped for real. His eyes snapped up to her, widening in realization as he took in her position. Her body was tense, hand half way down to hold herself. Time seemed to slow as he watched her tremble and then relax, jerking her legs apart as she did. That was it! That had to be it, Draco thought in glee as he waited for the inevitable flood to come pouring down her chair, there was no way Granger wasn't wetting herself right then. He was on the edge of his seat as he saw a stream trickle over the edge of her chair, splashing onto the stone below. No one else would have noticed unless they were watching for it, but that was all he got. Much to his dismay, she slammed her legs together a second later, both hands holding herself, and regained control. Still, Draco had to work to control his breathing. He was a little hot in the face, heart racing. Even just that little bit had been such a thrill...but he knew there was no way she'd make it to her dorm after class! He'd definitely get to see it all if he followed her. He grinned, anxiously watching the clock just like Hermione was, only for a completely different reason. The bell finally rang and Hermione all but punched her two friends awake. “Class is over! Honestly you two, if you don't stop sleeping through it you're gonna fail! I'm going to go to the library, you two better catch yourselves up!” she lectured as she rushed to collect her books and darted out of the room. Potter and Weasley were dumfounded, but Draco just packed up and left at a normal pace. Couldn't rush after her, now could he? That would be too obvious. Besides, he found he didn't much need to rush. Hermione was walking pretty slowly, especially in the populated areas. As badly as she obviously had to go, he was still a little surprised that she passed two girl's rooms and ignored them as she walked on, Draco tailing at a safe distance behind. Once they'd passed the Great Hall, the student body thinned considerably and Draco watched with joy as she started to hold herself openly as she walked, if a little faster. They were nearing the library now and she kept having to stop and hold and bounce and squirm. Draco was eating it up, best plan he'd had all year! Hermione took a particularly long pause, whimpering loud enough for Draco to hear. He swore to himself, realizing he'd got too close and darted quickly behind a tapestry. From his hiding place he watched her dance, gasping and whimpering with her hands between her legs. He could have sworn he could see wet trails making their ways down her thighs to her knee high socks. But again, he was denied that final flood as she managed to right herself and start walking again. He cursed softly, aloud this time. Maybe he should just curse her. She'd never know what hit her in her state and he was sure she'd really wet. Full Body Bind? Good plan. He pulled his wand out and stepped a bit from behind the tapestry, magic about to fire when suddenly Professor Flitwick came out from around the corner. Draco snapped back into hiding and Hermione froze in place. Draco could have killed the old fool for thwarting his plans but then, as he watched the tiny professor strike up a conversation about what a wonderful (barf) job she'd done during class, he'd realized it was a blessing in disguise. Hermione chatted as though nothing was wrong, but he could see how tense she was, how tightly her legs were pressed together, and how her hands kept balling into her skirt. After what seemed like ages, the professor finally took his leave and Draco watched Hermione watch him go. The moment he was out of her sight, she held herself desperately with both hands, looking around like a toilet would magically appear to save her. Her eyes fell on Draco's tapestry. He gasped, still for a moment as he thought he'd been spotted. The panic furthered when she started hurrying for his hiding spot. He backed up until he hit a wood wall, no where to go, and she was gonna catch him and probably kill him...wait. Wood? He glanced behind him and thank Merlin's cloak, it was a door! He jiggled the handle, could have whooped at finding it unlocked, and tucked himself inside the most randomly placed storage closet ever just as Hermione threw back the tapestry. He smirked, watching through the crack in the door, thinking how he'd nearly escaped death. But Hermione didn't seem to be interested in finding anybody in particular. She danced in place, one hand between her legs, whimpering softly as she looked back and forth around the tapestry, checking to make sure she was alone, before coming inside. “Aaaaah....Oh God oh God oh God!” Draco heard her gasp as she danced, legs crossing and uncrossing as she hitched up her skirt. For the first time in his life he saw a girl's panties, Hermione's in particular were innocently white with lace around hems. Not so innocently, they were also soaked at the crotch. He watched as she suddenly squatted, spreading her legs out right in front of his slightly cracked door. In this same instant, his eyes widened and his cheeks darkened, ears ringing with the only sound in the room: Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...” Hermione moaned in relief a moment later, her pee splashing thunderously against the stone floor in the room. She hadn't even tried to pull her panties down, she just peed right through them, a full waterfall errupting from her. Draco watched, slack jawed in awe, as trickles moved down her open thighs and dripping down to the floor to join the puddle her jetting stream was making. The room was filling with the light aroma of a girl's pee and Draco felt heat rushing straight down between his legs, blushing more as he realized he was getting hard while he watched this. All too soon, Hermione was finished with her wet. He watched her tremble, blushing as she seemed to realize what she'd done. She stood up, carefully stepping away from her puddle. She nibbled her lip and pulled out her wand, casting a vanishing charm on the mess she'd made before she checked the damage on her clothes. Panties were obviously soaked through, but her skirt and her socks were wet as well. She seemed to consider this, checked her watch, and pondered it again. Draco could almost hear her thinking, “Well, I do have time to change while everyone is at dinner....” She picked up the books she dropped before wetting herself and headed out the way she came, having apparently made up her mind. As for Draco, he shut the door completely after she'd gone and stuck his hand down his pants, touching himself for the first time with the memory of her wetting right there in front of him. After he'd finished with his own pleasure, he knew, undoubtly, that he'd have to see that again.
  18. Drawing various pokemorphs in omo/wetting related scenes. Possibly down the line a small mini-comic. Post requests, I'll pick a few! (Also it will assist me in getting better at art)
  19. File Name: Bound girl pees her pants File Submitter: AD51 File Submitted: 23 Dec 2015 File Category: Female Wetting A girl is bound and desperate to pee. Eventually she can't hold it and wets herself. Click here to download this file
  20. Hi everyone! It is me, KozmoFox :) and this is the result of the fourth Kozmo-Lotto! (I know I tagged them near the bottom, but special thanks to @JustCallum, @Pache, and @Rainyday for making this happen and helping me through it all. Best support team.) This is something a lot have you have been waiting for, and for certain people you might have been waiting even longer than that. This...I honestly don't think this lotto will ever be topped by anything I ever do again. For starters, a reminder to everyone what this Kozmo-Lotto request was. The winner, Rainyday, put a lot of thought into it, so its taken awhile. But eventually it was decreed that I would go somewhere semi-public (Like most lotto's so far) and I would fill up on liquids and get really desperate. At which point, there was a total of 11 emails in my inbox, numbered 1 to 10, plus a bonus. In each email there was a challenge, and I was not allowed to peek or look in any email until it was time to do that challenge. When I opened an email, I would be allowed to open the next email 10 minutes after the previous, unless of course, the challenge inside took longer than 10 minutes, at which point I would be allowed to open the next one after the challenge was finished. I don't want to spoil too much in advance, but this was by far the most intense hold I've ever done. It was the most intense challenge I will ever do. I used to take it as a point of pride that I could get away with anything, like an omorashi ninja. Not today. Today people saw sides of me in public that I intend to likely never show again. Multiple times. I ran the omorashi gauntlet like a fuckin' champion today, and I challenge anyone to do what I just did for this site...mainly so I can read it, because I think this is going to make one HELL of an experience story. This may be my magnum opus. I'm also not going to show my face in that mall for at least like, 2 months. (Before you panic your moral radar, anything I may or may not have done, I cleaned up. I ran the gauntlet like a hero, but also like a responsible hero.) Our story begins with our dear small Kozmo pulling herself out of bed. Chatted with some friends, did some things, and then she went back to bed. Upon waking up, she got herself ready. OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE: You all know damn well what I look like by now. I weigh like 100 pounds, I'm somewhere in the center between 5ft and 6ft, I'm so pale that when I walk outside this time of year I give people snow blindness. Long, dark brown almost black hair. Used to be entirely black, but I change it up! I honestly should have auditioned for the new Ring movie. I have multiple tattoos on my arms, chest, and a foot. Stud piercing in nose, and like most gals my age (21), I like my earrings. I'm lucky enough to not have any acne on the go right now, so not to brag overly much but I like to think I'm pretty pristine! At least I'm told so by people that know me, even a few on here! Sometimes I have freckles but today was not that day, I think freckles are like seasonal or something but I've never actually cared enough to think about it until now. But even when they're kinda there, makeup can make them far less obvious when I don't feel freckly. Today I had a very specific attire that I like to think of as a weird mix between moe and punk rock. It shouldn't be hard to tell what I picked, and what Rainyday picked. Grey beanie hat, low twintails in my hair, a pretty black choker around my neck, and some small snowflake earrings. Plaid miniskirt (Think Maka from Soul Eater), black knee-socks. Jean jacket, unbuttoned, Punisher T-shirt on underneath. Top that off with cute fuzzy black boots and a surprisingly girly pair of pink panties and a matching bra. Take note of that in particular for reasons you will see later. I also had a backpack with various things, such as spare clothes and the like. IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP, SCROLL DOWN TO WHERE THE CHALLENGES BEGIN. IF YOU DO CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP AND THINGS I DRANK AT THE MALL AND ALL THAT TOMFOOLERY JUST KEEP GOING. So I get up, I get ready, I make my way to the mall. I will note at this point that around Christmas I got a phone like a proper young adult, and on it I have IRCCloud, so I was able to keep chatting with my Omo.org friends through this whole ordeal, and they provided lots of encouragement. Rainyday was also present, so I was able to discuss challenges with them as I progressed, and eventually start to yell at them when the challenges got cruel. I am a salty person. I take my place at the food court, and start loading up. I had two large teas, but around the time I had my second tea, my friend who works at a local coffee joint brought me some Burger King! (They were on break.) So on top of two large teas, I also got a large coke with a Whopper :D. After all that I sat on my phone chatting with my crew and waited for all the liquid to process. And waited. And waited. And got impatient and pulled a mug from my backpack. This mug is essentially a mason jar with a handle attached, I got it as an extra with a case of beer once! I go to the drinking fountain and I fill up the mug to the brim, and down it. I fill it halfway, and down it again. I fill it up completely once more and start sipping away at it. By the time that's done, I'm at 2 large teas, a large coke, and 2 tall mugs and a half of water. If I wasn't feeling it before then, I was now! The pressure was building, and building fast. Eventually I stood up to fill the mug once more, and gravity hit me like a truck; I could feel each step I took to the fountain jolting into the ache of my bladder. It was not long after this that Rainyday decreed it was time to begin. As I get to each challenge in this story, I will paste the instructions I was given for complete context. I opened the first email in my inbox, and got to reading. FOR ANYONE WHO DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ALL OF THE ABOVE, THE CHALLENGES START HERE!!!! REITERATION OF THE RULES OF THE OMORASHI GAUNTLET (Or as Rainyday likes to call it, "The Alliance Challenge"): I had to be in public view and not hiding, except when the challenge dictated otherwise. I always had to be where I could be seen. This is a rule I'm not normally a fan of, but considering there was a lot of drama in the lotto thread for this particular lotto, I wanted this to be something special to make up for it. I had to bring spare change and a spare pair of underwear with me. You'll see why. If I begin to lose control, I must try to stop to the bitter end. I do not fail until I A) Give up and cave to my desperation and completely empty myself, or B) I lose control so badly that I cannot gain it back, wetting myself completely to the point I'm empty or there's nothing left in me of even remote note. If I gush out and leave a small puddle but regain control, I keep going; I'd drink enough to replace it anyway. If I skipped a challenge, I'd drink a bunch more water and have to wait more before the next challenge as punishment. And if I completed all of the challenges: "You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time." =====CHALLENGE ONE (6:01 PM) "The first challenge is a bit of a warmup. If this isn't difficult at all, then maybe you're not desperate enough, and should wait a bit more and try it again later. Go to the most populated area, and stand somewhere there for five minutes. Your hands either have to be on your phone or tablet, or behind your back, and you have to move your legs as little as possible. Also, if there's a fountain in the mall, go there to do this. Hopefully this will let you figure out if you're desperate enough to start or not." This was a good start. I needed to pee pretty badly, and this told me I was at the perfect starting point. I'd occasionally type away on my phone, or stare at the ceiling or something to try and forget my aching need. By the end of it, it was extremely hard to stay still, and I ended up rocking back and forth on my heels, feeling my skirt sway and create an air current on my bare, dry legs...These legs would be the opposite of dry well before I was done these challenges. I still had my mug of water on me, just keep this in mind. Its easy to forget I have it, so for your convenience know that when I did challenges that required, well, anything, I'd find a place to put it down (Until it was consumed, then the mug goes back in the backpack.) Nobody was taking real notice of me at this point. I sat back down, and went back to talking to my minor audience, (Which included Rainyday). I realized that I had probably drank far too much, far too fast; my bladder was filling at mach 5 and I knew I'd easily be dangerously desperate to pee by challenge 3 or 4. I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to get to challenge 5, half way there, without being a leaky shaky desperate mess in the middle of the mall. I was not wrong.. I started this challenge at exactly 6:01 PM. This marks the starting point of the gauntlet. ====CHALLENGE TWO (6:11 PM) "A fashion challenge. Go into a clothes shop you like, and pick out a nice outfit, at least made of one top and bottom. Try it on in the changing room. Take a picture of yourself in your outfit if you want, you don't have to send it to anyone. After that, you can change back into your normal clothes, and be on your way. " Its a wonder what ten minutes can do to a person. At this point I was getting to the shaky kind of desperate need, I was starting to typo and my legs were beginning to jiggle. Luckily for me, this didn't take too long, as I was next to a clothing store that I'm familiar with, containing a number of articles of clothing I had been looking at during previous visits. I sped through the store, grabbing them, picking a nice very light pink top that kind of fell off the shoulders and had a cat on the front, as well as a pair of black jeans with fake rips in them. I tried them on, and the jeans were...tight. The pressure wasn't helping at all and I very nearly dribbled in them. I managed to hold on though, avoiding disaster, and after I confirmed I did in fact like how I looked in them despite my abdomen that was beginning to bulge, I changed back as fast as I could and got back out front just as my ten minute mark hit. I was beginning to sweat, the build up had been ridiculous and let me tell you, I needed to fucking PEE. I was positive I was not going to finish the run of challenges without disaster, and I was trembling as well as just kind of absentmindedly kneading at the sides of my skirt like mad. This ridiculously increased need to pee made the next challenge hell. =====CHALLENGE THREE (6:21 PM) "We're still in the area of light challenges. This challenge has two parts, you might not be able to do the first depending on what's at the mall. 1- Go into a shop, restaurant or other facility that has its own bathroom. Ask the staff if you can use it. Of course, you won't actually use it, but you'll probably want to stay in there long enough for them not to get suspicious. You can leave after that. If you're turned away, try twice more, and if you get rejected all three times, well, that's that. 2- Similar in theme, go to a shop or stand with a manned counter and buy a drink from them. Of course, you'll have to finish this as well, but you can pace it over the break and the next challenge. " This was torture at its finest. I walked into this shop, almost like an in-mall convenience store. Not going to name stores and things because I like my location anonymity. I hobble up to the counter, shaky desperate and knock-kneed, and ask this poor cashier if I can use the washroom in here. He legitimately did not seem to know what to do, it took him a solid few seconds. I assume he was going to give me directions to the malls public washrooms, but just how fucking desperate I looked (and was!) must have changed his mind, because he very stutterily allowed me into the employee bathroom. I got in there, shut the door behind me, and stared at the toilet. I couldn't sit down, I couldn't finally pee and have my relief, I had to just look at it. I almost completely lost it and pissed myself right there from the psychological torture. I cannot express how much this was killing me. I tried to at the time though! Here's an excerpt of what I was saying to Rainyday at the time: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Im staring at a toilet abd its fuxking killing me 6:25 PM WHEN CAN I LEAVE I think my statements in chat at the time speak for themselves. I had a hand buried in my crotch, bunching up my miniskirt and pressing into me, moaning and whining at myself and willing me to just please don't fucking pee yourself like this. Eventually I did leave. Rainyday was gracious enough to allow me to not buy another drink, given I was still carrying around a big mug of water. I did browse the drinks in the same shop after I thanked the cashier for his kindness to give that part of the challenge more credence though. On another note: Rainyday is literally satan. =====CHALLENGE FOUR (6:32 PM) "I thought I'd fit this in sooner rather than later, because of how long it might take. It's the arcade challenge! Head to the arcade and play a round of the hurricane simulator, and then the chair ride. I'm not sure what difficulty levels they have, but go for whatever's hard without being impossible. After those two, of course it's time for your specialty, DDR. One game of each is fine, or however many plays your money gets you." I would like to reiterate, Rainyday is SATAN. You might have seen me say once or twice around site that there's a few people in these parts who know my name, face, where I live, etc. Rainyday is one of these people, and the fact that Rainy won lotto means we got to go in depths with specifics, like Rainyday knowing what the mall in question has and unfortunately knowing the games I'm good at. This is where the first leakage occurred. The hurricane simulators are nothing special, I wager most of you have seen one. You put in some money, stand in the gigantic capsule, and it starts simulating hurricane winds. It almost ruined my twintails...but it was fun. The wind was cold on my skin which didn't make holding any easier, but luckily I got to just stand there. A few bystanders took notice but mainly didn't care. When I knew for a fact nobody was looking into the capsule I'd cross my legs and hunch the fuck over, occasionally gripping at myself because, you know, verge of wetting myself and all that. My bladder was like a goddamn boulder weighing down my entire lower body pressing on my...you know...wanting out. These winds could not budge this boulder. I also had to grip at my miniskirt constantly for very obvious wind-related reasons. Next up was the chair ride. To elaborate, this is also a simulator. It has like a screen and fans, it blows on your face and the seat itself vibrates, moves, etc. in line with the simulation on screen. In this case, I was virtually on a rollercoaster. Sitting down helped at first, but the vibration sooooorely did not. Luckily this machine is relatively secluded, so I got to stuff both my hands between my legs while the machine made my bladder absolutely suicidal. I'm not sure if I have said this enough or not, but goddammit I needed to PEE. The machine did its job. As I started to hobble over to the DDR machine (Not actually DDR, one of the generic rip offs that is actually just the exact same thing), in the middle of this arcade filled with people, I jolted mid-hobble. To try and describe what happened, it felt like my pelvic floor suddenly steeled itself... My entire body stretched and lurched forward from the sudden tightness in my bladder and below it, and at the height of this, as my legs were knocking together and my body fell forward, my panties got extremely warm extremely fast. Some pee spilled down my thighs, coating my legs and getting on my kneesocks, a fair number of drops pattering on the floor underneath me. In an INSTANT I dropped to a knee, pretending to pick at my boot. The initial impulse was to pretend I was tying my shoe, but my boots have no fucking laces to I had to fake fiddle with the side zipper like a moron. Some dude across the arcade gave me a funny look and I tried to ignore him. Out of my jacket pocket I fished my saving grace: Burger King napkins from earlier! I'm not going to leave a mess behind uncleaned. I wiped it up and stood back up, panting heavily. I was trying so hard to hang on and I had already started losing it. AND I had to go play DDR! DDR was torture. Every step felt like a punch to the bladder and I won't lie, I dribbled a couple of more times while playing it. (I napkinned up after I was done.) But! I managed to finish the song without completely losing control and wetting myself! With a 95% accuracy rating on hardest difficulty, might I add. I'm really good at rhythm games, trivia for you. I normally have no trouble acing this particular song, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy, but certain dribbles soaking my panties and coating my inner thighs caused a fuckup or ten. I got out of the arcade not unscathed, but still ready to continue. Barely. I could feel everything in my bladder about to spill out all over me like niagra falls, getting that sensation where its like you're carrying something heavy and your arms getting tired, but you're only halfway from the car to the house. I was convinced I had no hope. But KozmoFox ain't no quitter. You guys might like the next one! =====CHALLENGE FIVE (6:49 PM) "After that exciting last challenge, here's a calmer one. Type a detailed description (at least 100 words) describing the desperation you're feeling right now. Include this description later in your story, word for word, without correcting any typos. (Maybe if you did something weird and typed up information you don't want shared, you can censor that)." This is self explanatory. I plopped myself on a bench and started pattering away on my phone, on which I have autocorrecty things turned off. Having to describe this made me leak, and I felt it seep out of me and into the back of my skirt in a solid dribble. I almost fucking lost it and completely pissed myself right there typing this. It was utter agony. Here you go, straight from the chat!: "so fucking rainyday is making me write up a fuckin thing on how badly i need to go for this challenge so litsten the fuck up folks let me tell you gravity is fucking KILLING ME i can gfeel it pulsing trying ti get its way out, some of it already has, im extremely damp under this skirt and i have to type this up in puvblic like nothings wrong and just thinking about it is killing me. i just leaked again. i cant stop shaking. i grab at myself whenever i think nobodys looking. im sweating. i cant hold it much longer i sont think but im going to fo my fucking best becuse kozmofox aint no fucking wquitter you heat me" Every bit of that was true and straight from the heart. I was slowly leaking for most of that. Do you know how agonizing it is to be slowly wetting yourself and trying to hold it in, whilst typing up a summary of just how badly you need to go? This did not go unnoticed. I had my legs crossed tight, my jaw clenched, ghostly pale and sweating and fucking bouncing and wiggling and kneading at my legs whenever I wasn't typing, it was not remotely hidden to anyone who looked in my direction. Extremely embarrassing but again...I ain't no quitter. =====CHALLENGE SIX (6:52 PM, was allowed to open early as arcade predictably took longer than 10 minutes.) "We're past the halfway mark. Do you feel you can make it for the next stretch? Fortunately, this one will let you recharge, in a way. Go into the toilet and relieve yourself somehow and let it out for exactly five seconds. After five seconds, do everything you can to stop, no matter what. Maybe this will take some of the pressure off -Bonus: If you relieve yourself somewhere that /isn't/ a toilet, then you can cut five minutes out of the time before you can open the next challenge." I did not even remotely hesitate to take advantage of that bonus. I locked my eyes on the first bathroom I saw, and jogged straight in, hands stuffed between my legs. At this point I wasn't attempting to hide my extreme desperation from the public eye, it was do everything I could to hold it, or I'd completely wet myself dead center of a mall. To my luck, and as I found out afterward, semi cheating, it was a single bathroom. One toilet, not the kind with stalls, just a one person bathroom. Rainyday considered this a mild violation of the rules, as it was not exactly a public area, unlike a stalled bathroom. Rainy understood why I misconstrued that though, especially as earlier one of the challenges almost specifically demanded a private bathroom (Asking to use a staff one) so they let it go. And so did I. This is possibly the least graceful moment of my life. I climbed up onto the sink counter in an absolute, extremely desperate fever, crawling on my hands and knees until I was over the sink. I was positioned like a fucking dog and panting like one too, my beanie fell right off my head. I barely moved my skirt slightly out of the way before I started GUSHING through my panties. Like this was beyond a torrent, I didn't care that I was pissing myself straight through my panties, I needed to get as much out of me into that sink in five seconds as I possibly could. My moans of relief echoed in that tiny bathroom and it felt so good I couldn't even bring myself to feel shame for how this was. It felt orgasmic. Foooor five seconds. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Clamped off. I whined as I shoved my hand into my underwear, doing my best to just STOP PEEING. I spurted twice more, soaking my hand and sleeve, but I stopped. It was so good. I still REALLY needed to pee, but for the moment, I was out of the immediate danger zone. I left the bathroom and walked back to the bench where I left my mug full of water. Yeah remember that? Still a thing. I was still desperate beyond belief, my hands and underwear and even my skirt to a degree were very wet, but I wasn't going anywhere yet. I still had much more to do, and that taste of relief really had me thinking I could pull it off. =====CHALLENGE SEVEN (6:57, got to open it early for completing the bonus!) "Another interaction challenge! You need to have... a tourist mindset? A snapchat one? Basically, ask a passerby to take your picture. I'm not sure whether there's anything in the mall that's worth getting your picture taken in front of, but say it's for a friend, if they ask. Which is the truth, isn't it? If you can't come up with any possible excuse to have someone take a picture or two of you, then ask them for directions to somewhere complicated or far instead. " This one might have been the single easiest. I had just gotten immense relief so I was able to pull it off without being a shaking desperate wet mess! Well...I was wet but this lady could not tell. I smiled, I asked her for two pictures in front of the Valentines display that was still up. She looked to be a soccer mom of sorts, she said she's always wanted someone to ask her to take their picture like this. I handed her my phone, and took my position. Hardest bit was standing completely still, but it was only for a few minutes while she snapped the shots. I just held my hands behind my back, leaned to the side in a cute way, and smiled. Snap snap! Pics taken! This didn't even remotely take 10 minutes, so I just sat back down on a new, different bench, and waited. It should also be noted that this is the period where Rainyday had me drink that mug of water. With my kidneys on overdrive, liquids still cycling through my system, and a new tall glass of water added to the mix, my relief was very short lived. =====CHALLENGE EIGHT (7:07 PM) "Remember the spare pair of underwear I asked you to bring? Go into the bathroom and enter a stall. In the stall, change your underwear to the other pair. Leave the stall and go on your way. Not too hard, hopefully? PS: @Pache says hi. " This also took zero time, but it reintroduced the toilet torture psychology. Given the kidney overdrive had a solid 10 minutes to re-introduce a whole lot of liquid to my bladder, and my bladder and sphincter muscles were just about DEAD, this was the beginning of the end for me. I could barely hold on, period, full stop. Perhaps the volume of pee I was holding in now was less than before, maybe it was more. Point is, I could not reliably hold it anymore, and I found this out when changing my panties of all things. I took my all but destroyed pink panties off and took a look at them. They were dark and saturated entirely from front to back. I placed them in a plastic bag and put them in my backpack. Remember the arcade? Same deal. My pelvic floor screamed at me, my lower body locked up, I fell forward, leaning against the wall and spurted heavily. Given I was wearing no panties it was unimpeded, and shot out, colliding with my thigh and tearing a path down my leg, giving my kneesock a decent soak. I shoved my hand down and kneaded into myself only for another spurt to collide with my hand, causing it to spray in multiple directions and coat my legs. I stayed in that position for a solid 15 seconds before I had decided I had enough control of myself to continue. I put on a fresh pair of grey panties, before taking some toilet paper and wiping the results of my miniature wetting off the floor...Only for me to leak a bunch again when I bent over to do so. The fresh grey panties were only fresh for maybe 10 seconds before I felt the warmness gathering in my underwear and gushed another spurt through them onto the back of my legs and down into my boots. They darkened and were saturated immediately, and not much better off than my original pair. I figured I had just had 3 big leaks in under a minute...that was okay in a bathroom stall, but the public eye? I was mortified that I wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore, but I was so close to finishing the gauntlet....So I went for it. Unfortunately, I was even more desperate to pee than I had been before the 5 second pee challenge. To quote me: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa i neeed rto fucking pee 7:13 PM so fucking bad 7:13 PM its builty back up 7:13 PM and im grtting tired dowen trhereeeee So you know, I was literally on the verge of wetting myself like the damp little girl I already was, smack dab in the middle of a public mall on a friday night. All I could think was....Fuck. =====CHALLENGE NINE (7:17 PM) "Now time for the second plot device: the coins. Count how many you have so you can remember. Then go to a populated area and 'accidentally' drop them all from torso height. Pick them all back up. No rush." The ten minute wait for this challenge killed me by the way. I was literally sitting on a bench (per the norm) with my legs crossed tightly, a hand stuffed between my legs, bouncing like a MADWOMAN and shaking and sweating, glaring at anyone who DARED look at me, goddammit haven't you ever seen someone need to pee before?! Move along!! •KozmoFox> uwaaa i cant stop fucking bouncing on this benhc 7:16 PM people are looking at me 7:16 PM fuck 7:16 PM look away cunts 7:16 PM im just hyper 7:16 PM thats totally it 7:16 PM hyper 7:16 PM 7:16 PM 7:16 PM lets fucking go 7:17 PM IRS TIME 7:17 PM NEXT 7:17 PM AAAAAAA I stood up from that bench, gravity hit me, and for like the 100th time that night, I nearly wet myself completely on the spot. I legitimately buckled and nearly lost it. But I didn't, I just kept my hand between my legs, pressing on my crotch for dear life despite the numerous people around who could obviously see it, and hobbled on. Remember when I said I had to bring spare change as part of the rules? That came into play here. I was terrified, but I wasn't there to cheat, so I went and found the most populated nearby area I could find; an intersection sort of area between a bunch of very popular stores. There was tons of people milling about everywhere. And like a good little Kozmo, I did what I was told! You have no idea how happy I was that nobody tried to help me. I've never been more thankful for uncaring people in my entire life. It was hard to think about much else, as I was literally about to pee myself. I could feel my lower torso about to burst and the need to pee, the need to just give in and let it all flow out right there was so intense I almost actually did it, despite being surrounded by easily like, 60 people. And so I squatted to begin picking up my coins as fast as I possibly could. It really sucked, as I'm a person who carries a LOT of pocket change. The squatting pretty well squashed my bladder, and I discovered it didn't like that. I felt my panties grow warm and wet from their cold and damp state, and a BIG leak came out of me with a PSSHHH. I was picking up nickels and dimes frantically now, trying to get it over with so I could just stand up and get myself back under control. I managed to stop, but it started again almost as fast as it ended. I was slowly wetting myself in that position where everyone could see me. I knew my backpack was dipping down so nobody could see from behind, but if someone cared to stop and look right underneath me they would see the beginnings of a puddle starting to form. The second I picked up the last dime I just took the entire huge wad of napkins from my pocket, wiped it up, and plopped back on another nearby bench. (Malls have lots of benches) Now I was in a position, on this bench, where I was the most desperate to pee I've ever been in my entire life. My muscles were dead. I couldn't hold it. I COULDN'T hold it. I'm positive my constant leaking was the only thing stopping me from fully exploding, giving me just enough leeway to maintain the basest of my integrity just a biiit longer. The wait for the final challenge was the worst. It was agony. I was rocking back and forth, hand pressed HARD between my legs, when I wasn't typing I was literally like, slamming my fist off my thigh. My skirt was wet, front and back, if I stood up it would have been quite visibly so. I could feel the sweat from the sheer effort of holding all this pee beading at my chin. Some people looked very concerned, probably confused as there was a bathroom RIGHT THERE, but I paid them no attention. I could not. I could not afford to do anything but hold it in, and look at my phone. Anything else and I would pee myself, all over the bench in an INSTANT, and I knew it. I was the strangest mix of mortified and determined I've ever been in my entire life. Just a sneak peek as to my state of mind in chat. back of skirt is wet 7:22 PM i have 7:22 PM to fucking 7:22 PM pee 7:22 PM i cant stop like 7:22 PM slamming fist off my upper legg 7:22 PM when not typing 7:22 PM i cant stay still 7:22 PM i NEED 7:22 PM J< 7:22 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa to grp 7:22 PM to hold 7:22 PM i might not making it 7:22 PM to final challenge 7:22 PM im like opn the fucking brink of about tp piss myself 7:22 PM J So yeah, as far as I knew, this was the absolute end. =====CHALLENGE TEN (7:27 PM) "Final challenge! This isn't actually anything too exciting, I tried to arrange the challenges in a good paced order and this just ended up being left over. Go into the bathroom and use the sink to wash your hands for two minutes. You don't need to repeatedly soap them, but you have to keep them in the sink, under running water. If you leak at all during this challenge, you have to stop and leave the bathroom immediately, wait two minutes, and try again. If you leak the second time, then I guess that's this specific challenge failed. But maybe if you've lasted this long without anything worse happening, you could go for the final stretch Remember the passage from the starting rules: You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time. Also, once you've made it to wherever you want to go, before you relieve yourself, there's one last bonus challenge to read and try. Open it when you get there." This following challenge might have been the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. We all know at this point I'm desperate, I'm sweaty and fidgety and whimpery and reaaally soaked. I've leaked at this point more times than I can count, and my skirt/panties/knee socks/boots are suffering DEARLY for it. Honestly, if I were wearing pants, it could have been considered a major accident at the arcade, it would have been extremely visible. At least wearing a skirt and these particular colors it was less obvious. Well, not any more. The front and back are drenched at this point, even this second pair of underwear is beyond saving, and my very visible bare legs are covered in glistening streaks down to my significantly damn knee socks, and I'm sitting there slowly dribbling and leaking more and more into my panties and skirt praying none is getting out to hit the floor. And even after all that, at this moment, I'm more desperate than I have been in my entire life. One more challenge. <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leakage is happengin 7:24 PM i can feel iyt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa i dont dare look down to see if any is escapeing skirt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa fucfccckkk 7:24 PM i have a hdn buried btween my legs and theres people just glangince at me while they walk bu 7:24 PM i cant stop wiggling I get up off my bench and try to bolt to the bathroom. Nice try, me. Easily the biggest leak yet. Almost worthy of being called a full on accident. In that instant, my bladder completely gave out for a single moment. I felt a rush of pee spray out of me and into my underwear, ignoring the obstacle as if it weren't there. It gushed straight down my leg like a tidal wave, you know the kind. Its clinging to your leg but the torrent almost looks like it wants to break off? It streamed right across the back of my leg, tearing a line of heat down my sock and I felt under my foot inside my boot get a bit squishy. I barely got it back under wraps. I HEARD it splatter onto the ground, it was near deafening. I didn't dare turn back. I told myself I'd clean it up in a moment, I couldn't bear to see if anyone had seen. As my hand was in its near permanent position between my legs when I had my mid-stride accident, the front of my skirt that was stuffed there was soaked beyond repair. My giant stain of shame was there for the world to see, although I knew that through the course of the evening, the back was likely far, FAR worse. And so, I attempted the challenge. I started washing my hands, as my legs jiggled and danced, wet and cold as they were. I was going good for a solid 30 seconds when a girl exited a stall and started washing her hands too. Didn't take long for her to look at me. I stared back like a deer in the headlights. "Are....Are you okay?" I nodded as frantically as I could, hands still in the water. I maintained eyecontact with her as the warm water started fucking me over. I started peeing myself, quite badly, all while nodding at her. I just couldn't hold it. I removed my hands from under the water and felt a torrent drench my panties and thighs as it started soaking my socks. She didn't look down, so I'm not sure if she saw the puddle rapidly forming at my feet, but she quickly left. The second the door shut I fell to my knees, stuffed my hands and skirt between my legs, further drenching the skirt but managing to stop the flow. It was bad, but remember the rules. I got it under control, it wasn't a whole lot when compared to the absolute ocean about to explode my bladder, so I was still in the game. Even my jean sleeves were dark at the cuffs, it was humiliating. But I wasn't done yet. I hadn't lost. I could finish the gauntlet. I took some paper towel and cleaned my puddle. I took more, went back out into the mall, got on my hands and knees, and cleaned up my other puddle. I told passerbys I had spilled water, even though there was an old lady across the way that was there beforehand, eying me suspiciously. I leaked more while I was on my hands and knees there, tiny trails streaming down my inner thighs around sensitive areas...I just couldn't reliably hold it, I was that desperate. I was in control one moment, absolutely not the next. I managed to clean everything up, and went back in the bathroom for attempt two. 2 agonizing minutes of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced. My bladder was screaming at me with all the fury of the seven hells to just piss all over the floor where I was standing and just give it some goddamn relief. But I couldn't. I was so close. The entire time, I stared myself in the mirror just muttering. "Don't pee. Don't pee. Don'-- Don't you dare fucking pee." I think someone came in and took a stall at some point. I didn't care. Finishing this challenge was all I cared about. And you know what? I did it. I did it and I almost cried and I immediately messaged Rainyday asking if I was allowed to pee. Guess what? Nope! Remember the rule? I had to go to the parking lot or somewhere else outside. Only then could I relieve myself. I hobbled to the nearest exit, leaking the whole way. Every step I'd spurt a little. I just could not hold it. I was no longer in complete control and I was not getting complete control back. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. You're probably imagining this in a slow dramatic fashion but it was more like 3 steps a second with little bits of pee shooting out of me every go. I was frothing at the mouth. My face felt hot and blushy, my blood racing and rushing, I was drooling and sputtering and moaning and groaning I was just so close and I didn't care who saw. I was a wet desperate mess of a human being, constantly peeing just a little against my own control. My boots squishing every step. I took careful measures to not leave a trail, making sure if my panties and skirt didn't catch it, my jacket sleeves did. Hunched over, knockkneed and hobbling with my hands pressed into my crotch, many would see me and think a walk of shame. Nah, man. I was still going. I had completed the final challenge and was on the home stretch. This was a walk of victory. On a side note? Bladder bulge was ridiculous. I've always seen pictures and been like, why don't I ever have something like that when I hold? Those look ridiculous how does a person hold enough to look like they have an alien inside them? Tonight I finally understood. Jeeeesus. Before I knew it, I was at the car. I opened the final bonus challenge. =====LAST BONUS CHALLENGE (7:39 PM) "Again, nothing too exciting. You've made it to the end, lasted through everything, etc. Well done! So, you can last a bit longer. The bonus challenge is easy: just wait for five more minutes here, and then you can go. Good luck." I read those words and literally, for a brief moment and time, wanted to actually die. It was so tempting. I was in the car lot, next to the car, completely soaked already and just free of the mall and of people and I could just let go right there. But I had come so far, and I wasn't going to allow this to tarnish my victory. Didn't stop me from bitching about it like crazy though. It was so hard. I leaned against the car, one hand holding my area between my legs in a vice grip for dear life, the other holding the phone and reading the encouragement. Reminder that the chat wasn't just Rainyday, several Omo.org friends came to witness my monumental challenge and offer me encouragement and support the whole way through. And they kept telling me. "Come on Crim, you can do it!" "You made it to the end, you can do 5 more minutes!" "You're doing great, keep it up!" "Make us proud, Crim." <--- All of these are direct quotes, by the way. I had a cheerleading squad that made tonight do-able. I would actually like to take this moment to thank @JustCallum, @Rainyday, @Pache, and absolutely NOT @blooper for being the best company and emotional support during an epic Omorashi challenge gauntlet a gal could ask for. Feat. @Lisk who showed up, said like one sentence, and left. Let me tell you guys. I leaked and dribbled and sputtered the entire time. Some spurts were bigger than others, including a notable momentary loss of control where I peed myself for a solid 3 seconds, a torrent destroying any dry fabric left on me as I just moaned into my car window, fogging it up. The cold window felt so nice against my sweaty head. It was around this moment I realized I had somehow, at some point, gotten my T-shirt wet. Figures, given I had been constantly and slowly wetting myself since I had left the fuckin' bathroom after challenge 10. Notable quotes from me, trying to distract myself from the desperate agony, by talking about my desperate agony, because I'm goddamned stupid: KozmoFox> uwaaa im going to piss werywhere 7:36 PM okay <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ohnfuck 7:39 PM i fuck 7:39 PM i dotnt hink 7:39 PM i can 7:39 PM wait 7:39 PM 5 mirwe <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leaking 7:39 PM on ground <•KozmoFox> uwaaa gushed down leffss <•KozmoFox> uwaaa but 7:41 PM regained •KozmoFox> uwaaa i eekp fucking spurting im gonnsa die <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ive ltierslly been slowly peeing myself since i left building hwo am i still 7:43 PM holding <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Rainy 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM when can i 7:44 PM please •KozmoFox> uwaaa pleas ei cant hold it 7:44 PM when •KozmoFox> uwaaa when 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM fucking 7:44 PM say 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM plesse You can probably tell that by the end there I was completely losing control. I hadn't been able to actually hold it for quite awhile at this point, but then? Any semblance of control I had left was slipping. By the time I was doing the single word messages at the bottom, I was steadily and thoroughly pissing myself next to the car, it was streaming down my legs and splashing across my feet and all over the pavement. I was going to say you could 20 seconds ago 7:44 PM But I had to answer your question 7:44 PM You wiiinnnnnn------ 7:44 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa CAN I OR CAN I NO 7:44 PM FUCK Final time: 1:45 of constant desperate agony, from opening the first email, to being told I'm allowed to pee. In this situation, the word "FUCK" coincides with me LITERALLY exploding. The second I read "You win", I couldn't even remotely hold on if I tried. The words registered, my body completely let go. I started peeing full force. And peeing, and peeing, and peeing. Power-peeing, if you will. I didn't so much as move my arm, my entire lower body got soaked, re-soaked, and soaked again in seconds. My panties had no hope against this barrage, I had like three streams going, from off the backs of both knees and through my skirt into my hand, into an extremely heavy stream hitting the ground with all it had. My socks could absorb no more. I actually stepped out of my boots and just stood my soft feet in the growing lake of my making. After like 30 seconds I removed my hand and just relaxed my entire body, letting it flow from straight between my legs onto the ground below. Someone walked by and totally saw that part, but trust me, I was so relieved I could give less of a shit. I felt goddamn humiliated afterwards, sure, but at that moment I didn't care. This relief was worth an orgasm and a half, I felt like I had literally been reborn. By the time I was halfway done I was so relieved and relaxed I could have napped. By the time I was done, I was standing in a lake that would make a hurricane jealous. I actually almost did nap, I couldn't bring myself to start driving so I just sat in the car in my wet clothes and the heat on for like half an hour, just leaning back and chatting in IRC, enjoying not being on the brink of wetting myself like a little girl for the first time in maybe 2 hours. Of course, I had just done exactly that, but who cares? I was also, naturally, PAINFULLY aroused, but this is not the place for that, that's not what this tale is about. I eventually pulled it together, stripped off my bottoms, and drove home like that, where I am now writing about my lovely evening. Reminder one final time. Rainyday is satan. I won't be doing requests like this again for a very long time, if ever again, but damn. To paraphrase myself from the first experience I wrote like 2 years ago... this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've ever done. I'm likely never going to do a hold like this again. I think this hold, this experience, is my magnum opus. My Mona Lisa. It won't be topped by anything I do. Not to be full of myself, but I don't think anything like this exists on the experiences forum, and I'm extremely proud of myself. I put my body and soul (and self-esteem) on the line for you guys. I hope I did you all proud. I hope I captured what omorashi.org is all about today. Thank you all for reading this long as hell tale that might as well be a novel, for sticking with me this long, and for just overall being awesome people. This has been Kozmo-Lotto 4!~ Please tell me what you thought, drop a comment, shoot a message, whatever!! ^^ I love you all, and I hope you have an amazing day!
  21. OmoCommando

    The Sanguinary Emissary

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    A horror-yet-comical themed, self-made RPG; you play the role of sisters Emma and Leila O'Neill as they explore an abandoned mansion for their missing friend. This RPG features self-made artwork, step-based desperation and wetting/peeing systems, fear wettings, coming to roughly three-to-four hours of gameplay, depending on how much grinding you do. Discussion Thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/22405-the-sanguinary-emissary/ Note: This is merely a demo. More content will be added with time. You should be able to transfer your save files between versions unless otherwise specified. A more important note: Run time package is not included in this file. If you don't already have it, download and install the RPG Maker VX Ace Run time package (RTP) if you want to be able to play this game. Directions: 1. Go to this website: http://www.rpgmakerweb.com/download/additional/run-time-packages 2. Make sure "RPG Maker VX Ace" is selected under "Start by selecting your program". 3. Scroll to the bottom of the page and click "Agree and download the RPG Maker VX Ace RTP". Installation instructions are located at the bottom of that same page.

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  22. Ondinist

    Valerie 13: Vignette

    I lay awake staring at the lofty ceiling of our bedroom, totally unable to sleep. There was no breeze to stir the heavy, humid air, even though the French windows on to the balcony had been flung wide open. It had been too hot to make love and, after some langourous cuddling, Valerie had dropped into a deep sleep. Both of us were naked and the coverlet and sheet we usually slept under lay in crumpled heaps on the marble floor. Moonlight streamed into the room, illuminating Valerie's pretty face in repose on her soft pillow, her shapely form as she lay on her front, pert bottom uppermost and arms and legs flung out in all directions. For a moment I could not identify the pattering sound. I raised myself on one elbow and looked across at Valerie. Moonlight revealed that she was wetting the bed as she slept, peeing steadily into the white sheet beneath her and creating a puddle that spread outwards from under her thighs. I leaned across, kissed her cheek and murmured gently to her to wake up. She stirred, opened her eyes and gave me an unfocused look. Then she realised that the bed beneath her was soaking wet and sprang to her feet. "What the hell...? Oh God, no!!" She burst into tears. I went round and took her in my arms. "It's all right, darling. You've just had a little accident, that's all." "Oh Tom, I'm so, so sorry!" she sobbed. I sat her on my lap, her wet thighs clammy against my skin, and rocked her gently, as though I was comforting a small child. "It doesn't matter, we'll soon get it cleared up." When she was a little calmer I gently lifted her on to the old leather armchair that formed part of the room's furnishings. She huddled down, shivering despite the oppressive heat, so I picked up the discarded coverlet from the floor and wrapped it around her. Pulling off the wet bed-sheet and the mattress protector beneath it, I crumpled them into a ball before throwing them into a corner of the room to be dealt with in the morning. After spreading a fresh sheet over the mattress - mercifully completely dry - and tucking it in I picked Valerie up again, tenderly laid her on the bed, lay down beside her, pulled the top sheet and coverlet over us both and took her in my arms. It was only occasionally that I saw the vulnerable side of Valerie's character - the insecure child within the feisty, self-assured adult - and at that moment I loved her more deeply than ever. "Why so upset?" I asked gently "You have never minded wetting yourself, after all." Still tearful, she turned away from me and spoke quietly into the darkness of the room. "That's different. Wetting my knickers because its the easiest thing to do, or even losing control because I have waited too long, is not at all the same thing as weeing without even realising I am doing it." "I don't think it's as serious as that" I murmured. "It's just the heat. You've been drinking water all afternoon and evening and wetting your bikini whenever you've needed a wee. Then you've come to bed, still full of water, fallen into a deep sleep and your body just let go. I really don't think it's anything to worry about." She seemed somewhat reassured by my words, though not totally convinced. We lay quietly together, front to back, Valerie curled in a tense ball, me holding her protectively. After several minutes of quiet comforting her breathing became more calm, her body gradually relaxed and eventually she fell asleep in my arms.
  23. Genre - Horror Platform - RPG Maker VX Ace So, a year ago, I got my hands on RPG Maker, and since then I've been slowly familiarizing myself with it, and eventually began building my own game. The Sanguinary Emissary is a horror-themed RPG, but remains on the comical side of things so things aren't too heavy. It features it's own desperation system, along with wetting and peeing mechanics, hand drawn art, in-battle and out-of-battle fear wettings, and an enticing story line, based on the premise of exploring a mansion that everyone considers haunted. Side notes: -Much of the art is more than six months old, so by the next or even final release, there will be many redraws. -This is in its beta stage, so any bugs or errors you find, please report them either here or in the comments section of the file download page. -A very special thanks to Rainyday and OmniLisk for their patience and time. They have been instrumental in the development of this game and supported me in times of low confidence. Remember, if you haven't played a game in RPG Maker VX Ace before, you will need to download the Run Time Package (RTP) for it. You can get it for free here: http://www.rpgmakerweb.com/download/additional/run-time-packages https://omorashi.org/files/file/2626-the-sanguinary-emissary/ I ask that you bear with me on this. There is bound to be many many bugs and errors for the first people to play this. Don't hesitate to report anything that feels out of place.
  24. Hi everyone! Its me again. I haven't been really writing as of late but its 2 am and I'm on a sort of tired whim, so don't blame me if this isn't as well written as my others.~ So as a lot of you may know, I'm recently into a new relationship with a lovely girl who's name I won't be giving out. Luckily, this isn't 30 years ago so I won't be beaten to death in public for dating another girl, but on the flipside of that we get ogled by everything in the vicinity whenever we're the slightest bit affectionate in public so ehhh... But anyway, she's lovely, I love her to death and I could honestly ramble on all day about how great she is, but this is very specifically not the place to do that. The important thing is she lives a bit...far off, so I don't get to see her nearly as often as I'd like to. So even though we're both kinda the stay shut in and cuddle and watch netflix/play video games all day types, whenever we get together we decide to put a little effort into at least getting up and doing SOMETHING, you know? So she decided to take me to...a club. I'd never been to one before, and she'd only been dragged by friends. She insisted it would be fun though, because where I am isn't the most densely populated place on earth, and even though neither of us are overly social she was of the mindset that if we just stayed out of the center of the action and found a spot to hang out in, we'd be fine. But juuust in case we dragged along two of my friends who WERE social to bite the conversation-leading bullet in case we were approached by any predatory club-goers (because that's what like, 50% of them are there for if I'm correct.) It is here that one of my infamous mishaps occurred, because I apparently cannot be trusted around liquid if I want to do anything. (Kidding :P) So, obligatory description bit, you know the drill. I'm too pale for comfort, my raven-black hair only exacerbating this to the point if I hear one more pale joke I'll throw up, but I actually did put a teal streak in it...I'm thinking I might dye it red at some point. Throw me in the like, 5'5-5'7 range and I haven't weighed in awhile, but under 110 (I need to eat more.) On this day, it being a hot summer day which I can't deal with because I'm Canadian and I don't like warm, I was wearing a black tank top and white tight fitting shorts, because due to the way women's clothing works, anything baggy enough for my comfort slides off my tiny frame and even though I have cute belts and stuff I don't want to wear them every single day of my life until the day I die. So we were at this club. Luckily it wasn't nearly as loud or crowded as movies make it out to be, but a secret VIP section with hot-tubs and Russian mobsters is still unknown, will investigate further. As my lovely waifu predicted, we were able to find a boothy-thing in the corner and just chill out. And as most people do at these places...We began to drink. Drink, and chat, and drink, and chat. We'd cycle through the four of us who would go get various rounds of drinks, and I'd rush my bit the most because I don't like being alone without people I know in places with strange people. So I'd go, grab the drinks, come back, and resume chatting, regardless of how some people in IRC think I don't want to chat. Eventually I began to see that my darling wifey and the other two would occasionally take a minute or two longer than expected. Upon inquiry, I found out they had been taking bathroom breaks because, well, we WERE drinking very copious amounts of fluid, and also becoming very intoxicated. It was probably due to the intoxication and the fact that I hadn't, as the kids say, "broken the seal" yet that I hadn't noticed that holy shit I need to pee. I reflexively crossed my legs and dug my nails into the side of my leg as it jumped straight to the forefront of my mind. If you ever want to know how someone can go from completely fine to desperate in a single moment, it appears alcohol and confusion are key factors. I tried to shove the worry out of my mind, as I always do, and even try to enjoy it given my enthusiasm for the subject. As you know, this usually leads to me delaying, and as such, usually leads to incidents, which in turn, usually ends up in me writing on here. Usually. But even though for once, this occurred to me, I was a little nervous to get up. I really must push the fact that while on the internet I talk and yell a lot, I have really bad social anxiety in real life and tend to keep to myself. This was a strange new environment filled with strange new people. I didn't even know where the damn bathroom was. So I just decided to deal with it for a bit, and wait until it was my turn to fetch the drinks. Everyone else made detours to the bathroom on those trips, so it must have been within reasonable detour distance from the bar. While going to the bathroom before buying drinks is an automatic action for most, given my issues, I had to plan strategically. Because you know, I'm not smart enough to do the reasonable thing and just get up and go. So one round passes. I feel the urge, and my bladder, increasing in intensity. I start to rock a little in my seat, which I attributed to the drunkenness and giddiness when asked. Another round passes. I can feel a pressure now. The urge is one thing, you know what I mean? Just signals to the brain. But an actual physical feeling of pressure is when you know things are getting serious. I snake a hand between my crossed legs whenever the other 3 in the booth are sufficiently distracted enough, while I continue to sip on my drinks because I'm an idiot, but this time I can blame my idiocy on the fact that at this point I was full on drunk. And so, I got drunker and drunker as said events went on. I would be a black belt in drunken fist by the end of this night. Round 3, I'm basically dying. My girlfriend can tell somethings wrong and she asks if I'm sick because I'm just there, obviously sweating, legs crossed and rocking, but I just say my stomach is unsettled and I need to walk a bit, and then put on an act pretending I was just then having the idea to fetch the next round to kill two birds with one stone! I stand up....and nearly fall over. Right. The alcohol. I walk in the direction of the bar, if you could call it walking. I hobble, legs kind of together, holding myself whenever I'm in a spot people wouldn't be paying attention to, and I frantically look around somewhere, anywhere for a bathroom. I spot one off to the right of the bar, and I immediately head inside. The sight of the queues make my stomach drop, and I feel myself dribble into my underwear from the momentary shock. Upon seeing that multiple of the women have noted my presence, I decide I don't want the attention and slip back out of the door, and lean against the wall before holding myself a bit, focusing on stopping the dribble. I succeeded though, very luckily, and I checked myself expertly like I had done so many times before in my life. Fortunately my shorts were dry, though I could definitely feel the dampness in my underwear. I won't lie, I started to panic a little, but I told myself I could wait for the queues to disperse; if everyone I was with had been able to go earlier and not be too long, this must've just been a busy time. But I also had to pick up the drinks! So like the dutiful person I am, I did so and brought them back. I did the smart thing and tried to act natural, while avoiding touching my drink...which my girlfriend took note of but I insisted I was fine. That was a total lie of course; I'm certain my shaking was probably visible. Regardless nobody questioned it, probably being too smashed to actually think logic based thoughts or observe anything off. I sat there, wondering how long it would take 10 or 12 women to go through 4 stalls..and I sat. And I wondered. And I leaked. And I...what? My thoughts snapped back to my throbbing bladder and I realized my control was beginning to slip. I shoved my hand between my legs trying to stop it and control myself, but the sudden movement just caused me to spurt instead, and I could feel the warmth against my fingertips. I clutched, hard, feeling the white fabric go damp against my crotch. And the warmth came forth again. And again. And I began to panic as I realized I was slowly beginning to pee in my shorts right there in the booth. Luckily, given I had gotten up earlier, I was on the outside of the seat. I took off without another word. I do not recall if I heard anyone call after me, but I know nobody immediately followed. I hobbled past, dribbling once or twice more into my shorts before I found a spot to once again, feel and check...and my crotch was very, very damp. I began panicking even more, and even MORE when I looked towards the only bathroom I knew of and saw the queue had not shrunk, but grown! This is when my usual mindset came into place. Hyper focus. Point of no return, what was to be done? Where else might a bathroom be? Just the thought of that made me dribble more. I wouldn't be surprised if some hit the floor, but given my hidden away position near a wall, towards a corner, in a low-light environment such as this, nobody saw my situation from what I could see; in fact I didn't see a single person look in my direction. Most people were drunk and on the dance floor lost in their on little worlds. That's when for whatever reason, I figured that a bathroom might be near the entrance, and without a second thought that's where I headed. Naturally I got there and there was none in sight...And I no longer had time to look around, I realized, as I leaned against a wall, a wave of pure need to release just washing over me...I felt my crotch go warm, and some urine run down my thigh. I saw a drop hit the floor and I ran. I ran out the entrance, and made a break for the south side of a building...It was facing a hill, was dark, and opposite the side that had the parking lot. Nobody was there, and but a single light that I stood under, my head against the side of the building as I drunkenly tried to undo my button on my shorts. And I tried. And I tried. It only got harder as I had to suddenly shove my hand into the crotch of my shorts, the need to release hitting me like a truck once again. My head against the wall was the only thing holding me up..And I couldn't undo that damn button, even as I started losing control. Now that I was in the light, I could see the damp spot on my shorts suddenly and violently expand from beneath my hand, a hand that was instantly warm and soaked. I slammed my legs together, frantically rubbing them together and bouncing while applying pressure with my hand, trying to stop the flow as I loudly moaned in a mixture of desperate, frantic despair and ever-needed relief. I managed to slow it, but not stop it, just as I got the button unstuck. Very ironically, the sudden expansion of bladder space was like a trigger, and I immediately, full on, burst. Let me tell you, like a glass tipping over. I didn't think to try yanking my shorts down, I immediately stuck my free hand between my legs with the other, as I felt my pee shoot out of me, soaking both my hands as I felt pee spread all across the front of my shorts (likely due to the position of my hands) and all around my ass began to feel warm as well, urine cascading down my legs onto the ground, as I just moaned in...I don't even know what anymore, just all the sensations were too much and I couldn't stay silent. As always, I fought to the bitter end, constantly bouncing and jiggling and making what were probably way too erotic noises, as I threw my legs into every damn position I could, trying to repair a dam that had already collapsed from its cracks. Leave it to me to fight a long since lost battle, obvious given the state of my clothes and the puddle on the ground, like I would if I still hadn't lost a drop. But eventually, I was standing there in soaked shorts, with soaked legs, empty, and to be honest, exhausted. I did a long loop around the building and back to the lot where we kept the car, staying on the outer edges to avoid the light. Once I reached the car, I got my really big hoodie out of the passenger side and tied it around my waist, and just kinda leaned against the car for a bit. I think I could have honestly fallen asleep standing up against the car, because you know, liquor, before I was suddenly woken up by my girlfriend, who had come looking for me out there when she couldn't find me inside. She asked me if I was okay, etc, which was perfectly fine other than the fact that she had an arm on the car on each side of me and was reaaal close to my face. Upon getting confirmation I was okay, her lips were immediately on mine, and I was about to be equally as receiving given even I realize that alcohol = friskiness, but I also realized that I couldn't let her touch the bottom half of me right now under any circumstance, so I suddenly feigned ill (again) and asked if she'd fetch the other two because I just wanted to go home and watch a movie. She agreed that we'd been out awhile anyway, and very determinedly and dutifully set off to do so (god she's awesome) and I just sat in the passenger seat, on my sweater that was still tied to me...and I dozed off. When I woke up we were back home, and first moment I could I ran up and changed, throwing my clothes (and sweater) into the laundry as I put on my pajamas. My memory is hazy due to the buzz of the night, but I'm PRETTY sure I got off scot-free, as I tend to. Before anyone asks, none of us drove; There was a friend down the street, visiting another friend, who lived in an apartment a few buildings down from the club. She was just waiting on a phone call. Anyway, that's my story! Did you like it? Tell me what you liked and didn't like, I'm always looking to improve, even when I'm lazily writing at what is now 4:30 am (procrastination and stuff made the writing of this take 2 and a half hours holy shit -.-) As always, I love you all, you're amazing :) Feel free to leave various responses or even shoot a message my way! I really hope my writing continues to be well received. ^^~ OTHER TALES OF KOZMOFOX: 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 (Oh my god I don't remember embedded links taking up so much space LOL: got rid of the embeds for less scrolling) Various edits because every time I look over this I find a minor error
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    While this file uses Omutsu in its name it does still have a lot of straight up omorashi as well. The video starts with a girl walking on a gravel path and lifting up her skirt so we can see her panties. We then see another girl wet her panties and then walk off to make a phone call. The same girl wets her panties again while she is making a call from a phone box. She then heads into a fast food restaurant. It then cuts to another girl wearing a diaper which we can see poking out from under her dress. She then also enters the fast food restaurant. The two girls then meet up with a third girl and talk for a bit while they get their food. The group of four girls (no idea where the other one came from) now head outside and walk down the street. There is a cut to one of the girl's showing their panties on the bus and then two scenes of two girls wetting themselves on the street. One of the girls gets a piggy back from a stranger and he lifts her skirt up. The girls then get on the bus. Then there is a close up of one of the girls wetting her diaper. The next scene has one of the girls putting a diaper on another girl. Then another girl is diapered. There is a cut to the bus where one of the girls wets her diaper. I think it leaks. Next three girls are talking on the street and showing off their diapers. They talk to a lot of people with pixellated faces . Then one of the girls wets her diaper. Two of the girls have their diapers removed. One girl wrings out her diaper to show how much she peed. Everyone eats some food. Then the third girl has her diaper removed and is spanked (lightly). Then the girl who spanked her is also spanked. Then both girls are spanked by a fourth girl. In the next scene a girl is given an enema while she kisses another girl. Then three girls kiss each other. The girl who had the enema now releases it into her pyjamas then receives a hug. Another girl rubs the mess in with her foot. Two girls kiss. One of the kissing girls pees on the enema girl through her pyjamas. A girl is given a laxative and joins the other two girls. The laxative girl is then put into a diaper. The two other girls stroke the laxative girl while she is encouraged to let go. The laxative girl lets go and is then embraced by the other girls. The laxative girl has her diaper removed and the enema girl is given a second enema. The enema girl and laxative girl both mess themselves. The scene ends with the girls sucking on each other's nipples. The rest of the video seems to be some sort of advertisement for other videos with various wetting and messing situations. Sorry about the randomness of the description but I just wrote it as I saw it. The video is kind of hard to follow but can be good if it is what you are into.

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