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  1. My 9th writing, was sitting on this story's idea for a few weeks now. Hope you enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 20+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; always manages to find some way to wet herself even when unintentional. Yuta [M] - 20+ y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; loves to help in decision-making. _______ Yuta and Mali have always had fun with omo. No matter what they do, or what happens, how it happens, they love seeing each other pee in unsuspecting scenarios. Yuta recently learned what it was like to be on the receiving end of desperation in a holding contest, and found it scary but thrilling. Since then, Mali did further research on omo things she could do, and brewed up an exciting plan. She'd picked out a day they both had off, and put together a starter list of rapid desperation ideas for Yuta to give her, (how organized). "So by doing all this you can weaken your own bladder?" Yuta asked, both of them sitting on their bed. "Yep! This makes it so the need to go comes more often and I'm left unharmed!" Mali says. She smirks. "Wanna try it out?" She leans over onto him sensually and murmurs "...you can be in control." "Sure. I like the sound of that." he snickers. ..... "Alright, here's how this is going to work. Starting now, you'll drink a full 12 oz/350 mL glass of water, and do so again at the start of each hour. You'll do this three times, and over the three hours, go to the bathroom twice, once at the 1hr 30min mark and again at 3 hrs. After that, you'll drink 8 oz/235 mL every 30 minutes for 2 hours, and can again go twice, once per hour. Last, at the end of your preparation, you must drink 6 oz/175 mL every 15 minutes thereafter. We'll see how long you last from there." "Whoa, these numbers make it sound like a workout routine!" Mali glowed. "I'll add in some challenges here and there to make things more difficult. Any questions?" Mali thought the implications of 'we'll see how long you last' was a bit ominous, but decided not to ask about it. She did have something for him though. "What's the towel for?" Yuta had set aside a towel in the corner of their small living room. "Emergency usage." Another ominous remark! She proceeded with her tasks, knowing the road up ahead would be bumpy and would want to make her leak! It's 10 AM, Mali used the bathroom and started with her first drink. She was wearing a dark gray tank top, a white denim skirt, and pink underwear. To kill time, she and Yuta laid in their bedroom and started a show called Breaking Not-So-Bad. It was about marijuana dealer trying to get business in U.S. states where cannabis wasn't legal yet. Lots of their friends said it was really good. An hour passes, and she starts her second drink. She hardly feels anything at this point, so engrossed in the show to not think about bathroom use at all. Soon at 11:30 she's obligated to empty her tank, even if it's mostly empty to begin with. Noon arrives and she starts on her third glass. Apart from the show, she notices a little creep on her bladder, but more pressingly just how much water she drank so far. She wasn't used to this much fluid in her stomach and was doing her best to ease into it. Throughout the hour, her urges steadily crept from mild, to moderate, to suddenly uncomfortable by ten minutes from her next bathroom break. She shifted herself impatiently over this time, catching the eye of her BF. "Already starting to feel it?" "Eh, not really. Just...waiting for my next break." Mali responded. "So you're feeling it." "Fine. I guess." She didn't want to admit it. 1:00 PM shows up and Mali is semi-relieved this time, as opposed to last. As she leaves the bathroom into the kitchen, Yuta stops her. "We're entering phase 2, so it's time for some new conditions. 1. Every third drink now has to be tea. 2. If you leak into any piece of your clothes, you have to take that piece off." "Wow, such a subtle way to get me nude you perv," she said snarkily. But she gladly accepted. As the hour further nears 1:30, Mali realizes the level of intensity she unwittingly signed up for. She was already nearing the same desperation she felt before her last bathroom trip, and she still had a half hour and 8 oz/235 mL of water to get through! 2:00 approaches, and Mali is squirming at the bed, full of hydration and pee. She feels that a leak may be coming if she doesn't get relief soon. Her arms placed off to her sides, giving her lower torso breathing space, and pushing down on the cushions as a resistance effort. "You can do it," says Yuta. "Shut it, I'm fine. Just don't know how long I can stay dry..." She walks off to the bathroom, taking her time as she goes. She makes it in, throws down her skirt, and lets go with a satisfied sigh. Mali made it. She wraps up, stands up, and goes to pull everything back up, when she sees in horror, a faint, spread wet spot on her panties. How did I not notice it? she wonders. The only reasonable explanation is that some slipped out of her completely unaware some time ago, given how it wasn't exactly wet but widened quite a bit. So my bladder is weakening that much? She was in for a storm. With her skirt on, she walks back to the bedroom and sets her damp underwear beside Yuta on the floor. "One down," he smirks. "Oh, and when you grab your next water, it would be a big help if you could water the plants in the back. There's been no rain lately. You think you could do that?" Mali gets jittery. Leaning over, working with water, and you want me outside?? "Y-yes sir," she agrees reluctantly, excited, nervous, and crazed all at once. She downs her glass fast so it doesn't concern her during work. She doesn't know that she made her own fatal error; her bladder already was filling back up. The couple's backyard was secluded, but not private. They lived in a suburban area, and had tall, 6ft/2m wooden fence posts lining the yard. However, some neighboring houses have windows high enough to overlook those posts. Despite this, Mali knew there would be no one able to see into their yard that day - all their neighbors were out working. Despite that though, being outside didn't make her situation and less innately fear-inducing. Her bladder was filling moderately quick now, her kidneys working at a faster pace. Even so, her bladder muscles had already been tampered with several times today, and have taken quite a beating. No matter how hard she tried, she would need a miracle to pass this trial. First was filling the watering can. Just bending over to fill it from a spout was a risk. She filled it, all while clouding her mind to distract herself from the noise. While that was bad, watering the plants was worse. *pshhbshbshbsh* It literally sounds like someone peeing!! She yelled internally. She had this plus a small breeze every now and then reminding her of her risqué clothing situation. Mali plunged along, fighting through rising urges and influential environmental stimuli. By 2:30, her legs were crossed, only having a few more plants to water. Each trip to the spout was painful and she was reaching yet again her no-leak limit. She knew she hadn't yet, she would feel this one if it happened. She was so focused that she hardly noticed Yuta walking over to her with a glass of iced tea. She saw him, broke concentration, and... *dripdripdrip fssshhht* "ah damnit.....fuck," she sighed. She looked down. The grass below her sparkled, and the backside of her skirt grew a darker shade of white before Yuta could say anything. "It was only for 2 seconds, but that definitely counts," he said. "Damn. No one was looking right?" She said as she put her knees together, looking beyond the fence. "No one but me." "Thank god. At least I don't have to water anymore." Yuta looked at her with a puzzled, suggestive expression. "No. Seriously? You want me to....No. No way, with no skirt on?! Nothing at all?!?" He nodded confidently. "Cmon! With only a few plants left! Jeez!" Mali scoffed. Being outside nearly pissing herself was stressful enough, and now Yuta wanted her to do it bottomless?! He was insane! Unfortunately for her, she was not willing to back down from a challenge, no matter the ludicrousy. So she took it. She took one good look around her surroundings, clear. Her heart began to beat rapidly. She took a few mandatory sips of iced tea, and in one fluid motion, dropped her skirt. *pssh* "Mmm!" she froze, took a few seconds, recuperated, and stood back up to finish what she started. She could feel her bladder filling by the drop at this point. Even with haste she barely could stand straight, the pressure on her muscles was so great. She watered away, and finally approached the last plant, bottom half exposed to the elements. Yuta spoke up. "It's 2:37 now and it doesn't seem like you'll make it to 3:00. I'll allow you to "water" this last plant yourself, but only for 8 seconds." Mali's eyes widened and wasted no time frantically crouching down over the plant and letting loose. "8," *fshhhh-* "7, 6," *FSHHHHHHHHHHH* "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Stop!" *SHHHHhhhhhmm...* Mali let out a heavy sigh. It took everything she had in her to stop that stream on time. She was honestly amazed she did it in the first place. Everything near her bladder tightened up quick, and although it helped a lot, it felt like very temporary relief, as Mali would correctly guess. If her bladder was originally at 95% capacity, it felt like it only reduced to 80%. She hurried inside, out of sight of any hidden public eye. She downed the rest of her tea, not sure if she could drink anything more, and continued her journey once more. Mali arrived at 3:00 PM, and faithfully hurried to the restroom and let out her last allotted tank before 'seeing how long she would last thereafter.' It surprised her when she made sure she let everything out and it wasn't her biggest emptying. Her bladder had simply become that feeble. The couple moved on from Breaking Not-So-Bad to a single-player video game that they passed back and forth. Mali was now drinking almost a full cup of water every 15 minutes, and her stakes were extremely high. Mali remembers a scene very similar to this way back when she was testing the limits of her bladder under normal circumstances. She was playing games, no bottom, achieving high desperation, now with another person in the room. She explained this to her BF. "Oh is that right? Speaking of, how are you doing now?" he questioned smugly. "Oh, not too great," she said, squirming, sweating, and showing general signs of discomfort. "It's 3:14, almost time for another round." "Holy shit can I even drink anything anymore?" she noted, somewhat jokingly. Her stomach area had expanded out noticeably, the pressure of both bladder and stomach compounding on each other. Some time passes and Mali can no longer drink. Yuta is currently finishing a level at 3:47 and Mali paces squeamishly around the room. She has the ability to hold out, so she'll try her best to hold out. Pee slowly dribbles down her leg as she watches him clear the stage and enter her final turn. She kneels down to the controller. *pst* half a second It's a short level. She trembles with the controller, steadying her progress toward the end. *Fmmm* 2 seconds A small area on the carpet was densely soaked. Keep going, she thought. It was all she thought. "You got this," Yuta encouraged. She reached the goal. Her expression remained unchanged. *twitch* *ps* a few drops She stood up, pee and sweat beading and trickling down the backside of her legs. "You've done great. I gotta use the bathroom now, hold just one second," Yuta scurried away. "NO!" she uttered desperately. She shoved her hands through her tank to her crotch. *Fsshh* *pssh* There was no stopping it now. Very slowly as to wait out Yuta's literal gatekeeping pee leaked through Mali's tank top, her legs glued together, shaking as they try and seal the dam shut the best they can. She barely had time left before her muscles failed. She heard Yuta taking a piss when she remembered something vital. In a final ditch effort, Mali hurries over to the towel on the floor. She takes it and folds it as much as she can, all while golden drops land rapidly at low pressure on the carpeted floor. She moves the towel between her legs, and continues for seconds more to hold off the floodgates. Then... *fmmMMMMMMMM-* Everything spills into the towel. As one part soaks, Mali rearranges it to soak a dry part. The toilet flushes from inside the bathroom. Mali makes her way over to the door, still trying to keep her balancing act up as the towel grows heavier by the second. The sink starts. Pee continues flowing. The sink stops. Finally as the towel reaches max capacity, Yuta opens the door and both individuals fly by each other. The towel drips as Mali stumbles into the bathroom and on the toilet. *HISSSSSSS-* *FLAP* She rests on the toilet and throws the dripping towel into the shower. Her stream roars into the bowl, the door still open, Yuta watching subtly. She lets out several exhausting breaths before her stream diminishes into a trickle, and last to nothing. "You did a good job," he says. Mali grabs the towel and looks up. "I could really throw this at you right now and not feel sorry." _______ Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it. Apologies for any errors I may have missed. If you liked it and want more, check my profile for 8 more stories similar to this. Also, if you want to see these two act in a different situation, lmk what that is and maybe I'll turn it into a piece one day. Thanks again!
  2. After some amazing experiences with controlling bladders to the point of failure, I love the idea of someone being made to do a challenge/having a challenge done to them (like pressing their bladder) that makes them have an accident. See below for some of my favourites. Would love if anyone wants to add to this (particularly OC) https://thisvid.com/videos/tied-up-pee-holding-contest/ https://thisvid.com/videos/pissqueen/ https://thisvid.com/videos/full-bladder-fisting2/ https://thisvid.com/videos/peeing136/ https://thisvid.com/videos/haya-s-desperation-challenges/ https://thisvid.com/videos/wetting-game/
  3. Hi fellow degenerates. I’ve been having a lot of fun helping a sub discover their love of pee holding and wetting. We’ve had a number of sessions so far ranging from purposefully wetting themselves to having an uncontrollable accident. Listed below is the list of challenges we’ve already gone through and some others I’m already aware of. Any new ones would be super useful. P.S they have female genitalia. - pressing on bladder - pushing bladder onto desk/table etc - lying on ground on their front with something under their bladder - sitting on the toilet without going - leaking on purpose and then stopping - washing their hands - allowing warm water to run down their leg/feet - sitting in a tub of warm water - pouring water into their underwear
  4. Hey! I've got the house completely to myself until Monday - what am I gonna do!? Looking for any challenges or suggestions or anything (feel free to PM - I'm rubbish at checking stuff but will be more active than usual this week 😉 ) I'm 22 years old btw and not usually all that adventurous but open to pretty much anything really...hit me with your best shot!!
  5. Hi everyone! It's been a bit since I've written anything, despite my rather prolific escapades. Life and all that, I moved into a new apartment smack dab in the middle of my city, rather than the outskirts of a different smaller community where I used to be. That on top of work and university is just such a timesink that I don't often have time to do anything relatively daring anymore. On top of even THAT, the experiences I write have gotten to such a ridiculous standard of daring or just outright packed challenges that my normal holds would just be below the bar of most of the things I've written, so there's barely a point to writing them. Like, I'm sure you'll agree what I'm about to write is far more interesting than "I sat at my computer and drank until I peed all over my floor." Which is something that's occurred as recently as in the past few days, its just not writing-level, you know? So, its been a bit and I apologize that its been so long since I've put out any content, I've just kind of literally "held" myself into a box where anything on the level of my other popular writings just never happens anymore. That however, changed in November. If you're part of the Discord you'll know this, but we have essentially a waifu rolling gacha bot. The context to this particular piece is that Zapdos got Sam Porter Bridges from Death Stranding. Me, being a big fan of Genius Kojumbo, really wanted him and made the classic blunder of saying I'd do anything to have him. And so, a sort of contract was made. Zapdos wanted to make a challenge gauntlet for me not unlike that of KozmoLotto IV, which makes sense given that particular piece of mine is still the highest rated post in the history of omorashi.org. Upon completion of said set of challenges, I would be given the character from the bot. This was not long after my move, so I had an entirely new area and scene to work with depending on the challenges, it would be fresh and full of the unexpected, as I am now living in the downtown area of a big city. I wish that was an allegory, but there were quite literally some complications that resulted in some publicly damp pants. We'll get to that. This is likely going to be a long read, so buckle up. The rules were simple. No toilet unless specified, hold it, do the challenges. I would receive each challenge as they came, with no prior knowledge as to what they entailed, so I could not prepare or be able to game them in any way. Obligatory description phase! If you've read any of my works you already know all of this, but consistency is key. Average female height, probably like 90 pounds soaking wet (ha) when I'm not hitting the gym hyper aggressively to build lean muscle. I am very skinny and not gifted in the chest department at all, though I'm told a fair bit that I have a nice butt. At this point in time my hair is a brown, though at the time I'm sure it was darker because its been a bit since my last dye job. Looking to get my hair healthier. Pale as the moon and I've got ink all over my upper chest, as well as a fair deal on my arms/legs/back. Not going to specify what they are, far too identifying, though a small handful of you are fully aware. To start I believe I was wearing a white tank top, a beige cotton cardigan, black thigh highs and a miniskirt, with a nice skimpy purple bra and panty set. I could be slightly wrong on some of these details; its been a couple of months and I only have the time and energy to write it out now. The skirt is what I'm sure of, as it was subject to change in line with one of the challenges, as I was to wear jeans when the challenges started taking place outside. And so begins the challenge log. If you were wanting to get into the meat of it, it starts here: Chapter 0: "Your outfit is a short-sleeved shirt with a miniskirt. Choose one toilet in your house - as long as you are still participating in the Zapdos Test, you must behave as if any other bathrooms or toilets your place of residence may have do not exist. Drink a decent amount of water (it’s up to you how much a “decent” amount is) and do whatever you want for half an hour before reporting back to begin the Zapdos Test. The Zapdos Test is named the Zapdos Test because Zapdos is a bird, and birds have no hands. Therefore, you cannot hold yourself with your hands until you begin Task #6. If you do so out of instinct, record the number of times it happens." There isn't a whole lot to discuss here. We talked about how much water should theoretically be drank, so I settled on an initial dose of around 800ml. A nice hefty starting point to ensure I'd be getting somewhere. Other than that we just sort of chatted for half an hour while I waited for the first actual challenge. I started from empty, so I wanted to make sure I had a decent amount in my system, but not literally drink my body weight on the first actual drink. If I did, I'd surely fail, thus water consumption was a difficult balancing act. I chugged it down and soldiered on. Chapter 1: Tranquil Lake "Do nothing for 10 minutes." Ever the creative, Zapdos had his first real challenge be to sit here and do nothing. Sure gives me a lot of material to write about doesn't it? I remember watching a youtube video, that's about it. The purpose was obviously to let the water filter its way through my system, which being 40 minutes into the challenge as a whole by the end of it, it was certainly doing. Nothing notable yet to report at this stage. Chapter 2: Filling the Bottle "Slowly drink another decent amount of water over the next ten minutes while you sit around doing more nothing. If you don’t think you can handle that much again, you may drink less. Note: drinking the full amount again is required for clearing the Zapdos Test with a Plus Ultra rank." I finished my youtube video, and drank down another 800ml. At this point I was 1600ml in, which of the rare times I've actually measured, is the area of where I know my highest recorded bladder capacity lay. I don't know if I've ever beaten it since; I don't measure often. Point is, if I was well hydrated and all this water went straight to my bladder, it would basically be at max. Luckily, I had time before everything went through me. At this point I had about an average need to use the bathroom, nothing pressing, but if I flexed my lower abdomen I could feel a bit of the burning pressure on my bladder, that classic dull ache. If I was at work and happened to walk by a bathroom, its the sort of level of need where I'd use it, more out of caution of the future rather than anything immediate. Of course, getting me here was all according to plan. Fun fact, I tend to write my experiences while at this level of needing to pee so I can pause my writing and just kind of poke at myself to refresh the memory of what such sensations feel like, like an almost sort of omo-writer method acting, this piece included. And so, knowledge that things would get very pressing in the near future, I waited out my time, and the next challenge came. Chapter 3: Cleansing Liquid "Do the dishes - wash all your plates and bowls. Even if they haven’t been used yet, they’ve surely gathered some dust, right?" This was the exact moment I started having trouble. I am not overly susceptible to omo imagery, or sounds. Waterfalls and pssh noises won't mess with me at all. There is two specific things that get me needing to go reaaaaally bad. Very vivid descriptions of the inner bodily functions of needing to pee, which make me focus on those exact things, and secondly, warm fucking water. Even if I don't need to pee, doing the dishes will make me need to pee, and bad. I don't know why it affects me so much, but it does. There's been at least one time where I was washing dishes with what I thought was only a mild need, and had to outright yoink over a big mixing bowl I had yet to wash, drop my shorts and piss in it as fast as I could, because that water ensured I wasn't going to make it to the bathroom. THAT'S how bad this sort of thing makes me need to pee, essentially my goddamn kryptonite. I realized this only in the last year, though I probably should have figured it out by KozmoLotto IV, in which washing my hands had me pissing myself down my kneesocks for a few seconds. How I only put two and two together recently, I'll never know. Regardless, point is, the first thing I said to him was "Oh, fuck you." That moderate need to pee I had became danger levels the entire time I was touching the water, and I had to do ALL my dishes. I handled it like a champ though. I propped my elbows on the counter so I could lean and bend, crossing my legs and bouncing around a fair bit. I remember gritting my teeth and loudly swearing at a few points, but keeping mind to my position I managed to clench up tight and just power through as fast as I could. Getting to stop washing the dishes was almost as much of a relief as getting to pee would have been. Almost. Luckily, I made it out unscathed. Its a good thing this was early, because if something like this was the last challenge, it would have resulted in an absolutely vibrating and sweaty Kozmo, loudly squeaking and whining before absolutely soaking her skirt and the kitchen floor before the first plate was done. But, we can leave that to some alternate timeline. Chapter 4: Elegant Waterfall "Feast your eyes on these wonderful compendiums of GIFs that showcase natures beauty and humanitys ingenuity. To fully take in the splendor, you must look at each GIF for a decent amount of time before moving to the next one." Luckily, as I stated earlier, imagery doesn't affect me a whole lot. A little maybe, but not any way noticeable, just mild irritation. Unfortunately, I needed to pee, so even with the imagery not affecting me, taking the time looking at these gifs was compounding my urge enough. It was getting pretty bad, but manageable. Lots of scowling and bouncing my leg, one crossed over the other, having to look at various waterfalls and irrigation. Plenty of firehoses and the like to go around. I did get some amusement out of it though, one of the gifs was a shot of a showerhead pouring, which allowed me to flex my endless trove of useless knowledge for a moment: I recognized it immediately as the shower from Psycho. It was a nice distraction from the fact that I really really needed to pee, and was secretly praying one of these challenges would contain some sort of momentary relief. The big amounts of water were starting to really pour through my system, and I had the briefest flash of doubt cross my mind. Luckily, I am a creature fueled solely by spite and I despise losing, so I was able to press on with newfound determination as a result, if not a little shaky at this point. The shakiness was partially because he snuck in a little something incredibly mean. GIF #11 wasn't a gif at all, it was a JAV mp4 of a girl wetting her skirt in a stall. It took me completely off guard and seeing someone wearing something similar to my outfit just have an accident all over the floor had me groan. It was clever, to his credit. But Zapdos is an asshole. Chapter 5: Spritzing Sprinkler "You may use the bathroom to relieve yourself.* Afterwards, stack the plates and then the bowls you previously washed on top of the toilet seat. If they begin to feel precariously balanced before they are all stacked, then remove the topmost one and consider this task complete. Note: stacking the dishes one by one is required for clearing the Zapdos Test with a Plus Ultra rank. *You can only do so for one second at a time, and you must do this exactly ten times. You must exit the bathroom and wait for one minute between each period of relief. Count the number of times you are unable to stop after one second and record the number. If the number is zero, you may have one extra 5-second relief. If the number is over 5, drink a glass of water after completing this task." So, a bit of a confession to make. I fucked this one up pretty badly. I was so eager for a bit of relief that I didn't read nearly carefully enough, i.e I missed the part about waiting a minute between each. I practically ran into the bathroom, and machine gunned off 10 spurts, some of which perhaps lasting longer than a second. I didn't know my fuckup until I had done everything required and then was informed of said fuckup. The punishment and result? Take another one of those great big drinks I had to replace what I'd lost, and do it all again. Keep in mind that this was maybe 2 hours after my initial starting chug; everything had time to filter through pretty well, and I had in a few challenges gone from mild need, to quite whimpery and desperate. My bladder was absolutely pulsing, and I could feel my lower muscles quivering, occasional contractions forcing me to bend at the knees. Can you blame me for missing a detail? After getting relief, and then replacing it all, my bladder wanted more out. So waiting a minute in between each spurt was absolute hell. It ALL wanted to come out, and very, very difficult. This was one of those points where if I wasn't on my A game, it would all come pouring out. I remember praying to myself that if I did indeed lose control at that moment, it would be during a spurt into the toilet and not dancing around whining outside my closed bathroom. During the first round of spurts, a bit managed to enter my underwear as I was pulling them down for my initial sit-down. I failed to stop 3 times during the initial round of machine gunning, and once during the far more torturous round 2, while I was getting up from one of my one second spurts and more kept coming as I was standing up, creating a splatter on the floor in front of the toilet. The government spies are likely very concerned with my well-being, as I was shouting at my google home in the kitchen to set 1 minute timers (My kitchen is across the hall from the toilet) with increasing franticness every time. Luckily, it resulted in a good amount of relief, even if I was punished via needing to intake more liquid than I'd released during said relief. Stacking the dishes, fresh with new vigor from my slight emptying, was absolutely trivial. I was proud and excited to take on the next challenge, at which point I found out why I had gotten the relief in the first place. Chapter 6: Tim Hortons "Equip the Lush 2 at LOW (roughly 25% of MAX) and change out of the skirt into a pair of jeans. Head out on the Cafe Adventure™. Further instructions will be sent via online communications. Keep in touch, you hear?" For context, I am Canadian. Tim Hortons coffee is what our blood is made of, and we have one essentially on every block. It is the single most common enterprise you will find in this country. It was pre-established that should I leave the house during the challenges, this is where I'd be going, because Zapdos didn't want to place me anywhere uncomfortable. For even further context, as with any woman proud of and in control of her personal sexual agency, I have a few toys, the Lush 2 being one of such. It is essentially a big motor meant to go inside and stay there while vibrating for internal stimulation, rather than any kind of bullet vibrator. Look it up if you want to see what I mean. Given the very nature of the device, the second I had equipped it and turned it on, having gotten relief simply no longer mattered. The rather nice vibrations coupled with it being inside DIRECTLY affected my bladder, basically vibrating it by extension. Other parts did not fare well either, with it compounding the urge to pee by perhaps twice as much. I imagine it was stimulation of the urethra from the inside or something of similar concept; it wasn't so much the muscles quivering and wavering, as much as the very direct urge of wanting to pee, if I'm explaining this right. It made things very difficult. I would have been enjoying it far more if I hadn't been determined to win. I pulled my jeans on with some difficulty, as they were quite tight, slapped on a belt for style and because I'm a masochist, before throwing on my leather jacket and leaving my apartment, closing the door behind me. And so, the walk was torture. It was cold, I was cold, the cold made me need to pee worse and worse, so I was essentially powerwalking as hard as I could to get everything over with. The vibrations and the constant jostling of my bladder from walking so vigorously were an omo-enthusiasts desperate dream incarnate. I felt like I could have peed at any moment, and had to keep such focus that I mainly kept my head down and used google maps to know exactly where I was walking, despite knowing exactly where. Focus was absolute key. It was like trying to walk when drunk, consistency and rhythm and balance and focus on nothing else. If I didn't, I'd flood these fresh pants in the middle of the street. I remember talking a big game about how I could have done it without the relief, but I'm pretty sure I was absolutely full of shit. In providing Zapdos updates, it got to the point where I'd essentially lost the ability to type coherently. Apparently, according to people whom observe my holds often, that means I'll be leaking soon. I'm predictable to everyone except myself. After carrying on for nearly a kilometer, I arrived at my destination, went inside, and did my absolute fucking best not to shake. And so, I was sent part 2: "Enter the cafe’s bathroom. Unequip the Lush 2 and stand in front of the toilet, spreading your [REDACTED] as if to pee. DO NOT PEE. Because you requested the increased difficulty mode you must remain like this for one minute instead of thirty seconds and you may not actually relieve yourself afterwards. If you begin to pee, do everything in your power to stem the flow and start again. If this happens three times, abandon the attempt. Because you requested the increased difficulty mode, you must equip the Lush 2 at MED (roughly 50% of MAX) before leaving the bathroom. If you were unable to complete this part of the task within three tries, inquire as to what the punishment is." There was a problem though. A very significant one. Every holders dream or nightmare depending, of which I sent Zapdos a picture to show I was absolutely not bullshitting him. The bathrooms were out of order. Now, I realize according to the challenge, it wasn't for the purposes of peeing, but something about seeing a closed bathroom and knowing the challenge was delayed nearly made me have an accident on the spot. It was the absolutely the closest I've ever come to outright exploding without leaking first. I am very much a heavy leaker, my muscles gradually give out more than all at once. But this urge was so fucking intense that I almost flooded my pants right there in the middle of the cafe. I had to find a table, lean on it, and shove my hand between my legs for dear life as discreetly as I could because I was SURROUNDED by people in for their night-time coffee. I was a deer in the headlights, I was absolutely and utterly convinced I was going to have an accident before I could possibly leave and it was putting me into a state of fight or flight. I wanted and needed out before something bad happened, and man was I ever on the precipice of something absolutely humiliating. We decided I'd go to the nearby gas station, which resulted in more walking, but getting out of the immediate situation helped my bladder just a touch. A lot of that primal desperation was likely mental. I followed the challenge at the gas station bathroom, and it caused a single spurt to come out, so I guess the people who would predict me were right. Luckily, my pants were down, and even more luckily, I was feeling a decent bit better with the vibrator out for a moment. Once I was finished, I was provided with more instructions. I should also note that the bit about the increased difficulty mode, its because I talked a big game, as I always do, before I even knew what the challenge was. I told him to make it harder without having any idea as to what it entailed. I'm that type of person. Anyway, the instructions: "Order your favourite food. Feel free to sit as far away from (or as close to) other people as you want. Inform Zapdos when you are seated with your meal so he can send you some reading material." The meal in this case, was gas station nachos, the seat was a curb outside. That cafe bathroom being closed really did screw everything up. The reading material was an excerpt from my very own KozmoLotto IV. I was enjoying the food too much for it to affect me, after essentially water-logging myself a nice salty snack was the most welcome thing on earth. Of course, the second I was done my food and back in the real world, the feeling of my vibrator being cranked up to even higher power started to get to me really bad. As if on cue for things getting back to the stage of really bad, I was provided my next set of instructions: To write out how I was feeling in detail as best as I could as a small paragraph. Here is the masterpiece I sent: "Im on a fuckibg phone in the cold aaaa So this stupid fuckinf bird is making ne these stupid fuckinf challenges and i need to pee really badly and guess ehat im not home IM IN THE MIDDLE OF MY CITY AND I HAVE TO WALK BACK si luke thabk gid its dstk out if antrhinf happens im gobna have to I HUST FUCKING LEAKED SO YEAH IM WEARING JEANS LETS HOPE THATS NOT SHOWING FUCK AND ON TIP OF THST I HAVE A FUCKIN VIBRATOR IN MY COOCH THET IM GOING TO PUT IN MY DARKEST DRAWER FORNALL OF ETERNITY AS PUNISHMEN ITS FUCKING COLD OUTNHERE I CAN BARELY FEEL MY FUCKINF FINGERS" You could probably write a paper analyzing my colorful commentary, how my typing deteriorated into a leak, and then got better after said leak. Which, I did in fact leak as I was typing, sitting there on the curb. A solid gush pushed through my panties as I was typing and left a large blotch on my crotch area, with a small trail creeping down towards my ass. Remember how I mentioned vivid descriptions get to me earlier? I'd done that to myself, and the urge got so bad that I literally couldn't keep the urge from overwhelming for just a moment, forcing me to pee as it did. The vibrator likely stimulated what would have normally been a bad urge into an outright leak, coaxing the urine along in my system and ensuring my urethra WOULD let go of it. Luckily, I was no longer standing in a cafe surrounded by boomers drinking coffee, so I did not immediately die from embarrassment without writing a will first. I got up and walked away, awaiting my next instructions. Here's the biggest fuckup not being able to stay in the cafe caused, along with my own presumptions. My next instructions were as follows: "You may use the bathroom to relieve yourself. Because you requested the increased difficulty mode, you may only relieve yourself for 2.5 seconds instead of 8. Once you are done, set the Lush 2 to HIGH (roughly 75% of MAX) or MAX before exiting the bathroom. Note: setting the Lush 2 to MAX is required for clearing the Zapdos Test with a Plus Ultra rank." I'm sure you can see the problem. If I was in a cafe it wouldn't have been as bad, as I'd have a seat inside. But I had been in the gas station, spent time in its bathroom, and left for greener pastures. It would be weird for me to do all that AGAIN, even if it was for the pee break. My anxiety battled my bladder and my anxiety won, I thought it would be too weird for me to go back in to use the bathroom I'd already used from the point of view of anyone in there. So I didn't. This was a mistake. Increasing the vibrator to max was crippling. All the sensations almost caused me to collapse and in my communications with zapdos I could barely send more than two poorly typed all caps words at a time. I practically begged him to tell me where I was going next. He told me to go back home. The distance between the cafe and my home was almost a kilometer and I was about to burst all over the bustling city sidewalk with pee, gripping myself and dancing under my jacket. Luckily for you lot, KozmoFox is not a quitter. I kept calm...well no, I kept very very frantic, and carried on, using my free hand to muffle squeaks and moans from the absolute cacophony of utter overstimulation I was going through. This cacophony would be my partial undoing. I was walking, and walking, and walking, through streets and neighborhoods just trying my damndest to hold on and not piss my pants. I pride myself on being able to power through any challenge without failing. I have never lost a hold-off. I have won every omo challenge that had a victory condition. If I have a goal I'm aiming to beat requiring omo, no matter if its a time, a person, a concept, I've beaten it. I egged myself on with this knowledge, I was almost home. I just kept telling myself. Don't pee your pants. Don't wet yourself. Don't piss. Don't. So guess what I did next? Really, take one guess as to what happened. I peed in my pants. I was walking, and it was very dark. The urge kept building, and I kept moaning, as far as I knew out of view walking through night time streets, though the occasional car would pass by every few seconds. Nobody would be able to see enough on the darkness of the side walk or hear me from passing by in their car, or so I hoped. I had to pee so bad. So so bad. I couldn't think, I couldn't function. The vibration, the urges, they were all too much to process. My powerwalk slowed to a hobble, just a street over from mine. The hobble turned to a tiptoe. The tiptoe turned to a stop. My knees buckled, I wobbled, I could feel tears plucking at my eyes and I couldn't stop mewling and whining, I begged myself not to let go and my body just wouldn't fucking listen. Like a balloon inflating and you know its about to pop but it just keeps inflating, I gripped and danced but it just wouldn't subside, even though it felt like I was clenched up it just kept making its course. And then... Sssssshhh. I felt a microexplosion as my body tensed up shuddering and PUSHED it out without any care as to how I felt about the matter. It was dark, but I could see a proverbial flower of wetness burst forth from my crotch, and expand, and EXPAND, rushing straight down my right pantleg and absolutely pouring off the knee, getting a bit of my other knee wet the way they were knocked together, and spattering on the ground. Come to think of it, the positioning is likely why it rushed that way. I thought it was done, I unlocked my legs, felt with my hands which came away very damp indeed. Just a huge leak, I thought, until just as I went to take a step I felt it spreading across my ass and down the back of my thighs. I was still going and the urge was so bad with the vibrations that I outright couldn't tell save for the warmth I could feel spreading across my backside. It was like turning on a faucet, not so that its dripping, just the smallest tiny stream you can make, dribbling out of me and seeping into the fabric of my pants. I heard more patters on the ground and I leaned against a fence, shoving both hands between my legs just writhing in agony, verbally begging it to stop, all the "no's" and "please's" in the world. I got it under control, barely. It was dark, and I couldn't see how bad it was, I could just tell that from leaning down to stare at the front of my pants it only appeared to be a soaking crotch area leading in a very wide wet patch down to the knee. It could have looked far worse, but I knew I peed more than that, and just decided not to think about how it might look in the light. Luckily, this was not the end. The challenge specified that the losing condition was to completely lose control, which I had not. Despite pissing my pants in public on a city street, with at least two cars passing, I still had plenty of pee left in the tank that was still begging for its extradition. I calmed myself down, and walked to the edge of my street...Just to see someone cross in front of me, from the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street I'd been walking. It was so dark and I was so wrapped up in my own pee shenanigans that I never noticed he existed. What he saw while walking, what he saw when I came under the street light at the edge of the street and he passed in front of me turning down a different one, I'll never ever know. He gave me a friendly nod, and kept going, so I'm hoping he noticed nothing, even with the light illuminating the front of my wet pantleg. If he did see anything, he'd better take it to his grave. Luckily, I did get a goooood amount of relief from just wetting myself like that, so I got home without any further incidents, despite literally biting my lip so hard it bled trying to get my key in the lock. At this point, I was asked to sit down at my computer and write a paragraph once more, this time about the journey home. The relief had worn off, and thus once again, I leaked into already wet pants while sitting there and typing. As those who would predict me say, when the leaks become frequent, I'm near the end. Here's what I wrote, another grammatical masterpiece for your reading pleasure: "okay so im there writing that first paragraph under a streetlight and i get to JUST LEAKED, JUST SO YOU KNOW, start walking home afterwards, and i took the darker route home and it was really fucking bad, at this point the vibrator was cranking off at 75% power and i had already kleaked and i couldnt so much as like hold myself because its A BUSTLING CITY STREET so i coulkdnt so much as stop to cross my legs and bend over until it got quieter, fuck i need to fuicking PEE, and i had to pee so bad and was just focussed on moving forward that i actually passed my street and had to turn asrounds and go back to it, so then i get to my street and eventually can see my house which setgs off latchkey incontinence IN FUCKING ADVANCE so i piss myself right down to my fucking right knee and im like MAN I HOPE THAT AINT VISIBLE IN THE DARTK BECAUSE THIS ASSHOLE MADE ME WEAR FUCKING JEANS so im like okay im safe, and then i pass under one of the VERY FEW STREETLIGHTS AS A GUY IS CROSSING THE STREET AND HE MAKES EYECONTACT AND IM LIKE, PLEASE DO NOT LOOK AT MY LOWER HALF GOOD SIR BECAUSE EVEN IM NOT LOOKING TO SEE HOW BAD IT IS and then i get to my fucking house and almost cant ghet myt key in because im so shaky and ims tarting to sweat and im biting my lip so hard it I LEAKED agfainj SORRY CONTINUING and then i manage to get to my cxomputer, sit down, hoping reprieve is coming, and this sick FUCK makes me write ANOTHER GODDAMN PARAGRAPH IM ABOUT TO PISS MY FUCKING PANTS THANK YOU AND GOODNIIGHT" From there, I was allowed to change into a dry set of clothes, if I recall grey panties and more jeans that I IMMEDIATELY sprayed another leak into with a quite literal cry of agony the second I buttoned them, dampening my thighs and getting drops on my laundry room floor. If you're curious at all, the pants I wore out were fucking soaked. I was right that it was far worse than it looked from the front, I drenched those jeans all the way down the back, so I'd essentially flooded my pants. You know what a pair of soaking brick wet jeans look like, I couldn't have gotten my thighs, ass, and the backs of my legs more wet unless I tossed them into a full bathtub, so I just tossed them in the washing machine instead. Its hard to believe that I was completely soaked and STILL about to completely piss in them more struggling and crying at my front door. Finally, FINALLY, it was time for the next challenge. Chapter 7: Liquid Literature "In an effort to help distract you from the fact that you’re almost wetting yourself (maybe you’re even leaking small spurts every now and then), some comics have been provided for you to read. Make sure to read them properly, though - believe it or not, it’s much harder to ignore how much you desperately need to pee if you flick through the pages as fast as possible. Because you requested the increased difficulty mode, you must also browse an album of carefully-selected standalone images. Please note that these images were in no way chosen because right now you would just about burst if someone tickled you or poked your lower stomach, or came from behind and gave you a big squeezing hug. Any similarities between your situation and those in the images are pure coincidence. If, by the end of this task, you feel as if you’re not going to make it through the final two tasks, you may relieve yourself for three seconds. However, you are not allowed to use a toilet or go outside." So there I was, sitting in my chair with fresh yet already damp pants, squeaking and moaning and practically KNEADING at my nether regions to keep what was still in me in, because despite having let a fair bit out my kidneys were still processing liquid, and every single muscle related to my bladder was just done with me. Knowing this, this asshole makes me go through a full collection of omo comics and pictures. I started to read, and immediately leaked more, feeling liquid seep underneath me to make my butt nice and warm. Not much to say, I read, I leaked, and I needed to pee like crazy. I was on the verge of flooding my desk, but I couldn't give in. I'd been through far too much to lose now, and I was so close. Despite being in my third outfit, all of which have had pee on them, some more than others, I still hadn't lost via the rules as written. If you can call 3 wet outfits and an accident a victory, its a victory. I got through the comics, the pictures had gifs in them which fucked with me bad. The last one had me leak more, having me gush into my hands (which were buried between my legs) enough to soak the hands themselves through the fabric. A solid PSSH. I have my saying so on record: "jsurft looked at lasrt lasrt leeeaaassddkkk its on my handdsss" I am such a good writer, can't you tell? At first I wasn't going to take the three second relief, I was positive I wouldn't be able to stop. But given my computer decided it was time for windows update to restart it and take 10 minutes, I took it anyway, and somehow, DIDN'T go beyond the allotted three second time. If I recall, I hiked my pants down to my knees in the bathtub for it, where I got to survey the damage, which was ENTIRELY my rear end, as I'd been sitting. Thanks to this relief I was able to type properly for exactly 2 messages before I degenerated back into a sweaty desperate crying mess. Time for the next challenge! Chapter 8: Spurting Leaks "Your hands must be getting tired by now, so out of care for your well-being it is now a requirement that you keep your right arm and hand from doing anything besides lying or hanging at your side. This applies to all future challenges. Watch the enclosed videos. Because you requested the increased difficulty mode, you must watch four videos instead of two." Spurting leaks is right. From here on out I was essentially in a constant dribble and my throat near giving out from the fact I couldn't stop making noises. I pointed out to Zapdos that Snuppa sounded a lot like me in my current situation, given she tends to make noises as well. I noticed this due to her being one of the videos, of which encompassed her, some JAV, the usual bunch. It wasnt easy, and every time I finished one I felt my torso tense up and my muscles force out another jet of urine into my crotch. These pants were already done for. After finishing this torture, I basically just kind of sent bunches of letters at zapdos to signal I was ready for chapter 9: Chapter 9: Dribbling Dam "Remove the dishes stacked on top of the toilet and put them away. Enter the bathroom and perform all the actions you normally would when going to the toilet (removing your clothes, sitting down etc.) then tell Zapdos that you are ready. Note: Removing and putting away each dish one by one is required for clearing the Zapdos Test with a Plus Ultra rank." Bathroom. Plate. Kitchen. Cupboard. It was such a meticulous routine, and my bladder was so tired. Every step might as well have been a direct signal to my bladder to let go, and I was far too stubborn to have any of it, as I often tend to be. Most would have given up by now, especially after the earlier soaking, but not KozmoFox. I'm like Maxwell House, Good Until the Last Drop (tm). I had at least one more soaking in me. I know this for a fact, because that happened. I put away the last plate, pulled out my phone to signal I was ready for the final challenge, and it happened again. The compounding urge, the swelling, my body tensing and pushing without a single nerve signal coming from my consciousness to allow it. I dropped my phone on the kitchen counter and shoved my hands between my legs, crying and bouncing, just uttering verbal diarrea for it not to come out, that this can't be the end, not when I'm so close, when I'm RIGHT THERE. My body did not care in the slightest, and I promptly peed in my pants for a second time. My body pushed, and it sprayed. This dam wasn't dribbling, it was flooding. I was leaning with my back against the counter for support, jiggling and bouncing with one foot over the other, my hands attempting to form a seal that did NOTHING. My body wracked itself with this utter tremor, just pushing down with all the force it could muster and I had to shove one of my hands to my mouth to keep from yelling, just an "mMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" escaping my mouth. I could feel it rush down my legs, soaking my pants, my inner legs and the back of them being soaked in seconds. It almost sounded like a shower splashing on my floor. I removed the hand from my crotch and gripped around my backside, looking for literally anything I could hold on to but all I felt was the river CHARGING out of my nether regions, soaking my hand and the cuff of my cardigan's sleeve. After a few seconds of wetting myself with the full force of a firehose, perhaps 4 seconds of high power peeing, I managed to stop. You might call this another damning and humiliating accident, barely maybe an hour after the last one. I called it not losing. Still standing in a small lake in my kitchen, sopping jeans clinging to me and turning cold, I opened my phone for the final challenge. I'd already basically had two accidents, but my overtired bladder was still maybe 3/4 of the way full. With a FULL bladder, 4 seconds of full on peeing might be enough to drench a pair of tighter jeans, but its FAR from a full release (Its how I realized most omo models barely have to go at all. If you've ever held and wet, you know exactly what I'm saying). So what was one more? Bring it on. Chapter 10 Bursting Forth: "This entire task was added purely because you requested the increased difficulty mode. Act as if you had just used the toilet (use toilet paper, flush, dress yourself again etc.) then exit the bathroom. Equip the Lush 2 at the highest possible setting and write one final paragraph detailing how badly you need to pee. After doing so, unequip the Lush 2 and once again perform all the actions you normally would when going to the toilet (removing your clothes, sitting down etc.) except for removing your underwear then tell Zapdos that you are ready." Given I'd just made a bit of a mess of my kitchen floor, the pretending to use the toilet part was not as hard as it could have been. I leaked a LOT when I sat down, another spray of a full few seconds into the toilet so loud it might as well have been deafening, but I feel like the kitchen incident kept it from being game over. See, the kitchen totally wasn't just an accident, it was optimization. I swear. Don't look at me like that. It was totally a strategy. I got to my computer, equipped the Lush 2 again at max resulting in some sensations that were very nearly too inappropriate to write about, if you catch my drift. I came real close to ascending, if you're following the path I'm taking here. But I managed to get it together, somehow being able to pull my hands away from sealing off the already shattered dam to type the most ridiculous yet triumphant paragraph I've ever stumbled and typoed my way through: "this bird is going to act all smug about his increased difficulty but im not going to give him the satisfaction of complaining one bit. thgfoiuh i must saay, having ther vibrator on maximum powerr is absoltuely killing me, as its insdie me and putrting pressdure in all the difficultg places. i need to peee so fuckgin bvad i cant put words to it. tgis not evn a matter of volume anymroe its more the faCTF that its been hours and fuckgin hours and my musicles just cant take it. i eneed to apply pressure. if i apply pressure it feels more numb. the ache is there but its like having a supporot. the second i move my hand it becomes farr too strong, the immense urge jsut bites so hard its almsot painful. i used both hands in the kitcvhen to putg a plate back and afrter 3 seconds of having a hand away to do that i pissed down my leg so hard for a moment that i left a puddkle and soaked my sock. i got it back under contro;. im under control. i am kozmofox., nobody asnd no bladder cna bend me to their will., i feel like im going tfgo piss myself at literally any given secodn, i have sputtered and spurted and sprayed so much in so many different places and clothes on tghsi night, but i will never completely break. never. i am the fucking queen. BOW YA SHITS" And so, the great Kozmo was finally able to run to her bathroom in sopping pants, squealing in agony and anticipation, and tear off her clothes and sit on her porcelain throne. Zapdos decided he wanted to do a test, and see how long I could discuss the intracacies of omo art before finally giving out. I managed 1 sentence while already spraying and sputtering and leaking, and I finally just couldn't take it anymore. My body knew where we were, knew we were safe, knew I had one, and it gave out COMPLETELY. I peed, and peed, and peed, and PEED, and it felt so amazing I almost passed out. The relief was so good that I don't think I'll ever forget it. And so, I completed the Zapdos Test, victorious DESPITE the road blocks and missing at least one chance of relief, and I did it with a Plus Ultra rank. I cleaned up, sat down, and relaxed, and peed like 4 more times before bed because I literally couldn't keep a drop in anymore. Eventually I did go to bed, but not before remarking TELL ME BIRD, HAVE YOU EVER HEARD THESE WORDS? GO BEYOND. PLUS....ULTRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did doing it ❤️ And if you're wondering, yes this did earn me the character from the bot and yes it was worth because I'm obsessive over such things. Yes I realize I held KozmoLotto VI ages ago, yes I'll get around to it. Life is busy but I'm trying to make more time for my omo escapades. If you're new to my writing, allow me to present you with the rest of my experiences, for further reading if you wish! Wet myself looking for a bathroom at a club! Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas. Wet myself outside of the bathroom Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! Wet myself at the University Peed my pants while tech supporting a friend! And the lottos! Part IV is the highest rated post in omorashi.org history, and Part V Section II has my favorite omo art piece ever made, which make them particular points of pride for me, so if you can't be arsed with reading through all other 16 but still want to read more, those are my recommendations. I love you all. Once again, thanks for reading, and if you enjoy this I promise I'll be back with more.~
  6. Does anyone know some good Milovana diaper challenges? Or just normal diaper challenges?
  7. Ava texted her friends from school. “Come over! I have a plan!” she texted. Her friends, Emily (from the last story!) and Janet came over quickly, and Ava discussed her plan. “We’re doing a holding challenge. You know how Emily told us she wet herself at that cafe with her mom? Well, we’re trying not wet ourselves with really full bladders! How full do you think you are now?” Ava waited for an answer, while Emily thought for a while. Janet spoke first. “Uh, 3/10. Not bad.” she sighed. Emily said right after that she was at about, what, 2/10? Ava had the most already though. 4/10. Ava twirled her dyed purple hair. “So.. are we gonna do it or no?” Emily was excited and so was Janet. “We’ll handcuff Ava to the pole in the backyard, and Emily will just sit there with me, but I’ll go full-on willpower to hold mine in. Sound good?” Janet said. They all agreed. Emily went to tape the toilet shut. Then, Ava asked if they should watch a movie about waterfalls, to, you know, get that urine rushing into the bladder, to fill up. They all got some sort of drink and went to the family room at Ava’s house to watch. They sipped their drinks quite fast, as the movie was only 1/2 finished while they were done with their water, soda, and tea. Emily went to fill it back up, despite her now 5/10 bladder. Janet squirmed and almost put her hands to her crotch, but she remembered her “willpower-only” thing. Her poor bladder was already at 6/10 despite the little time. Probably, the iced tea filled her up to that amount. After the movie was done, Ava went to the pole outside. She got her dad’s handcuffs (Her father is a policeman.) and Janet locked her up on the porch. Ava used her spare hand to cover her crotch and keep the 7/10 from spilling its contents all over the place. Janet went to her spot, and felt a leak dribble from her leg into her sock. Unh.. Janet moaned, wishing to let her now 7/10 spill from her bladder onto the carpet of Ava’s guest room. But she restrained herself, even more than before. Meanwhile with Emily... Emily wanted her 6/10 pain to end, and she nearly let go of her crotch. Then she just, well, let go. Her contents spilled from her crotch into her hands and then out onto the carpet. She kept her gray sweatpants on because she loved gray wet clothing, anything really. She changed her yellow panties to green ones, and when Janet saw her let go like that, she nearly lost it. Drool dripped from her mouth as she yearned to let go of the contents of her 8/10 bladder. Eventually she cracked and leaked around half of a tenth. Great.. she thought, now it’s REALLY hard to keep it in, so she let go. Her bladder shot out a golden stream, no, a golden ocean of release, frothy and bubbly. Her soaking skirt and red panties were dripping when she stood up. She realized she had WAY more in and that she only let go of 1/10. She let the other 7/10 out as it shot straight out of there like a tsunami of urine released from her bladder. Sweet release, feels so good.. she drooled. With Ava... Her 9/10 full bladder ached and bulged with the pain of no relief. She leaked out a few drops and gasped at the warm sensation of her pink, small panties getting wet. She loved it, she was so full, her bladder ached to release, oh, the sweet sensation of finally letting the relieving tsunami o- Wait. She realized she had leaked WAY more than she realized, stuck in those thoughts. Her tiny jean shorts were now soaked with her evidence of leak. She had no choice but to keep holding. She felt scorching hot urine speed down her legs through her wet, tiny jean shorts and even smaller pink panties. She didn’t let go. Janet came rushing out in fresh clothing. “Janet! What are you doing?” Ava gasped at Janet’s hand now massaging Ava’s full bladder. Janet pressed harder and harder, until Ava was forced to let go of her full contents onto Janet’s skirt. Ava fell onto the ground still peeing, in pure bliss. Janet helped Ava up , then, Ava still peeing onto the stone porch, uncuffed herself and hobbled inside, still emptying the contents of her urine-full bladder. THANK YOU FOR READING! THIS IS THE END OF MY STORY FOR TODAY! Thanks!
  8. 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!
  9. 'How.....How did it come to this....' Hours past.....Tragedies averted, perversions diverted, and agonies distorted..... All leading up to this one...final....intense moment.... It all started a day much like any other. The sun peeked out over the horizon, slowly raising to see our story's heroine listlessly....Fruitlessly tossing and turning in bed.... "Nnnnn....I wanna go back to sleep...." she grumbled for what was likely the fifth time that morning, but she couldn't shake this sense of....unease? Discomfort? Dread? No..it wasn't any of that.... No...Kozuko Motou [Koz-Mo for short], was..... ... In a rut. 'I get up... I work....I go home for some internet time....and I go to bed..' she thought to herself, before eventually prying the colors off of her. 'Feels like I'm just like a train, stuck on the rails until the day i shut down....' She didn't hate the system for it's part in things... No....It was just a....sense of looming despair that was washing over her.......A sense of dread, eating away at her sanity... She could always try out attending that school that she received an invitation to weeks ago to break up the monotony.......Maybe.. ... Or she could see if there were any new uploads to that site she frequented in her quiet time.... .... Or... .... "Buh...I just need to do something exciting..!" she quipped to herself as she fought her way out of bed..... A small frame, accented with long, dark brown hair that went halfway down her back....Wildly untamed at this time of the day. with Red pajamas hugging her lithe form snugly, as something started to shimmer behind her.... A mysterious essence, vaguely humaoid, with a mixture of purple and blue skin...Hands running over her hair, and straightening up her outfit..... "Nnn..Thanks Lotto." she muttered as she continued mulling over her decisions... The mysterious entity floating alongside her as she trudged through her apartment.... Lotto was...as she boldly stated in her movie, was a 'Sit'...A power that always sat behind her...Always watching over her, and always supporting her. It drew upon her own natural essence and emotions.... Always did what it could to support and care for her.... So, when it was coming out on it's own, she knew she was in a slump. She was grateful for it's help, but she still found herself pacing around awkwardly as the morning grew onward..... "There has to be something..." she thought to herself out loud as she made her way to the bathroom for her morning visit, her own personal timer starting to give her a few nudges where to go...... "...Oh..!!" when an idea hit her. When was the last time she'd felt frantic excitement? Such wild intensity? Such a strain to accomplish a goal in mind, blasting away the daily routine? "The Alliance Challenge, of course!" She completely discarded the notion of a bathroom to rocket to her computer and quickly navigated the pages of the web and forums....Coming upon her salvation...her relief..Her break from the monotony. Many, many months ago, our heroine had taken on an Ordeal of massive proportions, pushing her to her very limits, and even further over! She had fought, tooth and nail, for all of the marbles. Her pride, her dignity, and her well being! She had ultimately emerged victorious, at a hefty cost.....But, that wasn't something she could fret about now... No..This was a time for action, not mulling about. "If this doesn't get me out of my funk, nothing will!" she called out triumphantly, reaching for, and thumbing out her phone. "Gotta call work, tell em I won't be showing up for today..! I've got to be ready..!" She studied the past recollection, and thumbed through her emails to try to scrap together as many details as she could.....Picking up with various materials, necessary items, and various additional things.... Thinking excitedly about what she was preparing to do...And feeling the surge of excitement coming back to her..... "First up, the outfit..!" she called, dashing to her wardrobe and thumbing through for garments in question.... A lovely plaid miniskirt that came just above the knees, complimented by black knee socks that would compliment said skirt nicely..... A familiar jean jacket, with a black designer shirt underneath it...A black beanie to put over her dark hair...Which Lotto would help her tie into a pair of twintails. The only discrepancy from her attire came from the undergarments, purely by way of chance. She couldn't wear the same pair as prior, for a mixture of obvious reasons....Settling instead on some reddish cotton panties, and a similarly red bra. Pink was just light red after all, right? "Alright..! Time for Kozuko Motou to transform! Henshin a Go-go, baby!" She discarded her red pajamas, showing off copious amounts of nearly snow-white skin, Lotto assisting her in her transformation from everyday working girl Kozuko...into the internet Omo-Ninja and cinema sensation, Koz-Mo! "Alright...! Now to get ready for today..!" she told herself, grabbing two extra pairs of panties, a few plastic bags, a mug, and a handful of change to deposit in her bag... Slipping into some fuzzy black boots as she prepared to tackle today! ... ......... .............. About an hour or so later, she made her way to the Mall of her destiny, with a bit of nervous apprehension...and a bit of welling excitement. She had been here many moons ago, to have her climactic accident for the world to know.....But they would never see something like this to come... An encore..... "Or at least as much as I can muster..." she stated to herself as she paced in...Preparing herself mentally for this challenge. However, as she stepped in... The essence behind her quivered....And she turned. "Ah? Lotto?" she called...As the being shimmered...twisted...and distorted... Before slowly fading back into her... The girl's eyes widening. Lotto's powers were always...sporadic, and inexplicable, yet always within the context of her own goals. It would gain the power to combat a trial she was overcoming, then fade away at the end of her trial, with little retained. She didn't know what to make of it, as she knew no others with the power of Sits, but she knew she could count on it for..whatever she needed. Koz-Mo proceeded to the food court for a proper breakfast with copious amounts of beverages, as per her own story......Glancing around for her friends. It would be unlikely that she would meet up with any of them on this random, off day she'd brought onto herself.... As she glanced over to one of the long hallways that lead to a restroom.... "Come on, Don't be like that...You know you want it..." an unpleasant looking [and likely smelling] man called out to a woman with violet hair, who went to push past him. "For the last time, I'm not intereted.." she stated in a firm, low voice.....Flinching only when the man took hold of her arm. "I wasn't asking, sweet-cheeks." the vulgar man snapped..... Moving to grab much more than an arm... As Koz-Mo sprang into action..... "KOZMO...KICK!" she announced to the man, and the world as she made a profound LEAP of faith, Lotto's powers accenting her legs so she could perform superhuman like feats...As the heel of her boot met with the man's face with a resounding KA-RACK.... The man stumbling back... "Why you...!" he snarled in response, but Koz-Mo was quicker... Landing gracefully as her skirt fluttered down with a relentless assault of punches. "ORARARARARARARARARARARA!" she sounded off, each punch colliding with the man's body in tandem to completely overwhelm him, knocking him to the ground in a heap of pain. Koz-Mo watched as a few security guards at the mall hauled the man off... the mysterious violet haired girl turning to her. "Thank you for the assistance, miss." she mused with a pleasant smile, as Koz-Mo turned. "Just delivering justice upon evil! No thanks are needed." she replied with a confident grin, one hand on her side, while the other posed on her chest. It was a bit silly to pose after a victory, but dammit it was tradition. "Well, then....Between Just-us.." the woman answered with a sly...Amused expression. "You should take some of these. I have a feeling they'll be useful on your journey..." The woman handed Koz-Mo a strange, sealed bag of some kind of what looked like blue gummy candies, the packaging on the top cluing her in to their identity. 'Aqua Droplets: Sweeter than the Relief of a full tank! "Um...Thank you..?" Koz-Mo called as she looked up... but, to her surprise... The mysterious woman was gone! Confused, yet with her interest piqued, coupled with the adrenaline rush of a pervert beat-down, Koz-Mo returned to her spot at the foot court, and glanced over the package of droplets, the nutritional value having an...interesting discrepancy on the bottom of it. 'Warning: Do not ingest more than 3 droplets in an hour if you value your dignity, garments, and tinkle-tank's well being.' The text made Koz-Mo flush with embarrassment, given the woman's certainty that these would help her. Was she a witness to her prior escapade? Did she recognize her? Or was it all some kind of weird coincidence? And most importantly.... "Is this thing....Legit?" she couldn't help but ponder, the packaging seeming normal as she glanced over her shoulder. "Lotto! Thoughts?" The essence that covered her seemed to peek out at the bag of candies, a hand running over the bag.. Before curling into a thumbs up. If nothing else, she could be assured it was no toxin, drug, or otherwise harmful substance, as she tore open the bag. "Only one way to find out for sure.." she called to herself as she gingerly took one of the candies, and placed it in her mouth... Lightly sucking on it, and swirling it around in her mouth... Surprisingly, it tasted incredibly well! A strange mixture of sugary-glaze, with an oddly refreshing aftertaste that filled her mouth like her favorite soda. She barely realized she had swallowed the candy as it went down easily..... Prompting her to glance down at the bag. "Huh...interesting..." she called, lightly shifting her hips to gauge her own meter. She wasn't anywhere close to starting the challenges like before....and after about a minute of waiting, she let out a slight sigh. "Well, it was worth a try." she remarked with a wistful tone, grabbing a handful of the candies, and popping them in her mouth...Enjoying the pleasant, refreshing and sweet taste, washed down by whatever was inside of them..As she stood up to get some lunch.. Pang....Pang.....PANG! And flinching as she felt a sudden jolt in her lower belly. A sudden, pronounced need making itself known. She lightly pressed her knees together, blinking a bit as she recognized her urge... "Oh...Maybe..I just read it wrong..." she thought to herself as she started over to one of the many food stands, pleasantly surprised by the effects....And intending to push herself a bit further... .... .......... Only to find herself go from a brisk pace, to a staggered walk...to a slow hobble....To kneeling over in abject agony....To completely bent over, both hands buried in her skirt... "Haaahn...Haaaah...HAAAAH...!" she groaned out faster and faster, each moment feeling like she was a balloon being filled with a garden hose. Seconds felt like gallons being added, and she could barely move without feeling warmth coating her hands... "Nnn..!! NNNN....I..I can't...It's...It's..." she whimpered quietly to herself, losing herself in the pressure...The ocean...The waves...The sheer, oncoming flood...... "Aaaaahhhhhh..!!!!" As a fierce jet of crystal-clear liquid shot out of her, offering no mercy to her panties, her skirt, her socks, her fingers, or the very ground she slumped on. Her knees knocked, her legs shook, and her hips wobbled as spray after spray made a mockery of the human capacity to retain liquid. Her red panties were soaked from gusset to halfway up her posterior, trickling trails troubling her creamy legs, and saturating the black socks she had worn to accentuate the plaid, which was quickly starting to mat to her hips, and hands... Both of which were now bathed in warm wetness of Koz-Mo's personal Lemonade.... Her faucet relentlessly gushing out for several agonizingly blissful minutes.... "Ahhhnn..Ahhhhh.....!" The girl herself made several groaning, moan-filled pantings as every ounce of liquid she had been retaining...Or, what very well felt like every bit of liquid she had ever drank in her entire life was pouring out of her.... Her deluge of waters making a puddle that looked like it could fill a fountain.......And she still didn't feel even remotely close to empty! People were gathering...Marveling....Exclaiming.....Ridiculing...panicking.... She was making a scene... The biggest scene she could imagine in recent memory... "Haaaahhnnnn....Haaaa....Haaaaa...!!!" And yet, the girl's mind was completely scrubbed of any other thoughts than relief as she could do nothing but helplessly provide the mall with a bountiful supply of her waters, shuddering and shivering as she continued to pee on, and on and on.... losing herself in the mass of relief, and feeling her mind starting to go completely blank with relief...... Before she suddenly found herself back in her seat, with the handful of blue candies in her hand... And the essence of Lotto slowly flickering out of her body. "...Ah?" She checked at the bag, her garments, and most importantly, the area around her for signs of what she had just experienced, finding none. No people gawking, no massive Lake Koz-Mo spreading it's borders throughout the lands.. No onlookers mocking or marveling at her mistake. No growing stains on her skirt, no liquids cascading down her thighs, no dampness in her garments... It was as things were mere minutes ago...Completely free of the tinkle-turmoil that has entrapped her lands.... "Did...Lotto just send me...Back?!" she thought out loud, going to confer with herself to piece it together, with the being's help. She had indeed warped back to a 'Checkpoint' in her current plotline....just before the fatal mistake for her bladder's control..... Something that Lotto defined to her as a potential Wet End. She quickly deposited the sweets back in their packaging, and quickly tucked it away into her bag....Waiting for the telltale moment from her previous experience after she'd stood up.... Pang.... And, as if on cue, she felt the pressure in her own tank slowly coming to surface.... The first droplet affecting her. and making her press her legs together. Thousands of thoughts raced in her mind at this, about the mysterious woman..about Lotto's time-travel's trick...About the sheer-implosion of her bladder, mass of relief, and outright devastation of all liquids she ever held dear......But, none of them were important right now... No..... Now, was the time for something much more than that......With her bladder now at a suitably comfortable level of need, and with no risk of the forcible expulsion of her liquids... She could properly begin...The Alliance Challenge, Redux! \ --------------------------------------------------\ | To Be Continued...... | -------------------------------------------------- / / ========================================================================================================================================== AuthorFaust: Faust hopes you all have enjoyed part 1 of Koz-Mo's Alliance challenge, Redux! A Re-telling of Kozmofox's wondrous Kozmo Lotto Challenge This story is obviously inspired, heavily influenced, and otherwise instituted by Kozmo's lovely telling of her own experience, to which Faust has decided to do as a story in his own style, [With the blessing of KozmoFox, of course], but with a few extra...little twists. Feel free to go back and Read Kozmo's challenge to see what kind of things to expect, but be warned.... Not everything will go as it did for her, so stay tuned to find out what happens next in this Faust-inian remix of one of [If not THE in Faust's opinion] best experiences Omo.org has to offer! Expect drama, romance^, and Action galore! *Addendum: Romance is highly unlikely in this story. Instead, you should expect copious amounts of illicit, watery-y Wet-ends to sate the curious minds, and the majesty of the ever prominent answers to the question 'What If?' @KozmoFox Here is the first bout in writing! Faust hopes you believe it is a fitting story to work with your own experience!
  10. I'm going to have the place to myself in a couple of days for a few hour only. I'm looking for some challenges that are a bit different. I have some pull-ups, a variety of containers etc. Give me exciting places and ways of peeing! Only constraints are they must all be within the house (I'm not comfortable enough to try public peeing yet!). Thanks in advance for your help!
  11. Hey ive seen alot of people around (mostly on the live action feed but other places too) where people , like myself, are asking for challenges for while they're holding or doing a planned wetting. Figured i'd put together some of my favorites and others can put their's in Do at your own risk Challenges: 1-Spread your legs for 20 seconds no holding 2- Press your abdomen up against a counter to put pressure on your bladder 3-(while super desperate) Have a normal conversation with someone, and when the conversation ends you can go to the bathroom. 4-20 Jumping jacks > get that bladder bouncing (; 5-Lots of sit ups 6-Sit on the toilet fully clothed for one minute (No holding!) 7-Stand in front of the toilet teasing your bladder (Until you wet) 8-Padlock your jeans and go for a grocery run .Leave the key at home. (and pics or it didnt happen) 9-Wash your hands with warm water for a minute, or do the dishes 10- (For the very brave) add edging (masturbating to the “edge” and stopping before orgasm) to the hold! Edge once now, then twice 15 minutes later, three times 15 minutes after that and so on. See how far you can go ;) 11-Try some modified yoga! Sit criss crossed (yoga crossed legs) with your hands on knees.Take a deep breath and fully relax for 10sec. Clench for 2min... then repeat 12- Light finger drumming on the bladder for 2 minutes 13- Heck! Have another glass of water...or two...or three... See how many you can have 14- Rapid desperation technique and go and do yardwork 15-Lay on your stomach for two minutes while pushing on your bladder. No crossed legs! 16- Put on some super tight pants of your choosing 17- Thirsty? Drink some more! 18- Grab about a liter of water, or less/more depending on how difficult or easy you want to go. Until you finish it, no crossing your legs or holding yourself. 19- Take a bath but DO NOT PEE 20- **FAVORITE** Go to bed regular time, with a bladder mostly full (about a 7 or an 8) If you need to, go to sleep with a hand grabbing your crotch. Dont wet the bed, and wake up regularly in the morning! You'll be desperate to pee and will have to frantically find a way to the bathroom without peeing yourself! For even more of a challenge, you could incorporate others, such as #10, #12, or #15. Heck, if you can handle going to the grocery store for a full blown public accident, do it! Hop you all enjoy my little list, feel free to add your own favorites or share your pictures or experiences trying these ones Xoxo- Nobody Good luck!
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