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Hello everyone! Here is a forum thread where I'll be compiling the many oneshots I've written already, as well as post new ones! It'll be a bit of a variety pack when it comes to fandoms, so if you're not into one topic I'm posting, there might be something else for you later! I write a lot of fics focusing on single characters (either Gen, or with a bit of focus on specific friendships), but sometimes I'll also do shippier content. Most are fairly SFW (so just desperation/wetting without any sexual scenarios), since I'm still picking through my NSFW to see which will be appropriate to drop here. I do F/M, F/F, and M/M (haven't written much of that last one yet though). I don't do requests very often (only if I post elsewhere specifically asking, and my WIP pile is overflowing right now), and I'm unable to do commissions at the moment. You can feel free to toss an idea at me anyways if you just want to ramble about it, and if I really like it I might find an excuse to work it into something, just know that there aren't any guarantees! With all of that said, here's the first fic I've added to the blog! It's fairly recent! https://www.omorashi.org/blogs/entry/1462-stuck-doctor-who/ Feedback is much appreciated! ?

Chapter One Clara anxiously crossed her legs together, squirming lightly as she waited for the Doctor, in his 11th incarnation. She was sat in the holding cell of a Sycorax spaceship, having been imprisoned there in an effort to force the Doctor to give up his TARDIS. As she had seen countless times, however, the Doctor had a solution, and managed to negotiate a peace treaty with the aliens, after bluffing that he possessed a weapon which could destroy their whole planet. She was now waiting for the Doctor to get the fix the Sycorax's teleport system to allow her to leave the cell. Subconsciously, she rubbed her thighs together, while tapping her fingers nervously against her knees, a rhythmic and slightly urgent pulse. Without warning, a distorted image of the Doctor appeared in front of her. "Hello? Hello? Can you see me? Hang on, this image projection is a bit faulty and -" the Doctor adjusted a switch on the TARDIS dashboard adjacent to him "Wahey, there we go I look like a real person now, and not just some weird ghost man" "Doctor! Have you sorted it yet, am I free to leave" Clara was desperately keen to get out, as she had been locked up there for six hours, with nothing in the cell except a damaged old wooden bench. "Ah yes, slight problem with that. The teleport system uses Triaflionixalon crystals for power, easily obtainable but they run out of charge so quickly. I've connected my TARDIS to the main system, and those crystals should be good to go in an hour, but until then, the teleport won't work, and I'm afraid your stuck" Clara's eyes widened at this discovery "But can't you just fly the TARDIS in here and let me out," The Doctor looked at her as if she'd just tripped over thin air "No, Sycorax holding cells are re-enforced with Bauxoliote rock, which prevents any alien spaceships from entering. The only way you can physically enter or leave one of these cells is through Triaflionixalon teleportation" "Of course" Clara rolled her eyes, shifting in her seat, and jiggling her thighs together. "Will you be okay?" the Doctor asked. "Yes, it's fine, it's just that-" she lowered her voice a bit "I really need the toilet." She felt ashamed to be admitting this. "Ah yes, I forget human bladder capacity is much less than a timelord's," the Doctor didn't mean to sound condescending. "Come on, this can't be the first time you've seen a human in need of the loo" Clara interrogated. "God no, I've seen several of my own companions in a worse state than you are right now." the Doctor began casting his mind back. -------------------- The Doctor remembered the glorious days of Rose Tyler, one of the few companions he truly loved. Yet she wasn't blessed with the best bladder control, and was sometimes forced to endure the humiliating dash to the on-board toilet while others stayed outside to face Dalek's and Cybermen. This comfort wasn't always available however, and he recounted one such time when this was the case. The year was 5036, and he and Rose had been transported onto a Judoon spaceship. The Doctor was wearing his typical brown pinstripe suit with converse, while Rose was wearing denim shorts, tights and a pink t shirt that complimented her figure. The TARDIS was on the planet of Tredax-3, which the two had been accused of trespassing on. As intergalactic police, the Judoon were obliged to deal with any offences. Two aggressive Judoon marshalled the Doctor and Rose, who were walking next to each other with their hands resting on the back of their heads, as they had been asked to do by the alien policemen. The Doctor noticed Rose shifting slightly as she walked, and she had seemed a bit on edge since they had been transported, unlike her normal confident self. "Are you alright, Rose?" he whispered, showing genuine concern. Rose smiled flirtily but continued to walk awkwardly "I really should have used the loo before we left, I've not been in ages, and I am DESPERATE for a wee" "Will you cope?" "Yeah, just no timewasting with this one, prove our innocence, then get us back to the TARDIS. No games, just in and out. I'm going to take a wild guess that Judoon spaceships don't have public loos on board." The Doctor smiled and shook his head "Don't worry, we'll be on the TARDIS before you can say 'Raxacoricofallapatorius'." Rose chuckled a bit, but then quickly stopped and crossed her legs, realising the additional strain laughter put on her bladder. The two had reached the room which the Judoon would use for their interrogation. "Name." A particularly unfriendly Judoon snarled looking directly into the Doctor's face. The Doctor replied with a cheesy grin. "The Doctor." He moved on to Rose. "Name." "Rose Tyler." she replied, lacking her usual assured tone. He could see her wanting to hop up and down in desperation, but wanting to seem in control in front of him. She was muttering under her breath, and kept rubbing her thighs together. The Judoon began to speak, and while the Doctor was taking in what he was saying, he was utterly mesmerised by Rose, who was stood next to him. He noticed she had began to clasp her hands against her crotch, causing him to wonder how desperate she was. Had she leaked yet? Was she in pain? Was there genuine risk of her wetting herself? She caught him looking and mouthed "I AM BURSTING", while pressing her hands into her privates. He could see sweat dripping down her forehead, and realised she was more desperate than she'd originally let on. He tried to think back to when she last actually used the toilet. They had spent four hours on the alien planet without using her using the facilities, and she had had an exotic brand of ice tea, along with plenty of water, owing to the extremely hot temperature of the planet. He had heard the toilet on the TARDIS flush about an hour before they arrived at Tredax-3, so it must have been at least five hours since she relieved herself. Rose had never been shy about her bodily functions, she had admitted to him that she wet herself in fear when a Slitheen attacked her, and had forced the Doctor to look away and put his fingers in his ears while she peed into a cup, after the two had been locked in a cell together. He had never actually seen her pee though, and was oddly fascinated by the concept. It occured to him that the Judoon had stopped speaking, and therefore a reply was necessary. "Well Mr Judoon, for a start, Rose here isn't human, and therefore you have no jurisdiction over her, so you have to let her go. It's me you want, not her" "That is impossible. Human race could never reach this planet, it would take a lifetime. She is alien" the Judoon barked. "No, you see I'm a timelord, and she travels with me, she's from the year 2008, millenniums ago, but she's definitely not an alien" the Doctor responded, glancing to see Rose's eyes glossed with tears. "Full species determining test required." at this moment two Judoon aggressively took hold of Rose and pushed her against the wall. Her hands immediately darted to her pussy, as her resolute muscles leaked a bit of hot urine into her panties, as she would later admit to the Doctor. "LET GO OF ME!" Rose demanded as her throbbing abdomen indicated a burning desire to finish the job. For this test, the Judoon required her to be fully naked, and so used a de-fabricator to achieve this quickly. Rose wasn't aware of this process, so gasped as the cold air hit her now completely exposed body. The wave of coldness increased her need to pee, and her right hand darted to her vagina, both to put pressure on her throbbing peehole and to protect her dignity. She placed her left arm across her breast, just about hiding both her nipples. The Judoon ran a scanner across every inch of her body, while Rose squirmed eccentrically on the spot, all in the name of preventing her embarassment. "She is human. She may go." the Judoon concluded. Rose had began re-clothing herself, the Doctor caught a glimpse of her well trimmed pubic hair as she put her white knickers back on, taking the opportunity for a long hold of her crotch. She couldn't keep still, her perfect breasts bouncing as she attempted to put her bra back on without wetting herself. The Doctor had to fight the urge to keep watching and continue his plan. "You know, you guys are geniuses. I mean, seriously, you've foiled so many great alien plots. The great Slitheen heist of 3048, you locked up that whole family.' ('Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck' Rose whispered as another drop of wee escaped). 'You destroyed a Sontaran spaceship three times as big for the greater good of the universe. You found the source of the 2nd great Ood malfunction in just 45 minutes. Yet in some ways you unbelievably stupid.' the Doctor gestured Rose to hold his hand. "We are the most intelligent beings in the universe" the Judoon retorted. Rose was now doubled over in pain, knowing she was literally seconds away from flooding herself. "Oh really?" the Doctor asked."Because you've stood us right underneath a functional teleport." he lifted his sonic screwdriver. "Destroy--" "See ya!" the Doctor yelled, activating the teleport. Seconds later, the two were back on the TARDIS. "Oh my God, I'm dying for a wee!" Rose exclaimed, lying on the floor as a result of the teleport landing. She slowly stood up, knowing any sudden movements would be the end of her noble attempts to keep her knickers dry. Somehow she reached the toilet door, but struggled to get it open. "Doctor, I'm going to wet myself!" she yelled. The Doctor rushed over, and used to sonic screwdriver to open the door. "Ah, I'm not going to make it," she cried as a long spurt of urine dampened her shorts. The Doctor tried to help her unbutton her shorts, but it was futile. Rose felt the dampness around her pussy, and knew she was going to have a full blown accident. The pee welled up in the crotch of her panties, before splitting into two streams down each leg. The pee pooled round her bum, while a small puddle had formed beneath her. The pee was now dripping down her tights, soaking her shoes and spurting through the fabric. Two minutes later, Rose had finally emptied her bladder, removing her shorts and tights, tears in her eyes. "I feel so stupid" she sobbed. "I just wet myself like a little child." The Doctor just stared at her wee-soaked panties, now see-through, revealing her sodden pubic hair. Rose stared down at the Doctor's crotch. "At least someone enjoyed it." she smirked. "I'm getting in the shower. Feel free to join me." She removed her panties and bra, showing off her bare arse as she stepped into the shower. -------------------------- "Doctor?" Clara asked, as he had stepped into an almost dream-like daze. "Sorry, where was I? Ah yes, so you're not the first companion to have problems like this." he consoled her. "Thanks, you telling me how Rose wet herself has really helped my situation." Clara informed him through gritted teeth, tightly crossing her legs over. "There was another story." the Doctor continued obliviously. "Oh yes, Martha Jones and the Daleks."

As a massive fan of Doctor Who, Especially the 2nd Doctor and his companions, I thought about how hot it would be if Victoria were to have fan fic or artwork depicting her wetting herself (preferably fan fic) I imagine Victoria, possibly in the ice warriors outfit and maybe in that Snowy setting though it doesn't matter, drenching herself out of fear of some monsters or whatnot. I also imagine Victoria's piss as being hot, which is why in the snowy ice warrior setting steam could rise. God if someone writes Victoria omo I'd be so happy ( I assume it hasn't been done before) maybe I'll try having ago writing it myself.

Rose Tyler hoisted herself up on the handrails of the TARDIS interior, playfully swinging to and fro. "Where're we off to today, Doctor?" she inquired with a bursting grin on her face, chewing gum in her cheek. She was hoping the TARDIS would land somewhere soon, because she was beginning to need the loo, to be honest. The Doctor looked up from the console, unfurrowed his brow and replaced it with his trademark smirk. "Well," drawing out the 'e' with a croak rattling around his throat, "you'll just have to wait and see." With a second or too to grin again at Rose as she swung on the rails like a curious child, he rubbed his stubbly throat and returned to flick the many mysterious switches of the TARDIS and was received with a grating 'whoosh'. Rose leapt up the metal mesh stairs dimly lit by the ethereal golden interior, grabbed her pink jacket tossed over a lever on the console and peeked over the Doctor's pin-striped shoulder. "C'mon", she friskily purred in his ear, with a wide-mouthed smile. "I've been stuck in this bloody TARDIS for hours. Call yourself a Time Lord? You've wasted 3 hours of time already!" The Doctor smirked again, eyes still on the glowing levers and switches. "Talk to me again like that, missy, and you'll be out that door floating through the cosmos! Only a few million kilometres of drifting to the nearest uninhabitable planet." "Yeah?" Rose challenged. In a lower tone, so close to the Doctor's ear she could nearly feel the bristly stubble on his cheek, "I'd like to see you try..." Her tongue lingered on her front teeth cheekily, as though she'd not finished her sentence. The Doctor merely chuckled slightly under his breath in acknowledgement of her banter, his concentration on navigating unrelenting. Rose released her tongue with a defeated click, her wide toothy smile faded slightly. "Right, well, you better tell me when we're getting close" she said in an attempt to recover her lost pride, patting him on the shoulder, "and there better be dog people." The Doctor looked up, his eyebrows raised. "Dog people?" "Yep, you know, like aliens who look like dogs. I mean, cat people? Been there done that," she explained. "A girl needs a bit of excitement and variety in her life. Mum used to say that, when she was bored and alone in her dressing gown, bless." The Doctor gave her his full attention, looking at her, no, into her, with those almond eyes so deep you could almost see the shifting golden scrawls of Gallifreyan spiralling within them. In a low and deep tone so serious it frightened her (but also, dare she admit, left her with a bead of sweat under her collar), he grimaced "mention your mother again and I really am kicking you out into that asteroid belt. I still haven't recovered from the last meal she cooked us." His grave tone was swapped with a flash of that smug smile. "Oi! Her baked beans weren't that bad!" Rose slapped him on the backside and ran off giggling into the chambers of the TARDIS. The Doctor's smile followed her trail as she left. He returned to the console, but then added with a yell "you know the Canid people of Jarar-7 cause a complete detour, right? I'm going to have to change our whole route!' He didn't think she heard the echoes through the immense maze of the TARDIS, until he heard her joking demand, "you see to it, Captain!" The Doctor chuckled with a shake of his head and began inputting coordinates. "You heard the order, old girl," he murmured as the TARDIS seemed to reluctantly grind and groan. On the other side of many hexagon-spangled TARDIS walls, Rose leant and slid down in relief, glad her failed flirty comment hadn't caused a shift in their friendship, but there was something else bothering her as well. The TARDIS had no toilets. Rose was beginning to feel the edge on her bladder after another few impatient hours. She walked up the TARDIS stairs tenderly with a slight cross-legged waddle to her step. The Doctor was under the console, throwing away cables and doodads she thought must have been important, surely. "Doctor?" The Doctor craned his neck, slamming it into the above TARDIS panel. "Yep? How can I help you?" he said with a grin, though his hand vigorously rubbed his bruised scalp. "Firstly, when are we going to arrive?" She asked, trying to restrain the urgency from infecting her voice. "Secondly..." she added, "... What the blooming hell are you doing?" Her eyes scanned the green glowing bolts and tools littering the floor. The Doctor laughed a single 'ha!' and grabbed a wrench. "I'm adding a built in radio to the console. Brilliant, huh?" Rose laughed, bewildered. "Uh huh. What do you listen to, anyway? Dalek dub step?" "What? I've never been a fan of electronica. No, I was thinking the Earth classics like Elvis. He gave me his album himself, you know." "Alright, put an aux input thingo in there too and I'll plug up my iPod. Did you ever meet the Backstreet Boys? N-Sync? Britney Spears?" The Doctor looked at her like she sometimes did at him when he rattled off the taxonomy of a species found deep within the Andromeda Galaxy. "Right, well I know where you're takin' me for my birthday then, don't I? Back to the 90's!" she laughed, until her forceful guffaws caused a slight leakage downstairs. Her smile vanished and her brown eyes darted down. Her knees were pretzled and the spurt subsided, but it took a lot of her brazen stubbornness and willpower to refrain from grabbing her crotch. She looked at her scuffed sneakers and found no trace of a puddle, and looked up at the Doctor (still distracted by his envisioned radio, luckily), flustered. She flicked her peroxide hair that had fallen over her face in her panic away, and coolly muttered "Right, well. Doctor? When are we getting to err, Janid... Jarsa-" "Jarar-7"? He offered, head still concealed under the console amidst cables running like vital arteries. "Well, as I said, it's in the other direction and I needed to reroute a lot of the TARDIS' core power so I wouldn't disintegrate under here while I figured out how- I mean, built the radio that I clearly know how to construct." "Okay." That was not the thought running through her head, however. She regretted making such a ridiculous remark about bloody dog people- she just wanted a change of subject after her risky flirt had gone unnoticed, perhaps unwanted? She shuddered, too embarrassed to think about it, and now certainly too embarrassed to admit she was bursting for the loo. Time Lords and TARDISes never had the premonition to build (or grow?) a facility they would never need. With a hasty turn on her heels, she waddled back down the stairs, wincing with each jolt. Her somewhat damp underwear was cold, uncomfortable and chafing as she retreated to her room as quickly as her swollen bladder would allow. The Doctor began to throw around impressive jargon, waiting for Rose's impressed and ego-stroking (though at times, he suspected, possibly sarcastic) oohs and ahhs, but crawled out from the console just in time to see Rose uncomfortably shuffling into the chambers of the TARDIS. ~~~~~ Sorry, I know it's not great, I've cut it short and it's not heavy on omorashi, but it's my first fanfiction and I just wanted to experiment a little bit with the characterisation. If you don't like it, I get it! I don't even like it myself! Feel free to critique. I might add the more omorashi-related second chapter if you want. Thanks!