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  1. After taking a long sabbatical of writing, I decided to try my hand at an interactive story! For anyone who might have read my previous stories and is curious…I had my laptop stolen and lost everything. It was really disheartening to have all my work gone, and it really put me off writing for awhile. But now I have a new laptop and I have plans in the works to reboot my stories. Anyway, please enjoy this while I work on my other projects! Sachiko Can’t Hold Her Pee Sachiko Nanasaki smiled at herself in her full-length mirror, ignoring her messy bedroom floor in the reflection. She was finally going to be a high schooler tomorrow, and she was modeling her new uniform for herself. She would be attending the prestigious Matsubara High School, and their uniform was so elegant. It was crisp; with a deep red plaid skirt and white top paired with a navy bow, clasped with golden center. She wore navy thigh highs as well and brown loafer shoes. If she spoke honestly, the uniform was one of the top reasons why she applied to that school—no never mind that it was one of the top ranked schools for high academics in all of Japan. I’ll tie my hair up in a high ponytail tomorrow with the red plaid bow that matches the skirt, and it’ll be perfect! Sachiko smiled at her reflection. She looked perfect, she thought, a picturesque high school girl. Her sleek black hair, almond shaped blue eyes (too much water, some would say) and her rapidly filling figure would ensure she was at least moderately popular---the was just one problem. She nibbled her lip and slowly lifted her skirt above her hips, revealing a thick cherry patterned adult diaper. Even alone her room she blushed. Absolutely not, she thought, it’ll have to go. If she was to obtain high school girl perfection, she would have to get over her little…problem. See, Sachiko had a tiny, frantic bladder. She couldn’t hold her pee for very long and was prone to wetting herself when she got flustered or excited. Her parents and older brother all knew about her little issue. Her older brother teased her, of course, and by now her parents had given up on trying. She’d worn diapers all through middle school…and shame burned in her face. Just at the end of the last year, she had been discovered and dubbed Diaper Girl -- another reason she chose such a prestigious school with such a long train ride. But tomorrow she would be a high school student! And high school students did not wear diapers. She would get over this habit, she absolutely had to. That was why she had spent the last few weeks before this new term practicing. She could hold it much better…usually. And if she couldn’t…well she had a few tricks up her sleeve to make sure no one noticed a thing. And besides, she thought with a naughty little blush, I kind of like the feeling of peeing in my panties… Suddenly, her bedroom door burst open, revealing her mother—a squat woman with short brown hair. “Sachiko! What are you doing!? Take off that uniform and get in bed, do you have any idea how early you must get up for that train? Same time as your brother’s swim practice!” “Yes mother…” Sachiko sighed, “I’m going to bed now” Her mother slammed her door and went down the hall to her own bedroom, and Sachiko sighed. She took off her uniform, folding it gently (the only folded and properly cared for thing in the room) and set it on her desk chair. She pulled on a pale blue pajama top, buttoned down the front with short sleeves. But, before she pulled on the matching bottoms, she removed the diaper she’d been wearing from the day. She balled it up, cleaned herself from where she noticed it was just a little bit damp, and pulled on a pair of pink striped panties. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror before pulling on the bottoms. She set her alarm for 5:00am, turned off her light, and got into bed. From this moment on, I am an adult…And I will never, ever wear diapers again! ***BEGIN- If Sachiko wets herself and gets caught, its GAME OVER*** The shrill ring of the alarm shook Sachiko groggily from her slumbering. It was barely light out and she was not a morning person. She struggled into a sleeping position, so tangled in her blankets, and turned off her noisy alarm. She glared at it and laid back down in bed, just for a minute. Nnnn….I want to go back to sleep…. She rubbed her eyes, slowly starting to come to her senses. From across the hall, she heard her brother moving around, opening this door and that. That’s right…Rei has swimming practice… It was a distant, fleeting thought as her eyes drifted closed. The shower turned on across the hall, and she was dimly aware of her brother starting his morning routine. She relaxed, nearly falling back asleep, when suddenly… Ssss… Sachiko gasped, sitting up fast as she twisted her legs together, both hands squeezing herself. Waaaah!!! I have to go pee!!!! <Sachiko has to go so bad! 9.8/10!> Sssssss… Sachiko whimpered, squeezing harder and folding into her blankets as she managed to cut off the flow of pee. She shivered in bed, eyes fogging a little. N-no! Today is my first day of high school! It can’t start like this….<Sachiko leaked a medium amount. Bladder level 9.2/10> She squirmed, biting her lip. She had to go right now! Ahhh…I have to go potty…But Rei is in the bathroom!!!!! What should I do?! A) Start the day off naughty! Go pee in bed…its not like she hasn’t done it before… B) Hurry! You can make it Sachiko! Run to the bathroom and ask your brother to let you in! C) Oh, there’s no way she’ll make it! Better find a container….
  2. Drawing various pokemorphs in omo/wetting related scenes. Possibly down the line a small mini-comic. Post requests, I'll pick a few! (Also it will assist me in getting better at art)
  3. The Sanguinary Emissary

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

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  4. Hey everyone, it's me again! I had another accident last night and I was nearly caught again. It was a series of incredibly erotic events! Luckily my ability to think on my toes in these situations saved my ass again. So I've been playing SOMA. Its a horror game made by the same people who made Amnesia, so if you don't know of it I just told you everything you need to know. I've been almost home alone since yesterday morning. What I mean by that is, my mother is gone on a trip for work and my brother is also gone away staying at a friends until Sunday, so until then it's just me and Dad. I was taking advantage of this fact. Dad can't cook so we've been living off pre-made store-bought food like subs and the chicken I just ate, as well as coca cola (Bad for me, I know). Now, I've been getting really into this game. Its really scary and really immersive. And I'm easily scared. I'm sure you can see the direction this is going. I was playing last night and had been drinking lots of coca cola. The caffeine really got to me, and I filled up rather quick. I don't know HOW quick, because time flies when I'm gaming. I was barely paying attention until I noticed I had to cross my legs and rock a little to be remotely comfortable. It was undeniable at this point, I really, REALLY had to pee. I was wearing tight light blue jeans, complete with a belt with a cute butterfly buckle, and black and white striped panties. My top was...somewhere. I dunno. I'm the type that after she gets home to relax, layers start coming off in no real specific order. I was still wearing my bra, a nice black one I like, but thinking back I'm surprised I didn't discard that too in favor of just one of my big T-shirts for the sake of comfort. Too eager to immediately get into the game I guess. I didn't even remember to eat. I rarely do, and when I do hardly enough to get any damn nutrients, thus my being a stick. This forgetfulness will come into play. So anyway, I was playing SOMA and I really had to pee. Crossing my legs, rocking, no grabbing though, as my hands were occupied with the game (I'm playing this on a dualshock 3 I have connected to my PC. The mouse and keyboard business lately has been making my wrist sore so I'm changing it up!). But I've got a bit of a complex where I don't pause to do something unless I've just hit a checkpoint. If I'm in the middle of an objective I don't stop until I've completed it, no matter how urgent other matters might be. The objective in this case, was to go downstairs and reset the network connection so I could run some sort of simulation to get a code from a virtual dude. Of course I get down there and there's a monster I didn't predict. Some gross mass of flesh with legs. Anyway, the point is I didn't know he was in there. And I get really immersed and really frightened. I walked into the room and felt something was off. It was dark and the music and accompanying atmosphere had gotten heavy. To reiterate, I get a little too immersed. Just being here put a pit in my stomach and a cold sweat on my brow. I snuck around, not really expecting anything to be there. I was quite literally on the edge of my seat, stiff as a statue, legs crossed with a bursting bladder. Just had to hit the button on the other side of the room and I could run off. But then I rounded a corner and saw it. It wasn't looking at me, but it was really close and I could see how very grotesque it was. I couldn't even move my character, I froze. My breathing went heavy and my eyes wide as I sat there, frozen and shaking. And my crotch going damp. Wait what? I slammed the pause button and shoved my hand between my legs. I was suddenly acutely aware that in being frozen in terror, I had peed in my underwear a little bit. A quick check showed a small patch between my legs. I cursed myself for letting myself be so caught off guard and vowed to run to the bathroom. As soon as I hit that fucking button, of course. I unpaused and backed off a bit, composing myself, waiting for the enemy to go away. As soon as I had the chance I slipped across the room. Finally, the network reset button! I flipped the switch. But I had to wait a moment so I could hit it again as confirmation? God dammit. Of COURSE, the button pushing action would be noisy enough to attract the flesh bag to said computer. I heard it coming so I tried to back up behind one of the server things. But something was blocking my character. Shit. I panicked and turned around to see a chair on the ground. blocking my path. And I turned BACK around, and creepy moaning flesh dude was STARING RIGHT AT ME. So goddammit, I turned around, jumped over the chair and ran. Sprinted through the weaves of the mazelike room, and out. There was a room outside of it to the left I knew I could shut the door to. My plan was to run in, turn around, slam the door, and figure out a hiding spot in there before he got in. Of course my plan had a fatal flaw. I was completely unaware that this limping, groaning bag of whatthefuck, could sprint like Usain Bolt like you were leading him around in a race car with a gold medal tied to the back, when you alerted him to your presence. He was sprinting and on my heels the whole way, when I assumed I had a few seconds of respite I really didn't have. I ran into my safety room and spun around to slam the door. And it was right there. Sprinting about 5 feet away from me screeching. It slammed into me and the screen went black. Of course during this short timeframe, I SCREAMED. I screamed and I dropped the controller, my hands shooting up to my face. The next thing I knew when I came to my senses, I was wetting myself from sheer terror. My ass was suddenly very warm, and as I was still on the edge of my seat, it was pitter pattering onto the floor. I stood up as fast as I could, crossed my legs, reached my hands down and held on for dear life. I regained control and assessed the damage. The back of my thighs and my ass were...very wet indeed. My pants and underwear were quite obviously saturated beyond saving so I'd have to change. The moment I stood up though my bladder dropped like a rock and I suddenly noticed that it was quite visible. Being a stick of a person, when my bladder gets big I can tell pretty well just by looking at my belly. I had severely leaked, yes, but I still had a ton left in me. So bathroom time it was! Those of you who have read my last experience already know my bathroom is just a little down the hall from my bedroom, on the 2nd floor. So I shuffled to the door and turned the knob to open it...Just as my dad was coming in. He didn't know I was on the other side, obviously, and my door, like most bedroom doors, opens inward. The doorknob was swiftly driven...directly into my bladder. I hid 85% of my body behind the door and peeked around and looked at my dad, asking what he wanted. The door wasn't wide open obviously, it was just wide enough that he could probably slip through if he turned sideways. While I was asking this I was trembling horribly. That impact to my bladder had knocked my control out of the park. I felt myself slowly start leaking, gradually getting heavier. My crotch was getting warm. The warmth started spreading. I could feel my pants getting wet in the back, and some starting to seep through to the front. I was not in a position where I could start dancing around or suddenly whip one of my hands out of dads view, as I was holding onto the door and leaning around from behind it. He could see from my head to my shoulders I imagine. He told me I had forgotten to eat and that he had re-heated my food. I stammered, shaking, legs wobbling as I lost further control. I tried so hard to clench my muscles down and press my legs tighter together, but my control was heavily wavering, to the point it was rapidly switching between extremes. One second I had full control, the next I'd hear the hissing for a second and hope he wasn't hearing it. I was basically peeing my pants now, the wetness traveling much further than my ass given that I was no longer sitting down. It started soaking my legs, leaving trails, two big ones down the back of either leg and smaller ones branching off. I told him I'd be down in a minute to eat. I let out a small audible gasp as my inner thighs became overly saturated and I could feel urine trickling along my bare feet and ankles. He asked me if I was alright, saying he saw I was shaking. He moved in the door more, pushing the knob further into my bladder. There went any control I had left and the hissing in my jeans became loud and constant. Pee was pouring out of me, and I could feel it traveling all over the front and back of my legs. I groaned loudly as he did this and he raised an eyebrow, and he tried to come in, yet again pushing the knob into my bladder even harder. It was like a hose at this point, it had gone from a stream into a jet, and I was wetting myself so hard the crotch and thighs of my jeans just couldn't hold this volume at this speed and it started heavily dripping onto the floor, pattering into the now growing puddle around me. He was about to come in and look at me in full and I started to panic. I suddenly realized that the pee hitting the floor and the loud hissing coming from my now drenched crotch was pretty loud, almost deafening to my in my paranoia and I quickly raised the volume of my voice and used my daughter powers to cover everything. "DAD!! I'm shaking because I'm cold! I'm not dressed, I'm trying to change in here!!" and gave the door a shove. I can pretty much guarantee you, you will never see a male back off faster in your life. Daughter powers. Every daddy's girl has them, and they work 100% of the time, and we all know how to use them like its primal instinct. Don't test us. Not applicable to mothers. I'm sure the story may seem drawn out while reading but do remember this was a short exchange that lasted like 20 seconds, maybe less. I heard a muffled "Alright, see you downstairs" and him walking off. I turned around and rested my back against the door. I unbuckled my cute little butterfly belt, undid my button and unzipped my jeans to give my aching bladder some relief. I was drenched anyway, so I figured I'd enjoy the moment and just stood there and finished wetting my pants. It felt absolutely wonderful now that the panic was gone. The warmth, the hissing, the general relief...these are sensations I'm sure 98% of you know so I don't really need to describe that. But it was amazing. And very much a turn on. I sat in my puddle for a bit and just recouped, before sitting back in my chair which also had a tiny puddle in it from earlier, and tabbed over to my browser to look up some...similar material to my situation, and yeah that other stuff. When I was finished I stripped off and took a shower, put on some jammies, cleaned up my messes with a towel, and I threw all that stuff into my laundry pile (which I did today while Dad was at work) and went down to grab my dinner and kick it back in the living room to watch some netflix with Dad for a bit. Nice bonding time, also partially testing how aware he was. Completely clueless, just as I suspected. As always, I hope you enjoyed! Please leave feedback and any thoughts, and I will of course answer any questions :) I love you guys! Read my previous experience here!~: https://omorashi.org/topic/27824-wet-myself-outside-of-the-bathroom/
  5. Hey guys! It's me again. I'm sure that judging from the topic title you can tell I did something stupid again, so let's just get into it. I was doing a hold yesterday. You know, drinking some soda, some water, the usual stuff, just waiting around for it all to start kicking in. The problem was at some point I realized I had to turn in a paper I had due to one of my professors. Looking at the clock, I hadn't gotten too far into the whole hold thing, I was feeling it but I wasn't unbearably desperate. I estimated that I shouldn't be more than an hour, and by the time I got back I'd probably REALLY be feeling it, so I said what the hell, let's go turn it in now. So I got to the nearest transit stop, knowing it would be there any second, and took it to a friends place. I had a water bottle filled with lemonade on me and continually sipped from it as the trip progressed. Eventually I got to my friends place, and bugged her for a ride, given the University is all but 5 minutes away from where she lives. She had to go to the store anyway so she let me off in the Uni lot, and said she was going to pick up some groceries and would be in the lot again by the time I got out. Perfect. At this point I was definitely starting to feel twitchy. I'd clench my thighs or bounce around a little every now and again from the discomfort. Obligatory description paragraph! To reiterate very simply, I'm between 5'8-5'9, 116 pounds, pale as ash, and long black hair that reaches past my shoulders. For my trip out I was wearing a white Avengers T-shirt, a small jean jacket over it, a black miniskirt, and black tights. Just a white bra and panties set, nothing special. So I get to the University. At this point I need to pee pretty solidly, but I'm not in danger. At this moment, everything was going according to plan. When I get in I ask for directions to the professor offices of that general category, and I get some really vague ones so I get sort of lost. I find my way there eventually by pure accident. I get to her office and I knock. She tells me to come in and I hand in my assignment. Thing is about this particular teacher, she's chatty. Which I don't mind at all! She's sweet, funny, and well-versed in her subject which is something I happen to find very interesting. I'm also overly nervous and polite, so I won't often excuse myself from a conversation even if I need to. She kept me in that office talking for about an hour. In this time, my need for the bathroom rose to DANGER levels. She was so into our conversation she didn't even notice my constant fidgeting, or any of the usual telltale signs. And to be fair, I was really into the conversation too. It was during this conversation the first leak happened, and I visibly stiffened, thinking to myself something along the lines of "Shiiiiiiiiiit." Eventually she let me go, saying she had some stuff to get done, and I politely excused myself from the office. The moment I shut the door I looked around and shoved my hand between my legs. Bathroom. NOW. I could let out enough and continue the hold at home, but if I didn't do something I wouldn't make it home to finish holding. Almost the moment I finished that thought I leaked a little into my panties, like my body was adding an exclamation point. I looked around the entire floor for the bathroom. Campus is three or four buildings altogether, I haven't gotten used to the grounds yet so I can't say for sure. But its big. And not knowing where I am often, I get lost easy. Like some Omorashi cliche, the bathroom on this floor was out of order. I dribbled a bit more, as I had been doing every little bit. I actually took another sip of my lemonade, almost reflexively. Then I slapped myself mentally...Muscle memory isn't always a good thing. I did end up coming across an elevator in my desperate waddling, and ended up on the second floor (I had been on the third). I was almost starting to get my bearings here, some of the area looked familiar. I felt a familiar warmth and immediately gripped at myself again under my skirt, clenching my legs together. The spurts had definitely soaked through my underwear, I felt the tights between my legs growing increasingly damp as time went on. I didn't have much time left. Another spurt or two happened before I regained control, my hand coming away wet. I wiped it off on my knee and continued my desperate journey. Luckily for me, it being the weekend, there weren't a ton of students around, especially given that here in Canada, thanksgiving was Sunday. The day I'm posting this actually, so happy thanksgiving everyone! After much exploring I found a staircase, the kind that goes down to a landing, and then turns around to finish going down in the opposite direction. The staircase was familiar to me, at the bottom was an area I usually frequent so once I got down there I knew where the nearest bathroom was. My bladder evidently didn't like the fact that I was close to making it, as every step down to the first landing, I leaked. My hands were buried between my legs and I could feel them catching drops. I was sweating, my muscles straining, but I couldn't give up, I was so close! I reached the landing and made my way down the second set of steps, slowly but steadily dribbling all the way. About midway down I started leaking heavily, and one large spurt in particular I felt stream down the back of my leg a little. This was bad. I felt more urine travel down the insides of my legs and begin to gently patter onto the stairs. I was losing control I was increasingly doubting I would get back. It was also at this moment I heard voices coming from the top of the stairs coming down, and voices from ahead of me, on the ground floor. In front of the stairs, maybe 10 feet, there was a door leading outside and a hallway going left, and I could hear people coming from around the corner. I was about to be surrounded, and judging from the absolute straining feeling in my bladder as I dribbled and leaked on the stairs, I might be absolutely peeing myself during said time. So I did the only thing I could do...I dashed down the remainder of the stairs, did a 180, hid under them, and slammed my back against the wall and covered my mouth. I could hear people coming around the corner and more coming down the stairs. I shoved my hand down my tights and gripped my crotch outside of my now soaking wet panties, with my other hand covering my mouth trying to stay as quiet as possible. There was just one issue....I couldn't hold it. I gripped, and crossed my legs, and braced as hard as I could, but I just couldn't hold it anymore, no matter how hard I tried. It started to come out, regardless of how badly I was trying to hold it or not. A hissing came from under my hand, streaming down my locked legs onto the floor, my other hand muffling moans and whines. I tried so hard but the more I tried the harder it came, my panties and tights were soaked. I could feel it gathering in my shoes, and my legs becoming warm and wet all over. I let out a muffled squeal into my palm as my bladder just felt like it dropped, and the stream grew so powerful it sprayed between my fingers onto the floor. The voices were growing distant now, like it even mattered anymore. I felt it streaming down my legs, my breathing becoming ragged as it made its own trails and waterfalls down my legs and thighs. There was a massive puddle beneath me on the ground. I just stood there, unsure of how to react. I had just pissed myself at University. Me being me, I immediately went into Solid Snake mode. I whipped out a napkin and wiped off the back of my tights. Being black, they wouldn't show much. I darted out the aforementioned door and out into the sun. It was rather warm. My panties and tights were damp but its not like anyone could tell, especially given the distance between me and anyone else. A LITTLE bit had gotten on the skirt, but as that was black too, I was currently semi-safe. I looped around campus from the outside, hoping to dry a little. I saw the car in the parking lot, but my friend wasn't in it. I found out later she went to the convenience store across the street while waiting for me. I hopped into the car, and reclined the passenger seat back. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my tights off. I put them in my backpack and pulled out a pair of knee highs (I go everywhere with spare socks. You never know people!) and put them on. Bam. Nobody would even be the wiser. I could even feel my panties were no longer sopping wet. Eventually she came back to the car to find me. She looked at my legs, and then at me, asking why I changed like that. I told her it was hot, while smiling like an idiot. She claimed it made no sense but didn't pursue it further after I said I felt the socks were cuter. I then managed to get home and reflect on my day. Well there you have it! As always, feel free to give feedback and ask me anything! I love hearing from everyone :) Happy thanksgiving to any fellow Canadians!
  6. Saril: Greetings, my readers...and, hopefully captivated audience. To the first of what I hope is a Many Season Show. Though, what's a show without actors? What's a display, without proper toys? Saril: So, let me...spill it out for you all, so we can....Ah..Hey- AuthorFaust: Ground rules. Faust will help Saril, as she's never done this kind of thing herself properly before.... [Hold it..!!! Omo-Idol!] Hold it Idol is similar to a combination of a show like American Idol, and a bit like The show Big-Brother. Ten Girls will share one large Household, in the Residence of Saril.....For a two week vacation. But, having a mere vacation would be rather dull... Saril: So, I've arranged for it to have gone from a mere escape from the daily life....To a Lust-inducing-Extravaganza. All of the girls shall be pushed to their limits and beyond......Metaphorically, Literally, and lewdly..... AuthorFaust: Through the two weeks, there will be a myriad of Tests, Trials, and Challenges for them to overcome....That will test their abilities in ways that people have likely though of before, but we've decided to recycle anyways! Saril: And, as the title implies.....The main objective out of all of the challenges is to find out which of the girls is best suited for the title of..... Saril's Hold it!!!, Omo-Idol! AuthorFaust: Said perks include being featured as the de-facto plaything in the stories Omo-Weekly magazines, an increased affinity and presence in future stories....and of course.....The love and admiration of all of our lustful viewers in seeing them loosing their waters in whatever way most enticing throughout time....! Saril: I would settle for making them an Angel of mine, but the Author insisted on sharing our soon-to-be-Idol with everyone. Saril: Oh, but as I stated...What's a contest without contestants? Troubled, trembling, tormented-tinkle-tanks, toiling away......Inside of our tasty targets. AuthorFaust: As this in in the interactive forum though, You can probably guess what kind of input we plan to incite.... Saril: So, without further ado.....Set up that info, Faust. AuthorFaust: Right, right... ============================================================================================================================================================== AuthorFaust: However, keep in mind... The story will be written by Faust...But the Events will be influenced by you, the Audience. So, while you won't be Controlling one of the characters directly..... You will help determine their fate. Saril: As an added bonus, when I'm selecting the ten to join... I'll even start off with a little...Audition video for them. Granted, only writing...but.... AuthorFaust: Faust will fill in any character slots people don't fill.....and will write a small scene for them. AuthorFaust: Pitching ideas with your characters is welcome, of course. Faust will put up a model for one to utilize as soon as he's ready to type a bit more....So... Saril: Bring on the contestants! Once we have enough, the fun can really begin!
  7. File Name: JAV Pantyhose Desperation & Wetting File Submitter: Seneca File Submitted: 04 Jun 2014 File Category: Panty Wetting The desperation and wetting scene from JAV JKJ-SPC00100. A saleswoman in a skirt, pantyhose and white panties grows desperate and wets herself in a lobby. The scene is cut from a JAV where she goes on to be groped and have sex, but this clip stands well by itself. She wets once, pretty badly, then stuffs tissues down her panties and struggles some more until finally losing control. A long desperation and a big, slow wetting down her legs. One for pantyhose lovers, not a whole lot of panties on show, although there is an aftermath shot at the end. NB: This is an uncensored JAV and you get some pubic hair as she struggles with her hands down her panties. Good picture quality and close-up detail. Click here to download this file
  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. Master and Servant ***Draco/Hermione: Draco notices Hermione's aversion to school bathrooms and decides to play a little game...*** ((Hey guys! I know its been AGES since I posted anything on here, but I was recently inspired to start writing again! Let me know what you think! Personally this a fun project for me and I'm writing the second chapter right now :) Leave your comments, questions, concerns at the bottom, they're greatly appreciated! )) Chapter 1: Origins of the Game The very first time Draco ever saw Hermione Granger wet herself was in their first year, on the second Tuesday in November. It seemed like, ever since she'd nearly been murdered in one on Halloween, Little Miss Mudblood had developed a fear of using any of the school bathrooms outside her dormitory. He'd caught on to her little phobia, or at least realized the issue itself, by watching her; purely by accident of course. It wasn't his fault that she was always seated directly in front of him for all the classes they shared, but it did provide a perfect vantage point for watching her squirm during their lessons. At first, he'd figured she was too much of a brianiac to take a few minutes from class to ask for the loo, but then he'd noticed she'd never be among the group of girls that always went together after each lesson was over. No, she'd go class to class, squirming and fidgeting and dancing all the more in each one until the end of the day. It was a wonder her friends hadn't noticed—No, nevermind. Her friends were the biggest bunch of dunderheads Hogwarts had ever seen, of course they wouldn't have noticed. Regardless, at the end of the day she'd always announce an urgent need for a book, some parchment, a quill, or the library and rush off before Potty and Weasel could say anything else. Draco wouldn't see her again till dinner, but he always noted she was no longer dancing. Draco hadn't any idea why he was so facinated with the girl's need for the toilet. He supposed it had something to do with how rediculous it seemed to hold it like that all day long, despite having plenty of time to go between classes. But whatever, what the stupid girl did with her body wasn't any of his buisness...except that, very, very privately, he wished she'd oversetimate her bladder one day and have an accident. The more this thought lingered, and grew stronger every time he watched Hermione squirm in class, the more he knew he absolutely had to see it. So, on that second Tuesday in November, Draco Malfoy had come up with a most ingenious plan to watch Hermione Granger wet her panties. On this day in particular, he knew they had double potions directly after lunch. He also knew that Hermione always left lunch early when she could, presumably for the toilet in Gryffindor tower, so he couldn't let that happen. It was all too easy for him to convince Crabbe and Goyle to ignore their food to go and pester the Gryffindorks. His taunts, as always, were geared toward Potter, but he was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. Oh yes, he noted with glee, she definitely had been planning on running off to the loo before he came over. Her lips were pursed and she kept shooting anxious looks toward the door. Ah, but she couldn't leave, now could she? Not with her two idiot friends in the middle of a could-be fight. Draco harrassed the lot of them until Weasley damn near jumped over the table to take a swing (this earned a sharp “Sit down, Ron!” from Hermione) and Draco smirked, the bell for class ringing just in time. He noted how distressed she looked as he sauntered off to the dungeons. Double potions proved to be extremely entertaining that day. Snape had barely finished the lecture before Hermione started to fidget. Making the actual potion made him almost snicker with glee as he watched her try to squirm descretely and chop up her ingrediants at the same time. They filled their cauldrons with water, Draco making sure to do his especially loud behind her, and she was crossing her legs. Draco smirked, watching her every movement. It would spoil his plans a bit if she lost it in the middle of potions, but seeing her humiliated in class like that, especially Snape's class, wasn't a bad consolation prize. Still, he watched her squirm during the making of the potion and she was, almost regrettably, still dry when Snape dismissed the class. No matter, they still had History of Magic before their lessons were done, one more hour of class. Hermione was probably thankful, Draco had figured, that Potter and Weasley had fallen asleep during this particular lesson. Even they would have noticed something was troubling their princess know-it-all had they been awake. Hermione Granger could not sit still, not even for a minute. She rocked in her seat, crossed and uncrossed and then recrossed her legs, bounced on her bottom, and at one point even put her hand between her legs to hold herself. Draco's blood was pounding, excitement he assumed from finally being able to see her have an accident, the entire time he watched her. With ten minutes to go in History of Magic, and Hermione still dissapointingly dry, Draco was starting to lose hope. Maybe her bladder had more ability than he'd given credit for. He took notes glumly, still glancing at Hermione. She had been dancing in rhythm of the past half hour, apparently having found the correct fidget-patterns to hold back her flood. Draco gave himself comfort that, even if she managed to make it till the end of class, there was no way she could make it up seven floors to the Gryffindor dormitory to go. All he had to do was follow her and he'd see what he'd been waiting for. He grinned, imagining her gasping right in front of the Fat Lady as she suddenly peed herself. And then, Hermione suddenly gasped for real. His eyes snapped up to her, widening in realization as he took in her position. Her body was tense, hand half way down to hold herself. Time seemed to slow as he watched her tremble and then relax, jerking her legs apart as she did. That was it! That had to be it, Draco thought in glee as he waited for the inevitable flood to come pouring down her chair, there was no way Granger wasn't wetting herself right then. He was on the edge of his seat as he saw a stream trickle over the edge of her chair, splashing onto the stone below. No one else would have noticed unless they were watching for it, but that was all he got. Much to his dismay, she slammed her legs together a second later, both hands holding herself, and regained control. Still, Draco had to work to control his breathing. He was a little hot in the face, heart racing. Even just that little bit had been such a thrill...but he knew there was no way she'd make it to her dorm after class! He'd definitely get to see it all if he followed her. He grinned, anxiously watching the clock just like Hermione was, only for a completely different reason. The bell finally rang and Hermione all but punched her two friends awake. “Class is over! Honestly you two, if you don't stop sleeping through it you're gonna fail! I'm going to go to the library, you two better catch yourselves up!” she lectured as she rushed to collect her books and darted out of the room. Potter and Weasley were dumfounded, but Draco just packed up and left at a normal pace. Couldn't rush after her, now could he? That would be too obvious. Besides, he found he didn't much need to rush. Hermione was walking pretty slowly, especially in the populated areas. As badly as she obviously had to go, he was still a little surprised that she passed two girl's rooms and ignored them as she walked on, Draco tailing at a safe distance behind. Once they'd passed the Great Hall, the student body thinned considerably and Draco watched with joy as she started to hold herself openly as she walked, if a little faster. They were nearing the library now and she kept having to stop and hold and bounce and squirm. Draco was eating it up, best plan he'd had all year! Hermione took a particularly long pause, whimpering loud enough for Draco to hear. He swore to himself, realizing he'd got too close and darted quickly behind a tapestry. From his hiding place he watched her dance, gasping and whimpering with her hands between her legs. He could have sworn he could see wet trails making their ways down her thighs to her knee high socks. But again, he was denied that final flood as she managed to right herself and start walking again. He cursed softly, aloud this time. Maybe he should just curse her. She'd never know what hit her in her state and he was sure she'd really wet. Full Body Bind? Good plan. He pulled his wand out and stepped a bit from behind the tapestry, magic about to fire when suddenly Professor Flitwick came out from around the corner. Draco snapped back into hiding and Hermione froze in place. Draco could have killed the old fool for thwarting his plans but then, as he watched the tiny professor strike up a conversation about what a wonderful (barf) job she'd done during class, he'd realized it was a blessing in disguise. Hermione chatted as though nothing was wrong, but he could see how tense she was, how tightly her legs were pressed together, and how her hands kept balling into her skirt. After what seemed like ages, the professor finally took his leave and Draco watched Hermione watch him go. The moment he was out of her sight, she held herself desperately with both hands, looking around like a toilet would magically appear to save her. Her eyes fell on Draco's tapestry. He gasped, still for a moment as he thought he'd been spotted. The panic furthered when she started hurrying for his hiding spot. He backed up until he hit a wood wall, no where to go, and she was gonna catch him and probably kill him...wait. Wood? He glanced behind him and thank Merlin's cloak, it was a door! He jiggled the handle, could have whooped at finding it unlocked, and tucked himself inside the most randomly placed storage closet ever just as Hermione threw back the tapestry. He smirked, watching through the crack in the door, thinking how he'd nearly escaped death. But Hermione didn't seem to be interested in finding anybody in particular. She danced in place, one hand between her legs, whimpering softly as she looked back and forth around the tapestry, checking to make sure she was alone, before coming inside. “Aaaaah....Oh God oh God oh God!” Draco heard her gasp as she danced, legs crossing and uncrossing as she hitched up her skirt. For the first time in his life he saw a girl's panties, Hermione's in particular were innocently white with lace around hems. Not so innocently, they were also soaked at the crotch. He watched as she suddenly squatted, spreading her legs out right in front of his slightly cracked door. In this same instant, his eyes widened and his cheeks darkened, ears ringing with the only sound in the room: Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...” Hermione moaned in relief a moment later, her pee splashing thunderously against the stone floor in the room. She hadn't even tried to pull her panties down, she just peed right through them, a full waterfall errupting from her. Draco watched, slack jawed in awe, as trickles moved down her open thighs and dripping down to the floor to join the puddle her jetting stream was making. The room was filling with the light aroma of a girl's pee and Draco felt heat rushing straight down between his legs, blushing more as he realized he was getting hard while he watched this. All too soon, Hermione was finished with her wet. He watched her tremble, blushing as she seemed to realize what she'd done. She stood up, carefully stepping away from her puddle. She nibbled her lip and pulled out her wand, casting a vanishing charm on the mess she'd made before she checked the damage on her clothes. Panties were obviously soaked through, but her skirt and her socks were wet as well. She seemed to consider this, checked her watch, and pondered it again. Draco could almost hear her thinking, “Well, I do have time to change while everyone is at dinner....” She picked up the books she dropped before wetting herself and headed out the way she came, having apparently made up her mind. As for Draco, he shut the door completely after she'd gone and stuck his hand down his pants, touching himself for the first time with the memory of her wetting right there in front of him. After he'd finished with his own pleasure, he knew, undoubtly, that he'd have to see that again.
  10. Aquarius

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    Self-made fantasy-genre desperation/omorashi RPG, following on in the style of Wetters Taiken and HareAme. Includes: Custom-drawn pictures, desperation, wetting and peeing systems, in-battle desperation, two chapters of story and gameplay, and a whole lot of dialogue. More details, discussion and error fixing in the main thread: http://omorashi.org/...-game-aquarius/ I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it so far. **Note: Save files can be transferred between different versions of the game unless otherwise specified. It's recommended to keep your version up-to-date to avoid errors. **IMPORTANT: For the game to work you need to first install xp_rtp104e provided.

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  11. I can't claim to be the best of artists, but I'm trying to get better. Also, you can PM me with requests and if I find the time, I'll gladly doodle some of them up. Any input or critique would be great.
  12. Hi everyone! Its been a week or two, I've had a bit of a dry spell, likely due to the fact that midterms were going on and I'm a lot less playful and risky when I'm in work mode. Work and fun are two separate things for me, which isn't to say I don't enjoy working; I'm a working and writing machine! Anywho, I've finally been able to wind down and relax finally after what feels like however, in the last few days I've attended a few Halloween parties, a few Halloween events, marathoned bad horror movies for all nighters, and another in particular relating specifically to this forum: I had an accident. Now if you've read my tale regarding my recent fable while playing a certain horror game you know two things: One, I love horror but don't handle scares well, and two, I'm oh-so woefully stubborn. As is usually the case when I have an accident, the stubbornness of course comes into play. Allow me to give a bit of context.. There's a local park a city or so away. Like a lot of places, it has a yearly Halloween attraction. Its very sizable; it is also used as a campground in the summertime. I have attended this event every year! This year I went with a few of my friends (Same group from the apartment story), and we showed up early. Naturally there was a line already, and we still had 45 minutes before the event would start and the line started moving up...The line ended up being very large in total, the event was very popular. We had all been picked up at our houses, and most of us had overnight bags in the trunk, as we were going back to one of their places to marathon horror movies for the rest of the night. In the hour before we arrived I had drunk a monster and a hard lemonade, though I didn't really think anything of it until I polished off a 1 liter pepsi from the concession stand halfway through the line. Description phase! By now you most likely have a general idea of my appearance, for newcomers I've got long black hair, am pale enough to fit into the cast of twilight which I am ashamed of, unhealthy tiny at 116 pounds last weigh-in, at 5'8-5'9. To try and turn my pitiful bodily state into a point of attraction, I try to maintain care of my face with various face washes, and creative use of eyeliner. If people are going to think I'm anorexic or something, I might as well look semi-pretty in the process I figure. But enough of that. Tonight I was wearing a pretty dark blue jeans, you could think they were black if you didn't see them in the light. Very tight too. Black tank top, black zipped hoodie for the brisk October weather, along with a nice blue bra/panty combo. With this outfit I usually wear 2 earrings, a gold moon and a star, but as I might end up running for my life I left those out this time. So again, we were in line, and as aforementioned halfway up there was a food stand. I got a hot dog and a 1 litre pepsi, and those were gone pretty fast I will say. Now see at this point I hadn't used the bathroom in a few hours easily, but I didn't even think about that until all the drinks from the past little while had caught up. By the time we were 3/4 of the way up the line I was squirming and inwardly groaning from the typical this-is-the-worst-time-to-need-to-pee realization. I resolved to hold it because again, I'm stubborn, and I didn't want to lose my place in line next to my friends. I realize I probably would have been let back into my spot, but I didn't want to take any chances. We slowly moved up in line, and my need to go slowly got worse, but I didn't really plan to budge. It was almost an exciting feeling, but as per usual I didn't really put enough thought into potential consequences. Its something I really need to work on. Anywho, I had my hands stuffed in my pockets and my legs crossed and I'd bounce a little every now and again. At one point Kate asked me what was up and I started bitching about the cold. We got to the end of the line up and it was our group, and another few girls, like 3 others I think for the next go around. I think they let another set of people in every 5 minutes or so. We got in and I really had to go, but I figured should I stay on my toes I could hold it until the end no problem. First we went down the trail, pretty spooky. Torches and bridges, people in costumes...I tried to stay relatively quiet and blend in with my friends. One of my friends is a screamer, and the screamers make themselves targets. So I let her take the brunt of the people jumping out of the woodwork as it were. It was all really cool, and went really smoothly for me until the little house filled with zombies. It was wide open, and had a whole strobe light thing going on. One was waiting around the corner of the entrance door and spooked the group with a lunge. Everyone, including me, scattered. Everyone took off, zig zagging through the would-be zombies, through the large barn-like structure, until people found the way out. My luck started to run out around here. I found the door and escaped. I was alone. I had figured everyone else had gone on ahead. I took a moment to lean against the outside of the house/barn/thing and hold myself, placing my hand between my legs and holding my legs together long enough to take the edge off, and continued on down the trail. I would later find out, as my luck would have it, that I was actually the FIRST out. And not only that, after I had gone off down the trail, everyone else would get out and proceed to head in the wrong direction. The lot of em had to be redirected back onto the trail by a supervisor and the like. I mean...I went in the direction that had a torch on a tree. I thought it was obvious, myself. Now all of a sudden, I was target number 1. There was actors dressed as ghouls constantly lurking about, being creepy, saying creepy shit, or jumpscaring me. Some of them were really creative, and I loved the costumes, gotta give em props. I tried to play it cool, waving to them and being like "Hi, hows life?", and just being chill, even though I very obviously wasn't chill, given the fast walk I had going. My first minor leakage came at the hands of a guy who was hanging. I don't know how he was alive, or how the engineered it, but the guy hanging from the noose was a living dude. He was legit hanging. Maybe invisible wires or something. Anyway I assumed he was a prop for obvious reasons, and of course he lunged and yelled. I let out a tiny shriek, and felt myself dribble into my underwear. I ran off cursing under my breath. Eventually I came to another house, larger than the last one. It looked incredibly dark inside. I knew that was probably the gimmick, and walked in. I discovered it was very narrow with winding hallways, in what was basically pitch black darkness. My shaking legs carrying me and my aching bladder, I soldiered on. About a minute in I heard a voice behind me. "Hello? Is anybody there?" She called out a few names I didn't recognize, but I called out anyway. I waited for this girl to catch up, and she latched onto my arm and told me she lost her friends and was gonna tag along with me. I replied that I was grateful for the company, and I continued on with this girl on my arm. Making nervous and frightened small talk, we continued our way through the winding pitch black maze. Things were going well until a hand came out of a hole in the wall and grabbed my other arm. I let out a sharp noise I can't really describe, and the other girl shrieked as well, I had assumed in reaction to me. It was simultaneous to the noise I made that I realized I was spurting into my pants. I yanked my hand away from the wall presence and shoved it between my legs, quickly feeling my pee leaving my bladder, saturating my pants and beginning to tickle my inner thighs. I panted, with each pant accentuated with a small alarmed moan, I clenched just about every muscle in my lower body to regain control. The girl, who in the dark has no idea what was happening, questioned if I was alright as I quickly checked relevant areas for dampness, trying to assess how visible any damage might be. I didn't think it was too bad, the pants being dark and all, and horror trails tending to lack in the light department. My nether regions were certainly damp and I no doubt had a wet patch, but I clenched quickly enough to cease a dangerous spread. I reassured the girl and we continued. At some point I unzipped my hoodie, as the air in the structure was fairly heavy. Eventually, I could see the glow of an exit, and became excited. The trail wasn't over, but at least I'd be able to see again. We crept up the incline leading to it, and I exclaimed "Its a good thing to be finally free eh?" to which my companion replied "Boy, it sure is!" I will never forget the next moment for the rest of my life. Something in the way she said that was almost mocking, and I turned to face her, who was still clinging onto my arm and had her head on my shoulder. My escort, who I had presumed to be one of the three other girls who wasn't part of my friend group, was wearing a tattered white, almost hospitalish gown, and in addition to appearing to be rotted, also appeared to be missing part of her jaw. This really wasn't the time to get an eyeful of the amazing makeup work done at such close proximity. I think I stood there for a moment with my eyes and face just widening in absolute realization and comprehending terror. I assume she had been near the house and seen I was alone. I gotta give it to the crafty bitch, that was one of the most clever things I've ever seen, and I've never screamed so loud in my entire life. I sprinted up, barreling out of the exit door. I tripped, scrambled to my feet, and has my luck would have it, on my way upright I went face first into another chick. Also rotted looking. Wielding a now revving chainsaw. I could hear my evil escort from earlier cackling like mad as a I fell back onto the ground, staring at the chainsaw wielding nurse. I think it was a nurse. Don't quote me on that. I screamed again as she darted forward with the chainsaw which more than likely had no chain on it, holding it above me. I was screaming, and I then realized, also wetting my pants. I have no idea when it started, probably somewhere around my stumble out of the house, or even my initial scream. All I knew was, I was suddenly wet, and there was a vibrating hiss accompanied by a spreading warmth. Chainsaw lady looked to the sky, laughing and waving the saw around as I attempted to grab myself, pushing my hand and pants into my crotch, resulting in a loud PSSSSSHHHHHH. I could feel my ass becoming absolutely soaked, and I could see the puddle forming underneath me when I looked down. I realized Saw Girl wasn't looking, and I shot up and took off like a dart, deftly kicking my foot back over my puddle, hopefully covering it. I sure wasn't sticking around to find out. I ran, and ran around the corner of the trail, spurts of urine shooting out every step. I went off the trail the moment I knew I was out of the sight of ghouls which was pretty quick. In the relative darkness I leaned against a tree, on the opposite side of said tree where I wouldn't be seen from the trail. My bladder was panging, as if to say "No" is not an option right now. I could feel my control slipping again, but I couldn't let that happen! This wasn't really a situation or attire I could afford a full on accident. I shoved my hands down there again and started frantically crossing my legs, uncrossing, bouncing, moaning and gasping, you name it. I had to get my pants down or something, but as I pulled one hand out and tried to unhook my button, I started peeing my pants again. The hissing returned, and as much as I struggled and whined and frantically tried and failed to open my fly after unhooking the button, it started streaming down my legs. My ass was becoming soaked, and I could feel the warm trails flowing on my previously relatively untouched legs, dripping onto the autumn leaves underneath me. I moaned loudly as the stream intensified, leaving no part of the backside of my pants, from the cuffs of my legs to the seam of my ass unsoaked. I tried so hard to stop the flow, finally getting my pants completely undone I shoved a hand into my panties to try and block my pee-hole. Didn't work out too well...When I leaned over from the strain of the stream and the effort of trying to stop it, the position of my hand redirected the flow frontwards, and now the front of my jeans were becoming even darker than their natural dark blue color; the resounding pssssh of my pee soaking the front of my legs and knees echoing through the forest with the sounds of distant screams. I whined, strained, moaned, criss crossed, my usual dance. But even I knew it was over, as my last move ensured no part of me was getting away unsoaked by the shame of my failing bladder. My stream slowed to a crawl as my bladder finished emptying. I was in a bit of a pickle now. I finished the trail with a few more screams, staying as far away from light sources as I could. My pants were dark enough that you probably couldn't tell the difference if I wasn't next to a torch or light....But given they were certainly over-saturated, even the faintest source of light might have caught a glisten, being drenched and all. I sure hope not. When I finished the trail, I was informed I was the first out of my group out due to a wrong turn made by others, and that's when it hit me I had a slight chance to make it out unscathed. I rushed to the parking lot using the same tactics as in the trail, avoiding light like I was a vampire in Florida. The only time I went directly into the light was to rush straight to the car. I had the key, so I managed to pop the trunk and grab my overnight bag. I also grabbed a plastic bag and took off into a porta-potty. I quickly changed out of my pants, panties, and socks, and through on a pair of white undies and a pair of sweats. To seem less suspicious, I also changed from my tank top into a jammie T-shirt I wear. I tossed the wet stuff in a plastic bag, and then the plastic bag into my overnight bag. I then proceeded to wait by the car. Eventually they came back, laughing and giggling, getting the jitters out. Kate immediately noticed my change in attire and yelled "Oi (INSERT MY NAME HERE), you piss your fucking pants?", laughing and obviously joking around, which got an equally jokey reply in "Nah man, those jeans make my ass look fucking fantastic and all, but too tight and I wanna hit up the comfort game early. Look at the goddamn indent from the button!" I accentuated this by lifting my shirt to show the crater where the button had been digging into my tummy. Continually laughing and carrying on, we went back to Tanya's place and marathon-ed classic horror movies for the night (Return of the Living Dead is a classic for me.) As always I hope you enjoyed my tale! Feel free to comment, shoot your thoughts my way, or fire a message at me. Love you all, have a lovely Halloween!~ <3
  13. I can't believe this happened to me... On the way home from work, I had to stop at the grocery store to pick up some stuff to go with the roast for dinner. I got carrots and potatoes, but couldn't find the seasoning I needed at first, because I don't usually shop at that store. As I paced the aisles looking for it, I realized I had forgotten to hit the ladies' room before I left work. Really had to pee, too. I wasn't about to use the restroom at the store, though, ewww. In the seasoning aisle, a man stopped me and asked me to help him find the McCormick brand garlic powder. Being the nice person I am, I found it for him, but he started complaining that it wasn't on sale (only some of the McCormick seasonings were). Even though I really needed to go, I was pleasant "Isn't that the way it goes...the one thing you need isn't on sale", etc. before running off. I finally found the seasoning I needed, and went to the registers. Line, line, line, line, self-checkout, yay! I started hurriedly scanning my things with my legs crossed tight. My bladder was cramping off and on, but I thought I'd still be good til I got home. I started putting the money in, and just happened to look up. There, in the distance, a sign reading "RESTROOMS", and I had a Pavlov type of reaction; another cramp from my bladder, but it was stronger, and I couldn't fight it. A big gush of piss escaped, and soaked my ass and halfway down the backs and insides my thighs before I managed to stop. Nothing else I could do besides finish putting the money in, take my change, food, and receipt, leave, and hope no one was looking at me; making an ass out of myself is not part of my watersports fetish. I think I got away unnoticed. If anyone did notice my pissy pants, they didn't say anything, so I guess I got lucky.
  14. Found on VK. Enjoy Liesje GPS code [720p].mp4
  15. Babe Goes To A Concert

    Hey there, it's been a while since I posted anything on Omorashi. I don't think much of the fetish as I only get horny over needing to pee. I still watch typical porn and jerk off just the same. I do like looking at desperate content on here though, I've always been into quite kinky subtopics. I dated Etuhanlo for a couple months a year and a half ago, a user on here too. I am also bi-sexual, which is included in this story. Hope you guys find it interesting! <3 It was a typical Friday night for me. I worked all morning and drank coffees all day, I was too busy walking around to pee. I met up with two girls at a liquor store, and we bought a ton of wine. One of the girls was a friend I liked hooking up with on weekends. We never went all the way but we would always make-out like crazy. We get to her place to pre-drink for a concert. We ended up just pre-drinking on the way to the concert. It was a thirty-minute walk over to get there. By the time we get there, the music is about to play. We hand in our tickets and get stamped. I already need to pee, but enjoying holding it because I'm drinking and feeling turned on. This girl and I, we just started kissing and flirting in the corner. She told me she really had to pee, so we tried to move to get to the washrooms. A group of guys then push us aside and all I hear her say is "Ahh, I peed a little, fuck. It felt so good!" I just started laughing, thinking about her jeans and how I need to pee so much too. She drags me in the washroom, and I tell her that I'm going first since she peed a little anyway (as a joke). She grabs my waist and kisses me without saying a word. We ended up just making out with me on the bathroom sink, and the whole time I really needed to go. Since she wouldn't let me go pee, literally fingering me, I ended up having the best orgasm ever. We finished making out and I told her I couldn't hold it anymore so I peed in the sink. Thank god they were deep enough so I could at least pee slowly and not make a mess. While I was peeing, she locked the bathroom door and made sure no one would walk in. I pulled my jeans back up and we let without getting caught. The End. xo
  16. female How It All Began

    Hi all, Ive posted these on another board but have been hanging round here a bit lately and thought I would post them for you to enjoy. Theres five parts to this so I will post gradually, Im yet to write the 6th and final chapter so maybe someone here will inspire me to! How It Began - Lisa Part 1 People often say there is a link formed early in childhood that associates an act with a sexual desire, particularly when it comes to wetting. This is my story of how it all began for me. Lisa was a cousin that I'd spent a lot of time with growing up over the years, generally in the school holidays when she would come to stay with us or I would go to stay with her. We had always got along well and this occasion was not different. Lisa and I were of a similar age and were both in middle school, although lived quite far apart so did not get to see each other apart from in the holidays. It was a hot summers day and we were playing on our bikes in my back yard, as she had come to stay for the week. We were pretending we were police and racing around on our bikes. We'd been outside for a couple of hours and had been sipping on drink bottles all afternoon to rehydrate in the hot sun. It was Lisa's turn to be the police officer and she was chasing me around on her bike. I went around a corner and pretended to crash my bike taking the corner too fast. I pushed my bike over on the concrete and fell to the ground and closed my eyes. I lay there still with my eyes closed pretending I had been hurt. Lisa raced up behind me and threw her bike down. She stood there and started to shake me, saying "James, wake up, wake up!". I peeked through one eye and saw her squatting beside me with her flowery blue skirt held up by her knees and her plain white panties visible from my direction. Being young I hadnt seen up a girls skirt before and was perplexed by this new sight, so continued to lie there pretending I was hurt. Lisa then stood up and shoved her hand between her legs, saying "please James, please wake up!". "Please James, Im busting to pee!". Still peeking through one eye I saw her bob up and down a few times in desperation still with her hand between her legs. It was only a matter of moments and I heard a splashing on the ground. Immediately I opened my eyes and saw it was coming from under her skirt, she was peeing through her knickers! I couldnt believe my eyes and she just looked down sheepishly at me as the pee continued to run down her legs and splash onto the concrete, a puddle growing steadily around her feet. Im not sure how long she stood there for as her bladder emptied but it seemed like an eternity. She had let her knee length skirt go now and just stood there with her legs fairly close together as the pee cascaded from beneath. There was a small wet streak down the front of her skirt where her hand had been before she'd pulled it away, but it was not too noticeable. "Im sorry", she said as the stream of pee lessened to a few droplets, the embarrassment clear on her face. "I'd been busting for ages and didnt want to say anything". I just said, "it's ok, make sure you tell me next time!". I suggested we go back to the house and she said "but I don't want your mum to see". I said I wouldnt tell anyone what had happened, but she would need to find something to change into. We rode back up to the house and went inside to my bedroom, leaving the puddle on the concrete to dry in the sun. We got back to my room without anyone suspecting a thing and Lisa closed the door. "What am I going to do?" she said, holding her skirt up in front of me and exposing her wet panties, a few drops of pee still evident on her thighs. I just stared in amazement, having not seen a girl of that age in her underwear before, particularly not soaking wet! I gathered myself together and said "do you have any spare knickers?" She said they were still in the car in her suitcase. We decided she should take them off and wash them in the bathroom then leave them in the sun to dry. She pulled them off and a couple more drips fell from beneath her skirt. We both giggled repeatedly about the situation and her lack of knickers under her dress. We sat on the floor and played board games for a while so they could dry. I asked Lisa if this had happened before and she said once or twice but kind of brushed it off. She made me swear to keep this our secret and not tell anyone else, to which I agreed. While there was nothing obviously sexual about this experience I believe this is where the link with wetting started to form in my mind. My experiences with Lisa weren't to end here but I will share more of them at a later time. How It Began - Lisa Part 2 It had been a while since I'd seen Lisa last and was excited she was coming to stay at my grandparents house with me for a couple of days. She pulled up to the house and her mum got out and went inside. Lisa had grown a lot in the few months since I'd seen her, her long blonde hair was past her shoulders and she had gained a nice set of breasts as well as being a few inches taller. She had on a black cotton dress that came down to a few inches above her knees. She was realling starting to turn into quite an attractive young lady. After the car had been unpacked we went off to escape from the parents. My grandparents house was amazing, a big country style house with three storeys and expansive gardens and farmland surrounding the house. Last time we had been there we had built a hut in some bushes near the back of the property, so went off to see if it was still there. The hut was there just as we had left it, tucked inside the bushes and invisible from the house. We went inside and Lisa said in a quiet voice, "Guess what, I've got a secret to tell you". "What is it?", I said eagerly, having no idea what she was talking about. She replied, "I had an accident on the way here". "What do you mean?" I said, not quite understanding what she was getting at. "Come with me", she said and grabbed my hand and led me off to their car which was parked not far away. She opened the back door and put her hand on the seat. "Feel it", she said. I put my hand on the seat and felt the dampness in the seat. "No way", I said, "you didnt, did you?..." "I couldn't help it", she replied, "It takes three hours to get here and I had two bottles of water. I told mum I needed to find a toilet but she told me to hold on as we were only half an hour away. I was really busting and I leaked on the seat". "Leaked? Thats more than a leak!" "Yeah a few drops came out at first but I couldnt hold it and after a minute I wet my pants". I couldnt believe what I was hearing and felt a strange excitement about what she had just said. I remembered back to what had happened at my place a few months back and the puddle forming under Lisa's skirt as we played in the back yard. "Does your mum know?", I asked inquisitively as she shut the door and we began wandering back to the hut. I still could not quite believe what she had done. "No I didnt say anything and she didnt notice. I pulled my dress out from underneath me so it didnt get wet". I looked at the rear of her dress and sure enough you couldnt tell. "I don't believe you did that" I said as we went inside the hut. What happened next was a complete shock to me. She grabbed my hand and said "Here, feel" and guided my hand under her short dress and rested it on her wet panties. I felt the dampness immediately and felt the warmth of her pussy through the fabric. My hand lingered there a couple of seconds, not really sure of what had just happened, or what to do in this situation. I'd never seen a grown girls private parts properly and had certainly never touched any. Lisa had never been shy but this was completely unexpected. Lisa giggled as I said "you're so naughty!", to which she replied "well I couldn't help it, I had too much to drink and I'd been stuck in the car for ages, I was soo bursting. I drank so much water I almost need to go again!" She then pulled up her dress and looked down to inspect the damage, just as she had done the previous time at my house. I couldn't help but feel excited by this, a strange sensation tingling down below in my pants as I stared at her light blue panties which had a visible damp patch at the bottom of them. She turned around still holding her dress to try and inspect the back of her underwear which was completely damp and a darker blue. I dont know where it came from but a strange idea suddenly entered my head. "I dare you to do it again", I blurted, wondering how she would react to my challenge". "What, wet my knickers right here?" she said, still holding her skirt up exposing her damp underwear. "Yeah, noone will know", I replied, half expecting she would tell me there was no way. "But I have to wear them the rest of the day, they're almost dry now", she said. "I do have to pee though". "Then pee, noone can see in here", I reasoned with her. She let her dress go and stood there contemplating my challenge. She then bent over, sliding her damp blue panties down her legs, removing them and putting them on a nearby tree branch. She spread her legs wide apart and pulled her dress up slightly, not quite enough to give me a view of her pussy but enough to make sure the dress wouldnt get wet. She stood up straight and waited a few seconds, nothing came out. My eyes were glued to her at this point. "Im bursting but I can't pee", she said as she stood there and concentrated. A few seconds later I heard a hissing sound followed by a pattering on the dry dirt below. She was peeing right in front of me! "It's running down my legs" she cried as she relaxed and let it flow, at which we both giggled. She clutched tightly at her dress and lifted it a bit higher. I got my first glimpse of her pussy as pee shot out of it, spurting in different directions and hitting her thighs, droplets running down her legs onto the now wet dirt below. I was mesmerized. I dont think she meant to expose herself to me but she had no option if she wanted to keep her dress dry. The flow drew to a few drips and then stopped as she grabbed her underwear from the tree branch and used it to wipe up the excess moisture from her thighs and legs. "How was that?", she inquired with a big grin on her face, a large wet circle on the dirt below her. "Amazing", I said, unsure how else to put it into words. "James, Lisa, dinner time!" a voice called from the house in the distance. She hurriedly put her underwear back on, again giving me another glimpse of her pussy. We walked back towards the house without saying a word, knowing we had done something we shouldn't have but both with grins on our faces about our little secret. "What have you two been up to?" my grandmother inquired as we sat down at the table. "Nothing," I said, "just seeing if the hut was still there". Lisa and I smiled at each other across the table. More to come!
  17. AuthorFaust: Faust realizes this is a few days late....but, Faust wishes to celebrate his relief at not-getting-evicted by having a [Temporary] sort of Interactive Story.....But, in a change of pace..... Your character is not to be decided by the arbitrary vote, and many different minds... But, it is You! Yes, YOU, the readers! This is an <admittedly, experimental> kind of interactive, that combines with some traces of 'Magic Anon' as they consider it. Combining a bit of every interactive, plus everyone's decisions... To make a story for the holidays! <Or at least, for October> So, without further ado.....Faust will give out the rules! =========================================================================================================================================== Faust's OcTOURBer Interactive! [In this Story, the day will pass like a regular interactive story. However, unlike normal stories.... This doesn't resolve on a majority vote, but rather... This is going to be a medley of different events occurring over the course of a day! The readers are considered in this story to be physically involved with the events. This means you can directly influence events. Be it through blocking bathrooms, spiking drinks, or if you're lucky, even directly pressing on bladders of unfortunate playthings! But, most importantly, one will be expected to ask questions to the characters! Every Three to Five questions, you will acquire an [Event Point], and with enough event points, you can perform certain things. Some questions are worth multiple points. Which ones? You'll have to find out.... [A List of Events include, but are not limited to...] 1. There is a Long Bathroom Queue 2. The bathrooms are flooded 3. A drink is spiked with a diuretic 4. Has a brief bout of Lust that <Might> Need to be sated before they can continue. 5. Has a sudden rise in desperation 6. Needs a change of underwear. Rules: <Failure to follow will lead to either a premature end to your response, or denial of EP> 1. Keep inappropriate touching to a minimum. [The Word of the day is Consent. Ask before you touch, please.] 2. Violence is a No-No. [Playful shoulder-thumps, or other forms of affection are okay] 3. Be Patient. [Faust Aims to update this at least once every 3 days. More updates may occur, if topic is successful] 4. Control Yourself. [Try to not be Too Open with your desires towards the cast. They may not appreciate knowing how much you.... 'Enjoy' their antics.] 5. Be Tolerant. [Do not admonish others for their own selections, or downvote because of a kink you may not like. This is for everyone, after all.] 6. The Author may add more rules as necessary. He hopes that isn't the case. [To Minimize trouble, The Author Recommends you try to follow no more than 3 people at a time. per segment] To wit: A commentor can ask any questions to their person of choice. [Every Commentor has been gifted [x1 Aqua Droplet.] (Stir a target's bladder slightly.) You may use it as you see fit, or hold it for later.] (It would take approximately 6-8 of these to pop a girl's bladder] [Character List: <Individuals one may choose to interact with for their session. Can change at any time, by merely indicating.> Faustus Necromonium: Male Lead of most of the stories, with short, dark green hair and a slender physique. Fauxstus Necromina: Female version of Faust. Shapely, with long dark green Hair. Authoria Faust: The Author of the story. Grumpy Mage, with brown-ish hair, features obscured by a cloak. Daichi: One of Faust's friends. Tries really hard to not lose in magic. Wiry brown haired boy Ellie: Perky, if petite lime-green haired girl, with a lewd side. Yuno: Shapely pinkette, who is close friends with Faust. 'Penny': Supernatural Hunter Supreme with red hair, and a tomboyish outfit. Part-time Tease, Part time Perv. Youmu: Petite silverette, with a feeble, tiny bladder. Monaca: Sadistic loli with dark green hair. Juuni: Faust's petite, purple haired 'Sister'. [Actually Cousin]. Has a bad habit of getting in over her head.... Wynn: Modestly endowed girl, with dark green hair, and a bit of a prudish attitude...hiding a lightly-lewd side. Saiga: Crimson haired girl who's good with her hands, and Not into Omo. Creator of OMORA OMORA: Robot-girl, with shoulder-length blue hair. Eoria: Modestly endowed girl with silver hair, and a bit of a out-there attitude. Has a tendency to make lewd decisions.. Flandmir: Blonde, petite Half-Vampiress Saril: Goddess of Lust, and Desire. Flonne: Petite blonde Angel of Saril, Encourages lewd, and actively enjoys her job. Etna: Petite red headed Angel of Saril. Encourages Mischief, and actively shirks on her duties. [Others may be called in upon request]* *Guest characters, such as Rainyday Characters, or user-submitted characters are not to be involved, without the submitter/creator's explicit permission. ======================================================================================================================= The starry night was slowly giving way to the morning Sun, the dawn breaking through the silence of the night. The camera pans over a myriad of houses, many different figures all nestled up in their beds...Slowly..Surely... Eventually to be ready to tackle their morning routines. From the early risers, such as the crimson haired Saiga.....To the drowsy dozers, such as the lime-green haired Ellie....To the never-went-to-sleep blonde vampiress Flandmir....To the still comatose Faust, thrashing about his bed in futile defiance.... Yet, as the world panned.... Something about it shimmered with a sort of light, an extra figure patrolling around the space quietly.....A grumpy look on his face, as he glanced towards the sky.... A familiar Goddess, and her two angels fluttering about as they sought after their own targets...Aiming to incite a bit of intrigue into the day..A bit of interest, to what could end up a very dreary day..... In this moment, you are like a spirit... To influence ideas, proposition questions, and otherwise spice up the day. You are not tangible as of yet, but that doesn't mean you are powerless..... ========================================================================================================================================== [At this Point, Commenters may....] 1. Incite a lightly lewd dream. 2. Ask a character questions. 3. Use their Aqua Droplet. 4. Ogle the characters in their sleepweaer. 5. Compliment a character. ============================================================================================================================================ AuthorFaust: And with that, the proverbial floodgates are open! Ask questions to your favorite characters! Declare undying adoration for them! Peek at their panties as they change into normal attire...What have you! Faust will try to update this story as frequently as he can.....Though important time shifts will occur Every 3-5 days. So, get your questions and such in before then. Faust will keep track of the points every commenter earns, and will provide a list of purchasable events when people have some EP. Until then, Happy October everyone!
  18. This is an incident i witneessed some years ago, when i was in college. It was early in june and i had just gotten back to my home town for summer holiday. I was at a shopping center, where i had been having a coffee with one of my friends. Now i was going for a round doing some purchases. But first, i went to the toilet, as per orders from my body. At this time there was toilets located in three spots at the shopping centre:A unisex and HC toilet at the first floor, male and female toilets inside a cafe in the 2nd floor, and a single HC/unisex toilet at the 2nd floor.I went for the double unisex/HC toilet at the first floor, as it was the closest one. Which turned out beeing a very good choice. As soon as i got there i spotted i girl i knew from before: Her name was Bente. I think she was around 20 years old at this point. She stood at the end of the line for the toilet. There was 6-7 people in front of her. She is an ex-girlfriend of one of my friends. The first thing i noticed was that Bente stood with her legs very tightly crossed. She was leaning her upper body slightly forward and holding a hand between her thighs. I greeted her. She replied with a single "Hi". Her face looked very uncomfortable. And her body seemed very strained. She stood completely stiff with her legs tightly crossed. One hand between her thighs and the other one she held on the side of her hip. I think she was also biting her lip. It didn't take many moments before i realized that she was really desperate for the toilet. There was a gap in the line in front of her. Just like the line had moved forward, but Bente had stayed in the same spot. She glanced towards the two toilet doors. I tried starting a conversation with her. But her replies was short. She wasn't very talkative. She looked anxious. Soon she sighed and squeezed her legs harder together. She got a frantic look in her face for a few seconds. A pee-pee urge must have hit her. She wasn't pee-pee dancing at all, she just stood completely stiff. She glanced down on her thighs for a moment, and her face filled with fear. Then she glanced towards the toilet doors again. Soon one of the toilet doors opened and a person came out. The line moved forward. Bente sighed again, as she once again squeezed her thighs hard together. Shortly after, Bente moved a few steps forward, to close the gap in the line. Maybe she did it to ensure no-one came and took her spot in the line. Or maybe she did it because she was so desperate that she had to move a bit. Her steps was quick and strained. She positioned herself with her back leant against the wall. Then she crossed her legs very tight in a quick move. I got a short glimpse of her crotch. There was no signs of wetness. Or at least not yet... It didn't take long before Bente started looking more anxious again. She squeezed her legs harder together. Then she leaned a little forward and slid her hand in-between her thighs again. For the next 2-3 minutes Bente looked more and more anxious. She squeezed her thighs harder together several times. She sighed a few times and looked generally very nervous about not being able to hold it. Then, after 2-3 minutes her behaviour changed: She sighed again, as she once again squeezed her thighs harder together. Then she moved the hand she had between her thighs further up. She was almost holding her crotch now. And her facial expression changed into panic. I think she must have realized that the line was too long for her in this situation. She wouldn't be able to hold it. She would pee herself on the spot any moment, if she stayed here any longer. After not more than half a minute in this condition i heard her say "Nei!" / "No!" silently to herself. Then she went away. She was walking fast. Her moves looked very stiff. I saw rush up the escalator nearby. She must have been heading for the toilets upstairs, at the 2nd floor. The closest one would be those inside the cafe. As i stood there in the line i wondered how it had ended. Had she been able to reach the toilet in time? Or had she started leaking before she got there? Or maybe there was a line upstairs too? I really wanted to know. It wasn't very far to the closest toilet. It was up the escalator, then around 30 meters. And at the toilet inside the cafe there was less likely to be a line, i concluded. At this point i believeed that i was never going to find out. After my toilet break i went into a shop nearby. I had the escalator in view, so i kept half an eye in that direction while looking for the items i was going to buy. Just in case i would get another glimpse of Bente. And after some minutes i spotted her again. She was halfway down the escalator when i saw her. And what i saw answered all my questions: Her jeans was wet. She had peed herself. And not just a little bit. She had had a quite big accident, i would say. She was wet from her crotch and all the way down to her shoes. The wetness covered parts of the front of her thighs and legs. Equal amounts of pee seemed to have flowed down each of her legs. But still, the huge pee stain was quite assymetrical and chaotic: She was wet on the inside of her legs all the way down. She had a huge wet patch around her crotch. And she had several wet streaks running to the sides of her thighs and legs. With several small streaks and patches scattered around. It really looked like she had peed herself while walking, judging from the shape of the wetness with all the streaks running in different directions. Or alternatively, peeing uncontrollably while desperately trying to pull down her jeans, leading to the streaks and stray patches. I couldn't resist looking at her from inside the shop as she came down. At the first floor, at the bottom of the escalator two other girls was waiting for her. I recognized them too, from the time when Bente was together with one of my mates. Maybe they had been waiting for her there all the time? I hadn't noticed them when i passed the area... As she met them i got a glimpse of her back: She was very wet on the backside of her thighs and a bit up her bum. She wad wet streaks running down her legs, below her knees. And a lot of smaller patches scattered around her bum all the way up to her waist. She had peed herself big time. The three girls stood there chatting for a minute or so. Bente looked quite embarrassed, standing there with pee-soaked jeans in public. The wetness was quite visible, even though she was wearing dark blue jeans. After a around a minute the three girls went in the direction of the exit.
  19. I've written down all the omorashi/pee experiences and witnesses I can remember in my life. My memory's fuzzy, but if you have questions about a specific story, please ask. Male / Peeing One of the only memories I have of my first school is a friend I had there. I don't know how I met him, but on the playground he would often drink from one of those water dispensers/sinks on the wall where you put your mouth under the opening. Then he'd ask me to follow him to a secluded area of the playground where he'd pull his thing out and pee for five seconds - down a drain or in the flower bed. Then he'd go back and repeat the process until he couldn't go anymore and asked me to see him again tomorrow. I don't think he (or I) understood that water doesn't go through your body immediately. Female / Wetting Then, in another school (we were about 10), we were sat down on those plastic chairs with the dips in them. I think we were watching a children's cartoon or something, and a blonde-haired girl asked if she could go to the toilet, however someone else was already in there. It took about a minute for them to finish, and she walked out clenching the lower part of her butt through her long skirt - but it was long enough that there was actually a small pool of urine in her seat. The teachers weren't the only ones who noticed this. Male / Peeing The same school had its own swimming pool - with changing rooms of course, but there weren't any cubicles. Instead, everyone of the same gender had to change in front of each other in a large room, and there were no locks on the doors. We were less than 13 years old, but I wonder how ethical this actually is. One lesson, when most of us had stripped nude and were rummaging through our kits for our trunks, one kid turned to face the drain in the middle, pointed his dick and started peeing into it. The teacher guarding the door (who didn't change) was like "no no no!" and walked over to him. His stream slowed to a halt in a second, and they pulled him out, still naked, to the single toilet in the actual pool area. Stopping mid-stream is hard though, and with his age, I wouldn't be surprised if he leaked or peed along the way. And if he hadn't stopped peeing, how would they stop him anyway? Male / Desperation So, in yet another school (hopefully the last), I got into a habit of holding my pee the whole day - both because of this fetish and for the sake of convenience, since most people had to be escorted to the bathrooms by staff (it's a special needs school) and they were usually a mess anyway. I'd recently got a new uniform and the trousers were particularly tight, which made holding it painful. Whenever I held, I'd cross my legs - not just because it feels better, but to see if anyone would notice - nobody did. There wasn't even an urge to pee anymore - just a pain like my bladder would split if there was any more pressure. I picked up the courage to ask to go to the bathroom during class and was given the thumbs up. I walked through the hall slowly, trying not to make my clothes dig in any further, made it to the boys' and into a stall, pulled everything down, and sat. Nothing happened for a few seconds and I began to worry, before it started trickling out slowly, becoming a bigger stream as I felt like doing an exaggerated sigh of relief for effect. I came out a minute or so later, and decided to explain what happened to the staff member who'd stood in front of the door while I went. They told my parents (they asked but I knew they'd do it anyway) - who weren't very happy that I held it in school. But telling them was a good idea - I actually couldn't feel my bladder for weeks after that, but they said that it was normal if you held for too long. Female / Wetting I have told this story before, but one day in the same class, my ex-girlfriend asked to use the bathroom. The teacher denied her, presumably until the PowerPoint presentation was over. She was a little distraught, but remained mostly calm before asking again 5 minutes later, to which the teacher said yes. She walked out the door and through the hall towards the bathroom downstairs. She then came back a few minutes later accompanied by a teacher - and she (not the teacher) was soaked from the crotch area of her grey trousers. An annoyed look on her face, she grabbed her bags and left, and I didn't see her until tomorrow. I wonder what happened to make her have an accident so close to relief. Male / Desperation Being shy to ask, as well as having a bit of pride as the kid who wasn't often seen going to the bathroom (people took notice when a student used the bathroom often, so why not the opposite), backed me into a few more corners. This time, I managed to hold it until the art lesson. It was near the end of the day so I thought I'd be able to hold it until I got home. It got worse and this expectation became 'after the lesson,' then 'after the introduction...' I sat at the table and strained tensely to keep my sphinctor closed without holding myself. Another minute and I couldn't make sense of what the teacher was saying anymore. Everything was a blur and the only words in my mind was my bladder screaming at me to pee now. I gave in and panicked, looking around to remember if there was any nearby toilet I could run to without people thinking I was escaping the lesson. The only one was the young children's, which we were warned not to use because it was particularly dirty in there. I doubt that if I asked the member of staff standing at the door, that they'd let me go during an introduction. I asked anyway, and they did - thank god! We made our way to another building on the site and knocked on the door since only one person was allowed to occupy a bathroom at once. Someone responded. Oh please no. I retreated away from the door and stood there bouncing up and down - a bit embarassing, but they already knew my habit of holding it. After taking longer than it should take for someone to relieve themself, the person came out and I ran in for the left stall. It felt like everything was ready to come out as I approached the toilet... Blocked. As always happens, someone thought they'd get enjoyment out of putting loads of tissue in the loo so it'd flood the next time it automatically flushed. My body shuddered as I hopped out of the stall, then bent over between it and the next stall squeezing myself in my pants. If this one was blocked too, I didn't know what I'd do - I hadn't used a urinal before. Luckily, it wasn't, and I rushed my trousers and boxers down before sitting down and letting loose a desperate stream. I breathed heavily and hadn't even locked the stall in urgent panic - not like anyone would come in. The extent I went to follow dumb rules was dumb in itself.
  20. Does anyone know, there is a video on here already of a girl dancing and wetting, is this the same girl as in that video. This one is titled "Dancer wets her jeans again". She does some dancing and then goes to playing with herself a little as well. Warning: Video contains some nudity toward the end where she pulls her jeans down. Dancer Wets Her Jeans Again.mp4
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    ATOM-175 (Part 5 of 5) DIURETIC TICKLE TORTURE / AMATEUR DESPERATION & BIKINI WETTING *BRIEF CHANGING-ROOM NUDITY* Final clip of the 4-hour JAV. A woman takes the challenge of diuretics and water and is tickled on a sofa by 2 guys until she pees her bikini. In the full video the wetting is followed by explicit sex: that has been removed from these clips, so the only nudity is when each girl changes into the bikini she is given for the challenge. The wettings aren't huge in any of these clips, but of them all this is probably the best one.

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    As my post promised in that one thread, here it is, a smoking and wetting video from yours truly. Also shows my feet at various times if you're into that ;) Really needed to go, hated to waste it, so decided to throw on some light-colored jeans, light up a smoke, sit down in my No Way Out chair, and try to read the chapter I've been working on. There are only two omo scenes in it, but I only made it to the first one before I started pissing myself a little. I wanted to hold on longer, but Doody (my roommate) came home, so I had to just let go.

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    The next series of vids from http://omorashi.blog.jp/archives/ Starting from June 1 till June 12. Short clips of Japanese women wetting their panties (2-3 min) Different situations as usual, desperation followed by wettings, deliberate wettings, skirts, knickers, uniform, jeans wettings, masturbation; schoolgirls, nurses, ladies next door.... Some old ones, certainly some new ones as well...

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  24. On the mornings when Matty gets up early or he gets up to go to work I will either go into Alice's room and get into bed with her or she comes and gets in bed with me and we either snuggle and watch TV or go back to sleep depending what time it is. Yesterday morning I was roused by Matty getting out of bed and he apologised for waking me and said he was going to get a shower and was then heading out to run some errands. I kissed him before rolling over and snuggling under the duvet. As I came round I noticed that I really needed a wee. The previous night me and Alice had some holding fun and all the liquid I had drunk had filtered through and filled my bladder. I was too warm and cosy to get up and go pee and decided it wasn't too bad and went to go back to sleep. As I laid there I heard movement outside the door and I looked up and found Alice walking in. I threw the duvet open and she climbed into bed and snuggled up to me. She asked how long Matty had been in the shower. I told her about 5 minutes and she said okay. I asked why and she said she had gotten up because she needed a wee but then found the bathroom locked and realised it was Matty so came and got in bed with me. I nodded and said that I needed to pee too but I was too warm and cosy to go. She laughed and said “I was too, but I really needed a wee so had to get up”. I laughed and she said she would go when Matty finished and would come back. I nodded and rolled over and turned my music on and snuggled back under the duvet. We laid there listening to the music for a while and I just thought she was being quiet but I then realised she had fallen back asleep. Matty came back from his shower and got dressed and kissed me goodbye and after he left I snuggled into Alice and went back to sleep. I woke about an hour later and the first thing I noticed was how badly I needed a wee. I put my hand between my legs and squeezed my thighs together. I laid like that for a while enjoying the feeling of my full bladder and the feeling of my steadily increasing desperation. After about 20 minutes I was absolutely bursting and I knew if I didn't get up and go pee soon I would end up wetting the bed. I put it off a few more minutes but then I heard my sisters TV turn on in her room and I knew she would be getting up soon and getting ready for work. I decided it would be best to go before she got up and went for her shower. As I manoeuvred my arm from underneath Alice she stirred. I told her I was sorry and laid watching her as she came round from her sleep. She is always so cute when she wakes up. When she came round she said good morning and I noticed she was squirming. I said good morning back and swung my legs out over the bed and stood up. She asked where I was going and I told her I was going for a wee. She moaned and said “oh god hurry up I was just about to go”. I giggled and said “you do seem a bit squirmy”. She nodded and said “I was desperate earlier but then fell asleep, now im bursting so please be quick”. I laughed and headed over to the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and let go of my bursting bladder. It felt so nice as relief washed over me. The thought of Alice laid in bed squirming waiting for me to finish was turning me on so much. Eventually my bladder emptied and I got up and went over to the sink to wash my hands. As I came out of the bathroom my sister was coming out of her room. She smiled and said good morning and went past me into the bathroom. I smiled at the thought of Alice needing a wee but now having to wait. I went back into my room and climbed into bed. She was laid squirming and I leaned over and said “you look so sexy when you squirm”. She giggled and I leaned down and kissed her. We kissed for a moment before she broke away and jumped up and said “ill be back in a moment I need to go for a wee before I burst”. She did a cute little dance as if to emphasise her need before she headed to the door. I wanted to tell her that Casey was in the shower but I wanted her to find out for herself. She went across the landing and hit the bathroom door. When she found it locked she realised Casey was in there and grabbed her crotch and bobbed. She came back and said “oh god Casey's in the shower and I'm nearly wetting myself”. My eyes widened as I watched her dancing around in nothing but her sexy white knickers. She came and sat back on the bed and started bouncing. I just watched her bouncing in desperation and watching her boobies bounce. As I watched I found myself getting more and more turned on. Every few seconds she would make the sexy desperation noises like gasping and going “oooh” and sucking air through her teeth. Her hand was firmly jammed between her legs pressed against her pee hole and she was gently rubbing against it. About 5 minutes passed and she suddenly jumped up and walked over to the bathroom door. She knocked and said “CASEY!!!! please don't be long”. I heard a muffled reply and Alice said “okay....but any longer and i'm going to end up having an accident”. I melted with arousal as she said that, I love it when girls use the word “Accident” it always sounds so cute to me. She came back and stood at the bottom of the bed dancing and grabbing her crotch. Suddenly she let out a gasp and I asked what was wrong. She moved her hand and pulled her knickers tight. There was a wet patch on the front and she moaned “oh god im starting to wet myself”. She put her hand back and resumed her sexy dancing. She kept gasping and the wet patch got bigger and bigger. After she had dripped a few times the leaks started. With each leak she moaned and the wet patch got bigger and she droplets running down her thighs. I could only sit there staring at her as she slowly started losing control. Suddenly she moaned out and a spurt escaped past her fingers and shot down her legs. I followed it with my eyes as it ran all the way down to her feet. Then another followed and another. She was walking back and forth down the side of the bed in an attempt to keep control. All of a sudden she stopped and said “no no no no, I can't wait anymore, im going to burst”. I told her she could do it but she shook her head and said “Im trying but im almost weeing, its going start any second”. She stood on the spot for a moment bouncing and bobbing before moaning and saying “oh god its coming, im having an accident”. When she said that sentence my arousal took over me and my body took over. I reached over and grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed. I grabbed her leg and moved it over me so she was straddled across me. She continued her bouncing on top of me and I got so turned on. She tried to get up and I held her down. She moaned saying she was about to burst and told me to let her go. I shook my head and she said “but im about to wee, it will go all over you and the bed”. I smiled and nodded and said “yeah....thats exactly what I want”. Her eyes widened and I said “let it go baby”. She looked shocked but then a smile spread across her face. She continued bouncing for a moment and then suddenly my tummy and crotch felt warm. I looked down and saw pee pouring out of her knickers all over me. It felt so warm and wonderful and we both moaned, her in relief, me in arousal. She seemed to pee forever until eventually she stopped and let out a sigh. There was a huge puddle on the bed and I was covered in her sweet pee. I pulled her down and kissed her long and hard before rolling her over so she was laid in her puddle. I licked down her body tasting her pee on my tongue. The more I tasted the more turned on I got. I licked down to her knickers and ran my tongue up the soaked material. I licked her throbbing clit through the wet material until she was writhing in orgasmic pleasure. After her fun we got up and stripped the wet sheets off the bed and put them to wash. We then shared a nice long hot soapy shower together where we had some more fun, but I won't write about that...that's for your imagination. She certainly brightened up what was a boring Wednesday morning
  25. Hey guys, sorry to anyone that was still waiting for me to continue The Conduit, if anyone even remembers it. I've not been able to motivate myself to write lately, but I did dig this story up from my old hard drive. I wrote it a long time ago, so try not to be too harsh on it. When I read it again, it was even worse than I remembered, I even ended up removing the first chapter which was just my attempt at imitating the opening chapter of the first Harry Potter book. Anyway, I don't think this is anywhere near my best work, but maybe someone will enjoy it. It reads very similar to my other stories, meaning it contains desperation and wetting, oftentimes leading to humiliation and diapers. I hope you enjoy it. Hermione Granger and the Philosopher's Stone Hermione Jean Granger was as precocious as any 10 year old anywhere, perhaps even more so. More than once her primary school teacher sent letters home asking Mr. and Mrs. Granger to please have Hermione refrain from correcting the teacher during lessons, as it was becoming disruptive to the learning environment. Despite the letters, the school was thrilled to have Hermione as a student. She was exceptionally bright, working at several grade levels above her peers. Hermione; however, was quite disappointed with school. They praised her just because she could memorize the information from a book and repeat it on a test, it was so boring. Each year she hoped the classes might be more challenging and she might learn something new, but every year it was the same. Maybe secondary school will be better. Hermione thought to herself. She would be attending an all new school next fall, with all new students. Hopefully this time they'll actually care about learning. Hermione never had much luck in making friends, all the girls at school seemed so childish to Hermione. All they did was gossip and giggle about nonsense instead of trying to learn, and then they had the nerve to make fun of Hermione for being smart, honestly. One group of girls in particular had learned the hard way that Hermione would not take harassment laying down, not that the girls, nor the teachers, would ever even suspect Hermione had a hand in the events of that day. "Did your nose get stuck in another book Hermy? Do you need help?" The three girls had tracked Hermione down during lunch, not that she was hiding, she was sitting in her usual chair, in an open unused classroom, with her legs tucked beneath her, reading. "It's Hermione." Hermione didn't bother looking up from her book. "What's that? I can't hear you behind that book, Hermy." Miranda, the de facto leader of the girls bothering Hermione. "My name is Hermione." Hermione lowered her book to address the three foolish girls in front of her. "Oh my apologies, Her-MI-one. Miranda overemphasized Hermione's name as she gripped either side of her skirt and dipped into a mock curtsy. "It's just that you seem to be so busy reading that you haven't finished your lunch, I suppose I can do you a favor and drink your juice for you." All three girls laughed as Miranda swiped Hermione's unopened juice box and stalked away. "Oh no, please don't take my juice." Hermione muttered sarcastically to herself as the girls finally left her alone. Step one complete, She thought to herself. Sighing, Hermione closed her book, making a mental not of the page she left off on, and stood up. She stretched briefly before gathering her things and making her way back to the classroom. There were still 15 minutes left before lessons resumed, but Hermione was on a tight schedule. Hermione got to the door and peeked inside the classroom, empty. Every day at this time the teacher left the room under the pretense of making copies, but Hermione knew she was really just going for a smoke break in the girl's lavatory, prohibited by school rules. Unfortunately for the teacher, the girl's lavatory was scheduled for cleaning right now, Hermione was sure that would put Ms. Evans in a bit of a bad mood for the afternoon classes today, step two complete. Hermione gripped the handle on the door, locked of course. All the classroom doors in the school had automatic locks that prevented the doors from being opened from the outside without a key. Fortunately for Hermione, she had discovered the lock on her classroom was faulty. Hermione concentrated and jiggled the handle just right, and the door popped open with a 'click.' Stepping lightly inside, Hemione strode purposefully to the back corner of the room, she still had 12 minutes, more than enough time. In the corner of the room was a door that opened to reveal a small cubicle with a toilet against the wall. The school apparently didn't trust the girls to make it all the way (20 meters) down the hall to use the toilet. Hermione could understand for the younger kids, but Hermione couldn't understand why girl's her age wouldn't be able to even make it to the toilet on time...during the day. Then again, Hermione wasn't exactly surprised considering how childish her classmates acted, but Hermione didn't have time to reflect on the immature behaviors of her classmates. Adjacent to the lavatory door stood a wall of small lockers, each labeled with a different name. Locating the locker named 'Miranda', Hermione gripped the handle and just as before, the locked door popped open under Hermione's hand. Hermione reached past a couple larger packages before grabbing the object she desired. Unfolding the garment in her hands, Hermione examined it in the light of the darkened classroom. A pair of pink, extra thick panties, designed to be absorbent in the event of small accidents. Each girl in the class had their own locker with spare underwear, in the event of an accident during class the teacher would unlock their locker so they could change. Some girls needed to visit their locker rather often, not Hermione obviously, she was far to mature to wet herself in class. Barely less than a diaper really. Hermione thought to herself, feeling the thickness of Miranda's panties. But most importantly, Hermione looked at the back of the panties, MIRANDA was neatly stitched along the inner waistband. Closing the locker door, she turned back to the lavatory. Quickly stepping inside the cramped cubicle, Hermione wasted no time balling up the panties and carefully dropping them into the water of the toilet. She watched as they sank to the bottom of the bowl, once they had settled, Hermione carefully dropped pieces of toilet paper into the water, sufficiently hiding the panties, while still looking natural enough. Step three complete. Hermione let herself out of the toilet, closing the door behind her. It would be too suspicious if she was in the room when Ms. Evans returned, or even if Hermione was waiting out side. Peering around the classroom to ensure she had not left any evidence of her presence, Hermione walked back to the classroom door and slipped out, going as unnoticed as she had been going in. Careful to remain unnoticed, Hermione made her way back to her chair where she usually spent lunch times. The cafeteria was so noisy, and today it would no doubt smell like chili, Hermione preferred to spend her lunch periods reading, and sometimes planning, away from all the noise. Before long, the bell signaling the end of lunch sounded throughout the school. Not letting her excitement shine through her usual, indifferent face, Hermione made her way back to her classroom. This time, the door was already open, and the lights were on. Hermione sat at her desk in the very last row, the teacher had moved Hermione from the front row to try and stop her constant interruptions and corrections. Sitting where she was, Hermione had a perfect view of all the other students as well as the lavatory. Hermione, satisfied with her endeavors, relaxed back to watch her carefully laid plan take shape before her eyes. There were still some time before class started when Ms. Evans walked into the classroom, looking thoroughly put out from being denied her lunchtime cigarette. Ms. Evans was nothing if not habitual, a fact Hermione counted on, she went to smoke everyday at the same time in the same place. It just so happened that today was the day the janitor cleaned the lavatory during lunch. Despite this semi-regular occurrence, Ms. Evans never found a new location to smoke, causing her to be in a rather bad mood whenever this happened. Incidentally, it was often on these days when girls needed to visit their lockers for clean underwear. The combination of the lavatory being closed right after lunch, and Ms. Evans being grumpy enough to limit trips to the toilet, caused more than a few pairs of wet panties among the girls. Entering the room shortly after Ms. Evans were the three girls Hermione was really interested in right now. Miranda and her two flunkies took their seats a little ways in front of Hermione. From her position, Hermione could see that the girls on either side of Miranda, Casey and Cari, were sitting with their legs crossed beneath their desks, and Miranda was leaning forward slightly, while bouncing her knees. Today was the day that the school cafeteria served chili, Hermione had been monitoring the lunch menu quite closely for some time. The school chili was by no means spicy, but it was hot enough that the girls who bought the school lunch would be sure to have a few extra drinks to go with the meal. Hermione was observing two such girls sitting on either side of Miranda, both of whom still had their legs tightly crossed. Even for girls, such as Miranda, who prefer to bring lunch from home rather than buy the school lunch, could find themselves caught out in need of a toilet if they were to have more to drink than usual; say by taking someone else's juice, for example. It would be especially troublesome if said juice had been tampered with by someone with the knowledge, means and intent to exact revenge. Hermione had done her research, the pain medicine Hermione had taken from the medicine cabinet at home functioned as a diuretic, and incidentally it was also the reason why the patient's chair at her parent's dentist office was now coated in plastic. The medicine was meant to be used in oral surgery, when it was injected directly into the gums it was very effective as a local anesthetic. The only drawback is that this particular compound is water soluble, and once it made its way to the bladder to be expelled, the the anesthesia numbs the bladder somewhat, and combined with the increased urine production from the diuretic effects, the result is often small accidents due to numbness of the bladder. These effects are somewhat limited, and should not provide any serious problems, unless the medicine were to be swallowed orally, rather than injected, if it were to be dissolved in a water based drink of some sort, secretly injected into a juice box, for example. The medicine would dissolve in water present in the stomach, when that water enters the bloodstream, none of the cells absorb the water because of the unrecognized compound in it. Therefore, this unused water is passed along to the kidneys, and finally the bladder, in much greater quantities than the subject would be used to, not to mention the lack of feeling, and therefore control, that sets in soon after. As if on cue, Miranda stood up. She glanced only briefly at the clock hanging on the wall, before walking toward the back corner of the classroom, across from where Hermione was watching. There were still a couple of minutes before class officially started; Hermione watched as Miranda reluctantly entered the lavatory stall. Most of the girls tended to avoid the toilet in the classroom, they preferred to wait until after class when they could use the toilet in the hall. If you used the lavatory in the class, it was like telling the entire class that you couldn't wait anymore, or you couldn't make it to the other lavatory, of course this mentality often caused girls to overestimate their abilities and need to visit their locker. Today especially, with all the different factors Hermione had taken into account, she was expecting a lot of trips to the class lavatory, either that, or a lot of puddles on various seats. Hermione stared at the lavatory door, she did not fail to notice that she was not the only one, she could almost fancy that she could see Miranda inside. Finally away from everyone else's eyes, she was holding her crotch to help hold back her need to pee that had come on so suddenly. Hermione fancied she could almost hear what Miranda was thinking. Gross, who didn't flush the toilet? There was the sound of the toilet flushing, there was no way Hermione was imagining that, but the water didn't sound quite right, almost like it was struggling to drain away, but something was preventing it. Miranda was no doubt staring in horror at the rapidly filling bowl. No! No! No! This can't be happening. Miranda rapidly hit the plunger three more times. Don't be stupid. Hermione thought. That'll just make things worse. Miranda staggered back out of the lavatory quickly, being chased by a small wave of water that spread slightly past the lavatory door. Step four complete. "Ms. Evans!" Miranda called, making sure to stay clear of the puddle of water. "Something's wrong with the toilet." "Oh dear." The teacher quickly realized the situation when she started walking towards Miranda. "It must be stopped up again, I've told you girls to take care using this loo." "It wasn't me, Miss." Miranda insisted. "I only flushed it, I didn't even use it yet." "Well it doesn't rightly matter who did it." Ms. Evans walked over to the phone on her desk. "But we can't very well have class if we're slowly being flooded, now can we?" After a short conversation on the phone, and a shorter wait, a surly looking janitor stomped through the door. Dragging a cart complete with mop and other tools, the man moved straight to the lavatory without so much as acknowledging Ms. Evans. Grumbling to himself as he stepped into the now damp lavatory, the janitor set to work to stop the water that was still flowing out of the toilet. Making her way as close to the lavatory as she could without stepping into the puddle of water extending out from it, Ms. Evans spoke to the janitor. "Thank you for coming so quickly to help us..." There was no response from the man. "Uh, do you happen to know how long this will take?" "Can' say fer sure." The janitor spoke with a thick accent. "Outta be right quick once I can figure out what the problem is." Miranda, who was still standing near the lavatory, with her legs tightly crossed, asked Ms. Evans urgently. "Can I use the loo, please Miss? The one in the hall, since this one is broken." "Well-" Ms. Evans began, before being cut off by the gruff voice emanating from the lavatory. "No can do, lil' lady. 'M in the middle o' cleanin' it. Floor's still wet, so I locked it up nice n'tight." "Ohhh." Miranda groaned, squirming on the spot, both hands between her legs. "I guess you'll just have to try and wait until the gentleman fixes our lavatory then Miranda." Hermione watched in satisfaction as Miranda struggled to hold on, she was also pleased to note several other girls in the class who looked decidedly uncomfortable in their seats, there were two in particular that Hermione was concerned about. "Noooo!" Miranda cried out in desperation, she was completely still now, hunched over. For a few seconds, the only sound in the classroom was the muffled dripping of water coming from with in the lavatory; but then, all at once a new sound burst out from beneath Miranda's skirt. Psssshhhhhhhhhh the torrent of pee poured out as Miranda's tortured bladder finally gave up the fight for control. The front of Miranda's skirt was instantly soaked, as Miranda pressed desperately through her skirt, trying to stem the flow. It was no use, for what must have been almost a minute, pee continued to pour out of the young girl, as Miranda could only whimper, before the stream finally tapered off. All at once the class started laughing at Miranda's accident, the laughter caused several of the girls to cross their legs tighter, and one girl even put a hand between her legs. "Now now, girls." Ms. Evans addressed the class as the laughter died away. "If you laugh at someone else for having an accident, then everyone will laugh at you when you have one." Miranda was in shock, red-faced, she was still standing amidst the evidence of her accident. "Chin up there Miranda, it's not the end of the world. This is why we keep spare knickers here, and there should be an extra skirt you can borrow now that yours is all wet." Ms. Evans pulled a bin out of a cabinet and set about looking through its contents. "Hmm, it looks like there are only first year skirts left, I guess they didn't expect the older girls to have quite so many accidents. Oh well, it's just for today, so I'm sure it'll work." Ms. Evans pulled the skirt free of the bin, it was significantly shorter than the skirt Miranda had just soiled. "Now we just need to get you some dry knickers." Ms. Evans retrieved her key from her desk. "But I've never had an accident before." Miranda moaned, mortified by the recent events. "I don't even know if I have any spare knickers in my locker." "Oh I'm sure you do, don't worry. Every year we send a letter to your parents, asking that they supply underwear in the case of an accident." Hermione's plan had gone flawlessly so far, but she was staring intently at the teacher, willing the woman to remember the final piece of her plan that Hermione had set in motion more than a week ago. "Come to think of it." Hermione grinned triumphantly as Ms. Evans continued to speak. "I seem to recall getting a letter from your mother that pertained to this very issue." "What? My mum never told me..." "Now where did I put that letter? Ah yes I do believe I placed it in your locker, let's see..." Ms. Evans inserted the key into the lock, and pulled open the small locker door. As Ms. Evans read the letter to herself the lavatory door was pushed open and the janitor reemerged. He scowled when he saw the large puddle of pee added to the pool of water that was already present. "I see yer havin' no trouble makin' even more work for me." The man growled, making his way over to where Ms. Evans stood. "Tell me, do you have a girl named 'Miranda' in this class?" "Why yes." Ms. Evans half gestured to where the still dripping Miranda stood. "Why do you ask?" "Do me a favor girl." The janitor shook an admonishing finger at Miranda. "Next time you pee yer pants, don't go tryin' to flush away the evidence." The man brandished a pair of thick, wet panties at the girl. "I found what was cloggin' the toilet. Stopped it right up. See the name, what's stitched right there." If there was any doubt left in the minds of the class, as to what the man was referring too, it was erased as all the girls craned their necks to see the neatly stitched name that was now plain to see, MIRANDA. "Wha? No, I didn't. I never..." Miranda looked, if possible, even more shocked now than before. "I don't know how those got there." "Hmm...You seem to be causing no end of trouble today, huh, Miranda." The comforting nature of Ms. Evans seemed to have evaporated like rain on a sunny day. "Thank you for your help, Mister...." Ms. Evans waited politely for the man to supply his name, but either the janitor didn't hear her, or he just wasn't interested in giving his name. "Don' thank me jus' yet. I'll dry the floor quick, but I shut the water off, and I need to make sure nothin' else is cloggin' the toilet 'fore I turn it back on. I'll be lockin' the door so's no one tries to use it 'till I can get back to it." "Ah I see. Still thank you for coming to help Sir. I'll make sure these girls don't cause any more problems like what happened today." The janitor grunted in disbelief as he gathered his equipment and headed for the door, having hastily cleaned and dried the floor. When he was gone, Ms. Evans turned back to Miranda. "Now let's see if we can't get you sorted out." There was steel in her voice now, as she observed the young girl. "Ms. Evans, I never..." "I don't want to hear it." Ms. Evans held up a finger to silence the girl. "Let's hear what your mother has to say on this subject, hmm?" Ms. Evans cleared her throat and straightened the piece of paper in her hands with a flourish, before reading the beautiful cursive writing aloud to the class. Dear Ms. Evans, My daughter, Miranda, has been causing trouble at home recently; and, although I sincerely hope it has not been likewise at school, I have reason to believe that is not the case. Miranda has always been a bedwetter... Ms. Evans paused briefly to let the laughter die down before continuing. Miranda has always been a bedwetter, I don't know where she gets it from, her younger sister has already grown out of wetting her bed, but Miranda can scarcely make it through a night dry. I have tried to be accepting that bedwetting is something that she can't help, but recently she has started having accidents during the daytime as well. The class laughed once more, and this time Cari, one of Miranda's supposed friends, called out mockingly to Miranda. "Wow, I didn't know you were such a baby Miranda." "I'm not...I don't...I mean, during the day usually I...." Miranda looked to be on the verge of tears. "So you do wet the bed then?" Another girl called out as the class laughed even louder Hermione almost considered feeling bad for Miranda's humiliation, but when she remembered the months of relentless bullying she had suffered at Miranda's hands, she was content to sit back and watch how things played out. When the class settled back down, through no effort by Ms. Evans, they simply wanted to hear the rest of the letter, the teacher continued reading. Miranda tried to hide her accidents at first, she tried to blame the soiled knickers in the hamper on her sister, but it wasn't long before she wet herself completely when we were at the mall. Now I have to worry whether or not she'll completely humiliate me if we go out anywhere. After one particularly bad accident, and that's what she always claims, that these are accidents, I decided to take action. I've decided that if she's going to have accidents during the day as well, I'm going to handle them the same way I do her bedwetting accidents. I've started putting her back in diapers whenever we go out anywhere. "Too bad you weren't wearing a diaper today Miranda." It was Casey this time. The only reason I haven't sent her to school in diapers yet, and also why I think she's really just doing this for attention, is that I haven't received word of an accident at school, yet. The reason for this letter is that, if the past is any indicator, I'm sure she will wet herself at school soon enough. Additionally, I noticed that Miranda has been packing an extra pair of knickers to take to school. No doubt so that she can change in secret when she has an accident. With this letter, I am posting a package of Miranda's night-time diapers, they are quite thick, but I've found that anything less substantial is liable to leak with that girl. If you notice that Miranda has an accident while at school, I would request that you place her in one of these diapers for the remainder of the day. Perhaps any embarrassment she suffers will serve to teach her a lesson about using the toilet on time. I appreciate your understanding and your cooperation in this matter. Sincerely, Eva Wescott Miranda seemed to be at a loss for words, she was simply staring at the ground, or maybe at the wet spot on her skirt. Hermione was almost surprised at how well her plan was working so far. She had already considered the mission a success, just based on Miranda's accident, but the letter had been a gambit, the part of her plan most prone to fail, a risk Hermione had taken for the potential rewards. Hermione had done the research necessary on Miranda's family for a passable imitation of her mother, but Hermione had not predicted that Miranda actually did wet the bed, but based on her reaction to the letter, it seemed as though that was indeed the case. Even if Miranda asked her mother about the letter, or tried to explain that she hadn't been having daytime accidents, she would have no proof without the letter itself, and Hermione already had a plan to dispose of that piece of evidence. In any case, Hermione had suspicions that, if she didn't already, Miranda would have other things to worry about soon enough. "Well then, Miranda." Ms. Evans was staring down at Miranda with a sharp look in her eyes. "It seems to me that you not only potentially damaged a school lavatory by having an accident, you have also disrupted my class by peeing yourself. You're much too old to be acting like this, I think it is only right to follow your mother's wishes." "What?" Miranda jumped as though she had been shocked. "You don't mean..." "Of course." Ms. Evans reached back into Miranda's locker and removed one of the packages inside. "Thanks to your mother, we've got a whole pack of your diapers right here." "You can't. I won't" Miranda took half a step back, looking like a deer in the headlights. "Won't? 'Won't' is a strong word my dear." Ms. Evans was smiling now, but it showed more teeth than warmth. "I suppose I can't force you. If you would rather I called your mother, explained to her the trouble you have caused today, and have her drop whatever she was doing to come pick you up; I suppose that would work as well." Miranda stared up in horror at Ms. Evans for a second, before lowering her eyes. "No, please. I-I'll do what you want." "It's not what I want Miranda, It's what your mother wants." Ms. Evans pulled one of the thick white diapers out of the package and examined it, before offering it to the girl standing before her. "Don't look so sad, these are just like the diapers you wear at night for your little bedwetting problem. Now, can you put it on yourself, or would you like some help." "I'll do it." Miranda took the diaper without looking Ms. Evans in the eye. "Well then here's your skirt, now hurry up, we need to start class already." "Wait," Miranda glanced around the room hurriedly. "You mean I've got to change here?" "Where else, all the bathrooms are closed, and besides, those diapers just pull right up, you won't even be exposed." Miranda just hung her head in defeat as she slid her soaked panties down beneath her skirt. She stepped out of them, before quickly sliding the diaper up into place beneath her stained skirt. Miranda's hands hesitated at the waist of her skirt, before finally removing the still wet garment, exposing her newly donned diaper to the whole class. The whole class laughed, as Miranda, blushing deeply, quickly pulled the clean skirt up over the diaper. When she let it fall into place, the whole class laughed even harder. "Well I did say it would be a touch short." Ms. Evans commented, as if Miranda's new situation was as common as rain on a Sunday. Miranda stared in disbelief as the skirt stopped well short of her knees. Even when she was standing straight up, tugging on the hem of the skirt to get it to go lower, there were still at least five inches from where the skirt stopped and the tops of her knees began. "Lovely, why don't you give us a spin, show off your new outfit." Miranda looked horrified, but she dared not refuse. Slowly Miranda spun in a circle, as she turned around, laughter sounded through the class again. From every angle, the thick diaper Miranda was now wearing was clearly visible beneath the entirely too short skirt. It was bad enough that the entire class already knew she was wearing a diaper, but Miranda dreaded when the time came to leave the classroom, and eventually face her mother. "Well now," Ms. Evans clapped her hands once. "We have had quite enough distractions for one day, and now we really must start our lesson for today." As Ms. Evans refocused the class's attention to the front of the room, Miranda glanced around unsurely before making her way back to her seat. Hermione spared only a momentary glance of amusement as Miranda sat down, the girl's skirt was so short Hermione could clearly see the girl's diaper even while she was sitting down. Careful not to become distracted, Hermione quickly turned her attention back to what Ms. Evans was saying; it would not do to have the events of today effect Hermione's performance in school. "As you should all remember, we will be having a reading quiz today." Ms. Evans addressed the entire class. "I had planed to spend the first few minutes of class reviewing for the quiz, but now I have decided I will simply add a bonus question, allowing you the opportunity for extra points." Pieces of paper were passed down each row of students as Ms. Evans continued to speak. "The quiz is not long, if you remember the story, you should be able to finish relatively quickly. I will decide on the bonus question as you are working on the quiz. As always, there is no talking during the quiz; you may begin." Hermione barely paid any attention to what she was writing, the questions were too simple to even classify as a quiz. As her pen moved across the page, Hermione simultaneously observed the other girls in the class. Nearly all of them seemed to need a trip to the toilet to some degree or another, they ranged from rhythmically tapping feet, all the way to working on the quiz with one hand between their legs. Hermione read over her answers one last time, making sure she was happy with the wording of her answers. As she stood up, Hermione was surprised to see another girl a few rows ahead of her stand up as well. It was rare for any of the other girls to finish before Hermione when it came to school work, but Hermione noticed the girl had left her quiz back on her desk as she made her way up to speak to Ms. Evans. Ms. Evans leaned forward where she was sitting to answer the girl's whispered query, careful not to disturb the others who were taking the quiz. As Hermione approached the desk she was able to hear what Ms. Evans was saying. "...can't leave during a quiz, and the girl's lavatory is still being cleaned besides. You'll just have to hold it, you're a big girl." As the girl returned to her desk, defeated, Hermione stepped up to Ms. Evans' desk to turn over her quiz. "Done already Hermione? Not that I'm surprised, mind you, but I haven't thought of a bonus question yet. No matter, you can just write your answer on a scrap of paper when the time comes." Hermione smiled at the teacher, not trusting herself to speak at the moment. What's the point of having a bonus question if the quiz is already this easy? Hermione thought, incredulously. Hermione sat back in her seat, and immediately turned her attention back to Miranda. Every minute since her accident, her kidneys would have been working overtime to pump an excess of liquid into her bladder, and her bladder should have been numbed sufficiently by now. It was only a matter of minutes, if not seconds. Miranda looked relaxed as she sat in her chair, as relaxed as could be expected after the events of the afternoon, she did not look like a girl who was struggling with a full bladder, there were plenty of examples of those around the class room. Hermione knew it couldn't be too long now, she just had to be patient...There! Hermione saw Miranda unconsciously spread her legs slightly as her bladder let go without her consent. The pale yellow stain crept up the back of the diaper as the pee that was still trickling out of Miranda pooled in the absorbent undergarment. Miranda appeared to be completely unaware that her bladder had just betrayed her again. Having been one of the only girls not distracted to some extent by a need to pee, Miranda was the next student to complete the quiz. She stood up and made her way to Ms. Evans' desk. Seeing the movement Ms. Evans glanced up from what she was reading, she did a double take. Miranda's diaper now hung even further below the hem of her skirt, stained yellow, it obviously revealed her most recent accident. "Miranda." Ms. Evans did not lower her voice this time, causing Miranda to jump as the noise broke the silence of the room. "Yes Miss?" "Did you have another accident already? How is that even possible?" "What? No, I didn't." Miranda looked shocked at the allegation. "Well then how exactly do you explain the state of your diaper? Hmm?" Ms. Evans stood up and walked around her desk and lifted up the back of Miranda's skirt, confirming her assessment. Miranda just stared aghast, open-mouthed at her yellow diaper. "I don't know... I didn't feel... I didn't even need to go." "Well I don't know about that, you obviously needed to go, based off how wet you are. You'll need to change." Ms. Evans strode back to Miranda's locker, where she had replaced the package of diapers. Pulling one out, she handed it to Miranda before placing the rest back in the locker. "Throw the soiled diaper in the bin. Two accidents in less than an hour, I can't believe it. I will be contacting your mother to let her know of your behavior in class. I certainly wouldn't be surprised to see you in diapers again tomorrow." Miranda did not respond as she was busy pulling a fresh diaper up beneath her skirt, and trying her hardest to blend in with the wall. "Now then class." Ms. Evans addressed the students, most of whom were still taking the quiz. "I have decided what the bonus question will be for today's quiz. 'How many girls in this room are wearing diapers right now?' Should be simple enough." Ms. Evans clapped her hands and returned to her desk as Miranda stared up at the teacher in silent horror. Ms. Evans really wouldn't let the topic die. Hermione had wanted to humiliate Miranda for all the times she had tormented her, but it seemed like Ms. Evans was taking things a bit far. Perhaps Hermione would need to teach Ms. Evans a lesson, once she had finished with Miranda. While forming plans in the back of her mind, Hermione pulled out a single piece of paper. She wrote her name, followed by a single number. Taking the sheet of paper with her, Hermione made her way back up to Ms. Evan's desk. "Hermione? Ah, of course, the answer to the bonus question, thank you." Ms. Evan's took the paper that Hermione offered her. As Hermione began to turn away, Ms. Evans called out to her. "Wait, are you certain you understood the question Hermione?" "Yes Ms. Evans, I think I did. 'How many girls are wearing diapers, right?'" "Yes...but you're sure you don't want to change your answer then?" "No, I think my answer is correct Miss." Hermione answered matter of factly. "And just how do you figure?" Ms. Evans looked confused as she set Hermione's paper down, exposing the neatly written number '2'. "Miranda's the only one wearing a diaper you know?" "Well, Miranda certainly is wearing a diaper." Hermione tried not to sound too condescending, she had long since learned that adults, especially teachers, did not like to be wrong. "But I'm fairly certian that Julie is also wearing a diaper." "What?" Ms. Evans looked momentarily stunned at the unexpected answer. "Why would Julie be wearing a diaper? And how could you possible know that? Did Julie tell you she was wearing a diaper?" Ms. Evans looked over at the girl in question, who was sitting in the front row. "No, she didn't. But right after lunch, Julie was waiting outside the lavatory, obviously wanting to use it after Miranda, but it ended up being out of order." Hermione explained. "Well okay, but that doesn't mean..." Ms. Evans was cut off as Hermione continued. "During the whole incident, Julie was squirming in her seat, she looked absolutely desperate for the loo, but she never once crossed her legs to help hold on." "What does that mean?" Ms. Evans was struggling to keep up with Hermione's leaps of logic now. "Well, it's hard to cross your legs properly with a thick diaper between them, and if you're not careful you could end up flashing your secret to the whole class." "I still don't see how you could know she was wearing a diaper just from that." "I didn't know for sure until just recently. I told you Julie looked absolutely bursting before, but she was probably too scared to ask to go to the lavatory after how you embarrassed Miranda. Well right after Miranda's second accident, Julie froze in her seat, I think it's reasonable to assume that is when she lost control, but since there is no sign of her accident, I can only assume she is wearing a diaper." It may have been simpler to simply give her teacher the answer she was looking for, and forget about Julie, but Hermione couldn't help herself when it came to being correct. Ms. Evans stared curiously at Julie, the girl looked relaxed in her seat; at least more so than the other girls, who appeared distinctly uncomfortable. "Julie." Ms. Evans called. Julie jumped slightly when her name was called, and she glanced around the room hoping to find another 'Julie' to answer the summons, but finally she stood up and walked up to the front desk to stand beside Hermione. "Julie, if you need to be excused to the lavatory, or to visit the nurse, I can certainly accommodate that." It appeared that Ms. Evans' ill mood did not extend passed Miranda, as she spoke softly enough it would be unlikely any of the other students would hear her. "But if you need to wear diapers in my class, you or your mother should have informed me." Julie's ears were blushed bright pink as she frantically waved her hands in front of her. "What? No, I don't..." Julie, clearly terrified after seeing what happened to Miranda, fiercely denied it. "It's okay." Hermione whispered to Julie. "No one else knows, but they will if your diaper keeps leaking." Hermione gestured at Julie's skirt. The girls diaper wasn't actually leaking, as far as Hermione knew, but the result was as Hermione had predicted. Julie let out a surprised squeak and ran her hands along her skirt, feeling for wet spots, and let her hand quickly feel at what lay beneath her skirt before she looked back at Ms. Evans and Hermione with wide eyes, knowing she had been caught. "I..." Julie began, but she was cut off by Ms. Evans. "It's okay Julie, just go sit back down, you can be excused once you finish your test." Ms. Evans sighed as Julie retreated. "Looks like you were right again Hermione. Sometimes I don't even know why I bother trying to correct you." Hermione didn't know quite how to respond to that, but Ms. Evans continued. "You're obviously a very intelligent and gifted girl, Hermione, but you might make more friends if you weren't so focused on being right all the time." Hermione made a noncommittal noise as she excused herself back to her desk. Looking at the other students she thought to herself, Who would even want to be friends with these girls? The other students were either struggling to answer simple questions, or struggling not to pee themselves, or both in many cases. Miranda was sitting with her head laying on her desk. Hermione's plan had gone splendidly, it had worked even better than expected, but Hermione didn't feel as happy as she thought she would. Even if it was true that she was tormented by these same classmates everyday, some part of Hermione felt like her actions today made her no different that the girls that were currently suffering. As she lost herself in her thoughts, Hermione allowed her gaze to move to the window, Ms. Evans' words were still echoing in her mind. Hermione's musings were interrupted as she was mildly surprised to see an old tabby cat looking back at her through the window, or rather the cat was facing the window, it surely wasn't particularly interested in Hermione. "Ahh!" Hermione looked up at the sound in time to see Cari making a dash for the door as her pee dripped from under her skirt, leaving a trail behind her. Ms. Evans just sighed as she watched the girl leave the class room. "I don't know what is going on with you girls today." She sighed once more before standing up and clapping her hands together. "Okay girls, let's go on a class trip, we're going to....The Loo!" Full of fake enthusiasm, Ms. Evans gestured for all the girls to stand up. Hermione didn't need to go, but it seemed she wasn't exempt as she joined the rest of the class on the trip to the girl's room. After taking her own, unnecessary, pee, Hermione watched with mild amusement as a number of girls in the line squirmed in desperation. Casey seemed particularly desperate. There were still 4 people ahead of her in the queue, but she was already hunched over with both hands planted firmly between her legs, while moaning loudly. "Ohhh hurry up, I don't know if I can hold it." Casey's legs squirmed back and forth. "What's taking so long?" There were only two stalls, and Julie seemed to be taking an awfully long time in one of them. No doubt trying to discretely change her diaper. Hermione thought. "Nooooo....Hurry up. I need a wee." Casey was frantic. "Please, let me go next I can't hold it." "No way. I'm bursting as well." The girl holding the first place in the queue turned her down. "You can wait just like us." The second girl rejected her as well. "Ohhhh." Casey moaned as her bursting bladder begged for relief. "You can go ahead of me, if you like." The girl ahead of Casey showed some mercy. "Oh, thank you...AHhh" As Casey started to hobble forward she froze as a spurt of pee forced its way out of her aching bladder, making a 5 centimeter spot on her panties. The sound of a toilet flush made Casey look up hopefully, but even as the girl exited the stall, the next girl was already inside, closing the door behind her. "Nooooo...." Another 2 second spurt left a small puddle at Casey's feet. "Nooooo....It's coming out." 4 seconds this time, Casey's panties were soaked. "I'm weeing." Casey moaned as her bladder gave out, and the small spurts joined into a powerful stream that splashed off of Casey's shoes as it formed a big yellow puddle. The sight of Casey's accident didn't help the other girls who were still squirming, waiting to get to the toilet. Eventually, all the girls had their turn and the class was headed back to the classroom. "To your locker then, Casey. You too, Cari. I know you didn't make it either. And anyone else who needs it too, get changed girls" Ms. Evans looked frustrated as she continued. "I don't know if it's something in the water, or if you girls think you're being funny, but the accidents are going to stop here. You are all old enough to control yourself, and so help me if someone leaves another puddle in this room I'll make sure they're in diapers for the rest of the term." She sat down, exhausted, apparently not interested in teaching at the moment. Hermione took her seat, watching Casey and Cari take clean panties out of their lockers. Well, not really panties, they were both holding pull-ups. Trying to hide in the corner of the room they quickly changed out of their soaked panties. Both of their skirts had similar looking wet spots on them, but it seemed they had learned better than to ask for a new one after Miranda's predicament. Miranda had used the toilet with everyone else, but it looked like the numbness of her bladder was wearing off, unlike the diuretic effect, as Miranda sat with her legs tightly crossed, and her legs bouncing up and down. Hermione looked back out the window, as interesting as this day had been, she was ready for it to be over. She spotted the cat again, still facing the window...Or rather, it was facing Hermione, sitting on the inside sill of the window.