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  1. 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!
  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. This is going to be an ongoing story, I don't know how common the chapters are going to be, but if you enjoyed if, please feel free to comment compliments, critiques or suggestions about the story. The arc is still up in the air so I would love to hear some thoughts on how the story should go with the characters. Chapter 1: Katie Lewis-Daniels adjusted the tight white blouse that had been trapping her for the last few hours. Never-ending discomfort was the name of her life, sitting on a stiff office chair, feeling her tights that she was wearing under her mini-dress were grinding upwards. If only she could simply stand and leave the dreadful square of space that was her cubicle, but she had not reason to. If she was not working, she was not earning credits, and lord knew, Katie Lewis-Daniels needed credits. The woman frivilously typed into the large, multi-faceted computer that stood at her desk. Her thighs were agnoizingly sore, a product of sitting at the chair for nearly ten hours at this point. Her company, a far-too-large financial law-firm always had paperwork that needed to be done, typed up, and sent to another place so they can give it to a secretary to pain-stakingly do. Any time she would near the end of her pile, her section leader, a handsome, but devilish man named Mr. Brooks would walk over, attempt a few words of small-talk with the woman and then hand her another pile of manila folders. Only when Mr. Brooks back was turnt did she collapse onto the folders, throwing a sort of fit. Never-ending, Katie couldn't even remember the last time she participated in work, or sleep. Anything else seemed pointless and unnecessary to her right now, her credits were lower than ever, since her useless College degree was taking money out of the account any chance they could, and suddenly, credits had become a much more needed amenity. She finished another manila folder, placing it on the complete part of her desk, maybe if she worked very slowly, Mr. Brooks would never plop more folders onto her, showing how endless this job actually was. She continued to work, though, as that was pointless, and a waste of time. Besides, she knew how she was paid, every time a folder was completed, a file was entered or any sign of work being done, Katie would hear a ring from her phone, showing that five more credits had been added to her account. She had better use them, though, as College was still needing 100,000 of those. 100,000 divided by 5 credites, Katie thought to herself. 20,000, a file takes around 3 minutes, that 60,000 minutes, which is 1,000 hours of work just to pay off her College, and then, Kate had to pay for rent, amenities, public services, her private life. Well, she thought, she couldn't stop now. Though she had been working for 10 hours, the windows outside were showcasing her city in a bright yellow, hue, as if it was day. That was a window trick, it was actually 8:00 at night, and if she were to ponder outside, she would see barely anything from the darkness. The windows were meant to trick people into not realizing time passing, not to beg to leave when it's 4:00. That didn't matter, no one didn't want to work, and instead just wanted to keep pushing through files, getting five credits. A sudden rememberance by Katie led her to looking through her phone, she opened the app and saw the amount of credites to her name: Katie Helmstein Lewis-Daniels: 12,310 Credits. Knowing the College, she would never see 90% of those credits, and the remaining amount was not enough to justify not working, even if the times were becoming an amazingly late, everyone worked overtime because there was no reason not to work when you could make five credits by filling out a manila folder. Of course there are side-effects to this, such as Katie's body feeling sore needs of working for ten hour stretches. Her stomach was empty, which was okay as she tried to keep her slim waist, her throat was ratched with thirst, her mistake, forgetting the water bottle at home, her legs were cramped, which was understandable, even when she had to stand she was in high heels, and her bladder was full, which was a common problem. None of these problems really mattered to Katie, as she could handle discomfort better than most. The doors to the office swung open, meaning either somebody left or somebody came in. The work was not dificult, but it was busywork, and therefore it was normally dead silent inside the halls of the Secretaries. For this reason, Katie was able to observe things such as changes in temperature or doors swinging open better. This also allowed her to realize what was coming next, her favorite part of her day (sarcasm), the Interns. She wished she didn't have to deal with interns and instead simply deal with her paperwork alone, but she was an intern once, and she learned her ways from another annoyed worker, so it was unfair to not allow the same deal of experience to the next crop of workers. Besides, she had reached a miracle, all of her files were finished, and Mr. Brooks had yet to pour some on her desk. Katie turned and looked towards her intern, of which she could spot easily out of a crowd. The intern was named Mahoe Kokoa, but she went by Missy Kokoa. From her last name, Katie immediately could tell her Hawaiian descent, and her looks did not fail those expectations. Missy had luscious olive skin, long curly hair, and large eyes and lips, not demeaning to the fact that Missy was very pretty, actually extraordinarily pretty. Now, a lot of her prettiness came from the fact that she did not fear to show it off, she wore mini-skirts almost every day, ones that were not even close to company policy, when Katie asked her about it, she claimed that it was all she packed for the eight weeks, while stretching a pair down. I doubt she cared about company policy, but more about just how many stares Missy would get, her body was fully shown off in the small mini-skirts and her dress-blouses and blazer that she wore. Missy would normally walk in with a stride, clicking and clacking on her high heels, but today was different, her shoulders were hanged down, her eyes facing the ground and her legs were slightly curved inwards. "Evenin' Missy." Katie greeted, every intern was assigned one worker, and for the eight weeks of the internship program they meet three times a day, one in the morning, one at lunch and one at closing. While not doing that, the interns are carted away to work on their own projects. She remembered the eight week program, and how tired and exhausted she was at the end. "Hey." Missy responded without her normal charisma. "Do you have any work to do?" "No, I just finished, you can leave if you want." "No, I got to stay until you leave." "That might be a while." "Okay." Her voice rang with a Hawaiian accent, sounding sweet on the ears. Katie could tell something was wrong, easily, and stared at Missy, searching for a clue. "What's wrong, Missy?" "Oh, nothing." But Katie had figured out the problem, something about how Missy's legs refused to be still, her bent over posture. Yeah, Missy had to pee, an understandble problem, in light of current events. You see, the year was 2021, and America had found itself in one Hell of a drough the last few years. Now, the world is not in jeopardy, but certain cogs of society are made a little harder, like paying for water even from the tap, the almost complete removal of high-pressure showers, and one other thing. The Piss tax. The real name was the Plumbing tax, stating that to use public or private amenities, you must enter a small fee, usually five credits to be let inside the restroom. Five credits was not a lot of money (credits and the old US dollars are almost completely equal in value), but the cost was still detrimental to many people and their bathroom habits. Scenarios like Missy are possible, a girl left with zero way of accessing a restroom because of the Piss Tax. Poor girl, Katie thought to herself, she could have been holding all day with no access. Katie was tempted to ask her if she had been able to use the amenities, but refused out of social gesture, she wasn't going to put her in the spotlight. Instead she was silent, watching as Missy grabbed a nearby stool and sat next to Katie, she was quivering in her high heels, holding down her crotch. Right at the moment where Katie finally could relax, though, Mr. Brooks came out of the room with a stack of folders and a trajectory right towards Katie. She gulped and warned Missy. "Here comes some more. Half and half, alright?" "Yeah, sure." She muttered. As expected, Mr. Brooks came over. "Got some more." He grinned through his teeth, a tad creepy but overall normal charm. "Only thing I love in this world." "Hello, Missy!" "Hello." "Well, this is probably going to be the last stack of the night, so don't waste too much time." "You got it, boss." "Good." Katie observes the stack , it is smaller than most, and the want to get home is nice, so the pair begin working on them side-by-side. Katie focuses on the files, but her mind is truly on Missy, it is no secret that she is absolutely bursting, her legs kicking out, riding up her mini-skirt, her hands holding down her crotch, she can even see small bits of liquid forming on the edge of the stool. And yet, Katie does nothing for the poor girl, waiting for her to beg. She considers this a business lesson, no one is going to help you, you must help yourself, and know that if she simply asked Katie for five credits so she doesn't burst, she would be happy to. There is also something mesmerizing about the process, about the desperation that has Katie hooked. Five minutes into the new stack, Missy starts making small moans, her legs completely dancing around in absurd fashion. At this point, Katie realizes its time to make mention. "If you're going to piss, please do it on the toilet and not on my desk." "S...Sorry Ms. Lewis-Daniels." And she continues working, though her posture stiffens to stop any weakness from coming out. Small portions of Missy's desperation are hitting onto Katie's own full bladder, she doesn't show it, as she has had the experience to reject that urge until the last possible moment, and never look like Missy, losing control like that. It reminds her that a piss would feel good at this moment, but she could wait for hours upon hours, a product of working many long days just like this one. "Tell me, Missy. Why are you so desperate?" "I... I.... I drank a lot during lunch, I'm sorry Ms." "Okay, well, when you finished with your last file, I'll take you to the restrooms." A key that she remembered from her own 8-weeks, they don't tell the interns where the restrooms actually are. Katie had a moment almost exactly like Missy's, where she was dancing up and down the cubicle, dying to know where the restrooms were and expell the liquid built up in her. It was easy for Katie to sympathetize with Missy, a sympathy that some of the recruits never receive. When Missy made the file complete, she stood up on a limb. Her legs were crossed in a strong manner, showcasing just how close Missy was from losing control. From a good angle, you could see the crossed legs reveal a small portion of the white panties underneath her mini-skirt, as Katie could from sitting down. It took a bit longer for Katie, she hadn't stood in 11 hours, and her legs were weak as she gave weight behind them, but after a few seconds she got to her feet and began to walk. "Follow me." She said to Missy, who briskly walked behind her, holding herself at every turn. "So, when was the last time you peed." "I... Last night, I believe. I used up all of my allotted credits." "Foolish error." "Yeah..." Missy stopped for a second, and gave her body a tense squeeze. "So you still haven't got any credits?" "I... Oh, no." Missy became worried, tears welling up in her eyes. As she spoke, the reached the large bathroom. "Ms. Lewis-Daniels, I'm really sorry, but can I please... please... please use your credits. I swear it won't happen again." "Trade Secret, dear." Katie spoke in a teacherly manner. "Don't be afraid to ask people for common courtesies." Katie pulled out her card and walked towards the door. "Oh, thank you! Thank you!" Missy spoke loud enough the rest of the office could hear her. "No problem." She swiped the card and the door swung open. Missy hobbled inside, and the door shut behind her. At this point, Katie finally had time to think about her own full bladder. It was certainly annoying and it certainly made its will known, she had her legs crossed, and she could see the bulge sticking out of her slim body. But, on the other hand, she just paid for another to pee, and she didn't have all the money in the world. Maybe she could wait till tomorrow morning, and with that in mind, she grabbed her purse from her desk and walked out the front door, her bladder giving a strong scream of pain as it was refused relief. As she walked out of the building, she glared over to the alley, where she spotted two interns, female, both in long work dresses and white blouses squatting in the alley. Though they were in the end, urine was rising all the way to the front of the alley, and she could hear the silent chatters of relief from the girl. Good for them, Katie thought, they just saved five credits. Katie hopped into her car and began her nightly journey home.
  4. So uh, hi. I'm Crim. I wet myself today. A few things you should know before we start. One: I recently had a gender-identity crisis. Well, not even really that. I let other people convince me I was having one (Goddamn you Tumblr people!) i.e I'm really tomboyish sometimes and people on there told me my gender was a boy and I should learn to embrace it. Of course I recently realized that was a load of shit and I didn't like being a full on boy. So if you were one of the like, 3 people who read my "introducing myself" post like...forever ago, that's why I said I was a boy. I'm not. Just to clear that up. Sex: Fem. Gender: Fem. And I'm not about to let anyone else tell me otherwise again. Now with that out of the way, today I did a hold. I never intended to fully wet, yet I did, which is what made today both scary and exciting! Anyone who's seen me post knows I love those Milovana pee holding interactive challenges. I have a huge imagination and get really into it, I don't think I've done a hold without one since I discovered them. Its been awhile since anyone made a new one, so I got into the habit of doing multiple in a single hold, or even two at once, which was the case today. And so there I was, in my room. I drank a few mugs of water and tea and waited for things to move along by watching Scrubs. I don't know what it was about today, whether it was 3 cups of tea's worth of caffiene or the tight jeans I had put on in advance, or just some other random thing, but it moved along REALLY fast. An hour and a half after I started drinking, I was at the fidgeting stage. I couldn't stand still, and sitting had become a real burden. It took me really off guard. I started my challenges and for the first time ever, started posting in the live action thread. It's really unlike me to do that, I don't know why I did. Maybe I wanted some company for once. Alas, nobody showed up during my hold. Appearance wise, I was wearing red panties (nothing fancy) and a tight pair of blue jeans. Didn't bother with a shirt, as it was fairly warm today. For you people who are a fan of picturing things, I'm pretty tiny. Short, tiny frame, skinny, pale, long and obviously-not-well-taken-care-of hair. Pretty much the definition of "Get off your computer and go outside." So at this point I had started doing the challenges and tasks, pretty confident that I would do fine, as per usual. I was shaking, and twitching, etc but I felt I could hold on despite the huge pressure in my bladder. But then 10 minutes went by....20 minutes...and before I knew it not only had the pressure nearly doubled, but the challenges were also taking their toll. I could barely believe it. It had all happened so fast. It was to the point I was constantly shaking and had a hand between my legs any time the challenge wasn't preventing me from doing so. It was getting pretty unbearable but I convinced myself there's no way its this bad already, its just your psyche getting out of turn. I wish I was right. Time went on. I dribbled a few times but I felt it was nothing I couldnt handle. I had a grip on this. Until at one point I stopped to type in the live action thread again. Typing of course, requiring both hands. I wasn't too concerned, just crossed my legs as I bent over to type. But mid sentence, I don't know what it was, it must have been the way I moved, but I felt a sudden violent dampness as a huge leak shot down my leg. Before I knew it, my inner leg on my jeans had a wet patch from my crotch to my knee. All I could think was, where the hell did that come from? Keep it together. I probably should have ran to the bathroom right then. You see, I wasn't home alone. and a full blown wetting and its cleanup would be hard to hide/explain to my brother if he just decided to waltz in during those crucial moments. My main plan if he walked in during the hold itself was to quickly pull a blanket over my chest and yell that I wasn't wearing a shirt, which would cause him to scurry off somewhere. Thus, I had planned to use the bathroom before it was too late. Issue was, I'm stubborn. As is usually the objective with holding, I decided since I had regained control after my big spurt, I would wait until the last possible second, not for a moment having the foresight to even think there might be obstacles. It was also that this point I received another huge warning I ignored. You know when your bladder muscles start to fluctuate? Waver? That wobbley feeling, like when you're carrying something heavy in your arms and they start to go all wobbley under the strain against your will? I got that feeling. And I ignored it, because I'm me. Time went by, as did a few more dribbles. But I kept telling myself that it wasn't over yet, that I could go longer. The fresh dampness in my crotch, and the now semi dried patch down my leg would suggest otherwise, but again, stubborn. Then one of the challenges told me the start of my undoing. Every 30 seconds, I had to push on my bladder hard for 5 seconds. And of course, I thought I could do it. Thing is, when I'm pressing on my bladder I don't use my hands. I don't find I can push with the right pressure in the right way to ever make it a feasible threat. So what I do is, I tip my chair back so that its on its back legs, and push my lower abdomen into the top of it. Huge mistake, obviously. The first 5 seconds, I felt my crotch go damp again. A few small spurts. I can do it, I told myself. In the 30 second break between I told myself I had only spurted because I didn't brace properly, and I just had to go into the next push prepared. So 30 seconds passed. And again I tipped my chair back, closed my eyes, braced myself, and leaned into it. With a bit more weight than I intended. A leak. A big leak. The biggest so far. My hand shot down as it left my body, but it was a little too late for that. In that moment I felt the wetness gather in my hand, fall down my leg again, down to my ankle. Some got on the floor. A little spread behind my ass too. I regained control in that split second, but it was also the second that I wasn't going to maintain the control. I couldn't. This was it. But I couldn't risk it, I had already gone too far as it was. My brother could walk in any second, see my wet leg, and ask what the fuck was going on. And so came the moment. The hail mary. I didn't have time to throw on a shirt let alone a bra, so I just had to hope he wasn't in the hallway between my room and the bathroom. There was no time, it was now or never, I could FEEL my control slipping and about to give. I dashed out of my room, one hand between my legs holding on for dear life and one trying to preemptively undo the button of my jeans (And failed, little bugger wouldn't give) And I encountered every holders nightmare. The bathroom door was shut. And locked. I could hear the shower going inside. That son of a bitch. I leaned against the door, my forehead and chest pressing into the wood, my fingernails digging into either side of the door and my back slightly arched, pushing my ass out as my legs slammed together, my knees knocking together over and over. I yelled at him to get out. I yelled that I needed to get in right that second. My fingernails dug deep into the door, scratching as my control slipped, a muffled "Sorry, no can do!" coming from inside the bathroom. I felt it coming. My left hand then alternated between banging on the door, gripping at my crotch, and clawing into the door once more. My chest was heaving against the door, I couldn't bear to open my eyes and look as it started. My crotch grew damp. A spurt, and another, and another. The crotch gripping, the clawing, nothing helped. Squeezed my legs together tighter, still nothing. It was coming out, slowly but steadily. I gripped my left thigh as I felt my pee seep out and crawl down the back of my leg. I tried so hard. Knocking my knees, gripping at everything I could, frantically trying to stop it or slow it down. Shaking, writhing, I felt it continue to pour out and reach the back of my knee. I heard drops hit the floor. This couldn't be happening. Wetting myself after a good hold was one thing, not being able to stop it when it mattered most was another thing entirely. My control was still sort of there, but not nearly enough to stop the flow completely. I felt it spread across my lower ass and inner thigh. The other leg now too, I could feel it running down. Something in that made me lurch, pressing my chest into the door harder. Something about that movement hit my bladder, and suddenly whatever slight control I still had was gone. I gasped loudly as my crotch suddenly grew a lot warmer, as did my inner legs, I could feel the flow go from a creeping dribble into a stream. Of course I grabbed my crotch, but my hand was soaked almost instantly. I let out a cry as I started soaking myself, trying anything and everything. Thigh gripping, moving my legs, crossing them, frantically hopping slightly just trying to get it to stop but the more I tried the harder it all came out. I felt my ass, my legs, everything become completely soaked and warm. A stream was gently but firmly pitter pattering onto the floor, my jeans on my right leg having become far too saturated for it to just climb down my leg itself anymore at this intensity. I fought and cried and yelled and moaned, fighting until the bitter end. But there was no way around it...I was completely and thoroughly wetting my pants, right outside the bathroom against my will like a little girl. As I stopped shaking and bouncing and switching my legs all over the place, my fingers tired from violently gripping at every part of my thighs and crotch I could get ahold of, I just became exhausted. Soaked and defeated, I turned around and slowly slumped to the ground against the door, wetting myself all the way. My bladder had NO control anymore, and I was still going. My mind just blanked out as I sat on the ground, watching my already massive puddle continually expand due to the now very audiable hissing in my jeans. It was by far the greatest wetting I had ever had, and the scary circumstances made it incredibly exciting and erotic. My chest heaved, my breathing heavy as my bladder finished emptying itself. All my mind could process now was the near orgasmic relief and the "Holy shit, that just happened, and it was incredible" type thought. Until my brain finally re-clicked into the sound of the shower going, and realized that the moment my brother opened the door, he'd find me sitting there, naked from the lower waist up, having lost control and peed in my pants in the hallway, everything I was wearing having been completely drenched, with a puddle leading from under me in all directions, and almost to the door opposite me. My stomach dropped so fast. My mind went in all directions, and suddenly I was up, running through the house in my soaking wet jeans, trying to manage to somehow clean this up before my brother got out of the shower. I ran downstairs, grabbed two towels from the laundry, ran back up, and cleaned it up and cleaned it good. Both towels ended up completely soaked. I heard the shower stop. I ran into my room and got my jeans off as fast as I could, and threw them and the towels under my bed as soon as I could. I heard him coming and I was just standing there in my wet panties, all I had time to do was throw on a T-shirt. The big kind I wear to bed. And sit down at my computer desk. He just walked in without knocking, as he does, and asked what all my insane fuss at the door was about. I told him I thought I was late for a get-together and needed my makeup that second, but then realized it was tomorrow and not today. I sat almost frozen, hoping he wouldn't notice my wet legs glistening. I felt the lower black of my shirt get wet as I sat on it in my wet panties, and reaaaally tried not to think about it. Just sat and smiled and blinked and waited for him to accept it and leave, which he did, shaking his head and calling me a nutjob. Then I just sat there in silence and waited for the telltale shut of his bedroom door, meaning he was going in to play COD or something. Once I was sure he was in, I switched out of my wet undies and now slightly damp shirt into jammies, and fished out everything from under my bed and snuck to the laundry room with it. I thought I was scot free until he questioned the wet footprints downstairs. I went beet red and just told him that I had spilt some water earlier and must have stepped in it. He gave me a really questioning gaze and I turned redder, but for a non-omo enthusiast he obviously didn't come to the conclusion any of you would have, and just accepted it and moved on. Anywho, that was my day today. I hope you enjoy! Please leave feedback, as writing this stuff out isn't something I do often and I'd love to know what people think. If this is good and I'm good at telling it, I might write about my future experiences as well. Please let me know anything and everything you think! I think I drank too much, I had to go to the bathroom again in the middle of writing this. Now I'll end this, as I tend to ramble and as this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've done, and looking back on it now, incredibly erotic. So I have other needs to take care of. Bye bye!
  5. 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.
  6. 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!
  7. Desperate in Mumbai

    Even though Reema was born in West Bengal, she had lived in the United States since she was four, so she barely knew Bengali and also only spoke a little Hindi. So when she went to visit relatives in Mumbai, she knew this would be a minor problem, especially since she knew no Marathi. She knew to have some of her female cousins along to help translate things for her while out and about in the city for the week she would be there, but one day she decided to go shopping by herself. Reema didn’t have any problems at first (her Hindi was adequate enough for speaking with merchants and shop employees), but after drinking two bottles of water because of the sweltering Mumbai heat, she soon found herself needing to urinate. Worse yet, she knew none of the shops around had public toilets. Her need rapidly grew worse as the minutes passed. She started pressing her hands to her lower belly as she searched for a toilet---it didn’t help matters that she started to get lost. Reema asked passersby in Hindi if there were any public toilets nearby. Some of the men also reacted with slight hostility for her even asking for such a thing as a woman. As her need to pee grew much worse, a woman she asked finally told her where to find public toilets as she stood dancing from foot to foot. Reema hurried down the street and then turned a corner into a wide alley (she could smell the toilets even before she had turned all the way). There were two lines of people---one for men and one for women----that led down to two different rows of four sheds each, which were, of course, what passed for public toilets. Unsurprisingly, the men’s line was considerably shorter than the women’s and moved up faster. The women were all in various stages of desperation as well. There were also two men standing in front of the toilets charging for money to use them. Reema had read something on the Internet about this not too long ago. It was free to use public toilets like this if you only had to urinate, but you had to pay if you had to defecate. Then Reema noticed with dismay that the men were charging all the women! Another half-an-hour passed as the women’s line slowly moved forward and Reema’s bladder screamed at her for relief. But finally she was second in line for the toilets. The sari-clad thirty-something woman in front of her frantically pleaded with one of the men in Marathi. Even though Reema didn’t know Marathi, it wasn’t too hard for her to figure out what they were talking about: she obviously didn’t have enough money. After about a minute of futile pleading, the man (who had almost no teeth even though he was in his late 20’s) yelled at her some more in Marathi, shooed her away and she ran off crying with her hands pressed into her crotch. Then it was Reema’s turn. He held out his hand and began to speak, but Reema spoke up first in Hindi. “I...have to pee.” The man shook his head and replied in equally halting Hindi. “You may lie, have to shit. Three rupees!” “But, sir….” “Three rupees!” he demanded again. Reema looked in her purse and found with horror that she didn’t have any change, only traveler’s checks. Reema tried to beg one more time while doing a serious pee-pee dance. “I have no…money. Please…I just need…” “No money, you don’t go!” he yelled. “Go away and stop holding up line!” He pointed to the end of the alley. Reema walked away in despair. She just didn’t know what she would do. If she didn’t get to a toilet soon, she was sure would pee in her jeans. Reema stepped back out onto the street. The agonizing pressure on her urethra now made every step more difficult. She spotted the woman from earlier crouched down on the ground with her hands in her face and sobbing loudly. She also noticed the huge puddle of urine underneath her and that the bottom lower half of her red sari was wet. Several men were standing around near her, laughing, leering, and making obscene comments. Disgusted, she felt like saying something to them, but kept on walking. Reema was now frequently pressing her hand discreetly in her crotch. She decided she would take a taxi back to her aunt’s house and hope she could hold it until she got there. When she hailed one, she was somewhat happy to find that the driver spoke Hindi with a Bengali accent like her. But as she talked with him in Bengali on the way to her aunt’s house, she became annoyed as she found he talked too much. At least it helped take her mind off her bursting bladder a little, however. She sat in the back of the taxi for the entire ride with her knees pressed closed together. It took them an hour to get to her aunt’s house in a wealthier neighborhood because of traffic. Reema thought it was a miracle that she made it. She pounded on the locked wooden front gate and yelled “Let me in!” in Bengali. Her aunt’s maid opened it up and she ran past her and directly to the bathroom. Unfortunately, she found the bathroom door locked as well. “Hurry up, please!” Reema exclaimed, pounding on the door with one hand while burying the other hand in her crotch. “I really need to use the restroom, it’s an emergency!” “Sorry, I’ll be done soon!” the voice of her 14-year-old cousin Mahima answered back. But Reema couldn’t wait another minute: she had to go now! The only thing that Reema could think of to do besides wetting her pants was to go pee in the backyard. It was already dusk, so hopefully there wouldn’t be anyone else outside. She sprinted to the back of the house and past the rest of her bewildered relatives, yanked open the back door and out into the backyard. But just when she started to take off her jeans, her zipper got stuck! “No, no, not now!” she moaned. She struggled with the zipper for another minute, but then finally she couldn’t hold it any longer and began to pee in her pants. Oh, NO! she thought. She heard the faint hissing sound of the urine coming out of her body and into her jeans and felt the wet warmth as it quickly spread from her crotch and down her legs. She peed for well over a minute and the urine ran out onto the grass at her sandaled feet. Reema looked down and surveyed the damage. The wet stain on the front of her jeans from the crotch down looked almost black in the early evening. She felt relieved to have an empty bladder, but also very embarrassed for wetting herself. At least she did it at her relative’s house and instead of in public.
  8. Fatima's Anguish

    Oh, I need to make water so badly! Princess Fatima didn’t exactly know how long she had been newly imprisoned in the dungeon, but it was long enough to make her urgently need to urinate. Unfortunately, she could not attend to her need as she was shackled to the wall by her wrists. She did know how exactly she got here, however. She had been on a heavily guarded caravan to Baghdad to be married to Prince Abdul, the son of the city’s sultan. Her father the Caliph had arranged the marriage as an attempt to foster better relations with the rival Abbasid Caliphate. While the caravan was in the middle of the desert, it made a stop as Fatima desperately needed to urinate. Shortly after she finished going behind a sand dune, the caravan was set upon by desert brigands, or that’s what they appeared to be at first. Fatima watched in horror as the caravan was overrun and everyone else---slave and soldier alike---was put to the sword. But when she tried to run away, one of the brigands came up from behind her and hit her in the back of the head with the pommel of his scimitar, rendering her unconscious. She later briefly woke up in a semi-conscious state and was dimly aware that she was being carried. When she came up to, she found herself chained up in this dungeon. She wondered who it was that abducted her as it didn’t look like she was in any brigand hideout. Shortly afterward, a rough-looking guard came in and shoved a pitcher of water in her face. She was so thirsty that she didn’t say anything as he briefly unshackled one hand so she could gulp it all down. Soon it went to her bladder and worse yet, no one else came in the dungeon again for several more hours. Fatima moaned and pressed her knees together. She longed to take off her baggy silk trousers and empty her bladder into the wooden bucket that was placed cruelly at the other end of the dungeon. She knew it was haram to mention her need to relieve herself to strange men, but if she didn’t get the attention of anyone else outside soon, she was afraid she would wet herself. Just then, the iron door opened and two guards stepped in along with an extravagantly-dressed, handsome man in his early 20’s. Fatima was shocked to see that it was Prince Ahmed of Gaza. Fatima knew that Ahmed was always smitten with her, but she never reciprocated it, for she also was aware of his unscrupulous reputation (fortunately, her father was aware as well, so there would be no arranged marriage in the future). However, she never considered that he would be brazen enough to do something like this. “How are you doing this afternoon, my pretty?” Ahmed said, grinning lecherously. Ignoring her bladder, Fatima responded with haughty defiance. “How dare you abduct a family member of the Fatimid Caliphate? My father will have your head!” Ahmed laughed. “And what will that doddering old lump of camel dung do to me if he doesn’t know where you are, let alone that I’m responsible? My men made sure one of your guards was left alive to get news back to Cairo. As far as anyone will know, you were taken by brigands. Even my father doesn’t know you’re here!” The Sultan of Gaza had grown senile and was rarely seen anymore, thus leaving his son as de facto ruler. Ahmed then noticed her trembling, dancing legs with amusement. “Ah, you need to piss, I see.” Fatima’s face turned red with embarrassment, appalled at his vulgarity. “Well, maybe you’ll get to do that when you agree to be my wife without that stubbornness. I prefer spirit in my stallions, not my women. I’ll be back in another four hours.” He laughed again and turned around and walked out. “Hey, wait!” Fatima called out after him, but it was too late. Fatima continued to fidget in despair. Her need to urinate was a white-hot agony now and she felt there was no way she could make it till then. She hadn’t wet herself since she was three years old and she didn’t want to now. There was nothing she could do except try and not to think about it. Miraculously, she was able to do so as the minutes and hours crawled agonizingly by. Just as he said, Ahmed came back. “Have you changed your mind yet?” he asked as he yet again put on his lecherous, sadistic grin. Fatima didn’t care about haram anymore. She had to go NOW. “P-Please, PLEASE unchain me, I really need to pass water, please!” Fatima begged, close to tears. Her legs were involuntarily dancing furiously in place. “I’ll be yours and I’ll do whatever you want, please l…” “And how do I know you’re just telling me what I want to hear so you can urinate?” Ahmed said, clearly enjoying her agony. His two guards also laughed. “Maybe I’ll leave you here overnight until you’re sincere.” “PLEASE, I need to….” Then Fatima just couldn’t hold on any longer. “Oh, no, no, NO, NO, NO!!!” She began to cry as urine seemed to explode into her trousers and flooded down her legs. An enormous puddle formed at her feet and the spattering sound echoed off the walls of the dungeon. Ahmed and the guards and stared at the amount of liquid that came out of her with amazement, then they started to laugh. Fatima ignored them as she hung her head down and sobbed with humiliation. She hoped her father would figure out what happened soon.
  9. Revenge on the teacher

    THE REVENGE Remember last week when I said that the teacher made me peeing myself. And then I took a shower, she brought me mew clothes and gave me something sweet. Later that day, i realized that the sweet gift wasn't enough for me and I decided to make a plan about how to make my teacher peeing herself. I began to think deeply for several minutes,hours,days and nothing came in my mind, and i was very frustrated. Looked like I was out of ideas. I went to my bedroom and lay in my bed and starting to take a nap for some hours. 2 hours later(12:00) I heard my phone ringing, looks like someone needed me. Guess what, it was the teacher's husband, he called to come to their house for some reason. Firstly, i thought that he called me about my accident that happened one week ago. But it wasn't like that. When i entered the house, he took me to the couch and he started to ask me where is her wife(the teacher, of course). He said that she's been away from home for 3 days and then he said that he was so worried, probably someone kidnapped her, he doesn't know what actually happened. 2 minutes later, I've got an idea: i asked him if I can look for her in the whole city, just to cheer him up. And to my surprise he agreed but only if I call him when i finally got her. So technically we have a deal. He gave me some binoculars and then I left for the city while he wished me luck. 1 hour later(15:00) I searched for her in the whole city and I couldn't find her, i looked for her in restaurants,night clubs,theatres and churches but no luck until I noticed the last restaurant where i didn't look for the teacher. I missed this place from the map. Then i started to look at the interior trough the window till i spotted the teacher. She was sitting next to a guy and I thought maybe is her brother or cousin but neither of them was. Looks like our teacher had a ''male sidechick'' (i don't know how to describe the person but you get the idea) she was dating him, even though she was married and guess what I did, oh yeah I was about to call her husband but felt like i could do more than that. I took a picture of her and that guy. It was 17:30. I headed to my house without calling her husband because I forgot to do. OK, let's just skip to the interesting part. The clock shows: 19:30. I stayed on my computer until someone rang my doorbell. I went downstairs and opened the door. It was my teacher. I saw her doing the pee-pee dance and then I realized that she has to pee. She came closer to me and asked: her: Hi, today I drank a lot of fluids and I didn't find any restroom in the city. Can I use your bathroom? When i heard that, fast enough I found an idea: making her sit on the armchair like what she did to me last week, but first I wanted to have a conversation about me and my little meeting with husband. So i had to choose between letting her pee like a good guy or making her suffer. I chose the easiest one, get it :)))))))))))). Then I answered: me: Can we have a conversation first? her: I can't. I really have to pee. me: sorry miss. Remember when you told me to wait till i finished the exercise. I also had to pee really bad. Now it's your turn. her: fine, i'll wait. Great!!!! Now she's mine. She can't escape. I asked her where she was and she said: home and then I was like: really??? After that, i spilled the beans about my ''plan'' with her husband which was about me looking for her in the whole city and calling her husband afterwards. Then I showed her the picture of her with the previous guy from the restaurant. When she saw the photo, she was shocked and starting shaking. She begged me not to sent this photo to her husband. And another idea has come in my mind: me: I won't but only if you do something for me. her: OK. What do you want? me: I want you to stay here for the rest of the night, sitting on this armchair while watching something at TV, without going anywhere, neither to the bathroom. her: Can I do this after I pee? me: Sorry, miss! if you go, I am about to sent this picture to your husband. And i don't think your husband will be so happy. Since she had no choice she agreed. Now she has to sit on the armchair for 3 or 4 hours. But I also made her drinking a glass of water 30 minutes each. OK. She sat down squirming and we were watching random stuff: documentary,films,cartoons etc. For the first 30 minutes, she put her hands around her thighs and started rubbing and tapping them. I forgot to say that she was wearing the same BLACK clothes she wore last week: the sportscoat,the pantyhose/tights, the skirt and the shoes. I also enjoyed watching her squirming and tapping her legs. I can say I got turned on by this. 30 minutes have passed, now she has to drink the first glass of water. 3 h left To be more interesting, we watched a documentary about rivers,waterfalls and since there is water and also water splashing sounds, it puts a lot of pressure on teacher's bladder. She couldn't take it anymore. For this amount of time, she started to do the same things but in a "weird" way. She was squirming and tapping/rubbing her legs again but quickly, she also did something new. By starting to move up and down,putting her hands on the cheeks like she was thinking, wiggling and also rubbing her shoes. Another 30 m passed and another glass of water. Let's skip again some parts For the remaining amount of time, she breathed very deeply and in a fast movement, as well. Since she drank by now 4 glasses of water, her urge to pee had increased and that meant she couldn't hold it any longer. She was about to stand up and heading to the toilet. But I reminded her that I could call her husband if she goes to the bathroom. She was doing some weird expressions on her face and holding her crotch very tightly until she loses control. She started to wet her black skirt and the armchair, too and then her pee was going down the floor. This took 1 minute. I could see her wet spot on her skirt from the back and also on her tights. me: don't worry, I won't tell your husband about this. her: thank you! me: so, we are even right? her: Yeah! i guess I started to feel a bit sorry for her. That's why I decided to let her take a shower and sleep in my room just for this night. Maybe i will cheer her up. I took her to the bathroom and gave her some pijamas. She washed her body for 30 minutes and then i took her to my room and i told her I only wanted to see how does it feel like to have to pee and the person next to you doesn't let you go. Then she apologized me because she didn't let me pee last week. I also apologized her and made peace afterwards. We became good friends after this and we slept in the same bed. END OF THE STORY!!! MORE STORIES COMING SOON
  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. female Meet my little friend.

    First of all I'd like to start this off by introducing this lovely girl I know. Let's call her... S. S is a girl full of fantasies as well as a lust to explore what is yet unknown to her, to a certain extent. We initially got in touch with eachother in a rather innocent way, as it had nothing to do with any of our kinks what so ever. After a while of having talked to eachother we began talking about what we both enjoyed, and surprisingly I decided to yet keep this kink that I have a secret - for now. Eventually we reached a point where we were comfortable enough to talk about any- and everything and oh boy did we crack open some delicate topics! One of these topics lead to this experience as well as the pictures listed below. The topic we decided to explore was under the Sub/Dom category and involved controlling her... I saw this as a sneaky oppertunity to 'coincidentally' introduce her to the kink which I haved had ever since I was a child - Holding, as I'm sure many if not every one on this form knows of. She was a bit nervous and uncomfortable about it, until the inevitable ending occured; her not being able to hold it any longer and having to give in. She fell in love with this kink and we have since then explored it far more and I will definitely be sure to throw in a few more stories and possibly even pictures of her, as she is very eager to explore further and hear what people have to say! I'll be sure to return some other time with more content - but for now this is all I have to contribute. Have a wonderfully wet weekend, folks. - Mr Strangerous. For those that are curious I can confirm that her age is indeed over 18.
  12. Bollywood Bladder

    “Cut! Say it with more feeling, Raj! Feeling, understand?!!” The movie shoot started at around 6 a.m. and it was now 17 minutes past two in the afternoon. Even though Mallika didn’t know it had been exactly that long, she did know it had been a long while, especially since she needed to urinate very badly at the moment. To make matters worse, her hands were tied to a wooden pillar behind her (this was part of the movie plot where the character she was playing was kidnapped---earlier on during filming, she was given a glass of water to drink and it was giving her trouble now). But even if she could go use the toilet in her trailer right now, she was too embarrassed to admit it to the mostly-male film crew that she had to relieve herself. It was the longest movie job Mallika had been on so far, but she had known before that the director Mr. Tilak was a perfectionist. But then a couple of minutes later, Mr. Tilak decided to take a break. “Cut! Let’s break for five minutes. One second over and you’re fired!” Mallika could count the number of words in Marathi that she knew on one hand, but “cut” and “break” were two of them. She breathed a sigh of relief, but to her horror, nobody stopped to untie her even as they went outside of the abandoned warehouse where the filming was taking place (or in Mr. Tilak’s case, to his trailer) to relieve their own bladders. The language barrier didn’t help, either. There was no way Mallika could admit that she had to pee, but she had to get someone’s attention somehow. Just then, she saw Samy---her lassi-wallah and the only person on the film crew who understood both Marathi and Tamil---come back inside the warehouse. As she got ready to call his name, she was shifting from foot to foot uncontrollably underneath her red sari. “Samy?” He turned his head. “Yes, madam?” Then a look of shock and regret came over his face. “Madam! Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot about you! I’m sorr…” “It’s alright, Samy,” Mallika replied, slightly annoyed. “Could you untie me so I can have my lunch?” “Yes, madam.” But instead of untying her, he ran to her trailer to get her a mango lassi. He wasn’t a very smart man. She also would have preferred to talk to her female assistant Madurai (whom she would have been a little less embarrassed to admit her need to urinate to), but she was still outside. “Now untie me, Samy,” she said when he came back with her lassi. “Oh, right, sorry, madam!” he exclaimed. But just when he started to, the break was over. “Alright, everybody back to work!” Mr. Tilak bellowed while clapping his hands twice. “Samy, what are you doing?!!” “Mallika needs to eat, sir,” Samy replied in Tamil-accented Marathi. “There’s no time for that!” Mr. Tilak snapped. “Now get out of the way of the cameras!” Samy just shrugged his shoulders and then walked away. “Action!” Mallika’s heart sank as her last chance to pee for when she didn’t know how long went away. The sensation of her full bladder was sheer agony, but she knew that it was haraam for her to admit it to a man. Three more hours passed as they continued filming, but for Mallika and her bladder, it felt like an eternity. She had her knees pressed together and she was futilely trying to keep a straight face. She wished her hands were untied so she could bury them deep into her crotch. She was also sweating heavily from both the heat and from her desperation----it dripped off her face and onto her ample chest. Mr. Tilak kept filming and re-filming a scene where Raj’s character is berating one of his lackeys and she was wondering how many times he would keep doing it. But then Raj started pouring a bottle of wine into a glass (which was also written in the script) and suddenly Mallika couldn’t hold it any longer. She didn’t care about haraam, shame or modesty anymore----she needed to pee now and she would wet herself if she wasn’t untied to do so. “I-I need to go to the toilet!” she blurted out. “What did you say?!!” Mr. Tilak responded, neglecting to yell “cut.” “Mallika said she needs to go to the toilet,” Samy translated. “She can wait until filming is over,” Mr. Milak replied unsympathetically. “There’s not much light left!” “Please, I need to go very badly!” Mallika continued to beg while Samy translated again, her legs trembling. “I ca…” She suddenly felt a spurt of urine escape from her body and into the crotch of her silk panties, making her gasp. Then she struggled to keep herself clamped shut. “I said you can wait!” Mr. Talik shouted. “I don’t care how big of a star you are. On my set, I’m in charge!” “But I h...oh, no, no, no, no!!!” Her bladder could take no more torture and she began to wet herself. Urine poured down her legs and saturated the front of the lower half of her sari. It splashed onto the ground, forming a huge puddle at her slipper-clad feet. She could feel the warmth as she sobbed in utter humiliation. Mr. Tilak and the rest of the film crew just stared in complete shock. After the last of her bladder’s contents had emptied into her clothes, Mr. Tilak broke the silence. “Cut! We can use some of that footage. Very realistic, Mallika!” Mallika sobbed even louder upon hearing this, her head hanging in shame.
  13. 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….
  14. 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/
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  16. Hi, friends! I've decided to ty writing again, and the incomparable and immensely-talented @Brown&yellow agreed to let me use some of their drawings to sort of caption with a small vignette. Here is the first; hope you all enjoy! Isabel Alvarez was not a timid woman. Born into a family of rich culture and vibrant heritage, it was in her very blood to be passionate in everything she did; her job, her friendships, her fondness for Internet dessert recipes; if it interested her, you could bet she was going to put her all into making sure she did it to the fullest extent. Her recently-established gym regimen was no different. Gotta have some way to offset the physical expense for that 3-berry dump cake, right? And so, every morning for the past 6 weeks, Isabel had been hitting the machines pretty hard, her unmitigated zeal driving her to push past every physical limit she had in her bid to achieve her health goals. Not that she really needed it all too bad; as a relatively fit woman of 24, Isabel was no slouch when it came to looks, possessing a softly chiseled face along with a pair of dark amber eyes and two full, pouty lips that were pulled into an almost perpetual pout, implying strength whilst maintaining femininity. Her body was equally as desirable, if she did say so herself, sporting an almost sinfully curvaceous figure complete with a delightfully plump rump and two hand overflowing breasts that tugged at the eyes of even the most chaste of men, especially in the rather raunchy ensembles she regularly wore to the gym. Today was just another one of those mornings. She’d compressed her statuesque form into a pair of black-and-yellow Lycra leggings and a teeny yellow tube top that hardly did anything to contain her bountiful bosom. Sweat matted her brunette locks to her forehead as she finished off yet another bottle of water. What number was this? She’d lost count an hour ago as soon as she’d gotten to the mountain climber machine. She crumpled the plastic in her hand, tossing it into the recycling before grabbing another. Working as hard as she did, she always figured she needed to drink her weight in fluids to counter the immense sweat output. Normally, it worked out that way, and she was able to go through her entire workout hydrated and unimpeded. However, something was different. She was sweating, alright, but the sheen on her bronzed skin only accounted for a small percentage of the liquids she consumed. Most of it had been steadily trickling into her bladder since the first bottle, manifesting as an urge in the first 15 minutes and a dull ache after a half hour. She had adamantly forced it down, opting to continuing her workout despite the building pressure. That was another thing about Isabel; she was incorrigibly stubborn, unwilling to be distracted from her task, even at the behest of her own body. That was nearly two and a half hours ago. She looked positively pregnant with pee now, her swollen abdomen bulging almost grotesquely out of her leggings as she defiantly chugged yet another bottle of water, her face red both from physical exertion and the effort it took to contain the ocean of urine nestled betwixt her quivering thighs. A few of the gym goers had ceased their workouts to ogle at the woman’s rotund abdomen, whispering to themselves about the obviously monumental pee the valiant-spirited woman was denying herself. Great as her willpower was, even Isabel could not combat biology. She grunted a bit into her bottle as a sizable squirt from her clenched nethers dampened the gusset of her leggings, dripping onto the floor with a light *pat, pat*. At this point, it was only pride keeping Isabel from completely breaking down into a twitching, writhing dance of desperation. She had come this far, she would not be bested by her bladder, not now. Finishing the bottle, she disposed of it as well, her face tight and her lips trembling as she attempted to get back on the mountain machine. She grit her teeth as the motion sent jolts through her overripened organ, making her knees knock with the effort of holding back the immense flood. Swallowing and steeling herself, she began to move her legs up and down, vehemently ignoring the protests from her screaming kegels. Her stomach was so bloated that quads actually kneaded into the taut flesh of her abdomen as she worked, each pump causing her face to contort in agony as her overfilled pee-pouched was jostled and squeezed from both sides by each motion she took on the machine. She tried to keep going, but the pressure was too great. In one last bid for control, she pulled one hand of of the grips and thrust between her shaking thighs, gripping at her soaked crotch as she tried to salvage what was left of her quickly deteriorating willpower. It bought her some time, but eventually, the reinforcing pressure was overcome by the sheer volume of pee she was containing. She lasted may 2 more minutes before the scale finally tipped. The battle was lost; it was now only a matter of time before even retreat ceased to be a viable option. The bodacious brunette threw herself off of the machine with a strangled cry, both hands thrust up underneath her protruding bladder as she stashed towards the ladies, spurting intermittently into her fingers. She shoved aside the door, staggering into the lavatory as her face contorted in agony. She leaned against the wall for support with one hand, the other still clutching at her trembling womanhood, the whole crotch of her leggings practically dripping with her amber bounty. She managed to stumble into a stall, tearing down her leggings as her muscles gave way, rivulets of her nectar streaming down her trembling inner thighs. She was practically already peeing full force as she threw herself at the toilet, not even having time to remove her panties as she thrust her bum over the mouth of her porcelain salvation. Torrents upon torrents of pee gushed out through Isabel’s panties, splattering noisily into the bowl below. So intense was her need, she did not even feel relieved for the first few moments, her face still tight with pain before dissolving into a visage of pure, unadulterated bliss. She leaned her head back on the wall, her mouth agape as her pee continued to rope out of her with unmatched fervor, her corpulent bladder slowly deflating to its normal size as her muscles twitched with almost orgasmic release. After nearly two minutes, her stream tapered to a stop. For a moment, Isabel couldn’t move, the relief leaving her nearly insensate. She merely sat there, the sound of her residual drips and labored breath echoing throughout the stall. Her bladder felt numb, faintly humming within her abdomen as she savored the sweet sensation of emptiness, her breasts still heaving. With some difficulty, she pulled herself up off of the toilet, stumbling a bit as she put her weight over her jelly-like legs again. She blindly groped around for a bit of toilet tissue to wipe up what she could before tossing it into the toilet and flushing. With a swallow, she made her way out of the bathroom, keeping her head down as she hurried to collect her things and stride quickly towards the exit of the gym. After that incident, Isabel remained the same lively woman, fiery and vivacious…though never again was she too proud to duck into a restroom whenever the urge struck!
  17. To give you guys some background, I will start telling what caused me to pee my pants. Since Friday I set a goal for myself to become more fit and to eat a little more healthy. So I decided to drink at least 2 litres of water a day. I started early in the morning with a big glass of water, grabbed myself a 0,5 litre bottle for the road and headed of to work. I will not get into detail with the first part of my day, because otherwise the story would be way too long, but I will give you a short resume. I work as a speech therapist and I give those sessions in schools or I go to the people’s houses or I work in my office with my collegues. Anyway, Friday’s are always long days. I start working early and always have to drive around in my car a lot, from one place to another. I sometimes feel like I’m living in my car. When I’m working, I’m normally not drinking that much, because I find it kinda embarrassing to ask my patients if I can use their toilets while I’m working in their house. So I rather hold it. I have a stash of diapers in my car and I often use them. Sometimes I put them on before I go to work or sometimes I put them on in my car when I’m in desperate need. Wearing a diaper to work, I do that with an average of once a week, but I do it more because I enjoy the feeling than because I actually need it. I mean, I can manage my toilet breaks and when I pee in the diaper, it’s often on my way back home, because I think it’s a waist not using a diaper what it’s designed for. Anyway, I’m dwelling. Since I’m not used to drinking all that much water, my bladder ofcourse reacted. I drank the water at a steady pace, drinking from my bottle and refilling it constantly. The morning was rather calm, but in the afternoon I had to work way more. So I decided to wear a diaper, just in case of any emergencies. During the day I have been desperate more than once in front of my patients. Tugging my pants, shifting weight in my chair and crossing and uncrossing my legs. When I came home in the evening I counted the times I had peed during the day: 10 times of which twice in the diaper while I was waiting in my car to go to the next patient. I undid myself from the diaper and wore my normal turqoise panties again. In the evening I met up with my best friend to go to a pub and have a chat. I already drank 1,75 litres of water during the whole day, so I had almost reached my goal. No giving up now. I ordered two waters during the evening while my friend was having some beers. Knowing I had now drank more than 2 litres of water, some soda in my lunch break and some soda during dinner, my bladder probably had to deal with more than 3 litres of liquid during the whole day. At 00.15 I started to get desperate. The desperation came all of a sudden, while my friend was having a serious conversation, Thinking it would be rude to interrupt her, I just started shifting around in my chair again. I glanced over to the door of the bathrooms and right next to the door, I saw an ex collegue of mine. I had had a long day and I was getting really tired, so the last thing I wanted to do was pass by him and have some smalltalk. Sounds rude, but I really wasn’t in the mood for that, so I just waved at him. I thought I could manage to hold it until I was home, because that wouldn’t take much more time. We were both getting tired. Just as suddenly as the desperation started, it dissapeared again and felt much more at ease. Around 00.45 we decided to go home. I had to drive my friend home, a seven minute drive. About halfway, we said how much fun it was to be able to spend our time like this: talking to eachother while driving into the night with the music out loud. My friend joked about making a detour or driving somewhere else to prolong the moment. Me, being the good friend, I immediatly slowed down the car and took a sharp right turn into another street. Thus started our detour! But maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. We drove around for about 15 minutes and joked around. When we were about three minutes away from her house, the desperation reappeared. You know how you have these two kinds of desperation? The one were you can feel your bladder’s really full and it aches a lot and the one were you can feel that the piss is already in your urethra. It was the latter that hit me. We were still in our detour and I immediatly felt I wasn’t gonna be able to hold my pee for a long time. This was not good. I asked my friend if I could turn around and head home. She said it was alright. I started speeding like crazy. My friend knows about my fetish, so I was really embarrassed and I didn’t dare to start doing a pee dance in my car or pushing my hands between my legs to hold myself. She knows how I secretly enjoy this and I didn’t want her to make a comment about it. Instead I only pressed my legs together as hard as I could. I was getting really nervous. My eyes flashed outside, looking for a place to pee when I dropped her off. But we were in the middle of the city, so no way I could just pee outside. Knowing I wasn’t gonna be able to hold it, I just hoped I would make it to her house so I could just let go when she stepped out of the car. The moment I pulled over to her driveway, I felt a huge spurt dampen my panties and dripping down toward my butt. I pressed my legs some tighter. All I could hope for was my friend getting out of the car really fast, but instead she opened the door so so slowly while still talking. Another spurt found it’s way out of my bladder. She stepped out of the car, looked over and said goodbye. Another spurt. My legs were shaking, my hands making fists. Pee was pooling between my legs. Luckily my pants were black, so my friend wouldn’t be able to see what was happening. The moment she closed the door and waved, the gates opened. I glanced over at my lap while putting the car in reverse, and I saw the wetness spreading all over. No matter how hard I tried, my muscles wouldn’t tie up and I just couldn’t stop peeing. I gave up the fight and gave in to the feeling of my warm piss spreading all over my legs and my butt, before being absorbed by the carseat. I rubbed my hands between my legs and over the wetness. 30 seconds later I finally stopped peeing and I drove home sitting in my own piss. When I parked the car in front of my house, I put some more pressure on my bladder and started peeing again. I was amazed by the amount of pee I could still let go. More wetness, more rubbing. I was enjoying this way too much. I opened the front door, hoping I wouldn’t run into my parents or my sister and quickly went upstairs. After undoing my wet pants and panties, I pulled a diaper out of my closet and put it on. I was so arroused about what just happened. After blowing off some steam and before going to sleep, I downed another big glass of water, just to make sure I had to pee in the middle of the night so I could use the diaper instead of the toilet. And so I did. This was only the first day of me trying to stay hydrated. I wonder what the next days will bring ;)
  18. 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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  19. 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!
  20. 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
  21. 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.
  22. 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
  23. 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.
  24. Found on VK. Enjoy Liesje GPS code [720p].mp4
  25. 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