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  1. 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!
  2. 'How.....How did it come to this....' Hours past.....Tragedies averted, perversions diverted, and agonies distorted..... All leading up to this one...final....intense moment.... It all started a day much like any other. The sun peeked out over the horizon, slowly raising to see our story's heroine listlessly....Fruitlessly tossing and turning in bed.... "Nnnnn....I wanna go back to sleep...." she grumbled for what was likely the fifth time that morning, but she couldn't shake this sense of....unease? Discomfort? Dread? No..it wasn't any of that.... No...Kozuko Motou [Koz-Mo for short], was..... ... In a rut. 'I get up... I work....I go home for some internet time....and I go to bed..' she thought to herself, before eventually prying the colors off of her. 'Feels like I'm just like a train, stuck on the rails until the day i shut down....' She didn't hate the system for it's part in things... No....It was just a....sense of looming despair that was washing over her.......A sense of dread, eating away at her sanity... She could always try out attending that school that she received an invitation to weeks ago to break up the monotony.......Maybe.. ... Or she could see if there were any new uploads to that site she frequented in her quiet time.... .... Or... .... "Buh...I just need to do something exciting..!" she quipped to herself as she fought her way out of bed..... A small frame, accented with long, dark brown hair that went halfway down her back....Wildly untamed at this time of the day. with Red pajamas hugging her lithe form snugly, as something started to shimmer behind her.... A mysterious essence, vaguely humaoid, with a mixture of purple and blue skin...Hands running over her hair, and straightening up her outfit..... "Nnn..Thanks Lotto." she muttered as she continued mulling over her decisions... The mysterious entity floating alongside her as she trudged through her apartment.... Lotto was...as she boldly stated in her movie, was a 'Sit'...A power that always sat behind her...Always watching over her, and always supporting her. It drew upon her own natural essence and emotions.... Always did what it could to support and care for her.... So, when it was coming out on it's own, she knew she was in a slump. She was grateful for it's help, but she still found herself pacing around awkwardly as the morning grew onward..... "There has to be something..." she thought to herself out loud as she made her way to the bathroom for her morning visit, her own personal timer starting to give her a few nudges where to go...... "...Oh..!!" when an idea hit her. When was the last time she'd felt frantic excitement? Such wild intensity? Such a strain to accomplish a goal in mind, blasting away the daily routine? "The Alliance Challenge, of course!" She completely discarded the notion of a bathroom to rocket to her computer and quickly navigated the pages of the web and forums....Coming upon her salvation...her relief..Her break from the monotony. Many, many months ago, our heroine had taken on an Ordeal of massive proportions, pushing her to her very limits, and even further over! She had fought, tooth and nail, for all of the marbles. Her pride, her dignity, and her well being! She had ultimately emerged victorious, at a hefty cost.....But, that wasn't something she could fret about now... No..This was a time for action, not mulling about. "If this doesn't get me out of my funk, nothing will!" she called out triumphantly, reaching for, and thumbing out her phone. "Gotta call work, tell em I won't be showing up for today..! I've got to be ready..!" She studied the past recollection, and thumbed through her emails to try to scrap together as many details as she could.....Picking up with various materials, necessary items, and various additional things.... Thinking excitedly about what she was preparing to do...And feeling the surge of excitement coming back to her..... "First up, the outfit..!" she called, dashing to her wardrobe and thumbing through for garments in question.... A lovely plaid miniskirt that came just above the knees, complimented by black knee socks that would compliment said skirt nicely..... A familiar jean jacket, with a black designer shirt underneath it...A black beanie to put over her dark hair...Which Lotto would help her tie into a pair of twintails. The only discrepancy from her attire came from the undergarments, purely by way of chance. She couldn't wear the same pair as prior, for a mixture of obvious reasons....Settling instead on some reddish cotton panties, and a similarly red bra. Pink was just light red after all, right? "Alright..! Time for Kozuko Motou to transform! Henshin a Go-go, baby!" She discarded her red pajamas, showing off copious amounts of nearly snow-white skin, Lotto assisting her in her transformation from everyday working girl Kozuko...into the internet Omo-Ninja and cinema sensation, Koz-Mo! "Alright...! Now to get ready for today..!" she told herself, grabbing two extra pairs of panties, a few plastic bags, a mug, and a handful of change to deposit in her bag... Slipping into some fuzzy black boots as she prepared to tackle today! ... ......... .............. About an hour or so later, she made her way to the Mall of her destiny, with a bit of nervous apprehension...and a bit of welling excitement. She had been here many moons ago, to have her climactic accident for the world to know.....But they would never see something like this to come... An encore..... "Or at least as much as I can muster..." she stated to herself as she paced in...Preparing herself mentally for this challenge. However, as she stepped in... The essence behind her quivered....And she turned. "Ah? Lotto?" she called...As the being shimmered...twisted...and distorted... Before slowly fading back into her... The girl's eyes widening. Lotto's powers were always...sporadic, and inexplicable, yet always within the context of her own goals. It would gain the power to combat a trial she was overcoming, then fade away at the end of her trial, with little retained. She didn't know what to make of it, as she knew no others with the power of Sits, but she knew she could count on it for..whatever she needed. Koz-Mo proceeded to the food court for a proper breakfast with copious amounts of beverages, as per her own story......Glancing around for her friends. It would be unlikely that she would meet up with any of them on this random, off day she'd brought onto herself.... As she glanced over to one of the long hallways that lead to a restroom.... "Come on, Don't be like that...You know you want it..." an unpleasant looking [and likely smelling] man called out to a woman with violet hair, who went to push past him. "For the last time, I'm not intereted.." she stated in a firm, low voice.....Flinching only when the man took hold of her arm. "I wasn't asking, sweet-cheeks." the vulgar man snapped..... Moving to grab much more than an arm... As Koz-Mo sprang into action..... "KOZMO...KICK!" she announced to the man, and the world as she made a profound LEAP of faith, Lotto's powers accenting her legs so she could perform superhuman like feats...As the heel of her boot met with the man's face with a resounding KA-RACK.... The man stumbling back... "Why you...!" he snarled in response, but Koz-Mo was quicker... Landing gracefully as her skirt fluttered down with a relentless assault of punches. "ORARARARARARARARARARARA!" she sounded off, each punch colliding with the man's body in tandem to completely overwhelm him, knocking him to the ground in a heap of pain. Koz-Mo watched as a few security guards at the mall hauled the man off... the mysterious violet haired girl turning to her. "Thank you for the assistance, miss." she mused with a pleasant smile, as Koz-Mo turned. "Just delivering justice upon evil! No thanks are needed." she replied with a confident grin, one hand on her side, while the other posed on her chest. It was a bit silly to pose after a victory, but dammit it was tradition. "Well, then....Between Just-us.." the woman answered with a sly...Amused expression. "You should take some of these. I have a feeling they'll be useful on your journey..." The woman handed Koz-Mo a strange, sealed bag of some kind of what looked like blue gummy candies, the packaging on the top cluing her in to their identity. 'Aqua Droplets: Sweeter than the Relief of a full tank! "Um...Thank you..?" Koz-Mo called as she looked up... but, to her surprise... The mysterious woman was gone! Confused, yet with her interest piqued, coupled with the adrenaline rush of a pervert beat-down, Koz-Mo returned to her spot at the foot court, and glanced over the package of droplets, the nutritional value having an...interesting discrepancy on the bottom of it. 'Warning: Do not ingest more than 3 droplets in an hour if you value your dignity, garments, and tinkle-tank's well being.' The text made Koz-Mo flush with embarrassment, given the woman's certainty that these would help her. Was she a witness to her prior escapade? Did she recognize her? Or was it all some kind of weird coincidence? And most importantly.... "Is this thing....Legit?" she couldn't help but ponder, the packaging seeming normal as she glanced over her shoulder. "Lotto! Thoughts?" The essence that covered her seemed to peek out at the bag of candies, a hand running over the bag.. Before curling into a thumbs up. If nothing else, she could be assured it was no toxin, drug, or otherwise harmful substance, as she tore open the bag. "Only one way to find out for sure.." she called to herself as she gingerly took one of the candies, and placed it in her mouth... Lightly sucking on it, and swirling it around in her mouth... Surprisingly, it tasted incredibly well! A strange mixture of sugary-glaze, with an oddly refreshing aftertaste that filled her mouth like her favorite soda. She barely realized she had swallowed the candy as it went down easily..... Prompting her to glance down at the bag. "Huh...interesting..." she called, lightly shifting her hips to gauge her own meter. She wasn't anywhere close to starting the challenges like before....and after about a minute of waiting, she let out a slight sigh. "Well, it was worth a try." she remarked with a wistful tone, grabbing a handful of the candies, and popping them in her mouth...Enjoying the pleasant, refreshing and sweet taste, washed down by whatever was inside of them..As she stood up to get some lunch.. Pang....Pang.....PANG! And flinching as she felt a sudden jolt in her lower belly. A sudden, pronounced need making itself known. She lightly pressed her knees together, blinking a bit as she recognized her urge... "Oh...Maybe..I just read it wrong..." she thought to herself as she started over to one of the many food stands, pleasantly surprised by the effects....And intending to push herself a bit further... .... .......... Only to find herself go from a brisk pace, to a staggered walk...to a slow hobble....To kneeling over in abject agony....To completely bent over, both hands buried in her skirt... "Haaahn...Haaaah...HAAAAH...!" she groaned out faster and faster, each moment feeling like she was a balloon being filled with a garden hose. Seconds felt like gallons being added, and she could barely move without feeling warmth coating her hands... "Nnn..!! NNNN....I..I can't...It's...It's..." she whimpered quietly to herself, losing herself in the pressure...The ocean...The waves...The sheer, oncoming flood...... "Aaaaahhhhhh..!!!!" As a fierce jet of crystal-clear liquid shot out of her, offering no mercy to her panties, her skirt, her socks, her fingers, or the very ground she slumped on. Her knees knocked, her legs shook, and her hips wobbled as spray after spray made a mockery of the human capacity to retain liquid. Her red panties were soaked from gusset to halfway up her posterior, trickling trails troubling her creamy legs, and saturating the black socks she had worn to accentuate the plaid, which was quickly starting to mat to her hips, and hands... Both of which were now bathed in warm wetness of Koz-Mo's personal Lemonade.... Her faucet relentlessly gushing out for several agonizingly blissful minutes.... "Ahhhnn..Ahhhhh.....!" The girl herself made several groaning, moan-filled pantings as every ounce of liquid she had been retaining...Or, what very well felt like every bit of liquid she had ever drank in her entire life was pouring out of her.... Her deluge of waters making a puddle that looked like it could fill a fountain.......And she still didn't feel even remotely close to empty! People were gathering...Marveling....Exclaiming.....Ridiculing...panicking.... She was making a scene... The biggest scene she could imagine in recent memory... "Haaaahhnnnn....Haaaa....Haaaaa...!!!" And yet, the girl's mind was completely scrubbed of any other thoughts than relief as she could do nothing but helplessly provide the mall with a bountiful supply of her waters, shuddering and shivering as she continued to pee on, and on and on.... losing herself in the mass of relief, and feeling her mind starting to go completely blank with relief...... Before she suddenly found herself back in her seat, with the handful of blue candies in her hand... And the essence of Lotto slowly flickering out of her body. "...Ah?" She checked at the bag, her garments, and most importantly, the area around her for signs of what she had just experienced, finding none. No people gawking, no massive Lake Koz-Mo spreading it's borders throughout the lands.. No onlookers mocking or marveling at her mistake. No growing stains on her skirt, no liquids cascading down her thighs, no dampness in her garments... It was as things were mere minutes ago...Completely free of the tinkle-turmoil that has entrapped her lands.... "Did...Lotto just send me...Back?!" she thought out loud, going to confer with herself to piece it together, with the being's help. She had indeed warped back to a 'Checkpoint' in her current plotline....just before the fatal mistake for her bladder's control..... Something that Lotto defined to her as a potential Wet End. She quickly deposited the sweets back in their packaging, and quickly tucked it away into her bag....Waiting for the telltale moment from her previous experience after she'd stood up.... Pang.... And, as if on cue, she felt the pressure in her own tank slowly coming to surface.... The first droplet affecting her. and making her press her legs together. Thousands of thoughts raced in her mind at this, about the mysterious woman..about Lotto's time-travel's trick...About the sheer-implosion of her bladder, mass of relief, and outright devastation of all liquids she ever held dear......But, none of them were important right now... No..... Now, was the time for something much more than that......With her bladder now at a suitably comfortable level of need, and with no risk of the forcible expulsion of her liquids... She could properly begin...The Alliance Challenge, Redux! \ --------------------------------------------------\ | To Be Continued...... | -------------------------------------------------- / / ========================================================================================================================================== AuthorFaust: Faust hopes you all have enjoyed part 1 of Koz-Mo's Alliance challenge, Redux! A Re-telling of Kozmofox's wondrous Kozmo Lotto Challenge This story is obviously inspired, heavily influenced, and otherwise instituted by Kozmo's lovely telling of her own experience, to which Faust has decided to do as a story in his own style, [With the blessing of KozmoFox, of course], but with a few extra...little twists. Feel free to go back and Read Kozmo's challenge to see what kind of things to expect, but be warned.... Not everything will go as it did for her, so stay tuned to find out what happens next in this Faust-inian remix of one of [If not THE in Faust's opinion] best experiences Omo.org has to offer! Expect drama, romance^, and Action galore! *Addendum: Romance is highly unlikely in this story. Instead, you should expect copious amounts of illicit, watery-y Wet-ends to sate the curious minds, and the majesty of the ever prominent answers to the question 'What If?' @KozmoFox Here is the first bout in writing! Faust hopes you believe it is a fitting story to work with your own experience!
  3. Alltheomorashi

    accident Return from hiatus!

    Hello and welcome to my grand return. I was offline for awhile due to personal reasons, but now back and ready to share so here goes. Hopefully I’m not too rusty! This experience was..... A doozy.... and while mortifying at the time I’m glad I can share it with you all now. —————————————— One weekend this semester, my friends and I decided to go for a drive to a lake not far from campus. We figured we could stay for a few hours, relax in one of our families’ cabins by the fire, and then head back. It sounded like a nice change of scenery and nothing seemed dreamier than a cup of tea in front of a roaring fireplace while overlooking a frozen lake, playing in the snow, or ice skating. I put on a big, fuzzy, and absolutely cozy sweater over a pair of black leggings. In the interest of avoiding panty lines I made sure to wear the only thong I owned, a lacy pink one I’d received as a gift. Once I pulled my hair back into a loose ponytail I was perfectly dressed for my winter adventure. Of course, the trip also required supplies. I grabbed a duffle bag and filled it with my snow pants, tea, ice skates, and snacks. Despite the snow outside, the temperature wasn’t too cold and, upon considering the weight of my snow pants and the heat they would provide, I threw in a pair of gray shorts too, to wear while playing in the snow. I zipped up the bag, grabbed a thermos of tea to go, and then hopped into my car. The car ride was relatively uneventful. I blasted music, sang along to the radio, and polished off my tea over the course of the hour and a half drive to get to the cabin. The ride is a scenic route, with minimal time on the highway and the majority of it down dirt roads through trees. When the cabin finally came into sight, along with my other friends standing in wait outside their cars, we hurriedly unpacked everything and headed in. We spent the first couple hours just chatting and drinking tea, I must have polished off at least 4 cups over that time, before a friend finally suggested we go enjoy the snow and frozen lake. We enthusiastically agreed and I went to my room, quickly changing into my gray shorts and snow pants before grabbing my winter coat and skates, and joining my friends. It was as we began building a snowman that the sheer volume of how much tea I’d had to drink hit me. It was a dumb mistake. I knew tea ran right through me. I gasped, hands flying to my crotch. Luckily I had wandered pretty deep into the forest in search of some nice sticks to use for arms. My snow pants were too thick for my desperate clutching to ease the pain too much so I quickly checked that I was out of view from everyone before scrambling to yank down my snow pants, shorts, and thong. I barely made it, my thong clearing my pee hole just as my piss began pouring out of me. The snow seemed to steam as I heard my stream gush out of me like a waterfall. When I had finally finished I couldn’t help but sigh in relief. I yanked all of my bottoms back up and, although embarrassed by the large section of yellow snow I’d left behind, I simply kicked fresh snow over it, grabbed a few sticks, and hurried to rejoin my friends, all of them oblivious to what I had just done. I thought nothing more of my bladder for awhile. This was my second mistake. I had forgotten that the last time I’d had so much tea to drink that, not only had it flowed quickly through my body, but I’d had to pee what felt like every 20 minutes for the rest of the evening. The next urge hit me while we were ice skating on the frozen lake. I was on the far side from the cabin when I nearly gasped out with the strength of the urge. My hands started to fly to my crotch once more but immediately stopped when I realized I was in plain view of my friends. I started to skate back towards the cabin as quickly as I could considering my desperation, which wasn’t fast at all. As the edge, and thus relief, grew nearer one of my friends suddenly grabbed hold of my hands, laughing, and spinning the two of us around. I grinned at her, after all she had no idea and was just trying to have a whimsical time, but inside I was grimacing. My poor sphincter couldn’t handle this and not only had I been denied relief but all the spinning was jostling my poor bladder. I was already starting to leak as she let go of my hands, but I’d grown dizzy with all the spinning and found myself slipping and falling onto the ice, ass first. As soon as I made contact with the ground the dam burst. Piss started flooding my thong and, with having so little material, my shorts were soon to follow. My friend hurriedly skated over to apologize and was about to offer me a hand up, but I knew standing would probably mean pee dripping into my skates and socks so, instead, I simply waved her off, laughing, even though I wanted nothing more than to cry. My shorts were soaked through at the crotch and butt quickly, and I could feel it pooling into my snow pants at an alarming rate until finally, finally coming to a stop. I suggested we head inside and relax for a bit before getting back on the road home, as the sun was about to set and it would soon be dark. The dirt paths were treacherous enough in the light of day, littered with potholes and full of twists and turns, let alone at night when visibility was low. My friends all agreed and only once they’d all turned around did I dare stand up. I cringed, face burning with shame, as I felt the piss that had pooled in my snow pants run down my legs, but none slipped out so I was in the clear. No one would know of my accident except for me. I hurried back to my room as soon as I was inside and free of my skates. I stepped into the shower of the en suite bathroom, removing my snow pants there so the pee sloshing inside would run into the drain instead of onto the carpet of the bedroom. When I walked past the mirror to put my snow pants back in my bag, I saw the extent of the damage. My gray shorts had gone black in a wide half circle around my crotch and another larger one on my ass. I was absolutely mortified at the image and quickly removed the shorts, wrapping them up in the snow pants and shoving both angrily into my bag. I dried off my legs and dried my thong until it was no longer dripping. I then slipped my leggings back on over the damp underwear and prepared to face my oblivious friends. The rest of my time there was pleasant and while not forgotten, my almost wetting and actual one both were filed away for me to agonize over later. As the sun dipped below the horizon, we all said our goodbyes and hopped into our respective cars. I had peed only 30minutes before so I assumed I would be fine to make the drive home as I let the others peel away into the woods. The first 30 or so minutes of my journey were fine. I wasn’t quite as jovial as I had been on my way down, but I made a point of focusing on the highlights of the day instead of the accidents. Eventually though my bladder once again made itself known. “Not again” I groaned, grabbing hold of my crotch. By now it was too dark to pull over and pee on the side of the road and the nearest gas station wasn’t until I got off the highway and neared my apartment, but with only my leggings and thong between me and my peehole I figured holding would be sufficient until I could stop. So I clutched myself hard and went back to focusing on the road. Although this worked for some time, every pothole I hit felt like a stab to the bladder and I had to concentrate on the road so much due to the twists and turns, that I could barely put any attention on keeping back the oncoming flood. I began squirming in addition to my constant holding, and I nearly wanted to cry. Thankfully, I finally pulled onto the highway. Although I was still a good 20 minutes from the gas station, I figured without the worry of turning and pot holes, I could focus more on my bladder and drive faster. It wasn’t enough and with 10 minutes left to the gas station I felt piss hit my hands, beginning to wet myself for the second time that day. I quickly pulled over onto the shoulder, shoving my door open and racing to the gravel in hopes of reaching somewhere more private. While the thinness of my leggings had been a blessing before now they were a curse. My piss mostly shot straight through them as if entirely unimpressed, the black material quickly growing shiny. The dark should’ve given me cover, but in my haste I had run around to the front of my car before giving up and now my car’s headlights, still in high beam from the forest, were serving as a spotlight to my humiliation. To all drivers passing by it was obvious what was happening and I was powerless to stop it. I must have sat there pissing myself for 10minutes but it felt like hours. A few cars honked as they sped by, one truck full of teenage boys went so far as to slow down so as to roll down their windows and laugh at me as they recorded my shame. I gave them the finger but the gesture could hardly be taken seriously when I was wetting myself like a child and eventually, with one final laugh, they picked up speed once more and were gone. When my flow finally stopped, I dejectedly climbed back into my car and made my way home, cursing my luck, and vowing to buy some kind of wetting protection the minute I got home. Admittedly, I’ve been busy so that hasn’t happened yet but I’ve become determined to get some kind of leak guard within the next few days. Hopefully that will be enough.
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  6. TheGreatNobody

    Female A wet journey home

    I felt like writing, but did not feel like continuing my other, multi-chapter story at the moment, as I was still doubting where to go with that. So I wrote this, a one-off story, meaning to write something of average length. I ended up making it twice as long as I intended and putting more wettings in it, and some light erotic content in the end that was not planned. As I did not have a plot to follow, I did not re-read it as I normally do, so I'm sorry if I made some grammatical errors which I did not notice the first time. Enjoy :) A wet journey home It was a crowded afternoon at the train station, as Nadine took all her time to get her train. She wore a white-black striped top with short sleeves, a white knee-length skirt with white tights that stopped half way down her lower legs, and black shoes. She did not wear a bra, as her top was tight and her breasts were perky and size B, and she did not like how a bra felt. She wore her blonde, curly hair loose with a flower behind her ear, and was around 5’4 tall. She was a bright 19 year old university student and at the moment, she did not have a problem in the world. As she still had 20 minutes till her train would depart, and feeling a little tired from the journey before she decided to get some coffee at Sundollars*. After finishing her whole 50cl-cup she grew a little bit thirsty and got a bottle of soda at a little shop adjacent for in the train, as by now she only had a few minutes left. She knew her body well and after this, she would need the toilet quite badly, but did not care. “I’ll just use the toilet on the train as soon as I finish this bottle,” she thought. She did not like public toilets, and especially no train toilets, but she had accepted she needed to use them if she had to, as her bladder was rather small and she needed the toilet quite frequently. (*if a certain coffee company would want me advertising for them, they have to pay http://omorashi.org/public/style_emoticons/default/tongue.png) As the train rolled in, she was surprised; it was a train much smaller than normally, only 2 compartments. It did not matter much, as there were not that many people going in the same direction (there were only small train stations on route). As she got on at the front compartment, she noticed that toilet was out of order. The door was broken and there were clear signs of vandalism behind it. “Not a problem at all,” she thought, “there should be another toilet in the back of the train.” She walked through the train to the back, and sat down not too far from the toilet, just to be sure, and started sipping from her soda as the train started moving. She had 2 seats for herself, as she liked it, and started listening to some music. She was so thirsty, because of the coffee and the hot summer day combined, that before she realized it, she had downed the whole bottle. “Hmmm, I’ll probably need to take a leak pretty soon now” she thought. About 5 minutes after the train had left, an older girl, probably 22 years old she guessed, with a rather slim and tall figure, who had just left for the toilet came back almost instantly, and it made Nadine curious, so she got out her earplugs, and just heard her complaining to her friend. “…rather wet myself than use that, it’s disgusting” was all she could hear. Now she was alarmed: exactly how bad would it be? Her urge to pee was increasing a bit, as she saw another girl, 13 or 14 years old, do the same, complaining to her mother she would not make it home if she could not use the bathroom. Nadine decided to check for herself, and decide what to do, as she was getting desperate rather quickly now, as she drank half a liter of coffee and half a liter of soda within a few minutes. It hit her bladder hard. As she opened the stall, she knew it; she was not going to use this. There was puke splattered on the walls and over the toilet, no way anyone would want to use this. She sat back down, disappointed, and thinking what to do next, as she saw the older girl, with brown hair and a beautiful face, shifting in her seat. She wore a black top which left the lower part of her abdomen exposed, and beneath that she wore loose, orange shorts which only covered the top quarter of her legs. She went on complaining about her situation. “I swear, I’m going to need the bathroom really soon, I’m not even sure I can make it till our stop” she said. Her friend tried to encourage her a bit half-heartedly, saying cliché stuff like “I’m sure you can make it, just try to hold on a little longer”, but you could hear she was actually kind of annoyed, paying more attention to her phone than her friend, who was now constantly moving with both hands between her legs. Nadine recognized this behavior; more than once had she been in this situation and those movements where almost always a sign she was not going to make it. But that was a while ago, her last accident was when she was 17, while cycling home from a party. She still remembered it as if it was yesterday, all her embarrassing accidents and the teasing she used to get from her classmates. She was happy now, after moving to a new city where no one knew her history. While recalling her accidents, her bladder was filling up more and more and she started fidgeting a bit, but it was nothing compared to what the other girl was doing. She saw her double over, move around in her seat and suddenly gasping. Her face went red. “Can’t you sit still for a while?” her friend asked, oblivious of her situation. “No, I am really almost peeing in my shorts” she answered. Then her face lit up; “Look, our stop is next, maybe I can make it.” She then stood, and Nadine noticed a wet spot between her legs, as the girl doubled over instantly, facing Nadine. She heard a faint hissing sound. “Woah, you’re really wetting yourself? You’ve wet the seat!” the girls’ friend shouted out. Now the unfortunate girl had all the attention, as Nadine saw the wet spot between her legs increasing and a small trickle was going down both her legs, as tears started to roll down her cheeks. Soon enough the sound of dripping pee from the back of her shorts was heard, and the trickles of pee going down her legs increased slowly, completely wetting her white shoes and socks. “I… I… c… can’t hold it” the girl said, sobbing a bit, as she gave up. She parted her legs a bit and suddenly a waterfall formed between her legs, splattering the seats around her. Everyone was suddenly hurrying to get their bags out of the way for the already large but still expanding puddle. “I can’t believe you Tanya, you’re 21 and wetting your pants like you’re a 5 year old, don’t you have a little bladder control? Ewww, there’s pee on my shoes too!” her friend shouted, as the train stopped, and Tanya ran out as soon as she could, followed by her inconsiderate friend. Nadine followed her with her eyes and saw her running down the stairs. Where the front of her shorts were still 60% dry, the back of her shorts were almost completely soaked. She clearly had already wet more than she had thought while sitting down. Nadine glanced over to her seat and saw the wet spot was bigger than a basketball. She felt bad for the girl, as she knew exactly how she must have felt. As Nadine focused on her own predicament again, she noticed how bad she had to go too, and she still had a 30 minute train ride and a 15 minute bus ride with no time in between before she got to her flat, which was at the 7th floor. She started to panic a bit, but she was not the only one in trouble. “That’s it, I am going to complain about this, it is ridiculous to not even have 1 working toilet on board” she heard the mother in front of her say. “No, please stay here, I am going to have an accident” her daughter answered panicky. “Doesn’t matter, the more reason to complain,” her mother answered. “Let me go with you then, I am scared I will pee myself!” the daughter answered, as she got up and followed her mother. To her amazement, Nadine saw the girls butt and back of her upper legs were already wet. This was a new experience for Nadine: she had seen other people than herself have an accident before, but most of them were still little kids or drunk and she never saw 2 accidents within a few minutes. The last time she had seen someone who was not a kid have an accident that was not herself, was when she was 15 and a friend of hers was denied the toilet during a test, after which she had no choice but to wet her dress completely. Thinking of those incidents and seeing the girl in front of her in wet jeans like that was making her bladder twinge a bit, and she knew she had to do something to prevent her being the third girl to pee her panties. She was really desperate now, and her bladder was still getting fuller and fuller from the coffee and soda, although it was already aching and pressing against her skirts’ waistband. Then she thought of her old tactic for situations like this; it mostly worked to postpone an accident or just maybe making it in the nick of time. So she started to relax a bit, and instantly a spurt of pee was released in her panties, wetting and warming her private area. It was hard to stop after that, and some more dribbled out before she regained control. She checked under her skirt with one hand; to her surprise, her tights were still dry. This meant that in a minute she could do it again, as long as she made sure her skirt would not get wet, as it would show really well on this one. That’s why she used to wear dark black skirts in high school. She went on like this, letting a spurt out every minute to ease her desperation a bit. It worked a little, and Nadine could sit a little more comfortably while peeing her panties slowly, without anyone noticing. Then came the 5th spurt; she relaxed as she did all the other times, but when she tried to stop another spurt escaped, and another. She panicked and quickly put both hands under her skirt, clenched all her muscles and managed to stop spurting. While the last pee was dribbling out slowly, she checked her skirt for damage; as she expected, her tights were now wet between her legs and on her but, and her skirt was damp now too. Luckily it was not that bad, but she could not sit on it anymore and could probably not afford to release another spurt. Then the door opened and in walked the teenage girl with her mother behind her; her jeans were now soaked between her legs down from her crotch and her lower legs were thoroughly soaked. Her shoes were sloshing and she left a wet trail where ever she walked; she had a major accident. Her eyes were teary and her face was red. “Just sit down wherever you want, in fact move around to some other seats too” her mother said, “give those ***holes more to clean up”. However, the now completely silent girl sat down and was not planning on moving before they reached their destination. Not long afterwards, the train came to a stop at a station rather abruptly, instead of braking gently, and Nadine felt a jolt going through her bladder and felt her muscles relax; before she could realize what this meant she heard a hissing sound. She first got her skirt out of the way and then tried to regain control. Her bladder was still pulsing to get everything out as she managed to stop the flow by putting her hand almost in her urethra through her now warm and soaked tights. She had not wet anything crucial, but the woman in front of her had heard the loud hissing, as she and her daughter got up to exit the train. “Are you also having an accident? This is ridiculous. I am going to write a formal complaint, and you should do the same” she said. “…I …am in cont…rol again I think” Nadine answered shyly, humiliated to admit what had just happened. “Well, I hope you can still make it home without a further incident” the woman said, as she left the train, pushing her reluctant, wet daughter forwards. Nadine saw some people laughing and pointing at the girl as she got out, and some people watching in awe, as they used to do with her. Al the old feelings came back. Now she was dedicated even more to hold it, as she did not want to go through that again. There were still some people around her, now paying attention to her to see if she was the next one. “What the f*** is that?” she thought, as she noticed a boy watching her. There was a huge bulge on the front of his pants, and he had no pockets to put anything in. “What a pervert, probably likes it if someone gets humiliated” she thought, and now she had an extra reason to hold it. Luckily the next stop was hers. She walked over to the exit before the train came to a halt, as the bus would leave within a minute off arrival. This also gave her an opportunity to check her wetness; it was not too bad. Her skirt had dried in the meantime, and the back of her tights was not wet enough to make her skirt wet again, as long as she stood. The wetness between her legs was only a few centimeters down her thighs and she felt in control again; maybe she could make it with no one else noticing her situation, as everyone on the train was a stranger to her and they stayed there. As she got off, she heard someone commenting on how big of a stain she had left behind, but that should be the last she will hear about that. As she could not possibly run, she was just in time for the bus, hobbling as fast as she could, but staying in control. She saw some empty spaces in the back, but pretended not to see them so she could stand up and not make her skirt wet. She put her earplugs back in, only to find out her music was still playing all along, and pretended to not see or hear the 2 persons on the bus she knew; 2 other students she had met once in college. Now all she had to do was hold on until she was home. That was easier said than done; her bladder started filling up again, replacing the liquid she had let go in her panties. Half way there she started shifting and turning again, and after a sudden brake for a cyclist who was not paying attention, she could not stand still anymore. Meanwhile, there was enough room to sit all around her, but she was more comfortable standing so she chose to ignore that. With the last stop before she could get out, the driver braked much too hard; Nadine could just maintain her balance, but her bladder had started to give in, and she felt her now cold crotch getting warm again. “No! No! Not now! I will stop this!” she thought, and miraculously without putting her hands between her legs, she managed, but her thighs were now wet almost to her knees, thus almost expanding till beneath her skirt. That was also the moment to get off, as the bus had reached her stop in the meantime. As she stepped out of the bus, she felt another spurt escaping, but nothing more luckily. Now she just had to walk across the big crossing and into the flat, and get the elevator to the 7th floor. But the traffic lights were red and stayed that way. She decided to walk the first part of the crossing even though the lights were still red, as she saw no cars coming. Her wet thighs were rubbing against each other as she walked and they started to hurt. She waited in the middle between the roads as there were a lot of cars going in the other direction. She was constantly moving, and making an obvious pee-dance. Everyone could see she needed a bathroom and quick. As soon as the lights were green, she walked and hobbled as fast as she could, and she saw a male student, of whom she only recognized his face, cycling by and looking back at her, looking interested. As she finally made it into the building, she dreaded the wait for the elevator; if it takes too long, she might not make it home. It was almost coming out again and she knew there would be no stopping this time. However, when she decided to look up she saw the same boy who just cycled past her holding the elevator for her. That was her luck; it’s obvious why he does it and now he knows in what situation Nadine was, but she did not care. It was a sweet gesture and she was very thankful for it. Only when the elevator doors closed, Nadine noticed how much she stank; the small room filled rapidly with the smell of her pee. Tears started to well up behind her eyes, as now this sweet boy would know she had already peed herself quite a bit, but she could contain them. What she could not stop was her face going red. She still had to move around constantly, and faced away from the boy as much as she could. She felt her muscles start to weaken, and she started peeing slowly in her panties and tights. The elevator filled with a slow hissing noise, and Nadine felt the warm wetness expanding to the front and back of her tights and further down her legs. She could manage the flow a bit as the elevator came to a halt. She said “I’m sorry,” looking at her hero with teary eyes. She noticed a big bulge in his pants too, just like the boy on the train had, but she could not care. She headed for her corridor door, still peeing herself. As she tried to open the door, her muscles could not take it anymore and the waterfall started; she spread her legs, doubled over a bit and started to empty her bladder uncontrollably. It went everywhere, her shoes got soaked and because of her position, a large wet spot was growing on the front of her skirt and she felt it hitting the back of her skirt too, making a stream fall from her skirt to the ground there, adding to the expanding puddle. She had never held this much pee before; the hall in front of her corridor was now completely blank, and it was even dripping down the stairs to the 6th floor. While doing so, Nadine felt something she never felt before while wetting; she actually felt good. She had held it for so long, her bladder and her muscles were aching, and now instead of being in pain, her clothes got warm and wet. Nothing could compare to this feeling of relief; she was relaxed now and peed out completely. When she finished she turned around to check the damage, only to notice the boy still standing in the elevator, with an obvious boner; he was even touching himself beneath his pants. She then realized what she had done, seeing how immense the puddle was, and she could not hold her tears back anymore; she started crying and yelling at him. “Go away, you pervert, do you like it when I am crying? You are sick!” “No, I don’t like to see you crying, it’s just… ” he paused, “I like the way you look and the fact you peed yourself.” Nadine was stunned. She even stopped crying. “How could this be? How could anyone like this? It’s gross!” she thought. She stood there with her mouth wide open, as she saw the boy have a fierce orgasm. After they both stood in silence for some moments and when she saw the bulge disappear and only a wet soppy spot in his crotch was evidence of what just happened, Nadine said: “Please, don’t tell anyone about this, okay, it’s really embarrassing.” “Nothing to be embarrassed about I think, it looks great” he replied, “but I won’t tell anyone… if you let me see your panties.” She doubted this for a moment. She would really not like to expose herself that way, especially when she just wet herself like a child, and someone she knows could see what was going on and draw very wrong conclusions out of that. “I’m not sure” she said. “Then I’ll tell everyone I know” the boy replied. She thought some more, and really did not want anyone to know about this. “Okay, if you promise not to tell anyone” “I promise” the boy said. She then proceeded to lift her skirt up and pull her soaked tights down, and revealed her once clean pink knickers. She turned around for him, giving him a great view from all sides, inspecting her own damage simultaneously; the front was wet halfway up and the back was completely soaked, but you could see a difference; the upper part of the back and the sides of her knickers were a bit drier than the lower half, which were still dripping pee every now and then. She put her hand between her legs to get that old, familiar feeling from having peed her panties. She put her fingers on her clit through her half see-trough panties, and it felt great. Much different than how it used to feel years ago. When she realized the boy was still watching her, she quickly pulled her hand away and she looked at the boy again; he was watching her with the biggest eyes she had ever seen, and although you could still see a big spot on his crotch from his cum, his erection had reappeared just is big as it was before. “Alright, now go away please, I am going to get cleaned up,” Nadine said. “I could help you with that” the boy suggested. “I can manage, it’s not the first time” she said. Oops, now he knows she has wet herself before! “Then, can I at least have your name and phone number?” the boy asked, hoping to see more of her. “Alright, if you’ll go away. My name is Nadine. Do you have a piece of paper and a pen for my number?” The boy handed her some scrambled note from his pocket and a pen, and Nadine returned it after writing down the numbers 867-5309. “Bye-bye now” she said, as the boy gladly walked into the elevator and ascended to his own corridor. Nadine got her tights back up, now feeling cold, and walked into her corridor. She got a towel and cleaned herself up in the bathroom, getting naked from the waist down and thus only wearing her white/black striped top. When she was almost done, she heard someone knocking on the door. It was a male corridor mate named Lewis, and he apparently was desperate for the bathroom, but Nadine was not finished yet. “Hurry up, I’m almost wetting myself” he said. “What the hell,” she thought, “if he stays there he will find out anyway.” So she put the towel around her waist and put her tights and skirt over her right arm and her knickers in her right hand, while she got her sopping wet shoes in her other hand and walked out just like that. When she got out, Lewis stared at her in awe, but then he rushed inside and locked the door. Nadine could have sworn she saw an expanding wet patch in his crotch as he ran in, and as soon as he locked the door she heard the splattering of pee, much too soon to reach the toilet. “At least he will probably not tell anyone” she thought, and went to her room happy, thinking about what a strange last 1.5 hour that was.