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  1. Do I’ve been working from home for almost a month now, and it’s been a little strange. It’s like when I was a grad student again, but I can’t go out and get drunk with friends, attend seminars, or lounge around on punts lazily drinking Pims… I’ve had my ups and downs these past few weeks. In addition to the strangeness I’m sure we are all experiencing to varying degrees, work has been stressful. I work for a not-for-profit that deals with the public, and it’s gotten busier and more serious and the things go along, so apologies for not posting all that much new content. For those following me on FetLife, I hope you have been enjoying my walk down memory lane with my Vintage Experiences. Well, here’s a new one. So not to go on a longer tirade about COVID19, I’ll get right to it. Working from home has its ups and downs. The good things about it include being able to wander into by hubby’s office with little notice and get laid. Another positive is that I can sit around all day in diapers, or, if I wear a really big absorbent diaper, one diaper. The other day, I had a long marathon work session set up which would involve me sitting at my desk for all of the day, either in Zoom meetings, talking to volunteers on the phone, writing a grant report, or just checking emails (I’m sure I forgot a number of things… work’s been stressful). I’ve been longing to do this since I found my old story about doing a marathon study session in one very big diaper from back in my grad school days: Preparation I’ve been on a big Rearz kick lately, and have a pack of their adorable Lil’ Monster diapers sitting in my diaper collection. I love hoe big they make my butt, the crinkly sounds they make when I move, and how they prevent me from completely putting my legs together. There’s something very erotic about not being able to close your legs, like you are just a little vulnerable, but then you are also protected by a very thick poufy diaper… I have rather larger diapers, and when I put them on I swim in them a little, and I can feel them moving about if they are not taped on completed tight, and the friction of the padding and soft parts of the diaper rubbing against my sex is delicious. On this day, I decided to supplement the already awesome absorbency of Rearz diapers with a booster. I chose to slide in a Goodnite Trufit pad into the diaper. These make great boosters as they let the pee flow through them, and they hold almost as much as your average Goodnite, so about 1 Rachel bladder’s worth. After waking up and peeing in the toilet (like a big girl for one last time), I stripped from my sleeping PJs and panties, and lay naked on the bed. I applied cream to my girl bits to protect them from potential rashes, as I was planning on sitting in a (wet) diaper for many hours. I also applied lots of baby powder as well. Laying on my bed, I slipped the diaper with strategically places booster under my bum, and I taped it up nice and snug. Now with Goodnites will sometimes wear panties overtop of them, especially if I’m going out into public (ease of changes, and keeps the noise down), but these diapers are too big. They would stretch out any panties I put over top of them, and I don’t think I have any that would even fit (I usually wear Girls Size 14 panties…). So I slipped a pair of larger than average PJ bottoms on over top, and a professional looking blouse on over a tan bra (for the Zoom call). I then waddled into breakfast, the thick diaper and booster pad making normal walking a little difficult. My hubby, who was filling the kettle, noticed the clear crinkly sounds I was making and the growth of my bum. He raised an eyebrow, but he’s quite wise to his kinky wife’s random diaper wearing habits and didn’t comment. We did our breakfast thing and I fixed myself a big pot of green tea (Jasmine), after enjoying a mug of black tea with my scone. Our teapot holds about 4 big mugs of tea, and I was planning on working through this as the morning progressed. Green tea usually makes me pee really quickly, and I would never drink this much tea regularly, due to its effect which would seriously disrupt my day (constant bathroom visits can be a hassle). But with the diaper in place, I had a perfect reason to try to finish the full pot. I won’t bother you with a play by play of my tea drinking and diaper wetting, as I did not keep track of things as the morning progressed (I was too busy), and rather than trying a hold and flood approach, I ended up doing the ‘leak whenever you feel even the slightest urge to pee’ technique, which is satisfying, confuses your bladder, and also makes it impossible to know just how many bladder’s worth of pee your diaper is absorbing. I will, however, point out some of the milestones… Let the Wetting Begin I was at my computer at 9 am, padded, and ready for my Zoom meeting. The meeting took an hour, and my bladder was already full before the meeting ended. My breakfast tea had already worked its way through to my bladder, helped by the fact that I finished a mug of green tea after the first half hour. The first intentional wetting of such a lovely and comfortable diaper took a little effort, in that I had to consciously relax halfway through the meeting. The thirsty Goodnite Trufit booster easily absorbed everything and I carried on, with my colleagues and boss none the wiser. The rest of the morning passed with relative ease, and I continued to sip tea and pee into my diaper whenever I felt the urge. I emptied the teapot into my mug at around 11:30, and while the tea was almost cold at this point, I pressed on an enjoyed it. I could feel the wet swollen diaper through my PJ bottoms, and it felt… well… swollen. The Goodnite Trufit pad was clearly saturated and felt like I was sitting on a firm burrito, or something similar. The diaper had yet to leak, but I noticed another strange feature, and I don’t know if anyone else has had a similar experience. The full diaper force me to sit with my legs further back, I felt like I had (and I did) a huge wet bulk between my legs. Is this how having a big dick feels? Probably not… Anyhow, the sodden diaper forced me to keep my legs open, which, given the computer chair I sit on for work, forced my pelvis to be thrust forward in an uncomfortable way. I noticed some back and hip pain as a result. When noon struck, I had officially been in the now soaked diaper for about 3 hours! I got up and waddled to the kitchen for a quick lunch, which I ate at my desk. When I got up, the heavy diaper sagged and I was forced to re-adjust the tabs to make it tighter. Thankfully these diapers have a re-fastenable plastic landing strip, so this was not a problem. I also refilled the tea, but because I was buzzing from all the caffeine, I decided to try a different, herbal, tea. I was still jittery all afternoon. After lunch, I peed again, about half a bladder’s worth, and this time I did it standing up, as I was worried about the gathers not working given the addition of the booster. The diaper help up just fine, but was very wet and thick. I still felt hip and lower back pain as a result of the wet diaper hunch I was forced to assume to work at my desk. I also felt a little taller, as the thick, wet padding of the diaper under my bum was literally elevating me higher than normal. I had to lower my computer chair to comfortably keep typing! Anyhow, my fluid intake was reduced in the afternoon, due to the caffeine jitters, but I still put away two more mugs of tea. I leaked intentionally and consistently for the first hour, but then decided to hold it for one last big, full bladders worth, as I felt like the diaper was reaching capacity. I was also feeling very clammy in my diaper area, and the soreness from the wet diaper spreading was getting uncomfortable. At about 2 pm, my bladder was full, not like epic full, but full and ready to leak. My constant peeing throughout the day had lowered my capacity. So I stood up at my desk and released. The diaper was heavy! So heavy that it was sagging again. I thought against re-fastening the tabs, as undoing one might cause the whole thing to fall. Peeing, I could feel the warm, sensual wetness of the pee flooding my girl parts and adding to the warm mush that was already between my legs. I reveled in the feeling, and after peeing for a good 30 seconds, I felt a warm trickle down the inside of my leg. The gathers had given way, and a small trickle of lukewarm pee was running down my inner right thigh. The fabric of my PJ bottoms caught all this, but I knew it was time to change. The Aftermath Still feeling the occasional droplet escape and make it into my PJs, I waddled into the washroom. I shimmied out of my PJ bottoms, and beheld myself in the mirror. The diaper was huge! Massively swollen in the front and the back, and I was forced to stand with my legs apart, as its bulk would not allow me to bring them together. I appreciated my reflection for a little while, and then set about changing. The second I undid the taps the diaper threatened to plummet to the ground. I was able to hold the sides and carefully lower it to the ground. I then snapped the following pictures. As you can see, the diaper was very wet. Despite my being well hydrated, my pee was relatively yellow. The Goodnite booster pad was really thick as well. It felt distinctly bulky between my legs. Bundling up the diaper was a bit of a challenge, as the tabs were less sticky, having been refastened once. I added the razor for scale. So you can see just how bulky the final product is. Despite how wet the diaper was, some of the wetness indicators sort of remained. I love the cute designs on these! Lil’monsters! Anyhow, I was wondering just how much I’d peed, given that I had not really released full bladders, and I thought… I own a kitchen scale I never use, let’s put it to good use. So I jumped into the shower to clean off my lower extremities, and then, wearing a towel on my bottom half, scurried into the kitchen to grab the scale. As you can see, my diaper weighed in at 2.1kg! I will have to weigh one of the diaper dry in order to calculate just how much pee that was, but I’m thinking a good 2 litres! Anyhow, I disposed of the diaper (my garbage was going to be heavy this week), cleaned the scale and hurried back to work. I thoroughly enjoy the distraction the diaper provided me. It was mild at first, but then became very interesting. Oh and after cleaning up, I decided to put on a Goodnite, ‘just in case’ as I could not be quite as confident in my bladder after basically giving it the day off. I’m going to do this again, so stand by for another serious diaper wetting! Best, Rachel As always, if you enjoyed my writing and wanted to support my work, you can check out my wishlist, or buy a pair of my dirty or peed in panties!
  2. Hey guys! I really enjoyed writing this, more importantly, i hope you guys enjoy reading it! Any feedback/ thoughts, i'm happy to hear them. “I’m really not sure this is a good idea for me” this was my first thought when my friends sent me a link to an escape room type of deal. I mean, I love escape rooms but this one was slightly different, for one it was in some creepy old mansion type place and secondly, the webpage was plastered with pictures of people who had wet their pants. Which, as any of my friends will know, this is something I’m familiar with. Big time. There are just so many occasions, it is honestly hard to recount most of them. Like, there was the time I was on a rollercoaster and the bar pressed into my bladder too hard, I was too shy to say anything and wet myself as I was whizzing around. There was the time I got into a hysterical laughing fit at a friend’s house and, you guessed it, wet my pants again. You probably get the picture. I don’t have any medical issues or anything, I’m just shy and I lack the ability to control my bladder when It is even remotely full. So, when this popped up, suffice to say, there was much playful goading from my friends. “come on Emily, this is right up your street, you can have your picture on the wall with all the other pants wetters” thanks Noah, really needed that. In response, I sent the group a picture of us all when we were playing crazy golf, it’s a beautiful photo with all my favourite people in the world, the sun glimmering of the blue water in the background, the people in the background enjoying family fun and me and my friends in the foreground armed with our playful putters. Oh, and myself sat on my bum as a wet patch spreads around my denim shorts. It was kinda timed perfectly, because you can see the moment, I lost control and began totally wetting myself. Like, I’m sat on my ass, in hysterics because I fell over, I’ve got one hand in my crotch trying to stop the inevitable and my other hand covering my mouth trying to supress my hysterical laughter. It’s a moment of bliss, just tinged with a slight embarrassment. I wanted to send it cause I really love the photo and it reminds me of good times, the fact I’m wetting myself is kinda irrelevant, it doesn’t bother me anymore, I’ve grown used to it. Nevertheless, they weren’t going to give up without a fight, I figured I’d end up in this escape room one way or another. Lauren: “Look Emily, have a read of this” there was a link inserted at the end. Emily: “What is that?” Lauren: Open the link and find out baby. I opened the link to find a picture of a guy in pee-soaked jeans, holding a piece of paper that proudly announced “I failed the bladder buster challenge and wet my pants. Maybe I need a diaper?” It gave me a chuckle and if I’m being totally honest, turned me on a little too, he was a hot guy and something about him in his pee-soaked pants was appealing to me. Save that for later… SHUSHH!! Emily: “what am I meant to do with this? Its some guy in piss wet pants, I mean ewww!!” yeah… I had to bluff this one out. Lauren: “doesn’t it sound cool though? The bladder buster challenge? Sounds kinda exciting” Emily: “Not for me! I’ve only gotta have a cup of water and I can do the challenge at home for free!” Many laughing emojis were sent. Glad to know I can laugh at myself. Noah: “Come on Emily, we’re all up for it, we’re all waiting for you. Please say you’ll tag along, it’ll be fun. I promise” I could see there really was no way out of this. I didn’t want to let my friends down and even though I didn’t relish the idea of wetting myself again, I guessed it would be fun. So, I agreed to tag along. Who knows, one of them might even wet their pants? After I agreed, I decided I needed to prepare myself. I had read up on the challenge and it really was beyond my bladder capabilities. In essence, its an escape room with a little twist; the twist being that we have to solve the puzzle of the escape room, after consuming the so-called bladder buster potion. It didn’t explain what was in the potion, only that it would bring all who consumed it to the pique of desperation in a matter of minutes. This genuinely worried me. I didn’t fear wetting my pants so much as wetting my pants multiple times. For example, when I woke up this morning, I had one mug of coffee, that was two hours ago, and I’ve peed three times since. So yeah. If one mug of coffee does that to me, what the hell is this potion going to do to me? I could picture myself soaking my pants multiple times, not a great look for a woman in her mid-twenties. I decided to be smart and be totally prepared. The day before we were booked to take part in the escape room, I went into town to shop for something I have never shopped for in my life, diapers. I figured, if I’m going to do this and keep at least a shred of dignity, I’m gunna need some protection. But I honestly had no clue what to buy. I know nothing about diapers. I wanted something absorbent, I estimated I might wet myself at least twice, so I needed something that could hold such an amount of pee. My choices turned out to be fairly limited. All I could find were kind of run of the mill adult diapers, which were fine but I kind of wanted something at least a little bit cute and feminine, besides, I didn’t want my friends finding out I was diapered, I didn’t want them to know I was cheating. Plus, seeing the look on their faces when I didn’t wet my pants would be priceless. In the end, I decided to contact a friend for advice, he’s not in my normal circle of friends so he wasn’t aware of the escape room and I was aware he was in some way into this kinda thing. To be honest, the conversation was less awkward than I anticipated, I simply explained I needed some diapers, what I needed them for and that I wanted them to be absorbent but also invisible under my clothes. In essence, he explained that invisibility for the kinda absorption I was talking about was near impossible, it was either absorption and good protection or invisible and potentially leaky. In the end, I figured potentially leaky would be best. I really didn’t want my diaper to be seen by my friends, partly cause it would be sort of cheating but mostly cause I figured wetting myself was slightly less embarrassing than wearing a diaper. Fine line, I guess. In the end, I bought some super cute diapers that were designed for teenage bedwetting. They were grey at the front, with a purple chequered bow and the rear section was totally covered in the same purple chequered pattern as the bow at the front. I felt a little strange buying them and I was a little self-conscious that people suspected they were for me, I mean, I’m only petit and these diapers were the perfect size for me. I did find it kind of thrilling though, I will admit, it did give me a buzz. I felt a little naughty. They came in a pack of five, I only needed one, wasn’t really sure what to do with the rest, it did seem wasteful to throw the rest in the bin though, figured I’d sort that problem out a little later on. The next stage was to select my outfit for the day in question, I wanted something comfortable, cause I figured we might be in there quite a while. I also wanted something cute, I mean, who doesn’t like cute? On top of that, I also wanted something loose fitting, these diapers seemed fine, they weren’t too bulky or puffy but even still, I didn’t want to leave anything to chance. In honesty, I wasn’t even sure what the dress code was, I guessed casual, cause who wants to risk peeing their pants in good clothes? Certainly not me, that’s for sure. I was torn between black, boot cut jeans, black leggings or grey cotton bottoms. I leaned towards black; black helps eliminate silhouettes and of course, helps hide any potential wetness. On the other hand, even though these were loose fitting, they were all tighter, particularly at the rear, than my grey cotton bottoms. But then, if my diaper leaks in the grey, there is no way of hiding that, I would be in real trouble. Tough decisions. In the end I plumped for the grey bottoms, the extra loose fitting and comfy material won me over. Besides, I’ve been told my ass looks good wearing them. To match the casual cute look, I went for a tank top with a unicorn and rainbow print. Did I need underwear? Were knickers needed? I asked myself both questions, I mean, would wearing knickers above my diaper help hide any potential puffy bulge? No, I didn’t think it was worth it. Outfit chosen, diapers selected and a time and meeting place selected, we were all set for our day out. We all met outside the mansion in question at eleven in the morning. The sun was bright, and it was quite warm, I was sweating a little, the diaper was a lot warmer than I figured it would be. I felt a little self-conscious about my diaper and I felt I was checking my ass far more than I should have. The mansion itself was creepy, seriously creepy. It looked totally dilapidated and run down, how someone had turned this into a viable business was beyond me. Even during the day, I felt a little fear twinge in my bladder, at night, I think I would wet my pants. The brickwork was all shoddy and mismatched, there was an old greenhouse type arrangement to the left-hand side full of plants that had withered and died, it really gave me the creeps. I voiced my anxieties to my friends, they mostly agreed that it was indeed creepy, but also made a good point that maybe it was just all part of the experience. “is someone coming to meet us?” I asked genuinely puzzled, there didn’t seem to be any other people anywhere to be seen. “The email said to head to the greenhouse” Lauren replied, not at all sounding confident and sounding just a little bit apprehensive. “We should really get moving, we should have been there a couple minutes ago” Noah interjected, forever the pragmatist. “By the way Emily, brave choice with the grey bottoms, thought you might have went for black, you know, to hide the fact when you wet yourself like a little girl” his tone was playful, but I responded with a daggers look that said do not go there and he didn’t. We walked the rest of the way to the greenhouse in silence, I think we were all tentative by this point. We entered the greenhouse and the midday sun was roasting hot, amplified by our glass surroundings. Nobody was to be seen however, Noah called out a couple of times but got no response. “well this is great” I spoke out to try and break a monotonous silence, but deep down I was kinda relieved, I was now terrified, and my heart was pounding. My fear twangs in my bladder were intensifying too and I was having to bear down a little to stop any leaks. I tried to be discreet of course, whether I succeeded was debatable, Noah kept giving me an inquisitive look each time I crossed my legs and braced my thighs together. We were all just stood in silence, totally unsure of what was going on. I began to believe this was all a hoax. “Boys and girls!! Follow my voice!! No!! Not over there, down here!!” An electronic voice boomed out and echoed around the room, we all jumped out of our skin. Lauren had jumped into Noah for safety, Will had practically suffered a heart attack, poor Meg was almost crying, and I’d pissed myself. Literally. That voice literally scared the piss out of me. It didn’t feel like I had leaked too much, maybe just a particularly large spurt but either way, I felt the need to bear down and brace myself again to stop any potential flood that might easily have occurred. We all had to take a moment to compose ourselves, I guess our collective screams hadn’t exactly made things any better. I looked over to Meg, who as I say, was practically crying. She looked genuinely terrified, beyond anything I had seen before, certainly from her, who was usually so calm and collected. I was a little concerned. “You okay sweetie?” I asked her tenderly. She just kinda looked at me with huge blue puppy dog eyes, I felt an immense sympathy for her. I walked over to her and gave her a big hug. I leaned in close and told her its okay, its all part of the game. “I peed my pants” I heard her whisper in my ear, “me too” I replied and gave her a peck on the cheek. I looked down at her jeans and yeah, there was a certain dampness, but certainly nothing that would be noticed unless you looked for it. Great start, I thought to myself. We haven’t even started yet and at least two of us have peed our pants. Me and Meg held hands as we walked towards the hidden door that had opened as the voice was screaming at us, I don’t think we were consciously holding hands, but I think we felt a certain bond cause we had both confessed to peeing ourselves. Everyone else seemed scared and edgy and we were all sticking close together, nobody was breaking rank. As we walked down the steep, dark staircase towards the underbelly of the mansion, we could hear eery music playing in the room at the bottom of the stairs, yeah, we were headed there. The atmosphere felt crushing and intimidating, which only got worse as we entered the room. The room was dimly lit and there was a strange red hue in the air. There were candles burning in each corner and the smell of a sweet sickly incense was burning my nostrils. I really did not like it down there. I had to use every muscle I had to stop more pee wetting my diaper. There was a sign pointing us to a short, slightly better lit corridor which was lined with candles. It was only wide enough for one at a time, I looked at Meg in horror, neither of us wanted to go alone. “Who’s going first?” asked Noah, he even sounded strangely uncomfortable. Nobody wanted to respond, we were all too frightened. “guess I’ll take the lead then” yeah, he answered his own question. “who’s going last?” I asked “I’m fucking not, nor is Meg” I felt it was only right to protect Meg, she seemed even more afraid than me, gripping my arm as she was, it felt like she was trembling uncontrollably. “Will, you should go last” Lauren intervened, I totally agreed, it seemed only right that the two boys go first and last, it had a nice symmetry. So, Noah took the lead, followed by Lauren, then me, then Meg and Will was at the back of the queue and we slowly crept our way down the corridor. I gripped Laurens waist like there was no tomorrow and I could feel Meg doing the same with me, she was still trembling. At the end of the corridor we entered a huge but somewhat cacophonous stone walled room. There were still candles in the corners but thankfully, the incense was now gone. We all filed in one by one, until we all finally filed ourselves into a neat line. I was thinking of walking around to explore and see what was where, but Meg once again, latched onto my arm and wouldn’t let go, I felt so sorry for her. Out of me and her, I was truly surprised that I was handling it better than her. “its just a game babe, nobody is gunna hurt you” I whispered in her ear, her hair smelled sweet, like flowers, later I wanted to know what shampoo she was using. “I know, I’m just freaked” she mumbled in reply. “it’ll soon be over, then we’ll take you our for a stiff drink” I was just trying to be supportive for my friend. There was a pause and I felt like she had nothing more to say, so I moved to get closer to Noah for a little extra support but once again, Meg stopped me in my tracks. “I need to get these knickers off” she whispered into my ear, she sounded somewhat forlorn to me. “its just a little pee, I’m in the same boat remember, I peed myself too” I wanted to sound comforting, but it was tricky cause I could feel my voice breaking, the tense atmosphere was catching up with me and as we know, I wasn’t telling the whole truth. “its not that” her voice broke off suddenly. “what is it babe?” I inquired, genuinely intrigued. “I pooped a little too” Stunned. I knew she was scared, but really? So scared she pooped her pants? I found it very hard to believe. “Are you serious?” I felt my tone was a little harsh, I didn’t mean it, I was just so surprised by this admission, it really threw me off my guard. She shrank back a little and I could see she was shocked by my tone, I felt I had to make amends. “I’m sorry babe, I was taken back” I kissed her on her forehead as recompense. “yes, I am serious” she replied to my original question “its not much, but… when that voice boomed out, I felt really strange, like I was frozen and had no control over myself and as well as the pee, a little poop slipped out too” Poor Meg. “I’m sorry baby, I knew this wasn’t a good idea” I was scornful, this really wasn’t a good idea. “can you carry on?” I inquired; every fibre of my being wanted her to say no so I could get myself out of this hell hole too. “yeah, I can” oh great “I just need to get these knickers off, you think there’s anywhere I can change?” I seriously doubted it and I didn’t want to give her false hope “I don’t think so babe, even if there is, you really wanna do this commando?” oh boy, this was a conversation I never thought I would have. “I’ve got a spare pair in my bag, I thought it wise. I mean, the whole point here is to make people pee their pants, I felt it was prudent to come prepared” I admired her logic, it rather matched up with mine. Our conversation, however, was interrupted by our illustrious host. A guy stepped out from behind a door. He was tall and wearing a dark robe and big black boots, he looked kinda creepy but also quite funny at the same time. We all just stood in silence as we waited for an introduction and maybe even find out what the hell was happening. “Good afternoon folks” he announced pleasantly, gotta say, I was surprised by how cheery and friendly he sounded “my name is Mark and I will be your host for the day” Nice introduction, I thought to myself. “Excuse me?” Meg spoke out in a breaking and obviously scared voice. “Ahh hello, sorry, what is your name please?” Mark asked politely “Meg” my word she sounded frightened “nice to meet you Meg, no need to sound so frightened, what can I do for you?” honestly, he sounded totally friendly, not at all what any of us were expecting. “umm can i… umm is there… is there like a bathroom I could use please?” she asked pleadingly. “we do have facilities, which you may use before the game begins, but I need to know why?” I looked at Meg, I needed to know what she was gunna say, I gripped her tight to offer what little support I could. “I just need to pee” oh dear, she did not sound convincing, Meg was never a good liar. “I don’t believe you” Mark rebuked her “if you wanna use the bathroom, I’m gunna need to hear the truth” I shot a look to Meg again, I felt I needed to bail her out. “Truth is” I spoke out and Meg looked at me so pleadingly it was horrendous, for a moment, I’m sure she thought I was going to be truthful about what had occurred in her underwear “we’ve both peed ourselves a little and we would like to dry ourselves off” please believe me, please. I tried to sound as convincing as I could, I mean it was kinda true, we had both peed ourselves, except she had done just a little more in her knickers than I wanted to let on. “that’s fine” he said. Thank the lord, I thought to myself, I looked at Meg and smiled, I felt like I had bailed her out. “one thing though, I’m gunna need to check that you don’t change underwear in there” oh god, what? That’s weird surely. “how’s that work?” I asked totally surprised. “simple; I check the waistband of your underwear now and check again when you come out, if they match, then we’re good to go” there were a few looks of surprise being whipped around among our friends, mostly at Meg, I guess they’ve all become used to my various accidents, but for Meg, it was her first time. She didn’t seem too embarrassed, thankfully, which believe me was a relief. “does that sound okay babe?” I asked Meg, it was only after I had asked that I realised the problem. Unless her underwear matched, she was in a little trouble, what kinda trouble, I didn’t know. “yeah, I guess so” she replied, they must match, I thought to myself. “yeah that’s okay” I said to Mark in agreement. “glad to hear it” he said jovially “however, I am of course only joking, you’re free to use the facilities before we start” Phew, that’s a load of my mind. Mark directed us to the bathroom. It was only a short walk and the facilities were rather pleasant. They were clean, well equipped and nicely decorated. We both entered the same stall and Meg began stripping off her jeans. She pulled her jeans down and there was a clear wet patch on the gusset of her knickers, there was also a pad there too, she had clearly leaked a lot, the pad was totally overwhelmed. She pulled her jeans off and asked me to inspect the back, “no problem babe” I said reassuringly. Honestly, it was clear she had not suffered a number two accident, there was no brown stain adorning the seat of her cute white knickers or anything else to indicate an accident of this variety. “How bad is it?” she asked me pleadingly, “Not sure what you felt, but I cannot see anything babe” she looked at me in abject surprise, this was clearly not the response she was expecting. “really? Like, I was so sure?” I shrugged my shoulders and reiterated what I had already said, she stripped off her cute white knickers and put them in a plastic bag she had brought with her and placed the bag inside her handbag. I asked if she needed a hand drying herself off, but she said no. Her replacement knickers were equally cute. They were royal blue hipster briefs with a cute pink bow on the front, she placed them on the toilet cistern and left them there until she had dried herself off. “I’m really sorry about this Emily, I feel like a fool” she seemed in better spirits now she knew the number two accident did not even happen. “hey, it’s okay, it happens” I hugged her tight again, I could still see her pee stained knickers protruding from her bag, it made me think what kinda state I would be in, if I were not diapered. She finished drying herself off and invited me back into the stall. She was just slipping into her fresh knickers when I walked in. “You putting another pad in?” I asked her politely, she simply nodded in response. “what about you?” she asked me. “What about me?” I asked her “well, you peed too, don’t you need to change?” okay, I really didn’t want to lie to her right now, but I also didn’t want to give the game away, I composed myself for a half truth “I only leaked a little, besides, its dried now, I feel okay” she gave me a half smile in approval. She pulled up her jeans again, took a minute to compose herself and we prepared to leave the bathroom. “before we go…” Meg broke off midsentence “yeah?” i asked inquisitively “you wont tell anybody about the uh… well you know, will you?” I hugged her tight again and reassured her that no word of it would ever pass my lips. Think what you will about me, but I am not in the habit of announcing to the world that my friend thought she had pooped her pants. We left the bathroom and re-joined the others, we had been gone longer than expected and a few looks where shared, I never said a word and silently regrouped within our original line. “Ah the ladies return” Mark greeted us warmly in welcome “I was just explaining to your friends exactly what is going to happen, but have no fear I am happy to explain again” me and Meg looked at each other and smiled, I had suddenly become nervous again. “Okay I’ll keep this as brief as I can: when you go through that door, you will be in the escape room itself, your task is to solve the puzzle and exit the room. However, before entering you will drink this”, he presented a green coloured vial in his hand “the bladder buster potion. After drinking our special brew, your bladder will fill up in moments, it is made of a special mix of herbs, diuretics and one or two special ingredients. It’s also totally vegan friendly and totally safe to drink. That’s about it, really is that simple” It did sound simple, but, as I’m sure you all know, operating when desperate to pee is much easier said than done, our brains become scrambled and we often act irrationally and without proper thought. My nerves had died away somewhat, I was no longer feeling anxiously terrified, I now realised it was just a game, I looked around my friends and I think we all breathed a sigh of relief in tandem. “Now, if there are no questions, if you could all take a potion one by one, once you have all consumed a potion, then I will activate the escape room. Is everyone ready?” I took a deep breath and nodded in approval, even Meg seemed calm and composed again. “Hell yeah” shouted Noah. “fantastic. If you would all like to come up and take a potion” he beckoned us all forward and Noah went first. He downed the vial and shuddered slightly at the taste “my word that’s bitter” he announced chidingly, Mark simply giggled in response. Lauren drank hers, then Will, then Meg and finally, I took a deep breath and drank mine. God help me, I thought to myself. Come on diaper, you and me against the world, don’t let me down now. The potion was indeed bitter, it tasted a little like raw lemon juice mixed with juniper berries or something. Anyway, it didn’t taste good and it had an effort on my bladder immediately. I went from a four to a six in almost no time. I had to put this to the back of my mind, cause we had entered the escape room. The room itself was square. It was well lit, there was a computer in the corner, albeit a slightly old and creaky model and there was a locked door opposite the door we had just entered from. I walked over to the computer and read what it said on the screen, “guys come look at this” I announced to everyone, we all piled around the screen to read “find the key, open the door, or your dignity, will be no more” great. “So, we gotta find a key?” I asked puzzled. “I guess so” responded Noah. We all split up to look for anything key like, this was gunna be tough, the room was incredibly bare, and it really didn’t look like there was anywhere to hide a key. “Lauren, you’re good at this stuff, any ideas?” I inquired. “nope, got a little problem of my own” I swung round to see Lauren leaning against the wall with her hands planted in her crotch, I guessed the potion was doing its work. “gotta pee babe?” I asked her nonchalantly, I already knew the answer, I was overly familiar with desperation. “fuck yeah, like I’m all tensed and shit, I fear if I loosen up or move, I’ll piss my pants” yeah, I know the feeling. “maybe let it go babe? You might feel better, then we might have a chance of getting out of here” I wanted to sound positive, but its tough to be positive when you’re asking a friend to piss their pants for the greater good. “I know you’re right, but if I wet myself now, I gotta stay in these wet knickers and jeans all day, I didn’t bring a change of clothes” her voice was laboured, she was breathing heavily and beginning to shake. Not bringing a change of clothes was a bad idea, surely, she knew this might happen sooner or later? I left Lauren for a few moments to think over her situation. My bladder was also beginning to beg for attention, these potions really are fast workers. I considered the possibility of peeing in my diaper at that very moment, I had a thought that maybe if I let it go early, in one go, I might not get it so badly later. I was not confident though and what I really feared, was filling my diaper too early and increasing the likelihood of a leak later in the game. I wanted to forget my bladder and focus on finding this key, surely if we find the key, then we do not have to worry about this problem. “Is there like any clues or anything?” Will asked anybody that was listening. “Just that note on the computer I think” I answered in response. It really was nothing to work from, even just a small hint to get us going would be a good thing right about now. “Mark? Can you hear us in here?” Noah shouted abruptly, gave me quite a shock, his voice really boomed around the room. There was a brief pause, before finally Mark responded. “I can hear you loud and clear” Mark retorted jovially. “any chance of a little hint of some kind to get us going?” Noah inquired. I figured it was pointless, the whole point of an escape room is to work it out ourselves. “Sure, I can give you a hint. Gunna cost though” My word, he really was jovial, I got the impression he was really enjoying this. “cost us what exactly?” I shouted back quite tartly. It took a moment of two for Mark to respond. “If you want a hint, one of you has to pee your pants” he spoke the words with a slight playfulness in his voice. “That simple, one of us pees our pants and you give us a hint is that the deal?” I spoke calmly and pragmatic. “that simple” he retorted. We all gazed at each other for a moment, before all our eyes focused on Lauren. She was still doubled over on herself, hands pressed into her crotch with her thighs locked together, shaking like a leaf in a strong wind. She looked back at all of us, she knew what we wanted, I figured she would take some persuading, but I also trusted her to make the right call. “Come on Lauren, take one for the team” Noah spoke out. “yeah babe, it’s just a little pee, you’ll dry off and I’m sure they have some dry clothes you can borrow” I was in full on persuasion mode, we really needed this hint. “Save your breath guys” Lauren retorted. Oh dear, this is gunna be tougher than I thought. I was just about to start a monologue about the greater good for all involved, when out the corner of my eye, I saw one of the most welcoming sight of my life. A huge dark stain began to spread around her light-coloured jeans. It started at the crotch and quickly spread the full width of her jeans and before long, her legs had become waterfalls. The wetness was pouring down her legs and flowing over her shoes and pooling beneath her feet. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was still deep. She was still doubled over on herself, with her ass stuck out as if she were doing a standing squat. I could see pee pouring through the back of her jeans, her poor underwear would be drenched. She seemed to pee for an eternity. “OH my god!” she finally spoke as the last few trickles left her body. “That may have been, the best pee of my life” I looked at my friends and we all shared a long grin, guess pissing your pants isn’t so bad after all. “Feel better?” I asked kindly. “Oh god yeah” she responded. “Gunna have to take these jeans of though, they have become heavy and they’re sticking to me” I supressed a child like giggle. I looked at Noah and he was full on staring at Lauren, I think he enjoyed watching her wet herself. Lauren began peeling off her wet jeans, she laboured away for a good few moments. They really were totally sodden and because they were clinging so badly, she really struggled to get them off. When she did however, I was amazed. She was wearing these totally adorable purple knickers with “Good girls cover up” printed across the back, I thought they were cute, her ass looked good too. The wet patch had spread more than halfway up the back towards the waistband, it was a nice sight and it gave me a little buzz. Wait? What is happening to me? Noah was still staring, I couldn’t really blame him, guess he was feeling similar sensations to me. “Where can I leave these? Lauren asked anyone who was listening. “Put them in the corner” Will called out. Seemed a good call. “Look Mark, I peed my pants. Wanna give us the hint?” Lauren shouted out playfully whilst shaking her wet ass. “Well, you’ve upheld your end, so it’s only fair I do the same, listen closely, cause I will only say this once: Some feel pleasure, some feel sin, to find out who, you must look within” What the hell does that even mean? My brain went into overdrive working out the various connotations of the statement. It was clearly a riddle, but it really could mean anything. Does it mean one of us has the key? Does it mean one of us is the key? Has it got something to do with the computer, I mean, you can find pleasure and sin on a computer? Honestly, I was bewildered. It seemed everyone else was in the same boat. Will seemed totally frustrated, Meg seemed to be in quiet contemplation, Lauren was pacing around in her cute wet knickers and Noah was STILL staring at Lauren and her wet ass. “Noah!” I blared at him, “snap out of it, we’ve got to work this out” he blushed red and gave me an apologetic look. “I dunno, it could mean anything” he finally muttered as he came back to planet Earth, he still seemed to be distracted by something. “Will, any thoughts?” I asked out of desperation, it seemed totally hopeless, we were all totally bewildered. “I have one” he announced quietly. “Thank god, what is it?” I asked him. “well, I dunno about the riddle, but I gotta pee, pretty bad” Not another one. Wait? No, that is good. That might mean we can get a clue. It struck me as odd though, he did not seem to be desperate, I decided to ask him about it. “I’m going to be honest Will, you don’t look that desperate?” he did not respond. He was deep in thought about something. What is going on with everyone today? All the permutations of the riddle were bouncing around my head, it really could mean anything. My bladder was really beginning to scream at me too, it was making it harder to think. I only noticed when I looked at the floor, but I had been crossing my legs unconsciously for god knows how long. I must have leaked again too; cause I could feel a familiar warm tingle in my diaper. I braced myself and tensed up, the tingle was not going away. What? Huh? Ahhh okay, I was dribbling. Uncontrollably. Oh great. There was no urge, leading to the dribbling, it came out of nowhere. This potion, whatever is in it, really does what it says on the tin. I could feel my diaper becoming more and more wet. The warmth was slowly spreading towards my bum as well, it actually felt quite nice, sort of comforting. I didn’t have it in me to fight any longer, I wanted to be able to think clearly, I wanted to help my friends out of this escape room. So, I did what any good friend would do and relaxed my muscles and let the torrent flow. OH GOSH!! It felt incredible. The pee gushed out of me like a waterfall, I could feel my diaper fighting the battle to absorb the torrent I was releasing into its grasp. Between my thighs, I could feel my diaper sagging slightly, I wanted to check if it was visible, but by this stage, I wasn’t sure I cared. I knew I would pee in my diaper eventually and it turned out to be a nice sensation. I was overcome with a huge sense of relief as the final remnants of my bladder poured into my soggy diaper. I was, finally, clear headed. Unbeknownst to the world, I had just peed myself, but in total secrecy. I enjoyed the feeling it gave me. maybe diapers aren’t so bad after all. I composed myself and tried to forget the soggy warmth against my genitals and ass, it was tough, I won’t lie, I had a niggling feeling of naughtiness and I think I was blushing slightly. “okay, we really need to solve this riddle guys” I spoke fervently, I wanted to motivate those around me. “I think… it means one of us has the key” Lauren spoke out, she sounded somewhat confident but with puzzlement in her voice too. “How would that work?” I asked. “hmmm well… who actually booked this thing? I know it was a group decision, but who actually made the booking?” I felt she had hit onto a good point, maybe this whole thing was prearranged in some way. “Well, from what I remember, Noah was the one who discovered this place” I answered confidently. “Got nothing to do with me” Noah protested. “Are you sure? I mean, it was your idea, this could all be one big joke on your part, I would not put it past you” I answered him back sharply. “Look, I got an email out of nowhere from an email address registered to the operator of this business, it said if I bring my friends along, we would get cheap prices and a unique experience” this was totally bizarre, he spoke truthful, I’ve known Noah a long time, I can tell when he is lying, on this occasion, he was not lying. “So, none of us has the key?” Lauren asked sharply. “I have no idea” I retorted. “Hey mark, you still there?” I called out into the ether. “Yeah I’m still here” he replied. “look, we’re totally confuzzled out here, we have no idea what’s going on, it’s becoming creepy, can you please just tell us what the hell we’re doing here. Cause I’m not sure we want to play this game anymore.” I glanced around my friends and I was met with almost universal approval, this was becoming farcical, there seemed to be no answer to the riddle. Meg had barely spoken since leaving the bathroom, Will seemed to be in a trance and Lauren was happily prancing around in her soaked knickers, as for Noah, I couldn’t read him, this potion seemingly had no effect on him. “Check the computer” Mark’s electronic voice echoed around the room. I made a dash for the computer, there was a message, one that was not there before, it said: “Puer in Eboracum natus est” What the hell is that? What language is that? We all read it, totally puzzled. After a moment or two, Will spoke out, “I think it’s Latin” he sounded unsure in his answer. “Well okay, if it is Latin, what the hell does it say? This is just getting weird” I was beginning to get agitated, I know this is the point of escape rooms, they aren’t supposed to be easy, but when you have one friend who is frolicking happily in wet knickers, one who appears to be in a trance, one who hasn’t spoken in ages, one who is apparently desperate for a pee but showing no signs of desperation at all, it all just seemed too much for me, I needed a glimmer of light to aim for. “Well, Eboracum is the Latin for York, that’s as far as my knowledge goes” It was Noah who spoke out. “How do you know that?” Meg asked him, it was the first time she had spoken in a long time. “I studied at York university, it was just something I picked up along the way” okay, maybe we can get somewhere with this. I briefly believed we were getting somewhere. Maybe the clue has something to do with Noah’s studies at York, maybe that has something to do with the original riddle? But honestly, I didn’t know. “Will, a little help here would be nice?” I asked him tartly. He said nothing but just stared right through me, as he began emptying his bladder. It was huge. His grey denim shorts quickly went dark. I could see his pee running down his legs, trickling into his socks and flowing ferociously over his shoes. There was such a forcefulness, that I could see the tip of his penis pressing against the sodden material of his shorts. The sound of his pee splashing against the stone floor was echoing and we all just stood silently watching as he emptied his bladder. His face was expressionless, as if he were having an out of body experience. At one point he looked down at his crotch and grabbed his testicles and squeezed, pee sprayed over his hand and sploshed onto the floor. He stood for a moment and pushed the puddle around slightly with his feet, as if he were a cat playing with its dinner. I thought he looked cute. “I’ve gotta get these shorts off” he exclaimed nonchalantly. Just like that, he began peeling his shorts off, he unbuttoned his shorts, dropped the fly and his shorts fell to his ankles and rested wearily in his puddle. He was wearing tight grey briefs that really hugged his testicles in a wet embrace, his package was tight and seemed to be resting comfortably. He spun around and there was a wetness that had began to creep up his ass but stopped just below his cheeks. “You feel better?” Lauren asked him directly. “I do” he answered simply. “Anyone else wanna wet their pants and strip off before we sole this riddle?” I asked, totally exasperated by everything that was going on. It was very much a rhetorical question; I was beginning to think everyone had gone a bit mad. I know the whole point of this game is for all participants to wet their pants, but surely stripping off isn’t part of that bargain. I let the silence linger for a moment before speaking again. “look, we could end up in here forever, we have to solve this riddle. Anyone have any ideas?” Again, I was greeted by silence. “look, can we break it down word by word? Maybe that will give us some idea?” “Puer” I answered by own question again, “any ideas?” I finally got a response “Puer means boy I think” announced Noah. Finally, we might be getting somewhere. “What makes you say that?” I asked him. “Not sure” he answered briskly “its just what popped into my head when I heard the word” well, I finally felt like we were maybe getting somewhere. “Okay, so we maybe have boy. What is next… in Eboracum, well we think Eboracum is York, so maybe in York? Okay, so boy in York. Natus est? Any ideas?” it felt slightly forlorn, I figured we were lucky to get York and maybe boy, the last bit seemed alien to me. “Well…” Noah began “What words In English do we have that are like natus?” decent line of thinking I thought. “Natal?” Meg spoke out. “Natal!” I expressed jubilantly. “Natal has something to do with childbirth, right?” it was mostly rhetorical, but Noah answered, nonetheless. “Yeah, like ante natal classes” finally, maybe we had a workable answer. “So, we have boy, York and birth?” I asked Noah. “Sounds about right” he responded. “So, is the answer, “The boy was born in York?” my question was directed towards Mark and he duly answered. “Yes” he said simply. Halleluiah. It probably took us longer than it should have, but more importantly, we got there eventually. “So, Mark, where does that leave us?” I asked jubilantly, I expected we were nearly through this. “Well you answered the question, but you still haven’t answered the riddle, so really, you’re no further forward” You must be joking. To be continued.
  3. '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!
  4. File Name: Multiple mini wettings in the same diaper File Submitter: padsndiapers File Submitted: 11 Apr 2015 File Category: Male Diaper Play & Wetting I peed a LOT in this one. Not sure why but the filming of this adds to the kink... So does uploading and knowing people have watched it. Enjoy. Click here to download this file
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  6. 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.
  7. 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!
  8. 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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