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  1. Hi everyone! It is me, KozmoFox :) and this is the result of the fourth Kozmo-Lotto! (I know I tagged them near the bottom, but special thanks to @JustCallum, @Pache, and @Rainyday for making this happen and helping me through it all. Best support team.) This is something a lot have you have been waiting for, and for certain people you might have been waiting even longer than that. This...I honestly don't think this lotto will ever be topped by anything I ever do again. For starters, a reminder to everyone what this Kozmo-Lotto request was. The winner, Rainyday, put a lot of thought into it, so its taken awhile. But eventually it was decreed that I would go somewhere semi-public (Like most lotto's so far) and I would fill up on liquids and get really desperate. At which point, there was a total of 11 emails in my inbox, numbered 1 to 10, plus a bonus. In each email there was a challenge, and I was not allowed to peek or look in any email until it was time to do that challenge. When I opened an email, I would be allowed to open the next email 10 minutes after the previous, unless of course, the challenge inside took longer than 10 minutes, at which point I would be allowed to open the next one after the challenge was finished. I don't want to spoil too much in advance, but this was by far the most intense hold I've ever done. It was the most intense challenge I will ever do. I used to take it as a point of pride that I could get away with anything, like an omorashi ninja. Not today. Today people saw sides of me in public that I intend to likely never show again. Multiple times. I ran the omorashi gauntlet like a fuckin' champion today, and I challenge anyone to do what I just did for this site...mainly so I can read it, because I think this is going to make one HELL of an experience story. This may be my magnum opus. I'm also not going to show my face in that mall for at least like, 2 months. (Before you panic your moral radar, anything I may or may not have done, I cleaned up. I ran the gauntlet like a hero, but also like a responsible hero.) Our story begins with our dear small Kozmo pulling herself out of bed. Chatted with some friends, did some things, and then she went back to bed. Upon waking up, she got herself ready. OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE: You all know damn well what I look like by now. I weigh like 100 pounds, I'm somewhere in the center between 5ft and 6ft, I'm so pale that when I walk outside this time of year I give people snow blindness. Long, dark brown almost black hair. Used to be entirely black, but I change it up! I honestly should have auditioned for the new Ring movie. I have multiple tattoos on my arms, chest, and a foot. Stud piercing in nose, and like most gals my age (21), I like my earrings. I'm lucky enough to not have any acne on the go right now, so not to brag overly much but I like to think I'm pretty pristine! At least I'm told so by people that know me, even a few on here! Sometimes I have freckles but today was not that day, I think freckles are like seasonal or something but I've never actually cared enough to think about it until now. But even when they're kinda there, makeup can make them far less obvious when I don't feel freckly. Today I had a very specific attire that I like to think of as a weird mix between moe and punk rock. It shouldn't be hard to tell what I picked, and what Rainyday picked. Grey beanie hat, low twintails in my hair, a pretty black choker around my neck, and some small snowflake earrings. Plaid miniskirt (Think Maka from Soul Eater), black knee-socks. Jean jacket, unbuttoned, Punisher T-shirt on underneath. Top that off with cute fuzzy black boots and a surprisingly girly pair of pink panties and a matching bra. Take note of that in particular for reasons you will see later. I also had a backpack with various things, such as spare clothes and the like. IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP, SCROLL DOWN TO WHERE THE CHALLENGES BEGIN. IF YOU DO CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP AND THINGS I DRANK AT THE MALL AND ALL THAT TOMFOOLERY JUST KEEP GOING. So I get up, I get ready, I make my way to the mall. I will note at this point that around Christmas I got a phone like a proper young adult, and on it I have IRCCloud, so I was able to keep chatting with my Omo.org friends through this whole ordeal, and they provided lots of encouragement. Rainyday was also present, so I was able to discuss challenges with them as I progressed, and eventually start to yell at them when the challenges got cruel. I am a salty person. I take my place at the food court, and start loading up. I had two large teas, but around the time I had my second tea, my friend who works at a local coffee joint brought me some Burger King! (They were on break.) So on top of two large teas, I also got a large coke with a Whopper :D. After all that I sat on my phone chatting with my crew and waited for all the liquid to process. And waited. And waited. And got impatient and pulled a mug from my backpack. This mug is essentially a mason jar with a handle attached, I got it as an extra with a case of beer once! I go to the drinking fountain and I fill up the mug to the brim, and down it. I fill it halfway, and down it again. I fill it up completely once more and start sipping away at it. By the time that's done, I'm at 2 large teas, a large coke, and 2 tall mugs and a half of water. If I wasn't feeling it before then, I was now! The pressure was building, and building fast. Eventually I stood up to fill the mug once more, and gravity hit me like a truck; I could feel each step I took to the fountain jolting into the ache of my bladder. It was not long after this that Rainyday decreed it was time to begin. As I get to each challenge in this story, I will paste the instructions I was given for complete context. I opened the first email in my inbox, and got to reading. FOR ANYONE WHO DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ALL OF THE ABOVE, THE CHALLENGES START HERE!!!! REITERATION OF THE RULES OF THE OMORASHI GAUNTLET (Or as Rainyday likes to call it, "The Alliance Challenge"): I had to be in public view and not hiding, except when the challenge dictated otherwise. I always had to be where I could be seen. This is a rule I'm not normally a fan of, but considering there was a lot of drama in the lotto thread for this particular lotto, I wanted this to be something special to make up for it. I had to bring spare change and a spare pair of underwear with me. You'll see why. If I begin to lose control, I must try to stop to the bitter end. I do not fail until I A) Give up and cave to my desperation and completely empty myself, or B) I lose control so badly that I cannot gain it back, wetting myself completely to the point I'm empty or there's nothing left in me of even remote note. If I gush out and leave a small puddle but regain control, I keep going; I'd drink enough to replace it anyway. If I skipped a challenge, I'd drink a bunch more water and have to wait more before the next challenge as punishment. And if I completed all of the challenges: "You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time." =====CHALLENGE ONE (6:01 PM) "The first challenge is a bit of a warmup. If this isn't difficult at all, then maybe you're not desperate enough, and should wait a bit more and try it again later. Go to the most populated area, and stand somewhere there for five minutes. Your hands either have to be on your phone or tablet, or behind your back, and you have to move your legs as little as possible. Also, if there's a fountain in the mall, go there to do this. Hopefully this will let you figure out if you're desperate enough to start or not." This was a good start. I needed to pee pretty badly, and this told me I was at the perfect starting point. I'd occasionally type away on my phone, or stare at the ceiling or something to try and forget my aching need. By the end of it, it was extremely hard to stay still, and I ended up rocking back and forth on my heels, feeling my skirt sway and create an air current on my bare, dry legs...These legs would be the opposite of dry well before I was done these challenges. I still had my mug of water on me, just keep this in mind. Its easy to forget I have it, so for your convenience know that when I did challenges that required, well, anything, I'd find a place to put it down (Until it was consumed, then the mug goes back in the backpack.) Nobody was taking real notice of me at this point. I sat back down, and went back to talking to my minor audience, (Which included Rainyday). I realized that I had probably drank far too much, far too fast; my bladder was filling at mach 5 and I knew I'd easily be dangerously desperate to pee by challenge 3 or 4. I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to get to challenge 5, half way there, without being a leaky shaky desperate mess in the middle of the mall. I was not wrong.. I started this challenge at exactly 6:01 PM. This marks the starting point of the gauntlet. ====CHALLENGE TWO (6:11 PM) "A fashion challenge. Go into a clothes shop you like, and pick out a nice outfit, at least made of one top and bottom. Try it on in the changing room. Take a picture of yourself in your outfit if you want, you don't have to send it to anyone. After that, you can change back into your normal clothes, and be on your way. " Its a wonder what ten minutes can do to a person. At this point I was getting to the shaky kind of desperate need, I was starting to typo and my legs were beginning to jiggle. Luckily for me, this didn't take too long, as I was next to a clothing store that I'm familiar with, containing a number of articles of clothing I had been looking at during previous visits. I sped through the store, grabbing them, picking a nice very light pink top that kind of fell off the shoulders and had a cat on the front, as well as a pair of black jeans with fake rips in them. I tried them on, and the jeans were...tight. The pressure wasn't helping at all and I very nearly dribbled in them. I managed to hold on though, avoiding disaster, and after I confirmed I did in fact like how I looked in them despite my abdomen that was beginning to bulge, I changed back as fast as I could and got back out front just as my ten minute mark hit. I was beginning to sweat, the build up had been ridiculous and let me tell you, I needed to fucking PEE. I was positive I was not going to finish the run of challenges without disaster, and I was trembling as well as just kind of absentmindedly kneading at the sides of my skirt like mad. This ridiculously increased need to pee made the next challenge hell. =====CHALLENGE THREE (6:21 PM) "We're still in the area of light challenges. This challenge has two parts, you might not be able to do the first depending on what's at the mall. 1- Go into a shop, restaurant or other facility that has its own bathroom. Ask the staff if you can use it. Of course, you won't actually use it, but you'll probably want to stay in there long enough for them not to get suspicious. You can leave after that. If you're turned away, try twice more, and if you get rejected all three times, well, that's that. 2- Similar in theme, go to a shop or stand with a manned counter and buy a drink from them. Of course, you'll have to finish this as well, but you can pace it over the break and the next challenge. " This was torture at its finest. I walked into this shop, almost like an in-mall convenience store. Not going to name stores and things because I like my location anonymity. I hobble up to the counter, shaky desperate and knock-kneed, and ask this poor cashier if I can use the washroom in here. He legitimately did not seem to know what to do, it took him a solid few seconds. I assume he was going to give me directions to the malls public washrooms, but just how fucking desperate I looked (and was!) must have changed his mind, because he very stutterily allowed me into the employee bathroom. I got in there, shut the door behind me, and stared at the toilet. I couldn't sit down, I couldn't finally pee and have my relief, I had to just look at it. I almost completely lost it and pissed myself right there from the psychological torture. I cannot express how much this was killing me. I tried to at the time though! Here's an excerpt of what I was saying to Rainyday at the time: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Im staring at a toilet abd its fuxking killing me 6:25 PM WHEN CAN I LEAVE I think my statements in chat at the time speak for themselves. I had a hand buried in my crotch, bunching up my miniskirt and pressing into me, moaning and whining at myself and willing me to just please don't fucking pee yourself like this. Eventually I did leave. Rainyday was gracious enough to allow me to not buy another drink, given I was still carrying around a big mug of water. I did browse the drinks in the same shop after I thanked the cashier for his kindness to give that part of the challenge more credence though. On another note: Rainyday is literally satan. =====CHALLENGE FOUR (6:32 PM) "I thought I'd fit this in sooner rather than later, because of how long it might take. It's the arcade challenge! Head to the arcade and play a round of the hurricane simulator, and then the chair ride. I'm not sure what difficulty levels they have, but go for whatever's hard without being impossible. After those two, of course it's time for your specialty, DDR. One game of each is fine, or however many plays your money gets you." I would like to reiterate, Rainyday is SATAN. You might have seen me say once or twice around site that there's a few people in these parts who know my name, face, where I live, etc. Rainyday is one of these people, and the fact that Rainy won lotto means we got to go in depths with specifics, like Rainyday knowing what the mall in question has and unfortunately knowing the games I'm good at. This is where the first leakage occurred. The hurricane simulators are nothing special, I wager most of you have seen one. You put in some money, stand in the gigantic capsule, and it starts simulating hurricane winds. It almost ruined my twintails...but it was fun. The wind was cold on my skin which didn't make holding any easier, but luckily I got to just stand there. A few bystanders took notice but mainly didn't care. When I knew for a fact nobody was looking into the capsule I'd cross my legs and hunch the fuck over, occasionally gripping at myself because, you know, verge of wetting myself and all that. My bladder was like a goddamn boulder weighing down my entire lower body pressing on my...you know...wanting out. These winds could not budge this boulder. I also had to grip at my miniskirt constantly for very obvious wind-related reasons. Next up was the chair ride. To elaborate, this is also a simulator. It has like a screen and fans, it blows on your face and the seat itself vibrates, moves, etc. in line with the simulation on screen. In this case, I was virtually on a rollercoaster. Sitting down helped at first, but the vibration sooooorely did not. Luckily this machine is relatively secluded, so I got to stuff both my hands between my legs while the machine made my bladder absolutely suicidal. I'm not sure if I have said this enough or not, but goddammit I needed to PEE. The machine did its job. As I started to hobble over to the DDR machine (Not actually DDR, one of the generic rip offs that is actually just the exact same thing), in the middle of this arcade filled with people, I jolted mid-hobble. To try and describe what happened, it felt like my pelvic floor suddenly steeled itself... My entire body stretched and lurched forward from the sudden tightness in my bladder and below it, and at the height of this, as my legs were knocking together and my body fell forward, my panties got extremely warm extremely fast. Some pee spilled down my thighs, coating my legs and getting on my kneesocks, a fair number of drops pattering on the floor underneath me. In an INSTANT I dropped to a knee, pretending to pick at my boot. The initial impulse was to pretend I was tying my shoe, but my boots have no fucking laces to I had to fake fiddle with the side zipper like a moron. Some dude across the arcade gave me a funny look and I tried to ignore him. Out of my jacket pocket I fished my saving grace: Burger King napkins from earlier! I'm not going to leave a mess behind uncleaned. I wiped it up and stood back up, panting heavily. I was trying so hard to hang on and I had already started losing it. AND I had to go play DDR! DDR was torture. Every step felt like a punch to the bladder and I won't lie, I dribbled a couple of more times while playing it. (I napkinned up after I was done.) But! I managed to finish the song without completely losing control and wetting myself! With a 95% accuracy rating on hardest difficulty, might I add. I'm really good at rhythm games, trivia for you. I normally have no trouble acing this particular song, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy, but certain dribbles soaking my panties and coating my inner thighs caused a fuckup or ten. I got out of the arcade not unscathed, but still ready to continue. Barely. I could feel everything in my bladder about to spill out all over me like niagra falls, getting that sensation where its like you're carrying something heavy and your arms getting tired, but you're only halfway from the car to the house. I was convinced I had no hope. But KozmoFox ain't no quitter. You guys might like the next one! =====CHALLENGE FIVE (6:49 PM) "After that exciting last challenge, here's a calmer one. Type a detailed description (at least 100 words) describing the desperation you're feeling right now. Include this description later in your story, word for word, without correcting any typos. (Maybe if you did something weird and typed up information you don't want shared, you can censor that)." This is self explanatory. I plopped myself on a bench and started pattering away on my phone, on which I have autocorrecty things turned off. Having to describe this made me leak, and I felt it seep out of me and into the back of my skirt in a solid dribble. I almost fucking lost it and completely pissed myself right there typing this. It was utter agony. Here you go, straight from the chat!: "so fucking rainyday is making me write up a fuckin thing on how badly i need to go for this challenge so litsten the fuck up folks let me tell you gravity is fucking KILLING ME i can gfeel it pulsing trying ti get its way out, some of it already has, im extremely damp under this skirt and i have to type this up in puvblic like nothings wrong and just thinking about it is killing me. i just leaked again. i cant stop shaking. i grab at myself whenever i think nobodys looking. im sweating. i cant hold it much longer i sont think but im going to fo my fucking best becuse kozmofox aint no fucking wquitter you heat me" Every bit of that was true and straight from the heart. I was slowly leaking for most of that. Do you know how agonizing it is to be slowly wetting yourself and trying to hold it in, whilst typing up a summary of just how badly you need to go? This did not go unnoticed. I had my legs crossed tight, my jaw clenched, ghostly pale and sweating and fucking bouncing and wiggling and kneading at my legs whenever I wasn't typing, it was not remotely hidden to anyone who looked in my direction. Extremely embarrassing but again...I ain't no quitter. =====CHALLENGE SIX (6:52 PM, was allowed to open early as arcade predictably took longer than 10 minutes.) "We're past the halfway mark. Do you feel you can make it for the next stretch? Fortunately, this one will let you recharge, in a way. Go into the toilet and relieve yourself somehow and let it out for exactly five seconds. After five seconds, do everything you can to stop, no matter what. Maybe this will take some of the pressure off -Bonus: If you relieve yourself somewhere that /isn't/ a toilet, then you can cut five minutes out of the time before you can open the next challenge." I did not even remotely hesitate to take advantage of that bonus. I locked my eyes on the first bathroom I saw, and jogged straight in, hands stuffed between my legs. At this point I wasn't attempting to hide my extreme desperation from the public eye, it was do everything I could to hold it, or I'd completely wet myself dead center of a mall. To my luck, and as I found out afterward, semi cheating, it was a single bathroom. One toilet, not the kind with stalls, just a one person bathroom. Rainyday considered this a mild violation of the rules, as it was not exactly a public area, unlike a stalled bathroom. Rainy understood why I misconstrued that though, especially as earlier one of the challenges almost specifically demanded a private bathroom (Asking to use a staff one) so they let it go. And so did I. This is possibly the least graceful moment of my life. I climbed up onto the sink counter in an absolute, extremely desperate fever, crawling on my hands and knees until I was over the sink. I was positioned like a fucking dog and panting like one too, my beanie fell right off my head. I barely moved my skirt slightly out of the way before I started GUSHING through my panties. Like this was beyond a torrent, I didn't care that I was pissing myself straight through my panties, I needed to get as much out of me into that sink in five seconds as I possibly could. My moans of relief echoed in that tiny bathroom and it felt so good I couldn't even bring myself to feel shame for how this was. It felt orgasmic. Foooor five seconds. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Clamped off. I whined as I shoved my hand into my underwear, doing my best to just STOP PEEING. I spurted twice more, soaking my hand and sleeve, but I stopped. It was so good. I still REALLY needed to pee, but for the moment, I was out of the immediate danger zone. I left the bathroom and walked back to the bench where I left my mug full of water. Yeah remember that? Still a thing. I was still desperate beyond belief, my hands and underwear and even my skirt to a degree were very wet, but I wasn't going anywhere yet. I still had much more to do, and that taste of relief really had me thinking I could pull it off. =====CHALLENGE SEVEN (6:57, got to open it early for completing the bonus!) "Another interaction challenge! You need to have... a tourist mindset? A snapchat one? Basically, ask a passerby to take your picture. I'm not sure whether there's anything in the mall that's worth getting your picture taken in front of, but say it's for a friend, if they ask. Which is the truth, isn't it? If you can't come up with any possible excuse to have someone take a picture or two of you, then ask them for directions to somewhere complicated or far instead. " This one might have been the single easiest. I had just gotten immense relief so I was able to pull it off without being a shaking desperate wet mess! Well...I was wet but this lady could not tell. I smiled, I asked her for two pictures in front of the Valentines display that was still up. She looked to be a soccer mom of sorts, she said she's always wanted someone to ask her to take their picture like this. I handed her my phone, and took my position. Hardest bit was standing completely still, but it was only for a few minutes while she snapped the shots. I just held my hands behind my back, leaned to the side in a cute way, and smiled. Snap snap! Pics taken! This didn't even remotely take 10 minutes, so I just sat back down on a new, different bench, and waited. It should also be noted that this is the period where Rainyday had me drink that mug of water. With my kidneys on overdrive, liquids still cycling through my system, and a new tall glass of water added to the mix, my relief was very short lived. =====CHALLENGE EIGHT (7:07 PM) "Remember the spare pair of underwear I asked you to bring? Go into the bathroom and enter a stall. In the stall, change your underwear to the other pair. Leave the stall and go on your way. Not too hard, hopefully? PS: @Pache says hi. " This also took zero time, but it reintroduced the toilet torture psychology. Given the kidney overdrive had a solid 10 minutes to re-introduce a whole lot of liquid to my bladder, and my bladder and sphincter muscles were just about DEAD, this was the beginning of the end for me. I could barely hold on, period, full stop. Perhaps the volume of pee I was holding in now was less than before, maybe it was more. Point is, I could not reliably hold it anymore, and I found this out when changing my panties of all things. I took my all but destroyed pink panties off and took a look at them. They were dark and saturated entirely from front to back. I placed them in a plastic bag and put them in my backpack. Remember the arcade? Same deal. My pelvic floor screamed at me, my lower body locked up, I fell forward, leaning against the wall and spurted heavily. Given I was wearing no panties it was unimpeded, and shot out, colliding with my thigh and tearing a path down my leg, giving my kneesock a decent soak. I shoved my hand down and kneaded into myself only for another spurt to collide with my hand, causing it to spray in multiple directions and coat my legs. I stayed in that position for a solid 15 seconds before I had decided I had enough control of myself to continue. I put on a fresh pair of grey panties, before taking some toilet paper and wiping the results of my miniature wetting off the floor...Only for me to leak a bunch again when I bent over to do so. The fresh grey panties were only fresh for maybe 10 seconds before I felt the warmness gathering in my underwear and gushed another spurt through them onto the back of my legs and down into my boots. They darkened and were saturated immediately, and not much better off than my original pair. I figured I had just had 3 big leaks in under a minute...that was okay in a bathroom stall, but the public eye? I was mortified that I wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore, but I was so close to finishing the gauntlet....So I went for it. Unfortunately, I was even more desperate to pee than I had been before the 5 second pee challenge. To quote me: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa i neeed rto fucking pee 7:13 PM so fucking bad 7:13 PM its builty back up 7:13 PM and im grtting tired dowen trhereeeee So you know, I was literally on the verge of wetting myself like the damp little girl I already was, smack dab in the middle of a public mall on a friday night. All I could think was....Fuck. =====CHALLENGE NINE (7:17 PM) "Now time for the second plot device: the coins. Count how many you have so you can remember. Then go to a populated area and 'accidentally' drop them all from torso height. Pick them all back up. No rush." The ten minute wait for this challenge killed me by the way. I was literally sitting on a bench (per the norm) with my legs crossed tightly, a hand stuffed between my legs, bouncing like a MADWOMAN and shaking and sweating, glaring at anyone who DARED look at me, goddammit haven't you ever seen someone need to pee before?! Move along!! •KozmoFox> uwaaa i cant stop fucking bouncing on this benhc 7:16 PM people are looking at me 7:16 PM fuck 7:16 PM look away cunts 7:16 PM im just hyper 7:16 PM thats totally it 7:16 PM hyper 7:16 PM 7:16 PM 7:16 PM lets fucking go 7:17 PM IRS TIME 7:17 PM NEXT 7:17 PM AAAAAAA I stood up from that bench, gravity hit me, and for like the 100th time that night, I nearly wet myself completely on the spot. I legitimately buckled and nearly lost it. But I didn't, I just kept my hand between my legs, pressing on my crotch for dear life despite the numerous people around who could obviously see it, and hobbled on. Remember when I said I had to bring spare change as part of the rules? That came into play here. I was terrified, but I wasn't there to cheat, so I went and found the most populated nearby area I could find; an intersection sort of area between a bunch of very popular stores. There was tons of people milling about everywhere. And like a good little Kozmo, I did what I was told! You have no idea how happy I was that nobody tried to help me. I've never been more thankful for uncaring people in my entire life. It was hard to think about much else, as I was literally about to pee myself. I could feel my lower torso about to burst and the need to pee, the need to just give in and let it all flow out right there was so intense I almost actually did it, despite being surrounded by easily like, 60 people. And so I squatted to begin picking up my coins as fast as I possibly could. It really sucked, as I'm a person who carries a LOT of pocket change. The squatting pretty well squashed my bladder, and I discovered it didn't like that. I felt my panties grow warm and wet from their cold and damp state, and a BIG leak came out of me with a PSSHHH. I was picking up nickels and dimes frantically now, trying to get it over with so I could just stand up and get myself back under control. I managed to stop, but it started again almost as fast as it ended. I was slowly wetting myself in that position where everyone could see me. I knew my backpack was dipping down so nobody could see from behind, but if someone cared to stop and look right underneath me they would see the beginnings of a puddle starting to form. The second I picked up the last dime I just took the entire huge wad of napkins from my pocket, wiped it up, and plopped back on another nearby bench. (Malls have lots of benches) Now I was in a position, on this bench, where I was the most desperate to pee I've ever been in my entire life. My muscles were dead. I couldn't hold it. I COULDN'T hold it. I'm positive my constant leaking was the only thing stopping me from fully exploding, giving me just enough leeway to maintain the basest of my integrity just a biiit longer. The wait for the final challenge was the worst. It was agony. I was rocking back and forth, hand pressed HARD between my legs, when I wasn't typing I was literally like, slamming my fist off my thigh. My skirt was wet, front and back, if I stood up it would have been quite visibly so. I could feel the sweat from the sheer effort of holding all this pee beading at my chin. Some people looked very concerned, probably confused as there was a bathroom RIGHT THERE, but I paid them no attention. I could not. I could not afford to do anything but hold it in, and look at my phone. Anything else and I would pee myself, all over the bench in an INSTANT, and I knew it. I was the strangest mix of mortified and determined I've ever been in my entire life. Just a sneak peek as to my state of mind in chat. back of skirt is wet 7:22 PM i have 7:22 PM to fucking 7:22 PM pee 7:22 PM i cant stop like 7:22 PM slamming fist off my upper legg 7:22 PM when not typing 7:22 PM i cant stay still 7:22 PM i NEED 7:22 PM J< 7:22 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa to grp 7:22 PM to hold 7:22 PM i might not making it 7:22 PM to final challenge 7:22 PM im like opn the fucking brink of about tp piss myself 7:22 PM J So yeah, as far as I knew, this was the absolute end. =====CHALLENGE TEN (7:27 PM) "Final challenge! This isn't actually anything too exciting, I tried to arrange the challenges in a good paced order and this just ended up being left over. Go into the bathroom and use the sink to wash your hands for two minutes. You don't need to repeatedly soap them, but you have to keep them in the sink, under running water. If you leak at all during this challenge, you have to stop and leave the bathroom immediately, wait two minutes, and try again. If you leak the second time, then I guess that's this specific challenge failed. But maybe if you've lasted this long without anything worse happening, you could go for the final stretch Remember the passage from the starting rules: You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time. Also, once you've made it to wherever you want to go, before you relieve yourself, there's one last bonus challenge to read and try. Open it when you get there." This following challenge might have been the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. We all know at this point I'm desperate, I'm sweaty and fidgety and whimpery and reaaally soaked. I've leaked at this point more times than I can count, and my skirt/panties/knee socks/boots are suffering DEARLY for it. Honestly, if I were wearing pants, it could have been considered a major accident at the arcade, it would have been extremely visible. At least wearing a skirt and these particular colors it was less obvious. Well, not any more. The front and back are drenched at this point, even this second pair of underwear is beyond saving, and my very visible bare legs are covered in glistening streaks down to my significantly damn knee socks, and I'm sitting there slowly dribbling and leaking more and more into my panties and skirt praying none is getting out to hit the floor. And even after all that, at this moment, I'm more desperate than I have been in my entire life. One more challenge. <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leakage is happengin 7:24 PM i can feel iyt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa i dont dare look down to see if any is escapeing skirt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa fucfccckkk 7:24 PM i have a hdn buried btween my legs and theres people just glangince at me while they walk bu 7:24 PM i cant stop wiggling I get up off my bench and try to bolt to the bathroom. Nice try, me. Easily the biggest leak yet. Almost worthy of being called a full on accident. In that instant, my bladder completely gave out for a single moment. I felt a rush of pee spray out of me and into my underwear, ignoring the obstacle as if it weren't there. It gushed straight down my leg like a tidal wave, you know the kind. Its clinging to your leg but the torrent almost looks like it wants to break off? It streamed right across the back of my leg, tearing a line of heat down my sock and I felt under my foot inside my boot get a bit squishy. I barely got it back under wraps. I HEARD it splatter onto the ground, it was near deafening. I didn't dare turn back. I told myself I'd clean it up in a moment, I couldn't bear to see if anyone had seen. As my hand was in its near permanent position between my legs when I had my mid-stride accident, the front of my skirt that was stuffed there was soaked beyond repair. My giant stain of shame was there for the world to see, although I knew that through the course of the evening, the back was likely far, FAR worse. And so, I attempted the challenge. I started washing my hands, as my legs jiggled and danced, wet and cold as they were. I was going good for a solid 30 seconds when a girl exited a stall and started washing her hands too. Didn't take long for her to look at me. I stared back like a deer in the headlights. "Are....Are you okay?" I nodded as frantically as I could, hands still in the water. I maintained eyecontact with her as the warm water started fucking me over. I started peeing myself, quite badly, all while nodding at her. I just couldn't hold it. I removed my hands from under the water and felt a torrent drench my panties and thighs as it started soaking my socks. She didn't look down, so I'm not sure if she saw the puddle rapidly forming at my feet, but she quickly left. The second the door shut I fell to my knees, stuffed my hands and skirt between my legs, further drenching the skirt but managing to stop the flow. It was bad, but remember the rules. I got it under control, it wasn't a whole lot when compared to the absolute ocean about to explode my bladder, so I was still in the game. Even my jean sleeves were dark at the cuffs, it was humiliating. But I wasn't done yet. I hadn't lost. I could finish the gauntlet. I took some paper towel and cleaned my puddle. I took more, went back out into the mall, got on my hands and knees, and cleaned up my other puddle. I told passerbys I had spilled water, even though there was an old lady across the way that was there beforehand, eying me suspiciously. I leaked more while I was on my hands and knees there, tiny trails streaming down my inner thighs around sensitive areas...I just couldn't reliably hold it, I was that desperate. I was in control one moment, absolutely not the next. I managed to clean everything up, and went back in the bathroom for attempt two. 2 agonizing minutes of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced. My bladder was screaming at me with all the fury of the seven hells to just piss all over the floor where I was standing and just give it some goddamn relief. But I couldn't. I was so close. The entire time, I stared myself in the mirror just muttering. "Don't pee. Don't pee. Don'-- Don't you dare fucking pee." I think someone came in and took a stall at some point. I didn't care. Finishing this challenge was all I cared about. And you know what? I did it. I did it and I almost cried and I immediately messaged Rainyday asking if I was allowed to pee. Guess what? Nope! Remember the rule? I had to go to the parking lot or somewhere else outside. Only then could I relieve myself. I hobbled to the nearest exit, leaking the whole way. Every step I'd spurt a little. I just could not hold it. I was no longer in complete control and I was not getting complete control back. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. You're probably imagining this in a slow dramatic fashion but it was more like 3 steps a second with little bits of pee shooting out of me every go. I was frothing at the mouth. My face felt hot and blushy, my blood racing and rushing, I was drooling and sputtering and moaning and groaning I was just so close and I didn't care who saw. I was a wet desperate mess of a human being, constantly peeing just a little against my own control. My boots squishing every step. I took careful measures to not leave a trail, making sure if my panties and skirt didn't catch it, my jacket sleeves did. Hunched over, knockkneed and hobbling with my hands pressed into my crotch, many would see me and think a walk of shame. Nah, man. I was still going. I had completed the final challenge and was on the home stretch. This was a walk of victory. On a side note? Bladder bulge was ridiculous. I've always seen pictures and been like, why don't I ever have something like that when I hold? Those look ridiculous how does a person hold enough to look like they have an alien inside them? Tonight I finally understood. Jeeeesus. Before I knew it, I was at the car. I opened the final bonus challenge. =====LAST BONUS CHALLENGE (7:39 PM) "Again, nothing too exciting. You've made it to the end, lasted through everything, etc. Well done! So, you can last a bit longer. The bonus challenge is easy: just wait for five more minutes here, and then you can go. Good luck." I read those words and literally, for a brief moment and time, wanted to actually die. It was so tempting. I was in the car lot, next to the car, completely soaked already and just free of the mall and of people and I could just let go right there. But I had come so far, and I wasn't going to allow this to tarnish my victory. Didn't stop me from bitching about it like crazy though. It was so hard. I leaned against the car, one hand holding my area between my legs in a vice grip for dear life, the other holding the phone and reading the encouragement. Reminder that the chat wasn't just Rainyday, several Omo.org friends came to witness my monumental challenge and offer me encouragement and support the whole way through. And they kept telling me. "Come on Crim, you can do it!" "You made it to the end, you can do 5 more minutes!" "You're doing great, keep it up!" "Make us proud, Crim." <--- All of these are direct quotes, by the way. I had a cheerleading squad that made tonight do-able. I would actually like to take this moment to thank @JustCallum, @Rainyday, @Pache, and absolutely NOT @blooper for being the best company and emotional support during an epic Omorashi challenge gauntlet a gal could ask for. Feat. @Lisk who showed up, said like one sentence, and left. Let me tell you guys. I leaked and dribbled and sputtered the entire time. Some spurts were bigger than others, including a notable momentary loss of control where I peed myself for a solid 3 seconds, a torrent destroying any dry fabric left on me as I just moaned into my car window, fogging it up. The cold window felt so nice against my sweaty head. It was around this moment I realized I had somehow, at some point, gotten my T-shirt wet. Figures, given I had been constantly and slowly wetting myself since I had left the fuckin' bathroom after challenge 10. Notable quotes from me, trying to distract myself from the desperate agony, by talking about my desperate agony, because I'm goddamned stupid: KozmoFox> uwaaa im going to piss werywhere 7:36 PM okay <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ohnfuck 7:39 PM i fuck 7:39 PM i dotnt hink 7:39 PM i can 7:39 PM wait 7:39 PM 5 mirwe <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leaking 7:39 PM on ground <•KozmoFox> uwaaa gushed down leffss <•KozmoFox> uwaaa but 7:41 PM regained •KozmoFox> uwaaa i eekp fucking spurting im gonnsa die <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ive ltierslly been slowly peeing myself since i left building hwo am i still 7:43 PM holding <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Rainy 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM when can i 7:44 PM please •KozmoFox> uwaaa pleas ei cant hold it 7:44 PM when •KozmoFox> uwaaa when 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM fucking 7:44 PM say 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM plesse You can probably tell that by the end there I was completely losing control. I hadn't been able to actually hold it for quite awhile at this point, but then? Any semblance of control I had left was slipping. By the time I was doing the single word messages at the bottom, I was steadily and thoroughly pissing myself next to the car, it was streaming down my legs and splashing across my feet and all over the pavement. I was going to say you could 20 seconds ago 7:44 PM But I had to answer your question 7:44 PM You wiiinnnnnn------ 7:44 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa CAN I OR CAN I NO 7:44 PM FUCK Final time: 1:45 of constant desperate agony, from opening the first email, to being told I'm allowed to pee. In this situation, the word "FUCK" coincides with me LITERALLY exploding. The second I read "You win", I couldn't even remotely hold on if I tried. The words registered, my body completely let go. I started peeing full force. And peeing, and peeing, and peeing. Power-peeing, if you will. I didn't so much as move my arm, my entire lower body got soaked, re-soaked, and soaked again in seconds. My panties had no hope against this barrage, I had like three streams going, from off the backs of both knees and through my skirt into my hand, into an extremely heavy stream hitting the ground with all it had. My socks could absorb no more. I actually stepped out of my boots and just stood my soft feet in the growing lake of my making. After like 30 seconds I removed my hand and just relaxed my entire body, letting it flow from straight between my legs onto the ground below. Someone walked by and totally saw that part, but trust me, I was so relieved I could give less of a shit. I felt goddamn humiliated afterwards, sure, but at that moment I didn't care. This relief was worth an orgasm and a half, I felt like I had literally been reborn. By the time I was halfway done I was so relieved and relaxed I could have napped. By the time I was done, I was standing in a lake that would make a hurricane jealous. I actually almost did nap, I couldn't bring myself to start driving so I just sat in the car in my wet clothes and the heat on for like half an hour, just leaning back and chatting in IRC, enjoying not being on the brink of wetting myself like a little girl for the first time in maybe 2 hours. Of course, I had just done exactly that, but who cares? I was also, naturally, PAINFULLY aroused, but this is not the place for that, that's not what this tale is about. I eventually pulled it together, stripped off my bottoms, and drove home like that, where I am now writing about my lovely evening. Reminder one final time. Rainyday is satan. I won't be doing requests like this again for a very long time, if ever again, but damn. To paraphrase myself from the first experience I wrote like 2 years ago... this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've ever done. I'm likely never going to do a hold like this again. I think this hold, this experience, is my magnum opus. My Mona Lisa. It won't be topped by anything I do. Not to be full of myself, but I don't think anything like this exists on the experiences forum, and I'm extremely proud of myself. I put my body and soul (and self-esteem) on the line for you guys. I hope I did you all proud. I hope I captured what omorashi.org is all about today. Thank you all for reading this long as hell tale that might as well be a novel, for sticking with me this long, and for just overall being awesome people. This has been Kozmo-Lotto 4!~ Please tell me what you thought, drop a comment, shoot a message, whatever!! ^^ I love you all, and I hope you have an amazing day!
  2. LDM242

    Wetting PJ's outside

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    Fancied a wet, tight pyjama bottoms :)

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  3. View File Wetting PJ's outside Fancied a wet, tight pyjama bottoms :) Submitter LDM242 Submitted 06/16/2018 Category Public wetting Clothing Pajamas Panties/Undies  
  4. Ville811

    female accident on the bus

    Hey there. Long time since I last posted. Well I was coming home from work and I was really desperate and my bus ride was awfully long. I had been sitting there about 20 minutesand I realised that I won't make it and took out my phone and let some into my jeans. You can also see my green boxers from the hole in my jeans. Well spurts on the video eased my situation and I didn't flood the bench all the way there was just a small spot as I stood up but my ass was soaked thru. As I walked home from the bus stop I let the rest into my pants. Well here is the video. Thanks fo IMG_1909.MOV r reading.
  5. View File Japanese Twitter video collection 2 A sequel to my first collection. Here are some more videos from Twitter profiles that are no longer available. Here are short descriptions of each .zip file: 00hime_tan0 - panty and skirt wetting videos (4 videos totaling about 4 minutes) bloomersbloomer - public wetting videos (23 videos totaling about 22 minutes) hatkaret - panty wetting videos (4 videos totaling about 4 minutes) iori_poo - panty messing videos (3 videos totaling about 1.5 minutes) Knmzkikt - panty and diaper wetting videos (3 videos totaling about 3 minutes) mek_secret_ - a variety of desperation and wetting videos (21 videos totaling about 36 minutes) meko_kazu - wetting and pooping videos [WARNING: VISIBLE POOP] (9 videos totaling about 11 minutes) mmomomot - a variety of wetting videos (8 videos totaling about 9 minutes) OaO___m - a variety of wetting videos (11 videos totaling about 7.5 minutes) oshigamafriend - pants and shorts wetting videos (3 videos totaling about 4 minutes) osk_mk_omrs - skirt and shorts wetting videos (3 videos totaling about 3 minutes) rurigukan - skirt and shorts wetting videos (4 videos totaling about 4 minutes) sayu_hinann - shorts and panty wetting videos (4 videos totaling about 2 minutes) Y_henn - pants and skirt wetting videos (4 videos totaling about 4.5 minutes) yuki__xx__osgm - a variety of desperation and wetting videos (20 videos totaling about 16.5 minutes) yun_om - pants and shorts wetting videos (7 videos totaling about 9.5 minutes) kucibirururu, Mii_HLove, NusMz, s_i_t_k_, shiloveshi, sweetsberry928, ura_h_wakame, & ycJiiF8cHWvJtTb - a variety of wetting videos by different people that I've lumped into one file since there wasn't enough videos by each person to split them into separate files (14 videos totaling about 18.5 minutes) The rest - These are all videos that I saved before I thought to name the files after their uploader, and thus I have no idea who uploaded each of these ones. I'm fairly certain that none of these have been uploaded here before and that the original uploader's Twitter page is closed. (40 videos totaling about 30.5 minutes) For more, check out this thread: Submitter JackedUp Submitted 06/14/2018 Category Peeing  
  6. JackedUp

    Japanese Twitter video collection 2

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    A sequel to my first collection. Here are some more videos from Twitter profiles that are no longer available. Here are short descriptions of each .zip file: 00hime_tan0 - panty and skirt wetting videos (4 videos totaling about 4 minutes) bloomersbloomer - public wetting videos (23 videos totaling about 22 minutes) hatkaret - panty wetting videos (4 videos totaling about 4 minutes) iori_poo - panty messing videos (3 videos totaling about 1.5 minutes) Knmzkikt - panty and diaper wetting videos (3 videos totaling about 3 minutes) mek_secret_ - a variety of desperation and wetting videos (21 videos totaling about 36 minutes) meko_kazu - wetting and pooping videos [WARNING: VISIBLE POOP] (9 videos totaling about 11 minutes) mmomomot - a variety of wetting videos (8 videos totaling about 9 minutes) OaO___m - a variety of wetting videos (11 videos totaling about 7.5 minutes) oshigamafriend - pants and shorts wetting videos (3 videos totaling about 4 minutes) osk_mk_omrs - skirt and shorts wetting videos (3 videos totaling about 3 minutes) rurigukan - skirt and shorts wetting videos (4 videos totaling about 4 minutes) sayu_hinann - shorts and panty wetting videos (4 videos totaling about 2 minutes) Y_henn - pants and skirt wetting videos (4 videos totaling about 4.5 minutes) yuki__xx__osgm - a variety of desperation and wetting videos (20 videos totaling about 16.5 minutes) yun_om - pants and shorts wetting videos (7 videos totaling about 9.5 minutes) kucibirururu, Mii_HLove, NusMz, s_i_t_k_, shiloveshi, sweetsberry928, ura_h_wakame, & ycJiiF8cHWvJtTb - a variety of wetting videos by different people that I've lumped into one file since there wasn't enough videos by each person to split them into separate files (14 videos totaling about 18.5 minutes) The rest - These are all videos that I saved before I thought to name the files after their uploader, and thus I have no idea who uploaded each of these ones. I'm fairly certain that none of these have been uploaded here before and that the original uploader's Twitter page is closed. (40 videos totaling about 30.5 minutes) For more, check out this thread:

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  7. View File JAV - EE-169 - Classroom Poop Desperation and Accidents From the JAV Blog - This one features Japanese school girls desperate to poop in class, and eventually having accident in their panties. Kind of like a couple of videos a while back with girls having accidents in class, only this time with poop. ***Warning, may include poop **** Enjoy, Rach Source: Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 10/04/2017 Category Female videos Clothing  
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    While this file uses Omutsu in its name it does still have a lot of straight up omorashi as well. The video starts with a girl walking on a gravel path and lifting up her skirt so we can see her panties. We then see another girl wet her panties and then walk off to make a phone call. The same girl wets her panties again while she is making a call from a phone box. She then heads into a fast food restaurant. It then cuts to another girl wearing a diaper which we can see poking out from under her dress. She then also enters the fast food restaurant. The two girls then meet up with a third girl and talk for a bit while they get their food. The group of four girls (no idea where the other one came from) now head outside and walk down the street. There is a cut to one of the girl's showing their panties on the bus and then two scenes of two girls wetting themselves on the street. One of the girls gets a piggy back from a stranger and he lifts her skirt up. The girls then get on the bus. Then there is a close up of one of the girls wetting her diaper. The next scene has one of the girls putting a diaper on another girl. Then another girl is diapered. There is a cut to the bus where one of the girls wets her diaper. I think it leaks. Next three girls are talking on the street and showing off their diapers. They talk to a lot of people with pixellated faces . Then one of the girls wets her diaper. Two of the girls have their diapers removed. One girl wrings out her diaper to show how much she peed. Everyone eats some food. Then the third girl has her diaper removed and is spanked (lightly). Then the girl who spanked her is also spanked. Then both girls are spanked by a fourth girl. In the next scene a girl is given an enema while she kisses another girl. Then three girls kiss each other. The girl who had the enema now releases it into her pyjamas then receives a hug. Another girl rubs the mess in with her foot. Two girls kiss. One of the kissing girls pees on the enema girl through her pyjamas. A girl is given a laxative and joins the other two girls. The laxative girl is then put into a diaper. The two other girls stroke the laxative girl while she is encouraged to let go. The laxative girl lets go and is then embraced by the other girls. The laxative girl has her diaper removed and the enema girl is given a second enema. The enema girl and laxative girl both mess themselves. The scene ends with the girls sucking on each other's nipples. The rest of the video seems to be some sort of advertisement for other videos with various wetting and messing situations. Sorry about the randomness of the description but I just wrote it as I saw it. The video is kind of hard to follow but can be good if it is what you are into.

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    Given that last time I got picked up for using too many tags I have just used the most relevant ones this time. In short this video is about a group of schoolgirls who are introduced to diapers by their school teacher. I don't know enough Japanese to translate but it seems like the teacher is trying to teach the girls either about diapers or omutsu. If someone could translate what she writes on the board it might help with the distinction. The teacher first tries to get the girls to put on baby pull up diapers but none are successful. So the teacher then demonstrates how to put a diaper on by putting a diaper on one of the students. The class then split up into pairs to diaper each other. The girls then play around for a bit and end up putting a diaper on the teacher. The teacher then demonstrates how to pee in the diaper and the other girls do the same at various times. The teacher and girls also have their diapers changed at various points. There is a short public scene where one of the girls (and presumably another who is holding the camera) go for a short walk through some streets and a parking garage while wearing their diapers. There is then a VERY softcore sex scene between the teacher and her boyfriend/husband. It starts with her diapering her boyfriend/husband and then they continue to be intimate. The scene is censored/regulated so you don't get to see anything and most of it is hidden by the diapers anyways. The intimacy ends with the teacher having and orgasm and then a cut to where she gives the boyfriend/husband a blowjob. I left the scene in for completeness. I personally skip this scene when watching it. The final scene is of three of the schoolgirls in a bedroom soaking their diapers and changing. With the scenes in the classroom, the wettings were only small, however in this scene the girls really let go. I am not sure but it looks like the girls may be having a competition to see who can pee the most into their diaper. The movie ends with the girls changing their diapers and a fade out.

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  10. bh90210

    DVKS-05

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    Japanese women wetting diapers in public and private

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  11. Bulmafan97

    "Two Accidents" Comic

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    On the same weekend back in late 2016, two ladies shared stories of recent accidents at Toiletstool.com that are pretty delightful to people with our interests. The first was Carla, whose dog knocked the pee out of her in the final comic of last year. The other poster shared two stories in one, so I'm presenting both of them together as the next file in the series. Ashley O. is a 23-year-old who ruins an accident-free streak when she decides to skip the port-a-potties during a fall farm trip with her friends and their children. Their next stop is a hay ride, and Ashley's bladder getting bounced around in its super full state is about to spell disaster, especially because she's in a very public place. Her next story happens just a few weeks later and it's waaayyy more embarrassing. Ashley puts off a much-needed poop while at work, and she's already pushing her limits but then the fire alarm goes off and she now has no choice but to hold it. Standing outside only makes her desire for relief worse, and she's put off for too long that she can't even trust a fart right now... The bundle release of the last few Stephanie tales was sort of a test for how I would release a comic based on multiples accounts, and by extension smaller stories being lumped together, to see how well they'd sell compared to cheaper singles. I can't say enough how much each sale means to me, and if you goes keep paying more for more like this you can count on more and more from my end. For $4 you get these 2 stories, whether you like pee or poop there's sure to be something in here to like. Both stories are heavy on the desperation and embarrassment so if that's your bag then I'd at least take peeks at each. But as I said, a purchase gets you access to both. Part 01 had 11 pages and 02 has 10, as usual there are high resolution and scaled down copies of each page. Each story also features the usual 'x-ray' shots so there is some nudity. I hope you enjoy and look forward to more desperation and accident adventures ahead, feedback is always welcome. At this time I am not taking requests, but only because I have so much in store. Thanks for stopping by! The story's original text can be found on Old Posts from the Toilet Page #2597

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  12. rachelkirwan

    Public Jeans Wetting

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    Name says it all... a girl cycles and pushes her bike around town, increasingly desperate. She has a couple of smaller accidents in her jeans, before wetting them completely, and making a get away on her bike. From My Dirty Hobby. Enjoy, Rach

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  13. Despholder

    Public wetting at the mall

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    She soaks her pants big time whilst heading towards the exit of the mall, surrounded by shoppers than she makes a run to her car so the others think it was an accident

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  14. AquaticGoddess

    Out of diapers

    Annie was out of diapers. This never happened because, Annie being Annie, was organised. She knew that without diapers she was likely to pee by mistake because, at this point, she had rewired her once iron bladder to release on certain body positions. Unfortunately for Annie, this wasn't just sitting on the toilet. She had progressed from that long ago and now favoured peeing standing up no matter what she was wearing. Luckily for Annie, it was still sunny and warm outside allowing her to drape her willowy frame in to a floaty maxi dress of dark blue (a colour that contrasted nicely with her pale features). Her straw coloured hair fell past her shoulders highlighting her dark brown eyes. On her petite get she wore sandals. Unluckily for Annie, she had drunk two cups of tea and some milk from her cereal before realising her full predicament. Although she didn't feel the urge now it was only a matter of time until she did. The question was whether she risked the fifteen minute walk to the pharmacy to get more diapers or see if the need to pee materialised. She could have a half hour window but she could equally only have five minutes. But, without diapers, Annie couldn't risk going to lectures. She hadn't actually peed in a lecture (yet) but she had taken herself just outside the room once or twice. During those times she had taken refuge round a corner in order to flood her diaper only to rejoin the lecture warm, wet and satisfied. Annie couldn't do that, couldn't rely on that, unless she went now. Tea or no tea, she had to make it. The journey there had three distinct sections. The past closest to Annie's house she shared with her flatmates was surrounded by houses and was built up. The second part was a local park with an ornamental pond, run-down playground and a locked, derelict toilet block. The third section, where the pharmacy lay, was in the heart of the town. Surrounding it was the high street. Lots of shops equals lots of people even in this economy. Annie set off at a brisk walk. There was no point wasting time so Annie zoned out and listened to her mp3 player letting the concrete of the suburbs morph in to the natural greens of the park. The dirt paths being kinder on her sandelled feet than the pavement had been. It was at this point Annie felt the first twinge. It wasn't imminent but it was a stark warning. At this point, however, it was just as far to go to the pharmacy as it was to go home. Annie piled on. Just as Annie was about to enter the path from the park to the town, Annie felt a stronger urge. It was ok, she reasoned, she was essentially going to buy a toilet, she could do this. Five minutes later amie was opening the door to the pharmacy. A little bell rung above the door and a cool blast of the air-con made Annie gasp and bundle the front part of her dress into her crotch. Out of the moment, Annie realised what she was doing and composed herself making her way to the adult diapers. Just looking at them had the same affect as being a step away from a toilet. Before she could stop it, she spurted. Her panties were soaked instantly and a warm trickle made it down her bare leg before she got her bladder back under control. Picking up the packet of diapers she wanted she noticed on the floor where she had been stood there was a single so of liquid on the otherwise pristine laminate floor. She really hope no one noticed but her cheeks burned anyway as she hurriedly bought the diapers mumbling something about being on an errand for her grandma. OK, as the bell chimed for the second time in her journey, it was time for a battle plan. She was not going to make it home. Her best bet was to make do somewhere in the park. During the week it was fairly quiet but dog walkers made regular appearances every so often. But, as plans went, it was the only one she had as she spurted once again into her panties. The steam, how she was walking, but her legs at random angles not in a stream but a splash. This was not good with five minutes to go to the park. Annie reasoned that once she reached the park she could make her way to the old toilet block, put a diaper on there and make her way home. Simple. The toilet block was in sight and, like with the diapers earlier, Annie let out another spurt at the thought of the impending release of her bladder. The toilet block was locked. Annie slammed the door until her hands were red and inflamed. Risking round the block she found the men's. Although the stalls were still locked in the building, there was a small entrance way that would allow Annie some privacy as she ripped open the package of diapers. She hitched up her skirt past the waist and pulled off her sopping wet panties making sure to check for passers by. She had just opened the diaper flat and started to put it between her legs when the floodgates opened. There was no stopping this as amie stood half naked from the waist down in broad daylight peeing into an open diaper. She was so zoned out with bliss, and still peeing, when the yap of a small dog brought Annie to her senses. Still peeing she slammed her diaper in place with just her hand and yanked her short down as quickly as she could without letting go of the bulky diaper. The dog owner gleamed at Annie but was soon engrossed with playing fetch with her dog. Moving on down the path and out of eye sight with the smashed Annie thanks to some trees. It had been two minutes by the time Annie finally speed leaking. Hitching her skirt up again she temporarily discarded the used diaper on the floor and expertly trapped herself into another. Walking away with the soaked diaper in hand, Annie dumped the diaper in a bin and her sopping panties in her bag. Considering the whole experience, Annie was horny. With that she went home to pleasure herself with the rhythmic crinkle of the diaper as a backdrop. Overall, Annie was feeling wet in more ways than one.
  15. Firstly, I apologize if this is already posted somewhere else. I did a very quick search without finding anything, so I hope I'm in the clear! I don't frequently encounter people peeing in unexpected public situations, but on the occasions I do, I'm always surprised by how it makes me feel. You would think, being crazy into omo and similar pee-related interests, that I would find it a massive turn-on, but it doesn't usually seem to be that way. There are only two examples coming to mind at the moment. For the first one, several years ago, I was running a big road race when I looked over at the trees to the side of the road. One of the guys in the race had run just past the edge of the woods bordering the road to take a leak...right there in front of everyone--us ladies included. He made little effort to hide what he was doing, though I don't think anyone could see anything other than his back and his stream. The second occurred very recently. I was driving down an exit ramp on the highway when I looked over at a parked car to the side of the road. Next to it, a guy "whipped it out" and started relieving himself by the side of the road with no effort at all to conceal himself. His stream was very obvious and, if I had been intent on snooping a little more, I have little doubt I could've gotten a good look at his penis! Instead of finding these incidents super hot, however, I felt kinda awkward and embarrassed for both of them...so I'm curious: How do YOU feel when you stumble across someone peeing in public when you're not expecting it? Also, a question for the men: Does it seem weird to you that these guys would just pull it out and let loose out in the open where anyone, women included, could see them? We gals are a little more prohibited in that regard, so I wonder if that skews my perspective. Maybe it's ironic that I would ask this, since I find risky peeing absolutely exhilarating, but it catches me off-guard when people pee like that without even attempting to hide it.
  16. PeerPressure

    female Liquid Leg Warmers

    Got another wetting tale for you all!! This was yesterday's adventure. If you want to skip over the buildup/background and get straight to the wetting, I suggest jumping to paragraph 4! It was one of those days. You all know them. The clouds heavily loomed overhead, weighing down the sky, the grayness weighing down everyone's mood. To make matters worse, the October chill was hanging in the air. It was a mediocre day at work, everyone's demeanor as drab as the day. When I pulled into my apartment at the end of the day, I wanted some excitement to get my spirits up and my heart pounding. My last pee-related excursion outside of the four walls that confine my apartment was my trek into the men's room just over a week ago. I was long overdue. At roughly 5:30PM, it was still too early to attempt another dash into the men's room (I'm not bold enough just yet to try it in daylight), and I didn't feel like waiting until nightfall to get my fun in. I dragged myself out of my work clothes and looked through my closet for something a bit more appropriate for some incognito public wetting...something I hadn't yet checked off of my list. Sure, I've peed while running, wet my bikini at the beach, done the classic duck behind a bush to relieve myself, and even almost gotten caught by a group of guys while watering a parking garage floor (a story for another time, perhaps? ), but I'd never done any real, totally intentional, good ol' classic panty-wetting while walking around town. What better time to give it a shot than when everything's already wet? I could have as much fun as I wanted and nobody would have a clue! I slipped into a nice, warm, gray sweater and pulled a totally weather-inappropriate black skirt over a pair of cheap pink panties, and I was all set! Though I, very intentionally, hadn't urinated for the last few hours at work, I downed a few glasses of water for good measure and grabbed a bottle for the road. I glanced out the window--only a very light drizzle. Perfect. I left my umbrella where it lay in my closet and stepped out into the chilly air. The cool air nipped at my legs, giving me goosebumps, but I smiled to myself, knowing that I would soon have the means to warm them back up. I decided to make my way to some nearby shops to peruse any new holiday decorations they had on display. It was surprisingly crowded in town for such a dismal day, a prospect that made me tingle with excitement and nervousness. On occasion, I would stop at a store window and look in. I could feel myself shaking. No matter how many times I pee myself or experiment in some way with my urine, every new endeavor is practically like my first time, sending jolts of adrenaline through me and turning my stomach inside out. The thrill was building, but the urge to relieve myself was developing more slowly than I anticipated. Figuring I must be less hydrated than I initially thought, I nursed on my bottle. Some time went by. It was pushing 6:20 by the time my bladder alerted me to my need to seek out the facilities, a need that was joyously denied. The drizzle was long finished by now, my brunette hair made sleek by a only faint layer of moisture. I smiled at people as I passed them on the sidewalk, wondering what they would do if they knew the woman sweetly greeting them was about to pee all over herself in the middle of a relatively busy street. 6:30; the urge was growing rapidly now, as was the gnawing of hunger in my stomach. It just so happened that, as an idea flourished in my mind, these two primal urges coincided wonderfully. I found a truck vendor selling burritos and decided to kill two birds with one stone. Why not wet myself while ordering my meal? A smirk snuck across my face as soon as the thought flashed through my mind--talking to some totally oblivious cashier with a trickle down my leg, soaking my legs and filling my shoes with warm splendor. A surge of energy shot through me, electrifying my nerves, kicking my heart into overdrive. I made my way over to the truck, my heart pounding in my throat, and took my place in line, taking note of all the people around and questioning if I should follow through. "What's the worst that can happen?" I thought to myself, "Everything is already thoroughly drenched and besides, my legs could use a little extra warmth." I waited for my turn and, at last, made my way to the window, trying to hide my trembling (and, at this point, reasonably-strong urge to empty the contents of my bladder). As I was talking to the cashier, I began pushing. The muscles refused to cooperate. It was as if I had forgotten how to pee! He said something to me, but I missed it, obviously distracted. "Ma'am?" He questioned. "I'm sorry," my attention snapped back to him, though I maintained some focus on getting the gears moving downstairs. He repeated his question and I answered, my panties still bone-dry, but my bladder urging me to let go. He stepped away for a minute, presumably to get my order ready. I kept at it, trying to release the fluid. As he came back to take my money, the first spurts of warm urine finally burst through, albeit briefly, instantly soaking into my panties. I cracked a smile at this feat, and realizing I probably looked mental just smiling to myself, tried to play it cool like I was smiling at him. With a bit more effort as I reached into my purse to get the money, I managed to release a bit more, most of it still caught in my panties. The warm, wet, fabric stuck enticingly to my vulva. I handed him a couple of bills, my hands visibly shaking. He looked at me, concerned, and asked, "Are you alright, ma'am?" I assured him everything was fine as my spurts, at last, broke into a stream. The flood exited around the crotch of my panties as the warmth spread slightly up my butt. I heard a faint pattering between my legs from some stray pee that had fallen from the center of my crotch. I quickly jolted my legs together, directing all of the pee down my thighs. I nervously looked around to see if anyone had noticed. If they had, they pretended not to--most everyone with their eyes glued to their phones. I could feel my face turning red hot as cascades of pee delivered life-giving warmth back to my chilly legs, finally and soaking into my socks. He handed me my change and bid me a good evening, a courtesy I returned as I turned away, my liquid leg warmers still at work. My shoes now squished with every step, drawing no attention, under the guise that I must've stepped into a puddle. A few seconds later, as I unwrapped my burrito and took my first bites, the warm trickle from my urethra concluded at last. I glanced down nonchalantly, my face still burning ferociously, even warmer than the wet, tingly, lady bits that lay beneath my skirt. My legs were very obviously wet, but on a day like today, I figured nobody would second guess it. This still didn't stop my heart from pounding relentlessly. I walked around a bit as I ate, the warmth of the pee that covered my legs sapping away into the cool evening air. I spilled bits of my burrito in between drinks of water as I traipsed around a bit more. Finally, even my crotch matched the damp chill of the air. Not to fret, however, for by 7:00, my water consumption paid off and I was ready to go again! I turned and made my way toward home, excitement still rushing through me as I replayed the puzzled look on the vendor's face, his oblivious nature as I casually peed all over my own legs right in front of him and even a line of other people!! The thrill of such a taboo action, but everybody in complete ignorance! As I walked past the last few shops on the street, I looked at the people around me, smiling, and began pushing again. Like before, it took effort (I guess after a lifetime of conditioning, it's not particularly easy to pee yourself in front of total strangers), but it came a bit more easily this time. I nodded a cheerful greeting to a couple I passed as that familiar warmth flooded my panties yet again, overflowing and making its way downward. I shook with a chill as the pee spread across my legs yet again, some of it spattering onto the ground, indistinguishable, to the uninformed eye, from my splashing steps. Here came that shot of adrenaline again. I almost wanted to jump for joy, and likely would have if it wouldn't have entailed showering my pee all over everything and drawing unnecessary attention to myself. Inversely correlated with the level of fluid in my bladder, my level of excitement, if you get what I mean, increased as pee jet into my panties. I wanted so badly to rub myself right there as I leaked, but refrained. Again, the last few drops came to a sputtering end, the warm wetness clinging to my legs and, more pleasurably, my nether region . At last, as I arrived at the doorstep of my apartment, my legs, crotch, and butt were quite cold, heightening the sexual sensations as they glistened with moisture. I hurriedly burst through my door, stripped out of my wet clothes, and made my way to a warm shower, reiterating the events of the evening over and over in my head. You can be sure as heck I gave some special attention to my tingling anatomy as a reward for a fantastic close to an otherwise dreary day. Finally, before shutting off the water, I had just enough pee to complete my newly-customary attempt to pee standing during every shower (and admittedly, sometimes when I'm just bored and not showering ). It was a moderate success, though still not quite enough of one to attempt the toilet just yet. Hope you all enjoyed reading about this thrilling experience! Until I finally manage to use a urinal, it's going to be challenging to find an experience that parallels this!
  17. It’s girlfriend here! So for anyone who enjoys rock, metal and heavier music might know that in Montebello, Quebec (Canada) they do what is called Rockfest. For those who don’t know - it’s a massive rock festival (think coachella but less frilly) that takes over the ENTIRE TOWN. There’s 200,000 people going to be there from June 14 - 17. Im wanting to have some Omo and pee play fun. I want to hear so experienced and ideas about how we can incorporate our little fetish into an extremely public play weekend.
  18. Snuggle-Butt

    female A Soaking Wet Road Trip

    Okay. So I did a thing today too. So I had to take a road trip a few hours to a not so nearby town, and then back for some kind of business stuff. It took ALL DAY. So I packed a few pairs of clothes, a few diapers, and PLENTY to drink. So. The plan. Stay hella hydrated, pee a little every exit on the highway, every time we slowed to a stop on the highway, and when I got to town, every red light. Wear a diaper under my clothes. Intentionally leak and wet my dress or skirt at least once. Knock a couple things out at once. So here’s some things I wore, in order: Black Skirt and Leggings (thanks CarmenCD) with a Red shirt. Molicare underneath. Later an Always Pull-up. Looked hella cute I think. Gray sweatpants with a Pull-up underneath. Shirt didn’t get wet the first time. Kept it on. Black dress with an Always Pull-up. And then changed the Pull-up for a new one. And then later another Molicare, but with a stuffer. In the black skirt-leggings combo, with the huge thick diaper underneath, I spent most of the first half of the trip. I peed almost willy nilly, completely ignoring my self imposed rules. Eventually it leaked a little, but it wasn’t visible, and it was only a little. I changed at a gas station into a pull-up and kept going. Made sure to chug an energy drink to increase my desperation and wake me up. In the pull-up, I more obeyed the rules, but my bladder had already been waking up before I drank the energy drink. The energy drink threw me into a place of no return. Some of my little drops I was letting out were some really big spurts that I couldn’t hold back. About an hour later, I had to go really REALLY badly, bouncing in my seat, and I stopped being able to wait for an exit, I just started spurting kind of a few times every minute. It didn’t take long for me to notice I was leaking, and pretty bad. I was going to stop at the next gas station to pee myself completely in public and change, but traffic slowed down WAY too much, and I ended up flooding the pull-up, soaking the skirt, AND my seat. Too much too soon. So I walked in with my skirt clinging to me a little too much, head hung low, and asked if I could use the bathroom to change. Luckily the guy didn’t pay me any attention. Thank god. So I changed into gray sweatpants and another pull-up. Shirt miraculously didn’t get wet. I put a bedwetting pad on the seat before I got back in. I kept up roughly the same thing, but not really trying to hold back if I had to go. My bladder was a little tired, and so was I. Last leg of the trip there. Stopped at a gas station near where my meeting was with soaked sweatpants, also clinging to me. I didn’t say anything to the cashier, just went in and changed. I put on a little black dress that was barely appropriate, and pull-ups for my meeting. The pull-ups for some reason or another proved necessary. Either because my bladder was weak, or because of how long it was. But I was fine. Wasn’t too hydrated for it. No leaks. Timed it just right. I excused myself after the meeting, changed my pull-up in their ladies room, and stuck around a little bit for the customary small talk for an hour or so, at least it seemed like it. They offered me to go get drinks with them, but I honestly really had to get back home. I was going to run out of diapers before I made it home if I stuck around too long. I drove back for a while, wetting a bit, hydrating a bit. I made it about halfway through on the one pull-up this time, and at the gas station I just put on another Molicare to last till the end. Started hydrating a bit more cause I wanted to soak myself again. And did I ever. It didn’t leak thanks to a stuffer I put in, but it was soooooo thick. I loved it. I got home. I got my magic wand, and I came three times before I fell asleep in my diaper and dress on the bed. I woke up a few hours later leaking, but it wasn’t all over the bed. Thank god. And then I typed this up. Aaaannnd now I’m horny again. I’m going to go spend some more quality time with my wand now.
  19. Have any of you ever peed or pooped your pants in public? What was it like? What happened? Who was there? Where were you? I've peed in public many times. For basically my entire sophomore year of high school, I would pee on myself at least a little almost every day. Most often use enough to wet my underwear or have a small wet spot but every so often I would let out more than I bargained for and get a nice sized wet spot. Hiding that was always thrilling. People only noticed my wet spot once or twice, and I denied profusely what I had done, saying I had spilled water or something. There are a few particular incidents that stand out to me. One time was during this sophomore year. I had stayed after school for play rehearsal. It was only a few people, the leads, in the basement of the school. Upstairs, crew was building the set as well. Anyway, I was allowed to leave a little wary because they were going to stage a scene that I wasn't in, so I was left waling up the stairs in a dark corner of my school alone. I could waist the opportunity! We had had a mock trial in my english class that day and my group had decided to dress up, so here I was, walking up some dark secluded stairs in khaki pants, with a moderately full bladder and feeling horn. I decided to stop for a second and release a little. I pushed a little spurt of pee into my underwear and smiled happily. I looked down, expecting to see a small wet spot, but to my surprise, saw nothing. I pushed a little more pee out, still nothing. I felt my pants, and sure enough I could feel the wetness, but there was nothing to be seen. So I had only one choice. Standing where I was, halfway up the stairs, I relaxed my bladder completely and stared peeing my pants. I felt my underwear fill with pee, I felt it pouting out and down my leg, I felt it dripping out from the cuff on the bottom of my pants and start to make a puddle. It was total bliss. And then, disaster. The door above me opens up, and sending there, a close friend of mine. He doesn't immediately see me, so I cut off the stream, move up a few stairs, and take out my phone, pretending to not have realized he has come in. He sees me, asks me if I had seen someone, I say no, and he walks out. It was one of the most terrifying yet exciting moments of high school. After taking some more deep breaths, I can't help but release my bladder once again and finished what I had started. Finally, with the deed done, I leave the building, wait outside for 15 minutes for my sister to pick me up, all the while checking the damage on my underwear, and head home as if nothing had happened. Another time I peed my pants a little in front of two friends to try and convince one of them to pee his pants. They had both been dared to pee their pants and one of them had a little, but the other one didnt want to, so I peed a little to make him. It didnt work, however. So, what about you guys?
  20. This occurred in the first grade, back in 2004. My class had gone on, I guess you could call it a field trip of sorts, to a local park, and zoo, Happy Hollow. I was dressed in my school's uniform of a polo, this time was the green one, a tank-top undershirt, and rounded out with the khaki shorts that you could wear in place of the slacks. However, the only thing not part of the curriculum uniform I wore was the Huggies Pull-Ups beneath the shorts. I followed my class through a tour of the zoo part, munching on a pack of crackers and drinking a juice box we were provided with. It was around the time we neared our first snack break, right around 10 AM, when recess would begin, that I felt a pressure begin building up in my bladder and bowels. Even though I felt a few droplets leak into my PullUp, and my guts were gurgling a storm, I didn't want to miss out on seeing the animals, so I ignored it. It was during snack time, when I was eating the Taco Bell quesedilla and apple juice my mom, that my bladder and bowels came surging back into full force. Squeezing my buttcheeks and legs together, I squirmed a bit, thankful we were then allowed to play in the play area of Happy Hollow. It had some fake animal paw prints in the ground, and a few trees. It was here that I began to squirm a bit more, and felt some poop start to turtle out. I didn't know where the bathrooms were, and even if I did, I didn't think I'd make it to them in time. Making sure no one was looking, I ducked behind the furthest tree, which was right next to a bush, and hastily yanked my PullUp and pants down enough so I could poop, and let go. Unfortunately, as I did my dooty, my bladder released, as as my PullUp was still covering my crotch, quickly soaked it. I didn't care at that point. As I finished up, I yanked my damp PullUp up, alongside my shorts. Washing my hands in the bathroom, which I found after the fact had actually been within walking distance, I continued with the tour.
  21. rachelkirwan

    female Goodnite Tru-Fit Adventure

    These are awesome pull-ups, not because of how they fit, but because of how they make me feel. They are almost discreet enough that I would consider wearing them while changing in a public change room. The only problem if course is that as soon as you remove them, it’s a dead giveaway that they are a diaper/panty and pad system. So it would have to be a change room where you are changing clothes and not undies... But logistics and mechanics aside, there is something about the diaper that is trying very hard not to be a diaper, which I find very sexy. Big poufy diapers are very obviously diapers, and Goodnites and other pull-ups, regardless of how many cute pictures they put on them, will still always be pull-ups/diapers. My metric I suppose is that if you went to a sleepover and someone saw you wearing any of these things, they would immediately know that they were diapers, and that they were for bedwetting. I’ve got a lot of complicated feelings about this kind of diaper, many of which lead back to actual sleepovers and trip experiences where I wore Goodnites in crowded rooms with other girls, with nothing but a pair of huge panties and large PJ bottoms covering up my diaper from the world. Does anyone remember when Goodnites came out with those sleepshorts? The pink and blue super cheap feeling ‘paper’ shorts that scarcely concealed a diaper portion? My mom got a pack of these when they first came out, I must have been in jr. High or early high school, and we only ever tried one pack. They were ridiculous (and leaked and tore). But I did like the idea that they were not trying to be a diaper. I could imagine myself being at a sleepover and almost just wearing the shorts and saying things like, “yeah, these are my sleep shorts.” I suppose one of the reasons I like diapers that try very hard not to look like diapers, is that you know what they are, and this little secret gives you power against the world, and control of the situation. Because they are discreet (or trying to be, depending on the diaper), and few will notice that they are a diaper, you can flick on and off the switch in your head that says “You are wearing a diaper in public and people can see.” This level of control of a situation to me is empowering. You can switch on ‘embarrassed mode,’ and get the full blast of complicated feelings that come with embarrassment, but you can also turn this mode off and go about your day. Control is sexy. So is consent. Ok, on to today’s adventure, though I’d love to hear other people’s thoughts on this. I found a bunch of Goodnite TruFit’s in my diaper box the other day and have been dying to wear them. I find them a little tighter than usual Goodnites, particularly around my thighs and I don’t really like to spend the night in these, they are just not that comfortable. They seem to breath less than regular Goodnites and it’s been getting hot. Plus, I can wear anything to bed, and it’s not a big deal. Plus I’ve been wearing protection to bed every night since November, and only recently stopped, so I wasn’t keen on doing it again for fun. But the TruFit do offer other possibilities. So the other day I slipped on a pair, or rather pulled on a pair, taking care to stretch the leg holes out just a little bit more, as they are not built for womanly legs. I chose the polka dot ones because polka dots. Here are a couple of pictures I snapped of myself in Trufits, as people are always asking for pictures of my in my panties, rather than just picture of them wet on the floor. By the way folks, if you want to see more pictures, you can purchase my panties, Trufit included, from my website, it’s also a nice way to say thank you if you’ve gotten off to a bunch of my writing. See you almost can’t see the padding, and even then, it could be a thick period pad. They definitely don’t look like diapers. And here’s the thing, if you were at say a sleepover, if anyone saw them and knew what they were, they would also likely be a bedwetter. And yes, I realize that this isn’t necessarily the case, they could have seen an ad or have a younger sibling, but this is definitely what I would have told a teenage Rachel wearing these to a sleepover. Changing in these in a public changing room, one could also use that rationalization, but it would also be likely that other women would know they were Goodnites because they used them for their kids, less so themselves. Anyhow, I pulled the TruFits on, and put on a slightly-shorter than knee length skirt. It’s been super warm out lately (and cherry blossoms are everywhere, Vancouver is beautiful this time of year), and it’s becoming skirt weather. I also chose the skirt because it does leave ones ‘panties’ slightly more exposed. When I was growing up, and on the occasions where I’d wear pull-ups to school our out in public in general, I’d always take several precautions: - I’d almost never wear a skirt, much less one this short. Long dresses were great for concealing diapers and had the added advantage of not having waistband issues. - I’d typically wear loose fitting trousers/jeans, and a big pair of panties over top the pull-up, for ease of changing and to cover the noise and waistband. Today, I did none of these things. It was just a thin layer of grey pleated fabric between my diaper and the world. I wasn’t working this day, so I decided to go out to the park and read in the sun. I’ve been getting a lot more reading done now that the weather is better and this is kind of my idea of the best afternoon ever. So in the morning I puttered around the house doing housework, and even used the toilet to pee a couple times. These ‘panties’ are still a diaper, and you are aware of the thickness of the padding in them, and the gathers and leg elastics were a little tight against my skin. After a quick lunch and a huge glass of ice tea, I grabbed my purse, a full water bottle, a good book, a light jacket, a sun hat, sun glasses, my bike helmet, and headed out to the park. I opted for a more wild park a little further from my home, and ended up biking over. Perhaps the odd motorist could see a flash of purple as the wind made my skirt flutter? I highly doubt it, but this is the level of exhibitionism with which I’m comfortable. Once I got to the park, I found a nice picnic table and set myself up for a good long read. I read for about an hour before my bladder reminded me that I had drunk a bunch of iced tea before leaving home. I let my bladder fill to about a 7 on the old desperation scale, before relaxing and releasing it entirely into the Goodnite TruFit. Before I did so, I moved my skirt out from under my bum, just in case there was a leak. Wetting a diaper in a skirt is an incredibly forgiving act, particularly if you are standing or sitting in the correct way. I could have been wearing regular big girl panties and the only thing which would have given me away would have been the growing puddle under me. I could have waited longer, but I find it hard to read when I’m super desperate. The TruFit doesn’t quite absorb pee as quickly as regular Goodnites, and the soft pad inside them (which is a little hard to get in), feels softer but also bulkier than regular Goodnites. I could feel the pee flooding over my girl parts deliciously. I didn’t quite like how it stayed on my skin for so long, but I did enjoy the feeling of feeling the pee slowly be sucked into the thirsty pad. I sat there and read for another 30 minutes wearing my soaked Goodnite, but I started to feel a little wet and uncomfortable, and because I was sipping from my water bottle in the hot sun, I soon had to pee again. Now one of the new Goodnites can take a full Rachel bladder laying down, but these TruFits can hold a decent amount, but I don’t trust them with two full bladders. While it would be easy to pee them and have them leak, I wasn’t quite in the mood to try. I was more revelling in the feeling of wearing a wet diaper discreetly in public, and the tightness of the TruFits themselves. Because of the seal the tight elastics cause on the legs, you do feel like you are wearing plastic panties and the you could soak them and all that would result would be a bubble of warm pee held against your vulva in tight plastic – delicious. As my bladder approached a 5, I got up, and walked to a nearby rec centre. It was the closest public washroom I could think of which wasn’t one of the ones in the park, which I find horrible and frightening. Feeling the warm wetness of the Goodnite under my swishing pleated skirt felt nice. I felt like the TruFit make my butt look a little big (see above) but not necessarily in a bad way, and under a skirt, a lightly bigger butt felt nice. I sauntered into the rec centre, and went straight for the ladies room. I pulled down my ‘panties’ and sat on the toilet to pee. Pulled my panties all the way down to around my ankles, just so that if someone did see my feet and panties under the stall door, they would see that I was wearing a ‘diaper’ or at least not ‘big girl panties.’ Again, my very subtle form of exhibitionism. I then slipped them right off and after drying myself and rubbing the skin where the elastics had left red lines around my thighs, I snapped a couple of pictures for you. As you can see, the pad got pretty wet. I was rather impressed at how you can clearly see how the pad whisks away the wetness from top to the bottom. The ‘this side down’ label really is important. Feeling inside the Goodnite, I found it to be mostly dry and I wiped it down with some toilet paper just to be sure. I left the rolled up pad on top of the toilet paper dispenser absentmindedly, along with the panty portion of the TruFits. As I was snapping these pictures I came to a startling realization: I had completely forgot to bring a fresh pad for the Goodnites! I now had a couple of options: 1) I could go commando. But there was no way! I was after all, riding my bike home and wearing a not too long skirt. I am not the kind of girl who goes commando, plus, 2) I could slip into the emergency backup panties that I always have in my purse. As most of you will know, I always have a plastic baggie with a fresh pair of panties in it just in case. 3) I could wear theTruFit home without a pad. This wasn’t too appealing as the inside of the TruFits are pretty plasticky and it would be super sweaty and uncomfortable, particularly on my bike. 4) I could put in a different kind of pad into the TruFit. I decided to try the latter. So I rummaged around in my purse for a pad. I couldn’t find one, which was a bit of a surprise. There was a super thin panty liner, but this would be like putting a Band-Aid inside the TruFits, and about as absorbent. So I flushed, rummaged around in my purse for some change, and leaving it hanging on the door of the cubicle I scurried out to the pad dispensing machine to buy a pad. The washroom was a relatively large one, with 6 stalls in it and people coming and going. While I was at the machine I caught out of the corner of my eye another woman approach my stall and pushed the door open to go in. I quickly turned and casually blurted out something like “Oh I’m using that one, I’ll just be a sec,” while I retrieved a pad from the machine. The woman mumbled an apology, looked at me a little strangely, and then moved over to another stall. I went back into my stall, and to my horror saw the very obviously wet TruFit pad sitting on top of the toilet paper dispenser, with the TruFit panties sitting on top of them! While TruFit panties might look like real big girl panties when they are being worn, they certainly don’t sit on things like big girl panties. The internal gather structure causes them to stand up, so they maintain their form. The woman must have surely seen both the pad and panties! I was horrified and my heart rate jumped up. I closed the stall behind me, pulled my ‘panties’ down and sat on the toiled to calm down a little bit and also to revel in the feeling a little bit as well. I unwrapped the pad, and stuck it into the TruFits. I contemplated things and decided to pull them off to take a picture of the pad in them. It looked lost inside the waterproof purple plastic interior of the TruFits. I snapped a couple of pictures as I was certainly going to share this little adventure with my kinky friends. I even ‘accidentally’ dropped the TruFits on the ground, so that they might be visible from outside the stall. This is basically what the lady would have seen when she opened the stall! Anyhow, I calmed down, pulled the TruFits on again, opened the stall, and without looking around, washed my hands and made a quick exist. The ‘panties’ felt less comfortable with the tiny pad in them while I cycled home. By the time I arrived home the water from the water bottle, which was all but empty at this point, had worked its way through to my bladder and I was once again at about a 6 or 7. While standing in the elevator therefore, I relaxed and released my bladder into the TruFits. I could feel the pad getting overwhelmed by the pee, and quickly stopped. My bladder was fuller than I thought, and after 10 seconds of peeing I could feel the pad becoming overwhelmed. I had no desire to pee the floor of our buildings’ elevator, or run into any neighbours with pee running down my legs, so I bore down as best I could and stopped the flow. I could feel a large wet bunch of pee sloshing about my ‘panties’ as I walked down the hall to my apartment. I was afraid to bend over and take off my shoes, lest the large amount of pee in my ‘panties’ splash out all over my carpet, so I went straight into the bathroom. Once safely in the bathroom, I released the rest of my bladder. I could feel the TruFit filling up. It was holding all the liquid in, for the time being, and so my lady parts were suffused in wetness completely. When I shifted just a little bit, a cascade of pee overwhelmed one of the gathers and flowed down my leg. Bending slightly to pull the TruFits down, had a similar effect. I got them off, but I ended up leaving a considerable puddle on the floor of my bathroom. This is what I found when I very carefully pulled my TruFits down in the washroom. As you can see, the pad was sodden, and the gusset area of the ‘panties’ was basically just pee. More pee leaked all over the floor when I stepped out of the TruFits. My socks and shoes were just a little wet. My legs were soaked with pee and my vulva was quite literally dripping. The puddle I left on the floor was so big that I had to use a random pull-up from my collection to soak it all up. I spilled pee all over the floor when I picked up the TruFits to empty the significant amount of pee that remained in them into the toilet. Inverting them didn’t work very well, as the pee just got caught in the upper portions of the waterproof pocket which holds the pad in place. So I had to wring them out. I hung them up on the shower to dry, before drying myself off with a towel. I would have showered but I was too excited and made a beeline for the bed, where I masturbated myself to a warm wet climax. My husband was not a little surprised when he came home to find my TruFits still drying on the shower.
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    From the album: Munio 2018

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    Ok, so I've been following the Omorashi Twitter Account thread for a while: And trying to figure out a way to download some of the videos. Well, I had a quiet afternoon and thought, heck, I'll download them all. So this is basically every video linked through the Twitter accounts on the thread. Many (about 50%) were no longer active, or shut down, or deactivated, so this is what I could grab. I have uploaded summaries of each just in case you are looking for something in particular. This is a mixed bag, so expect panty wetting, diaper wetting, peeing, nudity, masturbation, squirting and all that, there may even be one or two poop ones, though I tried to filter them out. It's a little hard to be discerning when you are downloading Twitter videos with one hand, and have the other down the front of your panties... ***Contains Nudity*** If there are any re-posts or specific videos you like, be sure to mention them in the comments. Enjoy, Rach

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