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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!
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  2. God dammit, I can't believe all of you... you're not thinking about trying to win her sympathy, which was why I came up with that whole scheme Sure, watching her pee all over herself without being able to do a thing about it would be great, but why not do it in such a way that we can advance our relationship with the girl as well...? Argh, you guys
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  3. Here are some samples from Ryann Rain's recent selfie photo set on HD Diapers. For those of you who already have an HD Diapers membership, the entire gallery features more than 50 photographs.
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  4. This has to be the BEST thing I've ever read on this site. Kozmo, you truly are an irreplaceable gift to this community. Your courage is worthy of praise, and your sheer determination to hold on to the end is second to none. Your descriptions of this monumental event are as impeccable as always, but with the added flair of your true internal struggle when doing this challenge for the tyrannical Rainyday (we all still love you, Rainy). I couldn't be there for the live event, but your quoting from it allowed me to feel like I was a part of it, even though I wasn't there. Respect for Rainyday too as, without Rainy, we wouldn't have got to experience this milestone of Kozmo's Omoquest.
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  5. I recently found these two videos of a lady wetting her panties and spandex pants. She tries to hold it in but her pee escapes periodically during the video. She has a really nice body and the desperation acting is well executed. Hope you enjoy! 480P_600K_105917152.mp4 480P_600K_105915822.mp4
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  6. Here’s a time from several years ago when Jenna got seriously caught out by a traffic jam. At the time, her ex lived about 2 hours away, so every other weekend we would drive the 2 hours each direction on Friday, then again on Sunday. It was pretty miserable, but we would try to work other things into the weekends to make better use of the drive time. This particular weekend we decided to go to another town to visit some friends. Instead of meeting at his house at 7 like normal, we were going to meet at his work at 5 when he got off. He worked at the far end of the large city he lived in, so we left at 2 to get there in time since we would inevitably run into traffic. We stopped at our normal place a little over an hour into the drive for a bathroom break, with Jenna getting a large soda and a water bottle for us to share, then continued onward. As I anticipated, we ran into traffic, and eventually got to where he worked about 5. Of course, he wasn’t out yet, so we waited in the parking lot. The kids wanted to get something to drink, but we were in the middle of a warehouse district and there was nothing around. As we waited, Jenna started getting more irritated. She was complaining about everything - how he was late, how there wasn’t anything around, and what was there was so nasty she didn’t want to go inside. I figured she was just impatient and irritated, so I didn’t think anything of it. He finally came out, they talked for a while, then Jenna offered to drive. I normally prefer to drive, but I took her up on it since there was still a lot of driving ahead of us. I told her that I wanted to make it to the outskirts of the city, which should be about 30 minutes, then we could stop, get something to eat, and I’d drive the rest of the way. She thought for a second then said something like “OK, I can make it that long I guess.” Thinking she was talking about not wanting to drive any longer, I explained that this was a really badly designed highway and there weren’t any good places to stop and it was difficult to even enter and exit the highway. Having lived nearby before and knowing the route, she agreed and continued on in silence. About 10 minutes later, the GPS told me to take a different highway than normal. It was way out of the way; I had just started using a new program, so I assumed its routing was just off and ignored it. We ran into the normal rush-hour traffic, and the 30 minutes extended out to 45 before we finally saw a sign for our exit in 3 miles. Jasmine was very excited that we were close and shifted around some in her seat. I’m not sure why I wasn’t thinking of anything at this point, because it had been over 3 hours since she peed last and she’d drunk a large soda and was sipping water. In hindsight it was obvious she really had to pee. Just as she was getting ready for the stop, it got yanked away from her. Cresting a hill, we saw a sea of tail lights. We ground to a near stop and crawled ahead for another 5 minutes. This was near a junction of 2 massive interstate highways, so we thought it was just normal traffic until we came to a complete stop. I pulled up a traffic map, and there was a major wreck ahead. I looked around for any way to get off the highway, but we had just passed an exit when the traffic hit. After 5 more minutes of barely moving, I started looking for any alternative. There was a guard rail all along the highway, but there was a small gap. I could have wound my way through it and gone the wrong way on an entrance ramp for about 100 feet to get to another road, but there was no way I could direct Jenna on how to do that so I left it alone. Still oblivious, Jenna dropped a bombshell! She took a sip from the water bottle, then bent forward sharply and squeezed her legs tightly together before calmly saying “I don’t know why I keep sipping water when I’m already dying to pee….” Suddenly my mind ran through the past hour - she had needed to pee even before we got to her ex’s work! The comments about the nasty stores, the impatience about not having any restaurants, the mention of her being able to make it 30 mintutes - all of it added up to her way of venting about needing to pee. That had started almost 2 hours prior, and who knows how much longer we had to wait! We inched forward with no more mention of her bladder until about 10 minutes later when she again bent forward and squeezed her legs together and she asked how much longer. From what I could tell it was about another mile, but who knows how long that was going to take. She didn’t like that and again said how bad she had to pee. Not long after she again groaned loudly and crossed her legs tightly, only moving them back once we started moving again. Feeling bad for her, I asked if she wanted to switch so I could drive. She thought for a second, then told me “I don’t think I can, its too much movement. I will almost certainly pee myself. Its killing me, but I can still hold it in this position.” Soon after, we crested a hill and saw what was going on. There was a major wreck involving a tractor trailer and several cars. The whole center divider was destroyed with cars on both sides of the highway. Both directions - 4 lanes on each side - were being diverted into a single lane while they cleaned up the mess. We could at least tell how far we had to go - it looked like less than a half mile- but it was probably still going to be another 15 minutes. I pointed out how we were getting close, while Jenna wailed about her bladder exploding before we got there. We creeped along for another 5 minutes with Jenna hunched forward to relieve the pressure on her bladder when something amazing happened. What happened next sounds like something out of a fantasy, but I swear it is true. At this point, we were under a bridge. The outsides of the highway had concrete barriers, but the center consisted of metal posts with high-tension wires. They work great for stopping cars, but obviously not so much for the tractor trailer that rolled ahead of us. They also allow a clean view of the other side of the highway. As we inched forward, I noticed a car on the other side was going much faster than normal. I assumed they were just running late when they pulled off on the median. They came skidding to a stop next to one of the bridge pylons, not 30 feet from where we were, and a man jumped out of the car and stopped next to one of the pylons. I couldn’t see anything directly, but it was super-obvious that he was peeing on the side of the pylon. Jenna looked over and audibly gasped before sharply crossing her legs and focusing her gaze on the road. It took her a few seconds to compose herself before she laughed nervously then exclaimed “That fucker! I would do anything to be able to pee right now, and here he is just whipping his dick out!” As if on queue, a 2nd car pulled up behind the other one. A woman who looked to be in her mid-30’s jumped out of the car. She stood in place, not even attempting to hide behind a pylon, as she yanked her dress above her waist. She was wearing Spanx under her dress and was trying frantically to get them down. The poor woman was practically running in place while fighting her undergarments before she finally peeled them down below her crotch. She was already peeing full force as she dropped to a squat. She must have lost control as soon as she jumped out of the car because a pool of urine poured out as she worked her underwear further down. As if the spray of urine shooting onto the ground wasn’t evidence enough of how much she held, she had he head tilted back and mouth wide open while she rubbed her abdomen slowly. It was almost too much for Jenna - the sight of a woman peeing out in the open right next to her must have caused her bladder to spasm sharply. She grunted and bent forward sharply while knotting her legs even further. She continued onward with traffic as we neared the wreck site. Traffic was getting more difficult to navigate as everyone was merging into one lane and every time she had to make a sudden movement Jenna would breathe in sharply. She was nearly panting as we finally cleared the accident site, and promptly floored it. We got up to at least 100 MPH as she raced to the first available exit. Not far ahead she saw a sign for a fast-food restaurant and she quickly exited and pulled into the parking lot, all the while chanting “Gotta pee, gotta pee….” Stopping directly in front of the door, taking up most of a wheelchair spot, she jumped out and sprinted inside. She leaped into the restroom and I immediately heard her pee splattering in the toilet. I went into the Men’s and rapidly rubbed one out (in about 5 seconds), peed for quite a while, washed my hands, and exited only to hear her still peeing! I didn’t time it, but it was probably close to a minute and a half since she first started when she finally stopped. When she came out, she sighed loudly before telling me that that was probably the most she had ever peed in her life.
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  7. Just found these videos which are quite nice. They have a nice nonchalant air to them. It is nice to see someone just standing and wetting. PP
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  8. First of all I'd like to start this off by introducing this lovely girl I know. Let's call her... S. S is a girl full of fantasies as well as a lust to explore what is yet unknown to her, to a certain extent. We initially got in touch with eachother in a rather innocent way, as it had nothing to do with any of our kinks what so ever. After a while of having talked to eachother we began talking about what we both enjoyed, and surprisingly I decided to yet keep this kink that I have a secret - for now. Eventually we reached a point where we were comfortable enough to talk about any- and everything and oh boy did we crack open some delicate topics! One of these topics lead to this experience as well as the pictures listed below. The topic we decided to explore was under the Sub/Dom category and involved controlling her... I saw this as a sneaky oppertunity to 'coincidentally' introduce her to the kink which I haved had ever since I was a child - Holding, as I'm sure many if not every one on this form knows of. She was a bit nervous and uncomfortable about it, until the inevitable ending occured; her not being able to hold it any longer and having to give in. She fell in love with this kink and we have since then explored it far more and I will definitely be sure to throw in a few more stories and possibly even pictures of her, as she is very eager to explore further and hear what people have to say! I'll be sure to return some other time with more content - but for now this is all I have to contribute. Have a wonderfully wet weekend, folks. - Mr Strangerous. For those that are curious I can confirm that her age is indeed over 18.
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  9. Hello! This is my first time on this website, so I figured I'd share my first story! I hope you guys like it~ I woke up this morning at about 8 am, chugging half a bottle of water before I got up out of bed. I stayed in bed for about 5 minutes before I actually had the courage to get out of the warmth my fuzzy blankets were spreading around my body...ugh... I didn't make a trip to the bathroom once I got out of bed. Instead, I went to the living room and went on my computer, with Spongebob Squarepants playing on the TV in the background. After 2 hours of watching dumb videos and writing Blue Exorcist fanfics, the feeling of full bladder finally hit me. Although, I didn't want to get up off the couch yet, so I squirmed a little bit until the feeling went away. A half hour went by and the feeling got worse. I decided to torture myself more by making myself a bowl of cereal and eating it as slowly as possible. I squirmed while I enjoyed my cereal, my bladder practically screaming. I finally finished my cereal, squeezing my legs together tightly as I put my bowl in the sink. The dishwasher still needed to be emptied too, but that could wait. I needed relief now. I quickly headed to the bathroom and stripped all of my clothes off. I played with myself for a couple minutes to heighten my urge. My pussy was practically swollen and it felt so good to rub it. I decided to take this party to the shower, so I took a seat in the bathtub. I didn't want to turn the water on yet. I sat in the bathtub moaning and rubbing my pussy as I pushed down on my full bladder. It made my urethra feel tight, threatening to spill out my pee. I turned on the faucet a little bit so it would let out a gentle trickle. The sound of the water dripping absolutely drove me mad. I rubbed a finger over my urethra, peeing on my finger a little bit. I moaned at the tiny release and rubbed my wet finger over my clit. "Ahh...fuck...I can't take it anymore" I whispered. I spread my legs apart and spread apart my pussy lips. A tiny stream came out and I moaned out quietly. "Ah...g-gonna pee..." I sighed out and closed my eyes. My pee came out in a gentle stream. The loud 'ssssss' noise of my stream relaxed me as I released. Ahhh...it felt so good. I opened my eyes and looked at the large, continuous puddle I was making in the bathtub. It looked so hot to see the pee leak out of my pussy. I reclosed my eyes in pure bliss as I finished, rubbing my nipples. I finally finished and my fingers went back to my pussy. I rubbed and rubbed until I finally reached orgasm point. My wet legs shook and convulsed as I orgasmed. It was truly the best pee I ever had.~
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  10. I was forgot about her until I saw her new video. She has some good pee/wetting videos. Here I will post the wetting ones. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph572f63b03328e - panty wetting (nudity) http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph586ff79ecd6f3 - thong wetting (nudity) http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph587fd3ca436f4 - jeans wetting (no nudity) http://www.pornhub.com/users/ravenbigass/videos - this is link to her profile and all her videos
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  11. 6,510 downloads

    Observing girls/women with strange behave. Follow them and wait for their shaking feet, desperation and coming limit. Their peeing/omorashi in public and the path to the situation are recorded. And the sound of the pee bouncing on the ground was succeeded to be recorded. Another high-quality video. And of course the size is a bit large. But Kirito said: Since Kiroto and a lot of people (including me) prefer HD videos, I think the problem of size can be considered less (except when the size is extremely large). Enjoy! PS: In fact, I prefer schoolgirls a lot than OLs. But I think maybe you will like it! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 発売: 2015-02-11 メーカー: Filth 品番: JA-FF-038 収録時間: 126 分 ソワソワ・キョロキョロ怪しい動きの女を付け狙う。足を小刻みに揺らし、必死に何かを耐えている様子をギリギリまで接近し見守っていると 我慢の限界が来てしまったのか、公共の場で大量に漏らしてしまう。その様子をこちらも、さらに限界まで近づき大迫力で記録した。大量小便が地面に跳ね返る音までも収録することに成功した。
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  12. To start things off, I have a fairly strong bladder. If I haven't drank much, I can comfortably hold up to around 14 hours. Any peeing that's done by me is either done in the toilet or in my jeans on purpose. I have never lost control since I was little. I guess today was one of those days where I ended up drinking a lot of water, but I didn't feel it until about an hour ago. It wasn't urgent, so I just ignored it. I had a small wet patch on my jeans, but dribbling isn't a big deal for me so I didn't think twice about it. By the time I really needed to go, my bladder felt all swollen and it hurt really badly. I was only a few feet away from my bathroom but it hurt too much to move. Pee started shooting out in small streams that I tried to suppress, but after a few minutes, I couldn't stop myself from losing control. I had been holding pee for half a day and it showed as my legs gradually became soaked by my sticky, warm urine. My light denim blue jeans are now a much darker color, as shown in the pictures.
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  13. I recently had to have an ultrasound done, and of course a full bladder was required! So as I was standing in line at the front desk, a woman in front of me was quite desperate. She was slightly hunched over - but hiding that by pretending to lean in closer to the secretary - and clenching her thighs together. This was her conversation with the secretary: Woman: Is having a full bladder absolutely necessary for the ultrasound? Secretary: Yes, it's required. Woman: Okay because I'm just dying for a wee *nervous laugh* Secretary: Ah yes we get that all the time, try to hold on if you can. Woman: I'll be fine if I sit down, probably. The secretary then gave her directions on where to go next, and she was visibly desperate to get to the waiting room so she could sit down. I wasn't able to follow her because I had to fill out a form before I could finally go there, and she was already gone by the time I got there. The directions to the waiting room were quite complicated, and she had to have the secretary repeat them twice before she could focus enough on where to go. On my own behalf it was kind of boring really. I was worried I hadn't had enough to drink so I drank two cups of water, and when I went in I still only felt slightly full, but the ultrasound tech was asking me if I was uncomfortable, that my bladder looked very full, and that she herself would be crying if her bladder was as full as mine. I was only feeling a pleasant tingling on my pussy from her pressing down on it, it was very enjoyable. I told her I was still quite comfortable but wouldn't get on the train like this. She laughed and said yes definitely go to the toilet before leaving. I went to pee after the exam because otherwise it would just look weird, but it wasn't as nice as a real explosive pee. :/ My poor baby was probably relieved as it was being pushed by my bladder. :S
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  14. So I guess my interest in omo is completely for erotic reasons, but the majority of this website seems to be interested in hearing stories about things like bedwetting as a child, seeing someone wet in elementary school, etc. Though I understand where this comes from, it just feels pedophilic and wrong to me to read these, and I tend to avoid reading about these scenarios at all costs. Thoughts?
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  15. Well I don't know how to start this post so here goes. Just drank 3 bottles of water and I'm off duty for the day. My uniform pants are starting to fit really tight and I'm bouncing around a little already... but I locked the bathroom door and am opening another bottle of water. Please comment and give me some encouragement.
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  16. The last tale of Alice was when she purposely put off using the bathroom at the wedding we went to so she got desperate and then told me she did it because she knew I liked it. Now that she had done it again my initial shyness about asking her about it had lifted. After that day she became pretty open about it and started asking us questions about the things we do and why we enjoy doing them. We were happy to share with her and liked the fact she seemed interested. A few weeks after the wedding she came to me and asked if she could watch when I did a hold/wetting. I said that was fine and the following day when we were all at home Matty was controlling my bladder and she came and watched and after he made me hold and I ended up wetting myself she told me that him controlling me was kind of hot and she was starting to see why I enjoyed it and said maybe one day she would like to try being controlled. We told her if she wanted to try it all she had to was say and we would help her out and see if she enjoyed it. In the weeks that followed I noticed that when she got home from work she always seemed pretty desperate to pee. I put it down to traffic and such but it was every night so I asked her about it. She seemed a bit embarrassed and then admitted to me that she had started skipping peeing on her afternoon break at work because she had seen how much I had enjoyed holding my pee and she was starting to enjoy leaving work needing to pee and not knowing how long it would take to get home and the potential of getting super desperate. Hearing her say that was beginning to enjoy it made me happy and I told her how fun that was. I didn’t do anything more until she felt comfortable with wanting to progress anything further and let her continue her building enjoyment of arriving home desperate. Then one day her enjoyment reached a new level and I knew then she was becoming one of us. We were going on holiday with our friends and had booked a caravan for the week at a place we have been a few times before because we love the location and it's a lovely place. Its roughly a three hour drive from where we are which isn’t too far. As there were 7 of us going we obviously had to take 2 cars. Matty was going to drive one and my sisters bf was going to drive the other. Alice and I were going with Matty and we would have one of our friends with us and then My sister, her bf and our other friend would go in the other car with the majority of the luggage. We went to our friends house, loaded up everything and got in the cars. Alice and I sat in the back so we could talk and Matty and his friend could talk in the front. The first hour of the journey went by pretty quick and we made good progress. However as we came to go through one of the main cities en route the traffic got pretty bad. We weren’t at a stand still, we were just caught up in traffic heading either to the shopping centre or to the football. We crawled along for about 20 minutes and finally got through the build up and were on our way again. About 5 minutes later we got a call from the other car saying that they were going to stop at the services to get some drinks and something to eat. We told them we would meet them there and 5 minutes later we pulled into the services and found where they were parked. We parked up and got out and Matty asked if we were coming in. We both said no and we asked him to bring us drinks. We stood at the side of the car chatting with the others and when they came back they gave us our coffees and we stood for a while drinking them and eating our snacks. When we finished we got back in the car and we set off again. We had been driving for an hour or so when Alice suddenly leaned over and whispered “I really need to pee”. I too had been feeling the effects of the coffee but I was just starting to feel the need to pee. I looked at her and noticed she was squirming slightly and bouncing her legs and I asked how bad she had to go. She told me she was getting really desperate and the coffee wasn’t helping. She asked how much further we had to go and when I told her we had about 30 minutes she squirmed and squeezed her legs. I said if she wanted we could stop off somewhere. I knew there was a town coming up and we could go to the supermarket if she needed to. She shook her head and said she was good then leaned in close and whispered “I didn’t pee when we stopped before despite needing to so there is no need to stop”. I looked at her puzzled and just as I was about to ask why she didn’t pee she said “when we stopped before I needed to pee a little and was going to go but then I decided it might be fun to wait and see if I could make it all the way, especially when adding a cup of coffee into the mix”. I felt myself getting turned on with the knowledge she had done this on purpose and then got even more aroused when she continued and said “and not only that, I figured you would enjoy being in the back of the car with me whilst I was dying to pee and unable to”. I just nodded, my mind so aroused that I was unable to form words. For the next 20 minutes as we drove along I enjoyed watching her squirm and bounce her legs. If that wasn’t sexy enough she kept whispering in my ear how badly she needed to pee and how close she was to wetting her knickers. She suddenly moaned in my ear and told me she had just dribbled a little and was getting dangerously close to having an accident. I told her we were almost there and she told me she hoped so as she was really bursting. Every so often she would moan and tell me that some more had dribbled out and she was struggling to hold it back. After a few minutes of this she gasped and when I asked what was wrong she looked at the guys in the front seat and when she saw they weren’t looking she took my hand slid it up her skirt. She pressed my fingers against her knickers and I felt a wet spot on them. When I touched it she told me she had leaked. I moaned as I felt the pee spot on her knickers. Knowing she was starting to wet herself out of utter desperation was making me so horny. She winked at me and said “oh and just so you know, that isn’t all from pee”. That just made it so much hotter, she was as turned on as I was and that was just wonderful. She kept moaning each time she leaked and as we pulled onto the road that leads down to the little village where we were staying she grabbed my arm and said she was spurting into her knickers and didn’t know how much longer she could wait. She was now holding herself under her skirt and squirming like crazy. We reached the village and drove past the caravan park as we were too early to check in but we planned it that way intending to spend a couple of hours in the village getting some lunch and having a look round. Giving those who hadn’t been before the grand tour. As we pulled into the car park we rang the others to tell them where we were. As we parked up I pointed out a building nearby the entrance to the car park and told Alice that they were the public toilets. She shook her head and said “no way, I’m about to burst right now”. As soon as the car stopped she pushed me to get out as we had put luggage on the other side of her. I quickly opened the door and got out and she jumped out after me, squatted down and before she even had to chance to lift up her skirt all the way she released a torrent of pee through her knickers and all over the floor. She let out a huge sigh of relief as she emptied her bladder and it just kept coming and coming. No wonder she had been bursting. Eventually her stream died down and she moaned out that it had felt so good. She stood up and wiped off her legs where drops of pee had ran down when she started peeing. She giggled when she saw the three of us just staring at her and said “what? I really had to go”. She went over to the bathroom and I went with her. We went inside and she lifted up her skirt and showed me her soaking wet knickers. They looked so sexy and I could just how wet my own knickers were from my arousal. She grabbed some tissue and wiped herself down and then headed back outside. I went and pee’d and whilst I was there I had to relieve myself. I brought myself to a wonderful trembling orgasm thinking about what had just happened. I cleaned myself up and went back outside to where everyone was and I told Alice what I had just done and she said “mmmmm, how nice, I will have to do the same later on”. We went and got some lunch and then went and checked into our caravan and unpacked and whilst we were sat chilling out I couldn’t help but think about how she had deliberately made herself desperate and got herself so close an accident. Not simply because she knew I enjoyed it like she had done before. This time she had done because she had grown to enjoy it. I asked her about how if had felt and she told me she now understood why I liked it so much. The feeling of almost losing control was nice but that moment when you release the pressure and finally pee felt so wonderful. She told me she had never been that desperate before and was falling in love with how it felt. I was happy that I had awakened her love for omorashi and I now had someone else to enjoy it with. I just didn’t know just how much that would be true. To be continued.
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  17. Hi there, does anyone happen to know where I might a free version of the Diapermess video where Summer is handcuffed to a tree while out running? I think its called 'Summer's diaper exposed in public and humiliated' Thanks in advance :)
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  18. I have the impression you don't quite understand how the forum works. You're posting all over the place in threads that have nothing to do with what you post.
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  19. Nyo ho ho. It seems that my skill of remaining NOT DETECTED, recognized even by expert martial artists like LivingInfinite, is as sharp as ever, because I've been there from start to finish ^_^ There's no way that someone like me would miss an Alliance event. Besides, watching someone's typing ability deteriorate from pressure is also my fetish (well, a part of it).
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  20. I'm confused as to why you would post that here
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  21. Download link Pee in Pants Outdoor.mp4
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  22. I tried to quick run to the store but I underestimated my timing and got caught by the train... I started to leak but couldn't stop I tried with everything I had, but ended up accidentally peeing my pants... I was planning on doing it at home and didn't want a wet car seat but mother nature had other plans for my swollen bladder
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  23. I was hoping this would be a Snuppa video I've never seen but sadly I came across this one years ago. I'm starting to think I have all the snuppa videos ever made and there aren't any hidden ones yet. However there are still quite a bit of Snuppa picture sets I dont have yet
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  24. Naughty boy, love the underwear colour choice!
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  25. Another one really good wetting video from her : http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph58a6237731173 She wets her blue leggings in this one.
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  26. Daniel and Amy

    Chapter 5: Nikki and Amy had met up before the final morning bell on Friday, as Amy made her way toward the grade 7 classrooms. Amy, being a year older and taller than most of the other girls in her year, had no problem in spotting her friend in the crowd. They exchanged greetings, even air kissing each other, and struck up a conversation. "So, what're you doing tonight?" Nikki asked her friend. "Nothing I guess. Danny's going to Scotts place, and mums staying home, so I guess I'll do the same. I've got the box set of 'Walking Dead,' so I might watch that." "OhMyGod! Have you? That's so cool! I've seen a few episodes, and it like rocks!" "Have you?" Amy enquired. "I've been told it's good, but I haven't seen it yet. Hey! Here's an idea! If you're not doing anything, you wanna come over and watch it? We could have a sleepover of our own while the guys are doing their thing!" Amy had liked Nikki from the beginning, but had gone through a stage of worrying about how well Dan and her got on. Being a bit insecure underneath her tough exterior was a trait she couldn't shake, and she wasn't proud of it. But after her and Dan had started experimenting with their wetting games, and Nikki had joined in, she had started to feel a bit jealous about Dan and Nikki perhaps getting on a bit too well with each other. That was part of the reason why she had been so keen to set her friend up with Scott, as it would keep her away from Dan a bit. It wasn't that she didn't trust either of them, in fact, it was far from it, but when you lived most of your life as a social outcast, then finally found happiness in a relationship, you would do whatever it takes to protect that relationship. Now, with Scott and Nikki fast becoming an item, she once again felt a lot more relaxed around the younger girl, and enjoyed her company without constantly stressing and feeling insecure that Dan may fall for her. It was nice to sort things out in her own head. Nikki jumped with excitement. She admired Amy, and looked up to the older girl, and the chance to get to know her better was exciting. Of course she had caught the vibe of Amy's slight distrust before, and could understand it, at least up to a point anyway, but she had never once actually considered making a move on Dan. He was a good friend, but that was all. She would never, ever, in a million years try to interfere with Amy's relationship, but she could certainly understand where Amy's insecurities stemmed from. In fact, Scott was the first boy she had ever actually felt an attraction towards. Dan was a nice guy, but as soon as Nikki had seen Scotts photo, she had decided he was hot. He made her feel kind of tingly in her private parts when she was around him. It was strange in a way. Nikki got a real kick out of wetting herself, even enjoying diapers, just like Dan did, but the very fact that he 'belonged' to Amy, made him off limits. Now she was dating a guy who she knew to be a bed wetter, and who wore pull ups to bed. The fact that this guy hadn't yet mentioned this to her was inconsequential, she could picture him wearing and using them, and that was enough. She hoped that one day he would feel comfortable enough around her to tell her his secret, and she was happy to wait. She didn't try and convince herself that her and Scott could ever do the sort of stuff that Amy and Dan did, but she hoped they might someday. For the moment, they hadn't done much more than just kinda hang out together, and that was fine, but she hoped to actually go on like a real proper date with him eventually. The problem was, his weekends were largely spent either studying, working, or hanging out with his mates. She hoped to change that one day. Both girls agreed to call their mothers during the lunch break, and try and get permission. It had been easier than they thought. The only delay occurred when Amy had needed to visit the nurses office first for a diaper change. She had wet herself in class just before the lunch time bell had sounded, trying to hold on until it went. She had sat in her science class, trying hard not to fidget or squirm, knowing that the other girls would notice her desperation, when, with only two minutes to go, she felt herself starting to leak, and her adult pull up started to swell between her legs. She had remained at her desk, keeping her head down and not commenting or moving, except for slightly parting her legs, while praying like a good Catholic Girl that her diaper wouldn't leak. Her prayer was answered, and although her diaper hung low around her buttocks when she stood up, it contained her misdeed perfectly. But she never felt safe doing a diaper change during a lunch break when a lot of girls used the restroom, so she visited the nurse instead, with whom she was on a first name basis. The nurse didn't actually help her to change, but just let her use the room to give herself the necessary privacy to change by herself. Amy kept a stash of diapers in the office, so she didn't even need to take her school bag, the nurse just knowing what was required, and smiling gently at her as she unlocked the medical room, and the cupboard inside. Amy, as usual, was extremely grateful for her discretion and lack of embarrassing questions. Five minutes later, the girls had met in the playground, and being finally allowed to use their phones after they had finished eating, had excitedly called their mothers. As it turned out, their parents were more than happy for them to indulge in a little slumber party, and were pleased that their girls were continuing to make friends at last. "Amy," Nikki whispered, "Is it alright with you if I bring some pull ups to wear?" "Course it is Nik. You should know you don't have to ask! But I thought your mum didn't buy them for you anymore?" Nikki looked a bit guilty, but smiled. "She doesn't. But I bought my own out of some money I saved. It was like soooo embarrassing! I nearly died! But I just had to get some, especially after you let me wear yours! I wanted to get the grownups ones like you wear, but they didn't fit me very well, and besides, the supermarket didn't sell 'em, so I bought myself a packet of Goodnites. I even had to get a packet of medium sized ones, which are supposed to fit like ten year olds, but they fit me fine! I'm glad they didn't have the large ones, cause I reckon they woulda been too big. You shoulda seen the look the checkout lady gave me when I bought 'em! I really thought I was gonna die! Truly I did!" "When was this?" Amy asked. "Only a few days ago. I actually tried a few times to get them, but I kept chickening out. But the other day, the shop was quiet, and I made my mind up, and Bang! I actually did it! I was kinda proud of myself," she added. Amy grinned. "Have you, you know, worn one yet? Or used one?" "I've worn the same one to bed the last two nights," Nikki explained. "But I haven't been brave enough to use one yet. I'm dying too, but I'm kinda scared that mum or Troy will find it in the rubbish or something." "You could try smuggling it out in your school bag and throwing it in a public bin, you know, like wrapped up in a bag or something?" Amy suggested helpfully. "Yeah, but mums always poking around in my bag," Nikki told her. "She packs my lunchbox in there, and sometimes just adds stuff, or checks I haven't like left any apples or anything in there. I'd hate it if she found a nappy in there." Amy nodded her agreement. It sounded like Nikki was definitely in a difficult position. "Anyway," the younger girl continued, "I've got my own diapers this time, so I won't need to beg off you, and I'm like really keen to like actually, you know," her voice lowered, although there was nobody within earshot, "use one," she finished. So that evening, Nikki had been dropped off at Amy's house. Unlike Amys sleepover with Dan, it was considered okay for the two girls to sleep in Amy's room, where the air mattress had been set up on the floor near Amy's bed. Nothing more was said about diapers until after dinner, when the girls went back to the room again. Now Nikki wasted no time. She had bought a sleeping bag, which she rolled out on the bed. "Can I get changed now? I'm starting to need to pee," she said with a tinge of excitement in her voice. "Go for it," Amy told her, and watched, fascinated, as Nikki reached inside her sleeping bag, and pulled out at least six pink pull ups, complete with pictures of butterflies emblazoned on the front. Nikki was wearing a lightweight cotton dress that was fairly short. She had been wearing her flip flops when she had arrived, but they were long abandoned, and she was now barefoot. With slightly trembling hands, Nikki reached under her dress, and pulled her panties down, stepping out of them, and leaving them on the floor. Amy looked at them, seeing how stained they looked. They had originally been white, with pictures of fairies all over them, and pink elastic around the waist and leg bands, complete with a little pink satin bow in the front. But now, they were largely yellow tinged. The crotch was a dark yellow colour, and the staining lessened off the further away from the crotch it got. But even the material just under the waistband in both the front and back were lightly coloured with a pale yellow tinge. In fact, only the very side bits still appeared to be the original colour, and even there they featured grubby finger marks. "Your favourite pee undies, huh?" Amy enquired with a smile. Nikki blushed a tiny bit, but nodded enthusiastically. "17 times I've pissed in these without washing them," she announced proudly. They're just about ruined now. I spray them with Febreeze to stop them from smelling too much, but it kinda makes them a bit stiff though." "Surely you don't wear them to school though?" Amy said, a touch aghast. "No Ames. Even I'm not that silly! I usually just sit on the toilet in the morning and pee in them, or maybe stand in the shower and do it, then I hang them up in my closet. After school, I do it again! My bestest record, with another pair, was 32 wettings. But I got scared and threw them away. I wish I didn't now, but I'm gonna beat 32 with this pair, just you wait!" Nikki yanked her little girls Goodnite up and over her hips, only having to give the slightest wiggle to get her backside in, then she grinned at Amy, and lifted her dress up past her belly button, and showed it off, complete with a "tah-dah!" "Now I gotta go pee," she said. Amy laughed. "What do you mean, you gotta go pee? You just put a freaking pull up on! Use it!" "I will," Nikki explained, "But I want to sit in the loo when I use it. Remember, I haven't used one yet, and they're only supposed to be for like 10 year olds, so I don't know if they'll leak or not. I really don't wanna pee all over your floor or anything." "Wouldn't be the first time the floor in this room has been peed on," Amy said with a wry grin, causing both of them to giggle. "No Ames. I wanna try one out first before I trust them, I'll be back in a minute," "What if I wanted to watch?" Amy asked. "Next time," Nikki replied, and hurried off to the toilet. Her need to pee was quickly building up, and she wanted to go while she still had some control. If she waited for too much longer, she would end up wetting herself uncontrollably, and while she loved doing that, she really didn't want to risk peeing on her friends floor. Sitting on the toilet, she removed her dress altogether, and stared at her pull up. She barely had any breasts yet, nor any fat on her tummy whatsoever, so she had a very clear, unobstructed view. She relaxed, and immediately felt a jet of pee shoot into her diaper. Instinct kicked in, and she clamped down on her muscles, immediately cutting it off. Taking a deep but shaky breath, she relaxed again, but kept a semi hold on her flow, making it trickle out instead of squirting. This was better, and she shuddered with delight, as her stream slowly dribbled out, running over her nearly bald pubic area, before being absorbed in the padding between her legs and underneath her bum. She stopped and started a few times, and her little pull up grew quite thick and heavy, but it didn't leak. Eventually, she figured it must be close to capacity, so with a shaking hand, she reached down, smiling as she felt the swollen diaper squelching in her fingers, and pulled it aside, letting a few unabsorbed drops out, before her bladder finally completely let go, sensing that the timing was at last right. Her powerful stream splattered into the bowl, while the wet padding rubbed lasciviously against a particular spot that she was starting to learn felt really nice to touch. Her fingers got wet while she urinated, but even that felt really nice, she thought. She let the sodden crotch of her pull up snap back into place with a soggy, wet slapping sound, then rubbed it against her womanhood, again feeling that lovely tingling sensation she was just starting to discover. She shivered again, goose bumps and fine blonde hair sticking up on her forearms, then she stood up, flushed the toilet, slipped her dress back on, and ground her thighs tightly together, ensuring that she wouldn't be squeezing any drops out, but also simply because it felt good to do so. After washing her hands in the adjacent bathroom, she walked back to her friend, but kept forcing her thighs tightly together, enjoying the way her wet nappy squished around against her private area. She was actually a bit short of breath when she got there. "How didja go?" Amy asked. In response, Nikki simply lifted her dress up, showing Amy how low her almost filled pull up was sagging between her legs. "Pretty good," she replied. "Me too!" Amy said, and stood up, dropping her baggy pink shorts around her socked ankles. She had taken to wearing socks a lot more lately, not simply because she liked them, but because Danny liked her wearing them. When he wasn't around, and she missed him, she would picture him looking and touching her feet or socks, because he always liked doing that, and it somehow made her feel closer to him in his absence. Tonight, she was still wearing her white ankle socks from school, because she knew he liked them, even if they were a bit dirty now. With her shorts now puddled around her feet, Nikki could see Amys adult style pull up, and it looked almost as wet and heavy as her kiddie one. "Did you do it too?" Nikki asked, and Amys naughty grin was the only answer she needed. As Amy was pulling her shorts back up over her nappy, Nikki asked, "So, whaddya wanna do next then?" "Let's ring the guys!" Amy suggested. "See what they're up too!"
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  27. Chapter 38: The Slumber Party It could have been hours or just five minutes, I’m not really certain. Time seemed to stand still as I lay on there on the blanket with Jane. But all too soon it was time for us to get going. I helped Jane into a new diaper and she changed me. We gathered up our things and headed back to the car. I stuffed the wet blanket into my trunk making a note to wash it later. Sam must have been watching out the window, as soon as we pulled into the driveway she came bolting out the door. “Hi Jane!” Sam exclaimed “I’m so excited! I just can’t wait!” “So what kind of plans do ya’ll have? Bunch of girl stuff I suppose?” I enquired. “Of course!” Jane said sarcastically “We’re going to paint each other’s toenails, braid each other’s hair, we’ll probably have a pillow fight, in our sexiest lingerie of course!” “Only problem with that is your sexiest lingerie is a diaper!” I shot back. Of course there was some truth to that. “Watch it!” Jane warned “Or you won’t be seeing any of mine any time soon!” Realizing that was probably a bit too much in front of my sister she quickly added “So Sam, you wanna watch a movie or something” “Sure sounds great!” Sam seemed oblivious to what just happened. Oh well, I’m sure they’d be gossiping about me in a few hours anyway. I hoped Jane didn’t tell Sam too much and I hoped Sam didn’t tell Jane too much either! There were still some secrets from my past I wasn’t keen on Jane knowing just yet. We pulled up in front of Jane’s house and the girl’s hopped out. “You girls have fun now” I told them “Don’t get too wild” “Yes dad!” Sam replied sarcastically. I gave Jane a quick kiss before they went into the house and I drove off. Nothing particularly interesting happened that evening. I hung out in my room most of the night. I browsed youtube videos on my laptop and basically goofed off. I wet my diaper a couple times and changed myself. Around 8 PM I felt the need to do something else. I decided not to fight it this time and just let go. It was much less awkward than the library and cleanup was much easier. I simply hopped into the shower and washed myself off. Deciding it was close enough to bed time I put on one of my night time diapers. As I laid in bed watching TV I wondered what the girls were up to. Perhaps the lingerie pillow fight had already begun. I woke up the next morning to a soaked diaper. I definitely did not remember waking up to go. I hadn’t considered myself a bed wetter since I was 14 but I guess that had changed. I supposed I should do something about it, college was coming up in a few short months and I really didn’t want to be known as the bedwetting freshman. If I knew what was good for me I would get out of bed, put on a pair of boxers and start using the bathroom like a normal 18 year old. That’s what I should do. But I wasn’t ready for the fun to end. I guess you could say I had a problem. Oh well, I still had four months, still plenty of time to get myself sorted out before college. After disposing of my wet diaper and taking a shower it didn’t take me long to discover a whole new problem. I reached under my bed for a new diaper and found the package was empty! I had completely blown through my supply. Perhaps this should have been a sign that it was time to take a break, have a day in big boy pants and use the bathroom like an adult. But like I said I wasn’t ready for the fun to end. So instead I grabbed one of my night time diapers and taped it on. I chose one my baggier pairs of jeans and a oversize t-shirt to conceal the extra bulk. It felt strange walking around in the larger, puffier diaper and I hoped I didn’t look as conspicuous as I felt. I headed over to Jane’s house to pick up Sam. We had a family dinner later that afternoon and mom had made it clear she wanted us both home, showered and dressed by 1:00 so we wouldn’t have much time to hang out, I just hoped the girls had had a good time. Jane invited me in telling me her mom had just left for church. Both girls were still in their pj’s and hanging out in the living room watching TV. As I walked into the living room Sam burst into a fit of giggling. “What are you wearing?” she asked between fits of laughter. Jane seemed to find something funny too and was as well. “What?” I asked, thinking my night time diaper must be more obvious than I thought. “I’ve never seen you wear those jeans before!” Sam exclaimed “They’re kind of goofy!” Jane and Sam burst into another fit of laughter. They were obviously sleep deprived. I’m sure they had stayed up all night talking, probably about me. “C’mon Peter” Jane teased “You’re not exactly the king of fashion!” Yep, I was the primary topic I’m sure. I just hoped Jane hadn’t said too much, after all Sam was my sister. I sat down in the living room to watch TV with the girls. It didn’t take me long to realize I wasn’t the only one wearing something strange. “Ummm.. Sam?” I said pointedly “What are YOU wearing?” Sticking out from the back of Sam’s pajamas was something that wasn’t underwear and wasn’t a Goodnite. It was something I was more used to seeing on Jane. “Are you wearing an actual diaper?” I asked shocked. Sam blushed and quickly pulled her pajama top down. “I umm….” Sam stuttered. “She was just trying to make me feel better!” Jane interjected. “Oh, okay…” I conceded, not particularly buying the explanation. “Actually” Sam confessed “That’s not entirely true. I uhh… I had a little accident, well a big one really. I drank a lot of soda last night, I mean A LOT of soda. Well Jane said something really funny that… um, a boy at school did, and I kind of laughed too hard and well… Fortunately I had already put my Goodnite on so I didn’t ruin the carpet or anything. Jane was nice enough to give me one of her diapers since mine was soaked.” Several issues arose from this story. First off I was pretty sure I knew the ‘boy at school’ was me. Secondly, I had seen Sam pack three Goodnites, why wouldn’t she just put one of those on. For that matter she doesn’t even need them, she could have just gone without! I didn’t want to embarrass Sam so I let her story slide. She probably didn’t realize I saw her pack the Goodnites. Besides I wasn’t in any position to judge. “We better get going Sam!” I reminded her “We have dinner with grandma and mom doesn’t want us to be late” “Right” Sam replied “Let me just get dressed and grab my stuff.” She hurried off up the stairs towards Jane’s room. “Hey won’t your mom be mad that you’re missing a diaper?” I asked Jane. “No, she’s not really keeping track anymore. She hasn’t for the last few days. I guess I’ve been wetting so much you know, she didn’t see the need.” Jane explained “She’s been kind of nice actually, ever since my Goodnite leaked, she’s been a whole different person. I can’t believe but I think she might actually feel bad about what she’s made me do!” “Well wouldn’t that be something!” I agreed. “So did you girls have fun last night? What did you talk about?” I asked. “Wouldn’t you like to know” Jane teased. She leaned in to give me a kiss. As she did she placed her hand right on my crotch. “What are you wearing?” She looked puzzled “Now don’t start that again!” I shot back. “Not your clothes silly! I mean under your clothes!” Jane said slyly “You know what I’m wearing!” I played dumb “Yeah, but those aren’t your normal ones are they, they’re too thick!” Jane exclaimed. Without warning Jane unsnapped and unzipped my pants. “Peter! Those are night time diapers! Why on earth do you have those on?” I couldn’t tell if she was shocked or excited. “Well.. I umm bought some after I saw yours last weekend. I figured if that’s what you wore to bed so would I”. My explanation wasn’t the entire truth, but I still hadn’t brought myself to tell Jane I actually enjoyed wearing diapers. “So anyway” I continued “I was out of my regular diapers this morning so I just put one of these on.” “Well it sounds like someone’s being naughty!” Jane purred leaning into me “Perhaps I should give you a little spanking” “I’d like to see you try!” I retorted, pulling Jane closer and allowing her to massage the front of my exposed diaper. Footsteps coming down the stairs reminded us we were not alone. I quickly set up and fastened my pants, Jane jumped like something but her. “Really guys, get a room!” Sam said jokingly, adding “I think you were right Jane!” Both girls exchanged a mischievous grin. “What??” I asked feeling left out. “Oh nothing” Jane replied. Whatever secret they had was definitely about me. “Ready to go Sam?” I asked. “Yep! Sure am!” Sam slung her overnight bag over her shoulder. She was dressed and ready to go. For a minute I wondered if she had kept the diaper on under her clothes. Surely she wouldn’t have. But she seemed to be walking differently as she went out the door. Chapter 39: To Grandma’s House We Go (And Home Again) Our family dinner was uneventful to say the least. It was a bit awkward wearing a diaper in front of my grandma and all my cousins. Of course none of them knew I was wearing. If Sam had kept her diaper on this morning I suspected she had dumped it somewhere before we got to Grandma’s. She spent the afternoon running around outside and riding bikes with the cousins. There was no way she would risk getting caught by one of them. After a while we said our goodbyes and headed home. Grandma lived about an hour away from our house. We had only been in the car for 15 minutes when Sam piped up “Hey mom? Can we stop somewhere? I gotta go to the bathroom.” “Why didn’t you go before we left?” Mom sounded slightly annoyed. “I dunno, guess I didn’t have to go then!” Sam’s attitude was showing. “Well, there’s an exit coming up in about 10 minutes, I guess we can stop there.” Mom replied “K”, was Sam’s only response. 8 minutes down the road traffic came to a dead stop. Sam didn’t say anything. She just sat there with her hand clamped between her thighs bouncing up and down in her seat. After we sat there for another half hour she stopped bouncing, after another 10 minutes she had moved her hand. 5 minutes after that traffic started to move. “Here comes the exit” Mom pointed out “Do you need to stop Samantha?” Her answer surprised me “Nah, I’m okay!” Mom must have been thinking the same thing as me, “You didn’t have an accident did you?” she asked Sam. “No mom!” Sam sounded mortified that she would even ask. Still I had seen her doing her little pee dance not more than 10 minutes ago. What HAD happened? I hate to admit that I looked at my sister’s butt, but I did. I promise it was out of curiosity, not any kind of perversion. But as she climbed out of the car the back of her jeans were completely dry. The seat was too. Maybe she didn’t have to go after all. The mystery was soon solved however when I went into our shared bathroom. There in the trashcan was a balled up, wet Goodnite. She must have been wearing it the whole time! I grabbed the bag from the can and tied a knot in it. Knocking on Sam’s door I held up the bag. “You might want to be a bit more careful” I advised her “If mom had found this you’d have some questions to answer.” “I can explain…” Sam started. “Look, you don’t have to. Just be more careful okay?” I repeated. “Thanks Pete” Sam replied. I took the bag down to the outside trashcan and buried it under the other trash, just as I had done with my own many times. I went back inside and dialed Jane. “How was your grandma’s” Jane asked. “Fine” I answered “But the strangest thing happened on the way back home.” “I bet it’s not as strange as what’s going on here!” Jane rebutted. “Why? What happened?” I asked, Jane sounded a bit annoyed or angry, I wasn’t really sure. “My mom that’s what!” Jane exclaimed. So angry it was! That truce lasted all of a half day. “I thought your mom was being nice now?” I asked. “Yeah, I thought so too! But guess what she came home with this afternoon?” Jane was really getting worked up. “More diapers?” I ventured a guess. What else could it be? “A potty! A little pink plastic princess potty!” Jane cried “I’m in potty training Peter!” Chapter 40: The Pink Princess Potty At school the next day Jane filled me in on the details of her new ‘situation’. It seems her mom showed up Sunday afternoon with a child’s potty chair. She placed it in the living room and announced that Jane was going to have to go through potty training again, since (according to Jane’s mom) it obviously never took hold in the first place. I told Jane that was nonsense and she wouldn’t be having all these issues if her mom hadn’t made her wear these diapers in the first place. Jane agreed but said at this point there was no point arguing, it would just mean another spanking, or worse. So Jane agreed to the terms of her ‘training’. When she is at home she has to go and sit on the potty every hour. The potty was to remain in the living room so her mom could keep up with her ‘progress’. If she has an accident she has to sit on the potty for an hour and then has to go to the potty every 30 minutes after that until she has gone a whole day without accidents. Jane will continue to wear diapers to school, to avoid the chance of ‘embarrassing leaks’. She will also wear a diaper to bed. At all other times she would wear Goodnites. The plan was crazy to say the least. I thought that her mom had gone too far this time, perhaps it was time Jane moved out. Perhaps if we told my parents everything that was going on she could come live with us. Jane however seemed to feel differently. “As messed up as all this is, I’m kind of hoping it will help.” Jane confessed “To tell you the truth I hardly have any control at all lately. Most of the time when I’m wet I don’t even remember going.” I had to admit I knew what she was talking about. Several times recently I had found myself going before I even felt the urge and the last few mornings I woke up wet with no recollection of waking in the middle of the night to pee. Perhaps it was time for me to start retraining my bladder as well. “Still it sucks, I’m sorry you have to go through this, your mom really is crazy.” I sympathized. “Yeah, she’s a real ‘B’!” Jane agreed. The day sped by without much incident. Sam had to stay after school for some club so Jane and I had the afternoon to ourselves. One thing had been on my mind all day, and as wrong as I knew it was, I was hoping to see it. Turns out I didn’t have to wait long. In the car on the way to Jane’s house I noticed she kept fidgeting and shifting about in her seat. She looked like she had to go to the bathroom, which was something I hadn’t seen in a while. She had on a diaper after all. We had both become so accompanied to just going when and where we needed that Jane’s apparent desperation seemed out of place. “Umm Peter? Can we hurry up a bit?” Jane asked with a note of concern in her voice. “Sure. You okay?” I asked, knowing the answer. “It’s just I REALLY got to pee, I’ve kept this stupid diaper dry all day and I can’t wet it now!” Jane was starting to sound panicky. We got to her house and I barely had the car in park before Jane tore out of the car and toward the front door. She fumbled with her purse and the contents scattered across the front porch. “Peter help!” Jane pleaded as she doubled over, her hands between her legs. I quickly located the keys and undid the lock. Jane bolted past me into the house. Deciding to be the gentleman I picked up Jane’s purse and gathered its spilled contents. I walked into the house, hearing noise from the living room I headed in that direction. I was greeted with the sight of Jane sitting on a pink potty seat, her pants and diaper hastily discarded across the room. “Wow you really had to go!” I commented, I could hear a torrent of pee splattering against the plastic pot. Jane finished and a happy little musical tune suddenly came from the potty. “I can’t believe she actually put the batteries in it!” Jane blushed. “I can’t believe you held it all day!” I replied “Surely your mom doesn’t expect you to stay dry all day if she has you in diapers?” “That’s the point, she doesn’t expect it!” Jane explained “But maybe if I can keep them dry I can finally be done with these stupid things!” Hearing Jane call her diapers ‘stupid’ reminded me that she didn’t quite feel the same about them as I did. Of course she wanted to be free of them. For that matter perhaps it was time I retraining too. I really didn’t want to go off to college unable to control my basic bodily functions. “Can you be sweet and get me a Goodnite? They’re in my room.” Jane asked, seeming to not care she was still sitting on a potty chair. “Sure!” I said, heading up the stairs. Perhaps it was time I started using the bathroom ‘normally’ again. Now was as good of time as any to start. I had forgotten to stop and buy a new package of my regular diapers yesterday and had resorted to wearing my night time ones again. So I might as well let that be a sign, I thought, I won’t buy any more. This diaper, would be my last. Well for the daytime at least, recent events gave me reason to think I might be a bit more cautious at night. As I entered Jane’s room it was apparent I wasn’t the only one having issues at night. Her bed had been stripped and the plastic mattress cover I had felt on my previous visit was on plain view. I kew Jane was wearing diapers to bed, had she wet so much she had leaked? Perhaps it was just laundry day. But washing bedding seemed like something most people did on the weekend. Jane’s room also had a familiar smell. The smell of a room belonging to a bed wetter. I knew Jane probably found the smell an embarrassing reminder of her problem. I found the smell strangely arousing. The bag of Goodnites was on the floor under her night stand, just as it had been before. This time however there were two more packages beside it. One was Jane’s regular day time diapers and another package of her thicker night time diapers. I grabbed a Goodnite and headed back downstairs. Jane was still sitting on the potty. She saw me coming and reached for a box of tissues sitting nearby. “Thanks Peter!” Jane said as she quickly wiped herself and dropped the tissue into the potty. She stood up and reached for the Goodnite. I was used to Jane being comfortable around me, but I still found it amusing she could stand there so nonchalantly naked from the waist down. No it wasn’t amusing it was downright hot is what it was. Jane took the Goodnite and made no effort to retrieve her pants. I wasn’t going to remind her. “So if your mom only expects you to use this when you’re at home” I pointed to the potty chair “then why go through all the discomfort of holding it all day?” I repeated my question from earlier. “It’s not like it would be have been the first diaper you wet.” “That’s the point!” Jane exclaimed “I’m tired of sitting around in my own pee! As much as I hate my mom making me use this thing instead of the real toilet at least it’s a step in the right direction!” Jane finally seemed to notice her half clothed state. She retrieved her pants from the floor and pulled them on over the Goodnite. I picked up the discarded diaper. It was indeed dry, but in Jane’s desperate attempt to remove it she had ripped the backing and torn off several of the tapes. This diaper was of no use anymore. I headed for the trashcan. “Don’t do that!” Jane stopped me “I want to save it for mom to show her it’s dry” Jane took the diaper from me and laid it beside the potty. I was starting to feel the need to go myself. Unlike Jane I hadn’t tried to hold it all day, I had wet earlier and changed myself before lunch. I hadn’t been since then though and my need was suddenly growing. I figured if I was going to start using the big boy toilet again I might as well get started, besides I had shared in all Jane’s other adventures. “Mind if I take a turn?” I asked pointing to the potty. “Actually I do” Jane said apologetically “It’s kind of gross but mom measures the amount of pee in the potty to see how I’m doing. If there’s too much in there she might get suspicious” I should have figured her mom would pull something like that. “Well maybe I’ll just duck into the bathroom then, besides I’d probably break that little potty chair” I hoped Jane didn’t mind me using the ‘big toilet’ when she wasn’t allowed. “Well no you can’t…” Jane said regretfully “Mom padlocked all the bathroom doors to make sure I kept the potty in the living room.” “So your only allowed to use it in here?” I asked “What if you have company?” “Doesn’t matter” Jane explained “My grandma came by yesterday evening and I had to still sit on it once an hour even if I didn’t have to go. It was so embarrassing!” “Wow that is embarrassing” I admitted, I wouldn’t even want to pee in a regular toilet in front of my grandma. “The good news is I haven’t had an accident since this all started.” Jane said proudly. I didn’t mention the state I had found her bed in. “I suppose you could go out and water a tree in the backyard.” Jane suggested. “I’ll just wait, I’ll be fine” I assured her. Thirty minutes later my diaper was soaked. ‘Oh well, one last time’ I told myself.
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  28. I say we climb out the window and find some bushes to pee in! EDIT: Also, super glad you're back! I missed this story!
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  29. Yeah they're great, thanks for sharing! Here's her profile in pornhub: http://www.pornhub.com/users/kxpancakes Hope we'll see more of her in future.
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  30. Funny thing is, in his messages he was perfectly polite and called me sweet for giving back to the community in such a way. Then he didn't win. And suddenly, he was HILARIOUSLY triggered beyond belief. Every time I come back to the thread I'm less mad and just having a good laugh out of it. Speaking of the thread! I have request details! And I'm pleased to say they're quite creative, so hopefully it will be worth the wait. Essentially I go out into a semi-public place. After much discussion, the mall was potentially decided upon, though is not dead-set, it just apparently fits the best for what we currently have right now. So I go there, and I drink tons until obviously I need to go quite badly. At this point I start doing challenges. I do not know what these challenges are, but I'll be doing one every 5-10 minutes, with each one taking a little bit of time. Rainyday wants them to be a surprise, so I'm getting them each individually emailed to me and I'm not allowed to open these emails until it is time to do so. When I finish one challenge, I wait ten minutes, and open the next email on my phone to find out what that challenge is. If I'm uncomfortable with any specific challenge when I read it, I skip over it. To reiterate, I do not know what they are and will not until it is time to do that specific challenge. I don't even know how many I'll get. Its actually really exciting to think about! Other things that were discussed! If I start completely losing it, and do lose it to quite a degree but not entirely, I keep going. If I can regain control, I keep going after so many seconds of relief. There may also be periods where I am allowed to go to a bathroom to relieve myself a bit, but not much and have to intentionally stop. If I complete all the challenges I win! And I am potentially allowed to relieve myself outside, or something else! More discussion to be had! Rainyday didn't much request any attire, just skirt. So I will likely be basing my clothing for that day off that :D ANY QUESTIONS? THERE WILL LIKELY BE MORE INFORMATION COMING IN THE NEAR FUTURE
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  31. Part 5 As they approached the car, Laura did some haphazard maths in her head; it would take another half hour to get back to the office, provided they could avoid the evening traffic. She had no idea if she could hold it that much longer since she had never ever been this desperate in her whole life, but she knew she had to. Just a half hour car ride, then take the elevator up to the lobby and run to the toilet. Big girls don't piss themselves, and she was a big girl, thus she won't piss herself! They reached the car and Laura carefully folded herself into the passenger seat, afraid to part her legs even for one second, but she clenched her muscles and slid herself onto the bright leather seat. As Katherine started the engine and eased out of the carpark, Laura sat with her legs slowly bobbing up and down with her hands folded and pressing down into her lap. The pain was almost unbelievable and she was swimming with urine. Her poor kidneys were still trying to press more and more into her bladder but it wouldn't be long until it had nowhere else to go than out in her pants. She bit her lip and tried not to start crying, but she wasn't far off from doing so. They reached a junction just as the traffic lights turned red, forcing Katherine to slow down to a halt. "Oh please, no, not this! Oh God, I don't have time for this! Please change, please change!" Laura panically thought to herself, desperately staring out the car window at the red light. She crossed her legs tightly as she felt a major surge going through her lower regions. The lights changed and they were on their way again, heading out on the outer city route, further leading out onto the freeway. The traffic was quite heavy since everyone was on their way home from work, but it still flowed smoothly. Laura silently thanked whoever is up there for their uninterrupted progress. After about five minutes they reached the freeway and Katherine picked up a steady speed. Soon they would be back. Twenty minutes, twenty-five tops. Laura sat with her legs in a tight knot, rocking back and forth with her hands underneath her. Her bladder throbbed harder and harder. About five minutes into their freeway route, the car in front of them slowed down so Katherine had little choice but to do the same. Laura instantly reacted and breathed in heavily and a frightened look washed over her face. She uncrossed her legs and started twisting around, bending her thighs over each other. Then the car in front of them slowed down to a halt. Laura panicked; "Oh no!!! What is happening?! Why are we stopping?! I have to get back! I have to pee! I'm pissing myself, oh God I'm pissing myself!!!! Move, please move!!!!" she thought to herself, feeling tears emerging in her eyes. She put one hand on her thigh and folded her knee halfway over the other while twisting her body around on the seat. She could feel the urine pressing onto her sphincter. Katherine remembered the roadwork she had noticed in the opposite lane on their way to the meeting, and now they were in that very lane. She knew this would add at least ten minutes to their journey, possibly even more due to the now much heavier traffic. Laura couldn't help herself now. She was constantly twisting and turning on the seat while grinding her thighs back and forth over each other, sucking in air between her teeth. The pain was overwhelming and her poor muscles couldn't handle much more. She began to silently sob out of pure desperation and frustration of not being able to go anywhere and knowing her holding abilities were steadily running out. The car line was huge and they crept forward at a tantalizingly slow speed. Five minutes went by and they hadn't gotten more than about a few hundred meters. Katherine spotted the area of the roadwork way ahead, figuring it would take at least five more minutes to get past it. Laura, now being at her absolute limit, crossed her legs again in a double-knot and started swaying from side to side. Her hands were balled up in fists pressing down onto the seat. This was nothing short of a nightmare! Her bladder violently throbbed and her lower regions pulsated, helplessly fighting against the oncoming flood. The cars slowly eased forward. Laura flexed her thigh muscles while rocking back and forth on the seat. She was in total distress and tears began rolling down her face. "Oh God, please move, please hurry, pleeeeeease!!!" she silently begged the cars in front of them. She was panting heavily, still sitting with her legs double-crossed, clenching her fists hard while violently twisting about on the seat. They slowly got closer and closer to the roadwork area. She flexed every muscle she had down there as she felt a giant spasm surge through her whole body. PSSSSSS A two-second spurt suddenly entered her tight pants and spread both underneath her bum and upward between her tightly crossed legs, making an obvious patch oozing out on the fabric. "Oh no, oh god, please don't, please not now, not yet...!!!!" she thought to herself as the gasped. She was starting to cry out of pure anxiety of how things was about to turn out. She was breathing hard and tears ran down her cheeks as a thousand thoughts swirled around in her head; If she by some divine miracle could hold it in until they arrived at the garage, she could jump out, yank down her trousers and let go on the concrete right beside the car. It wasn't the most dignified of arrivals, but it was the best she could hope for now. Her pants would still be wet between her legs but she could conceal it if... PSSSSSSSCCHHHHHHHT "Ohnonononono please oh God, nononooooo!!!" Another spurt gushed out into her pants, lasting almost five seconds this time before she managed to cut it off. She began to all-out cry as she pinched her legs even harder together in a knot. It spread out towards the sides of her pants and she felt it starting to pool up underneath her bum. There was so much urine inside of her and her pants were already wet beyond any reasonable alternative explanation, she cried out of sheer hopelessness of the situation. She had nowhere to go, her holding abilities were totally spent and she had no idea how to face her boss who undoubtedly was aware of what was happening. She was panting and sobbing, uncrossing her legs and bent one thigh over the other while pressing her right hand into her crotch as hard as humanly possible while trying to cover her emerging accident with her left. "So much pee, oh God, so full, gotta hold it, please, oh God, just a few more minutes, oh please, oh no, cramp, hold it, hold it, pinch, no, nonono, it's coming, oh no, so much, oh God, cramp, I don't wanna, oh please, I don't wanna, no, no no no, NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" PSSSSSSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH An irreversible contraction surged through her whole body, forcing her day's worth of pee out into her pants with a loud hiss. It was like holding the end of a faucet. It spread all underneath her, rapidly pooling up in the seat and eventually running down the sides and at the front, adding to a growing lake on the floor. Her pants were instantly soaked. Due to her clenched legs and grasping hands, the pee was also forced upwards, pooling up between her legs and even up the front of her pants, eventually running down from her waistband over her hands and onto her lap and down her thighs onto the seat. It was an unbelievable mess and it just kept on gushing, all the while with a devastated Laura crying her eyes out. Laura pissed on and on for almost two minutes, not leaving one dry spot on her pants which now had turned a glistening dark grey, and produced a lake on the seat and an ocean on the floor. Even her blouse became wet from the giant torrent. The car was filled with the unmistakeable smell of pee-soaked clothing. She was inconsolable, burying her face in her hands and just crying and crying, not knowing what to do or where to go. "I do hope you're happy with your day's work, young lady!" Katherine scolded angrily as Laura looked up from her hands all teary-eyed and miserable. "Is this what I'm supposed to expect from you while on duty?!" Laura began crying even harder, "I'm sorry, I couldn't wait, I was so desperate! Please, Miss Andrews, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" she whined as tears streamed down her face. She was so helpless, burying her face in her hands again. "Well, if you really had to go that bad, you should have told me" Katherine retorted irritatingly, not really wanting Laura to lose it while still in the car. At least it wasn’t her own car but she would still have to have it reconditioned on the expense of the company. She couldn't help but feeling sorry for poor Laura though, reduced to bathing in her own urine and weeping haplessly into her hands. She also couldn't help but feeling extremely turned on, remembering the previous wetting incidents with her former assistant. "I'm so sorry, Miss Andrews!" Laura sobbed as they had passed the roadworks and Katherine could step on the gas again. "I tried going to the bathroom all day but I didn't get the chance. Please, don't fire me, this has never happened before and it won't happen again! I will clean out the car when we get back!" Katherine's initial annoyance had settled and she reassured her despaired assistant: "Calm down, Laura. I'm not gonna fire you, it's not the end of the world. I will arrange for the car to be cleaned, you don't have to care about it." "Thank you, Miss Andrews." Laura sniffled as she dried her tears. They continued the journey back to the office garage in silence. Laura gradually calmed down somewhat but still couldn't believe what she had done. Her pants were completely soaked, almost as if they had been submerged in water, and they felt soggy against her legs. She was so embarrassed and was still rather upset when they entered the garage to park the car. "I promise this won't happen again!" she tried to assure her boss when the car ground to a halt in the parking space. "Of course it won't." Katherine commented as she suppressed a wily grin.
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  32. Just a few thoughts on that: About half the people participating are Kozmox' friends, so there there is a pretty high chance one of them wins. Two out of four lottos won by a Kozmo friend (and two by complete strangers) perfectly matches what I would expect given the composition of the participants. o.o On top of that it´s not like we are even in the position to demand anything here! This Lotto is not a given right, it´s a nice gesture towards the community o.o ! Just be happy this lotto is there and tparticipate again in the next round! :) Cheers, bird
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  33. Hello fellow omorashi friends. Here ya go... 480P_600K_102804842.mp4 480P_600K_101437722.mp4 480P_600K_76101371.mp4
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  34. Kozmo said I was finally allowed to play this time! I'm excited! (I WON'T LOSE AT TINY TOHOS TO YOU, RAINY!)
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  35. Well, ours is a fetish viewed by the majority as one of the "weird" ones- not as common as BDSM, but more so than a vomit fetish (which apparently exists). I think I can speak for most of us when I say that we are worried about alienating people who are important to us because of our fascination with "disgusting" practices. This isn't helped by the grouping of softcore Omo with the very hardcore scat fetish simply because they both involve... Well, human waste. I've said before that omorashi would probably be enjoyed by many people if society didn't directly speak out against it, and I think that if people just ignored that norm, then almost all of us would feel that we had nothing to hide. ...I have a feeling that there will be an open Omorashi/fetish movement in the future, similar to the LGBTQ/sexual freedom one. Instead of calling it "coming out of the closet," though, we could call it "coming out of the water closet" (bad joke. I'm sorry.)
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  36. Margot Robbie <3 I'd love to see her squirming about struggling to hold on!
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  37. My turn offs are as follows...: 1. Poop Desperation/Messing. I apologize if this offends anyone, but I find it totally disgusting. 2. Diapers. To me diapers are a sign of childhood, and really that's just not for me. 3. 4. Bestiality. I lie animals as much as the next person, but I'd never imagine myself having sex or doing sexual acts with them. 5. Loli/Shota. This is a HUGE no for me. Probably something to do with my past. And now for turn on's...: 1. Piss desperation and wetting. Obviously. 2. Masturbation (male). I don't know, just something about watching a man beat one off really does it for me. 3. Orgasm Delay/Denial. Same reason as above. 4. Golden Showers. I like the thought of it, never had it done though. 5. I don't know if it has any specific name, but I enjoy reading about guys who are so hard that its painfully pleasurable to touch. Especially when their leaking pre over the place. 6. Fellatio. This one is a big one for me. I enjoy watching people perform fellatio, I enjoy writing and reading about it and I myself enjoy performing fellatio.
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  38. I know it is against the rules, but here are some pictures, that every ecchi thread should have, at least in my opinion.
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  39. Holy hell. This is the best story I've ever read. I have never been so into a story as this one. You have a gift man. Anything you write I'll read. Anything. I've read both your stories now from this forum and I swear I'm so glad you came along. My only question is this. You said you have only had 2 experiences of desperation, I have now read two so what do I do now. I would love to read some of your fiction if you ever choose to write any. Also any stories where you have been desperate. I would love to hear about them as well. Brilliant story man, can't wait to read more P.S. just so you know, I think I'm in love with your girlfriend Jess. Just saying
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