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  1. I'm really not into male omo at all myself, but up until now, all of my stories have been female. Figured it was only fair to give the other side a shot. :P
  2. He was on his way home from the office, on a mildly warm day. It was the kind of day where you start to forget it was technically winter a week ago. It was the comfortable transition between seasons that left a gentle calmness over everything. He loved being outdoors, and he loved the changing of the seasons. Unfortunately, “the office” meant he worked in a cubicle. The closest window was at the opposite end of a long hallway. This didn’t mean he hated his job, or anything. He actually quite enjoyed it. His tasks were menial and he was just another faceless cog in a machine, but he was a quick learner with a natural gift for the job. He could do a day’s work half asleep in a couple hours, which left him most of each day to browse ski resorts, check campsites, or plan out hikes for the weekend. This weekend, he aimed to summit four different peaks. He knew there would be some rain, but there was always something magical about experiencing the first rainstorm of the year for him. As he drove home on this Friday evening, the sun was still high in the sky as the first drops started coming down. He smiled as he drove along, the rain increasing in intensity with each mile. He shifted a little in the seat. There was another reason he enjoyed rain so much. It was a beautiful time of year, and he loved the smell of rain, but it also allowed him an easy indulgence of his fetish. Fortunately, this lined up nicely with his bladder’s rhythm as well. He would generally need to pee once in the morning, again before his late lunch, and again as soon as he got home. The drive to and from the office was long enough that he generally wouldn’t feel the need when he left the office, but he’d be unable to sit still once he reached a bathroom. He would often keep holding long past that point, though, just in case there were other opportunities to enjoy the desperation. Today wouldn’t be much of a day for enjoyed desperation, though. The rain was coming down more and more, and what started as a gentle sprinkle was becoming a bit of a downpour. The anticipation of his plan seemed to fuel his desperation, and ten minutes from home, he found himself unable to sit still at all. At a red light, he pulled his tie off and unbuttoned his shirt a bit. He never liked the dress code at all- He felt like he was suffocating, and currently, his desperation didn’t help with that sensation. He pulled into the driveway, gathered his things, and ran up to his apartment. His first contact with the rain made him shiver and smile. Today was a great day for the first rain- It was warm. It wasn’t freezing rain, whipping sideways. It didn’t sting his face at all. It was gentle, warm rain, on a warm day, with the sun still shining. He stepped inside just long enough to put his things by the door, then locked it behind him as a went for a walk. It was a relaxing feeling, in complete contrast to his tight, stressed bladder. Without realizing it, a leak shot down his leg, causing him to gasp involuntarily. The rain was warm, but the pee escaping him was hot, and it felt amazing. He walked to the end of his street, one hand in his pocket, holding himself firmly. He was a lot more desperate than he usually was at this time, which fit his needs just fine. He didn’t want to lose any more of it until his pants were soaked with rain, though. That was one of his favorite sensations- Wetting in cold, rain-soaked pants. And his work pants were pretty comfortable, actually. He shivered as he rounded the corner, and he wasn’t sure if it was the desperation or the cold. The fresh rain coming down still felt warm, but his clothes were heavy with water, keeping tight to his body. A little bit more walking and another sudden shiver caused him to leak again. This time, in contrast to the cold fabric around his legs, his pee felt like a nice fire. He felt it shoot down his thigh, and trickle all the way down his pant leg. He couldn’t resist the feeling anymore, stopped walking, and steadied his breathing. And then he had given up control. Urine was flowing freely out of him as he started walking again. The heat was completely lighting up his legs and he felt the stress melt out of him. The individual streams criss-crossing down, tracing a contrasting experience of warmth and cold all the way down. Every muscle in his body felt relaxed. The warm rain tickled his face, as his warm pee soothed his legs. He looked up to the bright, calm sky and smiled as his bladder continued to empty. He was warm all over. He was relaxed. “This,” he thought, “is a great start to Spring.”
  3. Haha, this is exactly my mentality. Plus, if it's right after getting out of the water, you'll have water dripping from you anyway. It's super easy to just let go as you walk, and it blends right in. No one asks questions. :P
  4. I find that they serve different purposes, personally. Real porn serves the desire for... Well, realism. Not necessarily in the acts themselves, but in the fact that they are real people, actually doing real things. Not a big fan of sex scenes at all, but especially when it comes to omorashi, it starts to feel like something that I could actually witness or be involved in. Hentai, on the other hand, is an exaggeration. All anime is, really. So when that kind of exaggeration is applied to sexual content, you end up with more... Everything. More passion, more arousal, more volume, more fluids. It's a delight to the senses, in a fantastical way. And while it is certainly enjoyable, I just like to ground myself back in reality every once in a while. :P
  5. I was considering trying out a handful of different anonymous characters in various situations (either gender), but if people want to see this single character developed, I likely wouldn't be opposed. :P I really do like building someone up from nothing, though. This was essentially a test run, and I think I could've done way more character development.
  6. Thanks! I was going for anonymity with her character, definitely. I still wanted to portray some character, and make her someone you could wonder and speculate about, but that's all.
  7. She was tingling with anticipation as she stood in line to get her movie ticket. Today’s the day, she thought to herself. Today’s the day I’m finally going to do it. She had been planning to try this for weeks now, but had never been able to work up the courage. But here she was, at the theater, buying a single ticket to Superhero Movie 54, in the late afternoon. The movie had been out for quite a while, now, so there were certainly very few people that would be going out to see it. And on top of that, it was 4pm and still very much light out- Long before the general rush of people. The theater was practically guaranteed to be empty, and she was as excited as she was nervous. She had never done something like this before. She had always fantasized about it, but never thought she’d build up the courage to actually go do it. She paid for the ticket, responded to the clerk’s “Enjoy your movie!” with a meek “thank you,” and hurried inside. The next step in her plan was to get a drink. A big one. So she ended up getting a large Mountain Dew (No ice means more liquid) and, just because she loved them, a bag of Skittles. The size of the drink looked like it held more liquid than her stomach and bladder could combined, which (Although intimidating) was perfect. By this point, she was getting more anxious about her plan. She was holding her giant bucket of soda, fidgeting slightly, and she was slowly realizing more and more that this was actually happening. Her clothing choices could have been more subtle, but if she was going to do this, she was going to go all-out. She had read plenty of stories of girls ending up in this kind of situation (Although not usually this intentionally, or planned out), but they would wear shorts or skirts to allow them to easily pee without noticeable markings on their clothes. But that didn’t seem as fun to her, so she wore black tight jeans, a gray t-shirt, and her favorite dark blue hoodie. It was a bit of a warm day, but she figured she could tie the hoodie around her waist to hide some of it, if she needed to. She loved the feeling of tight jeans sticking to her, warm all the way down. She loved the sensation as those first couple drops traced paths around her legs, making her shiver all over. She thought to herself, where’s the fun in wetting a skirt? You pee and you’re done and you made a mess. But she loved it for the pure sensation of it all. The relief and the mess were just small bonuses to her. She was dismayed to find there were seven other people in the theater- Two couples, three individuals, here and there. Probably taking a break from their days for a quick movie. Luckily, she found a seat all the way in the back, off to one side, that was distant from everyone else. As she approached her seat, she got more and more antsy. She couldn’t tell if she had to pee yet at all, or if it was just nerves (Probably both), but she knew that as soon as she sat down, she would be right where it would eventually happen. As soon as she sat down, she would be in the future “crime scene.” And now here she was, sitting in a nearly-empty theater, staring at stupid movie trivia and chugging her body weight in soda. She wanted to drink as much as she could early, so she had more time during the movie for the desperation to really hit her. --- By time the movie started, she was already shifting uneasily in her seat, casting glances around at the other people (None of which were returned, of course). She realized that she didn’t really need to pee that badly, but she was just getting more and more excited. The novelty and disbelief of this is really going to happen was wearing off, and it was steadily being replaced by a determination to make it happen. It no longer felt unreal to her, but more like a personal goal that she needed to meet. Not yet, she kept telling herself. Don’t leak, don’t let anything out. Not until you hit your breaking point. She had to talk herself out of letting go multiple times- Not because she was overly desperate or anything, but just because she wanted to start it right now. But she wasn’t ready yet; her bladder wasn’t ready. Not yet… Wait… Drink more… She was so very excited, and so very impatient about it. It was maybe halfway into the movie when she let out her first involuntary leak. She squeaked in surprise, but fortunately, it was at a loud point in the showing, so no one noticed. She noticed, though, and she could feel her face turning bright red in embarrassment. Her jeans didn’t feel damp at all yet, so it wasn’t a major loss in pressure. Her soda was almost entirely gone, and she had been so distracted by this mission of hers that she barely ate any Skittles. The leak was the beginning of the end for her, though, and her desperation was rising quicker and quicker. She was no longer even trying to sit still, one leg folded up under her as she rocked from side to side frantically. “I need to pee...” she muttered under her breath. Barely a whisper- It was more of a confirmation to herself that she did, in fact, need to urinate. She kept looking around, constantly afraid that someone would hear her mutter something, or the shifting fabric of the chair. She slowly began to steady herself with deep, slow breathing, and her rocking slowed down as she grabbed herself less and less. “I’m okay… I’m okay” she whispered over and over, as if trying to convince herself it was true. This isn’t good enough. I can wait way longer. It’s going to feel so incredible. She was still very anxious about it, but now she felt like she was going for a record. Longest hold in movie theater history after drinking an aquarium of soda, she thought. And no one seems to be suspicious of me! Her soda was finished five minutes later, and she was back to rocking back and forth on her heel. She felt like she was nearly at the top of the highest drop on a roller-coaster, staring down into the inevitable. It filled her with a strange mix of excitement and dread, but the dread itself was exciting. It was a feedback loop of emotions that she was stuck in when her next major leak caught her by surprise. A quick jet of pee, maybe two seconds long, soaked her seat a fair bit. The warmth was noticeable to her now, and a bit of it was trickling down her leg. She inhaled sharply at the sensation of it, which may have been a mistake- It caused another, slightly longer leak to follow. Her bottom felt almost hot now, from this new wave, and two more tendrils worked their way down her legs. This was it. The warmth was too exciting, and she was too exhausted, to keep it contained anymore. But if she was going to do this, it wasn’t going to be an accident. It would be on purpose. So she uncrossed her legs, planting both her feet on the ground, and sat still. In this final moment, her panic overwhelmed her desire. She was terrified of someone catching her in the act- So much so that she couldn’t release it just yet. Everything’s okay, no one even cares. Relax… Relax… She kept trying to reassure herself, get herself to calm down, but the movie was quiet, so surely, someone would hear something… This was the calm before the storm- Both for her, and the movie. In her stillness, a long, four-second leak hissed out of her into her jeans, warming the seat. This one dribbled all the way down her legs, too, and as much as she loved the sensation, it was still too quiet in the theater. Someone will notice! Stop! Run to the bathroom! She blushed deeply and gathered her hoodie up around herself, trying to hide and regain her resolve. No, she thought defiantly. I’ve come this far, I’m not backing out. Besides, I’m not sure I can stand up… It was this realization that granted her courage again: She was wetting herself, one way or another. She can wet herself here, quietly in this seat at the back of an empty theater, or struggle down the stairs, out into the lobby, peeing the whole way. With this in mind, she decided that she was at least going to enjoy the experience. The movie picked up again as a climactic battle started, and similarly, she was able to release her muscles. Even over the sound of the fight scene before her, she could hear the hiss of the hot jet of urine flowing out of her, uninhibited. The seat got warmer, hotter, wetter. It started pouring down her legs, criss-crossing all around and down to pool under her feet. She could hear the splatter of the pee dripping from her legs to the hard floor beneath her, and she felt the pool of liquid grow. Her hand instinctively went to her crotch as her head tipped back and her eyes closed, mouth half-open in a silent moan, when she caught herself. Not here, she thought. She squeezes herself gently, fighting against her temptations to do more, and she was still peeing through her jeans, as well as the seat by this point. A couple seconds later, the flow stopped and the dripping slowed. She opened her eyes and snapped back to her surroundings, suddenly terrified. How loud was that? How obvious was I? Oh god oh god oh god… She was looking all around, and her heart skipped a beat when she caught someone looking her direction. She stared at them, panicking, but… no, they weren’t looking at her. Just to the side. They turned back to the screen and she let out a shaky breath. Then a shaky smile. I did it. She was still ecstatic from the experience. --- Quietly, she grabbed her things and shifted over a seat. She decided to place the empty cup on its side in the middle of the cushion, too, for a couple reasons. People wouldn’t immediately assume someone wet themselves here, and the cup would be a signal for something that needs to be cleaned up. She felt guilty about the work she just created for someone else, especially since she genuinely didn’t think about it before this. If only for that reason, she probably wouldn’t do this again, but she still considered it a great experience- Even if the guilt did sit at the back of her mind for a couple of days. She finished her Skittles without a drink, finished the movie (Which she wasn’t really following anyway), and got up to leave. Her legs were still pretty damp, but it didn’t show much, so she decided to keep her hoodie on. As the small group of them filtered out of the theater, a couple of them cast glances at her, but definitely no concrete accusations. Still, she felt herself blush a bit with each one, looked down, and hurried out to her car. The drive home was uneventful, and it was just starting to get dark. Well, she thought. That was something new. She laughed awkwardly, alone in her car.
  8. I was curious if anyone would mention her. With her personality, I can just imagine this so well. And I'd love to see how she plays it off afterwards, too. :P
  9. Either you get really wet really fast, or you could flip the rules. :P For example, drink a glass of water every couple chapters, or something. I'm surprised no one has mentioned video games at all. Many times, with frustratingly difficult games, I'll leak with each failed attempt (Dark Souls can be rough...).
  10. It's been a long time since I've written anything (omo or otherwise), but I believe the principle structure will always be the same. If you can narrow a story down to a singular, strong focus, and build the rest around that, it'll stand much better on its own. Don't rely on too many moving parts, don't overcomplicate the plot, and keep the progression logical. Soo.... Basically along the same lines as what PuppyDog said. lol
  11. Really, though, this concept feels like it's in pretty stark contrast to the perversion of more major religions. You won't have Crusades or suicide attacks in the name of... Not killing anything at all. lol
  12. I've played way more Rock Band than Guitar Hero, but RB has the Endless playlist you can do- All of the songs, back to back, no breaks. I'm assuming GH has a similar thing. It could be fun to turn that into a game. Take a drink between each song, or something. See how long you last. :P
  13. I kinda feel like everyone on this site that plays games has been in this situation. Haha Lately for me, it's been Rocket League. It's so painfully easy to launch "just one more match," and with the in-game clock being only 5 minutes, it's much too easy to rationalize. Except that, with replays and kickoffs, the actual time of a match is closer to 10, and if it gets to overtime, you can be looking at 15, easily. So the game really exploits the "just one more" mentality, which is brutal when you're already desperate. xP Although, when I realize I really need to pee while gaming, I almost always end up turning it into a reward/punishment system. If the game's going really well, I'll reward myself with a quick leak (It feels nice :3). If things go poorly, and they keep going poorly, I'll end up intentionally leaking out of frustration, soo... It isn't much different. This usually just goes on until my bladder's empty. lol
  14. I saw that yesterday! It's great. :) Any idea if it's real? It looks real enough, but that's kinda the point of effects. lol
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