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  1. Drawing various pokemorphs in omo/wetting related scenes. Possibly down the line a small mini-comic. Post requests, I'll pick a few! (Also it will assist me in getting better at art)
  2. I have always been strangely attracted to robots, specifically humanoid androids in science fiction. It’s been difficult to rationalize why. It could be related to the fantasy of creating a sleek, perfect being corresponding to my overt and rather lustful tendencies. Equally, it could simply be an attraction to a novel and new concept that is being reintroduced and explored repeatedly in mainstream media. Perhaps my engineering profession has something to do with it. Regardless, I wanted to create something that made sense in the context of omorashi. There have been several exploratory attempts on this forum that strive to associate and functionalize excretion of fluids with the operation of a robot; sadly, none achieved the breakthrough detail and realism I was seeking. A radical concept finally dawned on me about a month ago that seemed plausible from an engineering and scientific viewpoint. This post and the following ones aim to pen the concept down in a story. I have never written fiction in my life and scored horribly for literature at school before giving it up completely, so forgive me if the plot does not match up to the concept and/or this does not pass the editor’s cut. I hope, nevertheless, that those who like this stuff lurking around in this forum will appreciate this little story of mine and perhaps use the concept into the future. Cheers!
  3. Genre - Horror Platform - RPG Maker VX Ace So, a year ago, I got my hands on RPG Maker, and since then I've been slowly familiarizing myself with it, and eventually began building my own game. The Sanguinary Emissary is a horror-themed RPG, but remains on the comical side of things so things aren't too heavy. It features it's own desperation system, along with wetting and peeing mechanics, hand drawn art, in-battle and out-of-battle fear wettings, and an enticing story line, based on the premise of exploring a mansion that everyone considers haunted. Side notes: -Much of the art is more than six months old, so by the next or even final release, there will be many redraws. -This is in its beta stage, so any bugs or errors you find, please report them either here or in the comments section of the file download page. -A very special thanks to Rainyday and OmniLisk for their patience and time. They have been instrumental in the development of this game and supported me in times of low confidence. Remember, if you haven't played a game in RPG Maker VX Ace before, you will need to download the Run Time Package (RTP) for it. You can get it for free here: http://www.rpgmakerweb.com/download/additional/run-time-packages https://omorashi.org/files/file/2626-the-sanguinary-emissary/ I ask that you bear with me on this. There is bound to be many many bugs and errors for the first people to play this. Don't hesitate to report anything that feels out of place.
  4. Hello, I'm working on a fantasy game that I'm making and I wanted to share this with you. It's basically a wetting animation for whenever the women wet themselves in game. This particular character pictured is pending, meaning that she may or may not be in the game. I'm somewhat satisfied with the result except for the puddle. Messing content is below, some in combination with wetting. I can post more pictures, since I got other if anyone wants more angles and views.
  5. Hi everyone! Its been awhile since I've posted anything in this section, but today being Christmas you all deserve a gift, and it just so happens that Christmas Eve brought alcohol. I tend to drink far too much whenever there's alcohol around, and I don't exactly handle myself well when drunk, and that brought two interesting situations last night given alcohol is a diuretic and all. So yeah, last night was Christmas Eve, and like most families, we had a get together here at home and partied a little. Gifts were exchanged, stories told, and many a drink consumed. In my case, throughout the course of the night I burned through an entire bottle of whiskey and almost a whole case of hard lemonade. Needless to say, I got pretty tipsy and stupid to the point that eventually I could barely walk and spent a lot of time laying on the floor laughing at stuff. Occasionally I managed to make it to my computer and rant in the IRC about god knows what, I can't remember, and message pretty much everyone I know to tell them they're awesome. But that's not what you're here for! I'm sure you can imagine that alcohol being a diuretic coupled with the fact that trying to walk from room to room felt like a level straight out of StarFox did not make for fun adventures to the bathroom...But yet again, my biggest enemy was once again my own terrible judgement. So, obligatory description phase. You know the basics, I'm tiny, anywhere between 5'5 and 5'9. I haven't been measured in years, but if I deliberately put it off I can give estimates like that, that make me sound taller than I actually am probably. Around 116 pounds, pale enough that I could probably blend in with the snow if we actually had any on the ground right now. Long black hair, and I'd like to think I look fairly decent when I put on my standard eyeliner and the like. This story will involve 2 outfits, but for most of the night I was wearing a black shirt that stops right above my belly button, a black and white striped buttonup overshirt (A favorite of mine) left unbuttoned, a pair of light gray jeans with a cute belt. I have a thing for cute and shiny belt buckles, in this case it was a heart. I also wore a santa hat, but that fell off at some point and went forgotten for the rest of the night. Anywho yes, I socialized, drank, drank some more, eventually devolved into being a cavewoman slurring around on the ground. It happens to me a lot. Needless to say, I eventually developed a rather pressing need to pee, but as is usually the case when I am drunk, I ignored it entirely because almost everything else in the world seems like a far more pressing matter. I recall the first time I actually noticed it as an urgent thing was when I was sitting on the floor in the living room playing my PS4 while trying to sing opera for some reason. I twisted in a certain way, and a drop fell out into my purple panties. It took me completely by surprise. I actually had to meditate on it for a second and focus on my bodily functions and was like, WELL I am certainly very desperate to pee, how did I not notice this? I stared at the stairs. Well...Kind of. My vision was swimming all over the place, so it was more like looking in the general direction of the stairs and mulling over the concept of them. Then a zombie attacked me on the game I had neglected to even look at for the last 20 seconds without pausing, and like a true drunk I COMPLETELY forgot the need I had just realized I had for perhaps the next 25 minutes before it violently reminded me I was there again. Midgame I shifted again and a dribble began. I didn't even notice it, but I began to feel warm and shifted again because it felt nice. The movement, naturally, caused me to suddenly violently spurt into my pants, the area between my legs gathering a sizable wet patch. Upon the feeling of momentary loss of control, I felt multiple things. Surprise, given I had forgotten about this, and a very sudden awareness that I could burst literally any second. The desperation I had somehow managed to ignore hit like a freight train. In that moment, it was like I had never needed to pee more. The moment I spurted I moaned VERY loudly, prompting my mother to poke in the room and give me a weird eye. I crossed my legs to hide the patch, waved at the tv and said something resembling "Zombeesh", to which she nodded in apparent understanding. It was at this point I became determined. I got to my feet somehow, and made my way up the stairs in a weird walk/crawling way, the people socializing in the kitchen next to the living room barely noticing. I dribbled more when I was going up I think. I can't say for sure, but I do remember the warmness being more apparent the more I moved. I made it to the top... ...And completely forgot why I was there and stumbled into my bedroom before sitting at the computer. I blinked a few times, typed some crap I don't remember into the IRC, and pondered my presence on the second floor of the house. I spurted badly again and suddenly remembered why...And just took it in. Being an omo enthusiast, the situation struck me and I became somewhat entranced and aroused. I felt the wet spot with my hand, which had grown into a very noticeable size. I vaguely remember humming lightly, an almost "mmm" sound and intentionally letting a few dribbles out to keep the warm lingering. I got a little TOO into it, because my back arched...Which pushed my belt and button into my abdomen. A very violent leak happened, spraying into my jeans with a hiss and I could feel my ass become very wet almost instantly. I shot forward and buried my hands between my legs with a noise probably sounding like a "Gah!" before remembering to appreciate the predicament I was in. I very obviously had to change now, very bad damage having been done. Go to bathroom. Change into pj's. Plans having been laid and focused on, I stood up...and fell right into my desk, bumping into my belly more. I propped myself up, slamming my hand on my desk and squealing as I felt my muscles start to fluctuate heavily, like my pelvic floor were teetering and about to drop any second. I kept my free hand buried between my legs as I tried to stand, tried to move, tried to hold, but it was too hard. A spray shot out. And another. I gasped and squeaked more as my pee began to warm my hand in bursts, the bursts rapidly coming closer together. My pants became damper in a larger, and larger margin each time, I could feel streams beginning to flow down my inner thighs...That's what caused the pelvic floor to quite literally drop. The moment I got my balance it just started coming off of me, and trying to clench it shut was like trying to lift a weight way too heavy for me. I yelled out a very loud cry as I felt my pee race down the insides of my legs, trailing behind me to soak my lower ass, and otherwise pour off of me to pitterpatter onto the floor. It just kept hissing, a prolonged pssssh as I constantly cried out, "AHH A-AH AAH" as if the yelling would help my now drenched hand stem the flow (It didn't.) I looked down and saw it spread across the front of my jeans, the sleeve of my overshirt also becoming warm and wet from its position between my legs. The insides and back of my legs finally became soaked to the bottom, getting eachother as well as the floor wet from my constant futile bouncing and rapidly shaking legs. A stream came off my ankle and made a small river. I bit down on my hand, realizing that all the yelling was probably a bad idea, and only let out muffled panicked mewls as I stood there unable to move, constantly gripping at my completely drenched hissing crotch and pressing my legs together, unable to keep myself from completely wetting my pants right down to the last drop. I stood there for a minute or two. Maybe more. Just taking it all in. I had many an emotion running through me at the time: fear, panic, relief, arousal, quite a bit of dizziness from alcohol if you can call that an emotion. I think I actually slapped something nonsensical into the IRC immediately afterward, something like "I peed oops." I pulled myself together enough to change into my pj's, some nice pink pj pants and an equally pink tank top, with some lighter red panties to finish off the ensemble. I stashed my wet clothes away so I could wash them the moment I had so much as a few minutes alone to throw them in the wash without their initial condition being seen, and wiped up the lake on my floor with a dirty towel I had used to shower earlier, and threw it in with the clothes. I was able to plan this much while bombed out of my mind. But my strife didn't end there! I got downstairs, and people were starting to leave. I gave goodbyes to the best of my ability, and sat down to game more (I am bad at social activities, but I was more than happy to chat games with anyone who came into the living room to investigate the zombie killing sounds of Dying Light.) Of course this only lasted as long as I could sit up. Drowsiness began to accompany the dizziness, and eventually playing the game even drunkenly was basically impossible. Mom came in and smacked me with a dish towel when I fell asleep on the floor with the controller in my hand, and I began the ridiculous process of wobbling my way back to my room. I fell right onto my mattress and that was that. Now we come into a dream. I was in some sort of place. A semi outdoor military base maybe? Something odd like that. I really needed to pee, so I looked around. Granted, I was basically alone, it seemed deserted so I could have just peed right there, but logic isn't a thing in dreams. After much desperate hobbling I ran into my 7th grade math teacher, whom I told "Miss, I really have to pee, reaaaaally badly right now, do you know where the bathroom is? Please?" And she just nodded in a teacherly way and nudged her head in a direction. I bounded over there immediately, and came face to face with a row of shower stalls, each with curtains. Not another soul to be found. For some reason I thought this was the best place, so I went in one and yanked the curtain behind me. At this point my desperation jumped to a ten, and I got that feeling like if you were sitting while desperate, and then stood up. You know, the gravity of everything in your abdomen dropping? But I was standing the whole time, which again I attribute to dream physics. Just know it made me leak. So I look down to undo the bluejeans I was wearing. It is then I discover I am wearing not one, not two, but three belts. They aren't my usual belts either with the cute buckles. Each buckle is a puzzle straight from "Keep talking and nobody explodes", if you know the game. Where my belt notches would normally be was an led timer literally built into the leather, counting down from a minute. Somehow I knew I had to get each belt undone before the timer was up. First I figured out a morse code one, the word was "pebble". The moment I unhooked it, I uncontrollably spurted into my jeans, creating a wet patch. The second belt had wires. With the wirecutter that magically appeared in my hand, I read through the manual that was on the shower wall for no reason and cut the proper wires, unhooking the buckle. I leak again, much worse this time, and let out a shriek as my inner thigh darkens down to almost the knee. The final buckle, is a word jumble. With 24 seconds left on the clock, I cannot figure out the solution for the life of me. I try to think but its almost impossible, my desperation is sooo bad, I just try to mull over words with those letters, all the while just saying to myself over and over, "I'm going to piss my pants, I'm going to piss my pants, I'm going to piss my pants..." I never did figure out the words. Right as the clock hit 1 second, the letters rearranged themselves into the words TIMES UP! The clock hit zero. My dream bladder, right on cue, feels like its contorting. Like its squeezing itself. I immediately hunch over, my hands and nails dig into my kneecaps. I cry out, yelling "Nooo don't make me pee my fucking pants please no!!" but there wasn't anything I could do about it. My bladder basically wrings itself out, and I have NO control. Its like I suddenly have the muscles of a 5 year old. I strain so hard and clench but it makes no difference, as my crotch and legs darken and shine, pee flowing out of me like a river. A loud hissing can be heard as it just runs down the back of my legs, no stopping it. My dream jeans barely contain it, and I can see several streams falling off me where the fabric is too saturated. I stare into my puddle and see my eyes. And then I wake up. The first thing I notice is that it's 3 am according to my clock. The second thing I notice is that I'm still basically hammered, because I can hardly move and the entire room is spinning like I'm about to be in the movie "Cube". The third thing I notice is that I am absolutely bursting. As in, I'm not about to burst, I already am bursting. My nether regions and ass are very warm and very damp, and I can feel the bed underneath me becoming warm. I realize that I'm wetting my cute pink pajama pants and panties, and my first reflex is to shoot right out of bed. Of course this is a terrible idea, as again, the room is spinning. I roll right out of bed and land on the floor, on my back, and for the life of me I CANNOT get up. This leads to my second accident of the night. I formulate the plan in my head. Stop the flow, stand up, go to the bathroom like a big girl. But none of those things ever happened. I'm on my back there on the floor, and I shove both hands down my bottoms and grip the outside of my now very wet panties. I let out a very sleepy and frustrated moan as I realize the impact did me in, my fingers and hands getting wetter and wetter as I leak and leak and leak. I keep groggily groaning things like "No, stop, please stop, nooo, stop peeing, I'm not peeing my pants nooo." In exactly the way you expect someone who's too drunk to know their environment would say it. I was basically on my back, and rolling from side to side like a stuck turtle, criss crossing my legs back and forth as my jammies got wetter and wetter. I try to sit up and that alone puts pressure on my bladder just enough to turn the leaks into a stream. I fall back on my back and begin whining and moaning as I clutch at my crotch from inside my pants, soaking my hands and arms, as I feel my pee seep through and pool on the floor under me, drenching my ass and making my pajama pants absolutely sopping, from pink to a red. It pools under my legs, and up under my back getting my tank top all wet too. I arch my back, moaning anxiously, hating how much I was loving the relief. Due to the arch I'm able to get a glance underneath me, and I can now hear the hissing coming from my pants, and it begins to stream straight from under my ass through the fabric onto the floor beneath it, and that sight just kills me in more ways than one. I lose ALL control and I become a human firehose, the hissing becoming so loud its almost deafening, and the sight of niagra falls and the feeling of sopping warmth when I plop back down into my puddle wakes me up and I become absolutely frantic, realizing fully that I am laying on my floor absolutely soaking myself. I start whining and panicking, my hands shooting everywhere they can grow, my eyes going wide as I keep muttering something along the lines of "no no no stop stop stop" but I just...can't. I push my hands into my crotch from the outside of my pants this time and the heat from my pee is just hot, in multiple ways of the word. I couldn't stop no matter how hard I clutched, pushed, wiggled my legs and soaking wet ass, it just poured out of me as I moaned and groaned like a panicked child. Eventually it stopped and I just laid there, in a huge puddle, just staring at the ceiling not believing I just pissed in my bed and on my floor in what were some of my favorite jammies. I actually ended up passing out there, due to the alcohol I'm assuming. I woke up later, finding I had kicked my pants halfway off in my sleep. I was soaked from almost head to toe. I threw the pants with the other clothes...I was freezing now, as the puddle had grown cold. I was feeling less drunken and a little queasy. I walked downstairs in my wet panties and tank top, knowing everyone was sound asleep and ate some lasagna while pondering whether alcohol was worth it anymore. Yes, a wetting at 3 am made me consider quitting drinking. I got back upstairs, took off the rest of my garments, grabbed my second shower in the last 24 hours, before cleaning up (again), throwing on a nightie and going back to sleep again. I had to pee again kinda by the time I got in the shower, because a whole case of hard lemonade and a quart of whiskey is a lot of liquid I assume, and I had yet to empty any of it anywhere that wasn't my clothes. So I peed in the shower to spite my dream. I peed in a shower successfully without a belt time bladder bomb. So ha. I woke up, had Christmas morning, got some sweet loot, visited family, had dinner, and had a great day overall. And first thing tomorrow morning when everyone's sleeping in, I've got a hefty, very damp load of laundry that I need to take care of. As per usual, I got away without being caught, and thinking back on it causes me to realize that it was all very hot in retrospect. Its hard to revel in it when you're panicking and trying not to do it, but looking back on it later is always rather fun. Anywho, I hope you all enjoy my latest mishap. I look forward to feedback! Feel free to leave a comment, shoot me a message, whatever <3 I hope everyone had a great day! Merry Christmas! P.S No I'm not giving up alcohol I'm basically an alcoholic I ain't kidding myself.
  6. Hi everyone! Its me again. I haven't been really writing as of late but its 2 am and I'm on a sort of tired whim, so don't blame me if this isn't as well written as my others.~ So as a lot of you may know, I'm recently into a new relationship with a lovely girl who's name I won't be giving out. Luckily, this isn't 30 years ago so I won't be beaten to death in public for dating another girl, but on the flipside of that we get ogled by everything in the vicinity whenever we're the slightest bit affectionate in public so ehhh... But anyway, she's lovely, I love her to death and I could honestly ramble on all day about how great she is, but this is very specifically not the place to do that. The important thing is she lives a bit...far off, so I don't get to see her nearly as often as I'd like to. So even though we're both kinda the stay shut in and cuddle and watch netflix/play video games all day types, whenever we get together we decide to put a little effort into at least getting up and doing SOMETHING, you know? So she decided to take me to...a club. I'd never been to one before, and she'd only been dragged by friends. She insisted it would be fun though, because where I am isn't the most densely populated place on earth, and even though neither of us are overly social she was of the mindset that if we just stayed out of the center of the action and found a spot to hang out in, we'd be fine. But juuust in case we dragged along two of my friends who WERE social to bite the conversation-leading bullet in case we were approached by any predatory club-goers (because that's what like, 50% of them are there for if I'm correct.) It is here that one of my infamous mishaps occurred, because I apparently cannot be trusted around liquid if I want to do anything. (Kidding :P) So, obligatory description bit, you know the drill. I'm too pale for comfort, my raven-black hair only exacerbating this to the point if I hear one more pale joke I'll throw up, but I actually did put a teal streak in it...I'm thinking I might dye it red at some point. Throw me in the like, 5'5-5'7 range and I haven't weighed in awhile, but under 110 (I need to eat more.) On this day, it being a hot summer day which I can't deal with because I'm Canadian and I don't like warm, I was wearing a black tank top and white tight fitting shorts, because due to the way women's clothing works, anything baggy enough for my comfort slides off my tiny frame and even though I have cute belts and stuff I don't want to wear them every single day of my life until the day I die. So we were at this club. Luckily it wasn't nearly as loud or crowded as movies make it out to be, but a secret VIP section with hot-tubs and Russian mobsters is still unknown, will investigate further. As my lovely waifu predicted, we were able to find a boothy-thing in the corner and just chill out. And as most people do at these places...We began to drink. Drink, and chat, and drink, and chat. We'd cycle through the four of us who would go get various rounds of drinks, and I'd rush my bit the most because I don't like being alone without people I know in places with strange people. So I'd go, grab the drinks, come back, and resume chatting, regardless of how some people in IRC think I don't want to chat. Eventually I began to see that my darling wifey and the other two would occasionally take a minute or two longer than expected. Upon inquiry, I found out they had been taking bathroom breaks because, well, we WERE drinking very copious amounts of fluid, and also becoming very intoxicated. It was probably due to the intoxication and the fact that I hadn't, as the kids say, "broken the seal" yet that I hadn't noticed that holy shit I need to pee. I reflexively crossed my legs and dug my nails into the side of my leg as it jumped straight to the forefront of my mind. If you ever want to know how someone can go from completely fine to desperate in a single moment, it appears alcohol and confusion are key factors. I tried to shove the worry out of my mind, as I always do, and even try to enjoy it given my enthusiasm for the subject. As you know, this usually leads to me delaying, and as such, usually leads to incidents, which in turn, usually ends up in me writing on here. Usually. But even though for once, this occurred to me, I was a little nervous to get up. I really must push the fact that while on the internet I talk and yell a lot, I have really bad social anxiety in real life and tend to keep to myself. This was a strange new environment filled with strange new people. I didn't even know where the damn bathroom was. So I just decided to deal with it for a bit, and wait until it was my turn to fetch the drinks. Everyone else made detours to the bathroom on those trips, so it must have been within reasonable detour distance from the bar. While going to the bathroom before buying drinks is an automatic action for most, given my issues, I had to plan strategically. Because you know, I'm not smart enough to do the reasonable thing and just get up and go. So one round passes. I feel the urge, and my bladder, increasing in intensity. I start to rock a little in my seat, which I attributed to the drunkenness and giddiness when asked. Another round passes. I can feel a pressure now. The urge is one thing, you know what I mean? Just signals to the brain. But an actual physical feeling of pressure is when you know things are getting serious. I snake a hand between my crossed legs whenever the other 3 in the booth are sufficiently distracted enough, while I continue to sip on my drinks because I'm an idiot, but this time I can blame my idiocy on the fact that at this point I was full on drunk. And so, I got drunker and drunker as said events went on. I would be a black belt in drunken fist by the end of this night. Round 3, I'm basically dying. My girlfriend can tell somethings wrong and she asks if I'm sick because I'm just there, obviously sweating, legs crossed and rocking, but I just say my stomach is unsettled and I need to walk a bit, and then put on an act pretending I was just then having the idea to fetch the next round to kill two birds with one stone! I stand up....and nearly fall over. Right. The alcohol. I walk in the direction of the bar, if you could call it walking. I hobble, legs kind of together, holding myself whenever I'm in a spot people wouldn't be paying attention to, and I frantically look around somewhere, anywhere for a bathroom. I spot one off to the right of the bar, and I immediately head inside. The sight of the queues make my stomach drop, and I feel myself dribble into my underwear from the momentary shock. Upon seeing that multiple of the women have noted my presence, I decide I don't want the attention and slip back out of the door, and lean against the wall before holding myself a bit, focusing on stopping the dribble. I succeeded though, very luckily, and I checked myself expertly like I had done so many times before in my life. Fortunately my shorts were dry, though I could definitely feel the dampness in my underwear. I won't lie, I started to panic a little, but I told myself I could wait for the queues to disperse; if everyone I was with had been able to go earlier and not be too long, this must've just been a busy time. But I also had to pick up the drinks! So like the dutiful person I am, I did so and brought them back. I did the smart thing and tried to act natural, while avoiding touching my drink...which my girlfriend took note of but I insisted I was fine. That was a total lie of course; I'm certain my shaking was probably visible. Regardless nobody questioned it, probably being too smashed to actually think logic based thoughts or observe anything off. I sat there, wondering how long it would take 10 or 12 women to go through 4 stalls..and I sat. And I wondered. And I leaked. And I...what? My thoughts snapped back to my throbbing bladder and I realized my control was beginning to slip. I shoved my hand between my legs trying to stop it and control myself, but the sudden movement just caused me to spurt instead, and I could feel the warmth against my fingertips. I clutched, hard, feeling the white fabric go damp against my crotch. And the warmth came forth again. And again. And I began to panic as I realized I was slowly beginning to pee in my shorts right there in the booth. Luckily, given I had gotten up earlier, I was on the outside of the seat. I took off without another word. I do not recall if I heard anyone call after me, but I know nobody immediately followed. I hobbled past, dribbling once or twice more into my shorts before I found a spot to once again, feel and check...and my crotch was very, very damp. I began panicking even more, and even MORE when I looked towards the only bathroom I knew of and saw the queue had not shrunk, but grown! This is when my usual mindset came into place. Hyper focus. Point of no return, what was to be done? Where else might a bathroom be? Just the thought of that made me dribble more. I wouldn't be surprised if some hit the floor, but given my hidden away position near a wall, towards a corner, in a low-light environment such as this, nobody saw my situation from what I could see; in fact I didn't see a single person look in my direction. Most people were drunk and on the dance floor lost in their on little worlds. That's when for whatever reason, I figured that a bathroom might be near the entrance, and without a second thought that's where I headed. Naturally I got there and there was none in sight...And I no longer had time to look around, I realized, as I leaned against a wall, a wave of pure need to release just washing over me...I felt my crotch go warm, and some urine run down my thigh. I saw a drop hit the floor and I ran. I ran out the entrance, and made a break for the south side of a building...It was facing a hill, was dark, and opposite the side that had the parking lot. Nobody was there, and but a single light that I stood under, my head against the side of the building as I drunkenly tried to undo my button on my shorts. And I tried. And I tried. It only got harder as I had to suddenly shove my hand into the crotch of my shorts, the need to release hitting me like a truck once again. My head against the wall was the only thing holding me up..And I couldn't undo that damn button, even as I started losing control. Now that I was in the light, I could see the damp spot on my shorts suddenly and violently expand from beneath my hand, a hand that was instantly warm and soaked. I slammed my legs together, frantically rubbing them together and bouncing while applying pressure with my hand, trying to stop the flow as I loudly moaned in a mixture of desperate, frantic despair and ever-needed relief. I managed to slow it, but not stop it, just as I got the button unstuck. Very ironically, the sudden expansion of bladder space was like a trigger, and I immediately, full on, burst. Let me tell you, like a glass tipping over. I didn't think to try yanking my shorts down, I immediately stuck my free hand between my legs with the other, as I felt my pee shoot out of me, soaking both my hands as I felt pee spread all across the front of my shorts (likely due to the position of my hands) and all around my ass began to feel warm as well, urine cascading down my legs onto the ground, as I just moaned in...I don't even know what anymore, just all the sensations were too much and I couldn't stay silent. As always, I fought to the bitter end, constantly bouncing and jiggling and making what were probably way too erotic noises, as I threw my legs into every damn position I could, trying to repair a dam that had already collapsed from its cracks. Leave it to me to fight a long since lost battle, obvious given the state of my clothes and the puddle on the ground, like I would if I still hadn't lost a drop. But eventually, I was standing there in soaked shorts, with soaked legs, empty, and to be honest, exhausted. I did a long loop around the building and back to the lot where we kept the car, staying on the outer edges to avoid the light. Once I reached the car, I got my really big hoodie out of the passenger side and tied it around my waist, and just kinda leaned against the car for a bit. I think I could have honestly fallen asleep standing up against the car, because you know, liquor, before I was suddenly woken up by my girlfriend, who had come looking for me out there when she couldn't find me inside. She asked me if I was okay, etc, which was perfectly fine other than the fact that she had an arm on the car on each side of me and was reaaal close to my face. Upon getting confirmation I was okay, her lips were immediately on mine, and I was about to be equally as receiving given even I realize that alcohol = friskiness, but I also realized that I couldn't let her touch the bottom half of me right now under any circumstance, so I suddenly feigned ill (again) and asked if she'd fetch the other two because I just wanted to go home and watch a movie. She agreed that we'd been out awhile anyway, and very determinedly and dutifully set off to do so (god she's awesome) and I just sat in the passenger seat, on my sweater that was still tied to me...and I dozed off. When I woke up we were back home, and first moment I could I ran up and changed, throwing my clothes (and sweater) into the laundry as I put on my pajamas. My memory is hazy due to the buzz of the night, but I'm PRETTY sure I got off scot-free, as I tend to. Before anyone asks, none of us drove; There was a friend down the street, visiting another friend, who lived in an apartment a few buildings down from the club. She was just waiting on a phone call. Anyway, that's my story! Did you like it? Tell me what you liked and didn't like, I'm always looking to improve, even when I'm lazily writing at what is now 4:30 am (procrastination and stuff made the writing of this take 2 and a half hours holy shit -.-) As always, I love you all, you're amazing :) Feel free to leave various responses or even shoot a message my way! I really hope my writing continues to be well received. ^^~ OTHER TALES OF KOZMOFOX: Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas. Wet myself outside of the bathroom Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! Wet myself at the University (Oh my god I don't remember embedded links taking up so much space LOL: got rid of the embeds for less scrolling) Various edits because every time I look over this I find a minor error
  7. Hi everyone! It is me, KozmoFox :) and this is the result of the fourth Kozmo-Lotto! (I know I tagged them near the bottom, but special thanks to @JustCallum, @Pache, and @Rainyday for making this happen and helping me through it all. Best support team.) This is something a lot have you have been waiting for, and for certain people you might have been waiting even longer than that. This...I honestly don't think this lotto will ever be topped by anything I ever do again. For starters, a reminder to everyone what this Kozmo-Lotto request was. The winner, Rainyday, put a lot of thought into it, so its taken awhile. But eventually it was decreed that I would go somewhere semi-public (Like most lotto's so far) and I would fill up on liquids and get really desperate. At which point, there was a total of 11 emails in my inbox, numbered 1 to 10, plus a bonus. In each email there was a challenge, and I was not allowed to peek or look in any email until it was time to do that challenge. When I opened an email, I would be allowed to open the next email 10 minutes after the previous, unless of course, the challenge inside took longer than 10 minutes, at which point I would be allowed to open the next one after the challenge was finished. I don't want to spoil too much in advance, but this was by far the most intense hold I've ever done. It was the most intense challenge I will ever do. I used to take it as a point of pride that I could get away with anything, like an omorashi ninja. Not today. Today people saw sides of me in public that I intend to likely never show again. Multiple times. I ran the omorashi gauntlet like a fuckin' champion today, and I challenge anyone to do what I just did for this site...mainly so I can read it, because I think this is going to make one HELL of an experience story. This may be my magnum opus. I'm also not going to show my face in that mall for at least like, 2 months. (Before you panic your moral radar, anything I may or may not have done, I cleaned up. I ran the gauntlet like a hero, but also like a responsible hero.) Our story begins with our dear small Kozmo pulling herself out of bed. Chatted with some friends, did some things, and then she went back to bed. Upon waking up, she got herself ready. OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE: You all know damn well what I look like by now. I weigh like 100 pounds, I'm somewhere in the center between 5ft and 6ft, I'm so pale that when I walk outside this time of year I give people snow blindness. Long, dark brown almost black hair. Used to be entirely black, but I change it up! I honestly should have auditioned for the new Ring movie. I have multiple tattoos on my arms, chest, and a foot. Stud piercing in nose, and like most gals my age (21), I like my earrings. I'm lucky enough to not have any acne on the go right now, so not to brag overly much but I like to think I'm pretty pristine! At least I'm told so by people that know me, even a few on here! Sometimes I have freckles but today was not that day, I think freckles are like seasonal or something but I've never actually cared enough to think about it until now. But even when they're kinda there, makeup can make them far less obvious when I don't feel freckly. Today I had a very specific attire that I like to think of as a weird mix between moe and punk rock. It shouldn't be hard to tell what I picked, and what Rainyday picked. Grey beanie hat, low twintails in my hair, a pretty black choker around my neck, and some small snowflake earrings. Plaid miniskirt (Think Maka from Soul Eater), black knee-socks. Jean jacket, unbuttoned, Punisher T-shirt on underneath. Top that off with cute fuzzy black boots and a surprisingly girly pair of pink panties and a matching bra. Take note of that in particular for reasons you will see later. I also had a backpack with various things, such as spare clothes and the like. IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP, SCROLL DOWN TO WHERE THE CHALLENGES BEGIN. IF YOU DO CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP AND THINGS I DRANK AT THE MALL AND ALL THAT TOMFOOLERY JUST KEEP GOING. So I get up, I get ready, I make my way to the mall. I will note at this point that around Christmas I got a phone like a proper young adult, and on it I have IRCCloud, so I was able to keep chatting with my Omo.org friends through this whole ordeal, and they provided lots of encouragement. Rainyday was also present, so I was able to discuss challenges with them as I progressed, and eventually start to yell at them when the challenges got cruel. I am a salty person. I take my place at the food court, and start loading up. I had two large teas, but around the time I had my second tea, my friend who works at a local coffee joint brought me some Burger King! (They were on break.) So on top of two large teas, I also got a large coke with a Whopper :D. After all that I sat on my phone chatting with my crew and waited for all the liquid to process. And waited. And waited. And got impatient and pulled a mug from my backpack. This mug is essentially a mason jar with a handle attached, I got it as an extra with a case of beer once! I go to the drinking fountain and I fill up the mug to the brim, and down it. I fill it halfway, and down it again. I fill it up completely once more and start sipping away at it. By the time that's done, I'm at 2 large teas, a large coke, and 2 tall mugs and a half of water. If I wasn't feeling it before then, I was now! The pressure was building, and building fast. Eventually I stood up to fill the mug once more, and gravity hit me like a truck; I could feel each step I took to the fountain jolting into the ache of my bladder. It was not long after this that Rainyday decreed it was time to begin. As I get to each challenge in this story, I will paste the instructions I was given for complete context. I opened the first email in my inbox, and got to reading. FOR ANYONE WHO DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ALL OF THE ABOVE, THE CHALLENGES START HERE!!!! REITERATION OF THE RULES OF THE OMORASHI GAUNTLET (Or as Rainyday likes to call it, "The Alliance Challenge"): I had to be in public view and not hiding, except when the challenge dictated otherwise. I always had to be where I could be seen. This is a rule I'm not normally a fan of, but considering there was a lot of drama in the lotto thread for this particular lotto, I wanted this to be something special to make up for it. I had to bring spare change and a spare pair of underwear with me. You'll see why. If I begin to lose control, I must try to stop to the bitter end. I do not fail until I A) Give up and cave to my desperation and completely empty myself, or B) I lose control so badly that I cannot gain it back, wetting myself completely to the point I'm empty or there's nothing left in me of even remote note. If I gush out and leave a small puddle but regain control, I keep going; I'd drink enough to replace it anyway. If I skipped a challenge, I'd drink a bunch more water and have to wait more before the next challenge as punishment. And if I completed all of the challenges: "You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time." =====CHALLENGE ONE (6:01 PM) "The first challenge is a bit of a warmup. If this isn't difficult at all, then maybe you're not desperate enough, and should wait a bit more and try it again later. Go to the most populated area, and stand somewhere there for five minutes. Your hands either have to be on your phone or tablet, or behind your back, and you have to move your legs as little as possible. Also, if there's a fountain in the mall, go there to do this. Hopefully this will let you figure out if you're desperate enough to start or not." This was a good start. I needed to pee pretty badly, and this told me I was at the perfect starting point. I'd occasionally type away on my phone, or stare at the ceiling or something to try and forget my aching need. By the end of it, it was extremely hard to stay still, and I ended up rocking back and forth on my heels, feeling my skirt sway and create an air current on my bare, dry legs...These legs would be the opposite of dry well before I was done these challenges. I still had my mug of water on me, just keep this in mind. Its easy to forget I have it, so for your convenience know that when I did challenges that required, well, anything, I'd find a place to put it down (Until it was consumed, then the mug goes back in the backpack.) Nobody was taking real notice of me at this point. I sat back down, and went back to talking to my minor audience, (Which included Rainyday). I realized that I had probably drank far too much, far too fast; my bladder was filling at mach 5 and I knew I'd easily be dangerously desperate to pee by challenge 3 or 4. I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to get to challenge 5, half way there, without being a leaky shaky desperate mess in the middle of the mall. I was not wrong.. I started this challenge at exactly 6:01 PM. This marks the starting point of the gauntlet. ====CHALLENGE TWO (6:11 PM) "A fashion challenge. Go into a clothes shop you like, and pick out a nice outfit, at least made of one top and bottom. Try it on in the changing room. Take a picture of yourself in your outfit if you want, you don't have to send it to anyone. After that, you can change back into your normal clothes, and be on your way. " Its a wonder what ten minutes can do to a person. At this point I was getting to the shaky kind of desperate need, I was starting to typo and my legs were beginning to jiggle. Luckily for me, this didn't take too long, as I was next to a clothing store that I'm familiar with, containing a number of articles of clothing I had been looking at during previous visits. I sped through the store, grabbing them, picking a nice very light pink top that kind of fell off the shoulders and had a cat on the front, as well as a pair of black jeans with fake rips in them. I tried them on, and the jeans were...tight. The pressure wasn't helping at all and I very nearly dribbled in them. I managed to hold on though, avoiding disaster, and after I confirmed I did in fact like how I looked in them despite my abdomen that was beginning to bulge, I changed back as fast as I could and got back out front just as my ten minute mark hit. I was beginning to sweat, the build up had been ridiculous and let me tell you, I needed to fucking PEE. I was positive I was not going to finish the run of challenges without disaster, and I was trembling as well as just kind of absentmindedly kneading at the sides of my skirt like mad. This ridiculously increased need to pee made the next challenge hell. =====CHALLENGE THREE (6:21 PM) "We're still in the area of light challenges. This challenge has two parts, you might not be able to do the first depending on what's at the mall. 1- Go into a shop, restaurant or other facility that has its own bathroom. Ask the staff if you can use it. Of course, you won't actually use it, but you'll probably want to stay in there long enough for them not to get suspicious. You can leave after that. If you're turned away, try twice more, and if you get rejected all three times, well, that's that. 2- Similar in theme, go to a shop or stand with a manned counter and buy a drink from them. Of course, you'll have to finish this as well, but you can pace it over the break and the next challenge. " This was torture at its finest. I walked into this shop, almost like an in-mall convenience store. Not going to name stores and things because I like my location anonymity. I hobble up to the counter, shaky desperate and knock-kneed, and ask this poor cashier if I can use the washroom in here. He legitimately did not seem to know what to do, it took him a solid few seconds. I assume he was going to give me directions to the malls public washrooms, but just how fucking desperate I looked (and was!) must have changed his mind, because he very stutterily allowed me into the employee bathroom. I got in there, shut the door behind me, and stared at the toilet. I couldn't sit down, I couldn't finally pee and have my relief, I had to just look at it. I almost completely lost it and pissed myself right there from the psychological torture. I cannot express how much this was killing me. I tried to at the time though! Here's an excerpt of what I was saying to Rainyday at the time: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Im staring at a toilet abd its fuxking killing me 6:25 PM WHEN CAN I LEAVE I think my statements in chat at the time speak for themselves. I had a hand buried in my crotch, bunching up my miniskirt and pressing into me, moaning and whining at myself and willing me to just please don't fucking pee yourself like this. Eventually I did leave. Rainyday was gracious enough to allow me to not buy another drink, given I was still carrying around a big mug of water. I did browse the drinks in the same shop after I thanked the cashier for his kindness to give that part of the challenge more credence though. On another note: Rainyday is literally satan. =====CHALLENGE FOUR (6:32 PM) "I thought I'd fit this in sooner rather than later, because of how long it might take. It's the arcade challenge! Head to the arcade and play a round of the hurricane simulator, and then the chair ride. I'm not sure what difficulty levels they have, but go for whatever's hard without being impossible. After those two, of course it's time for your specialty, DDR. One game of each is fine, or however many plays your money gets you." I would like to reiterate, Rainyday is SATAN. You might have seen me say once or twice around site that there's a few people in these parts who know my name, face, where I live, etc. Rainyday is one of these people, and the fact that Rainy won lotto means we got to go in depths with specifics, like Rainyday knowing what the mall in question has and unfortunately knowing the games I'm good at. This is where the first leakage occurred. The hurricane simulators are nothing special, I wager most of you have seen one. You put in some money, stand in the gigantic capsule, and it starts simulating hurricane winds. It almost ruined my twintails...but it was fun. The wind was cold on my skin which didn't make holding any easier, but luckily I got to just stand there. A few bystanders took notice but mainly didn't care. When I knew for a fact nobody was looking into the capsule I'd cross my legs and hunch the fuck over, occasionally gripping at myself because, you know, verge of wetting myself and all that. My bladder was like a goddamn boulder weighing down my entire lower body pressing on my...you know...wanting out. These winds could not budge this boulder. I also had to grip at my miniskirt constantly for very obvious wind-related reasons. Next up was the chair ride. To elaborate, this is also a simulator. It has like a screen and fans, it blows on your face and the seat itself vibrates, moves, etc. in line with the simulation on screen. In this case, I was virtually on a rollercoaster. Sitting down helped at first, but the vibration sooooorely did not. Luckily this machine is relatively secluded, so I got to stuff both my hands between my legs while the machine made my bladder absolutely suicidal. I'm not sure if I have said this enough or not, but goddammit I needed to PEE. The machine did its job. As I started to hobble over to the DDR machine (Not actually DDR, one of the generic rip offs that is actually just the exact same thing), in the middle of this arcade filled with people, I jolted mid-hobble. To try and describe what happened, it felt like my pelvic floor suddenly steeled itself... My entire body stretched and lurched forward from the sudden tightness in my bladder and below it, and at the height of this, as my legs were knocking together and my body fell forward, my panties got extremely warm extremely fast. Some pee spilled down my thighs, coating my legs and getting on my kneesocks, a fair number of drops pattering on the floor underneath me. In an INSTANT I dropped to a knee, pretending to pick at my boot. The initial impulse was to pretend I was tying my shoe, but my boots have no fucking laces to I had to fake fiddle with the side zipper like a moron. Some dude across the arcade gave me a funny look and I tried to ignore him. Out of my jacket pocket I fished my saving grace: Burger King napkins from earlier! I'm not going to leave a mess behind uncleaned. I wiped it up and stood back up, panting heavily. I was trying so hard to hang on and I had already started losing it. AND I had to go play DDR! DDR was torture. Every step felt like a punch to the bladder and I won't lie, I dribbled a couple of more times while playing it. (I napkinned up after I was done.) But! I managed to finish the song without completely losing control and wetting myself! With a 95% accuracy rating on hardest difficulty, might I add. I'm really good at rhythm games, trivia for you. I normally have no trouble acing this particular song, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy, but certain dribbles soaking my panties and coating my inner thighs caused a fuckup or ten. I got out of the arcade not unscathed, but still ready to continue. Barely. I could feel everything in my bladder about to spill out all over me like niagra falls, getting that sensation where its like you're carrying something heavy and your arms getting tired, but you're only halfway from the car to the house. I was convinced I had no hope. But KozmoFox ain't no quitter. You guys might like the next one! =====CHALLENGE FIVE (6:49 PM) "After that exciting last challenge, here's a calmer one. Type a detailed description (at least 100 words) describing the desperation you're feeling right now. Include this description later in your story, word for word, without correcting any typos. (Maybe if you did something weird and typed up information you don't want shared, you can censor that)." This is self explanatory. I plopped myself on a bench and started pattering away on my phone, on which I have autocorrecty things turned off. Having to describe this made me leak, and I felt it seep out of me and into the back of my skirt in a solid dribble. I almost fucking lost it and completely pissed myself right there typing this. It was utter agony. Here you go, straight from the chat!: "so fucking rainyday is making me write up a fuckin thing on how badly i need to go for this challenge so litsten the fuck up folks let me tell you gravity is fucking KILLING ME i can gfeel it pulsing trying ti get its way out, some of it already has, im extremely damp under this skirt and i have to type this up in puvblic like nothings wrong and just thinking about it is killing me. i just leaked again. i cant stop shaking. i grab at myself whenever i think nobodys looking. im sweating. i cant hold it much longer i sont think but im going to fo my fucking best becuse kozmofox aint no fucking wquitter you heat me" Every bit of that was true and straight from the heart. I was slowly leaking for most of that. Do you know how agonizing it is to be slowly wetting yourself and trying to hold it in, whilst typing up a summary of just how badly you need to go? This did not go unnoticed. I had my legs crossed tight, my jaw clenched, ghostly pale and sweating and fucking bouncing and wiggling and kneading at my legs whenever I wasn't typing, it was not remotely hidden to anyone who looked in my direction. Extremely embarrassing but again...I ain't no quitter. =====CHALLENGE SIX (6:52 PM, was allowed to open early as arcade predictably took longer than 10 minutes.) "We're past the halfway mark. Do you feel you can make it for the next stretch? Fortunately, this one will let you recharge, in a way. Go into the toilet and relieve yourself somehow and let it out for exactly five seconds. After five seconds, do everything you can to stop, no matter what. Maybe this will take some of the pressure off -Bonus: If you relieve yourself somewhere that /isn't/ a toilet, then you can cut five minutes out of the time before you can open the next challenge." I did not even remotely hesitate to take advantage of that bonus. I locked my eyes on the first bathroom I saw, and jogged straight in, hands stuffed between my legs. At this point I wasn't attempting to hide my extreme desperation from the public eye, it was do everything I could to hold it, or I'd completely wet myself dead center of a mall. To my luck, and as I found out afterward, semi cheating, it was a single bathroom. One toilet, not the kind with stalls, just a one person bathroom. Rainyday considered this a mild violation of the rules, as it was not exactly a public area, unlike a stalled bathroom. Rainy understood why I misconstrued that though, especially as earlier one of the challenges almost specifically demanded a private bathroom (Asking to use a staff one) so they let it go. And so did I. This is possibly the least graceful moment of my life. I climbed up onto the sink counter in an absolute, extremely desperate fever, crawling on my hands and knees until I was over the sink. I was positioned like a fucking dog and panting like one too, my beanie fell right off my head. I barely moved my skirt slightly out of the way before I started GUSHING through my panties. Like this was beyond a torrent, I didn't care that I was pissing myself straight through my panties, I needed to get as much out of me into that sink in five seconds as I possibly could. My moans of relief echoed in that tiny bathroom and it felt so good I couldn't even bring myself to feel shame for how this was. It felt orgasmic. Foooor five seconds. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Clamped off. I whined as I shoved my hand into my underwear, doing my best to just STOP PEEING. I spurted twice more, soaking my hand and sleeve, but I stopped. It was so good. I still REALLY needed to pee, but for the moment, I was out of the immediate danger zone. I left the bathroom and walked back to the bench where I left my mug full of water. Yeah remember that? Still a thing. I was still desperate beyond belief, my hands and underwear and even my skirt to a degree were very wet, but I wasn't going anywhere yet. I still had much more to do, and that taste of relief really had me thinking I could pull it off. =====CHALLENGE SEVEN (6:57, got to open it early for completing the bonus!) "Another interaction challenge! You need to have... a tourist mindset? A snapchat one? Basically, ask a passerby to take your picture. I'm not sure whether there's anything in the mall that's worth getting your picture taken in front of, but say it's for a friend, if they ask. Which is the truth, isn't it? If you can't come up with any possible excuse to have someone take a picture or two of you, then ask them for directions to somewhere complicated or far instead. " This one might have been the single easiest. I had just gotten immense relief so I was able to pull it off without being a shaking desperate wet mess! Well...I was wet but this lady could not tell. I smiled, I asked her for two pictures in front of the Valentines display that was still up. She looked to be a soccer mom of sorts, she said she's always wanted someone to ask her to take their picture like this. I handed her my phone, and took my position. Hardest bit was standing completely still, but it was only for a few minutes while she snapped the shots. I just held my hands behind my back, leaned to the side in a cute way, and smiled. Snap snap! Pics taken! This didn't even remotely take 10 minutes, so I just sat back down on a new, different bench, and waited. It should also be noted that this is the period where Rainyday had me drink that mug of water. With my kidneys on overdrive, liquids still cycling through my system, and a new tall glass of water added to the mix, my relief was very short lived. =====CHALLENGE EIGHT (7:07 PM) "Remember the spare pair of underwear I asked you to bring? Go into the bathroom and enter a stall. In the stall, change your underwear to the other pair. Leave the stall and go on your way. Not too hard, hopefully? PS: @Pache says hi. " This also took zero time, but it reintroduced the toilet torture psychology. Given the kidney overdrive had a solid 10 minutes to re-introduce a whole lot of liquid to my bladder, and my bladder and sphincter muscles were just about DEAD, this was the beginning of the end for me. I could barely hold on, period, full stop. Perhaps the volume of pee I was holding in now was less than before, maybe it was more. Point is, I could not reliably hold it anymore, and I found this out when changing my panties of all things. I took my all but destroyed pink panties off and took a look at them. They were dark and saturated entirely from front to back. I placed them in a plastic bag and put them in my backpack. Remember the arcade? Same deal. My pelvic floor screamed at me, my lower body locked up, I fell forward, leaning against the wall and spurted heavily. Given I was wearing no panties it was unimpeded, and shot out, colliding with my thigh and tearing a path down my leg, giving my kneesock a decent soak. I shoved my hand down and kneaded into myself only for another spurt to collide with my hand, causing it to spray in multiple directions and coat my legs. I stayed in that position for a solid 15 seconds before I had decided I had enough control of myself to continue. I put on a fresh pair of grey panties, before taking some toilet paper and wiping the results of my miniature wetting off the floor...Only for me to leak a bunch again when I bent over to do so. The fresh grey panties were only fresh for maybe 10 seconds before I felt the warmness gathering in my underwear and gushed another spurt through them onto the back of my legs and down into my boots. They darkened and were saturated immediately, and not much better off than my original pair. I figured I had just had 3 big leaks in under a minute...that was okay in a bathroom stall, but the public eye? I was mortified that I wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore, but I was so close to finishing the gauntlet....So I went for it. Unfortunately, I was even more desperate to pee than I had been before the 5 second pee challenge. To quote me: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa i neeed rto fucking pee 7:13 PM so fucking bad 7:13 PM its builty back up 7:13 PM and im grtting tired dowen trhereeeee So you know, I was literally on the verge of wetting myself like the damp little girl I already was, smack dab in the middle of a public mall on a friday night. All I could think was....Fuck. =====CHALLENGE NINE (7:17 PM) "Now time for the second plot device: the coins. Count how many you have so you can remember. Then go to a populated area and 'accidentally' drop them all from torso height. Pick them all back up. No rush." The ten minute wait for this challenge killed me by the way. I was literally sitting on a bench (per the norm) with my legs crossed tightly, a hand stuffed between my legs, bouncing like a MADWOMAN and shaking and sweating, glaring at anyone who DARED look at me, goddammit haven't you ever seen someone need to pee before?! Move along!! •KozmoFox> uwaaa i cant stop fucking bouncing on this benhc 7:16 PM people are looking at me 7:16 PM fuck 7:16 PM look away cunts 7:16 PM im just hyper 7:16 PM thats totally it 7:16 PM hyper 7:16 PM 7:16 PM 7:16 PM lets fucking go 7:17 PM IRS TIME 7:17 PM NEXT 7:17 PM AAAAAAA I stood up from that bench, gravity hit me, and for like the 100th time that night, I nearly wet myself completely on the spot. I legitimately buckled and nearly lost it. But I didn't, I just kept my hand between my legs, pressing on my crotch for dear life despite the numerous people around who could obviously see it, and hobbled on. Remember when I said I had to bring spare change as part of the rules? That came into play here. I was terrified, but I wasn't there to cheat, so I went and found the most populated nearby area I could find; an intersection sort of area between a bunch of very popular stores. There was tons of people milling about everywhere. And like a good little Kozmo, I did what I was told! You have no idea how happy I was that nobody tried to help me. I've never been more thankful for uncaring people in my entire life. It was hard to think about much else, as I was literally about to pee myself. I could feel my lower torso about to burst and the need to pee, the need to just give in and let it all flow out right there was so intense I almost actually did it, despite being surrounded by easily like, 60 people. And so I squatted to begin picking up my coins as fast as I possibly could. It really sucked, as I'm a person who carries a LOT of pocket change. The squatting pretty well squashed my bladder, and I discovered it didn't like that. I felt my panties grow warm and wet from their cold and damp state, and a BIG leak came out of me with a PSSHHH. I was picking up nickels and dimes frantically now, trying to get it over with so I could just stand up and get myself back under control. I managed to stop, but it started again almost as fast as it ended. I was slowly wetting myself in that position where everyone could see me. I knew my backpack was dipping down so nobody could see from behind, but if someone cared to stop and look right underneath me they would see the beginnings of a puddle starting to form. The second I picked up the last dime I just took the entire huge wad of napkins from my pocket, wiped it up, and plopped back on another nearby bench. (Malls have lots of benches) Now I was in a position, on this bench, where I was the most desperate to pee I've ever been in my entire life. My muscles were dead. I couldn't hold it. I COULDN'T hold it. I'm positive my constant leaking was the only thing stopping me from fully exploding, giving me just enough leeway to maintain the basest of my integrity just a biiit longer. The wait for the final challenge was the worst. It was agony. I was rocking back and forth, hand pressed HARD between my legs, when I wasn't typing I was literally like, slamming my fist off my thigh. My skirt was wet, front and back, if I stood up it would have been quite visibly so. I could feel the sweat from the sheer effort of holding all this pee beading at my chin. Some people looked very concerned, probably confused as there was a bathroom RIGHT THERE, but I paid them no attention. I could not. I could not afford to do anything but hold it in, and look at my phone. Anything else and I would pee myself, all over the bench in an INSTANT, and I knew it. I was the strangest mix of mortified and determined I've ever been in my entire life. Just a sneak peek as to my state of mind in chat. back of skirt is wet 7:22 PM i have 7:22 PM to fucking 7:22 PM pee 7:22 PM i cant stop like 7:22 PM slamming fist off my upper legg 7:22 PM when not typing 7:22 PM i cant stay still 7:22 PM i NEED 7:22 PM J< 7:22 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa to grp 7:22 PM to hold 7:22 PM i might not making it 7:22 PM to final challenge 7:22 PM im like opn the fucking brink of about tp piss myself 7:22 PM J So yeah, as far as I knew, this was the absolute end. =====CHALLENGE TEN (7:27 PM) "Final challenge! This isn't actually anything too exciting, I tried to arrange the challenges in a good paced order and this just ended up being left over. Go into the bathroom and use the sink to wash your hands for two minutes. You don't need to repeatedly soap them, but you have to keep them in the sink, under running water. If you leak at all during this challenge, you have to stop and leave the bathroom immediately, wait two minutes, and try again. If you leak the second time, then I guess that's this specific challenge failed. But maybe if you've lasted this long without anything worse happening, you could go for the final stretch Remember the passage from the starting rules: You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time. Also, once you've made it to wherever you want to go, before you relieve yourself, there's one last bonus challenge to read and try. Open it when you get there." This following challenge might have been the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. We all know at this point I'm desperate, I'm sweaty and fidgety and whimpery and reaaally soaked. I've leaked at this point more times than I can count, and my skirt/panties/knee socks/boots are suffering DEARLY for it. Honestly, if I were wearing pants, it could have been considered a major accident at the arcade, it would have been extremely visible. At least wearing a skirt and these particular colors it was less obvious. Well, not any more. The front and back are drenched at this point, even this second pair of underwear is beyond saving, and my very visible bare legs are covered in glistening streaks down to my significantly damn knee socks, and I'm sitting there slowly dribbling and leaking more and more into my panties and skirt praying none is getting out to hit the floor. And even after all that, at this moment, I'm more desperate than I have been in my entire life. One more challenge. <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leakage is happengin 7:24 PM i can feel iyt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa i dont dare look down to see if any is escapeing skirt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa fucfccckkk 7:24 PM i have a hdn buried btween my legs and theres people just glangince at me while they walk bu 7:24 PM i cant stop wiggling I get up off my bench and try to bolt to the bathroom. Nice try, me. Easily the biggest leak yet. Almost worthy of being called a full on accident. In that instant, my bladder completely gave out for a single moment. I felt a rush of pee spray out of me and into my underwear, ignoring the obstacle as if it weren't there. It gushed straight down my leg like a tidal wave, you know the kind. Its clinging to your leg but the torrent almost looks like it wants to break off? It streamed right across the back of my leg, tearing a line of heat down my sock and I felt under my foot inside my boot get a bit squishy. I barely got it back under wraps. I HEARD it splatter onto the ground, it was near deafening. I didn't dare turn back. I told myself I'd clean it up in a moment, I couldn't bear to see if anyone had seen. As my hand was in its near permanent position between my legs when I had my mid-stride accident, the front of my skirt that was stuffed there was soaked beyond repair. My giant stain of shame was there for the world to see, although I knew that through the course of the evening, the back was likely far, FAR worse. And so, I attempted the challenge. I started washing my hands, as my legs jiggled and danced, wet and cold as they were. I was going good for a solid 30 seconds when a girl exited a stall and started washing her hands too. Didn't take long for her to look at me. I stared back like a deer in the headlights. "Are....Are you okay?" I nodded as frantically as I could, hands still in the water. I maintained eyecontact with her as the warm water started fucking me over. I started peeing myself, quite badly, all while nodding at her. I just couldn't hold it. I removed my hands from under the water and felt a torrent drench my panties and thighs as it started soaking my socks. She didn't look down, so I'm not sure if she saw the puddle rapidly forming at my feet, but she quickly left. The second the door shut I fell to my knees, stuffed my hands and skirt between my legs, further drenching the skirt but managing to stop the flow. It was bad, but remember the rules. I got it under control, it wasn't a whole lot when compared to the absolute ocean about to explode my bladder, so I was still in the game. Even my jean sleeves were dark at the cuffs, it was humiliating. But I wasn't done yet. I hadn't lost. I could finish the gauntlet. I took some paper towel and cleaned my puddle. I took more, went back out into the mall, got on my hands and knees, and cleaned up my other puddle. I told passerbys I had spilled water, even though there was an old lady across the way that was there beforehand, eying me suspiciously. I leaked more while I was on my hands and knees there, tiny trails streaming down my inner thighs around sensitive areas...I just couldn't reliably hold it, I was that desperate. I was in control one moment, absolutely not the next. I managed to clean everything up, and went back in the bathroom for attempt two. 2 agonizing minutes of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced. My bladder was screaming at me with all the fury of the seven hells to just piss all over the floor where I was standing and just give it some goddamn relief. But I couldn't. I was so close. The entire time, I stared myself in the mirror just muttering. "Don't pee. Don't pee. Don'-- Don't you dare fucking pee." I think someone came in and took a stall at some point. I didn't care. Finishing this challenge was all I cared about. And you know what? I did it. I did it and I almost cried and I immediately messaged Rainyday asking if I was allowed to pee. Guess what? Nope! Remember the rule? I had to go to the parking lot or somewhere else outside. Only then could I relieve myself. I hobbled to the nearest exit, leaking the whole way. Every step I'd spurt a little. I just could not hold it. I was no longer in complete control and I was not getting complete control back. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. You're probably imagining this in a slow dramatic fashion but it was more like 3 steps a second with little bits of pee shooting out of me every go. I was frothing at the mouth. My face felt hot and blushy, my blood racing and rushing, I was drooling and sputtering and moaning and groaning I was just so close and I didn't care who saw. I was a wet desperate mess of a human being, constantly peeing just a little against my own control. My boots squishing every step. I took careful measures to not leave a trail, making sure if my panties and skirt didn't catch it, my jacket sleeves did. Hunched over, knockkneed and hobbling with my hands pressed into my crotch, many would see me and think a walk of shame. Nah, man. I was still going. I had completed the final challenge and was on the home stretch. This was a walk of victory. On a side note? Bladder bulge was ridiculous. I've always seen pictures and been like, why don't I ever have something like that when I hold? Those look ridiculous how does a person hold enough to look like they have an alien inside them? Tonight I finally understood. Jeeeesus. Before I knew it, I was at the car. I opened the final bonus challenge. =====LAST BONUS CHALLENGE (7:39 PM) "Again, nothing too exciting. You've made it to the end, lasted through everything, etc. Well done! So, you can last a bit longer. The bonus challenge is easy: just wait for five more minutes here, and then you can go. Good luck." I read those words and literally, for a brief moment and time, wanted to actually die. It was so tempting. I was in the car lot, next to the car, completely soaked already and just free of the mall and of people and I could just let go right there. But I had come so far, and I wasn't going to allow this to tarnish my victory. Didn't stop me from bitching about it like crazy though. It was so hard. I leaned against the car, one hand holding my area between my legs in a vice grip for dear life, the other holding the phone and reading the encouragement. Reminder that the chat wasn't just Rainyday, several Omo.org friends came to witness my monumental challenge and offer me encouragement and support the whole way through. And they kept telling me. "Come on Crim, you can do it!" "You made it to the end, you can do 5 more minutes!" "You're doing great, keep it up!" "Make us proud, Crim." <--- All of these are direct quotes, by the way. I had a cheerleading squad that made tonight do-able. I would actually like to take this moment to thank @JustCallum, @Rainyday, @Pache, and absolutely NOT @blooper for being the best company and emotional support during an epic Omorashi challenge gauntlet a gal could ask for. Feat. @Lisk who showed up, said like one sentence, and left. Let me tell you guys. I leaked and dribbled and sputtered the entire time. Some spurts were bigger than others, including a notable momentary loss of control where I peed myself for a solid 3 seconds, a torrent destroying any dry fabric left on me as I just moaned into my car window, fogging it up. The cold window felt so nice against my sweaty head. It was around this moment I realized I had somehow, at some point, gotten my T-shirt wet. Figures, given I had been constantly and slowly wetting myself since I had left the fuckin' bathroom after challenge 10. Notable quotes from me, trying to distract myself from the desperate agony, by talking about my desperate agony, because I'm goddamned stupid: KozmoFox> uwaaa im going to piss werywhere 7:36 PM okay <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ohnfuck 7:39 PM i fuck 7:39 PM i dotnt hink 7:39 PM i can 7:39 PM wait 7:39 PM 5 mirwe <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leaking 7:39 PM on ground <•KozmoFox> uwaaa gushed down leffss <•KozmoFox> uwaaa but 7:41 PM regained •KozmoFox> uwaaa i eekp fucking spurting im gonnsa die <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ive ltierslly been slowly peeing myself since i left building hwo am i still 7:43 PM holding <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Rainy 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM when can i 7:44 PM please •KozmoFox> uwaaa pleas ei cant hold it 7:44 PM when •KozmoFox> uwaaa when 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM fucking 7:44 PM say 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM plesse You can probably tell that by the end there I was completely losing control. I hadn't been able to actually hold it for quite awhile at this point, but then? Any semblance of control I had left was slipping. By the time I was doing the single word messages at the bottom, I was steadily and thoroughly pissing myself next to the car, it was streaming down my legs and splashing across my feet and all over the pavement. I was going to say you could 20 seconds ago 7:44 PM But I had to answer your question 7:44 PM You wiiinnnnnn------ 7:44 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa CAN I OR CAN I NO 7:44 PM FUCK Final time: 1:45 of constant desperate agony, from opening the first email, to being told I'm allowed to pee. In this situation, the word "FUCK" coincides with me LITERALLY exploding. The second I read "You win", I couldn't even remotely hold on if I tried. The words registered, my body completely let go. I started peeing full force. And peeing, and peeing, and peeing. Power-peeing, if you will. I didn't so much as move my arm, my entire lower body got soaked, re-soaked, and soaked again in seconds. My panties had no hope against this barrage, I had like three streams going, from off the backs of both knees and through my skirt into my hand, into an extremely heavy stream hitting the ground with all it had. My socks could absorb no more. I actually stepped out of my boots and just stood my soft feet in the growing lake of my making. After like 30 seconds I removed my hand and just relaxed my entire body, letting it flow from straight between my legs onto the ground below. Someone walked by and totally saw that part, but trust me, I was so relieved I could give less of a shit. I felt goddamn humiliated afterwards, sure, but at that moment I didn't care. This relief was worth an orgasm and a half, I felt like I had literally been reborn. By the time I was halfway done I was so relieved and relaxed I could have napped. By the time I was done, I was standing in a lake that would make a hurricane jealous. I actually almost did nap, I couldn't bring myself to start driving so I just sat in the car in my wet clothes and the heat on for like half an hour, just leaning back and chatting in IRC, enjoying not being on the brink of wetting myself like a little girl for the first time in maybe 2 hours. Of course, I had just done exactly that, but who cares? I was also, naturally, PAINFULLY aroused, but this is not the place for that, that's not what this tale is about. I eventually pulled it together, stripped off my bottoms, and drove home like that, where I am now writing about my lovely evening. Reminder one final time. Rainyday is satan. I won't be doing requests like this again for a very long time, if ever again, but damn. To paraphrase myself from the first experience I wrote like 2 years ago... this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've ever done. I'm likely never going to do a hold like this again. I think this hold, this experience, is my magnum opus. My Mona Lisa. It won't be topped by anything I do. Not to be full of myself, but I don't think anything like this exists on the experiences forum, and I'm extremely proud of myself. I put my body and soul (and self-esteem) on the line for you guys. I hope I did you all proud. I hope I captured what omorashi.org is all about today. Thank you all for reading this long as hell tale that might as well be a novel, for sticking with me this long, and for just overall being awesome people. This has been Kozmo-Lotto 4!~ Please tell me what you thought, drop a comment, shoot a message, whatever!! ^^ I love you all, and I hope you have an amazing day!
  8. Hi, my name's Erica, and I am a wetter. Ever since I was little, I've been wetting myself. It started out innocently enough, with an illness that left me with a weak bladder. My parents were loving and gentle with me and my daily accidents. I did try to make it to the nearest bathroom... but sometimes I wouldn't make it in time, or they were terribly inconvenient, or even non-existent. As I grew older, I developed some control over my bladder, although I did have accidents a few times a week. When I was a teenager, however... things got... interesting. I had just learned about masturbating, and was in my bed, “rubbing one out” as some girls called it. I had quickly discovered that doing it with my panties on felt amazing, so that's the way I was doing it this time. In a matter of minutes, I orgasmed – and lost control of my bladder! For a couple of seconds, I was panicking, I couldn't stop! The panic receded when I realized that I was enjoying the wetness! I still had my hand between my legs trying to stem the flow. I quickly changed gears, and started rubbing my clit while still peeing. Just as I finished peeing, I came a second time, harder and more powerfully than ever before! I had to change my sheets, of course, but you can believe that that wasn't the last time I played with myself while peeing! Years later, I was dating – not very successfully, when the boys learned that I occasionally wet myself. I had gotten a job as a night front desk attendant at a hotel a couple miles away, allowing me to continue my education, and make rent. It was an easy job for two reasons. First, I was naturally good with people, friendly and courteous. Second, it was really quiet at night. Quiet enough to allow me some shenanigans while on the clock. My favorite thing to do was fill my bladder as much as possible, standing at the counter “organizing” and “cleaning”, waiting for just the right moment. I should tell you that my uniform consists of a blouse, usually in a pretty color, and a skirt. I had been informed, at the beginning, that I could choose pants or skirts – but skirts allow me to have more fun! Standing at the counter, my legs slightly spread, I would slowly release the hold on my bladder, allowing my pee to trace its way to my peehole and out into my panties. I would marvel at the delicious warmth coating my crotch, teasing my sensitive button, already engorged and tingling. Peeing slowly like this, I cum in my panties, biting my lip to keep from groaning in ecstasy. I finish peeing after my delightful orgasm, washing some of my juices from my panties. Another thing I like to do at work is to pee at our work desk. Behind the counter is a door that leads to our office with a desk and computer, some filing cabinets, document shredder, safe, and everything else you'd find in a hotel office. The chair behind the desk is a comfortable, cushioned affair, and feels great against a bare pussy! I'm sure I'm not the first, nor last, girl to sit in that chair and grind her mons into the fabric! I wonder how many, though, pee into the chair too! After drinking lots more water after my first pee, I slip off my soaked panties, dropping them into a plastic sandwich bag I keep handy for just such a purpose, and sit in the chair, pulling my skirt out of the way. To savor the warmth, I only spread my thighs slightly apart so that my pee sprays my thighs. I also pee slowly, allowing the warm wetness to soak into the cushions as much as possible. I can't help but rub my pussy lips against the wet cushion as I'm peeing, and often cum just as my pee ends. Sometimes I'm interrupted during my pee, and have to stop, stand up and fix my skirt before stepping out of the office to assist a guest. Often I can quickly finish helping the guest before practically running back to the chair and resuming my pee, and orgasm. Since I had been interrupted, I lose my level of arousal, and have to grind harder against the cushion as I resume peeing, warming up the cooling pee, achieving orgasm only after I'm done peeing. A couple of times, the guest takes longer than I anticipated, and I have to hold in my pee more than I'd like. When this happens, I'm usually forced to let my pee trickle out of my pussy lips and run down my legs from my bare crotch. When I'm finally allowed to escape back to the office, I'm empty of pee, or nearly so, and have to sit down, put my legs spread on the desk, and manually get myself off, finishing whatever pee is left when I come back down from my orgasm. One time when I was feeling particularly naughty, I decided to change things up a bit. Instead of sitting on the chair, I moved it to the wall, hiked up my skirt, and sat down on the edge of the desk. Spreading my legs wide, I allowed my pee to escape my bladder and make its way to my peehole. It started as a trickle before strengthening to a gush, jetting feet away from the desk and my open peehole! It felt so great that before I had even finished, I was rubbing my button to an orgasm, followed by another after my pee came to a stop. After moving the chair back to the desk, I had to rest for a few minutes, not even bothering to fix my skirt. I did have to help a guest, but I had recovered enough that I'm sure they never even noticed anything was off! I'm sure many readers are wondering if I've ever been caught. The answer is: nope! No cameras in the office (thank goodness!), and I'm subtle when behind the counter so no one can tell what I'm doing. I did, however, catch my female supervisor peeing in the office! I was a bit early for my shift, and didn't see my supervisor behind the desk, so I decided to pop my head in the office to check if anyone was in there. What I found stole my breath away and made my head spin. Janet had pulled the chair away from the desk, slid her pants and panties to her ankles, and was wetting a gusher under the desk! It took her a few seconds to catch on that someone was at the door, and when she did, her pee stream died as her face flushed red and her mouth gaped open. I recovered first, saying, “Would you like privacy to finish... or could I stay and watch? Either way, I promise not to tell anyone what I saw!” She slowly blinked a couple of times, before nodding her head and motioning me to come in, and close the door behind me. As I was locking it, I heard her mumble, “I knew I should've locked the damned door.” This was the first time I had seen a woman even partially naked, and I moved to the desk next to her leg to get a better look. As I watched, she closed her eyes and concentrated. Her completely-shaved-smooth, slightly protruding pussy lips contracted, then let loose with a powerful, hissing gusher, right under the desk next to my leg! I looked up just once, to see her watching me, a slight smile curving her beautiful lips before we both returned our attentions to her pee stream. It didn't last nearly long enough for me when it stopped less than a minute later, leaving a massive puddle under the desk. To show my appreciation, I hiked up my skirt and dropped my panties, spreading my legs, and letting my pee come out to drench the carpet in front of me. I wasn't expecting her to be turned on by our activities, but her hand crept down to start playing with her clit and pussy! This was too much for me, so I played with myself while I was still peeing. We must've both been close to orgasm, because we both climaxed simultaneously. I finished peeing as Janet stood up, allowing a small dribble of pee to soak into her panties. I pulled my panties up and fixed my skirt as she pulled her pants off, then her panties, before pulling her pants back on, sans panties. Which she handed to me, saying, “Thanks for the show. Keep these as a memento of today, and if you keep this our little secret, we can do something similar. Maybe even at your place or mine. Deal?” Of course I said yes! I can't wait! By the way, writing this all out is getting me wet, and I now REALLY need to pee! Wonder where I'll go for both? PART 2 I'm back with more stories! If you remember my last story, I had mistakenly walked in on my supervisor taking a leak in our hotel's office – turned out to be the best night night of my life so far! Instead of getting mad at my intrusion, she allowed me to watch, then I joined in. What a rush when we both came at the same time! She said we would do it again – and we did, which is why I'm writing! Just days later, Janet came up to me as we were changing from her shift to mine, softly telling me, “I thoroughly enjoyed what we did together yesterday, and want to play around some more. We both have the night off tomorrow. Would you like to come over to my place?” I was shocked, but didn't hesitate to say yes! “Good. Fill your bladder beforehand, I'll want to start as soon as you arrive. Speaking of which, we still have a few minutes. Do you need to pee?” “Desperately!” “Come into the office with me, I've been holding it for the last hour, and am ready to burst.” “Me too, Janet! I'd love to pee for you again, and see you peeing,” I said shyly. We both headed into the office, knowing we wouldn't be bothered by guests for a little while. I closed and locked the door, like last time, butterflies in my stomach, and panties wet with arousal and a dribble of pee I had let go in my excitement. Janet surprised me again. Instead of pulling out the chair like I had anticipated, she instead pulled out the trash can that sits below the desk. Unfastening her pants, she lowered them down her legs to her knees, revealing she wasn't wearing panties! As I stared at her bare pussy, she dropped into a high squat over the trash can, and let rip with a massive piss! “Wow, you really did have to go, didn't you?” “Told you! Ugh, this feels so damned good!” I was standing in front of her when she pulled her pants down, but moved into a crouch to watch her peeing. I had to put my hand up my skirt to hold in my pee, but was rubbing my clit at the same time. Janet saw what I was doing, and smiled. Thirty seconds later, and she was done. Not bothering to pull up her pants, she just stood up, and stepped aside for my turn. I yanked up my skirt, pulled my panties aside, stood just before the can, and let go. Janet watched, seemingly impressed. Now she had her hand on her crotch, playing with herself as she watched me pee. This turned me on so much, but I resisted the urge to touch myself just yet. My pee only lasted a few seconds less than Janet's, but felt just as wonderful as hers had obviously been. Once I squeezed out the last few spurts to decorate the carpet, I turned to her, and mimicked her by playing with my aroused clit and engorged lips. We watched each other play with ourselves, and again it didn't take long for either of us to cum. Janet recovered first. After licking her hand clean, she pulled her pants up, and started out to punch out. As she walked past me, she said, “Now I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night!” I too licked my hand clean, shuddered in joy at the taste, then set my panties back, dropped my skirt, and walked out to start my shift. Next evening couldn't “cum” soon enough! PART 3 The next night saw me in front of Janet's apartment, having difficulty getting out of my car and walking up to her door with how much I was squirming with the need to pee! I rang the bell barely able to control my bladder. When she answered, I greeted her with “I just peed a little.” And I had, squirting a small jet of pee into my panties. “Shame I missed it, that's what I want to see.” “Really?” “Yes. Take off your skirt, but leave your panties on.” “Can you help me? I can't do it myself right now.” She smiled, a sweet smile, and knelt down to help me. We had moved into her living room, both in bare feet, and the soft carpet made me dribble more. Janet removed my skirt, then sat back on her heels to witness my wetting. I spread my legs shoulder-width apart, and let my body do what it needed. My pee came gushing out so hard and fast that immediately sprayed out of my panties to drench the carpet at Janet's feet. It just kept pouring out, feeling so warm and wonderful. Having Janet watching me wet myself proved too much, and I came hard before I had finished peeing. Once I had finished peeing in my panties, Janet leaned forward – and put her mouth to my wet panties on my crotch, and started sucking! Who knew my seemingly straight-laced boss was such a perv! It wasn't until she pulled my soaked panties down and off my legs before continuing her oral assault on my clit and pussy that I came again, not once, but twice! I guess she could tell that I wasn't going to be any good for the rest of the night if she kept going, so she stopped, and said, “My turn!” Taking off her sleeping shorts and tee, revealing and extraordinarily gorgeous body, she lay down and spread her bare legs, allowing me a full, unobstructed view of her swollen pussy and high, tight tits with large areolas and pointed, hard nipples. And oh heavens, the juices dripping from her tight twat nearly sent me over the edge again! “Strip, then kneel between my legs,” she said, and I didn't hesitate to comply. “Good. Now open your mouth, and put it on my pussy. You'll drink my piss.” “R-really?” “Yes. Hurry, I'm about to start, and can't hold it anymore.” I had never done anything like this before, and wasn't sure what to expect, but I didn't want to disappoint my new lover. I got naked in record time, nearly ripping my shirt to shreds in my haste, and placed my mouth over her shaven cunt, and immediately got a mouthful of warm, salty piss. She stopped so I could decide if I liked it or not. I swallowed, and begged for more by licking her clit. She obliged, and let go full force. I guzzled as much as I could, but couldn't keep up, allowing quite a bit to trickle back out on her crotch. She was quite enjoying herself, moaning and sighing alternatively. Just a few more squirts more, and she was done – but I wasn't even close. Swallowing the last of her piss, I attacked her clit and pussy like she had done mine a few minutes ago. I had only ever experimented with a couple of girlfriends, but it was never as enjoyable as going down on Janet minutes after she did me. She shuddered and thrashed as the first orgasm overtook her, then again, with a scream to accompany her second orgasm. She feebly attempted to push me away, but I was relentless, licking, sucking, nibbling, jamming my tongue into her soaking wet snatch. Her next orgasm set mine off, and I had to stop. I collapsed next to her, and she curled her hand around my neck, lightly caressing my jaw, as we both recovered our breaths, and our senses. We were so exhausted from our multiple orgasms each that we ended up napping, right there on the piss-wet carpet. When we woke up a little while later, Janet asked me if I wanted dinner, and to refill our bladders. I said yes, “But on one condition: I piss in your mouth while standing on your bed, and you kneel before me again.” “Of course! Do you want me to eat you out again, too?” I thought for a few seconds, and said, “No. After I'm done wetting, I want to lie down, have you straddle my head with your legs, so that we can eat each other out at the same time.” “Ah, I see; you want to 69, is that it?” She caressed my cheek, saying, “Sounds heavenly to me.” Leaving our clothes scattered wherever they had been thrown, we made our naked way to the kitchen. It was a weird experience, doing such mundane domestic tasks completely in the nude – but if I could watch Janet's delicious body, including a nice, firm ass (which I had secretly been admiring while it was encased in her pants since we met), I wouldn't complain! Janet told me where the glasses were while she heated up some Chinese food, so I got the drinks. We ate, drank (lots), and talked about anything and everything. After all the food had been eaten, and we were working on refilling our bladders, Janet tells me a shocking secret. “Truth be told, I didn't just hire you because you're friendly, easy-going and pretty, I also hired you because you're beautiful and sexy, and I was hoping to one day end up with you in one of our beds. And after watching you wetting yourself behind the counter, I purposely peed in the office when I thought you'd walk in on me, and it came true as I had hoped.” “Wait – you saw what I was doing? Does anybody else know?” “Doubtful. Only someone who knows what they're looking for would spot what you were doing. And I was so incredibly turned on that I went back and watched as much as I could. And yes, I masturbated during all of it. I even burned all of it onto a flash drive so that I could watch it whenever I wanted.” My brain froze upon this announcement. She had been watching me wet myself? And enjoying it? “So, you weren't as surprised when I walked in on you as you seemed? And that's why you were so quick to accept me watching you?” “Yes, and yes. Although that turned out better than I had hoped, or anticipated.” If I had been wearing panties, they'd have been soaked by now. As it was, my chair was practically dripping onto the floor with my juices. And then I realized that my bladder had by now filled up, and that I knew what was about to happen, which just turned me on that much more. “Um, Janet, I... I think it's time.” She smiled, stood up and held her hand out for mine, then helped me stand up, and led me to her bedroom; she climbed up onto the bed before helping me up. I spread my legs to give her plenty of access, and she knelt to put her open mouth over my clit and peehole. I shuddered when she slid her tongue from my slot to my clit, and my pee started trickling out, building in pressure in no time. Janet was a pro, however, and never wasted a drop. I ran my hands continuously through her luxurious locks as her hands fondled my ass. I tried to make it last as long as possible, but soon ran dry, and got licked clean – but not dry! I lay down on my back as Janet swung around over me, so her sweet crotch was just inches from my face, and her face was hovering over my crotch, to the point where I could feel her warm breath teasing my clit, making me shudder some more. She started by placing gentle kisses around my labia before lightly swirling her tongue in and about my folds. Meanwhile, I brought her pussy down to my face with my hands on her silk-over-steel ass cheeks, and wasted no time diving into her muff, relishing the taste. I couldn't get enough! I had just had my first orgasm of our second bout of love-making when I felt some dribbling on my face. Then again. And again! Suddenly, the flood gates opened in a deluge of sweet and salty piss! This piss tasted differently than last time, probably because she had been drinking wine and water, rather than just water as with the first piss I drank. I let the body-warmed delicious liquid coat my throat and mouth, both inside and out. Janet finished her piss and came at the same time, as I rubbed her clit with my tongue, also giving me another orgasm from her piss-orgasm. We traded another couple of orgasms before we were forced to call it quits. It was a good thing we had nowhere to go at the time, as we were both too wiped to stand! I moved up a little bit so that I was laying my head on the pillow as Janet tiredly turned herself around to drag herself up next to me. She threw her arm over my tits, and tangled one of her legs with one of mine. I felt some pee that had built up since my pee, so I pressed my peehole to her leg before letting it dribble out and down her leg. “Mmmm, damn, that was a-fucking-mazing! I could totally get used to this,” Janet mumbled drowsily. “Sorry that your bed got soaked.” She chuckled throatily and responded, "Don't worry, darling. I anticipated this, and put a mattress protector on the bed before you got here. And sheets are easy enough to wash.” I relaxed into her embrace, and we drifted off into a sound, dreamless sleep of the sexually exhausted. I too could get used to this.
  9. A while back, I started a story called "The Assistant". I had made quite a bit of progress, but during the course of writing this story, I became busy and sort of forgot about it. The last couple of years went by so fast, I could hardly believe it. Anyway, I decided to continue the story, but felt that it would be wise to start a new thread, to post the newest chapters. The first 25 chapters can be found here: https://omorashi.org/topic/17359-the-assistant/?page=1 I recommend reading the first 25 before continuing beyond this point, for those who have never read the story before now, and also for those who might not remember it all that well. If anyone has any comments they wish to add, then please post them in this thread instead of the old one, since it has been a while since anyone has posted there. For now, here is the next chapter of The Assistant. 26 Suddenly feeling embarrassed, Danielle blushed and glanced at her boss. “Should I put this in now?” Katherine pressed the button again, putting an end to the vibrations. “Yes. We have a bit of a drive ahead of us to meet with a new, potential client.” Danielle nodded. “Oh, right.” Danielle stepped around her desk and took a seat. Katherine watched eagerly, waiting for her lovely, young assistant to put the new toy inside of her body. Still feeling slightly embarrassed, Danielle slowly pulled up her skirt until her lady bits were showing. “No underwear this morning?” Katherine asked, looking incredibly excited. Danielle found herself becoming more aroused by the second, as her boss stared at her crotch, watching and waiting for her to place the little egg inside. She spread her legs apart and bit her lower lip, hoping desperately that her bladder would not be struck by a spasm right then. Her need for the restroom was dire and she feared the possibility of creating a mess directly underneath where she sat. Danielle nodded as she slid the new toy into her love tunnel. “I-I thought that you would like it if I didn’t have any on.” The wide grin on Katherine’s face faded a little and her expression became one of pure lust, rather than amusement. “It pleases me greatly.” For a moment, Katherine stood and stared at Danielle, who was squirming a little in her seat, hoping that her desperation would go unnoticed. She crossed her legs and covered herself with her skirt again while forcing a smile onto her face. “Is something the matter, my dear assistant?” Katherine asked. Danielle crossed her arms and shook her head. “Nope! All is well with me!” Her boss then pressed the button and the egg instantly came to life, buzzing and humming, forcing a moan of pleasure past her lips. She leaned forward against her desk, closed her eyes, and put both hands against her crotch. The pleasure created by the vibrations combined with the fullness of her bladder nearly sent her over the edge right then and there. For a moment, she thought that she might have an orgasm and empty her bladder on the spot. When the vibrator at last went still, she opened her eyes and looked up at Katherine, who had a sadistic grin upon her face once again. “Miss Andrews, I…” Katherine chuckled and placed the remote control back inside of her jacket. “Well, today should be interesting. Are you ready to go, then? We have a bit of a drive ahead of us, before getting to the next meeting.” I am not ready yet, I still need to pee! Danielle thought, as she attempted to compose herself. “I-I need to go…” Katherine tilted her head slightly and put her hands on her hips. “You need to go to the restroom, eh? It has been quite obvious all morning. After the stunt you pulled last night, you can forget about it.” Danielle was suddenly hit by a bladder spasm and she closed her eyes again as she fought to remain in control. “Please, I am desperate!” Katherine motioned for her to stand. “And I am quite enjoying it. Let’s go.” Danielle groaned with disappointment, but, despite her fear of wetting herself in public again, she was feeling excited about taking another desperate car ride. The added element of pleasure that would likely occur, due to the presence of the vibrator, increased her excitement exponentially. With shaking knees, she stood and was hit again by another bladder spasm. It was quite obvious that she would be lucky to even make it out to the vehicle without peeing, let alone the entire drive. In the event that she did make it to the car, she would unfortunately have to face the embarrassment of other people seeing her struggle, knowing about her desperate need. With a gasp, Danielle crossed her legs and put one hand up under her skirt, to press against her bare peehole. “Please, at least let me pee a little! I might not even make it out to the car!” She looked up at her mistress, who took a moment to think the situation over, before answering. “Alright, if you are that desperate, then go and use the restroom, but you may only let out a little.” Danielle breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Miss Andrews!” As quickly as she could, she shuffled around the desk and through the doorway, but froze in place just on the other side. She once again found herself struggling against another bladder spasm. Her boss burst into laughter behind her, as she wiggled her butt and pressed her fingers as hard as she could against her urethra. Apparently the show she was putting on was equally as amusing as it was arousing. Come on, don’t make another mess on the floor! For what seemed like an eternity, Danielle just stood there, struggling to contain the pee that she’d been holding since the night before. She was so close to losing control, that she feared the battle had been lost. Fortunately, the sudden urge eventually subsided a little and then she was able to continue the journey to the toilet. Sighing with relief once again, she continued her desperate shuffle through Katherine’s office, to the doors. The destination was growing closer. Soon she would be through, free to have herself a seat and have the morning pee she needed. Though she knew she had been told to only let out a little, she decided on her own to fully empty her bladder. She hoped that the punishment wouldn’t be too severe. Standing up as straight as possible, Danielle pressed her legs together and reached for the doors. She placed both of her hands on them and pushed outward, but was surprised by the sight of someone standing in the hall. The security guard from the garage, with the blonde ponytail, was there. Danielle composed herself as quickly as she could, parted her legs a little and put her hands down at her sides. “Hello! Is something the matter?” The security guard looked quite unhappy. In fact, he seemed nervous. “I must speak with Miss Andrews immediately. There is an issue with her car.” Suddenly in shock, Danielle could only stare at him. “Oh, I-I see…” The guard looked down at her hands, which were beginning to take on the form of fists, as she felt another bladder spasm brewing deep within her body. “Ma’am, I recommend that you do not leave this room, under any circumstances.” Behind Danielle, Katherine stepped out of the side office, immediately concerned. “What is happening out there?” The guard motioned for Danielle to step back and she did as instructed, wishing that she could just leave the room for even a few seconds. “Miss Andrews, there is an issue with your car.” Katherine crossed her arms and frowned. “What type of an issue?” Still looking nervous, the security guard tapped the knuckles of his right hand into his left palm. “There is evidence of tampering under the hood. I have contacted your mechanic to make sure there was no damage, so hopefully the car is fine. Anyway, I am afraid that we have a major security breach on our hands.” “You imbeciles!” Katherine threw up her hands and pointed angrily at him. “It is your job to prevent such tampering! You had better figure out what happened or you will find yourself unemployed!” The guard nodded and motioned for her to follow. “Come right this way.” With pleading eyes, Danielle watched the two of them leave. “Miss Andrews, I-” “Stay here in this office Danielle!” Katherine instructed. “You will just have to wait until I return!” “But, I still…” As the doors closed, the poor girl’s voice trailed off when she realized that there was no use asking at that point. She instantly doubled over and put both of her hands against her crotch. She was on the verge of losing control again and had no idea how much longer she could continue to wait. She crossed her legs and groaned with disappointment. “Why is this happening right now? I almost made it…” From her office, she could hear the sound of the phone ringing. What if it’s a client? In a hurry, Danielle shuffled towards her office, desperately hoping that she would make it there before the caller hung up. “Please, don’t hang up!” she begged as she reached the doorway of the office. At this point, the phone had rung five times. In light of the situation, Danielle knew that answering this call was of extreme importance. If it was a client, she would need to let them know what was happening. On the seventh ring, she snatched up the receiver and answered. “Hello! This is Danielle S-smith, Katherine Andrews’ assistant. How m-may I help you?” At first, there was only silence on the other end, but before long, a deep voice on the other end at last began to speak. “Danielle Smith… When you see your boss again, give her a message for me, if you could be so kind. Tell her that I know what she has been up to with her young assistants. Let her know that I will bring down her empire if she does not meet my demands.” With her heart pounding in fear and her urine making its way into her urethra, Danielle groaned and shook her hips. “What d-demands?” “My dear, is something the matter?” The mysterious caller asked. “Are you desperate for a piss? If so, then you would be wise to walk out the front doors and never look back. Miss Andrews has a tendency to manipulate her assistants so that they find themselves in desperate situations. If you have not wet yourself in public yet, then you will.” For a moment, Danielle did not speak, but she at last remembered her very first conversation with David, the guy she had met the day before, regarding the previous assistants. There was the one who wet herself in the lobby and the other who nearly pressed charges. “Were you one of her assistants?” Danielle asked. The voice on the other end laughed. “You have been warned. Leave now, before she destroys your life.” “I-I haven’t w-wet myself yet and I-I am quite comfortable at the moment!” Danielle cried. “She isn’t like that!” The voice laughed again. “Defend her if you wish, but you will only go down with her.” The conversation then ended and the caller hung up. From what Danielle had heard, she was almost certain that the caller was disguising their voice, possibly with some sort of device. It did not sound natural. She lowered the receiver and stared at it for a moment, realizing that something was terribly wrong. “What the hell?” Carefully hanging up the phone, she put both of her hands back against her womanhood and groaned again. It was beginning to look like her second day on the job was about to be worse than the first one. Not only was she about to wet herself right there in the office, there was also the danger that the mysterious caller was somewhere in the building.
  10. I'm going to start uploading a few of the videos I have that I've noticed are not on here. This is a model I had done 2-3 videos with before, and I was surprised to find out she did one on her own, too. Dress_Wetting.mp4
  11. I just came across this on another board. It's from some shitty MTV program. Two drunk girls come in a house, one goes to the loo, the other can't hold it and squats over the floor, pees through her knickers and proceeds to slip in her pee. It's been on TV, it's not voyeur so I think it's probably allowed on the forum. Liesje spring break with grandad 103_20-02-2017_cut.mp4
  12. Master and Servant ***Draco/Hermione: Draco notices Hermione's aversion to school bathrooms and decides to play a little game...*** ((Hey guys! I know its been AGES since I posted anything on here, but I was recently inspired to start writing again! Let me know what you think! Personally this a fun project for me and I'm writing the second chapter right now :) Leave your comments, questions, concerns at the bottom, they're greatly appreciated! )) Chapter 1: Origins of the Game The very first time Draco ever saw Hermione Granger wet herself was in their first year, on the second Tuesday in November. It seemed like, ever since she'd nearly been murdered in one on Halloween, Little Miss Mudblood had developed a fear of using any of the school bathrooms outside her dormitory. He'd caught on to her little phobia, or at least realized the issue itself, by watching her; purely by accident of course. It wasn't his fault that she was always seated directly in front of him for all the classes they shared, but it did provide a perfect vantage point for watching her squirm during their lessons. At first, he'd figured she was too much of a brianiac to take a few minutes from class to ask for the loo, but then he'd noticed she'd never be among the group of girls that always went together after each lesson was over. No, she'd go class to class, squirming and fidgeting and dancing all the more in each one until the end of the day. It was a wonder her friends hadn't noticed—No, nevermind. Her friends were the biggest bunch of dunderheads Hogwarts had ever seen, of course they wouldn't have noticed. Regardless, at the end of the day she'd always announce an urgent need for a book, some parchment, a quill, or the library and rush off before Potty and Weasel could say anything else. Draco wouldn't see her again till dinner, but he always noted she was no longer dancing. Draco hadn't any idea why he was so facinated with the girl's need for the toilet. He supposed it had something to do with how rediculous it seemed to hold it like that all day long, despite having plenty of time to go between classes. But whatever, what the stupid girl did with her body wasn't any of his buisness...except that, very, very privately, he wished she'd oversetimate her bladder one day and have an accident. The more this thought lingered, and grew stronger every time he watched Hermione squirm in class, the more he knew he absolutely had to see it. So, on that second Tuesday in November, Draco Malfoy had come up with a most ingenious plan to watch Hermione Granger wet her panties. On this day in particular, he knew they had double potions directly after lunch. He also knew that Hermione always left lunch early when she could, presumably for the toilet in Gryffindor tower, so he couldn't let that happen. It was all too easy for him to convince Crabbe and Goyle to ignore their food to go and pester the Gryffindorks. His taunts, as always, were geared toward Potter, but he was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. Oh yes, he noted with glee, she definitely had been planning on running off to the loo before he came over. Her lips were pursed and she kept shooting anxious looks toward the door. Ah, but she couldn't leave, now could she? Not with her two idiot friends in the middle of a could-be fight. Draco harrassed the lot of them until Weasley damn near jumped over the table to take a swing (this earned a sharp “Sit down, Ron!” from Hermione) and Draco smirked, the bell for class ringing just in time. He noted how distressed she looked as he sauntered off to the dungeons. Double potions proved to be extremely entertaining that day. Snape had barely finished the lecture before Hermione started to fidget. Making the actual potion made him almost snicker with glee as he watched her try to squirm descretely and chop up her ingrediants at the same time. They filled their cauldrons with water, Draco making sure to do his especially loud behind her, and she was crossing her legs. Draco smirked, watching her every movement. It would spoil his plans a bit if she lost it in the middle of potions, but seeing her humiliated in class like that, especially Snape's class, wasn't a bad consolation prize. Still, he watched her squirm during the making of the potion and she was, almost regrettably, still dry when Snape dismissed the class. No matter, they still had History of Magic before their lessons were done, one more hour of class. Hermione was probably thankful, Draco had figured, that Potter and Weasley had fallen asleep during this particular lesson. Even they would have noticed something was troubling their princess know-it-all had they been awake. Hermione Granger could not sit still, not even for a minute. She rocked in her seat, crossed and uncrossed and then recrossed her legs, bounced on her bottom, and at one point even put her hand between her legs to hold herself. Draco's blood was pounding, excitement he assumed from finally being able to see her have an accident, the entire time he watched her. With ten minutes to go in History of Magic, and Hermione still dissapointingly dry, Draco was starting to lose hope. Maybe her bladder had more ability than he'd given credit for. He took notes glumly, still glancing at Hermione. She had been dancing in rhythm of the past half hour, apparently having found the correct fidget-patterns to hold back her flood. Draco gave himself comfort that, even if she managed to make it till the end of class, there was no way she could make it up seven floors to the Gryffindor dormitory to go. All he had to do was follow her and he'd see what he'd been waiting for. He grinned, imagining her gasping right in front of the Fat Lady as she suddenly peed herself. And then, Hermione suddenly gasped for real. His eyes snapped up to her, widening in realization as he took in her position. Her body was tense, hand half way down to hold herself. Time seemed to slow as he watched her tremble and then relax, jerking her legs apart as she did. That was it! That had to be it, Draco thought in glee as he waited for the inevitable flood to come pouring down her chair, there was no way Granger wasn't wetting herself right then. He was on the edge of his seat as he saw a stream trickle over the edge of her chair, splashing onto the stone below. No one else would have noticed unless they were watching for it, but that was all he got. Much to his dismay, she slammed her legs together a second later, both hands holding herself, and regained control. Still, Draco had to work to control his breathing. He was a little hot in the face, heart racing. Even just that little bit had been such a thrill...but he knew there was no way she'd make it to her dorm after class! He'd definitely get to see it all if he followed her. He grinned, anxiously watching the clock just like Hermione was, only for a completely different reason. The bell finally rang and Hermione all but punched her two friends awake. “Class is over! Honestly you two, if you don't stop sleeping through it you're gonna fail! I'm going to go to the library, you two better catch yourselves up!” she lectured as she rushed to collect her books and darted out of the room. Potter and Weasley were dumfounded, but Draco just packed up and left at a normal pace. Couldn't rush after her, now could he? That would be too obvious. Besides, he found he didn't much need to rush. Hermione was walking pretty slowly, especially in the populated areas. As badly as she obviously had to go, he was still a little surprised that she passed two girl's rooms and ignored them as she walked on, Draco tailing at a safe distance behind. Once they'd passed the Great Hall, the student body thinned considerably and Draco watched with joy as she started to hold herself openly as she walked, if a little faster. They were nearing the library now and she kept having to stop and hold and bounce and squirm. Draco was eating it up, best plan he'd had all year! Hermione took a particularly long pause, whimpering loud enough for Draco to hear. He swore to himself, realizing he'd got too close and darted quickly behind a tapestry. From his hiding place he watched her dance, gasping and whimpering with her hands between her legs. He could have sworn he could see wet trails making their ways down her thighs to her knee high socks. But again, he was denied that final flood as she managed to right herself and start walking again. He cursed softly, aloud this time. Maybe he should just curse her. She'd never know what hit her in her state and he was sure she'd really wet. Full Body Bind? Good plan. He pulled his wand out and stepped a bit from behind the tapestry, magic about to fire when suddenly Professor Flitwick came out from around the corner. Draco snapped back into hiding and Hermione froze in place. Draco could have killed the old fool for thwarting his plans but then, as he watched the tiny professor strike up a conversation about what a wonderful (barf) job she'd done during class, he'd realized it was a blessing in disguise. Hermione chatted as though nothing was wrong, but he could see how tense she was, how tightly her legs were pressed together, and how her hands kept balling into her skirt. After what seemed like ages, the professor finally took his leave and Draco watched Hermione watch him go. The moment he was out of her sight, she held herself desperately with both hands, looking around like a toilet would magically appear to save her. Her eyes fell on Draco's tapestry. He gasped, still for a moment as he thought he'd been spotted. The panic furthered when she started hurrying for his hiding spot. He backed up until he hit a wood wall, no where to go, and she was gonna catch him and probably kill him...wait. Wood? He glanced behind him and thank Merlin's cloak, it was a door! He jiggled the handle, could have whooped at finding it unlocked, and tucked himself inside the most randomly placed storage closet ever just as Hermione threw back the tapestry. He smirked, watching through the crack in the door, thinking how he'd nearly escaped death. But Hermione didn't seem to be interested in finding anybody in particular. She danced in place, one hand between her legs, whimpering softly as she looked back and forth around the tapestry, checking to make sure she was alone, before coming inside. “Aaaaah....Oh God oh God oh God!” Draco heard her gasp as she danced, legs crossing and uncrossing as she hitched up her skirt. For the first time in his life he saw a girl's panties, Hermione's in particular were innocently white with lace around hems. Not so innocently, they were also soaked at the crotch. He watched as she suddenly squatted, spreading her legs out right in front of his slightly cracked door. In this same instant, his eyes widened and his cheeks darkened, ears ringing with the only sound in the room: Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...” Hermione moaned in relief a moment later, her pee splashing thunderously against the stone floor in the room. She hadn't even tried to pull her panties down, she just peed right through them, a full waterfall errupting from her. Draco watched, slack jawed in awe, as trickles moved down her open thighs and dripping down to the floor to join the puddle her jetting stream was making. The room was filling with the light aroma of a girl's pee and Draco felt heat rushing straight down between his legs, blushing more as he realized he was getting hard while he watched this. All too soon, Hermione was finished with her wet. He watched her tremble, blushing as she seemed to realize what she'd done. She stood up, carefully stepping away from her puddle. She nibbled her lip and pulled out her wand, casting a vanishing charm on the mess she'd made before she checked the damage on her clothes. Panties were obviously soaked through, but her skirt and her socks were wet as well. She seemed to consider this, checked her watch, and pondered it again. Draco could almost hear her thinking, “Well, I do have time to change while everyone is at dinner....” She picked up the books she dropped before wetting herself and headed out the way she came, having apparently made up her mind. As for Draco, he shut the door completely after she'd gone and stuck his hand down his pants, touching himself for the first time with the memory of her wetting right there in front of him. After he'd finished with his own pleasure, he knew, undoubtly, that he'd have to see that again.
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    Found this off another website with this title. A japanese woman who was described as some type of security officer get desperate and eventually wets herself when she can no longer hold it.

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    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.
  15. View File Female soldier pisses in her skintight shorts Found this off another website with this title. A japanese woman who was described as some type of security officer get desperate and eventually wets herself when she can no longer hold it. Submitter AD51 Submitted 01/30/2016 Category Female Wetting  
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    Hi this is my third video, its one of my favorites, hope you enjoy it. DESCRIPTION: This is a movie scene, on it a gorgeous girl hits a gang boss on his head, he gets angry and threated her whit a rifle forcing her to apologizes whit him, after he pretends to shot her and that makes the beautiful blonde wets herself in fear. CAUTION: The girl gets so humiliated, when the gang boys notice she has piss her shorts, they start to make fun of her and she runs out crying for the humiliation, i don´t want ofend anyone, if you dislike dont watch it, if you love beauty girls scared and wetting themseves on fear, you will love it. NOTE: My native language it´s not English, I´m sorry if i make some mistake writting.

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  17. I had my first genuine accident in quite some time on Saturday. I didn't enjoy it - I'm hypocritical in that I'm much more into accidents than deliberate wettings but absolutely hate my own accidents and react pretty badly to them, and I've never deliberately wet myself in public because I'm too embarrassed. I hope you enjoy it though! So I went for a day trip to a neighbouring country by ferry to enjoy the snow and do some mountain activities. Since I spent most of the day on the mountain I was wearing boots, grey jeans (not very dark), 3 layers of clothing and a jacket. I never use public toilets when abroad unless they are unisex because I'm too scared of how people might act. Usually I hold it in until I'm at the hotel but since this was a day trip, there was no hotel this time. I was on a tour with a coach so I planned to use the bathroom on the coach, but it turned out it didn't have one. So I knew I was going to be in for a few rough hours in the evening until I boarded the ferry back home (most people sleep on the ferry so if worst comes to worst I could dare use the toilets there because they'd likely be empty). Anyway, had a really fun day, and by the time the coach was on the way back to the port I had to go quite a bit. Not quite desperate but bothersome and - since I'm into omorashi - also enjoyable. So when we got to the ferry I decided I would hold it for the 2 hour trip and go at home. What I forgot was that although I hadn't had a lot to drink during the day since I left my bottle of water in the coach, I had had quite a bit at dinner and it was all making its way to my bladder. So there I am, next to the window seat getting very desperate very quickly. At this point I was in pain and wasn't enjoying it anymore. I would have gone to pee but the man sitting next to me was a stranger and he was asleep after a tiring day. Ever shy, I was too embarrassed to wake him up just so I could go to the toilet so I just held it (at least for a while ). It was quite hot on the ferry so I took of my jacket and one layer of clothing to allow more room for the rest of my clothing and hopefully ease the pressure on my stomach/bladder region. Again, too embarrassed to undo my zipper or belt. I was squirming in my seat with one hand in my crotch, taking it away whenever someone passed (thankfully not often). I was scared that I wouldn't make it and started panicking and that never helps. The man next to me slept for the entire trip and it started dribbling out when there were about 30 minutes left. I didn't know what to do so I stayed in the same position except my heart was beating a million times faster. Just a couple of minutes later I couldn't hold it any longer and full on peed myself, panties, jeans, socks, boots and all. Most of it ended up in my boots so not much made it on the carpeted floor (if at all) and there was a dark spot on my jeans which was visible but not so much in the darkness. The tears came as soon as I realised I couldn't stop because I hadn't had a public unintentional accident in years but luckily I cried silently and the man next to me slept on, oblivious to what the girl next to him had just done. I used some tissues to dry my face and also the tiny puddle on the chair as best I could then just hid beneath my jacket. When we arrived I sat as long as I could, acting as though I was waiting for the rest of the queue to get off first. Eventually I had to wear my jacket because it was almost midnight so I tried to disguise my wet jeans using shopping bags and hoped no one would notice the dark spot in the darkness of the night. Luckily there was no customs or security to go through (which is stupid to be fair) so I just had to walk straight out as fast as I can to find my mum's car, who was picking me up. She knows the struggles I face and was sympathetic but it didn't make me feel much better about having wet myself. I can only be a bit excited about it now that's it over.
  18. View File Girl Wets herself in fear Hi this is my third video, its one of my favorites, hope you enjoy it. DESCRIPTION: This is a movie scene, on it a gorgeous girl hits a gang boss on his head, he gets angry and threated her whit a rifle forcing her to apologizes whit him, after he pretends to shot her and that makes the beautiful blonde wets herself in fear. CAUTION: The girl gets so humiliated, when the gang boys notice she has piss her shorts, they start to make fun of her and she runs out crying for the humiliation, i don´t want ofend anyone, if you dislike dont watch it, if you love beauty girls scared and wetting themseves on fear, you will love it. NOTE: My native language it´s not English, I´m sorry if i make some mistake writting. Submitter Goldenstorm Submitted 12/05/2013 Category Female Wetting  
  19. View File A lot of omorashi in one anime Hi everyone, this is a compilation of various omorashi scenes, all from the same anime. DESCRIPTION: This is from a common anime, not a hentai. On it a girl (the main character of this cartoon) is always trying to make the good girl (who thinks she is her best friend) pees her panties in front of everyone, but there is no mater how hard she tries, the situations always turns against her, beeing the one who always finish wetting herself. CAUTION: This is a common anime, but the charactes are children, I hope it is not against the rules, and I expect it doesn´t offend anyone. Submitter Goldenstorm Submitted 01/05/2014 Category Female Wetting  
  20. AdultBabySource View File Share if you have similar stuff. Enjoy! Submitter PotHeadHippie Submitted 05/25/2014 Category Female Wetting  
  21. AdultBabySource View File Claire breastfeed her lovely daughter frankie. Share if you have similar stuff, ping if you want more. Enjoy! Submitter PotHeadHippie Submitted 05/25/2014 Category Female Wetting  
  22. View File Sasha Concentration Problem Finally I think I have a file to contribute that I have not seen on here. This extremely cute girl is obviously having issues peeing while being filmed. She seems to take it in stride though. Enjoy! WARNING: The girl removes her top in the middle of the video exposing her breasts. Submitter amberpee Submitted 03/21/2015 Category Panty Wetting  
  23. View File Peeadventures c A nice girl walks to the middle of a meadow, shows some "signs of desperation", deliberately wets her lightblue jeans, shows off the wet jeans, empties her shoes and returns to the road... Submitter Cathyva Submitted 06/16/2015 Category Female Wetting  
  24. Wetting in a dress View File Today hasn't been the best day, so I thought I'd make another video. I will admit that I peed a bit in my panties before I started recording just so I'd be more desperate when I actually recorded. Anyways, enjoy! I may make another one later since I'm doing laundry all day anyways :p Submitter Averylynn Submitted 08/19/2015 Category Skirt Wetting  
  25. View File Amateur girl Page peeing diaper This is video of girl named Paige. First time since toddler age, she is wearing diaper. She gets so excided when she feels herr warm pee between her legs. Submitter kjtecr Submitted 10/13/2015 Category Female Diaper Play & Wetting