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  1. Hi everyone! It is me, KozmoFox :) and this is the result of the fourth Kozmo-Lotto! (I know I tagged them near the bottom, but special thanks to @JustCallum, @Pache, and @Rainyday for making this happen and helping me through it all. Best support team.) This is something a lot have you have been waiting for, and for certain people you might have been waiting even longer than that. This...I honestly don't think this lotto will ever be topped by anything I ever do again. For starters, a reminder to everyone what this Kozmo-Lotto request was. The winner, Rainyday, put a lot of thought into it, so its taken awhile. But eventually it was decreed that I would go somewhere semi-public (Like most lotto's so far) and I would fill up on liquids and get really desperate. At which point, there was a total of 11 emails in my inbox, numbered 1 to 10, plus a bonus. In each email there was a challenge, and I was not allowed to peek or look in any email until it was time to do that challenge. When I opened an email, I would be allowed to open the next email 10 minutes after the previous, unless of course, the challenge inside took longer than 10 minutes, at which point I would be allowed to open the next one after the challenge was finished. I don't want to spoil too much in advance, but this was by far the most intense hold I've ever done. It was the most intense challenge I will ever do. I used to take it as a point of pride that I could get away with anything, like an omorashi ninja. Not today. Today people saw sides of me in public that I intend to likely never show again. Multiple times. I ran the omorashi gauntlet like a fuckin' champion today, and I challenge anyone to do what I just did for this site...mainly so I can read it, because I think this is going to make one HELL of an experience story. This may be my magnum opus. I'm also not going to show my face in that mall for at least like, 2 months. (Before you panic your moral radar, anything I may or may not have done, I cleaned up. I ran the gauntlet like a hero, but also like a responsible hero.) Our story begins with our dear small Kozmo pulling herself out of bed. Chatted with some friends, did some things, and then she went back to bed. Upon waking up, she got herself ready. OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE: You all know damn well what I look like by now. I weigh like 100 pounds, I'm somewhere in the center between 5ft and 6ft, I'm so pale that when I walk outside this time of year I give people snow blindness. Long, dark brown almost black hair. Used to be entirely black, but I change it up! I honestly should have auditioned for the new Ring movie. I have multiple tattoos on my arms, chest, and a foot. Stud piercing in nose, and like most gals my age (21), I like my earrings. I'm lucky enough to not have any acne on the go right now, so not to brag overly much but I like to think I'm pretty pristine! At least I'm told so by people that know me, even a few on here! Sometimes I have freckles but today was not that day, I think freckles are like seasonal or something but I've never actually cared enough to think about it until now. But even when they're kinda there, makeup can make them far less obvious when I don't feel freckly. Today I had a very specific attire that I like to think of as a weird mix between moe and punk rock. It shouldn't be hard to tell what I picked, and what Rainyday picked. Grey beanie hat, low twintails in my hair, a pretty black choker around my neck, and some small snowflake earrings. Plaid miniskirt (Think Maka from Soul Eater), black knee-socks. Jean jacket, unbuttoned, Punisher T-shirt on underneath. Top that off with cute fuzzy black boots and a surprisingly girly pair of pink panties and a matching bra. Take note of that in particular for reasons you will see later. I also had a backpack with various things, such as spare clothes and the like. IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP, SCROLL DOWN TO WHERE THE CHALLENGES BEGIN. IF YOU DO CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP AND THINGS I DRANK AT THE MALL AND ALL THAT TOMFOOLERY JUST KEEP GOING. So I get up, I get ready, I make my way to the mall. I will note at this point that around Christmas I got a phone like a proper young adult, and on it I have IRCCloud, so I was able to keep chatting with my Omo.org friends through this whole ordeal, and they provided lots of encouragement. Rainyday was also present, so I was able to discuss challenges with them as I progressed, and eventually start to yell at them when the challenges got cruel. I am a salty person. I take my place at the food court, and start loading up. I had two large teas, but around the time I had my second tea, my friend who works at a local coffee joint brought me some Burger King! (They were on break.) So on top of two large teas, I also got a large coke with a Whopper :D. After all that I sat on my phone chatting with my crew and waited for all the liquid to process. And waited. And waited. And got impatient and pulled a mug from my backpack. This mug is essentially a mason jar with a handle attached, I got it as an extra with a case of beer once! I go to the drinking fountain and I fill up the mug to the brim, and down it. I fill it halfway, and down it again. I fill it up completely once more and start sipping away at it. By the time that's done, I'm at 2 large teas, a large coke, and 2 tall mugs and a half of water. If I wasn't feeling it before then, I was now! The pressure was building, and building fast. Eventually I stood up to fill the mug once more, and gravity hit me like a truck; I could feel each step I took to the fountain jolting into the ache of my bladder. It was not long after this that Rainyday decreed it was time to begin. As I get to each challenge in this story, I will paste the instructions I was given for complete context. I opened the first email in my inbox, and got to reading. FOR ANYONE WHO DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ALL OF THE ABOVE, THE CHALLENGES START HERE!!!! REITERATION OF THE RULES OF THE OMORASHI GAUNTLET (Or as Rainyday likes to call it, "The Alliance Challenge"): I had to be in public view and not hiding, except when the challenge dictated otherwise. I always had to be where I could be seen. This is a rule I'm not normally a fan of, but considering there was a lot of drama in the lotto thread for this particular lotto, I wanted this to be something special to make up for it. I had to bring spare change and a spare pair of underwear with me. You'll see why. If I begin to lose control, I must try to stop to the bitter end. I do not fail until I A) Give up and cave to my desperation and completely empty myself, or B) I lose control so badly that I cannot gain it back, wetting myself completely to the point I'm empty or there's nothing left in me of even remote note. If I gush out and leave a small puddle but regain control, I keep going; I'd drink enough to replace it anyway. If I skipped a challenge, I'd drink a bunch more water and have to wait more before the next challenge as punishment. And if I completed all of the challenges: "You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time." =====CHALLENGE ONE (6:01 PM) "The first challenge is a bit of a warmup. If this isn't difficult at all, then maybe you're not desperate enough, and should wait a bit more and try it again later. Go to the most populated area, and stand somewhere there for five minutes. Your hands either have to be on your phone or tablet, or behind your back, and you have to move your legs as little as possible. Also, if there's a fountain in the mall, go there to do this. Hopefully this will let you figure out if you're desperate enough to start or not." This was a good start. I needed to pee pretty badly, and this told me I was at the perfect starting point. I'd occasionally type away on my phone, or stare at the ceiling or something to try and forget my aching need. By the end of it, it was extremely hard to stay still, and I ended up rocking back and forth on my heels, feeling my skirt sway and create an air current on my bare, dry legs...These legs would be the opposite of dry well before I was done these challenges. I still had my mug of water on me, just keep this in mind. Its easy to forget I have it, so for your convenience know that when I did challenges that required, well, anything, I'd find a place to put it down (Until it was consumed, then the mug goes back in the backpack.) Nobody was taking real notice of me at this point. I sat back down, and went back to talking to my minor audience, (Which included Rainyday). I realized that I had probably drank far too much, far too fast; my bladder was filling at mach 5 and I knew I'd easily be dangerously desperate to pee by challenge 3 or 4. I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to get to challenge 5, half way there, without being a leaky shaky desperate mess in the middle of the mall. I was not wrong.. I started this challenge at exactly 6:01 PM. This marks the starting point of the gauntlet. ====CHALLENGE TWO (6:11 PM) "A fashion challenge. Go into a clothes shop you like, and pick out a nice outfit, at least made of one top and bottom. Try it on in the changing room. Take a picture of yourself in your outfit if you want, you don't have to send it to anyone. After that, you can change back into your normal clothes, and be on your way. " Its a wonder what ten minutes can do to a person. At this point I was getting to the shaky kind of desperate need, I was starting to typo and my legs were beginning to jiggle. Luckily for me, this didn't take too long, as I was next to a clothing store that I'm familiar with, containing a number of articles of clothing I had been looking at during previous visits. I sped through the store, grabbing them, picking a nice very light pink top that kind of fell off the shoulders and had a cat on the front, as well as a pair of black jeans with fake rips in them. I tried them on, and the jeans were...tight. The pressure wasn't helping at all and I very nearly dribbled in them. I managed to hold on though, avoiding disaster, and after I confirmed I did in fact like how I looked in them despite my abdomen that was beginning to bulge, I changed back as fast as I could and got back out front just as my ten minute mark hit. I was beginning to sweat, the build up had been ridiculous and let me tell you, I needed to fucking PEE. I was positive I was not going to finish the run of challenges without disaster, and I was trembling as well as just kind of absentmindedly kneading at the sides of my skirt like mad. This ridiculously increased need to pee made the next challenge hell. =====CHALLENGE THREE (6:21 PM) "We're still in the area of light challenges. This challenge has two parts, you might not be able to do the first depending on what's at the mall. 1- Go into a shop, restaurant or other facility that has its own bathroom. Ask the staff if you can use it. Of course, you won't actually use it, but you'll probably want to stay in there long enough for them not to get suspicious. You can leave after that. If you're turned away, try twice more, and if you get rejected all three times, well, that's that. 2- Similar in theme, go to a shop or stand with a manned counter and buy a drink from them. Of course, you'll have to finish this as well, but you can pace it over the break and the next challenge. " This was torture at its finest. I walked into this shop, almost like an in-mall convenience store. Not going to name stores and things because I like my location anonymity. I hobble up to the counter, shaky desperate and knock-kneed, and ask this poor cashier if I can use the washroom in here. He legitimately did not seem to know what to do, it took him a solid few seconds. I assume he was going to give me directions to the malls public washrooms, but just how fucking desperate I looked (and was!) must have changed his mind, because he very stutterily allowed me into the employee bathroom. I got in there, shut the door behind me, and stared at the toilet. I couldn't sit down, I couldn't finally pee and have my relief, I had to just look at it. I almost completely lost it and pissed myself right there from the psychological torture. I cannot express how much this was killing me. I tried to at the time though! Here's an excerpt of what I was saying to Rainyday at the time: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Im staring at a toilet abd its fuxking killing me 6:25 PM WHEN CAN I LEAVE I think my statements in chat at the time speak for themselves. I had a hand buried in my crotch, bunching up my miniskirt and pressing into me, moaning and whining at myself and willing me to just please don't fucking pee yourself like this. Eventually I did leave. Rainyday was gracious enough to allow me to not buy another drink, given I was still carrying around a big mug of water. I did browse the drinks in the same shop after I thanked the cashier for his kindness to give that part of the challenge more credence though. On another note: Rainyday is literally satan. =====CHALLENGE FOUR (6:32 PM) "I thought I'd fit this in sooner rather than later, because of how long it might take. It's the arcade challenge! Head to the arcade and play a round of the hurricane simulator, and then the chair ride. I'm not sure what difficulty levels they have, but go for whatever's hard without being impossible. After those two, of course it's time for your specialty, DDR. One game of each is fine, or however many plays your money gets you." I would like to reiterate, Rainyday is SATAN. You might have seen me say once or twice around site that there's a few people in these parts who know my name, face, where I live, etc. Rainyday is one of these people, and the fact that Rainy won lotto means we got to go in depths with specifics, like Rainyday knowing what the mall in question has and unfortunately knowing the games I'm good at. This is where the first leakage occurred. The hurricane simulators are nothing special, I wager most of you have seen one. You put in some money, stand in the gigantic capsule, and it starts simulating hurricane winds. It almost ruined my twintails...but it was fun. The wind was cold on my skin which didn't make holding any easier, but luckily I got to just stand there. A few bystanders took notice but mainly didn't care. When I knew for a fact nobody was looking into the capsule I'd cross my legs and hunch the fuck over, occasionally gripping at myself because, you know, verge of wetting myself and all that. My bladder was like a goddamn boulder weighing down my entire lower body pressing on my...you know...wanting out. These winds could not budge this boulder. I also had to grip at my miniskirt constantly for very obvious wind-related reasons. Next up was the chair ride. To elaborate, this is also a simulator. It has like a screen and fans, it blows on your face and the seat itself vibrates, moves, etc. in line with the simulation on screen. In this case, I was virtually on a rollercoaster. Sitting down helped at first, but the vibration sooooorely did not. Luckily this machine is relatively secluded, so I got to stuff both my hands between my legs while the machine made my bladder absolutely suicidal. I'm not sure if I have said this enough or not, but goddammit I needed to PEE. The machine did its job. As I started to hobble over to the DDR machine (Not actually DDR, one of the generic rip offs that is actually just the exact same thing), in the middle of this arcade filled with people, I jolted mid-hobble. To try and describe what happened, it felt like my pelvic floor suddenly steeled itself... My entire body stretched and lurched forward from the sudden tightness in my bladder and below it, and at the height of this, as my legs were knocking together and my body fell forward, my panties got extremely warm extremely fast. Some pee spilled down my thighs, coating my legs and getting on my kneesocks, a fair number of drops pattering on the floor underneath me. In an INSTANT I dropped to a knee, pretending to pick at my boot. The initial impulse was to pretend I was tying my shoe, but my boots have no fucking laces to I had to fake fiddle with the side zipper like a moron. Some dude across the arcade gave me a funny look and I tried to ignore him. Out of my jacket pocket I fished my saving grace: Burger King napkins from earlier! I'm not going to leave a mess behind uncleaned. I wiped it up and stood back up, panting heavily. I was trying so hard to hang on and I had already started losing it. AND I had to go play DDR! DDR was torture. Every step felt like a punch to the bladder and I won't lie, I dribbled a couple of more times while playing it. (I napkinned up after I was done.) But! I managed to finish the song without completely losing control and wetting myself! With a 95% accuracy rating on hardest difficulty, might I add. I'm really good at rhythm games, trivia for you. I normally have no trouble acing this particular song, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy, but certain dribbles soaking my panties and coating my inner thighs caused a fuckup or ten. I got out of the arcade not unscathed, but still ready to continue. Barely. I could feel everything in my bladder about to spill out all over me like niagra falls, getting that sensation where its like you're carrying something heavy and your arms getting tired, but you're only halfway from the car to the house. I was convinced I had no hope. But KozmoFox ain't no quitter. You guys might like the next one! =====CHALLENGE FIVE (6:49 PM) "After that exciting last challenge, here's a calmer one. Type a detailed description (at least 100 words) describing the desperation you're feeling right now. Include this description later in your story, word for word, without correcting any typos. (Maybe if you did something weird and typed up information you don't want shared, you can censor that)." This is self explanatory. I plopped myself on a bench and started pattering away on my phone, on which I have autocorrecty things turned off. Having to describe this made me leak, and I felt it seep out of me and into the back of my skirt in a solid dribble. I almost fucking lost it and completely pissed myself right there typing this. It was utter agony. Here you go, straight from the chat!: "so fucking rainyday is making me write up a fuckin thing on how badly i need to go for this challenge so litsten the fuck up folks let me tell you gravity is fucking KILLING ME i can gfeel it pulsing trying ti get its way out, some of it already has, im extremely damp under this skirt and i have to type this up in puvblic like nothings wrong and just thinking about it is killing me. i just leaked again. i cant stop shaking. i grab at myself whenever i think nobodys looking. im sweating. i cant hold it much longer i sont think but im going to fo my fucking best becuse kozmofox aint no fucking wquitter you heat me" Every bit of that was true and straight from the heart. I was slowly leaking for most of that. Do you know how agonizing it is to be slowly wetting yourself and trying to hold it in, whilst typing up a summary of just how badly you need to go? This did not go unnoticed. I had my legs crossed tight, my jaw clenched, ghostly pale and sweating and fucking bouncing and wiggling and kneading at my legs whenever I wasn't typing, it was not remotely hidden to anyone who looked in my direction. Extremely embarrassing but again...I ain't no quitter. =====CHALLENGE SIX (6:52 PM, was allowed to open early as arcade predictably took longer than 10 minutes.) "We're past the halfway mark. Do you feel you can make it for the next stretch? Fortunately, this one will let you recharge, in a way. Go into the toilet and relieve yourself somehow and let it out for exactly five seconds. After five seconds, do everything you can to stop, no matter what. Maybe this will take some of the pressure off -Bonus: If you relieve yourself somewhere that /isn't/ a toilet, then you can cut five minutes out of the time before you can open the next challenge." I did not even remotely hesitate to take advantage of that bonus. I locked my eyes on the first bathroom I saw, and jogged straight in, hands stuffed between my legs. At this point I wasn't attempting to hide my extreme desperation from the public eye, it was do everything I could to hold it, or I'd completely wet myself dead center of a mall. To my luck, and as I found out afterward, semi cheating, it was a single bathroom. One toilet, not the kind with stalls, just a one person bathroom. Rainyday considered this a mild violation of the rules, as it was not exactly a public area, unlike a stalled bathroom. Rainy understood why I misconstrued that though, especially as earlier one of the challenges almost specifically demanded a private bathroom (Asking to use a staff one) so they let it go. And so did I. This is possibly the least graceful moment of my life. I climbed up onto the sink counter in an absolute, extremely desperate fever, crawling on my hands and knees until I was over the sink. I was positioned like a fucking dog and panting like one too, my beanie fell right off my head. I barely moved my skirt slightly out of the way before I started GUSHING through my panties. Like this was beyond a torrent, I didn't care that I was pissing myself straight through my panties, I needed to get as much out of me into that sink in five seconds as I possibly could. My moans of relief echoed in that tiny bathroom and it felt so good I couldn't even bring myself to feel shame for how this was. It felt orgasmic. Foooor five seconds. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Clamped off. I whined as I shoved my hand into my underwear, doing my best to just STOP PEEING. I spurted twice more, soaking my hand and sleeve, but I stopped. It was so good. I still REALLY needed to pee, but for the moment, I was out of the immediate danger zone. I left the bathroom and walked back to the bench where I left my mug full of water. Yeah remember that? Still a thing. I was still desperate beyond belief, my hands and underwear and even my skirt to a degree were very wet, but I wasn't going anywhere yet. I still had much more to do, and that taste of relief really had me thinking I could pull it off. =====CHALLENGE SEVEN (6:57, got to open it early for completing the bonus!) "Another interaction challenge! You need to have... a tourist mindset? A snapchat one? Basically, ask a passerby to take your picture. I'm not sure whether there's anything in the mall that's worth getting your picture taken in front of, but say it's for a friend, if they ask. Which is the truth, isn't it? If you can't come up with any possible excuse to have someone take a picture or two of you, then ask them for directions to somewhere complicated or far instead. " This one might have been the single easiest. I had just gotten immense relief so I was able to pull it off without being a shaking desperate wet mess! Well...I was wet but this lady could not tell. I smiled, I asked her for two pictures in front of the Valentines display that was still up. She looked to be a soccer mom of sorts, she said she's always wanted someone to ask her to take their picture like this. I handed her my phone, and took my position. Hardest bit was standing completely still, but it was only for a few minutes while she snapped the shots. I just held my hands behind my back, leaned to the side in a cute way, and smiled. Snap snap! Pics taken! This didn't even remotely take 10 minutes, so I just sat back down on a new, different bench, and waited. It should also be noted that this is the period where Rainyday had me drink that mug of water. With my kidneys on overdrive, liquids still cycling through my system, and a new tall glass of water added to the mix, my relief was very short lived. =====CHALLENGE EIGHT (7:07 PM) "Remember the spare pair of underwear I asked you to bring? Go into the bathroom and enter a stall. In the stall, change your underwear to the other pair. Leave the stall and go on your way. Not too hard, hopefully? PS: @Pache says hi. " This also took zero time, but it reintroduced the toilet torture psychology. Given the kidney overdrive had a solid 10 minutes to re-introduce a whole lot of liquid to my bladder, and my bladder and sphincter muscles were just about DEAD, this was the beginning of the end for me. I could barely hold on, period, full stop. Perhaps the volume of pee I was holding in now was less than before, maybe it was more. Point is, I could not reliably hold it anymore, and I found this out when changing my panties of all things. I took my all but destroyed pink panties off and took a look at them. They were dark and saturated entirely from front to back. I placed them in a plastic bag and put them in my backpack. Remember the arcade? Same deal. My pelvic floor screamed at me, my lower body locked up, I fell forward, leaning against the wall and spurted heavily. Given I was wearing no panties it was unimpeded, and shot out, colliding with my thigh and tearing a path down my leg, giving my kneesock a decent soak. I shoved my hand down and kneaded into myself only for another spurt to collide with my hand, causing it to spray in multiple directions and coat my legs. I stayed in that position for a solid 15 seconds before I had decided I had enough control of myself to continue. I put on a fresh pair of grey panties, before taking some toilet paper and wiping the results of my miniature wetting off the floor...Only for me to leak a bunch again when I bent over to do so. The fresh grey panties were only fresh for maybe 10 seconds before I felt the warmness gathering in my underwear and gushed another spurt through them onto the back of my legs and down into my boots. They darkened and were saturated immediately, and not much better off than my original pair. I figured I had just had 3 big leaks in under a minute...that was okay in a bathroom stall, but the public eye? I was mortified that I wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore, but I was so close to finishing the gauntlet....So I went for it. Unfortunately, I was even more desperate to pee than I had been before the 5 second pee challenge. To quote me: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa i neeed rto fucking pee 7:13 PM so fucking bad 7:13 PM its builty back up 7:13 PM and im grtting tired dowen trhereeeee So you know, I was literally on the verge of wetting myself like the damp little girl I already was, smack dab in the middle of a public mall on a friday night. All I could think was....Fuck. =====CHALLENGE NINE (7:17 PM) "Now time for the second plot device: the coins. Count how many you have so you can remember. Then go to a populated area and 'accidentally' drop them all from torso height. Pick them all back up. No rush." The ten minute wait for this challenge killed me by the way. I was literally sitting on a bench (per the norm) with my legs crossed tightly, a hand stuffed between my legs, bouncing like a MADWOMAN and shaking and sweating, glaring at anyone who DARED look at me, goddammit haven't you ever seen someone need to pee before?! Move along!! •KozmoFox> uwaaa i cant stop fucking bouncing on this benhc 7:16 PM people are looking at me 7:16 PM fuck 7:16 PM look away cunts 7:16 PM im just hyper 7:16 PM thats totally it 7:16 PM hyper 7:16 PM 7:16 PM 7:16 PM lets fucking go 7:17 PM IRS TIME 7:17 PM NEXT 7:17 PM AAAAAAA I stood up from that bench, gravity hit me, and for like the 100th time that night, I nearly wet myself completely on the spot. I legitimately buckled and nearly lost it. But I didn't, I just kept my hand between my legs, pressing on my crotch for dear life despite the numerous people around who could obviously see it, and hobbled on. Remember when I said I had to bring spare change as part of the rules? That came into play here. I was terrified, but I wasn't there to cheat, so I went and found the most populated nearby area I could find; an intersection sort of area between a bunch of very popular stores. There was tons of people milling about everywhere. And like a good little Kozmo, I did what I was told! You have no idea how happy I was that nobody tried to help me. I've never been more thankful for uncaring people in my entire life. It was hard to think about much else, as I was literally about to pee myself. I could feel my lower torso about to burst and the need to pee, the need to just give in and let it all flow out right there was so intense I almost actually did it, despite being surrounded by easily like, 60 people. And so I squatted to begin picking up my coins as fast as I possibly could. It really sucked, as I'm a person who carries a LOT of pocket change. The squatting pretty well squashed my bladder, and I discovered it didn't like that. I felt my panties grow warm and wet from their cold and damp state, and a BIG leak came out of me with a PSSHHH. I was picking up nickels and dimes frantically now, trying to get it over with so I could just stand up and get myself back under control. I managed to stop, but it started again almost as fast as it ended. I was slowly wetting myself in that position where everyone could see me. I knew my backpack was dipping down so nobody could see from behind, but if someone cared to stop and look right underneath me they would see the beginnings of a puddle starting to form. The second I picked up the last dime I just took the entire huge wad of napkins from my pocket, wiped it up, and plopped back on another nearby bench. (Malls have lots of benches) Now I was in a position, on this bench, where I was the most desperate to pee I've ever been in my entire life. My muscles were dead. I couldn't hold it. I COULDN'T hold it. I'm positive my constant leaking was the only thing stopping me from fully exploding, giving me just enough leeway to maintain the basest of my integrity just a biiit longer. The wait for the final challenge was the worst. It was agony. I was rocking back and forth, hand pressed HARD between my legs, when I wasn't typing I was literally like, slamming my fist off my thigh. My skirt was wet, front and back, if I stood up it would have been quite visibly so. I could feel the sweat from the sheer effort of holding all this pee beading at my chin. Some people looked very concerned, probably confused as there was a bathroom RIGHT THERE, but I paid them no attention. I could not. I could not afford to do anything but hold it in, and look at my phone. Anything else and I would pee myself, all over the bench in an INSTANT, and I knew it. I was the strangest mix of mortified and determined I've ever been in my entire life. Just a sneak peek as to my state of mind in chat. back of skirt is wet 7:22 PM i have 7:22 PM to fucking 7:22 PM pee 7:22 PM i cant stop like 7:22 PM slamming fist off my upper legg 7:22 PM when not typing 7:22 PM i cant stay still 7:22 PM i NEED 7:22 PM J< 7:22 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa to grp 7:22 PM to hold 7:22 PM i might not making it 7:22 PM to final challenge 7:22 PM im like opn the fucking brink of about tp piss myself 7:22 PM J So yeah, as far as I knew, this was the absolute end. =====CHALLENGE TEN (7:27 PM) "Final challenge! This isn't actually anything too exciting, I tried to arrange the challenges in a good paced order and this just ended up being left over. Go into the bathroom and use the sink to wash your hands for two minutes. You don't need to repeatedly soap them, but you have to keep them in the sink, under running water. If you leak at all during this challenge, you have to stop and leave the bathroom immediately, wait two minutes, and try again. If you leak the second time, then I guess that's this specific challenge failed. But maybe if you've lasted this long without anything worse happening, you could go for the final stretch Remember the passage from the starting rules: You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time. Also, once you've made it to wherever you want to go, before you relieve yourself, there's one last bonus challenge to read and try. Open it when you get there." This following challenge might have been the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. We all know at this point I'm desperate, I'm sweaty and fidgety and whimpery and reaaally soaked. I've leaked at this point more times than I can count, and my skirt/panties/knee socks/boots are suffering DEARLY for it. Honestly, if I were wearing pants, it could have been considered a major accident at the arcade, it would have been extremely visible. At least wearing a skirt and these particular colors it was less obvious. Well, not any more. The front and back are drenched at this point, even this second pair of underwear is beyond saving, and my very visible bare legs are covered in glistening streaks down to my significantly damn knee socks, and I'm sitting there slowly dribbling and leaking more and more into my panties and skirt praying none is getting out to hit the floor. And even after all that, at this moment, I'm more desperate than I have been in my entire life. One more challenge. <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leakage is happengin 7:24 PM i can feel iyt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa i dont dare look down to see if any is escapeing skirt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa fucfccckkk 7:24 PM i have a hdn buried btween my legs and theres people just glangince at me while they walk bu 7:24 PM i cant stop wiggling I get up off my bench and try to bolt to the bathroom. Nice try, me. Easily the biggest leak yet. Almost worthy of being called a full on accident. In that instant, my bladder completely gave out for a single moment. I felt a rush of pee spray out of me and into my underwear, ignoring the obstacle as if it weren't there. It gushed straight down my leg like a tidal wave, you know the kind. Its clinging to your leg but the torrent almost looks like it wants to break off? It streamed right across the back of my leg, tearing a line of heat down my sock and I felt under my foot inside my boot get a bit squishy. I barely got it back under wraps. I HEARD it splatter onto the ground, it was near deafening. I didn't dare turn back. I told myself I'd clean it up in a moment, I couldn't bear to see if anyone had seen. As my hand was in its near permanent position between my legs when I had my mid-stride accident, the front of my skirt that was stuffed there was soaked beyond repair. My giant stain of shame was there for the world to see, although I knew that through the course of the evening, the back was likely far, FAR worse. And so, I attempted the challenge. I started washing my hands, as my legs jiggled and danced, wet and cold as they were. I was going good for a solid 30 seconds when a girl exited a stall and started washing her hands too. Didn't take long for her to look at me. I stared back like a deer in the headlights. "Are....Are you okay?" I nodded as frantically as I could, hands still in the water. I maintained eyecontact with her as the warm water started fucking me over. I started peeing myself, quite badly, all while nodding at her. I just couldn't hold it. I removed my hands from under the water and felt a torrent drench my panties and thighs as it started soaking my socks. She didn't look down, so I'm not sure if she saw the puddle rapidly forming at my feet, but she quickly left. The second the door shut I fell to my knees, stuffed my hands and skirt between my legs, further drenching the skirt but managing to stop the flow. It was bad, but remember the rules. I got it under control, it wasn't a whole lot when compared to the absolute ocean about to explode my bladder, so I was still in the game. Even my jean sleeves were dark at the cuffs, it was humiliating. But I wasn't done yet. I hadn't lost. I could finish the gauntlet. I took some paper towel and cleaned my puddle. I took more, went back out into the mall, got on my hands and knees, and cleaned up my other puddle. I told passerbys I had spilled water, even though there was an old lady across the way that was there beforehand, eying me suspiciously. I leaked more while I was on my hands and knees there, tiny trails streaming down my inner thighs around sensitive areas...I just couldn't reliably hold it, I was that desperate. I was in control one moment, absolutely not the next. I managed to clean everything up, and went back in the bathroom for attempt two. 2 agonizing minutes of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced. My bladder was screaming at me with all the fury of the seven hells to just piss all over the floor where I was standing and just give it some goddamn relief. But I couldn't. I was so close. The entire time, I stared myself in the mirror just muttering. "Don't pee. Don't pee. Don'-- Don't you dare fucking pee." I think someone came in and took a stall at some point. I didn't care. Finishing this challenge was all I cared about. And you know what? I did it. I did it and I almost cried and I immediately messaged Rainyday asking if I was allowed to pee. Guess what? Nope! Remember the rule? I had to go to the parking lot or somewhere else outside. Only then could I relieve myself. I hobbled to the nearest exit, leaking the whole way. Every step I'd spurt a little. I just could not hold it. I was no longer in complete control and I was not getting complete control back. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. You're probably imagining this in a slow dramatic fashion but it was more like 3 steps a second with little bits of pee shooting out of me every go. I was frothing at the mouth. My face felt hot and blushy, my blood racing and rushing, I was drooling and sputtering and moaning and groaning I was just so close and I didn't care who saw. I was a wet desperate mess of a human being, constantly peeing just a little against my own control. My boots squishing every step. I took careful measures to not leave a trail, making sure if my panties and skirt didn't catch it, my jacket sleeves did. Hunched over, knockkneed and hobbling with my hands pressed into my crotch, many would see me and think a walk of shame. Nah, man. I was still going. I had completed the final challenge and was on the home stretch. This was a walk of victory. On a side note? Bladder bulge was ridiculous. I've always seen pictures and been like, why don't I ever have something like that when I hold? Those look ridiculous how does a person hold enough to look like they have an alien inside them? Tonight I finally understood. Jeeeesus. Before I knew it, I was at the car. I opened the final bonus challenge. =====LAST BONUS CHALLENGE (7:39 PM) "Again, nothing too exciting. You've made it to the end, lasted through everything, etc. Well done! So, you can last a bit longer. The bonus challenge is easy: just wait for five more minutes here, and then you can go. Good luck." I read those words and literally, for a brief moment and time, wanted to actually die. It was so tempting. I was in the car lot, next to the car, completely soaked already and just free of the mall and of people and I could just let go right there. But I had come so far, and I wasn't going to allow this to tarnish my victory. Didn't stop me from bitching about it like crazy though. It was so hard. I leaned against the car, one hand holding my area between my legs in a vice grip for dear life, the other holding the phone and reading the encouragement. Reminder that the chat wasn't just Rainyday, several Omo.org friends came to witness my monumental challenge and offer me encouragement and support the whole way through. And they kept telling me. "Come on Crim, you can do it!" "You made it to the end, you can do 5 more minutes!" "You're doing great, keep it up!" "Make us proud, Crim." <--- All of these are direct quotes, by the way. I had a cheerleading squad that made tonight do-able. I would actually like to take this moment to thank @JustCallum, @Rainyday, @Pache, and absolutely NOT @blooper for being the best company and emotional support during an epic Omorashi challenge gauntlet a gal could ask for. Feat. @Lisk who showed up, said like one sentence, and left. Let me tell you guys. I leaked and dribbled and sputtered the entire time. Some spurts were bigger than others, including a notable momentary loss of control where I peed myself for a solid 3 seconds, a torrent destroying any dry fabric left on me as I just moaned into my car window, fogging it up. The cold window felt so nice against my sweaty head. It was around this moment I realized I had somehow, at some point, gotten my T-shirt wet. Figures, given I had been constantly and slowly wetting myself since I had left the fuckin' bathroom after challenge 10. Notable quotes from me, trying to distract myself from the desperate agony, by talking about my desperate agony, because I'm goddamned stupid: KozmoFox> uwaaa im going to piss werywhere 7:36 PM okay <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ohnfuck 7:39 PM i fuck 7:39 PM i dotnt hink 7:39 PM i can 7:39 PM wait 7:39 PM 5 mirwe <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leaking 7:39 PM on ground <•KozmoFox> uwaaa gushed down leffss <•KozmoFox> uwaaa but 7:41 PM regained •KozmoFox> uwaaa i eekp fucking spurting im gonnsa die <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ive ltierslly been slowly peeing myself since i left building hwo am i still 7:43 PM holding <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Rainy 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM when can i 7:44 PM please •KozmoFox> uwaaa pleas ei cant hold it 7:44 PM when •KozmoFox> uwaaa when 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM fucking 7:44 PM say 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM plesse You can probably tell that by the end there I was completely losing control. I hadn't been able to actually hold it for quite awhile at this point, but then? Any semblance of control I had left was slipping. By the time I was doing the single word messages at the bottom, I was steadily and thoroughly pissing myself next to the car, it was streaming down my legs and splashing across my feet and all over the pavement. I was going to say you could 20 seconds ago 7:44 PM But I had to answer your question 7:44 PM You wiiinnnnnn------ 7:44 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa CAN I OR CAN I NO 7:44 PM FUCK Final time: 1:45 of constant desperate agony, from opening the first email, to being told I'm allowed to pee. In this situation, the word "FUCK" coincides with me LITERALLY exploding. The second I read "You win", I couldn't even remotely hold on if I tried. The words registered, my body completely let go. I started peeing full force. And peeing, and peeing, and peeing. Power-peeing, if you will. I didn't so much as move my arm, my entire lower body got soaked, re-soaked, and soaked again in seconds. My panties had no hope against this barrage, I had like three streams going, from off the backs of both knees and through my skirt into my hand, into an extremely heavy stream hitting the ground with all it had. My socks could absorb no more. I actually stepped out of my boots and just stood my soft feet in the growing lake of my making. After like 30 seconds I removed my hand and just relaxed my entire body, letting it flow from straight between my legs onto the ground below. Someone walked by and totally saw that part, but trust me, I was so relieved I could give less of a shit. I felt goddamn humiliated afterwards, sure, but at that moment I didn't care. This relief was worth an orgasm and a half, I felt like I had literally been reborn. By the time I was halfway done I was so relieved and relaxed I could have napped. By the time I was done, I was standing in a lake that would make a hurricane jealous. I actually almost did nap, I couldn't bring myself to start driving so I just sat in the car in my wet clothes and the heat on for like half an hour, just leaning back and chatting in IRC, enjoying not being on the brink of wetting myself like a little girl for the first time in maybe 2 hours. Of course, I had just done exactly that, but who cares? I was also, naturally, PAINFULLY aroused, but this is not the place for that, that's not what this tale is about. I eventually pulled it together, stripped off my bottoms, and drove home like that, where I am now writing about my lovely evening. Reminder one final time. Rainyday is satan. I won't be doing requests like this again for a very long time, if ever again, but damn. To paraphrase myself from the first experience I wrote like 2 years ago... this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've ever done. I'm likely never going to do a hold like this again. I think this hold, this experience, is my magnum opus. My Mona Lisa. It won't be topped by anything I do. Not to be full of myself, but I don't think anything like this exists on the experiences forum, and I'm extremely proud of myself. I put my body and soul (and self-esteem) on the line for you guys. I hope I did you all proud. I hope I captured what omorashi.org is all about today. Thank you all for reading this long as hell tale that might as well be a novel, for sticking with me this long, and for just overall being awesome people. This has been Kozmo-Lotto 4!~ Please tell me what you thought, drop a comment, shoot a message, whatever!! ^^ I love you all, and I hope you have an amazing day!
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    First of all I'd like to start this off by introducing this lovely girl I know. Let's call her... S. S is a girl full of fantasies as well as a lust to explore what is yet unknown to her, to a certain extent. We initially got in touch with eachother in a rather innocent way, as it had nothing to do with any of our kinks what so ever. After a while of having talked to eachother we began talking about what we both enjoyed, and surprisingly I decided to yet keep this kink that I have a secret - for now. Eventually we reached a point where we were comfortable enough to talk about any- and everything and oh boy did we crack open some delicate topics! One of these topics lead to this experience as well as the pictures listed below. The topic we decided to explore was under the Sub/Dom category and involved controlling her... I saw this as a sneaky oppertunity to 'coincidentally' introduce her to the kink which I haved had ever since I was a child - Holding, as I'm sure many if not every one on this form knows of. She was a bit nervous and uncomfortable about it, until the inevitable ending occured; her not being able to hold it any longer and having to give in. She fell in love with this kink and we have since then explored it far more and I will definitely be sure to throw in a few more stories and possibly even pictures of her, as she is very eager to explore further and hear what people have to say! I'll be sure to return some other time with more content - but for now this is all I have to contribute. Have a wonderfully wet weekend, folks. - Mr Strangerous. For those that are curious I can confirm that her age is indeed over 18.
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    As my post promised in that one thread, here it is, a smoking and wetting video from yours truly. Also shows my feet at various times if you're into that ;) Really needed to go, hated to waste it, so decided to throw on some light-colored jeans, light up a smoke, sit down in my No Way Out chair, and try to read the chapter I've been working on. There are only two omo scenes in it, but I only made it to the first one before I started pissing myself a little. I wanted to hold on longer, but Doody (my roommate) came home, so I had to just let go.

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  4. A really nice video I found on twitter! A girl peed her pants on purpose at Kroger and "had to tell a worker" to win something for her friend's bachelorette party. 9obUbrhKQL_d-7Sf.mp4
  5. Hello everyone! I am trying my hand at an interactive tale. It will be a sort of spooky, choose your own path horror story, with omorashi incorporated situationally. I will try to incorporate actions based on the general consensus of the thread and try to meld them together. I have no art, but will try to paint a picture with words. I'll start off light. Here we go! You wake up facedown in the dirt. Wait, dirt? Standing up, you look around, wiping the mud off the knees of your pants. Its foggy. Shaking the cobwebs out of your paining head, you also realize you have no idea where you are. It appears to be a village of some sort, the street underneath you not pavement like you'd be used to back in....where? You look behind you...just more fog. You think you can make out the shapes of trees, but you're not entirely certain. Working through the shock of the moment, you take a moment to process things. You are.....You have no idea who you are. You do not know where you came from, or how you got here, or if you've been here all along. Upon trying to concentrate on remembering too hard, you get random incomprehensible flashes along with sharp stabbing pain in your skull. You look down the street. At the end of the street there are streets leading to the left, right, and further forward still. On either side of you are 3 buildings lining the street on each side, with each building being 2 stories high. The buildings on your right seem like shops, and the ones on your left seem like homes. You take a moment to glance in the window of the house on your left, through the dirt and dust, you only make out darkness. It is here you see your reflection. You're a girl. You gather this much immediately, and a very pretty one at that. Long, brown hair, porcelain skin, and big beautiful blue eyes. You feel smug about it for a moment. You're wearing gray jeans, a bit tight and a bit scruffy. You feel this is odd. You have no idea who you are, but you feel like you're a dress, skirt, or really long shirt person. You shrug it off and continue examining yourself. You have a nose piercing on the left side, a pretty stud. Rosy lipstick, and a nice big black sunhat. That combined with your black and white shirt/overshirt combo makes you feel like you were on your way somewhere nice, and that the scruffiness of the jeans might be an oddly stylistic choice. You like your style...whoever you are. In addition to this, you have some fancy black shoes on. Taking a moment to gather yourself, you notice you have a phone on you, although it is dead, and a book of matches. Now that you have taken account of everything you are, what you have, and your surroundings you ponder what to do. It is also then you realize....the village seems dead. No lights on in any of the buildings. No people. No breeze. Not even the chirp of a lone robin sailing through the sky. A chill goes through you, as you realize that although you remember nothing, in this foggy village you're pretty sure you've never felt more alone in your life. Something isn't right. Your throat is dry. You also feel hungry. These among a swirl of emotions, mostly fear. What is it you do next? Inventory: Dead phone, matches (10) Bladder: [||| ] Nearly empty. --- Hopefully this gives enough of a beginning impression of what I want to do. The rest is up to you guys. Keep in mind, there is no set rules. Go with your gut. If you come across a person, you can be nice, or you can be cruel. In certain situations, you might need to be one or the other to succeed in what you are doing at that time dry....or even alive. Death can happen in various fashions, and what results depend on said fashion. It could be game over, it could be something else. Wetting yourself isn't a game over, although there will be consequences... Don't be afraid to explore. Be unorthodox. Be creative. You just might make it out of this foggy hellhole with your wits about you. Or maybe you won't. Its up to you.
  6. This is both a search and opinion article. First question is, what are the bound2burst videos (besides to pee or not to pee) that you believe are 100% real pee holding accidents even though technically "staged." Which ones are or look the genuine most real to you. I refuse to buy anything less from them. In general whether you find the video you can post it here, or lead me in the direction of where to buy it, or even just talk about the most genuine pee holding accidents you can find. I'm not talking about ones where they stand there open legged peeing going "oh my god I can't hold it" with a fake tone, but the ones that try to hold it until the point they can't. Even if you don't have or can't find it describe it. I want to share ideas and see what people come up with related to this topic. All are welcome! I'm just looking for the absolute best of the best.
  7. As some of you guys may know, I've started selling videos of me peeing myself to earn some extra cash. Sadly, I live at home still, and its pretty hard to find the time where I'm totally alone and can just let go. Today, I was making a video for someone on here, and I figured the best time to do it would be when my family was out with my grandpa celebrating his birthday, especially since I wasn't able to go due to a bad cough I have. I started drinking lemonade as soon as my mom and sister left, and a lot of it too! Sometimes it takes me three bottles of iced tea to get desperate, and I didn't have the time for that, that's almost three liters of juice to drink and I didn't have much time. So I chugged back almost two liters in less than half an hour, hoping that I could get desperate fast. It didn't work as well as I wanted, so I decided to try out one of those flash things that someone posted about using the other day. My biggest problem with that was I get distracted easily and I didn't like how I couldn't press done as soon as I finished a glass of water, and instead I had to wait up to five minutes. So I started playing agar.io (you know, that game with the cells eating the other cells) and checking back at the flash once in a while. When I got to having to press down on my bladder, I knew I was going to have to get ready to start filming. So I went to my room, quickly changed to a pair of light blue jeans that I don't wear, and got set up, all the while with my hands in my crotch not trying to let out any leaks. So I finally got everything together and I started letting go as slowly as possible, when just then, I heard my mom and sister walk in. I didn't realize how late it was! They left at 4:30 and it was already 6:30 and they were home! I didn't know what to do! My blanket was in the living room since it was cold, so I ha no option. I could already hear my mom walking up the stairs. So I quickly finished the video, sprayed perfume in my room, and lit a stick of incense. I was just pulling off my wet clothes when my mom walked into my room. "Why are you getting dressed so late?" she asked "I need to pick up money from dad and I accidentally fell asleep wearing that outfit" Thank god she didn't notice anything, although I think I'm just going to stick to wetting late at night when everyones asleep instead
  8. 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.
  9. 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)
  10. Hi guys, I'm trying to catch up with my posts! I try to take photos quite often, of the whole process, but often times I find myself unable to! I've been having a stronger and stronger bladder recently, and have been able to achieve some significant puddles and wettings. Anyway, this is just a short story. This was the day before halloween, and I was holding whilst talking to homeanddry, as he was at work. I always seem to be holding, but if I have some clothes that need a wash, I just can't resist to well, give them a bit of fun before they get chucked in the laundry. Anyway, a bunch of towels around the house was being washed as well, so I made a little tapestry of towels and held to the limit. I was of course lying on my bed, on my side, back, front, sat up rocking, pacing, both hands between my legs, legs crossed, the whole lot. The outside pressure was constant and with each breath the internal pressure grew and my bladder started quivering. It forced itself out of me at the crotch first, then spread over to my right with another spurt, then cascaded down my legs in miraculous waterfalls. Here's a pic for you all. Hope you like it, I remember the pee running over my left foot and the puddle being significantly squelchy. As a bonus, last night I was going to use the bin I keep in my room, but unfortunately I had used it for something else, so despite my efforts to hold to use it, I had to run to the bathroom at the last minute. I waited until I really really had to run for it, and my housemate stopped me to talk to me about something inane. When I got to the bathroom I slammed the door and ran to the toilet, turned around and began peeing full force before I'd managed to tuck my fingers under the pj waist band to pull them down! Made quite a large wet spot in my panties and had a very relieving wee. Okay, finally, I tried this morning to use the bidet we have in Italy to pee in, but the plug doesn't hold water too well so it went down the drain and I couldn't see how much there was! I might try blocking the plug and doing it before too long (I'm at about a 6/7 now) what do you guys think? Anyway, I will locate the rest of my pictures, most of them post-hold wettings that I'm really proud of, and hopefully I'll get the house to myself a bit more soon, I'd like to lose control at the dining table again! Peace out EQ x
  11. 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.
  12. Hey so I had this whole thing written out but the website deleted it all, oh well. Anyways this is about the game Life is Strange, where a girl (Max) has the power to rewind time. This is told in a past tense narration, and switches to her then-present tense mind sometimes. My adventure was really amazing, but there are some parts that you didn't hear. These were… less glamorous, to say the least. I cut it out, but I'll let you hear it. Okay heres what happened: Okay so I was at the end of the world party, and I needed to find Chloe and Nathan desperately, but the only thing I needed more desperately was the bathroom. It was probably the worst I had ever needed to go, well beside that time in Seattle, it's a long story, which I shouldn't bore you with, but I will. So it was a sunny day, I was wearing my typical get-up (t-shirt, hoodie, jeans), and I was at a concert. I went with my friend, who kinda ditched me for some dude. I don't even remember which band it was, I was just there for the friend. As you may know, concerts have notoriously long bathroom lines. I, of course didn't account for this. My friend was kind of a roadie, so we got into this pseudo-VIP lounge area, with an open, free bar. Now a little secret, I have a weakness for Shirley Temple (The drink, not the actor of course). Like screw guys. Two words. Shirley. Temple. So I must've drank a hundred of these (probably more like 4). I have what I like to consider a very tiny bladder. People say I actually have a big one, as I don't pee as often as them, but to me, it's really small. I still have to go once every few hours. Kinda sucks I don't have an iron bladder like Chloe. Anyways so after these many Shirley temples I'm on a sugar high, and then it hit me like a truck. It's like someone just turned my bladder nerves on and suddenly my hands shot to my crotch, and my legs crossed, knees bent, holding in my pee. So I honestly felt like I was going to pee right there, but I figured this VIP lounge had some sort of bathroom, right? So I look around, nothing. The music is blasting, and the lights are flashing, so I figure I may be missing it. I keep looking, as I keep getting desperate, and I begin to regret those heavenly red drinks, which are now slowly trickling into my bladder. Then I see a bathroom. The only problem, is that there is, of course, a very VERY long line. Just the thought of relief made my need that much worse, and I even leaked into my panties a little. I expected the VIP bathroom line to be nearly nonexistent, but to no avail. I know I won't be able to make it if I wait in that long line. So I keep looking. I'm getting more desperate by the second, occasionally leaking. I'm bouncing a bit and it's helping some. I then see a bright white light which appears to be a hallway. I go as fast as I can to see down the hallway. Then I see that beautiful, generic sign of a woman in the skirt, and most importantly, no line. I nearly broke into a sprint, until I realized I had to pee so bad I couldn't remove my hands from my crotch, or uncross my legs, or my jeans would've become a few shades darker blue. Either way I leaked a little bit and felt my panties dampen. So I slowly trudge my way through this fluorescently lit white hallway, with the stupid punk music in the background. I take one hand off my wet crotch and I already feel the effects of the lessened pressure. I felt like my pee was mere seconds from bursting out and wetting my jeans like some child. I hear some guy in the distance yelling, but I'm way too far gone to care. The man gets closer and I've just opened the door when he grabs me and shoves me. I leak even more, to where it's probably visible on my jeans. “This is a restricted area miss, you can't be back here!” You've got to be kidding me. It's a security guard. As much as David was a lifesaver (literally) I still hated him at his job. All security guards seem to hate me. “I. Uh. Just need to use the. Uh. bathroom” I kinda sounded like a complete idiot, but cut me some slack. I hoped my body language would help me in this case against the man. “Well you can go and wait in line with everyone else.” “I don't know if you're blind but I don't think I'll.. Oh! make it” I leaked into my panties. And my crotch feels soaked. I look to examine the damage, and my crotch is noticeably dark and glistening, but it could be worse, I could still hide it with a hoodie. “Okay miss, I'll allow it, just for the sanitation crew’s sanity.” Hah they both start with San-. Whatever. WAIT! I just got permission! “Thanks!” I mutter, and I rush into the bathroom. I shut the door, and see the toilet. Just looking at the toilet makes me leak into my panties even more. I begin to take off my jeans when I realize I have a belt on. “Max what kind of girl wears a belt?" I think to myself “Oh!” I moan. I leaked even more, there were now lines running down the inside of my jeans. And i could feel my pee slowly trickling out. I instinctively shot both hands to my crotch, which undid my progress on the belt. I realize that I can't stop myself from peeing, so I try my best to take off my belt and slide my pants and panties down. I sit on the toilet and moan in relief. It's over. It's finally over. I examined the damage, and it's bad. But thanks to the low lighting, I hoped nobody noticed. Sorry to get sidetracked. Back to the main story. So I'm at the dumb vortex club party at the pool area, and I urgently need to pee. So I look around, and it was almost like the concert all over again. Except I actually knew where the bathroom was, and I knew people here. I make a beeline for the restroom. Despite figuring I should probably focus on the task of Chloe and Nathan, my need was too much. I rush in and Justin sees me. “Hey Max how's it hangin” god he sounds like Bill Clinton higher. “Oh um. Yea I'm fine.” I should really go, but I guess I'll be polite. He rambles on about his drama, as I pretend to be interested while I pretend I'm not about to wet myself. “Anyways thanks for talkin’ Max, don't be a stranger” God I wish. I finally get in line, and it's longer than since I got in here. What the heck, there were like 6 girls in line, now there's 8. The first and second girls look like they are even worse than me, and are about to piss themselves. The first girl is yelling at whoever is in there. The second girl has her hands really close to her crotch, daring to possibly grab herself. The third girl is kinda chilling, and is occasionally rocking back and forth. The fourth and fifth girl look like they have to go very badly. The sixth and seventh girl don't seem to need to pee at all, and directly in front of me is Dana, who looks like she's at nearly the same level of desperation as me, if not worse. She's wearing her cheerleader outfit, and stepping back and forth, lifting her knees as she does, with her fists clenched. At this point my legs are crossed, and I have to bend squat a bit every once in awhile to alleviate the urge. There's 2 urinals, both empty, and some dude is passed out over another toilet, without a stall. The only useable toilet has a bra on top, and I can only imagine some chick passed out in there or somebodyis having sex. God this sucks. “Hey Dana” I say, figuring I need to keep my mind off my bladder. “Hi Max, this is quite the line huh? God I'm about pee myself” she says laughing, but underlying sounds mortified. We make a bit of small talking until the conversation dies out, we both need to focus on keeping the urine inside of our bladders. Five minutes later and the line hasn't moved an inch. I'm really starting to regret those couple waters I had at the barn. The first girl, looking like she will pee any second, finally says screw it rushes towards the toilet. She pushes the guy off the toilet pulls off her pants and goes to the bathroom, in view of everybody, including some guys. You can hear the pee splatter into the water and it just makes all our needs that much worse. I bend my knees and out my hands in my crotch, and I hear Dana moan a little and she continues her extreme bouncing and puts her hands in her crotch too. Apparently it was too much for the second girl. She finally did resort to holding herself, and the front of her skirt is soaked, and you can hear the pee hit the floor. She's wetting herself. “Poor thing” Dana quietly says to me. Unfortunately for the second girl, but fortunately for us, a couple comes out of the stall. I don't recognize them, but I can tell they definitely just did it. The third girl rushes in, and we assume she does her business. Man I bet Warren wishes he was here. He gave me a flash drive, which he forgot to take his porn off of. I took a peak, and found these "omorashi" videos. Guess that's some weird Japanese thing or something. Anyways, The fourth and fifth girl, who appear to be friends, suddenly got super desperate. Like I can't believe they weren't actively peeing themselves. They both unanimously decided that they would just piss in the urinal. The one pulled down her panties and pulled up her skirt, while the other pulled down her jeans and panties, and they peed into the urinals. “God do they have no shame?” Dana asks me. I shrug, or as close as I can to a shrug in this situation. So now there's only 4 of us left, and the first two don't seem to need to pee at all. “Hey do you mind if we cut in front? My friend and I REALLY need to go.” Dana says to the girl in front of us, her voice full of pleading desperation. She looks like she's about to pee herself, but then again so am I. “Um… I was here first, sorry.” God that girl is a witch. Dana is crying, and her mascara is running. She's jumping up and down, her hands deep in her crotch, and I feel so bad for her. I can Though I need some time for self pity. My legs are crossed extremely tight. I have my hands really deep in my crotch, doing whatever I can to delay the inevitable I feel myself leaking a little. It probably isn’t quite visible.. Finally Dana cries out and she pees her panties. She slides down the wall, and I feel awful for her. But I have my own problem right now I'm leaking more every second.. The girl finally comes out of the stall and the next girl goes in. I feel absolutely helpless, and I still have a girl in front of me. I'm leaking far too much for my own good. God I am so desperate, I'm crying. The girl comes out and the other goes in. Come on Max, just a minute or two more. I try to resist the urge but it's too much.Finally it's too painful. My pee forces itself out. I stand there mortified, as pee soaks my panties, then my pants, and then the floor around me. I cry and wonder what I can do. I can't do anything with my pants soaking wet. I am then reminded that I can rewind time. Thank god for that. I rewind back to when I first entered the party. God my bladder is full again. And it feels even worse after having just had that amazing relief. I, again, make a beeline to the bathroom. Justin calls me but i tell him I don't have time, and I get in line. I'm seventh. I just barely ended up behind the sixth girl. Now I shouldn't pee myself, if everything goes the same. The first pees in the open toilet, the second wets herself. The third goes in after the couple comes out of the stall, the fourth and fifth go in the urinals, and I wait for the third girl to come out. I'm extremely desperate and already began to leak a little bit, but thankfully the third girl comes out. The sixth girl goes in, and I think I'm gonna make it. I hear Dana moan behind me, and I feel awful. I can't stand to see my friend like this, but I have bigger issues. I'm nearly flooding my jeans, and I finally hear the flush. Just that makes me leak, and finally the girl comes out and I dash in, and I pull down my panties and pee. The pleasure is nearly orgasmic, and I finish quickly in hope Dana has a better will this times I walk out and I see Dana, sitting on the floor crying, and you can see her panties, soaked. Behind the girl. God I can't do this to Dana. I reluctantly rewind again. Man it never gets better. The pressure on my bladder is immense. At this point I'm gonna try a different strategy. I find Dana outside of the bathroom, and ask her to go swimming. I take off my layers and we go in. The frigid water makes me spurt, and I just begin to go. I release the contents of my bladder. I close my eyes and it feels amazing. Then everyone gasps.and the water surrounding me turns purple. God what is this “Grown Ups”? The whole entire pool is disgusted, and I rewind. God my bladder is SO full. It feels like every rewind my bladder becomes slightly more full. I guess that must be my bladder muscles being tired. This time I race to find the two idiot girls who barely had to pee, and push them into the pool without them knowing it's me. They don't call me the Blackwell ninja for nothing. I'm waddling at this point. And I go to the bathroom. I reject Justin, and get in line behind Dana. The first and second girl already peed, and the fourth and fifth are currently pissing in the urinals. I assume the third is inside the stall. Dana looks absolutely desperate. She sees me and I feel like I may need to pee even worse than her, thanks to the fatigue of my bladder muscles. I already have leaked to where it is visible. I definitely do not think I can make it till after her. She then suddenly asks. “Hey I owe you one for lending me the flash drive and resolving that Victoria sitatuation. Thank god, I actually had to pee almost worse than now while I was locked in my dorm. Anyways do you-Oh!-wanna go in front?” I freeze time, and my insane urge to pee doesn't go away, but it doesn't grow. It honestly feels kinda nice. Anyways I contemplate the decision. I know Dana can't hold it for me to go, but I also know that I can't hold it either. But I can try. I'll let her go first. “You can go, I'll be fine.” Dana looks relieved. The girl comes out of the stall, and she rushes in. I struggle to keep the pee in. I already leaked to where my crotch is plenty shades darker than the rest of my jeans, but I pray Dana goes quickly.. I leak even more and then eventually my jeans go from a light blue to dark navy. I start crying. It feels so good, but I'm mortified, imagine if someone sees me like this. This is so unfair. I rewind a little bit, and tell Dana that I will go first, and thank her profusely. My urge to pee is so strong. I'm actively leaking, and I can't stop it. The girl comes out, and I rush into the bathroom, and barely get my panties down before I start to pee. I pee as quickly as I can, in hopes of possibly saving Dana. God it feels so good it's like pure ecstasy. I finish and rush out, but I see Dana, on the floor crying with a wet cheerleading outfit. I rewind a little by one last time. I can't do this to a friend. I tell Dana she can go, and I run out into the party, in pure despair and desperation. I've never had this sense of urgency. Thank god it is dark, as then they can't tell that I'm already leaking to where it is really visible. Moving actually helps me hold it in, and I'm hoping I can possibly make it outside and find a bush. As I'm running out I hear a familiar voice coming from ahead. It's Warren. My relationship with Warren was complicated. I liked him, but I wasn't sure if I liked him romantically. Anyways he sees me, and I'm running with my hands in my crotch obviously desperate to pee, and I see him just stare. Heck it wasn't even a stare he was basically ogling me. I then remember his whole "omorashi" thing and get an idea. He stops talking and I run towards him. He's standing on an uncrowded sidewalk, and I tell him that I'm about to pee myself and I need his help. He just stands there, and he tries to answer but his brain just seems fried. I, distracted by Warren, leak and pee myself. It feels so good, and I hug him and collapse into him. He comes to his senses and kisses me passionately. I then rewind and decide I wanna do this differently. I rewind just a little bit, from when I see Warren, I run to him. I feel the pee nearly coming out. I yell for him to go to the other side of the building where nobody is. I grab his hand and drag him behind the building and kiss him. Boy do I kiss him. I push him to the ground and straddle him, biting my lip. I'm grinding on top of him, trying hold my pee, but leaking a lot. He stops and says “You can go and pee y’know” and, I just wink. And then I pee on his crotch, through my panties, my jeans, his jeans, and his boxers. We kept making out and he put his hand in my crotch as I peed, and it escalated from there It was the most amazingly arousing thing I've ever done. I wanted to do it over and over again. The best part was... I could. thanks for reading! ~B
  13. It was a day, seemingly like any other...... You were brought along to a mall by a few of your friends, intent on going on a shopping spree. Clothes, food, games, the whole nine yards. And, though you were worried about being just a bag carrier the whole time, your worries are abolished entirely as you realize what mall it is.... An extravagantly large mega-mall...With stores of just about every kind, from wall to wall! You reckon it's the largest store you've ever laid eyes on...And, it's quite a pace just to get to the first store they're looking for..... Good prices too, which you find excitable despite your lack of mall knowledge...and it's not even that busy today! It almost feels like a dream, too good to be true.... ..... And after a while....you realize that something terrifying has happened.... People start scurrying..moving from one place to another. Voices whisper in a panic, and the security guards seemingly vanish....People disperse...and, for a while..You wonder what's going on, before you see them... Zombies. A horde of living dead, hobbling...groaning...and stretching out....ready to act...ready to kill..... And, in a cruel twist of fate, it seems you've found yourself trapped in the mall...for three days. This story begins...shortly after you and your friends take temporary shelter in one of the Toy stores. What was once a place of fond nostalgia has degraded to a makeshift barricade...As you eye an elevator on the other side of the hall.... You've seen people escaping to it.....Going to a safe area, likely......But, they're not important right now.... The only question now is.... Can you survive? =============================================================================================================================================== Authornote: As the title suggests, this is the start of Faust's Zombie Adventures! A few things need to be laid out, but It shouldn't be too worrying. After all, the zombies aren't that fast...and not nearly as smart as you all can be.... So, everything should be fine....Have fun. [Important notes/Decisions] [Main Character Role] You have two options for a main character, in this. This will have a touch of effect on the story, but mostly, it determines who you want to be running around the mall as.... AuthorNote: Oh, right..Stats...To simply put it... Strength: Affects how many [Extra] items you can carry with you. Each person starts with [3] slots, and gains +1 for each stat.... Endurance: Affects how many hits you can take, from Zombies or otherwise, before needing a break. [If using a Female character: Also controls the number of drinks you can take in before needing a potty Break] Speed: How Fast you are, when moving. [Through a horde, or otherwise]. Bravery: Affects your willingness to do dangerous things.... [If using a female character: Willingness to go outside of a toilet.] Charisma: Affects your ability to win over a situation or a person, without needing to do extra things. [And in some cases: Likely chances of starting a lewd situation] Luck: How lucky you are. [Random events occur, and a luck stat may overcome a bad stat in a pinch.....] Authornote: If a character's stat contradicts something that is in their listed powers/weaknesses, the power/weakness takes precedent. ================================================================================================================================================ Authornote: So in short....Faust needs you all to pick [1] Character to play as, and [1] character to follow you through the opening. Faust intends on there being a [Party] System a touch later...But It'll come up when it does. So, for now...Faust will wait for replies, and ponder.... [Feel free to ask additional questions, if you wish to know more...]
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    WARNING: Contains nudity (I'm topless in this one) Just my latest vid. @icewolf came over to play tonight, and I just had to get a vid of myself peeing in his boxers!

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    WARNINGS, etc: This video isn't of the highest quality, but it's still very hot. Contains frontal female nudity. The Seth Rollins action figure I give a nice golden shower to isn't the one I'm in a relationship with, though it is very similar-looking. (Oddly, he looks a lot less grumpy now.) Happy holidays, so here's a 10 minute or so video from me with a little something for everyone. If you like desperation, cigarette smoking, wet jeans, wet undies, action figures being played with and peed on, naked peeing, risky peeing (on an unprotected bed!), feet, boobies, or pussy, or all of the above, you'll like this video.

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  16. Happy Holidays Solo Pee Play View File WARNINGS, etc: This video isn't of the highest quality, but it's still very hot. Contains frontal female nudity. The Seth Rollins action figure I give a nice golden shower to isn't the one I'm in a relationship with, though it is very similar-looking. (Oddly, he looks a lot less grumpy now.) Happy holidays, so here's a 10 minute or so video from me with a little something for everyone. If you like desperation, cigarette smoking, wet jeans, wet undies, action figures being played with and peed on, naked peeing, risky peeing (on an unprotected bed!), feet, boobies, or pussy, or all of the above, you'll like this video. Submitter LucyVersion2.0 Submitted 12/25/2016 Category Pants Wetting  
  17. In this topic i will post some sightings i have had during the years. I will start with one from late eastern 2014: A wet girl coming from the local train: I was riding the local train home from work after a long day. It was around 20:00 o'clock in the night. I got off at one of the stations in the city centre . As i went along the train side towards the escalator up to ground level i noticed two girls in front of me. They had gotten off from the same train. But the thing that caught my attention was a very visible wet patch on the butt of one of the girls. She was wearing very dark blue jeans and a long beige jacket. Her jacket covered her entire butt. And on her jacket there was a very distinct wet stain. It formed the shape of a half circle, and covered her entire butt. I suspected immedeately that she had peed herself, sitting with her jacket partially underneath herself. I got slightly closer. I was not able to see any wetness on her jeans, though. Maybe that was because her jeans were very dark, and any wet stains would be hard to see. I hadn't not seen any of those girls on the train, so they must have been in a different carriage. They continued up the escalator. I was a couple of meters behind them now. The girl with the wet stain but her hand on the wet spot, and rubbed it around. She whispered something to her friend. Her friend looked at the wet stain and said: "Neida, det synes ikke" / "No, it's not visible". Which was obviously a lie. It was visible as hell. As they reached the station hall i heard her friend ask: "Skal du på do før vi drar videre?" / "Do you want to go to the toilet before we proceed?" I didn't hear her answer. But they started walking towards the subway station, in the same building. And in the opposite direction of the toilets. So obviously, she didn't want to go. I went towards the subway station too, to catch a ride the last leap home. I was a few meters behind those two girls all the time. But still i was not able to see any wetness on her jeans. Maybe the stain was limited to her butt area? Or maybe it was because her jeans was so very dark blue that it the wetness wouldn't be very visible at all, in not so bright light? Once more she rubbed the wet area on the bottom of her jacket and asked her friend: "Er du sikker på at det ikke synes?" / "Are you sure it is not visible?" Once again, her friend lied to comfort her and said no. At the platform on the subway station she stood with her butt against the wall all the time. Hiding the wet stain. It didn't take long before she started crossing her legs tight. She looked unconfortable, rubbing the wet stain on the backside of her jacket every now and then. And most of the time she held her hands together in-front of her crotch. When the next train arrived i got on. And that was the last i saw of her. In my area there are a mix of quite old and new trains used in the local traffic. The old type have the toilets closed off in urban and suburban areas, as they are equipped with old-style train toilets who flush directly on the ground. Which is unacceptable nowadays. This has led to a few desperations, and also some wet sighting like this through the years i've riding the local trains to work. But the old trains, with the toilets sealed off are now being phased out in favor of newer ones. Some of them are also upgraded, but they are now equipped with vacuum toilets. So i don't expect much more sightings on the local train in the future, though.
  18. Faust simply couldn't resist....After playing through so many of the games, and having been driven for a good story to write through in such a while...Faust has finally caved, and decided to write one that runs along a familiar storyline... A Pokemon storyline! Faust figured he could write a bit of a story about Pokemon things...Though, for this time, it won't be an interactive. No, Faust wants to write his own sort of experience with the game....[Moon, in case one asks]....And, as a result...here we are! Though, Faust will warn...This first section is less on the lewd fun, and more on the....well, plot. And, most importantly... There are possible spoilers that will be throughout the story. Especially for this first chapter. If you have not played the games, and wish to remain unspoiled...Faust highly advises you to shy away from this story. Faust apologizes..... So, with a sizable little gap...and some work..Faust presents.... [Faust's adventures in Sun/Moon] ================================================================================================================================================ [Spoiler-inducing Plot starts here] 'Alright....This is it.' The boy had been plotting this for weeks....Saved up his allowance for months on end, and waited. He knew it wasn't a good idea...He knew that his mother would be upset, but.... 'The way they treat it.....' he thought, with a cringe as he thought back to the first time he saw...it.. They were running some kind of experiment, and it went out of control....So, they sealed it with some kind of.....mask. And, what's worse...They continued to experiment on it....trying...failing...and freezing it between attempts. Even if they all insisted that it didn't matter...That it was just a tool...A means to an end......He knew better. Just because the adults thought he was too young to understand...He could see the pain in it's eyes.... He couldn't say why, but he felt a bond with it.....and he had to do this, even if his mother would hate him for it. Even if he'd have to leave her behind.... He couldn't let it remain tortured by those cruel experiments..... He glanced down at the rucksack along his back..... He didn't have a bunch of supplies....but, he took what he could gather. He wouldn't be able to return ever again....... 'I'm sorry...' he thought back, remembering the face of another...Someone he had to leave behind.... 'But...this is something only I can do..' A figure in a white outfit paced by, and the boy flattened himself against the wall. He had to make use of his small frame to get through this....To pull this off. 'If I'm found doing this, there won't be any second chances.' he thought to himself....As the figure paced by him....And he had his chance. The boy scampered as quietly as he could across the halls, towards a certain door...And cautiously pushed open the door......Nervously peering in. One person, and this whole thing would be for naught...... But, he breathed the smallest sighs of relief. There was no one....As he had hoped. The boy opened the door, and moved over to a familiar panel...Having watched the scientists do it so many times..... 'I'm here..' he thought, sliding his hands over a button, and pressing it... Kshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..... He could hear the machine coming to life, and the being he had come to save slowly rearing it's head again. It was like something out of a horror movie that almost resembled a dog....... An axe blade on it's head, mounted on top of a rust-colored mask that hid it's face....Green Talons in place of front legs....A dorsal fin in place of a tail...feathers in place of the dog's neck, and seemingly mundane hind legs, were adorned with violet scales. To the common eye, it was an abomination....To the scientists, a stepping stone in pursuing a greater goal.....But to him, it was an animal that had succumbed to far too many tortuous experiments....Pushed far too hard to accomplish something it couldn't do in the unreasonable time period they expected it to. Perhaps it was the horrid expectations that lead the boy to form an attachment with it..... "They call you Type: Null..." the boy called to himself, as the being started to rise up. "Saying you're 'Nothing.' ......That if you can't meet their goals, you're worthless.." The monster gave a sort of low growl, crimson eyes behind the mask glaring back at the boy as he dug through his bag...And pulled out a small spherical object. Red on the top, white on the bottom.... "I don't know if this will even work, but.." the boy called, holding it up. "I can't very carry you out of here. But maybe..." The being lunged at this, pouncing on the boy, as it let out a sharp cry. The boy flinched..... Was Null becoming feral again? The green talons dug into his outfit, shredding the fabric like tissue paper...As the being glared down at him...Crimson eyes looking like they were gazing into his soul. "I'm not your enemy....." He quietly called, as he felt the talons digging a bit deeper. "I'm here to help you....If you'll let me." The being showed no signs of understanding, feeling as if it was about to tear him into pieces....Before it relented, and backed up off of him. The boy slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, before climbing to his feet again, not once breaking eye contact. "Will you trust me, Null?" He called, the being looking back at him silently. For a few moments, the tension in the air was palpable....Before it slowly knelt down on it's talons, and lowered it's head in what was unmistakably a bow. The boy gave the smallest of smiles, as he moved to pick the ball up off the floor from when he was tackled....And lightly tapped it against the beast's mask. To his marvel and relief, the beast was suddenly encompassed in a red light, as the sphere opened up....and the being was whisked away into the object. It rocked a few times in his grip, before closing with a soft Ka-lick....And he held it up. "I promise I'll keep you safe...Null.." he solemnly swore to himself, tucking the ball away and starting out. The hard part had been over....Now, he just had to make it back.... He wanted to go back to his sister's room...He wanted to bid her farewell...To let her know his plan...But.... 'I can't...I shouldn't take any unnecessary risks..' he thought to himself, riding the lift up to the docks, and tugging the straps of his bag firmly. 'I've already done the hard part....Now, I just need to..' He wished he had a hat. If he did, he could have easily passed off as just another tourist of the area....He could have slipped out in the broad daylight off of the island. But, as it was..... "So, your mind is made up Master?" a woman's voice called, as the boy closed his eyes...cringing a bit as he held his hand over his face. "Yes...." he called, firmly. "It's too late to back out now. I've already taken Null, so..." The woman's voice didn't seem upset...More, amused. "Stealing a pokeball, and then taking such an important tool.....You know she won't be happy with you." "Well, with a mother like that, I'd rather be an Orphan." the boy sneered, turning with a glare. "Is the boat ready?" "Of course, Master." the woman mused, bowing. "Just remember. No matter what, you'll always have a place here, Master G.." "Don't give me that sappy talk.." he snapped back, pacing on. "If I never come back here, it'll be too soon. Just....Do me a favor, will you?" "Anything, my young master." the woman called, leading the boy out. For a few moments, the two were silent...As the boy gave a last, fleeting look to the upper part of the building. "Watch after her for me, will you?" he stated, in just as firm a tone as he had with Null. "I'll keep an eye on your sister as best I can...Master." the woman mused to him....As he stepped onto the boat. "Thank you..." ..... ........... ................. After a ride that seemingly lasted forever, the boy could feel his heart finally returning to a normal pace, as he started off the boat and towards the first building he could recognize. "Do you have any rooms for rent here?" he demanded immediately, as the woman behind the counter turned to look at him. "Ah...We sure do, but aren't you a bit young..?" she asked...as he reach into his bag, and pulled out a large stack of bills...Slapping them down on the counter. "I'd like to reserve one for as long as this will get me." he stated firmly, "That's not a problem, is it?" "Well..No.." the woman started. "But...This would cover you for several months...maybe even years! Are you sure you want to spend this much money? You might be able to buy a house for this much..." "I don't care.." the boy snapped firmly, as the woman looked visibly uncomfortable at taking such an offer... "I just need a place to stay for a while." "Well.....okay. If you say so." the woman called, picking up a key from behind the counter, and holding it to the boy. "Two doors down on your right. Just...Um..make yourself at home then." "I will..." the boy called, taking the key...and starting out. As he paced down the outside, he saw the sun coming up...and gave a small sigh. 'She's probably waking up about now..' he thought to himself, before shaking his head. 'I'm sorry...But..I had to do it. Forgive your brother...would you?' This was his life now....His, and Null's. He looked at the pokeball with a tensed, almost angry sigh....before sliding the key into his door, and starting in. Grogginess hit him like a wave from the ocean finally crashing ashore. He barely had the energy to shut his door, and drop his bag before collapsing onto the makeshift bed. It wasn't as fancy, or regal as the one he was used to, but... It was good enough. It'd have to do, for as long as he would keep this up..... ..... ........ Several miles later, a younger girl would be waking up to a damp bed of her own, blushing brightly and sniffling. "A..Ah...Uwahh.." she lightly stated, rubbing her eyes. "I.it happened again. I...I hope Big brother can help me with the mattress again....." She shuddered to think of how her mother would scold her if she knew she was still having problems with wetting the bed. She just...had so many bad dreams....And she couldn't help it. She gingerly hopped off the bed to inspect the damage, her own pajamas soaked and cold from the experience. She took a few calming breaths, before moving to sneak through the hallways...To a room that she didn't know was now vacant. With no letter telling of his destination, no explanation of why.....Where....or how. She didn't know how rough the next few years would be...How much his little break-out affected their 'Research' she was unaware about...And, most worrying of all..... .... ..... She had no idea she herself would go through the same thing in a few years time....With an entirely different pokemon, abused for it's power and potential. Not to mention, a much less clean getaway...... ========================================================================================================SpoilerEndslinehere================ ...... .......... ............. "....ust........Fa..st....Faust!" another voice called, snapping a similarly young boy out of a trance, quite a while later. "Wake up! We've finally arrived in the Alola Region!" The boy in this case lightly shook his head, emerald hair matted to his neck from the heat of the area invading the windows of the moving truck. He let out a quiet sigh at this...As the woman nudged him gently. "C'mon, don't be all pouty! We're in Alola now! It's a Beautiful island paradise!" she called happily, grinning. "I know you miss it back in Kanto, but you'll come to love it here...I just know you will!" "Yeah....I guess." The boy sulked, lightly closing his eyes as the woman opened the door, the beautiful, bright sunlight permeating the air....And lightly jarring the boy's attempts at dozing off again. "And I've got an old friend that I think you'll just love to meet!" the woman added, grinning. "Especially since you just had your birthday!" "Yeah, Mom.. While we were Moving." he snapped, clearly sounding bitter. "I sure loved skipping out on a party and all that." "Well, what I have planned is even better than a party." She mused, grinning. "but...I think I'll let you wait and see..." The boy gave a low leer at his mother, as several figures that had the muscles of body builders, but greyed skin and four arms appeared from the mover's pokeballs.....Pokemon, meant to carry heavy loads for them. "For now, I'd say just get settled. Maybe take a look around town honey?" the mother called, gently nudging the boy. "Get a real feel for the area, you know?" "I'd rather get some sleep.." the boy admitted, as the woman chuckled, and shook her head. "At least give the place a chance." she mused, grinning. "Then, you can just sleep your life away like a Komala." "Fine, fine.." the boy grumbled, slinking away with a sigh. Alola was...bright that was for sure. And, everything looked so vibrant and full of life. Something that he clashed with horribly.... "Can't believe we just moved out here.." Faust mumbled to himself, stifling another yawn. "Says she loves all of the pokemon here, but won't even let me get one. I swear..." It seemed like a nice sort of getaway...But not a place he wanted to stay. Kanto had been a bit adventurous in the past with Team Rocket, but....It was generally a safe experience. He had been excited to be getting his first pokemon, but with his mother's impeccable timing... They were on the road when he was supposed to be talking to professor Oak.....When he could have gotten a Charmander, a Bulbasaur, or a Squirtle. 'Hell, even a pikachu would have been fine.' he thought to himself, sighing. 'Do they even do anything like that here in Alola? I heard there were no gyms around here. They don't even have a pokemon league...So, they might not even have someone passing out pokemon....' He couldn't hide his disappointment as he passed through the small town...Seeing people greet one another, but generally avoiding him. He could already feel it... He didn't belong, and he would end up hating every minute of his time in Alola. Nobody wanted to speak with an outsider, and without a pokemon, he didn't dare to walk into the tall grass. He was about to double back and go back home, when a voice caught his ears. "You..want to go to the ruins Nebby?" a girl's voice called...looking like she was speaking into a sports bag. The bag, most surprisingly, seemed to rock back and forth at her side.....And emitted some sort of sound. 'Pew....' ..... He looked the girl over once more, seeing long...flowing blonde hair, wearing a white dress..With a matching, if oversized beach-like hat. She seemed a bit out of the ordinary too....And, for lack of anything better to catch his attention...The boy found himself following her.....Wondering... 'What is she doing...?' ===================================================================================================================================== Faust hopes you enjoyed reading so far...and hopes to have more up for you all soon.
  19. Okay, so I decided tonight, that I would wet for the first time ever. Nervous as hell, I asked my friends Antifairy, LedinWind and Linkx if they were up for a skype holding competition. They all seemed alright with it, so we began our voice call. I began already needing a pee, so I was scared about how long i'd last. 2 glasses of Cola down, and i was already occasionally holding myself. By the end of my 3rd glass, I relocated myself to the bathroom to make sure that I didn't wet myself on the couch. By now, my bladder was bulging out from my stomach, and I felt really uncomfortable. The others teasing me over skype didn't really help, and by now, Dizzy had joined our competition. I pressed on my abdomen, desperation beginning to rise in my bladder. 4th glass, and I was shifting uncomfortable on my chair, rubbing my stomach and pussy. The pressure was becoming unbelieveable, and it was all I could do to not lose it all. I was breathing hard. By the time I had my 5th glass down, I stood up in the bathtub and started pacing around, grabbing myself frequently and moaning quietly to myself. The pressure built up like nothing else, and I was rubbing my pussy infrequently and squeezing my thighs together. Then Loki came into the bathroom to see what I was doing. "Are you about to wet?" he looked at me with a comical expression on his face. I knew that things would only go from bad to worse. He grabbed me by the wrists and said, "Stop moving babe... You know you wanna let it out." I felt my muscles flailing, and a spurt escaped , dampening my underwear. "N-no..." I whispered, "I'll lose it hun." "You're going to anyway." he smiled, "And anyway, it's only fair babe... You did this to me. Now, stand up." I cringed, and tried to straighten up, and as I did, another spurt escaped. "No, I'm gonna lose it!" I whispered hurriedly. "Straighten. Up." he laughed to himself. As I did, the most amazing thing happened. Warm, clear pee began to run between my legs and swirl towards the drain. It ran over my thighs and my butt, warm and wonderful. I have never felt anything like that before, but I would love to do it again. And here is my proof <3 My bulging bladder ./////. view from the front .////. view from the back .///////. view from underneath >//////< my wet underwear >///////< I hope you all like my pics, tho I apologise for the bad quality .///.
  20. Hello, people! My name is Cheshire. Certainly, not my real name, but that's the name i'm giving you as of right now. I've had an account on here for a while and I just read things. I didn't comment on anything. I just read. And I wanted to post something for other people to read. Today, I started a hold without knowing. My siblings had a basketball game, which I attended. I went to the bathroom there at about 3:20 in the afternoon. That was the last bathroom visit of the day. I got home, made food, at the food and grabbed 4 juices and drank them all in quick succession. I assume you know the strain that will hit your bladder. My bladder isn't weak per say. I'm the person in my family who would rather wait two hours until I get home rather than use public bathrooms, so I can hold. It was around 8pm when I felt anything and I was simply too lazy to get up to move towards the bathroom. I dared myself to hold until 2am. I succeeded in that and then held on as long as I could after. I went too the bathroom, where I proceeded to do the pee dance until I pissed myself because I wanted to pee on myself. I did record the pee dance and the accident if you wanna see that. I think that if you listen close enough, you can hear when I start to pee... MVI_0434.MOV
  21. Hello! It is I, KozmoFox. Sorry this one has been so long coming! End of semester, exams and all that, and now Christmas coming up, I've been really busy! But the other day, I took a morning to get this done, and it was really a quite invigorating experience. The winner of this Kozmo-Lotto was @derpleperp, and his request was: Do you ever have the house to yourself? If so, here we go: go somewhere a short walk or drive from your house and get extremely desperate. But, I want you to hide it. Pretend your in a lecture or around friends. Bring a laptop or a book as a nifty distraction and hold on in epic stealth mode. Then, when you're in real danger, go home and hold in the craziest, most maniacal way. Dance like the world is ending. Brace your crotch on a railing. Let loose figuratively before you lose it literally! I took all of this to heart, very much so! I set my alarm so I'd wake up in the morning. It was a weekday, but classes are now over so I was free! Also due to this, everyone else in the house was at work or otherwise occupied, and starting in the morning insured I would be well done by the evening when everyone else showed up. I got up, had my morning pee (I like my urine to be diluted) before sitting down with breakfast and 2 cups of tea. Starting measures! Cinnamon roll to eat, if you were wondering. After breakfast, I looked at my wardrobe. I wanted to be stylish, but it was also pretty cold. I decided on a form-fitting. black long sleeved shirt, and an unbuttoned over-shirt, my favorite black and white one, big stripes! I also decided on some tight light blue jeans, and my black belt. From the belt buckle collection, I tossed on my mocking-jay. I'm not even a fan of the hunger games, I just like the logo. For those of you who are into that sort of thing, black and purple bra and panties, one of my favorite color combos you've likely read of before! And even deeper so, for members such as @Downjacket (SEE! I REMEMBER WHAT PEOPLE TELL ME!) who are into this particular sort of thing, my winter jacket I wore outside is black and has a bit of a shine to it. Fuzzy hood! Black gloves, lavender finger tips! And some sneakers because my driveway is shoveled and I didn't want boots. Obligatory description phase! If you've read my stories before, you know the jist! I'm tiny, I think getting tinier as the days go on. Somewhere in the 5'7ish range if I want to be accurate, but I'm hoping closer to 5'9...I know this fluctuates a lot, because its pure guesstimate. Next time I have a checkup at the doctors I'll get measured! I'm extremely skinny, definitely somewhere in the 100-110 range, I'm actually scared to check at this point, worrying that I might be dipping into unhealthy levels of skinny. So its one of those things where if I don't check, I can stay in the land of "Psssh I'm totally healthy, shhh." My hair isn't black like the deepest void anymore, its at a solid auburn red. Almost Crimson-y, if you will. I quite like it! It's been cut so its not as long as it once was, but its still not short. A little past my shoulders! I'm as pale as the snow outside some days, especially in those sorts of light. Not sure if its ever occurred to me to mention, but I do have a nose piercing and I tend to wear earrings. All studs, on this day. After I got dressed and everything, I drank a glass of water and waited for a mild feeling of my bladder filling to occur. Once I felt it, I took it as a signal to get out and about! I drove over to this cafe/bar thing in town, and grabbed a table near the window. It wasn't a booth or anything, so I was visible to anybody who looked my way. I opened my laptop, started browsing and chatting with friends via the WiFi, and ordered a coffee from the admittedly cute waiter who came to see me. In addition to the coffee I was brought, I began sipping at a bottle of water. This went on uneventfully, one coffee becoming two, and then a tea, and so on. The waiter seemed to be concerned with the amount of pure liquid I was consuming, so I ordered a piece of cake as well, with a cherry on top. (A/N: I'm a sucker for those sweet cherries you get with sweets) Eventually, the feeling started building up quite high. I couldn't deny that I really had to pee, but I was curious to see how far I could push it before I caved and started driving home where I could finish the hold in relative peace. There was also the fact that the request dictated I try to hide it as much as humanly possible. I had my legs crossed, trying to make it look as casual as possible, but being in a position where I couldn't so much as hold myself was REALLY fucking with me. I could feel my bladder pulsating out, meeting the resistance of my belt and tight pants. This as a result, was forcing the pressure downward, where it quite literally was pushing to escape me. And as much as I wanted to moan and lurch forward every time I felt it, I couldn't, because I was hiding it. I really think I looked very normal, but on the inside I was in utter agony. Every now and then a wave would make me twitch and curse under my breath, but my curiosity kept me going despite it. Because despite how goddamn bad I had to pee after all these drinks, I had yet to so much as dribble. I could likely make the 15 minute drive back fine at this point. Maybe. I think deep down, maybe I didn't WANT to make it back fine. So instead of leaving when I normally would....I ordered a green tea. I drank that green tea, and continued to browse. I don't even remember what I was browsing, nor do I think I was even paying attention to my screen. All of my attention was on my screaming bladder, and not making and obvious moves about it. I think I went for another ten minutes like that and had actually begun sweating from the pure effort I was making to not piss myself right there at the table before it started. You know that feeling when you know its coming? Like, you can feel your pelvic floor slipping? The muscles starting to shake and waver and slowly give out? Like you're at the door holding a ton of heavy boxes and your arms are going weak from the strain, so you're yelling for someone to open it before you drop everything you're carrying? My bladder was giving that signal, the "I don't care how valiant you think you're being, this is happening." signal. I felt a sickening dread in my stomach and begged and prayed I'd be able to hold back the incoming wave. I froze completely in my seat trying to focus, staring blankly at my screen. I could feel it starting to dribble out. Like I had control, but not all of it. Just enough was gone for some to start escaping. And I could feel it, almost like a slow tease, dripping into my underwear. It took all of my willpower to resist that feeling and fight through it. That all went right down the drain however when the waiter came by and broke me out of my focus. He had asked a question, I don't know what. I just know I went from being in the zone, to looking him right in the eyes, completely at a loss for words. The loss of focus fucked me over; I felt a gush of urine spurt into my pants, my underwear becoming soaked. It was not a small spurt. It was more like a very split second loss of control, while I was looking this stranger in the eye. I stammered, asking him for the bill. The second he walked away I started slowly and methodically packing my things, my bladder not liking the fact it had gotten relief only for it to be taken away. I couldn't control my legs anymore: As low-key as I was trying to be, I could not stop the trembling. There is very few times I have experienced this level of pure, extreme desperation and had such a handle on it. On another day I would have lost control right there, I must have just been particularly strong that day. And again, as per the request, I was not allowed to act out of the ordinary. I did not check for damage, I did not use my hand to feel for wetness. If there was any sort of stain, even I have no idea. I just know that the clothes touching my crotch area and slightly underneath felt wet. However much had escaped, it had trailed down. He brought me the bill, and I paid. Having to focus on something else made me dribble more. What had become a bit cold suddenly had another tinge of warmth to it. I tried not to grit my teeth and bite my tongue while using every single ounce of my being to not explode in a big wet mess on the spot. When he walked away, I promptly stood up, put on my jacket, and walked out to my car, every step feeling like it was going to trigger the tsunami. I do not know the damage at that time, nor do I know if people were looking at me; I was acting normal, so I paid them no mind at all. I got in the car and I rode home. The drive was agony. The belt was constricting, and every bump, every stop, forced some sort of dribble. Whatever had escaped me in the cafe, more escaped me in the car. Despite everything, I did my best to act completely aloof to it in the car, as the request stated I do not change that persona until I enter my home, as I understood it. I leaked multiple times, and I was very wet by the time I got home. My facade cracked once, as a car in front of me very suddenly slowed to a crawl and I had to brake. I instantly rested my head against the wheel and muttered "Shit" as I felt a steady stream burst forth into my pants for a moment. I could feel the warmth crawling underneath my legs and ass. That was the worst leak of the drive. But I kept going like nothing was wrong! When I got home, I calmly stepped out of the car and gathered my things. The waves of desperation were overwhelming, I couldn't even think. It was like the pain in my bladder had extended to just about every part of my lower body. My legs were tingling and my abdomen was roaring and my pee-opening was just...I can't describe it. Stalingrad trying to hold back the German advance level of inner violence was happening there. I didn't think I would survive another step without becoming drenched, let alone make it inside, especially after the pang I saw looking at my seat: Two wet spots, about a loonie's size each (Canadian dollar coin for those unfamiliar, like x1.3 the size of a quarter maybe?) I slowly, and deliberately, made my way to my door. I unlocked it, and stepped inside. Something in reaching my goal of home clicked some sort of mental switch, some sort of "relief is here" mechanism, and my bladder control went to all hell. I dropped to my knees, also dropping my things, yell-moaning something along the lines of "Ohhh fuck!" as I shoved both my hands between my legs as I felt a cascade of urine flood down my thighs. I could literally look down and see it pouring down, tendrils of wetness rushing down my thighs and soaking my hands, towards my knees. The muscles were fluctuating in and out wildly, so I was essentially rapid-fire leaking...heavy spurt after heavy spurt, like a machine gun. Burst. Burst. Burst. I swung my knees inward and clutched for dear life, trembling and shaking, and for once I actually managed to get things under control. Not without extremely heavy damage, however. My inner legs were extremely wet, and I had left quite a few drops on the floor where I had collapsed. I stood up and shed my jacket, still clutching my soaking crotch, more desperate than ever. I grabbed onto a chair and I held, and I held. I bounced, I jiggled, I danced. Legs crossed one way, and then I'd reverse and cross them the other way. Bending, crouching, bouncing, everything to try and keep the flood back, especially frantically when I'd feel more escape, my fingers I'd have buried into my crotch feeling a burst of warmth. I hobbled into the hallway and got a glance of myself in the mirror. It was a really weird and surreal sight: I don't actually SEE myself when I'm doing this. Something about it triggered another heavy leak, and I got to look into my own eyes as I instinctively buried one hand deeper between my legs, as my other hand dug into my thigh, the nails digging painfully, pushing my ass out as I bent over. I bit my lip and let out a weird moaning noise sounding like 'NNNNnnnn' as it seeped out of me; due to the side angle I was able to see the darkness spread from my already wet rear, which got a glistening refreshment, over material that was previously dry, and spread further downwards. A small stream momentarily broke off, at the back of my knee, and pattered onto the floor. Again, I bring to attention how surreal this was to actually watch this happen to me. It was kind of hot, to be perfectly honest! It was then, when I was starting to completely lose control, that I saw my stairs and remembered a thing from the request. I hopped up onto the landing, and pressed my crotch into the railing, wrapping my arms around it and bouncing. It was surprisingly effective, writhing against that railing. In my pure desperation I almost began to chew on it, pressing my face against it and just squeaking and groaning, "nnnn"s all around. I continued to wiggle and squirm and bounce, moaning almost like a child into the railing, and it seemed like I had a good handle on things, despite obviously being very wet and well beyond the point of no return, and far too desperate to ever hope of getting up the stairs to my bathroom. That thought actually crossed my mind, which caused me to lurch and groan. This was very bad, as it pushed my bladder into the railing. I let out a small shriek, and promptly EXPLODED. I cannot stress that enough, I lost complete control, no matter how much pressure was being applied to my crotch by the railing. If anything, it was like when you press your finger against the nozzle on the sink: it caused the flow to divert all down the front of my pants, which were completely drenched in seconds. The hissing sound as my pee quite literally sprayed out of me was intense, I actually did bite the railing while moaning this time, almost rolling my hips with the relief as both the hissing and moans seemed to echo through my empty house (I'm very vocal when I finally get my relief or when I'm trying my hardest to hold it back, its fairly embarrassing honestly). I could see streams pouring off my legs, down onto the stairs and off them, and urine coming out of the bottom of my pants and soaking my shoes and socks. It was a complete and utter flood, and almost no part of my pants were left dry, especially since as it was ending I let myself fall back into a sitting position on the landing, where a pseudo-lake of my creation had formed. I was completely empty shortly after, pushing out the last bit by force. I just kind of rested there and enjoyed all the physical sensations and relief for a bit...until all the wetness got cold. I even had to change my shirt afterward because of the way I had sat, I had gotten pee on my back. A shower and a new outfit later, and I was on my couch watching Netflix. (It tends to end that way a lot, doesn't it?) and I stayed there and fell asleep while watching TV, and woke up later in the night to prep for a Christmas party the next day, which is where we will end this particular tale. As always, I hope you've all enjoyed it! My lotto's are one of the ways I give back to the community, and I hope they satisfy where they're meant to. I always encourage you guys to leave your thoughts below, I am always looking to improve! Even shoot me a direct message if you want, I chat with quite a few people on here :) If you're new to the tales of the Kozmo, I'll leave my previous works below; I'm always interested to hear on whether one might feel I'm improving or losing touch with what made my earlier stories so liked! Peed my Pants at the Movie Theater! (KozmoLotto 2 Winner Request) Peed Myself in the Middle of Town! (Kozmo-Lotto Winner Request!) Wet myself looking for a bathroom at a club! Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) (Let me brag for a split second, this one here ^ was actually adapted into an HD Wetting video! One of my biggest accomplishments!) 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 This one is more of a...Kozmo-Lite, if you will. Not really a story: I just wet myself in my sleep! I hope you all enjoy. I love you all and this site, very very much! Have a great day, everyone!~ <3
  22. You are a female me...Glad you like men... Me too on the antidepressants. They seem to cheer me up but I always feel a little sick with them like the last dregs of a hangover... I would cum almost certainly if i could lay my hand gently upon yours as you rubbed yourself to cum wet while holding you upon my lap.. It has happened more than once with the first woman I thought I would marry. only her hand was pressing mine upon her mound as she came and wet... She pretended it was accidental. Never admitted she liked to wet but it was almost always a prelude to sex. she kind of admitted liking wetting the first time I watched her piss her jeans kneeling between her legs. Alone in the house with the bathroom door open 15 feet away... I had been sucking her nipples she was squirming and bucking but pulling me to her, she pushed me back far as her knees and gushed pee welling up through her jeans and off the stool and puddled the floor. she leaned over and whispered to me" I knew I was going to Piss my pants" so I quit insisting she piss before we went anywhere. my girl Kathy my age 14 to 19. We made penetration love first time that afternoon. We were skipping school alone.
  23. Faust apologies for seeming rather scatter brained...But, Seeing all of these stories... Faust just wanted to give it a try himself! So, Pardon Faust for seeming a bit odd...but, Faust figures he can start this kind of thing! Faust just hopes you all enjoy. Now..onto the important parts.. ============================================================================================================================== [Interactive Story: Day 1] (In the Event of a proper Success, there will be multiple stories in this thread. While Faust doesn't make any firm promises, Faust plans to do his best with this..and to keep it going as long as it can. We just need a few contributions from you to decide which we do! These are through a myriad of options....And settings that must be affixed. For starters.....) [World Selection:] (The World that the day will take place in. Faust has many fictions over the course of times....Though some may only be available at some times.....) [Another Note] [Conception 2: Desperation to Save the World?] [Faust's Family Featurettes] [Faust's Magic Adventures] (Must be Unlocked!) [???] (Must Be unlocked!) ============================================================================================================================================== [Character Selection:] (The character that the story will be focused on! This is an obvious one, but it's there nevertheless. Like worlds, characters may need to be unlocked by various accomplishments..) [Faustus J. Necromonium]: [Male] (The Main Character of Faust's fics, with the same name as the Author. Has an omo-fetish, and a few others to be shown. In the Another Note story, he is the possessor of the First Wet Note. Is shadowed by the Goddess of Desire, Saril, in Another note. Green hair down to his shoulders, and a preference for darker colors. An unusual magnetic attraction to the strange, and female alike.) [Yuno Gasai]: [Female] (Yuno who it is! One of the main leads in Another Note, and beloved side-character in other fics! Yuno may not be the most well versed in some things, but she has passion, desire....And a curiosity in the omo-world. Has darling pink hair that dangles over her hips, and a preference for the colors blue and red. Sizable bust, and respectable hips...She's got a figure girls would kill for...Not that she's ever done so.) [Youmu Konpaku]: [Female] (Supporting character, with an embarrassingly small bladder. Despite this, with a soft spoken demeanor, and razor sharp skills, she can manage her way through scenarios.....One way or another. Silver hair with a black ribbon atop, coupled with a teal dress....What she lacks in the bosom, she makes up for in the rump and hips) [Wynn Tatsumaki]: [Female] (Supporting character: Current possessor of the Second Wet Note in Another Note. A Seemingly no-nonsense, fun-sucking girl with a stern gaze, Forest green hair, and a modest figure. Despite this, she's got a very well hidden vulgar side she doesn't let out. often. A modest figure all around, nothing stands out about her....aside from her bladder capacity) [Ellie Troit:] [Female] (Supporting Character: Wanna-be writer in the second Wet Note. A friendly, honest girl that's friends with Wynn...But, with a much less hidden vulgar side. A modest bust, but a firmer rump...with lime green hair in a bob-cut, and a ribbon that decorates her hair.) [Eoria Karakuri]: [Female] (Supporting Character: Head of the science Division. With long silver hair that goes down over a slightly plump rump, and a modest bosom...Eoria has something in mind that'll turn modern science on it's head! .....If she can get all of the bugs and kinks ironed out. She has a habit of getting too invested in her work, and has had to learn to push herself to her limits.) [Fauxstus Necromonium:] [Female] (Gender-Bent version of Faustus Necromonium. An ample bosom puts even Yuno to shame, and wide hips make a seeming mockery of the idea...A shifted boy having the most noticeable measurements of the girls. Despite this, unfamiliarity with the female form could lead to antics...] (Must be unlocked!) [Penelope _____]: [Female] (Supporting character, potential Antagonist, Supernatural Hunter supreme, and cool big sis of Youmu Konpaku. Curvier than she lets on, and crimson hair just barely goes over her neck. A naughty attitude lends itself to believe she's quite the tomboyish tease..) (Must be unlocked) [Flandmir Treepes]: [Female] (Supporting character, Half-Vampire. With a slight weakness to sunlight, but a [mostly] tamed taste for blood. Though young and inexperienced, she has a few hidden talents. Petite figure, with Blonde hair and crimson eyes..) (Must be Unlocked) [Amoria Gomon]: [Female] (Supporting Character. With pink hair similar to Yuno's, but a much more modest figure, it seems like she's a less developed version of a familiar face...But, she has a history with Penelope....One that does not bring about the best of memories. A pure white outfit hides darker desires, and tastes. Be advised: There is much more to this one than meets the eye..) (Must be Unlocked) [Juuni Neptunia]; [Female] (Supporting Character: Cousin of Faustus. Purple hair goes down over her neck, with a nearly flat chest, but an ample rump...Juuni has a habit of getting in over her head, and having life incite a sort of vulgar punishment on her.) [Must be Unlocked] [???]: (Mystery Character: Must be unlocked in a story) [Must be unlocked...As Mentioned] ================================================================================================================================================ [Rating]: (This is a minor setting, determinant on characters, and stories. Different Ratings can lead to different stories.....and different options. Be wary..) [Normal] (This setting is for Normal Faust-level things. Lewd things do occur, but they are usually kept in metaphors, and similies. The Safe option) [Lewd +1]: (This Setting is for slightly more lewd behavior. Garments being stripped off will have a bit more focus....And some slightly naughty parts may be included.) [Lewd+2]: (This setting is even lewder than the previous....Parts will be listed by name, and will have a touch more focus than even before. Thins the veil between modest, and shameless. [Vulgar]: (This setting abandons the form of Modesty, for some more vulgar things....Including some things that are far more..adult in nature. Do not fret, for all of Faust's characters are of age, for this situation....) [Explicit]: (Faust Does not wish to Disclose this one just yet....But, the name is obvious.) [Must be unlocked] ================================================================================================================================================= [Achievements:] (Yes, Faust is going there. Achievements for things that may happen in story, or for various behaviors. Faust will keep track of any that are obtained, and imagines that there will be more than a few. Achievements are both for fun, and to unlock various things...As stories do. Faust strives to see how many will be obtained...) [Achievement List:] [Uncreative]: [???] [The obvious Answer]: [???] [The Inevitable:] [Wet yourself] [Lewd...] [???] [LEWD!] [???] [Faust has to bump up the ratings now..] [???] [The purest form of Love..?] [???] [Faust's Head Hurts now...] [???] [Embrace Desire!] [???] [Relief.....] [???] [*Noisemaker*]: [The thread gets more than 1 reply] (And Many, Many more) ================================================================================================================================================ So...to simplify things for a bit, Pick a location, character, and Rating.....Earn Achievements, and unlock new things! Faust plans to do these kind of things in intervals with scenes involving characters lasting for a few 'Cycles' of Days in particular. These days may be long, or short..Depending on Choices...and, Faust will try to keep pace with this kind of thing, better than his own fiction. Faust plans to go for the Majority on these kind of choices, so if you want a choice...try to post in this thread, and keep up with it at a good pace! Faust recommends following the thread, and hopes you all have a good time, and that this is a rousing success! [TL; Dr Version] [Pick A Character, Location, and Rating. Faust will construct a scene for you to explore, and options to go through. Earn Achievements based on your actions, and generally have a good time. Majority rules on Votes, so try to keep up!].
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    A horror-yet-comical themed, self-made RPG; you play the role of sisters Emma and Leila O'Neill as they explore an abandoned mansion for their missing friend. This RPG features self-made artwork, step-based desperation and wetting/peeing systems, fear wettings, coming to roughly three-to-four hours of gameplay, depending on how much grinding you do. Discussion Thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/22405-the-sanguinary-emissary/ Note: This is merely a demo. More content will be added with time. You should be able to transfer your save files between versions unless otherwise specified. A more important note: Run time package is not included in this file. If you don't already have it, download and install the RPG Maker VX Ace Run time package (RTP) if you want to be able to play this game. Directions: 1. Go to this website: http://www.rpgmakerweb.com/download/additional/run-time-packages 2. Make sure "RPG Maker VX Ace" is selected under "Start by selecting your program". 3. Scroll to the bottom of the page and click "Agree and download the RPG Maker VX Ace RTP". Installation instructions are located at the bottom of that same page.

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  25. 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.