Pissed myself while drunk at a friends apartme…

kozmofox:

You guys get the drill by now. This is the 3rd omorashi experience I had that I wrote about for omorashi.org. I’m having fun bringing all my written works to a new community, given how well they’ve been received elsewhere. You guys are awesome! ^^

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I think you guys are rubbing off on me, in an odd way. This is my
third experience I have to write recently, and I think I’m almost
subconsciously letting myself get into these situations at this point.
I’ve really gotta learn to go when I’ve gotta go.

I visited a friend yesterday. I hadn’t seen her in awhile, and her
and two other girls including me were having a get together at her
apartment. I was the first to show up, as I had to be there early in the
day, so I stayed in her apartment for a bit while she stepped out
because she had things to do…I was basically house-sitting for a bit.
Just kind of hung around, watching tv, playing Playstation 2, good
stuff. In that time I had a Rockstar and 2 beers. She ended up getting
back around 11 o’clock with the others, and we just started hanging out
and chilling. Usually we have like card games or board games we play or
even some Smash Melee 1v1’s, but last night we were just content to sit
around and chat, shooting the shit and talking about whatever topic came
up while passing around rum and vodka. We eventually marathoned some
Netflix movies, but that didn’t happen until later last night, after
this story (We were up until the late morning. Its almost 5 pm and I’ve
only been up an hour or two).

Here’s the description phase, and I’ll be a little bit more complete
for newcomers. I’m pretty average height, but if I’m around my friends I
feel pretty short because they’re all tall. I was 5’8-5’9 last time I
checked, though sometimes online I’ll lie through my virtual teeth and
say 5’11 because I hate feeling small. Last time I checked my weight
like 3 weeks-a month ago I was 116 pounds. I have long black hair, goes
past my shoulders, but its not really well taken care of. Split ends and
bedhead glaore. Its only nights like this one I go through the effort
to make it look not trash. I’m pretty pale and pasty, I try to tan
during summers but I almost always burn and it sucks. I usually give up
by August and sit under a parasol on beach days like I’m a goddamn
vampire or something. Lucky for me, my complexion has always been pretty
fair and acne free, due to my face-wash, so I have that going for me
appearance wise at least. On this particular day I was wearing some
light-grey leggings for comfort, a black bra and panties, along with a
black crop top (to show off the belly button piercing I got like a month
ago) and a zebra striped, unbuttoned overshirt. Really slutty looking, I
know, but its not like we were going out. I just needed to show up all
my friends, because I’m an ass like that. I spend a lot of time sitting
at my computer looking gross, so I try to look pretty every once and
awhile. 😛

Anywho, back to the story, we were all sitting around talking. I took
in a beer, and another, and that went through me along with the stuff I
drank earlier, but I had easily ignored it because I was also doing
shots. Vodka is obviously the second coming of Christ. Mmmm. As we know,
things like beer are a diuretic, and eventually I was pretty drunk off
my rocker, and I really had to pee. But I was drunk, and I was like
pssshhh its fine. And as an omo enthusiast, needing to pee was exciting,
and the alcohol made me consider the reprecussions of holding it in
remarkably less, and it didn’t even occur to me that being inebriated
might affect my ability to hold properly. As I was sitting on the couch,
I just pulled the blanket over me and held myself, and continued on
with the conversation. The need to pee grew, but instead of getting up
to go, I just got more excited! I mean, I’m a big girl, I know my limits
right? The bathroom is literally 6 feet away, its not like I somehow
won’t make it when I need to go! So instead of going, I continued
holding it, while still taking active part in the discussion, making it
almost a game where I was absolutely desperate and trying to keep
friends from noticing. Gripping myself under the blanket, subtly
rocking, it worked so well. Of course I continued shots. It didn’t occur
to me even that I might have difficulty with my balance once I stood. I
didn’t even think about it.

Naturally, I got to the point where I was even sweating with the
effort of holding it, yet still didn’t really care. I had to pee, so
what right? But I also didn’t consider one of my friends thinking
something was up. Katie looked at me and straight up asked me, “Are you
alright?”

I didn’t know how to answer. I just suddenly froze, trying to think
of something, staring her right in the eyes like a confused cat. It was
at this worst possible time, that my mind drifting off had suddenly
taken an edge off my holding ability, and I started leaking. Katie asked
again if anything was wrong, and now all eyes were on me as I was
frozen staring at katie, and I felt a small “psshhh” as my hand got wet,
in its position shoved in between my legs. I quickly clenched my legs
to slow the flow and swiftly started nodding like crazy, and started
explaining, while nervously stuttering might I add, how I was in that
situation where with the blanket I’m warm, and without it I’m cold, so I
only have it over my lap to try and even it out, but I was still a bit
warm regardless. Luckily I wasn’t the only one that was piss drunk and
they totally bought that, as little sense as it made for me to be
sweating and shaking from this. One of my other friends suggested we all
gather in the bedroom and watch netflix on the tv in there, as the ones
sitting on the floor and not the couch were getting chilly, and as the
bed was against the wall so there was enough room for all of us to sit
on the bed and lean against the wall and get cosy. While everyone was
chatting and agreeing with her I was frozen in the realization that I
had really gotten myself into a predicament. While I was thinking this I
couldn’t help it. I felt it again.

Pshh.

Pshhhh.

I felt the short hisses against my hand again and again, my hand
getting wet, and I could feel the couch underneath me becoming warm.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I was wetting on my friend’s couch, right in front
of them all. Luckily they didn’t seem to notice. They all got up and a
few of them filed into the bedroom, Katie asking if I was coming. I
sharply nodded and used my spare hand to handle my phone, saying I just
needed to check something first. Pssshh. They went in. Except for Steph,
who immediately went into the bathroom. I suddenly went numb. God
dammit Steph.

I shot up like a lightning bolt, and looked down at the couch. There
was a blanket folded over thrice covering the cushions, and there was a
large stain where I had been sitting. A pretty significant one too, and
still warm. I flipped the folded blanket over to its other side, and
thankfully it wasn’t soaked all the way through. So I left it flipped,
knowing since I was sleeping there nobody would be the wiser, given it
also looked the same from the other side. I felt between by legs. Warm
and wet. Same with my ass. I mentally cursed as it happened again as my
hand became warm and damper. Pssshh.

I ran to the bathroom and stood just outside it and realized Steph
would realize the moment she looked at me that I was wetting myself, and
I just moaned from frustration. I stumbled to the bathroom, leaking
some more. My thighs and the front of my leggings got it from the angle,
and it crawled in a wet little line across the top of my front thigh.
Shit. Now I couldn’t just hide my ass and hope for the best. So I did
what every stupid drunk would try. I hid next to the door against the
wall, like I was in a spy movie. Leaning against the wall, my legs
locked together and my hands between them, I was able to see my swollen
belly thanks to the croptop and I almost lurched upon realizing how much
I was holding. Then I just stood still and silent, my goal being for
Steph to not know I was there and just walk by when she was done. This
proved to be my undoing, as by being silent I could hear Steph’s
powerful stream hitting the water as she peed, from the other side of
the door. This did me in.

I couldn’t take the sound of her peeing. Leaning against the wall,
gripping at myself for dear life, my legs wobbling, I couldn’t stop
myself. I started gasping as I felt my hands grow warm from the very
thing I was trying to prevent.

“Hah…ah…haaah….ahhh…”
Psssh. Psssssshhh…..ssssssshhhhhhhhh…..

The hissing against my hands, all too familiar at this point, grew in
strength, length, and intensity. I clutched and gasped and whined, but I
could barely manage any futile attempt as drunk as I was. I was using
the wall just to be able to stand upright. My leggings all around the
back of my legs started to feel warm, and I could feel my urine dripping
down from my crotch, to my ass, down my thighs…the feeling almost had
me let go completely right there, if not the sound of it hitting the
floor. But I couldn’t give up. Anybody could come out of the bedroom and
stare right at me as I peed my pants. I moaned as I felt a rather big
PSHH leave my hands and stream down my legs.

And then the door opened. And Steph lurched by, laughing at something
like it was the most hilarious thing on earth, and went right past me.
Thank the omo gods. I darted in quick as a flash, slammed the door, and
held myself up against the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror, wide
eyed in terror as I realized the movement had only made things worse.

PSSSSSHHHH.

It was all over now, pouring down my legs, like several connected
streams with the force of a rapid river. The sound of it drenching
myself as well as the floor was deafening, my legs turned inward at the
knees. I was soaked. I was wetting myself with full force. Damage
minimization. Toilet. Where’s the toilet. I need to sit on it, that much
I can do.

Only I couldn’t. The moment I let go of the sink I fell ass first
onto the tub edge. The position made the sound of my peeing louder, an
echoed hissing throughout the bathroom as it poured down the side of the
tub. As a last ditch effort I let myself slide back into the tub, so my
back hit the tub wall, with my wet knees hooked on the edge. I was
partially laying down, in a really awkward position. But I couldn’t do
anymore damage or leave anymore evidence like this. Thankfully as well,
as I physically couldn’t remotely fight it any longer, even though I
tried, laying there horizontally with my hands between my legs, moaning
“No, no no no nooo!!”

My crotch was just oversaturated, my pee all but sprawing out from
between my fingers, a steady stream covering both the top of my leggings
and my belly, and going down, soaking the entirety of my ass and even
drenching my back and the bottom of my overshirt. I knocked my legs
together feebly, gripping between them all the way. Gotta give me an E
for effort, right? Of course, I was eventually empty. In my effort to
minimize the damage I had ended up soaking more of myself than I should
have. But at least the mess would be easier to clean up. Outside was
first, I decided. I stripped my leggings and overshirt off so I was only
in my panties and crop top. I gathered up toilet paper, and opened the
door to look. I could hear the girls all giggling in the bedroom. A nice
opportunity.

I wiped up my puddle beside the door, darted out and grabbed my bag,
and ran back in. I stripped off, putting my wet clothes in the bag, and
taking my jammies out. I grabbed a shower, and then used the towel I had
just dried off with to wipe up my rather large lake of a puddle next to
the tub. I ended up having to pee again while in the shower, so I just
let it go while I was in there. I mean, I was showering anyway. I
probably should have taken a bath though, as my balance was real poor.
If it wasn’t for the shower bar and mat, I could have broken my neck.
But I don’t think straight after alcohol. I only drink straight. Ba dum
tss. Anyway.

I got out of the shower, and once I was all fresh and jammied up I
knew I had gotten away with it, assuming nobody randomly checked the
underside of the couch blanket. I went in and sat next to another friend
who asked what took so long and I just told her I showered. I laid my
head on her shoulder and watched TV with them and fell asleep pretty
quick. I was exhausted. When everyone was going to sleep she woke me up.
I made my way to the couch but realized I was bursting again, so I
immediately used the bathroom again to avoid incident. I laid down and
set an alarm on my phone to wake me before anyone else (A few hours ago
actually) so I could wash the blanket, making the excuse her cat peed on
it when I had gotten up to use the bathroom. Went smooth as a baby’s
bottom. She even thanked me for doing so.

Another accident, another smooth getaway.

Remember the wolf from pulp fiction? I’m starting to feel like him,
but for omo. The omo wolf. 😛 Can clean up and hide any accident.

As always, feel absolutely free to let me know how I’m doing! Its
come to my attention a lot of people like my writing so I’m typing up
every incident I have, and constantly trying to improve! Thanks for
reading, as always! You’ve all been so kind to me, I love you all.

Have a fantastic day! 😀

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