Omorashi Magazine

August 2007
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Vol. 1, No. 2

Contents
3 4 Editor’s Note Featured Websites
The Pool Shara & Ger’s Female Desperation website Juub’s Wet Jeans Bookmark List Water Sports Training Manual The Pee Movie List

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Stories
Wet Day at Kennedy High

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Editor’s Note
I hope that you enjoy this very first issue of Omorashi Magazine and support future issues. No, I’m not implying that you need to join a club or pay a subscription fee. This publication, after all, is free. But one thing that is almost as valuable to a publisher than money is content. This magazine, like all publications, needs articles, photos, letters to the editor, and other types of content to fill the pages. But, fortunately for me the Internet has provided me with the tools necessary to make this magazine a collaborative effort. So, please send in your articles, best holding/wetting posts, comments, questions, desperation photos, or anything else you’d like to see published in this magazine. I’m also looking for regular writers who can offer advice for our readers. It would also be nice to get a couple of female writers who could compose desperation stories for publication. I know that as a guy I would appreciate that. Just remember a few rules: the material you send shouldn’t be borrowed, copied, or stolen from other sites or publications. This magazine needs to print only original work. This includes photos, too. And, this magazine doesn’t support photos that invade on someone else’s privacy. The stories should include only adult characters over the age of 18. Stories should focus on desperation and/or wetting. The wetting itself should be uncontrolled and “genuine” under realistic circumstances. I know that’s a lot of rules, but the main goal for this magazine is to inform and entertain readers about the practice of holding/wetting for fun. If you have any questions about whether your article or photo is appropriate, please send me email at gushdude@yahoo.com or visit the website http://omorashi.blogspot. com. Thank you,

Gush Dude

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Featured Websites
Each issue will focus on a different holding/wetting website. Since this is the very first issue, I’ll try to cover a few of my favorites, and then cover readers’ top picks in the future. If you have a website that you would like to recommend, just send its URL, title, and a brief description to gushdude@yahoo.com. Or post a comment on the Omorashi website.

Holding It Forum
http://holdingit.minuteboard.com/m/b/go.html
The Holding It message board can be read by anyone, but you must join before being able to reply to messages or start a new topic. There are plenty of messages to read so far, with over four pages of topics to choose from and very little repetition. The board stays somewhat active with lots of regulars and a new

I just recently discovered this website a couple of months ago, but have been visiting it pretty regularly ever since. The forum appears to be very active with several regular posters and new participants arriving each week. It is hard to say what the ratio is of men vs. women although the forum does have a profiling feature which allows each forum member to give information. Guests can view all posts, but must register as a user before they can reply or create a new topic. The forum loads in a frame set, with controls in the upper frame, and the actual forum in the main frame in the center of the screen.

The Pool
http://www.thepool2.com
The big close-up picture of a woman peeing into a glass sends a loud and clear message that the Pool website is all about the peeing fetish. While paid members get access to a library of videos and other features, guests can enjoy a free messageboard and chatroom where they can create a temporary userid. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to enter the chat room for sometime, but back when I could I enjoyed numerous conversations with peeing enthusiasts like myself.

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Shara & Ger’s Female Desperation website
http://members.easyshag.com/femaledesperation/
This website has everything: stories, photos, videos, and favorite links. I’ve frequented this website for a couple of years now, and always find something fresh and interesting to look at. My favorites are the desperation photos and the stories.

Juub’s Wet Jeans Bookmark List
http://members.easyshag.com/femaledesperation/bookmarks.html
In case these websites don’t float your boat, here is a website that features—that’s right!--links to several websites devoted to the science of holding and wetting (but mostly wetting).

Water Sports Training Manual
http://www.patches.net/page/trainingman.htm
If there is anything about Water Sports (holding/wetting) that you don’t understand, you can always go here to check out the Water Sports Training Manual. Or, on the otherhand, you could just take your chances by asking Aunt Bertha.

The Pee Movie List
http://67.18.225.180:8080/pml/index.do
This website presents a full listing of every movie that has ever depicted a character using the toilet, acting desperate, or wetting themselves. Includes international titles and many photos.

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Stories
Wet Day at Kennedy High
Part One: When it Rains it Pours By Gush Dude

Chapter One
It was bad enough when teachers expected us to wait until we had permission before leaving class to use the bathroom, but they crossed the line when they stopped letting us leave the classroom at all. No bathroom breaks, no hall passes, and no exceptions. We grumbled about it, but followed the new school policy the best that we could. I tried my best to go between classes, but even when you’re a guy five minutes isn’t a lot of time. For starters, there aren’t enough bathrooms for there to be one next to every single classroom. Plus, thanks to the new rule there are usually lines for the urinals in the boys’ bathrooms. The girls have it worse because, well, they’re girls. The lines are longer and their bladders are weaker on average. Or, at least that’s what my sister Petunia says. She and her friends were always talking about the new stupid bathroom rules and saying that we should do something about. Then, one day during fifth hour Petunia peed her pants during Mr. Barnard’s social studies lecture. He excused her but the damage had already been done. She waited in the office for our mom to pick her up. That weekend, Petunia developed a plan which would force the high school to change their rules. “Its simple,” she explained to me in between gulps of bottled water. “We contact everyone we know to tell them to drink as much as they can but don’t use the bathroom. The administration can’t ignore five hundred students with full bladders.” “That’s your plan?” I scoffed. “The worse that’ll do is raise the school’s water bill for the month!” “You have a better idea?” Petunia shot at me. I thought for a little bit. “Well, no.” “Then we go with mine.”

Chapter Two
By Saturday afternoon Petunia and I had combined all of our friends together into one, large list. Our next step was to call or email everyone and send them the message. I got up just as Petunia was punching the first number into our phone. “Where are you going?” “I’ll be right back,” I assured her.

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“Are you going to use the bathroom?” I paused. “Yes,” I said. “but I don’t--” “You’ll have to hold it, mister.” “What?” “From now on, you’re in training for Tuesday.” One hour later we were half way through our list of people. Most shared our anger with the school but reluctantly committed to Petunia’s plan. The thing was that Petunia made it difficult for people to say no. Meanwhile, my bladder was bulging and I was dying for a pee. “How’re you hanging in there?” She asked. “Lousy,” I said. “I feel like I’m going to explode.” “Oh, don’t complain. I haven’t peed since lunchtime.” She stood up and motioned for me to follow. “I think its time for level two of your training.” I followed her up to her room, through her closet, and into the storage area on the other side of her closet. My bladder ached even worse when I crouched down to fit through the door. The last six feet of the room had been cleared except for a chair, half opened six pack of bottled water, and a tarp.

“What’s this?” I asked. “Have a seat.” She averted her eyes when she responded. I shrugged and sat down on the chair. I was facing the far wall of the room, so I needed to crane my head in order to see Petunia. But, she was already heading through the doorway when I looked over my shoulder. “Where are you going?” I asked. “I’ll be back. Just stay there.” The door slammed shut behind her. I suddenly felt very nervous about what Petunia was planning. Then, I heard the lock on the door slide into place. I started to wonder if this was turning out to be some kind of trick. Suddenly, there was a crackling voice and I heard Petunia’s voice as if she was nearby. I looked down and followed the sound to a walkie-talkie that she had left inside the storage room. “You’re going to hold your bladder for as long as you can.” “This is training?” I replied dubiously. “But first,” Petunia ignored my question. “You need to drink a bottle of water.” I jammed the TALK button down with my finger. “What? Won’t that make things worse?”

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“You don’t know how long you’ll need to wait at school. This is good practice, unless you want to be humiliated on Tuesday.” I picked up the bottle of water, twisted off the cap, and chugged down the first half of its contents. I didn’t want to be the first—or the only one—to loose control of his or her bladder on Tuesday. I wiped the excess water from my chin, and then finished the bottle. “Okay,” I muttered, feeling my full stomach gurgle. “Just hang out for a little bit. I’ll be back with more instructions.” It didn’t take long for the pressure in my bladder to grow. Pretty soon it became unbearable. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, leaned forward, and did everything else that I could to keep from wetting myself. Finally, Petunia’s voice crackled over the radio again. “Hey.” “Can I come out now?” I could barely manage a squeak thanks to the pressure in my bladder. “Nope, sorry,” Petunia said. “I need you to drink another bottle.” Just the thought of drinking more made my bladder convulse. I peered down at the other seven bottles that remained in the package. “I don’t think I can take another bottle.” “Well, as much as you can.” “Thanks.” I opened the next bottle, and chugged down the water as quickly as I could. Soon, my stomach began to feel as full as my bladder did. My legs were now permanently crossed. I couldn’t remember the last time that I had uncrossed them. As tense as I was, and as firmly as I was trying to keep the sphincter muscles at the end of my urethra closed, I could feel my bladder and everything else down there starting to relax. I tried again to resist, but I could only hold things that tight for a few seconds at a time. That’s when I started to get the shakes. “My whole body is shaking,” I said into the radio. I was even having a hard time keeping my hand steady as I talked into the radio. “I don’t think I’ll last much longer.” “Imagine that you’re in class and you only have twenty minutes to go. They win if you ask for a pass to the bathroom.” It seemed like the only loser in her scenario was me if I lost control and wet my pants, but I decided not to say anything. I set the radio down, leaned forward and struggled to hold the pee in. Sheets of sweat were trickling down my forehead and every once in a while my body shook from the pressure of holding. “You have ten more minutes,” Petunia announced over the radio. Ten minutes? I let out a moan as I fought with my muscles. It was like fighting with a coat that could unzip itself. Everything would come undone as soon as I began to feel okay. I let out a yelp. A bubble of pee was slowly creeping down the shaft of my penis. Pressure was building, my sphincter muscles were loosening and.... “AHHRRGGH!” I stared silently at the quarter-sized wet spot which had formed on my pants. The squirt of pee that had escaped had soaked through my

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underwear and splashed against my shorts. “Six minutes.” I bolted for the front of the storage room and began pounding on the door. “Petunia, let me out! I gotta pee really bad!” “I can’t..if you quit, they win!” I wanted to answer, but couldn’t because of a huge pressure that was building in my bladder. I leaned forward, fell to my knees and tried to ride out the urge. I could feel my muscles relaxing again, pee inching forward, and then my muscles pinched closed. But this time my muscles had sent pee shooting out instead of stopping it. The wet spot on my shorts expanded. My muscles contracted again and again until there was enough pee in my pants to roll down my legs. “Four minutes.” But I had realized that I was losing the fight. I ran back to the tarp and sat down on the chair. When the next urge to pee hit I resisted a little, then welcomed the release. Warm urine poured out of me into my shorts, down my legs, and onto the tarp. The very bottom of my shirt had also gotten wet, and I could even feel urine soaking the back of my shorts. I cut the stream of pee off for a minute, then relaxed again. I could hear the pee rushing out before it saturated my clothes, ran down my legs, and tumbled across the tarp. I was finishing up when Petunia unbolted the door and stepped inside. “Well,” she said. “When it rains it pours.”

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