Omorashi

Magazine
August 2007 omorashi.blogspot.com Vol. 1, No. 2
 Contents
3 Editor’s Note

4 Featured Websites
The Pool

Shara & Ger’s Female Desperation website

Juub’s Wet Jeans Bookmark List

Water Sports Training Manual

The Pee Movie List

6 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 pub-
lications, 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 col-
laborative 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 com-
pose 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 wet-
ting 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 any-
one, 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 regu-
larly ever since. The forum appears to be very
active with several regular posters and new par-
ticipants 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 fo-
rum 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 oth-
er 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 pee-
ing 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 sev-
eral 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.
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.”

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
Chapter Two
always talking about the new stupid bathroom
rules and saying that we should do something
about. By Saturday afternoon Petunia and I had
combined all of our friends together into one, large
Then, one day during fifth hour Petunia peed her list. Our next step was to call or email everyone and
pants during Mr. Barnard’s social studies lecture. send them the message. I got up just as Petunia
He excused her but the damage had already been was punching the first number into our phone.
done. She waited in the office for our mom to pick
her up. “Where are you going?”
“I’ll be right back,” I assured her.

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 “Are you going to use the bathroom?” “What’s this?” I asked.
I paused. “Yes,” I said. “but I don’t--” “Have a seat.” She averted her eyes when she
responded. I shrugged and sat down on the chair. I
“You’ll have to hold it, mister.”
was facing the far wall of the room, so I needed to
“What?” crane my head in order to see Petunia. But, she was
already heading through the doorway when I looked
“From now on, you’re in training for Tuesday.”
over my shoulder.
One hour later we were half way through our list
“Where are you going?” I asked.
of people. Most shared our anger with the school
but reluctantly committed to Petunia’s plan. The “I’ll be back. Just stay there.”
thing was that Petunia made it difficult for people to
The door slammed shut behind her. I suddenly
say no. Meanwhile, my bladder was bulging and I
felt very nervous about what Petunia was planning.
was dying for a pee.
Then, I heard the lock on the door slide into place. I
“How’re you hanging in there?” She asked. started to wonder if this was turning out to be some
kind of trick.
“Lousy,” I said. “I feel like I’m going to explode.”
Suddenly, there was a crackling voice and I
“Oh, don’t complain. I haven’t peed since
heard Petunia’s voice as if she was nearby. I looked
lunchtime.” She stood up and motioned for me
down and followed the sound to a walkie-talkie that
to follow. “I think its time for level two of your
she had left inside the storage room. “You’re going
training.”
to hold your bladder for as long as you can.”
I followed her up to her room, through her
“This is training?” I replied dubiously.
closet, and into the storage area on the other side
of her closet. My bladder ached even worse when “But first,” Petunia ignored my question. “You
I crouched down to fit through the door. The last need to drink a bottle of water.”
six feet of the room had been cleared except for a
I jammed the TALK button down with my finger.
chair, half opened six pack of bottled water, and a
“What? Won’t that make things worse?”
tarp.

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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.” last much longer.”

“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.”
“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.

“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.
“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!”

“My whole body is shaking,” I said into the radio. I stared silently at the quarter-sized wet spot
I was even having a hard time keeping my hand which had formed on my pants. The squirt of
steady as I talked into the radio. “I don’t think I’ll 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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