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the way that a blankie is a soft, comforting object, one that not only can be held in their actual hands, running their fingers over the fabric as they relax and slowly wet their padding, but one that can be wrapped around their shoulders, a comforting presence and weight

• the littles who were having such a difficult time getting used to using their padding, who realize they feel the safest and coziest while wrapped up in their blankie, and finding that it works it's magic to not only relax their nerves, but also their bladder

• littles that take that a step further, who are too shy to use their diapers out in the open, where anyone can not only look over at them, but where someone might even make eye-contact with them while they're in the middle of wetting - so, instead of hiding behind a couch, or underneath a table, or inside a closet, or just generally away and hidden from inquiring eyes, they simply pull out their blankie... and pull it directly over their head

if they can't see anyone else, then anyone else can't see them! they can simply pull their blankie from their head when they're done. if their caregiver looks over and spots their frizzy hair and nearby blankie, those are surefire signs that they need a change

• littles who wet as they brush their fingers against the fabric of their blankie, realizing that they accidentally pavlov-ed themselves when they come across a material in the wild that they innocently brush their hand against to feel the texture of, only to realize a few seconds too late that it's the same material as their blankie... and that there's a sizable wet patch on their pants

• littles who have not only a dedicated bedtime blankie, but also a dedicated potty blankie, who seeks out the appropriate blankie whenever the particular need arises. wrapping them in the bedtime blankie throughout the day ends up with constant napping, while tucking them in with their potty blankie ends up with soaked bedtime diapers

• littles that absolutely can NOT wet at all without their blankie... which happens to be in the washing machine. their caregiver gently encouraging them to go, but to no avail, the little potty dancing as they wait for the wash cycle to end... only to realize that because it's wet, the texture is All Wrong, which means that they'll have to wait for the dryer to do its job, which is a Problem because their ache is turning to an actual pain

their caregiver who has to look throughout their home in search for a suitable replacement before their little actually hurts themselves from holding it for too long, who makes a mental note to see if they can pick up a back-up blankie from somewhere just so this situation won't happen again

• littles who are stubborn and need THEIR blankie, no replacements accepted. there's tears, whining, and pleading for their blankie, they won't take an "it's dirty," "it's missing," or the ever dreaded "you're a big kid, you don't need a blankie anymore" as an answer. they either get what they want, or they'll manage to sneak away long enough to pull their diaper off and make a puddle that they will Not clean up. it's either a blankie + a diaper or NOTHING

girls in skirts, sitting with a group of people. maybe there's no bathroom around, or maybe it's occupied. in any case, she's desperate and very aware that she's not gonna make it to the bathroom at this rate. so she starts slowly leaking into her panties, trying to adjust her skirt so it won't get wet. trying to hide the relief on her face as she starts going fully, a small puddle forming under her thighs.

we, as a society, need to boost omorashi content production by a decent 200%

I was getting squirmy already before the hour was up, so I gathered my keys and warm clothes ahead

once I was literally dancing in place trying to hold it in I quickly put on my shoes (tying converse when you can't stay still is not recommended, for a moment I really thought I'll pee all over the floor) and I quickly made my way outside the apartment complex

I decided to wear a short skirt with nothing beneath, to make it a little easier, but it was probably a mistake because the moment I stepped outside and the cold air hit me I almost lost it right on the doorstep in front of our security camera

I squeezed my legs together and walked as fast as I could manage but I could feel myself leaking a little bit anyway so the moment I stepped around the corner I had to squat down and let a little bit out right there on the path under someone's window 😭

it was just a tiny puddle, but the stream was so strong I really struggled to make myself stop and not let everything out. then I got up to continue a bit away and there's a small wall nearby so climbed on it to see if there's anywhere hidden enough in the shadows to pee. but I started leaking again and I hopped of really quick, leaving just a little trail on it. I was hopping from one foot to the other, quietly whining but I could feel the drops running down my legs so I squatted right there to let a little more out. it felt sooo good to get the pressure off !

and then someone's car alarm started screaming 😭😭 when I tell you I stood up so fast and booked it away, I had to hold myself to not pee all over myself but I could feel I was really losing control entirely so I ducked into a nearby bush and before I could squat I could both feel and hear it splatter on the ground I just leaned my ass onto a tree to minimize the sound as it started all pouring out. it felt blissful but the stream was so strong it was still noisy and splattering back onto my legs and I just leaned my body on the tree trunk entirely and let it flow it was heavenly

I legit peed for almost a minute, got my ass and legs so wet too and then I sneaked away asap before anyone could see me >///<

It’s warm, and I’m getting really sleepy. She’s drinking some more juice and asks me if I want some. I have a sip, but my bladder starts to feel really uncomfortable. We drive past a rest stop. I just notice it and then it’s gone and I’m really mad at myself for not saying anything. I’m nibbling my lip.

“How long do you think it’ll be?” I say.

She tells me about an hour and forty minutes. That’s nothing, I can hold that long. I shut my eyes. I remember being a kid and having to go real bad in the back of the car, and asking them to stop but they wouldn’t. I remember a little bit leaking out and then a little bit more. It felt so warm. Uh-oh, I realise that’s the wrong thing to think about, because I gotta go even more.

I look for more rest stops, but I don’t think there are any before the hotel. We’re turning off the main road now, and onto the windy country roads with way less people and less chance to pull over. I feel kinda shy about my need even though I don’t think my friend would be annoyed. It’s better not to say anything. I nibble my thumb.

Then two bad things happen: we get stuck behind a really slow tractor for ages, and the next road we’re on is really rough and full of holes and I feel it right in my bladder. My hand goes between my legs and I really gotta go and I feel little and anxious.

“Uh oh,” I say. That’s not a very grown-up thing to say but I feel so anxious and all I can think about is that I gotta pee.

“What’s wrong?” my friend says.

I chew my lip. “I gotta pee really bad,” I say at last.

“Oh dear,” she says. “How bad?”

“Ummm.” I squeeze my hand between my legs. It really hurts now. “I don’t think I can make it much longer.”

She puts her hand on my knee. “It’s about an hour, still, to the hotel. We lost time behind that damn tractor.”

I whimper. I can’t help it. “I gotta go now. I’m sorry. Can we pull over?”

“I’ll try,” she says. The road isn’t busy, but it’s really narrow, and there are houses all round with big gardens. There’s no place I could go behind a bush, but no restaurants or shops either.

I hadn’t realised it was so bad. At first I felt sleepy and it seemed like I could just hold it. But I gotta go like burning now, and I keep wriggling. I feel almost like I might panic, you know, because it’s so bad and I can’t keep it in, but I have to and I don’t know what to do.

“There’s a towel in the backseat for emergencies,” my friend says.

I’m not sure what she means. Is she giving me permission to pee myself? But wouldn’t she be mad at me if I did that? We talked about omo a few times before, but it’s never been a reality. My cheeks are hot. “Uhh?” I ask her.

“It’s OK, you can sit on it. If you leak, it’s OK.”

“I feel like I might burst,” I tell her honestly. “I gotta go so so bad. I’m sorry.”

“It’s OK. I don’t mind,” she says. “We’ve talked about this before, remember.”

I grab the towel. I’m shifting from one thigh to the other and each bump in the road makes me feel like I’m going to let go. “But it’s different when it’s your car,” I say.

I put the towel under my butt. I’m tearing up. I don’t mean to but I just have to go so bad and it’s so sore and I don’t want it to happen. I nibble my thumb. Then I feel it, a little hot leak in my pants, and I whimper.

“Did you go a little?”

“Uh-huh.” My eyes are full of tears, one run downs my cheek.

“Aww, honey. You should just let go. We did drink a lot of juice.”

“Don’t talk about juice,” I try to joke. I squirm hard. It hurts so bad. Now that one leak has come out, I find myself relaxing just a little, and another leak comes out and wets my bottom. Ooooh. That does feel a little better, but once I clamp down I’ve got to go as bad as ever.

“Are you sure you won’t be mad if I get your car wet?” I say.

“Don’t worry, honey,” she says. “I’ve been there.”

I’m still looking out the window for someplace to stop. But I can’t help letting a little more out. It feels so good. I ball my hands into fists, trying to hold tight. When I move my hands away from my crotch I can see that it’s soaked, and it’s super obvious because I’m wearing thin beige trousers.

“I’m having an accident,” I say softly, as I feel another trickle come out. It’s SO HARD to hold on now that I’ve started, and I feel it running down my leg, a long warm gush.

“I know,” my friend says. “It’s OK, you can clean up at the hotel.”

I whimper again. I feel so little and so warm in the car, and so naughty. Even though she’s said it’s OK I can’t believe I’m letting this happen. I feel it run between my legs, and suddenly I’m really letting go, it’s too hard to stop, and there’s a loud hissing sound and I’m just going and going.

The pee soaks through the towel and ends up on the floor of the car too. I can’t believe it. It feels so good too, now it’s begun I suddenly feel so relaxed, so warm and safe and wet. “Uh oh,” I find myself whispering, as I feel my shoes squelch.

“Don’t worry,” my friend says. “It’s pretty hot, actually. And I’m glad you’re not sore any more.”

“I’ve never done anything like that before,” I say.

“It doesn’t feel so bad, does it?” she says.