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  1. A woman desperate to pee tries to squat in the woods, but waited a little too long and ends up having an embarrassing accident in this voyeur video. Here is the scene- A voyeur is lying in wait with a night vision video camera, ready to capture some public squatting and relief. It seems the voyeur’s efforts are about to be rewarded when Sosha comes by, holding herself, wearing jeans and a coat. She is so desperate, however, we can see the back of her pants are already wet as she squats down. She doesn’t even have time to pull down her panties, instead freely peeing through them. She must hear something, or have some reason to suspect she is being watched, because mid-pee she suddenly stands up and halfway pulls up her jeans, but then stops as she realizes she is still peeing. Once she manages to stop the flow she pulls her pants up the rest of the way and runs off. In the process, she makes a huge mess; She has wet her jeans, peed through her panties, and continued peeing down her legs as she tried to stand up. This attempt at squatting was a complete and utter failure, and thanks to night vision technology we can enjoy all of it.
  2. rfthawne

    Lost at the Party

    First time story poster here! This is actually a multi-part story I wrote for a now inactive user named Rick Dixon. He disappeared before I could send him the final copy, but he had previously given his permission to post it here and make the changes to it that I'm going to make. Hope you all enjoy! ---------- "Darla stop fidgeting your legs like that. You look like a little kid who has to go potty," Darla's mom said, giving her a judgemental look as she took a sip of her coffee. "Ew Mom, that's gross," Darla replied, suddenly aware of how obviously she had been jiggling her legs and making an effort to hold them still. "Its just the caffeine from the coffee making me antsy." "Be that as it may, try not to embarrass me in front of your uncle's family. He was nice enough to invite us to this luncheon with all his neighbors. There's even some cute boys here. You'd hate to have an accident in front of a potential boyfriend." "Mom I don't have to pee, just drop it ok?" Darla than took a sip of her own coffee to try and seem casual, a sip which she immediately regretted as the liquid seemed to speed straight to her bladder. Despite her protests to the contrary, Darla did have to pee. Quite desperately in fact. She didn't know her cousins or their neighbors that well, so when she and her mother arrived she had mainly stayed with her, sipping coffee or wine and chit chatting about nothing in particular. Darla had even had a mild urge to pee when they first arrived several hours ago, but had thought it no problem and figured she could hold it until they left. She had always been a little shy about using a stranger's bathroom. Darla thought she'd still be fine if it hadn't been for when her mother had stepped away to gossip with Darla's aunt, leaving Darla alone at the table to drink two cups of coffee rather than make awkward small talk with strangers. Well that coffee, along with the the glass of wine and a coffee when they first arrived and the two coffees since then were now demanding to be released and Darla wasn't sure how much longer she could put off a trip to the bathroom. ---------- Blake had been friends with Darla's cousin John since they were in middle school, close enough that they were practically brothers and despite living several miles away now he had still been invited to her Uncle's luncheon. John would often joke that he and Blake knew everything about each other, which amused Blake because there was one thing John certainly did not know: that Blake had a major pee fetish. All his life, ever since puberty he had found himself deeply aroused by the thought of a woman having a full on accident in public, humiliating herself for all to see. While he had watched a lot of porn, he had never seen an accident in person, and he was becoming quite desperate to, even going so far to have a basic plan for what to do if he saw signs of desperation from a hot girl at a party like this. He had high hopes he would get to use that plan today because he had seen Darla bouncing her legs up and down and suspected he knew why. He hadn't seen her use the restroom yet, and he had seen her drink plenty. From where he sat he could take in the full sight of her. Shoulder length dark brown hair worn behind her ears to show off her tan complexion. A body that showed she was in shape but not intimidatingly so. Perky, full sized breasts that showed a respectable amount of cleavage under her green tank top. Tight tan pants that had showcased her full sized butt perfectly when she had walked to get more coffee. Designer flip flops that bounced up and down as her leg began to jiggle again. "Oh yes," Blake thought, "she's got to go bad." Suddenly he saw her stand up, and once she had stepped away from her table he watched her give a frantic look around the room before biting her lip and walking towards the front of the house; the opposite direction from the bathroom. "Now or never," Blake muttered, ready to put his plan into action. He set off after her, making sure to swing by the bathroom and get things prepared first. ---------- Darla had only just noticed her leg jiggling again when suddenly a quick bladder spasm caused her to suck in her breath and clench her bladder muscles tight. "This is bad," she thought. "I need to pee now before I have an accident in these pants. Ooo I wish I'd worn the black ones instead." She pushed her chair back from the table and stood up, barely resisting the urge to grab her crotch like a preschooler. "Mom I'm going to go take a walk around the house, see if I can spot one of those cute guys you mentioned." She gave her mother a cute smile which earned her a nod of approval, then began to make her way towards the exit. After she had taken several paces and put at least two tables between herself and her mother she allowed herself a quick squeeze of her crotch from a hand she stuck in her pocket. Luckily most people in the dining room seemed too engrossed in conversation to notice her. She bit her lip as she frantically looked around, trying to decide where in her Uncle's estate the bathroom was. This was getting bad. Already she could feel a second spasm coming just from the few steps she had taken. "Think Darla, where would it be? Gotta be by the front door right?" Giving herself a second squeeze and leaving her hand in her pocket just in case, Darla set off for the front of the house. Reaching the entryway, Darla hurried to the only door she found, desperate for relief. Twice more on the walk here she had had to grab her crotch in order to prevent any leaks, the spasms becoming increasingly insistent. She had a hard timestanding still as she reached for the door knob. "Thank God," she muttered as she threw open the door. Her joy turned to anguish in an instant though at what she found: a coat closet. "Shit!" she exclaimed, her hands flying down to her crotch as the most powerful spasm yet rocked her body. She clenched with all her might, but even then a brief squirt escaped into her thong underwear. Tears began to form in her eyes. "No please no," she muttered, "please don't let me wet my panties, not here, not now!" ---------- Blake silently moved into the entryway, relieved to see Darla still there and squirming through a major potty dance. He had hoped she wouldn't have moved on, but it had taken him longer than he had expected to convince John's mother that her makeup was running and she needed to reapply in the only downstairs bathroom. "As much warpaint as she puts on," he thought, "she should buy me 20 minutes easy." At the time he had hoped that was enough, but seeing the state Darla was in he knew it was plenty. He was still trying to figure out how to approach her when suddenly he heard her start muttering, pleading with some higher power to help her not wet her panties. He took that as an acceptable cue. ---------- "I'm sorry for intruding, is everything ok ma'am?" Blake asked. Darla nearly jumped out of her skin at his sudden appearance, immediately bending at the waist and clutching her crotch for dear life as she did so. Luckily she didn't think she squirted this time. Turning, she saw Blake standing there in black jeans and a red button up shirt. Her face turned beat red. "Oh um yes, everything, everything is fine," she said, badly trying to seem casual as she squirmed and grasped herself in the entryway. "I was just looking for the..." "The toilet? It is actually on the other side of the house, sorry. Would you like me to show you?" Darla's face turned even more red, stinging tears returning to her eyes. Here she was a 26 year old woman holding herself like a three year old in front of this handsome stranger who was offering to show her to the toilet like she was a kid. "Just directions are fine, thanks." Darla was barely able to keep the shake out of her voice. "You sure, it's no trouble at all. I know how confusing this house can get," Blake replied with a chuckle. "I'm sure," Darla nearly snapped, as her desperation overwhelmed her embarrassment and decorum momentarily. "Ok, my apologies, you're clearly in some distress. Just go down this hallway and turn right before the dining room. Take your second left and the bathroom is the third door on the right. Figured you'd want a path that avoided the crowd," he said with a wink. "Thank you," Darla replied, having managed to regain at least a semblance of control. She shakily walked out of the entryway, managing to resist the nearly overpowering urge to hold herself as she did so. As she made her way down the hall and out of his sight she stopped resisting, her right hand darting into her crotch and holding on for all it was worth while her left she used for balance as she tried to keep her legs as tightly pressed together as possible. The crotch of her thong still felt wet from her quick burst, but nothing felt like it was showing on the outside of her pants. She silently prayed that that brief leak into her panties would be the only one. Inside her bladder felt like it was turning into a small boulder, rock hard against her waistband as the liquid within demanded release.
  3. In this video, we get to witness a humiliating pants-wetting accident from the vantage point of a spy camera hidden in a public bathroom. Looking into the woman’s bathroom through a hidden camera, we see Sosha enter the scene. She is so desperate to pee, she is already starting to wet her pants. From the brief period of time it takes her to get to the toilet, her accident expands from a small wet spot to a major flood. After struggling with her zipper she manages to get her pants down, but by now it doesn’t make too much of a difference. Perhaps unaware of how badly she has wet herself, she still sits on the toilet, though she hasn’t pulled down her underwear, and continues to relieve herself. Once she is done peeing she inspects her wet pants in underwear. Clearly ashamed at having wet herself, she sulks out of the bathroom.
  4. The last two weeks I held my pee till leaking on nearly every second evening. I paired this with some sports activities, to get my body exhausted and eventually wetting my pants uncontrollably. I started with drinking much and continuous like normal rapid desperation and after getting to like 7/10 or 8/10 I was doing some crunches, sit-ups, squats, planks, pushups, supermans, kegels and jumping jacks. And normally I don’t leak from those activities, but doing so every second or third evening, it started to weaken my sphincter and stress out my bladder so on Thursday my pants got wet regardless of holding in (which is a huge "payoff" for my formerly weak and shy paruresis bladder). After this little workout I got outside for some jogging, like some people on this site suggest doing while being desperate. Later on, I got very exhausted since I tried to keep up running fast (at least on my scale) and my bladder got shaken so just walking or standing wasn’t really possible without leaking and spurting and eventually I couldn’t keep on an my already damp pants got overflooded. The following days my bladder developed some form of “urge incontinence“ since it didn’t hold much and when reaching its new and low "point of fullness” it pushed like crazy, causing wet spots in my underwear till I finally was able to reach a toilet. This was very slight at the beginning but got stronger after every hold. (First, I was concerned if I had somehow “broken” my bladder, but since I didn’t wet my bed at night and still peed allot in the morning, I knew it was mostly a mental thing). Because of those leaks and toilet-rushes I decided to wear diapers some days, and just let go anywhere I had to, which was really enjoying. Last weekend I got really ill, after all it is only a tonsillitis, but somehow my body got so weak (I literally struggled to stand for two minutes and make some tea) that I wasn’t able to hold my pee and dribbled in my pants from time to time (and my bladder wasn’t even noticeable full). Today I am feeling a bit better and I can write this on my pc, but on weekend, I didn’t even care (I didn’t get soaked pants after all, only a wet spot in my crotch) and I couldn’t enjoy any part of the experience. It didn’t happen today anymore but now I can see the fun part. And I have put on diapers just in case^^. I never expected to have such an experience with my shy “steel bladder”.
  5. (seems to be having issues with actually seeing it. Just try and download it) So yesterday i had a planned hold set to happen. In the beginning I thought it was gonna be really bad and awful but it turned out really fun and intense in the moment. I went to class 30 minutes away and grabbed and iced coffee and a water. I was carpooling with a friend then and it was a very fun experience since we hit a lot of traffic and red lights. When I got back to school I was fine so the need died down till I drank more water and we'll, this happened UwU If youfollow me on Twitter (@spacekidstar_) or was able to be in the omo live section of the discord yesterday, you caught me holding lol. I was able to get a lot of videos and thankfully @sharkjaw was able to mash them all together and better the sound, so thank you so much for that! Watch me squirm and dance and leak and finally wet myself~ I hope you guys enjoy it! Space princess.mp4
  6. After Eastern Isle, I really wanted to do a more personal story for Franziska, the main character of that interactive. I wanted to focus on her time as a monster hunter, traveling across the various countries as she takes contracts to slay the deadly beasts that prowl the land. This story focuses on Franziska and her traveling companion, Eliza. The chapters will focus on the perspectives of both girls as they travel across the land, looking for their next contract. They're relatively short chapters, more like mini-chapters that change between the girls. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter I: Franziska It was a dull morning, with grey skies looming overhead. Franziska and her companion no sooner escaped the snowy tundras of the east before the storm that had been following them came. When it started, the whole forest shook with powerful winds, showers of icy cold rain poured from the skies, and before too long, the roads became thick swamps of mud, and a fog that Franziska could only describe as an omen swept over the land. She was not unfamiliar with Balkanan weather, having traveled her as a youth; the harsh weather between it’s border and Serkaine’s did not give the country of wine and merriment the reputation it deserved. She had forgotten as she navigated her carriage through the foggy, murk-filled landscape that she had left the east at all. For Franziska, A Selkava fighter turned mercenary, the contracts in the eastern land of Serkaine had dried up. Work was rare and when it was found, it paid poorly. She stuck to the tundras and border towns, taking work from settlements that struggled to fight against the onslaught of deadly monsters. But recently, she struggled to make coin. It was not uncommon, even in the most dangerous lands, for contracts to dry up. Once it happened, Franziska would do what she had countless times before: move on to a new land. She had heard rumours of work in the camps and villages in Balkana, the neighboring country. That didn’t surprise her; even the country of wine and song had its share of monsters and better for the Monster Hunter, more coin to fill her empty purse. She had decided to ride for the country of Balkana, hoping to fill her purse, which meant journeying south and through the mountain passage of Veltalka Fortress. However, Franziska had one change in the routine of travel she had made for herself over a decade. A traveling companion. A young runaway called Eliza. The Cleric had treated Franziska after arriving at her convent, wounded from an ambush of Shambling corpses. Eliza, stricken with wanderlust, had pleaded for Franziska to take her with her, and although stubborn at first, Franziska gave in to the idea of having company, somebody to make the days less long. In the end, she left the convent with the young cleric by her side, and continued her journey south. It had been a week since the girls left the convent in Astorak. They had passed through the last of the towns on the Serkainian border. All that was left was the long stretch of forest known to travelers as the “Forest of Spirits.” Before the mountain passage of Veltalka Fortress. The morning began like any other after their first night camping; with breakfast in their bellies and a piss on the trees before heading out. The lack of supplies troubled Franziska but she had not taken proper inventory, wanting to be on the trail before sunrise. It had been a journey since dawn. They had rode well into the afternoon without a single stop. Franziska was feeling her legs go numb and she felt the pressing need to water the plants. “Let’s pull over for a little bit.” She told Eliza. Once they were in the deeper roads of the forest, sheltered from the storm, Franziska pulled the carriage to the side of the pathway and allowed herself and her companion some time to stretch their legs and empty their bladders after a long journey. As soon as the carriage stopped, Eliza scrambled down and rushed off toward the bushes furthest from their stop. “Remember not to stray too far from the caravan!” Franziska called out to her, echoing the warning she gave Eliza every time the Cleric went off to relieve herself. “I know~” Eliza groaned. She pulled her cloak over her head and vanished behind the bushes, nearly tripping over them. The last Franziska saw of the Cleric was her head as she squatted down. It had been a long journey, and Franziska, after several hours and a flask of tea was feeling the same urge as her friend. But she was the one responsible for caring for their horses and taking inventory of their supplies. She took a moment to stretch and to tend to a pesky itch on her arse. She buried her hand beneath her greaves and scratched her cheek; it felt good, finally catering to an itch that had her cheek twitching. Once was done fumbling beneath her cloak, she climbed down from the wooden carriage. Her boots squelched on the muddy road, sinking into the wet dirt. Even under the trees, she could still feel the pitter-patter of rain; it was icy cold. She trudged through the mud, wind sweeping her ruby red hair across her eyes. She grumbled and pulled the hood of her cloak up over herself to shield herself from the elements. She walked around the back of the carriage and pulled the steel bolt off the doors. The wind swept the doors open, sending them crashing against the sides with a banging thud, barely giving her time to avoid them. Franziska cursed and climbed into the caravan, out of the path of the biting winds. She took inventory of what they had left. Their supplies were dwindling. Her skills as a Monster Hunter had gone unrewarded as the past few towns offered few jobs and even fewer coin. “Hells…” She cursed. Some vegetables for stew and the dust of a bag of tea leaves. Barely enough to feed them for a few more days. She hated to do it, but at least until Veltalka, she'd have to ration their supplies. Other than that all they had left was Franziska’s silver swords, two silver blades that stood out among the dull boxes and sacks with a distinct gleam. She took one in her hands, the silver burned faintly against her gloves. "I would hate to have to sell one of you." Both swords had been with her for the best part of a decade, but pure silver was worth at least a months supply of food. She rested the sword back down, not dwelling on the thought of selling her best tools for her trade already. It was a hasty thought at best right now. She reached over her silver swords and grabbed a tattered sack full of oats for the horses. She pocketed a small flask of tea. Traveling in this cold had chilled her blood and she needed something to stave off the chill. She hoisted it to the front of the carriage and dropped it, letting it sink into the muddy road. The horses whinnied at the howling winds but settled themselves once they saw the bag of oats Franziska had hoisted for them. She grabbed a handful and held them out for the first horse. “You must be hungry after trotting through this weather.” She smiled, reaching out with her other hand to pet the horse. It huffed, but didn’t turn down the oats, or a pat. “There’s a good horse.” She whispered in Serkainian. The bushes behind her rustled. Franziska turned, seeing her companion squatting behind them, the rough fabric of a cloak shuffling between the trees. “Almost finished?” She asked Eliza. “N-Not quite.” Eliza squeaked. “I’m not used to doing it outside. Especially with company so close. Did you have to insist I stay so close to the caravan?” “I can’t have you wandering off. It’s not called the Forest of Spirits without reason.” She took a swig from the flask of tea. “I thought you said Spirits don’t come out during the daytime.” “I said they don’t come out in daylight.” She looked up at the tall trees stretching up to the dull afternoon sky and back down into the surrounding forest. “Plenty of shadows around here though. And young girls going to take a shit in the woods? Those are the easiest prey.” For a brief moment, Franziska questioned sneaking up behind Eliza and grabbing her, mimicking a spirit going for it’s prey. That would’ve certainly scared the shit out of her. But she wished to tend to the horses, and with how jittery Eliza could be, she didn’t want to make this journey any more tense than it already was. She sounded stressed enough shitting in the bushes. The first horse whinnied happily. Franziska reached down into the sack of oats and took another handful for the other horse. She tended to both horses, often looking over her shoulder to see a small figure fidgeting behind the bushes. Franziska smirked. She found the shy nature of her companion endearing. It reminded her of herself when she was a youth, fearful of everything, nervous to the point she even struggled to drop a log if it wasn’t in the privacy of a privy. Though her own upbringing with the Selkava made it easier for her to adjust to long journeys. Unlike Eliza, a pampered cleric who had spent her life in the confines of a comfortable church. Once the horses had been fed, there was only one thing left to do before journeying deeper into the forest. Franziska reached under her cloak and unbuckled her belt. She trudged through the muddy grass and toward Eliza. “H-Hey… What are you coming over here for?” Eliza squeaked, her face redder than a maiden’s spanked arse. She pulled her cloak over herself, covering her bare backside. Franziska ignored her companions cries and headed towards one of the large oaks Eliza was squatting beside. “We’ve been riding without a single stop since sunrise.” She lifted her cloak, pulled down her greaves no further than her knees and squatted over the trunk of the tree. “What do you think I’m doing?” She stuttered with bliss as she felt the warmth flow between her lips. “Ha~” The air resonated with a hissing as Franziska watered the trunk of the large oak. Her stream ran down the trunk, moistening the dry patch of mud beneath her. Her water steamed in the cold air, rising up and wafting against her bare arse. She finished quickly. The last few drops spilled from between her and she finished with a sigh. “Dammit…” She looked around for something to wipe, but had no choice but to use the edge of her cloak. She wiped between her legs with the rough fabric and pulled her greaves back up. A few seconds hunched over a tree and her arse had gone numb. It was getting colder. Franziska wrapped her cloak tightly around herself and headed back for the carriage. “Be quick, okay?” “I’m trying.” Eliza squeaked from the bushes. “Just relax. Try thinking of rivers... or waterfalls.” Franziska jested. “I would if that was… what I was doing…” The cleric’s voice was barely louder than a whisper. “Mudslides then.” Franziska shrugged her shoulders. After relieving herself, she headed back to the carriage and climbed atop it. She took the reins in her hands, waited a minute, then pounded against the side of their carriage with an impatient fist. “Are you done laying dirt?” She called over to Eliza. “We need to get moving. We’re losing daylight.” The cleric emerged from the bushes, fumbling with her trousers. She held her stomach and frowned. She climbed up onto the carriage, wincing as she bent inwards against her belly and took her seat beside Franziska. She didn’t say anything, she just sat holding her stomach and looking straight ahead with an agonized glare. Eliza was a pretty girl, though journeying had withered away her soft city-looks; her face was flaked with flecks of dried dirt, her soft cheeks bore a scratch or two that were yet to heal and the cold had made her skin pale. Though past the filth and pale skin, she was a soft girl, short and kind-eyed with a smile that rarely dwindled, a fitting appearance for a cleric, somebody to make people feel better as they tended to their wounds. A little sister of sorts. That was how Franziska saw her, somebody who was always there for her, ready to take care of her whenever the need arose. Wanting to break the silence, Franziska patted her companion on the back. “No need to look so miserable. I couldn’t shit outside when I first started traveling either.” She didn’t get even a smile out of Eliza, who just huffed and kept looking ahead, holding her stomach tighter. Franziska shrugged, grabbed the reins and rode off through the muddy trails of the forest.
  7. Read First I'm really sorry if this against the rules, but I went ahead and created a new topic with tags. I didn't want to write anything that would be offensive to people who weren't into certain kinks and such. I'll continue to write this for a bit since it's been a pretty fun to practice writing. If any moderators come across this, Please just delete the original topic by the same name! Also added a doodle of Miyuki, not great but thought it would be nice to kinda show what I think, since my writing isn't the best. Chapter 1 On a quiet Friday night a tired diligent artist works on a new idea for a short romantic comedy 4-koma. She finishes typing up her script before saving, and putting her computer to sleep. Miyuki Izumi, had been working all day typing up her disappointingly short script. Even spending sometime at work, spaced out, day dreaming about the idea. She wasn't normally a bad employee, but her mind usually always revolved around her artwork, and nothing else. At 21 years of age, Miyuki held a decent salaryman job, as an office worker. She wasn't particularly skilled in much, beyond her drawing skills so often times she had to give it her 100% at her workplace in order to do her job correctly Drawing was something that plagued Miyuki she was quite an artist, but often doubted her own work. Often choosing to lie in bed scrolling through other artists work. She had serious issues with self esteem, and self confidence. She was a very short girl, along with her undesirable breast size and was also quite plain in terms of her fashion, Usually wearing longer skirts with a long sleeve sweater, or sweatpants and a t-shirt if she was home in her apartment. Even down to her large glasses she wore because of her bad eyesight. But despite these sometimes helpless feelings of despair she fought on because she loved to draw. "oh my, it's 2:am... I've got to get some sleep." She plops down onto her bed, removing her glasses and placing them on her night stand. Lifting the covers over herself, and grabs her favorite body pillow that she often slept with. Miyuki loved Magical Girl Poya Poya. It was an older magical girl show that she loved as a child, and secretly fell in love with. Hugging her pillow tightly she drifted off to slumber with a tiny smile. Miyuki jolted awake, followed by heavy breathing. Her back was cold and wet from sweat, as well as her sheets that were quite damp. She had woken from a nightmare that she had relived many times before. It was a large factor of her issues with self confidence and self esteem. She was once taken advantage of by a upper class-man in high school. The thoughts made her shiver in fear, thankfully she was saved by some nameless group of girls that caught the boy, in the girls bathroom before things could have become much worse. She became terrified of men, and often took measures not to interact with them. In that moment she was betrayed by someone who was her friend, they even shared laughs, He robbed her of her innocence, and it affected her greatly. That was five years ago. In that time, she had time to think and adapt, her parents sought out therapists. In the beginning it was rough, but eventually she was able to talk about it. She was not fixed but it did helped her move on. She still had nightmares about it. This was something that became a common occurance for Miyuki. Waking up in sweat was a more preferable occurrence, it didn't happen often but the worst case scenario she would have woken up in puddle of urine. It hadn't happened in a long time, but she took precautions nonetheless. She kept a plastic sheet over her mattress, to avoid soiling it. As well as regular bathroom use right before bed. Shivering she finally crawled out of bed and changed her clothes, putting on a pair of thick sweat pants and and a sweater she turned on her tv. Watching anime was an escape from her stress, She often left dvds in her dvd player for this purpose. After about an hour of watching anime, her stomach made and audible noise. "Ah, breakfast... "I'm gonna have to go out..." Feeling guilty of being lazy, she went ahead and took a shower, before putting on a sweater and skirt. Miyuki had fairly long black hair that went down to her back, though she often liked to keep it in a single large braid. After getting ready she grabbed her bag, and headed out. Usually she would keep some things likes eggs, bacon, and other foodstuffs, but she was so excited to get home and write some of her script yesterday, she forgot to go shopping. She locked her door, walking down the stairs to her apartment. "whoah... It's really cold out, I wish I had brought a coat." she says under her breath, rubbing her hands together. Soon her destination came into sight. It was a family restaurant that served a mixture of Japanese food, as well as more Western dishes. Walking through the door, a chime rings. She waits at the door patiently. It's not long before a older lanky man in his late 30s, comes to greet her. "Good morning Izumi-san, it's been what a year, since I've last seen you here!" Miyuki, had come to this restaurant many times before, she liked the atmosphere, the place wasn't always crowded, and she was a regular and the manger became used to her usual request. "y-yes sir, I've been busy with work and such..." Miyuki spoke a bit tense. "I'm glad to hear your working hard! So the table in the back corner?" She nodded. He grabbed a menu and some silverware, and led her to the table, she usually sat toward the wall so she could look out the window, and to minimize potential eye contact with others. "A waitress will be out soon to serve you." The manager, said after setting up the table. Miyuki thanked him as he returned to the front of the store. Looking into her bag she noticed she forgot something "n-no way." She had forgotten her phone on her computer desk. she sighed and pulled out a small sketch book and some pencils. Miyuki didn't like the attention of drawing in public, but today the restaurant was nearly empty so she seemed more open to the idea. about 5 minutes had passed before she was surprised when she heard a woman greet her quite loudly. Slightly in shock, the woman bent over placing a hand on Miyuki's shoulder. "Oh I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you!" I-I'm okay! Miyuki awkwardly yelped. She was in disbelief of the pure femininity of this woman. She had long blond hair that went down to her waist, large blue eyes as well as make-up in all the right places. Not to mention her much more desirable figure. The lady took notice in Miyuki's dumbfounded stare. She giggled "My name is Katou-san and I'll be your waitress this morning." Miyuki finally coming to her senses. "Hi I-I'm Izumi-san n-nice to meet you!" She awkwardly replied. Katou-san Laughed again. "I don't need to know your name silly, but I appreciate your manners!" She sat embarrassed "s-sorry." "Aw your so sweet." Lifting up her clipboard, "What can I get for you?" Miyuki Replied, "Um, an orange juice, w-with pulp, a-and the hamburg steak breakfast." Writing this down Katou-san held a beaming smile,"oho, that's a cute choice!" "Alright, let me take this to the back hun, and I'll be back with your OJ!" As Katou-san left, Miyuki sat completely beat red embarrassed. Being doted on did not come naturally to her. She had felt absolutely dumb, for that greeting earlier. She thought about it hard, and something began to seem off. The waitress had a weird speech tone, she kept dropping english esque words, Miyuki wasn't all to sharp on her english but she understood popular words. Of course her blond hair, and blue eyes, also gave it away, She must not have been born in Japan, but maybe been here long enough to pick up the language? Soon the Blonde girl came back with her orange juice. "Here you go sweetie." Dropping a straw on the table, she returned to the back, with a little wave. Miyuki wondered if it would have been rude to ask about where she came from. She had never really talked to a foreigner before, but she heard some rumors about them. She began to doodle, as she sipped her orange juice. Her doodling turned to sketching, as she was interested in the strange waitress. upon a few quick sketches of the waitress, she began to feel a bit embarrassed so she quickly drew some other simple characters along side her to try to diminish the characters presence. No matter how you looked at it the drawing, it was definitely of Katou-san. Katou-san came back to check up on the small Japanese girl. "Need anything? Looks like your running low on OJ, want me to refill it for you?" Miyuki replied "Y-yes please!" She smiled reaching over the table to grab the glass. "Um... K-Katou-san... a-are you not from here?" Miyuki stuttered out. There was a bit of silence before Katou-san smiled and laughed. "You little detective.... nope, I'm not from here but I've been here for awhile, what gave it away? Was it my Japanese? Miyuki staring at the blonde beauty, with blue eyes. "N-no... just a hunch." She laughed again, "I'm kiddding! Seriously though hows my Japanese? it's not to obvious? I've thought it was okay since people around me never pointed it out." Miyuki trying to be tactful "It's.... not bad, but some of the words you say I don't really understand. Y-your accent doesn't help... b-but it's not like it's bad... but y-you do have a nice voice! Aw you think so? You're so kind! Thanks- OH I'm supposed to be getting your orange juice! I'll be right back!" The waitress returned quickly retreating to the kitchen, leaving Miyuki to her thoughts. "wow, she's really pretty, ah, I forgot to ask where she's from..." Katou-san returned, this time with a sizzling hot plate as well as another plate with her eggs and bacon all balanced on one arm, and in the other hand Miyuki's orange juice. "I'm back Izumi-san! Hearing her own name was a bit embarrassing. Setting the drink down, freeing up her arm, she skillfully maneuvered the plates off of it and on to the table. "Can I get you anything else?" Miyuki Replied "N-no, thank you." Katou-san smiled once again before leaving out of her sight. She doubled back before leaving "Oh yeah if it's not to weird, could I see what you were drawing?" Katou-san grinned. Miyuki nearly felt obligated as if she was being hypnotized by her beauty, before remembering what she had drawn, but it was too late, as she had already handed the waitress her book. Katou-san looked as she made her amazement, quite audible. She even took a seat across from Miyuki, who looked embarrassed as well as surprised. "Oh I hate this booth it's always to tight on this side, as she squeezed in, her large bosom nearly coming to rest on the table. "Oh is this one supposed to be me!?" She pointed showing the beat red Izumi. "Uh-uh... N-NO it's just a coincidence!" Miyuki panicked! Katou-san wasn't buying it as she grinned quite smugly. I don't know Izumi-san I think you really got my uniform nailed down pretty well! She spoke teasingly. Miyuki lost for words, looked as if she could cry at any moment. Katou-san laughed. "Aw it's okay! I love it, you draw really well! These other characters look really cute too!" Miyuki tried to hide her embarrassment "th-thank you..." Just as she thought the teasing was over, Katou-san made a comment with a seriously concerned expression. "Though I think my breasts are much bigger than what you've got drawn here Izumi-san!" Miyuki again lost for words not knowing how to respond, she just hid her embarrassment, I-I th-though it would have b-been rude... she quietly said. "I'm kidding! Please it's okay don't worry the place is empty, I'm just a big teaser! Oh I'm so sorry I should be letting you eat! Let me get out of here! Miyuki quickly responded. "Y-you don't have to go!" blushing. Katou-san was surprised, but she took her offer. "O-oh well I guess I'll stay then" She smiled with a light blush. Miyuki awkwardly began to cut into her food. "u-um is it okay if I ask where you're from Katou-san?"Katou-san breaking away from admiring her sketch. Finally responds. "I was born in the US." Miyuki swallowing. "Oh really! That's so cool, I'd like to visit there someday... "Yes it's a very nice country despite what people say." Katou-san seemed a bit pained. "If you dont mind me asking, why did you come to Japan?" Miyuki inquired. Katou-san seemed conflicted and a bit reserved. "I-I don't mind you asking, but maybe another time, it's a complicated topic." "I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry..." Miyuki apologized. She seemed guilty about changing the mood, Katou-san seemed like a cheerful person and didn't like to hover on moody topics. There was a bit of an awkward silence before Miyuki deep in her thoughts, spoke a very out of character line. " K-katou-san I-if you ever need someone to talk to... Or.." Katou-san cut her off. "I don't really need anyone to talk too... But I could use a friend, I don't have too many of those. So maybe some time we could talk over coffee or something?" She seemed a bit happy that Miyuki had offered. Miyuki perked up, "y-yeah that sounds nice!" Just then the door chimed as a larger group of people came in." Katou-san got out of the tiny booth, peeved. "ah geez, looks like I can't talk anymore. Let me go grab your check before it gets real busy. Katou-san ran off to the back once again. about 10 minutes later. Katou-san had come back with the check, "Well it looks like it's about to get busy here...". handing Miyuki the check. "If you go up to the front He'll check you out." Miyuki nodded. There was a bit of hesitation, in Katou-san's voice, "Hey well I'm not going to be able to stick around, but I still wanna have that coffee!... so let me give you my number!" Strangely enough she pulls out an older flip phone. Miyuki got excited before she realized she had forgotten her phone. "Uh... I'm sorry but I left my phone at home..." Katou-san put her phone away and reached into her pocket, and pulled out a sharpie pen. "Hope you don't mind she smiled, leaning over the table, her larger but soft hands held onto Miyuki's as the pen tickled her palm. Katou-san was close, as Miyuki couldn't help but notice again, how pretty she really was. "There! Okay well I really gotta go, but you better call me, okay! Miyuki awkwardly replied "y-yes ma'am!" Katou-san giggled as she went over to take the other customers orders. Miyuki, for the first time in a long time, made a friend. Chapter 2 Miyuki had paid and left the restaurant as she began walking back to her apartment. She was in great mood, it wasn't everyday that she had a long conversation like that. She wanted to call Katou-san right away, of course she was still working. Now that she thought about it, she never told Miyuki, what would be a good time to call. Miyuki soon arrived at her apartment, taking off her shoes, placing them at the door. Miyuki-san happily sat on her computer chair where she left her phone, and immediately, entered in Katou-san's number into her contacts list. Swirling in her chair, her excitement grew. She soon took notice of her own eagerness, "Okay I've gotta distract myself... I've got work to do so I should get started." She woke her computer, to resume her work. She began to re-read and do some slight editing to her script before grabbing her sketch book and started drawing some rough sketches of the scenes, looking up every once in while to read. She put some music on, and soon found her self completely engaged in her activity. It had been about 5 hours of non-stop work. Her hand was a bit cramped, and her back felt stiff. A good sign she had been working to long. She let out a soft yawn, as she checked the time. 5:32pm "Whoah, yeah I should probably take a nap...b-but what if Katou-san calls first? I should just wait a bit longer..." She swiveled her chair towards her tv turning it on, continuing where she left off on her anime she was watching earlier. Soon the tired girl gave in to slumber right there in her computer chair... She woke slowly wiping sleep from her eyes. The tv repeated the main menu music, the window was dark. Coming to her senses she checked her phone it was 11pm. Miyuki Jumped up "N-No! I fell asleep!" She quickly checked her phone for any messages, seeing none she became very conflicted about what she should do. Was Katou-san already asleep? Did she work later? Miyuki grew desperate so she painfully pressed the call button and awaited for Katou-san to answer. The phone ringed for a bit each time was more disheartening. Hello? A voice on the other end spoke out. K-Katou-san?! I-it's me, Izumi! She gripped the phone tensely. "Oh, Izumi-san, you know... I was getting worried that you didn't want to see me..." Miyuki-san yelped, "T-That's not true! I-I just didn't know when was a good time to call, a-and then, I wasn't sure if you worked late, and then I tried just waiting but then I fell asleep. a-and-" Katou-san interrupted her. "I-I'm sorry... I was just teasing! Please calm down, I kind of figured that was the issue, I'm kind of an airhead sometimes. I should really pull back on the jokes." Miyuki once again fell for another one of her traps. "O-oh! y-you really had me worried Katou-san!" She shook her fist at nothing in particular. Katou-san apologized again, "Sorry, don't be mad please! Well it's kind of late I think all the coffee shops around here are closed..." Miyuki felt disappointed in herself but her determination was still high. "Katou-san! H-How about a b-beer! The bars are still open!" There was some giggling over the phone before Katou-san in between laughter replied. "Oh really! I didn't take you for someone who drank, or even someone who was old enough to!" Miyuki slightly embarrassed reassured her. "N-No I-can drink! I-I can even hold my liquor!" I'm serious! T-there's even a bar not too farm from my apartment!" There was some silence, before Katou-san replied. "I guess I have to take your offer! How about we meet at the restaurant in around 10 minutes?" Miyuki-san excitedly agreed before hanging up. She jumped all round excited as she quickly got her things ready and ran out the door, only returning a few seconds later because she forgot to lock it. Miyuki hadn't felt so happy in a long time, she was going out at night to meet a friend she had met the same day. She quickly made it to the restaurant, only 5 minutes early. She waited and waited with a grin on her face, looking about and searching for any sight of the blond. The more she waited the more she realized how few people were out, It was actually a bit spooky. Seemingly out of nowhere, She was frightened by a "boo" Jumping away she nearly had a heart attack, if she hadn't realized that it was Katou-san who had snuck behind her. K-Katou-san! Miyuki made a voice that was angry but not in the slightest intimidating. The blond was quick to apologize I'm sorry! You just looked adorable looking all over the place like that!" Miyuki blushed before she took notice of Katou-san outfit, it was much more stylish than her own clothes. She wore her hair in the same natural way, but she wore a cool looking black jacket with a blouse that exposed just enough cleavage to cause anyone to blush,and she wore a pair of jeans that hugged her legs nicely. "You done gawking?" I'm ready to hit the bars girl!" Miyuki playfully getting her attention. Miyuki came to her senses "R-right! sorry t-this way!" She led the away to the promised bar. It had been quite a couple of hours, it had started awkwardly enough as they broke each other in and soon they were talking comfortably. Comfortably left, and then came more intimately. Miyuki had lied about her ability to keep her liquor and it was obvious to Katou who was much better at doing so. Izumi had taken pleasure in drinking way to much, and by her 5th beer, was incoherently explaining to Katou-san how cool magical girls are and how she's wanted to be one all her life. Making all kinds of silly gestures and signs that the blonde could only laugh at. Miyuki had nearly ordered another before Katou stepped in. "I think you've had enough Izumi-san." She grabbed her hand before she rose it trying to get the bartenders attention. In her drunken state she had no fear of anyone even men. Though it was mostly due to Katou-san who ordered the first 2 drinks. Miyuki paused drunkenly before realizing what Katou-san meant. "O-Oh! I see, I am drunk..." It had been about 2 hours, and it was getting late, Katou felt a bit bad for the poor girl she must have been trying to impress her but she wasn't doing so well because she couldn't walk straight. Miyuki instead that she was okay and could handle the walk back to her apartment, but the mature blond knew better she put her arm around miyuki and helped her staggering out of the bar and down the dimly lit street. The normal 5 minute walk took roughly 20 minutes due to Miyuki drunken directions but eventually Katou and the young girl made it to her apartment, or at least she hoped. Miyuki had been rambling nonsense the entire time, but upon reaching the door on the 3rd floor Miyuki finally spoke something that she understood. "Um Katou-san I don't feel very good." Just then the blond, realizing what she meant, and had no time to react. The young girl stared off into space before vomit spewed from her mouth and nose. It wasn't long before she was sobbing. There was vomit on her front door as well some that had dripped on to her sweater and shoes. Katou-San quickly fished for her keys in the girls purse. Upon getting the door open she set Miyuki up against the wall. "Don't leave me Kato-san... I'm sorry." Katou reassured her. "Hey it's okay I'm gonna be right back you stay here and just have a seat." Katou had been to many parties before and knew how to deal with these things. She searched her apartment before finding her bathroom, grabbing a towel she ran back out side wiping off Miyuki's drooling mouth. She gently took Miyuki's glasses off placing them in her pocket. She then took care taking off her stained shoes. Upon taking Miyuki's sweater off Izumi-San suddendly had a burst of energy, she seemed feerful "w-what are you doing Katou-san! She weakly held on to herself making it difficult to remove her sweater. "Izumi-San sweetie your sweater is covered in vomit, I need to take it off-" "d-dont! Stop!" Her protests were void of energy. Eventually Katou-san was able to get her sweater off leaving her in a t-shirt, skirt, and black stockings. She picked up the incoherent girl, to her bed sitting her up on the edge of the bedside. "Izumi-san I think,it's best that you take a shower to try and sober you up." The young girl was nearly passed out and her eyes were red, from crying. She was most definitely tired. After some though Katou thought it was best to let her sleep. She didn't want to leave her alone in case she ended up suffocating on her own vomit. So she did the next best thing and slept next to the poor girl and kept her head on her side of the bed with a trash can. She opted for the gjrl's computer chair because for some reason her bed was a bit damp, she also noticed the strange plastic feeling under her sheets. She could only put two together which only made her feel more sorry for the girl. She had at least moved her to the dryer side of her bed. She couldn't help but rub her tired head. She looked like a little doll without her glasses on. She did have to admit she did look quite adorable with them on as well. But she kept her thoughts hidden away. She noticed looked at the clock on the night stand it was 3am. It seemed like it had been much longer. She too found herself nodding off, before she new it she was already asleep. Light was beaming into her Katou's eyes she realized it was morning, but didn't know the time. Looking over at the clock again it read 8 am, She nearly had a heart attack but she realized it was Sunday, a day she had off. Relieved she remembered that she spent the night in Izumi's apartment watching over the poor girl. She was actually a lot more worried that she had shifted her position in her sleep on to her side, but was relieved to see she was breathing. She had somehow able to find her body pillow with some anime character on it. She found equally cute as Izumi was hugging in her sleep. Katou-san couldn't help but to take picture with her phone until she realized it was dead. "figures..." She said with a smile before going back to watching the cute girl again. She had almost reached over to pet her head, until she suddenly noticed Izumi's light brown skirt, grew darker before visibly flowing liquid could be seen and heard. Katou gasped out loud before attempting to wake the girl up. Multiple shoves were required as the young girl held tightly to her pillow urine began to soil that too, as she had it tucked in-between her legs. "Izumi-san please wake up!" she said gently trying not to startle her awake. She suddenly woke up and she just stared off into the distance before noticing a blond girl looking over her. "K-katou...san?" she shifted and immediately felt the wetness on her legs and skirt as well as the currently trickling pee. Miyuki tried to jump up and quickly dart for the bathroom but she was wrapped up in her sheets and the large body pillow, she tried and tried, fighting to make it to the bathroom but she couldn't even get a foot on the floor. Eventually her bladder gave up and she sat there on her bed on her hands and knees wetting herself. She hung her head in shame but was equally to scared to look anywhere else. Thankfully her lower portion was covered in sheets, but even Katou knew what she was doing. Her breathing became heavy and staggered as her shoulders jerked. The blond walked over to the girl, she got down in front of the girl, who had made it just to the edge of the bed. She saw the face of a mortified girl, her eyes were open, casted down. brimming with tears refusing to look at anything else. she bit her lip but nothing could stop the pitiful sound of choked sobs. Katou grabbed and pulled the girl into a tight hug, not caring about the soaked sheets that surround the girl. Miyuki made some attempt at an apology but, Katou-san just held her tight without any words. Before long Miyuki gave up and let her self cry, she cried for a long time. The only thing breaking through her sobs, were Miyuki's heartfelt sorry's. it had been about 30-40 minutes before Katou-san spoke. "Izumi-san, It's okay... I don't think of you any less." She began to stroke the girl's hair. "You had a rough night you know? It wasn't your fault." Soon Miyuki had brought her tears down to sniffling. Katou noticed this and began to help the poor girl, trying her best to be tactful. "Hey how about we get you up and into the shower would you like that?" There was a pause before she could feel Izumi nodding. She could feel the girl struggling with the sheets, before Katou, simply princess carried her to the bathroom which almost started Izumi tears back up. "It's okay, just calm down. Miyuki hadn't felt so miserable, so humiliated, and helpless in a very long time. She couldn't help but cry, at the same time, she had never felt such kindness, and love from someone other than her own mother before. She tried her best to stifle her tears, and try to remain somewhat dignified. Soon she was placed down onto her feet. The floor was cold, and her soaking wet stockings didn't help. Katou-san gently untangled the sheets around the shivering girl, soon leaving her in her skirt which was almost completely wet down the middle and around her bottom, her stockings were fully soaked. She was so embarrassed, trying to cover herself which was nearly impossible. The tall blond rolled up the sheets into a ball, before addressing the younger girl. "Izumi-san go ahead and take your clothes off and leave them at the door, you go ahead and take a shower, and I'll wash these for you." Miyuki protested insisting that she shouldn't have to do so, but was ultimately silenced by Katou. "It's okay hun, let me help you." Katou-san took the sheets to the washing machine, and waited outside the bathroom door until a small hand held the soaking wet clothes just outside the bathroom door. The blond grabbed her clothes being mindful not to peak. She took her clothes to the washing machine, and started a load. Soon it was just her, the sound of the washing machine, and the sound of the young girl showering. It had been in the back of her mind since this morning but she felt horrible for feeling the way she did. Katou had a secret, she enjoyed watching girls wet themselves, bed wettings, toilet accidents... She drew immense pleasure from it, but most of all, she enjoyed when it wasn't on purpose... The blond had grown with this strange fetish for a long time, she used to hate herself for having it, and right now she really did hate herself for even thinking about that right now. This wasn't the first time she had witnessed it... but it was surely the most pitiful of them all. All she knew is that she wanted to protect this girl. Deep in her heart she felt that something was hurting Izumi-san. Chapter 3 Miyuki sat silently in the shower, letting the warm water pound her back and head, she had tucked herself into a ball and refused to move for quite awhile. She was replaying the incident over and over. She felt miserable, she felt humiliated, and she felt dumb. She wasn't able to make the call to Katou earlier, so they could have coffee. She couldn't hold her liquor, and ended up vomiting right in front of her. She had to be taken care of by Someone she hadn't even known for whole a 24 hours, forcing her to stay the night in her apartment. To complete the deal she had wet the bed, as well as wetting herself right in front of her. She quietly began to sob again, she tried her best but she just couldn't help feel how helpless and pathetic she was. An unknown amount of time had gone by as she sat in the shower, she had stopped crying and realized she should finish up in the shower and properly apologize to Katou for everything. Turning off the water, she stepped out of the shower, and grabbing a towel, she began to dry herself off. She held on to the door handle tying to compose herself. She was still shaking but she had to do what was right. She called out for Katou but there was no response, She did so again but heard nothing. She opened the door and saw no-one there. She grew worried but she also noticed her bed was not only dry but it was made, her clothes were folded on the bed. It felt weird having the presence of someone else in her, typically empty apartment. She walked over to the bed and noticed some breathing, and sure enough Katou-san had fallen asleep on the floor. She felt embarrassed because she was clutching in one hand her body pillow, and in the other hand her Magical Girl Poya Poya pillow case. She must have been trying to put it back on and fell asleep right on the spot. She smiled a bit, and it was the first smile she had made that morning. Seeing that she was a sleep she went a head and got dressed slipping on a pair of panties, sweat pants, and a long sleeve shirt. She hadn't had anyone sleep over at her apartment or house before, and wasn't really sure what to do, but she figured it was best to let her sleep. She grabbed a blanket from her closet and draped it over the sleeping blond. She soon found herself standing above the girl, staring at her face. It was a beautiful face that made it hard for the girl to look away. She was able to bring herself to her senses and found away to keep herself busy. She went over to the small kitchen area and decided to put a pot of coffee on. She tried her best not to make any noise. She thought about using her computer but the way Katou-san was sleeping made it difficult to actually sit at it, so she decided to work traditionally on her bed. She grabbed her headphones so she could listen to music, but her phone was nearly dead, so she went ahead and put it on the charger. She drew in her sketchbook in relative silence for about and 2 hours had passed and soon Miyuki had fallen asleep as well. Miyuki had been woken for the second time this morning by a blonde girl. She jolted up in surprise, realizing that once again she was going to have to face Katou-san. The blond was relieved, "Sorry that I woke you... I-uh... threw away your plastic sheet... I wanted to make sure you didn't... have another accident." She tried choosing her words more carefully as not hurt the small girl. Miyuki replied, "t-thank you... for doing that..." She went on her hands and knees on the bed, bowing her head, she was groveling in forgiveness. She spoke shaking. "I'm sorry for everything Katou-san. I don't know how to repay you. I'm just so sorry." Katou-san was lost for words. She wasn't Japanese but she knew that groveling was a serious deal. "I accept your apology but it's just as much my fault, I should have known you were having a lot to drink last night. I'm the elder her and I had a responsibility to take care of you. So please for the sake of being my friend will you please not grovel like that?" saying this, the blonde, gently sat on the bed with her. The groveling girl finally sat normally, her face was still hot with shame. She grabbed the small girls hands "Izumi-san... is there anything you want to talk to me about?" Miyuki felt Katou's hands, they were soft and gentle but at the same time she felt that if she ran away those same hands would not allow it. hearing this she thought hard. "Is there something that's been troubling you?" Miyuki was deep in thought unsure if Katou was talking about what she thought she was talking about. She wasn't the most open about things especially her past. "I turned down your offer yesterday... about needing someone to talk to, because I don't feel comfortable with my past. I don't like talking about it and I don't want to think about it." Miyuki listened intently. "Now how about we make a deal, If I tell you about why I left the US, how about you tell me about yourself, and your past." Miyuki thought about it, she twiddled her fingers, and thought really hard, the only ones that new about her past were her parents and her therapist. All of which she hadn't really seen in good while. She did feel safe with Katou-san. She had taken care of her the whole night and continued to do so in the morning. She really must have cared right? She nodded her head hesitantly in response. Katou smiled "Then it's a deal! but before we get started, I smell coffee, and I think this would be a nice talk over some coffee, don't you think?" Miyuki remembered she had put the coffee on but forgot about it when she fell asleep. "Y-yes I think so too, the mood change helped her feel a bit more relaxed. She ran over to the kitchen before turning back. "u-um the coffee... I-I might have to microwave it...." Katou-san replied "That's fine, sorry for the trouble!" It had been an hour of constant talking, most of which had been done by the blonde. Katou-san was born in the US, her real name however was Juliette Alice, she enjoyed her life there. She was a fairly popular girl in high school, a true queen bee. Though she was kind and understanding and was usually the one to stick up for other students the ones that were bullied and such. Juliette was not a very bright girl, nor did she posses any talent in the arts, or music. She did however enjoy sports, she was a good athlete which helped her through high school with numerous scholarships. She did however hold a secret, she was attracted to both women and men, but she never enjoyed the company of men the same way she did when she was hanging around girls. She had always kept this to herself, and for the most part never acted on the urges. It wasn't until the 11th grade that she had befriended a girl that she ran with often during track practice. She had known her for years, and at one point she just felt determined that maybe she was able to understand her feelings. If not, she was still a good friend and would understand her. She thought she had nothing to loose. Juliette decided to come out to her parents first, they were the supportive figures in her life of course. They had disregarded anything she had said, and strictly forbid her from talking anymore about it. She had been in complete shock, she couldn't believe it. About a month later, she brought the topic back up this time she was met with strong retaliation. This went on for months. She felt shame for her sexuality she felt disgusted. If her own parents wouldn't understand, how could anyone else? She continued through her school life, she was no queen bee anymore she was depressed, she became much more stoic, and spaced out. She favored watching videos on the internet, and browsing her computer in the late night. She found herself on forums about romance, and fan fiction, and soon she found her way towards watching anime, she only knew what she heard some of the geekier students talk about when they walked past. She became instantly hooked, she love it, nothing was forbidden, and nothing was wrong, it was all acceptable. Yuri, they called it, She became infatuated with the whole community, the fan works the art, the stories. She was happy, and she felt good about herself, that others were out there that were okay with. it hadn't been a year until her parents had taken notice in her grades. Upon taking her computer away they browsed her history and that was it. They confronted her again, they gave her the option of continuing school or going to bible school. Of course any sane person would have stayed away from the later. So she did, she finished high school, and slowly her rebellious side began to show, and on the day she received her diploma she left home at the age of 18. She left her home and she left her town. She planned ahead selling everything she owned she even stole back the laptop and sold it too. Her plan was to move to Japan. It was a dumb single minded plan but the though of it kept her going. With what she had in cash she was able to open her own bank account, but it wasn't enough, she only had about 1000$. She scrounged around taking small jobs, and by the time she was 22 she amassed about 10,000$ She flew, traveling as light as a feather picking the cheapest location that she could find. A one way trip. She wasn't coming back. She had issues with the language, as well as finding a landlord that would give her a room. She struggled for a long time in between jobs that she couldn't keep because of her living situation. 3 years had passed, she was a complete homeless mess. One night she walked into that same restaurant down the street, she had enough for one meal and a beer. Later that morning the manager's wife. found the same girl asleep outside their restaurant. He took her in and let her use they're shower upstairs. She begged him for a job only in payment for food. The girl worked well, really well and by the end of the day she had earned herself a job, a meal and a home. Her story had moved Miyuki to tears. "Katou-sa-..Arisu-san, oh my goodness, I didn't know you went through so much!" Miyuki held the blonde girls hand as she sniffled. "I-it's okay Izumi-san r-really come on now." Miyuki spoke, again. "I'm sorry, have I've been using the wrong name?" Katou reassured her, "No, please, just use whatever's more comfortable for you okay?" Miyuki nodded. Wow I feel kinda better getting that off my chest! So Izumi-san... I want to know your story, what's been bothering you?" Miyuki knew it was coming but it now was her turn. She played with her fingers before trailing off into speech. "There... was this boy.... that I was friends with..." She spoke slowly as she told the older girl who stared intently with her blue eyes. She told her about how they used to walk to and from school together. How the boy was like a brother to her. She kept avoiding parts of the story, but she couldn't do it with Miyuki's eyes staring at her. "H-he t-t-took... me into the b-bathr" her voice became shaky, "h-he took my m-my und." Katou-san quickly grabbed the girl into a hug as she did many times already. "Hey you don't have to say anymore!" she repeated over and over again. She rocked her back in forth "It wasn't your fault, nothing has been your fault, you hear me?" She continued, soothing the girl. Miyuki could only cry "w-why did he do that?" through her hiccuping voice. Katou continued to hug her tightly as the evening sun lit the tears on the young girls face. Katou once again was holding the girl as she calmed down. She felt as if the past 18 hours consisted of either sleeping, hugging or both. "I-i'm okay now Katou-san" She lightened her hug on the girl. Her eyes red from crying, Katou had forgotten that she still had Izumi's glasses in her pocket. "Oh I almost forgot to give these back." She took the glasses, opening them up and placing them on the girls face. She wiped a stray hair from her face, Katou couldn't help but be honest."Your so pretty Izumi-san, I don't want to see such a pretty face covered with such sad tears." Miyuki felt embarrassed hearing that from her, but secretly she was happy. Miyuki hugged Katou catching the blonde of guard. "T-thank you... for everything today." Katou felt her heart pound warmly. "Aw sweetie, I want to be here for you. I'm your friend arn't I?" about an hour later Katou had Miyuki wrapped in her arms, as they spent the afternoon watching anime together. Katou ordered a pizza, and the two had a great time. Miyuki had not laughed that much in a long time, for a brief instance it felt like a little piece of childhood, had been restored. Soon it was 10 pm. Katou knew she had to go back to the restaurant, and get a good night sleep for work in the morning. Miyuki also had work tomorrow. "Well Izumi-san it looks like our little party is coming to an end." Miyuki wasn't very happy about it but she understood. They hugged each other goodnight as Miyuki worriedly watched her turn the corner down the stairs. "U-um Katou-san w-when will I see you again?" The blond turned and smiled. "The weekend for sure, but the restaurants open till 8pm during the week!" She waved goodbye as she disappeared down the stairs. For the next couple of weeks the two spent many weekends together if not every. They were all each-other really had. Miyuki felt confidence when she was around Katou, she was kind and she was understanding. Katou liked Miyuki she couldn't lie to herself but the relationship she had with Miyuki was nearly enough, she loved seeing that girl smile and laugh. 3 months had passed, it seemed like a whole year to the two girls. One Saturday afternoon the two were together in Miyuki's apartment. Katou had grown used to calling Miyuki by her first name. She thought it was cuter and more fitting than Izumi. Miyuki still called Katou the same name out of respect, she was still her senpai of course. The blond had been watching some of Miyuki's anime, while she was working on a drawing. "Hey, Miyuki..." Katou spoke suspiciously. "yes Katou-san?" The blonde felt bad, she was about to ask something quite serious. "Remember that day after we first met... " Miyuki felt a bit concerned, she turned her computer chair to face her properly but Katou was still face away watching the TV. "O-of course I remember..." "You know how I said that..... I found girls attractive...?" "yes I remember..." Miyuki responded intrigued.. There was a pause before Katou spoke again. "W-well that's it, I-I love you Miyuki." She turned around to face Miyuki, her expression slightly concerned. "Ever since that day I've wanted to protect you, care for you and to love you. I... I was just hoping that you felt the same." Miyuki was surprised because she had never seen Katou blush so hard before, Nevertheless she was happy to hear her words. "I've never really been confessed to nor have I done so... S-so I don't really know how I feel about love with another girl... but I think I might have been feeling the same way, s-so please be patient with me, b-but I accept your confession, because I trust you Katou-san." Katou-san had never felt happier. "Oh Miyuki she ran over to the small girl, eliciting a giggle out of her as she was smothered by the girls hug. They soon found themselves on Miyuki's bed embracing each other. "Hey Miyuki is it okay if sleep over tonight?" Miyuki smiled. "Of course I-I'd love that!". The two were up late in the night drinking coffee and making up silly manga stories, Katou even drew some up, though she wasn't an artist in the slightest, Miyuki tried her hardest not to laugh at the funny faces she drew. Soon it was 1 am and the two seemed like it was time to go to bed. Miyuki had made a bed for the tall girl on the floor next to hers. They hugged each other goodnight, and Katou gave Miyuki a kiss on the forehand leaving Miyuki in a blushed state. "Good night Miyuki, I love you." Miyuki blushed hearing the words again. "I-i love you to Katou-san!" Katou-san was the first to fall asleep. Leaving Miyuki in a blushed mess, she hugged her pillow tightly, she thought to herself. "Katou-san loves me!"
  8. I've seen a fair bit of omo artwork on here featuring Summer from Rick and Morty, but never any fiction. Allow me to remedy that! ------------------------------------------------------------------- “Space. The final frontier. The-” “Jesus, quit narrating already, Morty!” yelled Rick Sanchez. “I already got enough of a *urp* headache.” “Sorry Rick,” said his grandson Morty Smith. “I was just trying to add a little atmosphere. You know, ‘cause there isn’t any in space.” “Boo,” jeered Morty’s sister Summer. The mad scientist and his grandkids were currently flying through the outer reaches of the Horsehead Nebula. They were on the way back from their latest misadventure, where they had discovered (much to their dismay) that screaming suns were common in some parts of the galaxy. All three were currently nursing badly bruised eardrums. “Ugh, how much further is it?” Summer groaned. “Another sixty light years or so,” Rick replied. “What’s the rush?” “Ugh, why can’t we just take your portal gun?” asked Summer, avoiding the question. “Summer, we’ve been over this,” scolded Rick. “The portal gun is only for emergencies or *urp* if I feel like it.” “Just sit back and enjoy the ride,” Morty encouraged. In the backseat, Summer crossed her legs and fidgeted. The truth was that her bladder was getting uncomfortably full, but she was not about to admit that. Forget it, she thought. I can hold it for another sixty light years. A few minutes later, Summer realized she had been lying to herself. She had never had to pee so badly in her life and felt that she might lose control at any second. Summer couldn’t imagine wetting herself. She hadn’t done that since… well, since the Hulk Musical a few years ago, but that had been on purpose; that was different. “Hey, are you okay?” asked Morty, interrupting Summer’s thoughts. “I’m fine, Morty,” snapped Summer, crossing her legs even tighter. “Oh ruh-really?” said Rick. “You’re acting kinda funny.” “You think she picked up some sort of virus on that planet?” Morty asked. “Could be,” said Rick, “though I’m not sure what it is. We’ll have to run some tests and-” “No!” yelled Summer. “I just have to pee, dammit!” An awkward silence filled the spaceship for a few seconds before Rick broke it. “Oh,” he said simply. He pulled out his hip flask, downed the last of its contents and handed it to Summer. “Here, use this.” “Grandpa Rick!” cried Summer, aghast. “Y’know,” Morty piped up, “you wouldn’t have this problem if you’d just let Rick put in that catheter.” “Not helping Morty!” snapped Summer. “Jesus, Summer,” groaned Rick, “you’re a big gu-girl. Can’t you just hold it?” “No!” cried Summer. As she said it, she felt a few drops of urine trickle out. “Please, this is getting serious! Use your portal gun and take me somewhere where I can pee!” “Okay, okay,” said Rick. “I don’t want you getting the upholstery all wet.” With a pull of the trigger, a glowing green portal appeared. Summer jumped through it immediately, with Rick and Morty right behind her. Summer tumbled out of the portal, receiving an unpleasant jolt to her bladder in the process. Taking in her surroundings, she saw that they were surprisingly… normal. Looking around, Summer could see a public park, a library, a few restaurants… The one thing she didn’t see, however, was a bathroom. Seeing a man nearby on the sidewalk, Summer walked up and tapped him on the shoulder. “Excuse me!” she said. “Where’s the nearest bathroom?” “Bathroom?” the man replied. “Why, it’s all around you!” He turned to face Summer and, to her horror, she saw a dark stain spreading across the front of his pants. Summer gasped and backed away, her bladder begging for relief. Enraged, Summer rounded on Rick. “What the hell is this?” she cried. “Hey, yuh-you asked me to take you somewhere where you could pee,” said Rick with a shrug. “I’m a scientist, not a miracle worker.” “That’s not what I meant!” yelled Summer. “I wanted you to take me to, I dunno, a planet of toilets or something!” Summer grabbed the portal gun from Rick’s hands and fired. She had seen him use it plenty of times, and was pretty sure she had just made a portal to somewhere with a toilet. In any case, it had to be better than her current location. Ignoring Rick’s protests, she once again jumped into the portal. Summer landed more gently this time, which was good because she wasn’t sure how much more her bladder could take. She had reached her limit back on the spaceship, and it seemed like only a matter of time before- Wait a minute, thought Summer. Where am I? This time, there was grassy savanna all around her, with scant cover provided by a few trees and shrubs. A few people dressed in rags were milling about in the distance. “Ugh, I got a buh-bad feeling about this place,” muttered Rick. “I’ve never been here before, and if my travels have taught me anything, it’s that seemingly peaceful planets always have suh-some sort of hidden danger. Like cannibals or toxic spores or-” Summer wasn’t listening. She didn’t want it to come to this, but she was seriously considering just relieving herself in the bushes. She was just about to ask Rick and Morty to look away when she heard screams in the distance. “Aw jeez,” groaned Morty, “what’s going on?” “Maybe if you shut the hell up and looked, you’d figure it out,” snapped Rick. The people dressed in rags were running towards the trio, screaming in terror. Pursuing them were horses with riders Summer couldn’t quite make out. She squinted and saw that they were… toilets!? With faces, arms and legs? “Don’t let them escape!” cried one of the toilets. “Kill the filthy humans!” He lobbed a spear at the fleeing humans, missing by an inch. “What the fuck is going on?” cried Summer. “Run now, questions later!” Morty replied. The trio fled for their lives, Summer’s bladder jostling uncomfortably. They ducked behind a thicket of bushes, gasping for breath. “Seriously though, what is this?” gasped Summer. “It’s just what you wanted,” said Rick. “A planet where humans were overthrown. It’s a planet of toilets.” “Seriously?” groaned Summer. “That has to be the stupidest-” “I just don’t get it,” Morty interrupted. “Why would toilets rebel against- oh, I guess I just answered my own question.” “Shh!” whispered Morty. “They’re coming!” They didn’t move a muscle as they heard hooves approach and come to a stop. “Did you get ‘em, John?” said one of the toilets. “Not yet, Lou,” said the other with a disappointed sigh. “Aw, don’t get all down in the dumps,” said John. “We’ll flush ‘em out soon enough. Then they’ll be in deep shit.” “We gotta get out of here!” hissed Summer. “Agreed,” said Rick. “They’re ruh-really reaching with these puns.” He fired the portal gun and all three jumped through once again. With a flash of light, they were back in Rick’s spaceship. “Shit,” groaned Rick, “the portal gun’s out of juice.” That was the last thing Summer needed to hear. She felt certain she was going to wet herself at any moment. As she squeezed her hands between her legs, she felt a few drops of pee leak out. “No no no,” she whimpered, squirming in her seat. “Look!” shouted Morty. “A spaceship!” Sure enough, a grimy twin-engine cruiser was floating in front of them. “Do you think we can use their bathroom?” gasped Summer, any sense of shame gone. “I dunno,” said Rick. “Won’t hurt to check. Looks like this adventure is-” TO BE CONTINUED
  9. To skip the introduction, start reading at the asterisk. Please make no questions that could identify me ingame, as I wish to maintain my privacy. Hello, everyone! It’s been a long time since I last wrote an experience for Omorg, and to be honest, it’s a little awkward suddenly reappearing after a long absence with a story, so I have a small introduction for you. Since I spoke last, I finished school, moved out, and simply focused on living a quiet life being a career woman for a small business just trying to make it work in a brave new world. Between then and now I dated a boy for some time but it didn’t quite work out so well in the end. Now, my entire focus goes into my career and working towards my future, but I still have time for things like this every once in a while. This story is about last week when I arrived home from work and immediately set to grind in the popular MMO named FFXIV. Because of the pace of the game, I was glued to my chair, which resulted in spontaneous fun of another nature. I’d like to remind you all what I look like. I’m 26 now, about 5”5’ in height. I’m pale, with green eyes, and I have coffee-brown hair that lately I’ve been wearing long and straight and with bangs. It makes me look younger, to the point where I get mistaken for being a minor at bars. My build is average, not chubby, but I’ve been gaining a bit of flab on my belly due to my current lifestyle. As for my chest, I’m no longer flat, but I don’t exactly have confidence in it and I’d say it’s meager at best. Some guys don’t mind that, though. It was Monday of last week, and I was driving home from work. I was exhausted and wanted something to drink, so I stopped by a nearby boba joint near where I live and got myself a green milk tea. Large, of course. Throughout the course of the day, I had been having cups of coffee in the morning because I’m just not a morning person at all and I need some caffeine to focus. Later towards the end of the day, I had been sipping plenty of water because my department and I had a meeting with management over how we’re going to revamp our sales protocols because the business is expanding. In all, the framework for what would occur next was laid in effect, and all of it occurred naturally. I had no intention of what was going to happen later tonight. And of course, I’m still the same girl who hates using public restrooms, even if they’re the ones where I work at. Nothing has changed after all. I have the tendency to just hold in my urine either because I would rather just pee at home or because the feeling is intoxicating and never gets old. I arrive home. I take off my blazer and my belt on the way to my bedroom while also undoing my hair which was in a bun. I remove my dress shirt and kick off my shoes as I proceed to take off my slacks. I was so exhausted I just threw all my clothes on the bed along with my bra, leaving me standing only wearing my panties, which were of a cute white and red tartan front with a red lace back. I then put on a long shirt that reached to my mid-thigh and walked back to the living room to play XIV. To keep it short and simple, I’m currently working on leveling in Eureka since the last expansion made to it was added in a recent patch. I’m playing catch up because I’m behind so lately my nights entirely go to this. It’s basically an open-world map where you level by fighting huge monsters while in a group either by yourself or in a party. There’s a lot of travel involved and so there’s the sense of constant exploration. I personally find it peaceful and relaxing to go exploring and meet with random strangers on there who are usually pretty kind. *So I login, send a global message asking if anyone would like me to join their party and sure enough I get an invite from a complete stranger moments after. The grind for the night has begun and the first order of business is to meet with my party in Pyros. I continue to sip my milk tea, without a single care of what is going to happen later. By the time I get there, the first huge monster has spawned so I get ready to focus and not die. The first monster we fight is a huge, creepy doll which if you play, you’re sure of which one I’m talking about. My job when I’m too low-leveled to meaningfully contribute to my party is to just revive people when they’re dead, otherwise I just focus on hitting the boss. You may also know which job does this best in Eureka. Anyway, so this goes on for quite some time and eventually these huge monsters stop spawning in chains. During the brief downtime, I became aware of my situation and I felt my bladder begging for release. I didn’t realize I was even holding it this long. I think I didn’t pee since lunch earlier this afternoon and now it was almost 7PM. “Maybe I should go pee and come back real quick,” I thought to myself. I didn’t get up, though. I hesitated because I had held it in quite enough that I was starting to feel vaguely aroused from it. I clenched my toes a bit and shifted my legs around, trying to think about what I should do… I didn’t really feel like wetting myself even if I was starting to get pretty turned on… I was supposed to spend the night just leveling in Eureka and cleaning up a mess like this would take me some time. As I was preoccupying myself with my increasing predicament, someone in my party announced they would soon be moving location in attempt to spawn another monster. I continued to sip my tea, grabbed my crotch through my shirt and pressed my legs together back and forth as I followed the train. You see, in Eureka, if you are too low-level and you fail to follow a train to get to where a monster is, you risk getting one-shot by surrounding enemies in the area, and usually there isn’t anyone nearby to revive you once you’re dead. You also lose your EXP and in some cases even lose a level if you decide to return to your starting point. I decided to forget about using the toilet for the time being and just followed my party members. It was beginning to get difficult to focus as I was helping farm enemies to get the large one to spawn. I was increasingly shifting my legs more often, bobbing up and down on my chair and at times I would even feel like urine was creeping to the end of my urethra, threatening to escape. I was starting to feel quite uncomfortable but because I have built up on this pressure over the course of the entire day, it wasn’t painful but rather just a large bloated feeling that was bordering on feeling excessive. Because this tea tends to be made strong, it goes through me faster than other liquids I typically consume. I knew I probably would not last another hour despite having no spurts or leaks. But I didn’t want to last another hour. This erotic sensation was turning me on and causing my breathing to become more forced. I needed to do something. I was starting to feel damp down there and for a moment I wondered if I started to leak… I felt myself underneath my panties and brought my fingers to my nose and lips. It didn’t smell of pee, and the consistency was slightly sticky. I really wasn’t in the mood to ruin my nice panties tonight. I wiped off my fingers on my shirt, staying true to my shut-in tendencies of old, and announced to my party I’d be right back in a moment. It was at this moment that I made my first mistake, because I used my arms to lift my fat, lazy ass off my chair and onto my feet instead of using my legs to stand up. In doing so, created pressure on my bladder and caused the first medium-sized spurt to flow out of my vagina and into my panties. It took me by surprise and I quickly held myself, worried that it might leak onto the chair. The sensation was warm and my fingers became damp. I hobbled over to my bedroom’s closet, still holding my fingers, and I opened a drawer containing a mostly new pack of Goodnites I bought earlier this month. My mind was racing as I contemplated what I was about to do, and almost unconsciously, I slid off the fairly damp panties off of my legs and pulled a pair of pull-ups from the bag. I held the material in my hand, and it was soft, crinkly, and had that perfectly folded flat shape a new diaper has when it has yet to be worn for the first time. I stretched the material and the elastic waistband made a satisfying crinkle as it conformed to the shape of my hand and proceeded to slide it over my legs, thighs, and my butt. This is happiness. Upon securing it properly to my bum, I couldn’t help but rub myself through the front material to acquaint myself with that familiar feeling. I walked back to my PC, while picking up a towel and a plastic bag from the kitchen. I set those on my chair, feeling excited about the dam which would break soon. I announced to my party I was back and thanked them for waiting. I finished the last of my tea and continued to farm and grind exp from various monsters for some time. The pressure in my bladder continued to increase but as long as I didn’t have excessive movements it wasn’t very noticeable so I just passively held myself and crossed my legs to control my need. No leaks during this time but I felt quite naughty being padded and speaking to these strangers online as if everything were normal. Suddenly, Penthesilea spawned and if you play, you know you always have to fight it if you’re lucky enough to be in its instance. I was absolutely bursting by this point and was beginning to consider the possibility I wouldn’t be able to make it through this fight dry, but the train was moving and I had no choice but move along with it. As I followed the party through the volcanic landscape, I felt small seeps of warmth escape me every now and then causing me to bite my lip and struggle with my breathing. I was in heaven, yet my mooncat was surrounded by a hellish landscape. I started to make small, unconscious moans which just made me realize it was a good idea I didn’t decide to do Eureka this night with friends over voice. Every now and then I checked the dampness of my pull-up with my hands and the material felt just as dry as when I put it on but I definitely felt warm around my delicate areas, most likely due to how horny I had become. We arrive at the arena and we’re waiting for someone to pull the enemy after enough others have arrived. Meanwhile, I’m just slowly wetting myself as I wait for others to show up while engaging in casual conversation with my party. Totally normal, I assure you. I tell no one my need and the fun I’m having; everyone just sees an ordinary catgirl with no idea her owner is wearing a diaper and is slowly having an accident. A tank rushes in and pulls the enemy, and it begins. I’m now busy, engaged, and I’m now dealing with something a higher priority than me making a mess on my chair. I want to win, and so I focus on avoiding damage and raising my teammates. I repositioned my legs so that I’m now sitting on top of my feet, and with my right foot creating pressure on my crotch to help prevent me from leaking. I feel really warm and tense as I struggle to maintain focus despite my predicament as best I can. But the fight is drawn out, so eventually I start losing the control on my muscles as they become too tired to hold back the flood. The pain from my overflowing bladder is settling in and the dam is giving out. I stopped spurting and began dribbling constantly. Eventually, I had a long leak flow into my diaper and I could not regain control of it. The feeling was intense and caused my lips to tingle which I bit on. I closed my eyes as I tried to find control of my losing bladder. Upon opening my eyes, my character was on the ground probably because I got clipped by an aoe and was waiting for someone to raise me. While I was waiting, I was panting at my screen, and my breath was creating a small amount of fog on my glasses. The look on my face must have been an intense one. One of my teammates raised me and the amount of time I had to wait helped me regain control somewhat. The fight was drawing to a close so I decided to focus on raising others. I continued to dribble little by little into my pull-up and as I placed my foot underneath to help apply pressure, I noticed it had become warm and squishy. The fight is drawing to a close and I can feel another wave coming, one that I feel I won’t be able to hold back this time. I’m staring intently at my screen expecting the boss to die soon when it does a move that kills the majority of the raid; you know the one. I was able to dodge it but I can’t wait any longer. I close my eyes once more, and allow what is going to happen, happen. My floodgates burst wide open, and I begin hissing loudly into my diaper. The hot liquid emerging from my pussy spreads everywhere, spreading to my butthole and climbing upwards from the front and back before overflowing at the top. It flows out like an endless river, a tide which cannot be stopped, collecting at the sides of my inner thighs before eventually breaking free. I feel my towel becoming soaked with urine as the scent rises into the air. (I really don’t recommend coffee if you’re sensitive to that.) I was in paradise, and this moment felt like an eternity. As I continued to hiss loudly, I came, and struggled to keep an eye open to come back to the situation at hand. My character was lying on the ground defeated, much like I would be right now if I wasn’t playing this game, but I still gained the EXP I originally set out for and the rewards that come from completing it. My towel was completely drenched and were it not for my plastic bag I had set earlier I would probably be in need of a new chair right now. Some of the backrest of the chair got slightly damp but the damage wasn’t great. When I came to, I thanked my party and accepted my teammate’s raise. Nobody knew a single thing other than myself, and I just had an orgasm with technically, many strangers present at once. I teleported to base, where I took a few minutes to change myself, remove the sopping wet towel, and prepare to requeue into a new instance. Maybe with a new pull-up…
  10. **hi everyone. So I have started a line waiting story and really like it. Chapter one will be posted soon but here’s the synopsis: Natalia gets up from the dinner table with a bladder ready to explode! As she approaches the bathroom in her aunts house, her cousin Jasper is washing his hands, saying he’ll only be a moment. The sight of running water not only tortures Natalia, but other girls (and a couple guys) from the neighborhood party who make their way to the bathroom only to have their bladders ache in line from seeing the faucet run. Who will make it? Can Natalia hold it? Who will face epic shame and humiliation walking back into a party with soaked pants? Get ready! 100% fiction
  11. [[It has been a long, long time since I wrote a story here. A note I have had a few drinks and it is late when I write this~ I apologize if this is shorter.]] Description: I am a non-binary FtM transgender persons, post-op for all surgeries (metoidioplasty, and I am willing to educate and answer questions in DM's). I am thin, pale, and currently sporting short thick bleached hair. I have eyebrow piercings, septum, both nostrils, cheeks, snakebites, and a vertical labret. I suppose I am alternative, goth. I like to wear fitted clothing. I have to go a size up in pants because of my bubble butt! Storytime... Last night, I went to my first ever caberat, drag show at my one and only local queer/gay bar. I will only mention this briefly, but wow it was amazing and I met my idol there, I hugged them and almost cried ahha. For the night, I wore: high waisted skinny black pants, black heels, and not shirt save for my thin black harness, a spiked choker, and chains on my face. It was A Look (TM). I did rapid shots before I left, as I needed to pre-drink and was in a rush. I got there, had a drink on the house from my friends (as they had gotten me a VIP pass). While there, I essentially played with rapid desperation. Because I was constantly drinking water and being bought drinks, and I had already "broken the seal", I had to keep fleeing to the washroom. To summarize that part of the night - it was the most fun I had had in a very long time, and I do dearly miss dancing. On my way home, I had to wait for fifteen minutes for the bus, and it was only a two minute walk to the bus. It has been warming up, very suddenly and very much so, so I needed only wear my light jacket. But I could feel the cool crisp air wrapping around me, making my bladder throb against the triple buttons of my high-waisted pants. It occurred to me then that I definitely needed to use the washroom, that I definitely should have taken a pee before I left. But I thought...it had been so long since I got to be in public and play like this. Honestly, if ever at all. I enjoyed the feeling of my swollen bladder against those buttons, to feel that urine press against my urethra. I almost thought I might leak. At last, my bus showed up, but not without a bit of squirming on my part - though I tried to shrug this off as the night of a young persons and the cold. I sat in the back of the bus, nearly vacant, and I made sure my jacket was above my waist. It was a fifteen minute bus ride. I held my legs tightly together, but soon I needed to keep my thighs just as tight. But I wanted to do my best to seem as normal and as calm as possible in public - I wasn't all the way at the back you see, and I was definitely a noticeable goth persons. So I held my composure. I could feel my piss press forward, and my bladder spasmed. Ten minutes from home, and I felt a couple of drops slip out - I bit my lip. The warmth was so tempting, and I wanted to let go then and there. But I knew I could not, not when I had so much further to go, not when I was just noticeable enough. Five minutes from home, and I felt a wave hit hard. I tried to tighten my thighs hard, but I was so determined, so set to act normal. It made my bladder shudder fiercely, and I looked out the window with a pain in my eyes. PSSSHHHH. I spurted, but I didn't simply leak and spurt, I spurted hard. I could feel it rush from out and soak my very inner thighs. Two seconds, maybe three, and I was so wet and so warm. I closed my eyes and fended off the temptation to let go more, I knew if I did, it would be unstoppable. I held back a moan and sat still, trying to hold it back and not grind out of...temptation. At last, my bus pulled to my stop. I was quivering as I disembarked, letting out my breath harshly. I crossed the street briskly, and entered the alley that opened to the streets to my home. As I did, I felt another rush hit me. PSSHH. Shorter, but hotter and harder, I could feel it reach halfway down my thighs. But, oh, my bladder was still so full. It ached and pleaded against my tight pants - but there was not wait to undo any of the buttons on the street. I had to pause a couple of times, to take deep breaths, clench my fists, and shiver through the waves that wracked my body. I was stumbling a bit as I approached my home, drops leaking out more and more. I looked up with a panic as I approached my side gate to see the upstairs' room mates' lights on, I live in the basement suite you see. I couldn't simply soak myself behind that gate. A wave hit me, I gripped myself and the gate and mewled, gasping as the wave passed. But luckily, the fence is high and I have all kinds of bushes and such in my yard. Hurriedly, I moved behind one of such bushes, out of sight of the windows. I squatted... With a muffled moan, my bladder exploded. It hissed loudly as I formed a puddle beneath me rapidly. I pissed for so long, and even surprised myself - it's amazing what the bladder can endure under influences. My eyes rolled back as I felt the heat around my crotch spread and fall. I wanted so badly to more then...but that would be for inside...
  12. Here's another great desperation and wetting video by the lovely Rion on Twitter. https://twitter.com/0o_Rion_o0 twitter Rion grey panties leaking.mp4
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    (seeing if posting here works) (If you're using a phone and it doesn't have video, try opening the file with photos or something like that. Works for me) Somebody had too much coffee and water before class and ended up really needing to pee on her drive home. Trying to act as normal as she can in front of her friend, the drive home was awful as they were caught in awful traffic and stopped by plenty of redlights. She makes in back to her dorm complete dry but the fun isn't over yet. Her need dies down right when she gets back. Loving the feeling, she holds on longer, drinking more in the process. She soon starts getting very squirmy; her too tight jeans digging into her overfilling bladder. Her roommate are also home so she has to conceal her desperation as she can't even sit anymore. She trys to hold in the hot coffee pee inside her but little by little more drops start to escape until she completely pisses her jeans as so as she knows her roommates are gone.

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  14. The show from a while back that starred Emma Roberts. It was on Nickelodeon. Not s cartoon .
  15. Suddenly, the ride gets wet and the guy on the mic even says that one of the girls wet het pants, but which one was it?
  16. Saril: Mmmhmhmhm~ Welcome once again, my loyal fans... To a series you're all familiar with by now... Hold it! Saril's Omo-Idol! (Alterna) Saril: I'm sure you're all thinking 'But Saril! There's already a story for this! Why start a new one?' Saril: Simple! Because of a certain individual, we've gone beyond just the era of written words... And transcended to illustrated form! AuthorFaust; Which you can purchase the first chapter of Here Saril: And, while continuing the plot of the previous one in Text would be quite fun... I feel like the doors should be opened for a different group... AuthorFaust: Especially given some slight revisions to the rules and standards set by our artist. Things that really fit the theme... Saril: Of course, it'll still be quite a lovely journey, with plenty of downtime inbetween segments, and it's a general way to keep the excitement for Omo-Idol running! AuthorFaust: So, to not interfere with the canon of the Previous storyline.... Saril: And to not spoil any surprises for future chapters... Welcome officially, to Hold it! Saril's Omo-Idol! (Alterna) [10 girls will be selected to join this Alternate setup of Omo-Idol. Characters are to be submitted by the audience, and will be reviewed to decide who to bring in.] [As with before, each character will have an [Audition Video], involving them beginning in a desperate scenario.] [Characters that are accepted May become part of another series of Omo-Idol, If the artist desires to continue it. You must accept this, before you submit a girl] [No girls from the previous Omo-Idol will be accepted] [Character sheet is to be followed....] Saril's Hold it!!! Omo-Idol Entry Form Character Name: [Who are you submitting to fulfill this role?] Character Appearance: [Please provide an image for your submitted girl.] Favorite Drink: [What is said Character's Favorite Drink?] Body Type: [Is the Girl Flat, Shapely, Curvy, Top-heavy, bottom-blessed? Etc.] Bladder Size: {Small, average, large, or any of the like inbetween? Be warned: Your bladder size is not the only deciding factor for challenges] Piddle Habits: [Any specific details about their habits when it comes to peeing, including pee-shyness, prominent leaking, etc.] Strength: [List up to 3 things your character is confident in] Weakness: [List at least 1 thing that your character is very unskilled at, or even afraid of] Other: Any Extra Details you have about said character. By Submitting this character, you acknowledge that they may suffer an embarrassing (and public) fate. [Footnote: Potential comic status is entirely dependent on if Biku still wishes to pursue the series/Isn't sick of Faust by the time the first season of Omo-Idol is finished. No promises are being made of an illustrated sense] [And, if you've somehow missed it, Check out Hold it! Omo-Idol Here! And you can see the original story that inspired it Here
  17. Granted, this is probably gonna be a long shot given the vid I'm looking for I first found on Tumblr years before the whole nudity crackdown, but hell, even if nobody here has it, maybe one of you could help me find something similar... I remember seeing this video many years ago of a skinny girl with long black hair wearing jeans and either a t-shirt or a tank top in some old building I think looked like a warehouse. She pulled her pants down and just pees straight down into her jeans with both hands at her side. After she finishes, she just pulls them to show off the massive spot and she had a totally blank look on her face for the whole thing. Again, I'm not exactly sure that what I'm looking for is still around, but then maybe somebody here might know of a video that's like this.
  18. This video was posted as a series of about 15 smaller videos on Twitter. I merged them into a single video for viewing convenience, but you'll still see the cuts. The video itself is a truly specacular hold though. 😄 Original poster is here: https://twitter.com/pbabygirl44 Nudity warning twitter @pbabygirl44 holding in grey panties and socks combined.mp4
  19. After a lot of drinking today I got desperate again a couple hours after the sweats vid. Thought perhaps I'd try overwhelming a pullup Trim_20190320_202246.mp4
  20. Back in January, I started an interactive about a group of mercenaries venturing to a dark island to break a curse. As much as I enjoyed, and still enjoy, writing it, I felt that story was started more as a way to prove that I could write. You know, give my own doubts the middle finger. After a few months and a rise in confidence, I felt like the time was right to tackle an idea closer to my heart. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ You are roused from your sleep by the sound of squeaking wheels and trotting horses. You awaken in your carriage with your face nestled against a silk cushion. I must’ve nodded off. You think as you sit up, rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is hoisting your luggage aboard the carriage and the loud rumble of a wooden gate. You’d fallen asleep before you were even out the town. You can see that the sun is high. It must be late morning by now; you’ve slept almost the entire journey. You stretch your arms and yawn. You look around your carriage; it’s your basic oak compartment. Easy on your eyes and easy on your purse. A small space with two sets of seats, dressed up in red cloth, a small cast iron lantern bolted to the ceiling, and a large red curtain that runs the length of the whole compartment. There is also a small space beneath your seat to store your belongings but you prefer to keep your rucksack by your feet. In your tired state, you had forgotten to close the curtains before falling asleep; sunlight shimmers in through the windows, basking the carriage in warm welcoming glow. You rub your eyes and lean over to take a glance through your carriage window. It is a beautiful summer day in the midlands, there isn’t a cloud in the sky. birds are chirping and a light breeze blows through the forest, rustling the leaves. You almost regret not walking now, it was the perfect day for it. You feel a tad parched. You lean down, going to reach for your rucksack, looking for your flask, when you spy something twinkling in the corner of your eye. It’s a small ornate hand mirror, tucked under the opposite seat. Strange, I don’t remember packing this. You think as you pick up the hand mirror, wondering just how in the realms it got into your carriage. Perhaps a noble was last to use this carriage and had forgotten it? Regardless, you decide now is a good time to sort yourself out. You want to look your best, after all. You hold the mirror up and examine yourself, meeting the weary gaze of your own reflection. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What does the reflection that stares back at you look like? Your Character Name: Personality: Outfit: Hairstyle: Hair Colour: Appearance: Height: Body Type: Breast size: Extra (Anything else you wish to add about yourself): __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Edit: If anybody would rather use a picture than fill out the description that is fine. (Still will need a name though) ^^
  21. Had fun posting yesterday thought I'd share another. A friend inspired me to make this one. VID_20190302_165250.mp4
  22. Well, hi! For months I've searched for an omo fiction about this show but without success, also my fav ship is Cora/Robert (Cora is my absolute fav character) which means it's even harder. Soooo I thought "the hell, I'm doing it." I saw there's a lot of topics about the Victorian Era and since my story is set in 1890 ca I read some of them.. which are mostly about the middle class or lower ones; Downton Abbey, of course, revolves around the higher classes, being Cora and Robert a Countess and an earl (I can hardly imagine one of the "Upstairs" squatting down to pee in the middle of the gardens, so to speak), so I thought I'd give my take on the following events. That said, it's fiction so everything that's wrong according to the period, please note that is for narrative purposes. Also, I'm not a native but I like this language very much, every grammatic error or spelling mistake is mine. Don't roast me on that.. not much! Eheh, I'll try my best. Oh, yes, it's multichapter. So if you like this, please let me know and I'll post more as soon as I can ;) A Proper Lady Fandom: Downton Abbey Characters: Cora, Robert, Violet Setting: pre-serie (around 1890) Warning for this chapter: none (desperation) Chapter 1: Tea Party It was her first tea party as a married woman and Cora couldn't have been more excited. Since she married Robert Crawley, in February, everyone started to look her in a different way: not the American Princess with a lot of money anymore, but a simple woman that earned her right to be in the strict English society. And since a baron, friend of the family, who recently got married himself, had planned to organize a tea party for May, every important family of the Yorkshire had devoted months to buy the finest frocks, jewels for the lady and carved canes for the lords to win an unannounced competition for the best look during the opening party for the summer. Because looks were everything. Cora knew that very well and had to keep that in mind this time particularly, since it was her first time as Countess, as Robert's wife, Violet's daughter-in-law. It was like her society debut all over again, except this time there wouldn't be just one king whose eyes were keen on inspect her for thirty second top, no, there would have been hundreds of kings and queens, much more critical and attentive, ready to judge her at her first tiny mistake, and for hours. Violet had dedicated her entire time for weeks to instruct the girl on that particular day, so she could not misbehave and make her son's terrible choice of wife at least look decent. Cora could sense Violet's close eyes on each breath she took, judging harshly – silently, with stern glances – the way she talked, the way she forced her laugh whenever a silly bachelor teased her about her birth country, the way she walked among other much more elegant, in Violet's eye, English girls her age, even the way she sipped her tea. Cora felt it all. And of course, it was a damper on her entire mood. Her excitement, also, had dropped considerably since her expectations hadn't exactly turned up as she'd imagined. Yes, girls and boys were more open with her, they sometimes talked to her, but basically, she just felt the outcast of the group. Robert couldn't help, she couldn’t blame him. He had to stay with his male friends, just like the code imposed; as for her, she was supposed to hang around other young countesses or baronesses or duchesses around her age, but she felt like they all snobbed her.. without even bother to hide their intentions with much effort at all! Cora hated it all, but she had to admit that when Violet said that everyone looked at her with a different eye, she was right. They hadn't stopped their teasing, but they had indeed stopped looking down on her and if they did, their envy was quite blatant.. Violet told her that she should've felt proud at least for that, or look like she was. Even if she didn't feel she belonged there, she had to act like it for Robert and yes, after all, there was room for improvement, she could see that. It was her chance to start with the right foot and within a couple of years, maybe, she would have blended in with the others snobs and aristocrat. She could do it. That party was her baptism. She must have been impeccable. And being impeccable also included never ask where the loo was, right in the middle of a conversation about Paris. Cora pretended to listen to the mistress of the house as she babbled about her honeymoon in the city of love, nodding when she saw the other nodding, sipping the smallest amount of tea once in a while not to look weird being the only one not drinking tea during a tea party. Each girl around her gulped down cup after cup in the most gracious ways all the while biting on biscuits and chatting on every silly subject. Cora had troubles finish her first one. Not that she didn't like the mix of special of tea leaves, of course, but currently she was cursing herself for that cup of tea during her breakfast in the Abbey, that glass of water she took right before the meal and all the wine that Robert offered her to taste. No, actually she was cursing herself for having skipped a loo stop right before leaving for the tea party. But the thought, back then, just had slipped her mind: she'd been too excited and impatient.. for nothing. And now she was in trouble. Her need had made itself known right after their arrival, few hours before when she stepped out of the carriage and gravity took over her bladder. She'd been able to ignore that bothering sensation quite well, distracting herself with talking and strolling in the gardens whenever someone suggested something, but she couldn't have avoided that three or four toasts in honor of the newlywed and consequently she had to drink three or four flutes of champagne accordingly. She'd stopped counting, by then. And right now it was five o'clock, so she just had to enjoy a good cup of hot steaming tea. Cora wasn't enjoying it at all. She'd considered asking someone where the loo was, but to whom? And then, she was just too shy to ask in front of everyone, since girls apparently lived as a group rather than individuals and men, well, they were out of questions. Violet couldn’t be bothered or course and then.. would it be appropriate in the first place? How come a problem like that had never come up during their “lessons”? Yes, back at home she could go visit the bathroom whenever she pleased but still, none of them had thought of that natural inconvenience? Why everyone else seemed so calm? Was she the only human needing to pee in there? Impossible, seen the amount of liquids everyone had gulped down since they first arrived. Cora shut her eyes and took a sharp, small, breath. Eight hours. Eight hours since she woke up at nine, that day, eight hours since she'd relieved herself, eight hours she'd been holding and waiting to do that again. Eight hours. She couldn't think of that. “You don't like your tea, dear?” “What?” Cora shot her eyes open, blushing when she noticed that the small group of four people was staring right at her. Not much people, but still four, judging, a few years older wives like her. “You can tell me,” the Baroness continued with a fake smile “if the mix is too much for you.” Cora smiled back, hating that she implied that her American taste wasn't sophisticated enough. She knew each zinger too well, by now. “No, it's delicious.” she replied, rotating her cup with a graceful gesture of her wrist. She was pretending to mix the colored liquid when actually she was just considering the amount she had to drink. She mirrored the other woman when she took a sip and did the same, with the only difference of gulping her half-cup down in one go. Maybe it had been a mistake. It hadn't been that graceful and light giggles had started to spread. Well, at least she had finished her cup. “Another one?” This time, Cora was sure that the Baroness had smirked. Maybe she knew? Impossible. “Thank you.” she politely smiled at the footman refilling her cup, immediately sipping some to prove.. well, something to the Baroness. It seemed to work, because the conversation went on and everybody unfocused their attention from her. The pressure in her lower stomach started to bother her more than it should have. And still she had a couple of hours before the party would be over, a carriage ride to survive until the Abbey and then, oh sweet heaven, she should've changed for dinner, meaning she could visit her bathroom without problems at all. The only question was if she would have make it. But then again she'd been holding for hours and her need had just started to bother her considerably, what were two more abundant hours? Cora sipped again from her cup, crossing her ankles so she could press harder her thighs together. That seemed to help. Because a proper Lady would never cross her legs, even if that was what she wanted to do, badly. She fidgeted a little on the spot, shifting on the edge of the stuffed chair she was sitting – alone, fortunately – creating a light friction against the aching area with her clothes. It helped too and all when unnoticed. Being the outcast had its advantages. From that moment on, she focused herself on crossing and uncrossing her ankles, changing position on her chair every now and then, trying so hard to distract her brain from her need and focus on the conversation. It did lack of interesting subjects, so that too was a challenge for her as well. By the time she'd finished her second cup, her nails unwillingly dug into the arm of the chair. She relaxed her hand before anyone could notice, but it was clear to her that she would have never make it through the party without humiliating herself and ridicule the entire family. A countess, in her twenties, that peed herself in the middle of a party, in front of everyone. She would have been the laughingstock of the English society for generations. And Robert? She couldn't do that to Robert! All because she'd refused to ask where the bathroom was? She refused to be that shy. The embarrassment for that question would have easily faded, but the embarrassment of losing control of her own body in front of the Yorkshire? Never. “Are you all right, Cora?” The Baroness asked with a smirk. That sadistic woman almost seemed to enjoy her discomfort, even if she didn't know the source of it. No, Cora was sure she was enjoying it and the other ladies too. How mean. “Yes.” She lied. Her voice cracked a little and she felt hot blood rushing to her cheeks. Cora tried to dissimulate with a smile. “I just need some air, it's a little too warm in here.” of course no one would offer to accompany her. But Cora was happy it happened, this time. She would have searched for a maid and ask for her help or at least where the toilet was; that wasn't forbidden, was it? “You're right. We'll take a stroll with the men, later, before the farewells.” The Baroness informed, unimpressed by her sudden departure “You'll join?” “Of course.” Cora nodded with a grateful smile “If you'll excuse me.” She waited for the Baroness to give her permission to leave – which took a while – and then she stood up. Cora was happy that no one was watching her, because it was blatant that something was wrong with her. As soon as her body left the support of the chair and the safety of a sitting position, she realized how heavy her bladder actually was. It felt like a brick stuck inside of her. A liquid brick. Moving down. She shot her eyes open for a while, fearing the worst. Cora didn't bother to check if everything was fine, if she could walk trusting her muscles, she just bolted away, trying to ignore the surprised giggles fading behind her, whispering wanders and suppositions. Luckily – or not – the few she heard were wrong. She was walking quickly, her back stiff, both loving and hating the corset for supporting her back and pushing mercilessly against her full bladder. Without it she would walk doubled-over, making quite obvious her embarrassing need, yet her stomach would have had much more room to expand. What a blessed curse. Cora didn't remember that house being so big when she arrived, almost nine hours before. Also, not that crowded. And yet it was, bursting with people just as she was bursting for an entirely different thing. There were people at every corner: men chatting, ladies laughing, footmen preparing trays of appetizers and glasses full of every liquor and champagne imaginable. Seeing all that light yellow liquid bubbling sent a sharp stab in her belly and she almost lost control. It was too much and she was starting to feel tired.. her muscles felt tired. She just wanted to let go. Of course, she couldn't. She just needed to find someone, anyone she could ask where the bathroom was. Was she asking for the moon? She slipped into a corridor, almost running past groups of people too caught up with their conversations to notice her and she ended up into a hall, as well full of people. All those footmen and no maids? Not even one? Her eyes darted in all directions, frantically. It was then when she didn't notice a child's play of chasing and a little girl stumbled on her, laughing and offering her excuses. That midget demon was running with her arms in front of her and like a battering ram, she'd pushed her little hands on her stomach. The corset absorbed most of the impact, but the sudden constriction had been very bad for her weak and over-strained bladder. It was really too much. Cora gasped loud – although the chattering covered her sound – and she felt a hot damp work through her undergarments. She hurriedly crossed her legs while standing, relieved that her crème dress covered her bottom half of her body, closing both of her hands in tight fists, restraining her own body from the mad need of grabbing herself to prevent a much more problematic leaking. She fought hard to regain control without any other help, but when the muscles tighten again enough, she decided it was time to find that damned maid. Quickly. No excuses. She decided to go into an adjacent room and then in the next one and a corridor and another room. That house was immense and everywhere, there were people. Cora started to see blurred. Her eyes had started to leak as well. She felt desperate physically and emotionally and there was no one she could go to. She turned a corner and then another one, until she found the smallest passage between two rooms. It was a bit dusty there and she supposed no one used that passage since it was right next to a much more beautiful and wide corridor. Still no one. She was alone. She was alone! Cora gasped again, shoving her gloved hand between her legs, pressing hard against her womanhood through all that layers of clothing. She buckled her hips softly, dancing on one foot as she gently moaned in relief from that little help. She considered staying there a couple of seconds to regain complete control, but she knew she couldn’t wait long. She swallowed, massaging herself to better the relieve and she leaned against the wall, breathing hard. One, two, three. She counted, closing her eyes to prepare herself for another mad searching. She peeled slowly from the wall, but made only one step before the scare almost made her leak again.. and worse. She couldn't help her doubling over her hand, her heart hammering inside her chest. “Cora, what are you doing?” Violet was staring at her with a disapproving face. “I- I.” She stuttered, trying so hard to straighten her back. She did after a few attempts and quickly she removed her hand too. “Running away like that.” The older woman clicked her tongue “I've been observing you.” That was no surprise. And frankly, Cora was kinda happy she had been. Because now Violet would have helped her. She would, right? “I.. I need-” Cora bit her lip, pressing hard her thighs together. “I know. I watched your pitiful dance.” She sighed in dismay pursing her lips as she took a good look at the girl. Cora was fidgeting on the spot, shaking, shifting her weight from a foot to another. “I was about to find someone,” Cora spoke low, careful to control every other part of the body as she concentrate on talking “to ask where-” “Never!” Violet yelled in a stern whisper, canceling the distance between them with a wide step “Never do that.” she repeated, kinder now. “A proper Lady should never ask for the toilet when she's in public.” For how much absurd it sounded, Cora could see that. After all, they were supposed to be beautiful doll to expose, faint at the view of blood and of course not proving to the world that they were human being too, so body functions were a big nono in every area. “What can I do?” Cora almost shirked “I really need to-” “I can see that.” Violet sighed matter-of-factly “But I told you, that's not how a proper lady behaves.” there was something in her ice-blue eyes that scared the girl. “What?” Cora's eyes widen at her words and her bladder twitched with a painful spasm. She had no choice but to grab herself for a moment before she decided it was safe to let go. “What do you mean-?” “That's not how I taught you, Cora.” Violet asserted “Didn't I told you to use the loo every time before leaving?” there was a wicked smile forming on her woman's lips “I knew this would happen.” “I forgot.” Cora felt her cheeks blushing even more. “You forgot?” Violet let out a hint of chuckle “Well, that's your punishment for not listening to me, thinking you know better.” she paused, watching as Cora suddenly grabbed herself in despair. Both hands. “I knew you weren't a proper Lady, you will never be.” “I am.” Cora cried softly “I can prove it to you.” she nodded as she pressed herself harder against her own fingers. “Prove it to me?” Violet faked a surprised look “A proper Lady should be able to control herself and her need and you clearly aren't.” “But I-” Cora sobbed “I could make it.” “Not like that, you won't.” Violet crossed her arms on her chest. She studied as the girl before her swung and danced, frowning but never giving up once. “You're so determined on proving you can be a lady?” “Yes.” “I'll give you another chance, then.” Violet was smiling now “If you can make it through dinner, I won't bother you on the subject anymore.” “I will, I promise.” Cora nodded, her shoulder hitting the wall for support as she held herself. “If you could just let me go now, I will.” “What the point would be? If you ask for the loo, everyone will know you're not a proper Lady.” Violet pointed out. “And proving to me this evening won't change the fact that everybody will know what you will never be.” “I made a mistake not going to the toilet before leaving, but-” She shut her eyes tight, dancing a little on the spot “But-I can't hold it much longer.” Cora confessed and her cheeks turned bright red. She was on the edge of crying. “I'll lose control and I'll embarrass you all, and Robert-” She gasped. He may not loved her like she did, but he was a kind and a good man, he didn't deserve the shame of an improper wife. She couldn’t ask for the loo for Robert, as well she couldn't wet herself for everyone to see. Violet was thinking the same thing. “I guess everyone is entitled of one error.” the older woman conceded. “You made this to yourself, but we can't allow that kind of humiliation today. We have to manage on our own.” Cora nodded briefly. Violet was right, after all. A proper Lady should've been able to hold herself through a party or a dinner. It could have been a real lesson for her, even if it looked like another teasing of her mother-in-law, it wasn't. “You'll help me?” She agreed. “We must cooperate to limit the damage. Follow me.” Violet gestured with a tilt of her head. Noticing Cora still grabbing herself, walking stiffly and slowly, reluctant of letting go of her crotch, she sighed through her hinted smile, a sympathetic one “Whenever you're ready. But I suggest you hurry. Robert's coming over here.”
  23. A gentle, steady wind blew over the fields of Bardam's Mettle, the skies clear and the sun offering just enough warmth to the steppe that R'owahn didn't feel a chill. The tailored jacket she wore was more than enough to keep her comfortable. Checking over her gear once more, she gave nod to their party's leader, a Roegadyn with a sword and shield. R'owahn herself was equipped with a rapier and focus, having decided to try out 'red magic'. While not the best at it, it was still rather interesting, and her body naturally had a vast resevoir of aether to draw from, it seemed. Taking a small flask of green tea from her bag, she tipped it up and took a long draft from it. It seemed to help quiet and focus her mind, and she had been sipping at it for the past bell in preperation. The group set out through the gauntlet, easily dispatching various beastkin and other enemies along the path. R'owahn herself didn't fare too badly either, loosing spell after spell in a dance of elements while offering up the occasional slash or thrust to those that got too close. She was thankful that her party seemed competent... thus far, anyroad. They reached a stretch of Bardam's Mettle that consisted of stone walkways over flowing, whitewater rapids. It was here that the Seeker of the Sun noticed a building pressure in her lower abdomen. It seemed all that tea, while it helped her focus on her role, had quickly made it's way through her body to her bladder... and the running water below wasn't helping in the slightest. While normally the miqo'te would merely duck behind a bush or boulder to relieve herself, now was not a convenient time... nor was she willing to tell a group of people she met merely a few days ago that she desperately needed to pee! After dealing with stone constructs along the walkways, they came to a large pavilion, with a massive golem blocking their way. A booming voice rang out, neither angry nore benevolent. "Yea, you who would walk after Bardam! He who was strong as the earth, swift as a horse, brave as the thunder! You who would become Warriors of the Steppe, with death will you dance!" R'owahn gulped, feeling a quiver pass through her small body as she lamented the fight they had ahead of them. How were they to fight this thing!? The fear certainly didn't help her bladder predicament, narrowly avoiding letting a dribbling of her pent-up pee into her black silken panties. Stepping into the circle, a strange sensation overcame them; Their arms weak and aether suppressed. Somehow, they were incapable of fighting. What did it want? Her musings were answered with the arrival of a stone golem. Suddenly, the group was pulled towards it, before it reared up and prepared to smash the ground. Jumping backward, R'owahn managed to dodge the first upheaval... and feeling the ground tremble, she dodged the second as well. The black mage, unfortunately, was not as nimble, and was lifted up from the ground after being hit by both, magical chains wrapped around him. However, he seemed unharmed by the attacks... Several more attacks came, varying from straight beams of energy to falling meteors. Finally, a series of fireballs were launched at R'owahn... however, it seems between her awkward shoe style, and her current need, she wasn't as nimble as she thought she was; She tripped on a crack, and was hit twice... yet, as she suspected, it didn't hurt at all. As she was lifted up into the air, the magical chains wrapped around her body and squeezed. Letting out a cry, she grimaced and struggled to hold on, hoping her party members would succeed where she, or specifically her wardrobe, had failed. Damn that tailor! Unfortunately, they failed, and had to start the trial over. Again they were forced to dodge attacks, and again R'owahn's attire proved a poor choice as she was bound and forced to pray to the Twelve that her comrades would succeed... and that her smallclothes would stay dry. In the end, it came down to the Roegadyn, the Paladin somehow dancing around attacks despite wearing full plate. Damn she was good... Finally, the Golem was satisfied. Offering it's congratulations, it opened a path for them before disappearing. The group rallied around the Paladin, cheering her on for her amazing feat, before turning to note the Miqo'te still standing where she was before... R'owahn's knees and thighs were pressed together, both hands pressed deep into her skirt. Her eyes squinted shut, her tail lashed behind her as she stood frozen. Internally the poor girl was trying her damndest to control herself. Unfortunetely the pressure wouldn't abate; Her crotch and even her thighs were almost numb. She held, she held and she held... until she began to feel a warmth in place of whatever feeling was there before... warmth and wetness. It began as a spurt or two, which turned into a slight dribble. Slitted, cat-like eyes shot open and went wide as she felt her body betray her, the dribble turning into a stream, then a torrent as the warmth filled the gusset of her panties. Holding herself through her skirt proved to be a terrible idea, as it caused the fabric to be soaked as well as the waterfall of pee poured from the miqo'te, flowing down her leggings, onto the ground and even splattering those ridiculous boots. It seemed to last an era, R'owahn frozen in place as her body released it's waters against her will. The puddle beneath her grew and grew, refusing to soak into the stone. By the time her bladder began to ease off, her lower body was soaked; her panties were wet from front to back, her leggings had multiple dark trails running down her legs, and the shoes had little dots and streams of their own running over the leather. It was obvious to everyone looking at her that the poor girl had completely, and utterly urinated on herself, down to the last drop. Finally snapping back to reality, she straightened herself out, her hand moving from her skirt to show a saucer-sized wet spot on the front. The hem of the back of it was also wet, from having bent over. A slight sniffle sounded from her, but she stopped short of bursting into tears when a gauntleted hand rested on her head. Looking up, the Roegadyn smiled sweetly at her. In her eyes was a look of understanding and sympathy... not of ridicule. While no words were said, R'owahn felt relieved, and not just from having just peed; their leader also didn't seem to be judging her for having lost control. There was a seemingly unspoken pact made that this would not leave Bardam's Mettle. The rest of the trials went without a hitch, and the party disbanded shortly after. R'owahn, still, was thankful that her accident didn't end up becoming public knowledge... although she decided from now on she would take it easy when hydrating before entering someplace potentially dangerous!
  24. Lils

    female Wet Sitting

    For a long time, I have wanted to feel what it would be like to wet while sitting on an absorbing surface, like a desk chair, bed or car seat. I do not want to destroy any of my own pieces of furniture, nor would I want to do it to anything that belongs to someone else. But I had come up with a plan to do some sort of simulation of that feeling, getting as close to it as possible. About four hours ago, I felt the need to go to the toilet, after consuming close to a litre of tea. However, while I was finishing up my online assignment, my mind quickly came up with the plan of doing another holding session with myself, and of a way to kind of get to experience the feeling of peeing on a chair that would absorb part of the liquid. As a preparation, I drank another glass of soda and went upstairs. I picked up a heavy blanket from the bathroom, and put in on a sitting area in the bathroom (yes, my bathroom has a place to sit), folded up, so it would act as the "soaking up seat". I went back downstairs and got myself some water while I continued to write and answer emails and text messages. I kept drinking and resisting the urge to go to the bathroom. I don't know if other people have similar experiences, but when I am needing to pee and doing something else while doing a hold, I am constantly thinking 'ow, let's pop into the loo for a second'. After answering emails, and watching some Netflix it was close to dinner time, and I was holding for almost two hours at this point. I made myself a quick dinner of teriyaki chicken, baked mix veggies and brown rice (leftovers). It turned out to be a bit too salty, so I drank another two glasses of water and a glass of milk. After dinner and cleaning up the kitchen, I started up this forum again and kept browsing, my need growing steadily while I was still sipping a bottle of water. At this point, I was starting to feel like this hold was taking forever, and trying to mentally count how much I had had to drink. I finished my bottle of water and wanted to get up for another one when I was suddenly feeling my immense desperation. I sat back down and put my feet up and my laptop on my lap. I kept browsing this forum and the rest of the internet. It did not take long for the 'pulsing' feeling of almost losing it (a bit) started, and at this point, I was either constantly holding and touching myself to keep from peeing, or clenching my legs together while typing. This continued for a bit longer until I lost the first spurt of pee right into my dark blue skinny jeans. I kept browsing and exchanging messages on this board, but my mind was constantly on my bladder. After a few leaks, I could not hold on any more, and I could only stop myself from peeing by physically holding myself. At this point, I got up and hobbled to the bathroom, with an already sizeable watch patch on my jeans. The moment I sat down in my own-made bathroom absorbing chair, I could not hold it in any longer. My stream started out like a small stream, and I was hoping I could stop it and contain the damage. But it grew bigger very fast, and then the overwhelming sense of relief made that I no longer thought about holding it in. I felt the tension slip away as I started wetting my pants faster. And I loved the feeing. While I saw a wet patch forming on my skinny jeans, and the tattle-tale signs of glistering denim, there was no pee on the floor and there was no stream of pee following my legs. My pee was being absorbed by the blanket I was sitting on. I enjoyed the feeling of warm wetness on my bum, and try to focus on the sensation of my pants flooding with pee. After quite some peeing, a little bit of my pee ended up on the floor, a sign that my blanket was getting saturated. It wasn't long after that, that I felt like I had peed all that I had in me. While I was working on the cleanup and getting a load of laundry started (I never have the foresight to put all dirty laundry in the machine and just top it off with the wet stuff), my pants were fast in turning cold (it wasn't that warm at home). However, when I picked up my blanket in order to drop in in the laundry, it felt heavy, warm and wet with my pee. Somehow, the quantity of pee in the blanket had kept itself warm. And now, I am going for a run - and I will likely do at least part of it desperate, knowing the number of glasses of water I have consumed and how quickly I get desperate after a holding. If you have any ideas what I should do with that desperation, please drop them below in a comment or send me a PM. If you're on time, I might follow up on one of them.
  25. Super awesome

    Same Girl?

    Is this the same girl? Looks alike to me. Nudity in one video. https://vk.com/videos229650287?z=video229650287_171129250%2Fpl_229650287_-2 https://vk.com/videos261204841?z=video266637751_169893744%2Fpl_261204841_-2