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(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

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

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?

The show from a while back that starred Emma Roberts. It was on Nickelodeon. Not s cartoon .

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

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.

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

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

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) ^^

Had fun posting yesterday thought I'd share another. A friend inspired me to make this one. VID_20190302_165250.mp4

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.”

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!

**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

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.

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

Here's another Equestria Girls fanfic I wrote depicting some kinky pet play and pony play combined with wetting. If anyone would prefer to see this with OC's (since Equestria Girls stories don't seem that popular here), I could do another version changing it to OC's. I also removed the farts (since that doesn't seem to be too popular here), but left in the characters smelling bad from not washing, if that's not too big a turn-off. If it is I can redo it to cut that out. Might be stretchy, but don't take too seriously and enjoy the fetish fuel. Wet Pet Play and Pony Ride Pinkie Pie was hanging out with Fluttershy at the zoo. She was wearing her dirty jean shorts and pink and white T-shirt rather than her cake frosting-smelling dress she wore to work, because she was sure Fluttershy didn't mind bad smells since sometimes a few of the animals she would see smelled worse than her. Pinkie and Sunset had been smelling bad for 13 days now, as part of their kinky activities together. She and Fluttershy sat side by side looking at some horses. Fluttershy sniffed. She looked in Pinkie's direction, and sniffed her. "Um... Pinkie Pie... You kind of, maybe smell bad. Just a little bit." "I had beans for breakfast." Pinkie giggled. "No, it doesn't smell like you farted. It smells like you haven't washed for a long time." "Oh. That explains it, cause I didn't even fart on this bench!" "I noticed Sunset doesn't smell very nice either. Are your showers working?" "Oh yeah, they're fine! Sunset and I just haven't washed for 13 days cause we decided to try being really stinky and we're having a lot of fun with it because I think we both have a fetish for it and we like to sniff each other and-" She stopped. "Sorry Fluttershy, that's probably sounding really weird to you, and we're planning to take a bath tonight anyway." "It's not much weirder than what I do with Rainbow Dash." "What?" Fluttershy blushed beet red. "Nothing." "What do you do with Rainbow Dash? Would it be something I'd like to try with Sunset?" "Um..." Fluttershy talked a little too quietly for Pinkie to hear. "Yes?" "I... kind of really like it when Rainbow Dash puts a leash on me and treats me like a pet." "Oooh! That sounds fun!" "It is. Rainbow Dash wasn't sure if I could handle some of the things she likes to do, but I've surprised her quite a bit. I've never even had to use my safeword to get her to stop. Oh, but don't tell anyone except Sunset about this." "Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye. Sunset and I are gonna have a lot of fun today!" ... "That sounds interesting," said Sunset once Pinkie was over at her house a few minutes later. (Note: Sunset is wearing a teal tank top and jeans, which smell as bad as Pinkie) "Would you like to try it before our bath?" said Pinkie. "If I want you to stop I'll say 'Cherry Changa.' But I don't think I'll need to!" Pinkie held out a dog leash. Sunset put the leash around Pinkie's neck. Pinkie got into a sitting position and started scratching herself with her back leg. Sunset did seem to like this a bit. "Stay while I fill your water bowl," said Sunset. She got a big bowl out of the cupboard, and saw that Pinkie had followed her on all fours, grinning mischievously. "I said stay," said Sunset, and she slapped Pinkie's butt. Pinkie giggled, which she quickly turned into a fake whimper, and walked away and sat down. Sunset pulled out a bottle of soda, one of many she had handy for when Pinkie was over. She poured the entire bottle into the bowl. Pinkie walked over to it and drank it like a dog. It did not take her long to finish, even though she had already drank five big bottles of soda before going to the zoo. Sunset took a chocolate cupcake with cream cheese frosting out of the container of cupcakes that Pinkie had baked for her recently. Pinkie sat down with her mouth open. Sunset threw the cupcake, and Pinkie caught it in her mouth and swallowed it whole. Then Sunset set an apple pie with a whip cream topping next to the soda bowl. "Eat that only with your mouth." Pinkie started chomping away at the pie, getting whip cream and filling on her shirt and all over her face. This pet play was entirely new for her and she loved it. Once she was done, Sunset wiped the whip cream off her face. "We don't want anyone to think you have rabies." Pinkie giggled. "How would you like to go for a walk through the park?" said Sunset. Pinkie started panting with her tongue and walked forward on all fours. Sunset walked after her, opened the door, and walked along the sidewalk to the nearby park. Anyone they walked by dismissed it as Pinkie just being Pinkie Pie. Everyone in town had seen her do lots of weird stuff, and to them, this was no different. They had just reached the park and were walking for about a minute when Pinkie said "I gotta go pee!" Sunset was about to let her go find a place to pee, when she realized Pinkie hadn't used her safeword, Cherry Changa. Sunset chuckled and said "Just hold it." Pinkie whimpered as Sunset continued to walk her through the park. The sodas she had drank had gone through her and she really needed to go. Her heart was pounding not just from how badly she needed to pee, but also from the situation she was in. Being denied the bathroom, possibly to the point of an accident, was very exciting for her. She knew she could end it any time, but she didn't want to. They walked through a grassy area with trees, a little out of view in case anyone came by. Pinkie wanted to cross her legs but she couldn't, as Sunset had her keep walking. This just made it more exciting for her. "I REALLY gotta go!" said Pinkie. "I said hold it," said Sunset, half-expecting her to say "Cherry Changa", but she never did. Pinkie wanted this and Sunset knew it. A little over a minute later, Pinkie felt the crotch of her stinky shorts grow warm and wet. She stopped in her tracks as she started peeing full force. She sighed in immense relief and pleasure as warm, yellow waterfalls flowed down her legs in torrents and soaked the grass below her. Sunset stared as Pinkie wet herself in front of her. She must have really needed to go. Her shorts were drenched and she was still peeing. She felt just as aroused as when she had been massaging Pinkie's butt over the past several days. And she could tell, from Pinkie's deep sighs, that she was enjoying this greatly. After about a minute, she slapped Pinkie's butt. "Keep moving!" Pinkie shook her head as if snapping out of a trance and started to walk forward, still peeing. She knew beyond all doubt her white panties were yellow now. Not that they were very white before her accident. She peed for just over two minutes, and continued the walk in her wet shorts. This was even more fun for her than when she had accidentally peed a little when Sunset had tickled her. After about half an hour of walking around the park, they reached a big mud puddle, for it had rained the night before. "Step into the mud," said Sunset. Pinkie did as she was told, getting mud all over her hands and knees. "Now lay on your back." Pinkie laid on her back and raised her arms and legs in the air. Sunset gave Pinkie a belly rub, causing Pinkie to giggle and splash a bit of mud around. Once Sunset was done, Pinkie got back on all fours, the back of her T-shirt and shorts covered in mud, and the front of her shorts wet with her pee. And, like Sunset, she smelled bad. Sunset turned around and walked Pinkie back home. After Sunset threw another cupcake to Pinkie, she removed the leash. "Was that as fun as you hoped?" "I REALLY need a bath, but that was even MORE fun than I thought it'd be!" "Why don't we take that bath now?" Sunset filled the tub with soapy water. Pinkie stepped into the tub. "Are you ready, Sunny?" "One minute. I have to go to the bathroom first." Sunset sat on the toilet and started to pee in her jeans. "Ahhhhh..." Pinkie giggled as Sunset wet herself. Once Sunset was done peeing, she climbed into the tub with Pinkie. They dunked each other's heads, lathered their hair with shampoo, and scrubbed each other's sides and armpits simultaneously with soapy sponges. Then, Sunset scrubbed Pinkie's butt, because Pinkie was the dirtier of the two. Then they switched positions, and Pinkie scrubbed Sunset's butt. Once they were done, they scrubbed each other's stinky feet. Of course, this tickled Pinkie, who splashed about in the tub. Once they were clean, they drained the water and filled the tub up again, relaxing in the tub for another half hour. Then they got out of the tub. Sunset blow dried Pinkie and changed out of her wet tank top and jeans into her pajamas, and a new pair of underwear. ... They stayed clean for a few more days, except for some sploshing on one day, which included covering themselves in pudding, frosting, and whip cream after some cake sitting. Then they stopped washing for another ten days, except instead of wearing her jeans, Sunset wore a short, tight pair of gray shorts due to the summer weather. After another of their usual sessions, Sunset said "Do you want to do some more pet play?" "Actually, I'd like you to ride me through the park like a pony this time!" "Sure." Sunset thought this was funny because she used to be a pony while Pinkie Pie didn't. A few minutes later, Sunset was riding Pinkie through the park. Anyone who saw them, once again, dismissed it as Pinkie's usual antics. At about the same point as last time, Pinkie said "Ooh! Sunny, I gotta go potty!" Sunset just slapped Pinkie's butt in response, getting her to move faster. Pinkie was enjoying this as much as last time. Needing to pee really badly, being denied a bathroom, unable to cross her legs. She held it as long as she could, but ended up soaking her shorts again. And, just like last time, she stopped to take in how much she loved the relief, the warm wetness, and the naughty feeling of peeing herself, before Sunset slapped her butt, signalling her to continue walking. Before Pinkie was done peeing, Sunset said "I have to use the bathroom, too." She let go and started to pee in her smelly shorts, sighing of relief. Pinkie was a little startled by the warm wetness soaking her back, pouring down her butt and the upper part of her shirt. "Sunny, are you..." Pinkie asked as she finished peeing. "I am." Sunset giggled and peed for nearly as long as Pinkie had before she was done, enjoying the feeling of wetting herself as much as Pinkie had. Aside from her head, Pinkie was now covered in urine, and she liked it. Sunset rode Pinkie through the mud, during which Pinkie jumped up to splash in the mud, causing Sunset to fall off. Sunset landed butt-first in the mud. "Pinkie!" Sunset put Pinkie over her knee and spanked her. Pinkie peed on Sunset's lap, as the rest of the soda she drank had gone through her. They laughed as they continued roughhousing in the mud, before Sunset eventually rode Pinkie back home, and started to fill the bathtub. Sunset and Pinkie were covered in mud and smelled like pee and sweat. And they loved every bit of it. But now it was time to clean up. And they knew from previous experience that this would also be fun!

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!"

College Girl Desperation and Wetting View File (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. Submitter space.princess Submitted 03/21/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Jeans Panties/Undies  

Was dying to pee. May have even started before I clicked record. For DW. VID_20190320_173031.mp4

Greetings everyone! I've been on and off this site for the last couple years, mainly just for story writing purposes. I've had new ideas and passions coming and going, not to mention some serious writers block, moving states, and having my old laptop die on me. I've settled, bought a new one, and have been writing for NanoWimo this month. The story I was working on just didn't have the flow I wanted to and to see if I could jog anything, I went reading through some of my older work. Master and Servant was one of the longest stories I'd ever written and I about punched myself when I realized how long I'd left it, and the way I'd left it unfinished. I've been thinking it over for a few days, and I realized that I really want to give it a proper ending. There are things I would change and do differently, so I decided the only fair thing to do was to give it another try and re-write it. Let me know what you guys think, I want to hear feedback and ideas to help grow and change as a writer...especially one who indulges a pissing fetish ? Hope you guys enjoy! The first chapter is a long one, reader beware! Ch. 1: Let the Games Begin Hermione Granger could pinpoint the exact date and time when her little habit had formed. She was eleven years old, the second Tuesday of November that year. On Halloween she’d been trapped in the girl’s loo and nearly had her head taken off by a troll. Since then, she found that every time she tried to use one of the girl’s toilets, her heart began to pound in her chest and her bladder quiver in her belly. She would rather, and many times nearly did, release its contents right outside the door than go inside. The fear she had was terrible, making her feel cold, clammy, and sick every time she so much as thought as going to the ladies’ room. It led to hours of agony, holding her water in her belly until it ached, only letting her pee flow when she was safe inside her dorm at Gryffindor Tower. Many times, she’d barely made it there, but letting all she held inside always felt so, so good. She would sit there on the porcelain throne, or stand in front with her legs spread wide the times she was a little too late, and her urine would spray from her like a waterfall. The agony would end, replaced with a euphoria so great she would moan and tremble. Oddly enough, she preferred it the times where her need was just a little too desperate. When her belly would throb, and her pee would spurt into her panties before she was even in her dorm, sending tendrils of urine down her thighs as she hurried up the stairs to her place of salvation. The times where she had her hands between her legs, skirt soaking up the constant bursts of wet heat from between her legs as she opened the bathroom door. What choice did she have but to let go right there in front of the toilet? She would moan as her pee soaked her panties, her skirt, her socks and shoes…the puddle would be so massive that the only thing that saved her from utter humiliation was her ability to perform advanced cleaning spells. As the days since the troll attack wore on, the number of accidents she had in front of the toilet grew. She liked it more, she admitted secretly to herself, to feel the pee burst uncontrollably down her legs. Once, she’d held it far too long and had an absolutely glorious pee right in the corridor on the second floor near the library. Another time, when the toilet had been occupied and she was already bursting, she crawled into bed and pissed the blankets until the were sopping. She laid there, panting in the wetness, realizing how badly she liked it. It gave her such pleasure to pee herself, made her girlhood tingle in ways she never had felt before. And, being a witch of inquisitive mind, she endeavored to explore these new pleasures. She let her experiments move from the privacy of the bathroom, or her bed, and out into the castle. Over the years, she learned her limits and pushed them, holding for hours until she burst. She learned places in the castle, or on the grounds, where she could pee unseen. That was always her favorite, to pee in the open. The fantasy that someone could happen upon her, even though she took precautions against it, gave her more pleasure than when she first discovered she liked to wet her knickers. She learned, as all teenage girls do, the best ways to give her body the pleasure it craved. She noticed that craving enhance greatly as her bladder filled, and it opened up new avenues for wetting and for pleasure. However, the last thing she ever expected was to be discovered. ***** Draco Malfoy had never paid Hermione Granger much mind. She was Mudblood, of little consequence. But, one day after Halloween their first year, he noticed something peculiar about the girl. They were in History of Magic, where minds tended to wander, and students fell asleep. His father would never allow the latter, but a wandering mind was something he just could not help in such a dull subject. He was thinking on its dullness when movement caught his eye. Granger was two rows up, at the corner desk, and she couldn’t sit still. It always gave Draco a secret, naughty, thrill of pleasure to see his classmates squirm the way Hermione Granger was squirming. He knew immediately what it was for and why, and always secretly wished to see a golden puddle form under their chairs. The girl had his full attention for the rest of the lesson. The way she tapped her feet, wiggled her hips, and crossed her legs. It was a perfect potty dance going unnoticed by anyone but him. She clearly had to go quite badly, he realized with a thrill, as by the end of the lesson she was holding herself and rocking in her seat. Why she didn’t just raise her hand to be excused was beyond him. Binns never cared if students asked. In fact, students often asked to use the toilet and just never came back. But then, Draco realized that he’d never seen her ask to use the toilet. She was such a little know-it-all that she’d never waste precious class time with something as inane as emptying her bladder. At least, that was what he assumed. Class ended with her dry, much to Draco’s displeasure and he left with his friends to his next class, one he shared with the Ravenclaws. He supposed Hermione would rush to the toilet, barely making it in time to pull her knickers down even though it was just across the hall. Maybe they would even be a little wet by the time she did. He found his thoughts drifting back to her potty dance throughout the day, feeling a nagging itch he didn’t quite know how to answer. He never imagined that by dinner, the squirming girl would catch his attention again. He almost missed his mouth with his fork when he spotted her across the Great Hall. She was pale, a thin sheen of sweat covering her forehead, her whole body tight and trembling. There was no way she was still holding it all in, there couldn’t be. It had been hours since History of Magic, and she’d been about to burst. And yet, there she was, shaking with obvious need. How her friends or anyone else in the room wasn’t noticing was beyond him. He had to get a closer look, and tormenting Potter and Weasley would provide the perfect opportunity. He glanced at the Teacher’s Table, grinning to see them occupied in some discussion, and got up from his dinner to saunter over to the Gryffindor Table. “Well, well, well,” he drawled “Potter. Congratulations on defeating a Mountain Troll. I have to wonder, what were you doing in a Girls’ Loo to fight it? Already turning into a peeper, are you?” Harry and Ron both went red with embarrassment and anger, immediately firing off their mouths with blundering threats of physical abuse. He cared little for their tirade, he was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. And oh, what a treat. She was absolutely busting, legs tightly crossed and holding herself discretely under her skirt, her robe hiding the action. He could see it though, because he was looking for it. She was rocking back and forth, subtly and watching the argument with increasing worry. Was she worried, he wondered, that her friends would be in trouble or was it that she was about to pee her panties right there at the table? He smirked, and drawled more careless insults, lengthening her agony. Her fidgeting increased, rocking fast and uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. She bent forward a little, and he noticed how much paler she’d gotten. He’d have gone on at length, insulting Harry’s dead mother and Ron’s fat one, except that Professor McGonagall had started in their direction. He wrapped it up and continued off, disappointed that he hadn’t gotten to see Hermione lose it. He left the Great Hall, intending on heading to the library so he could finish up a little homework without Crabbe and Goyle pestering him. He didn’t see Hermione leave just behind him, but he did hear a horrified gasp in the corridor as headed toward the staircase. Being tucked behind a stone wall, he peeked back behind him to see its cause. It was Christmas! Hermione Granger was standing in the middle of the empty corridor, hands between her legs and frozen stiff. His stomach did excited backflips as he watched her tremble. “Oh no…! Oh no oh no…” she whimpered, dancing back and forth on the red carpet. Her thighs pressed together, hands clenching tight between her legs. Draco felt his face flush, cold shivers trembling through him as he watched. She was going to do it. She was actually going to have an accident. “Ah…ah..!” Hermione gasped, looking down in horror as her legs snapped apart, putting an end to her dance. Pssssssssssssstt….! Her water thundered in the corridor, spraying so hard into the carpet that it bounced back and splashed onto her shoes. “Aaaahhh….” Hermione sighed as she flooded the hall, her skirt and the carpet darkening as her thick golden stream only continued to flow. How could one person, one little girl, possibly hold so much liquid inside her? Either way, Draco loved the look on her face. She liked it, she really liked it. It felt good to let all that pee out…It must have been over two minutes that she emptied herself when the torrent turned into a little trickle and then stopped. Hermione trembled on weak knees, pulling her wand out to clean her lake and her skirt. She sighed, looking all around before heading forward toward the stairs. That was strange to him. What normal girl holds her bladder all day long until she’s bursting, has the biggest accident in the universe in the middle of the hall, and just shrugs it off? He had assumed she would have at least started to cry. Either way, Hermione Granger had marked herself as interesting, and he decided to pay her some special attention. He wasn’t left disappointed over the next week. He watched her closely, and she never once went to the toilets during the day. She would drink at all her meals and spend the day fidgeting and holding until she was bursting. He never saw her wet again that week, but he had put together at the very least the only place she peed was in the Gryffindor Tower. She would always go there directly when she found her limit. It became an obsession to him, over the years, watching her most secret moments. He followed her around the castle and the grounds, whenever she ducked into her hidden places. From abandoned halls and classes, quiet courtyards on the grounds, she would always piss the ocean that had been held up inside her. She never, ever went to the toilet. It led to two conclusions, the first being that Hermione Granger did this on purpose. She liked to wet herself, and around thirteen the fact she’d started to pleasure herself after or during her wets made that conclusion obvious. The second was that Draco himself took no higher pleasure than watching her displays. How perverse on both accounts, he mused as he filled a Pocket Pensive he’d purchased over the summer before 4th year with his memories of her pleasured wettings. With the thrill of the World Cup passing, it was the thought of the coming year that made him giddy. Hermione had wet herself running from the Death Eaters, he was almost certain. When Harry and his friends had rushed into the clearing he’d been waiting in. He’d sassed them, watching how Hermione danced in the background, then doubled over. They never noticed how pee sprayed down against the ground, they were too angry at him or horrified at the treatment of muggles. But he’d seen. And better, Hermione’s eyes had locked with his when it happened. She knew he’d seen. He had something on her, and he knew what he wanted to do with it. All he needed was to catch her one more time, and he knew just how to do it. **** Admittedly, Hermione was worried Draco would have laughed at her right there in the clearing, pointing out her accident to her friends. The fact he hadn’t made her increasingly worried. There was no way he hadn’t noticed. He’d stared right at her as she soaked her jeans. It hadn’t been her intention to wet like that, but the Death Eaters had attacked right before she could slip into the woods and soak herself in private. It wasn’t her fault, or Draco’s really, that he’d seen her. Still, going into the next year with knowing he’d seen her and nothing to resolve it made her uneasy. But what was she to do? It’s not like she could confront him and ask him not to tell anyone she’d wet her pants. She saw him at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters boarding the train with his friends. Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zambini, and Theodore Nott were all in a group and chatting. They all leered at Harry as they walked by, but none looked at her. None except Draco. Heat tinted her cheeks and she looked away. He definitely had seen, but he hadn’t shared it with his friends. Why? Something so embarrassing would be fuel for the other Slytherins, and even the fussier Ravenclaws who hated her for her high grades. He had no issue tormenting Harry all last year for only fainting when Dementors came near. The whole of Slytherin house at the very least should have been laughing at her by now. They found their compartments on the train and Hermione felt a surge of need pulse in her bladder. Oh no she thought, already sitting next to the window as the train gave a loud horn blow, signaling its departure. She’d planned to empty her bladder before they got on the train, there were so many little hide aways in Kings Cross to do it. But she’d been caught up in conversation and then caught up in her anxieties when she saw Malfoy. There’d been no time for her to sneak back off the train and hide behind the information booth for the Hogwarts Express. She could have let loose there and got back on the train with no one the wiser… Her bladder throbbed again and she shifted in her seat. She couldn’t outright hold herself and dance like she needed to as her full bladder continued to give her signals. She, Harry, and Ron were all talking seriously about the Dark Mark and the show of Death Eaters at the World Cup. Harry admitted he’d been having nightmares and pains in his scar. This was no time for her bladder to be begging for relief. She suggested Harry write to Sirius, if only to ease his worries and give him something to do while she trembled with need. It was so bad…she had to go so bad. As Harry pulled out pen and parchment, a sudden burst of heat warmed her panties. Hermione bit her lower lip, pressing her thighs together, but with everyone in the room it was all she could do to hold the flood back. It wasn’t quite enough. Another burst of pee bloomed in her knickers again, then another, and another, and another. Her thighs were wet and she felt the seat cushion she was sitting on grow wet. Thankfully, she’d had the sense to pull her skirt out from under her when she felt her needs grow urgent. It was soaking her liquid well, but it wouldn’t hold it all. If she fully lost control, everything would run down the front of the bench and puddle on the floor. Ron and Harry would see, they’d know…She bit the inside of her cheek as another trickle of pee soaked into the seat. She had to get up and find somewhere on the train, and now. “I’ll be right back” Hermione said, not giving a reason but her company didn’t much mind. She set her newspaper on her seat, hiding the stain there, and headed out of the compartment. She dared to give herself a little squeeze once she was alone. The only place that came to mind was the baggage car, they were closer than the toilets were. She hurried down to the end of the train, paling as she felt more spurts of pee warm her wet panties, trickles running down her legs. She hoped she was moving too fast through the students going from compartment to compartment, visiting this friend and that, for anyone else to notice. By the time she had shut herself in the baggage car, she was leaking constantly. “Oh my God, oh my God…!” she squealed, her hand buried in her skirt, wetness soaking through it and wetting her hand. “My, my, my,” Drawled an all too familiar voice. Shock and panic made her moans of need die in her throat. She even stopped wetting for a moment. Draco Malfoy was sitting on top of the first group of trunks, grinning from ear to ear. “M-Malfoy, what are you…?! Ah..Oh..!” she questioned, legs quivering as her bladder throbbed, another stream dribbling out. She crossed her legs, both hands clenching into her girlhood to stop the flow. “Looks like someone really needs a wee,” Draco smirked, “why don’t you just do what you did at the World Cup? You needed a wee then, too.” “N-no I can’t…What’re you doing in here, I…Aah..haaa….oh Merlin…” Hermione was doing her best to avoid the inevitable, but another burst a pee soaked down her legs, sprinkling onto the metal floor below her. Draco’s grin got even wider. “Looks like you can, and you’re already doing it,” he smirked, “Why don’t you let it all out, hm? It’ll feel so good…Doesn’t it always just feel so good, Granger?” How did he know? Why did he know? What was going on? She could hardly string two thoughts together while her bladder burned in her belly and her heart pounded with anxiety in her chest. She couldn’t pee in front of Draco Malfoy! She just couldn’t! But…oh she couldn’t help it anymore. Her bladder was so past its limit, and every little dribble felt so good like he said… “Aah…ahh..! I can’t…I can’t hold it!” she cried out, gasping with shock and shame as a strong torrent of pee burst into her skirt, splashing loudly onto the metal. “Oh no!” she cried again when another burst through her fingers, then another. She was peeing right there, in front of Malfoy and pleasure was still coiling in her belly. He smirked wider and she completely lost it with a cry, a wave of pleasure crashing through her as a full gush of pee released. It was hot and fast and her muscles felt like jelly, unable to clench against the flood. Psssshhhh…! The sound echoed loudly as her pee splashed against the metal, puddling around her. “Aah…haa….ahhhhhh…” she gasped, gulping air as she sighed with relief. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to watch the grin Draco eyed her with. Her release felt too good to worry with him for the moment. Minutes past and she still released her water until only a trickle remained. For long moments more, the only sound between them was a soft dripping from her soaked panties and skirt into the massive puddle she made. Draco adjusted his pants and jumped down off the trunks, giddy as he splashed into the puddle below. The sound made Hermione jump. She looked at him with wide, almost frightened eyes. “Looks like that felt real good, Granger,” he smirked, “you like wetting your knickers, don’t you?” “I…” she started, the haze of relief fading from her eyes, replaced with a narrowed look, gulping a touch, “Look…I didn’t mean…I really had to go…The toilets had a line, and…” “Oh spare me,” Draco scoffed, cutting her off “you’ve been holding it till you burst since first year. You never piss in the loo like a normal person. You find places you think you’re alone and flood the place.” Hermione’s jaw nearly joined her puddle on the floor. “How do you..? How could you possibly…!?” “You were never alone as you thought you were,” he smirked “I’ve been watching the whole time.” “You…you sick pervert!” she snapped, snarling as her hand went to her wand. “Now, now,” he said, pulling his own faster, “there’s no need for that. I’m not going to tell anyone.” “Why?” she demanded, wand still in hand. “I want to play a little game,” he said “and I think you’d like to play too.” “And why’s that?” she growled. “Because you like to pee yourself, and I like to watch,” he grinned “I’m not going to let you watch me pee!” she snapped “I’ve been watching,” he said “and if you won’t play along, I’ll let everyone know.” “You fucking—” “Oh, such language from Little Miss Perfect,” he laughed “Shut up!” she snapped, sparks flying out of her wand. Draco flicked his own, his disarming spell finding its mark since she was so enraged. “Listen here,” he said “I have a whole Pensive of memories of you pissing your panties and diddling off in the wet. If you don’t agree, everyone will see it and think you’re the sick pervert. Do you understand?” “Blackmailing little shit,” she growled, hands balling at her sides. He just chuckled, not caring at all. “So,” he continued, “I want to play a little game…lets call it Master and Servant.” “If you think for one minute I’m going to serve you like some maid, you’ve got another thing coming!” she snapped “Oh please, I have house elves for that,” he said, noting her enraged expression with pleasure, “No, no…but I’m going to be the master of your bladder. I want you to come and get me if you need a wee, and you’ll only get to go if I say so. If not, or if you have an accident, you’re in for a punishment. How’s that sound?” “That sounds terrible! You sick pervert, I’ll never agree to this!” “Well, obviously I’d want you to agree,” he mused “but if you don’t I have the blackmail. Either way I get what I want. But before you get too angry, think it over. You like pissing yourself. You love it, I’d dare to say. And I like to watch you do it. How many guys do you think are gonna be into that? Most people would think that’s perfectly disgusting.” Hermione scowled, crossing her arms. She hated that he had a point. And she had, very secretly, wished someone would watch her. Take pleasure in her pleasure, watching her pee. Maybe even let her sit on a lap as her bladder burst…She swallowed the sour taste in her mouth. “So,” she said tersely “you’re saying that if I do as you ask, you won’t tell anyone I wet myself?” “No indeed,” he smiled, “I’d rather let this play out for as long as I’m interested.” “And when you’re bored?” she asked “Well, if you play along nicely, I may not tell everyone you’re filthy girl that likes to piss her knickers,” he smiled wickedly. Hermione huffed, considering her options. She didn’t have many. She was a wet mess, caught in her own puddle by none other than one of the nastiest brats Hogwarts held within its castle walls. And yet…she found his offer strangely appealing. “You swear you won’t say anything if I play along?” she asked “Cross my heart and hope to die,” he grinned. Hermione’s scowl grew, her foot tapping impatiently in her puddle as she mulled it over. “I want some conditions,” she said, making Draco grin wider. “Like what?” “I don’t want to wet where others will see it,” she said, “you can see, but that’s it.” “Fine,” he agreed, “anything else?” “I’m not going to do anything…sexual as a punishment,” she said, heat tinting her cheeks. “Ugh,” Draco scoffed “no, you misunderstand. I still hate you. I still think you’re disgusting Mudblood. I’d never touch you or have any type of feelings. I just like watching you piss.” “Good,” Hermione said coolly, “that was going to be my third condition.” Draco had to laugh at her gumption, hands going into his pockets. She really was something, standing there in a puddle with pissed panties and a wet skirt, so defiant. It was part of the reason she was so very interesting. “So, you agree?” he asked triumphantly. “I agree,” she said with an irritated huff, “but you better not go back on your word or I’ll hex you so hard you’ll have to eat through a straw for the rest of your life!” He laughed again, such a fierce little thing! He liked this situation very much. “Now, now, that’s no way to talk to your Master…” “If you think I’m gonna call you that—” “I do, and you will, or Draco, or else you’re gonna get punished.” She scowled. “Fine, Draco…” she growled, “if you’re through, I’m going back to my compartment.” “Dripping wet?” he smirked, making her blush. Before she could retrieve her wand from where his spell had flung it, he cast his own cleaning charms. Her panties warmed and dried between her legs, her socks and skirt as well. The puddle followed next and it was like it never happened. “There, now you can’t say I’m not a nice master, can you?” he teased, moving to grab her wand for her. She snatched from his hand and turned heel, her bushy hair smacking him in the face. “One more thing” he said before she opened the door, “make sure you order a fizzy pumpkin juice from the trolley, and drink at least four goblets at dinner. Don’t pee before you go to bed, and meet me on the fourth floor, the unused classroom near the Charms classroom. You know the one, you piss in there when you’ve overheld it.” “Fine!” she snapped, reddening when he mentioned a favorite wetting spot of hers. The knowledge unnerved her, adding fact to the story he told. She stormed out of the baggage car, fuming with anger. Draco was left chuckling at his own brilliant idea and took a long moment to reward himself with a little pleasure, fueling it with her most recent release.

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…

A week or so ago I had my first unintentional experience of wetting. It was a bit of shock, but it was also a thrill, and I'd like to share. It's my first attempt at capturing this, and it all happened quite fast, so forgive the lack of style! I say unintentional - I tend to prefer desperation, and I've enjoyed playing around with holding at home. Occasionally those holds have ended with me losing control (perhaps I'll share those sometime, too). But this was different. I hadn't made any plans to hold , let alone to wet. Quite the opposite in fact. I was home alone of an evening. That morning I'd cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom up, then met friends for coffee. When I got home I had wine with dinner, and then proceeded to get caught in a long phone conversation with a friend. While I was on the phone, I got those early, 'I could sure use a bathroom break', feelings, but they weren't too intense. They were doing most of the talking, and there simply wasn't a good point to ask for a pause! As they went on, I noticed I'd tensed up a little, crossed my legs even. I caught myself in a slight squirm on the sofa as they said goodbye,, but when I got up, I found the pressure receded for walking around, and I got caught up in my chores. We had guests coming the next day, and I'd meant to tidy the place a little before my friend had called. Looking back, I think perhaps I've fallen in to an unconscious habit of always doing 'one more thing' before allowing myself to go. Anyway, I wanted to get a few things done before heading to bed. I straightened out the living room without any discomfort, and then headed to tidy up the bedroom. When I bent to pick up a few cushions from the floor, my belt dug uncomfortably into my bladder. I felt a dull ache, and sort of faint clenching feeling around my abdomen. I headed towards the bathroom in tense little shuffle, with one hand over my stomach - it felt soothing somehow. I was looking forward to some relief, but didn't have any great feeling of urgency. As I passed through the kitchen I saw my wine glass from earlier on the table. I decided to just quickly rinse it out in the sink so that it wouldn't stain, and that was my mistake. The sound of the tap running, and the water flowing over my hand sent me into a full blown desperation. I had to go, immediately. I felt a tight, rhythmic cramping in my abdomen, and I was shifting my weight from foot to foot as I fumbled to turn off the tap. It's only a few short steps to the bathroom, but my hands were shaking as I opened the door. My breath was coming in short gasps now, and my legs felt shaky. There was a steady ache, and I was having to consciously squeeze my muscles as hard as I could to keep from losing control. With my shaky hands I couldn't find the light switch easily, and while I searched around for it I started holding myself over my jeans to try and alleviate some pressure. It helped a little, but I still felt heavy, clenching spasms around my bladder. I got the light and headed for the toilet, unbuckling my belt with my free hand. As I worked at the buckle I noticed a slight tingling sensation, then felt a little warmth as I let out a single small leak. I felt the material of my shorts cling in that one spot, and I cursed under my breath. but it was only a leak. I was still hoping to make it ok. After all, I'd cleaned the room that very morning, and really didn't want to have to do it again so late at night! I clenched my muscles hard and drew in a big breath. I thought I had matters under control as I shuffled towards the toilet, both hands grasping at the top button on my jeans. But I did not. I felt another, longer leak, enough to soak my jeans a little, and then before I knew it I felt a throbbing feeling, and there were a whole series of well... spurts? Little jets? Far more forceful now, and much wetter.. the fabric of my trousers was clinging slightly to my leg and I found myself stood, just staring down. Honestly I couldn't believe how quickly things had gone from 'gotta go soon' to 'going right now'. Having been slightly panicky and annoyed, I was now mesmerised, and excited. The leaks got closer together, and very quickly there was a fairly constant stream running down my leg. I shivered a little, enjoying that first feeling of relief, but then I looked down at the floor (previously very clean), saw the small puddle by my foot, and dragged myself over to the toilet. I wriggled my jeans down and just plonked myself on the seat, still in my underwear, and let out a long, deep gasp or relief as I finally stopped trying to fight it. . It had happened so quickly, and afterwards I was a little shocked. Cleaning up afterwards, I noticed that my cheeks were bright red. It had all happened almost too quickly to take in. Once I'd gotten washed and changed, as well as that deep physical feeling of relief one gets after letting, I felt slightly euphoric, and calm. I slept really deeply. It was a bit of a surreal experience, but one that made me acknowledge how much I enjoy the occasional bit of Omo... It made me keen to find space to talk about it, too, which I why I came to this site, and it's definitely given me the impetus to take on some more holds in the near future. I enjoyed reflecting on it - Thanks for reading!

So I’ve been on here for a couple of years now, and have met some interesting people, but most of the conversations end after a while. Do people on here not like private messaging? Just public talking?

Just another short story I thought might interest you, along similar lines to the romper story in terms of how she takes it, since people found that refreshing and it's my most popular story on here. A Wet Wedding Stephanie was a very attractive dark-haired girl in her early twenties. She was also quite athletic. Today was the day of her wedding. She was so excited that she put on her exercise outfit, a short, skintight, black pair of spandex shorts and a matching sports bra, and went for a run twice as fast as she normally would. When she got back home, she was soaked in sweat, for it was a hot summer day, so she drank a lot of water and iced tea. She looked at her watch. It was about a half hour until the wedding. So she picked up her wedding dress, which was beautiful, sleeveless, and spread moderately wide at the bottom of the skirt, but was not very puffy. She put it on over her exercise outfit, then climbed into her car and drove. The heat inside the car dried most of the sweat off her. She arrived at the park, where her wedding was. Her fiance, Brendan, was waiting for her, wearing a tuxedo. Their friends and relatives were gathered in the audience. Stopping to drink a big glass of punch, she walked over to Brendan. "Hi Brendan. How are you doing?" "Great." He sniffed. "You smell a little sweaty." Stephanie blushed. "I went for a big run waiting for the wedding, and I didn't shower before." "It's all right. I kind of like it." They stood in position, and the priest said his usual marriage lines, and they took their vows. Finally... "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." Brendan and Stephanie kissed. Then they sat with the rest of their guests, having a wedding picnic, chatting, and eating. Stephanie was still feeling a little hot so she drank more and more punch. Fortunately there was a lot to spare. About an hour in, Stephanie felt a sudden and strong urge to pee. She groaned and crossed her legs. "Are you all right, honey?" said Brendan. "I'm fine, I just really need to pee." "There's a bathroom just over there." "I can hold it." She stayed at the table, even drinking more punch, and her bladder was rapidly filling up by the minute. After ten minutes, the pressure was too much for her to take. She stood up. "I'll be right back." She ran toward the park bathroom. To her relief, there wasn't a line. However, when she tried to open the door, she found it locked. She did the pee dance in front of the door for about ten minutes. When she leaked a little into her panties and shorts, she whimpered, and banged on the door. "Hurry up in there! I really have to go!" There was no response. She couldn't even hear any sounds coming from inside. She held herself and pee danced frantically. She was about to burst. Then a park staff member walked up and put up an "Out of Order" sign on the door. He looked sympathetically at Stephanie and said "Sorry, miss. I forgot to put the sign up. You'll have to go behind a bush or something. Congratulations on the wedding, by the way." He walked away. Stephanie couldn't believe it. All this time the bathroom had been out of order, while she had assumed someone was taking their sweet time inside. She had just decided to run behind the bathroom and go there, when it happened. Her overflowing bladder gave out and she froze in place as she started to pee full force. Before long, the crotch of her wedding dress was stained yellow, and pee was flowing down her legs onto the concrete below. She could smell the scent of urine and hear the sound of her stream spraying her shorts - likely passing through them and spraying her dress at this point - but for the moment, she didn't care. She just sighed in relief, almost enjoying the warm, wet feeling. After just over two minutes, she finished wetting herself. Her shorts were soaked and her wedding dress had a big yellow spot at the front, but she was feeling much better. She was a little embarrassed, but felt it wasn't so bad, and she knew she'd get over it. She walked back to the party and casually said "The bathroom door was locked, I stood in front of it for about ten minutes, but it turned out it was out of order. I was gonna go behind the bathroom, but I didn't make it." Everyone laughed, and she laughed with them. The whole situation was kind of funny, and she was usually amused at bathroom humor. Brendan said "All right, since there's no bathroom at the park, the party's over, let's go home." Everyone went home, and Stephanie and Brendan drove their separate cars to Stephanie's house, which was the one they were thinking about keeping. Once inside, Brendan said "Are you all right?" "I'm fine," said Stephanie cheerfully. "It's really no big deal, and I think it's kind of funny." "That's good. I think it's kind of funny too." "Mind if I stay like this for the rest of the night?" "Not at all." They kissed. They sat on the couch watching one of their favorite movies, and about an hour in Stephanie needed to pee again. "Pause the movie. I have to go to the bathroom." Brendan paused, but as Stephanie walked to the bathroom, Brendan ran up behind her and tickled her. She laughed hard, and in seconds she was peeing her dress again. He stopped tickling once she was finished. As soon as she stopped laughing, she felt how wet she was and laughed a little more. "Nice one," she said, completely amused at what had happened. "And I guess I don't have to pee anymore!"