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Put these before but I've added another one. Feel free to add or change as much as you want although I'd prefer if it were original made up characters and not ones based on something although I have some ideas for that separated below. All of these are female. A woman a mother is trying to potty train her daughter and is having difficulty doing so. As a last resort in trying to get her to use it she decides to demonstrate for her by using the training potty herself. Could continue to where the mother grows to like the notion of it and decides to keep peeing in her child's potty in secret. Up to you whether her husband or someone catches her or not. A woman again a mother most likely decides for the safety of her child to baby proof everything in the house. Of course this backfires when she needs to use the bathroom and can't open the child proof lock on the toilet. Up to you where to go from here and where she goes instead or if she manages to figure it out. A woman's toilet in her house breaks resulting in it needing to be fixed. This of course becomes a problem when she needs to use the bathroom and there's no toilet working. Again up to you to decide where she ends up going. Maybe trying to pee discreetly somewhere without the guy fixing her toilet knowing so she doesn't get caught in an embarrassing scenario. A couple a woman and a man decide to buy a new toilet to replace their old one. Ultimately the husband ends up buying a sort of high tech toilet that has gadgets like it can clean itself or talk etc again up to you how that goes but ultimately the woman doesn't end up liking it but it's now bought so there's nothing she can do and she stubbornly refuses to use it. This of course becomes an issue when she needs to go to the bathroom and tries avoiding using it as she tries to find other ways or places to pee. Ultimately would end with her being forced to use the new toilet and coming around to liking it. A woman and maybe a friend along with her being arrested be it for an innocent crime or a legitimate one. Whatever the case may be the result would be they would have to share a holding cell until their bail comes in with a few other inmates who are waiting their bail and there would be a toilet to use in the cell if they needed to use it. However one of the woman who is arrested would be pee shy and is reluctant to use the toilet in the cell which becomes a problem when she has to pee. Ultimately she would end up using the toilet much to her embarrassment just as their bail comes in. Alternatively it could be something to where a woman or pair of women is arrested and they end up being imprisoned and have to stay there for awhile until they are released on good behaviour or they end up being proven innocent and they have to get used to life in prison including overcoming reluctance to use the toilet in the cell in front of their cellmates. The first example of the holding cell would probably be easier to write since it would be one and done. A couple move into together but the woman feels embarrassed going to the bathroom knowing her boyfriend is there. She tries to drown him out or ignore him but finds she can't. It could either be she's embarrassed peeing or pooping (Pooping would probably be the more embarrassing of the two) but the point she tries to avoid going when he is around and not in front of him which becomes difficult as she tries to go to the bathroom in other places but can't keep rushing out all the time either. Eventually she ends up going with him around and in front of him as the two reconcile. An anthro human dog (basically a human looking woman who still squats to pee and has human instincts including wanting and being trained to use the toilet with some dog like features like a tail and ears) is fighting with her human instincts and dog instincts. Because of this she's reluctant to pee in places her dog side would have her pee like a tree/bushes/backyard or the mats dogs use in doors or fire hydrants and wants to prove she can use the toilet as she is trained to do so already when bought by someone who becomes her owner but she ends up having to go in those various places mentioned as she eventually comes to terms with her dog side and decides to alternate between both. I would use this story for inspiration (I wouldn't make it a simulation I would make it a regular world where anthro humans, humans and regular dogs and animals live together): Alternatively a normal woman decides to make a bet with her friend that she could survive being her pet dog for a day but finds it's more difficult then she realises such as being led on a leash, eating the dog food and needing to go to the bathroom as she ends up having to pee again the trees/bushes/backyard in order to commit to it and eventually when desperate in the public setting at first tries to pee in the park but ends up not being able to do so and pees on a the fire hydrant as they eventually come to terms with the bet with her friend winning proving it isn't easy. I had done a story like this on my old accunt but again I don't think I was good. Also to go away from scenarios that aren't based on anything I'd be interested in seeing people tackle superhero stories more. I mentioned before someone like Zatanna but maybe also the CW Arrowverse (I'd like to see Caitlin perhaps as herself or Killer Frost like what happens if she has to pee in that form does it freeze?). Also maybe the MCU as well. I've seen people do stories with Natasha but maybe have some of the other MCU women like Gamora (I did a story but didn't think I was good at it and anyone can do it if they wanted too) or Nebula given she's part cyborg who needs to eat still would she go to the bathroom? There's also the TV side of things (Again I did one with Peggy Carter but that shouldn't stop someone else from doing one) like with Agent Carter as said or Agents of Shield's female characters like Daisy AKA Skye, Jemma, May etc. (I did adapt an implied scenario in Season 1 episode 4 but again anyone can do it or something else) Also in TV maybe some Friends and How I Met Your Mother scenarios. I'm thinking Monica for Friends and Robin for HIMYM. Also I am interested in seeing the desperation but uiltmately where the character ends up peeing and getting their relief not really for wetting. If you want that to be in there a little bit as part of the desperation I don't mind but again I don't want it to be the end result.
Put these before but I've added another one. Feel free to add or change as much as you want although I'd prefer if it were original made up characters and not ones based on something although I have some ideas for that separated below. All of these are female. A woman a mother is trying to potty train her daughter and is having difficulty doing so. As a last resort in trying to get her to use it she decides to demonstrate for her by using the training potty herself. Could continue to where the mother grows to like the notion of it and decides to keep peeing in her child's potty in secret. Up to you whether her husband or someone catches her or not. A woman again a mother most likely decides for the safety of her child to baby proof everything in the house. Of course this backfires when she needs to use the bathroom and can't open the child proof lock on the toilet. Up to you where to go from here and where she goes instead or if she manages to figure it out. (Someone did this for me but again feel free to make your own spin on it) A woman's toilet in her house breaks resulting in it needing to be fixed. This of course becomes a problem when she needs to use the bathroom and there's no toilet working. Again up to you to decide where she ends up going. Maybe trying to pee discreetly somewhere without the guy fixing her toilet knowing so she doesn't get caught in an embarrassing scenario. A couple a woman and a man decide to buy a new toilet to replace their old one. Ultimately the husband ends up buying a sort of high tech toilet that has gadgets like it can clean itself or talk etc again up to you how that goes but ultimately the woman doesn't end up liking it but it's now bought so there's nothing she can do and she stubbornly refuses to use it. This of course becomes an issue when she needs to go to the bathroom and tries avoiding using it as she tries to find other ways or places to pee. Ultimately would end with her being forced to use the new toilet and coming around to liking it. A woman and maybe a friend along with her being arrested be it for an innocent crime or a legitimate one. Whatever the case may be the result would be they would have to share a holding cell until their bail comes in with a few other inmates who are waiting their bail and there would be a toilet to use in the cell if they needed to use it. However one of the woman who is arrested would be pee shy and is reluctant to use the toilet in the cell which becomes a problem when she has to pee. Ultimately she would end up using the toilet much to her embarrassment just as their bail comes in. Alternatively it could be something to where a woman or pair of women is arrested and they end up being imprisoned and have to stay there for awhile until they are released on good behaviour or they end up being proven innocent and they have to get used to life in prison including overcoming reluctance to use the toilet in the cell in front of their cellmates. The first example of the holding cell would probably be easier to write since it would be one and done. A couple move into together but the woman feels embarrassed going to the bathroom knowing her boyfriend is there. She tries to drown him out or ignore him but finds she can't. It could either be she's embarrassed peeing or pooping (Pooping would probably be the more embarrassing of the two) but the point she tries to avoid going when he is around and not in front of him which becomes difficult as she tries to go to the bathroom in other places but can't keep rushing out all the time either. Eventually she ends up going with him around and in front of him as the two reconcile. An anthro human dog (basically a human looking woman who still squats to pee and has human instincts including wanting and being trained to use the toilet with some dog like features like a tail and ears) is fighting with her human instincts and dog instincts. Because of this she's reluctant to pee in places her dog side would have her pee like a tree/bushes/backyard or the mats dogs use in doors or fire hydrants and wants to prove she can use the toilet as she is trained to do so already when bought by someone who becomes her owner but she ends up having to go in those various places mentioned as she eventually comes to terms with her dog side and decides to alternate between both. I would use this story for inspiration (I wouldn't make it a simulation I would make it a regular world where anthro humans, humans and regular dogs and animals live together): Alternatively a normal woman decides to make a bet with her friend that she could survive being her pet dog for a day but finds it's more difficult then she realises such as being led on a leash, eating the dog food and needing to go to the bathroom as she ends up having to pee again the trees/bushes/backyard in order to commit to it and eventually when desperate in the public setting at first tries to pee in the park but ends up not being able to do so and pees on a the fire hydrant as they eventually come to terms with the bet with her friend winning proving it isn't easy. I had done a story like this on my old accunt but again I don't think I was good. A female android has been programmed and built to be as human as possible as it grows in personality and understanding. It also is programmed and able to urinate as it experiences learning to do so for the first time and how and where to pee. Could continue on with it also learning to defecate as it grows in it's learning. While I haven't seen it but I'm sort of aware how it goes I'd use the "hosts" in Westworld as an idea on how to create the character. Also to go away from scenarios that aren't based on anything I'd be interested in seeing people tackle superhero stories more. I mentioned before someone like Zatanna but maybe also the CW Arrowverse (I'd like to see Caitlin perhaps as herself or Killer Frost like what happens if she has to pee in that form does it freeze?). Also maybe the MCU as well. I've seen people do stories with Natasha but maybe have some of the other MCU women like Gamora (I did a story but didn't think I was good at it and anyone can do it if they wanted too) or Nebula given she's part cyborg who needs to eat still would she go to the bathroom? There's also the TV side of things (Again I did one with Peggy Carter but that shouldn't stop someone else from doing one) like with Agent Carter as said or Agents of Shield's female characters like Daisy AKA Skye, Jemma, May etc. (I did adapt an implied scenario in Season 1 episode 4 but again anyone can do it or something else) Also in TV maybe some Friends and How I Met Your Mother scenarios. I'm thinking Monica for Friends and Robin for HIMYM. Also I am interested in seeing the desperation but uiltmately where the character ends up peeing and getting their relief not really for wetting. If you want that to be in there a little bit as part of the desperation I don't mind but again I don't want it to be the end result.
Put these before but I've added another one. Feel free to add or change as much as you want although I'd prefer if it were original made up characters and not ones based on something although I have some ideas for that separated below. All of these are female. A woman a mother is trying to potty train her daughter and is having difficulty doing so. As a last resort in trying to get her to use it she decides to demonstrate for her by using the training potty herself. Could continue to where the mother grows to like the notion of it and decides to keep peeing in her child's potty in secret. Up to you whether her husband or someone catches her or not. A woman again a mother most likely decides for the safety of her child to baby proof everything in the house. Of course this backfires when she needs to use the bathroom and can't open the child proof lock on the toilet. Up to you where to go from here and where she goes instead or if she manages to figure it out. Someone did this for me but someone else again is free to do it again. A woman's toilet in her house breaks resulting in it needing to be fixed. This of course becomes a problem when she needs to use the bathroom and there's no toilet working. Again up to you to decide where she ends up going. Maybe trying to pee discreetly somewhere without the guy fixing her toilet knowing so she doesn't get caught in an embarrassing scenario. A couple a woman and a man decide to buy a new toilet to replace their old one. Ultimately the husband ends up buying a sort of high tech toilet that has gadgets like it can clean itself or talk etc again up to you how that goes but ultimately the woman doesn't end up liking it but it's now bought so there's nothing she can do and she stubbornly refuses to use it. This of course becomes an issue when she needs to go to the bathroom and tries avoiding using it as she tries to find other ways or places to pee. Ultimately would end with her being forced to use the new toilet and coming around to liking it. A woman and maybe a friend along with her being arrested be it for an innocent crime or a legitimate one. Whatever the case may be the result would be they would have to share a holding cell until their bail comes in with a few other inmates who are waiting their bail and there would be a toilet to use in the cell if they needed to use it. However one of the woman who is arrested would be pee shy and is reluctant to use the toilet in the cell which becomes a problem when she has to pee. Ultimately she would end up using the toilet much to her embarrassment just as their bail comes in. Alternatively it could be something to where a woman or pair of women is arrested and they end up being imprisoned and have to stay there for awhile until they are released on good behaviour or they end up being proven innocent and they have to get used to life in prison including overcoming reluctance to use the toilet in the cell in front of their cellmates. The first example of the holding cell would probably be easier to write since it would be one and done. A couple move into together but the woman feels embarrassed going to the bathroom knowing her boyfriend is there. She tries to drown him out or ignore him but finds she can't. It could either be she's embarrassed peeing or pooping (Pooping would probably be the more embarrassing of the two) but the point she tries to avoid going when he is around and not in front of him which becomes difficult as she tries to go to the bathroom in other places but can't keep rushing out all the time either. Eventually she ends up going with him around and in front of him as the two reconcile. An anthro human dog (basically a human looking woman who still squats to pee and has human instincts including wanting and being trained to use the toilet with some dog like features like a tail and ears) is fighting with her human instincts and dog instincts. Because of this she's reluctant to pee in places her dog side would have her pee like a tree/bushes/backyard or the mats dogs use in doors or fire hydrants and wants to prove she can use the toilet as she is trained to do so already when bought by someone who becomes her owner but she ends up having to go in those various places mentioned as she eventually comes to terms with her dog side and decides to alternate between both. I would use this story for inspiration (I wouldn't make it a simulation I would make it a regular world where anthro humans, humans and regular dogs and animals live together): Alternatively a normal woman decides to make a bet with her friend that she could survive being her pet dog for a day but finds it's more difficult then she realises such as being led on a leash, eating the dog food and needing to go to the bathroom as she ends up having to pee again the trees/bushes/backyard in order to commit to it and eventually when desperate in the public setting at first tries to pee in the park but ends up not being able to do so and pees on a the fire hydrant as they eventually come to terms with the bet with her friend winning proving it isn't easy. I had done a story like this on my old accunt but again I don't think I was good. A woman is shopping with someone and she becomes desperate to use the bathroom and the bathrooms end up being closed for whatever reason. Desperate she tries to find other ways to go to the bathroom as she eventually ends up in a bathroom store in the shopping centre and the idea of her being surrounded by display bathrooms and toilets makes her desperate more to the point she decides to pee in one of the shop's display toilets trying not to get caught by the store managers and the mall security or whatever. Up to you if she does or not finds a way out of it. Again I did this on my old account but wasn't good. A man and a woman a couple or friends or something ends up swapping bodies and have to get used to living life as each other including how to go to the bathroom as their respective gender. Again I did this on my old account but not good. Also to go away from scenarios that aren't based on anything I'd be interested in seeing people tackle superhero stories more. I mentioned before someone like Zatanna but maybe also the CW Arrowverse (I'd like to see Caitlin perhaps as herself or Killer Frost like what happens if she has to pee in that form does it freeze?). Also maybe the MCU as well. I've seen people do stories with Natasha but maybe have some of the other MCU women like Gamora (I did a story but didn't think I was good at it and anyone can do it if they wanted too) or Nebula given she's part cyborg who needs to eat still would she go to the bathroom? Someone did a story but I'd like to see more tackling of it. There's also the TV side of things (Again I did one with Peggy Carter but that shouldn't stop someone else from doing one) like with Agent Carter as said or Agents of Shield's female characters like Daisy AKA Skye, Jemma, May etc. (I did adapt an implied scenario in Season 1 episode 4 but again anyone can do it or something else) Also in TV maybe some Friends and How I Met Your Mother scenarios. I'm thinking Monica for Friends and Robin for HIMYM. Also I am interested in seeing the desperation but uiltmately where the character ends up peeing and getting their relief not really for wetting. If you want that to be in there a little bit as part of the desperation I don't mind but again I don't want it to be the end result. Edited July 12, 2018 by SAM996 (see edit history)
Put these before but often I will repost them when I feel enough time has gone by as well as pages and people are looking for new story ideas. Feel free to add or change as much as you want maybe even combine certain ideas if you want too although I'd prefer if it were original made up characters and not ones based on something although I have some ideas for that separated below. All of these are female. A woman a mother is trying to potty train her daughter and is having difficulty doing so. As a last resort in trying to get her to use it she decides to demonstrate for her by using the training potty herself. Could continue to where the mother grows to like the notion of it and decides to keep peeing in her child's potty in secret. Up to you whether her husband or someone catches her or not. A woman again a mother most likely decides for the safety of her child to baby proof everything in the house. Of course this backfires when she needs to use the bathroom and can't open the child proof lock on the toilet. Up to you where to go from here and where she goes instead or if she manages to figure it out. Someone did this for me but someone else again is free to do it again. A woman's toilet in her house breaks resulting in it needing to be fixed. This of course becomes a problem when she needs to use the bathroom and there's no toilet working. Again up to you to decide where she ends up going. Maybe trying to pee discreetly somewhere without the guy fixing her toilet knowing so she doesn't get caught in an embarrassing scenario. A couple a woman and a man decide to buy a new toilet to replace their old one. Ultimately the husband ends up buying a sort of high tech toilet that has gadgets like it can clean itself or talk etc again up to you how that goes but ultimately the woman doesn't end up liking it but it's now bought so there's nothing she can do and she stubbornly refuses to use it. This of course becomes an issue when she needs to go to the bathroom and tries avoiding using it as she tries to find other ways or places to pee. Ultimately would end with her being forced to use the new toilet and coming around to liking it. A woman and maybe a friend along with her being arrested be it for an innocent crime or a legitimate one. Whatever the case may be the result would be they would have to share a holding cell until their bail comes in with a few other inmates who are waiting their bail and there would be a toilet to use in the cell if they needed to use it. However one of the woman who is arrested would be pee shy and is reluctant to use the toilet in the cell which becomes a problem when she has to pee. Ultimately she would end up using the toilet much to her embarrassment just as their bail comes in. Alternatively it could be something to where a woman or pair of women is arrested and they end up being imprisoned and have to stay there for awhile until they are released on good behaviour or they end up being proven innocent and they have to get used to life in prison including overcoming reluctance to use the toilet in the cell in front of their cellmates. The first example of the holding cell would probably be easier to write since it would be one and done. (Note: Someone did write this recently based on my suggestion. I admittedly debated on removing it but if you feel you've got an alternate take then feel free to write it if this one interests you) A couple move into together but the woman feels embarrassed going to the bathroom knowing her boyfriend is there. She tries to drown him out or ignore him but finds she can't. She's embarrassed by peeing and maybe later pooping or maybe can't do both but the point she tries to avoid going when he is around and not in front of him which becomes difficult as she tries to go to the bathroom in other places but can't keep rushing out all the time either. Eventually she ends up going with him around and in front of him as the two reconcile. An anthro human dog (basically a human looking woman who still squats to pee and has human instincts including wanting and being trained to use the toilet with some dog like features like a tail and ears) is fighting with her human instincts and dog instincts. Because of this she's reluctant to pee in places her dog side would have her pee like a tree/bushes/backyard or the mats dogs use in doors or fire hydrants and wants to prove she can use the toilet as she is trained to do so already when bought by someone who becomes her owner but she ends up having to go in those various places mentioned as she eventually comes to terms with her dog side and decides to alternate between both. I would use this story for inspiration (I wouldn't make it a simulation I would make it a regular world where anthro humans, humans and regular dogs and animals live together): Alternatively a normal woman decides to make a bet with her friend that she could survive being her pet dog for a day but finds it's more difficult then she realises such as being led on a leash, eating the dog food and needing to go to the bathroom as she ends up having to pee again the trees/bushes/backyard in order to commit to it and eventually when desperate in the public setting at first tries to pee in the park but ends up not being able to do so and pees on a the fire hydrant as they eventually come to terms with the bet with her friend winning proving it isn't easy. I had done a story like this on my old accunt but again I don't think I was good. A woman is shopping with someone and she becomes desperate to use the bathroom and the bathrooms end up being closed for whatever reason. Desperate she tries to find other ways to go to the bathroom as she eventually ends up in a bathroom store in the shopping centre and the idea of her being surrounded by display bathrooms and toilets makes her desperate more to the point she decides to pee in one of the shop's display toilets trying not to get caught by the store managers and the mall security or whatever. Up to you if she does or not finds a way out of it. Again I did this on my old account but wasn't good. A man and a woman a couple or friends or something ends up swapping bodies and have to get used to living life as each other including how to go to the bathroom as their respective gender. Again I did this on my old account but not good. Also to go away from scenarios that aren't based on anything I'd be interested in seeing people tackle superhero stories more. I mentioned before someone like Zatanna but maybe also the CW Arrowverse (I'd like to see Caitlin perhaps as herself or Killer Frost like what happens if she has to pee in that form does it freeze?). Also maybe the MCU as well. I've seen people do stories with Natasha but maybe have some of the other MCU women like Gamora (I did a story but didn't think I was good at it and anyone can do it if they wanted too) or Nebula given she's part cyborg who needs to eat still would she go to the bathroom? Someone did a story but I'd like to see more tackling of it. Another scenario would be Hope Van Dyne the Wasp gets shrunk and has to try and find a way to return to normal size especially when she needs to pee. Again I'd prefer it if she didn't entirely wet and up to you if she gets back to normal before she goes or finds another way while shrunk. There's also the TV side of things (Again I did one with Peggy Carter but that shouldn't stop someone else from doing one) like with Agent Carter as said or Agents of Shield's female characters like Daisy AKA Skye, Jemma, May etc. (I did adapt an implied scenario in Season 1 episode 4 but again anyone can do it or something else) Also in TV maybe some Friends and How I Met Your Mother scenarios. I'm thinking Monica for Friends and Robin for HIMYM. Also I am interested in seeing the desperation but uiltmately where the character ends up peeing and getting their relief not really for wetting. If you want that to be in there a little bit as part of the desperation I don't mind but again I don't want it to be the end result.
Put these before but often I will repost them when I feel enough time has gone by as well as pages and people are looking for new story ideas and if I have something to add which I do. Feel free to add or change as much as you want maybe even combine certain ideas if you want too although I'd prefer if it were original made up characters and not ones based on something although I have some ideas for that separated below. All of these are female. A woman a mother is trying to potty train her daughter and is having difficulty doing so. As a last resort in trying to get her to use it she decides to demonstrate for her by using the training potty herself. Could continue to where the mother grows to like the notion of it and decides to keep peeing in her child's potty in secret. Up to you whether her husband or someone catches her or not. A woman again a mother most likely decides for the safety of her child to baby proof everything in the house. Of course this backfires when she needs to use the bathroom and can't open the child proof lock on the toilet. Up to you where to go from here and where she goes instead or if she manages to figure it out. Someone did this for me but someone else again is free to do it again. A woman's toilet in her house breaks resulting in it needing to be fixed. This of course becomes a problem when she needs to use the bathroom and there's no toilet working. Again up to you to decide where she ends up going. Maybe trying to pee discreetly somewhere without the guy fixing her toilet knowing so she doesn't get caught in an embarrassing scenario. A couple a woman and a man decide to buy a new toilet to replace their old one. Ultimately the husband ends up buying a sort of high tech toilet that has gadgets like it can clean itself or talk etc again up to you how that goes but ultimately the woman doesn't end up liking it but it's now bought so there's nothing she can do and she stubbornly refuses to use it. This of course becomes an issue when she needs to go to the bathroom and tries avoiding using it as she tries to find other ways or places to pee. Ultimately would end with her being forced to use the new toilet and coming around to liking it. A woman and maybe a friend along with her being arrested be it for an innocent crime or a legitimate one. Whatever the case may be the result would be they would have to share a holding cell until their bail comes in with a few other inmates who are waiting their bail and there would be a toilet to use in the cell if they needed to use it. However one of the woman who is arrested would be pee shy and is reluctant to use the toilet in the cell which becomes a problem when she has to pee. Ultimately she would end up using the toilet much to her embarrassment just as their bail comes in. Alternatively it could be something to where a woman or pair of women is arrested and they end up being imprisoned and have to stay there for awhile until they are released on good behaviour or they end up being proven innocent and they have to get used to life in prison including overcoming reluctance to use the toilet in the cell in front of their cellmates. The first example of the holding cell would probably be easier to write since it would be one and done. (Note: Someone did write this recently based on my suggestion. I admittedly debated on removing it but if you feel you've got an alternate take then feel free to write it if this one interests you) A couple move into together but the woman feels embarrassed going to the bathroom knowing her boyfriend is there. She tries to drown him out or ignore him but finds she can't. She's embarrassed by peeing and maybe later pooping or maybe can't do both but the point she tries to avoid going when he is around and not in front of him which becomes difficult as she tries to go to the bathroom in other places but can't keep rushing out all the time either. Eventually she ends up going with him around and in front of him as the two reconcile. An anthro human dog (basically a human looking woman who still squats to pee and has human instincts including wanting and being trained to use the toilet with some dog like features like a tail and ears) is fighting with her human instincts and dog instincts. Because of this she's reluctant to pee in places her dog side would have her pee like a tree/bushes/backyard or the mats dogs use in doors or fire hydrants and wants to prove she can use the toilet as she is trained to do so already when bought by someone who becomes her owner but she ends up having to go in those various places mentioned as she eventually comes to terms with her dog side and decides to alternate between both. I would use this story for inspiration (I wouldn't make it a simulation I would make it a regular world where anthro humans, humans and regular dogs and animals live together): Alternatively a normal woman decides to make a bet with her friend that she could survive being her pet dog for a day but finds it's more difficult then she realises such as being led on a leash, eating the dog food and needing to go to the bathroom as she ends up having to pee again the trees/bushes/backyard in order to commit to it and eventually when desperate in the public setting at first tries to pee in the park but ends up not being able to do so and pees on a the fire hydrant as they eventually come to terms with the bet with her friend winning proving it isn't easy. I had done a story like this on my old accunt but again I don't think I was good. Another alternative to those two would be a woman has to take her dog outside to pee and as she waits for her dog to go the situation needs to make her pee herself as she squats to pee outside whether it's in her backyard or in the park is up to you where as she is spotted by someone much to her embarrassment. A woman is shopping with someone and she becomes desperate to use the bathroom and the bathrooms end up being closed for whatever reason. Desperate she tries to find other ways to go to the bathroom as she eventually ends up in a bathroom store in the shopping centre and the idea of her being surrounded by display bathrooms and toilets makes her desperate more to the point she decides to pee in one of the shop's display toilets trying not to get caught by the store managers and the mall security or whatever. Up to you if she does or not finds a way out of it. Again I did this on my old account but wasn't good. A man and a woman a couple or friends or something ends up swapping bodies and have to get used to living life as each other including how to go to the bathroom as their respective gender. Again I did this on my old account but not good. Also to go away from scenarios that aren't based on anything I'd be interested in seeing people tackle superhero stories more. I mentioned before someone like Zatanna but maybe also the CW Arrowverse (I'd like to see Caitlin perhaps as herself or Killer Frost like what happens if she has to pee in that form does it freeze?). Also maybe to add to the DCEU based on Aquaman maybe have Mera need to pee while staying on the surface with Arthur as she tries to go back to the ocean to do so but he then tells her to use the toilet instead which she is initially apprehensive about doing but eventually does so. Also maybe the MCU as well. I've seen people do stories with Natasha but maybe have some of the other MCU women like Gamora (I did a story but didn't think I was good at it and anyone can do it if they wanted too) or Nebula given she's part cyborg who needs to eat still would she go to the bathroom? Someone did a story but I'd like to see more tackling of it. Another scenario would be Hope Van Dyne the Wasp gets shrunk and has to try and find a way to return to normal size especially when she needs to pee. Again I'd prefer it if she didn't entirely wet and up to you if she gets back to normal before she goes or finds another way while shrunk. There's also the TV side of things (Again I did one with Peggy Carter but that shouldn't stop someone else from doing one) like with Agent Carter as said or Agents of Shield's female characters like Daisy AKA Skye, Jemma, May etc. (I did adapt an implied scenario in Season 1 episode 4 but again anyone can do it or something else) Also in TV maybe some Friends and How I Met Your Mother scenarios. I'm thinking Monica for Friends and Robin for HIMYM. Also I am interested in seeing the desperation but uiltmately where the character ends up peeing and getting their relief with no wetting. If you want that to be in there a little bit as part of the desperation I don't mind but again I don't want it to be the end result. Edited December 30, 2018 by SAM996 (see edit history)
I have a ton of story ideas I've been meaning to actually write, but just haven't gotten around to. I may still write these (I have quite a lot planned out for them), but here are some ideas if anyone wants to take them on: 1. Grandma's House: A girl dreads staying at her grandma's house every summer with the rest of her cousins. She's finally 18 and an adult, but her grandma always treats her (and everyone else) like she's a little kid. She helps out, acts responsibly, etc. only for Grandma to check her panties to make sure she didn't have an accident. She still gets suggested to wear diapers to bed and her grandma always praises her for waking up dry. The girl sees that acting like an adult won't make her grandmother treat her like one. She almost thinks her grandma wants her to wet her pants and the bed so she can take care of her. This leads to her toying with the idea of wetting herself or not getting out of bed when she has to pee. Eventually, she decides to be naughty: If her grandma is going to check her pants anyway, she might as well give her something to find. Her grandma is all too happy to put her back in diapers. Despite being a little embarrassed at being 18 and back in diapers (with all her relatives around to see), she finds she enjoys it. 2. Lost Luggage: For winter break, a college-age girl heads to a ski resort where her aunt and uncle have a cabin. They're rich and it's the first time they've used it in years, but she used to love skiing and jumps at the chance to go. It's just her and her aunt and uncle. When her flight lands, she learns they've lost her luggage. She's upset but heads to the cabin. It's nice, but dated and only has one toilet: an outhouse. She needs clothes and ski gear, but her aunt is much taller than her. But they do have old clothes from their daughter there, and she fits into it despite it all being for a girl much younger than her. Their daughter struggled with bed wetting and wetting her ski outfit at the time, so they don't have any panties for her to wear - only diapers. The girl is reluctant to wear diapers but gives in because layers are important while skiing. Long days on the slopes lead to accidents, and not wanting to go out in the cold to the outhouse leads to wet beds for her. She quickly grows comfortable using them, even sexually enjoying using them. Her aunt often checks her diapers and helps her get changed. Her small stature and the childish clothing/ski gear cause others at the ski resort to think she's much younger than she is - and she's too embarrassed to correct them when she's wearing wet diapers. 3. Visiting Relatives: A girl travels with her boyfriend to meet his family. They are fairly strict and her boyfriend won't ask his parents to let his girlfriend share his bed. They ask her to share a bed with her boyfriend's sister who is a bed wetter. They apologize for that, but she assures them she doesn't mind and she used to wet her bed a long time ago. However, they become uneasy at this and insist she wears a Goodnite to bed just in case (boyfriend again won't stick up for her). During the night, she tries to find the bathroom to pee only to be caught by the boyfriend's mom. She thinks the girl was sneaking into her son's room. The mom locks her back in the bedroom and does so for every night of their stay, leading to her wetting her Goodnite every night. She's not allowed to change the wet diaper in the mornings until after breakfast. Maybe include some daytime wearing, too. 4. Halloween: While technically adults, two high school seniors feel like they're not as ready to be adults as the rest of their classmates. They don't want to go to parties and get drunk; they miss trick or treating on Halloween but feel too old. One friend has the idea of dressing up as babies for Halloween. Nobody will be able to tell how old they are since they'll look so young. She wants to really commit to it so she buys them diapers for their costumes. The other girl agrees but thinks diapers are a little much. Over the course of trick or treating, the one girl pees in her diaper a few times pretending she was scared or had accidents. When they get home to count their candy, she can't stop playing with her wet diaper. She eventually says she has to poop but says she'll do that in the potty, but the other girl sees her messing her diaper in another room. She's very confused as to why her friend wet and messed her diaper instead of just using the toilet. When the girl is caught with a dirty diaper by her mother, what happens? 5. Bratty Girlfriend: A girl always gets herself in wetting situations and blames her boyfriend. Maybe he was in the bathroom, or he insisted they go to the store, or she knew she'd wake him up if she got out of bed. He eventually gets fed up with her wetting herself all the time, so he puts her in diapers. She blames him for this too, unable to accept her behavior got her there. This leads to her insinuating that he must have a thing for diapers, cause that's the only reason she would be in them - it's not like she needs them. She then tries to prove it by being sexy and getting him to fuck her with her diaper on. Afterward, she'd say stuff like, "Yeah, you totally like this. You didn't even let me take the diaper off." 6. A mom casually wets her bathing suit once, prompting her daughter to wet her panties when she's desperate. Her mom gets angry, saying there's a big difference. She says that bathing suits are meant to be wet and everyone pees in the pool or at the beach. But panties are supposed to stay dry. The girl has a small bladder and is frequently desperate, so she finds a loophole and begins wearing bathing suits/bikinis under her dresses and skirts so she can wet herself whenever it's convenient or she becomes too desperate. Hopefully someone will like an idea or two and will write something. I'd love to see someone take these on. Or, if you really like an idea, let me know and maybe I can find some time to write it.
I started an omorashi fanfic... Yoo hoo! Anyway, don't expect too much, I'm a bit new to this omorashi stuff, and it's the very first fanfic I write in English. Well, tell me your thoughts on it :) A bladdery battle of wits: Mizuhime VS the omo–boys Chapter 1: The first encounter Part 1: The beginning of a long battle. Mizuhime was a 14-year-old student. She had a brilliant mind, and always got good marks at her tests. All in all, she was the perfect student, and was very clever. One day, Mizuhime woke up early to study for a test. She didn’t bother having breakfast or even going to the bathroom. She started studying at 5:30 and finished at 7:45, 15 minutes before her classes were going to start. She didn’t think about her bladder at all. She arrived to the school at 8:00 and searched for a good seat. The test was going to start, and although she had studied a lot, she was feeling nervous. It wasn’t because of the test, but because she had to pee. She was moving her right leg a suspicious way without noticing. “I have to remain calm” -she thought –“or else I’m lost!”. Her teacher handed the test over. It was three pages long! “Alright, this is no big deal,” –she thought –“but I have to give a good impression. I can’t go shaking like crazy while answering a test… right?”. She stopped moving, closed her urethra as hard as she could, and grabbed her pen. Then, with her well-earned fame, she started answering the questions like crazy, and despite she had to pee, she knew she was doing it right. She hadn’t been studying for over two hours just to fail because of something so trivial. Just when she finished the first page, she realized her legs were shaking once again. “Damn it! I can’t focus on my bladder now. I have to do this. The bathroom can freakin’ wait!”. But she knew that if she stopped shaking, things could get worse, so she decided she wouldn’t stop. She carried on answering, with her legs pushing each other and shaking. She wasn’t desperate yet, but it would certainly be a good moment to go to the bathroom. The test lasted a torturous hour, and when she gave it to the teacher, she felt somewhat relieved, because the time she was going to be able to go to the bathroom was approaching. “But what will people think if I ask for the bathroom right now? Nothing good, that’s for sure. I’ll wait like five minutes, and then ask the teacher.” Hanazen-san was the teacher in charge of the classroom the first two hours. She was deeply respected by her pupils, and Mizuhime saw her as a friend more than anything else. It was a sure thing that she would have let her go to the toilet even before the test had started. Mizuhime hadn’t asked, though. Omoshiro-kun was another student at Mizuhime’s class, and secretly the leader of a peculiar group: the omo-boys. Ever since the test had started, he had been staring at Mizuhime a very suspicious way. -Have you realized? –said Omoshiro-kun. -Realized what? -said his friend Bakahi -Are you new or what? Look at that girl. -Who, Mizuhime? –Said another of his friends, Maki. –What about her? -Are you two blind? Look… she’s our next target. -Oh! It’s been so long! –said Bakahi. -You’re slowing me down. Look how it’s done. He then stood up and said: -Hanazen-san, can I go to the bathroom? The teacher stared at him. -OK, but be right back. –she said after a long silence. “This is not good!” –Mizuhime thought –“She only lets one of us go to the bathroom at a time! Well, now is not the time. I’ll wait for Omoshiro to come and then I’ll ask. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold it, so let’s walk on safe ground”. She pushed her legs to each other and pushed her left hand to her vagina. “This must work for now”. Hanazen-san kept on explaining the lesson, but Mizuhime couldn’t listen to her. She patiently waited for Omoshiro to enter the classroom. She was desperate now, and her left hand, her legs and her continuous shaking were revealing it. “Fuck it! Why am I being slowed down by this? I… must… hold… it…”. She stared at the door hopelessly. At that moment, Omoshiro was entering the classroom with a smile on his face. Mizuhime couldn’t wait any more time and suddenly stood up. -Could I please… go to the bathroom? –she simply said. -Sure, why not? –answered Hanazen-san –but be right back -Yeah, of course! She left the classroom walking slowly, but, at the corridor, where nobody could see her, she started running towards the toilet. She tried opening the door, but she couldn’t. She hit the door twice but nobody answered. One thing was clear: the girls’ bathroom was locked. She looked at the boys’ bathroom for a moment. The door was open, and it was like saying “enter through me!”. However, she was too dignified to do such a thing, and headed back to the classroom to tell the teacher what had happened. She entered the classroom with her body shaking uncontrollably and stated: -¡The girls’ bathroom door is shut tight! The students started murmuring and soon the classroom was noisy. Mizuhime had her two legs pushing violently against each other, and her face was giving clues to the students of what was happening to her: her face was red and her eyes were closed strongly. -Was it you, Omoshiro? – Maki asked. -Of course it was me! What are you, dumb? Anyway, where is Bakahi? -He left without the teacher noticing, to set a trap on Mizuhime’s home. -That idiot…! That’s too risky! -Well, he did it. What now? Omoshiro didn’t answer. Instead, he opened his schoolbag and took a videocamera out of it. -Now –he replied finally –is when the fun really begins. TO BE CONTINUED
Honestly, I didn't know where to start, that's why you might see a cliche there. Well, anyway: A bladdery battle of wits: Mizuhime VS the omo–boys Chapter 1: The first encounter Part 2: The conversation and a two-hour long madness -Is that so? -the teacher replied -I guess you'll have to wait. -Oh... I see. -Mizuhime was feeling terrible, she felt like the pee could come out any second, but she wan't going to give up so early. She sat down on her seat, which gave her a moment of relief, but then her bladder started to call again. She nervously took her pencil and started taking note of what Hanazen-san was saying. When she thought it couldn't get worse, she was copying on her Biology notebook: "The urine is composed from the following elements: water, sodium chloride, urea..." "Don't give me a fuck!", she thought. The more she copied, the more irritated she became, and the more she needed to pee. "Once the bladder is 1/2 full, the urine can be excreted by means of a voluntary process called urination" "Oh yeah?", she thought, "Voluntary? Sell me that". Her bladder started to feel painful. -The urine is created at the kidneys from waste, -Hanazen-san was saying -then transported from there through the ureters to the bladder, and... Well, let's leave it at that. The classroom was silent. It wasn't the end of the biology class yet. There still were ten minutes to go before it finished, and Hanazen-san NEVER ended a class before the hour o'clock. -Can I speak to you in the corridor, in private, Mizuhime-chan? The whole classrom was staring at her, and she couldn't help but to go red again. -Sure. So they went out of the classroom. When nobody could see her, Mizuhime put both hands pushing strongly against her urethra. The teacher didn't seem to care, though. She clearly understood what was going on, so lying to her would do no good. Hanazen-san spoke first: -You see, about that lock... There is but one thing that comes to my mind. You may be a target for them. -The... the omo-boys? -Mizuhime replied slowly, because she had to focus on controlling her bladder. -Yes, it seems so. Do you know about them? -They once picked on me. But I was able to pee in a bathroom in the end. -Mizuhime's sentence ended in a sob, proof of how desperate she was. -I see. The leader of the omo-boys is a mistery. Rumour has it that he owns a videocamera with more than fifteen videos of girls... well, you know... that... because of him. -Being desperate like little girls? -No. Videos of girls peeing themselves. They say they are being spread through the Internet. -Fuck it! -He wears a black mask and quickly flees when he gets his new video. I run a secret investigation to uncover him. And when the time comes, he will finally get his punishment. -I hope you find that sucker. -Mizuhime added. She was shaking desperately. She pushed her vagina and looked around. Then she continued. -I thought of using the boys' bathroom when nobody's looking, you see. -That would have been a fatal mistake. He has put a hidden camera there. I know that as a matter of fact, but I was never able to ubicate it. -But I REALLY need to pee... I can't hold it! -Sorry, but I can't do anything more for you. When the classes end, two hours from now, you should rush home as fast as you can. If you slow down, they'll probably sneak into your home and lock the bathroom there. Don't ask me how, but be sure that they can do so. I have to go to another classroom now. -Wait, Hanazen-sensei. Anything can happen, so, if I ever feel like I'm going to fail... Omoshiro was laughing in the loud classroom. -Do you see it now? That girl is helpless. But I really thought she would fall for the boys' bathroom trap! -Isn't it better a video of a girl peeing herself than a video of a girl entering the boys' bathroom to pee? -Maki asked. -Yeah, I know, but if I lock the boys' bathroom too, I could get desperate myself. I don't like taking risks. I know there is a teacher after me, but I don't know who. Still, I will never get too confident to fall for any of his or her traps, I assure you. Mizuhime entered the classroom then, red-faced and shaking. She sat down, and soon a teacher entered. -Mizuhime, are you OK? -Misaki-chan, her best friend, asked. -Yeah, no big deal -she answered. -Is it true that you... well, that you are doing that because you "have to go"? It seemed like everyone had noticed. Her situation couldn't get worse. She sniffed, sobbed, and then replied: -Yeah... yeah, it's true. -I... I need to go too -she whispered. Mizuhime didn't know if it was true, or if she had said that only because she felt sorry for Mizuhime. Either case, she was a true friend. -I hope we find our way to a bathroom -she continued. -Yeah. -Mizuhime couldn't really form full sentences. -Hey, you two! -the teacher said -Could you please pay attention? You, Mizuhime. Stand up and tell the classroom what I was talking about. And the others, don't help her! -Well, um... -she started. She was focusing on her bladder too much that she couldn't form a sentence, and she was moving in a strange way. She had two options: to tell the truth in front of their classmates, or to encourage herself to answer the teacher's question. She obviously chose the less embarrasing option. -You were talking about a kind of chemicals called "Oxysalts". They are... molecules... formed from a metal, a non-metal element... and... oxygen. The teacher was admired. -Well, yes, I was talking about that, although I still hadn't said what they were formed of. "Because you are too damn slow!", she thought. -You did it! -Misaki-chan said. -But... -Mizuhime replied and looked at her watch. They still had to go through one hour and a half of quiet desperation! TO BE CONTINUED
The thing is, they would of course get expelled, but nobody knows that Omoshiro is in fact the leader of the omo-boys (that's the whole point of Hanazen's secret investigation, really. WARNING: This part was written by a guy with an empty bladder. It may not be as awesome as the other two. A bladdery battle of wits: Mizuhime VS the omo–boys Chapter 1: The first encounter Part 3: Before the bell rang "Damn, I can't do it", she kept telling herself, "if I only could find the key to the bathroom... wait, that omo-leader must be keeping it. This is no good, I can't even think!". She needed to go badly, and started moving around using all the space the chair and table let her. Her legs were trembling, even while moving around, and her body was moving forward and backward violently. All the classroom were staring at her, not paying attention to the teacher. As he saw the situation, he stared at Mizuhime and recalled when she was distracted. "What can be bothering her", he wondered, "menstruation, maybe? No, that's not it. But then, what can it be?" Suddenly the door opened, and Hanazen-san entered the classroom and quickly got near Yamashita-san, the Chemics teacher. She started whispering at his ear, and he listened to everything she said with surprise written in his face. Then he replied "alright", and Hanazen-san left. Mizuhime wasn't really listening to what was going on, because she was squirming so bad, and couldn't stand sitting. If she only could stand up... Yamashita-san picked up a chalk and started writing on the blackboard some words that, by that time, only Mizuhime and Omoshiro could understand. When he had finished, he said: -Alright, so this is what we'll do. You'll come to the blackboard in descendent order of your marks on your last test. If you solve the exercises correctly, -he looked at Mizuhime out of the corner of his eye -youcan go home. If you don't, which is the most likely scenario since I haven't explained it to you yet, you'll stay. Ok, so the one who got best marks last time is... Aimo Mizuhime. Come over here, please. -What? -she asked. She had heard what the teacher had said, but her brain couldn't operate with it as it was busy holding her urine. -Come on, Mizuhime! If you do that, you can go home! -Misaki-chan told her -Really? -she suddenly stood up, which made her feel somewhat relieved, and walked fast to the blackboard. -There, you can start -the teacher said. Everybody was glaring at her while she was writting the first formule with her right hand and holding her crotch with her left hand. "HMnO4, that was easy. Now to the other one... DAMN IT!". She had focused too much on the formule, and a little spurt of pee went down. Fortunately, it was so small that nobody could see it, probably merely a drop or two. But she felt her panties were a bit wet. She left the chalk, put both her hands pressing her crotch violently and thought of all the valences she needed to combine with oxygen, and held them to memory. Then, she grabbed the chalk and quickly wrote down every formule. Without bothering if it was right or not, she started to put everything into her schoolbag. -It's ok, you can go home -Yamashita-san said. -Wait -Omoshiro popped out of nowhere -Is that an H or a N? It's hard to tell. -Well, it would be weird to put Nitrogen instead of Hydrogen, keeping in mind that she had put Hydrogen in all the other ones. I do believe that is an H. -The teacher stared at him like he was saying "if you open your mouth, you'll be punished for being a suspect in the omo-boys case". -Now come here, you know you're the next. Mizuhime rushed out of the school with her schoolbag at her back, running like there was no tomorrow, with her hands near her crotch, maybe touching it. Ten minutes, at most, and she should be home. She came across Bakahi on the way, but she didn't realized his presence. The boy laughed and walked in the direction she was heading. He knew, since he had just come from there. He was going to inform the leader of the situation via cell phone when she was inside. Mizuhime entered the house using her key, quite accurately for someone so desperate, and said: -Is somebody home? -She didn't get a reply, so she pee danced while running to the bathroom. She couldn't open it. She became more desperate, because she was so near a bathroom. She hit the door quite many times until she realized it was locked tight. -Is the bathroom occupied? -She didn't get an answer again. "Hanazen-san said", she thought, "they could really lock the bathroom in my home. Are they really that fast?" She tapped the floor repeatedly with her feet and moaned. "I can't give up, there must be something... I wonder if I'm being watched right now". She got off her home and rushed for the departement store. There were plenty of bathrooms there, and they didn't have the time to lock them all. She felt like she had won a battle of wits. But it had just started. Omoshiro had just left the school and was hading there as well. He got a phone call that she was heading in that direction, and he knew the departement store was further from her home than from the school. He got in and started his business. His locking technique was so fast and elegant that nobody saw what he was doing. While doing so, he found a dead-end corridor where the lights were off. He searched for a bathroom there, but didn't find it. He was also locking the boys', but left one undone, urinated there, and then locked it. There was one problem: one bathroom was occupied. Finally, desperate Mizuhime entered the departement store and looked around her, but didn't see any. By that time, the bell had definitely rung, and she could see it as Misaki-chan was there. -They locked the bathrom in my home -Misaki said, hopelessly -Ah! I need to go... A woman then went out of the occupied bathroom in front of Omoshiro's black mask. He couldn't do anything now. The girls looked at each other's desperation, and Misaki-chan unnecesarily explained the situation: -There's the two of us... But only one free bathroom! Both girls had their hands holding their crotch strongly, their body squirming frantically and a expression of pain and hopelessness in their faces. -We must choose, and fast! -Mizuhime cried. -Aaaaargh... No! -You go first! -Mizuhime shouted suddenly. -You... sure? -Misaki-chan's body was bent and she was sweating. -Just do it. I'll find a dark place and, uh, wait for you to end. -OK! -Misaki-chan entered the bathroom and, with all people's eyes staring at her, some surprised, and some amused, she ran off and found the dead-end dark corridor, and started pee-dancing and moaning as nobody could see her. She was at the limit of her forces, and a little spurt of urine found its way to the panties, which made the situation even worse. She bent her body more and more, and pee-dance more and more. "I will make it... I think she should have finished by now..." -She prepared to make a frenzy rush, but then the lights were turned on, and a boy wearing a black mask made her gasp. She pee-danced a bit more, and when she was going to run towards the guy, it happened. The movement of her legs ceased, and the pee started to find its way out. She tried to stop it, but it had already started and could only go faster. The boy was recording every of her movements. She made a little puddle on the floor and then fell down on her knees and sat over her legs, waiting for her bladder to be empty. When it finished, there was a big puddle on the floor, and she was sweating and blushing. Everything went as predicted for Omoshiro-kun. But wait, there was one thing that wasn't right. He had seen plenty of girls wetting themselves, and there was something different, unusual, unlikely, something that was starting to get on his nerves. She was smiling. -Why...? -he said, too shocked to speak more than that. After an uncomfortable silence, he started shouting like crazy -WHY ARE YOU FUCKING SMILING? Come on, you have wet yourself! That's embarrasing! That's lame for you! Comeon, cry all as you want! CRY! DAMN YOU! THIS VIDEO... IT WILL BE ON THE INTERNET SOON! She slowly stood up and laughed. It was a creepy laugh, that definitely meant "I won". -Now, she laughs! Can I know what is up to you? -Look behind you, silly-boy. As he was turning back, his fear wasn't but increasing. Hanazen-san was there, and when he saw her, she grabbed him, making him unable to move, and took of his mask. -No way! -Mizuhime said -Omoshiro? Is it you? -Wow, this is unexpected. You are the leader of the omo-boys. I have finally found you. -I'm not. -What? -After this, you won't have any evidence -He broke the camera's memory card into two. -Who cares about that? I had to find the omo-leader and bring him to... YOUR new school. -Hah, beats me. I'll just do the same there. I'm a quite clever boy, remember? -Oh, didn't I mention it's an only-boys school? -WHAT? No! You wouldn't do that to me, would you? PLEASE! -It's over, Omoshiro. You are being judged -Mizuhime broke the dialogue -You're finished. This was our B-plan, in case I didn't find my way to a bathroom, I asked Hanazen-san to follow me just as you did. So, it was win or win. -Let's call it a draw, shall we? At least I could see a cute girl like you wetting herself. Mizuhime was shocked by what Omoshiro had just said, and wondered what it could mean. Mizuhime changed clothes right there, after turning the lights off, with some dry clothes Hanazen had brought for her, as a part of her brilliant plan. With everything finally over, and the wet clothes inside a school bag she didn't leave at home purposefully, she headed back home. It was the end of the battle, but the war had just begun. CHAPTER CLOSED
OK, since my first story was mostly successful, I figured I would post this one, its not as long or detailed as my last one, but its not too bad. And, of course, in this one, the girl is more age-appropriate.This picture is my base picture here. (Sorry to any new people who won't be able to see it) Also, I had no idea if that character was an original or not, so I made up the name and everything...sorry if this is incorrect. Julia is an average 16-year-old girl with a somewhat below average-sized bladder. She also has one older brother, who can really bother her at times, but usually doesn't give her much real trouble. Halfway through the day, Julia was sitting in class, bored and barely paying attention, when a sudden sensation hit her, she had to pee really badly! She crossed her legs as she looked at the clock, still half and hour before the end of class, but this teacher never let anyone use the bathroom during class. She just kept her legs crossed and tried to distract herself while the rest of the class passed by. Finally, the bell rang and Julia was feeling the pain from her bladder, she hadn't gone since before school. She ran to her locker and put her books away, then ran to the bathroom, trying to hold it in. However, when she got there, she saw a horrible sight, the stalls were full and there was a long line in front of her, two of the five stalls were broken. Julia did not have much time before her next class, but she needed to go, so she was going to wait. It grew even harder for Julia to hold it in as she noticed a bad noise, dripping water! Apparently, one of the sinks was busted and just kept dripping. It was even worse as she listened to the sound of splashing water from the girls in the stalls ahead of her. Then, she was also forced to see the running water from the sinks as the girls washed their hands. Julia bent over and pressed her legs together to try and keep it in. It was just about to Julia's turn when she heard a terrible sound, the bell rang for then next class. She ran to her locker and grabbed her books then ran into the classroom. As the teacher lectured her for being late, she asked if she could go to the bathroom, but was refused, being told she should have gone between classes. The teacher would not listen as Julia tried to explain the situation. Julia was forced to sit through class with her legs pressed tightly together as she tried to hold it in through notes. To make matters worse, Julia was sitting next to a boy who was sloshing around a bottle of water, really wrenching at Julia's filled bladder. After notes, Julia walked up to the teacher to ask to go to the bathroom, but she was refused, the teacher saying something about it being punishment for her being late for class. Julia was forced to return to her desk, sitting with her legs crossed and one hand pressing into her lap, trying to suppress the urge to go. She could barely even focus on her school work anymore. The bell rang just about the time that Julia thought she could not hold it any longer, she again ran to her locker and dropped off her books, then ran desperately to the bathroom. She then stopped, feeling as if she was about to wet herself as she looked on. The door was closed, it was locked for maintenance, apparently they were trying to fix the broken toilets. Julia bent over and pressed both of her hands between her legs, she wouldn't make it to the other bathroom before class started, but she didn't think she could make it through the last class and the trip home. Still, she went to the next class and sat in her seat, her legs crossed and one hand pressing down on her lap, trying to hold it so that she could make it to the end of school and home to use the bathroom. She tried to distract herself with notes, but the notes where about land features such as rivers and waterfalls, invoking some very annoying images in Julia's mind, wrenching at her now-overfilled bladder. The teacher also had a small waterfall on one of her shelves, the sound of the water trickling made it even harder for Julia to control her bladder. By the middle of class, Julia could not focus on her school work, she was rocking back and forth in her seat, her hands pressed tightly in her crotch and her legs pressing together, trying to keep it under control. The whole class seemed to be looking at her, which made her very embarrassed, but she could not stop rocking around. The teacher took notice of the distraction and turned to Julia, asking "Is there something wrong?" "Oh, no! Nothing, nothing!" Julia frantically shouted, unable to admit that she needed to use the bathroom in front of the whole class. Finally, the last bell rang and Julia ran out of the classroom, grabbing her book bag and looking towards the bathroom, still closed. She ran down the stairs and down the hallway to the other bathroom, but there was already a line spilling out all the way into the hallway. Julia didn't have enough time before the bus left. She ran and caught the bus and sat down, again, rocking back and forth in her seat with her hands pressed between her crossed legs. All that running just made her need to pee even worse. She sat impatiently as she waited for the kids to get onto the bus so they could leave. The bus ride home was shear torture, every bump made it feel as if she was about to lose control. When her stop came, Julia quickly got out of her seat and ran, until she was stopped by the line in front of her, it felt like hours before Julia was able to actually get off the bus and to the sidewalk, though it was really about 2 minutes. She then took off running the two blocks towards her house. It seemed that most of her neighbors saw this as a great time to water their lawns, as she looked over to see running water from hoses and sprinklers along the way. "I'm not gonna make it, I'm not gonna make it!" Julia shouted to herself as she bent over, placing both hands in between her legs. Julia looked up, her eyes watering from all the stored up urine, her house was in sight, but she wasn't sure she could hold on long enough. She could swear she actually heard all the pee sloshing around as she ran. Julia got to the front door and found the door locked, it seemed her brother had gone in the back, she frantically dug in her pocket for her key and unlocked the door. She then ran inside and started to take off her shoes, one of her mom's annoying rules, she felt as if her bladder would explode as she bent over to remove her shoes. Julia then dropped her book bag, then thrusting her hands between her legs as she ran upstairs to the bathroom. Each step of her way up brought a shot of pain from her bladder. She made it all the way to the bathroom, only to find the door closed and locked. Julia desperately knocked on the door, and got a response from her older brother. She yelled at her brother to hurry up. She then leaned against the door, coaching to herself "Hold it, hold it, hold it! Oh, come on, hurry up!" Finally she heard the toilet flush and stood up straight, turning around to see the door open, only to see her brother washing his hands, all the running water made Julia cringe in pain. At last, he walked out and Julia frantically ran in, closing and locking the door behind her. She slowly walked across the room to the toilet, afraid that too sudden of a step would cause her to lose control. She turned around, reaching under her dress to pull down her panties, then, she was stopped by and acute pain from her bladder, followed by and unfamiliar feeling between her legs. Julia had begun to wet herself! She tried to stop it by placing her hands between her legs, but there was no stopping it! She couldn't do anything but stand there and whimper as the pee wore through her underwear and ran down her legs onto the floor. Julia could not believe this, she had made it all this way, just to lose control over the toilet! She sat down on the toilet for a few minutes before running to her room, trying to avoid her brother, in order to change her clothes.
Alright, here's another attempt at an Omorashi story, this one I've been working on for about a week now. It starts out a little slow, so bear with me, here. The base pic will be attached to the story. I tried to do something a little different with this one, first off, I actually used the character names. I hope you like it. I would like to take this time to tell you that I'm not that obsessed with Digimon...thought this and my next story may tell you a little bit different. Sora Takenouchi is a 16-year-old girl and one of the only two girls in her adventuring party in the digital world, this world has provided everyone in the group with special digital guardians and freedom from most stressors in the real world. Of course, there is one downside to living in a virtual world: no bathrooms, and, for someone like Sora, this can provide some serious problems, especially when surrounded by mostly boys. Sora woke up and got dressed, and immediately joined the guys in preparing for breakfast. She thought nothing of eating a normal meal and drinking an entire bottle of water. After they had finished eating the group began to pack up. Sora quickly finished, then realized that she really needed to pee, as she had not yet the whole morning. She looked around, and the others were not done packing yet, so she walked off into the bushes to find a suitable spot outside of view of everyone. When she finally did, Sora looked around quickly, to make sure no one could see, then she pulled down her pants, after messing with the stubborn zipper and squatted down. Just as she was about to start peeing, she heard a banging noise from the forest in front of her. There was something big coming this way, she quickly pulled up her pants and ran back to camp, she could hold it, this was a more immediate danger. Sora got back to camp and warned everyone that there was something coming. And, with recent battles, their Digimon were in their training state, and were in no condition to fight. Everyone grabbed their gear and prepared to leave as the bangs got louder, something was coming this way. Then, they saw something in the forest, it appeared large and vicious, so the group quickly left. When it became apparent the beast was following them, they started running looking for a place to hide. The running really did not feel good on Sora's bladder, but she couldn't worry about that at a time like this. Finally, one of the guys found a cave that they could duck into. They ran in, and the beast walked past. They decided they would walk through the cave to whatever it was they were looking for, since they were afraid to walk in the forest. As they walked and calmed down, Sora became a lot more aware of her growing need to use the bathroom, made worse by the fact that a river ran through the cave next to where they were walking. The sight of running water, coupled by the echoing noise really made it harder for her to hold it. Sora began looking around for a place that she could split off in order to go, but there was no visible break in the path, it seemed like the cave was just one straight path next to a river. Sora really needed to pee, but she did not want to let the boys see how bad it was. She tried to keep her composure, walking with her legs pressed close enough together to keep the urge under control, but trying not to make it look obvious. They continued walking down this seemingly endless path for more than an hour. Sora had gotten used to the river, but this did not make it any easier to bear the pain from her bladder. Made even worse by the pressure from her tight pants. While all Sora was able to think about was finding a suitable spot to go to the bathroom, everyone else seemed more focused on taking a break. The rest of the group decided to settle down at some place for a break. The problem was, there was no place to sit but the ground, which seemed to be very wet for some reason. Sora sat down, the wetness gave her a jolt of pain from her bladder, not to mention the pressure caused on her bladder from the sitting position. Sora wanted nothing more than to stand up to help relieve the pressure, but she could not, fearing that the others would figure out about her desperate state. She was even afraid to cross her legs for this same reason. Of course, this meant that she just needed to suffer through the pain that she was feeling from her bladder. The group decided to eat while they were settled. Sora was afraid to drink anything, but still took a water bottle and sipped at it, feeling refusing one would be suspicious. She then looked over as she heard Mimi, the only other girl in the group, refuse to take one. Sora had not even noticed this yet, but Mimi was shaking, it was pretty apparent that she had to pee too, possibly more than Sora did. Sora tried to make it through the meal, though she wanted nothing more than to just stand up and relieve the pressure, but she didn't want to made it obvious that she had to go, and she felt paranoid that someone would notice. Eventually she couldn't take it any longer, so she set down her food and then stood up, feeling the massive relief of pressure on her bladder, then volunteered to look ahead while the rest of them finished eating. Feeling like she could find a good place to use the bathroom, and maybe help out Mimi as well. However, they refused to let her go off on her own, saying that she must wait around for someone else to finish eating. Sora really hoped that Mimi would be the first one to finish so they could both search for a place to go, but that was not to be. In the mean time, Sora leaned up against the wall and tried to press together her legs as discreetly as possible. Partially to avoid being obvious, Sora grabbed her bottle of water and began sipping out of it again, she then looked down at it to see that she had drank more than half of it by now. She would probably feel that later, all the more reason to find a suitable place to use the bathroom soon! Unfortunately, Tai was the first one to finish eating and decided to go ahead and go with Sora to explore ahead. That was not good, Sora was not about to admit to him that she needed to pee! They began walking, Sora desperately trying to hide the fact that she was desperate to use the bathroom, she looked around for any turn or split in the path so that she could go off and find some place to pee, but there just didn't seem to be any. Oddly enough, the river that ran through the cave just seemed to end in the middle of the path, but that was how the Digital world worked. 'Funny,' Sora thought, 'I would have expected at least a waterfall...Why did I have to think about that?' Now it seemed that was all Sora could think about was waterfalls and running water, her own mind turned against her in this desperate battle. Sora was now searching more than before, walking in an awkward stance with her legs pressed together to help hold back the pee. But the cave never split off, it was just one straight path. Finally, they saw a light at the end, and all Sora could think about was running out of the cave and finding some bushes or something so she could go. Tai insisted that they both return to the group and tell them about this. Sora grew embarrassed as she started to walk forward towards the exit, not realizing what he had said. On the way back, Sora walked behind him as much as possible, pressing one hand into her crotch to help her hold it while they walked back, this trip seemed much longer the way back than it was towards, especially since Sora was no longer used to the sounds of the river. They got the rest of the group and started walking the path again. Sora looked over to Mimi, she was still very clearly desperate, it was plain enough on her face, plus she had her hands clasped together, pressing into her lap while she walked, and she was bent over slightly. Sora walked back behind the rest of the group next to Mimi, somehow taking solace in the fact that she was walking next to someone else who was desperate. The trip through the cave seemed even longer this time through, and Sora was really feeling all that water she drank, the hand pressing down on her crotch did not help anymore. She felt as if her bladder was about to explode. Sora looked around to make sure no one was looking at her, then she moved her hand up and cautiously undid the button on her jeans. The relief was so great that Sora let out a slight sigh, but that wasn't all that she let out. A spurt of urine also escaped at that time. Sora quickly pressed down her hand on her crotch again, feeling the slight wetness, but stopping any more from escaping. After a few moments, she cautiously moved her hand, rubbing her lower abdomen to try and make it feel a little better. Finally, the end of the tunnel was in sight, Sora slightly picked up her pace, but a shot of pain stopped that, Sora almost stopped walking for a second as she winced from the pain from her bladder. After a while of walking, it began to feel colder, which did not help Sora's desperate condition, but she was so close to getting relief, or so she thought. When they exited the cave, the group was almost blinded by a bright light, then they realized what it was. Sora's heart sank and her bladder almost gave out as they realized that they were not in a forest like before, but they were in some kind of arctic wasteland, nothing in sight but snow and a few distant mountains. Sora could hear Mimi groan at this sight as well, she was afraid Mimi was about to wet herself right there. For some reason, Sora decided she needed to help Mimi out, so she turned to her and said, "Hey, don't worry, I have to go too, we'll-" She was cut short by another shot of pain from her bladder before completing the sentence, "We'll figure something out" She said in a slightly strained voice, with a little bit of a chuckle, which proved to be a mistake, as she chuckled, she could feel another spurt escape, causing Sora to bend over slightly. As they kept walking, Sora and Mimi were desperately searching only to find out what they already knew, there was nothing around, no hiding spot, no bathrooms, nothing. It was clear that Mimi was not going to hold out any longer, and Sora was not doing so well herself, they would have to figure something out soon or there was going to be a major problem later on. Sora pressed her legs together and grit her teeth, trying to endure the pain, she felt she would wet herself at any second, feeling the pain from every step she took. Mimi, however, was not doing as well, she was leaned over, walking awkwardly, suggesting that her legs were pressed together under her dress, her hands were clasped together into her crotch, and her eyes were watering, she wasn't going to last another minute. Finally the group stopped walking, which was really bad, they were just stalled in one place, leaving Sora and Mimi nothing to do but feel the increasing pressure on their bladders. Sora started twitching around, as much as she wanted to stop, she couldn't control herself, she just kept moving around in a slight 'pee dance' as she waited around. Neither of them could pay attention or contribute to the conversation that the boys were having, they just stood back, hoping nobody would look at them in their desperate states. Sora then stopped moving, but she could not move her hand or stand up straight, as Tai looked over at them. He said they were going to split up, because they were looking for two things in this place apparently. 'Wait, we're looking for something?' Sora thought, but she was unable to vocalize this, afraid to devote any energy to anything but holding her pee. she just tried her hardest to listen as they were told the groups they would be in. Sora and Mimi were, luckily, put into the same group, but they were also forced to take along Matt and T.K. They started walking in one direction while the others left them the other way. Sora looked at Mimi, her eyes were closed and tears were clearly visible on her face, as bad as Sora needed to go, it seemed Mimi had it worse. All this time, Matt and T.K. seemed to be talking, but neither of them were able to pay any attention to that, T.K., the youngest member of the group, seemed to notice this, too, because he turned around and looked at both of the girls, which was quite awkward for the both of them, but he seemed completely oblivious to their desperation, made even more apparent when he actually asked "Hey, what's up with you two?" Sora found this quite awkward of a situation, she just responded, after mustering up the strength to talk and hold it at the same time, "Oh, its nothing, we're fine, just...um..." She trailed off, embarrassed, looking to make something up to tell him. Then Matt, T.K.'s older brother, cut in, "Just leave them alone, I'm sure its nothing." Sora had no idea if he knew that she had to go and was trying to help her out, or if he was just being a typical older brother, telling his younger sibling to shut up. Either way, she was very thankful that he did. Not too much longer, Mimi started to cry and she collapsed down on her knees. This drew attention from Matt and T.K. Sora quickly tried to do something to help, "Hey, guys." She said, "Just go on ahead, we'll catch up!" Matt then told T.K. to come along as they went ahead, he may not have had any idea of what was going on, but he was acquainted with girls that age, he did not want to get himself or his younger brother involved in their problems. Sora then stood in front of Mimi, blocking her from view as Matt and T.K. walked away, she then turned around, it was clear what was happening. A wet spot was forming on her dress. It seemed the pressure on her bladder had become too much for her to take. Sora figured she would turn around and stand guard while Mimi finished letting it out. After Mimi realized Sora was standing guard, she must have stopped trying to hold it in, and she moved her hands, which seemed to be slightly wet from the pee that had soaked through her dress. Sora leaned over and grit her teeth as she heard a sigh of relief from Mimi, this wrenched at her full bladder. Mimi got up after a while and they started to walk back to the rest of the group, though Sora wanted to stop and get relief, she wanted to find a more suitable hiding place, rather than going out in the open. Sora swore that she could hear the pee sloshing around as they ran to catch up with the boys, she had to stop several times along the way in order to regain control over the urge. Once, she even felt a few spurts escape and thought she was about to lose control and pee her pants right there. Sora really wished that she had not passed up the opportunity to pee as they caught up with the boys, she was really desperate now. Sora was bent over slightly, she had both of her hands gripping her crotch, and her legs pressed together, not to mention the fact that she was now slightly twitching with just about every step. Sora had her eyes shut tight from the strain of holding it in, only looking up a few times to see where she was going. Once, when Sora opened her eyes, she saw some various dead trees in the distance, they seemed very out of place in this arctic wasteland, but why question it? Sora looked over, they would provide a slight bit of cover, but they were not going to be a good hiding spot. She thought for a while as they kept walking. Finally, Sora decided, 'That's it, I cannot hold it any longer!' She then looked around and cut in awkwardly. "H-h-hey, guys," She said, in and strained and quiet stutter, "I-uh...I have to-uh..." She stuttered, still debating over whether or not she should admit it to the guys. Finally, a massive jolt of pain from her bladder gave her the answer, "I have to go to the bathroom!" She shouted before she even realized what she was saying. She blushed from the embarrassment that she had just declared that to the world, but at least she had said it. "So, look, I'll be right back." She added awkwardly Sora then took off as fast as she could while still keeping control over her bladder, which was little more than a waddle, in the direction of the trees before anyone could say anything. Sora whimpered a little as she walked, the distance was longer than she thought it was, but she was devoted to not wet herself. Her bladder, however, had other ideas. It seemed she was in a race, the closer she got to the trees, the closer she got to wetting her pants, she wasn't sure which one would come first. As Sora got closer she decided she would start to work on her stubborn zipper, she felt as if she wouldn't make it otherwise. That turned out to be a mistake, in order to unzip her pants, she would have to remove both her hand from her crotch. Sora then realized something, she felt something strange. There was a growing wet sensation in her panties. Sora then moved her hands and thrust them between her legs, but this didn't help out anymore, she couldn't stop it! Sora had begun wetting her pants and there was nothing she could do, as desperately as she tried to stop it. Then, a dark spot appeared on her pants and began growing and the pee trickled down her legs and onto the ground, leaving a big, yellow circle in the snow. As relieving as it felt to have her bladder empty, Sora really wished it didn't happen as it did. Sora returned to the group to keep searching, hiding back as much as she could, hoping the boys wouldn't notice the wet spot, though they eventually did. Of course, Sora had no choice but to walk around the rest of the day in those wet pants, the cold air of this area now became an annoyance for other reasons
Alright, this was story requested by Omorashi-lover. I didn't have a base pic this time, but I think it turned out pretty good. Please Note: This is the Digimon Adventure 2 version of Kari NOT The 8-year-old season one version. Hikari "Kari" Kamiya awoke to the sound of dripping water, a sound that had been playing over and over in her dreams, it took her a minute to realize where she was. Due to the rain, the group was forced to take refuge in a cave for the night. It took her less time to realize how badly she needed to use the bathroom! She quickly sat up in her sleeping bag and looked around, everyone was awake, so no chance of sneaking out of the cave, she then noticed a small opening in the wall. She remembered they had looked in there last night, and there wasn't anything there, so that would be a good place to go. Kari walked over as discreetly as she could, but she stopped in her tracks as she heard voices, she didn't know why, but some of the boys where in there talking about something, she couldn't really focus on what they were talking about. She sat quietly as they ate breakfast, not thinking, she drank down nearly a whole bottle of water. The group then decided to pack up camp and start walking. Kari hurried as she packed up, wanting to get going as quickly as she could so that they could leave the cave and she could find a place to use the bathroom. As she walked, she stood back behind everyone and tried to avoid conversation, afraid that someone would find out about her desperation. However, one of the boys, Davis Motomiya, had other plans. Davis had always had a massive crush on Kari, and this showed especially well today. He walked beside Kari, trying to strike up a conversation with her, seemingly unaware of Kari's desperation and how awkward this was for her. Kari answered any of his questions quickly, trying to just get this conversation over with quickly. The dripping water still in the main thing she heard. Kari kept looking around, trying to avoid eye contact, seemingly afraid that he would notice just by looking at her face. Davis, however, must have mistaken this for attraction, as he continued to talk to her and stepped in closer. They walked out of the cave and into what seemed to be a forest. Kari could not have been more grateful about this, that would mean there were a lot of places to hide, now all she needed to do was get away from the group. All she needed to do was tell Davis that she had to use the bathroom and walk away, but she had a hard time putting the first part of this plan into action. As she walked around, trying to distract herself from her full bladder and Davis's ramblings, she became increasingly aware of a noise in the background, something that she was familiar with, but just couldn't quite remember. Kari let out an audible groan as she realized what it was, there was a river flowing right next to the path they were walking on, not helping her desperation at all. "Hey, you alright, Kari?" Davis asked as he heard her groaning, not quite sure what it was about. "Y-yeah, I'm just fine." Kari said, in a bit of a strained voice, as she squeezed her thighs together tightly to help control her bladder. She again began looking around awkwardly, not wanting to show Davis her pained expression, but not wanting to look at the river either. Finally, they decided to stop and rest for a little while before continuing on. Kari saw this as her opportunity to get away and get her much-needed relief. Kari looked around and thought that she had found the perfect spot to pee, and began walking over there, only to be stopped halfway by T.K. Kari and T.K. had been part of the original group in the Digital world and were great friends, but lately, T.K. had also seemed to have developed feelings for Kari and was almost as clingy as Davis. Despite her protests, T.K. took Kari aside and over to a little clearing with two rocks, he motioned for Kari to sit down. "So, Kari," T.K. began, to the dismay of Kari, because that meant this would probably be a long conversation, "What's going on? I saw you walking with Davis." He said in a slightly angry tone, he was clearly jealous. Kari reluctantly sat down, innocently sitting her hands in her lap, using them to press down on her crotch to help her hold it in, the sitting position only increasing the pressure on her bladder. "Look, its nothing, he just started walking by me and talking to me!" Kari said, very annoyed. This rivalry between those two always annoyed her, but today, she was a lot more on edge thanks to her bursting bladder. "Look," She began again, "Can you just excuse me for a second?" Kari asked as she got up, heading over to the patch she had selected earlier. T.K. then stopped her, "What, no, please just sit and talk with me for a little longer!" He shouted. Kari sat awkwardly and talked with him for a little bit, or, more so, listened to him talk. What's worse, to avoid getting involved too much in the conversation, Kari pulled a water bottle out of her bag and started drinking from it. Kari grew restless and started squirming in her spot, as much as she wanted to stop, she just couldn't. "Is something wrong?" T.K. asked as he noticed this. 'Come on, Kari,' She coached in her head 'Just tell him you need to use the bathroom! Its not that hard!' Of course, she could say this in her head, but she was unable to bring herself to actually do it, instead she just told him, "No, everything's fine..." She awkwardly went to take a sip of her water bottle after saying this, she then realized it was completely empty, that wasn't going to help, all the more reason to walk off and go now. But she still couldn't bring herself to tell T.K. The awkward silence that followed was broken as they were called to start walking again. Normally, Kari would be thankful that that awkward moment was over, but this time, she was mad that she didn't get a chance to go to the bathroom. The urge was getting really bad now, Kari couldn't just keep walking with her legs clenched together, she had to add pressure, but she didn't want anyone to see, so she slid her hands into her pockets and started placing pressure on her pee hole. This was not as effective as it could be, and it wasn't completely discreet, but it was all Kari could think of, since most of her mind was now focused on holding her pee and finding a place to go. Of course, it wasn't long before Davis started walking next to her and talking to her again. A large jolt of pain from her bladder caused Kari to bend over slightly and forced her to move her hand out of her pockets and grab between her legs more directly. Davis again asked her is she was alright. "Y-yeah, fine..." Kari said nervously before she could get a chance to think. As she felt another shot of pain, Kari realized it was a mistake, 'Come on, Kari,' She again coached in her head 'Just tell him you need to go!' Kari didn't get a chance to speak again, as Davis must have thought this was now a sign of arousal, he stepped in closer, giving Kari less space to wiggle around, and kept talking to her. Kari couldn't listen, and she couldn't respond whenever he asked her a question. She was about to lose control if she couldn't get away soon. Kari could feel a few spurts escape as they continued to walk. She struggled frantically and managed to stop it, this time, but she knew that she needed to get away and go soon, she may not be so lucky next time! Finally, as if on cue, T.K. stepped in and started talking to Davis, they began some kind of argument over Kari, providing a good distraction. Kari looked around, all eyes were on Davis and T.K., but she was caught right between them, unfortunately, meaning she wouldn't get to escape. Kari's eyes started to water, it seemed her body had too much liquid in it and was looking for any way to get it out now. Of course, this was mistaken as a response to the boys' argument, and they started yelling and drawing more attention to her. Kari began wiggling around as she was forced to stand around between them, she just couldn't get herself to stand still now, and all the attention drawn to her made her mounting desperation feel even worse! After a few minutes, which felt like hours to Kari, another shot of pain hit her, and Kari began whimpering as a few spurts escaped. Kari applied more pressure, trying with all her might to hold it in, but she wasn't going to be able to stop it this time, she just couldn't hold it any longer. Kari took off running into the forest, her hands leaving her crotch to help her run. All the while, her bladder was releasing itself, Kari could feel a growing wet spot in her panties, but she couldn't stop now, she would just have to find a place to go in a hurry! She could hear one of the boys shouting "Now look what you did!" But she didn't care at this point. Kari ducked behind a nearby tree and thrust her hands between her legs, this was really bad! She could feel the wet spot on her shorts, and she couldn't stop now, so this only served to soak her gloves. By now, the pee was running down her legs and starting to form a puddle around her feet. Kari just started working on the zipper to her shorts and pulled them down, she tried again to stop the flow by thrusting her hands down between her legs, but this proved just as futile an effort as before. Finally, she just pulled down her soaked panties and squatted down, but it was too late by this point, there was barely anything left to come out by now. Kari broke down in tears, this time of actual sadness as she sat there for a second, removing her urine-soaked gloves and throwing them to the side. She hadn't wet herself like this since she was little, and she couldn't believe it had just happened again. It wasn't long before Kari heard Yolei Inoue, the only other girl in the group, calling her name. Kari sighed and pulled her soaked shorts up and went out to meet her. Her shoes began squeaking, and her socks were soaked as well. She again buried her face in her hands out of embarrassment. She explained what happened as they walked back together. Kari tried to avoid getting any attention on her the rest of the day, until she could change. She wasn't sure if they knew, but from that point on, neither T.K. nor Davis payed any attention to her, at least, not for the rest of that trip.
Alright, well I proofread it, but of course I can't guarantee that I did it flawlessly since it was a bit much to read over and over again, and I'm prone to those types of mistakes. I hope you all enjoy it, and comments are much appreciated (criticism as well). Oh, and transition between chapters sucks, I know. lol She then headed down stairs, seeing none other than her mom preparing breakfast. “Morning, mom!” Kagome said, greeting her mother enthusiastically “Oh, good morning, Kagome.” Her mother said back to her. “How did you sleep?” “Oh, I slept alright. How about you?” Kagome replied. “I slept alright too. Breakfast is ready if you want some.” Her mom offered her. “Yeah, that sounds great.” After eating breakfast, and drinking some of her Grandpa’s homemade tea, she decided to get an early start on her day. “I’m getting to go over to the Feudal era, alright mom?” Kagome said grabbing her bow and arrows, as well as a small bag of supplies. “Alright, just promise me you’ll be careful.” “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine” Kagome said as her mom gave her a kiss on the cheek and she headed for the door. “Bye Kagome.” A freshly woken up Souta said coming down the stairs in his pajamas. “See ya, Souta! Oh, and tell Grandpa I said bye too.” With that, she left the house, and headed down the well into the Feudal era. Upon coming up from the well, she breathed in the fresh summer air, unpolluted by the ways of development and industry. She sat on the edge of the well for a minute, and just enjoyed the different feel that this time had as opposed to her own. When she was finished absorbing in her familiar surroundings, she stood up, and headed on her way to the village. She got about 10 minutes in her walk when she started to develop a need for the toilet. She didn’t know if it was related to her near-accident that morning, or the fact she had drank quite a bit of tea at breakfast, but the urge was growing exponentially. She really didn’t want to stop already since she hadn’t gotten far, and she knew that she would probably have to go again soon after anyway. She would just hold it a little longer, she was making good time, plus she wasn’t desperate or anything. She had gotten kind of used to holding it in for awhile anyway, since the idea of dropping her underwear in the woods, exposing herself to whatever kind of things could be at bay, wasn’t ideal, even she did have to do it quite often. Then again, anybody would be used to holding it in if they had to deal with someone like Inuyasha on a regular basis. She had gotten another 10 minutes in her walk when the urge was getting much worse. The pressure on her bladder was now fairly constant and her legs were rubbing together as she walked, to help suppress the urge. She was still adamant about not stopping though. She had been hoping to at least get to the village before she had to go, but this goal was beginning to appear more and more unlikely the longer her voyage went on. She just did her best to keep a quick pace, but her faster strides were being cancelled out by her taking shorter strides. So in the end, she wasn’t going much faster at all. She managed to get another 5 minutes into her walk until she suddenly stopped in place. Although the village was only about 10 minutes away, she knew she couldn’t hold it that much longer. Her bladder was bulging, and she could feel all of her pee ready to pour out, putting massive pressure on her bladder. Each step stung, and she was beginning to get worried that she could leak at anytime, even if she was using all her might to hold it back. God forbid she loses her focus for a second… She figured this had gone on long enough, so she dropped her bag on the ground, and with one hand on her bladder, and gently biting her bottom lip, she quickly headed over for the bushes. Just as she was about to push her way through the brush, the leaves of the plant started to move violently as she heard a growling noise. She felt a large burst of warm pee shoot out, soaking her panties, leaving a small line of pee to run down her leg. It felt good to let that little bit go, and she desperately wanted to let it all go, but that wasn’t her prime concern. Life was more important than dry or wet panties. She quickly pulled out her bow, and armed it with an arrow. She aimed it at the bush and waited, doing her best to focus on what was in it, although the wet feeling in between her legs was quite distracting. Between the thing in the bush, and her need to pee, she was beginning to shake violently. She wasn’t that scared, being she had been toughened up from fighting demons for so long, but those together were making it very hard not to shake. The shaking was now making it more and more difficult for her to contain her bladder. As she waited for whatever was in the bush to come, she could feel her bladder getting weaker and weaker. It wasn’t long until another, much smaller spurt of pee came out, and then another one slightly bigger. She couldn’t believe she was standing there slowly wetting herself as she was preparing a kill shot on some kinda of demon or animal. Believe it or not, it is kind of hard to be brave when you have a line of urine running down your leg. Just as she felt her bladder was becoming slightly more compliant with her, a feral dog jumped out of the bushes at her, and with the release of her arrow, her bladder went with it. As the arrow hit the feral dog, which must have been a weak demon since it disintegrated into nothingness, a large rush of pee began to pour from her. She stood there shaking as she felt the warm liquid drench her panties and pour down her legs. When the situation sunk in, and she realized she was peeing herself over that little bastard, she was very annoyed. She lifted up her skirt and watched the pee flow from her white panties as it went from running down her leg, to pouring straight to the ground, right back to running down her legs. She quickly got her shoes off, making sure they were at least relatively dry, but her socks were soaked, and she just stood there in a puddle of urine, with more adding to it every second. When the urine had stopped flowing, she began to feel very embarrassed. Although she would have been much more traumatized if she hadn’t been alone, still, wetting yourself was pretty demoralizing. She was annoyed that her entire walk had been a waste, since she decided to head back home. After all, she didn’t want to trash a perfectly good -well decently good- pair of panties. Plus, Inuyasha would smell the pee on her in a second, and that was a conversation she really didn’t need. So, she began her walk back. After a few minutes of walking, she was getting bothered by the feeling of pee leftover from her panties running down her legs, and then of course the wet feeling from the panties touching her as well. She decided to take them off. She looked around; making sure no one was looking, as she slipped the panties down her legs, and stepped out of them. Although it felt very good to be walking around with no panties on, she felt very self-conscious walking around like that. I mean if a gust of wind came and blew her skirt up while she had panties on, it was embarrassing, but not that big of a deal, but if one came and showed off her privates to some stranger… or worse, Inuyasha, she would die. The fact she was alone still didn’t fix this feeling of uneasiness. After walking for a few more minutes, she decided to slip the panties back on. She dreaded the feeling, but she felt to exposed the way she was now. So she slipped the panties on one leg, then another, and then slid them quickly all the way up. The coolness of them made her shiver. Although an odd feeling, it wasn’t nearly as bad as she had imagined. Then again, at this point, she was too tired to care. She just wanted a nice warm shower, and some dry clothes. When she was a few minutes from the well, she began to get the urge to pee again. She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t care though. She was too tired to hold it, even though this time she was very confident she could have. She decided to spare herself the trouble and pee right there. She figured since her panties were already soaked, why expose herself again? She just squatted down to make sure her shoes remained dry, and let go. Normally ‘just letting go’ is a lot harder than it sounds, but it didn’t seem to apply at the time. Similar to how it’s easier to go in a wet bathing suit then it is in a dry one. Now that it was wet, there was no more taboo about it. Her mind was treating it like a bathing suit. It didn’t matter if it got peed in; it was just a pair of wet panties. So she squatted down and re-warmed the cold panties with fresh pee. It started off running down to her butt, and then it flowed to the ground in a stream. Kagome watched the pee make a small puddle on the ground as she it slowly came to a stop, with only a little leftover dripping down. She stood up, causing a little bit of pee that was still left to run down her legs. When she got to the well, she didn’t hesitate to jump in. Upon getting to the other side, she checked herself to make sure her wetness wasn’t obvious, like on her skirt or dripping from in between her legs, then she left the well room, and crossed the compound to her house. She quickly went inside, and headed straight upstairs. “Hey Kagome, why are you back so soon?” Souta asked as she walked up the stairs. “I just… uh… felt like getting a shower. That’s all.” She said as she disappeared from sight. “Weird.” Souta said diverting his attention to the television. When she got up to her room, she grabbed some clean panties and socks, and headed to the bathroom. When she got in there, she started by removing the soiled panties and examining the wetness. She hadn’t peed herself in a long time, and didn’t remember actually looking closely at what wet clothing looks like. Sure she had seen wet clothing, but this felt different. To know that it was all pee that she had caused. To know the soaked spots in her panties were caused by her inability to keep from wetting herself out of desperation. Fascinating. After giving her panties a once over, she dropped them, along with her socks on the floor, shoved against the wall. She then closed the toilet lid, and placed her clean clothes on top with a towel, and got in the bathtub. She had considered a bath, but decided she didn’t feel like it. So she settled with a shower. I included spaces in between paragraphs to make it slightly easier to read, since I can't copy EXACTLY what I have in word. If you have any suggestions or requests I will take them into account. Granted I can't guarantee I can bring them to life, but I've done request stories before so I may be able to compile the stories in a way more suited to viewers of this site. Thanks for reading. I may write more if people are interested.
A little while into her shower she heard a knock at the door. “Yeah?” Kagome asked curious to who it was. “It’s just me.” Her mom said cracking the door open. “You mind if I slip in and use the bathroom really quick?” “Yeah, no, of course.” Kagome not surprised since this was the only bathroom in the house. “Thanks, that one really snuck up on me!” Her mom said with a slight laugh. “She has no idea.” Kagome thought to herself. After a few seconds of silence, Kagome heard a familiar sound of water on water as her mom peed in the toilet. Granted it didn’t really bother her, it was still a bit of an awkward thing to hear while you’re in the shower. “Wow, she really did have to go.” Kagome thought to herself as her mom’s long pee finally came a slow stuttering end. “Ok thanks, sorry to interrupt your shower.” Her mom said walking out. “’Yeah, no problem.” Kagome replied. After finishing her shower, Kagome reached out and grabbed her towel. She took her time, dried off the best she could, and wrapped the towel around her head to dry up her hair. Now that she, for the most part, was dry, she stepped out of the shower and was about to get dressed when something dawned on her. The socks and panties were no longer where she left them! Her mother must have seen them and decided to put them in the laundry. Kagome just stood there for minute blushing. Her mom knew she wet herself. She was really wishing she could have hid it, but it’s too late now. At least it wasn’t Grandpa or Souta who figured it out. Kagome removed the towel from her hair and got dressed, as she thought about all the things her mother could said to here, but didn’t. After she had gotten dressed, she left the bathroom and decided to give the Feudal era another shot. In the same clothes she had started with this morning, with the exception of her socks and new dark blue panties, she headed down stairs, grabbed a drink of water, grabbed her things, said bye to everyone, and left. She ventured down the well, and reappeared in the Feudal era. This time around, she wasn’t as interested in the trees and the air. She just wanted to get to Kaede’s village. She began her walk there, trying to keep a relatively quick pace without tiring herself out. After about 25 minutes, she came up to place where she had wet herself before. The puddle was still there. She couldn’t but blush a little as she kept on walking. It only took about 10 minutes for her to reach the village from there, and she still didn’t need to pee. Quite the relief, given the events earlier. When she arrived in the village she was greeted by her friends. She asked if anything had happened for the short time she was gone, and fortunately nothing had. The rest of her day had went on relatively basic, as well did the night. Upon waking up, she was greeted with a familiar urge to void her bladder, but this time, it wasn’t about to explode. She was relived because the last thing she wanted was to pee herself here. After taking her morning pee, she returned to the house, went into her backpack, and grabbed out a thermos that her mom had prepared for her. It was her Grandpa’s homemade tea. She took a sip, and forgetting how good it was, ended up drinking the whole thing. When she was done, she sat it down, and headed outside to find the others. She found Sango, Miroku, and Shippo, all standing at the edge of the village, talking amongst themselves. “Hey guys!” Kagome said greeting them. “Hey Kagome!” Shippo said jumping up on her shoulder. “Good morning.” Sango said greeting her. “How did you sleep?” Miroku asked her. “Oh, I slept fine. Uh… Where’s Inuyasha?” Kagome asked curious. “Oh, he’s out doing something for Kaede. He said he would be back soon to take you home.” Sango answered. So Kagome waited there for Inuyasha, making conversation with her friends. Everything was normal until about 10 minutes in she was starting to feel that familiar urge to pee. It wasn’t that bad so she figured she would wait till she got home. She would, like most people, preferred the use of toilets. She just continued to make conversation with her friends, just keeping her legs slightly closer together than normal. When 10 more minutes had gone by though, she was starting to get desperate. She couldn’t keep her legs still. Her bladder was starting to constantly bother her, and she was getting a strong urge to put her hand down to her crotch. She was doing her best to hide her desperation to her friends but it was difficult. Kagome knew she could wait longer though, and she was willing if it meant getting home to go there. Luckily for Kagome, Sango, Miroku, and Shippo had all went back to the village, and she was alone waiting for Inuyasha, so she didn’t have to quite as subtle as before. Now she could manage a hand on the crotch and a little bit of dancing to relieve the pressure. Unfortunately for Kagome, she was still on the edge of the village, so she couldn’t be downright blunt with her desperation, although its use faded, subtly was still important. Even worse for her was that it had been another ten minutes, and Inuyasha still hadn’t showed up. At this point the pressure in her bladder was constant and impossible to ease. Any pressure at all on her belly automatically added pressure to her already tired control. She could feel herself getting to that point where control slowly starts to fade, and turns into a flood. She decided that she was going to have to go here, or she would almost certainly pee herself. Right at that moment, Inuyasha, seemingly out of nowhere, landed right in front of her. “Hey Kagome. Sorry I’m late. You ready for me to take you home?” Inuyasha asked her. “Uh… Yeah sure.” Kagome wanted to say she needed to pee, but her will to get home and pee in a toilet was bigger. As if risking an accident in front of Inuyasha was worth going in a toilet as opposed to the woods. “Alright, get on.” Inuyasha said turning around. Kagome carefully got on his back. In order to be carried like this she had to spread her legs, and in her state it was tempting fate to make something go horribly wrong. Inuyasha, ignorant to the situation, took off at full speed which was both good and bad to Kagome. The initial jump almost made her lose control right there, but she just managed to keep from giving Inuyasha a very wet kimono. Although the high speed made it a little harder to focus on her bladder, the quicker she got home, the better. After about 5 minutes of running, Kagome was at her end. She could feel pee right the end of her womanhood, and lack of focus for a second could cause a total flood. Although no place is ideal for an accident, this place was particularly bad. She was about to beg Inuyasha to stop, but at that moment they stopped at the well. Upon stopping at the well Kagome quickly dismounted from Inuyasha and slammed her legs together, causing to her leak a little in her panties. Knowing that Inuyasha would quickly be able to smell it, and that she was about to totally pee herself in front of him, she quickly said thanks and jumped in the well. When she got to the other end of the well, she was on her knees. She felt warmth and heard a pattering noise. She quickly stood and regained control of her bladder. She lost control in the well and peed a little in the dirt, but it was just enough to get though the panties, they were still pretty dry, and she was clean for the most part. She climbed out of the well and could feel her bladder pushing, trying to make its way out into her underwear, and down her legs. She determined not to though. She didn’t know how, but she managed to climb to the top of the well without totally soaking herself, but she didn’t have much time though. She ran out of the well room, going straight to her house across the compound. Of course now subtly was irrelevant, she was doing everything she could to keep the pee from staining her blue panties. She was not going to have another accident. She ran in her house, both her Grandpa and mom staring at her. “Uh... Hey Kagome.” Her mom said surprised as she ran up the steps. “Can’t talk; gotta pee!” Kagome said with both hands pressing down on her womanhood as she ran up the steps. Once she reached the time she felt a burst of pee shoot into her panties, drenching them, and making the part of her skirt being pressed into her crotch wet. When she got to the bathroom, to her dismay, it was closed. She tried the door and it was locked. “Occupied!” Souta replied. “Oh shit shit shit!” Kagome said bouncing up and down trying not to lose control. “Are you almost done?!” Kagome asked desperately. “Uhh… I’m gonna be awhile.” Souta replied. When she heard this Kagome collapsed to tears. She managed to wait a few more seconds, but she was at her end. Suddenly, she no longer had the strength to control her herself. Her muscles relaxed with her unable to pull back. She just stood there peeing herself, trying to stop it. When she regained control of her muscles, she didn’t have the strength to stop the flow. She just watched as the pee ran down her legs, soaking her shoes and socks, staining the carpet below her. All she could do was cry and stare. Trying to stop it was impossible. When finally she stopped peeing herself, she could feel pee still running down her leg. She ran in her room and shut the door, sobbing into her pillow. When she had calmed down a little bit, she stood up from her bed. She hadn’t changed yet so the front of her skirt wet because of the panties. She didn’t care though. She couldn’t believe she had peed herself like that. She just took off her skirt and looked at herself. She lifted her shirt above the panties and looked at her shamed. The big pee stain going from the front of the panties to the middle, then finally to the back as she turned around to see the small amount of pee that had made it there, it was so embarrassing. She slipped the panties off and put them on the ground, and put her skirt back on. She picked the panties up, trying to hold them by the dry parts, and braved the world by walking outside of her room. She saw her mom on the floor scrubbing the pee she had made. “Mom… You don’t have to clean that…” Kagome said with a sniff. “It was my fault.” “It’s alright Kagome. You just rest. You’ve had a long day.” Her mom replied. “Thanks mom.” Kagome said slightly cheered up as she went to put her panties in the dirty clothes. She completely ignored looking at Grandpa and Souta. She wasn’t being mean but she just really didn’t want to make eye contact with anybody who knew what happened. She went back up to her room and grabbed some clothes. This time, PJ’s. She headed for the bathroom once again. This time though, she would take a bath. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Comments as well as criticism are welcome.
It's been almost two years since Naruto left Konoha to train with Jiraiya, and since then everyone has been training hard to become better ninja. Sakura Haruno has trained especially hard under the legendary Sannin Tsunade, and has attained the rank of Chunnin. Her training is now mostly complete, or so Sakura thought... "I'm back!" Sakura exclaimed after returning from another mission. "I'm pleased to report that the mission was a complete success." "Very good, you're improving. Just a few months ago you would have barely survived that mission much less completed it." congratulated Tsunade. "I'm impressed, but.... you still have a ways to go." In response to this Sakura simply nodded her head and said, "Thank you!" "Now, you're probably thinking about today's training." said Tsunade. "What, is there going to be something unique about today's training?" Sakura asked. "There is a camp for leaf kunoichi that is held once every year by ANBU. There they teach all manner of skills, jutsu, and other essentials to being a ninja." explained Tsunade, "I have made the decision to send you off to this camp as I believe that they are more suited to teaching you things like this than me." Sakura looked puzzled, "But you've been a great teacher lady Tsunade, why would you think some camp is better suited than you?" "While I have taught you many things, this camp teaches group skills, something I have been unable to properly teach you. This camp is one of the best, you will get ample training, I assure you." answered Tsunade. "Well, if you say so." Sakura replyed, "How long does this camp last, how long am I going to be out of town?" "The program lasts about three months." answered Tsunade. "Three months... I see, that's a bit... lengthy...... for a training program isn't it?" "Well, you've spent two years training with me. This should be nothing to you." "Yeah...... I guess you're right, when do I leave?" "You leave tomorrow morning at noon, your parents have already been informed and have probably finished packing your bags by now." "Alright, am I dissmissed now?" "Yes, I'll be there to see you off tomorrow. Bye!" "Bye!" Sakura walked out the door and headed home. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Mom! I'm home!" Sakura yelled as she entered her house. "Welcome back sweetie," her mother welcomed, "I assume that you've heard everything from the Hokage." Sakura nodded. Sakura's mom held up a large, pink backpack. "I've packed your clothes, gear, and anything else I thought you might need for camp." "Thank you, I..." "You know, me and your father are going to miss you on this trip, but we could never be more proud that our little girl is such a skilled ninja." "Alright," Sakura said with a smile. "I'm going to go look through my things and go to bed, I'll see you in the morning." "Good night honey!" "Night mom!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE NEXT MORNING -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sakura woke up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and went through the usual morning routine before grabbing her bag and heading for the gate leading out of Konoha. When she arrived, Tsunade, her parents, and a single member of the ANBU Black Ops were waiting for her. "Morning Sakura." greeted Tsunade, "This member of ANBU is here to escourt you to the camp, are you prepared?" Sakura answered with a simple "Yes." and turned to her parents. Sakura's mother kissed Sakura on the forehead and said, "We're going to miss you honey. Your father couldn't be here today, I'm sorry to say, he couldn't finish his mission on time." "That's okay, I understand." Sakura smiled. The ANBU agent simply stood there and asked, "Are you ready to go?" "Yes." answered Sakura. "Then let's go!" "Bye everyone!" waved Sakura and then the two lept off into the trees. As Sakura followed the ANBU agent she got the feeling that this trip wasn't going to go as planned. She simply shook this off and assumed it was just her being nervous. She did not know how wrong she was... Chapter 2 "I'm going to explain a few things about camp." said the ANBU agent as she and Sakura lept through the sea of trees. "When you arrive, you'll be assigned a dorm that you will be sharing with three other ninja. In addition, your dorm will be assigned an instructor who will be responsible for most of your daily training. There will, however, be other instructors there and will help teach you both one-on-one and in a team. There will also be times were large groups or even the entire camp will be taught certain things in a single large class. Any questions?" "No." replyed Sakura. "Good, then I'll continue. The rules of the camp are very simple, aside from the obvious things such as do not steal, do not start fights, etcetera, you must make sure to never be late to any class, training session, or special announcement, treat all others with utmost respect, and always obey the instructors and staff. In addition, if you fail to report for your punishment, or if you resist it then you will be forcibly apprehended and your punishment will be made more severe. Any questions?" "No ma'am." "Very well then, I should also mention that the area in which the camp is located is very prone to earthquakes. The camp was purposely built there because the frequent earthquakes help to keep students sharp. It forces them to always be prepared and to expect the unexpected." Sakura thought about this for a minute, "Okay." "Alright, we're not much further from the camp, are you sure that you have no questions?" Sakura responed with a simple "I'm sure." just as the two ninja came upon the camp. The camp was a multitude of scattered dormitories and other buildings, all of which containing the symbol of the leaf on the front and ranged in size from small to large. "Well, here we are," announced the ANBU agent as the two girls walked up to the entrance. "Welcome back Junna!" greeted another female member of ANBU as the two entered camp. "I assume that she's the one sent by the Hokage?" "Yes, this is Sakura Haruno." answered Junna. The ANBU agent walked over to Sakura, but as she did so, Sakura thought she heard a slight crinkling noise as the agent walked. She dissmissed this as just the wind or something similar as the the agent began to speak, "Alright then, Sakura would you please come to me, I'll take you to your dorm." "Okay," said Sakura turning around to face Junna, "So I guess I'll be seeing you later then." Junna nodded and Sakura left with the other ANBU agent. The agent led Sakura to a small grey building on the other side of the campsite with a single window on each side of it. It was quite a ways from everything else, except for a few dorms scattered around the area. "Sorry it's so far from everything else, the other dorms are full, this was the only one left." apologized the agent. Sakura simply smiled and said, "That's alright, I don't mind." "Okay then, if you need anything, my name's Yukayo, I'm one of the instructors here at camp." the agent. "Oh, and there's going to an opening ceremony today in that building over there." the agent pointed to a large building on the other side of camp. "It's going to start in about ten minutes, so don't spend too much time getting unpacked." "Alright, thanks, and I'll see you later." waved Sakura as Yukayo ran off. "I wondere who is going to be in my dorm...." Sakura opened the door to the dorm and took a step inside. "Hello..." greeted Sakura as she entered. Immediately, however, she recognized all three of her room mates, Hinata, Tenten, and, as luck would have it, Ino. "Great." Sakura mumbled in a sarcastic tone. "Oh no, why'd I have to get stuck with her." mumbled Ino. Tenten sighed, "Somehow I knew that something like this would happen." "Well it can't be all bad," pointed out Hinata. "at least they're not yelling." "Just wait a mi...." began Tenten who was interrupted by...... Sakura and Ino yelling at each other about having to share the same bunkbed. The room was rather simplistic, it had two doors, one front, one back, a small bathroom, a few small shelves, and two large bunkbeds. "Let's not argue, you two." spoke Hinata, but her words never reached either target. Tenten gave another sigh, "It's probably best just to leave them alone, besides we don't want to miss the opening ceremony." Hinata climbed down from her bunk, "Right, I almost forgot about the opening ceremony." Tenten and Hinata left for the opening ceremony and left Sakura and Ino to continue their quarrel. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ten Minutes Later -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At the opening ceremony, everyone managed to attend, even Sakura and Ino who managed to stop arguing long enough to get to the ceremony. The ceremony itself consisted mostly of the rules, daily procedures, and other aspects of the camp explained. It was concluded with the ninja being told that their instructor would meet with them in the morning, and that the training would start then. Until then, the ninja had the rest of the day to themselves as long as they avoided areas marked "Restricted" and did not leave the camp grounds. Chapter 3 The next morning, the girls had just enough time to wake up and get dressed before they heard a knocking on the door. Sakura ran to the door, "I'm coming!" She opened it to reveal Yukayo from the previous day. "Hello," Yukayo greeted, "it turns out that I was assigned to your dorm!" "Hello," said Hinata. "So I would assume that makes you our sensei?" asked Tenten, "I'm glad to meet you!" "Yup, I'll be like a big sister to you for three whole months!" Yukayo responded as she took of her mask to reveal her face. She had short, blonde, almost white, hair, blue eyes, and couldn't be older than eighteen years old! "Hey Sakura, are you sure that she's a member of ANBU?" Ino whispered into Sakura's ear. "She seems a bit... young." "Why are you asking me?" Sakura answered, "Anyway, I highly doubt that the ANBU would make a mistake, let's just take her word for it." "OK." Ino whispered. "Anyways," continued Yukayo, "we'll start your training today, so if everyone's ready, let's go!" With that, Yukayo left the dorm room with Sakura, Ino, Hinata, and Tenten following. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The day's training went pretty smoothly, and before the girls realized it, it was time to return to their dorms. "Well that wasn't so bad." admitted Ino as the group neared the dorm. "Yeah, plus, we come out as stronger ninja." added Hinata. "Just one th... thing th.. th..." Tenten couldn't finish her sentence, however, as, just then, a very large earthquake hit. The girls tried to move but soon the ground seemed to cave it and all four girls fell into the whole that was created by it. When they hit the bottom, the earthquake continued on and the wall fell over on top of the girls. Soon after, the earthquake stopped. "Is everyone alright?" asked Sakura. "Yeah, but my arms and legs are trapped under the rubble." replyed Tenten. "I'm okay, but I can't move my arms and legs, they're trapped." Hinata replyed. "My arms are free, but I can't get my legs unstuck and I can't lift the rocks." said Ino who was sitting right next to Hinata. "I guess, we'll just have to wait for rescue..." Sakura sighed. All four girls were trapped, underground, but they didn't need to worry, the ANBU would find them soon enough, or so they thought..... chapter 4 The girls waited for nearly an hour down in the hole that they had fallen into. "When are are we getting rescued?" Ino complained in an impatiant tone. "We've been waiting down here forever!" "They should be here soon," comforted Sakura. "They're probably tending to others right now, it WAS a pretty big quake you know." "Yeah, but surely they could have found us by now!" Ino replyed. "Don't worry, I'm sure that they're on the way!" Hinata assured. "Yeah, they ARE ANBU ya' know." Tenten followed. Ino sighed, "Whatever, I just they DO come soon." About five minutes passed when Sakura suddenly started squirming around as if in great discomfort. Tenten looked concerned, "What's wrong Sakura?!" "I... I... I h.. have to use the bathroom." Sakura answered as her face turned red. "Oh... well.. um.. just try to hold it, I'm sure that we'll be rescued soon." said Tenten. "I hope so..." Sakura mumbled. A few more minutes passed and Sakura continued to struggle but eventually she could hold it no longer and a large load of smelly, messy poo found its way into Sakura's panties. Sakura's face turned red with embarassment. "This feels so gross!" Sakura thought as she began to cry. Ino noticed that Sakura had stopped squirming around and from the smell realized that Sakura had actually pooped in her pants. She chuckled, "Did little Sakura have an accident?" Tenten gave Ino an angry look, "Can it Ino, if you'd been in her possition the same thing would have happened to you!" "Yeah right, I would never mess my pants!" Ino responded. Tenten simply rolled her eyes before trying to comfort Sakura... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Another ten minutes passed and the girls soon noticed that Hinata was squirming around like Sakura was earlier. "Not you too Hinata?" Tenten asked. Hinata simply turned her head as she continued to struggle and after a while, Hinata stopped moving and her face turned scarlet. She didn't say anything, she didn't need to; the smell made it very obvious that she had just completely messed her pants. "I hope rescue comes soon, otherwise we'll all be messing our pants." Tenten thought. Hinata kept silent, not at her embarrassment, but because... she was amazed at how good the poo felt on her bottom. Not to mention that... she didn't feel the slightest bit disgusted, the mushy warmness actually made her feel... happy, but she would never admit this to anyone, ever... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- About twenty minutes passed before Ino got a familiar feeling in her lower waist. "Oh no, this CAN'T be happening!" she thought. Ino did not want the others to know that she had to go so she sat still and tried to hold it in. The plan did not work very well and soon she had a firm load of poop in her pants. She just sat there, her face as red as red can be, thinking about how disgusting it felt to poop in her pants. Tenten noticed Ino's cheeks change color, "So now you've had an accident, eh Ino?" "Sh... shut up!" Ino bursted. "Well you deserved it for making fun of Sakura." Tenten pointed out. "Besides... it can't be that bad, can it?" "It feels terrible!" Ino described. Tenten stayed quiet, now she had to go to the bathroom... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A few more minutes passed and Tenten was now moving around in her seat trying to avoid messing herself. Ino sighed, "Just go in your pants Tenten, it's not like we'll be rescued anytime soon." Everyone stared at Ino in disbelief, had she really just encouraged Tenten to poop in her pants? "What? She'll feel better sooner, I'm just trying to help!" Ino said in her own defense. "Well.... you can't just tell her to poop her pants like that!" spoke Sakura, "We..." "It's alright Sakura, Ino's right.." Tenten admitted as she slowly stopped squirming and pushed the poop into her pants. At first Tenten felt disgusted, but after a minute or two she realized that it didn't feel so bad after all. It wasn't terrible like Ino had said. She mushed it around a bit, ignoring the scent. chapter 5 "You done yet Hinata?" Ino asked as Hinata peed in her pants and caused a puddle to spread all the way to Ino's feet. When Ino noticed that the puddle had stopped spreading, she began to soak her pants. "When are we getting rescued?!" Ino complained. "They can't be far away," Tenten assured, "but... they ARE taking a bit too long. I wonder what's holding them." Almost half an hour had passed since the girls had all messed themselves and now all four of them and completly soaked their pants. All they wanted now, was to get out. It was not long after that, however, that the ground began to tremble, again. "T...t.. two in o... one d.. day?" Tenten gasped in surprise. The earthquake did not last long, but when it was over, Ino realized that her legs were free and that she could move. She then stood up and freed the other three girls. "Finally, we can get out of here!" Ino celebrated with triumph. Before the ninja could even begin to walk up the wall, however, the earth once again began to shake! "A... aftershock!" Sakura gasped. The aftershock, however, was the least of their worries. Another wall of the cave, weakened by the original quake, had begun to collapse. All four girls stumbled towards a tunnel next to where Hinata was sitting and wound up having to make a dive for it. They made it, but Sakura and Ino both landed on their bottoms thus squishing the poo all over their butts, something that they were both trying to prevent. Nobody said a word and the four ninja got up and began looking for a way out of the tunnel. They searched for what felt like hours and eventually they found a staircase leading to the surface. When the girls got out, they were in the forest and in the distance could see lights. "That must be the camp." Ino pointed out. Sakura began to walk towards the lights, "Yeah, let's go." Eventually all four girls had found their dorm, but something was off. The lights were on, but... all four of the knew that they had left them all off when they went training that morning. It could only mean one thing! Someone was inside! The girls, not wanting to get caught in their predicament, snuck around to the back and looked through the window. Sure enough, a lone member of ANBU was standing in the room. "What are we going to do?" Ino whispered to Sakura. "I don't know, we should probably wait till she leaves." Sakura whispered back. "Ohhhhh, I wanna' get changed now!" Ino complained in her softest voice. "Well we can't..." "Well what do we have here?" the ANBU agent interrupted. All four girls turned around, shocked at the fact that they had now been caught. "Had a little accident, huh?" the agent said when she noticed the bulges in their pants and the wets spots on the front of their pants. "We don't tolorate this kind of thing. Ninja do not have accidents!" "Wait," Sakura bursted, "we were trapped in that hole over there and couldn't get out. We had no choice!" "Don't give me that! We checked that hole and no one was found!" informed the agent, "I bet you all did this just to make us mad!" "What! That's crazy!" yelled Ino, "We would never..." "Yeah right! Now... you girls are going to be punished for this," the agent spoke, "but that'll have to wait until in the morning, for now, you're going to go straight to bed, without changing yourselves!" Ino was shocked, "B.. but..." "No buts! Go straight to bed NOW!" the agent shouted. The girls, shocked but scared, did as they were told and walked into their dorm. "I can't believe this," Ino mumbled. "It won't be that bad Ino." comforted Hinata, "It's only one night." "Yeah, but...." Ino sighed, "whatever, I just want this to be over with. Good night." Everyone exchanged "Good night."'s and went to sleep, all in their very wet and messy pants. Two of them liked it, two of them hated it, but none of them had a choice. All they could do, was wait until the next morning... chapter 6 The next morning, Hinata was the first to awaken. She sat up and was soon reminded of the events from the previous day. The next thing Hinata noticed, was that she had to go the bathroom. She hopped out of bed and walked over to the bathroom door. It was locked! Hinata then remembered what the ANBU from the preveous night, she was not to change, but did that mean that she would have to go in her pants again?! Hinata pondered this as she crawled back into bed. Hinata layed there for a few minutes and soon figured that she had no choice and that even if she did mess herself a second time, no one would notice because she'd already gone in her pants once. Soon, Hinata found herself pushing the firm load into her pants and when it was all over she was shocked. Had she really just pooped in her pants without a second thought? On the previous day she held it in for as long as she could before letting go, this time, she actually laid there and pooped her pants! Not to mention, Hinata liked, nay, LOVED the feeling of having warm, mushy poop in her pants. Was she going crazy? What was causing her to be like this?! All of these questions spun through her head like some sort of tornado. Hinata did not know what was happening to her and she was afraid that all manner of bad things would happen as a result of these things. Hinata soon tried to calm herself down by telling herself that everything would be okay in the end, that when these three months in camp were over, she would be back to normal. Hinata's thoughts, however, were soon interrupted by a loud knocking on the door. "Open up!" came a voice from the other side of the door that Hinata recognized as the ANBU agent from the prevous day. Tenten, who was woken up by the agent's knocking got up and opened the door, still wiping the sleep from her eyes. "Alright, up-an-at-em!" the agent roared, "You girls are coming with me!" "Wha.." mumbled a very sleepy Ino. "GET UP!" the agent shouted. Sakura and Ino practically lept out of their beds at this and were at the door in a flash. "Pack your bags, and make it quick!" the agent commanded. The girls decided that it would be best just to do what the agent said, she obviously was not the type you would want to argue with. "Are all of you finished? Good! Now follow me!" The ANBU agent then used some sort of teleportation jutsu on herself and the girls and soon they were in an office of some sort. "Alright, you're dismissed Junna." came a voice from the other side of the room. The girls turned around to see a woman in her mid-thirties with light brown hair, light blue eyes, and breasts that rivaled Tsunade's. She had a serious look on her face and one look at her could tell you that she was a person of great importance. "Very well," Junna said in a monotone voice before walking out the door. "I bet... that you girls are wondering why you are here." the woman began. "My name is Chima, I am head of the diciplinary committee here at this camp. From what I've been told, you girls have acted in an extreamly immature fashion and as such, you must be punished." "But..." Sakura interrupted, "we didn't do this on purpose! Yesterday's earthquake trapped us all underground... we had no choice!" "Nonsense! We checked that very same hole you speak of, and not a single person was there!" Chima explained. "But.. that's impossible!" bursted Ino, "Do you really think that we would mess in our pants on PURPOSE?!" "No buts!" Chima exclaimed, "You will accept your punishment and there is no way out of it! Now... for your punishment.... there is an underground facility here at camp where we send delinquents like yoursleves. You are to spend the rest of your stay there. No if's and's or but's." Chima stood up and walked over to the four girls. "Now, you all will come with me." Chima used the same teleportation jutsu that Junna had used earlier and they found themselves in a long hallway with doors lining both sides and a bench inbetween several doors. The girls could only wonder what was coming next. "Now we wait..." Chima said sitting down on one of the benches, but before the other girls could sit, they heard footsteps coming down the hall.... What could happen next? Chapter 7 All four girls turned around to see four ANBU ninja walking towards them. None of them were wearing masks and Sakura recognized two of them as Junna, the one who brought her to camp, and Yukayo. The other two girls were a mystery to Sakura, one was a tall, slim woman with dark blonde hair and bright green eyes, the other was a small, petite woman with hair as white as snow and deep blue eyes. When they made it to where the girls were standing, Chima nodded her head and paired each ANBU with one of the girls. Sakura with Junna, Ino with the blonde haired woman, Hinata with Yukayo, and Tenten with the woman with white hair. Afterwards, Chima walked away and the four ANBU ninja led their respective kunoichi into one of the rooms on the hallway that they were standing in. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sakura -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sakura and Junna walked in and as Junna locked the door Sakura observed the room. There was almost nothing in the room, there was a large table in the middle of the room a couple of benches on the walls and a door on the other side of the room. The walls were bare. Junna pointed to the nearest bench, "Sit down please." Sakura hesitated for sitting down meant squishing the poo in her pants around (well, more than it already was), but Sakura figured that she had no choice and sat down anyway. "Now, do you have to use the bathroom?" Junna asked. "Y.. yes." Sakura answered, "I need to go." "Go in your pants." said Junna. "What?" Sakura blurted, was she really asking her to go in her pants? "Go in your pants!" Junna commanded. "B..but..." "No buts! Do it!" Junna was almost yelling. Sakura didn't know what to say she just sat there for a bit before finally flooding her pants a second time. "Good, now you can change." offered Junna. "Really?!" Sakura exclaimed. "Really." Junna responed, "I'll even do it for you, just get up here." Junna motioned towards the table in the middle of the room. Sakura did as she was told as she was quite anxious to finally get these soiled panties off. After Sakura got onto the table Junna pulled Sakura's pants off followed by her messy panties. "My my, you certaintly are messy Sakura." Junna teased as she wiped Sakura's bottom. Sakura was slightly embarassed that she was being changed by a full grown woman but at the same time... she didn't care. She was just glad to have gotten those panties off! This did not last long, however, as she soon felt Junna putting something on her that she hadn't felt in years. It was a large, white diaper! "Wh.. what are you doing?!" Sakura gasped. "All will be explained soon enough!" Junna smiled as she fastened the tapes and slid a new pair of pants onto Sakura's diapered bottom. Sakura was speechless, was she really wearing a diaper? Why was Junna doing this to her? Why? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ino -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ino and the blonde haired woman walked into the room, identical to the one Sakura and Junna were in, and the woman locked the door. "Name's Harue, what's yours?" the woman asked in a nonchalant tone. "Ino." Ino mumbled. "OK Ino, sit down in that bench over there." Harue ordered. "What? No, I'm not doing that!" Ino resisted. "Sit!" Harue yelled. "No way!" Ino shot back. Harue simply walked over to Ino and shoved her into the bench. "Now, tell me, do you have to use the bathroom?" Harue said in an impatient tone. "Yeah, you're letting me..." "Use your pants." Harue commanded. "Heck no!" Ino bursted, "I'm not doing it twice!" "You will go in your pants!" ordered Harue, "The sooner you go, the sooner we can get you changed." At this statement Ino seemed happy and was soon pushing a large load of poo into her pants. "Alright," Harue sighed as she checked Ino's pants to make sure that she really did go in her pants, "No let's hurry up and get you changed, just get up here already." Harue motioned to the table in the middle of the room. Ino did as she was told and Harue repeated the same changing procedure as Junna did. Harue then began to slide the diaper under Ino, "Don't worry, we'll explain later." Harue explained before Ino had the chance to complain. After Harue fastened the tapes and put her, Ino's face turned red and the two walked towards the same door that they used to enter the room. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hinata -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yukayo and Hinata entered another room with the same layout as the last two. "So Hinata, I see we've had an accident." Yukayo smiled. Hinata turned red at this statement. "Don't worry, everyone has accidents." Yukayo encouraged. "So tell me.... do you have to go to the bathroom now?" Hinata simply shook her head. "Hmmm... OK!" Yukayo walked behind Hinata and checked her pants. "So you've messied your pants twice without changing! Tell me, do you like pooping your pants?" Hinata just stood there, she had no idea what to say. She didn't want to tell the truth but she didn't want to lie either. "Don't worry, I won't judge you." Yukayo comforted in hopes of getting a truthful answer. Hinata closed her eyes and mumbled, "Yes." Yukayo grinned, "Cool! I love pooping my panties too!" Yukayo then pulled her robe up to reveal that she was wearing a thick diaper and from the way it was sagging, she was in need of a change. Hinata was shocked by this, why was Yukayo wearing a diaper? "Sit down." Yukayo requested as she sat down on one of the nearby benches. "....Okay." Hinata mumbled as she sat down poo mushed everywhere on her bottom and out of her panties and into her pants. Hinata's face turned red again. "Doesn't that feel good?" Yukayo asked closing her eyes. "I'm sorry to say it Hinata, but I have to get you changed now.... I have to put you into a diaper..." Hinata was shocked by this statement. Diaper?! Why did she have to wear a diaper?! Yukayo stood up, "Lay up here." Yukayo motioned towards the changing table. Hinata did as she was told, albeit slowly. She didn't want to get changed, she still loved the feeling of her messy pants. "Don't worry, being diapered isn't that bad." Yukayo comforted as she slid Hinata's pants off. "Oh my, you're just plain filthy girl!" Yukayo teased. Yukayo took off Hinata's panties and cleaned her up before putting her in a diaper and pulling a spare pair of pants out of Hinata's bag. Yukayo then proceeded to put Hinata's pants on for her and Hinata stood up. Hinata didn't entirely hate being diapered, the diaper was comfortable around her bottom and it was quite soft. "Alright, let's go!" Yukayo motioned Hinata towards the door. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tenten -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tenten and the white haired woman walked into another room that was a carbon copy of the other three. "Hello, my name's Fuyuki, yours?" the woman asked. "I'm Tenten, nice to meet you!" Tenten smiled. "Nice to meet you too.... Now, do you have to use the restroom?" Fuyuki asked. "Yeah, I don't have to go in my pants again do I?" Tenten asked. "I'm sorry, but... please go in your pants." Fuyuki requested. "It's alright," Tenten sighed as she soaked her pants. As the warm wetness ran down her legs, Tenten secretly admitted to liking it, but she did not want anyone else to know, it was such an embarassing thing to like after all. "OK, now get upon that table there, I'll change you." pointed Fuyuki. "Alright." Tenten did as she was told and laid down on the table to await changing. Fuyuki changed Tenten in a surprising swift manner and soon had a diaper out and was putting it on Tenten. "Wh.. what? A diaper?! Why?!" asked Tenten. "Don't worry, things will be made clear soon." Fuyuki answered. Tenten, now well padded, got up off of the table and the two walked out of the door. chapter 8 The four girls and their ANBU partners exited the changing rooms at about the same time, all of them red with embarassment. "You too huh?" Ino sighed when she noticed that Sakura, Hinata, and Tenten were also diapered. The other girls simply gave a nod or "Uh huh." "Alright, we better get going." Junna motioned as she started walking away. Everyone followed her to a door on the far end of the hall. She pulled open the door and led everyone in. The room was surprisingly bright and cheery when compared the the cave-like corridor from before. The walls were painted a light yellow color and there were three doors, same shade of yellow, on each wall. In the middle there were several chairs arranged in rows of five. In front of them all was a large, wooden chair, and in it, sat Chima waiting patiently for the girls to sit down. The girls quietly sat down in chairs and Chima began to speak, "You girls are probably wondering why you have been brought here.... and why you have been put into diapers." There was a pause. "You four have committed an act of extreame immaturity, you purposely soiled your pants for your own amusement. Things like this cannot be tolerated here and as such you have been sentenced to spend the rest of your stay here. Here, in this... underground camp, so-to-speak, you will be diapered 24\7 and babied by your caretaker, the lovely women that changed you earlier. Yes you will be using your diapers and you will be changed as your caretaker sees fit. You will, however, be allowed to eat regular food but you will still be fed by your caretaker. You can wear your regular clothing unless your caretaker says otherwise. You are not allowed to change yourselves, you are not allowed to enter restricted areas." Chima then proceeded to list off the rest of the rules. Most of it was basic stuff such as "do not start fights" and other obvious things like that. Strangely enough, punishments were not so much as mentioned. "...Now you will be escourted to your rooms. It is still only mid-afternoon so I suggest that you spend the rest of the day getting settled in. By the way, I almost forgot to mention that your stay here has been increased by one month. Your parents have been told that you are opting for a special elite class. This is part of your punishment, do not object.... You are dissmissed!" The four girls were led by their caretakers out of the room, Ino and Harue went left, Sakura and Junna went right, and Tenten, Hinata, Yukayo, and Fuyuki took the door behind Chima. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ino & Harue -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harue led Ino down a hallway that branched off into other hallways and had rooms all along it. Eventually they reached a door marked "Baby Ino" and stopped. Harue opened the door and the two entered. Inside was a medium-sized room with a small bed, and a few other basic pieces of furniture in it. The walls were painted a dark shade of blue, something that Ino liked, there were no windows, and there was a box of changing supplies halfway shoved under the bed. The only unusual thing in the room, was the large black dome at the top. Ino could not figure out what it was, but she did not care. She only wanted this trip to be over with. "This is your room." Harue explained. "You can have the rest of the day to yourself, just be in bed by midnight." Harue simply walked out of the room and headed for who knows where. Ino began unpacking her bags hoping that this camp wouldn't be as bad as she thought it would be... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sakura & Junna -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sakura and Junna walked down a long narrow hallway. It branched off in several places and had doors all along it on both sides. They did not go far before they reached a door marked "Baby Sakura". "This is it!" Junna announced. Junna opened the door and the two walked in. Sakura's room was nice, the walls were painted pink and had cherry blossoms painted onto the walls. There was a small bed to the side, and a few other basic pieces of furniture. Like Ino's room, there was also a large black dome on the ceiling. "This is where you'll be staying." explained Junna, "I tried to make it feel comfortable. Need any help unpacking your bags?" "No thank you." Sakura replyed. "Then I guess I'll be leaving." Junna smiled, "I'll be back to check on you later, until then you can do whatever you want!" "Alright," Sakura responded, "I'll probably stay here though, don't want to get lost!" "Right!" Junna walked out the door and left Sakura to unpack her things. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tenten & Fuyuki -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tenten, Fukyuki, Hinata, and Yukayo walked into a room that was almost identical to the preveous room only there were no chairs and the door to the right was quite large, made of steel, and was clearly locked. "What's behind that door?" Tenten pointed to the large steel door. "That's where bad girls are sent to." Yukayo answered, "If you break the rules then they lock you up!" The girls continued on through the door directly accross from where they were standing. "I see... have you ever been locked up?" Tenten asked. "Out of curiosity, I mean!" "Once." Yukayo answered, "It wasn't all bad... it was actually kind of fun..." "Hmm... What about you, Fuyuki was it?" Tenten inquired. "I've been behind that door but never because I had broken the rules." Fukuki answered in an almost... monotone voice. Soon the girls reached a fork in the hallway, Tenten and Fuyuki took the left path, Hinata and Yukayo took the right one. Tenten and Fuyuki walked for quite a while before they reached a room labeled "Baby Tenten" and entered. The room was painted light green, had the same basic furniture as the other rooms, and, of course, a large black dome on the ceiling. "This will be your room." Fuyuki spoke. "You will find everything you will need in here. Shall I help you with your things?" "No thanks." Tenten denied. "Very well, I shall be leaving. You may have the rest of the day to yourself, but you are required in bed by twelve PM." "Okay." Tenten replyed as she unpacked her things and Fuyuki exited the room. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hinata & Yukayo -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "This is going to be great!" Yukayo exclaimed as she and Hinata walked down the hall. "I can't wait!" "...This might not be so bad..." Hinata thought to herself, "Being in a diaper's not so bad..." After a while the two reached their destination, a door marked "Baby Hinata & Baby Yukayo". The two walked into their room. "I had us put into a doubles room!" Yukayo excited, "Isn't it great?" "Yes, at least I won't be alone all the time." Hinata mumbled. The room was rather large, it had a large, probably about queen sized, bed on the left, a table, and two sets of the same ordinary furniture found in the other girls' rooms. The rooms were as white as snow and had pictures of various animals painted on them. One other thing of not was... there was no mysterious black dome at the top, the ceiling had the usual lights but no dome. "Well, this'll be our home for a few wonderful months!" Yukayo squealed with excitement, "Need help unpacking your things?" Hinata replyed by mumbling a simple "No." but Yukayo helped anyway. Now all four girls had their rooms, they spent the rest of the day in their rooms and eventually went to sleep. Things would begin to pick up in the morning... chapter 9 Sakura woke up and sat up on her bed. Her diaper crinckled and she was soon reminded of the previous day. She was unaware of what to do in the morning, so she thought it best to wait for Junna, or someone else, to come in. She had a need to go to the bathroom, but she decided to wait, just incase Junna allowed her to go properly. As if on cue, Junna walked in at just that moment. "Good morning!" Junna greeted. "Good morning." Sakura replyed. Junna smiled, "Ready for breakfast?" "Yeah, I guess." Sakura shifted around in her seat uncomfortably. She did not no what to expect when Junna said breakfast. "Alright..." Sakura stood up and followed Junna out the door. Junna took Sakura down the hallway and to a large double door marked "Cafeteria". The two walked in. The cafeteria was a large room with the walls painted yellow, the same shade of yellow used in the rest of this.... "camp". Tables both small and large were scattered around the room. Most of them were filled with girls, all in diapers, eating and chatting with each other. On the far side of the room was a window with a single lady handing trays with food out. "Shall we get in line?" Junna motioned. Sakura was relieved, at least she could eat normal food here. "OK." Sakura answered as she walked to the back of the line. Sakura and Junna both picked up their lunch treys, "Alright Sakura, I'll be back later." Junna spoke as she walked off towards a blank door next to where the breakfast line started. Sakura then began to look for a place to sit when she soon saw Ino waving to her from the other side of the room. Hinata and Tenten were sitting with her too. "Hi!" Sakura greeted as she sat down at the table her friends were at. "Morning!" Tenten smiled. "So..." Sakura began, "does anyone know what's going to happen to us today?" "I dunno' but it can't get worse than this." Ino complained. "That's not true," Hinata commented, "diapers aren't so bad... it could be worse!" "Trust me Hinata, it doesn't get worse than this!" claimed Ino. "She's already dirtied her diaper this morning." Tenten explained, "Her caretaker, Harue I think her name was, refuses to change her." "You're one to talk, stinky." Ino pointed out in reference to the fact that Tenten had also dirtied her diaper that morning. "It's not that bad," Tenten admitted, "Hinata's right, it COULD be worse." Sakura sighed as she wet her diaper, "I guess we'll just have to get used to it. We don't really have much of a choice." The girls talked until they all finished their meals and their caretakers came for them. The four girls and their caretakers exited the room before parting ways. "Where are we going next?" Sakura asked. "Well first I'm going to check your diaper." Junna answered. "Right here in the hall?!" Sakura exclaimed. "Yes, it won't take a second, now come here." Junna pulled Sakura to her and checked her diaper. Sakura's face turned red, "You're a little wet," said Junna, "but not quite ready to be changed." Sakura sighed, she had hoped that Junna would at least change her everytime she used her diaper. It seems that she was mistaken. "Alright let's go." Junna motioned. Junna led Sakura to another double door, not very far from the cafeteria, marked "Playroom". The two walked in and Sakura was amazed at what was on the other side. The room that they had entered was huge! It was easily the largest single room that Sakura had ever seen and on all sides were doors leading to who knows where. Another thing, the room was filled with many diapered girls whom Sakura assumed, was in the same predicament that she was in. "This is where you will spend most of your days Sakura." Junna explained, "You can talk, play, do whatever, just as long as it doesn't break the rules. Also, these doors surrounding the room all lead to smaller playrooms. You can enter and exit these rooms as you please but you are not allowed to leave the playroom area without my permission. You are also not allowed to enter that door over there without my permission." Junna pointed to a door marked "Changing Rooms", "you are also not allowed to enter that door over there without my permission either." Junna pointed to a different room on the other side of the Playroom marked "Caretakers and Adults Only!", "Got all that?" "Alright," Sakura acknowledged." "Okay, then I guess I'll be seeing you later, if you need me then knock on the 'Adults Only' door, alright?" Junna finished. Sakura nodded and Junna walked off towards the "Adults Only" door. Sakura turned her head and saw Tenten approaching her from one of the many rooms surrounding the central playroom. Sakura ran over to her. "Hey Sakura, have you seen Ino or Hinata?" Tenten inquired. "No, but they're probably in here though.... somewhere." Sakura responded. "Oh well, you want to go somewhere and talk?" Tenten offered. "Sure, why not." Sakura followed Tenten into one of the smaller rooms surrounding the main room. The room was small and decorated in a chilish manner with bean-bag seats, animals painted on the walls, a rainbow colored carpet. "Have a seat." Tenten motioned as she plopped down in one of the bean-bag seats. Sakura sat down in one of the bean-bag seats next to Tenten and they began to talk. The conversation was cut short, however, when a young girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, interrupted. She had hair that was dyed a dark shade of pink and was worn in pigtails that drooped down to her shoulders. She was short and petite and wore a dark blue jacket worn open with a bright red tube top underneath. Her headband was worn backwards around her neck and she had dark, brown eyes. She wore no pants, just a diaper. "I haven't seen you girls around, you new?" the girl spoke as she sat down next to Sakura. When the girls nodded, she continued, "I'm Amy, head honcho around here. You'd best learn to respect me or else there will be consequences." "Ummm.... okay." Tenten replyed, "It's nice to meet you Amy." "Hello." Sakura greeted. "Well, now that we're acquainted, I want you to know that... damn it! Wait a minute, Kishiko! Come 'er!" A short, chubby woman with long black hair walked over from the corner of the room, "Yes, what can I do for you Amy?" "I need to be changed, now!" Amy ordered. "Yes ma'am." the woman replyed before picking Amy up and carrying her out of the room. Another girl walked over to Sakura and Tenten, she looked identical to Amy only her hair was longer and was dyed blonde instead of pink. She wore a simple, two piece ruqun that was colored white and a dark shade of red. Her headband was wrapped around her right arm and without it no one would have guessed that she was a ninja as she did not look the part. "Hello, my name is Mariko. I hope my sister didn't cause you too much trouble. She tends to be bossy around other people and sadly her caretaker lacks self-esteem and is easily controlled." the girl explained. "It's alright." Tenten comforted. "Okay then, I just wanted to introduce myself and..." Suddenly the door opened and a woman walked through. She had thick, black hair that was worn short and was unusually tall for a woman. The woman waved to Mariko and walked behind her. "This is Kofuyu, my caretaker." introduced Mariko as the woman checked Mariko's diaper. Kofuyu whispered something into Mariko's ear and Mariko nodded her head. "Alright, I have to go get changed, I'll be right back." Mariko waved as she left the room with her caretaker. "Well at least we're not going to have a shortage of people to talk to." Sakura pointed out. "This might not be so bad." "Yeah, you're right, who knows, we might even have fun." Tenten admitted. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, as Sakura and Tenten made new friends in the playroom, Ino was sitting alone in another branch room at the far edge of the playroom. The rooms were not normally empty but Ino considered herself lucky that she was alone. "I can't take this anymore!" Ino thought to herself as she finished wetting her diaper. "I want to be changed now!" Ino had been sitting in her messy diaper since she woke up that morning and Harue still refused to change her. Ino suddenly stood up, she was going to go ask Harue one more time if she would change her. She walked out of the side room and over to the "Adults Only" door and knocked. A woman opened and Ino asked to see Harue. "What is it?!" Harue asked impatiently. "Can I PLEASE get changed now?" Ino begged. "No." Harue denied and walked back into the room slamming the door behind her. "That's it, I'm changing myself, I don't care if it's against the rules or not!" Ino schemed in her head. She snuck over to the door marked "Changing Rooms and let herself in. Inside was a hallway with several doors on the side. Ino picked one of the rooms that wasn't occupied and entered. Inside was a changing room identical to the one the girls were in after being diapered for the first time. Ino opened a shelf under the changing table and found some changing supplies in it. She grabbed a diaper and some wipes and hopped up on the changing table. She took off her pants and began to slide off her messy diaper, but just at that moment, the door began to open. Ino froze, for she had been caught "Well what do we have here?" came the familiar voice of Ino's caretaker, Harue. "You just couldn't wait to get changed could you?" Ino just laid there, on the changing table, dumbfounded and at a loss for words. Harue sighed, "I'm about tired of dealing with you damn it, and now that you've broken the rules I have to punish you!" Harue walked over to Ino and slid her messy diaper back on. Ino was disgusted all over again when the poo made contact with her butt but she was helpless to stop her caretaker. Harue put Ino's pants back on for her and picked her up in her arms. Harue carried a defeated Ino out of the room and down the twisting hallways that composed the underground complex that made up this "camp" until they reached the room with the large steel door from the day the girls were inducted into camp. "Wh... what are you going to do to me?" Ino stuttered. "Normally we caretakers are supposed to give a light punishment for a first offense," Harue answered, "but I'm tired of dealing with you so I'm locking you up here." Ino gave a scared look. "I'll put you in here for.... oh how about the rest of today and most of tomorrow?" Harue thought out loud. Harue pulled a key out of her robe and unlocked the large steel door. Inside there was an average sized room, it had dark, dreary walls with no real features on them, the same went for the ceiling, but the floor had a large, deep shaft with several large tags placed around the edges. There was a small amount of light coming from the bottom of the hole but other than that the room was completely dark. Harue walked, Ino still in her arms, towards the pit, "Let me explain you punishment... Ino. You will be kept at the bottom of this pit with the other delinquents until I personally come to bring you out. Your diaper will not be changed while down there but you will be fed by a caretaker stationed at the bottom. Other than that, you do what the caretaker tells you to, otherwise you will recieve severe punishment." "They have punishments more severe than this?!" Ino thought to herself, "I just want to get out of this hell hole!" "One more thing, don't try to escape. It won't work. These tags on the sides of the pit supress chakra on a massive scale, even ANBU agents can barely walk up walls with these seals in place." Harue warned as she carried Ino down into the pit. As they decended, Ino noticed several other girls sitting around the edges of the pit. When they got to the bottom Ino noticed a short hallway with three doors at the end, one marked "Cafeteria Access", another marked "RESTRICTED", and a third marked "Baby Kokiko." There was a woman standing in the hallway facing out. She had long white hair, dark green eyes, she looked quite similar to Fuyuki, but she also looked to be a little younger than Yukayo. A long, white ANBU robe flowed down the woman's petite, slender body. Ino could only guess that she, like everyone else in this Godforsaken "camp", was wearing a diaper and from the smell, was in need of a change. The smell coming from the woman reminded Ino of something unusual, she had been in a messy diaper all day and yet, it did not smell bad at all. Not only that, but she had not developed a rash normally associated with wearing dirty or wet diapers for long periods of time. Now that she though about it... she didn't get a rash when she messed herself after falling into a pit during the earthquake even though it smelled absolutely terrible. Ino was puzzled by this but her thoughts were soon interrupted by the woman with white hair's words. "Is she here to do time?" the woman asked in the softest, most delicate voice Ino had ever heard. "Yeah," Harue answered, "I'll be leaving this brat with you, Kokiko." Harue sat Ino down on the ground and proceeded to walk back up the wall. "So what's your name?" inquried Kokiko. "Ino." the young kunoichi muttered. "Alright Baby Ino, I'll be your caretaker until Harue comes back for you." Kokiko smiled. "My name's Baby Kokiko, don't worry things aren't so bad here! There's never a dull moment down here!" Ino almost rolled her eyes, but caught herself and stopped, everyone in the room except for herself and Kokiko looked as though they were on death row. Only two of them didn't have their head down in their arms. One was a short-haired red-head dressed in nothing but a raddy looking shirt and a diaper that had clearly leaked and was almost overflowing with waste. She looked to be about Ino's age, maybe a year or two younger and had a mischievous smirk on her face. The other was a tall, woman who looked completely out of place with a long, almost regal-looking dress that was a deep green with silk bows tied around her waist, and her dark blond hair was worn in long pigtails that went down almost to her waist. They too were tied with ribbons of fine silk. Neither of the girls even remotely resembled ninja, but Ino did not care she just wanted to leave this place! Ino did not really know what to do so she crawled over to the wall next to the red-headed girl and laid back, she had been trying all day not to sit in her mess and had been very successful. Just as she was about to sit down, however, the red-head grabbed Ino and used her hand to squish the poo in her diaper all around inside Ino's diaper. The girl then lept up and ran to the other side of the room. Ino was disgusted and confused at the same time, why had she done that? "If you keep this up then you will not be leaving anytime soon!" sighed Kokiko as she grabbed the girl, "I'm sorry Baby Ino, you'll have to excuse Baby Koyumi here. She's a bit of a troublemaker I'm afraid." Ino began to stand, she was going to give Koyumi a piece of her mind! "I wouldn't waste my time with a pathetic street urchin like her." the tall woman in the dress spoke. "Street urchin?" Ino quizzed. Kokiko sighed... again, "Little Koyumi here was picked up off the streets. You see there was a time a while back were we had a drastic shortage of members here at camp. We offered kids, just like Koyumi, a home and food if they agreed to spend the rest of their childhood and teenage years here... most of them accepted and our numbers grew. We were, and still are, one big happy family!" The tall girl rolled her eyes, "Bah. You shouldn't waste diapers on worthless kids who can't even fend for themselves. I say just kick them all out and let them starve." "And that's why you keep getting sent down here, Baby Anii," said Kokiko, "just because you're wealthy does not mean that you can have your way one-hundred percent of the time!" "Whatever," Anii spoke as if she didn't hear a word Kokiko had said, "just watch, in a few months I'll be a caretaker and you won't be able to punish me for anything I do or say!" This whole conversation only got a few of the kids sitting around the room to look up, none gave a verbal response, and some didn't even so much as move. It was quite gloomy inside the bowels of the pit. Pits, pits, pits! Why was Ino always getting stuck in pits? She now wanted nothing more than for this trip to be over, she sat next to the wall and braced herself for what was to come, these thoughts and more running through her head. She began to soak her diaper as a sign that she had given up and was ready for anything this pit and this camp could through at her, to her, nothing was worse than the predicament she was in now... chapter 11 Ino sat in silence with the other girls at the bottom of the pit. No one else made a sound except for Kokiko when she talked to some of the other girls every so often and Koyumi who was up to whatever mischevious deeds she could think of without getting caught. From touching other girls inappropiately in order to create awkward situations that were embarassing for the victim, to making other girls soil themselves by scaring them. Koyumi only came for Ino once but promtly got a foot to the face. Ino didn't really kick that hard so little Koyumi wasn't hurt at all. She never came near Anii, in fact Koyumi seemed to avoid Anii for some reason. Of course, Ino could sense that you would not want to get on Anii's bad side. A few minutes after Ino kicked Koyumi, Anii approached Ino and sat down next to her. "Annoying little bitch isn't she? I believe that she's a homo from the pranks she pulls.... I would never fall for her that's for sure!" "You're....?!" Ino gasped as she put some distance between herself and Anii. "Why of course!" Anii answered, "Guys are all creeps and freaks. I would be much happier with any woman that a man!" "Really? I know some pretty cute boys in Konoha." Ino claimed in reference to Shikamaru, Choji, and, of course, Sasuke. Anii turned her headband so that the front was visible to Ino. She was from the Sound Village! "Not where I come from! We've got snakes, spiders, and fatties among other freaks." "I.. I thought that this camp was exclusive to Konoha kunoichi!" Ino exclaimed. "Let me tell you a little story, Ino." Anii began. "Remember when you were told that this camp was once in desperate need of new members?" Ino nodded. "I joined up... the Sound Village is not a good place for a girl like me..." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anii -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There was once an extremely rich couple who lived on the outskirts of the Land of Sound in a grand mansion that was the best money could buy. The couple one day had a daughter whom they spoiled... and neglected. Eventually the girl was sent to Otogakure in order to be trained as a ninja so that the parents wouldn't have to deal with her. Orochimaru agreed and put her under the leadership of the Sound 4 to be trained and possibly added to the team. The girl, however, had other ideas... The young girl returned to her room in Otogakure after a particularly hard day of training. She simply laid down on her bed. Soon there was a knocking on the door and, before the girl even had enough time to respond, it opened and in stepped the familiar shape of Kidomaru. "What do YOU want?" the girl spoke with a glare. "I came to say that you did a good job today." Kidomaru claimed, "Keep that up for a while and you might catch up to us!" "Say what?!" the girl gasped, "You mean.... how much training do I still have to do?!" Kidomaru chuckled, "You have a lot of training to do! As of now you're only about bottom-barrel chunnin level!" The girl was taken back at this, she was expecting to be done with her training in about a week or two. She had worked so hard for so long, she thought that it had to be nearing the end! To find that she still had "a lot of training to do" was a bit of a shock. "There's no turning back now... Anii." Kidomaru turned towards the door, "After all, Orochimaru-sama has already placed the cursed seal on you." With this final statement Kidomaru left and Anii was left alone. She had her curse mark on her right breast, on the right side. It consisted of three perfect circles arranged in the usual triangle pattern. Anii considered herself to be pretty good with her curse seal. Even though she was only "bottom-barrel chunnin level." She could even fully utilize the curse seal's level two! Anii reached under her bed, but there was nothing there! Anii lept out of her bed and searched the space under her bed frantically. Almost immediately, the door opened and Tayuya stepped in. She was holding a single light blue box that was fairly large, but small enough to fit under Anii's bed. Anii's eyes widened when she noticed the box. She new exactly what was inside. "Well well, I never expected you of all people to be into something like this!" Tayuya opened the box and showed the familiar contents to Anii. The box contained several diapers as well as some changing supplies and a pacifier. Anii's face turned scarlet and she turned away. "This CAN'T be happening!" she thought. "Feh, don't worry, I won't tell anyone damn it!" Tayuya closed the door and walked closer to Anii. "Get up damn it!" Anii stood up and faced Tayuya, not knowing what to expect. She was shivering somewhat, of course, that was to be expected. She HAD just been caught by one of her superiors! Tayuya, sensing Anii's extreme uneasiness, flashed the diaper that she was wearing under her shorts. This seemed to make all of Anii's fears about what would happen next vanish into thin air. "You know, it's kind of nice knowing that there's someone else into diapers besides me in this hell hole Orochimaru created." Tayuya explained, "Are you diapered right now?" Anii shook her head. "Well then, let me help." Tayuya smiled with an extremely unusual air of kindness. Tayuya sat Anii's box on the foor and grabbed a diaper. Then she ordered Anii onto the bed, took her (Anii's) pants off, and diapered her. Anii's face was slightly red the whole time. "There!" Tayuya smiled as she let Anii put her pants back on. Then Tayuya grabbed a chair sitting beside a table located in the far corner of the room and sat down. "So... how long have you been into diapers?" "For quite some time." Anii answered, "I started about a month or so before being sent here. My parents were never home so it was a simple manner to get away with it." "Ah, I see. I started when I was poisoned by an enemy on a mission. The poison left me temporarilly incontinent. I was forced back into diapers for a while. That... was utter hell. The others refused to stop with those god damn insults... but when it was over, I decided that I liked diapers and diapered myself in secret from time to time." Tayuya explained. The two Sound ninja continued to talk about being diapered, the fantasies, as well as other things until it neared the time for lights out. Tayuya stood up. "Um... Anii. Could you change my diaper?" Tayuya requested with scarlet cheeks. "It's only a little bit wet." "May I ask why? You can change yourself can't you?" Anii smirked. "I.. I just want to know what it feels like to be changed by someone else." Tayuya answered, her face turning a deeper shade of red. "I diapered your rich girl ass, it's the least you could do..." "Alright." Anii smiled as Tayuya laid down on her bed. Anii slid Tayuya's pants off followed by her diaper, which was rolled up and thrown into the trash, and proceeded to re-diaper her. "Thank you." Tayuya waved as she walked out the door. As Tayuya left... Anii could tell that they would be friends, but then... she began to plot an escape plan. She never liked Otagakure, and did not wish to live there any longer! The next day, after training was finished, Tayuya came to visit and Anii began to discuss her plans to escape Orochimaru's country. Tayuya actually agreed, she only pretended to be loyal so that she could live, after all Orochimaru could have her killed at any given second. Tayuya, however, would not be able to take part in the final plan. She was too busy doing missions with the Sound 4. Almost a month passed, and Anii was ready to put her plan into action. She had worked very hard and by this time was at least mid- or high- chunnin level, mostly thanks to her curse mark, her affinity towards fire-based jutsu (Anii is a natural fire-type.), and the way in which she excells with clone-jutsu, much like a certain Jinchuriki (minus the insane chakra amounts). Orochimaru was planning to invade Konoha soon and Anii was going to be given a faction of the invading force. She planned to use this to her advantage. The plan was simple, she would order her ninja to rush in head first using a single basic clone to regroup with them in a short amount of time. Meanwhile, the real Anii would simply run away into the forest. On the day of the invasion, Anii put her plan into action. Everything went just as planned and Anii managed to run away into the woods. She soon ran into something quite unexpected, however, she ran into a small group of ANBU and as she tried to run away she tripped and fell. Her box full of diaper supplies fell onto the ground and its contents spilled out. The ANBU stopped and told Anii of an all-girls camp where everyone was in diapers all day, every day. Anii was free to join as they were in desperate need of members, but she could only join on a single condition. She would not be allowed to leave the camp until she was eighteen years old. Anii simply shook her head and agreed to the deal. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "....and I've been here ever since." Anii finished. Ino sat silently for a minute. The fact that there were people who actually enjoyed wearing diapers felt extremely foreign and yet so close all at the same time. She began to think that.... while it may take some getting used to... this camp might not be so unbearable after all... chapter 12 It was a cold winter's night in the blood-soaked streets of Kirigakure. All of the lights in all of the homes were out, everyone was sleeping.... except for one little girl in a medium-sized, middle-class home in the main residential area. The girl had been eagerly awaiting her parents' return. They were both ninja, jonin level, who were expected to return from a week-long mission that night. The girl, only four years of age, had spent the last week with her aunt, who was ruthlessly strict to say the least, and couldn't wait to be free of her. After quite a while the girl heard the sound of the front door opening and she was overjoyed. The girl loved her parents, even though they were Mist ninja, they were unusually kind, especially towards their daughter. Oddly enough, they specialized in assassination and would kill their enemy or target without a second thought, no matter who it was. Speaking of assassinations, the mission of which the girl's parent's had just returned from was an assassination. They were supposed to slay the leader of a resistance movement attempting to overthrow the Mizukage. The group had been growing in size and power and it had caught the attention of the government. Although the girl didn't know the specifics, after all she was only four, but when her parents left, she felt a great sense of dread, almost as if something bad was going to happen. Her parents' return, however, vanquished this sense of dread. The girl ran out of her room and practically leapt the staircase, her parents were awaiting her at the bottom. They had a couple of scratches and a bruise or two, but other than that, they seemed to be alright. Both were young, in their lower twenties, and were dressed in the traditional jonin clothing. The mother had long hair that she was always dyeing different colors, currently it was dark blue. She had dark, brown eyes, and was taller than most women, but not by much. Her father was average height for a man, had light blue eyes, and his thick, jet black, unkept hair was going out in every direction. "Mammy, Daddy!" the girl ran into her parent's open arms. "It's good to see you too." the father whispered into his daughters ear. "We simply couldn't wait to return home to see you again, was everything alright with your aunt?" the girl's mother asked. The girl nodded with a smile and a simple "Uh huh." It was at that time that the girl's aunt walked into the room. She had jet black hair, much like her brother, and wore a long, black robe. "I suppose that my services are no longer required?" the girl's aunt inquired. "Yeah, thanks for the help!" the girl's father answered, "It's a long way back to your house, would you like to stay here for the night?" "No, I will be fine by myself." the aunt replied. "...Alright, then I'll be seein' ya'." the father waved as his sister exited the building. The girl and her parents spent some time up togeather before heading off to bed, it was quite late after all. The next day things went pretty ordinary, the girl walked with her parents through the village. There were no missions that day so the family of three had all day together. Later that night, the girl awoke to the sound of glass shattering. Scared, she jumped out of bed and ran into her parents' bedroom. They were not there. The girl's heart was pounding as she half-ran, half-walked down the stairs. By now she could hear voices, of which she recognized as her parents, but there were also other voices she had never heard before. When she reached the bottom of the stairs a horrifying sight awaited her. She reached the bottom of the stairs just in time to witness her parents taken out by two kunai to the spine. Both died instantly, and their killers? Mist ninja, presumably from the reistance organization who's leader died at the hands of the girl's parents. There were three men, and one looked over at the girl. "What should we do about the girl?" he asked. "Just leave her, she's of no danger to us." the second ninja added. The third one simply nodded his head, and then they all left. Within mere seconds afterwards, a small squad of Mist ANBU entered the room and began pursuit of the resistance ninja. They passed the girl as if she didn't even exist. The girl, however, was completely devastated. Everything she had ever known in life had been taken within an instant. Soon she was sobbing like she had never sobbed before. After a few hours, no one had come to the house and the girl had managed to calm down. Her tears were only slowly falling down her face now and she began to wander around the village. She had nowhere else to go, Kirigakure did not have orphanages, and she had no family to turn to. She was completely alone in the world. All she took with her from her home was a couple of ninjutsu scrolls, she had always been facinated with ninjutsu, and a photo of herself and her parents. She brought the scrolls because she treasured them, she had always wanted to be a ninja even though she was but four years old. Learning to live off of the streets was extreamly tough for the girl. She had to learn what was and what was not edible when searching the trash, and when she did not succeed there she had to steal food. Some days she just didn't eat at all and had to go hungry. This went on for a couple of years and even though she was young, the girl had become quite adept at thievery, or so she thought. It got to the point where all most all of her food and clothes were stolen, although she tried to make her clothes last as long as possible, she found that the clothing shops had better security than food shops for some reason. Eventually, however, she was caught in the act and wound up actually having to flee the village. She then began to jump from town to town and, by stowing away on boats made it all the way to Konoha. She continued her life of thievery for several years, never getting caught, and hopping between towns and villages inbetween Konoha and Kirigakure. All the while, she tried to teach herself ninjutsu but she struggled at even the most basic ninja skills. In addition, her life of constant stealing lead to her developing a mischievious personallity, eventually it got to where she was always causing mishchief wherever she went, much like a certain blonde-haired, orange-jacket-wearing, ninja we all know. Her mischief got her into trouble sometimes though, like one time when she got caught pulling a prank on one of the boats she was stowing away on and wound up having to jump off and swim to shore (she had to teach herself how to swim during her years of travel). One day, however, when she was about thirteen years old, she grew tired of constant traveling and began to look for a place to settle down in. She one day found a network of underground tunnels outside of Konoha. The place seemed abandoned and uninhabited, a perfect place the girl thought. One thing she did not realize, however, was that the area in which the tunnels were located in was prone to earthquakes and that the tunnel was likely to collapse in several areas. One day, as she was exploring the tunnels, an earthquake hit. The sudden shock was enough to make the girl soil herself.... and cause the wall to collapse! Fortunately, the wall did not fall directly on top of her. It actually sort of collapsed in a dome-like shape around her. She could of kicked it away immediately, but she did not. She was too busy paying attention to how delightful her backside felt... that was until the rash hit... She could take the smell, it didn't seem to bother her, but the rash was very uncomfortable. She kicked her way out of the dome and walked towards the exit. She had a change of stolen clothes hidden near the entrance to the tunnels but as she neared the exit, two women in ANBU robes appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, and began to speak. "We've been watching you..." one of them began. "We understand that you have no home... and whe would like to offer you one." The girl stood silent, she couldn't tell if this was some sort of trick or not. Her silence was also caused, in part, because of her soiled pants, but there was something she wanted to believe about these two. She had always desired a home, but knew not where to find one. "There is a catch.... however..." the second ANBU mentioned, "In your new home, you must do anything and everything we say." The girl thought for a moment, she knew that if she accepted she would be freed from her life of homelessness and loneliness, but something about the "...anything and everything we say." part she was nervous about. Nonetheless, she mumbled "Yes." and a couple of tears escaped her eyes. The two ANBU took her underground, her soiled panties were removed and replaced with a diaper. She was then paired with a caretaker and her initiation was complete, she was now a member of the camp. It took almost no time at all for her to get used to the concept of being diapered, in fact she enjoyed it quite a lot. Not all things were good, however, the girl usually let her mischievious side get the better of her and, as a result, was always in trouble. Nonetheless, she had never been happier in her life... except maybe with her parents, but by that time she had managed to push those memories to the back of her head. Her life had been a hard one, but finally, she had a place where she was happy and where she felt like she had a true home. chapter 13 Meanwhile, as Ino was being punished, Sakura and Tenten were continuing their conversation in the small social room. "Yeah..." Sakura paused for a moment, as if thinking about something, it only lasted for a couple of seconds, "You know, diapers aren't all that bad. They're soft, comfortable.... and having to use them isn't so bad... even though it IS disgusting at least it doesn't FEEL like it." Tenten smiled and said, "Yeah, you're right, it doesn't feel all that bad. In fact, once you get past the fact that you're sitting in your own waste, it actually feels kind of nice..." Tenten's face turned slightly red and she shifted around in her seat. "I... I wouldn't go that far!" Sakura exclaimed, "I mean, it's bearable, but I still don't like it!" Just then, the door opened and Amy waltzed in, freshly changed, with her caretaker, and fell back into the same bean-bag she was in before. "Now, where were we?" Amy began again, "Oh yes, I want you to know that I'm gathering up my underlings, we're going to get those morons up 'in charge' to make me a caretaker. For too long have I been wronged by being forced to suffer as a lowly 'baby'. I deserve SO much better, I deserve complete ownership of this organization!" Amy paused, and Sakura glanced at Tenten with an annoyed look on her face, Tenten returned the gesture. "I'll pretend I didn't see that," Amy warned, "Anyway, we'll be meeting in the room connected to this one. I would advise you to be there, if you know what's good for you." She pointed to a door on the side of the room. "And be sure to come in wearing clean diapers, we don't need any messy girls at the meeting. I'll be seeing your diapered butts later!" And with that last statement, Amy stood up and walked through the door she had just pointed to. It was when she did this, that Sakura noticed the seductive way in which Amy wiggled her ass as she walked and how almost every move she made seemed to try and show off at least one of her assets. Sakura didn't think much of it though, she was just glad that Amy had left, she was just so damn annoying with the way she seemed to think that she was queen of the world! It was not long after, though, that Mariko walked through. "Welcome back," Sakura greeted. "Feel better?" Tenten asked in a simple attempt at making small talk. "I guess you could say that, Tenten was it?" Mariko gently sat down in one of the bean-bag chairs accross from Sakura and Tenten, "Though poopie diapers are always the best, I guess it was beginning to sag a bit." Sakura and Tenten both nodded, although Sakura just did it to be nice while Tenten was wholeheartedly agreeing. "I heard my sister talking to you earlier," revealed Mariko, "you'll have to just put up with my sister I'm afraid, she's extreamely spoiled and she thinks that she's the most important thing on Earth. You don't have to go to her little 'meeting' if you don't want, she rarely backs up her threats." Sakura and Tenten seemed somewhat relieved at this, and the three girls continued the conversation, just to pass the time. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, while all of this is happening, Yukayo is taking Hinata on the grand tour of the whole facility. They had just left the large playroom and were continuing through the halls, where to, Hinata knew not, nor did she care, she was just enjoying the walk. "Umm... Yukayo," Hinata stopped walking. "What is it sweetie?" Yukayo asked." "I think I'm about to make a stinky," Hinata's face turned bright red and she tilted her head towards the ground. "It's alright Hinata, just go, that's what that big, fluffy diaper's there for!" Yukayo comforted. "O...o..okay..." Hinata mumbled as she slowly released her bowel's contents into her diaper. She felt a great sense of pure joy spread through her body as she did this, but she hid it well. "There we go!" Yukayo hugged Hinata and almost lifted her off the ground in so doing. Hinata's face turned a darker shade of red. "Now doesn't that feel better?" Hinata gave a nod and a simple "Mmm hmm." She was beginning to feel better around Yukayo, if she could just get used to how awkward this whole ordeal was, she was confident that this would be an enjoyable experience. Hinata began to smile. "Alright, well then leeeeeeeeeeeet's go!" Yukayo exclaimed, seemingly overjoyed that her little 'baby' was at least enjoying herself. The two girls continued walking and they visited many different places. They passed a room marked VIP, they went to the offices and greeted the higher-ups, well... most of them anyway, they stopped by quite a few rooms and had short little conversations with the other girls and caretakers. They even stopped by the cafeteria and grabbed some lunch, Yukayo was even nice enough to let Hinata eat in the caretaker's room because Sakura, Ino, and Tenten were not there at the time. The end of the day came fairly quickly for Hinata, and after dinner she and her caretaker were back in their room getting ready for bed. Hinata, dressed in a light blue, one-piece teen sleeper with the Konoha symbol all over it, a gift from Yukayo for being her favorite little baby girl, and the same diaper she'd been wearing all day. Hinata was a bit embarassed at wearing a sleeper but she found that it was at least comfortable. "Oh dear, I hafta' go poopie, right now!" Yukayo announced in a babyish tone. Yukayo got on top of the bed, took her robe off revealing her clothing underneath, which wasn't much, she was only wearing a bra and a diaper underneath, and, even though Hinata was the only one in the room, turned her butt to face the other side of the room as if she wanted the whole world to know that she was going to make a mess in her diaper. Yukayo gently messed herself in front of Hinata's scarlet face. "Oopsie, I've been a bad girl." Yukayo seemed to mumble to herself as she jumped down off of the bed and went to go put some pajamas on. Yukayo, Hinata noticed by total honest accident, was quite a sexy young lady, she was tall and slender, had breasts that were larger than most women's, but not quite the size of someone like Tsunade, and she had an ass that was the envy of every woman on the planet. Yukayo, now dressed in her solid light yellow pajamas. "Well.... I feel great!" Yukayo told Hinata as she moved the poop around in her diaper, "Ready to go to sleep?" "But... but there's only one bed?" Hinata asked puzzled. "That's okay, we'll both be sleeping togeather, I slept here last night, you were just asleep by the time I came in, silly!" Yukayo explained. "Don't worry I won't be doing anything dirty, you're probably in love with some boy somewhere right?" Hinata blushed, she had almost forgotten about Naruto, how could she ever forget about Naruto! Hinata got into bed next to Yukayo, who gave Hinata a motherly kiss which caused Hinata's face to turn red, fell asleep. Caretaker's were suppossed to act like mothers I guess. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back with Sakura, Tenten, and Mariko, the three girls talked for a few hours before egressing out for lunch togeather, with their caretaker's permission of course. By now, Sakura had messed her diaper, but had gotten used to the unusual feeling. Plus, she wasn't quite as disguested as whe was in the hole where she messed her panties thus starting this whole mess. "Maybe Tenten, was right," Sakura had thought to herself, "this isn't so bad." When lunch was over, Fuyuki came in and took Tenten off to get her a diaper change, Sakura was told to wait until later. The three girls returned to the main playroom and entered a different sideroom, one that Mariko claimed was her favorite of the rooms, and continued with their conversation. The three girls talked the day away and before they knew it, it was time for dinner. The girls ate togeather and when they were done they followed their caretakers back to their rooms. "Alright Sakura," Junna motioned for Sakura to come to her, "it's time to get you changed!" "Okay." Sakura walked over for her diaper to be changed. Junna told Sakura to get onto the changing table kept in the room, which Sakura did, and slid her pants and diaper off. After wiping Sakura's bum and applying powder, Junna got out a fresh diaper and put Sakura in it. She then put Sakura's pants back on and told her to get dressed for bed. Sakura grabbed a two piece pajama set with cherry blossom decor and slipped into bed. Junna turned out the lights for Sakura and soon the young Leaf kunoichi was fast asleep. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tenten's night went pretty similar to Sakura's although she did not get a change despite the fact that she had wet earlier. Tenten's pajamas were solid green, a birthday present from Lee from a previous year. Although they made her look like another clone of Gai, she had taken a bit of a liking towards them, they represented the friendship she had built with her squad over the years and she began to miss them all. She felt somewhat sad, but was soon asleep. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The rest of Ino's day in the pit was a dry one. Nothing much happened except for a few attempted pranks by Koyumi and the occasional caretaker coming to tell some girls that their punishment was over. When lunch and dinner came around all of the girls were all brought treys with food on them, which they ate, and they all slept that night on small matts brought out for them. Ino just hoped that her punishment would end tomorrow as she drifted off to the land of dreams. chapter 14 The next morning, Ino was the first to stir. Her eyes gently opened up as she laid up and threw her blanket off, however, she soon grabbed her blanket again. It was cold down in the pit! Pretty soon, Ino realized that her stomach was growling. She thought this somewhat odd as she normally did not get hungry until late in the mornings. Perhaps she had simply overslept? Ino pondered this for only a moment before another matter caught her attention. She was in need of a bathroom, in more ways than one! She held on for a while, resisting the inevitable, before finally giving in and relieving herself in her diaper. She laid back down and moved the poo around with her bottom until it was in a more comfortable position. She was not quite as grossed out as she was in the pit, but perhaps that was caused by the fact that she had been sitting in her own mess since the previous morning. Ino gave a light sigh and waited for everyone else to wake up. About twenty or so minutes later, the other girls began to wake up one by one. Anii and, fortunately, Koyumi were the last two to wake up and before long Kokiko came in to serve breakfast. She also checked everyone's diapers, for what reason, Ino did not know. The caretaker had no reason to, after all, she was not permitted to change any of them. When she got to Ino, she said aloud, "Oh, it seems that Baby Ino has made a mess of herself!" Ino's face turned red at this. "Did she HAVE to tell the whole world?" Ino thought. "Don't worry. I talked to Harue earlier, she said she's coming to pick you up soon!" Kokiko comforted in a soft tone. Ino brightened up at this statement. She was finally going to get out of this place! Excited, Ino sat up, scarfed down her breakfast, and waited impatiently for Harue to arrive. About five or so minutes later, Anii's caretaker came and picked her up and Koyumi began her mischevious agenda for the day. Her first victim? Ino of course! Little Koyumi crawled up behind Ino and in one swift motion, she reached down Ino's back, unbuttoned her bra, and snatched it off before taking off to the other side of the pit. "HEY! What do you think you're doing?!" Ino yelled, infuriated, "Get back here!" Ino jumped up and chased the girl all around the pit. She was eventually grabbed by the arm.... by a familiar lady too! Harue had at last arrived! "Give me that you dumb twerp!" Harue grabbed Ino's bra out of Koyumi's head and hit her square on the head. Koyumi fell down on her bottom and, rubbing her head, replied, "Awww. Why'd you do that mommy Harue?" Harue sighed, "I thought I told you to stop calling me 'mommy', I'm NOT your mother!" Harue turned and faced Ino as she handed the girl's bra back to her. "Here, put this back on and let's go!" Ino did as she was told and, without a look back, she exited the pit with Harue. When they got to the top of the pit, Harue let Ino down and said, "Well..... it's about time for a change, isn't it?" Ino was relieved by this, "Yes, please!" she said with a nod. "Alright then, follow me." Harue motioned Ino to follow. The two made their way to a changing room. On the way, Ino began to ponder something. Harue seemed to be acting a little... well, different. Normally she acted like a complete jerk, but today she seemed nice. Of course, Ino wasn't complaining. In the changing room, Harue got out all the necessary materials. She slid Ino's pants and diaper off revealing her very messy bottom. She cleaned Ino up, applied powder, and slid a new diaper on. It was then that Ino realized how good a new diaper felt when compared to a messy one and how much she liked the feeling of clean diapers in general. By now she had gotten past the fact that she was wearing diapers, and only cared what was in them. A wet diaper she didn't mind. It was the messy ones that she hated. At least, that was what she could tell from her limited time spent back in diapers. Harue, with a smile on her face, led Ino to the main playroom and explained its purpose. After that she sent Ino on her way. Ino looked around the playroom for a while before she saw Tenten waving to her out of the corner of her eye. She ran over to the familiar face. "Hi Ino, where have you been?" Tenten questioned, "I haven't seen you since yesterday morning!" "You.... don't want to know." Ino answered, "Let's just say you don't want to get in trouble here!" "So only a day in and you're already in trouble, eh pig face?" came the voice of Sakura from behind. "Oh don't start with that again, billboard brow!" Ino shot back. "You're one to talk, Ino-pig!" Sakura retorted. Tenten sighed, "I knew this was going to happen." "Hello." came a familiar, soft voice. Tenten turned and saw Hinata standing there in her regular clothes. Well mostly, a pacifier was hanging from her neck. Sakura and Ino were too busy arguing to notice. "Hello Hinata," said Tenten, "where have you been, I hardly see you anymore!" "Oh you know, I've just been hanging out with Yukayo!" Hinata replied. "What's that?" Tenten quizzed, pointing to the pacifier hanging around Hinata's neck. "This? It's just a gift from my caretaker. She says I look cute with it." "Oh, alright." Tenten hesitated for a moment, "Say Hinata, are you by chance.... enjoying your stay here?" "Oh.. um... well... it's alright, I guess." Hinata stated, trying to hide her true feelings, "It's not as bad as I thought it would be." "Okay," Tenten responded with a hint of dissappointment, "You wanna' go sit down somewhere and chat?" Hinata nodded her head with a smile, "Sure, okay." Then the two walked off towards one of the side rooms, Sakura and Ino still continuing their pointless arguement. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A short while later, Ino and Sakura stormed off in opposite directions. Ino thundered off into the crowd and soon ran into a familiar face. "Well look who it is!" Anii greeted with a smirk, "Ino, if I remember corrctly." Ino nodded. "You up for a talk?" Anii asked, most likely out of boredom from her tone. "Yeah, sure." Ino answered, wanting to get as far away from her hated rival. "Then follow me!" Anii beckoned as she walked off towards a side room. chapter 15 Hinata and Yukayo entered their room together, having shared a friendly chat on the way there. Hinata yawned, "I'm tired." The young Hyuga girl crawled into bed and casually made a mess of her diaper. Yukayo laid down next to her and did the same. "Hey Hinata," Yukayo began, "do you like it here? I mean, do you really like here? If you had the chance, would you come back?" Hinata was silent for a while. She new her answer, but she wasn't sure if she should tell the truth. This was a very personal matter, of course! Eventually, she came to the decision to answer truthfully. She really didn't want to lie to her caretaker. "Y..yes... I would come back here every year for the rest of my life if I could. I love this place!" Hinata answered. Yukayo seemed reassured about something and asked another question, "How much do you enjoy wearing and using diapers?" Hinata did not know what these questions were for, but she answered anyway. "Oh yes, it's only been a few days... b..but I don't think that I could ever stop using diapers!" Yukayo smiled at this. It was at this time that Hinata wet her diaper. Now, Hinata had already wet this same diaper a few times. Hinata had overestimated the diaper's absorbancy and it leaked horribly all over her pants and the bed. Of course, Yukayo noticed. Yukayo was surprised at first, but then she got up and smiled, "Whoopsie! Looks like baby needs a changing!" Hinata stood up out of the bed, her face was a bit red, and Yukayo noticed that the girl's pants were soaked. It must have been a pretty big leak! Yukayo grabbed an extra pair of pants for Hinata and picked her up. Hinata was surprised by this move. First of all, she was surprised that Yukayo was strong enough to pick her up with such ease, and second, she wasn't sure she wanted people to look at her being held like the baby she is. Noticing this, Yukayo gave a few comforting words, "Don't worry, no one will look at us strange, most of us caretakers do this when faced with a leaky diaper. It makes the wet spot less noticable." "B..but.." Hinata stuttered. "No buts!" Yukayo plopped Hinata's pacifier into the young Hyuga's mouth and walked out the door. Yukayo and her little bundle of joy made their way to the changing room where Yukayo went through the usual procedures. When they were done, Yukayo motioned, "Come with me Hinata, I want to show you something!" Hinata, the pacifier still in her mouth, simply nodded and the two walked out the door. As the walked down the halls, Hinata felt as though something was about to happen. She didn't know if it was good or bad, or even if she was just imagining things. Nonetheless, the walk was a silent one down the long black halls of the "camp." They eventually reached the large playroom where the babies spent most of their days. Hinata thought that if felt weird being there when it was dark, it also looked strange as, with the exception of themselves, no one was there. Yukayo led Hinata to the "Adults Only" door, and entered. Hinata was hesitant to enter at first, but she hurried in when her caretaker motioned. Inside the dark room, Hinata could make out several doors with things such as "Relaxation Room," "Changing," and "Operations 2" on them. There was also a staircase in the corner of the room with a sign next to it saying "Operations 1" on it. What was unusual, though, was that an ominous glow came from the top. It gave Hinata a sense of bewilderment as to what was up there. Aside from that, there were a few tables and chairs around and there was a small counter with a few electronic appliances on it on the wall closest to the door. "Alright Hinata, let's go! I have something I really want to show you!" Yukayo motioned Hinata up the staircase. Hinata followed her caretaker. Hinata's life would never be the same again. chapter 16 The next morning, Tenten woke up with a need to use the little lady's room. She did not hesitate to load her diaper. She was uncomfortable about letting other's know, but she had to admit, she was enjoying her stay here. Much like a certain Hyuga girl, she had come to enjoy using her diapers, but she was not really interested in actually acting like a baby. This made her more of a diaper lover than an adult... er... teenage baby. Tenten got up out of bed and proceeded to get dressed for the day. Pretty soon, Fuyuki came into the room. "Good morning!" Tenten greeted. "Good morning." Fuyuki greeted back in her usual, emotionless tone. "I have a couple of questions for you." "Umm.... alright. What do you want to know?" "Are you enjoying your stay here? Answer honestly... please." "Ummm..." Tenten did not want to lie to her caretaker, but she did not want to tell anyone that she WAS enjoying her stay. "What the heck?" Tenten thought, "It's not like she would say anything..." "Yes." Tenten answered. "Next." Fuyuki continued, "Do you enjoy using your diapers?" "Wh.. what kind of question is that?" Tenten gasped. "That is none of your concern. Answer the question." ordered Fuyuki. "Al.. alright.... Yeah, I do enjoy... using my diapers." Tenten's face burned red. "Very well." Fuyuki began to exit the room. "You may escort yourself down to the cafeteria or playroom if you wish." "Alright, thanks!" a confused Tenten replied as her caretaker left the room. Tenten stood there for a short while, confused as to why her caretaker asked her those two questions an then left. Her stomach had other ideas, however, and she made her way to the cafeteria for some breakfast. "Good morning!" Tenten greeted as she sat down with her trey. "Good morning!" Sakura replied with a smile. Ino yawned, "Morning." "Where's Hinata?" Tenten asked. "I dunno' she's normally here by now." Sakura answered. "She's probably off with that caretaker of hers." speculated Tenten. "Yeah, you're probably right." Sakura nodded in agreement. Ino simply yawned. She was not exactly a morning person. The girls finished their breakfast and walked out of the cafeteria. "Later." Ino waved as she walked off towards her room, "I'm going to go take a nap. I dunno' why but I feel really tired this morning." "Alright, sweet dreams!" Tenten waved. Tenten and Sakura walked towards the playroom. Upon arrival, they selected a random side room and walked in. Coincidentally, they were in the same room where they met Amy and Mariko only a few days earlier. The girls sat down in the beanie bag chairs and began to have a friendly conversation with each other. A few hours passed, the two girls locked in their friendly little discussion. Eventually they decided that it was time for lunch. They walked down to the cafeteria and ate. When they returned they encountered a friendly face. "Hello!" Sakura greeted. "Hi." Mariko answered in a saddened tone. "What's wrong?" asked Tenten in a concerned manner. "Oh... it's nothing for you to be concerned about." Mariko sighed. "Please, tell us what's wrong." Sakura requested. "C'mon, we're your friends!" Tenten pleaded. "Oh alright... but only because you're my friends..." Mariko gave in, "You remember my sister Amy don't you?" Both girls nodded their heads. "Well... remember that silly little plot of hers to take over the camp, right?" Both of the girls shook their head no. "But, she did invite us to some gathering of her 'underlings.'" Tenten pointed out. "Oh yes, yes..." Mariko sighed again, "Well, it took place yesterday afternoon... she began to talk of a plan to take over the entire camp. Unfortunately, there were a few caretakers hiding inside the room and they took her away. She's probably in big trouble right now, she might even be expelled!" "Well she deserves it!" Sakura blurted out. "Yeah... but... she's still my sister!" Mariko explained, "Plus... she wouldn't be able to make it on her own... Our mother works here and aside from her and me, we're her only family. She has nowhere to go! She has no money and she's incontinent. She might be able to make some money as a ninja, but with her skills, she wouldn't make enough! She needs this place!" "I... I didn't know... I'm sorry." apologized Sakura, she hadn't realized that Mariko might actually care about her own sister. "I hope they don't go too harsh on her... for your sake Mariko." Tenten wished. "Yeah. If only.... if only there was a way to bring the old Amy back." Mariko mumbled to herself. "Excuse me? Did you say 'bring the old Amy back.'?" Sakura asked, confused. "Wasn't she always like this?" Tenten questioned. "No no! Not at all! She used to be the nicest little girl that ever lived... but one day, when she was about five years old, she just changed. All of a sudden she started acting like a spoiled brat. She became selfish and uncaring. I..." Mariko paused as if thinking about what to say, "I don't have any idea as to why!" "Huh... I wonder what could have happened..." Tenten pondered to herself. "I hope your sister is alright..." Sakura sympathized. "Yeah, if you'll please excuse me.... I've some things to take care of." Mariko began to walk away. "Alright... so I guess we'll see you later. Bye!" Tenten waved. Sakura waved as well, "Bye! “Bye!” Mariko exclaimed, she at least seemed to be perking up. “Umm…. Alright. Where were we again?” Sakura asked, hoping to renew her previous discussion with Tenten. Tenten began to answer, “Um… I think we were…” “Well, look who we have here!” interrupted a familiar yet foreign voice. The two diapered ninja girls turned around to see the familiar face of Hinata Hyuga. She seemed to be a bit different; however, the jacket she normally wore was open rather than closed revealing the light chain mail she wore underneath. Her pacifier still hung from her neck. “Hey Hinata! Where have you been all day?” Tenten greeted with a smile. “Oh, I’ve been hanging out with Yukayo. You know, having some fun doing what babies do.” Hinata answered in a confident tone that was completely unlike her. “Umm… Hinata, are you feeling…. alright?” Sakura asked, concerned. “I feel great! Better than I’ve ever felt!” the young Hyuga exclaimed. “Um… ok then, good to hear!” Sakura responded. “Ummmm…. Hey Hinata, have you seen Ino anywhere?” Tenten asked, trying to change the subject. “No, I’ve been looking for her.” Hinata answered, “I’ve already searched the playroom and most of the side rooms. I also went to her room and she wasn’t there.” Tenten sighed, “Oh, well… I’m sure she’s alright. She’s probably with her caretaker somewhere.” “Or she’s probably in trouble again!” Sakura giggled. “Yeah!” Hinata laughed with her pink-haired friend. “Anyway, I’m tired of looking. I think I’m going to go hang out with Yukayo some more. Later!” With that, Hinata walked off, seductively shaking her hips as she walked. After Hinata had left the room, Sakura whispered to Tenten, “Is it just me, or does Hinata seem a bit…. different?” “Yeah… she seems to have changed a little. I hope she’s alright.” Tenten seemed a bit uncomfortable. “I’m sure everything’s going to be alright.” Sakura comforted, but it was only a façade. She had the same concerns. “Let’s go sit down somewhere.” Tenten suggested. “Alright, let’s go.” Sakura agreed before the two walked towards the nearest side room. When they entered the side room, Sakura stopped to pee before sitting down. The two barely had time start a conversation, however, when Fuyuki stepped into the room. “Come here Tenten.” She commanded. “Alright, sorry Sakura, gotta’ go!” Tenten said as she did as her caretaker told her. Sakura simply said, “Bye!” before Fuyuki and Tenten left the room for an unknown destination. “Probably a diaper change…” Sakura thought and decided to wait for her friend, but Tenten did not return. Sakura sighed and left the room to go look for Junna, she was getting bored! Sakura gave another sigh, “What’s going on today? First, Mariko’s sister gets into serious trouble, then Hinata starts acting all weird, and then Ino disappears!” Little did little Sakura know, more changes were on the way! chapter 17 Sakura wandered the halls for a while before finally arriving at her room. She figured that this was as good a place as any to look for Junna. Sakura felt an unusual sense of nervousness as she reached for the door knob. She thought nothing of it and simply dismissed it as just a chill in the air or something of the like. As she opened the door, she was actually somewhat surprised to find Junna sitting on the foot of the bed waiting for her. "Mommy?" Sakura blurted out without thinking. Sakura paused, had she really just called this woman mommy? It was true that she did feel some connection between herself and Junna, but it was by no means close enough to be considered a mother-daughter relationship! ...or was it? Junna chuckled, "No, here I'm not mommy. I'm more like big sis." "Big sis?" Sakura seemed puzzled. "Yes..." Junna paused for a second, "We, all of us babies here at this camp, I mean, we're all a lot like sisters... We all share one mother." "Who's that?" inquired Sakura. "You'll meet her soon enough...." Junna paused again, for a bit longer than last time, "In fact.... no nevermind.... I... I have to go somewhere." "W... wait!" Sakura requested as Junna hurredly moved towards the door. "I'm sorry... see you later!" Junna spoke as she shut the door behind her. Sakura simply stood there for a minute, confused as to exactly what just occured. After a while she simply sighed and decided to look around her room for something to do. Sakura had yet to really pay attention to what her room contained. Before, all she had really payed any attention to was the bed on the right wall, the chest of drawers on the room's far side, and the small table in the middle. There was also a large wooden box in the corner and a bookshelf with its shelves loaded. This was strange because the young Leaf ninja could have sworn it was empty the previous night. First, Sakura walked over to the box and opened it. It was filled with various stuffed animals. "I'm not three!" Sakura thought, shutting the box. Sakura walked over to the bookshelf, maybe there would be something over there! Sakura was surprised to find it lined with medical books and a few of her favorite fiction stories. Now Sakura was not much of a reader, but when she was bored, she read on occasion. Seeing as she had nothing better to do, Sakura selected one of the books and layed down in bed. She removed her pants to her diaper to be more comfortable. Sakura read for a while and a few chapters in she felt the need to go. Knowing that holding it in would be futile, Sakura simply pushed the load right into her diaper and continued reading. A little while later, Sakura felt her tummy rumble so she got up, put her pants back on, put her book down and head to the cafateria. As Sakura finished her lunch and got up to leave, she, with the corner of her eye, caught Ino staring at her from the corner of the room. Sakura waved but Ino only smiled and continued standing. Sakura started to approach her friend but Ino quickly ran away. "Wh... what?" Sakura thought, somewhat hurt on the inside. Even though Ino was not really her friend anymore, she still thought her to be a good ally, especially in the situation they were in now! Sakura slowly walked back to her room. As she passed the entrance to the playroom, however, Hinata and Tenten exited. They seemed normal, except for the fact that they were holding hands like two lovers still in school. "Hi Sakura!" Hinata greeted, still in that unusually confident manner from before. Tenten seemed uncomfortable, "Hello." she said meekly. "Hello!" Sakura returned while thinking, "...again." "Well then... I guess we'll being seeing you then!" Hinata began to walk off, still holding hands with Tenten who quietly went along. "Um.. okay." Sakura waved as the two left. Sakura was left quite confused as to what was happening. All of her friends were acting really strange! Sakura had a strange sense of dread on the walk back to her room but no one was waiting for her this time and she picked up reading where she left off. Pretty soon, she fell asleep. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sakura awoke to find Junna sitting in a chair next to her bed. "Awake already huh?" Junna smiled. Sakura yawned, "How long have I been asleep?" "I don't know, I just came in to see if you needed a change." Junna answered. "Umm... yeah, I have made a bit of a mess." Sakura informed when she felt the poopie in her also wet diaper. Junna smiled again, "Alright, well let's get you out of that stinky diaper!" "Okay." Sakura agreed, getting out of bed with another yawn. "Come!" Junna motioned. "Wait, aren't you going to let me get dressed first?" Sakura questioned. Her diaper was still openly exposed. "No, it's fine!" Junna assured. "B..but..." stammered Sakura. "No buts! No one's going to care, I promise you!" Junna showed but a hint of impatience. "I.. if you say so..." Sakura hesitantly walked over to her caretaker. Junna smiled again, "Good girl!" Sakura's face reddened up a bit. The two girls walked down to the changing rooms where Junna changed Sakura's wet messy diaper. "Thanks." said Sakura as she hopped down off of the changing table. "Sakura," Junna began gravely, "I.... mommy asked me to bring you to her." "Alright," Sakura agreed, "What's she want?" "You'll see soon enough..." Junna seemed really nervous, "Please, come with me." Junna led Sakura down the hallways, into the playroom, and through the "Adults Only" door. Judging by the number of people left in the playroom, Sakura guessed that it was pretty late. Most of the babies were asleep by 9:30 or so, even though the caretakers were allowed to set whatever bedtime they wanted to if any at all. It was the same room Yukayo had taken Hinata to, even though Sakura had never seen it. Sakura followed Junna up the "Operations 1" staircase, a mysterious glow still eminating from the top. The staircase led into a fairly large, rectangular room with several unusual devices lined up on the walls. In the middle of the room, there was a crater-like indention in the floor with steps for getting down. In it, a medium-large-sized black dome, not unlike the one found in the ceiling of Sakura's room, with a large hatch ominously waited for who knows what. "Welcome!" came a voice from the other side of the dome. Sakura looked over to see who spoke. It was a woman whom she did not recognize, but she did know who was standing next to her. The question was, what was Mariko doing here? "Hello Sakura." Mariko smiled. Sakura was confused, "Mariko?" "Meet my mom." Mariko said, still smiling. "It's nice to meet you sweetie," the woman said as she walked over to Sakura, "my name is Miyu!" "Umm... hello." Sakura greeted, this woman was strange, she gave off a very ominous presence, but at the same time, Sakura felt comforted by her. Miyu appeared to be somewhere within her mid-twenties to early-thirties, but considering Mariko's age, she would have to have been quite a bit older. She wore her headband on her forehead, like it was meant to be worn. Sakura noticed that it was slightly chipped on the edges but assumed that it happened in battle at some point. The woman was dressed elegantly, wearing a two-piece kimono with many colorful, intricate designs all over it. She could have easily been royalty! Miyu had the same dark brown eyes her daughters had and back-length black hair. "Alright Sakura," Miyu began to walk towards the black dome but then stopped, "Actually, that can wait for a little bit, perhaps I should tell you a little about myself." "Umm... okay." Sakura responded, she really had no idea what was going on. "As I said earlier, my name is Mommy Miyu. I am the founder of this wonderful establishment! This whole diapered world, this whole family was started by me as a place for diapered girls to live in ultimate paradise and eternal bliss. I too have enjoyed my job as Mother more than anything." "This just keeps getting weirder and weirder...." Sakura thought to herself. "Now Baby Sakura, I want you to do somethng for me." Miyu spoke. "Y...yes?" Sakura had no idea what was coming next, she wasn't sure she wanted to know either! "I want you to get inside of here!" Miyu opened the hatch on the black dome in the middle of the room. "Alright, what for?" Sakura inquired. "That's for me to know, and you to find out sweetie!" Miyu answered, still retaining a motherly tone. "W.. wait, what's going to happen?" Sakura asked again. "Just please get in Sakura." Junna requested. Sakura sighed, "Oh alright." Sakura was more than a little nervous as she crawled into the cramped dome. She had a feeling that something was about to happen. Little did she know, her world was about to be changed forever!
My first fan fiction. This story stars Konata Izumi, a 17 year old girl from the anime Lucky Star, a favorite of mine. Here's a basic picture of her: http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs33/f/2008/295/b/6/Konata_Izumi_by_mario_anime.png *************************************************** A few hours into the night, Konata awoke in her bed to the signals of her bladder needing relief. She quickly jumped out of bed. "Wow, I really have to pee! It must have been all that tea I had before bed last night.” She thought to herself. Konata walked quickly out of her room and around the corner to the bathroom that was lit by the moonlight coming in from the small window at the top of the room. "I really must remember to go to the bathroom before bed from now on." She thought to herself again as she pulled down her pajama pants and panties halfway down her legs, sat down on the seat and proceeded to urinate. “Huh?” Konata said as she quickly noticed a warm and wet feeling had begun to form under her bum and legs, as if she was wetting herself. She looked down at herself where she was sitting, though she could see that all of her urine going into the toilet water below. It was only moments later that Konata awoken from what apparently was a dream state in her mind and her eyes slowly opened. She saw that she was no longer sitting on the toilet in her moonlit bathroom, but was now lying back in her bed in her bedroom. Konata let out a sigh of relief and rolled back over to go to sleep when she became conscious to a familiar sensation and noticed that she had the same warm and wet feeling from her dream between her legs and on the bed underneath her. “What? Why am I so wet?” She asked herself as she put her hand under where she was laying and quickly realized that her dream had partly became true. Fully conscious and awake now, she came to the fact that she had wet the bed and quietly gasped, immediately becoming mortified at what she had done. Konata immediately hopped out of her saturated bed and ran to the bathroom as quickly as she did in her dream minutes before. “I can’t believe I just wet the bed like a little girl!” She muttered as she pulled her pants down and sat on the toilet to finish peeing but only a small spurt came from her apparent empty bladder. She wiped herself and flushed the toilet then removed her wet clothing and pajama top and drew a warm bath to clean herself off. After she had finished her bath, Konata dried herself off and hurried back to her room to get dressed in dry clothes. She put on a pair of white cotton panties and a long, red night shirt that extended to her knees before looking over to her bed that had a large wet area where she had been laying. "I sure hope my dad doesn't find out about this." She thought to herself as she pulled off her wet sheets and set them into her laundry basket along with her wet clothes. Konata picked up her dirty clothes basket and scurried off to the laundry room downstairs to start the washer, still a little embarrassed about her accident but glad that her father was still asleep and that she had a good chance of him forever being oblivious about the situation. Suddenly, Konata felt the signals from her bladder coming back; apparently it hadn’t been completely emptied after all. It wasn’t the normal ‘first urge to pee’ feeling that was easily manageable either; it quickly became an urgent need as if she had been holding it for hours. Konata dropped the basket and immediately pressed her legs together as tight as she could. “Shit! Not this again!” She thought to herself as the running water from the washer only made her need worse causing her to jam a hand between her legs to hold herself. Konata hobbled out of the laundry room and made her way towards the bathroom only to find her dad had just walked in and the door closing behind him, apparently to take a shower earlier than normal. “No! Dad! Wait!” She yelled out stopping dead in her tracks, still holding on to herself trying to keep her aching bladder from contracting its muscles but by then her dad had the shower running and was unable to hear her daughter’s desperate cry. Konata banged on the door as hard as she could while keeping her free hand between her legs to keep from leaking, but to no avail, her dad had his water proof radio going at full volume. Konata realized that she was not going to be able to hold on much longer to her bursting bladder and decided to try and find another solution to avoid having another accident. “Why does this have to happen to me?” She thought to herself as she waddled her way to the upstairs bathroom. “Oh god, I hope I can make it!” Konata muttered as she slowly tried to make her way up the stairs. As soon as she took her first step, her bladder gave way and released a small trickle of urine and made a damp spot in her panties and her shirt where Konata was desperately holding herself. “Oh shi-” She whispered as she stopped walking and leaned forward to stop the flow just barely with the aid of the tight grip both of her hands were making. She gained back control and attempted to continue making her way up each step but as she lifted each leg, she leaked more and more spurts from her bladder until she could no longer hold it back any longer regardless of what she did. “No..!” Konata whispered as her bladder fully relaxed and released its urine, soaking up her white panties and a large wet spot began expanding around her tightly clenched hands, trickled down her legs and soon dripped onto the carpeted stairs under her feet. Her heart was beating at what felt like a 100mph as she again became mortified after wetting herself twice in the same hour. An embarrassed Konata let go of her tightly gripped hands as her bladder finished emptying for hopefully the last time. “I have to get this cleaned up before my dad sees it.” She muttered and quickly walked to the kitchen to get some carpet cleaner and an old towel and back to the wet spot on the stairs. Thankfully, Konata’s father was a man of long showers, but she took no chances and scrubbed the floor quickly until the spot was no longer there. She let out a sigh of relief then made her way back to the laundry room where she had left the washer door open. Konata stripped naked, dropped both of the wet articles of clothing into the washer and closed the door which started the washer. She then heard the downstairs bathroom’s shower shut off and realized that her dad was about come out. A naked Konata then made a mad dash to her bedroom upstairs with the cleaning supplies, shut the door and proceeded to remove the wet stain on her mattress. “That was a close one!” she said as soon as the bathroom door opened and Konata’s dad walked out. “Kona?” Her father called out as he knocked on her door lightly which startled Konata and causing her to jump. “Uh… just a minute dad!” she replied and knew that her dad must of heard her moving around. Konata quickly put on yet another pair of panties and another long night shirt, blue this time before hiding the carpet cleaner and towel in her closet and opening her bedroom door. “Kona? What are you doing up this early?” A curious dad asked her. “Uh… I just couldn’t sleep and decided to do some laundry before school.” Konata replied, relieved that she just barely got away with this morning’s charades. “Oh… I see. Do you want me to make you a hot cup of tea?” Konata’s dad asked. Konata remembered that tea was one of the reasons for her accidents this morning. “Uh… no thank you, I’m fine.” Konata quickly replied “Oh, well alright then.” Her dad said before finally leaving to the kitchen to make him some breakfast. Konata closed her door and let out a last, big sigh of relief. *************************************************************** So, I hope you enjoyed that story. I may write another chapter later but maybe I'll be too lazy, who knows? Comments and constructive criticism welcome. And if anyone has any requests for this character that you'd like to see made into a fiction, let me know as well. Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
This is a repost from Peesearch, so if you read it there, it is the same story and I am the author. If you have any doubts feel free to pm either of my accounts. Be warned, this is a fairly long story and get's pretty mature. If you aren't comfortable to extremely sexual situations, you may want to avoid the later chapters. This story thus far has been all wetting and desperation though. Enjoy. Chapter One: Emily It was a warm, humid morning in the midst of summer, slowly carrying into fall. A young women was waking up in a drowsy haze preparing for another day in high school. She was Emily, she was beautiful, had decently long black hair, pale blue eyes, and was a cheerleader. She was probably about 3 inches shorter than me, so I would say about 5'7. She was definitely not tall, but not quite short by today’s standards. She was Hispanic, but white skinned and had a tanner look then anything to her. She's like the cliché girl in high school everyone wants, and seems to always be taken. Like you would have a shot anyway.... ANYWAY, the only way to describe her was like she always had glitter on her face. Not in a bad way, but like she sparkled. It sounds almost surreal, and I doubt everyone would describe her quite THIS well, but it seemed like she was a goddess to me. Emily laid in bed, dreading getting up, and wishing she could sleep just a few more minutes. She was wearing some pale pink panties and a white t-shirt with no bra, nothing fancy. As she was about to drift back to sleep, she felt a familiar feeling in her lower stomach. She felt a strong pinch and knew she had to get up; she quickly sat up and closed her legs and kind of bounced with her hands in-between her legs. If you hadn't guessed it, she had to pee, and relatively bad. It wasn't anything like an absolute, dire situation, but it was bothering her and she knew she had to go sooner, rather than later. She really didn't have the energy to deal with no toilet anyway. As much as she hated the idea of standing, that's what she did. She finally built of the willpower to start her day, and first thing she did was beeline to the bathroom. She closed the door and quickly walked to the toilet. It seemed that whenever she entered a bathroom, or anywhere she could go pee, the urge got worse (key-in-lock syndrome). Oddly enough this didn't apply to other bodily functions, including orgasm. Although she was still a virgin and hadn't yet experienced a TRUE orgasm, she did notice an intense urge to touch herself more in more volatile areas, such as places she could be caught. She had yet to act on those feeling because she still felt it was disgusting and she really didn't know what she was doing anyway. But once again, her need to pee grew whenever an option to use the bathroom was in sight, reach, or she was standing knee deep in it (pool, ocean...ect). In this case, it was a toilet. She quickly jolted to the toilet to relive the urge. She quickly pulled her panties down to her knees and let them fall to the floor as she sat on the cool toilet, and a stream of urine hissed into the toilet. When she finished with her business, she, like always when she peed, neglected wiping, and pulled her panties up. A small wet spot formed at the bottom, but as long as no one saw it, which most likely wouldn’t happen since it was in a hard to see spot, and was very small, she would be fine. She finished up in the bathroom, brushing her teeth, styling her hair, and other various typical bathroom ritual type things, then walked out just a little more prepared for the day. She went in her room, pulled out some dark blue jeans and a mostly black t-shirt from her closet and got dressed. She started with the jeans which seemed to fit unbelievably well. Very snug, but weren't very constrictive on her (possibly because she was used to such things) and seemed to show off already nice ass, very nicely. She then put on a her tight shirt which came down far enough to where it didn't show any skin (which is unfortunate in her case because her body is magnificent) but was still tight and showed off her breasts nicely. Her breasts weren't the biggest, but they weren't small either. They were pretty much prefect. Not to the point where it threw her off and all attention went to them, and cheerleading became more difficult, but also not where there was nothing there. It only added to her cuteness/hotness (with her, cuteness and hotness seem to be interchangeable). After getting dressed she made the relatively quick five minute trip to her bus stop and waited patiently for the bus to come. She was the only one on this stop so it was kind of boring and lonely, but she enjoyed the alone time. It gave her a chance with her hectic life to actually stop and contemplate. When the bus finally came, she got on and was reminded that she was the last pickup, so it was straight to school from here, not to mention this particular bus wasn't very crowded just to add to the moment. She sat down alone in the front seat and day dreamed out the window at the currently wet, sunless day. It was peaceful and nice. Comments are welcome, and criticism is appreciated.
A Feudal Wetting Tale It was a day just like every other day after Inuyasha got over his little "transformation." Unlike other times, they did not have to fight for their lives. It seemed as though the demons of the surrounding territories had taken a break from hunting them. As soon as Inuyasha changed back to his demon form, he awoke. The act of transformation was like the ultimate adrenaline rush, thus there was no way he could back to sleep. Having nothing else to do, he took watch over the heavenly Kagome, nearly drooling over the thought of having her in bed. Before long, she started to toss and turn, as though there was a great pressure she could not great rid of. After a while, Inuyasha figured it out. She had to go to the bathroom, and badly! It did not help matters that Kagome dreamed of great waterfalls and rushing rivers, and, soon, her bladder, which had earned her the name "tiny tank" in school had just about reached its limit. The muscles in her tight pussy were fighting to hold back the flood, but were getting very tired, very quickly. Suddenly, they just gave out, and her pee rushed to freedom. Inuyasha saw a small stain appear on Kagome's sleeping bag, as well as a salty scent. It got bigger and bigger as Kagome relieved her aching overfilled bladder. This seemed to coax her back to the world of the living, her wondering why the area between her legs felt so wet. Then, she looked down, and started to cry. Inuyasha made a few noises symbolizing that she was waking up, and looked down. Seeing her crying broke his spirit, so he hopped down from the tree to talk to her. "Kagome...why do you cry?" he asked, keeping his distance in case of a sudden "sit" curse. "I...I..." she started, "I wet myself...I peed my pants again...." then, she started bawling again. "Umm..." he tried, not finding the words he needed," I'm sure...you'll be okay. I mean, you can just clean your clothes and your sleeping bag, right? "That's not the point!" she said, angrily, making Inuyasha back off, "just...never mind. You wouldn't understand. I'll be alright." "Keh. Fine then. See if I care," Inuyasha sneered as he leapt back up in his tree. A couple days later, Kagome was walking with the group, in usual formation, Miroku to her left, Sango to her right, Inuyasha forward, and Shippo tagging along behind, almost as if all to protect her in case of emergency. But, little did Kagome know, she was about to have an emergency. After taking a long break, Kagome started to feel her bladder fill yet again. She knew that she had drunk too much with her two lemonades, cola, and several glasses of water, but she had no idea just how much. A few minutes later, she was walking a little hunched over, her bladder screaming for just a little relief. A little spot of pee dampened her blue puppy dog panties, making her gasp. Miroku, ever so chivalrous, asked her "Kagome? Are you okay? Are you ill?" "No, No...I'll be ok. I'll be right back, okay?" she said, trying to control her bladder, a losing battle to be sure. "No. We need to get a little farther. You can wait" Inuyasha commanded, not even turning around. Kagome's bladder spasmed, "No, I can't! I need to go now! Look, I just really, REALLY need to go to the bathroom, okay? I'll be right back." "I ain't stoppin'" Kagome quickly weighed her options, and decided to keep going, lest she become lost. A few minutes later, her bladder was bulging greatly, and she had to stop every couple of minutes to contain herself, gritting her teeth, and crossing her legs. Shippo hopped up on Inuyasha's shoulder, and said, indignantly, "C'mon, Inuyasha. Kagome is really in trouble back there." To this, the dog demon only growled. By now, Kagome's bladder was so full that she could barely walk without a geyser erupting from between her legs. Her bladder wanted so badly to let go, to relieve the pressure, and feel emptiness. She let out a long spurt of pee, the wet spot on her panties growing larger with hot pee, but letting Kagome feel a brief second of glorious relief. Her hands flew between her legs, clasping over her panty-clad crotch, a tear dripping from one of her brown eyes. Sango asked," Kagome? What's wrong?" "I have to go...I can't hold it anymore... I have to pee-pee-tinkle, ANYTHING!!! Oh God...oh God...no! It's coming! I'm gonna wet myself!!!!" Kagome screamed as she pressed her skirt against her panties. pee gushed from her swollen peehole in a long burst. She leaked again and again, putting it at a point where she could no longer hold her pee. Urine flooded down her thighs, puddling on the dirt. She cried outright as she tried to regain control, but it just kept coming. Her panties were soaked completely, her green skirt going darker as she peed. Inuyasha was staring now as the girl peed herself right in the middle of the road. Her memories faded back to the first time she had ever lost control as a mature woman. It was the last period of the day, just after her lunch, and she had drunk just too much lemonade for her body to handle, despite the fact that it tasted so good. Halfway through, her bladder started to send signals for relief, but, alas, it was not to be had. You see, Kagome's teacher was very strict, and, seeing as this class was after lunch, Kagome was denied the chance to empty herself. Her need grew fast and uncontrollable. Soon, she was pressing her skirt against the crotch of her panties, white at that time, just to contain herself. Suddenly, just as the clock hit the fifteen-minute mark, she felt her crotch release. Copious amounts of urine flowed from her tight cunt, no matter how much she tried to stop it. She peed and peed and peed, flooding her panties, spilling over the chair, and puddling on the floor. The hissing sound was unable to be ignored, audible even above her tears. Back in Sengoku Jidai, Kagome was finally empty, feeling much better, and completely humiliated. She looked at her friends, all of whom were staring at her, and then ran off, crying her heart out. She went back to the well, through to her own time, and hoped she could get into her room to change. Just as she was about to get inside, her little brother, Sota, walked up the steps to her family shrine and home, and saw the back of his sister's skirt soaked again. She started to cry again, hearing him taunt her about her being unable to control her bladder, and ran up to her room. That night, she cried herself to sleep, and, weakened from her frequent embarrassments over the past few days, flooded her sheets, angering her mother, and earning more humiliation from her brother. From that day forward, she really did earn the nickname "Tiny Tank." Author: Zataku from easyshag.com
Chapter 2 of Unlucky Star. This is a continuation of my previous story, starting the very same day and taking place at Konata's high school. Again it stars Konata but also co-stars Kagami. Tsukasa and Miyuki are in it as well but don't make much of an appearance. Here is a picture of all 4 girls: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/13/Lucky_Star_main_characters.png Starting from the left is Tsukasa, Konata, Kagami, then Miyuki. ***************************************************************** “Konaaaaaaaaaaa!” was the first thing Konata heard that morning since her dad left her alone just a few hours before. “...unnghh..?” a still half asleep Konata muttered from her slightly parted lips before slowly opening her heavy eyelids and soon shut them tight to block out the morning rays from the sun coming though her bedroom window. Konata started to fall back asleep on her sheet less bed and grabbed one of her many pillows to lay on. Suddenly, there was a loud series of knocks upon her window, four to be exact. “KONAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WAKE UP, YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR CLASS!” a screaming girl just outside her window yelled. Konata immediately opened her no longer heavy eyelids and quickly sat up in her bed causing the pillow she was cuddling to fall on the floor below. “Huh? What?” said Konata, startled and much more awake now as she leaned over to her window and parted the blinds behind the curtains to see the purple haired girl standing outside with a impatient look on her face. “Kona?! Get up! You slept in!” Kagami exclaimed, her voice muffled from the glass but still audible. “Oh shit! I'll be out in a minute. Wait for me at the front!” Konata said as she let go of the blinds and jumped off of her bed. “I must of fell asleep last night... I must have been more tired then I thought after...” Konata said to herself as the memories of her early morning charades passed through her mind. She decided to just try and forget about what happened and get to class before she was late. After lifting her night shirt off of her small body, she dropped it on the floor and quickly grabbed her uniform from her closet. Konata got dressed as fast as she could, ran downstairs with her backpack and poured herself a tall glass of tea. She drank it down in about a minute as some of it dripped onto the floor and her uniform but she didn't seem to care. After setting the glass in the sink, Konata ran out the front door to meet a impatiently waiting Kagami on the porch. “Sorry Kagami, hehe. I must have slept in again.” “Don't worry about it, let's just get going. Before we're both late.” The two girls walked away from Konata's house and decided to take the quick route to school today. A route that Kagami had worked out was the shortest distance to school from her best friend's house as a result of many mornings like today where Konata accidentally slept in. “So what's your excuse this time?” Kagami asked. “Just had a rough night, I didn't get a lot of sleep.” “You really need to work on getting in bed sooner.” Kagami said, though she knew Konata wouldn't listen. Konata didn't seem to pay any mind to what she said and changed the subject. “Hey, you want to come with me to pick up the new Haruhi manga after school?” Konata asked, trying to steer the conversation away from this morning's horrible misfortune when she wet herself twice in one hour. “Sure! There's some that I want to check out as well.” “Awesome!” Konata said before she started to feel the sensation of her bladder as it began to feel up. She remembered that she forgot to use the toilet before she left the house. The feeling soon subsided but she pulled out her phone and looked at the time to see if she was going to have time before class to make a quick pit-stop. A gloom look formed upon Konata's face as both girls were only a few blocks away from Ryoo High School. “What is it, Kona?” “Oh... nothing. I was just hoping that I had enough I had enough time to pee before class, but we don't.” “I'm sure you'll be fine, Kona.” Kagami said and Konata didn't reply but put her phone back in her bag. Her urge to urinate came back shortly before they arrived at school and a little bit more then before as she started to regret that large glass of tea this morning, but she was so thirsty when she had woken up and didn't bother to think that she was not going to get a bathroom break until after 1st period. Both girls walked into the building which was filled with students going into their classes. As they both headed towards class, Konata saw the bathrooms to her left as they walked by it and she was so tempted to deviate from Kagami to use the toilet but decided against it figuring Kagami would stop her anyways. Konata thought that maybe she could ask to go to the toilet before class but remembered that her world history teacher Ms. Kuroi was still peeved at her from last night when she bailed on her during a boss battle in the MMORPG game that they both played, causing her to be killed and lose all of her experience that she had gained. Ms. Kuroi would never let Konata leave just because she forgot to use the toilet before school. She blew it off for now, and hoped for the best as she walked in the classroom with Kagami and they both took their usual seats next to each other near the middle of the room where Tsukasa and Miyuki were already sitting. “Hi Kona-chan, Hi sis!.” Tsukasa greeted them both and waved happily. “Hey guys.” Konata greeted back as she sat down in her seat. “Just barely making to class in time as usual I see.” Miyuki joked. “Yeah yeah, I know.” Konata smiled and laid her bag down on the floor. Ms. Kuroi closed the door signaling that class was now beginning and the four girls sat forward in their chairs. “Good morning everyone, please get out your textbooks and begin reading from page 250.” The blonde haired teacher said as she glared at Konata when her eyes past over her. Konata gave a sheepish grin until Ms. Kuroi looked away. Konata just planned to pretend to be reading while in reality she was going to day dream but as she bent down to pull out her textbook, her bladder's signals became stronger and her urine pressed to escape from her now full bladder. She quickly sat back up and gained back control over it and opened her textbook, pretending to read as planned. Minutes passed by and Konata's urge increased causing her to squirm in her seat and, eventually, cross her legs. She looked over to Kagami and the others who were so knee-deep in studying that none of them took notice to Konata's fidgeting. “I really wished I hadn't drank all that tea this morning, or forgot to use the bathroom before leaving.” Konata thought to herself as minutes became an hour and her need to pee increased almost twice as much; she could no longer keep her thoughts on much of anything other then her now desperately aching bladder. Konata looked around again, all of the students were still busy with their work. She desperately wanted to slide a hand under her skirt to take the edge off her bursting bladder a little but she really didn't want to make a scene, especially in front of Ms. Kuroi who she was sure wouldn't let her get away without being teased after what she did to her last night. “Shit, I really have to go and it's only halfway through class now.” She thought to herself as she bounced her legs in her seat, desperately keeping her bladder muscles from contracting themselves. Kagami took her focus from reading to stretch and yawn then noticed Konata squirming and bouncing around. “Kona..? What's wrong?” whispered the purpled haired girl. Konata looked up to Kagami and gave her a strained look. “I... really... gotta... go.” A stressed Konata whispered, stumbling on each word as she held onto her full bladder for dear life. “Oh... well... what are you going to do? Ms. Kuroi won't let you leave... she's still mad that you let her character die last night.” “I don't know...” Konata quickly responded under her breath. Ms. Kuroi soon took notice to the girls chattering and walked over to them but only seemed to focus on Konata. “Konata! Stop talking and get back to work!” She sternly said causing Konata to jump in her seat and lose control of her bladder, accidentally letting a spurt of pee escape into her light purple cotton panties. Konata pulled back hard on her bladder to stem the flow just barely but had to put her hand between her legs to keep the rest of it from coming out. “Y-yes ma'am.” Konata said as her face went red from embarrassment. Thankfully, Ms. Kuroi hadn't noticed Konata's desperation just yet. “Kona...” Kagami whispered when Ms. Kuroi was out of earshot. Konata didn't say anything but just looked at Kagami then back down at her textbook. Minutes dragged on very slowly and it was getting harder for her to control her bursting bladder even with her hand grabbing her crotch when Ms. Kuroi wasn't looking and her crossed legs that were frantically bouncing and squirming around to hold back her pee that was pressing against her bladder opening. Konata couldn't control it completely and every few seconds, she leaked more urine into her panties and eventually a wet spot grew on her skirt where she was desperately holding onto herself. “I.. I can't believe this.” Konata thought to herself when she looked down at the damp spot on her skirt. She looked up to the clock on the wall in the front of the room; it read 9:30am which means there was about 25 minutes left in class. Kagami, noticing Konata was on the verge of wetting herself, leaned over to her after making sure Ms. Kuroi wasn't paying attention. “Kona... just ask her if you can go...” she whispered. Konata knew she didn't have anything to lose, she wasn't going to make it until the end of class. She nodded towards Kagami and raised her hand in hopes that Ms. Kuroi would be somewhat sympathetic to her dire situation. Konata bounced and squirmed frantically in her seat while clutching her tight opening on top of her skirt. She waved her hand and Ms. Kuroi looked up from her desk at her, glared at her but answered her with an annoyed tone. “What do you want, Konata?” She asked impatiently. “Can I... go to th-the toiler.. err toilet?” Konata stumbled over her words again as more tiny spurts of urine escaped her hold causing the wet spot on her skirt to grow. Ms. Kuroi, now looking at Konata and realizing that she desperately needed to pee, grinned and walked over to her. “What's the matter? Gonna pee your panties?” She said to Konata. “N-no. Course not.” Konata responded, now holding herself with both hands as tightly as she could. “Then you can wait.” Ms. Kuroi smiled devilishly at Konata and walked back to her desk. “B-but, I really... have..” Konata couldn't finish her sentence before she was no longer able to hold back the flood of pee that was now streaming out of her like a pipe had just busted. “No no no no!!” Konata cried out as she completely flooded her panties and the front and back of her skirt. A puddle of urine pooled under Konata's bottom and dripped on the floor, forming another puddle under her seat. Tears welled up in her eyes as she noticed a lot of students were now gawking at her including Kagami, Tsukasa and Miyuki who all seemed to look more concerned about Konata more then anyone else. Konata's face went bright red as she peed for more then a minute and Ms. Kuroi, who was sitting at her desk and looking at Konata the whole time, smiled and started giggling. “Looks like you couldn't hold it after all, huh Konata?” Ms. Kuroi said with a smile, feeling as if she got her revenge on Konata. “I... I...” Was all Konata said before getting up from her wet seat and running out of class in tears to the bathroom where she tried to clean herself up as best as she could for the remainder of the class. “Poor Kona...” Kagami muttered sympathetically. “She must be mortified.” Tsukasa whispered in agreement with her sister. “I hope she'll be okay.” Miyuki added as the three girls nodded in agreement. “I can't believe I wet myself three times in one morning!” Konata cried to herself as she went into the nearest stale, pulled her skirt up and her panties down then sat on the toilet incase she had to pee more soon. She sat crying softly, waiting for her bladder to decide what it was going to do. Surely enough, a few minutes later, the urge to pee came back and she relaxed her bladder muscles as a slow but steady stream of urine poured out from her opening and splashed into the toilet below for about 15 seconds before coming to a dripping halt. Konata let out a sigh of relief and wiped herself clean with toilet paper before flushing it with the urine. She pulled up her wet panties and let her skirt fall around her slender legs then went over to the sink to wash her hands and wipe her eyes. Konata heard the bell ring outside the bathroom, signaling the end of 1st period followed by the sound of students pouring out from the classrooms and crowding out in the hallways. She looked down at her skirt and saw the wet spot that had formed around her hands then an even bigger wet spot on the back of her skirt in the mirror. Both spots have now dried up mostly and were just darkened stains but it still looked quite obvious that she wet herself so she had to think of something, and quick. “My sweater... but it's in my bag, which I left it in the classroom.” Konata remembered. “How can I go out of the bathroom looking like this?” Konata asked herself when the door to the bathroom opened. She immediately covered her wet spot with her hands before realizing who it was. “Looking for this?” Kagami asked, holding up Konata's bag. “Thank you Kagami, I'm sorry... for...” “Don't apologize Kona, it happens to everyone sooner or later.” Kagami interrupted. “I guess so...” Konata replied as she pulled a dark blue sweater out of her bag and tied it around her waist to cover up her pee soaked skirt. “I wet my bed this morning... then I wet myself again in the same hour. That's why I didn't get much sleep last night.” Konata admitted to Kagami with an ashamed look on her face. “Oh Kona... you just hadn't had a good day at all did you?” Kagami put her hand on Konata's shoulder. “You could say that.” “Don't worry about it, Kona. Me and the other girls will always be here for you no matter what.” Kagami said as she hugged Konata. A smile came to her face and she hugged back, feeling a lot better that she had the support of her friends. “Thanks Kagami.” A now cheerful Konata said as she pulled her bag over her shoulder. “Come on... let's get to our next class.” Kagami said with a smile and both girls walked out and met up with Tsukasa and Miyuki. ***************************************************************** Hope you enjoy this next chapter. Comments and constructive criticism welcome. Again, I am taking requests for more omorashi scenarios for this anime. Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
meet Ikumi Takada, a seemingly ordinary first year high school student at Shin-kamafuchi Private High School. Ikumi is pretty much an average girl...well, if you don't take into account that Ikumi is ravishingly beautiful, with radiant flowing and shining jet black hair that she ties back in a ponytail with an almost metallic crimson red ribbon complete with the cutest little bow tie, the way her eyes glow like mahogany colored jewels that sparkle like a diamond in the light of the moon, the way her shoulders are so sleek and slender and gently slope like a perfect rolling hill, the way the smell of her light perfume permiates all around you, entrancing you in a euphoric intoxication that you don't even want to snap out of, or the way her body is like that of a goddess, so petit and frail, and yet, so curvy and fluid...the curvature of her back, the alluring rises and falls of her round, refined and newly developing chest, the elegance of her timid and fragile little hands and soft, slender arms that you want to just hook your arms around and never let go of, the texture of her butt was such that you could just see the perfect roundness and smoothness, yet child-like firmness of it accentuated, even as it was well hidden underneath that navy blue Blazer skirt that she and all the other girls wore as their mandatory school uniform, complete with a navy blue jumper top with a red-orange ascot. Her legs also...legs that any girl would kill to have...so pale and weak and soft-looking and long and slender, yet so firm and proportionate to the rest of her fairy tale-like beauty. aside from her looks, Ikumi is generally an ordinary Japanese girl, she gets good marks in most all her subjects, she lives in a small apartment with her best friend Maki Ueda, her favorite hobbies are shopping, karaoke and learning how to cook, she is very refined and quiet and elegant, she doesn't say much in school unless she is talking with her friends between classes, she is extremely polite...her keigo is emaculate, she walks as if her feet never even touch the ground....so smoothly you can't even hear her footsteps on the marble floor. this is the same girl...who for the first time in her life...will have an accident that brings her to discover something that will change her dull life (and possibly her reputation) forever...and it will all happen from one little mistake she makes one morning when she wakes up late and is unable to conduct her usual routine of getting up, fixing her hair, using the toilet, brushing her teeth and preparing herself for the day ahead. Ikumi hears a voice in her sleep, hollering her name...beckoning her to...WAKE UP!! suddenly, her eyes open and becomes aware of the sounds beckoning her...her older brother is annoyed at her, calling for her to get out of bed and get ready for school, she wipes the sleep from her weary eyes and gazes at her alarm to see that it's...ALREADY 8:15!!!? (Ikumi) "oh no, my alarm must not have gone off...shoot, I'm going to miss the bus, ohhhhhhh, I don't have time to do anything but get dressed" she quickly put on her clean blazer uniform and began frantically searching for her shoes and her wabaki (school shoes), once she found them, she put on her cotton white socks and began rushing downstairs, she unconsciously remembered that she forgot to use the toilet, and this consequently caused her to have a sudden slight urge to want to go pee, but she put it out of her mind, as she was out of time, she had only 10 minutes left to make it to school on time, her brother rolled his eyes as she came stumbling out of the apartment, in a bumb-rush to get into his car. (Ikumi) huff huff huff...huff huff...How did...huff you...know I was running late? (Brother)I didn't...I was just coming by to drop something off you had forgotten, and I find you still in bed...what's up? You don't normally do stupid stuff like that. (Ikumi) I'm sorry, I must have studied too late and fell asleep late, I'm so sorry for troubling you Nii-sama (Brother) eee---...don't sweat it squirt, just make me something for lunch tomorrow and we'll call it even, mkay? (Ikumi) okay, sure, what would you like Nii-sama? (brother) hmm, well, anything is fine, surprize me or something. Ikumi had a glowing, chipper smile on her face as she was happy that her brother had bailed her out of trouble and gave her a ride to school, she was so grateful in her heart, that she wished that she could make his lunch everyday from then on, but she decided to simply obey her brother's request and just do it for that next day. her smile was quickly drowned away by a feeling of discomfort, when her brother hit a bump in the road, she began to feel an urge to pee again, and it made her a little uncomfortable, as she began to contemplate on how she was going to find time to use the girls room at school...she never had time during the day, being that there were only 5 minutes to get to the next class after each period, and her friends always wanted to talk for a minute along the way, therefore she had always been forced to hold it in until she got home...which, by then, she was usually nearly bursting to go, and it seemed like she just barely made each and everyday...and every night, while she studied vigourously, she would always drink quite a bit of tea to cool herself off on the account that it was very hot this time of year..sweltering in fact, so, she always woke up needing to go to the bathroom, but she had always woken up on time in the morning and had time to relieve herself and follow her daily routines of getting ready for school, but today was different somehow, she became too wrapped up in her notes and homework to realize how late it was getting, and she dozed off at some unthinkable hour and was in such a deep slumber that she missed her alarm going off. she knew that she was going to pay dearly for this mistake...because if today was like any other day, then she would have to face the fact that she was going to have to hold it in all day once again...but the thought had crossed her mind that if she barely made it home when she was normally empty in the morning...then was it even possible to hold on that long if she was already feeling the sensation of being half full? it made her cringe with worry and anticipation of the very real fact that there was a strong probability that she would not be able to make until she got home, especially since she didn't really ever change habits or routines..and she had a habit of drinking lots of cold Jasmine tea that she liked so much that the school served..it was her substitution for the lack of food she ate during the day, and that would likely tripple or even quadruple the internal pressure that she was already feeling now, she quivered at the thought of it, but she knew it was inevitable...she was going to either have to find another way to get to a toilet, or else she was going to have to prepare for some serious problems in the next several hours.
Same day as chapter 2 except with Kagami this time. I thought I would give poor Kona-chan a break from wetting herself 3 times in one day and another cute anime chick a go. Questions you may have while reading: What is a till? It's where you go pay for your purchases, like at the cash register. Who is "Kagamin"? Kagami is called this often in the anime, I'm not sure why but I included it to give it more of that Lucky Star feel. Who is Matsuri and Inori? These are Kagami and Tsukasa's older sisters. Tsukasa is the youngest, then Kagami, Matsuri then Inori. What color were Konata's panties? That's up to you, what color do you think they were? Picture of the Hiiragi family: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/archive/b/bc/20070719062854!LuckyStar-HiiragiFamily.png (Kagami, Matsuri, Tadao (Dad), Inori, Tsukasa, and Miki (Mom).) Kagami and Konata: http://www.total-manga.com/images/Wallpaper/FR-8-32592-B/konata-amp-kagami.jpg Enjoy, comments, criticism as always. ***************************************************************************** At 3:00 pm, the final bell rang over the intercom system signaling the end of 6th period and everyone rose from their seats. As Kagami stood up, she grabbed her bag and followed behind the other students out of the room, her long purple hair locks swaying around her petite figure as she did. She had made plans with Konata to meet at Gamers, a local anime & manga shop in town, prior to school where Konata wanted to pick up the next novel in The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya manga series. The school hallways were crowded with students determined to leave the building and go home for the weekend; the sound of their voices as they discussed with their friends echoed off of the tiled walls. Kagami waited until she was out of the building, away from the hoard of students and the sounds of their voices faded away into the distance before pulling out her phone from her bag. Her slender fingers cradled the light purple colored device as it lay in the palm of her hand and her thumbs pressed lightly over the direction buttons until the name “Kona-chan” was visible on the phone's screen then pressed the send button. Ring ring... “Hiya Kagami!” an excited Konata said. “Heya Kona, I'll meet you at Gamers in 45 minutes, I'm going home first to change clothes.” “Sure, see you then!” Konata said before hanging up her phone. Kagami placed her phone back in her bag and continued on her way. Kagami's house was only 15 minutes away from Ryoo High School, but the weather on this paticular day was incredibly hot as she soon came to find out. The blazing sun's rays poured over Kagami's pale white face causing beads of sweat to populate on her forehead under her light purple bangs. She pulled a bottle of spring water out of the side pocket of her backpack, wiped away the drops of perspiration with the backside of her hand and consumed the full bottle of water in it's entirety in the duration of her homeward journey. Finally making it home, she dropped the empty plastic bottle in the trashcan and made her way upstairs to her room, where Kagami dropped her bag on the floor and closed the bedroom door. She stripped her clothes off down to her light blue colored panties, light purple cotton socks and a matching bra before pulling on a tight fitting pair of light colored jeans, and a loose fitting blue top that she pulled out from her dresser. After slipping her shoes back on, Kagami was about to leave the house to meet Konata at Gamers but her venture was soon interrupted by a tingling sensation in her lower abdomen which meant that her bladder needed to be emptied. She glanced at the clock on her yellow painted wall and saw that had just enough time to use the toilet before going to meet Konata. As she walked out of her bedroom and down the hallway to the bathroom, she heard the sound of running water coming from inside. The running water increased Kagami's need a little bit, but still manageable for now. “Oh no... Matsuri must be in the shower...” Kagami thought to herself. Inori was out of town for the weekend with some of her collage friends on a road trip, Tsukasa was with Miyuki doing homework together and her parents were taking a cruise together leaving Matsuri in charge of Kagami and Tsukasa. “I guess I'll just use the downstairs bathroom in my parent's room. They won't notice.” She thought to herself again. Her parents didn't like anyone in their bathroom other then themselves but Kagami wanted to use the toilet before leaving the house so she didn't have any distractions today. Kagami scurried down the maple staircase and down the bottom floor hallway to the master bedroom where the other bathroom was. As she attempted to turn the door knob, she realized that the door was locked which disappointed the purple haired girl because she knew that Matsuri took long showers and she didn't want to be late meeting Konata. “No! They must have locked it before they left the house... Dammit.” Kagami mumbled under her breath. “I guess I'll just wait until I'm out with Konata...” She thought to herself, hoping it wouldn't become an issue later on. Not that she was worried about being unable to make it to a toilet in time, but she was always diligent about doing things when they needed to be done and not putting them off until later. As she walked away from her locked parent's door and her need to urinate remained present in her bladder, she couldn't help but be reminded of Konata's misfortune earlier that morning at school and how devastated she was about her accident. She decided to put this out of her mind until she could find a bathroom later, as the thoughts were causing her to have to pee more. Kagami ran back upstairs and quickly ran into her room to grab her hand bag before running back downstairs and out the front door. The temperature outside was cooler then it had been after school, making the journey more pleasant for this trip. Each minute that passed by as she walked, she felt her bladder filling up with todays beverages more and the need increasing at the same rate. When she arrived at Gamers, she saw through the window that Konata was already inside browsing through the different mangas. She decided to greet her first before taking care of her business and walked up to Konata, who didn't notice Kagami until she was next to her. Kagami wasn't bursting quite just yet, but it was at the point now that it was a distraction rather then just a need. “Oh, hiya Kagamin.” the blue haired girl said as she put a manga novel back on the shelf, obviously not interested in reading it any further. “Heya Kona, I'm just going to use the toilet really quick, will you look after my handbag?” She asked, holding her bag up to her and noticed that Konata had changed out of her uniform into a dark colored pair of jeans and a blue top. “Oh, sure.” She replied and took the bag from her. Konata didn't carry a handbag, she was a bit of a tomboy and didn't possess many feminine qualities. Rather then holding the hand bag by it's handle, she held the bag part itself. “Thanks.” Kagami said and scurried off to where the bathrooms were just around the corner and a few shelves down from where she was. Upon reaching the unisex restroom, she couldn't help but notice a white paper sign plastered on the top part of the door but didn't bother to read it until she tried turning the door handle and realized it wouldn't budge just like the one to her parent's room at home. “What?! No..! Why locked?” She muttered out of earshot from everyone in the store before reading the sign taped to the door: 'OUT OF ORDER' it read. “Now what am I going to do?” Kagami asked herself, getting more worried that her bodily need would become an pressing issue. She walked back to Konata and hoped they could leave soon so she could find a bathroom to take care of her need, which had become more urgent. There were no other shops around Gamers that she could just walk to and use their restroom and Kagami was shy about showing her need to others, so she keep her bladder muscles closed tight and didn't mention anything to Konata or show any signs of her needing to pee. Konata was standing farther down the aisle then before Kagami left her and had two different manga novels in her hand, oblivious that Kagami had not used the restroom at all. “It's so hard to decide on what manga I want.” Konata said as she handed Kagami's handbag to her, not even looking up from the pair of books. “I thought you were just getting the Haruhi one...” Kagami took her handbag and a disappointed look formed on her face knowing Konata was going to take longer to decide what she wanted. “I was, then I saw these. Too bad I only have enough yen for one book.” Konata said as she held up each book. Kagami looked at each, but her urge to pee was more urgent then before and kept her from paying much attention. She shifted her weight to one foot and pressed her legs together in order to subside the feeling some. “Why don't you just buy the Haruhi manga, and come back for another one later?” Kagami suggested, hoping they could leave soon as her now full bladder pressed even more to contract it's gates. She shifted her weight to the other foot again and wanted to put a hand between her legs but didn't want to make herself look obvious to Konata. “Hmm... I could do that. But I could buy these two for the price of one, they're on sale.” Konata retorted as she put the two books she had in her hand back on the shelf and picked up another two that she had laid out prior to Kagami's return. She was still unaware of her near desperate need for a toilet. “You've been waiting for the next Haruhi novel to come out for a while, Kona-chan, but I should have expected you to have doubts when you saw other mangas that interested you.” Kagami said jokingly. Konata hardly ever stuck with one plan and often went back on it, delaying the process only to end up going back to what she had initially planned to do. “Maybe you're right... maybe I should just get the Haruhi one.” Konata said, picking up the novel she had came here for and set the two books she had back on the shelf. It was by then that Konata had noticed Kagami squirming around where she was standing. “Hey, Kagamin, are you alright? Why are you all fidgety?” asked the curious blue haired girl. “Huh? Oh, I'm fine. So, you're getting Haruhi then?” Kagami replied, trying to change the subject away from her bursting bladder's need, which had gotten worse during the time that Konata was unable to make up her mind. She crossed a leg over the other and pretended to just look bored. “Yeah, I guess... hey, I just noticed that you returned from the bathroom pretty fast. Was someone in there?” “Uh... no. They were out of order... So I'll just wait until I'm at my house.” Kagami replied, worried that Konata would notice her desperation. “Oh. So that's why you're all squirmy...” Konata finally took notice to Kagami's situation and it made her think back to that morning at school and at home before. Kagami blushed a little when Konata had said that and knew she was needing to pee pretty badly. There was nothing more she could do now to hide her desperate need and she pushed a hand between her tightly crossed legs against her crotch. “Yeah... pretty much.” “Well, I've made up my mind so let's go.” Konata finally started walking towards the till to pay for her book and Kagami hobbled along behind her with her hand still jammed in her crotch. Her movements caused her bladder to leak urine from her tightly shut opening and made a damp spot in her panties. She grabbed herself tighter and bit her bottom lip lightly as she stopped at the front counter with Konata. The looks that the shop patrons gave Kagami made her blush more but she couldn't remove her hand from herself without completely flooding her jeans, even the store attendant at the till noticed that Kagami was bursting but rang up Konata's purchase. “That'll be 826 yen.” Konata pulled out a single 1000 yen bill from her pocket and handed it to him before looking behind to see Kagami bent over and holding herself between her crossed legs. “You sure you're going to make it until you get home, Kagamin?” Konata asked, concerned for her best friends dignity. Kagami looked up to her blue haired companion and a stressed look formed in her dark violet colored eyes. A brighter blush expanded across her pale white cheeks, mortified that she looked so obviously bursting to everyone in the store and in front of Konata. “I... I don't know.” The embarrassed Kagami replied and couldn't help but release a small trickle of urine out of her tightly closed urethra, damping the crotch of her panties more. In an act of desperation, she jammed her other hand between her legs while holding her handbag with her index finger and thumb. She knew she wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer and worried that she was going to wet herself before she got to a toilet. “Here's your change.” The shop attendant said as he handed Konata a few coins and a bag containing her book. She grabbed the change, put it in her pocket and grabbed her bag then looked back to Kagami. “Come on then, we'll hurry home.” Konata said as both girls scuttled out of the shop and quickly started the venture back to Kagami's house. Her bladder couldn't take the quick movements and released a long stream of pee into Kagami's panties, then trickled down her legs causing a wet spot to form where she was tightly clutching herself. She grabbed tighter, but there was nothing more that could be done to stop the inevitable flood that was about to happen. Kagami could only make it about a block away from the store before stopping dead in her tracks, and doubled over as another two long spurts of urine escaped her hold before she could no longer hold it anymore. Konata stopped and looked back at her. “Kagamin...?” Konata said as she begin to take notice to what was happening with Kagami. “I... I can't hold it..” Kagami silently said in a high pitched tone as tears welled up in her eyes. Her bladder completely contracted it's walls and conceded to the jet stream of pee that was now rushing out of Kagami's tight opening like an unstoppable force and soaked up every inch of her jeans legs causing a wave of warmth to cascade between her legs and all the way down. She couldn't do anything but stand in one spot to let her pee flood her pants and pour out of the bottom, soaking her socks as it dripped into her shoes and forming a puddle around her feet. Kagami shut her eyes tight, holding back her tears as desperately as she tried to do with her pee, but that soon failed as well and her tears ran down her bright red face. “Kagamin... I'm sorry...” A shocked Konata said as she watched the horrific event take place. She started to feel like it was her fault for taking so long at the shop. “I... can't believe what I just did...” Kagami said, opening her eyes. Her embarrassment grew as she noticed the by passers staring at her in her wet jeans. There was no way she could hide her soaked jeans on the way back to her house. “It's my fault, I took too long at the shop.” Konata said as she regretted the said delay. “No it's not Kona-chan... I should have said something, but I didn't.” Kagami said, wishing now that she had asked Kona to hurry. “But how am I going to walk home like this?” She added. Konata thought for a moment and an idea struck her. “Come with me Kagamin.” She replied as she took her by her now free hand and dragged her behind the nearest building to an ally way. “Take your pants off.” She blurted out without first explaining why and kicked her shoes off. “...Excuse me?” Kagami shockingly responded. “We're going to trade pants for the walk home, it'll be a tight fit for you but it's better then walking home in wet pants.” Konata explained and began taking off her dark colored jeans in front of Kagami. “Konata.... are you sure about this?” She said but took her shoes off and agreed to take off her pants. She began pulling them off of her legs as they stuck to the sides causing the pants to turn inside out when she pulled them off. “You helped me today at school, it's time for me to help you. We'll change back when we get to your house.” Konata proudly said as both girls were now standing in their underwear. Konata grabbed a hold of Kagami's pee-soaked pants and handed her dry pants to her. “Wow... I don't know what to say. Thank you Kona-chan.” Kagami said as she began to feel a bit better and her tears now drying up. She took the dry pants and pulled them over her legs; it was definitely a tight squeeze but she pulled them up all the way and fastened them shut with a little effort. The wetness from her panties damped the dry jeans a little bit. A smile formed on her face as Konata pulled on Kagami's wet pants as she shivered from the cold liquid touching her bare skin and pulled her shoes back on. “Don't mention it, Kagamin.” Konata smiled back at her best friend and Kagami pulled her shoes back on as well. As both girls walked back out to the main street and made their way back home, Konata didn't seem to mind the passing people's stares but was glad to pay back her best friend. Kagami walked into her house first with Konata tagging along behind her adorned with her friend’s pee stained trousers. Each step that Kagami took in the tight pants, the material rubbed against her wet crotch in a way most unpleasant but it was still better than the humiliation of walking home in peed pants. “Where’s Tsukasa at? She’s not still at Yuki-chan’s house is she?” Konata asked when they walked into the living room. The house appeared to be empty except for Konata and Kagami as they both walked up the stairs to her bedroom. “She should be home soon, right now let’s just get changed out of these-…” Kagami was cut off in mid-sentence as both girls reached the top of the stairs and a purple short-length haired girl exited from the upstairs bathroom. The younger Hiiragi sister looked at both of the girls with a confused look on her face. “Kona… sis…? What… maybe I shouldn’t ask.” Tsukasa said walking back to her bedroom. Konata and Kagami looked at each other then scurried off to her bedroom, Konata shutting the door behind them. ***************************************************************************** Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Edited October 1, 2010 by antifairy (see edit history)
This is a story I came across on some site I cannot remember from a time when I was getting into Omorashi and it has been stored on my computer ever since so I thought I might as well share it with you all. Enjoy Malkopee She stood stiffly with legs clenched tight and both hands pushed firmly against her groin. A gorgeous brunette, her exotic tanned features contorted by a longing desperation that served only to enhance her natural beauty. Robbo felt his penis harden inside his jeans. There was nothing she could do now. A slight sigh and a faint look of shocked realization started to form on her face. Then the first trickle as her long held urine started to seep down the inside of her stocking clad legs from under her pristine white dress. There was no avoiding it now. She was wetting herself! Robbo was rudely startled out of his daydream by the shrill ring of the telephone. He turned and glared angrily at it, shifting slightly on the kitchen stool as he did so. Suddenly the beer mat came free from under its wobbly leg and the stool rocked violently causing Robbo to make a startled grab for the edge of the kitchen table. The phone continued to ring. Robbo gave it another angry glare then looked back out of his kitchen window at the street below. The beautiful brunette in the white dress with the Spanish looks was gone. Typical. It was Valentine's Day and she was probably the nearest thing he was going to get to release his fantasies, if only in his head. Into its third ring now and Robbo just glowered at it like it was the root of all his troubles. Alone on Valentine's Day and feeling completely dejected. Well he had been trying. Out on the pull last night- a few pubs and a club. After seven, or maybe eight, pints of lager the girls just did not seem interested in his romantic slobbering. Maybe he was looking for too much. Spoilt by Ibiza last summer. Oh Stephanie. Robbo remembered that first night so well. She had staggered up to him inside Manumission. Plastered. There was always something that turned him on about a girl who is drunk. Maybe the knowledge of what the alcohol sometimes does to their self-control, and maybe, just maybe, they end up having a naughty accident. 'Can you help me?' She had purred in a sexy Spanish accent, her pleading doe eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. 'Sure.' 'I'm really, really desperate for the toilet but the queue for the ladies is sooo long I think I wont make it.' 'Uh' was all Robbo had managed to gargle in surprise as his penis jumped to attention. 'Can you take me to the toilet- to the gents' room, please? Or I think I will wet myself'. Robbo looked down at the tight black miniskirt she was wearing, with the dark stockinged legs and the black high-heeled shoes. His overactive imagination could almost picture the puddle of pee forming around them. 'Will you?' Stephanie pleaded. 'I don't feel safe going into the gents on my own'. 'Oh of course, no problem,' Robbo asserted manfully as he led her through the dancing crowd. They never made it. There was a queue for the gents as well. Stephanie gasped in alarm when she saw it, then quickly led him to a seating area to the side. 'Don't you want to go?' 'Its too late' Stephanie looked as if she was going to cry. She crossed her legs tightly. 'I'll never make it now' 'What are you going to do?' 'Will you kiss me?' 'Uh?' Then Stephanie embraced him in a long and passionate snog. Mid snog Robbo overcame his surprise and slid an arm around her waist. Alcohol removing his inhibitions, he slid his hand lower, then onto her leg, and up her seductively short skirt. She uncrossed her legs. Robbo remembered it so well. In an instant his fingers were probing her most intimate place through the warmth of her panties. Then the warmth grew wetter and her snogging more passionate and she completely pissed herself. She stayed the night in his hotel room, and the next day things got even hotter. It turned out that wetting was her thing. She did it everywhere. She wet herself on the beach. She wet herself at the local Spanish market. She even wet herself on his lap, and Robbo captured it all on her camcorder. Then she was on her way. New travels, new boyfriends, new wet adventures and Robbo was left bitter with broken promises. 'I'll call you.' She promised. 'I'll send you a copy of the tape' she promised. She even hinted at setting him up with a girlfriend she had who lived somewhere in South London, and he believed her. What a prat he felt now, after all those months under sobering mournful gray British skies. Then the telephone stopped ringing and clicked onto the answer phone. Robbo just looked at it. It was probably just another irritating git trying to sell him British Gas again or something. 'Hi Robbo its Stephanie. Remember me?' Started the message seductively. 'Long time no see, but I know its Valentine's Day over there and you are probably out with some lovely lady right now ... ' Robbo recovered from his startled surprise and launched himself off his stool towards the telephone. 'Oh Stephanie, I always knew you'd call,' Robbo almost shouted. Instead he gave a muffled yell as the stool rocked off its beer mat again and it, he and his half empty coffee cup clattered onto the kitchen floor. '... So I thought I'd send you something to keep you company in case you are not. Something coming to your door very shortly...' 'Stephanie!' Robbo yelled down the phone, half kneeling on the hallway carpet as he finally made it to the telephone. The dulcet tones of a closed connection moaned back at him mournfully. 'Damn, damn, damn!' Robbo cursed. Then the doorbell rang. Making his way down to the font door of his flat Robbo cursed himself for not answering the phone sooner. The doorbell rang again as Robbo kicked aside a freshly fallen pile of property guides. It was probably just Biffo again. He usually called about this time on a Saturday afternoon, half cut and demanding that Robbo join him for a drink, which roughly translated really meant. 'I've run out of money again and want you to do the buying.' That was one disadvantage of living above Corky's Wine Bar. Still, drowning his sorrows with Biffo was beginning to appeal to him. He opened the door, but it wasn't Biffo. There she stood, on his doorstep. Low cut white dress. Seductively stockinged legs, long brunette hair draped across her shoulders just the way he liked it and dark Mediterranean features displaying ... no he was just imagining it. 'Can I help you?' Inquired Robbo cautiously as he realized that this was the girl he had been staring at out of his kitchen window. Had she come to complain? Did she have a large boyfriend waiting just out of sight ready to deck him? 'Hi I'm sorry to bother you but... er ... this is really embarrassing, but I really need to go to the toilet. I was wondering if I could use yours?' She purred as she gave a little hop from one foot to the other. 'The landlord wont mind if you use the toilets in Corky's, replied Robbo without thinking. 'Oh but I've just been in there. I met some girlfriends for lunch, only, they all left now and anyway there was this drunk leering at me and I don't really want to go back in. He was a big bloke with a tattoo. He really frightened me. Please can I use your loo, its an emergency?' Then she gave another more pronounced hop. 'Oh that's just Biffo!' laughed Robbo. 'He's harmless, but my toilet's much nicer than the ones in Corky's. Go on up!' Said Robbo regaining his senses. He watched her climb the stairs, her pretty bottom swinging seductively under her short white dress. Wow, what a surprise this had turned out to be. 'First door on the right!' Robbo called after her. 'This one?' 'That's it. Just go in. Sorry about the mess but I wasn't...' 'That's alright!' She called back happily, and then tried the door handle. 'It's stuck' 'Shouldn't be,' called back Robbo as he hurried up the stairs to join her. She stood aside as he gripped the door handle. It never stuck? Robbo turned the handle, then a wave of realization washed over him like a bucket of cold water dragging him back to his senses. Robbo pushed at the door with the half turned handle rattling against the catch. 'Must be the cold. The wood seizes up and the door sometimes jams.' He lied. 'I'll put the radiator on. It normally opens when it's warmed up. Can you wait?' 'I think so, for a short while,' she smiled seductively. Robbo looked at the phone and whispered a silent thank you. As if Stephanie would let him down, why did he ever doubt her? She had obviously got her London friend to give him a little Valentine surprise. What an amazing Valentine's Day present this was. 'Would you like a drink- Tea, Coffee, Beer? You know, while we wait?' 'Oh yes please. Where shall we go, through here?' 'Kitchen's fine.' 'You had an accident in here or something?' She called back. Robbo joined her in the kitchen and looked down at the fallen stool and the pool of coffee dripping off the table and puddling onto the floor. 'Oh umm, the phone rang and my mind was elsewhere. I'll get some paper to mop it up.' Robbo returned with an old property guide and his thoughts in order. 'How rude of me,' he apologized. 'I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Robbo.' 'Nadia,' she replied. 'Nice to meet you.' Then they stood in an awkward silence. 'Er...coffee please,' began Nadia, breaking the silence. 'A large one if I may. I had about five pints of Kronenburg down Corky's and I think it's gone to my head a bit.' Robbo's penis stiffened. She had looked a bit unsteady on her feet. A drunken girl. Oh what bliss. Robbo poured himself a beer as he switched on the kettle. The least he could do was to try to catch up with the poor mare. 'I'd help you clean up but I think that if I bent down right now there could be more liquid on the floor than there is now.' Instead Nadia took a cloth to the table and started scrubbing vigorously at the coffee stain on the table. Robbo squatted down beside her to work on the puddle on the floor. Her legs were about a foot apart and her dress flapped seductively across them as she scrubbed. Robbo stared, almost salivating. This girl had legs- two long stocking clad lengths of sexual perfection right the way up under her flapping dress. Robbo gazed at the hemline and wondered. Should he have a peek underneath? Could he? As she was leaning across the table then surely she wouldn't notice if he had a quick look up her skirt. Maybe she had already started dribbling. What a treat that would be to see! The tale-tell signs of a naughty wet patch on the crotch of her panties or even the beginnings of a dribble down her leg. Then Nadia finished scrubbing, threw the cloth into the sink and sat down on the stool. Robbo just had time to slip the beer mat under the wobbly leg then just managed to avoid being hit by her knee as she swung herself on to the stool. For an instant her legs were open and Robbo had a full on view. There was a wet patch. He was sure he had seen one. A coffee and several beers later they were laughing and joking, like old friends. She was beautiful- a strange mix of Irish and Spanish. The Spanish descent explained her Mediterranean good looks, the skin, the hair, and the entire package. The Irish possibly explaining the amount of his beer she was getting through. Where was she putting it all, her bladder must be about ready to burst? She had kept her legs crossed for the last ten minutes, and her subtle wriggling on the stool was driving Robbo wild. His penis was now constantly tight against the inside of his pants. '... I had this friend at College. She would only have to drink about a pint and that was it, she would be off to the loo.' Nadia continued their surreal conversation about how much easier it was for men to go in public than women. 'Did she ever... not make it?' Robbo dared to ask. 'I don't think so, but. ...' Then Nadia burst into a stifled giggle holding one hand over her mouth and starting to go red. 'Susan. Oh, Susan at our graduation party. She got completely plastered. She couldn't even stand up, so we just left her sitting on the edge of the patio outside the pub. I don't know who noticed it first but someone said something and we all looked around and there was this puddle spreading out from under Susan's bottom. I thought she'd spilt her drink at first, and then we realized. She was wetting herself!' Robbo took a moment to take in the image. Wow that would have been worth seeing. Then he got a bit bolder. 'Have you ever... done anything like that?' Nadia's eyes rested on him in careful contemplation. 'You know, if I don't get to the toilet soon I think I might just have an accident on your kitchen floor.' She said with a more pronounced wriggle. 'Don't worry, I've got plenty of paper,' Robbo teased, getting even bolder. Then he sat, enduring the awkward silence that followed. 'Do you think that door will open now?' demanded Nadia. 'Er I'll go and have a look.' 'No I'll do it.' Nadia carefully slid herself off the stool and walked across the kitchen out of sight. Robbo watched her leave the room wondering if he'd pushed it a little too far. Would she find that the toilet door really would open? After lots of rattling and banging Robbo went to investigate, finding Nadia gripping the door handle and bent double with her hand pushed firmly against her crotch. She made an effort to straighten up and regain her composure when she saw him. 'Still no luck?' 'No I'm going to try the ladies' in Corky's. Sod Biffo or what ever his name is.' 'I'll come with you,' offered Robbo, trying to hide his disappointment. He must have said something really wrong. Nadia just glared at him and Robbo started to feel his skin crawl. How was he going to back out of this one? 'No not actually into the ladies,' Robbo managed to stammer. A smile touched the corners of Nadia's lips. 'No don't make me laugh' she stammered, then grimaced and pressed her hand tight against herself as another surge of desperation stabbed through her bladder. 'I'll try kicking it,' offered Robbo feeling compelled to say something. 'No I'm going to Corky's,' Nadia asserted as she turned to make her way down the stairs. She managed one step, then turned and stepped carefully back onto the landing. 'I don't think I can make it,' she gasped, wiping back a tear of desperation as she hobbled past Robbo back into the kitchen. Robbo got a good look at the front of her dress, as she brushed past. There was definitely a damp spot where her hand had been. In the kitchen Nadia stood with one leg raised and her hand pushed unashamedly up her dress. 'What are you going to do?' asked Robbo lamely. Nadia started a sort of hopping, treading motion and beads of sweat started to appear on her forehead. 'Do you have a bucket?' 'Er, yes.' 'Can you get it... quickly?' Robbo turned and rummaged around in the cupboard under the sink. When he turned back with his red window-cleaning bucket in hand he found to his surprise that Nadia was sat back on her stool. 'You don't need it?' 'Er, sorry about that, I just got a bit desperate. I can wait a bit longer.' 'Oh,' replied Robbo, a bit confused, but certainly not disappointed that the performance was continuing. 'I'd better rinse it out in case you do need it. It's had Windowlene and all sorts all over it.' With that Robbo clattered the bucket into the sink and turned on both taps full blast, hearing Nadia gasp as he did so. Stemming the flow to an agonizing trickle, Robbo made a show of fumbling and dropping the sponge that he had taken out of it. Now back under the table Robbo took a close look at Nadia's legs. The sight of a damp trickle down the inside of her tights would have been bliss, but he could make out nothing with her legs tightly crossed. As if she had read his thoughts Nadia slowly uncrossed them. Robbo was rewarded with a full on view up her dress, and yes, there was definite darkening down her left leg almost up to her knee. Then her face appeared, hair dangling down as she peered under the table to look at him. 'Robbo what are you doing down there?' she demanded. Robbo was startled, caught in the act. Then Nadia leaned to far. The stool started to tip sideways, one leg teetering on the edge of the beer mat. It went, clattering to the floor. Nadia grabbed the table, and somehow managed to stop from joining it on the floor. Robbo rose. Nadia stepped back to steady herself, her jaw dropped in stunned shock. Then came a hissing sound and Nadia relaxed slightly. The inside of her tights darkened rapidly and the stream turned to a torrent as Nadia stood there shocked, wetting herself all over the floor. Robbo stared at the quickly spreading puddle. This was wonderful. This beautiful brunette was standing in the middle of Robbo's kitchen, feet slightly apart, wetting herself. She gasped, and pressed her hands against her fanny to try to stem the flow. It was a mistake. The front of her pristine white dress quickly darkened as her urine streamed down the front of it. Nadia's bladder took ages to empty. When she had finished she was left standing in the middle of a massive puddle. Standing there blushing and completely disgraced she offered her apologies. Offered to clean up the mess, to make it up to him somehow. Robbo in turn offered his reassurances. How did she plan to make it up to him? Robbo couldn't wait to find out. The thought of watching a beautiful girl on her hands and knees in her soiled clothing cleaning up her own puddle really appealed to him, but he gallantly offered to clean up secretly hoping that she would insist. What bliss. She didn't disappoint. Robbo watched her leaving wet footprints as she hurried off down the hallway to fetch an old property guide or two. Again he whispered a big thank you to the phone and blew it a large kiss. Nadia was wonderful. Stephanie really knew what he liked. Nadia reappeared with a large armful of papers, and a strange brown package perched on top. 'Did you know there was a package for you downstairs?' Began Nadia. 'It looks like its from France. Somewhere foreign anyway, there's an Airmail sticker on it.' 'Airmail? France?' Robbo hurriedly ripped the paper off. It was definitely from Stephanie. A video, and a note as well. Hurriedly he read it as Nadia got down on her hands and knees on the kitchen floor. What, more surprises? 'Hope you like the video.' The note began. 'Sorry it took so long but I wanted to wait until my friend from London could come over and help me edit it. She's training in Media Studies. We are both skiing in Chamonix now. Its amazing what you can get away with in a pair of ski pants...' A wave of horror swept through him. If Stephanie's friend was in France, then who was the girl cleaning up her own puddle in his kitchen?
Having arrived to the city of Ba Sing Sa, the group finds out they have to wait an entire month for an audience with the king. With no other options, the group complies and is sent to a house that they will live in for the month. While some days were active and busy, some were slow and boring. Today was one of those days; Aang and Sokka had left, currently leaving Katara and Toph alone in the house. The two girls were in the living room, fully dressed, Katara was sitting on the floor with a bowl of water in front of her, entertaining herself with some water bending. Toph on the other hand was laying on the couch, on her back, her right foot on the couch and her other was on the floor to prevent being completely blind. This scene persisted for quite awhile, until while Katara was busy bending she looking over to Toph and noticed her left hand under her pants and movement. “Do you have to do that with me right here Toph?” asks Katara. “I don’t HAVE to, but I’m bored.” Replies Toph. “At least go to a different room.” Requested Katara. “Is it a bother to you?” “Well not really…” “Then I’m not moving.” “Fine.” With that, the two continued with what they where doing, Katara with her bending and Toph with her own body. However, after just a few minutes and with the small sighs and moans from Toph, Katara found the action to her right more interesting than her bending, but continued to bend to prevent gaining Toph’s attention and just moved her eyes instead of her head to see Toph’s small body squirming a little. As more minutes passed, Katara saw that Toph’s left hand under her pants was moving faster and the blind girl raising her right hand up to her mouth, apparently, she was trying to be considerate of Katara and not make much noise, but that was useless as Katara herself had her attention on her. After just a few more minutes, Katara heard a small groan from Toph and the girl quickly raise her left foot to the couch and lean her body towards the couch and her groaning increasing in volume a little. The sight of Toph orgasming caused a tingling to emit itself from Katara’s crotch, which she just tensed from for a second. Looking back to Toph, Katara saw that Toph released a big sigh and just remained in that position on the couch for about a minute before rolling onto her back and getting to her feet. “I gotta go move some earth.” Comments Toph walking out of the room. “I really didn’t need to know that.” Replies Katara. Toph left without another word and just seconds after Katara felt the twinge of a need to pee. “Dang-it…” muttered Katara getting to her feet and quickly leaving the area and heading to the bathroom to see Toph near the bathroom door. “Hey Toph, wait a sec, I just need to pee, let me go in first.” Requests Katara quickly walking to Toph. “Pee is easier to hold.” Replies Toph as she opens the door and walks in. “Wait a minute! I’ll be in and out in under two minutes, Your going to in there a lot longer!” “Just hold it, you’re a big girl aren’t you?” replies Toph. “…” Katara knew Toph wasn’t leaving the bathroom until she was done and sighed, then returned to the living room to wait for Toph to leave the bathroom. Ten minutes passed and Toph was still in the bathroom and to Katara’s surprise, her urge was quickly moving to a need, but yet bad enough to physically hold herself, just an apparent nervousness, unable to stand or sit in one place for very long. Katara returned to the bathroom and knocked on the door, “Aren’t you done yet?” “I’m still in here aren’t it?” replies Toph. “Just hurry up!” “You sound like you really need to go.” “Gee, ya think!?” Katara walked away again, back to the living room and sat on the crotch, soon her right leg started bouncing up and down from her growing need to pee. Ten more minutes passed and Katara’s need was reaching into the desperation stage; she was still on the couch, but her hands were now between her legs, groaning and swaying her upper body forward and back repeatedly. Katara’s panties were still relatively dry, she had no leaks, but if she didn’t get into that bathroom soon, dry panties would be a thing of the past. Katara dicided to check on Toph again and slowly got to her feet and gasps as she felt pee try to sneak out from the effort to stand, but quickly clenched, she succeeded in holding back the flood but a single drop gained freedom and wet her labia. Taking slow, careful steps, Katara made her way back to the bathroom, stopping in front of the door and groaning, holding back another attempt by the urine in her for escape but won again. “T-Toph, aren’t you done yet?” asks Katara with a shaky voice. “Almost…” replies Toph with a groan. “I’m working with a big one…” Katara frowned at hearing the more info than necessary reply from Toph, but didn’t have time to be disgusted as a spasm attacked her bladder, releasing a gasp from her and dropping her to her knees with her forehead on the floor groaning. “Are you ok?” asks Toph. Katara didn’t even bother replying, she wanted to save whatever energy she could to make it through the spasm. In her head though, she thought, “I’m not going to make it!” Seeming to confirm her thoughts, Katara felt her strength waning and her urine flowing through her to her panties. ‘Noooo! This can’t be happening!’ thought Katara was she felt the warm liquid coving her crotch and her legs. Then heard the flush of a toilet and another thought crossed her mind as she wet herself. ‘If Toph finds out I wet myself, I’d never hear the end of it. I have to figure out a way to hide it!’ Katara then sat up and removed her hands between her legs to see the dark blue of her crotch and pants. ‘Come on think! Think!’ Katara then heard the rush of water from the bathroom sink and it hit her. ‘Of course! It’s liquid! Bend it!’ With pee still coming from her, Katara moved her hands over her crotch and began to bend the pee from her clothes and into a golden yellow wavy ball over her lap, but hearing the turning of the doorknob in front of her, Katara hurriedly did a quickly jerking of her right hand and quite literally snatched the rest of the urine in her out, the sensation was slightly painful and forced a gasp from her. Not a moment too soon though the bathroom door opened. “Bathroom’s all yours.” States Toph smiling. Katara then smiled with the idea of sending her ball of urine directly at Toph’s face… END
For those who have not ever seen Winry, there are pictures at the bottom. Please bear in mind, there are certain specifics left out for you, the reader. The things that come to mind would be details on her panties, her age (which standard is 15-18), and all the puns I made. I figured it was preferred like that. It was around midday when Winry was wondering around her house, searching for a little box that held the very size bolt she needed. Oddly enough, she found herself sifting through the garbage in the kitchen drawers. “Come on! Where are you?” Winry said to herself, as she continued to hunt, slowly getting more annoyed at the fantastic amount crap she was now realizing they had. Normally, she would have just asked her Grandmother Pinako where they were hidden, but unfortunately, Pinako was not there, and had in fact left to by more necessary parts. Normally, Winry loved the idea of more to work with, but at the moment, she was more concerned with those bolts that were totally stopping her progression on her auto-mail, and more parts, meant more things to sift through in the future. After about 15 minutes of scouring the depths of the house, she absolutely could not find the bolts, although she knew she had seen them somewhere. She decided to simply sit down, and enjoy a cup of tea. She was getting to worked up over those bolts anyways. After drinking her glass of tea, she sat in the kitchen, thinking about where the bolts could be. At this point, she was starting to get a need to pee. She had been drinking tea quite a bit all day on behalf of the heat, and due to the fact the tea was making her pee quite frequently, she was in no mood to head to the bathroom for the millionth time today just because of a slight urge, so she ignored it. She rested her head on her hand, and at that same moment, she looked over, only to see the bolts sitting on the counter top. “I finally found them!” She yelled enthusiastically, totally forgetting her need for the toilet as she quickly grabbed them and ran upstairs. Winry was dressed in her typical work attire, a black tube top, with beige cargo style pants, a black bandana on her head covering her long black hair tied in a ponytail, with her beige workers jacket hanging up in her closet instead of tied around her waist, since the last thing she wanted was more clothing on in that weather. After bolting upstairs she quickly went over to her mostly bare, prototype, auto-mail arm and took a seat at the table it had been placed on; excited she could finally get on with her work. As she worked with the arm, she took progressive drinks from her water bottle, but as time went on, her need to pee slowly increased, and with it, her thirst decreased. Of course now though, she had drunk so much tea and water, the damage had been done. She continued to work on her arm as her need to relieve her bladder steadily progressed, and her legs took turns shaking. A normal person would have just put the arm down, and headed for the toilet ASAP, but not her. She was dedicated, and was often called obsessed. She certainly lived up to her title as an ‘auto-mail otaku’ and continued to work on that arm. Granted she knew she would have to stop eventually to realize her aching bladders call for relief. I mean, she wasn’t going to pee her pants, she wasn’t a little girl anymore, but at the same time, she was perfectly willing to hold off as long as she could, and tempt fate with an accident (even if she never imagined she could actually have one) if it meant getting that arm to where she was comfortable with it. As time went on, the pressure increased, not only on her bladder, but the pressure to get to a certain point with her auto-mail arm before she bolted to the bathroom. She didn’t know why it mattered so much, but she just felt like she needed to do it. Maybe she was more like a little girl then she thought… She didn’t have time to think about, or care, about how mature her actions were, she was more focused on that arm. At this point, the pressure in her lower stomach was getting very powerful, and she could feel it right at the edge of her womanhood, ready to pour out any second. She had her legs mashed together; moving in uneven intervals to help relieve the pressure, but it wasn’t working too well. It was getting to the point where nothing helped. The occasional distracting bead of sweat forming, and the shaking hands were also slowing her down. It was a very counterintuitive side affect. She knew she was close to completing this stage of the arm, but she didn’t know how much longer she could hold it. She could feel her lower muscles getting closer and closer to giving way, and it seemed that every once in awhile, she would lose control for a split second, just managing to pull back on her tired muscles, preventing a flood. Now she was going slower because she was standing and dancing around, and often stopping just to grab her crotch and kneel down for a second to help alleviate the need. It seemed like forever, but she seemed to finally get the arm finished. She moved it around little bit to test the flexibility, but after all that, it was really second priority at this point. She quickly, but carefully set the arm down on the mat and started to run to the bathroom, slightly blushing at the fact she had waited this long to go. Unable to run at full speed with her thighs still together, and her hand putting as much pressure on her womanhood as possible to help keep from losing control, she did her best to make it to the bathroom, which was luckily close. She ran in, slamming the door behind her. She quickly stood in front of the toilet, legs shaking, and unable to keep from bouncing as she undid her button. A second before she got her button undone, she felt her bladder spasm and she suddenly lost complete control over her muscles. She felt a large, powerful, spurt of pee escape, sending a warm liquid out, drenching her panties, putting a small wet spot right on her crotch, and sending a small stream of warm pee cascading down her leg. She pulled back on her muscles with all her might, granting her a few mere seconds, and she knew that they were about to release again, and when they did, she would begin to pee, on the toilet or not, and she wasn’t going to be able to stop it until she was totally done. Luckily, that was enough to push her pants and panties to her thighs, just past her womanhood as her muscles released and she peed in to the toilet. Winry almost moaned the release felt so fantastic. It felt more like masturbation then peeing, and she just wished she could have peed faster so it felt better. Unfortunately, this victory was short lived, for after only a few short seconds, she noticed something odd next to her. To her utter dismay, sitting next to her on the counter top, watching her predicament was a cockroach, almost conveniently resting right behind a small bottle of cleaning solution, so she didn’t notice it when she came it. Without any thought, she clenched the muscles in her bladder as she screamed, stopping the urine flow, as she grabbed her pants, yanked them up, and spun around to face it, pressed against the wall. As Winry stood in horror of the tiny monster, she remembered how powerful her urge to pee had been. Rather, she was reminded of its power. She could feel the vast amount of pee in her pressing to get out, as the pressure on her muscles became uncontrollable. She felt a squirt of pee escape, quickly leading up to her total loss of bladder control. She could only stand, helplessly, staring at her toilet, as her bladder emptied into her pants. It didn’t take her long to realize she was better off peeing herself in the tub, then on the floor. So she climbed in her tub, keeping her eye on the odd looking roach which had not moved at all, as she peed heavily through her panties, drenching her cargo pants, making a more and more complete stain by the second. She noticed a small puddle on the bathroom floor where the urine had managed to run down a leg. Nothing she couldn’t easily clean up. Winry was more concerned about that roach though. The more she looked at it, the weirder it appeared. Suddenly, it dawned on her. The roach was a fake! Pinako must have put it there as a joke. Winry, very irritated by the joke, looked down at her soaked pants. She simply watched the pee run down the inside of the pants legs, glistening wherever it ran, until it finally poured off of her foot on to the tub, as a the sound of a subtle ‘hiss’ filled the room. After what seemed like an eternity of peeing, she began to peel her soaked cargo pants, and panties, off. She slipped them down her legs, trying to keep them out of the puddle she had left running down the tub. Eventually, she just dropped them on the tub floor in a pile. She climbed out, turned on the water, and let the clean water wash away her accident. Wanting to get in the shower herself, she quickly left the bathroom to grab some clean clothes, not forgetting to discard the fake roach in the process. She went to her room and pulled out some clean panties, plus a long t-shirt. After doing everything she needed to do in the bathroom, she got dressed, and headed down stairs for some water. At that moment, Pinako walked in carrying a bag of an assortment of things. “Winry! I’m back! Why did you get a shower so early?” Pinako asked Winry, observing the wet hair and change of clothes. “Well… I don’t really want to talk about it.” Winry thought as she headed back up stairs, she wasn’t very thirsty anyways. I hope you enjoyed the story. Comments and extreme criticism are both welcome. Oh, and please inform me of any typo's. Thank you.
EDIT PLEASE READ: Please don't feel obliged to read this due to its length. So far, I've noticed that this story is far too long to really be interesting, and those who did read it said it was too long, so, you don't really have to force yourself to be interested. ------------- I wrote a bunch of beginning notes to explain my thoughts, but I thought it gave away too much, those notes are at the end now (clearly separated from the story) This story lasted 9.1 pages on Microsoft Word, so it's a long story... For my first story tell me what you think Characters: Grace ♀: Main character Noah ♂: Friend of main character Mr. Jordan ♂: Teacher cameo. A loud obnoxious buzz suddenly went off. It started buzzing for nearly 3 minutes, getting louder and louder. After reaching the point of eardrum pain, the alarm was turned off. The clock read 6:30. It was almost time for school. Grace immediately got out of bed and went downstairs. She looked around the kitchen for a small breakfast, maybe a small yogurt or something. Since Monday was the family’s typical food-shopping day, there wasn’t much in the house. It was around February during this time. The snow on the ground remains, and will for a while. It was a cold winter, a really cold one. Grace is 15-years-old, and currently a sophomore in high school. She is really smart, all honors, near top of her class. She likes to wake up early so she can get some quiet time before her siblings wake up, as well as her mother. Her father is already awake, but at work, due to his early-morning shift. After a bit of searching, she decided to have a granola bar. She really didn’t need a breakfast, just something so she doesn’t need to feel deprived at school until lunch. After literally 30 seconds, the bar was gone, and she grabbed a cup of orange juice and returned to her room. She turned on her television, and checked the weather, 43 today, and sunny. Thank god. This will feel like a warm day to them. 6:45, time to get dressed. She looked around her closet to find an outfit she liked. Skirts were out of the question. It was winter, and even she wouldn’t want to wear them, despite the fact that she loves wearing short-skirts. In dismay, she grabbed a pair* of jeans from her closet, then found a cute purple top that was comfortable. Unlike many girls, she prefers her clothes loose fitting. Skinny jeans weren’t really her style, but neither were really baggy jeans that some guys like wearing. Then she moved to her drawer. Considering that she wasn’t meant to be showing these off, she had a lot of designed underwear. She grabbed a purple pair with hearts on them and a purple bra to match her shirt (to avoid extremely revealing clothing) During my writing I wrote “pair” as “pear” That deserved a slap. She pulled of her old shirt (that she wore as night clothes) and strapped on her bra and threw her top on. Quickly after she plucked her night shorts off and put on her panties and jeans. With her new attire on her she looked at her mirror, and began to see if she looked “presentable.” Personality-wise, she was a very modest girl, and hated showing herself off. She was around 5’ 3” and weighed around 120 pounds. With this she had a perfect height, not too short so that she would be her potential boyfriend’s little baby (she never had a boyfriend), and not too tall so that she is scaring them away. Being that she was very modest, she avoided any kind of revealing clothes, and policed herself every 10 minutes. For every single top or shirt she had, she had a matching bra and panties, so that her undergarments would not be too noticeable, if something happened to slip when she wasn’t looking. She had a pretty thin body, and, especially for someone her age, an extremely clear face. Her eyes were a bright-bright blue, and her hair was a bright brown, not bright enough to be blond, that stretched down past her shoulders. After a quick look, she looked perfect to her standards, and commenced with putting her books away. She was 100% organized, and had her own workspace with a computer right next to it, to enjoy some multi-tasking if she wanted. While watching the news, she booted up her computer and went on facebook, and said hi to a few of her friends that were on. She heard a knock on her door, and looked at the clock. 7:30. Oh my, time to go. She left her room when she felt a lot of pressure in her waist. Well, we all know what that means. She took a quick turn to the bathroom where she released her pee from the night, and hopefully all of her orange juice. While in the bathroom, she brushed her teeth. Finally, time to go; she went into the car, where her mother has the daunting task of taking all of her kids to school. First Grace to the high school, her 13-year-old sister to middle school, and her 6-year-old brother to the elementary school. Grace took the front seat next to her mother, with a small cup of iced tea by her side, because she always seemed to be thirsty, and she absolutely loved iced tea. By the time she got to school, she went to her homeroom for about ten minutes until her first class began. Through her first couple of classes she took notes and listed to those boring teachers. After her third class she usually needed to pee badly, especially due to her iced tea going right through her. Her bladder was never broken before. It never bothered her, and she lasted hours before even deciding that it was urgent. Well, for some reason that feeling wasn’t bad enough for her to care, and she got out of class a bit late, so she really didn’t have time. Soon lunch came and she took out her sandwich, and look, even more iced tea. She couldn’t help herself. She ate lunch quickly and chugged her iced tea, this time a bottle and began her homework. One of her friends, Ana, began talking about the basketball game last Saturday, and how the team did great. She replied a couple of times, but being the great student that she is, she was more focused on her homework. She had the second lunch, so she only had three classes left. One was history, with her boring lecturer talking for the entire class. Oh joy, best time too, right after lunch, for some reason that only made her more tired. Afterwards was gym, completely away from the entire school but still was kind of fun nevertheless. Finally there was her English class, arguably her best subject, run by Mr. Jordan, and nice, but serious teacher, and he does not tolerate rule-breaking, no issue for Grace. After the lunch bell, she made her way to the history room, and the teacher began the lecture. It was so easy to not pay attention in that class. She never calls on anyone, and just reads from the book. That’s pretty much everyday until she writes out a review (that everyone copies off the board) and then there’s a test. For an honors history class, that’s pretty easy. Too bad the material’s boring. About ten minutes into the class, the pressure returned to her. She had to pee, and knowing that iced tea, it won’t be long until it gets a LOT more urgent. She was fine, but in ten minutes, not so much. She began to squirm a bit to comfort herself. She was extremely uncomfortable in her state, but she wasn’t letting loose anytime soon. It got even worse though, with ten minutes left in class, she had an elbow in her crotch, as it was the best way to avoid looking so obvious. She had no chance of asking to go. In that class, you have to raise your hand up HIGH, and HOPE she notices it, and you have to announce that you have to go to the entire class. Haha, NOT going to happen! 1 row left and one seat down. A boy was taking notice of the girl in front of him. Not that he was a very noticeable person, but that girl in front of her is well known to him. Since before even high school, this boy, Noah being his name, was one of the top of the class, all A’s, teacher’s pet, even in gym. Problem is, he constantly was nearly tied with Grace. This lead to a friendly rivalry with each other. Grace simply saw a rival in him, a person to compete in grades with. However, Noah saw a lot more in Grace. Along with a brilliant mind, he saw a cute face, a lovely personality, and a lovely girl to think about during his daydreams. Yeah, this obviously means he likes her. After 5 minutes of staring (he could easily get away with that, because Grace is in his eye view of the teacher), Noah noticed her squirming a bit. He noticed her grabbing herself with her elbow. Something’s obviously going on, he though. No way! She needs to pee? Now, Noah isn’t very open with girls, but he’s still a 16-year-old boy. He felt his completely familiar tightening within his boxers. Oh god, come on I’m in school for god’s sake! Too late, it’s there, it’s a lot less noticeable than he thinks, but he’s still trying to cover it. He couldn’t tell why he was feeling that, and he’s thinking that it was Grace trying to grab herself. Whatever, he needed to stare at her for the rest of class, and miss his notes. I mean, what would you rather stare at? Gym came, and Grace made her way to the girls locker room. She changed into her gym uniform (no need for details here http://animepee.co.cc/public/style_emoticons/default/tongue.gif), and looked at the toilet room, all out of order. Shoot! She thought. I have a feeling this gym class will be harder today. Given the cold winter, they decided to stay inside and play kickball, or should I say a variation of kickball, called “mat-ball.” It really wasn’t easy to kick for her, given her current condition, so during her turn, she would intentionally kick softly and get out, and sit in the sideline until they were in the field.* Mat-ball is a game that we play at my school and it works a bit differently than kickball. On the field, she stayed in the middle of the gym so she can catch the soft, short balls kicked by the people who simply didn’t care. She was able to leave most of them to the boys in the back, including Noah who caught an easy pop fly. Standing was difficult for her, and by now she was in pain because her bladder would have been released by now. She avoided crossing her legs, and grabbing her crotch, because that would make a major scene (especially for someone like her). One ball from a girl went short right into her “catch zone” She grabbed it for an easy out, too easy. Too easy? I’ll regret saying that! One boy kicked the ball, and at full speed, it made its way to Grace. Oh she caught it, with the price of it smashing her stomach at 50 mph. Ah, no this is too much! She thought. She began to feel a spasm, as well as a warm feeling in her waist. She regained control, but she did feel a large squirt of pee flow into her panties before, and maybe on her gym shorts. Who cares, they weren’t tight, and they were dark, so it wasn’t noticeable. At the end of gym, she needed to asses the damage she did to her panties, so she moved to the corner of the locker room. She removed her gym shorts to observe her panties. Yeah, she wet them pretty badly. The entire bottom became a dark, royal purple, and it moved to the front as well. Too close, She thought, and she put on her jeans again. Finally English class, she could get away with that. She needed the full class time to reach it, so she would have to ask Mr. Jordan. By the time she got to the class, the bell rang, and Mr. Jordan announced that a test was about to being. Oh no! I forgot about the test! She cried in her head. During a test, the room must be in complete silence, and unless, the person is sick, there was no leaving the classroom at all. She usually would have no problem taking a test, especially in that class, but it was really hard to concentrate for her. After her squirt, the feeling got even worse, and it only continued to amplify itself, and along with that, her wet panties were getting cold, so it became even more uncomfortable, as well as harder to hold. This test was being handed in about 30 minutes into class from most of the students, including Noah. Usually Grace is able to finish it 10 minutes before everyone, but she was greatly slowed down. Noah, after finishing the test, took even more notice of Grace. She looked really uncomfortable. She was constantly squirming, and once she grabbed her crotch (at this point she couldn’t help herself), he felt it again. At one point, Noah looked down slightly lower down to her slightly raised butt, due to her sitting slightly on her leg. He noticed a gap in her clothing. Purple on top, skin in the middle, and more purple on the bottom. Noah couldn’t believe it, Grace wasn’t paying attention to her pants! Her pants moved even a bit lower to the point where Noah knew he was staring at her panties. His eyes were locked now. Grace was in the perfect position for him, and he was eating it all up. She finally finished her test, and the clock read 2:57 P.M. Almost out! she thought. Focused or not, she was going to get a good grade, she just had to slow down to concentrate on her bulging bladder, that was ready to burst any minute. She made her way to Mr. Jordan, walking really slowly, as her bladder throbbed through each step. She asked in a near whisper “Mr. Jordan may I PLEASE go the girl’s room?” “Grace…it’s 2:59, you can wait a minute…” In reluctant agreement, she returned to her seat, and continued squirming. When beside her seat, she grabbed her back waistline and felt her panties greatly revealed outside of her jeans. No way! How could I let this happen? She pulled her jeans up to make her look presentable, and sat back down. By now, Noah didn’t even care, he fell in love with the look on her face when she realized what happened. Finally, the bell rang, and the students stormed out of the classroom. Mr. Jordan stopped Grace. “Grace, do you have to go that badly? You took a while taking the test. That’s really unlike you.” Grace responded and winced in pain when she heard him say “go.” “Sorry, but I really do, and I never got a chance to go today!” Mr. Jordan understood her problem, “I’m not going to hold you up. You better get to the bathroom before all the girls reach them first.” Grace walked out and made her way to her locker. She needed to be quick. She grabbed the books she needed and replaced her unneeded books in her locker. After finishing her checklist, she placed her books in her backpack and ran off to the nearest bathroom. All the stalls were taken, at this point she has no time. In pain, she left the school to walk home. The school is about a mile walk from her house, so she was responsible for walking home. Her sister stays at school for basketball practice, and her brother plays in the playground until 3:20, so she usually makes it home first. As she walked out, it suddenly got colder. The breeze was strong, and the frostbite feeling commenced. She felt another spasm, but it wasn’t as severe this time. It only dripped twice. The breeze went away, and it wasn’t as cold anymore. She had her coat on. This was the best she could do. She made a speedwalk to her house. She was running out of time. There was pain in every step she took, and in every step she took, she risked letting it all go at once. She was hoping to run into nobody, but unluckily for her, her speedwalk made her run into Noah. Noah became instantly excited. “Ah Grace! It’s nice to see you!” “Why? Are you looking to steal my grades?” “How could you say that Grace? I would only want to compete fairly!” Noah’s stalling. He’s never seen a girl need to pee so badly before, and he knows it much be horrible for her right now. “So Grace, you were squirming a lot today. Getting a little antsy? What could you be thinking about today?” Grace instantly blushed. Noah began to smile. “Wha…wh..what are you talking about N…N…Noah?” She’s stuttering, she’s not convincing anyone. “Oh come on! It was so noticeable! Seriously though, something’s going on. I mean, you even let your panties slip!” Now Noah began to blush, he’s not used to saying something like that to a girl. “Sorry, but it was too obvious.” She blushed even harder, she was worried that someone took notice of her. Her ears and cheeks got red hot, and she nearly lost focus of her bladder. “Noah! Y…y…you pervert! You have the nerve to even say that to me!” Noah began to laugh now, “Hey, you’re the one giving the show!” “Whatever. There’s nothing wrong with me, and you’re beginning to bother me. Now, go away.” Man, what is this stupid guy trying to accomplish! Grace began losing her patience. Her conversation was beginning to take her focus away from her bursting bladder. “Man, what is it with you? Come on Grace, what’s wrong?” “Agh! Noah! You’re being very annoying!” Grace was starting to act childish, but then again, so was Noah. “Hehe. I’m not going away anytime soon. Come on you can tell me. We’re both mature teenagers (for the most part). I have no reason to make fun of you.” Grace’s tensed in rage for 2 seconds, causing another spasm in her bladder. This one was less severe, but it got her attention. She grabbed her crotch again, successfully stopping the flow before it got serious. “For god’s sake Noah, if I haven’t made it obvious enough to you today, I have to pee, all right? Really badly, like, needed to pee all day. Can you stop bothering me while I try to make a run to my house?” In her yelling she winced in pain again. Noah worried for Grace’s social well-being. As much as he wanted to care for her when she needed him, he knew that Grace wetting her pants would probably ruin any chance to be with her, so he needed to comfort her. “Oh, really… Then I don’t want to be too much of a bother…” He knew this would probably be his only chance to talk to her for a long time without any people around. He knew it’s a risk, be he needed to ask her. “…but I’ve needed to talk to you for a while…” Grace, grabbed her crotch with her left arm (she was left handed) to keep her focused, but immediately took his words into her mind. Oh my god!? What could this be? Grace grabbed her chest with her right arm and made a face, that Noah really liked seeing. Noah immediately reacted. “But…before I say anything…That face you just made…was…probably the cutest thing I ever saw in my life.” Grace blushed again, she knew what was coming. “Well, I think I got your attention…so hopefully we’ve been in good enough terms with each other to come to a mature decision on this…Well…sorry…for….stalling, but I’ve always wanted you to…uh…be…my girlfriend.” Grace took his words immediately in her mind and blushed again, even more red than before. Suddenly, she completely lost all of her focus on anything but his words. For the first time in hours, she felt relaxed, unaware of the world around her. Everything became suddenly unknown to her. The only thing she now realized that Noah had a strong “fondness” of her that she never realized, which made her suddenly feel happy and loved. Right before she responded, she realized that within those mere 2 seconds that she completely lost control of herself, and that warmness in her upper body suddenly was soon shared by her legs as well. Returning to the real world, Grace felt an odd sensation on the lower part of her body. It wasn’t too long before she realized that the pee that she has been holding for hours is being released from her desperate bladder right here, right now. Grace decided to give up. It’s coming out, and she knew now that it’s not stopping, so now she’s done trying. She stood there, and let it all out. From Noah’s viewpoint, he took notice of Grace having a sudden spasm. He quickly noticed her dire situation. The inside of Grace’s jeans suddenly took a shade much darker, and creeped its way lower and lower down her legs. In weakness, Grace grabbed a tree to her right and bent her knees slightly. Her pee began traveling to her butt and down the back of her legs. It released in an intensity that some of it began to seep out of her jeans immediately from her butt down to the sidewalk below her. In a mere 10 seconds, Noah took notice of Grace’s pee absorbing into her jeans and falling onto the sidewalk in complete unison. In a matter of ten more seconds, Grace felt her stream-like sensation from her body weaken into a drip. She let out the rest of what was left in her. In the aftermath, Grace looked down and stared at her now soaked jeans, now cold from the winter breeze. The sidewalk had a clear puddle on in, and the snow covering the grass near her slightly melted due to her warmth. Grace’s jeans were completely drenched from her butt down to her ankles as well as the front of her crotch. In the end she closed her eyes and sighed. It’s over. Grace lost all sense of reality at this point. She knew she was experiencing a fixation from…something. She couldn’t tell if it was from the fact that she finally let it all out, the fact that she was now suddenly attracted to the boy in front of her, or worse enough, she enjoyed the feeling of peeing her pants. Noah freaked out for a moment. A million things were beginning to happen in a matter of seconds, and he could barely take in each one. For now, he concentrated on the fact that the girl of her dreams just peed her pants, right in front of him. “Grace…Grace…Oh my god! I…I’m…so…sorry. Did I distract you too much!?” Noah worried for her, but he still couldn’t help it. She just looked so cute and helpless. All he wanted to do was grab her and cheer her up in some faraway place. Noah’s question knocked Grace back into reality. “Oh, Noah…I’m sorry…please…don’t freak out and blame yourself. This is all my fault. I’m the idiot who didn’t use the bathroom before…” Noah’s words made her realize that she was standing there with wet pants outside. She realized that she needed to get out of there before experiencing a long period of social abuse. For now, she was glad she could trust Noah. “Grace! Please! We can’t just stand here! You gotta get home, and fast!” Noah knew she wasn’t responding, and without hesitation, grabbed her slightly wet hand and began to run. Grace continued her feeling of great pleasure, but still couldn’t figure out what it was. The thrill of escaping from society got to her, and she began to run faster, and with a smile on her face, switched the grip of hands and now SHE was pulling Noah ahead. After 3 minutes of running, Grace found her house right in front of her, still holding Noah’s hand. Grace let go, and felt cared for, and appreciated it. (Here’s where it gets cheesy) “Oh Noah. Thank you for caring for me. I…” even with a smile on her face, she shed a few tears of joy, and let herself fall into Noah’s arms. “Well, I’m sure about the answer already, but I’d like it directly stated…” Noah was cut off quickly by Grace. “Oh shut up Noah. If I’m not acting like your girlfriend now, then I don’t want to know what I’m supposed to act like.” “Well…technically…” “Noah, shut up. I’m 15.” “Right…well, good luck taking care of that. I’ll be happy to see you tomorrow.” …and with that, Noah started walking away. Grace ran to her door, grabbed her key, and ran to her room. She found a new pair of jeans to wear, and a pink pair of panties that would have to do at the moment. However, before she changed, she felt like wanting to stay in her wet pants for a little bit. Without anyone around, she got to enjoy it. Even though she let everything out at once, iced tea always seems to come back in bursts. Grace was already soaking wet, but she needed to help reinforce what she was thinking earlier. Her need to pee again was minor. Hardly anything may come out, but she still wanted to try. In a mere push, she let out even more pee from her body, right into her already soaked pants. The stain that had brightened slightly had become darker yet again in some parts, and the cold pants became warm again around her upper legs and waistline. Grace felt so good letting it out in her pants. She knew what she was feeling before that she never realized in her life. “Oh my god. I never knew wetting myself would feel this good.” There, she sat there wet again, her jeans absorbing nearly every bit of her warm pee. The clock read 3:18. Her mother would be home soon. She had the dire need to rub herself a bit, but there was no time, she needed to get into new clothes. She grabbed a towel, took off her soaking pants and panties, panties that were wet along her entire bottom and back end and nearly completely around her front end, wiped her legs and her private parts, tingling in each rub, and put on her new panties and pants. For now, she was done. --------- This is the very first story I've written, and after a complete rework of the end of the story, I can actually say I like how it’s written. It gets a bit typical near the end in terms of side themes, but I tried my absolute best to make the situations, characters, and pretty much this whole story unique in terms of plot (explains the long background part of the story), but...it still may not be that great, but I should let you guys read it first Also, I plan on making this story a series, so if you like this, I will continue the story! I spent a really long time on background, so you'll be reading partially unwanted information in the first 40% of the story, but…it will be very helpful if you would want to read sequel stories. Also, hopefully writing this story has me getting over with saying/writing names for female clothing (for some reason I don't like saying any of it). Edited August 25, 2010 by Miles255 (see edit history)
(Hey I'm new here, so I thought I'd throw up a story or two and get some feedback. Let me know what you guys think! I also take requests as long as the idea is something I think would be interesting to write about. Admins, please let me know if this is too raunchy, and I will take it down. Hope everyone enjoys! Also, no this isn't Officer Birdy from the anime, I just thought the name was cute and used it.) “Oh no…” Officer Birdy whispered, the sound of her strained voice reverberating through the abandoned wherehouse. It was here that her arch nemesis Adonna had handcuffed her nearly an hour before. When she’d first left the precinct to pick up on a lead, she’d already been dying for a pee. But Officers were supposed to be tough. She stood by the rack of stolen merchandise fidgeting helplessly, as her bladder cramped and roiled, sending warning arcs of pain shooting through her abdomen. “Come on…come on…come on…Oh Gooood, I’ve gotta pee!” She knew she was being watched by every goon Adonna possessed. The camera in the upper right corner was blinking mockingly, daring her to just let go, and pee all over herself. How much more humiliated could she possibly be? She squinched her eyes closed, and tried to stop doing the ridiculous twisting pee pee dance, but the second she stood still, her bladder wailed, and she got right back to moving again. She knew she was going to survive this. Her partner was ace and would soon be arriving to rescue her. However Birdy was also mere moments away from completely and utterly soaking her pants, flooding them right in front of her enemies, who were recording the whole thing! The fabric of her jeans was pressed tight and warm against her twitching pussy. Tears of pain and utter desperation leaked steadily down her face. “Oh please…please just let me take a pee! Just come and take my pants down, I don’t care if you watch! Just don’t make me pee on myself, pleeeaaase! Oh God! Oh, I can’t hold it much longer! I’m gonna use the bathroom on myself!” No response except the echo of her own voice. She whimpered, and continued to twist and writhe, finally sinking into a squatting position with a low desperate moan, no longer able to support her weight on quaking knees. She longed to be able to reach down and grasp her aching cunt before hot pee spurted from between those wet pink lips. Trying anything now, she leaned forward to press her pussy against a jutting box corner. That helped a little, she rested it there, pushing into it so hard it both hurt and stimulated her. The sudden horniness however, only made her more desperate. Birdy had pissed herself only once before in her adult life, and that had been humiliating as well. She’d been scheduled to do a ride along with a young girl, about 20 years old who was interested in joining the force. Everything had been going fine for the first couple of hours. They’d even caught lunch in the officer’s private cafeteria, where Birdy had drunk three cups of coffee. Next, they had a gym session, where Birdy showed the girl a few karate moves. Over the course of this session, she’d drunk an entire gallon of water, perhaps dehydrated from the day’s heat. She’d meant to take a pee before they’d left, already feeling the need to urinate, but she’d been given a call. It was the first of the day, and Birdy didn’t want to miss the opportunity to give her ride along partner some first hand experience, so she’d rushed out without showering or wetting. The case had been routine, but tedious. A domestic violence dispute, with several witnesses. It took nearly two and a half hours to finish taking down all of the information, and by then Birdy was quite desperate, though careful not to show it except with the occasional wince, or by shifting anxiously from one foot to another. The girl, Roma, who secretly found Birdy very sexy watched her carefully. “That’ll be all ma’am.” Birdy said finally, putting her notepad away. Her bladder quaked with desperation. “Now, I’ll take off and go register this complaint, but do you mind if I use your toilet?” The woman shook her head apologetically. “It’s been broke for days. Can’t afford a plumber. You can pee in the tub though.” Birdy scrunched up her nose at the idea, despite the pressure mounting between her legs. She led Roma back to the car, and they headed for the freeway. Roma noticed her role model fidgeting uncomfortably in the driver’s seat, sweating, occasionally whimpering, and reaching down to discretely grab her pussy for a second or two before reclaiming the steering wheel. “Wow, you look like you have to go pee really bad.” Roma commented, instantly aroused. Perhaps she would have the opportunity to see this woman go to the bathroom in her clothes just like a little girl. Birdy blushed, and tried to be still, humiliated by displaying her desperate and private battle. “Oh yeah, I guess. After all that coffee and water, I’m practically wetting on myself. It’s okay though, we’ll be back to the precinct in no time.” Unfortunately they did not get back in ‘no time’. There was a huge accident on the freeway, and traffic was completely gridlocked. Very soon, there would be a huge pissy messy accident in Birdy’s panties. Birdy began to fidget even more, and was simply grasping herself, holding her pee hole closed to keep that first warm stream of hot pee from surging out of her pussy. “Ooooh, come on!” She snapped in desperate frustration. “Do you think you’re gonna wet your pants?” “Oh God, yes!” She admitted, tearing up. “I’m gonna have to use my siren to get passed all these cars, or this seat is gonna get soaked with my pee.” She started to reach for the siren, but Roma stopped her, looking indignant. “That would be an abuse of your power. You have to hold it in like everyone else. The siren is only for emergencies.” “But…but…this is an emergency! I’m gonna have an accident in my panties!” Roma shook her head stubbornly, and Birdy realized with horror that if she did use her siren, she would be reported, and she had so wanted everything to go perfectly. However she was seconds away from wetting herself in front of this soon to be rookie. The traffic inched forward. Minutes passed like hours. Birdy’s heart sank as she realized that even if she did use her siren there was no where for the cars ahead of her to pull aside, traffic was completely stopped. Her bladder quivered and fluttered, and beneath her fingers her crotch felt moist. Was that pee or sweat? She couldn’t tell. Groaning, she leaned her head against the steering wheel. “Oh…oh, I’ve gotta pee. I can’t believe this is happening. I’m gonna start going any second. Ohhh…please, please don’t make me wet myself!” Roma’s own panties were being steadily creamed with silky wetness, as her arousal mounted along with Birdy’s desperation. She stared openly at the woman’s crotch beneath her hand, knowing that any second the fabric would darken as her hot pee surged forth and completely destroyed the car seat with hot stinking urine. Roma felt her nipples harden and the walls of her vagina contract. She was about to cum her pants. Meanwhile Birdy was quietly panicking as she realized she simply could not hold in her pee any longer. It was really going to happen! She was going to use the bathroom on herself right in front of this young girl! “Please…please…please.” Birdy whispered. “Oh! Oh, it’s gonna come out! I’m gonna go in my panties!” She felt the pee force its way down her urethra, and three fat, slow, drops rolled out from between her shuddering vulva to stain the seat of her panties. She felt the quarter inch wet spot grow, and knew the rest was not far behind. “Oh no! I did a little in my pants. Oh, I’m doing it in my pants!” The sudden panic of having it actually begin made it even worse, and a three second squirt of pee flowed out of her before she could squeeze her little hole shut. The pee flowed into her panties, soaking warm, and running down to her ass. She felt her hands dampen, wet with pee pee. She was losing it! Roma saw the first sweet blast of pee, the smell of it reaching her nose. “Uuunnnh!” Roma groaned, as she pumped a stream of cum into her pants so long and hard it almost looked like she had pissed herself too, her panties wet and slick with vaginal juices. Birdy didn’t notice as she continued to have a major pee accident in the driver’s seat of her patrol car. I can’t believe I’m peeing in my pants like a little girl. Oh but it feels so good to pee! With that thought, Birdy felt herself go slack, exhausted from attempting to hold it. That was all her bladder needed, and pee surged uncontrollably into her clothes, puddling beneath her in the driver’s seat before cascading down in a pitter-patter onto the carpeted floor. The smell of pee was sharp in the car, and the hiss of the urine leaving her body and flooding her clothing was audible. “Oh God that feels so good. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…I just can’t hold it anymore. Oh…I’m wetting all over myself. God, I can’t believe I’m peeing in my pants. I’m wetting on myself right in front of you. Please, don’t look, don’t look! Don’t watch me pee-peeing in my panties! Oh God, to pee…peee…it feels so good!” She pissed and pissed, until finally she was empty. Finally, breathing hard, she came back to herself. It had felt so blissfully wonderful to release her bladder into her panties. She noticed that Roma was breathing hard too, and glanced at her, then down at the other girl’s crotch. She wore jeans, a few shades lighter than Birdy’s work pants, and the crotch was darkened with the cum of her orgasm. “Did you use the bathroom on yourself too?” Birdy asked sympathetically. “No,” Roma admitted, blushing deeply. “I got so excited watching you pee in your pants like a little girl, I came my panties. It felt so amazing! I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” Roma reached down to stroke Birdy’s sopping wet crotch. “Mmmm, I’m definitely gonna become a police officer like you, Officer Birdy, and maybe I’ll get to see more desperate girls wet on themselves.” Birdy was confused by this, but also found Roma very attractive. So she let it go, and without exchanging much more conversation the two women returned to the precinct, both of them wet. It was humiliating as hell to walk back into her office in soaking wet pants, but at least she wasn’t in pain anymore. A few months later, Roma was instated as an officer, and made a specific request to be Birdy’s partner. In the present, Birdy knew that she was about to pee her work pants for a second time. She leaned down, off of the box, giving in as she felt pee begin to flood out of her tiny pee hole with a loud hissing noise! “Uuunnnh, I’m peeing. Oh God, I’m peeing! There are you happy, you bitch!? You’re making me pee on myself!” She struggled in vain, making one last ditch effort to squeeze her sphincter shut, but it was a joke. She was wetting full force, the urine spraying out of her pussy into her clothes. “Oh…oh…I can’t stop it…you stupid bitch! I’ll get you for this. Unnnhh…I’m wetting my pants like a baby! Ooooh, I’m pee-peeing in my panties!” She pissed freely, and felt it completely soak the back of her legs, rivers of pee threading and dribbling down the fabric of jeans, before soaking and staining them forever with stinking pee. Up in the security room, Adonna was leaning back in her plush leather chair, stroking her pussy as hard and fast as she could, as she watched her beautiful nemesis desperately flood her pants with hot pee. “Oh God I love watching you pee your pants. Look at all that hot sweet pee…I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming, Birdy! AH!” As she reached her orgasm, she imagined Birdy’s sweet pee stream splashing right into her face, and pouring down her large breasts to mix with the cum between her legs. She squirted a long ark of clear liquid from her twitching pussy as she came, and it splattered across the security monitor, where the poor, defamed Birdy lay sobbing in humiliation and defeat in a puddle of her own disgusting pee. TO BE CONTINUED
-Reimi's Accident- Hi, I'm new, this is a mostly a true story that happened to me last year. I am a 17 year old girl so I would've been 16 at the time. I have long soft brown hair, I've got bigger breasts (I'm very self concious about them), I'm about 5' 5", I've got a slightly bigger bum that people like to tease me jiggles around easily from the littlest movements (I guess it kinda does), and my parents are both Korean so I look Asian, but I'm American. I changed the names and added more detail and stuff to make it more of a story. Sorry if this should've gone into a different section because of this.....anyway here goes, Reimi lay in bed early one Saturday morning, around 7:15, still sleeping wrestlesly. She rolled over on her side and subconciously put her right hand between her legs. She was dreaming of her boyfriend who she had just gone out with last night. He was the sweetest man she had ever known. No one had ever been so nice to her before. Suddenly her thoughts started to come to reality as she noticed her hand was a little wet. She quickly tightened her legs together and pressed her hand firmly against her crotch. She was wearing a bright green tank top and pink panties. Her panties felt very moist so she quickly threw off her covers and looked to make sure it was what she thought it was. Sure enough, she had dribbled a little bit in her panties, but it was only enough to leave a small wet spot. Realising that she still desperately needed to pee, she quickly got up, opened her door a crack and looked down the hall towards the bathroom door. To her dismay it was shut and she heard her mom happily humming away in the shower. Her mom always took long showers. She knew that it would be a long time before she'd get in, plus she was too embaressed to ask and was still really tired and would rather sleep. So she went back to bed hoping to sleep until her mom was out so she wouldn't be awake to try and hold it. She lay there, squirming under her sheets, shoving her right hand inside her panties and pressing firmly agaisnt her now very swollen and very moist crotch, jiggling her bottom around and doing anything she could to hold on. It was getting bad fast. She was tired which made it harder to hold as she usually doesn't have to in the morning. After about 10 minutes she slowly drifted back to sleep. Her body still stay tense, but her hand slowly came out of her panties and she rolled on to her left side sleeping comfortabley. An hour and a half went by and suddenly she woke with a start. She groggily looked over at her alarm clock. It was 8:45. She started to roll back over, but with that movement she noticed one thing. She had to pee. Now. She wanted to get up and run to the bathroom, but she didn't know if she could stand up without wetting the bed. She hadn't peed herself since she was 6 and she certainly didn't wanna start now. "God, please don't let me pee the bed." she quietly whispered to herself as she slowly sat up and dropped her legs over the side of the bed. A surge of desperation ran over her and she quickly shove both her hands between her legs in a desperate effort to hold back what felt like the most massive amount of pee she ever had. She could hear voices from out in the hall. Who was here? She slowly waddled over to the door, ramming her right hand so hard against her lips that her fingers were slipping insde a bit and getting wet through her panties, and opened the door a crack. She heard the voices of her mom and......her friend Kaitlin! What was she doing here!?!? Oh no. She remembered. They were supposed to go shopping together today. She couldn't go out there in her pink panties and just a shirt on...but she couldn't change without peeing herself compeltely either! She'd have to either try and change or run to the bathroom quickly.....she decided to try and change. She quickly threw her top off and went over to her dresser. The movement over to her dresser almost made her lose it. She slowly started to slip into a pair of short red shorts, but suddenly she felt another wave of desperation run over her and she shot a slightly long spurt out, which dribbled down her leg. "Crap! No no no no!!! This can't be happening!" she breathed. Just then her mom knocked on the door. No! Not now! She franticlly thought to herself. "Honey, are you up?" her mom asked as she started to open the door. "Um, mom, don't come in yet!" Reimi quickly blurted out, but it was too late her mom stepped in and saw her pulling her shorts on with a trickle of pee running down the inside of her left leg. Whether it was the distraction of her mom coming in or the fact that she was just too exausted to hold on anymore she didn't know, but a huge surge of desperation hit her and her sore little lips just couldn't hold it anymore pee start to pour from her panties turning them completely dark soaking them, running down her legs and through the panties down into the shorts that were halfway pulled up her legs, all over her hands and all over the floor. (she was standing in a half squat) "Mmmhhmmmm.....I'm sorry, Mom!!" she started to cry. Her mom just stood there not knowing what to do as her daughter sat there half naked peeing all over herself at the age of 16 in her own room. Reimi's back was facing her and she saw her panties riding up her bum's crack from all the previous wriggling. "U-uhm...i-it's alright, Reimi." her mom said as she walked over to comfort the girl. The pee kept running down her legs and splattering messily all over the place. It even got on her mom as she came over and hugged her. "Please don't tell Kaitlin, Mom!" whimpered Reimi as the last few drops of pee dripped from her panties. "Don't worry, deer, I'll just tell her you aren't feeling well this morning." said her mom as she kissed her on the forehead and left the room. Reimi got clean clothes and went into the bathroom to shower. This was an extremely embaressing morning, but strangely it had felt really good. She then turned on the water and got into the shower to clean herself up. The End. Sorry if it was kinda too detailed, but since it happened to me, details are pretty clear in my mind from the incident, and I love omorashi a lot too. I know that might seem really weird since I'm a girl and I'm straight, but I just love the feeling and love reading about other girls who've gone through the same thing. Hope you guys liked my story! ^^ Oh and again sorry if this is in the wrong spot! Love!
I wrote this a looooong time ago, but I hope you get some enjoyment out of it! Preface: For those of you who do not know who krystal is, this is not the fan fic for you. Disclaimer: I don’t own krystal yadayada or Fox Yadayada Shortly after the events of starfox adventures the starfox team decided to make krystal a member of the starfox team. We all knew this. The problem that the starfox team ran into is the fact that krystal knew very little about being a combat pilot and how to operate the lylac systems machinery. Thus to remain a beneficial and functioning team member, krystal opted to go back to the academy and take a crash course in all that was to be expected of her in the days to come. Krystal was still used to her days of leisure upon her own ship and upon the great fox. She was not used to wearing more than was absolutely necessary. In fact she abhorred the feeling of her fur rubbing and catching inside cotton. The less she wore the more comfortable she was , besides she knew fox liked it. In her orientation she was given 5 sets of the academy uniform, grey tight fitting work pants and a grey military style work shirt for the men and the same for women save for tighter fitting. She was also given her pilots uniform which was something like spandex mixed with under armor in consistency. It was very similar in design to her assault uniform. The uniform she was required to wear each day was the grey one, but every week they had one or two emergency scramble sessions, where they were graded on stopping what they were doing, getting their flight suits on and getting in the simulators as fast as they could. She did not like this. She was also not used to being forced to get up and out of bed in the morning. She was used to getting up whenever the hell she felt like it. Sometimes the only thing that got her out of bed is the fact that she always has to pee terribly when she first got out of bed. Always waiting until the annoyance of her throbbing bladder got to be too much to get up and go. Now she had to get up at 5 in the morning to be able to make her bed, perfectly, shower, pee, groom and get in uniform, perfectly, all for inspection at 6. This was her daily life for the next 6 months and she hated it. It was her 3rd week into the program. Her grades at this point were unsatisfactory by any standards so the night before she had pulled an all nighter with some of her friends for a comprehensive test on the operation of the land master tank system. There were a lot of energy drinks involved. Too involved with the study group she hadn’t pissed for hours, being the one to always wait till the last minute. She fully intended to when she got back because she did need to go. She was glad she wasn’t bunking with anyone. She even had her own bathroom. But as it would happen she was exhausted and crashed as soon as she made it back to her room. She would be getting 3 hours of sleep that night. She slept in the nude that night. The next morning she woke up to the incredibly grating buzz of the alarm clock. She verbally commanded it to go off at 5:15 thinking to herself that she didn’t need a shower. The alarm persisted. Irritated sat up in bed, feeling the cold breeze between her legs and looked at the alarm clock. “HOLY SHIT!” she yelled loud enough for her neighbor to hear her as she realized that it was 5: 50. She ran to the closet pulled on a pair of blue cotton panties that said foxy on the front with a renamon face under it, she loved digimon as a child, a matching bra and pulled her uniform on as fast as she could. She had to adjust the uniform as she ran for the common area. The inspections were usually about an hour long and led right into class after that, after the first class, which was about 3 hours long except on test days where you could leave whenever you were done, there was a 15 min break. She arrived in the formation just as the instructor was starting. She stood at attention absolutely focused on the person in front of her, as she was taught to do. As her instructor made his way through the rows of cadets she realized that she hadn’t done anything but get dressed this morning. The thing that pushed her to this epiphany was the fact that she had to pee. She wasn’t desperate or anywhere close but she was uncomfortable. Knowing that she had a test next with no way to go until after that did not comfort her. Her instructor continued to make the rounds for another 30 min, all the while Krystals bladder twinged and complained. By the end of inspection she was highly uncomfortable. Passing her inspection with flying colors, she made her way to the lecture hall. She picked a seat near the back as she always did. She was glad to be sitting for 2 reasons. One, inspection killed the legs and two, because this took a little pressure off her bladder. Although she did like to wait till the last minute, she would have gone by now. She was very uncomfortable and she was very nervous for this test as it was. She began the test after what seemed like an eternity. They were simple questions which didn’t take her long to complete individually but this was the comprehensive. The 200 question test seemed to last forever. With each question her concentration slipped a little more toward her now screaming bladder. Around question 63 it turned from a dull ache to a throbbing pain. It was driving her nuts. She crossed her legs and adjusted her tail so that she was essentially sitting on it, which serves the same purpose as sitting on your heel, hoping that would ease it a little. It did for a short time but around question 149 her bladder gave its first major contraction. This caught krystal completely off guard. For the first time since she was 16 she squirted in her panties. She dropped her pencil squealed softly and shot her hand between her legs. The urge lasted 10 seconds. It was a miniscule amount lost, not even enough to show up on her pants, but she was panicked. The fur between her legs was slightly damp and clung to her womanhood. She could tell that her renamon panties were also slightly damp. This unnerved her terribly and for 3 minutes she did nothing but hold her crotch and run terrible scenarios through her mind. She realized that she needed to finish the test and get to a bathroom now! She picked her pencil up off the ground, which was pure agony , and continued hand on her crotch the whole time. She had 3 major contractions throughout the remainder of the test, but this time she was prepared. She squealed, stopped and pressed hard on her crotch with everyone. The pain was undeniable. She almost lost it on the 3rd. Despite her precautions she still did not expect a push of that magnitude. Again she cringed and shot both hands to her crotch, but this one was stronger and longer than the others. Despite her efforts a small jet of pee made its way out of her. She pressed harder stemming the flow but also wetting the crotch of her uniform. Her tail was also getting wet. She was shocked, for the first time since she was 16, she had peed her pants. It was however still hide able. She continued with the test and got up too hand her test to the instructor. When she got up the pain doubled. She could barely walk. She managed to limp to the podium and out of the auditorium. The closest bathroom was unfortunately back at her room. She half limped, half ran to her dorm. She was so glad fox wasn’t around to see this. Every few steps she would have to stop or risk wetting her pants completely. Eventually she made it back to her room. She had to stop right outside her door due to another huge wave. She whimpered audibly and completely doubled over, both hands in her crotch. The pain was intolerable. Despite her efforts, she still leaked a small stream into her blue panties. She began to cry as she felt her hands dampen. She managed , through pure will to stem the flow to a spurt every few seconds as she fumbled with her keys. With the damp and dark patch growing with everyone. Her tail was between her legs, hiding the large patch crawling slowly up her perfectly shaped ass. Her crotch was soaked and her tail was slowly getting damp. She finally got the door open and slammed the door behind her. She ran to the bath room and as her foot crossed the thresh hold, the siren for emergency scramble went off. This always scared the shit out of her and today was merely the opposite. Her whole body tensed as the loud klaxon right above her blared. This put her over the edge. Her bladder contracted harder than she had ever felt. She immediately began to cry as her urethra completely laxed and she lost all control of her bladder. The klaxon ended. The sound was audible as soon as it did. The sharp hiss echoed in the pristine white bathroom. The scent of her own pee wafted up to her nose. Her legs collapsed under her and she fell to her knees. The wetness had flowed down her legs completely soaking her skintight uniform and soaking her leg fur. She sat there sobbing , still peeing as a puddle grew quickly under her. Her tail was soaked. She finally grew empty and just sat there crying in a puddle of her own pee. Eventually, she pulled herself together, and went into her shower. She began to peel off her uniform, and as she did, she surveyed the damage. Her pants were ruined, her tail, legs and hands would smell like her own urine for a week and her favorite renamon panties were soaked. She turned the water on and sat there in the shower, Thanking god that Fox wasn’t there to see her like this.
Finally I have finished the fourth chapter of Unlucky Star. Sorry that it took so long, but I ran into numerous distractions and had quite a bit of writer's block. Anyways, this story takes place at ComiKet, an anime and manga convention that Konata and the Hiiragi twins attended in episode 12 of Lucky Star. Konata of course had been there many times before, Kagami once, and this is Tsukasa's first time. The main character is Tsukasa, the short purple haired girl and youngest of the Hiiragi family. Picture of the twins and Konata: http://anime.advancedmn.com/images/media/669198802959-044.jpg Kagami on left, Tsukasa on right. Konata of course is the blue haired one. Vocabulary for this chapter: Otaku: a Japanese term used to refer to people with obsessive interests, particularly anime, manga, or video games ****************************************************************************************** The crowded line of anime and manga fans stretched back for what seemed like a kilometer away from the building where ComiKet was taking place but moved at a steady pace into the center. It seemed as if the weather chose this specific day to be the hottest so far this summer, but I was certainly dressed for the occasion in a bright red tank top with a white strip across the chest, a pair of light colored khaki beach shorts and light brown sandals. Konata handed my sister and me a map of the convention layout, showing the location of all the different tables and pointed out which tables to visit first to get the most fun out of the day. I took another drink of my one liter bottle of water as the line moved forward into the building. “Kona-chan, I’m afraid. What if I get lost in all these people?” I asked her as I looked around to the enormous swarm of otakus. “Relax Tsukasa, just stick to the plan and you’ll be fine.” Konata said in a confident tone. She was dressed in a navy blue tank top and jean shorts. Konata had attended many anime conventions before but this was my first time and I was definitely not confident. I was so nervous about things like this. “I’m not so sure, what if can’t find my way around? Oh I’m so nervous.” And I was; I guess you could say I preferred a quieter and less crowded place to have fun in, but I tried to keep optimistic. “Don’t worry sis, everything will be fine. We’ll all meet up later for lunch so it's not like you'll be by yourself all day.” Kagami said, trying to comfort me. She was adorned in an outfit similar to mine, but her tank top was a light purple instead of red and her hair was tied back in a bun. “I suppose you’re right, I shouldn’t be so worried. It’s just my first time being at a convention is all.” I said, feeling a little better as I finished my bottle of water and held onto the empty container. Time went by as we stood in line waiting to enter the center for what seemed like hours, but according to my cell phone time it was only one hour before we were standing right in front of the entrance. It was only a matter of minutes now, but I soon felt another feeling in my lower body other then anticipation. I had forgotten that all the water I drank would have caught up to me before long, but I now had a slight urge to pee. This was not necessarily a bad thing as I was about to enter the building and I could locate a bathroom before I began going around to the tables. Minutes later, we were inside and I discarded my bottle into a nearby trash bin. The convention center looked a lot bigger on the inside then it did on the outside just a few minutes before. The floor was covered in elegant dark blue carpet and the walls were painted white but covered with a plethora of large signs, posters and advertisements. The ceiling was no different and there were cardboard cutouts of various anime and manga characters strewn across the floor, some leaning against the pillars. We stopped next to a cutout of Haruhi Suzumiya before splitting up and my need to pee made itself more present in my bladder. I looked around for the nearest bathroom. “Wow, this place is huge huh sis?” Kagami asked as she looked around the room. “Huh? Oh, yeah it sure is, but I need to use the toilet first. Where are they?” I searched around the room but couldn't seem to find their location. “There's one on each floor. I recommend going now before the lines get too long.” Konata said, point in the direction of the first floor bathrooms. “...too long?” I said under my breath nervously. I didn't have an urgent need yet but I was still worried that it would become a problem if they lines to the bathroom really were too long. I realized now that with the amount of people here, it was likely it would if I didn't make a trip as soon as possible. “We'll meet back in the food court in two hours for lunch. Have fun, you guys!” Konata said before scurrying off and disappearing into the crowd. “See you later sis!” Kagami said as she waved goodbye. I was soon left by myself, other than Ms. Suzumiya propped up against the pillar next to me and the hundreds of otakus around me. My bladder soon reminded me that I needed to pee and I began to make my way through the stampede towards the restrooms at the end of the center. The amount of people here amazed me, I hadn't thought that this many people would attend an event like this but I quickly disregarded the thought as I needed to find a toilet before too many people lined up. I continued making my way to the back as my bladder filled up at a slow but steady rate. My hopes of a short queue were soon shattered to pieces when I made it to the restroom's line and saw the stretch of people from the door and all the way back, almost as long as the line to get in the center was. “Oh no… the line is already this long? Hopefully it won’t take too long to get through.” I hoped to myself as I moseyed to the back of the line and waited with everyone else. Sure enough and just my luck, the line moved as quickly as an intoxicated snail and thirty minutes later I was only barely a quarter of the way through the long queue. Not only that, but my urge to urinate increased twice as much in the process and had become a more pressing need then I was afraid of. It appeared that this line would take hours to get through, so I decided to try the other bathroom on the second floor as I waddled my way out of the queue and back towards the middle of the building where the stairs were located. As I pushed my way through the crowds, I felt a stronger twinge in my lower abdomen each minute and I could only hope that the next bathroom would be more available then the previous. I finally arrived at the stairs and climbed each step carefully, avoiding putting too much pressure on my tightly shut bladder and losing control. Thankfully, there didn't seem to be as many people on the upper floor as on the bottom and I quickly became consumed with confidence that the line to the bathroom would the same way. The feeling soon faded away when I saw a long queue stretching from the upstairs bathroom and back even farther than the downstairs one. “No! This one's longer! ...I have no choice but to wait.” I thought to myself, disappointed as I hobbled to the back of the line. There was nothing more I could do but stand in line and hold on as best as I could, which was more difficult than before because I was now having to hold myself between my legs like a little girl. I felt my face grow red with embarrassment as I was now obviously bursting to pee to anyone that looked my way. I began panicking; this line was not moving any faster than the last one and I worried that I was going to wet myself soon. My need grew worse by the minute as I was desperately trying to wait in line. I eventually couldn’t hold it all in anymore and felt a hot spurt of urine escape my tightly closed opening and soak up the crotch of my panties. “No, no, no! Ooh, I have to pee so badly! Please hurry!” I mumbled under my breath, just barely taking back control of my bursting bladder as I crossed a leg over the other while standing in place. I looked up from my crotch after checking for wet spots to see how the queue was progressing; there were still a lot of people in front of me, so much that I had now lost all hope of making it to a toilet in time now. If only I had stayed in the line downstairs, I might have had a chance to use the toilet but I let my doubts get the best of me. Tears welled up in my eyes and I shut them tight to avoid seeing the stares from people around me when all of sudden, I heard a familiar voice behind me. “Tsukasa…?” the voice said. I slowly opened my teary eyes and looked back while still holding myself. There stood a girl with purple hair tied back into a bun, bent over in place, holding herself between her legs with both hands just as I was. It was Kagami, who looked like she needed to pee as badly as I did. “Sis..?” I stumbled on my response, unable to concentrate on anything other than keeping my aching bladder under control. I was so surprised to see my sister in a situation like this that I almost lost it all right there. Kagami looked at me, obviously noticing my horrible desperation with concerned look in her light violet eyes. “Looks like we both…” Kagami cut herself off in mid-sentence, clamped harder with her hands, and crossed her legs tightly. “Tsukasa… I’m not… I-I can’t…” Kagami’s eyes shut as a lone tear ran down her pale white face and she squatted down in front of me. I soon saw a wet spot grow between her legs on her crotch and soak up the entire area before pee dripped from the bottom of her shorts, soaking up the carpet below her. She sat all the way down and covered her face with her hands as she whimpered and sobbed into them, obviously mortified about wetting herself just now. “Kagi… it’s okay.” I whispered as I tried to cover her front up in an attempt to hide her from staring eyes. The line had moved forward a bit but I didn’t move from my spot. Kagami stayed in her squatting position and people started to move around us to fill up the spot in front of us. “I can’t either…” I said to her in a sympathetic tone of voice. On that note, I felt my bladder completely relax its muscles and release the built up flood inside and soak into my khaki shorts. I looked down where I was still clenching myself through my clothes and watched as the area darkened with pee and filled my entire lower body with a wet and hot feeling. The spot continued to grow as did my humiliation until my shorts could no longer contain all of it and the urine began pouring down my legs. Kagami looked up from her slump and a look of shock came over her face as she stared at my dampened shorts. “I’m sorry, sis…” She said as a concerned look flowed over the once shocked look. A puddle soon formed under my feet and combined with my sister's puddle as more people were now staring at the both of us. I was glad that my sister was with me during this time, otherwise I would be a lot more humiliated then I already was for wetting myself; if my sister weren’t here with me, I probably would have ran away to hide my embarrassment from them. I reached down in front of me, wrapped my hands around my sister’s arms then pulled her up and she slowly stood up to her feet. I smiled at her slightly and we both wiped our eyes free of the remaining tears. “Don’t worry about it Kagami… let’s just try to get ourselves cleaned up as best as possible.” I said to her as she returned a smile. “Good idea…” she replied, still a bit shaken from her accident but seemed to be okay overall. Maybe she felt better since we both had one. There was nothing we could do now but just wait in line together which, ironically, was a lot shorter then when I first tried to wait in it. Kagami’s bottom was completely soaked, so she stood with her back facing me to hide most of both of our wet pants since the front of mine was mostly wet. The line moved surprisingly fast, and it wasn’t long before we were both at the front; I looked back and the queue had refilled itself with more otakus. Some of them seemed to not notice stepping in the large soaked area that Kagami and I made, others did and made an effort to avoid it at all costs. Soon enough though, it was our turn to go in the bathroom; we took separate stalls and pulled down our wet shorts so we could finish peeing and try to clean ourselves the best we could. Not long after I sat down, a slow but steady stream of urine poured out of my opening and splashed into the toilet water below. I was soon joined by Kagami shortly after I started and we finished almost at the same time, through hers was longer since she started later then me. After the stream came to a slow drip, I wiped myself with tissue then proceeded to wipe down the inside of my thighs and my legs. Flushing the toilet, I stood up and pulled my shorts and panties that had dried off a little already but still very noticeable that I had peed in them. I waited outside the stalls for Kagami to finish, and she soon finished the flushed her toilet as well. We met again and she sighed as the worst part was over now. “I hope Kona-chan will understand… I don’t think she has this kind of bad luck except for that one time in school a couple of weeks ago.” I said to my sister, trying to keep optimistic as we exited the bathroom. It was lunch time, so it was time to meet Konata in the food court. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that… she’ll understand more than you think Tsukasa.” Kagami replied. I found what she said a bit odd and didn’t quite understand what she meant by it. “What do you mean, sis?” “Oh, nothing…” She replied and giggled a bit. “Hmm. If you say so. Let’s get to the food court then.” I shrugged it off and we made our way to go have lunch with Konata. I sure hope my sister was right about her being able to understand that both of us had an accident and didn’t get to have any type of fun so far at ComiKet. Was there something that she wasn’t telling me? ****************************************************************************************** Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5
Before I begin, I'd just like to say something. This is a sort of auto-fanfic in that I'm basing it off of a story I'm currently writing. Obviously, the characters are original, and the story is not published, so no one here is going to recognize them... present company excluded lol. Also, in this case especially, I'd be EXTREMELY appreciative of some feedback. enjoy... Lykas sighed as he laid back on his bed. It wasn't very comfortable, but after what he had been through today it seemed like heaven. For his best friend, Axiel hadn't gone easy on him at all during training, and all of his muscles were sore. "Did he really have to show me up in front of his girlfriend?" He mumbled to himself as the fatigue began to set in. They had been sparring all morning, and that afternoon Ax had almost killed him in the sword fighting ring. For a half-angel, Ax could be brutal sometimes. As his eyelids grew heavy, Lykas focused on one memory to take his mind off the ache: the look on Axiel's lover, Amial's face as Axe's sword had pierced his armor, and the tip rested not a half an inch away from his chest. Lykas had always felt a sort of connection with Amial, but he didn't dare do anything that might invoke his companion's wrath. If Ax could be this brutal in simple training excersises, what would he be like if he was pissed off? Still, Lykas smiled as his consciousness slowly left him, but the memory of Amial's face didn't. She had deep, dark emerald green eyes that, despite their dim tone, had a sort of glow to them. Those eyes were her curse, meant to draw anyone in no matter how much she wanted to be alone. Her pixie-like face, framed by long, dark black hair, and her flawless, pale skin made it hard to believe that she herself wasn't an angel. The memory seemed to replay itself with a certain touch of reality, except this time, Ax wasn't there. There was no sword point nearly embedded in Lykas' flesh, and the look on Amial's face wasn't one of concern, but one of desperation. "Come on love, I have to go." Amial whimpered as tears welled up in those perfect eyes. Lykas looked around for Ax, not remembering him leaving... or his lover saying anything like that. He HAD blacked out from a blow to the head. Maybe he was remembering something his subconscious had held on to. But the thing that struck him as odd was that his best friend and mentor... wasn't there. "Who... are you talking to Ami?" His rough voice echoed as if they weren't in the middle of the forest, but in a cave or something. Amial's slender body was shaking. Lykas could hear her wakizashi rattling in their sheaths. It was odd for an assassin specializing in stealth to be making so much noise. She paused and glared at him. "Babe, don't play these games with me. Who else would I be talking to?" A vision of Ax disemboweling them both entered Lykas' head. What was she saying? That they were lovers? He had fantasized about such a thing since the day he met her, but... No... She knew as well as he did that Ax was capable of terrible things. He was only half angel and therefore not bound by their laws. Thou shalt not harm a human didn't exactly apply to him, and he would know exaclty how to kill Lykas, as the rest of the blood that flowed through his veins was the dark, powerful blood of a Lunacheis demon, just like Lykas. The only difference was that Lykas' other half was human. "Can we please go? I'm about to pee in my uniform." Ami said softly, her lips were trembling. The black microfiber assassin's garb the guild had supplied her with hugged her body tightly. It was inlaid with swirling silver protective runes. The bottom of the uniform laid only inches below her waistline, hugging her thighs. It was bound to her by magic, and could only be removed by her and only in the privacy of her own room. Even if she could take it off here, Ami had always had a fear of going to the bathroom in the woods. Men had this annoying habit of finding her just at the wrong time, being drawn to her by her infernal curse. The same curse was what made Ax so possessive. Lykas nodded his head in a mild understanding. He was still confused as to why Ami was addressing him as a lover, but he realized she needed to get back to the temple to use the restroom. He wrapped his toned arms around her slender form and teleported them both to the temple at Rez'garith, where they made their home. As they reappeared and he let go of Ami, she gasped. The shock from the teleport had made her lose a tiny bit of control. A single, golden drop made its way down her right leg as she jammed her hands between her legs and crossed them. Seeing her in this helpless state, when she was normally so independent, Lykas felt a sudden shiver go through every single one of his muscles and straight to his groin. He became instantly hard and had to force every ounce of willpower not to ravage her right then and there. The thought crossed his mind that binding magic, especially considering it was demon binding magic, would be nothing to him. A little of his blood on her uniform, and it would come right off. He supressed these thoughts, and forced his demon side to silence. He often had to do this when she was around, but it was more difficult this time. He simply watched as she dropped to the ground and sat on her heel, something he didn't quite understand, and started rocking back and forth. "I'm not going to make it," she whispered repeatedly to herself. Tears were flowing endlessly down her beautiful face, and Lykas wanted to disappear before he did something.... stupid. Then, as if she had resigned herself to her fate, Ami stood up and leaned herself against a wall. Streams of urine ran down her legs, which were now slightly spread, and formed a puddle at her feet. A dark patch was vaguely visible in the crotch of her uniform and grew steadily as the yellow liquid poured from her body. Lykas could no longer control himself. In an instant, he was inches in front of her, his hands on her thin waist and making their way toward her damp crotch, which was still producing the hot golden flow. He paused, as he stared into her cursed green eyes a moment before putting his lips to hers. He passionately kissed her until the flow finally ceased, then he pulled away and moved his hand downward to trace the damp patch around her womanhood. Taken by desire and no longer able to force his lust aside, he picked the wet, crying girl up and carried her to her room, where he watched her remove her wet uniform. She removed her arms from the sleeves, and pulled down the top to reveal her small, firm breasts, and then her stomach and then.... Lykas woke with a start. The sun shone brightly through his window and outlined the shadow of a tall figure leaning against his wall. "Did you have a nice dream?" A smooth, deep voice resonated in his mind as Lykas sat up to see his friend staring at his erection. It was times like this he was glad Ax couldn't read his thoughts. "Come on, we have some more training to do. Don't embarrass yourself like you did yesterday. I would hate to accidentally cut your heart out." Cutting his heart out... the only way to truly kill a Lunacheis demon. Lykas got up, already fully dressed, as he had fallen asleep in his armor. He grabbed his sword and followed Ax outside. The two drew their weapons and began to practice. Ami watched them intently as she always did. Lykas blocked one of Axe's strikes as he glanced over at the beautiful girl, and as his eyes made contact with hers, he realized something... he had to pee.
Yuno smiled lightly, as she continued sipping the milkshake, waiting in the cafe for him. Five more minutes... He was to be here in five more minutes. She'd be ready for him.. Her bag at her side, normally filled with knives and such, was now looking as if it was lacking in the amount of space. She only needed a few things today, as she was planning on getting him home with her. She looked at her cell phone, notiing the minutes counting down. Four minutes.......three minutes...........two minutes.......one minute........It was eight. She looked up, trying to find him. He hadn't been here. She started typing in her phone, copying the phrase as she sent the message to him. Once, twice, four times over. Five, six, eight, all of which said 'where are you?' She couldn't risk him not noticing, so she'd have to keep sending the message. Thirteen responses later, she heard 'Huh? Hello Yuno?' coming from her phone as she gasped. She quickly flicked through her messages to look at the new one. 'I'll be there in a minute I had to pick something up for you.' She gasped, flushing a bit as she pressed back a reply, starting to dance a bit in her seat as she smiled. She quickly danced over to get another shake, before prancing back merrily to her seat and waiting. She sipped down her milkshake, smiling as she waiting, dancing about merrily in her seat. A few minutes later, she bounced out of her seat as a familiar figure started into the room, grabbing something small from her bag. After which, she darted towards the figure, glomping onto the figure. "FaustFaustFaustFaustFaust!!" she squealed as she held onto the figure, bouncing around and hanging on him. "Yeah, yeah.." he called, "Sorry to keep you waiting Yuno. I had to pick this up for y..." Faust suddenly paused, before falling down in her arms, a small cloth having been pressed to his mouth, and knocking him out. "Yay!" Yuno called lightly, as she held the unconcious figure up, hearing something falling to the ground behind Faust. She picked up the object, a small wrapped item, before taking it over to her bag and putting the cloth and the package into it. "Oh, poor Faust.." she called, as she lifted the boy up. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to take you home Fauu~st." she called as she lifted the figure up, carrying him like a husband would a wife. She paused a bit as she suddenly felt a small twinge in her bladder. Apparerntly, her milkshakes were starting to get her. She'd get to the restroom, but at the moment, she had something more important to deal with. Starting home, she carried the unconcious figure, as she started to her house, feeling the milkshakes slowly going through her. But she had her love! It was fine with her. After several more minutes, (including having to re-apply some more chloroform to a semi-concious Faust to subdue him) she arrived at her house, opening the door. "Mom, Dad, I'm Home." She called, starting downstairs with no response from either of them. She took him into the basement, a chair sitting out in the middle of the dim room, as she positioned him to sit up in the chair. "Yuno finally managed to bring Faust-kun home with her." She called to herself, as she smiled. However, despite this little victory, Yuno was reminded of a very pressing urge, as she locked her legs together tightly. "Auu...Yuno needs to go to the bathroom.." she cooed to herself as she started to head back up the stairs, before pausing. If she went upstairs, Faust could wake up before she could secure him. If she stayed downstairs though, she might have an accident. Considering her options for a moment, she moved over to Faust in the chair, and pulled out some rope, first tying his hands to the chair as she stood over him, fidgeting as she did. Her legs kept dancing about as she finished tying the first arm, moving over to the second as she started to cross and uncross her legs. Yuno was starting to feel very full at this point. She thought for a bit as she finished the knot, wondering. She could head upstairs, since his arms were bound, or she could tie his legs first, and ensure he didn't move. Shoving a hand under her skirt as she danced for a bit, she moved over to Faust again, preparing another section of Rope as she squatted down, wrapping it around with one hand as she held herself with the other. Squirming even more, she continued to fidget with the rope, before figuring that she needed both hands to manipulate the rope. Squeezing her legs together as tightly as she could, she hastily tied his leg to the chair before shoving both of her hands under her skirt again. "Yuno can't hold it much longer..." she mused to herself, as her legs bounced up with her as she danced in place. "Yuno will take her chances, before she pees her panties." She called as she clenched herself tightly, turning to head up the stairs. However, as she did, a light groaning could be heard, as Faust's head moved. "Ahh....what happened?" Faust called groggily, as Yuno gasped a bit to herself. Faust couldn't have picked a worse time for Yuno to wake up. A small spurt sprayed into her white panties, warming them ever so slightly as she turned back, forcing back the flow as she moved her hands out of her skirt, yet still applying pressure. "Good Morning Fauuuust~" she cooed, beaming lightly. "It's so nice of you to join Yuno in her home." Faust paused, "Th..this is your home?" He called, as he went to stand up, before realzing he couldn't. Was that rope? However, before he could argue, Yuno had moved up to him, smiling a devilish smile as she slipped off her skirt, both relieving a bit of pressure on her bladder and allowing her love to see her pure white panties. "Yuno hopes Faust enjoys his stay here." she called, pushing into his leg as she did to help herself hold on. Faust paused, flushing as the girl moved closer to him, pressing herself up closer to him as she kissed him, forcefully. Faust felt the girl's tounge enter his, as he was unable to resist her, his hands being restrained. Her legs seemed to wrap around his own, as if she was intending on hanging on by them. Yuno, on the other hand, could feel her insides sloshing about, as she clenched around Faust's leg. On one hand, she was now french kissing her love, and was very ecstatic. On the other hand, Yuno was approaching her limit, and could feel the pressure building up. She eventually removed her lips from Faust's, as she leaned up a bit from him. "Now, Can Faust be a good boy while Yuno goes upstairs for a bit?" She called, her legs twitching around Faust's as she started sliding off of his leg. "Ah, Yuno.." Faust started as he raised his leg, lifting Yuno up as her leg went to touch down on the ground. Naturally, with such a reaction, Yuno's bladder took advantage of her slightly spread legs, splurting out another bit of the warm fluid into her panties, before she wrapped her legs around Faust's again. "Auuuu, Yuno can't hold it any more.." She called, reaching to hold her womanhood as she squirned on Faust's leg, before noticing a sort of flush about her love. "Does...Faust like seeing Yuno like this?" Yuno called, eyeing her prisoner as he had an aside glance, flushing deeply. "K-kinda..." Faust called, as the pink haired girl climbed up higher on Faust, her legs now on his thighs. "Yuno will do anything for her love." she called, as she spread her legs, showing off her once pure white panties, lightly stained by her spurt much more clearly, as she flushed. A few moments later, her panties darkened as she let her now spasming bladder empty itself over Faust, a small torrent coming from her panties. The liquid gushed out of her, splattering on top of Faust's crotch, warming it as the pink haired Yandere shivered while on him. "Yuno will keep Faust here, for a long, long while." She cooed, as she leaned in to kiss him again, flushing at the feeling of warmth from her womanhood. "And Faust will be here with Yuno..." Faust called, flushing deeply as he felt the girl's fluids soaking into his outfit, entranced and aroused. "Now Yuno gets to have something she wants.." Yuno called, as her torrent subsided, the girl pressing her area against a very specific part of her love. And as such, Faust wasn't heard from again, for a long while.
Note this is the first time I've written an omorashi-based story, and probably the first story I've actually posted anywhere, so if it isn't amazing, please be critical about it, I will not be hurt in any way. Also, for the non-British that read this story, this is set in England, so certain terms and words might confuse you, it's actually based off the first few days I've spent here in University, of course I haven't wet myself yet, and not in this fashion (Shame really) Also, just a little fun fact, Aaron was the original name that I would of received at birth, but it was changed after short notice. If it wasn't the sound of paper rustling slightly that drove you mad, it was the silence that filled the space between the rustling, Aaron's eyebrow twitched slightly as he continued to stare intently into the Biology book he'd pulled out of one of the libary shelves. It was early Autumn in the West Midlands of England, the trees were only just beginning to shed leaves, and it wasn't cold enough to warrent constantly wearing a jacket, unless it rained, and even then it was uncommon for you to actually end up uncomfortably wet, though followers of fashion seemed to have a good reason to overheat from what was observed. Aaron was just a freshmen, two or so weeks into the already challenging Biology course, though he was relieved to not be pushing himself that much, though the future would probably be much more cruel. Recluse by nature, and sarcastic by trade, he'd made the typical band of friends, and was on good terms with the others in his flat, providing the stereotypical British wit to the daily banter. The original rush of university simmered down as the second week came to a close, with the frequency of parties and drunk people decreasing as people realised they didn't have money trees, or jobs, which suited Aaron just fine, sleeping was no longer a problem, and he'd never been drawn to such things in the first place. The clock on the floor gave a louder-then-normal click, and a quick glance told Aaron it was now nine at night, and that the library was probably closing as he sat there, the sounds of the few students in the surrounding area getting up confirming it. As he got up there was a sudden jolt of pressure, as if his body had become numb while he sat there, which was probably the case, the reasons could be focused on after, right now, he needed to pee. Grumbling tiredly he carried the book back to roughly where he found it, slotting it back in with the rest of the books there, the throbbing in his groin getting greater as the numbness subsided. He trudged towards the toilet near the exit, only to be blocked by the librarian, "Dear, the exit is that way" Aaron's expression didn't change, save for the slight rise in his brow "But I need to-" The librarian's responce was a curt shake of the head with her finger pointing at the door "The library closed two minutes ago, I'm sorry but you need to leave, off you go" Aaron groaned lowly, walking out, the click of the doors echoing in his ears as he was effectively cut off from the nearest toilet. "Bloody cow..." He muttered as he nursed his cock through the fabric of his jeans, starting the walk back to the accommodations he was at, roughly half an hours walking distance away, his mind was already groaning at the prospect as he remembered the bottle of pepsi he'd downed before entering the library. The wind whipped his hair up as he walked across the bridge he always took, his navy blue shirt billowing outwards slightly as well, the hand still cradling the crotch, as if someone would try to take it if he left it unattended. The worst thing was that you never sweat during this time of the year, even when the Sun is out it simply makes the temperature lukewarm, and thus more water ended up in your bladder then your sweat pores "... Why the fuck am I thinking about my need to pee like the bloody lecturer?.." If he'd not be in the situation he was at the moment, he would of laughed and continued walking, instead however he was walking with a slight limp down a quiet pathway towards the main road in the cold night. The walk was not worth mentioning for the most part, the need continued to grow, and Aaron had ended up jiggling slightly whenever he had to stop to let cars pass in order to carry on, and forcing himself to appear normal to the odd gaggles of students that passed him. What was worth mentioning happened twenty minutes into the walk, the road was just about to end to make way to the appartment complex he was passing through, when the fire alarm went off, the shouts of annoyed residents quickly could be heard as people started to file out of the building, complaints of drunk students were the most prominent, it was happening alot around the town as bored students who were under the effects of drink, though it was amusing to pee alot of people off. "Aaah.. Fucking.." Aaron scowled, taking a sharp turn to the right to cut around the complex, there was no way he was going to get mixed with people who'd be expected to remain there to make sure noone was missing, which could take a whole hour. The detour would add a whole extra ten minutes to the trek home, and Aaron was beginning to become frantic, there were no public restrooms in town, the shops were shut, and even if they were open they never let non-staff use the facilities, and he was bursting with pee, about five more minutes from his halls. He bit his lower lip slightly as he moved his other hand over his groin for a moment, the moment of relief washing over him quickly. The halls quickly came into view, and he made his way into the central courtyard and towards the block he was in, he grabbed the handle and tugged, the result was a locked door doing it's job "Ah come on-bloody keys" He crossed his legs tight as a hand dug into his pocket and fished out the keys. He grimaced as he opened the door, the retard who designed it thought it wise to require two hands to effectively open the door, he darted inside once he could get in without issue and made his way to the stairs, stopping short of the steps to prepare himself for the additional exertion on his now-aching bladder. Each step was a firm jolt along his cock as he forced himself up the stairs, he was on the 2nd floor and needed to climb quite a bit of stairs. Soft whimpers breaking the monotony of steps as he made his way upwards, he sighed with relief as he got to the top, eagerly stepping forward a little more. What happened next was lost in translation as far as Aaron was aware, but he must of hit the step wrong, because he quickly found himself falling forward and smacking onto the floor in front of the stairs, a sharp yelp spreading up the staircase as he felt the pain hit him, He groaned loudly as he pushed his body off the floor and onto his feet again, frowning as he realised his cock felt different "Oh......." He looked down to see the patch of dark denim on the front of his jeans, he was lucky his hand had been covering his groin, since it prevented an actual flood. If anything now he was on his last leg, he pushed himself hurriedly to the door of his room, fumbling angrily with the key as he felt himself hit the edge of control, the opening of the door ironically signaling his bladder to open up as well. He whined pathetically as he moved into the bathroom, the door closing behind him as his jeans turned dark blue and the sound of hissing filled the bathroom "Goddammit.." He shook slightly from the relief as the puddle under him grew, the entire front of his jeans, along with his legs, completely soaked, the act going on for roughly about two minutes. Aaron turned his head sheepishly towards the mirror next to him to find himself staring at a soaked student, his shoulders slumped slightly as he finally became aware of the cooling pee in his jeans "... Bollocks..." Final note: Bollocks = British slang word which literally translates into someone saying "Balls" (of the testicular kind)
DISCLAIMER: I wrote this on the fly. IE: 0 drafting, and on the fly research, if any (some knowledge is from myself). Also, I've never written fiction before. I'll do my best. Since I've never done this, I figure I'll do something simple: school wetting. Hope you enjoy. Tiffany turned into C Parking Lot. Packed. As usual. She never understood why the college never bothered to expand the lot. Cruising for nearly 10 minutes, she finally found a spot near the edge of C-Lot, bordering into the overflow dirt plot the school has been planning to use for a new annex building. For some reason, she wasn't surprised it hasn't happened yet. Typical that the schools were the last to see any money for anything in this state. Even though she was voted "Most Cheerful" in her Highschool yearbook, a few quick years living in the real world managed to leave her jaded and bored with her routine in life. Almost apathetic in her daily actions, it took quite the convincing from her friends to go to college. And now, after being laid off her last job, she became an even more jaded shell of a person after that. If you looked at her, you probably wouldn't tell how jaded she was. Tiffany rarely showed her emotions. But if you looked at her long enough, you could tell she was always thinking about something, even if you didn't know what it was. She was a rather normal looking girl though; standing all 5 feet 4 inches tall with a rather fair complexion. She kept her brunette hair shoulder length in a ponytail usually, just to keep her hair out of the way. Average in almost every way, she was a person who almost always blended into the background. Her brown eyes were always behind a pair of black rimmed glasses and were usually never staring back at you, her eyes always seemed to be looking away. Her left arm sported scratches up and down from wrist to elbow, things she received while working her first job at an ice cream parlor, that for some reason figured the roughly cut Plexiglas viewing windows wouldn't be an issue..despite her numerous protests. Another experience that left her jaded. She killed the engine, got out of her Toyota, and made the trudge into the college's Humanities Building. Her skirt ruffled in the wind. While a little cold out, she wasn't as phased by the breeze since she had her knee-high socks on. Her History class was today. She couldn't quite remember where they left off, but it wouldn't be that big of a bother being History was one of her forte's in school. She had half an hour to kill before class, which meant she had time to peruse the school's food court. She picked up a nice large iced coffee and an Otaku USA magazine, which would keep her entertained for at least half an hour. She had a weakness for coffee. Her most recent job was one at a small coffee shop, which eventually fell victim to the super-chain of Starbucks. Quite the barista, Tiffany enjoyed making and drinking coffees of all kinds. She walked by a set of tables, and found an empty one and quietly sat down and enjoyed her coffee and magazine. As time passed on, she had finished her coffee and put her magazine into her book bag. She walked back towards her building. After drinking the iced coffee, Tiffany eyed the washroom, but passed...partly on apathy, figuring that the medium soda she had prior to the drive to college wouldn't be that much of an issue. Plus class was only 2 and a half hours..nothing amazingly she couldn't handle. Well, nothing she figured she couldn't handle being she never attempted it before. She jokingly almost thought of it as a challenge. She climbed the flight of stairs to the second story of the building and towards her class. She took her seat, her classmates arrived as well as her professor, and class began. The class picked back up at where they left off in H102: World War II. The lecture picked back up at the Invasion of Normandy. The professor dimmed the lights and put on some film footage of the invasion from the point of view of the Allies: from inside the landing craft. Tiffany gazed as the landing craft fought the waves and headed towards the beachhead. Tiffany sat up and stiffened a bit. Apparently all the drinks she consumed were more than she assumed. Her bladder started to fill up. She looked at the clock. Even in the darkened state of the room, she could see that she had 2 hours to go. She thought about it...but she figured she could wait. She started to consider this more of a serious challenge, and for once, was actually determined to complete it, partly due to the fact she didn't feel like getting up. After the film, the professor started to lecture on the finer details of what occurred during Operation Overlord. The lecture proved quite interesting, covering anything from the hardware used by each faction to tactics employed on the field by Allied troops. The lecture took up another hour, and they started to move into discussions. With an hour left, Tiffany became increasingly more desperate. Her bladder was now quite full, and felt as if it was filling up even more still. To combat this, she crossed her legs in hopes pressure would be relieved. It was, and she felt a little better. She continued to focus on the class. After the discussion, the class handed in their latest essays and they moved onto the next subject: The Battle for Caen. With 45 minutes left, Tiffany figured she should be in the clear. Sadly, she was just a tiny bit off. With 20 minutes left, Tiffany felt a huge surge about to escape her. She quickly stuffed her hand inbetween her crotch and pressed against her lips through her panties. She was dry, for now. She quickly became nervous in the fact that she had never been this desperate nor did she have any idea what to do. She came up with her contingency plan: dart for the nearest washroom after class was over. She removed her hand as not to draw notice. But to her distress, a few spurts made their way into her panties, making a quarter sized wet stain on them. She blushed, even though nobody could see what she did, she still felt somewhat embarrassed to what she just did. Five minutes left. She was almost there! Two more spurts. She quickly moved her hand down again to check the damage. Still not that bad...about the size of a half dollar now. As long as she can move fast, she should be okay. The professor finished the lectures for the day, and the class was dismissed. Tiffany briskly walked down the stairs and towards the washrooms only to find her worst enemy: a line out the door. Ugh. She remembered once again that this school seemed to be built so poorly, with only so many buildings housing washrooms, with her building being one of them. She had to make a quick decision. She dashed to her car with hopes she could stop somewhere like a gas station. This challenge had now turned into more of a distressing situation than a joke. She walked as quickly as her legs would let her. The breeze blew again, though this time she cursed the breeze as it made her urge that much worse. She started to worry she wouldn't make it. She saw her car, almost there! But her body told her otherwise. She felt wetness between her legs. She looked down and saw droplets falling onto the asphalt. No! It couldn't be! She increased her walking speed and made it to her car and tried to jam her key into the door. The urge become exponentially worse. For the first time in a long time, a shocked expression came across her usually emotionless face. Suddenly, her body froze, and what seemed like a never ending flow of pee came out of her and onto the ground. It showered down her bare legs onto her knee-highs, and into her flats. Her white knee-highs suddenly became tinted pale-yellow as her pee soaked into them, and the excess found its way into her shoes which overflowed when they were at their capacity and then flowed into a puddle on the asphalt. Finally, it was over. Tiffany looked around in hopes that nobody saw, which from what she could make, nobody did. After the event, she recovered and quickly got into her car and drove off, leaving only a puddle behind. As she drove home, she thought about the entire incident. She was somewhat intrigued by the feeling she had when she lost control. She wondered what it was. It felt new. She decided that maybe, just maybe, she should try it again and see if that feeling was there a second time or not. To be continued? --------------------------- Well, there you go. It probably wasn't as fantastic as most fiction out there, but again this was my first attempt. I do hope some of you enjoyed. Maybe I'll try again sometime.
Warning Tags: Omorashi themes - Female desperation and wetting, bed wetting. Sexual themes - Girl on girl Master/slave punishment, bondage, girl on girl oral sex, finger stimulation, expression of sexual satisfaction, female ejaculation. Urolagnia themes - being peed on and drinking pee. Both Kagami and Konata are 18 years of age during this fiction. The 5th installment of Unlucky Star is finally completed. Let me know of any typos or grammatical errors. Anything that can make the story easier to read and flow better. Enjoy. ********************************************************************* My eyes opened slowly to a bright light in the middle of the room, causing me to squint before I could fully adjust to their fluorescent beams. My eyesight still blurry from having just woken up, I couldn’t make out the small figure standing next to my bed. I tried to pull my arms up to my face to rub my eyes but my attempts failed as an unknown force was holding them down. “…ungh…? Wha…?” I wearily muttered as my eyesight and conscience slowly normalized. I momentarily forgot about the other figure in the room and looked over myself, wondering why I was unable to move. I quickly began panicking as I became aware of the source of my limited mobility; I was tied to the bed with ropes, one on each of my wrists and ankles. I flailed my limbs around as fast as could in a desperate attempt at freeing myself from captivity. Realizing that I was bested by the tightly knotted strength of the ropes I screamed out only for my voice to be muffled by a strip of thick cloth that was tied around my head and covering my mouth. “No one can hear you, and you won’t be able to get out of these ropes.” A familiar voice exclaimed as I quickly looked up at the girl standing next to me. It was Kagamin, standing with a stern look on her face and dressed in a red cammy top, a short black skirt and heals. I stared at her with an inquisitive and worried look in my eyes, wondering if she was the one that put me in these ropes. Kagamin grinned and walked closer to where I was laying then leaned over my head, resting her hands upon her knees. “Promise me you won’t scream and I’ll take the cloth off and explain why you’re in this situation.” She said in a demanding tone. I nervously nodded my head in agreement as my heart pounded inside my chest at what felt like 100 beats a second. Kagamin smiled and reached her hands behind my head and untied the cloth’s knot. As I started to calm down, I noticed a tingling sensation in my lower abdomen that was telling me that I needed to pee as I always did when I woke up. It was manageable for now; however, I hoped I could get out of these ropes so I could go to the toilet after I found out what was going on. The cloth was removed from my head and I slowly opened my mouth, looking at Kagamin as she set the cloth on my bedside table. “What’s going on? Why am I tied up, Kagamin?” I nervously asked her as I continued to try and pull myself free. A determined look formed over her face as she spoke to me. “You’re being punished.” She relentlessly said and my heart sank. I didn’t know what I did to deserve this kind of treatment. “…Punished? But, why? What did I do?!” I anxiously asked her. I stopped my failing attempts at pulling the ropes off as it wasn’t helping my need to pee which has gotten a bit more urgent. “I can’t believe you don’t know what you did…” She said looking at me with a hint of shock. I stayed silent, oblivious to what she was referring to. “You’re telling me that you don’t remember causing the entire school to find out about what happened to me at ComiKet?” She sternly asked. I quickly remembered what she was talking about and became filled with remorse. “Now everyone knows that I had an accident. Can you imagine how mortified I was at that time? Now I’m constantly going to be reminded of it every day because of your blabber mouth!” She was now more upset than before. I swallowed and felt like my heart sank into my stomach. I never thought that this would have gotten around school like this. “I… I don’t know what to say… it slipped out and I didn’t think it would get around…” I apologetically said to her. I shifted my weight some as all this talk of pee was increasing my need. It was doubtful that Kagami would let me get up to use the bathroom after hearing what I did to her. “Well it did. And now you’re going to be punished for your carelessness.” She mercilessly said. “What do I have to do....?” I curiously asked, trying to get my mind off of my full bladder. “A better question would be: what am I going to do to you?” She said with a devilish smirk on her face. “I’ll do anything to make this up to you, but can I just go use the bathroom really quick?” I asked her, hoping she would let me go regardless of what happened to her. “So that’s why you’re all fidgety. Ha! You seriously think that after what you made me go through, that I’m going to just let you go pee in the toilet? Hell no! You’re going to just have to hold it.” I was disappointed in her answer but I reluctantly agreed and held my bladder muscles together. “Alright… what are you going to do, Kagamin?” I asked her again. “Nuh uh uh. You are to refer to me as ‘Mistress Kagami’. For the entire day, you shall be my little sex slave.” “Sex sla-” She quickly looked up to me with an angry stare in her eyes. “…Mistress Kagami… I didn’t know that… you were…” “What? Attracted to you? I’ve always had a crush on you since I can remember.” She happily said to me as she leaned over my torso, her hands scaled my small breasts over my light blue pajama top. I felt my heart beat faster than before as shivers ran down my spine when she touched me. A quiet moan escaped my vocals through my parted lips. “Mis... Mistress Kagami…” I quietly said. I’ve never been more humiliated in my life than I was right then. I wasn’t attracted to Mistress Kagami, much less to any girls at all; I was and have always been heterosexual so it came as a surprise to me that Kagami was attracted to me. My urge to pee remained at a constant need, although I could manage it for now, I was still afraid that I might have an accident in front of Mistress Kagami. “Just relax, slave” She said as she slowly started to unbutton my pajama top. I closed my eyes trying to hold back my tears of embarrassment as soft whimpers of discontent coming from me. I couldn’t do anything but lie there as the cool air hit my bare skin more and more after each button came unfastened and my top was opened, completely exposing my near-flat breasts. By now my need to pee had become more urgent than before and I was struggling to hold it all in without losing control. If only my legs were free I could shut them tight to subside my need, but there was no way of pulling my feet out from the tightly tied ropes. “You never did blossom that much did you, slave?” Mistress Kagami said, referring to my barely developed chest. “N... no... Mistress Kagami.” I sheepishly replied as I felt my face blush red, my voice cracking from the pressure in my bladder. “But I do have to admit…” She positioned herself so that she was now on the bed and straddling over me with her legs on either side of me. “They are pretty cute, those little pink nipples. They look so delicious!” She seductively said as she leaned her head down to my bare chest and put her mouth around my left nipple. As she licked it with her slick tongue, a strong shiver climbed down my spine and I almost lost control of my bladder. “Ahhhh…!” I cried out in ecstasy as I arched my back upwards. Mistress Kagami then began to suck on my nipple, causing an even stronger surge to go through my body. My bladder couldn’t take this and I accidentally let a short spurt of pee escape from its tightly shut opening and soak into my panties. “No! ...st… stop! Mistress Kag… ami! I… I can’t hold it!” I desperately cried out after feeling the warm sensation in my crotch. She didn’t stop, but instead bit down onto my nipple, placed her hand on my right breast and squeezed. An intense wave of pleasure coursed through me and I couldn’t help but allow my bladder’s muscles to retract, allowing a long stream of urine to pour out of my vaginal walls. My panties and the crotch of my pajama bottoms were immediately soaked with pee that saturated the bed under my butt. “MISTRESS KAGAMI, I’M GOING TO WET MYSELF!” I yelled out as I panicked and pulled muscles back as hard as I could, only to just barely gain back control of my bursting bladder. The pressure was too great to hold it in completely and I leaked out short spurts every couple of seconds as Mistress Kagami finally stopped sucking and looked up to me. I stared into her eyes with a look of desperation and humiliation stemming from the fact that I was going to have an accident any second if she didn’t let me up to use the bathroom. “P… please. Mistress Kagami. I… I can’t hold… it. I’m… going to lose it… any second.” I pleaded with her as tears crawled down my cheeks. She leaned back from my naked chest, looked down at my crotch and quietly gasped at the wet area of my pajamas and the bed then lightly touched the area with her hand before looking back to me with a grin. Another spurt leaked out into my already soddened panties and dampened her fingers. “Looks like you’re already wetting yourself, slave. How about we speed up the process a bit?” She flirtatiously said as she leaned back down onto me, her face inching close to mine until we were nose to nose. I felt her breath permeate over my face as she pressed her lips to mine and forcefully kissed me before placing her hand back on my breast. I dared not pull away, but completed the kiss, triggering another stream of pee to join the rest in my panties. I became mortified, knowing that there was no way I was going to hold it all in much longer and that I already had a wet spot on my clothes. Mistress Kagami parted her lips and her tongue pushed my lips open, allowing it to slide into my mouth, and slowly dance with my own tongue. Reluctantly, I proceeded to counter dance with hers and she let out a soft moan before placing her free hand upon my left knee. Her hand gradually ascended up my thigh to the top of my pajama bottoms and pushed its way down inside of them. It rested on the wet area between my legs over my tight opening and she rubbed her fingers over my wet panties, stimulating me through them. At that very moment, I let out a loud moan and parted from our kiss. Mistress Kagami looked into my eyes and smiled as she pulled aside my panties and pressed her fingers inside of me, eliciting a long torrent of pee to bust out and drip over her hand, but this time, there was no way I could hold back the flow anymore. My floodgates bursted open and all of my pee gushed out like a jet stream, completely drenching Mistress Kagami’s hand and soaking my panties, pajamas and the bed underneath me. “Oh my, slave. You weren’t kidding when you told me how badly you needed to pee!” She exclaimed as I felt my face go bright red with disgrace, completely mortified about emptying my bladder in front of Mistress Kagami. “I… I’m sorry… I just couldn’t hold it anymore!” I busted out into tears as I continued to urinate over her hand and flood the bed, her fingers still inside of me. She leaned down and kissed me softly then gazed into my eyes as she wiped the tears away. I stopped crying and connected my gaze with hers, suddenly feeling at ease with her company. She waited for my flow to come to a complete stop before she pulled her fingers out of my vagina and licked them clean. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you get cleaned up.” She looked at me and smiled before pulling herself up and scooting back a little. Mistress Kagami positioned herself so she was sitting on her legs between mine and placed both of her hands on the top of my pajamas then pulled them off of me slowly along with my white cotton panties. The clothes clung to my legs while they became inside-out and scrunched up just above my knees. The cool air felt like ice hitting my bare wet opening and the inside of my thighs. Normally, I'd be horrified that my lower half was now entirely exposed to her, but I somehow felt comfortable now almost as if I was developing feelings for Mistress Kagami. I looked up at her. Her purple hair flowed behind her shoulders except for a thin lock that sat over her left shoulder in front of her chest. She was so beautiful that I couldn't avert my eyes away from her slender body and didn't even realize what she was going to do as she leaned down, placed her face in between my legs and kissed my vagina as if they were lips. I gasped and twitched as her warm lips sent waves of pleasure all through my body. Soon after that, her lips were joined by her tongue and they both danced in harmony using my vagina as a dance floor, immediately filling me with a blissful felicity like I've never felt before in my eighteen-year-old life. I couldn't control my vocals as I let a powerful moan of satisfaction launch from my mouth, the sound permeating the room. “Oooh... Mistress Kagami. Don't stop...” Was the only words I could bare to part from my mouth as I lay on the bed in a state of euphoric rapture, unable to hold back soft moans from escaping. My eyes shut and I curled my toes when her tongue entered inside of my vagina and licked the inside walls of its chamber as she clamped down on the top of my thighs with her hands, her thumbs pressing on the skin around my opening. I let out a louder sound of sexual satisfaction as her tongue made it's way to my clitoris and wrapped itself around, pulling at it. I made fists with my hands, pulling at the bed posts with a strength that I never knew I had. In just a short time as Mistress Kagami was going down on me, I felt another urge to pee but I was in such heavenly pleasure that I didn't bother trying to hold it in but released it into her mouth in a steady stream. As I relieved my bladder, I reached my sexual climax and the new liquid mixed with the urine, flowing together. “Mmm...” was all she said as she kept her mouth over my vagina, letting the two liquids pour into her mouth as if she was drinking from a water fountain. “Oh shi-.... I couldn't hold it, Mistress Kagami!” I cried out, gasping for breath as I opened my eyes to see her drinking as much of my pee as she could, the rest dripping off of her face and soaking the bed below. After my flood came to a dripping halt, she pulled back a bit and swallowed the mix before licking her lips. She looked at me again and gave me a smile of satisfaction before she lifted herself up and scooted herself up to me. “Now, it's your turn to drink from my fountain, slave.” She seductively said, lifting up her skirt and exposing her entire bare pantieless mid-section to me. Her opening glistened from her womanly juices as I watched her straddle her legs over my face, her vagina hovering inches above my mouth. I leaned my head forward and she put two pillows behind it for support so I was now right up against her slit. My tongue exited it's home and pressed inside of Mistress Kagami, licking the walls of her sweet tasting chamber. “Ooh slave, keep going. That feels so good!” She moaned out in pleasure. I did what she said and closed my mouth over the opening and sucked on it softly as she let out another, more expressive moan from her vocals. Soon after, I felt her muscles inside her vagina relax and release a long torrent of pee into my mouth. The golden liquid filled me with a delightful taste as I swallowed it in full. She stemmed her flow just long enough for me to look up at her face as I licked my lips with satisfaction. “Your pee tastes so good, Mistress Kagami. I need more!” I begged to her. I knew now that I was very attracted to Kagami, as if I'd always been and never realized it before today. “It's all yours, slave.” She reassured me as she relaxed her muscles again and her pee continued to flow into my yearning mouth. I closed my mouth over her vagina after swallowing what I had and continued to suck on her as the pee filled my mouth again. “Mmmm, that's right, slave. Drink all of it.” She moaned out. I consumed every last bit of her urine, going down on her as it filled my mouth each time until her bladder was completely drained. I backed away and laid back on the pillows and she leaned down and kissed me softly. “I want you to make me cum, slave.” She said, her soft sweet voice played through my head like an beautiful song. Mistress Kagami put her hands on the rope tied to my right wrist and loosened the knot, freeing it from captivity then did the same to my other wrists and ankles. “Yes, Mistress Kagami.” I eagerly replied as I embraced her with my arms and turned her over so she was lying on her back before I bent down to her face and pressed my lips against hers, immediately entering her mouth with my tongue and forced her tongue into dance, prompting her to comply with it's orders and complete the kiss. I then slid my right hand up her smooth leg all the way to her still wet vagina and thrusted two of my fingers inside. Vigorously I began pushing my fingers in and out of her wet pussy. “Ohhh god, don't stop, don't stop, slave!” She cried out in ecstasy as she pulled away from the kiss. I quickened my fingers pace as she continued let moans of pleasure bellow from her vocals. I soon located Mistress Kagami's clitoris and violently rubbed it with my middle finger, my index finger rubbed the inner walls of her chamber. “That's it... keep going, slave. I... I'm going to cum...!” She yelled out, obviously about to orgasm. I pulled softly at her clit, stimulating the sensitive organ until she screamed out again followed by a warm thick liquid exiting from her vagina that poured over my fingers and onto my hand. My exhausted Mistress relaxed all of her muscles and laid back against the bed as she climaxed over my hand, gasping for breath. I smiled at her, consumed with joy that I brought her to orgasm “Oh, Mistress Kagami. I'm so happy.” I said to her, gazing into her eyes. She looked back into mine and at that moment, I know we both came to the same realization. “I... I love you, slave... Konata.” She said in a sincere tone of voice. “I love you too... Mistress Kagami.” I replied with the same amount of earnest passion that I felt from her. We kissed again and I laid down on her chest, resting next to her soft supple breasts and placed my right hand, still wet with her juices, upon her right breast. The dampness from my hand soaked into her cammy top as I laid there, thinking about what just happened and how our lives were now changed for the better. I couldn't be more happy that we came together like this. I looked up to Mistress Kagami and she was fast asleep. After pulling my wet clothes back up, I embraced her with my right arm and soon joined her in slumber; we slept though the night together. As one. ********************************************************************* Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Alright guys, this was a request thingy for miri-kun on deviantArt (lol yes I have a dA) and I thought that I might post it here if there are others who like male omorashi as well. The characters are from the series Axis Powers Hetalia. Basically gay countries galore and history made into crack. It is a really good series, despite that sounding weird. I recommend it. C: The characters in this story, Yao and Kiku, are personifications of the countries China and Japan. I do write omorashi from time to time, so if you have any suggestions I just might write it. Ok that's it. Here's the story. ******** "Aiyah, Kiku. Why must you get caught up in traffic on the day of our date?" Yao asked himself, sighing softly as he did. It was a rainy Saturday evening. The two had plans to go out to dinner, but Kiku was running late. He had called Yao to give his apologies, and to tell him not to worry. "I'll be taking you out to somewhere special tonight, my dear Yao. I know it won't make up for my tardiness, but when you see it, my love, I hope you'll at least give me a second chance." That's what Kiku had told him, at least. Yao managed to pull himself away from the window, sighing. While he acted as if he were ok with it all, he really did feel upset. He wanted as much time as possible to spend with his lovely Kiku. Damn all those cars, keeping the Japanese man away from him. Just then the doorbell had rung. Yao's head snapped to his left, where the door was located, and hurried to open it. When he saw who it was, he swooned. It was his Kiku. His lovely Kiku, holding a crimson bouquet of roses in his arms, and soaking wet, as the rain was now beginning to pour down even harder than it already was. Yao didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do, except stare like a crushing schoolgirl. "Hello." Kiku smiled warmly, now offering the roses to Yao. "Would you please accept these?" "Y-Yes, aru. Thank you." Yao whispered, taken aback by Kiku's loyalty to him, then reached out to accept his gift. He then looked up at the Japanese. "Really, you didn't have to, aru." "I did." Kiku only handwaved this, and then extended his hand toward the Chinese man. "So, will you still allow me to take you out tonight?" "Of course, aru." Yao replied, taking Kiku's hand while cradling his flowers in his arm. While he should have felt comfortable, he didn't. He had this strange feeling. Glancing in the direction the bathroom was located, he thought back to what he had done earlier today. He hadn't actually visited the restroom since yesterday. But, Kiku was more of a priority than his silly little urges anyway, so he didn't give it a second thought, and off they went. When Kiku lead his lover to the car, and after the two had settled, Yao still hadn't shaken that nagging feeling of having to go. It wasn't too bad now, but he was still a bit concerned by his need. What was he to do now, though? Kiku has planned everything out, and he was excited to see what exactly the Japanese boy did plan out. He shouldn't worry Kiku over such petty litte things. They were already late, once they were at the restaraunt, he could excue himself and be back in a flash. Well, then. Nothing to be worried about. Yet fate just loved fucking with the couple and once again Kiku was caught up in traffic, only this time with Yao in the car. And Yao was beginning to regret not relieving himself back at his own residence. "Aiyah, this again, aru?" Yao grumbled, trying to sound as casual as possible. He turned away from his Kiku and squeezed his eyes tight. Oh God, the pain. It was a furious, burning pain. Why, oh why didn't he go at home when he had the chance? "I'm sorry, Yao. We'll be there shortly." Though right after the Japanese had said that, he glanced over at his beloved Chinese man, and saw how hard he was trying not to fidget in his seat. Kiku had been in this situation before. He knew those signs. He knew that body language. He could spot it from a mile away. Yao had to pee! This excited Kiku, but he was careful not to show obvious signs of arousal by this. He instead checked his watch. Hm, seemed that the restaraunt he made reservations at would be closed soon, since they should have been there quite some time ago. Ah, well, this would be much more fun than a dinner at a fancy restaraunt anyway. Especially for Kiku. Yao continued to stare out the window, never facing Kiku, therefore he was unaware of how hot he had just made Kiku right now. The urine was weighing him down, keeping him from fully enjoying his time together with Kiku. He wanted to hold himself, but even Yao had at least a strip of dignity. Traffic was beginning to break up, allowing the two to resume on their journey again. Yao probably could have cried from his relief. He might actually be able to make it! Kiku was having different thoughts. Seeing the street that he was supposed to make a left on, the one that would have lead to the restaraunt, just wasn't an option anymore. He instead kept going straight, now having a new date idea in mind. "K-Kiku?" Yao asked quietly, trembling a bit as he spoke. "How long will it take us to get there, aru?" "Not long, my dear sweet Yao. Why, is there something wrong?" Kiku only sweetly replied, perhaps a little too sweetly for Yao's complete trust. "N-No! Of course not, aru! I just want to spend time with you, and I'm really looking forward to your surprise, and...and...nnngh...." Yao felt a spurt of urine beginning to slowly soak his pants. It took some strength to pull himself together again, especially since he wouldn't allow himself the comfort of openly holding his member through the pocket of his pants. And definitely not in front of Kiku. Oh God, what he wouldn't give to pee right here, right now. Yao was now unsure as to whether or not he could hold on. And he didn't want to ruin the nice, leathery upholstery that was the inside of the Japanese man's car. He wasn't sure if even he himself would forgive if that were to happen, let alone Kiku. Kiku saw the new destination approaching. He was a bit disheartend, as he would have loved for his little Yao to have lost it right there in his car. Unfortunately Yao was a lot more stubborn and determined than that. Oh well, if that's what he wanted. Besides, the prize of Yao wetting himself would be even sweeter if Kiku had to work for it. The aforementioned destination? A quiet, peaceful, streetlit part. It contained not much more than shrubbery, shady trees, vast green grass, and cute little benches for couples to relax on. It was a very romantic spot, despite its simplicity. Kiku did love its quaint charm, and was certain that once Yao took a good look, that he would fall in love with it too. After he had parked the car, he stepped out and was immediately greeted by a muggy, after showery gust of air to his face. It seemed that the rain would hold off for a while, though for how long? Yao finally opened his eyes so he could take a peek outside and see where he was now. And once he did, he was speechless. The park's beauty was simply stunning. So much so that he forgot his predicament and stared in awe. Kiku watched for a moment at the dumbfounded yet ever so adorable expression on the Chinese man's face and smiled to himself. Everything was going perfectly. "Yao? Are you going to admire from afar or would you like to see more?" Kiku innocently asked. Hearing this, Yao remembered his problem and sank down in his seat a little. "Ah, o-ok, aru. Give me a moment, aru." With that Yao pushed open the car door and hopped onto the pavement as fast as he could, jumping in place a little, trying to shift his weight. Kiku gave him a strange look. Yao gave him a pained smiled and crossed his arms, acting as if he were cold. Kiku paid this no mind and brought Yao underneath his arm in an informal hug. Yao gasped at this sudden movement from his lover, causing him to lose control and let yet another shot of hot pee leak into his nice dress pants. And when that happened he let out a yelp. "Is something wrong, Yao? You've been actiong very...strange today." Kiku looked over at his little lover, giving him a most sincere look, though his mind was elsewhere. Goddamn, Yao. I know you have to go, and you know you do, too. Why must you always do this to me? You sneaky little bastard, making me so hot. Hnnnnng.... These were the thoughts that were floating around our dear Japanese man's head. "Nothing is wrong, aru! Please!" Yao's more than anguished statement cause Kiku's imagination to come back down to earth for a moment. "Weren't you going to take me to a fancy restaraunt or something, aru?" "Yao, traffic's not something I would have anticipated for today. The place is probably closing up by now. I'm sorry." "Oh...." Yao's heart sank at the realization dawning in his head. Then came another. They were in a park. A small one. Which contained no public restrooms. "Aiyah, this can't be." Yao mumbled to himself, shaking a bit, feeling his penis begin to throb in a dull sort of sensation. He really had to go now. Yet he still couldn't bring himself to tell! This wasn't good, not at all. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I don't have any food on me except Pocky, so, if you'd like, we could...have a snack I suppose? Pocky in the park does have a nice ring to it, does it not?" Kiku shifted his eyes over to Yao just in time to see a flushed, struggling boy try to snake his leg around the other as a bit of pee travelled down his leg, leaving just a hint of a puddle on the ground. "That's...fine, aru! Can we...please just sit down, aruuu?" Yao pleaded as quietly as one would a whisper to the Japanese, signs of desperation now starting to break through. Tears began to gather in his eyes, and a heavy blush rose on his face. "Please, aruuuu...." "Of course, Yao. Anything for y--" But Kiku was not able to finish his sentence as Yao pulled on his arm and dragged him over to the nearest park bench with the strength of a madman. Perhaps he had played along for too long? Poor Yao must have been suffering more than even he could imagine. Yet he wouldn't do anything about it. If Yao really wanted to take a leak, he should have brought himself to say so. Kiku was far too excited to give up now. The thought of watching Yao have an accident was too much to pass up. And now he realized that he was panting in his immense arousal, with his lover giving him strange looks, almost terrified ones. So he stopped, if just barely."Shh, sweetheart. Don't give me such looks. Would you like some of this? Here." Holding out the box of pocky, he offered it to Yao. Seeing this, his expression changed from crushed to curious. Yao was hungry. And he did want some of that pocky. So he took some. "There, there." Kiku patted his dear Yao on his back, kissing the top of his head softly over and over again while Yao sucked on his snack. Then he decided now was the perfect moment in time to ask his question. "You know that I love you, right?" Yao felt tears gather in his eyes again. His Kiku was treating him so sweetly, and he instead gives him panicked responses. It was more than enough to make him cry. Suddenly he felt his bladder give a violent throb, harder than the earlier ones. And he couldn't control it! It sounded off a noisy spurt, left a damp patch between his legs, and had caused him an involantary sob. The wost part? The Japanese man saw it all. "Kiku, please. I can't do this right now aru." He cried, feeling his tears spill out now as fast as he could wipe them away. "Of course you can. Here, let me show you." And with that, Kiku's hand shot to Yao's crotch and gripped tightly. The liquid spilled onto his hand for a millisecond, but then stopped from his holding. "KIKU!! I can't...I can't..." Yao began to cry audibly now, his sobs harsh and broken. He buried his face in his hands to try and hide his embarrassment, and to try and hide himself. Oh, how he wished this wasn't happening! "Then what if I did this?" Kiku now scooted up closer to his sweetheart, pushing on his bladder, teasing his aching penis playfully. "Come on, pee. Pee and relieve all the tension inside of you. All that sloshing, watery tension...." Yao sobbed even harder now, because he knew what he was about to do. He clung onto his boyfriend, burying his head into the other's neck, finally letting himself relax for the first time in a while. "Do you know that...I love you?" Yao just hardly managed to squeak through his tears. There was a silence for one split second. Then a comforting voice replied: "Now I do." And then he let go. And Yao immediately burst through with an uncontrollable explosion of his pent up urine. It was comparable to a flood for a moment, getting all over Yao as well as Kiku, warming the two up in its steaming heat. Yao sighed in relief, his tears flowing just as freely as the liquid inside him. It fully soaked his pants, down to his ankles, soaking his shoes as well. Then it spilled off the bench and pounded onto the ground, like the rain had. The only difference was that this sound was something that only his Kiku would ever hear. The hissing from the pee died down after a while. Yao cuddled his big teddy bear that was Kiku, while Kiku himself rubbed Yao's back while nibbling on his ear and grazing the back of his neck with soft fingers. The rain had also decided to start up again, washing away all existence of Yao's little accident. "Feel better, love?" Kiku whispered gently, cradling his Yao in his arms. Yao could only nod as happy tears fell onto his lover's shoulder. "Thank you." "No, sweetheart, thank you."
Here are a few stories I've written a long, long time ago. Female desperation and wetting, no age specified, but it's implied the main character is teenage. PDFs and .texes coming in a few minutes. --- Part 1 Waking up, Nicole stretched and rolled over to her other side. Looking at the clock, she could see it was still very early - only 4 am, in fact. Slowly, she remembered about the school trip, and quickly got up. After getting dressed, Nicole went downstairs and got herself some breakfast, a long with a cup of coffee. Finishing it, and feeling that it wasn't working, she got herself a second one. 'Damn, why do all these trips start so early?' she thought to herself, quickly packing. Her class was going to The Versailles today, an event she was looking forward to, but waking up so early really wasn't doing her any good. She glanced at her watch, and ran outside to get her bike. The journey to the school was a calm one. After getting there, Nicole met a few friends of hers, to whom she talked. Soon, the time had come, and they got into the bus. It was a small bus, with two rows of double seats, and five seats at the back. There were two doors, both leading outside. Nicole still felt tired, so she let herself fall asleep. After about half an hour, her dreams started to seem quite strange. She knew something was wrong, but just couldn't figure out what. Waking up, startled, she looked over at her friend, Amy, sitting next to her. Amy looked a little worried, rubbing her knees together, and once she noticed Nicole was awake, she whispered 'Good morning. I wish the bus would stop, I've had far too much coffee....', and leaned forward a little. Nicole couldn't help feeling her own bladder was pretty full too, but didn't mention it, simply saying 'Auw, that's a shame. Why didn't you go before we left?'. Amy put a hand to her crotch, and replied 'I forgot... I'm going to go ask if we can make a stop.'. As Amy stood up, she let out another squirt. There was now a small wet spot on her jeans, which she tried to cover with her hands. Meanwhile, Nicole looked out of the window. Her bladder was still far from full, but they weren't close to Paris either. Amy returned, smiling, and sat down, saying 'They've finally agreed! We'll stop in a little!'. Secretly, Nicole wondered if Amy would manage the 'little' she was talking about, but she was happy too. Although she liked being desperate, this wasn't the time for it. In half an hour, the bus came to a gas station and Amy hurried out. Nicole wasn't in any hurry so she decided to stay back at first. Once she stood to get out, she found the bathroom to have about all the girls in her bus qued up to it. Nicole's teacher, seeing where she was looking, came up to her and said 'You might just as well hold it to Paris, it's only another half an hour or so.'. Nicole pretended to smile, and went back to her seat, but wasn't certain she made the right choice. There was no going back, however, as the students started to come back in and the bus left. In the first few minutes, her urge decreased, and she laughed at herself thinking she was desperate, but it soon came back, worse than it was. Nicole shifted her butt a little, which caught Amy's attention. 'You can't possibly need it again!' she said, laughing, but Nicole frowned and whispered 'I didn't have a chance to go then...'. Squirming in her seat, she had her legs tight together and was leaning forward a little, slightly rubbing her knees. It wasn't helping much though, and every bump in the road was making it worse. However, she managed to hold it to the stop, and ran up to her teacher, asking where the bathroom is. He told her that there should be one on the train station, and that they'll probably stop by there once everyone got out of the bus. Standing there, waiting, Nicole cursed herself for not going earlier, and felt herself release a squirt. She held her crotch now, and could barely keep up with the class, which was now going to the bathrooms. Her bladder was loosing a drop with every step, making her walk slowly, so once again, she was in the very end of the line. Limping forward as the line slowly moved, she saw another girl, not from her class, loose it while waiting. This didn't help, and she knew she had a wet spot now. Determined to make it, she held on. After what seemed like an eternity, she was inside, waiting for a stall. She was correct to dread the flush - her bladder made quite an attempt to empty itself when she heard it - but even with a wet spot the size of a tennis ball, Nicole nearly jumped into the first stall to become empty, and quickly pulled down her jeans and underwear. --- Part 2 Walking towards the Versailles with her class, Nicole thought about her morning desperation. She nearly lost it then, but did barely manage to get to the bathroom. It was a warm, sunny day and so she was occasionally taking a sip from her large, 1.5l water bottle, which she had soon emptied. As they walked past a drink machine, Amy stopped for a second to buy herself and Nicole something. Getting thirsty in the sun, Nicole took the drink, although under normal conditions she wouldn't - her stomach felt quite full. The drink went right through Nicole, as did most caffiene, really. She didn't need to go bad, but when she saw them arrive at the palace, she was still relieved. Waiting patiently, however, she listened to the instructions, which slowly turned into an excursion. They walked around, Nicole getting more and more desperate as time went on. Within 20 minutes, she was stepping from foot to foot, and within another 10 bendin over slightly, one leg a little raised. The teacher had told her she'd have to wait until the end of the excursion, but she knew she wouldn't manage that. Her legs tightly crossed, Nicole was sitting in the last part - the theatre. She had one hand squeezing her crotch, and was leaning forwards too. To give her bladder some space, she undid her front jeans button, but that only helped for a little. Soon, she was just as desperate, and had to hold herself with both hands. The movie started. It showed of the history of Paris, with several shots of the Sena, which Nicole barely made it through. Keeping a firm grip on her crotch, she was nearly crying from desperation. As soon as it ended, she tried to make for the exit... but froze in her seat. Her bladder was just on the edge, and it wouldn't like her standing up. She risked rising a little, only to feel several squirts escape. Tears on her eyes, she sat there, and felt that it was too much for her, or to be precise, for her bladder. Anything she would now do would make her loose it. The action didn't make her wait long - Amy shook her on her shoulder, checking Nicole was still awake, and she felt herself lose it. --- Part 3 Nicole changed, and lay down in her bed. They were staying in Paris for two days, and during the first she had already had two wettings. She wasn't the only one, though, so not many people teased her about it, but it was still embarassing. She just finished drinking her tea, and lay down, falling asleep almost immediately, despite her bladder not being very empty. It was slowly filling up with all the tea she drank, giving her a strange dream. She lying in a field, watching the stars. Slowly, her bladder filled up. As she got desperate, she felt a weight on her bladder, as if someone had put a stone on it. Trying to get up, she found that she couldn't, because her arm and legs were chained to the ground. Getting more and more desperate, with the weight on her bladder simultaneously increasing, she was about to wet herself when the scene changed. She was now in class, again desperate. The teacher refused to give her permission to leave, so she held it as well as she could. Again, she made it to the edge by shifting her weight, crossing her legs, and various other squirming methods, but none of those were sufficient. As the scene changed a second time, she found herself on stage. It must have been a presentation she had to give, and everyone was waiting for her to start, but she was just standing there, squirming. Suddenly, she knew she was in her hotel room again, with Amy. Standing up, she went over to the bathroom and peed. Waking up, Nicole found herself wet. 'Huh? But I went to....' she thought, and realised she must have dreamed it. 'What's wrong with me?' she asked herself, sitting up and putting her head on her knees. Tears formed on her eyes, and she started crying quietly. nicky1.pdf nicky2.pdf nicky3.pdf nicky1.tex nicky2.tex nicky3.tex
Note : Also, the desperation actually happened to me, enjoy. Kagami's Desperation Chapter 1 - Kagami's Morning accident ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- One early Sunday morning Kagami lay in her bed not realising what she was doing in the dream world. Later she opened her eyes feeling stiff and tired. Sooner, her eyes closed while her breathing softened. Her purple hair was messing up as she turned from side to side. She slept a few times but her tiredness didn't drift away. Later She heard the alarm clock. And the noise that it cried out got more and more annoying as nobody in the house woken up. Finally it started its none stop scream and Kagami couldn't take it and she headed towards the living room, it usally took long for her mother to hear the ring, so every morning Kagami turned it off. The Alarm clock was sitting on the couch like it always did. She pressed the button on top of it and the clock stopped its annoying scream. Then Kagami went back to her room and threw herself on the bed and closed her eyes again. When she opened them it was still an early morning and nobody had woken up. She could feel a powerfull pain telling that she needed the toilet. But she didn't want to leave her nice, warm bed, So she sat up gazing at her posters squirming on her bed. Her legs were hugged in her blanket, she slightly slipped her waist out and pressed her hand onto her warm crotch. 'Whoa I really need to go!' she thought to herself as she continued squirming, A few seconds later her bladder Ached and she pressed her hand onto her crotch. "Ughh, Maybe I should wait" She Growled to herself. A few seconds passed and she began to press onto her crotch none-stop. She didn't want to go But she didn't want to Wet the bed now. Squirming hardly she kept pressing onto her pink pajama bottoms every few seconds. She finally hopped out of her bed and skipped towards the bathroom. But she went back to her room and sat on the corner of her bed pressing her hands onto the crotch of her pink pajama bottoms. she wriggled back to the top of the bed and forward in desperation. She still gazed at her Posters unable to part from her warm bed. She was still pressing to her crotch and bending at the corner of the bed. Then she catched the thought to stop lazing around and start the day, this was a chance to use the bathroom but she thought she would get dressed before she started. 'Bathroom first, I don't have much clothes' She thought to herself Excitedly. But first she had to wear some slippers to not soak her red socks. "I hope I can get up without having an accident" She said to herself, she tried hardly to reer up and a spurt of hot urine sneaked from her bladder and she immeadiently sat back down "I don't think I can make it" She layed back and closed her eyes to sleep, and much later she woke up with her bladder flashing to release, she got up and ran outside, grabbing the inbetween of her legs to contain her bladder. When she reached the toilet she pulled down her pants and let a stream of hot liquid out. 'Good thing I made it' She thought to herself. But then...she felt a warm and wet feeling covering her legs "What the?" She then opened her eyes to see that her bed wasn't only warm...but a wet feeling. "No No No!" she pressed her hands onto her crotch. As the flow soaked the bed the complete of her butt turned dark pink. Hot Urine streamed down her legs also soaking the legs in-between of her pink pajama bottoms. "Sis?" a voice said out of the door, The door handle turned. "Uhh, don't come yet!, I'm changing here! can't you see?" Blurted out Kagami hopping out of her bed towards the door. "Oh, Sorry" Said Tsukasa as Kagami heard her leaving. "That was close" Kagami Mumbled to herself as she closed the door. Hot Urine leaked down the legs of her Pants and Splattered onto the floor, She could here the pattering along with the loud hissing noise of Her Peeing. "Shit Shit Shit Shit! I hope Tsukasa went back to sleep" She mumbled to herself as she turned the door handle with her wet hand, Then she sighed with relief of seeing the empty outside. "Thank Goodness" Kagami Mumbled to herself as her peeing paused. Kagami creeped out of her room and softly pulled the door that closed with a soft thud. She was going to leave the last train of pee into the toilet but first she needed to cover her soaked and warm socks with slippers. She creeped into the living room with her soaked pajama bottoms and started to look around for them. Then she grew excited to see the Dark pink slippers with two flowers on it. She slipped her soaked socks into the cozy shoes wich always fit like a glove. Then headed to the toilet wich door was closed. She quietly turned the door handle hoping nobody would wake up. Then she pushed the door and peered her head through the door and her head explored the room incase anybody was there, She wouldn't of thought that Tsukasa couldn't be in the shower so early. and she felt relief to see the empty bathroom. So she stepped in and closed the door behind her. She pulled down her soaked pink bottoms and sat on the seat. She sighed with relief once more as she let the train of pee flow out of her peehole and splash into the toilet water. She thought what would happen if Tsukasa actually came into her room and saw her with her Wet pajama bottoms as she pushed the way through her body letting many more spurts splash into the water. When the train finally faded away she wiped herself and flushed the toilet. Then she pulled up her dampen pajama bottoms and washed her hands then quietly turned the door handle "I hope nobody suspects this" She mumbled as she pulled the door open and silently sneaked towards her room. She set up her dry uniform wich she had got used of wearing it every day. Kagami threw the blue sheet into the basket and then managed to clean the carpet before she went to a shower. With a sigh, she grabbed her own quiz game and hid it in her drawer wich she had put her fave mangas inside. Then she sorted out her bed to head towards the bathroom. then she removed her stained underwear and pink pajama bottoms along with her wet socks Piling them up, she grabbed her dry and wet clothes and sneaked out. She felt a fear that her family would see her with her naked butt, or perhaps if Tsukasa went into the bathroom. Luckily, her parents always woken up super late So she still had time to make it to the bathroom before anybody awoken. Kagami walked in a fast way towards the bathroom but also trying to make less noise. But Tsukasa was in. So she couldn't do anything. But atleast she found time to take her wet clothes to the laundry and by the time she was back Tsukasa was getting dressed in her room. Kagami stepped into the bathroom and Piled her new clothes onto the drawers before she removed her Green and light pink striped T-shirt. She was excitedly comftable, and embarresed at the same time that there was no time limit to take a hot shower to clean herself up. Now that there was nothing for anybody to suspect that she wet herself.
Hey all, I wrote this Touhou omorashi fanfic some time ago. For those not familiar with Touhou, it's a series of shooting games that became immensely popular in Japan and spawned a huge amount of fan-made anime, manga, other games, music remixes, fanart, fanfic etc. - including a lot of erotic ones, and a lot of pee-related ones! Here are the characters used in this fanfic (Click for pictures): Chen: A loli catgirl, she is the shikigami (servant) to Ran, and the two have a kind of mother-daughter relationship which sometimes borders (no pun intended) on lolicon in fanon. Chen has been known to drive Ran to nosebleeds through pure cuteness. Ran: A nine-tailed fox spirit, she is Chen's master and shikigami to Yukari. Yukari The youkai (magical being) of boundaries, Yukari can manipulate any and all boundaries, including the border of time and space. This means she can open up portals in space-time. She also likes to run enemies over with trains she pulls from random places and sends through portals. Reimu: Main protagonist of the Touhou series, a shrinemaiden who goes out to fight troublesome youkai. She owns the Hakurei Shrine, which is often the scene of many festivals. Suika: An oni (demon) girl who hasn't been sober for centuries. Cirno, Mystia, Rumia and Wriggle (the tomboy on the left): Other kids from the Touhou games, often considered Chen's friends and lumped together as "team 9." Cirno in particular is particularly silly and dim-witted yet arrogant, boastful and has a much higher opinion of herself than anyone else does! (yet she has a good heart deep down.) In the manual for one of the Touhou games, parts of the screen were labelled from 1 to 9 - Cirno was labelled as "9. Idiot," hence her nickname and the nickname of her team. Aya: Gensokyo(the magical world all the Touhou characters live in)'s resident reporter. She has the scoop on all new stories. Rinnosuke: The only man in Touhou (apparently men are common in Gensokyo, we just never get to hear about them. xD This is probably why there's so much porn of it...) So without further ado, here's the story! You can find it on http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6136309/1/ "And you're saying you got this from the outside world?" Aya asked, furiously scribbling down on the sheet of paper she'd kept in her shirt pocket for an emergency. She didn't expect to work on a news story during a party at the Hakurei Shrine, but this strange new object was too interesting to pass up! "Yep, it's called a car," said Yukari. "It's how people in the outside world get about... at least, when they aren't using trains." Aya winced at the mention of trains, as her only experience of them was Yukari's unsuspecting victims! "...is it as dangerous as a train?" "No, no, no," Yukari laughed. "People do get run over by cars, but they often survive with relatively minor injuries. Get run over by a train, and you won't survive. Of course, cars can be a lot more dangerous if the driver doesn't know what she's doing, for whatever reason..." "Ahh, I guess Suika would never be allowed to drive one then," Aya laughed. The little oni was perpetually drunk, of course. Yukari laughed with her. "You're right," she laughed. "Of course, we're not planning on using the car for more than a few seconds today. I'll open up a gap and drive through it, and me, Ran and Chen will end up back at our house!" "Aha!" said Aya, putting her pen and paper back into her pocket. "Then I don't see any problem with letting you have some sake, then?" Yukari toasted Aya's drink and took a large gulp. "I'll drink to that!" she said, as more of Gensokyo's partygoers stared at her car. Outside, Chen was beaming. "And this is called a car! Yukari-sama got it yesterday!" she proudly said to the other kids in Gensokyo. "It's what humans in the outside world use to get around," she explained, as Wriggle, Cirno, Rumia and Mystia ooohed and aahed over the vehicle. "Careful now," said Ran. "We don't want you to break anything, kids! A car is a very delicate machine!" Wriggle didn't seem to be paying attention as she climbed onto the roof. Talking to them wasn't working, and it wasn't in Ran's caring nature to punish somebody else's kid, so she tried the only route left available to her: distraction. "Look, kids!" Ran nervously giggled, and opened the bonnet of the car (she was taking care of Yukari's car keys) to reveal dozens of cola bottles. "Here's a drink from the outside world, that's suitable for you lot! It's called coke, and it tastes awesome!" She took out a bottle, and took a sip, then screwed up her face. "Uhh... at least it does when it isn't warm! Curse this heat... Cirno, can you help me?" "Sure thing!" said the ice fairy, eager to show off her abilities. Ran took out a box, opened it up, filled it with water from the Hakurei hot spring, and Cirno froze it over, creating a cooler. After 20 minutes of playtime, the kids' drinks were ready. Chen took one sip. "Wow, this is amazing!" she beamed, wagging her tail enthusiastically, and purring after swallowing. The cool feeling of the bubbly drink on her tongue, the way the fizzy sweetness slid down her throat, the wetness in her mouth that relieved her warmth... Chen was amazed at this new drink! And her friends loved it too, although they didn't seem to share her passion for it. After a few hours, Chen was surrounded by ten empty cola bottles, while Cirno, Rumia, Mystia and Wriggle had stopped after two or three! Ran giggled. She liked to see her little shikigami happy. The party was coming to a close, and everyone was gathered round the tables eagerly awaiting Reimu's speech. "Ladies and... uhh... Rinnosuke! This party's been awesome, and I couldn't have thrown it without your help. Give yourselves a toast!" A huge cheer went up from the crowd, and everyone toasted - wine and sake for the older girls, and champagne for the kids. Chen was already exhausted from drinking all that coke, but she decided to give her champagne a try. How could she not, when it was the only way to show her thanks and respect to Reimu? With a forced smile (she didn't really want to drink any more!) she toasted with Ran and gulped down her champagne. It tasted quite sweet and fizzy - kinda like the coke she'd tried - but it was a little bitter. Still, it was quite nice... she could see why kids were allowed to drink it every so often. It was at that moment, however, that she felt a little tickly tingle down underneath her skirt, where her bladder was. A lot of kids often get that... their first taste of alcohol goes right through them, and their inexperienced bladders are more sensitive... Oops, she thought. Maybe I drank too much... "And of course, I have to thank Yukari, for bringing along so much party stuff from the outside world in her car!" Reimu continued. Come up here, Yukari!" The enthusiastic applause of the crowd became somewhat less enthusiastic as Yukari stumbled up to the microphone, barely able to walk in a straight line, and just shouted out "WHOOOOO!" into the microphone. There were a few nervous giggles, weak applause, and a returned "WHOOO!" from Suika, who was perpetually drunk. Ran tried to cover Chen's eyes, but Chen merely rolled her eyes and smiled, as if to say "Oh, Yukari-sama!" Ran smiled back at Chen. She could deal with Yukari's drunkenness... but could the car? "Relax!" Yukari drawled, hiccuping. "I may be drunk, but we don't have to... hic! we.. don't have to drive the car for long, right? I can just open up a portal and wheeeeeee!" Yukari promptly collapsed, giggling on the floor. Ran sighed, opening the car door, putting Yukari in the back seat and leaving a space for Chen in the front passenger seat. "I guess I'll have to drive, kiddo," Ran said, ruffling Chen's hair and picking her up. Chen smiled but winced a little as she was squeezed. The pressure of the hug made the pressure in her bladder increase, and the slight tickle in her bladder began to get stronger, and slide down into her urethra. "Damnit," thought Chen. "I really have to pee... I can hold it until we get home though! I'm a big girl!" Ran strapped her in, her tight seatbelt increasing the tingle in her crotch and ache in her bladder, and Chen moaned a little. "I must not show I need to go... I must not let it show!" she thought, putting on a smile and enthusiastically talking with Ran about the party. Ran turned the key, put her foot on the pedal, and the car lurched forward. Chen felt the pressure in her bladder change as the urine sloshed about inside her, and she could almost swear she could hear her pee move. She must hold it... she must not let it show... As it turned out, Ran was a pretty smooth driver. She knew the quickest way home - which was still very long - and there were no speed bumps in Gensokyo. That's not to say there weren't setbacks, though! The pedestrians weren't used to cars and Ran had to lurch to a sudden stop every so often, making Chen's bladder vibrate and tingle inside her. Then there were times when Yukari would let out a drunken outburst, scaring Chen a little and making her urethral valve quiver. And all the time, the aching, throbbing pressure in her bladder increased, the tingle grew stronger and stronger and ticklier and ticklier, and the tingliest spot slid further down from her bladder down to her vulva. And Chen could actually feel her vulva itself pulsate a little, opening and closing. Chen thought of the tingle that slid down her urethra as being a little like a fuse. Being a girl, she had a much shorter urethra than a boy her age would. And being a kid, she had a short little fuse anyway. Little girls were the worst people at holding their pee, she deduced. Damn that tingle in her fuse... er, urethra! It kinda felt like there was a little ferret running round inside her, or that someone had stuck a feather in her urethra and was tickling her inside, slowly drawing it out and becoming more vigorous with their tickles. The tingle in her vulva felt kinda nice, but... too much. Like being tickled - she enjoyed being tickled by Ran-sama and Yukari-sama, but it got too much for her and she couldn't bear it for more than a few seconds. She winced, she blushed red, she fought back pee which leapt to freedom as sweat. She danced around in her seat, crossed her legs, and grabbed her crotch, squeezing hard, feeling the odd drip crawl out of her urethra. With one hand still tightly clasped around her crotch, pulling her skirt down a little, she tugged on Ran's sleeve. "Ran? I... I kinda have to pee.." she whimpered, knowing full well that "kinda have to pee" was an understatement, and that her bladder was full to the brim, tingling like mad. Her clitoris was beginning to stiffen and stick up, the way a boy's penis would. In a girl, such an erection wouldn't provide any protection against wetting, the way it would a boy. For Chen, the slight aroused sensation her hard-on was creating (a sensation that, as a little kid, she wasn't familiar with) only reinforced the tingle in her pussy. Ran looked visibly troubled. "Well, Chen..." she said. "We can't really pull over... we're driving through the Forest of Magic at the moment, and although I bet all those trees look like urinals to you right now, I don't want you standing out there alone in such a dangerous place..." Chen's eyes began to water. Please, Ran, she thought? This is torture... "You could wet yourself, if you really have to... I mean, Yukari-sama would hate to get her car wet, but I would clean it up for you, Chen, and I'd take whatever punishment Yukari would dish out..." she was thankful Yukari couldn't hear her words, as she was half-passed out on the back seat by now! However, Chen rejected this option. "It really tingles, Ran-sama, and I kinda can't hold it, but... I don't wanna wet myself!" Chen almost cried. "This is my favourite outfit! My red skirt, cute white polo shirt, and red and gold-lined sweater vest on top... I don't wanna soak it!" Ran agreed. So many times Chen had made her nosebleed in that outfit... taking her sweater vest off, especially. Chen looked really adorable in her polo shirt and skirt, and a little drop of blood escaped from Ran's nose just thinking about it. "Damnit Chen," she thought to herself. "If only you hadn't had all those bottles of coke... there's only a few left!" Suddenly, she had an idea. "...Chen, drink one of those bottles." Chen looked up at Ran as if she'd gone mad. "Ran-sama, what? That will just make my bladder even more full and... ahh!" she moaned. "I felt another little drop crawl out just now! How can drinking help!" Ran petted Chen's hair and smiled. "We're a long way from home, and you can't wait until the toilet... you'll just have to pee in an empty soda bottle, Chen. So drink up, and soon you'll have relief!" Chen smiled, her face glowing a cute cherry red and her tails wagging again. "Ah, that's a great idea! Thanks, Ran-sama!" She looked at the soda bottle as if it was her saviour, risked removing her hands from her crotch for a second to unscrew the lid, and with her left hand again clasped firmly around her throbbing crotch, her right hand grabbed the open bottle. She chugged with all her might, feeling the cool refreshingness of the soda as it slid down her throat. It fizzed and tingled on its way down. "Hey," she thought to herself. "My urethra is all fizzy and tingly... and pee is what happens when you drink too much, right? I wonder if they're connected..." before long, Chen had emptied the small soda bottle. Relief was now seconds away. Cautiously, Chen removed her left hand from her crotch, and instead lifted up her red skirt with it. She looked down, and saw the front of her white bloomers was now stained with a few yellow wet spots. It didn't matter, she thought. It wasn't enough to ruin her beloved trademark outfit. With her left hand, she took her bloomers, and rolled up the right leg of them, pulling them aside. She could now see her smooth, pre-pubescent vulva, open, throbbing, smelling a little from the drops that had escaped, and immensely tingly upon being exposed to the air. With Ran fighting hard to concentrate on the road ahead, blood streaming from her nose hard now, Chen placed the opening of the soda bottle around her vulva with her right hand. She parted her little labia, knowing she would get a cleaner stream from a smaller opening (Yukari had taught her how to pee standing up, like a boy, so she knew her aiming techniques well), and she placed the bottle opening tight around her vibrating urethra orifice, holding it with her right hand, and holding her skirt and bloomers in place with her left. She was aimed. All she had to do was fire. She leaned back a little, meowed, made a cute little grunting noise as she pushed, and in a fraction of a second a thin yet fierce stream of pee shot out of her little urethra and tinkled as it filled up the bottle. Chen's nose and cheeks showed a visible blush as her pee streamed out. She was visibly relieved, the noise coming from her sounding like a cross between a moan, a sigh, a contented "Ahhhh!" and a meowing or purring noise. As for her pee, it at first made a loud splashing noise as it hit the plastic of the soda bottle, which changed into a tinkle as it hit pee instead. The stream was thin yet flowing fast, and was a deep yellow, like barely-diluted apple juice. It frothed and bubbled a little as it was pounded from above by yet more flowing pee, and Chen's scent was strong. It smelt kind of nice, in fact, making Ran slightly aroused. Her driving was suffering for it, but it was worth it to get Chen relieved! And as for the sensation Chen was getting? Her little clitoris was twitching with sensual pleasure, as her urethra fizzed and tingled, as she felt the pee flowing through it. This was amazing, Chen thought. I really needed this pee. Ahhh... A full three minutes of solid peeing later, Chen had one and a half soda bottles in front of her. The first was packed with bubbly yellow apple-juice-like fluid, warm and scented - her own pee. And the second one was half-full, as well! A few drips were still dribbling from her vulva, as Chen laid back, still sighing in pleasure. She'd opened her vulva wide while using the soda bottles, and didn't have to wipe - a little bit of drip-dry would sort her out. She rolled her bloomers back, adjusted her skirt, and screwed the top onto her bottles. "Wow," Ran said. "You really had to pee, didn't you, kid?" Chen blushed and giggled. "Yeah... the party was fun, and letting it all come out felt really, really amazing! I'm still tingling now, in fact... hehe! ...Oh, but what do I do with these bottles? I wouldn't want any of my friends seeing them and thinking they're apple juice!" "We'll pour them out of the window," said Ran. "But I think we'll need to keep the empty bottles... you'll probably be using them again, and we should keep a few for when Wriggle, Cirno, Rumia and Mystia visit you and have to pee too!" "Hehe, yeah. They'll only go into the forest floor. It'll be good for the soil!" Chen said, unscrewing the bottle caps and pouring away her urine. While she was doing this, Yukari snapped into life, and drunkenly opened a portal up for fun, unbeknownst to Chen and Ran. "I wonder how my friends are doing?" Chen thought out loud. Meanwhile, many miles away near a frozen lake, one ice fairy was showing off to her friends. "EYE AM A GUINESS!," Cirno proudly declared to Wriggle, Mystia and Rumia. They had gotten back from the party earlier, while Chen, Ran and Yukari were still driving home, as the frozen lake was much closer to the Hakurei Shrine than the Yakumo home. "Eye am the greatest and strongest in Gensokyo, and you must all bow to me! In fact I..." Cirno gasped as a portal opened up above her, and two bottles' worth of warm cat pee soaked her from above, making her friends fall over with laughter.
Please be gentle with me, I'm an inexperienced writer! 8,c Couldn't think of better names because I suck. :c Anyway, here it is. ------- The somewhat small room was dimly lit, the light from a television on the far side flickered, casting a bluish light over the two young men who sat on the floor. The One, excessively bony in his build, accentuated by the wife beater and boxers he wore, sat in an odd position on an over-sized pillow, and scribbled on a sheet of paper. The Other, whose frame was indistinguishably wrapped in a sweater, peered over his shoulder, enthralled by his work. They traded ideas for hours. The soft-spoken One, whose speech was pressured on occasion, and the sunny, gentle Other, who had a cheerful ring gracing all his words. The exchange was something interesting to hear. Beginning to stir, the One paused for a moment, and with a fleeting crease of his brow, settled back. He sipped from a bottle of water, then set it down next to several other empty bottles. He was a chatterbox once he was on the right topic; so (as would usually claim), he drank a lot of water. The Other looked at him, to the bottles strewn about the floor, then stole a glance at the clock. A small, impish smirk crept across his normally innocent face. That moment of discomfort, however brief, spoke volumes. It was now time for what the Other called the 'Waiting Game'. As the One droned on, every few thoughts were punctuated by a shift of his legs. The countless bottles of water had made their way through his system. He wasn't one to mention such things; in fact, he was often so involved in what he was doing that he hardly seemed to notice. A short time went by. The One squirmed, and switched positions every few minutes. Though it seemed the pressure in his bladder sparked some blood to rush downstairs, he was entirely nonchalant, (or oblivious,) about this, and paid it no mind. Another long sip of water, this time followed by a brief grab of his crotch, and a small, sharp intake of breath. This display forced the Other's libido to awaken, though the One failed to notice. Considering he barely noticed his OWN trouser dilemma, it was not surprising. More time passed. The One wriggled constantly now; it carried a tension about it that was different from his normal fidgeting; this was jerky, hurried, desperate. He reached down again, squeezing hard. An uncomfortable noise followed. Unable to ignore it anymore, he finally spoke up. Softly voicing his need to the Other, his hand hovered over his groin should the need to apply more pressure arise. As he went to stand, the Other tugged lightly at his arm. The One looked over, quizzically. There was a distinct air of restlessness in his demeanor; wincing a bit, a bead of sweat running down his forehead, with hand clamped over his crotch. A small, almost impatient huff followed. The Other drank in the sight, held the One's wrist firmly, then took a deep breath. Momentarily holding eye contact so intense it might just stop one's heart. In a voice that undermined his characteristic ring, he made a breathy command. "Hold it." An order which held a tone of authority, but was just as gentle and soothing as always. Somehow, the One found this reassuring. Going slightly wide-eyed, his cheeks took on an almost imperceivable blush. He didn't object. He stayed in his place, though now he pressed his thighs together tightly as he writhed. The hold on his crotch didn't cease; his bladder was rapidly filling past its' capacity. The Other nudged that gripping hand to the side. He slid an open palm over the One's protruding lower abdomen, and applied a slight pressure. Those hands were warm; very warm. This elicited a soft whimper from him and caused him to tense up. The close contact brought the One to full-mast quickly, despite what his aching bladder had to say. The One bit his lip, and squeezed his eyes shut in an odd mixture of discomfort and excitement. The Other, merciless in his intentions, kept a hand pressed just under the man's navel. A bit more pressure, and the One had to actively clench his muscles to keep himself under control. It stung so much that he couldn't keep it up for more than a moment. A small cry, then a trickle of urine leaked onto his boxers. The Other relented for a moment, quite satisfied. He had opened the flood gates; the torrent was inevitable. The One was sweating and panting softly as he desperately clenched his pelvic floor, trying to regain his composure. He froze for a moment, a deep, shaky breath indicating momentary success, until a forceful contraction of his bladder made his hand fly to his crotch. It was futile; another spurt of urine escaped him, and created a noticeable wet patch on his boxers. The Other rubbed his hand over the wetness lustfully, and shooed that pesky hand to the side. Pushing down, much more softly this time, on the One's bladder now had a profound effect; a stream of liquid spilled out, enough to begin dripping down his legs. The One groaned loudly. After a few long spurts, he reclaimed control of his flow, but his kidneys were still working overtime, and stretched his bladder more and more. His muscles were tiring, his stomach ached, and the urine stung and teased his insides. Another contraction, and he leaked again, an uncontollable stream. He tried so hard to stop it, but only managed to slow it in several unsteady waves. After a few seconds, and with every ounce of willpower her had, he managed to stop the flow to a few small drips. With a pathetic whimper, he shakily murmured, "...I can't...I can't hold it anymore." A few ragged breaths followed, a few seconds of dripping. Then, leaning against the other, a defeated moan was heard as a flood of warmth cascaded from between his thighs. The Other tugged the man's boxers down, and played in his stream. 'High pressure' couldn't even begin to describe it; it sprayed out of him with enough force to cause bodily harm. He held him with a tight grip and aimed the stream between his legs. Pulling him into an embrace, their stomachs met as the urine gushed, thoroughly soaking the front of their shirts. Try as he might. the One simply couldn't bring himself to stop. The urine poured from him, splattering and flooding the hardwood floor beneath him. The sound resonated loudly, like small chains rattling. The One collapsed into the embrace, voiding completely on the Other's stomach. As the flow tapered down, he groaned softly in relief, then shivered. It gradually slowed, and he panted, the sense of decreasing pressure felt wonderful at that point. After a short pause, he looked at the massive puddle on the floor. It had spread everywhere. He meekly apologized. The Other gave him a reassuring stroke of his hair, then tugged him off to the next room to get cleaned up. ------- Thar you go. Hope you guys like it. c:
This is nearly the EXACT same story as the other one, only this one is with 2 women. (Cheap, I know.) Hopefully, this will be more palatable to a lot of the people on here. cx The find/replace function is not infallible, so please be kind about minor errors. Anyway, here it is. ----- The somewhat small room was dimly lit, the light from a television on the far side flickered, casting a bluish light over the two young women who sat on the floor. The One, busty but slender in her build, accentuated by the sheer nightshirt and panties she wore, sat in an odd position on an over-sized pillow, and scribbled on a sheet of paper. The Other, whose frame was indistinguishably wrapped in a sweater, peered over her shoulder, enthralled by her work. They traded ideas for hours. The soft-spoken One, whose speech was pressured on occasion, and the sunny, gentle Other, who had a cheerful ring gracing all her words. The exchange was something interesting to hear. Beginning to stir, the One paused for a moment, and with a fleeting crease of her brow, settled back. She sipped from a bottle of water, then set it down next to several other empty bottles. She was a chatterbox once she was on the right topic; consequently (as she would usually claim), she drank a lot of water. The Other looked at her, to the bottles strewn about the floor, then stole a glance at the clock. A small, impish smirk crept across her normally innocent face. That moment of discomfort, however brief, spoke volumes. It was now time for what the Other called the 'Waiting Game'. As the One droned on, every few thoughts were punctuated by a shift of her legs. The countless bottles of water had made their way through her system. A short time went by. The One squirmed, and switched positions every few minutes. Though it wasn't cold, her nipples began to protrude from her shirt. She was entirely nonchalant about this, and paid it no mind. Another long sip of water, this time followed by a brief grab of her crotch, and a small, sharp intake of breath. this display forced the Other's libido, characterized by a small blush, to awaken, though the One failed to notice. Considering she barely noticed her OWN dilemma, it was not surprising. More time passed. The One wriggled constantly now; it carried a tension about it that was different from her normal fidgeting; this was jerky, hurried, desperate. She reached down again, squeezing hard. An uncomfortable noise followed. Unable to ignore it anymore, she finally spoke up. Softly voicing her need to the Other, her hand hovered over her panties should the need to apply more pressure arise. As she went to stand, the Other tugged lightly at her arm. The One looked over, quizzically. There was a distinct air of restlessness in her demeanor; wincing a bit, a bead of sweat running down her forehead, with hand clamped over her crotch. A small, almost impatient huff followed. The Other drank in the sight, held the One's wrist firmly, then took a deep breath. Momentarily holding eye contact so intense it might just stop one's heart, in a voice that undermined her characteristic ring, she made a breathy command. "Hold it." An order which held a tone of authority, but was just as gentle and soothing as always. Somehow, the One found this reassuring. Going slightly wide-eyed, her cheeks took on an almost imperceivable blush. She didn't object. She stayed in her place, though now she pressed her thighs together tightly as she writhed. The hold on her crotch didn't cease; her bladder was rapidly filling past its' capacity. The Other nudged that gripping hand to the side. She slid an open palm over the One's protruding lower abdomen, and applied a slight pressure. Those hands were warm; very warm. this elicited a soft whimper from the One and caused her to tense up. The close contact brought the One to full excitement quickly, despite what her aching bladder had to say. The One bit her lip, and squeezed her eyes shut in an odd mixture of discomfort and excitement. The Other, merciless in her intentions, kept a hand pressed just under the woman's navel. A bit more pressure, and the One had to actively clench her muscles to keep herself under control. It stung so much that she couldn't keep it up for more than a moment. A small cry, then a trickle of urine leaked onto her panties. The Other relented for a moment, quite satisfied. She had opened the flood gates; the torrent was inevitable. The One was sweating and panting softly as she desperately clenched her pelvic floor, trying to regain her composure. She froze for a moment, a deep, shaky breath indicating momentary success, until a forceful contraction of her bladder made her hand fly to her crotch. It was futile; another spurt of urine escaped her, and created a noticeable wet patch on her panties. The Other rubbed her hand over the wetness lustfully, and shooed that pesky hand to the side. Pushing down, much more softly this time, on the One's bladder now had a profound effect; a stream of liquid spilled out, enough to begin dripping down her legs. The One groaned loudly. After a few long spurts, she reclaimed control of her flow, but her kidneys were still working overtime, and stretched her bladder more and more. Her muscles were tiring, her stomach ached, and the urine stung and teased her insides. Another contraction, and she leaked again, an uncontollable stream. She tried so hard to stop it, but only managed to slow it in several unsteady waves. After a few seconds, and with every ounce of willpower she had, she managed to stop the flow to a few small drips. With a pathetic whimper, she shakily murmured, "...I can't...I can't hold it anymore." A few ragged breaths followed, a few seconds of dripping. Then, leaning against the other, a defeated moan was heard as a flood of warmth cascaded from between her thighs. The Other tugged the woman's panties down, and played in her stream. 'High pressure' couldn't even begin to describe it; it sprayed out of her with enough force to cause bodily harm. Placing her fingers on either side of the woman's labia, she aimed the stream clumsily toward her. Pulling her into an embrace and hiking her up onto her thigh, their stomachs met as the urine gushed, thoroughly soaking the front of their panties and the bottom of their shirts. Try as she might, the One simply couldn't bring herself to stop. The urine poured from her, splattering and flooding the hardwood floor beneath her. The sound resonated loudly, like small chains rattling. The One collapsed into the embrace, voiding completely on the Other's leg. As the flow tapered down, she groaned softly in relief, then shivered. It gradually slowed, and she panted, the sense of decreasing pressure felt wonderful at that point. After a short pause,she looked at the massive puddle on the floor. It had spread everywhere. She meekly apologized. The Other gave her a reassuring stroke of her hair, then tugged her off to the next room to get cleaned up.
Kiku solo omo by ~Omo-Art Kiku stood at the door, fumbling with the keys. "Man, I have to get out of this rain!" he felt wet everywhere. Thunder growled overhead. The door creaked open and inside he hurried. Yao had taken up an uncomfortable amount of his time, back at the market, yakking away at him with the things he couldn't care less about. Kiku sighed, dropping his keys on the counter and began to prepare some tea. The rain pounded the window outside. He smiled. Rain was so calming. He went to his room and changed into some drier, comfier clothes, then sat down with his tea in front of his fireplace, which was crackling away nicely. He lay down on the floor and stretched. His outstretched fingers touched something papery, he reached out and pulled it over. A yaoi hentai manga. He blinked. 'Hang on – I haven't read this one yet!' How lucky! He flicked the front page open and began to read it. Kiku was most content, snuggled up in front of his fire with his hot tea and hotter porn, as well as a beautiful storm raging outside. Perfection. Of course, it couldn't last... 'Hrr..' he sighed. There it was – the telltale twinge in his bladder. Kiku had to pee. And leave this comfort? This warmth? This porn? Kiku thought not, and snuggled further into his blankets. In reading this delicious new porn manga, Kiku discovered, one of the men in the manga looked shockingly like Yao. And in that kimono...z With that desperate look...could he need to... He was turning the pages eagerly now. Too bad it was in English. The Yao look-a-like was clearly having an omorashi experience. Kiku blushed pervily. A thrill of excitement coursed his body. "Yao" groped at the cloth of his kimono, trying to hold it in. A feeling of something on his crotch shocked Kiku from his thoughts. It was his own hand. He ignored it, even though his need to urinate was growing steadily. He had already come to think of this feminine, kimono-clad drawing as Yao. Oh, he looked so helpless. Kiku felt his cock growing stiff. And he had to go quite badly now. His body seemed to be subconsciously following Yao's own movements. Yao rubbed at his chest, Kiku's hand followed suit. Suddenly Yao spurted – his kimono darkened from the urine. A sudden release of urine into Kiku's pants quickly alarmed him , and he cried out. Tossing the book aside, he felt his crotch. It was definetly wet. He stared down at it from his position, elbow propped up against a pillow on the floor. 'Ahnn..' he bit his lip. His fingers rubbed delicately against the cloth of his shorts and a moan escaped. He realized that he had become aroused over his own desperation. Through a combination of rain, comfort, tea, and desperation porn, Kiku was enjoying the fullness of his bladder. He smiled arousedly. I'm alone, no one's around. I can be as desperate as I want. But he had no intention of wetting himself. It would be too far for him. So, what was kimono yao up to these days? Oh, squeezing both hands between his slender, lily-white thighs? Kiku smiled to himself, feeling his hands slide between his own thighs. He was now feeling very desperate, but couldn't help pushing just a little more. More, more. And when it felt like it was about to come out, he wrenched control back. The wave of desperation that ensued made Kiku want to come everywhere. Rubbing his sensitive spot, he rolled on the floor slightly. It felt so good! He was stiff as. Yao... He grabbed the book again. His body synched itself to Yao's movements once more. Kiku now stood, as Yao had, squirming, pulling at his crotch, dancing from foot to foot. He wanted to feel the delicious warmth course over his fingers and trickle down his legs. But he wasn't going to wet himself. Maybe...I'll go in the shower and get naked... and... He bit his lip again as one hand crept over his bladder and pressed down – he cried out sharply – more urine had escaped. 'Im...more desperate..then I thought ..' he whispered, then stroked himself some more. 10 minutes later, the tea had filtered through his system, and Kiku was frozen in delicious agony. To move sent floods of desperation (and urine) pushing against the bottom of his bladder. It was ecstacy. 'I need to get to the shower in time..though...' he kept reminding himself, stroking his thighs and slightly damp crotch. His fingers danced across this entrance, pushing. 'Nnf!' Sweat beaded his forehead. Yao had a camera – he was going to film his desperation for his lover? Kiku moaned – I want to film myself...' he thought. He stood shakily to his feet. He almost had to sit down but managed to keep himself standing. No- I'm not desperate enough yet. He sat down again, legs crossed, breathing in, then out. His cheeks blushed furiously red. He struggled over. Ah – there it was. The camera sat on the bench. He reached out for it. In that moment, he had to let go of the bench and grab his crotch hard as he nearly lost full control. 'Oh god-' Plit. Plit. Two small drops of urine hit the floor between his lean legs. 'I'm-Oh-' he grabbed the camera and ran back to the loungeroom. Ok, its filming now. He lay back down. Yao? Some inspiration? He could barely think, as he squeezed his thighs together as hard as he could. Yao had lost a bit of control, and had lifted his kimono to look at his underwear in shy embarrassment. Kiku couldn't help but do the same. His white undies were wet to the touch. He squeezed them and urine spilled out onto his hand. He gasped in arousal, then started fingering his entrance. Then, he pulled his shorts back up. Suddenly desperation had consumed him. He cried out, pressing himself against the floor. 'Oh –g- Im g-' Curling himself up tight, he tried to prevent the oncoming deluge. He decided it was time to go to the shower. He was still shaking with desire. 'Oh, but...I don't think I can move.' He thought worriedly. That ball seemed to be the only way he could NOT wet himself. He uncurled slightly – his urine further beat at his tired bladder. He spurted some more. This caused a cry of arousal from his vocal chords. 'No – not good – I –I need t-' I cant wet myself – I simply can't! No- I can make it. I know it. He stood up and took a halting step. His hand gripped his length so tightly his knuckles were white. You can do this! No – No you can't! 'Dauugh!' his legs collapsed from beneath him, so powerful was the pressure in his bladder. 'Oh god no!' Tears filled his eyes, arousal lingering not for beneath. He whimpered loudly. "I c-cant-' 'Help..' he whispered to no one. He stood up once more and took another step. It was then he realized urine was trickling down his leg. 'Uaah!' he cried. He finally lost control, he realized. And no amount of crotch grabbing could change it. Kiku felt hot urine flood his cupped hand – arousal overtook embarrassment. A throaty groan tore from his vocal chords, he rubbed firmly against each part he felt the urine rushing over. Warmth pooled around his testicles. From the bottom of his shorts his shame expelled, it poured down his smooth legs onto the wooden floor. The puddle at Kiku's feet grew quickly. 'Nn..' he squeezed his soaked length through his wet shorts. At least he had finished wetting himself. His legs were covered in trails of urine. His dick pulled strongly against the fabric of his pants, he felt so immensely aroused. He sat down, pulling his shirt off and throwing it aside. The puddle consumed any dry spots and he soaked himself in it. Kiku played in it as a child would play in a puddle of water. He then began to wank himself off. Hard thrusts and pumps brought the sweaty Asian to the most shockingly great orgasm he had had in a long time. Afterwards, he began to feel embarrassed over his actions and couldn't help but weep a little. Later that day, after Kiku had cleaned his floor and self up, there came a knock at the door. It was Yao. Kiku grabbed him and pulled him inside. Yao didn't leave until the following morning. He had only come over to borrow Kiku's camera. It wasn't until Yao was safely at home did Kiku remember what he had recorded on it. Owari
Tick, tick, tick. The minutes slugged past Honda Kiku this boring Maths period. He had long since turned his attention from the teacher to the clock. It will be lunch soon, he thought wearily. I can go and get some food, maybe do some shopping. Yes. 'Honda-san!' Kiku shot upwards. 'Y-yes?!' he cried in shock. 'Pay attention!' ''Y-Yes, sir!'' He muttered in embarassment. He listened for a few minutes but his mind quickly strayed to the idea of his lunch-time shopping plan again. He glanced over to the clock. Only a couple of minutes to go. Tickkity tickkity tock. This had to have been the most boring day ever. Kiku needed a good lot of shopping to unmush his brain. Tickkity tickkity tock. I think I am falling asleep...he thought lazily. Then all of a sudden. BRIINNGG!! The bell went! Kiku quickly jumped up, shoved his notebooks into his bag and rushed off. He didn't want to waste any time. He wanted to have enough time for quality shopping, after all. On the way out, he passed the bathroom. He hadn't been for a bit and wondered if he should quickly go empty his bladder before he left, but decided he'd do so when he got back. Off he went, the wind ruffling his fine black hair. It was a hot day. Upon reaching the shopping mall, he realized several students from the school were there too. They must have had the same idea. He saw a calligraphy shop on his left, but his stomach directed him to the food court first. A steaming hot bowl of nikujaga. Or ramen. Or anything really. He was hungry, and parched. He wandered off to see what he could get himself to eat. It all looked magically tempting, so he just stopped at the first stall he arrived at and bought himself some ramen and some lemonade. He sat down and dumped his bag beside him. He breathed in the smell of his food. Oishiiiii.....he thought and began to eat. He looked at the clock on the wall. Wow, time goes quickly! He sculled the rest of his food and hurried to get down to shopping. He threw his bag over his shoulder and set off. That calligraphy shop had looked interesting so that's where he decided to head. As he entered the shop, he started to notice pressure building at the base of his penis as his bladder filled rapidly, but he thought nothing of it. He lost himself in the thrill of having money to buy whatever he wanted, and doing so. 6 shops later, he checked his watch. 'Oh my...' he thought. 5 minutes till end of break! Uaaah! But the walk is at least 10! He grabbed his shopping bags and hurried away. He didnt notice leaving his schoolbag behind. He rushed down the street, hoping he'd get back in time, but he was to excited about his shopping to be too concerned about it. He checked his watch again and realised he only had a couple of minutey left. He started jogging but suddenly stopped, realising he was missing something. 'Oh no!' he thought. 'My bookbag!' he looked back the way he came. It was of vital importance. But, facing the wrath of my Geography teacher.... He decided getting his bag would be the lesser of two evils, and off he hurried. He felt the nagging throb of his lower abdomen and it began to stress him out a little. He hurried down the road. He felt the urine sloshing around in his bladder. It got worse with every step. He wondered if he'd have time to go to the bathroom when he got back to school. Obviously not. He entered the shopping mall. Then a thought struck him. Where do I look?! Back to the ramen shop he hurried, retracing his steps. He visited every shop, which cost him 5-10 minutes. But his bag wasnt there. He subconsciously grabbed himself, he couldnt conentrate. He couldnt stand being late for anything. Hes SO punctual. He quickly rushed into one of the shops again, peering around frantically. He stopped for a second and leaned forward, pretending to look at something on a shelf. He had to relieve some of the pressure on his bladder. It was becoming almost unbearable. He gave a little squirm. 'Why didnt I go before, now I dont have seconds to spare!' he thought. Not even to stop! He bit his lip in desperation and decided it would be necessary to ask around. 'Excuse me, have you seen a blue bookbag anywhere?' he would ask, but no one knew. His jiggly dance drew attention but he didnt care. Finally a staff member directed him to lost and found. He hurried there, which cost him more time, and it still wasnt there. He hid behind a shelf and held himself, panicking. He leant against the shelf, squirming and squeezing himself hard. He knew he had to find his bag but his bladder was so full buy now he didn't care anymore. He had no idea how he'd be able to hold it anymore if he stopped holding himself for just a second. It was important he get back to the school now. With or without bookbag. He couldnt use any facilities here because they were customer only and his bookbag had his wallet. He ran outside the mall, trying not to lose it, but feeling a small trickle escape and run down his leg. He stopped, crying out in shock and humiliation. Opening one eye, he saw someone eying him worriedly. With a blue bookbag. Igirisu?! Kiku stared at him for a second, blushing heavily. ''Er.. I found your bag and thought I'd pick it up before it gets stolen or something...'' England peered down at him awkwardly, holding up the blue bookbag. ''I..I..'' Kiku didn't know what to say. He was still for a second and then suddenly jumped at Igi, grabbed his bag and sprinted off. He prayed Igirisu hadnt seen how much he had leaked in that small moment. But he had. Igirisu watched him run, blushing heavily. Kiku pelted down the walkway, tears of shame in his eyes. I can still make it. Sure. Im only 5 minutes late.... He shoved both hands between his legs, squeezing himself tighter than ever. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold anymore if he didn't. He rushed towards the school as fast as he could without losing control. The pressure surely couldn't get any worse than it already was. He was wrong, of course. Everything around him made it worse. The drinking fountains. The grumbling clouds which threatened downpour. That was probably why it was so hot today. He saw the school approaching. And relief. Screw the geography teacher. This was more important. What if someone saw his indiscretion? What if it was someone he knew? There was already Igirisu, next it could be Amerika. Or Chugoku. Oh god! He cried out, trying to hold the shame inside, but it slowly leaked, ebbing down his legs. He peered down to see an obvious wet stop forming around his crotch. Blushing madly he tensed his muscles harder than ever. He stood still, doubled over, trying everything to regain control, but he realised he couldn't stop it. It was only a slow dribble and he could still make it. Swearing in his head, he reached the school and made a bee-line for the mens facilities. Relief so close, right? As he ran, heads turned in his direction. he must have been a sight to them. It was obvious he was wetting himself, especially with his hand shoved between his legs and the way he was running. Please, no one talk to me... The bathrooms came into view but he was more desperate than ever. He tried to run faster, but it was just making it worse. He was almost there when he felt his bladder push down hard. He gasped, squirming frantically. He dropped his bag, holding himself tight with both hands. He shuffled onwards, leaning forward as far as he could without falling over. He became immediately self-conscious of all the people around him. Someone spoke out to him. 'You can make it, Honda-san!' he nearly died. His hands were filling with his warm liquid and his length hardening. Moaning, he sunk to his knees. He continued his struggle to hold on, but he couldn't deny that it felt good. Such pressure was amazing. Regardlessly, he felt horrible. What was he going to do? He couldn't stand up now. And everyone was staring at him, he was sure. Suddenly he heard a voice. 'Hey, everyone. Bugger off. Leave him alone.' No doubt it was Igirisu, the English accent was flawless. Slowly the crowd dispersed to give him some privacy. He was feet from the restroom, if he was going to wet himself, at least inside the doorway. ''Come on.'' Arthur pulled him to his feet. Kiku didn't move. He shook with a mixture of desperation and embarassment. ''You can make it.'' Igirisu carefully pushed him towards to door. At least inside the door...he thought to himself. He stood as straight as he could and shuffled inside, his bladder now fully releasing. 'Igirisu-san, I....' he wanted to die as the splattering was heard. Arthur pushed him into a stall and left the facility. Kiku heard the door close, and sunk to the floor. Kiku sat there squirming, frantically trying to stop the heavy flow of urine running over his hands. He realised it was no use. His pants were completely soaked already. He watched his humiliation run across the floor, spreading out in a large puddle beyond the stall door. 'Fffuu....' tears stung his eyes and rolled down his cheeks in rapid succession. 'Oh no....' he whispered. I've wet myself like a child. He sniffled weakly and curled up in the corner of the stall. What was he going to do now? He couldn't just go to class like this. Or just leave the stall at all. He wouldn't let anyone see him wet. He hid his head down. 'What am I going to do?' he sobbed. He felt alone and afraid all of a sudden. He sat there in the wetness and cried. He sat there, sobbing quietly to himself. Suddenly, he heard the door open and someone come in. He froze, holding his breath, praying that whoever it was wouldn't notice he was there. Not that the large puddle coming from underneath the door wasnt a giveaway. He choked on a sob. 'Kiku.' Who could it be? he wondered miserably. ''Kiku, are you going to come out?'' Kiku shuddered. He recognised the voice as England's. He didn't know what to say. He wished he could just get out and never see him again, he was so embarassed. 'Come on.' said the voice, soft and husky. 'I-I cant...' he whispered, trying not to let him hear him crying. He was wet and miserable. The last person he wanted to see was England. 'Yes you can.' So sure. So certain. 'No, no I..I cant...' ''Are you crying?'' Kiku's heart sank. ''No.'' He replied quietly and miserably, sniffling loudly. He buried his face in his knees. ''Come on out... It's okay. Really.'' Arthur lightly knocked on the door. ''Come on. I won't tell anyone, I promise.'' Slowly Kiku reached up and opened the door. 'It doesnt matter, I bet everybody saw anyway...' he whispered, more tears falling down his cheeks. Arthur stared softly down at him. What was the emotion on his face? Pity? Disgust? Kiku didnt know. He felt too ashamed to look at him. ''Hey.'' Arthur put a hand on Kiku's shoulder and rubbed comfortingly. ''Don't cry.'' Kiku still didn't look up. ''I told the teacher you'd be latre because you weren't feeling well. And I brought you pants.'' Kiku wasn't really listening. He was too ashamed. He broke down into tears once more, even though he tried to stop. He couldnt control it. What can I control!? he cried to himself. He suddenly felt Arthur against his shoulders, he was hugging him, comforting him. He felt himself turn red. 'Dont cry.' came his voice. ''It's all okay now. There's no need to cry, right?'' Arthur pulled Kiku into a tight hug. Kiku shook with tears. ''We should get to class now, yeah?'' Igi patted Kiku on the back. ''Don't cry.'' Kiku nodded, attempting to wipe tears out of his eyes with his sleeve. 'Now, here are your clothes. I'll leave while you change.' he gave a comforting sort of smile to him. Kiku didnt know if he could go back to class though after this. Probably start crying again. 'I'll just head home...' he whispered, blushing. ''Well if you want to, I guess...'' Arthur shrugged. ''Why don't you just get changed, and then we'll forget about all of this and go to class?'' ''Ehhh...'' Kiku didn't know if he could face anyone from school ever again. He stared blankly at the floor. Kiku felt slightly sick, all the humiliation was taking its toll. But, if Arthur really wants him to stay...He had been so nice to him. Even if it was partly his fault Kiku had the accident in the first place. He looked up into his green eyes. 'W-well o-ok....I...I'll...' he swallowed. England passed him the spare clothes and closed the door behind him. ''We've almost missed all of Geography now, heh.'' Arthur chuckled, while Kiku got changed in the stall. Kiku wondered if they'd missed anything important. Probably not. It was Geography, after all. He realized the pants he was given were Arthurs, and blushed. 'Th-these are yours.' he stated. There was an awkward silence, then he spoke. 'Yes, they are. I...carry spares.' He wondered why. But decided not to ask. ''A-Are you sure it's okay for me to wear them..?'' Kiku said quietly. He had pissed all over himself after all. 'I'm certain, Kiku. You take them. Return them any time you feel free.' he added. Kiku stepped out of the stall, being careful to avoid the puddle. 'Arthur...thankyou..for this.' he whispered, not looking him in the eye. ''No worries!'' Arthur patted him on the shoulder. ''Let's go, then.'' England said confidently. ''Go wash your face or something. Then no more crying, okay?'' Kiku nodded. I feel so dumb...he thought. I better go wash my face. I dont want to throw up all over his clothes. 'Thanks again...' he added. Arthur nodded. Heading to the sink, he turned the tap on and splashed his face in icy water, feeling better. He re-met with him just outside, where the sky was a threatening grey. As they started walking, the bell rang and everyone spilled out of the building to their next classes. No one said a word, Kiku just merged with them and headed off to Science. Owariiii
It was another long boring day for Wang-Yao. School time was passing dreadfully slowly. He stretched backwards in his chair, wishing it would go faster and he could get out of this class. But no, it wouldnt. He sighed and wrote out a few half-assed answers on his answer sheet, casting eyes over towards Kiku, who was definetly into the work he was doing. The other guys were either asleep or writing aswell. He spent a while just staring blankly into space, before he took a glance at the clock. Still more than half an hour to go. Damn. How boring could the world get. He looked over to Kiku again. He seemed to be working hard on his work sheet. Aiyaaa, he's so smart, Yao thought, forcing himself to get back to work. He did want to look good for Kiku of course. No, staring around the room like a dunce was not for Yao. He was smart, but this time could be much better spent, oh I dont know, planning where he could build something else. Maybe a ramen shop for Kiku. Tap. Tap tap. He tapped his fingers impatiently against the desk. "Say in English, I'm sorry but I have to go." What kind of question is that? Uaah. Oh crap. He found himself staring around the room again. Damn. He wrote something down, without care. He noticed a slight feeling of pressure in his lower abdoment. He looked at the clock again. Only two minutes had passed since the last time he had looked. How was that possible? It must have been at least twenty minutes. He sighed and went back to staring blankly at his paper. Tap tap tap. Damn, why is my English so bad? He thought. He rocked forward in his chair, oh so tempted to just rest his head on the desk like the less intellectually gifted students in his class and sleep. It was so quiet. He could hear the scratching of pen against paper. Crtchcrtch. He shifted forward slightly to be more comfortable and realized nature's call was becoming stronger more quickly. Why did he need English anyway aru, he thought to himself, grumpily. He shifted in his seat and leaned forward a little to relieve some pressure on his bladder. He scribbled down some more answers on his sheet. He had no idea what he was writing, but maybe the time would pass faster with something to do, even something boring like English. Kiku coughed. Yao's head shot up. Kiku had actually moved from his spot, but swiftly returned to his paper. Damn, thought Yao. 10 minutes passed miserably. Why cant I concentrate aru ka?, thought Yao. He glared at his English paper. "Say in English, What is the time?" Time to gooo, thought Yao, and once that thought entered his head he realized how full his bladder was becoming. He rocked a little in his seat. Come on. I need to go. Come on. Come on. He stared expenctantly at the clock, somehow wishing it would suddenly speed up and class would be over. Twenty-five more minutes. He had to go bad. But he could wait, right? Of course, he told himself. It wasn't too bad yet. He glanced over at Kiku to make sure he wasn't watching before crossing his legs and rocking a little harder in his seat. "Alright everyone, please hand your sheets in to my desk now. " The scraping of chairs was heard as everyone got up to hand in their sheet. He looked at his sad attempt at English. The marks for that definetly wouldnt be worth writing home about. But a lineup had formed as the teacher slowly took in everyones papers. Yao didnt want to stand up that long. Just thinking about it made him squeeze his thighs together. Kiku stood up, and the lineup had ended just beside Yaos desk so thats where Kiku stood. "Yao-kun, hello." Yao froze. ''H-Hello, Kiku, aru.'' He said shakily. He looked down, not wanting to look Kiku in the eye. He didn't want to talk to Kiku now. He just wanted to go to the bathroom. The pressure at the base of his penis had grown to an almost painful extent. He shifted slightly in his chair and turned away. Kiku gave him a strange look. 'Wont you hand your paper in, Yao-kun?' Instinctively Yao moved the sheet away from Kiku's eyes. 'I-in a minute, aru. The line is long.' Kiku gave him a polite nod and moved away. Once the line had disappeared, Yao stood, shot up to the desk and back to his seat before anyone could question the fullness of his bladder. Wont class end? He thought, a sweat breaking out on his head. I dont know how long I can hold it. He shifted from side to side in his seat, trying somehow to relieve some pressure. It only helped for about a second every time though. He took a deep breath and told himself he could hold it. He crossed his legs tight and leant forward, praying that it didn't look too obvious. Suddenly the words "I'm sorry but I have to go."were echoing around in his head. Have to go, Have to go. God, I have to! His hand shot up instinctively. Kikus head snapped sideways to look at him and he felt his hand slowly return to his lap, and once Kikus eyes returned to the front, the hand crawled onto his crotch and squeezed. He squirmed about desperately. Now he was really worried he wouldn't be able to hold it. He could feel the massive volume of urine inside him pushing its way down. He turned away from Kiku as far as he could and held himself tight. Wang-Yao, are you alright?' the words made his blood run cold. The teacher had spoken and everyone had turned to stare at him. He nodded, feeling his hands tremble as they slid away from his crotch. It was like taking the plug out of a drain. Immediately he doubled over, shaking, a slight cry escaped his lips as he felt his warmth touch his underclothes. 'Aiyaa!' Kiku was staring. Did he know? He glanced over at Kiku who was indeed looking in his direction. Yao smiled at him awkwardly, and coughed oddly. What was he doing. Kiku looked away again. Maybe he hadn't noticed after all. But Yao was so desperate by now he considered just asking the teacher to go for a second. But then he thought better of it. He would probably say no, but even worse Kiku would find out. 'Tch...' What can I do? I dont...I dont think I can make it. These words scared him. Not in front of Kiku! Not in front of the...the entire class...aru... Tears filled his eyes at the thought. He pulled at his crotch more, crossing legs over and making obvious holding patterns when he thought Kiku wasnt watching. Kiku had of course, had his eye on Yao the entire time. His predicament was obvious. Kiku sat there, happily watching Yao squirm. He chuckled under his breath. Yao was indeed desperate. Kiku imagined the amount of pressure there must be inside him that made him have to put such effort into holding. How cute. It made him harden a little. Deep brown eyes watched Yao clenching his fingers on the desk, biting his lip, his whole body shuddering every time he lost a tiny bit of control. I...I may have to speak with Yao after class, he thought, his cheeks reddening. Yao didnt care about how obvious his desperation was. His pants were already soaked a little and he didnt know if he could keep it up any longer. Not long now. Only a few minutes. You can make it Yao. Oh, I wish Kiku wasnt here. I would have run from the class if he wasnt. Heck, losing it wouldnt be half as bad as if Kiku was here. He rocked on his chair, blushing heavily. He squeezed his throbbing penis as tight as he could between his thighs. With how hard he was squeezing, surely nothing could escape, he told himself. He could feel more urine forcing its way downwards. He shook with effort to hold on. It felt like his bladder was pushing down. He doubled over again. He had to hold it. 'Oohhh....' a shuddering moan escaped and a few people stared at him. He rested his head on the desk. Dont talk to me. Please, leave me alone, and when I wet myself on this chair, dont watch. Please Kiku. Dont watch. Rubbing his thighs against each other couldnt stop the pain he was in. Then suddenly, the bell rang. Yao's head spun with a sense of relief but also a feeling of panic. He slid a hand between his legs again and held tight. He watched as people gathered together their belongings and started out of the room. Hurry, hurry, hurry. Especially Kiku seemed to be packing up far too slowly. Yao had to wait until he had left so that he could hold himself in peace without him seeing. He remained in his seat, fiddling with his pencils. Come on Kiku. Go away. Please. He took deep breaths and stood shakily. Turning his back, he stuffed the things into his bag. 'Yao-kun.' He stiffened and slowly stood to face Kiku. No, no, no. Don't talk to me now! Yao didn't know what to say. He considered just running for it, but then realised he would probably wet himself before getting out of Kiku's site if he did so. ''K-Kiku.'' He yelped. He felt a little bit of urine spurt out. He quickly sat down. 'Yao, I...I would like to speak with you, if I can have a minute of your time.' Yao didnt see the truth behind Kiku's hidden motives and could only think, I dont have a minute aru yo! He bowed his head to hide the tears of urgency quivering on his eyelashes. 'Of course.' Kiku's eyes travelled to Yao's crotch and noticed a faint dampness that made him harder than ever. He smiled at Yao warmly, purposely delaying his delivery of what he actually wanted to say. He could hardly concentrate with Yao so desperate. He enjoyed every second. He watched him try to pretend this wasnt happening, like he wasnt going to lose control in front of him. Kiku was afraid Yao would suddenly announce that he had to go and run off. What could Kiku say, No, stay! I want to see you have an accident! Hardly. Yao shifted on the table. 'What did...what did you want to say, Kiku? Kiku gave him a shy smile which melted Yao. 'I think....' ''I've been thinking lately...'' Yao stared up at Kiku. Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry. He couldn't wait any longer. He gave a little squirm. ''Are you alright?'' Kiku asked. ''You look a little pale.'' Shut uppppp. Yao thought. ''Wh-What did you want to say aru ka..?'' Yao stuttered, looking away, still squirming. 'Ai..yaaaa...'he whispered as urine soaked his crotch and as he squeezed his legs together, it felt arousingly warm. Kiku stared off into the distance and Yao became increasingly impatient. 'Please, I am in a bit of a hurry.' he whispered, blushing. 'Oh...are you? Where are you going?' He didn't know what to say. ''Err...S-Somewhere.. aru..'' he muttered. He was becoming wetter by the second. Kiku cocked his head to one side. He looked at Yao smiling innocently, secretly in great arousal. Fine. If Kiku was just going to waste his time, Yao wasnt going to wait around. 'Im sorry, but I have to gp. go" The words came flowing out of his mouth in perfect English, and blushing, he turned to hurry away when he felt a cool hand on his shoulder. 'Wait, Yao...I need to say something to you, it is just embarassing to....to say." What? Yao stopped. His bladder pushed down hard. The pressure was too much to take now. ''A-Aiyaaaaaaaaah...'' He moaned, doubled over as he felt a huge spurt escape. And another. Now panicking, he tried to keep walking. He felt tears welling up in his eyes. 'Please, Yao, I...I want to know if you...if you'll.....date me.' he whispered. Yao stopped in his steps and turned rigidly back to Kiku. 'I-Im sorry, I...I mustn't have heard you right...' 'I want to be with you, Yao!' Kiku said, forcefully. ''I-'' Before Yao could even think about what Kiku had said, he felt his bladder push down harder than ever. The pressure was so strong it hurt. ''N--Ngggngnggg..'' Yao whimpered as he shoved both hands between his legs. He squirmed madly but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop the now heavy flow of urine. No. No, no, no! He sunk to his knees. He couldnt believe his eyes. He was happy enough to have seen even a hint of desperation from Yao...but now...he's fully... His hands trembled as he watched Yao soak his pants in shame, tears on the edge of running down his cheeks. Kikus cock twitched at every slight moan Yao made. Yao squirmed pathetically as he felt his bladder emptying. ''Oh my... Yao..'' He heard Kiku say. He didn't want to know what look Kiku had on his face. He just stared down at the floor, his eyes full of tears, not knowing what to do. He gripped his crotch tightly as the warm urine pushed hard against the fabric of his pants, the soft skin of his hands. His puddle grew quickly and no amount of holding could stop it. Kiku is too polite to say anything hurtful, but no doubt he was disgusted as Yao wet his pants shamefully. ''Yao...'' Yao felt a hand on his shoulder. He quickly shook it away, and started apologising like mad. He didn't know what he was saying. Why did Kiku have to choose this day to come talk to him? He was so embarassed and knew Kiku must hate him now. He sniffled weakly, attempting to wipe the tears out of his eyes with his sleeve. 'Kiku, Im s-so sorry!!' he didnt know what to say, he was just so humiliated. 'Ive, Ive had an accident aru!' Wow. Those words sounded so childish to him. Droplets of his "accident" dripped continuously from his crotch into his puddle. Kiku stared down, not knowing how to respond. He felt so hard at Yaos humiliation. 'I can...see that, Yao-kun..' he whispered politely. ''Aiyaa... I... I'd better leave then...'' Yao stuttered. ''I'm so sorry... Aiyaaaah...'' He didn't move. He didn't know where to go. Kiku stared at Yao's crotch, smiling awkwardly. ''D-Don't look aru!'' Yao turned away. He awkwardly got to his feet, feeling the warm liquid dribble down his legs. Kiku didnt want him to go. Yao started crying softly to himself. Kiku knew how he must have felt. 'Yao...I...' Yao shook his head, grabbing his bag and walking out of the room slowly. ''Wait, Yao..'' Kiku took hold of Yao's arm. Yao shivered. ''Don't cry, please.'' Kiku pulled him back and smiled warmly at him. Yao stared up at Kiku with a sort of horrified and teary expression on his face for a second before looking away again. ''Now I've ruined everything aru...'' He muttered. 'Dont touch me...please...' he wanted toget away from Kiku, go and cry and moan in humiliation. 'Please, Yao!' Kiku cried but Yao didnt seem to want to hear it. He kept hiding his cute eyes, all Kiku could see was a glowing blush on his wet cheeks. Yao shooked him off and was going to make a run for it. 'Yao! I-I still meant what i said!' he cried. Yao stopped with a second of hope. But then he realised Kiku surely couldn't have meant it. He was probably just trying to be polite. He started sobbing harder and started to run. ''Yao!'' Kiku started after him. He couldn't leave now. 'Kiku! I cant! Im s-so humiliated aru yo!!' he cried as he stumbled out. Kikus eyes stung. 'Yao, I want to be with you!' he cried. And if he screwed this up, nothing would ever be seen. Go, run and get him! At the last second, Kikus hand caught Yaos. Yao tried to pull away but Kiku held his hand tight. He stared at Kiku, shaking with tears. He decided he might as well listen to what Kiku had to say. Nothing could get more humiliating anyway. ''Kiku... I'm so sorry...'' He repeated again and again. He closed his eyes tight, breathing heavily, trying not to have a huge breakdown. 'Calm down, Yao...' he felt Kikus hand touch his face and wipe away his tears. 'Yao, I...Im the one who is sorry. I tried to make you stay longer and listen to me...' he whispered, his cheeks blushing. 'Im sorry for taking your dignity. Let me take this too...' He took hold of Yao's hands. ''Don't cry. I won't tell anyone, okay?'' Yao was silent. ''How about you come round to my house?'' Kiku moved closer to Yao, their foreheads touched. ''We can have some tea and relax a little.'' *'No....Kiku, I-I couldnt aru. I need to go change.' Kiku smiled softly. 'Its ok, come to my house and I'll take care of everything.' Also he wouldnt mind seeing Yao in one of his kimonos. He hugged him and Yao felt bettter in the comfort of Kiku. 'Alright...' Kiku pulled away and smiled at him intently. Yao stared back, still blushing heavily. Kiku laughed. ''You look lovely.'' He leant forward and kissed Yao on the cheek. Yao stared down at the floor, trying not to smile back. Kiku tipped his chin up and stared him in the eyes. Yao melted. 'I want to be with you...Yao-kun.' 'Aiyaa......I....' he couldnt finish the sentence. Yao slowly started to forget his humiliation. He blushed and shivered with happiness. 'I like you, Kiku.' he whispered, smiling bashfully. Kiku gave him a sweet smile. They walked out of the school holding hands together.
'Alright everyone, the world summit meeting is officially in session!' Germany announced over the arguing group. 'Everyone pay attention to the hero- me! Look!' shouted America. The Axis/Allies looked up. Sitting at the giant table was: Germany, Italy, Japan, China, America, England, Russia and France. No one appeared to be getting along very well. England argued with America and France loudly. Italy's mind drifted to pasta. Germany looked exasperated. Russia sat back, enjoying the chaos. Japan sighed irritably. 'Everyone, listen!' America yelled. 'China has an important announcement to make – the reason why we are here together today.' China, who was sitting straight backed in his chair, stood to his feet angrily. 'E-everyone…we have a problem on our hands. A huge one.' The summits eyes were on him. He reached into his Shinatty bag, and pulled out an object with great flourish. 'STRAWBERRY MILK ARU YO!' The thud of several annoyed heads hitting the desk sounded across the room. 'I call for the banning of strawberry milk every where! Its bad! Its terrible! I have banned it in my own country, and I warn you- ban it in yours, everyone! Its disgusting! Its cruel! Don't ever ever drink it aru yo!' America choked on his hamburger. Germany pounded him on the back. 'Strawberry milk, bad?! What?! This cant be!!' 'It is so, my friend.' England snorted. 'What? Are you serious. Really. Strawberry milk.' He rolled his eyes. 'This is an extremely important matter!' China cried, blushing. 'Please…ruin will fall upon you all! Its evil! Its conniving!' Muttering spread throughout the men. 'OK CHINA! WHAT IS SO BAD ABOUT STRAWBERRY MILK!?' Germany demanded. China looked almost frightened, his face went white. But not from Germany's wrath. 'I…I daren't whisper it aru…' Silence went throughout the room, broken only by Italy's soft snoring. A chair scraped across the floor as its owner stood. It was Russia. 'I do not fear strawberry milk.' He said smiling. 'If Yao believes strawberry milk is so bad, I will not sell it in my country either.' Said Japan quietly. 'Nor I.' said France. 'I don't need strawberry milk to make the best cuisine in the world.' He said, smirking. 'Thankyou!' China said. 'Aaah.' A contented sigh carried across the room, traced back to England. He pushed the empty bottle of strawberry milk away from him and wiped off his pink milk moustache. 'That was good.' He met the eyes of everyone in the room, especially wide-eyed China. 'AIYAAA!!' he yelled. 'Ah-you-you drunk it!' he looked about to faint. 'Look at me! I am fine.' England said. 'I do not think that was such a good idea.' said Japan. 'It is clear that England is fine!' said America, grinning. 'Perhaps it was my very presence that stopped the evil of the strawberry milk from consuming dear England.' He announced pompously. 'Has any one got anything else to contribute to this meeting? Something useful?' England added. China glared at him angrily. 'Well don't tell me I didn't warn you.' He said, and sat down in his seat with a huff. He pulled his bag into his lap and snuggled it. England glared at him back. 'Well, I wanted to discuss trade between my country and yours.' Japan said. 'Thanks to China having lent me some of his men I now have enough production to start trading. I am currently having a sale on a new gaming---' England tuned out from Japans no doubt riveting announcement. Something had just become apparent to him. He had to use the bathroom. Really. Badly. He tapped his foot under the desk. 'Uwah!' something cried out. 'Uwah?' he looked under and saw that he had stepped on Italy. Italy climbed back up into his seat beside England and rubbed his eyes. 'Russia, stand and give me your answer for trade.' Slowly the tall man stood. '' My country has no need for gaming.' Said Russia. 'In that case I may present to you my new class of submarines---' England squeezed his thighs together, a blush of discomfort on his face. He looked up shakily and saw China staring right at him. Englands mouth fell open slightly. China knew. The strawberry milk…It must have…. A small smile appeared on Chinas face, but it was not a comforting one. England glared back, and as soon as China turned away, he bit his lip, shifting in his seat. Italy was asleep again. Japan on the other side of him was talking. The pressure that had grown so quickly inside his bladder was debilitating. Of course it was forbidden to go to the bathroom while in a summit meeting. No one was allowed to leave while it was in session. He rocked back and forth in his seat, so tempted to grab himself. 'England, are you feeling okay?' The words shot through him like ice. Japan was staring down at him. He blushed tomato red. 'What on earth are you talking about?' he snapped back. 'Excuse me.' Japan returned to discussing his trade. He bowed his head, embarrassed, his hand twitching, needing to get to his length and suppress the growing urge. His legs crossed under the table. 'Just….how long can I endure this?' was a dangerous thought that entered his mind, and once having thought it, he began to panic. 'England, stand and give me your answer for trade.' 'Huh?' Japan looked shy. 'Your..answer for trade…between our countries.' 'Aah…' he stood shakily to his feet. All eyes were on him. 'I…' he shifted. 'Uh….Trade is fine. Go ahead! Trade as much as you want.' He flung himself back into his seat. Japan bit his lip. 'England…' England returned him a smoldering gaze. 'Uh..uh Thankyou everyone. I will get in touch to discuss the trade details with you individually at a later date.' He sat down quickly. Englands fingers groped at the cloth of his thighs, his breathing heavier as he felt himself losing against the strain. China stared at him, a smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth. 'England, are you sure you're feeling okay?' asked America, care showing on his face. 'Aah, yes…I'm fine.' He replied back, suddenly a lot more embarrassed. An awkward moment passed between them. 'OK did we have anything ELSE to discuss?' asked Germany sternly. 'Global Warming!' cried America, back to his normal self. 'My plans to build a giant hero are so far not advancing.' He said. 'I need the other countries help so we can-' Argument broke out. England closed his eyes and tried to think of nothing but holding the floodgates back. Moaning softly his fingers made their way to his crotch and squeezed tightly. He hid this under the fold of his jacket, so it wasn't completely obvious. He shifted around continuously in his seat, unable to conceal his agony any longer. 'Oh god…' he whispered in a strained voice as he felt some urine escape. 'England…' said Japan quietly. He looked up. The Asian could see what the problem was. Japan had enough experience in that area. England knew that, he had the misfortune of seeing Japan lose control one fateful day. 'You have to use a bathroom…' Englands cheeks flamed and he looked down. His crotch felt wet and he didn't know if he could last much longer. Tears were gathering in his eyes. 'Arthur…' At the mention of his name, he looked up again. 'Its alright. You cant help.' China looked over and saw England and Japan talking together like they shared something. Anger flashed in his eyes. 'Stay away from my Kiku…' he whispered to himself. The argument had now grown louder. 'I REFUSE TO BUILD A HERO TO COMBAT GLOBAL WARMING!' Yelled France. 'But you must! -Mmrmr munch munch- It's the only way to survive!' cried America through mouthfuls of cheeseburger. 'There must be other ways!' yelled Germany. England pulled at his crotch desperately. 'Ahnnn-' he groaned as he felt another spurt of warmth. 'Oh fuck!' The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them. The summit were all looking at him. He glared back angrily. Americas alien popped up beside him. 'Fucking limey! Fucking limey!' it cried, then disappeared. China was growing impatient. Japan kept looking at England strangely. China was jealous. They went back to arguing. 'Why cant we just try and reduce production of greenhouse gases?' asked France. Russia smiled. Still enjoying the chaos. Maybe a fight would break out. (Kolkolkol) England was losing the battle. 'O-oh-' he cried, groaning. A small puddle had formed beneath his crotch. 'England!' Japan cried in shock. 'Don't watch!' he said, straining. Grinding his thighs together no longer helped. Italy had woken up again. England had his head on the desk, his hand on his crotch, legs crossed, jiggling back and forth. This was the only position that could allow him to hold it any longer. Tears were threatening to run now, he was under so much pressure. 'J-Japan…Does England…' A curt nod informed the Italian of the situation. He gave England a friendly pat on the back. 'You just hold tight.' The arguing had petered out now and no one really had anything to say. Italy stood – This was a first for him. Everyone looked up in shock. "I would like to cast a vote that we end this meeting.' He said. 'Seconded!' was Japans immediate response. 'Agreed.' Said Germany. 'And I!' said America. 'Me too.' Said France. 'Wait!' Said China. England whacked his head on the desk. He couldn't stop leaking. His crotch, if he stood, would be noticeably wet. 'Arthur-' came Japan's worried voice. 'I-I can't…hold it!' 'Why are we waiting, China?' Japan asked in a somewhat sharp voice. He appeared distressed. 'I-I…uh…' England gave him the evilest glare he could muster. It was so obvious China was stalling for time. But he didn't need a lot. England couldn't hold it any longer, no matter how hard he tried. No manner of holding patterns could save him. He felt his bladder escape his control. Letting out a cry of frustration he smacked his head on the desk once more, tears spilling down his cheeks. The urine soaked his entire crotch and spilled off the chair. The embarrassing sound of urine hitting the floor could be heard. 'Arthur!' Japan cried. 'England..' 'Whoa- England wet himself!' China announced, relief evident in his voice. The summit's eyes all snapped to England at once. Japan gave China a loathing look. He and Italy pulled England up and ran out of the room. 'Meeting adjourned!' called Italy as the door slammed shut. Once out the door England sunk against the wall. He had soaked his pants all the way down to his ankles. 'Ah, England.' Italy was unsure how to respond to him, who now cried openly. 'Arthur – what can we do for you?' Wiping his tears away, England looked up with puffy red eyes. 'I just need to get away from America.' It was almost as if England was used to this. Maybe not to this extent but it had obviously happened before. 'America?' England nodded, reddening on top of his already prominent blush. 'It's alright – I will take my self out. Thankyou.' Getting up he began to miserably make his way out the door. It was raining. 'Arthur…' 'I will accompany him, Kiku.' Said Italy who rarely used Japan's name. 'Thanks, Veneciano.' He replied. Sighing, shaking the embarrassment away, Japan re-entered the summit meeting room. America was on his feet. 'Arthur – is he okay, Japan?' 'He…is coping. He would prefer not to see you.' America nodded, as if he had been expecting it. 'What about me?' asked France. 'He doesn't want to see anyone. Italy is accompanying him.' China was fidgeting in his seat. 'I told him so. I told him not to drink it.' 'Yao, I am disappointed. I am in quite a rage right now.' Japan said to him. 'No-Kiku… I- I'm sorry… I just wanted to tell people not to drink strawberry milk! And he did!' he sniffled, hugging his Shinatty bag. Japan softened. 'I know. And I can only imagine the reason why you wanted to ban it.' 'Now he knows how I felt!' said China. Russia had an odd expression on his face. 'I think, perhaps I will ban strawberry milk in my country.' Everyone in the room agreed on this point. END lalalala.
'Gaara, wake up.' came a soft voice from beside him. 'Nyynn...' he moaned and slowly opened his darkened eyes. Sasuke was shaking him gently, rousing him from sleep. 'What is it? Are we there yet?' he asked. 'We still have quite a long ride ahead of us.' Sasuke replied. 'Well, then what? A service station?' He hoped so, he needed to take a leak. He began to stretch out. 'Unfortunately not that either. One of the teachers just got a message that there is a huge storm coming this way. Im not sure whats happening, but I think we need to stop for shelter somewhere.' Sasuke sounded slightly worried. Naruto was happily bouncing around the bus. They were on their way to camp. There were many people on the bus. The teachers tried to not appear worried, but this was supposed to be a big one. A huge one. There was a chance of tornadoes. As Gaara looked out the window, he could see the clouds already taking on a dangerous, stormy hue. He shivered. He had quite the fear of storms. Well, especially lightning. Being naturally sand-affiliated, storms were just not to his taste. Sasuke had his back to him, quietly informing the other students of the situation. Gaara took a sip of his coke, now watery because the ice in it had melted, and another bite of his cold burger. After setting his food back down, he realized his urge to pee was getting pretty bad. He shifted in his seat. Not to worry though. Once they arrived at their next stop, Gaara could go. It wasn't too long before they stopped off at a hotel and the teachers hopped off to go request temporary hospitality until the storm passed. Gaara was thankful they had stopped, he really needed to go. He stood up. 'Gaara, what are you doing?' asked Kakashi, the supervising teacher on the bus. 'Are we not allowed to get out?' he asked. 'Just wait and see if we can stay here or not.' Gaara sat down, blushing a tiny bit. He caught Sasuke's eye on him. The teachers came back 10 minutes later, windblown and downcast. The hotel was unavailable to stay in. Or at least, thats what the hotel managers had said. The wind had really picked up now, and it was raining slightly. They had no choice but to keep going to find shelter somewhere else. 'I need to peeeee.' Naruto moaned loudly. Sasuke coughed. 'Im sorry but there will be no stops, we cannot afford to. We need to keep looking for shelter or we could be in considerable danger.' Said Iruka. 'Naaaww.' He groaned, sitting atop his seat, chewing some fries. Gaara shifted. He was beginning to really feel the pressure from his bladder, and let out a tiny moan. He decided to cross his legs. ½ an hour later, the storm was almost upon them. Heavy rain pelted the windows. Some of the girls had started to cry. Gaara almost wanted to, he could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. And his bladder felt like bursting. Though it was humid inside the bus, he jumped up and grabbed his hoodie from the top compartment. 'Are you cold, Gaara?' Sasuke asked, deadpan. He had just been sitting back, reading, for most of the time. A boring bus partner for most, but it suited Gaara just fine. 'Ah, yes. I am.' In actual reality it was simply so he could hold his throbbing length without anyone seeing. He proceeded to do so. He thought he saw a tiny smirk playing on Sasuke's lips. He crossed his legs back over, resting his head against the back of the seat, sighing. Im in danger of having an accident. I could...wet myself. The thought terrified him. He couldn't let anyone know. Especially Sasuke. Or Naruto. He found himself involuntarily jiggling, but there wasn't a lot he could do about it. 20 more minutes were spent being denied from another hotel. Iruka, Shikamaru, and Kakashi were on the verge of panic. Some students were already panicking. Gaara was among them, in the moments he could spare thought away from his bursting bladder. He was biting his lip. The bus drove unsteadily along the bumping road. The strength of the wind was causing it to sway. Everytime this happened he nearly lost control of his urine. A particularly strong gust made the bus shudder. A squeak of fright escaped him. Sasuke turned slowly to him. 'Gaara, are you ok? You seem a bit.....Frightened.' he said quietly. 'No, Im fine.' He replied back, maybe too quickly. Kakashi stood up to address the bus. 'Everyone, as you know there is a huge storm almost upon us. Now, there is no need to panic, but we are unable to find shelter before it strikes us, so we are just going to have to bide it out. There will be no one allowed out of their seats. Keep your seatbelts on. ' 'What about student who need to pee?' asked Rock-Lee. Beside him, Neji rolled his eyes. 'Well hopefully no one has to, considering we stopped at that station a while back.' Gaara went stiff. We DID?! 'Aww but I slept through that!' Naruto groaned, bouncing on top of his seat. 'Too bad!' Iruka replied back. Gaara grinded back and forth in his seat. Once more, Sasuke was looking at him. 'You wouldn't happen to need a restroom, would you, Gaara?' he asked, a knowing glint in his eyes. 'Dont be ridiculous.' He snarled back. 'Well, you did sleep through the rest stop. And you seem agitated.' Sasuke smiled at him. 'No, it's not that at all. It's...the storm.' Well, that was a half truth. 'Of course.' Sasuke turned away from him. BUMP! The bus flew over a speedbump in the road. Gaara cried out as he felt a hot rush of warmth in his pants. He had wet himself a fair bit. It had taken a lot of willpower to get that control back. He didn't have the best control because he never found himself in desperate situations, never exercised those muscles. 'O-Ohh-' He grabbed himself hard, turning a deep red. The pressure against his length was simply unbearable, every movement made him flinch in agony. The storm shook the bus heaps, the lighting killed his nerves. The rain pounded the bus as it drove along the road. 'Thats it, we are going to have to stop.' Shikamaru shouted to the busdriver, who nodded thankfully. They pulled to a stop on the empty road. Gaara sighed audibly. It was relief. He still had to go though. Suddenly, he heard the sound of urination. He went dead pale for a second, before realizing it was not him. It was in fact Naruto, releasing his pent up urine into a bottle. Gaara groaned. If only he could do the same. He wouldn't, of course. There was silence. Then all of a sudden BOOM. SHUDDER. The bus rocked on its wheels. 'Aaghh!' a girl screamed, accompanied by a few others. Some of the boys cried out, including Gaara. Another spurt. Tears formed in his eyes as he realized he wasn't going to make it. He was going to wet his pants. He choked back a sob – he knew the wet spot would be visible on his beige cargoes. SHUDDER. The bus had visibly tipped. Gaara's empty drink fell off the tray. He jiggled his thighs together, rubbing his knees up and down. Sasuke knew he had to go, and knew he was desperate. 'Gaara...why don't you go in a bottle, like Naruto?' Sasuke asked quietly. Gaara gave him the most withering glare he could muster and didn't reply, diverting all his attention to his bladder. He kept his head down, so Sasuke couldn't see the tears quivering on his black lashes. 'Everyone, get down onto the floor!' Kakashi yelled. Gaara gulped. Sasuke slid gracefully down onto the floor and looked up at him. 'Quickly!' Gaara unbuckled his seatbelt with clumsy, shaking fingers and dropped onto the floor beside him. Immediately desperation overtook him, he bent over, clutching at himself, a few more drops squeezing themselves out of his member and through his pants. They dripped out onto the floor of the rocking bus. Sasuke stared at him in horror. 'Y-You really h-have to go, don't you?!' Gaara curled up tighter, hoping no one could see him behind Sasuke. 'S-Sasuke , p-please...' he whispered shakily. He was blushing heavily as he couldn't stop having little leaks onto the floor. His hand was soaked. 'S-Shall I find you a bottle?' Sasuke whispered back, also embarrassed. Gaara nodded. 'Hurry!' he choked. He heard glass shatter above his head. Some rock or some other heavy object had flown through the window, propelled by the cyclonic winds. He felt sure he was going to die. Sasuke was whispering urgently to his neighboring busmates. It would seem the only bottle had been used to accommodate Naruto's pee. Sasuke turned back to the desperate redhead. 'Im sorry,' he said. 'You could always just...go. And say a cup spilt on you...' Gaara shook his head quickly. 'I-I cant, theres no way, I- Uhhnnn!' he groaned, more urine poured onto the ground. Then it came, the huge, heavy blow. The bus was thrown, flipped for some distance. And by some miracle, it landed up alright, albeit somewhat crushed and the glass shattered. Most of the people on the bus were knocked unconscious on impact. 'Gaara, wake up.' came Sasuke's voice. Gaara sat bolt upright. Sasuke had a few scratches on his face, and fragments of glass littered his hair. This was the same for most of the people. 'The bus flipped. We're ok now. And the worst of the storm is over.' He said. They were no longer on the bus, actually outside on the arid ground. There were people around him. Of course, they were concerned, because if Gaara was injured, there would be hell to pay from the Sand village. He was mostly unharmed, except as the bus rolled he had cracked his knee against the floor, which had broken. Besides that it was just some scratches nd blood.. And his bladder – holy crap, his bladder! It was so full! He grabbed himself. Sasuke saw the problem. 'Nothing to see here guys! Go on, go tend to your comrades.' He said, trying to spare Gaara some dignity. The crowd slowly dispersed. Gaara moaned in agony, he couldn't hold it! His bladder gave in, and urine began to flood his pants. 'Oh god!' he clenched his fists, but made no attempt to stop the flow, because he knew he couldn't. He couldn't stand because of his knee. And he didn't want to. He was too tired, too sore from the ordeal. He just lay there, weeping as a large puddle of urine spread all around his crotch. He could feel eyes on him, the teachers, Naruto's, and of course, Sasuke's. Sasuke put a hand on Gaara's shoulder. He just kept going, it felt like such relief. His pants darkened considerably from the liquid. He could hear ambulance's in the distance. 'Come, sit up.' Said Kakashi. He was slowly lifted into a sitting position. 'Its alright.' He was blushing so heavily, but at the same time, just glad he didn't have to go anymore. As the ambulance arrived, and he and a few other unlucky students were lifted up into the truck, Gaara thought he saw a small wet patch on Sasuke's crotch. Sasuke caught his glaze, and turned away, blushing. 'Im taking Gaaraaaa!' Naruto said, bounding into the ambulance beside him. Gaara hoped he would shut up soon. He closed his eyes, and just tried to dream away the humiliation. END.
So this is something I wrote some time ago that really doesn't have much in the way of any kind of back story or front story or anything else besides just being a one-shot wetting story. It features Jelex, one of the original characters I often use in stories and roleplays and the like, and she gets put through a couple of weird situations while attempting to be sneaky and spy-like. One of my favorite scenarios is spy desperation and wetting torment, so I just wrote something up, and... well, let's see how it goes. The story contains some mild body modifications (i.e. her boobs grow in the course of the story, not to any ridiculous proportions), sexual situations, and obviously a fair bit of wetting and pee-holding. At any rate, let's give this a go. Hope you enjoy. ^^ --- "Let's begin. Get the procedure started." The command, delivered by a uniform figure who remained enveloped in shadow mostly due to the low light in the command room, was acknowledged with a series of nods and a reply was delivered by the tech in charge of that station. "Nanomachines active. Ready to control expansion, contraction and muscle twitch. Standing by." This was received with a curt nod, as the master display on the room's main screen showed an outline of a female figure, with certain areas broken down and zoomed in upon for closer inspection. On the master display, the size of the figure's bladder, which was given its own specific readout to the side, expanded over a period of thirty seconds to double its previous size, then slowly contracted to the size of a tennis ball, then resumed its original shape. "Testing successful." The uniformed figure nodded his approval, then turned to a different section, this one with an actual model replica of the bladder which had just been manipulated, without the knowledge of the bladder's actual owner. "Fill by two hundred fifty milliliters. That's two-five-zero milliliters." The fill section acknowledged, and a specially crafted bottle of sterile water was fitted to an opening in the top of the model bladder, which was made of transparent plastic. Precisely two hundred and fifty milliliters was emptied, which settled in the plastic model and then waited. "Good. Singularity section, prepare for transferral." Without comment the command was acknowledged by a nod, and a console set next to the fill section was operated on, the model seeming to hum gently and vibrate for a minute... when the vibration finished, the inside of the model bladder was as dry as a bone, and on the master tactical display, the bladder's capacity increased by exactly that amount. Smirks and chuckles swept quietly through the team as the control section adjusted the size downward, so that suddenly that amount of liquid was a dire, pressing concern, before letting it spring back to its normal size. Other biological data had shown a sudden spike in heart rate and a strong response sent to the section of the brain controlling the need to urinate. The commander smiled, but spoke up over the buzz: "Enough with the fooling around." He hesitated a moment, then issued his command: "Let's send her to the pisser a few times." Quiet chuckles greeted that command. The fill section queued up a liter of water, which was transferred, and the control section neatly fitted the bladder to hold just barely more than that amount... The response was, again, near instantaneous, but without the artificial relief granted before. Though they couldn't see what was actually happening, it wasn't hard to imagine their subject making a beeline for the toilet, pulling down her pants... and sure enough, the amount listed in the bladder drained rapidly until it was reading only trace amounts. "Give her five minutes, then put in one-point-five liters worth of soda." The fill section changed their container; knowing their subject's habits, they had at least five times as much soda as any other liquid on hand, although coffee was strongly represented, along with sports drink. The five minutes passed quickly, the men chatting quietly at their terminals, now that the initial stress was past and the orders given. It was a relief to see things working as they were intended to, which was always the source of most of the pre-mission tension... The commander looked over at the fill section when the time was up, and seeing that they had loaded the liquid in question, nodded for the transfer to begin. "Commander, vibe section." A hand went up from one of the stations still idle. "Request permission to calibrate instruments." The commander thought it over. On the one hand, it was clearly a veiled attempt at asking to be allowed to tease her. On the other hand, it would be prudent to make sure all instruments were working for when they were needed... He nodded permission, and so when the master display showed one and a half liters nicely settling into the bladder, which had been expanded just enough to make room, the subject's responses blipped again as she presumably ran for the toilet. This time, however, the vibe section set in motion a command which resulted in the massage of her kegal muscles, which loosened them just enough for the team to see a squirt, no more than a few milliliters, escape the bladder, and a sudden pause in the frantic movement of the subject. The vibration, which had stopped, started again, this time massaging the ring of muscle responsible for holding closed the bladder, and another small amount escaped. The rapid motion - suggestive of running - started again, and more chuckles filled the room. When the bladder's contents began to drain, however, the control section enforced a semi-contraction upon the muscles, so that instead of voiding herself in one quick go, the subject's urine streamed out consistently over a period of thirty seconds. "All right, that's enough testing." As amusing as it was to send the girl running for the toilet on a whim, the commander knew that to keep it up now would only invite later problems. "We're going to have to keep things under control when the mission starts for real, understood? As it currently stands the implementation is only partial, and we can't complete it if she calls things off and doesn't go." Heads nodded; that was something they understood and were willing to exercise restraint for. Breast section and labia section were offline, terminals dark, and thirst section had only a single monitor operating for monitoring conditions. "So I want fill section to add in one hundred milliliters of water and then we're going to leave it at that for awhile. No tricks, no nudges, no 'subtle' urges to visit the toilet. Are we understood?" There were more nods. "All right. Keep things monitored. I'm going to prepare to synch with Security, so I'll be back." --- Man, I must be really nervous... Jelex thought to herself. Just prior to the mission, she'd had to empty herself not once but twice, losing a little bit into panties that she had later changed out of the second time. But in the hour since then she'd felt fine, emptying one last time and then dressing in the all black, tight ninja suit she'd been issued for this mission... "The compound is a Japanese castle, basic structure and layout are identical to a classic castle, though of course they have modern conveniences in there, and the underground rooms are all state of the art. You'll have to figure out how to get into the basements from ground level; we figure all the sewer-ways and air ducts are either trapped or monitored, so you'll need to find a different way. The good news is," Jelex's pre-mission briefing officer went on, "the old castle design is honeycombed with eaves and other narrow places to crawl that don't often show up on blueprints because it's just how the design is. Jelex nodded, sitting in the back seat of a helicopter that was even now whipping over the ground at low altitude, moving fast to avoid detection; it would slow only briefly to give Jelex time to drop out and make her way towards the compound. "The wall ought not to be a problem; it's there mostly for show." He consulted another sheet of paper and cleared his throat, drinking from a canteen. "With your advanced capabilities from the suit, your agility and strength will be increased, senses heightened, and the suit will automatically adjust to hide you in shadows as best it can, as well as dampening noise. The only issue is that it doesn't take well to getting wet - small amounts of water can be absorbed without a problem, but if it gets too wet, you'll suffer a degradation in suit capability. So remember that. If they know, or suspect it, they may try to corner you with water traps." Jelex nodded, bored and unwilling to listen to an explanation she had heard three times now. "In any case, good luck. We'll be making the drop shortly..." The helicopter flared out suddenly, and settled lower. The ground was just twenty feet below, and quick as a flash Jelex had rolled out the side of the clamshell door and, buffeted by the backwash of the rotor blades, curled up into a ball so she could roll when she hit the ground, spreading the shock of impact around. The helicopter rose into the night and sped away once she had gotten free, and then she was alone, in a clearing about fifty yards distant from the castle that rose majestically into the sky, lit by the quarter moon. No moon would have been preferable, but that would have meant a month's wait, and that was not possible. The nanomachine technology experiments had to be captured or destroyed before then; intelligence indicated they were frightfully close to completion, and no one was quite sure what they could do with it. Jelex moved forward. As promised, she simply proceeded over the ground, moving with the wind and shuffling quietly through the grass, and met the white stone wall which was not only low but provided a convenient handhold in its sloping pagoda roof. Leaping up, Jelex grabbed this and swung herself on top of it, then began to run in the direction of the gatehouse. There were two guards out front, but Jelex ignored them and slid down to the inner compound, crouching in a stand of bushes. No one there. Moving swiftly, she darted from cover to cover, staying clear of the lake and its carp, making her way up the stone terraced gardens to the main castle. This, too, was guarded, but skirting around the edge of it, Jelex found a hole in the castle wall, low to the ground, covered only by bamboo, which was easy enough to remove to make room to wiggle through, and then replace behind her. A low, dark passage stretched out in front of her, but it was as good a place to start as any. --- "She's inside," one of the techs reported. This close to the source of their operation, the nanomachines could be used to track her location, and so they hardly needed security cameras. The commander nodded, glancing at the master display, and then turned to the fill section. "Let's make her a little less comfortable. Half a liter of coffee," he ordered. --- Man, I kinda gotta pee now... it's gonna be a bitch getting this suit off if I have to go, Jelex groused to herself. Rubbing her belly against the wooden floor had been kind of pleasant, in a way, because the wood was just rough enough to provide some friction while not being so rough as to hurt. But it had probably also gotten her body started on some processes she'd have rather kept under control. But no matter. Tightening her inner muscles, Jelex proceeded forward, pleased to see that the passage seemed to be heading downward... it had sloped downward the entire time, like a ramp, and when she came to another barred passage, it was easy enough to remove that one and sneak out, crouching in the bowl-shaped depression in one corner of the floor... A noise, slight but audible, caught Jelex's ear, and she didn't move at first, trying to identify it... it was coming from where she had just been... Rain, she realized a minute later. The passage she had just taken was now covered in water flowing downward, filling the stone bowl she was standing in. It was fortunate she'd gotten out when she had, but it also meant that she couldn't leave that way... no matter. Standing slowly upright, Jelex looked at her surroundings... it seemed like an old-style prison, with a central walkway and four iron-barred cells to either side, which were empty at the current moment. The cells looked easy enough to defeat, and so were probably flavor; they wouldn't hold back a determined prisoner with even crude modern tools for very long. The hallway was empty, lit only by a lamp at the far end. Jelex proceeded that way, seeing the passage go on further. Suddenly, in the middle of the hall, she turned, just in time to see a figure land right beside her and attack with two blunted rods. Tonfa... how odd. But Jelex didn't have much time to reflect on her foe's odd choice of weaponry; arching her back, she dodged the brunt of the blow, feeling the rod skim across the top of her stomach. Is it vibrating?? Jelex , bent low, tried to sweep her attacker's legs out from under her, and connected, forcing her to go to one knee and roll away, allowing them both a chance to stand and get into position. Jelex was unarmed, but that was all right with her. Her foe held only the tonfa that she could see... a red ribbon tied back dark brown hair into a long ponytail, and Jelex grinned. A tactical mistake. The ribbon was more easily seen than the rest of her foe, serving as a giveaway. Her foe charged, feinting with her weapons, forcing Jelex back, although receiving some stinging counterattacks as Jelex punished her by forcing the weapons to hit the wall or the ceiling when she had the chance, nudging a forearm here or pressing down on a wrist there, but the other hand was too swift in retribution for her to leverage that and make a stronger attack. Everything was carried out in silence, save for the slight punctuation of breathing and the noise of feet, hands, and tonfa hitting various objects. Her foe was relentless, and even glancing blows seemed to unnerve Jelex. There was something about those weapons... Backing up, Jelex suddenly sprang off the wall and attacked her foe with a swift kick, which was met with crossed tonfas as a block. Just what she'd wanted; using those as a stepping-stone, she swung her other foot viciously at her foe's head, only narrowly missing her, but swiping the ribbon out of her hair and causing it to fall loose. Then her foe pushed forward, flinging Jelex away from her, and causing the elf to crash into a wall, temporarily dazed. Pressing the advantage, she attacked, and her tonfa came right for Jelex's stomach... Attempting to block, Jelex was too slow, and took both blows in the gut. Except, the attacks slowed at the very last second, not hurting much more than a push might have, but the rods were vibrating... and that agitated Jelex's bladder, something she had forgotten about in the adrenaline of the fight. --- "Getting an outside response," the vibe team reported. "External vibration centered on the abdominal area. Not optimally placed, but accompanied by significant kinetic force." "That must be Kuchi," the commander observed. "All right, keep everything secure, but do nothing. Let's see how this turns out." "Bladder response increasing slightly," a voice reported. --- Jelex's surprise at the odd behavior of the tonfa made her hesitate long enough to have the other female flip her over her shoulder and onto her back. Swiftly, the ninja crossed her tonfas, placing them across Jelex's wrists, and then placing her weight on them to keep Jelex's arms pinned. Jelex's legs curled up, attempting to kick, and in a brief sparring battle Jelex's feet attacked her assailant's face and torso, fighting upside down and trying to force her foe to back off the attack. But then her legs were grabbed and pulled further, her foe exploiting Jelex's flexibility, and Jelex was curved around into a ball, her feet planted on the floor near her hands, and then entwined in her foe's legs... it wouldn't last long, but her foe had something else in mind. A canteen was swiftly produced, the cap unscrewed, and Jelex's nose held while the mouth of it was placed between her lips. Something sweet started flowing into her throat... sports drink? It seemed bizarre, but if she didn't drink, she'd choke, and so the entire thing was chugged down in a few seconds' time, and only then did her foe back off, retrieve her tonfa, and suddenly leap for the ceiling... Jelex almost called out, but restrained herself, rubbing her sore wrists and wondering what that had been about, continuing the way she had been going, but now more alert. They knew she was here, if not exactly where she was... and what had been with that drink? Aside from making her need to pee a little more, but that was not a big problem. Not yet. --- "Successful infusion of additional nanomachines," a tech reported. "Breast section fully on-line. Monitoring capabilities established for labia section. Three hundred extra milliliters added." The commander nodded approval and gave the order which he knew his men would approve of: "I've got an idea. We're going to play a little game of false association. Fill section, put a liter of soda in there. Control section, tighten up. We're going to make this girl wet her pants." --- Some time later, Jelex found herself standing before a modern steel security door and grumbling. It'd be nice to take a pee about now... But that couldn't be helped, and thus far she hadn't seen a toilet. If she saw one, her first stop was going to be there... Her legs crossed and she bent over, gasping softly, as the pee urge steadily seemed to go from bad to worse. Like it was going right through her... why was this happening? But she didn't have the time to ponder it. This steel door was in her way, and she had to pee ridiculously bad. Her bladder was throbbing all of the sudden, and Jelex had to jam her hands in between her legs in order to hold back, tightening her kegal muscles and strengthening her core like she had been taught. It helped a little, and she turned her attention to the door again. There was a scanner to the side of the door. No keypad to guess at or play tricks with. No vents that she could see which might allow bypass; the stone corridor of the castle had ended in this room, which was shiny new metal and ceramic flooring. It was the right place, but how to get in? Voices! Jelex heard voices from beyond the door, and she flattened herself into the corner as best as she could, trying to stay still... but her bladder was getting more insistent, her kegals straining to keep the load of pee inside, knees pressed together. All in all it wasn't a very stealthy setup... and yet, to her great fortune, a pair of guards walked through the door, not even turning back as she scrambled to dive through it before closing. Jelex landed on her stomach, but scrambled to her feet, grimacing as a little drop of pee leaked out from the shock. It was ridiculous... she had to pee so badly! Why had it all the sudden come upon her like - There! The sign for a bathroom... well, to be more precise, the sign for a male bathroom, but Jelex was going to take a pee and to hell with propriety. She couldn't focus on the mission like this... and so she bolted for the restroom, making probably a lot of noise, but the bathroom itself was empty, and Jelex jumped into one of the cubicles, sat down on the toilet - and promptly began to pee through her pants. Shock registered on her face. "No, no!" she hissed softly, but it was too late; pee was streaming out of the black ninja suit, wetting the crotch thoroughly, soaking it, dripping down into the toilet at least, but this section of the suit was thoroughly saturated. "Shit," she muttered to herself, once the pee had stopped about thirty seconds later... and did the top feel tighter? She pulled at it, but it must have just been her imagination, and... "Well, to hell with it. I got inside, now I can just be sneaky," Jelex said to herself, panting with relief even as she had peed through her pants. What irony, to get to the toilet and be sitting upon it and still soil oneself. Jelex rose, stretching a bit, and frowning at how the wet suit clung to her, but before she could consider what to do about that, male voices came into the bathroom, and Jelex froze. Hide! But the stall doors had no locks... and so, just her luck, hers was the first stall door opened, and she came face-to-face with four men in body armor and visors, carrying long black batons... "Get her!" one cried, and before she could push her way free, she was grabbed by the four men, hauled out of the stall, and then pinned up against the wall. One rubbed his baton between her legs, the one who wasn't busy keeping her pinned, and it vibrated just like the ninja's tonfa had... "Looks like someone was a little late pulling down her pants, eh?" he observed, to the amusement of the others. Jelex didn't respond, trying to ignore the stimulation between her legs, the baton rubbing against the wet material of the suit. Her strength, as she had feared, wasn't sufficient to overpower the men holding her arms and legs, and so she had no choice but to try and strengthen her resistance against it... "Nice tits," one of them observed, groping her breasts, which elicited a moan. Were they more sensitive than she could remember? They felt bigger... the one on her other side did the same, and soon Jelex was moaning, rubbing her crotch against the vibrating rod and arching her back, her breasts being roughly groped from either side... "Let's make a deal," the one with the baton said. "You put on a show for us, and we have our fun with you, leave, and don't raise the alarm. How's that sound?" Jelex glared at him, but knew that whatever humiliating show that she'd have to put on for them would be worth it if they didn't raise the alarm and ruin the whole mission... so she nodded, trying to block out the pleasurable sensations of them teasing her body. When the one rubbing his baton between her legs left, she was confused as to what they wanted, but he soon returned. "Drink up," he told her, tipping a canteen to her lips. It tasted sweet, just like the ninja's had. Then there was another, and another, and another, and another, until Jelex lost count and her stomach was full of liquid... which very quickly processed, filling her bladder, and causing her to struggle against their grip, trying to cross her legs. Still in control of her, the soldiers walked her over to the stall in which she had peed herself. They made her stand over the toilet she had used, legs to either side of it, wrists handcuffed to an overhead bar. She could pee if she wanted to... it'd just go right into the toilet again, but that'd cause her suit to get wetter, and it would be best if she could hold out until these yahoos were done doing whatever it is they had in mind. "Now then..." The one who seemed to take the lead grinned. "We're starting the stopwatch now. When you pee, we stop it, and however much time you lasted before peeing is how long we'll wait before notifying the main command that there's an intruder..." Chuckles broke out from the men. They knew the girl's condition would be worse than desperate... a fact confirmed by her constant squirming and twisting in her bonds. "Jerks!" Jelex shouted. "You said you wouldn't report if I played along!" But it was no use; the vibrating rods had already started running on her body. Two between her legs, and two on her breasts, accompanied by the groping hands of the men. Jelex moaned again; she couldn't help it, and her senses had always been heightened when her bladder was full. Closing her eyes, she temporarily drifted off somewhere else, imagining a lover's touch in this same situation, having made Jelex fill her bladder and hold it while she was teased... The quivering of her legs and the tightness of the muscles in her body's core didn't accurately convey how badly she had to go. Her legs had been spread for the vibrating rods, and those muscles tensed up constantly, but were denied the luxury of wrapping around each other with a hand to assist. But being denied that was also pleasurable, in a way... Jelex wriggled under their touch, the vibration teasing her labia and breasts, and one abandoned his rod completely so he could grope both breasts in his hands. Jelex moaned as he whispered in her ear. "They say that if you let your boyfriend massage your tits a lot, they'll get bigger." Jelex moaned softly, her breasts quite sensitive by this point and that just heightened by the fact that her bladder was desperately full of pee... He pinched her nipples and pulled on them, teasing her while his three companions ran their vibrating rods along her stomach and between her legs, trying to vibe the pee out of her, and yet... it was so arousing. Jelex knew that she was in a dangerous spot; without meaning to, these men had put her in a situation where it was difficult for her to think, the pee humming and jostling in her bladder due to the effects of the vibrating rods, a small drop leaking out to stain her suit again. Jelex couldn't see that her muscles were actually being reinforced, and so her holding efforts kept back most of the pee as her bladder expanded with the introduction of yet more liquid... she was so desperate that she couldn't think properly. "Maybe if we massage your bladder a lot, it'll get bigger too." Jelex didn't want to let her pee go. In fact, right now she wanted it to stay as it was forever, full-bladdered with that lovely desperate pressure on her kegal muscles... firm and tense right now, the fullness of her bladder rubbing against her suit, she moaned in delight and rubbed herself against the teasing rods, which stimulated her labia and clitoris pleasantly, rubbing against the still-damp suit crotch... They didn't even need to move the rods anymore, just hold them still so Jelex could grind against one, moaning louder and louder... "D-damn it..." she whispered. "If I orgasm, I'll pee myself. But it feels too good..." The hands on her breasts, the rods on her crotch... She was going to cum and she knew it, the only question being when it would happen. The rods pressed harder against her, rubbing their blunt rounded tips against her clit. "Yessssssss..." she hissed to herself, mind fogged with the pleasure and the desire, breasts and nipples standing at firm attention for the hands of the other... "Shit, I... I.... I'm gonna cum!" Jelex screamed, tossing her head back with a howl of pleasure, rubbing herself even harder against the rods at the same time as she started to pee, urine streaming from between her legs, soaking the suit again, and then splashing in the toilet while the men watched and gave up a little cheer. But her kegals were so tight and still pushing that her pee started, and kept going, and going... "Hey, I think her tits are getting bigger," the one with Jelex's breasts in his hands said. "Her tits get bigger when she pees herself." Jelex whimpered, lost in the relief of letting herself go, trying to say it wasn't true, but the sneaking suspicion that it was made her protest ring hollow. And indeed, in a command bunker not too far away, a technician had set a slow increase in growth, timed to coincide exactly with her peeing. The men, of course, were excited by this prospect, and though they were eager to do it again after that discovery, found that they had no available fluids to put into her system. "We need something to make her pee super fast," one observed. "Here, I have an idea. You, go to the break room and take her with you, start brewing up some coffee. You, go and grab some diuretics from the medical section. Find whatever drinks you can... I'm going to snag some superabsorbency spray and we'll all meet in the break room soon." Jelex, once she had peed herself out and the men had all dispersed on their tasks save for the one rubbing her breasts, shook her head to clear away some of the clouds. "Ugh. You sick bastards, what the hell does it take to get you to let me go? I played along with your rules and now you're changing the game," she said, trying to kick at the man as he marched her, hands now cuffed behind her back. For his part, the soldier was wondering exactly what was with this girl; just a few minutes ago she'd been grinding herself against vibes while getting groped, then climaxed and peed herself without shame... and now, she was calling him whatever foul thing came to mind, struggling, and resisting against him as he marched her down one corridor and took a left turn, going through a sliding door that opened into a small but comfortable room, carpeted with a few comfortable chairs and couches around a low circular table in the middle, a coffee machine on a stand at one end of the room and a TV in the opposite corner. He set her down in a chair and reconfigured the door to require a passcode before opening, and started up the coffee machine, which Jelex eyed with distaste. "Come on. You're going to make me drink more? I already pissed myself twice... what the hell else do you want, huh? And now my tits are growing when I pee, no thanks to you," she added. She was on the cusp of D-cup breasts, having large C's right now, and there was no doubt in her mind that these goons intended not to stop until she was sporting F-cup jugs... which, she admitted to herself, would be amazingly sexy to have, but she didn't want them being the ones to give her nice bouncy breasts. "What's gotten into you?" The man frowned, his face twisted into a look of confusion. He didn't look like a dog's ass, at the least, Jelex conceded. He was actually decent-looking and would have been better if he wasn't in that damned gray-and-black uniform trying to make her pee herself... For his part, he recalled that she had been defiant and foulmouthed when first caught, before they had made her drink the canteens. Maybe there was some correlation to that... when she had to pee, she was too busy holding to be bitchy and the sexy side of her came out. He had no other answer, so he prepared some coffee for her and held it to her lips, pinching her nose to make her drink it, and even then she struggled against him until he virtually had to be straddling her lap, forcing her head back, nose pinched firmly while he waited for her to concede that even she needed to breathe and open her mouth so that he could get the coffee in. It'd be easier when his friends came back... unfortunately, however, the two sent to the medical section had apparently forgotten what they were supposed to be doing, and were in the midst of entertaining a pretty nurse whom they'd persuaded to take the diuretics, and now she was grinding her hips in the lap of one while the other fingered between her legs... "Where are those other two clowns?" the titular leader of the squad, now reduced to two, asked when he came through the door, entering the usual passcode that the group used when they locked the door. In his hand he had a spray bottle of some kind and also had a bag slung over his shoulder, within which was a large quantity of soda and water bottles. The man already in the room with Jelex shrugged, and so he sighed in disgust, setting the bag down and shaking the spray can before getting to work, spraying down her legs and crotch and entire body with the spray. Jelex glared at him balefully as he put it away. "Now when she pees she won't make a mess..." They grinned, and together they worked Jelex into position to get some extra soda into her. What neither she nor they realized was that the command bunker was now on constant-fill mode, so that the fill team was making sure to keep her nice and full while the control section made her bladder large enough to accommodate a huge pee, so that when she let go this time, her breasts would get nice and full... Jelex just realized that, after two sodas, she had to pee like a racehorse. Probably getting weaker from having peed so much already... shit. Worse, that hazy fuzziness was starting to cloud her mind, the fog that hung over her and inhibited her better judgment... "She got better," noted the guy who had been groping her breasts before. "I think that she gets more cooperative when she's gotta pee..." The first man nodded, setting aside the soda for now. Between the two of them, it was safe enough to take off her handcuffs, which they did, and then leered at her. Sitting on the breast-groper's lap, Jelex found that her bigger tits were being massaged again, causing yet another moan and the start of her excitement as the rod teased between her legs. "Give us a pee," the one behind her whispered. "You know you love to pee." "Noooooo," Jelex breathed softly, feeling the vibration of the rod against her clit. "Nnnngh. God, it feels so good... I don't wanna pee. Then I have to fill up again to feel this good," she moaned. "Noooo. Don't make me cum again, oh god... I'll pee if you make me climax another time. Shit. It feels so damn good... oh damn," she moaned, grinding herself against the rod and lacing her fingers behind the neck of the man groping her tits, arching her back so that his fingers could grab her nipples more easily and pull... The rod pressed harder, more firmly into the wet crotch of her ninja suit, and Jelex grinded her clit against it once again, feeling the amazing pressure on her urethra as he did that... "Keep doing it. Vibe me while I pee myself..." Jelex gasped, totally lost once again to the whims of her confused mind. "Unnnh. Vibe the urethra. Naughty boys... making me pee my pants," she said coyly. "Ohh yes... fill me up. Tank my bladder up and empty it out... keep going, yeah, yeah..." Jelex cried out loudly, fully having lost herself in the insane desperation which was being promoted by the command room fill section... Readouts showed three full liters of pee in her system, bladder expanded to its maximum artificial size. Any further stretching would have to be done by Jelex herself... and to the amazement of the command staff, despite being vibed and topped to the brim with pee, her kegals held, quivering with the insane effort of holding back so much urine... They let the scene go, breath held as the drama unfolded before them. Her kegals were almost superhuman - if they hadn't had the vibes in there to weaken them, she would have held for a much longer time. But that was her weakness... holding too long put her in this aroused, submissive state, so that she willingly gave control of herself to another so she could be forced to endure the holding for longer... How long could she last with that kind of pleasure input? Her breasts and clitoris both registered high levels of pleasure, amplified by the huge weight of the pee in her bladder as the waves resonated through her body, jiggling and teasing it. And yet she was still holding on. Not a drop had leaked from her urethra - they had that under close observation now. The kegals clenched amazingly hard, keeping the bladder sealed shut... the nerves to her brain were screaming, assaulting her consciousness with the need-to-pee urge almost constantly and very strongly. But an even stronger urge was that of pleasure, overriding the strength of her bladder's distress, making her body respond to sexual contact instead of curling up with desperation. Yet at this level it was very much a physiological thing. Her bladder was reaching its capacity for holding, the muscles were strong but not infinitely so. Put another way, her body could only stand the physical strain of keeping back her pee for a finite amount of time. Her legs were spread to make way for the vibrator, her hands were locked behind the neck of another. Only her internal muscles helped, no external pressure was being applied to help the bladder retain its contents. The breast size controller licked dry lips, quivering fingers poised over his dial, to start turning it as soon as signs of a leak showed... The control section leader fantasized briefly about closing the bladder forever and having the girl exist with that three-liter globe of pee permanently locked in her body... But even with the nanomachines, if he pushed too hard, the muscle would start to break down, and if he persisted in holding them shut for too long, the muscle tissue would rapidly deteriorate and the girl would end up unable to hold at all. She'd need a diaper... which brought a smirk to his face, but that was nowhere near as fun as watching this. Jelex pressed hard against the blunt tip of the vibrator. Rubbing it against herself, she jammed it against her urethral opening and used its pressure there to help hold her pee... Never once did she think of using her hands or legs. That was cheating; these two had said so. Internal muscles only. Jelex's hips grinded firmly against the lap of the soldier she was seated upon, making him gasp softly and grope her breasts all the harder, yet with her body in the state that it was in, such rough treatment just made her crave more. Neither of them complained; her accomplishment of holding was already amazing enough as it was, and they were sure she would pee buckets once her body finally let go... "It's coming, I'm cumming," Jelex moaned, rubbing herself harder and harder against the tip of the vibrator, friction and vibration resonating up the urethra to her bladder where it finally exploded in a display of pent-up sexual frustration, a yowl of intense pleasure that seemed to reverberate off of the walls of the small break room as Jelex's kegals opened up not so much in exhaustion as from the blinding pleasure of her orgasm, peeing out the entire amount contained in her bladder... Because of the superabsorbency spray that had been used on her prior to the episode, she didn't leak. Rather, her crotch got saturated... then it started going down her legs, soaking her inner thighs down to her boots... and from there it started to spread back up, the wetness curling around her legs as it built its way back up, wetting her calves and knees, and then her thighs both front and back, until she finally stopped with the line of wetting having reached small of her back, and everything from the waist down soaked. All the while, her breasts had grown and grown, pushing against the tight fabric of her outfit now, getting larger and firmer, growing through D-cup to settle about halfway through E... and Jelex moaned with lust, the explosive orgasm echoing throughout her body still, before finally collapsing atop the two men who had been teasing her. Panting, Jelex giggled a bit... the haze on her mind had cleared slightly but was not gone, thanks to the fill section's superb timing... her bladder was slightly full even now, seven hundred and fifty milliliters of water tucked safely away inside, so that the submissive, sexual tendencies did not evaporate. Instead, she pouted. "I'm not very full anymore," she said with a teasing giggle, casting eyes at the soda he had brought. But the man grinned and withheld the drink, shaking his head. Jelex just pouted more. "We're going to take you somewhere that you can drink a truly astounding amount," he said. "But, but... let me go there super-desperate. Please? Oh, please. You two can tease me the whole way there. I promise," Jelex said. Like a child getting her way and being allowed an extra candy, she giggled happily and took the soda bottle into her hands, and her head was tilted back sharply so she could insert the mouth and begin draining the bottle...
This story is a little bit more detailed than Jelex's story, featuring a character named Syia that I use quite often. She's changed a fair bit since I started using her, but the basic gist of her story is that she's a heroine whose weak point is peeing herself... so I'm guessing you can see where that'll end up going. This story is somewhat more graphic and detailed than the other, as I have a scene in which Syia's pretty thoroughly probed while holding a lot of pee, and a lot of description of her peeing and holding. No actual sex, but nudity and sexual situations and all that good jazz, etc etc. Here's hoping the story is entertaining. --- Bold and confident, as was her usual demeanor, Syia strode into the small coffee shop that she usually came to during her lunch break; it was just across the street from the hospital where she worked, and Syia liked coffee, so as far as she was concerned the location of the small shop was a perk for her to enjoy. Syia enjoyed many such perks in her life; one was a good job as the head nurse of the aforementioned hospital, which was work that was satisfying and demanding, not leaving her time to get bored, even if she did occasionally get a little tired from it. Another 'perk' was her physical appearance; long blue hair fell loosely and hung straight down to the small of her back, complementing a very generous set of breasts and a nice curve below her hips, which she was not at all ashamed of. After all, if she had been fortunate enough to be blessed with such looks, why should she be embarrassed or ashamed about them? Such beauty, she often judged to herself with a hidden smile, was not meant to be wrapped up and hidden behind drab clothing... Yet another perk that Syia had was the strange but powerful psychic ability she'd had since she was a teenager. Prior to an episode in high school that had resulted in her nearly going berserk and tearing apart a classroom, she had participated with no small amount of glee in the acerbic undercurrent of backbiting, rumormongering, and managing the orbits of those 'loyal' to her, seeking to expand her personal influence by increasing the number of people whom she could make do what she said. It was only after a particularly scathing exchange with another girl in which she had completely lost her temper and unlocked the latent powers within her mind that she realized what she was capable of, and had plenty of time to contemplate it from a hospital recovery bed. The psychic backlash of her power being unleashed in such a way had temporarily numbed her body, and while she had recovered, for a long period of time she was left alone with herself and with her new power, which she could clearly see frightened many. It had given her a lot to think about, and after her release from the hospital, she had changed quite a bit. That was then, and this was now. Syia strode into the coffee shop and was about to sit down when she saw a pair of brilliant blue eyes belonging to a boy with soft, almost feminine features looking right at her, and sitting alone at a nearby booth. Impulsively, Syia sat across from him and smiled. He smiled back at her. "What would you like?" he asked pleasantly. "Extra-large coffee?" Syia laughed, and nodded at him, content to smile mysteriously and look into his eyes for now. When he slid out of the booth and walked to the counter to place the order, Syia watched him for some time, and then her eyes slid back to the empty side of the booth where he was sitting, and let her mind wander off into fantasyland for a few brief, blissful seconds. Soon enough the boy had returned with a tall coffee, setting it down in front of her. "So, do you work around here?" he asked, cradling his own much smaller cup of iced coffee. His eyes were piercing, his smile mesmerizing. Syia hid a smile with the rim of her cup. "I work as the head nurse at the hospital just across the street," Syia answered, draining the last of her coffee. That elicited a surprised blink of confusion as she set down the empty cup before her, but the boy didn't seem to mind, quickly flagging down a circulating server and ordering another pair of coffees. Syia smiled at his generosity and continued. "I usually come here during my lunch break because it's quite close, and I love the coffee they have here." There was a brief pause as two tall cups of coffee were set in front of Syia, and she mixed cream and sugar into one of them before tilting it to her lips. "So what is it that you do?" Syia asked, blinking in the midst of drinking her coffee - that one was gone, too. But she didn't seem to notice anything untoward. At best, there was an innocent confusion in her eyes, one that passed soon enough as she took up the second coffee, not particularly paying attention to the server who arrived with another pair of cups. The boy had still just his one small cup of iced coffee, and was directing those brilliant blue eyes right at her. It made Syia smile as she set down her next finished cup of coffee and went for another. "Really?" the boy asked, his tone one of wonderment. "I heard that nurses are fantastically busy, sometimes even so busy that you have no time to use the restroom. Doesn't drinking coffee make you have to go pee a lot?" Syia giggled at the question, draining her next coffee. The boy smirked to himself. She was still oblivious; while she didn't suspect anything aside from a kind, cute boy sitting across from her, she wouldn't notice her distorted view of time. In reality, while her replies seemed to her to be coming immediately in response to his, when drinking coffee her eyes would glaze over slightly while the entire twenty-four ounces of liquid slid down her throat, and then she would blink, and things would seem to return to normal for her. The boy signaled the server for another pair of tall coffee cups. "Oh, well, I guess you might think that," Syia said as some of the empty cups were cleared away and fresh ones were brought in, "but I have a very strong bladder, and so even after drinking coffee I can hold it for long enough until there's a break in the schedule." That much was true, and it was something the boy had already known. After obtaining her psychic abilities - which, he knew, could level this entire cafe and flatten him into atoms with a thought, making this a dangerous but thrilling dance with her awareness - she had gone to meet with a brilliant young scientist researching nanotechnology. What she had done there had gone unnoticed for some time, until a colleague named Cryotoxin had picked up on the connection, and eventually beaten out of the defiant but powerless scientist what he had done. When it was found that he had introduced muscle-strengthening nanometallic coatings to her bladder, the question on everyone's mind had been, why? The answer, of course, had been revealed after a little deduction... and so now, here he sat trying to get her to drink as much coffee as possible before she wised up. The little mind-meld trick he was using on her wasn't permanent. It could only pull the wool over someone's eyes for so long until they started realizing that they were lapsing in time, so to speak. In this case, when Syia realized that she had to go to the bathroom, it would end... but he wasn't just going to let it happen like that. What there was, then, was a fine balancing line, how long he could suppress the urge from a bladder that was already complaining as coffee filled it rapidly; the first cup, which he had prepared, featured a strong dose of diuretics, and had she been in a normal state her legs would be pressed together and wiggling... but he was playing a game of chicken, seeing how many he could get into her before the need hit the point where it would require too much power to suppress. Presently she wasn't even making small talk, just drinking her coffee as her eyes wandered. It amused him, since her natural proclivity was to drink herself desperate, and so he was able to conserve his abilities, channeling his mental energy into dulling the sensation of a full bladder... He could sense it, now. It was time to move. "Syia?" he asked softly, seeing her turn to him, confusion stamped on her pretty face. The question was all but on her lips, but he wasn't about to let her as how he knew her name. Instead, he focused himself fully on her, letting his blue eyes meet her brown and dominate them, until her eyelids had closed and she was slumped over the table, snoring. He had to move fast; when she awoke, she'd be immune to his power for a while. However, if things had gone according to plan, he wouldn't need to use it for some time... --- Syia moaned with desperation, trying to shift her body a little bit to take some of the stress off of her bladder, but she was restrained with the express idea that this would not be possible. It was similar to a gynecologist's chair, keeping her legs spread wide and up out of the way so he could work between her legs... Right now, she was alone, but a set of plastic clips were attached to her labia, pulling them apart to reveal what was inside, and taped to her inner thighs so they wouldn't come loose. Just having her legs and labia spread was hard enough - her arms were out to her sides, and she was of course entirely naked, laying back on the table in what appeared to be a sarcastic imitation of a hospital room. She was alone for now, but every time she tried to focus on herself and gather the required concentration to focus her devastating psionic power, her thoughts returned to the throbbing bladder nestled just below her navel... He returned then, a grin on his face. "Well, well, Syia. Seems like you've had a little too much to drink..." Syia couldn't respond because she had a tube forced in her mouth that was secured in place with a strap that buckled around the side of her head, and the tube was attached to a tank filled with more coffee. "Sugar and cream, right? Just the way you like it..." Syia forced herself to look into the brilliant blue eyes of her nemesis, trying to ignore the soft sandy hair and pretty features that went along with it, what were once friendly and smiling eyes now narrowed in amusement at her helpless state. But there was no way to avoid drinking the coffee, mouthfuls at a time, just the perfect warm temperature to not burn her mouth. Strange that she could still find the coffee delicious as he pumped excessive amounts into her... "There, I think that should be enough to begin," he said, taking out what seemed to be something like an enema bag, and sure enough he oiled the tip and inserted it slightly into her, earning a wince, but then a gasp; he had fitted it with an inflatable plug, sealing her off, but what Syia noticed more than that was the icy cold water which started to fill her insides... settling in right behind her bladder. The spasm that caused almost made her arc pee clear across the room, but she tightened her muscles and held on. Her nemesis looked on in perverse fascination as the small hole of the urethra flexed with her effort to hold. "Strong as ever, Syia... holding those aching gallons of pee until the end, right? You do know that if you'd just give in to me, I'd let you hold tons of pee all the time and tease you, just the way you like it..." He chuckled as he was cut off by a series of indignant-sounding grunts and narrowed eyes atop flushed cheeks. Feeling the curve of her hard bladder with his finger, he traced gently over it for a minute, as if searching, and then gave one spot a sharp tap. Syia, already reeling from the sensation of the freezing cold water behind her bladder, felt her eyes go wide as something within her started to buzz, settling neatly against her inner bladder wall and buzzing insistently. "Oh, what's the matter, something a little uncomfortable in there?" he teased. "Couldn't be one of those tiny probes slipped into your coffee, you know, the kind that attach to your bladder's inside and buzz away? You can only flush them out by peeing, you know..." Stepping back for a moment, he observed his victim. Syia's eyes were wide open, and then shut tight, alternating states as the rest of her body tried to make up for the near-total lack of mobility she had below the waist. Her thighs were strapped tightly into the stirrups, as were her ankles, and of course her labia were held open, so that the subtle flexing of her urethra could be seen... Inside of her, Syia's bladder bulged with the volume of the urine it held inside, impossibly strong muscles sealing the opening at the bottom which her pee so desperately wanted to drain out of, a ring of muscle that quivered as a devious little device massaged it. The strain of holding it closed, and holding it closed hard, would show in not too long a time; even now, the muscles trembled slightly from fatigue, combined with the distracting sensations of vibration, and then the freezing cold which shocked her muscles, trying to get them to relax through sheer muscle reflex, and if that didn't succeed, just to draw a very uncomfortable contrast between the warm urine in her bladder and the cold water just below it... a coldness which was accentuated by a fresh burst of icy water settling into her gut as the first dose was absorbed into her tissues, creating yet more urine, and warmed to her internal body temperature. Presently the tall, handsome boy was at Syia's breasts, grinning as he extended his fingers for a lecherous grope. Syia glared - and then nearly screamed again, finding that his fingertips were icy cold and kneading the sensitive flesh of her breasts. The cold shocks were making her bladder twinge, and the constant massage of her inner muscles didn't help. Still, Syia's muscles held tight, refusing to budge... If she could just accommodate herself, get used to the feeling of intense desperation for just a minute, she could bring her formidable ability to bear, shredding the restraints and smashing the devices around her with sheer psychokinetic force, while invading the mind of the sneaky bastard that had tricked her in this way and forcing him to heel... and she might as well wish for a couple million dollars while she was at it, for all the likelihood she was to have of getting it at the moment. His fingers were careful, even gentle, massaging her breasts in what would have been a lover's touch had the situation not been so ridiculously skewed against it. "Hm, I guess you're not going to be cold-shocked into peeing yourself," he said with a grin, withdrawing his hands and rubbing them against her belly to warm them, making Syia moan around the tube in her mouth again. Instead, he returned with a warm pack from the nearby table where he had set up various devious implements, though this particular pack was trailing a pair of wires that plugged into a small machine near the foot of the chair Syia was strapped into... Using medical tape to secure the pack into place directly atop her bladder, he knelt down to fiddle with the machine as Syia squirmed. The intense pressure of the pee was madly distracting to her... it felt like a whole watermelon was inside her gut. A warm, swishing watermelon... Then she gasped as the hot pack started to vibrate atop her, making Syia thrash against her bonds for a brief moment before she realized how much movement agitated her bladder... "What's this?" the boy asked, producing a thin, latex-covered tool that was slightly hooked on the end, and kneeling in between her legs, he probed into the urethra, making Syia's eyes pop with desperate agony. The probe tickled the sensitive inner covering... and it reached halfway up before withdrawing, and he held it up... "Ah, the first drop, the harbinger of the leak," he said softly, noticing the golden droplet of pee that hung on the hooked end of the tool. Carefully, he wiped it down, grinning at Syia's agonizing expression. Her eyes seemed nearly rolled back up into her head, body quivering madly under the assault of so many tortures to her bladder... A fresh jet of water tormented her insides, freezing cold... Reflexively her muscles clamped tighter, but the fatigue was starting to tell, even on her enhanced muscles. The ring that held back all of the pee just desperately bursting to get free had weakened slightly, letting a torturous drop tickle out of her urethra, stuck halfway down until he'd extracted it. The hot pack put a warm, vibrating pressure on her hard dome from above, while within her, the probe floated around the muscular wall, vibrating and teasing it, seducing it with slight vibrations, trying to persuade it to release... Syia's toes curled and uncurled rapidly, ankles wiggling, while her fingers were pressed into her palm tightly, leaving nail marks. The only muscle that could help was the one inside of her; Syia's thighs could not be crossed, the heel of her hand could not be jammed into her crotch, to provide even that fleeting relief. No, her legs were spread wide open, urethra totally exposed... A dangerous thought crossed her mind, the thought of how amazingly good it would feel to pee. No; if she peed, she'd weaken so much that her defenses would be null and she'd probably be swamped under the mental influence of her nemesis. But, it would feel so good to pee... Carefully, he had cleaned off the tool he'd used in sterile water, and then wiped it down. "Let's see just how much punishment those vaunted muscles of yours can take, Syia dear," he said with a smile on his face - damn him for being so cute, and for looking like he cared! - and knelt between her legs, inserting the thin tool into her urethra again. This time, prepared for what was happening, Syia tightened her muscles as hard as she dared around it, feeling the satisfaction of having it catch inside her and then get stuck. To be sure, it burned a little, but it was surely better than letting him... A panicked moan came from her throat. Instead of getting frustrated and trying to jam it into her, he instead had started to rock it back and forth, slowly going in and out, as if fucking her urethra with that tool... It was madness, it was insane. Every stroke of that slightly hooked end against her inner walls sent a spiking torrent of sensation shooting up through her body, making her scalp prickle... and slowly, her urethra was teased into submission, allowing the tool further into her body. It was guided with a steady hand, and once again Syia cursed him for not being more easily hateable, for looking so good and acting so gentle even as he tortured her... Her mind was wandering, trying to escape the prison of a desperate body trying to hold back a torrent of urine, nowhere near the focus required to bring her power to bear... "The source," he whispered, when the probe had gone far enough into her urethra to bump into the ring of muscle holding it closed. He left it there for a moment, leaning down next to Syia's ear, and whispering: "Now we get to see how strong you are, Syia. Can you hold on for me? Nothing would be more amazing than seeing your muscles resist this teasing... the slow, deliberate teasing of their very core, stroked and played with while valiantly trying to do their job..." Syia tried to turn her head away, but he grinned, stroking her cheek and feeling the heat of her blush. Or maybe she was angry. Either way, she was beautiful. He chuckled. Syia couldn't believe him, teasing and taunting her like that... what did he want her to do, like holding this boulder of pee inside of her while he tried every trick, inside and out, to make her bladder leak? His hand slowly moved for the end of the tool, still sticking out of her, and Syia shook her head madly, but to no avail. Deep inside of her, she could feel it start to move... and her eyes bulged in surprised horror. The slightly hooked end began to vibrate, rubbing all along the ring of muscle inside of her that held her bladder closed, irritating and stroking the walls of her urethra. The buzzing made her muscles feel tingly and it was hard to tell if they were tightly clamped or not as they started to hum under the precise massage of his tool. The only way to know for sure was to tighten them so hard that there was no chance of leakage... but because she couldn't feel precisely their state, when they weakened, it snuck up on her and forced her to gasp, tightening up suddenly again. It was a hopeless cause; her body was tiring with the constant relaxing and tensing inside of her, but she couldn't... Her urethra flexed slightly, and a small jet of pee squirted past the instrument. Syia squealed her dismay, but it was too late; he expertly got the tool into the opening that the pee had escaped from, so deep inside of her... and it was only then that she realized he was watching a small television nearby, one showing a strange landscape of pink skin and muscle... It was inside of her, she realized. That's how he knew where to move the tip... Syia watched in horror as the buzzing head of the instrument prodded into a muscular knot just to one side of her bladder, and that the muscle seemed to melt away under the teasing influence... In a kind of morbid curiosity, Syia watched her bladder give way at the same time as she felt it within herself. The picture suddenly became washed out and the boy let go of the tool just in time for it to be pushed out and clatter to the floor, followed a heartbeat later by an arc of pee that shot out of Syia's urethra... Syia tried frantically to close her muscles, but they wouldn't respond, unable to tense up again after finally relaxing and allowing the pee its freedom to escape. He said nothing, just reveling in the look on her face when her eyes rolled up into her head again, a thought crossing her mind as the pee continued to stream out of her, a nice long jet that didn't die down for a minute, and only started to taper after that, taking another minute to finally reach its conclusion. Syia hardly felt any of that, though. All she could do was gaze vacantly at the ceiling; the strength seemed sucked out of her body, and a sudden heavy sleepiness overcame her. She muttered against the tube in her mouth. "Hm, what was that, dear?" he asked, pulling the tube free, but Syia had slipped away into slumber, unable to answer him, and repeat what she had said before: At least it DID feel as good as I thought it would... --- Syia awoke. She was laying on a bed, not bound or gagged or tied or anything of the sort. Sitting up suddenly, she replaced her glasses on her face, which had been fortuitously laying on the nightstand right next to where she was. The bed was plain but comfortable, the room carpeted and with a light or two plus a desk in the corner but otherwise bare; it had an oddly clean, sterile feel that made it seem like a hotel room. The curtains were drawn, making it dim, but Syia could see from the light peeking under that it appeared to be sunset, slipping away into the evening. Syia herself wore a sporty tank top and tight shorts with socks, wondering why she had been dressed at all, but she didn't question it. More importantly than all of that, she was free from outside distraction; no pee in her bladder, no one tickling her, no drugs making her head fuzzy, nothing. She curled her lips into a grin; whoever had brought her here had made a major mistake. The door swung outward suddenly, slamming into the wall behind it with great force and most definitely scratching the paint, as Syia strode through it, coming out into what appeared to be a normal, run-of-the-mill apartment of the middle-class variety, though probably it was somewhat more upscale than an average apartment.. It was nice enough, with a kitchenette and dining area, a living room with a couch and a TV, two bedrooms and a bathroom, and a small washer/dryer combo tucked away in a walk-in closet. It was all clean, despite the fact that the male clothing on the hangers indicated it was a male apartment. But Syia was taking no chances; finding the front door, she unlocked it, found sneakers in her size set just inside the door, stepped into them and exited the apartment, grinning to herself. No suspicious minds were in the immediate area, and Syia simply took the elevator to the first floor, unaware of the invisible field she passed through on the way out, and simply hailed a taxi to take her back to her apartment. She'd have to get in touch with the hospital and explain things, but that ought not to be too much of a problem, she said to herself, settling in the back seat with a small grin. Syia's next few days were ordinary work-days, and she counted down the days until the weekend like most everyone else. She followed her normal habits, getting up early each morning to shower and eat breakfast, then stopped at a drive-through for a coffee on the way to work, worked until lunch and then got another coffee plus a sandwich at the coffee shop, returning to work and finishing out the remainder of her day before heading home, at which time she either decided to bum out on the couch with some TV if her day had been tiring, or get dressed up to go out if it had not. Of course, in the process of going out, she invariably had some alcoholic drinks, though not many, preferring to stick to soda and water if she could help it. She danced, she flirted, and the strange kidnapping and torture of earlier in the week passed away into vague memory. It wasn't important; she hadn't been bothered again. Or so she thought. What Syia didn't realize, because of the specialized drug she'd been slipped while she was unconscious, was that her ability to detect other minds and their respective forces had been compromised. Instead of reading a total blank, which might have alerted her that something was wrong, she simply detected nothing unusual and was gently prodded not to inquire more by subtle pokes at her mind. This was, however, just a setup for the real plot, which was taking place below; Syia's bladder was currently in the grip of a powerful reality-warping field, which caused everything that entered into it to supercompress, and it also inhibited the bladder's ability to warn the brain that something was happening; the nerve signals, by the time they cleared the field, were so diluted as to not even register with the conscious mind, and while Syia had constant and very clear dreams of desperately needing a massive pee each night, she noticed nothing else untoward. The net result was that, as Syia's mind was gently directed away from noticing, she hadn't peed once since returning from the odd trap she'd fallen into. Everything she drank was converted into urine as usual, but the urine was supercompressed, and so while it became very dense, the field counteracted that, and let an immense quantity build up, nearly one hundred times what would normally fit in such a space. In essence, this was a time bomb that Syia didn't know she was carrying; were the field to be released, Syia would suddenly suffer an immense and debilitating need to pee. It wouldn't suddenly expand back to normal - that would kill her - but the heavy pee would be akin to carrying around a bladder full of thick heavy cream, that would only slowly uncompress as it left the distortion field and her body. In other words, when Syia finally did go for a pee, she'd be there for ten minutes or more... disabled for quite a while after that, due to the exhausting effect of so much pee leaving her body. Ruby-red lips curved into a wicked smile at that thought. It was a Friday night, and Syia was out at a club, smiling and talking to someone she had met that night, sipping a glass of soda and keeping a measured pace. It had taken enough time to get to this point; Syia's bladder was starting to approach the point where, even with the compression field active, it would be getting full. The twinges would start soon... and that posed the question, a question that made a red tongue lick over those lips. The question was, how long would she hold it before going pee? She looked quite attractive tonight, a sleeveless blouse over a tan pleated skirt with knee-high boots, the top pulled tight to better show off her... huge tits, the woman thought with a smile, those huge tits that just begged for someone to come and grope them. Or at least, she wanted to, but she acknowledged there were other things more exciting than just a handful of breast, no matter how appealing they were. The first slight bend of her knee, the slight crossing of her legs, the quick compression of her thighs... these were the things that were even more exciting than a slipped nipple or a glimpse of panties. Syia suddenly excused herself with a few polite words to the person she was speaking with, and had him hold her drink while she made her way to the bathroom. Feeling a sudden stab of irrational anger for not humoring her fetishes, the woman who had been watching her followed at a discreet distance and went after Syia into the bathroom. If she wasn't going to cooperate and do a pee dance for a while, the very least she could do was indulge her and allow her to watch the mighty Psyren pee herself silly while a data theft operation was set to occur in about... three minutes from now. Bloodrose didn't actually know Syia's name, just knowing her heroine's cognomen, and now knew a bit more about her from maintaining the reality-distortion field for a whole week. Her lips curved again in a smile, the wisps of honey-blonde hair sticking in the corner of her mouth before she brushed her hair behind her ears. It was amazing how that boy could be so clever in getting the heroine to pee herself, and then how he could be so stupid as to just allow her to walk freely out of his apartment. Still, Bloodrose had been there, and had been able to take advantage of the situation, the drug that clouded her ability to detect minds - Suddenly, she found herself pinned up against the wall by inexorable, irresistible and invisible force. Gasping for air, she saw Syia approaching her, a wide grin on her face. "Do you seriously think I wouldn't notice being drugged?" she asked with a smirk. It was the figure that Bloodrose recognized - Psyren, psychic heroine, frightfully strong and with only a handful of weak points that were, if properly exploited, absolutely crippling to the busty woman. "Really? You're slowing down, Bloodrose. I don't know what you think you were getting away with in this case..." The blonde-haired, red-lipped woman dressed in a blood-red outfit, from blouse to pants to shoes, looked down at the tips of Syia's blue boots. She knew better than to meet the heroine's eyes, and she struggled to release the field and disable her, but panic inhibited her ability. Bloodrose knew very well what Psyren could do if left unchecked. "Look at me," the heroine commanded, and there was a note of finality in her voice, a firm tone that would brook no interference. Without even meaning to, Bloodrose looked up. Syia met Bloodrose's eyes and grinned, focusing her considerable will on the squirming woman, ignoring for the moment the urge to urinate that was tickling at her loins. "Now then, you're going to tell me exactly what..." The confident, bold command broke off in midsentence as Syia's power began to overtake Bloodrose's mind. Without her to maintain what she had been doing to Syia, the reality-warping field began to unravel, causing Syia to feel its effects starting from that moment... and it was a sensation that was at once amazing and terrifying. First the confused shock on her face as the urge to pee started to grow far too swiftly and intensely to be natural. Then, the attempt to grit her teeth and ward it off so she could finish what she was doing, followed soon by the realization that this urge to pee was intense and would not be denied for very long, if at all. Syia went from her confident stride to hunched over, hopping and gasping, as she released the pale woman, who was still very much disoriented and out of commission for the time being, and frantically headed for the toilet, which she managed to reach just in time as she pulled down her skirt and panties. An incredibly strong jet of pee boiled into the waiting bowl, and Syia moaned with relief, figuring that she could pee now and deal with the woman later. Syia didn't realize how incredibly stuffed full of pee her bladder actually was. When she had been sitting on the toilet for thirty seconds and peeing full blast without any noticeable change in either her urge or the power of the stream, a slight feeling of concern flickered across her face. Bloodrose, still unable to stand, had dragged herself over to the stall Syia was using; in her haste, Syia had failed to shut the door, and the woman grinned at her, propped up on one elbow. "Oh, you won't be done for quite a while," she said to the heroine's amusement. "You quite literally have a week's worth of pee in your bladder, Psyren, and you're not getting off that toilet anytime soon..." Flushed, Syia tried to rise to the bait with a psychic lashing, but the act of peeing and her own concern were far too distracting to allow her to concentrate. Bloodrose grinned, knowing that the operation which she had been screening for was currently taking place, and Psyren would not be able to interfere until it was too late, peeing away her stamina into the toilet bowl. The strong stream continued as the one minute mark passed and Syia grew increasingly discomfited about her situation, yet the overwhelming relief sensation of urinating captivated her body, and she felt herself weakening slightly in response. "Don't bullshit," she growled weakly, trying to shift gingerly on the seat so that the pee wouldn't start splashing out. "It's impossible to not pee for..." But when she thought about it, the convenient fog on her memories burned away before the focused thrust of her mind, and she realized the woman was right; since escaping that apartment earlier in the week, she hadn't peed, not once. And that had been with her usual routine of frequent drinks and lots of caffeine. "What did you do?" she demanded of the woman, who was starting to recover, concerning Syia. But she didn't answer, and Syia felt the pee finally start to slow down when she had been peeing for near to two minutes, sighing in relief now that the ordeal was nearly over... except, she realized about fifteen seconds later, the small trickle to which her pee had been reduced wasn't stopping, and she felt no more relieved than she had before the pee had started. Even clenching her muscles didn't force the last bit out, and when the woman facing her began to chuckle, Syia flushed red. "Damn you!" "I'm just... shall we say, bending the frame of reality a little?" the ruby-lipped woman said, running her tongue against her lips as she extended and changed the field to effect the pee that was now exiting her body, slowing it... forcing Psyren's pee to come out as a trickle instead of a flood, despite her madly quivering bladder. Psyren moaned. Her heels drummed uselessly on the floor of the bathroom, but she couldn't stop peeing, and Bloodrose giggled. "I want to see how long I can keep you on the toilet - unngh!" The blonde-haired woman suddenly felt a hammerblow, like a sledgehammer hitting into her eyes, and she stumbled backwards. The flow of pee accelerated again, much to the evident relief of Psyren, and Bloodrose's vision was doubled, her mind hazy. Syia gasped with relief as the pee started again. She had become accustomed enough to the sensation of peeing to muster an attack, a weak one, but an attack that nonetheless struck home as the overconfident Bloodrose had not been expecting her to retaliate. Three minutes now... her bladder seemed to throb with the endless voiding, a muscle-tingling sensation that seemed to make her arms and legs want to go numb with the constant sensation. Syia tried to maintain her power at the ready, but the exhaustion caused by so much pee made it disappear again, like a rope of sand between her fingers, flowing down into her body to join the stream of pee that... Syia winced, trying not to think about it. But she didn't feel any more relieved, squirming about instead in desperation and a sensation that was becoming uncomfortably close to panic. The sound of splashing pee filled the void in between the two groaning women. Bloodrose tried to sit upright, and succeeded, but had to grasp the lip of a sink to keep her balance. Her vision was slowly coming back together, and she noted with delight the moans of Psyren, but she couldn't focus enough to bring that other field back to bear, the one that would extend an already long pee into one that lasted half an hour or more... Wiping her hand across her face and squinting didn't help, but she could see that the figure on the toilet seat shifted uncomfortably, then wiggled her hips forward, as if trying to force more pee out. It was still jetting hard into the water, a strong yellow stream that escaped the woman's pussy lips and thundered down into the bowl of the toilet, where the sound echoed. Bloodrose, unable to focus, instead lost herself in imagining what it might be like... "What's it like to pee so long, Psyren?" she asked softly, trying to project the illusion that she was more in control of herself than she actually was. "I've always been curious... what is it like to keep peeing for so very long without feeling the lovely relief?" She chuckled, a rich, deep sound, while giving her head a subtle shake to bring herself back together. "Try it and see," Syia responded through gritted teeth, knowing that more than four minutes had passed with no end in sight. The constant pee torture was taking its toll on her body. Limbs felt weak and muscles rubbery, her eyes were drifting and her mind wouldn't stay focused. "I would," Bloodrose said with a giggle, finally getting enough of her balance back to stand, even if her vision was still a little double. "But I don't know where I'd find someone wicked enough to be able to make me that desperate..." Oddly, Psyren seemed to blink hard and react to that statement. She couldn't imagine why. Had she just been seeing things? "Or, someone who was even worse... someone who made me carry a heavy iron ball of pee in my bladder for a long, long time... never letting me pee or feel relief, but never letting me wet myself either, just the constant, heavy feeling of desperation..." Psyren squealed and put her hands over her ears, blushing. It had been said almost sexually, as if it excited the blonde, severe woman... which, in truth, it did. Bloodrose rested a hand on Psyren's bladder and gave it a push; flailing ineffectually, Psyren tried to push her hands away, gasping and heaving as if she'd run a marathon. Still the pee streamed, the battle of wills taking place over Syia's predicament. Neither was fully strong enough to land a decisive blow, now, so the exchange mostly consisted of psychological games, which Syia knew she was at a disadvantage in. She couldn't believe this sensation. It was the most extreme desperation urge she had ever felt, and by far the longest pee, but without the lovely relief after it was done... and yet it seemed, somehow, that peeing like this was sensual, that her body was growing warm from the effort of holding and peeing so hard. Angrily she pushed that thought away. She held and peed because she had to, not because she wanted to... Five, six minutes after the pee had started, Syia wondered if the stream was abating a little bit, or if she was imagining it. Bloodrose had gone silent, mostly just watching her and grinning, occasionally teasing her with a finger in the belly which Syia fought off. She was surprised her belly was not the size of a watermelon, but if the field really warped reality as had been claimed... who knew how much pee was in there? Syia tried to calculate the possible amount she had to drink over those days that she had not peed, but gave up after a minute. It was too hard to focus like this... Bloodrose smirked. Seven minutes now, and Psyren was virtually vegetating, the strain of nonstop urination finally starting to overwhelm her. There was more that could possibly be done, but the honey-haired woman decided that now was a good time to make good her escape - she'd verified that Psyren would not be meddling in anyone's affairs for at least the rest of the day, and in fact her mind had leapt ahead to the next encounter, wondering how she would choose to exploit this delightful weak point of Psyren's. Perhaps, she considered as she walked off, to use the same compression technique, but compress drinks... what if she could somehow break into Psyren's house, or find what she was going to drink, and supercompress all of her beverages? Hmm... Ruby lips curled at the thought of it. Trying not to giggle to herself too much, she left the club and disappeared into the darkness, leaving a helplessly urinating heroine sitting weakly upon a toilet seat. Eight minutes. Nine minutes. And finally, Syia's mind noted with a relief so profound it brought tears to her eyes, the amount of pee in her body felt like it was decreasing... the trickling and voiding of every last bit of urine took her some time more, and it was ten minutes after the pee had started that Syia slumped backwards, head against the wall, and took a few deep breaths to steady herself. This was going to get to be a major problem if she didn't figure out what to do soon - ever since learning that peeing was a weak point of hers, she'd been running into more and more villains trying to get her bladder-bustingly desperate. Shaking her head, she tried to clear her mind and stand up, legs wobbling as she took care of the hygienic matters and then flushed the toilet. Okay, she thought to herself, there was a problem here, but there was also a solution. During that brief period of time when she'd gotten accustomed to the peeing and was not yet too weak, she'd found her power again and struck back. Maybe, she pondered as she washed her hands, and then made an excuse to the young man she'd been speaking with (to his obvious disappointment) before leaving. Okay, she thought again, looking at herself in the car's rearview mirror as she got seated and buckled in. There is a problem, but maybe I have a solution for it... but, how to pull it off...? --- Syia wondered what she was doing here. This was crazy. It was stupid. It likely wasn't going to work and would get her in a lot of trouble. But, it was the only honest method she could devise that would actually help her... and, in a face-to-face confrontation, she needn't fear for herself. Adjusting her jeans, she took a breath to steady herself, and knocked upon the door in front of her twice, waiting for a reply. Syia stood before the door to the apartment she had escaped not too long ago - the apartment she assumed that belonged to the teasing young man who'd held her in thrall. She didn't actually know his name, oddly enough... the door opened, and Syia had the momentary satisfaction of seeing surprised shock register in those blue eyes of hers. "Can I come in?" she asked, while at the same time nudging her way into the opened door, not letting him say no. Dumbly, he nodded, his eyes instantly suspicious as he gestured for her to follow, and they ended up seated around a round table in his kitchenette. "Why are you here?" the young man... he looked almost like a boy, thin and with soft features. "This is a trick, right?" Suspicion cast his gaze and his words with a hard edge. "Actually, I've come to ask for your help," Syia explained, meeting his gaze levelly and feeling the satisfaction of him quailing from her eyes. "Something that will benefit both of us." "Why should I help you?" he retorted, apparently frustrated by his inability to meet her head-on. Syia's smirk at easily besting his mental probes didn't help his temper in the matter; once alerted, Syia's ability was second to none, and he knew quite well that he was fully at her mercy. But the surreality of her sitting at his table like this... and asking for help? It boggled him, and he was thrown far off balance, probably as she had calculated. "Because you'll want to," Syia said. "Listen. Hear me out. I know that you aren't an unreasonable ass like the rest of those after me, which is why I'm here and not anywhere else. I'm not asking you to help me for free. I'm not that stupid." Syia settled back and, as she had planned, took out a bottle of water from her handbag, unscrewing the top and taking a small sip of it before setting it on the table, cap off. His eyes darted to it. So eager, Syia thought with a grin. "Here's the issue. I need to be able to focus when I have to pee." That got his attention, and some of the uneasiness fled from his eyes, although he was still wary. "That's right. I want to train so that I'm not totally helpless when I have to pee unbearably bad, when my bladder is busting at the seams and I want to leak." The language was calculated to draw him in. Syia took a longer drink of her water and waited for his reaction. "I'm listening," he said guardedly. "I thought at first I would just train myself by holding lots of liquid for a long time," she said with a wink. Time to hook him. "But then I recalled what's been happening. You guys don't just stop at the liquid part. There's drugs, there's difficult or embarrassing situations, there's creative means to get me to drink more than I can possibly hold. I don't think that way. I'd never be able to prepare for having something icy cold tease my bladder when it's full of pee." He seemed to be getting slightly agitated from all of this, as if talking about it had brought forth the urge to do it. Syia paused for a bit before going on: "But I know that you're creative and twisted enough to think of these kinds of things. To come up with the kind of absurd, insane tricks they'd pull to pack gallons in my bladder and torture my muscles from every conceivable angle. And even just aside from that, you'd enjoy keeping me full and making me wet enough to take me up in this endeavor." Syia leaned forward a little, winking at him. "Because what I'd be asking you to do is train me to deal with a full, tortured bladder by making me deal with it constantly. If I can get used to the feeling..." "You can use your power," he interjected, suddenly seeing where this was going. He leaned back in his chair to think, considering the grinning woman to the other side of the table. He was cautious, of course. He was thoughtful. He didn't want to walk into a trap, but what she was offering was virtually a dream come true; the opportunity to practice every kind of pee torture his mind could devise, all while she'd be giving her utmost at holding it back. Concern for the others who might find their practices diluted by this training was brushed aside in an instant. If he got to make this beauty squirm to his heart's content, what the hell did he care if some attempt at theft or hacking was thwarted because Psyren was able to focus her power while needing to pee? Of course, he didn't realize that his pensiveness was written all over his face, and even without psychic abilities Syia could have read what he was thinking just then. Clearing his throat, and trying not to appear too eager, he asked, "How would we carry out this arrangement?" The answer had his heart virtually leaping into his throat: "I'd stay here. I already have taken the appropriate actions to secure leave from work for a while." Syia giggled, and then lowered her voice to a sultry, soft tone: "You can do anything you want, really. I'd answer any questions you have, and follow instructions within reason to further the training." He seemed to be considering that for a long time, before he pushed back his chair and rose, opening a drawer. Syia couldn't see what he was looking for, but heard the distinctive rattle of pills in bottles, and when he turned around, two tablets were in his hand, which were promptly dropped into the open neck of the water bottle. Syia didn't say anything, but waited until they had dissolved in the water, and then tilted the bottle so she could drink from it. He put a finger on the bottle's underside when it was upended, keeping her from setting it back down again, and she didn't resist, keeping the water bottle tilted until the last of the liter's worth of water had slipped down her throat. When she looked at him again, his eyes were wide, as if he couldn't believe what he'd just seen. "What's your name? And do you always use pills?" "Erm... I'm Pryx," he stammered, shaking his head. "No, I usually use a stopper and a liquid. It doesn't leave residue and is harder to see or to taste than a pill. Well, um... hm." Slowly shaking off his awkwardness, the idea that this wasn't a trick or a gag or a dream filtering down into his conscious, Pryx looked at Syia with less anxiety than before. "In that case, I accept your offer. I'll train you in learning how to hold your pee." Syia grinned broadly. "And if that's the way it will be, then we should get started right away." About fifteen minutes later Syia was in a room that seemed totally empty aside from padded mats covering the floor. There was, however, two closets which she had peeked into when Pryx had gone off for a moment, filled to the brim with all sorts of equipment imaginable. At least she'd made a good decision, Syia thought with a smirk. Pryx had left her with two more liter bottles of water to drink and a skintight white bodysuit to change into, then went off to change himself. Syia had already started feeling the effects of the liquid on her bladder when Pryx returned, a set of magic fingers - vibrating devices that attached to the fingertips - on each hand, and wearing his own skintight black bodysuit. Syia wiggled her legs slightly but smiled at him. He was pretty easy on the eyes, after all... "How good are you at physical combat?" he asked, turning the devices he wore on. "Terrible," Syia said bluntly. "I usually prefer not to actually have to hit something." Her bladder had filled rapidly, presenting her with that familiar desperate urge just below her stomach. The vibrating fingers gave her an idea of what was going to happen... "We'll start pretty simple," Pryx said, "since I didn't have much time to prepare, but we're going to have a friendly little match, except that you lose when you pee yourself." The white suit made sense to Syia now, as it would show pee very easily if she wet herself. "I'll go easy on you at first, but the idea is to hold your pee as long as you can. I know you can do a pretty good job of that, so every fifteen minutes we'll break and you'll drink another liter of water." Syia nodded, and without warning Pryx lunged at her, feinting one way and then quickly slipping around behind her, the vibrating fingers landing on her throbbing bladder, making Syia squeal and cross her legs. Taking advantage of that, he pushed her forward, making Syia thud down onto the padded mats, not hurting her, but squashing her bladder against the floor and jolting it. Gasping, Syia tightened her kegal muscles, and then tensed up as the vibrating fingertips splayed against either one of her sides, and made her giggle slightly. That was a mistake, she realized a second later, as Pryx flipped off the fingertips and straddled her rear end - she smirked slightly as she felt something quite firm press against her ass, but then her grin was lost as his fingers started tickling her sides. "NOohohooo, wait, ehehehehe wait wait that's not...!" Syia giggled, shaking her head and pounding her fists on the matted floor, trying desperately to wiggle forward and out from under him, wincing as the laughter almost made her bladder spasm, coupled with the rough pressure and rubbing against the ground she was causing in her attempts to escape... Giggling like a silly schoolgirl, Syia managed to squirt forward, thanks to the slick material of the bodysuit she wore, but roared with laughter when he caught a foot and started tickling it feverishly with his fingernails. Syia made him give that up with frantic flailing kicks using her free foot, and rolled to her feet, but just that exertion had caused her bladder, which had been sort of slowly swelling before, to start throbbing with desperate need, agitated by the tickling and the physical exertions. "If you can bear it for a while, it starts to settle down, usually," Pryx said, reattaching the vibrating clips he had discarded and standing up again. "But then again, you probably won't have it that easy, since you had a double dose of a powerful diuretic." Syia had suspected as much, and Pryx's confident stride towards her was hard to match when she was huched over with her legs crossed. "See, that puts you at a huge disadvantage, needing to hunch over like that," he explained, grinning as he ran his fingers along her inner thighs and smirking at the surprised gasp it elicited, ducking and rolling his head as she frantically swatted at him. "It'll never be fair, Syia," he whispered to her, pressing her up against the wall, his tone suddenly passionate. "Every single dirty trick that can be come up with to make you pee your panties will be used - diuretics, vibrators, tickling, warm water, cold water, fighting, massaging, and all sorts of things to go inside you and play with your muscles, your nerves, even your capacity..."Just as suddenly as the fingers had come on, they backed off, and Syia tried to straighten up and stand normally, getting her breathing under control. It did help to stand normally, though her bladder throbbed and burned, pee insistently teasing her muscles demanding to be let loose. A water bottle was thrust into her hands, and she drank. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she said with a slightly accusing glare between his legs, which did at least make him blush and cover the awkward lump. But sexual control was just another form of mental control, and Syia was adept at almost all kinds, prude about none. She just grinned and tossed the bottle aside, admitting to herself that his greatest fantasy had walked into his house and was standing before him in a sexy tight bodysuit... The reverie was interrupted, as Syia felt her stomach rapidly processing the water she had drank, by his fingers teasing against her back this time, near her kidneys, and the vibrations made her squirm awkwardly before his arms and legs went into a flurry of motion, resulting in Syia suddenly laying on her side, one leg raised in the air and the other pinned to the ground, her face partly pressed to the mat and her arms trapped under his body and hers, the vibrating fingers of one hand insistently pressing at the lower part of her bladder. They circled slightly, a massage that made Syia gasp, but her legs were forced open now and her muscles had to clench hard to keep the pee inside. It wasn't as difficult to resist as the previous torture he had employed on her, but having the freedom to move and struggle somehow made it harder to focus entirely on her bladder... and being tangled with him like this was ever so vaguely sensual. Syia tried to free herself, but couldn't escape the grip that pinned her to the floor, squirming and getting more desperate as the buzzing fingers took their toll upon her bladder, trying everything she could think of to escape... "Now you're just wearing yourself out, Syia," Pryx teased. "In this kind of position, if you don't know much about physical combat, you'll just waste strength and distract yourself from not peeing." A finger touched very precisely between her legs, stroking her pussy gently, and then focusing on her urethra. The shock of it made Syia's eyes go wide, and when he continued to buzz on that area, her body writhed, muscles tensing and quivering... "Did I find a weak spot?" he asked with a kind of teasing eagerness, and Syia had to nod. He temporarily gave her a break, resting the vibrating finger on her thigh so she could speak. "Urethra is... a really weak spot," she confessed, red in the cheeks as her voice trembled out past her stiff lips. "It was such absolute torture when you teased it. I..." Syia went further red in the face, not able to bring herself to admit that maybe she had enjoyed that brief teasing of her urethral opening, but wasn't given the chance to say more, because Pryx had changed tacks and was now vibrating her clit between two fingers, rolling it around and gently pulling at it. The sudden change in sensation was difficult to defend against, and Syia felt the boiling pressure of her pee rise and then intensify as the different sensation assailed her. It was terribly distracting - there was no way to relax and enjoy one sensation while holding back the other as hard as she could, and she couldn't very well deny that having her clit vibrated through the thin suit felt amazingly good... Syia was determined to try not to orgasm, and so she held back as hard as she could, focusing all of her will on keeping her urethra tightly sealed... Which just meant that when Pryx suddenly touched a bare foot with his fingertip and Syia squealed, the surprise of it all led a tiny squirt of pee to escape, staining the crotch of her suit. "Mmm... about to leak again, are we?" he asked, in that soft, teasing voice he had, much to Syia's chagrin as her cheeks flushed when the vibrator started moving around on the wet spot. With a shock she realized that she had stopped fighting against his grip, laying helplessly there on the mat while he teased her. It was so difficult to focus on not peeing and do something else at the same time... She tried to struggle once more, but then her attention slipped dangerously away from her ominously throbbing bladder, the ring of muscle holding her pee in about to give way once more... though the amount of liquid and the teasing was far below the usual threshold, the unusual circumstances plus the highly powerful diuretic she'd had now filled her bladder to the bursting point, yet Syia tried to ignore the thought of letting go and held on gamely, unable to do anything but sit there and force herself to clench. "You look like you're in so much pain, Syia," Pryx said almost as if he were hurt, though a roguish grin graced his lips. "Stop being so tense. You just need to hold, not to crush your urethra." "It's so hard to hold unless I clench like that," Syia mumbled through gritted teeth. Pryx nodded. "But you waste so much energy on clenching like that... Relax a little, go with the flow... so to speak. Don't let it dominate you so much. That's the problem, you let the fact that you have to pee overwhelm you and then you lose focus on everything else..." Syia, trying to take that advice, took a deep breath and then let it out, allowing her muscles to relax slightly... and when she did that, Pryx suddenly tickled her sides and ribs viciously, making Syia yelp with surprise and start thrashing again, the shock of it breaking the hold of her relaxed muscles and resulting in a soft hiss of pee against the crotch of the outfit. Syia moaned in dismay, relaxing and her struggles easing as she felt the hot pee drain out of her, feeling so good... Pryx stroked her forehead and grinned, letting her out of the hold and rubbing her stomach as she peed, getting the mats wet as well as soaking the legs of her suit, and when she had finally finished Pryx helped her sit up and gave her a smaller bottle of water. "Well, that wasn't so bad for a first try," he said, trying to appear caring even as his dick virtually leapt up off of his body. "We'll get another chance to try again soon, but I don't want you peeing without permission from now on, okay?" Syia nodded, and Pryx grinned. "Good. Go take a shower."
Wow, its been a long time since I've posted here. Well, I think it would be disappointing if I didn't have a story to tell. Anyway, this is my first successful attempt at an Original Character story, so I hope you like it. Bear with me, it is a bit long. Anyway, I hope you like it... ________________________________________________________________________ Amy is a girl of 16 years old, she has long, straight, blond hair, big, blue eyes, and pale skin that almost shimmers in the light. Amy is a little bit short, standing at about 5'5" or so, And has some bountiful...gifts bestowed upon her. Amy is not like most girls her age, she isn't as concerned with how her hair looks, or what clothes she wears, partially because she was also just gifted with natural good looks. That isn't to say she doesn't spend time on her looks, just not as much as most teenage girls. She actually hangs out with boys as often as, or more often than, other girls, not for any other reason than just to hang out. No one was more thankful for Amy's preferences than her boyfriend, Mark, who was able to drag her to movies, gaming sessions, and, best of all, wrestling shows. That's right, Mark was a wrestling fanatic. Amy wasn't as much of a raving fan, but she did find some entertainment in the shows. Unfortunately, the small-town area they lived in had no real places for shows, so Mark's quest to drag his girlfriend to shows would often take upwards of two hours, both ways. Amy spent some time getting ready, working on her hair and clothes. She really didn't know why, she could just roll out of bed and go, pajamas and all, to a show and still be the best-looking person there. Still, she always wanted to dress up and look good for her boyfriend. Amy straightened her hair, put on a nice pink T-shirt that clung to her quite well and a light blue skirt that reached just above her knees. Suddenly, a horn honked outside and Amy saw her boyfriend's black pickup truck, not the most romantic vehicle, but at least he had his own transportation. Amy quickly got on her black boots, shouted goodbye to her parents, and ran out the door to meet her boyfriend. As Amy ran out to the truck, she was greeted with a kiss from her boyfriend, and a large cup of pop, such a thing was common for Mark to bring, especially for a two-hour trip. As they pulled away from Amy's house, she took a sip, Dr. Pepper, her favorite. As the boring two-hour ride continued on, Amy continued to gulp down her soda, looking out the window, Mark was a great guy, but he was not much when it came to conversations, so the only sound was the truck driving and Eminem blaring on the stereo. Amy didn't even realize just how much she was drinking until she heard a different sound break the monotony, the sudden odd slurp of an empty cup of pop... She looked at the clock, it had been less than forty-five minutes into a two-and-a-half hour trip! "Wow, you sure were thirsty." Came Mark's comment, one of the few things he's said since the trip began. Amy then noticed something, a slight discomfort in her abdomen. Ah, well, they were still on the highway for a while, they should find a rest stop before it became an issue. About fifteen, twenty, minutes later, Amy was feeling some serious discomfort, she squirmed around awkwardly and looked over at Mark, who didn't seem to notice. She then looked into the distance and saw the amazing blue sign, marked with the glorious, white letters 'rest stop'! Fortunately, Mark asked the question before Amy had to make the embarrassing statement, "You need the rest stop?" However, before Amy could respond, Mark said, "Never mind." Pointing out the orange sign across the next rest stop sign, 'closed'! 'What?' Amy thought, 'Can they close a rest stop?' Well, apparently they could, for, as they got closer, the diverging roadway was fairly thoroughly blocked off. So, they continued on the path, with no further rest stop between now and when they left the highway. As they went through the town to the near hour and a half of country road, Mark didn't think to ask Amy if she needed to stop, and Amy was not about to actually speak up and tell him about it. Amy crossed her legs, but this didn't help that much, and she began to squirm uncontrollably in her seat, this was not helped either by the poor quality of the road they were on, the constant bumps only agitating her pained bladder. It got so bad that Amy began looking over desperately at the large empty cup, perhaps a way to get relief. 'No!' Amy fought against herself, 'Even if I had a hiding spot!' Amy had a strong bladder, she should be able to make it to the arena where the show was being held, not the most comfortable trip, but possible. Finally, they reached the gas station on the corner of nowhere and the cornfield, which meant they were less than ten minutes from their destination. Amy wanted to avoid the issues and ask if they could stop at the gas station, but Mark just happened to ignore the stop sign and zipped into the turn. The sudden force of the turn weighed on Amy's bladder, causing her to force her legs together to stop her bladder from failing. Now it was basically a straight shot along less-bumpy brick roads to the arena. That's when Amy realized that this was in no way an actual 'arena'. It was a crappy building that looked like a large storage shed with a small ring in the middle, some rope lines between the folding chairs and the ring, then a large curtain across the back of the building, that was about it. Amy got out of the truck, as she stood up, she realized just how bad her need to go was, she quickly pressed her hands into her crotch and leaned over. Amy then looked around to make sure no one saw her, which, thankfully, no one seemed to, Mark was busy with his stuff in the truck. Amy managed to remover her hands, and, after a little while longer, she was able to stand up straight, but not without great discomfort. Then, as she walked into the building, Amy saw a bit of a problem with the construction. The problem Amy saw was, that was about it, no sight of anything like a bathroom sign, or, for that fact, any other rooms than the large area they stood in. Amy looked awkwardly at Mark, who was talking to these people like he knew them, and asked, in a whisper, "Um...Mark...Where's the, uh, where's the bathroom?" "Oh," Mark said, then, with no discretion in his voice, pointing around the corner, "Right around there." He then went on talking to the random people he met. Amy walked over to where he indicated, around the corner, outside the building, and her heart fell. There was something that could be called a bathroom, problem was, it was a port-a-potty. No way was Amy about to go in one of those! She would just have to hold it through the show, that's not too hard, right? How long can one of these shows go, anyway? Finally, that awkward time before the show was done, and the opening music hit, so Mark and Amy found their seats, the sitting position really helping Amy to maintain control of her bladder. Problem was, they were in the front row, increasing Amy's paranoia about people seeing her desperation. Still, as the opening music played, Amy managed to distract herself for a while. It seemed that sweaty, half-naked guys in tights grabbing each other was an excellent distraction for a teenage girl, who knew? This doesn't mean Amy could let up any of the pressure she had to keep her bladder under control, she just didn't think much about it. This was, until Amy got a little too excited at the end of a match and she jumped out of her seat. Amy's legs quickly shut together to stop a quick spurt of urine from escaping, she then sat back down and returned to her uncomfortable position. Once again, Amy distracted herself with the show, not fully able to forget her urge, but enough that it wasn't an issue. This distraction was once again interrupted, but this time, not by excitement, but by a comedy match. Some guy in tye-dyed tights came strutting out from behind the curtain to a Lady Gaga song, Amy couldn't help but chuckle. As the match wore on and the moves got even more ridiculous, Amy busted out laughing, then, something else burst out of Amy. Amy then tensed up the muscles in her upper thighs and thrust her hands into her lap, still, this did not prevent quite a bit of pee from escaping into her underwear, enough that she could feel the uncomfortable wetness. Finally, that match came to an end, Amy too tense to laugh at the man's antics, and they announced it was time for intermission. 'Intermission?' Amy thought, 'Its been an hour!' Still, this provided a good time for Amy to sneak off to the thing that passed as a bathroom in this place. She got up to walk around, trying to keep her composure, but she realized that it would be impossible for her to stand up straight, she had to lean over and force her legs together. Slowly, Amy sneaked out of the building towards the disgusting port-a-potty, but, it seemed the rest of the crowd didn't care how disgusting it was. There was quite a line to the bathroom there, Amy wasn't sure if she could hold it that long! Then, an idea struck her, Mark left his truck unlocked, and the start of all this trouble could also be the resolution to it. There would be a large plastic cup in the truck that, perhaps, Amy could relieve herself into. It was not the best option, but, hey, desperate times call for desperate measures. Amy waddled over to the truck and opened the door, but, as she searched around the cup holder, she realized there was something wrong. No cup! Mark had taken it out and thrown it away when they first showed up! Amy groaned, she would need to do something. Once again, she made up an excuse to not use the "bathroom" here. 'Alright, Amy,' She thought to herself, 'You're a big girl, you can hold it.' She coached. The music hit and Amy returned to her seat next to Mark to watch the rest of the show. As she sat down, Mark handed her a can of pop, saying he figured she was thirsty. "Thanks..." Amy said, reluctantly taking the can and trying to open it. Amy took an awkward sip, then cringed as she had to work hard to stop another spurt from escaping. This begged the question, "Um, Mark, how much longer should this be?" She asked, squirming in her seat. Mark looked back at her, he looked her over, but seemed to be completely oblivious to her desperation, he then pulled out his phone and checked, why exactly, no one knows, as he said, "Two more matches." Not any real measure of time, there. Amy sat there, reluctantly, unable to sit back, and tried to distract herself with the show, taking intermediate sips from her pop, though hardly making any progress, as her bladder would not let her. For a while, Amy managed to distract herself with the show, but, after a while, it just became impossible, she squirmed in her seat, again being forced to thrust one hand in between her legs to help her hold on. Finally, the last match came. It was high energy, but Amy couldn't pay any attention to what happened. Her hand started shaking, and she heard sloshing liquid from her can of pop, forcing her to put it down. Amy brushed her hair out of her face and noticed something, she was sweating from the force needed to help her hold it in! She was at her limit here, Amy had no idea how much longer she could hold it. Eventually, the match ended, a short address to the crowd, and the show was over. People started filing out, and Amy got up and wanted to leave as fast as she could, but Mark wanted to stay behind and talk to some people after the show. Fortunately, before Amy had to say anything, Mark looked at his phone and noticed the time, he told the guys he had to leave and got Amy and walked to the truck with her. Mark kept making intermediate glances at Amy as she bent over and shifted her legs, and unseen smirk on his face, but Amy was too busy trying to hold it in to care. They got to the truck and started driving, facing very little traffic as they got through the parking lot, and nothing after that. Amy took a sharp inhale and looked over to Mark, about to ask him to stop somewhere, but Mark talked first. "So, you feeling hungry?" He asked, innocently. "Yes!" Amy shouted, a little too eagerly, knowing a stop for food would mean a chance to use a real bathroom. "Alright." Mark said. Amy was both confused and distressed as they drove through this town, passing several fast-food restaurants along the way, where was Mark going? Suddenly, they were out of town, on a different country road than before, Amy had never been this way. "Mark? Aren't we going to stop and eat?" She asked, her voice trembling under the strain. "Yeah, we are." Was all Mark said. Amy really had no idea what he was thinking, all she knew was that he needed to get there quick or he would have a serious mess to clean up in his truck. On the way, the truck hit a big bump, causing a short release from Amy's bladder. It was so bad, her entire body lurched forward to try and stop it form coming out, but she couldn't last any longer. Amy looked over and wanted to just ask Mark to pull over, but she was too nervous to ask, not to mention the fear of taking any amount of energy or focus away from holding her pee. In a few minutes, which felt like hours to Amy, they were in town and the truck came to a stop. They were outside of a real nice restaurant, OK, so, maybe it wasn't fancy, but it was more than fast-food, which is high-class to a teenager. Regardless of what it was, all Amy cared about was that this place had a bathroom. They got out of the car. Amy's feet his the ground, and she suddenly felt something, a certain sensation between her legs, she could not hold it any longer. Amy pushed both her hands below her skirt and right into her crotch to try and hold it, but this was a very temporary solution. Amy then took off in a mad dash toward the door of the restaurant. She then began frantically looking around for the bathroom signs. By the time Mark had walked in, she had located the signs and took off before he had a chance to say anything. The urine had already started to burst out from Amy's bladder as she dashed off. By the time she made it to the bathroom, the flood gates had opened, it was no longer small trickles, Amy was fully wetting herself! Amy got over to the toilet and pulled down her now-soaked panties and finished relieving herself with a sigh of relief. Amy then stood up and looked down. To her terror, not only were her panties thoroughly soaked, but it had gone down her legs and soaked into her boots, and the front of her blue skirt had a massive wet spot on it. Amy tried her hardest to get herself cleaned up, but she couldn't get all of it. After spending about five minutes in the bathroom trying to get cleaned up, she was forced to admit defeat. Amy walked out, trying to hide her embarrassing accident, over to the table where Mark was waiting. Amy thought she had succeeded in hiding it, as the meal went off without a hitch, other than Amy having to shift around uncomfortably due to her soaked underwear. Then, as they walked to the car, Mark looked over at her, "Girl? Did-did you...um..." He tried to find a sensitive way to put this, but found it quite impossible. He looked around, no one was close, so he asked, in a whisper, "Did you um...make it...to the bathroom?" Was the best he could muster. Amy could only blush and look away, letting out a slight whimper, then she grew bolder and said, "Of course I did, I'm not a little girl, you know?" She said, in a rough voice. "Relax, girl," Mark responded. Amy thought, as he paused, that he believed her lie, then, he continued, "Accidents happen." Amy gasped slightly and could simply feel her whole face turning completely red, she stammered to say something, but just couldn't find any words for this situation. "I-I don't know what you're talking about..." Was all she could stammer out, she knew it was ridiculous. "Seriously, you don't have to hide it, I know what happened." Mark said, trying to comfort her. All this served to do was make it worse, Amy practically stopped walking, burying her face in her hands, feeling tears starting to form from the horrendous embarrassment of this situation. "Don't be embarrassed, babe, its fine. In fact...I may find it...somewhat" Now it was Mark's face that was turning red, he was about to tell Amy something he hadn't told anyone else, "Kind of...attractive." He said with a smirk. Amy looked up at him, his smile was sincere, it wasn't a joke. Still, this was an incredibly awkward situation. Mark finally broke the tension, "So, if you wanna take off that wet pair of underwear for the ride home..." He said, half joking, but with an element of hope in his voice. Amy just chuckled a little at this, making this situation slightly less awkward. Amy instructed Mark to just take her home, as much as he wanted to bring her to his place, that's all he did. The two-and-a-half-hour ride home had some incredible tension, neither person saying a word, but, after the shock of that night wore off, their relationship was never better.
I've decided to try my hand at writing a desperation fic, I've never written one before, however I have written other fanfictions. This will be very short due to time constraints. The story is written in second person, hopefully that will make it more novel, as I'm sure you have a million stories like this. The upside is you can imagine the character is whoever you want, I haven't even specified a gender. Disclaimer: I renounce all copyright claims to this work, as I am entitled to as its copyright holder. Anyone can claim this as their own work, use parts of it for anything or even make money from it, I really don't care. You're sitting at your desk, in class, surrounded by other students. The teacher is droning on about problems in the particle-wave theory of light, and your fellow students have long since lost interest. Normally you would find this topic fascinating, but right now, you have your own, rather more personal, problem, which has to do with an ever increasing pressure in your lower abdomen. That's right, you have to pee. Bad. You can feel your bladder stretching, and you lean back in your chair, trying to put as little pressure on it as possible. You can imagine the liquid gushing out once you finally get to a toi- gah! You shake your head, trying to clear that though from your mind. It certainly isn't helping your predicament now is it? Alright, you decide. That's enough, you raise your hand. The teacher keeps on teaching his lesson ignoring you. You keep your hand raised, despite your cheeks flushing red from embarrassment. Eventually he sighs dramatically, as he acknowledges you. "Yes?" he asks impatiently "This had better be about the interaction of photons with physical objects" God, what a prat! You think to yourself. "Um, no actually" you say, hesitantly, but clearly "Actually I wanted to ask if I could, er... go to the bathroom." "No." he says resolutely. Turning back to the whiteboard and continuing with his lesson. "Uh, sir?" you ask, he turns back to face you, crossing his arms "that's not really possible..." "If you interrupt my lesson one more time, I'll see to it that you fail this class" he threatens, "do I make myself clear." "Yes sir." you mutter Oh well, you think to yourself, looks like I'm in for the long haul. You unbutton the top button on your jeans, and your bladder expands appreciatively. Alright now, there's only... you glance at your watch. 90 minutes! The realization hits you like a raw egg, a chill which spreads across your body, numbing your skin. There's now way. It's impossible - you're not going to make it that long. 10 minutes in, your kidneys are starting to hurt, and any small movement makes your bladder twinge. 30 minutes, your whole stomach aches, you unzip your fly a little and pull your T-shirt down to cover it up. 45 minutes, halfway there. You've given up on keeping your legs apart, they're now crossed as tightly as you can. You're so full, you can barely sit still, and you wish more than anything that you could just let it out. You can imagine it flowing out as a torrent, saturating your undies and your jeans, forming a massive puddle on the flo- gah! You shake your head to clear the image, but you do so a little too violently and a tiny spurt of urine escapes into your undies. You manage to clamp it off. You wouldn't have thought it possible, but now your need is even more desperate. You squeeze your finger tips down between your legs to check your crotch for the damage. Still dry - thank god. It's torture to pull your hand back out and place it back ontop of the table. 55 minutes, now you literally can't sit still, you bounce your legs up and down ever so slightly, trying your best to keep your hands on the table, and a look of utter desperation off your face. You can imagine your bladder stretched to its limits, forcing it's contents out between your legs, throwing them apart and knocking you back off your chair like a fire hose, floodi- gah! You know better than to shake your head this time, you just close your eyes briefly, then open them again. 60 minutes. You literally can't think of anything but your bladder, there is a rushing sound in your ears, blocking out the sounds of the classroom, and you feel as though you are faintly spinning. This seems somehow familiar, oh god, your blood runs cold, this is exactly the way you felt when you wet your pants in year 1. You manage to snap yourself out of it, and jam both your hands against your crotch. Not this time, you think forcefully. 70 minutes. Ahhhhhh, you scream inside your mind, I can't take this anymore! Why, why, why! What's the point in going on, you're only delaying the inevitable. You're grinding your thighs together and kneading your crotch. Other students are watching you, with wolfish grins. I can't, I can't. 75 minutes. Mmmmm, you moan, out loud this time. You're barely keeping it together. "Could I have silence please" ordered the teacher You should feel angry, but you can't, you have to pee so badly that you can't even see strait and it consumes all of your attention. 78 minutes. Maybe if you just let out a little bit, then you could make it, that makes sense right, no-one will notice if you just go a little. Just a controlled leak. In your bladder-crazed state of mind it seems like a really great idea. You start to think about releas- NO! you suddenly realize, that's not how it works. You clamp down just in time. You have trouble breathing, because even that puts an unbearable strain on your bladder. 82 minutes. Your bladder is pulsating, and your whole body feels numb, you can no feel your hands pressing against your crotch. The rushing sound is back, and the room is spinning. Faster, faster. Nothing matters now, nothing at all. Your bladder was full, and now it's emptying.There is no past, no future. No consequences, just the moment, and it is euphoric. It floods out of you, gushing like you never would have believed possible, it envelopes you in a aura of warmth, spreading rapidly from your chest to your ankles... wait, that's not right. At the edge of your consciousness your realize that you are in fact not in a class room, but in your bed. At this present moment however, you don't care. All you want it to get it out. It keeps flowing and your let out a long sigh, it seems to go on forever. Eventually however, it does stop. You lay there shuddering with relief, until it starts to cool down, and you realize with horror what you have done. You have, completely and utterly, wet the bed. Well? What do you think?
The Long Run Chapter 1: The Long Run After a long and rough day, I returned home tired and excited for tomorrow as for I have my cross country nationals. I walked up the stairs to my room and collapsed onto my bed as if I had no more energy. I opened my wardrobe and took out a tight long jeans and a extra underwear, I took off my short jeans and put on the extra underwear. This was my fetish, by wearing multiple layers of underwear and pants I feel complete and excited. I started to put my short jeans back on then the long tight jeans but as in the middle of tucking up the long jeans... "Corrina!" Shouted my mum I started to be nervous and shaky, "Y-yes" I replied in a nervous tone while I was pulling the jeans over the smaller one. My fingers were shaking so much I almost couldn't do the jeans button up, it was a tight fit but it felt good and I was relieved. "Corrina can you come down" mum shouted again "I-in a mi-minute" I shouted. I started to feel a small pain in my abdomen as the drinks accumulated from my rough day running and training for tomorrow, and also by how tight the jeans were. As a walk down the steep stair my bladder slowly fills and the pain grows, each stair is like a giant 'leap of faith' to hold it in. As I reach the end of the staircase I felt the three final bottles of water reach my bladder, "arggg, I should have went to the bathroom first" I thought to myself. "Hurry up Corrina" shouted my mum "I-I'm coming" I said in a quiet tone As I reached the kitchen; where my mum was, I saw her rushing everywhere. Then she said to me "honey, can you do the dishes and look out for the cooking please". I tried to say something but only mumbles came out of my mouth due to how desperate I needed to go to the toilet, by the time I replied clearly it was already to late; she had already left the room and couldn't hear my quiet tone. I walked over to the sink and started to scrub and wash, but all that did was making me more desperate. The thought of water running through my mind made me more and more in-need for the bathroom, I crossed my legs to relief my desperation. After a while I was past half way through washing the dishes when a small squirt came out, dampening my double layers, I quickly drop the sponge in my hand and started to clutch my crotch to stop the leakage. As I finished the dishes I quickly put both my hands between my legs to ease myself, but another squirt came out, this one was enough to seep through my 2 panties and dampen my shorts. I was still nervous and very desperate but I couldn't go away cause I have to watch the cooking in-case it gets burnt or spills over, I slowly pulled my legs to the stove and started to watch the cooking while my hands are still down there. I started to get worried that I'll wet my two panties and two jeans, so I tried to call mum. "Mum, hurry up please" I shouted the highest I can without wetting myself "Few minutes dear" She said back from upstairs I got more fidgety as time past, I looked back to the cooking and suddenly it started to sizzle out of control. I started to mix the food with the spatula and holding it with both my hands to cool the food down but it was only making it worse as the oil started to spit everywhere, Simultaneously my bladder started to give way leaking through my panties and into my jeans. I panicked, I couldn't do anything like my brain shut itself down due to the pressure. My long tight jeans started to darken around my legs as the pee started to travel down my legs, suddenly my reflexes started to kick in and I pulled my hand down to stop the flow but accidentally I hit the cooking pot and disaster happened. My two panties are totally soaked, my shorts are full soaked too and my jeans have a big long line of pee behind me legs. My mum started to run into the kitchen and sees the mess, the floor filled with a giant puddle of pee mixed with the food which was cooking. Tears started to slowly form in my eyes as I was embarrassed in front of my mum, I even started to blush. "there there, it's OK...Accidents happen" mum said in a sympathetic voice "but" I replied in a sorrowful tone "don't worry, we'll go to the bathroom to get you changed and washed up" she said to cheer me up We both started to walk up the stairs to the bathroom, as we both moved up the stairs I started getting more nervous because She doesn't know that I'm wearing two layers of panties and jeans. I started to rush into the bathroom leaving behind my mum, as I was inside I started to unbutton my jeans as fast as I can but I was fumbling to much and couldn't unbutton it. My mum walked back with a new pair of underwear, a shirt and shorts, then she asked me to take off my clothes so she can put them into the wash. My heart started to thump so hard I can hear it inside my head, I don't want them to know I was wearing the two extra clothing especially when I wet them cause I'm gonna be so grounded. So much pressure and information was going through my head... "Hurry up, I'm waiting" Mum said in a disappointed mood As I took off the first jeans and exposed the short one, my mums eyes opened so wide and became so angry. "Take those off immediately" she demanded I was embarrassed and didn't want to continue because I know she's going to kill me, but I had to. I slowly took off the pee soaked shorts which was stuck to my skin and turned inside out as I pulled it off. Then I tried to double pull both my panties off so she doesn't know but suddenly. "What the... Are you wearing two underwears, are you out of your mind? Wh-What the hell is wrong with you?" she screamed in my ears. She was devastated in me, my conscience was telling me that it was a bad idea. I looked down at my panties and saw how she new I was wearing two not one, the color of the extra underwear was white and the other was pink, it was clear when you look at it due to the wetness. I took them off as fast as I can so I can get out of this situation but it was too late, it has already been done. My mum took the clothes down to the wash and locked the door, I turned on the shower to clean myself from the pee and also from the day outside. After I finished I wiped myself dry and wore the new pink underwear, a long shirt up to my thighs and a short boxer. I went down stairs to get a drink of milk before I went to sleep, and I walked past my mum in the lounge room; she was just staring at me and checking if anything weird. I walked up the staircase and into my room, saw the clock and it was 10:47pm. I thought to myself I better get some sleep to the big day tomorrow, and jumped into my bed and turned off the lights. I started to sleep, but I didn't realize that I forgot to go to the toilet. To be continued...
Not sure if this is the right way to post fanfiction if it isn't, tell me and I'll delete this Summary: Gaara wants to look the perfect uke to his brother as they start a relationship, but what happens when Gaara has to pee? Can he hold it until morning? Or is the pressure too much? Motel Room Gaara lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Next to him, was a slumbering Kankurou. The pair had been dating for three months now and this was their first time sharing a bed. It felt right. Gaara knew that his aniki would protect and care for him no matter what and he trusted him with his life. They were deeply in love and nobody could tell them otherwise. They were brothers, yes and this was considered incest, but their feelings for each other were true. Kankurou had suggested that they stay at a motel to keep out of the public eye. Gaara had agreed and they both left their house later that afternoon. Gaara suddenly winced as he felt a strong throb at his lower abdomen. He hadn't relieved himself since he left his house at five pm and Unfortunately, he was too nervous to wake Kankurou up by asking where the bathroom was since the rooms didn't have them en-suite. He wanted to look like the perfect uke and having such an embarrassing bodily need flare up like that; it would probably be a real turn-off for his brother. But what could be worse? Relieving himself, or uncontrollably wetting himself in bed and in front of Kankurou? He had actually felt the urge to go just before they went to bed, but managed to ignore it and fall asleep a few hours. Because Gaara was so shy when it came to bathrooms, he had said nothing. The tender fifteen year old decided that he try and hold it as best he can, and if the pressure got too much, he would get up and find the bathroom himself, even if it took up almost the whole night. If he held it, he hoped he would fall asleep and not have to deal with his urgent problem until morning; but Gaara knew his body too well: If he needed to go, he would have to go straight away because desperation always kicked in much too fast for his liking. Already, he was having to clench his stomach muscles every few seconds to stop any urine from escaping. He looked at the clock. 3:30am Shit. Four hours. Four hours of moaning, squirming and shaking. How the fuck could he wait four hours? Gaara crossed his legs under the blankets and turned on his side. That position made his bladder feel more comfortable, but not so comfortable that he could fall asleep because the pain and aching made it impossible. Another half an hour passed and the pressure in his bladder grew stronger and stronger. Eventually the fidgeting woke Kankurou up. “Gaara what's wrong?” “N-Nothing. Can't sleep.” Kankurou wrapped his arms around his little brother and hugged him tight. Gaara involuntarily let out a cry of pain as the arms wrapped around his weakening bladder, squeezing it for all it was worth. “What's wrong?! Are you hurt?!” “I'm fine... cramp in my leg.” The brunette reached under the covers and massaged his brother's leg. “Is that better sweetie?” “Y-Yeah. Thanks.” The base of his bladder started to hurt to such an extent that he could barely hold all the pee in with his muscles alone. Carefully, he moved his leg on top of Kankurou's and then shifted his body so that his crotch was pressing on his brother's leg. He sighed in relief and relaxed his muscles a little; but not too much. “You're really cute Gaara. Cute and small.” “I'm not that short!” “I mean petite. I can pick you up so easily.” “Yeah?” “And I can also do this!” He tickled furiously at Gaara's stomach and sides. The younger teen laughed and this caused his bladder to push right down. “A-Ahh!” He gasped, trying to swat the hands away, but forgot that Kankurou was much stronger than him. To his horror, a small, but worrying jet of urine escaped and wet the front of his boxers. “A-Aniki! Stop! Oh god!” The chestnut haired boy smirked and planted a kiss on Gaara's lips, then let out a chuckle. “Are you OK? Do you need anything?” Gaara thought about telling him of his desperate need, but decided against it since he was too damn embarrassed. “I'm fine thanks.” “If you want a drink or anything, just tell me.” A drink? Yeah fucking right. The last thing he needed was more urine to drip into his bladder “All right.” Moments later, all was silent and Kankurou had fallen asleep. Gaara knew he couldn't hold another drop and got up quietly. He stumbled around the motel in pursuit of relief, but it was too dark to see anything and too risky to turn on the lights. He opened various doors; but none of which led to a bathroom. A trickle suddenly dribbled out and he buckled down, moaning quietly. Staggering to the main door, he almost burst into tears to find that it was locked and Kankurou had the key. The urine only pressed down further and harder against his tightly closed urethra and in agony, crouched on the floor, holding himself like a child. After a few minutes, he regained control and staggered back to the bed, defeated and desperate with a full bladder. As he climbed back onto the soft mattress, he felt a stream escape and squirmed frantically, managing to stem it. Although the leak brought him some relief, he knew he had to go right now or he wouldn't make it to any bathroom at all. His boxers were completely soaked at the front and the bed was damp with pee. He lay back down painfully, holding his crotch to prevent any more amber fluid from leaking out. XxX An hour later, Gaara found that everything was still too wet to wake Kankurou up, but he had no other choice. Two hours left, but there was no way he could hold it that long. “Aniki.” He said quietly, shaking his brother gently. Gaara bit the inside of his lip with embarrassment. The brunette awoke. “Are you all right?” “I-I...” He hadn't the courage to do it. “I need...” Come on! He would understand! “Need what?” He gulped hard, starting to shake a little. Do it. Kankurou couldn't expect him to get through the whole night and not even need to go to the bathroom! It's a normal, healthy bodily function! He reassured himself. His nerves didn't help his poor bladder at all. “H-Hug me.” Why can't I just tell him I need to go?! God, I'm such an idiot! He cussed in his mind. “Did you have a nightmare? You're all clammy.”Asked the older teen, holding him in his arms. “Mm...” Gaara inhaled his brother's musky scent, but his heart sank when he caught the faint smell of urine. He'd only released a little bit... how could it smell strong like that? Blushing madly, he pulled away from him. “I'll be all right now.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. Thanks.” Kankurou petted Gaara's hair gently and lay back down to sleep. Gaara was exhausted from clenching his muscles so much and they were starting to weaken. Then, he had an idea: Release a little bit more, but not completely. It would decrease the pressure and make him feel better; then maybe he'd be able to get some sleep. Gaara turned onto his side and placed the blankets between his legs to absorb the urine and stop it from dripping onto the bed, creating a stain. Luckily, the covers were black. He then let go. Pee spurted out hard from his body, but when the blankets were completely soaked, Gaara realized that he had to hold the rest in, no matter how great it felt to let it out. The blankets between his legs were completely soaking wet and what's more; his bladder still felt uncomfortably full. The smell of pee was extremely obvious now to anybody. The younger teen blushed even more and this time, felt completely ashamed. He'd just leaked half his water all over the bed and immediately regretted doing so in the first place. He just guessed that his extreme desperation had rendered him incoherent and he wasn't really thinking of anything but relief. Kankurou was sure to find out sooner or later. Gaara hated the thought of the drenched sheets being pulled off of them, then the puppeteer discovering the yellow stain on the under sheet and smelling the pee on the blankets. Gaara broke down, sobbing silently. His bladder was so full and it hurt so much, but he was that far from relief that he was having some sort of breakdown. Ten more minutes and he'd gotten back into the state he was in previously. Moaning, shaking, clenching, squirming and fidgeting. Every second that passed, he'd have to change sleeping position because he had to go so bad. His bladder felt like it was going to burst at any second. He waited a few more minutes and nothing brought him any relief now. Spurt after spurt escaped and the urine dribbled down his thighs and onto the bed. He sat up suddenly and doubled right over, squeezing his dick to reinforce his muscles, but they were exhausted and too weak. Tears were now streaming down his face and he was crying a little louder from the pain and stress. He gasped when he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned. Kankurou stared at him with great concern. He opened his mouth to speak, but Gaara let out a loud sob. “I h-have t-to go Kankurou I h-have t-to g-go!” “Gaara, why didn't you wake me?! How long have you been holding it in?!” “Since a-around t-ten! Ahhh...” He felt a dribble leak out of his dick and squeezed harder. The older teen hugged him. “If you need to go, you must tell me! I won't shout at you, but I don't want you to hold it for so long! Why didn't you say anything?” “I w-was s-so embarrassed!” “Why? I'm your brother and I love you as a boyfriend and as family! You've known me all your life, so what is there to be embarrassed about?” Gaara doubled over again. “Nnnn... Kankurou... Bathroom...” “All right, all right.” Kankurou put the younger teen onto his back so that his arms were round his neck and legs round his waist. He flicked on the lights and pulled out the key, unlocked the door, then ran down the halls. Gaara whined and pressed his crotch against Kankurou's back to help hold it in, but his bladder couldn't take any more and a stream escaped, but he managed to stem it to a dribble and then a trickle before it finally stopped. He knew the dam would break any second though. “Kankurou...” He moaned, squirming. “I can't hold it...” “Almost there now!” “Put me down! I can't hold it any longer!” The brunette obeyed and set Gaara on the floor. The younger teen let out a sob and a moan as the urine pushed through his tightly closed urethra. He tried to hold it back. “Gaara just let it go.” Kankurou said softly, pressing a hand against his brother's bladder. “I need to hold it!” “No you don't.” The brunette pressed harder and Gaara finally gave up. Urine gushed out of his trembling body like a never-ending waterfall. It poured down his legs and onto the carpeted ground below. He fell on the floor and sat in the golden liquid as it pooled underneath him. It showed no signs of stopping. Minutes and minutes passed before the waterfall stemmed to a trickle and stopped. Gaara looked down at the puddle he sat in. It was massive. How had he managed to hold all of that in? “Wow that's a lot of pee Gaara.” The teenager broke down sobbing. “I'm sorry! I couldn't wait!” Kankurou rubbed his back. “It's all right. If anything, it was kind of hot.” Gaara sniffled. “R-really?” “Yeah.” The puppeteer blushed slightly. “I'll take you back to our room. You need a change of pants after that... definitely.” Gently, Kankurou picked his brother up and carried him up the stairs and back to their motel room.
This all started when I was in the final exam for Pre calc last year. I was sitting next to a pretty girl named Kari. Kari stood at about 6’2” and had the perkiest damn breasts. They were only B cups, but they were Beautiful. Her hips and butt were just a little bigger than they should have been, but it was kind of cute. She was a fox as well. Her hair, a light brunette was always kept it in a pony tail, save for a few strands of her bangs that always hung at the sides of her face. At the time she was wearing some khaki cargo pants and a white shirt. She had come into class a few minutes late making excuses to the teacher about some seriously bad traffic. As soon as she had sat down she had her legs crossed. I didn’t know at the time why, but she had immediately caught my attention. This was the kind of class that you need the entire period to do your work, no matter how good you were, just because of the sheer length and complexity of the problems. The final was four hours long and you could leave when you finished, but it was school policy not to let a student return to the test once they had left the classroom. Kari had dominated my attention since she walked in the room. Even as she walked I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I sensed something. A delicious tension. The growing anxiety. The beginnings of panic. The scent of sweat. Everything about her at that moment was attractive to me. I had just begun to realize a few months prior that I was Bi, but this was intense. I was somehow more attracted to her due to her predicament. I had entirely stopped working at this point. All I could do was stare at her. Her body posture, the way she kept shifting in her seat, the look of pressure on her face, how she crossed and un crosssed her legs. The attraction was overwhelming. I could feel myself start to get wet. By the half way point I had attempted to start working again. I could barely think. I was worried for her, yet I wanted to see what would happen. By then her movements had gotten more shallow and came at quicker intervals. Her breathing came in almost gasps. As she rocked her hips back and forth you could almost hear a whimper come from her lips. Her face held a look of anxiety and her left hand had made its way to her lap. When she thought no one was looking she would give her crotch a squeeze, trying to relieve the pressure. A few minutes later she started to shiver a little. Her body would just freeze up every minute or so. It would go completely tense for a moment and Her face would clench. Her eyes would close and her teeth would clench. Her tail and ears would bristle when this happened. It seemed as though her body was saying enough. By now her tail was underneath her butt, pressing on her crotch. Her hand was doing the same. Some how, between spasms, she had continued working. Once again I found myself transfixed. I gave up on finishing the entire thing. I was to distracted. I watched her clench then sigh for a few more minutes before it happened. She clenched, gasped, then clenched harder. Her eyes opened and I smelled it. It was feint, but it was there. She had just peed her panties. It was only a little, but I nearly came at the smell. My hand had also made its way to my crotch, but for a different reason than Kari’s. I was wearing some loose black cargo pants. Thin material. Easy to feel through. I began lightly, discreetly tracing my clit through the fabric. It felt AMAZING. It had never felt this good before. At this point I also felt the urge, though not nearly as bad as her. I was at like a 7 out of 10. Enough to be uncomfortable and want to go, but not an emergency. Even this started to feel erotic and pleasurable. Kari looked around, hand in her crotch and tail hugging her ass. When she felt as though no one was looking she removed her hand briefly to inspect the damage. I caught a glimpse. Her crotch where the fabric touched her vulva was wet. It wasn’t a patch more than the size of a childs fist, but it was there. Again the scent hit me and I began to stroke harder. Nothing made sense to me at this point. Why was I so turned on by this? She continued working for a few more minutes, then started clenching again. Her spurt had released some of the pressure, but it quickly returned. She began to shiver more violently now. She began to emit a slight whimper, only enough for me to hear. I smiled and began to rub faster. She clenched again and I held my breath. I nearly came. Sitting in my pre calc final, I nearly came. The thought of that only served to turn me on more. I began to pant lightly, the fabric where I rubbed had long since become wet from my own vulva. My attention returned to Kari from my own crotch. She visibly spasmed, gasped, clenched as hard as she could, then you could hear it. A sharp hiss. Just for a second. Then the smell. I looked down to her crotch and saw a beautiful glimmering starburst of her pent up urine. The look on her face was a mixture of shock, relief and embarrassment. I could feel myself beginning to climax. Even If I had stopped rubbing, there was nothing I could do. I panted heavily, but next to Kari no one noticed. She clenched again, this time the hiss lasted two seconds. Now you could see it dripping from her seat. Just a little at first, then a small stream as both Karis mind and her body gave in. I have never cum so hard in my life. I actually Thought I had pissed myself after words my panties were so wet. As long as she peed, I came. It seemed to last forever during which the entire class stared at her. Her head was in her hands and her elbows rested on the desk. When she was done, she got up and walked out. On the way you could see that she was crying. Her Pants now a beautiful shade of yellow and stained beyond repair. In her seat now rested a puddle and under her desk a lake. I rested a few minutes, then gathered my things and walked out, careful to dip the tip of my tail in her puddle. My name is Rena. I am an arctic fox, and this is the story of my obsession with omorashi, watersports and female desperation. Yes I wrote this, no I am not Rena. Yes I am a Guy...Please dont fap to me thinking its Rena...Rena is fictional...Kari is...less so
This is a story I found on members.easyshag.com/femaledesperation, by Aquarius. It is a true story, but because it is not from me i choose to put it in fanfiction. Enjoy! We were eighteen, shy and innocent; had been summer friends for ten years. Both families having cabins by the small lake, we just had to be together. There were more young people around that we met, became friends, drifted apart. But Kate was something special. And that summer something changed. It was the annual midsummer feast, everybody gathering in the clearing by the bay, barbecuing, playing games, children dipping their toes. My family had arrived that afternoon, my little sister seeking her best friend, and I hoped Kate was there. She was. Brown hair parted in the middle, green eyes, her body a little rounder than last year. Dressed in a white blouse and Levi's jeans, barefoot in sandals. There was something in the air the instant we met. Oh the innocence. This is in a country where the concept of "dating" is totally unknown; it's perfectly normal and accepted for a boy and a girl to be together informally, I could drop in on her anytime, we could go for a walk, we could slip off somewhere with no fear of retribution. Maybe because of that we felt that we had all the time in the world, there was no need to rush anything. We talked, summing up the past year, I watched the way she brushed her hair back behind her ear, followed the movement of her lips, noticed the curves of her hips in the worn jeans, saw the hint of straps under her blouse. She had no boyfriend, and I had no girlfriend. Pause. "Let's walk," she said. She led through the trees, to another undisturbed bay. It was way past midnight, but still light. The smaller children had gone to bed, and the grown-ups relaxed with lake-chilled beer. I watched her bottom as she walked, brushing past the bushes, jumping fallen branches. We sat on the boulders in our special place, silent. "Want to bathe?" I wondered. "I didn't bring a ..." She smiled at me. "Stupid answer. Of course I will." She rose, still smiling. Unbuttoned her blouse ever so slowly. Kicked off her sandals, unzipped her jeans, folding her clothes neatly. She wore white cotton panties and kept her bra on. I'd seen girls in magazines, undressed in all kinds of underwear, but this was the sexiest sight I'd seen. We stepped gingerly down to the water, shivering as it rose to our knees and above. I watched her thighs slip into the water, watched the white cotton turn dark and then disappear. Holding our breath we submerged, swimming outwards with slow strokes. I imagined her body gliding through the water. I took the opportunity to relieve myself, enjoying the warmth. I imagined her doing the same, letting go in the water. After some minutes we turned back and climbed onto the rocks again. The air was still warm; we sat down to dry. "Oh, I forgot to pee," she said, smiling coyly. "Well, you're wet already," I blurted out, "so just go in your panties." "Okay," she said, spreading her legs slightly, letting it flow through the white cotton and down the rocks. I had to adjust myself to keep from spraining my briefs. "Let's go back," she said. "I'm thirsty." She stood up, turned her back to me, and removed her underwear before putting her jeans and blouse on. I could see her nipples through the fabric, and the thought of her naked in her jeans turned me on immensely. About five AM, clutching cold beers by the dying fire, our hands met and held. The next day we met in the bay again, finding our way to the boulders. She wore a flowery dress, bra straps showing. Shyly we embraced and kissed, then sat down to drink Cokes and talk. "You made me pee my panties last night," she said, stroking my arm. "I didn't have to persuade you," I answered. "Well, I just wanted to do it. Did you mind?" "Oh no! It was the most sexy thing you've ever done." "Really?" "Yes. It was - like we belong together. Doing private things in front of each other." She squeezed my arm. "Can I watch you pee?" I rose and unzipped my shorts. She stared as I sprayed the bushes, sitting with legs apart, giving me a glimpse of her panties under her dress. She wet her lips. "Now you," I said, zipping up. Slowly she got to her feet, dress waving. Her breath made her breasts heave. She brushed her hair back with that familiar gesture and looked at me. "Shall I pee for you?" I nodded. She touched the hem of her dress, coyly. Her eyes had a different expression. She lifted her dress a couple of inches, showing a tiny bit of white panty. Then she pulled the dress above her navel, giving me a flash view before dropping the hem again. "You sure you want to see?" She said teasingly. "Come on, Kate, show me again!" She lifted her dress once more, this time letting me see her panties and the bare belly above them. She turned around, showing me her lovely butt before dropping the dress again. Facing me, she reached up under her dress, pulled her panties down to mid-thigh, and squatted. The golden stream burst from her dark bush, running over the rocks under her. She let the stream dwindle, and then rose and pulled her panties back up. "Oops," she said, "the last drops went in my panties." I embraced her and kissed her. Some days later we went to the bay again, putting our towels down on the grass fifty yards from the water. She wore her swimsuit under her dress, so there was no need for tricky maneuvers to undress. The swimsuit was dark blue and fit incredibly tight on her shapely body. Last summer the fabric had been hanging loosely on her chest. After lying still for a while she rose on her elbows and looked at me. "I have to pee," she said, crossing her legs for emphasis. "Just go in the water," I said. "I don't feel like bathing yet." I pointed to the bushes. "Back there, then." "Too far," she said lazily. "Watch this." She sat up, removing the towel from under her. Sitting spread-legged on the grass she let go in her swimsuit, turning the color of her crotch into shining black with a hissing sound. "There," she said, "didn't that feel good!" I lay on my stomach to avoid embarrassment. She kissed my neck and whispered: "One day I'll pee in your lap." She turned nineteen in August. There was a party, of course, featuring everybody. I put on my best jeans and even buttoned my shirt all the way up. Kate was stunning. The Levi's girl was transformed into a lady, with her hair set up, a halter-top, and a tiny miniskirt over tan tights. We ate and drank, danced, and owned the world. Late in the evening she held me, eyes shining, while she moved from foot to foot. "Martin. Come with me." "Where to?" "You know, when a girl's got to go..." She squeezed her legs together. "And I've got a present for you." "But it's your..." "Shhh. Come on." Walking on high heels in the woods didn't seem easy, especially as she appeared to need a bathroom quite soon. Well out of sight of the others she stopped. "Sit there. No, take your jeans off first." I did as I was told. She sat on my lap, straddling me, giving me a full view of her white panties through the tights under the short skirt. I held her butt, and she kissed me. "Look at me," she said. "No, down there. I told you I was going to do this." To my amazement she began peeing, flooding her underwear and wetting her skirt. She took my hand and put it on herself, letting me feel the hot flow. The stream ran over my thighs. She put a hand in my briefs and grabbed me. "Some day I'll sleep with you. But until then..." Walking back, my eyes were fixed to the wet crescent on her butt. The last Saturday of the holiday we went for a long walk. We camped by a stream, unrolling blankets and sleeping bags, building a fire, making tea. I had a couple of cans of beer in my sack as well. The night was hot. Kate sat on a log by the fire, having changed from jeans to black leggings, sipping beer. On the way she had stopped to pee a couple of times, just squatting in front of me, grinning at my interest. She emptied the can, flattened it, and put it back in my sack. She rubbed her belly. "My bladder is full," she said. "Do you want to sleep with me?" I held her and nodded. She pressed her body against mine. "I want you in me," she said. "God, I'm nearly wetting myself. Undress me!" I pulled the sweater over her head, taking care to touch her breasts and soft armpits. Then I took hold of the elastic waistband of her leggings and pulled them down, feeling the curves of her hips. She wriggled her butt to aid me. Standing in bra and panties she smiled at me, both innocent and daring. I knelt down and kissed her belly while stroking the soft insides of her thighs. She moaned and held my head. I slid my hand up, cupping her sex, feeling warm wetness against my palm. She shivered. "Come," she said, pulling me down on the blankets, removing my clothes. I lay beside her, stroking her belly, kissing her breasts, slipping my hand inside her panties. She peed, a strong, short stream, warming my hand. I nearly came on the spot. I knelt between her legs, fascinated by the wet circle in her crotch. I touched it, pressing the wet fabric against her sex, prompting another spurt. Slowly I removed her panties, exposing her dark bush and her moist slit. Pressing softly on her belly made her pee again, in a beautiful golden arch. I couldn't wait any longer and entered her. Afterwards we lay on the soaked blankets, caressing, kissing. After getting her breath back she straddled me, wet bush tickling my stomach. "Tell you something?" She said. "Yes, Kate?" "We're moving." "Oh. Where?" "Two blocks from you. This autumn we'll be schoolmates!" With that, she lifted her butt, looked down on herself, and peed all over me.
okay, I'm kind of nervous to put a fanfic up because I have never posted any of my stories before. I mainly write them for myself, but I decided to give this a try.... So here goes... Jenna was in the car with her boyfriend on the way to his mother’s house for dinner. She had been to her house dozens of times, but this time it was a celebration. His brother was announcing his engagement tonight. Jenna had gone straight from work and picked up by Charles. They had a forty five minute drive to his mothers. “Charles, do you think we could stop somewhere, I have to pee.” Jenna asked on their drive. “We don’t have time if we want to be there by 6. Can you hold it until then?” Jenna nodded; she could surely hold it for another thirty minutes or so. But as the drive continued her urge increased. When they reached Anne’s house, Jenna was shifting in her seat and crossing her ankles. They had arrived with five minutes to spare. When they walked inside, Jenna was greeted by Charles’ mother, father, grandparents, brother, and his fiancé. They all talked and then headed into the dining room. As they were taking their seats, Jenna was reminded of her urge to use the bathroom. She was fidgeting around but since everyone was almost seated she decided to just start the meal and then excuse herself to the bathroom. The meal began with appetizers and everyone was eating. Jenna had drunk a whole cup of water without realizing it. She moved in her seat and she began to really feel her bladder. She had her legs crossed under the table. When they brought out dinner, Jenna was dying to pee. She started eating and about halfway through she decided to make her move. “If everyone would excuse me, I need to run to the restroom for a minute”. As she was about to get up Anne started to speak. “Oooh You didn’t hear Jenna. The plumber came earlier today and shut off all of the water in the bathrooms until 9pm.” Jenna nodded her head and sat back down at the table. She looked at her watch: 7:30. She had to wait an hour and a half to use the bathroom. She crossed her legs again, but tighter this time. As everyone finished their meals, Jenna had begun moving a lot and was dying to pee. After dessert, Charles’ brother and his fiancé announced their engagement and everyone was sitting and talking at the table. Jenna took this to her advantage to put her hands in her crotch to stem the urge. Again she looked at her watch. It was only 8pm and she wasn’t sure how much longer she was going to make it. When Anne began clearing the table Jenna knew that she should help. She gained her control and composure and helped clear the dishes. Whenever she was standing still she had to cross her legs and slam her thighs together. When it came time to wash the dishes Jenna offered but she said she needed to do it alone. As everyone went into the living room she began doing a pee dance around the kitchen. She started thinking of a game plan on how to wash the dishes. She turned the water on, which instantly sent a wave through her bladder. She jammed her hands into her crotch and caught it just in time. She washed some of the dishes with one hand in her crotch, but it was taking too long and she was bursting. She decided to plug the sink and turn the water on. That way she could get it over with and not have to hear the running water the entire time. As the sink was filling up, Jenna was walking in circles holding herself. She quickly finished the dishes, dried them, and then ran over to the clock. It said 8:30. She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t know if she could last another thirty minutes. She felt a drip come out of her panties and she started pee dancing. She had started to lose control! She was putting the dishes away when she felt another drip escape. She shoved her hands in her crotch and slammed her legs together. Then a squirt escaped. She had reached her limit. She had to think fast. She ran over to the kitchen door. She locked it and then ran to the sink. She took her skirt off and her panties. She climb onto the counter and straddled the sink. With one hand she held her crotch to keep the pee in, with the other she slowly turned around and turned on the sink. Within seconds she felt a squirt escape, she knew she could have relief. So she just moved her hand and let her body pee. The pee exploded from her body and she sighed with relief. When she was done, she wiped herself, put her panties and skirt back on and then washed the sink. She opened the door, when she saw Charles brother’s fiancée Christa doing a pee dance in the dining room. She cleared her throat and Christa turned around. She motioned for her to join her in the kitchen. When she walked in, Christa was doing a pee dance and was moving around a lot. “I’m sorry, this is soo embarrassing but I am dying to pee! I am literally at my breaking point!” Jenna laughed, “Oh, so was I about two minutes ago. But I found a way to pee if you’re not above putting manners aside.” Christa started bending down and hopping. “I am so over manners, I just need to empty my bladder!” Jenna had told her the plan and Christa was all for it. She jumped on the sink and had her hands glued to her crotch. Jenna had locked the door and was walking to the sink. “Oh God! Hurry, please hurry! It’s about to come out.” Christa was begging Jenna. So Jenna reached over the sink and counted down. The second the water turned on, Christa’s bladder gave out. She started peeing and it was like a torrent. When she hopped down, they cleaned up the sink and Christa thanked Jenna a billion times. They went into the living room and had a good rest of the night.
NOTE: These are characters from one of my books I was thinking about publishing. I was trying to demonstrate to another author how to utilize vivid description to make their story more interesting. It uses all the descriptive methods I know. Lisa's 11-years-old in this, and her "imaginary friend" is Ra'ef. “Lisa! Lisa, get up! We’re late!” Lisa Scoffer shot up awake. She looked at the clock and noticed the thin radio clock blinking at 6:00. She pulled the bedding aside and skidded her feet into her blue slippers. “Lisa,” her mother called, “It’s actually seven ten. You have ten minutes to be downstairs and in the car!” And that was how the morning of this eleven-year-old started. Rushed. Twelve minutes later, she dove into the passenger’s seat of the car with two pieces of wheat toast slapped together and a coffee traveler’s mug filled with orange juice in the other. She crammed her toast into her mouth, and the dryness prompted her to guzzle down the entire cup’s worth of orange juice in just a handful of seconds. She wiped her mouth on the gray sleeve to her hoodie. “Lisa,” her mother said looking at her for a moment, “are you sure you don’t want a hair cut?” Lisa pulled down the visor and flipped open the mirror. The left lock of black hair ran down her face and over her chest, the right lock partially covered her right eye and hung just over her cheek. She combed her left hand through her hair. “No. Someone said they liked it this way.” Lisa’s mother shrugged, but inward, she smiled. No matter where Lisa went, she always seemed to have a friend somewhere. As they started pulling up to the school, Lisa made a dreadful realization–she forgot to use the bathroom, her morning pee from 9 hours of sleep having to wait. She bit her lip as she slipped out of the car and strolled through the thin crowd of Elementary students. The bell rang, unusually loud as Lisa was in the classroom, not walking underneath it, ducking for cover in shock, but held her pee. She turned the corner. “Ah, Lisa,” Mr. Hartman said sitting on his desk, “You made it just in time. You’re normally early.” The whole class, all sixteen students, turned and stared at her. Her world was drowned in the center of attention. She looked down and rubbed her left leg against her right and grabbed her right arm with the left behind her back. She struggled for words. “Sorry.” “Sorry? To who?” Mr. Harman asked with a jocular attitude. The students laughed in reply and she took her place in the back left-hand corner. She couldn’t possibly dare ask to use the bathroom just as class began! Mr. Harman was a nice teacher, understanding even, but he was fairly strict when it came to leaving. Lisa looked down at her lap. Blue jeans. She had wet herself before, but that was in a dark purple, felt skirt, in the lunch line, and nobody seemed to notice. This time, an accident would clearly show up. Regardless, she pulled up her right leg and sat on her tennis shoe, swallowed hard and rubbed the top of her thighs. The Battle of the Bulge had begun. “Today, we will spend the next two hours to Recess reviewing all that we’ve been doing in the past regarding history. Lisa. Since you came in the nick of time, do you remember what happened in America on 1776? Specifically, a large and important event?” On July 4th, 1776, America declared independence from Great Britain. Lisa carefully thought through her words, staring blankly forward. “She’s just so stupid,” one of the boys whispered. Instinctive survival strategies told her to remain elusive and hide. There were predators in the jungle of the classroom. Should she hold it out, bolt and run, or face them head on? “Uh, I–don’t remember.” Mr. Harman frowned. He tipped up the glasses on the edge of his nose and stood up from his desk. “Of course you do,” he said folding his arms. “I–I–um…” Mr. Harman stared directly into her soul. “July fourth–what?” Lisa’s nervousness became sweat as it boiled out of pores in her head, face, and hands. She quivered like a cornered bunny, a coyote with dripping fangs and a rumbling snarl ready to strike. “Josh?” “America declared independence from the British.” “See, even Josh knows that one,” Leon whispered as Mr. Hartman turned to write it on the board. It was Mary Ann who giggled. “Lisa’s IQ must be 0.” Lisa unwillingly pulled her foot from beneath her to sink in the chair. “Or negative!” Mary Ann giggled back. Mr. Hartman turned back around. “Lisa, I know you knew that one, and it will be on the test.” On and on, Mr. Harman occasionally asked Lisa a question, but time and time again, she denied knowing the answer. And time and time again, her urge to pee got worse. Thirty minutes into class, her bladder was already getting full, asking to come out. She began rubbing her crotch with her good left hand, squirming in place and freezing every time the class focused on her. Her bladder pushed and flexed, bulging stronger and stronger. But Lisa refused to ask to use the bathroom. There was enough attention on her already. “And now,” Mr. Harman said erasing everything on the black board, “we begin the test. No books or papers in front of you, just two pencils.” Every student obeyed, putting books and notebooks on the floor, pulling out writing utensils from the cubby holes in the desks. Over fifty minutes Lisa endured, but now she had another hour and a half to go till Recess. Thick stacks of paper were passed around. This would be a long fight. Lisa was so nervous she was shaking when she received the test, shaking and bouncing her legs up and down. As her hair dangled in front of her face she took a quick glance around. Good, nobody was watching her. She disappeared into her own little world, pretending to be hiding from it, and flipped open the first page. Maybe she could go if she finished early. The questions were fairly easy, most of them. She buzzed through and, for extra credit, started one of three essay questions in cursive. That’s when it happened–a tiny squirt of pee pressed into her small, white cotton panties. She shrieked, just barely audible. Her concentration and world crashed as she leaned over and crossed her legs. “Lisa, are you ok?” Mr. Hartman asked. “Yes,” she squeaked in her childish, high-pitched voice. “Just a mistake,” she quickly lied. “In college, just note for future reference,” Mr. Hartman stated to the class, “you will most likely be using pens for most of your classes. Be thankful you’re still able to use pencils.” The class then went back to testing, and Lisa looked at the clock. What? She thought with horror, a whole hour left? She looked back down. Her thoughts began racing, and she slowed. Concentration was split between the history she knew and loved against her willpower and focus to keep holding on to her pee. Now she felt doomed. There was no way she was going to admit her need for the toilet, everyone would know. She’s been embarrassed before about desperately holding it in the lunch line as usual, as students would watch her round the clock and wait to see if she would make it. She even watched two boys make bets. Lisa continued to furiously wiggle and bounce in her seat, criss-crossing her legs at five minute intervals. Her essay answer took an eternity. She looked up at the clock when she finished. Only twelve minutes passed. Her face began to crumbling into a longing and desperate look, big blue eyes widening and sparkling with sad hope. People have various methods of holding. Some grab the crotch, and some cross legs, some do both. Others press their legs hard together. Then there were the dancers and bouncers who sometimes twirled. Some pace. Lisa did everything but dance. She twisted about into different positions, finding some method of holding it. But once it got too comfortable, it became too unbearable, and an adjustment was found. Her focus was broken again. She was on the last page! And they were all multiple choice questions! She quickly read through them. Mr. Hartman cleared his voice. “If anyone finishes early, please take your time to look over your test a second time. If you have already done that, you may put the test to the side and continue reading our younger version of, “Red Badge of Courage”. Lisa moaned to herself. She looked at the clock. Just another twenty minutes. She zipped through the last few questions, closed the test and pulled out the book from the floor. Bending down squished her swelling bladder against her legs and waist. As she leaned back up, a thin, wet psst shot into her white panties again. She shoved her right hand and grabbed her crotch, clenched tightly, and folded her legs over her fingers. As Lisa opened the book mid-way, she tried to read the first few lines where she left off, but concentration was too hard. Ninety percent of her brain was now focused on her bladder. Another horrible realization came to her as she felt the swelling grow. Her morning orange juice started pushing through. She knew that it wouldn’t be long till the bladder refused to take commands from the brain and force a release. But her willpower stayed. She only had twenty minutes. She should make it. Mr. Hartman walked by. “Are you done?” he whispered. Lisa nodded. “Are you ok? You’re face is pale.” “I’m fine,” she replied quietly. “Ok. After class, I want to talk to you. Come up to my desk when everyone goes to Recess. “Ok.” He picked up her test and curved around the room to another student. This was most unacceptable, but her timidity and shyness could do nothing but comply. The bell finally rang. More pee penetrated through her crotch, this time spilling a little into her jeans with a tiny dark spot. “Ok class, pencils down. Close the books. You’re done. Off to Recess.” All the kids stood up. Lisa struggled to commit her body even to this simple task. Legs squeezed together, she slowly paced herself up the front of the room and stopped before her teacher, trying not to look so obvious. She bit her lip, crossed her legs, and put both hands in her baggy pockets. When all the students left, he walked around her and sat on his desk, folding his hands. “Lisa,” he began, “you’re one of my favorite students. You don’t make trouble, but you also don’t make friends, either.” She shrugged. No talk in the world mattered at this point in time. She has to go the bathroom! “And you don’t seem very confident in class. I know you know all the answers to these questions,” he said picking up her test. And from that point on, the conversation drifted into a forgetful dream. All Lisa did was nod at what he said and crossed her legs tighter and tighter. And he didn’t stop! He talked on about her performance in school, social life, college, and job life! On and on he went, and she began to feel slightly more comfortable about squirming in front of him. Then she began swinging forward and backward, and then she became fidgety. “Well, you seem to want to go on your way,” he finally stated. “Go ahead.” “Thank you!” Lisa turned and calmly made her way out so she wouldn’t appear so rude, and at the same time, not to get in trouble for running. As she made it out of the classroom, Mr. Hartman shut the door and she began making her way towards the bathroom. It was just down the hall to the left on the way to the double doors leading outside. Any number of kids could walk in at any moment for the bathroom. There was the bathroom sign! She would make it after all! Her left hand grabbed her crotch again, this time feeling the wetness, but she didn’t care. She walked, her footsteps echoing down the hallway, careful not to run, but walked briskly. Thirty steps away! She could just feel the porcelain seat on her legs! Psst-psst… “No, no…” psst… it paused. She waited a moment. Sweat began to run down her forehead, squinted her eyes shut and clenched her fists. She opened. Nothing. She took another two steps. Pss…shhhhhhhh… and like a crackling little waterfall, her bladder ruptured through her unwilling crotch, gently gushing the warm liquid into her panties. Lisa looked down, hair hanging in front of her face as she spread her legs shoulder-width apart, the instinct that let it flow easier. It gently trickled down her legs as it swam through the denim of her jeans, the heavy amount of pee gushing out of the crotch of her jeans in a pinky-sized stream, dropping to the tile and pattering against it. The empty hallway carried the sound and Lisa listened, taking in slow, deep breaths. Pee spilled through, thickening in flow, rushing around the back of her legs, hot with anger as rivers split off from the main flow, picking their way through the easiest route down to her calves and spreading out from her small butt and down the back of her thighs. By now, it had soaked the upper portions of her legs and after just twenty seconds of peeing, began dripping from the hem of her jeans. It continued flowing, now pooling at the hems, and as it is when most girls pee their pants, began puddling from there, her little pee stream’s puddle merging with what came from her legs. Now the back of her thighs were completely oversoaked, and it continued fingering out, the tendrils of darkness almost reaching around the sides of her legs, but instead darkened what was already dark blue into light purple, and spread all over her calves. The rapid gushing could be heard from twenty feet away, Lisa was sure. She could hear every sound loud and clear. She blinked only twice, and it was when her bladder was only halfway done at forty seconds. On and on she peed for an eternity. She felt violated, hot, somewhat sticky, and embarrassed, her cheeks flushing with red. But at this point, as her bladder’s capacity went below 50%, she felt so–relieved. She let out a heavy, “Ahhhh.” It was now quickly running down her legs, slick with wetness and flowing through her thick denim jeans without resistance, rushing out of her crotch like an unstoppable waterfall. It pressed into her white socks and her converse shoes, and started to puddle inside them. Some of the pee dripped from her left calf’s hem onto her shoe. Her pee stream still pressed out hard and strong, but most of it was coming out of her right hem, creating a constant dripping and pouring wall of pee. At this time, she was standing in her own, thin lake as it began hugging around the outline of her shoes. Just as it did though, she felt relief in the fullest. “Hahhh.” Lisa's bladder began finishing up, warmth still flowing out but her pee stream flicking a bit. It finally stopped running out of her crotch, though pee still continued running down her legs and her jeans, but the main force was gone. All of this in a minute and twenty seconds of nonstop peeing, and being only 4’10” tall, that was a lot of pee! Shock of wetting her pants still clung to her as she looked down and stared. She blinked a few times and reality swept in. She had done it. She peed in her pants, and with only a few steps left to the bathroom. A wave of emotions and thoughts came to her, the strongest which was embarrassment. Any kid could walk through and see her standing in her self-made pool. It began cooling quickly, and a chill ran down her spine. Lisa lifted her left foot, disturbing the soaking sponge of her pant leg and squeezed a short burst of pee out. She pressed harder and closer, pee continuing to fall. It felt so icky to put her legs together, but it was a necessary icky. She then stepped out wide to the left and pressed her right leg together, straining more pee from her legs. Fascination set in. I peed all of that? She thought with a bit of admiration. For being such a small little girl, she was almost proud of her deed, to be able to wet that much. But now, her priorities were set straight, and her mind thought about the future. She ran into the bathroom and hid in a stall, sitting on the toilet, squeezing out a bit more pee. It was no longer warm and refreshing, but cool and hateful. “My poor, precious little Jewel,” a loving, manly voice echoed between the stalls. “Ra’ef!” “Yes, Jewel. Most everyone has an accident at some point in their lives.” “But I already did before, remember?” she wailed. “I remember. You were fortunate then. Now we have a problem.” “I have ten minutes before Recess is over. And the school nurse is on the far other end of the school, what do I…” “Look into the stall to your left.” Lisa gulped, but did as told, moving from her stall and into the next one. “I don’t see anything.” She turned around to close it when she felt a pair of jeans. A beautiful pair of jeans, almost identical to her own, baggy, and the same style and the perfect size. She unhooked it from the door and grinned. “I don’t know how you do that, Ra’ef.” “You’re welcome, Jewel. It will be our little secret.”
This story take place in manchester in late 1980´s,accurately in year 1989. main character in this story is Annie Allister, a 25 years old young woman who is working in manchester police in detective inspector. Little bacround information for this story: annie birth in good family in london, her father was a succesfull lawyer and her mother was working in the ministry of commerce in leading position. in school annie was always one of the best students in her grade. after annie came age of 19 she started police academy and she was best of her graduating class. in age of 22 annie get job in manchester police department and quickly she was in position of di (detective inspector). career was everything to her.. Piip piip piip. Annie wake up in the voice of her alarm clock, time is 6.30 am. she yawns and slowly stood up sitting in her bed. it is day 23 in october and annie look out of window and see its raining, its not unusually in this time of year in uk, the streets look so dark and cold. Annie stood up (shes about 176cm long,she had a black midlong hair.her body is nicely built, but her breast are quite small to comparing of her body) she stooding close the her bed and thinking that today is conclusive in her career, she had been chasing one of the biggest drug dealers in uk for six months and if she can nail him today she gets promotion quite surely. Annie sits in her kitchen table and drank two really big cups of coffee. she had to be sharp and ready for todays action and coffee is best for make annie brisk. she decide to go fast in shower because she had not much time to go meetingplace where her golleque is waiting. Annie undress and walk in the shower, the warm shower feel so nice and annie coul stood there for ever but she must go soon. she had now dryied herself and now she dress up, she put her white knickers and bras on then she put her gray mid long skirt on.she put also hers white dress shirt on and finally she put her gray blazer on. she looks the clock and notice she had quite hurry to make in meetingplace in time, while walking down the stairs to her car she notice that she need to use the toilet, but now isnt enough time. she sits in her mercedes and start to drive in the meetingplace. The drive take about 25 minutes and now she is arrive the place, she reverse her car in the parking place and turn the engine of. Now she feel that her urge to pee has grown quite a bit and that she is quite nervous for the coming action didnt make it any easier, her thought are interrupted by her golleque who knock hers car windows and sits in car. "hi annie, are you ready?" he asks. "yes i think so but honestly im not sure pete ". "dont worry its just a routine arrest and the dealer hasnt even idea what now are going on" pete replies. if they only could know how wrong pete was.. Pete knocked the suspects door and wait. nothing happened pete knocked again and same thing, nothing happened, they know for sure that suspect was home and they have the home search warrant so pete said to annie get out of the way and take hes gun out of the holster. Annie was nervous and she had a bad feeling about this, and her urge of pee has now quite bad and the exitement make it worse. "umm pete..i dont like this..something isnt right" she said but it was too late pete kicked the door open. then 3-4 shots were shooted and pete was hit badly, somebody was warned the suspect. the shooting last about 15 secs but in annie´s mind it feels like forever, she saw pete falling down like in slow motion movie and she was completely terrified.next thing was that the suspect point the gun on her. " you lousy coppers always on my tale but now it ends for good" the suspect shout. Annie was so terrified that she only could cry. " please. dont shoot me i beg you" she sobered. "shut up" the dealer shout and pull annie inside. She was ordered to hancuff herself in the kitchen radiator, and she did what she was told to. by now she really need to pee and she was holding it but she was so terrified that holding was extreme difficult. The dealer walked circle front of her and mumbled " what i now do in that copper, i was stupid not to shoot her". annie hear those words and was more terrified than ever, she was sure that she is in really bad situation. she forget to hold her pee a moment and warm burst was escaping for her bladder filling her knickers a little bit. she could still end the peeing and started to holding it more carefully. Annie was surprised that even in this situation she forget the situation and concentrate in the holding. Time goes and annie was been about an hour in the building, she was now in the situation that she knew that her bladder will surrender in any moment. she make her decision and she think that che could ask for the dealer that could she use the toilet. " hey sir...can i use toilet because im losing my control soon?" she was surprised how appealing her tone of voice was.. moment in silence. " no. my toilet isnt for loysy coppers, peed your pants if you had to go". annie was now sure that she will wet herself today in that criminals apartmen, it make her feel depressed and powerless.. but she havent time to think about that. she heard the steps comimg for next room and the door was opened, the dealer walked right front of the her and sits in the chair. " now im waiting here until you wet yourself, isnt that nice?" he said and laughed. Annie couldnt answer anything and she lose her control, the pee was now flowing for her white knickers in full force and make a big puddle on the floor beneath her. her heart was beating rapidly and she heard only her pee hissing out of her. finally the flow stopped and she as now completely humiliated in front of criminal. " time for a sleep" the criminal said and put textile which was soiled with cloroform in her face. annie feel her limbs coming heavy and the voices blurring, she´s not even try to fight back and slowly she drifted in the deep sleep... to be continued. this was my first fition story i ever had made and my english isnt too good, so dont be too critical. every comment is wellcome and hope you enjoyed this story..
“Keima, you’re going, whether you like it or not!” The car was waiting, and so were Elsie, and Keima’s mother, who had been trying to get him out for quite a while now. It would be no exaggeration to say he was dragged kicking and screaming. He didn’t want to go, this was intruding on his precious gaming time. But his mother wouldn’t hear any of it; they were going on vacation, and he was coming with them. He was only prolonging the inevitable. Eventually, Keima reluctantly got into the car, muttering something about how the god of games shouldn’t be put through this. Not surprising, his eyes never left the screen of his PFP. He knew they would be in the car for a while, so he brought along several games, and a -lot- of batteries. Next to him was Elsea, whose attitude was the opposite of his about this. She was looking out the window, fascinated by the human world, and observing everything carefully. She was especially excited, because on a road trip, it was highly likely that they would see a fire truck. Hours passed, and Keima was no longer complaining. He appeared to be content with playing his games, completely lost in them. His mother and Elsea had been talking, but he wasn’t paying attention to what they were saying. Before he knew it, the car had stopped, and his name was being called. He looked up from his game with an irritated expression of ‘how dare you interrupt me.” Turns out they had stopped at a rest stop, and he was being asked to go with him. He flatly refused. “You should at least use the restroom while we’re here, we won’t be stopping after this.” His mother warned. “I don’t have to go. Besides, I can play games for hours at a time, so I can hold it if I need to.” Keima refused to leave the car, and so his mother and Elsea went in without him. Eventually, they came back. Elsea, with a bunch of souvenirs, and Keima’s mother brought some snacks and a drink back for him. Keima nodded in thanks as they were shown to him, and soon they were off again. It must have been the drink, Keima thought after he had finished, because he realized then, that he needed to pee. It wasn’t a big deal, he thought. He often held his pee while playing games, so he didn’t think much of it, and he continued to play. Of course, Keima soon realized that while he was used to holding it in the safety of his own home, he wasn’t used to holding it in the car. He shifted in his seat somewhat, as he decided to ask his mother for reference on how long the trip would be. “How much longer until we get there?” He asked, in his usual bored tone, to hide his reason for asking that question. “Only about an hour now.” She replied. An hour? He thought. Well, that’s not too bad. He’s held longer but…it was really getting uncomfortable. He shifted around again, trying to find a more comfortable position before he returned to his game. He figured that as long as he continued to play games that time would pass quickly and he would be able to ignore his need to urinate. It worked, for about 20 minutes. His urge became even stronger now, and impossible to ignore. Concentrating on his game playing no longer worked, and he found it difficult to focus on anything except his pressing need to use the toilet. He could feel his bladder swollen and throbbing, and he wondered how long it had been since he last used the toilet. He also wondered how long it had been since he asked how long it had been, but he didn’t want to ask again. That would make his predicament obvious. He shifted in his seat again, but he could no longer find a suitable position. He began to fan his legs, quickly becoming quite anxious about his desperate situation. He looked next to him and noticed Elsie, still excitedly looking out the window. Then he looked in front of him and saw his mother was concentrating on driving. The only noises he heard were the sounds of driving and the music from his game. He might’ve found it peaceful, if he didn’t have to pee so damn badly. At least they seemed distracted, so they wouldn’t notice his unusual fidgety behavior. He looked around, trying his hardest to stay still, but he was unable to. Every few minutes he would squirm in his seat or bounce his legs. His body was tense from his discomfort; even his toes were curled. He let out a soft sigh of irritation; frustrated by his inability to take care of such an increasingly urgent need. Soon he noticed that the car had stopped. Traffic. Great. “Looks like we’re going to be here for a while.” Said Keima’s mother. Keima groaned under his breath at the thought. He tried to continue playing his game, but he noticed it was much more difficult to think in such a state. To think that the Gaming God would find choices difficult to make just simply because he had to pee, he thought. The traffic was moving very slowly, and Keima grew more anxious as time went on. He drummed his fingers on the side of the door, humming impatiently. His mother and Elsie didn’t seem to be bothered by it, probably assumed it to be out of anxious boredom. Which, in a way, was also true. There were so many things that Keima would rather be doing. He’d rather be at home in his room, surrounded with 2D girls, or in a bathroom taking a nice long… He squirmed again as a shiver ran down his spine. He didn’t want to think about that. It made his already pressing need much worse, and the traffic wasn’t moving any faster. He began to squirm, looking rather restless. He had to do something to relieve this agony, but his pride wouldn’t allow him to ask for a stop. Even if he could, they were in heavy tragic, with no end in sight, and no place to go. He decided to save, shut off his game, close his eyes, and try to take a nap, and that hopefully, when he awoke, they would be at their destination so he could go pee. It was quite difficult for him to relax, however, as his bladder throbbed angrily. It felt so very full. Opening one eye and checking to make sure no one was looking, he snuck a quick grab of the tip of his crotch through his pants. That helped him feel a little better. Somehow he managed to eventually fall into a light sleep, taking him away from the pain for a little while. --- Keima woke with a jolt. They were no longer in traffic, but he noticed they were now on some sort of side road. And it was bumpy. And he had to pee even worse now. He squirmed more violently than before. Trying to keep the need under control, but to no avail. He sighed again, louder than before. He wondered how long it had been, but he wouldn’t dare ask. He started to realize that he might not even be able to hold it in. His fidgeting was constant and he had his legs pressed tightly together, bouncing them up and down. He knew that if anyone looked at him, they would know that he had to pee…but he really couldn’t help it anymore. “Oh my God!” Elsie suddenly exclaimed, her face practically glued to the window. “Look, Keima, fire trucks! And they are putting out a fire!” Keima couldn’t help but look over, but he quickly regretted it. He saw the fire trucks, on the side of the road, yes, and they were putting out a fire of some house there. He bit his lip and groaned as he saw the streams of water escaping from the hoses. His hand darted to his crotch, squeezing tightly; he didn’t care if anyone saw him. Such a sight made his predicament worse, and he had to shut his eyes tight and look away to try to not think about peeing. Elsie squealed with excitement as the car passed by, and she seemed disappointed when they eventually escaped her view. Keima however, was glad to see it gone. He had to put all his effort into holding it; otherwise he knew he would lose it. He heard Elsie say something about how awesome it was, but he ignored her. He tried to fill his thoughts of good things, like games and 2D girls…but that only worked for so long before his bladder would spasm and he would squeeze his crotch again, unable to think about anything else but how badly he needed to pee. He was surprised that no one seemed to notice. He guessed that his mother was busy driving and Elsie was just dense. Then, suddenly, he felt it. His bladder spasmed again and he felt some liquid escaping. He closed his eyes again and his face began to flush a bit, taking a deep breath and managing to get control of it. He didn’t want to look to see if the wet spot was obvious, as he knew that would make it worse. The fact that his underwear felt damp was already making things even more difficult. He had to go; he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. He wanted to speak up, when suddenly he started leaking again, and it took more effort to hold it in this time. It started coming in short spurts, beyond his control. Leaning forward with a hand on his crotch and his legs now crossed, he tried his hardest to stop it…but soon it developed into an all-out flood, and no matter what he did, he couldn’t do anything about it. The urine was warm and wet as he felt it spread through his pants and flowed through his hands. He heard the hissing and pattering sound as it landed on the seat. He panted and gasped as he tightened his weak muscles and grabbed as tightly as he could, not wanting this to happen, even though finally releasing it all felt so good and he sighed in both frustration and relief about a minute or so later when his bladder had finally emptied. Keima, the Gaming God, had uncontrollably wet himself. His mother looked behind her when she heard the sound. “Oh Keima…what am I going to do with you?” She sighed. “We’re almost there, so you can change your pants when we arrive…” Keima looked away, face flushed, not saying a word. Elsie stared at him, unsure of what to say, looking embarrassed for him. “I told you that you should have used the restroom when we stopped, but you didn’t listen did you? Said something about the God of games not needing a break? Listen, Keima, you need to listen to your mother about these things sometimes, or stuff like this happens! I can’t believe you wet yourself like a little kid! Now I’m going to have to clean the car!” She scolded. Keima sighed as he listened to his mothers lecture, his clothes quickly becoming cold and clingy, and he smelled of urine. He knew this was going to happen. At least this wasn’t as bad as the pain that he had felt before, since although he was clearly humiliated, and uncomfortable, his mind was clear enough to continue playing his PFP game again. And he did just that, until they arrived at their destination, 5 minutes later.
I started this story as an "experiment", hoping to write a short, VERY traditional fiction story, just to test my "English skills" a bit more, and to test what your reaction to my "writing style" would be. But well, I should have known better; short stories aren't the thing for me and I got dragged along again http://animepee.co.cc/public/style_emoticons/default/mellow.gif So it's a very traditional (almost uninspiring?) plot; 3 girls sitting in class, needing to pee... I hope you enjoy reading it nonetheless. THE CHEMISTRY CLASS This particular event took place about 3 years ago, on a warm spring Friday. The school bell rang for the second time, lunch time was over, and we were all sitting in the chemistry classroom, waiting for the class to start. The teacher, Mr. Wilkenburg, was taking his notes out of his briefcase; he was surprising us by giving an unannounced test. Mr. Wilkenburg was about fifty years old. He was a nice man, a good teacher, but he was stubborn and had his principles. He treated anyone with respect, as long as that someone didn't mess around with him. Mr. Wilkenburg mentioned something about some people not being in his class; indeed, three seats were empty; two seats in front of me, and the seat next to me. Serena, Jenny and Vanessa were missing, and I wondered if they were going to skip class. I hoped not, because I knew they needed a good score - missing a test wouldn't be good for their results. Jenny, who was sitting next to me, particularly needed the extra points. She was a smart girl, but she had been sick the first three weeks of school, and she had a lot of catching up to do. Just as the teacher wanted to hand out the test, the door opened, and in came the three girls, giggling. Their laughter subsided as they saw Mr. Wilkenburg already standing in front of class, and they all went to their seats. Serena and Vanessa unpacked their bags, and turned their heads to Jenny. I couldn't help to overhear their conversation; Jenny was right next to me, and they weren't really keeping their voice down either. "I told you that we should have left that bar sooner!" "Yeah, but it could be worse; the class didn't even start yet." "True, we made it in time. Although, I wish we had visited the bathroom before we came in." "Serena, you know we didn't have the time!" "I know, it's just that I have to pee now, that fifth beer is really hitting my bladder!" "Don't tell me about it! I have to..." Their chat was interrupted by Mr. Wilkenburg, who smashed his papers on Serena's and Vanessa's desk. Both girls turned around, and directly looked at the teachers face. Obviously, he wasn't very happy. "So you kids decided to come to my class three minutes late, without an excuse. Then, you act like nothing is wrong, and after that, you disturb my class with some gibberish gabberish blah blah blah?" Mr. Wilkenburg shook his head, and raised his voice. "Well, I've got a surprise for you, and it's a shiny new quiz. If I hear another word from you three youngsters, I'll fail you for this test. Do you understand?" Serena and Vanessa nodded, and Mr. Wilkenburg turned back around. "Ok class, I give you all thirty minutes, you better start working!" The class went absolutely quiet. I examined the paper, and it was printed front and back; it did seem like a lot of work. Fortunately I had studied on the subject yesterday; Mr. Wilkenburg always gave unannounced tests, and I had prepared. The questions didn't seem that hard, it was certainly doable. But my mind was distracted by the girls' conversation; did Serena really have to pee? Meh, it was probably nothing, girls say they have to pee all the time. Although, I knew that beer was going straight to your body, and five beers wasn't a little. I tried to get the thought out of my mind, and wrote down the first answer. Ten minutes passed and I was in the middle of my test; I would definitely make it. I was paying less attention to my papers though; Serena's movements were distracting me from work. Her shoulders were constantly moving from left to right, and she was shifting on her seat. I could literally hear her breathe, and her respiration was trembling. So she had told the truth; she really had to pee. I glanced at her papers, and I saw that she was in the middle of the front of her examination. Her natural need was diverting her from her test, I guess. She was biting on the tip of her ballpoint pen, and her left arm was below the desk. I was behind her, so I couldn't see what her hand was doing there, but I think she was holding herself. Her shoe was tapping on the foot railing of her stool, and she was wiggling with her legs. Serena probably had to make an effort to keep her bladder shut, so that she could work on her test. I felt my cock grow in my boxers, but I still had half of a test to complete, so I turned my paper and started reading again. I was keeping half an eye on Serena though, so I immediately noticed that she raised her hand, two minutes later, while still keeping her left hand between her legs. "Yes, Serena?" "Can I go to the toilet, sir?" "Sure you can, but after you finish your test." "But..." Serena doubted. "I really need to go, can't I go now?" "You can go as soon as you hand in your papers. You understand that I can't let you go before; what if you hid your notes in the bathroom, and go take a look at them now? I'm sorry Serena, but I can't take that risk." Serena sighed, crossed her legs and started bouncing in her seat. Was that just to make it more obvious to the teacher that she had to go, or was that movement necessary to hold her pee inside her? I'm not sure. She wrote down something, and her hand slipped between her legs again. For the next three minutes, she didn't write down anything, she just sat in her seat, bouncing up and down. She wasn't the only one who couldn't sit still, though. Vanessa was also waving with her thighs, and Jenny had her legs tightly crossed. Could it be that they all needed to urinate? It was certainly possible; five beers could fill up a poor girl's bladder in no time. But Serena needed relief the most. She wrote something down, scratched her words, and bit on her pen again. I knew what her problem was; her bladder was demanding her attention, and she couldn't think straight anymore. I'm sure she was desperately thinking about the bathroom at the moment, but she also probably realised what was at stake - if she failed for this test, there was a big chance that she would fail for the class too, and that was a risk she couldn't take. I saw that she was trying to concentrate on the test, but I knew that she couldn't think straight anymore. Serena wrote an answer down, almost unreadable and probably wrong, and shoved off her seat. Her pen was ticking on her desktop, and she was doing a small pee-pee dance behind her desk. The teacher couldn't see that she was standing up, because the desk was secluded, but I could see her, right under my nose, moving with her ass, and pressing her hand onto her crotch. She wrote another thing down, dropped her pen, and pushed her right hand also between her legs. She grabbed her paper, and rushed to the front of the class. The backside of her test was still empty, and I'm sure the front wasn't perfect either - she would probably fail. I suppose she realised she couldn't finish the test AND keep her panties dry. She closed the door with a big slam, and started running to the bathroom. I don't know what happened next, but my imagination was running wild. All I know is that five minutes later, she silently entered the classroom again, completely dry. Serena had made it. Moments later I finished my test. I glanced at my watch; five more minutes left. Vanessa was still bouncing in her chair, but since I had a much better view at Jenny's legs, I forgot about Vanessa and started gazing at the pretty girl who was sitting right next to me. Yes, Jenny was a pretty girl - I would even say she was the hottest girl of our class, but my image of Jenny was probably influenced by the feelings I had for her. Her legs were still tightly crossed, but the rest of her body was also making small movements; I could tell that she had trouble sitting still by now, and her situation would only get worse. She was writing her answers down with her right hand, and her left hand was squeezed between her thighs. She was wearing my favourite clothing of her; a short tight blue skirt that covered half of her upper leg, and a flimsy white top. I could see the lines of her bra trough the delicate fabric, and the top didn't conceal the shape of her breasts either. I couldn't help to notice again that Jenny had a great looking bosom - considering her thin figure, the size of her breasts was rather large. Jenny was writing down an awful lot of words and she had two more questions to go; she could certainly do this in five minutes. She seemed determined to finish her test no matter how full her bladder was; her increasing pee need slowed her down, but it didn't stop her. I could see that she had studied too - her answers were very detailed and correct. Her skirt was ridden up because of all the shuffling with her butt, and I could see a little more leg than usual. I tried to gaze at her legs as discretely as possible and I hoped the teacher wouldn't notice. I had always found the image of a girl, desperately squirming in need for a pee very sexy, and now it was happening right next to me. Even better; the girl involved was one of the prettiest girls I knew! I felt my cock pressing against my jeans, and I tried not to get too excited. I felt sorry for the fact that I enjoyed Jenny's suffering, after all she was a good friend of mine and I didn't want her to hurt herself. But I just couldn't help it; the image of a girl wriggling, desperately trying to hold her pee back, was too exciting. Jenny finished the last question but one, and put her pen down. I saw her staring at the closed class door, and I wondered what went trough her mind right now. How desperate was she really? Could she last until the end of the test, or was she too close to wetting herself? But it was just one more question! What she going to run to the bathroom, or would she wait? I assume that she was asking herself the same questions, and I assume that she wasn't sure either. Jenny sighed, and I saw her hand slowly sliding up her leg, touching her private parts with her fingers. My heart raced, and I noticed how my cock grew a centimetre, making a notable bulge in my pants. I hoped no-one would notice, but I couldn't stop staring at Jenny. Her arm lifted her skirt a bit and I could see her bare legs, which were exposed to me, trembling together with the rest of her body. On top of that, I saw her fingers poking under her skirt, touching her most sensitive parts! I caught a quick glimpse of her white panties, but I couldn't see them in full glory - at least, not yet. Jenny sighed again and pulled her skirt back down, and she tried to concentrate on the last question. Two more minutes to go. It seemed like she got herself under control again, but she couldn't find the answer to the question. Didn't she know, or was she too distracted? I wanted to help her, but... "Jake! Would you mind looking at your own papers?" Mr. Wilkenburg had noticed that I was staring at Jenny instead of my test for the last five minutes, and he probably thought I was cheating. I turned my head, and pretended to write something down; it would probably be for the best to keep my head down. It was not until Mr. Wilkenburg said the test was over, that I dared to look back at Jenny. Her hand was between her legs again, and the last question was still unresolved. There was a bit of rumour in the class, and I leaned over to Jenny and whispered: "Sodium chloride, you are looking for sodium chloride." Jenny smiled, wrote the answer down, and put her pen down. Just as she did that, I heard Vanessa asking with her hand up: "S... Sir, can I go to the bathroom now?" "What? The second one already, and it's just past lunch time? Ok well, yes you can go. Make it quick!" Vanessa jumped off her chair, and made a dash for the loo. She didn't even close the door behind her, she just ran off. I guess she really had to go! Vanessa wasn't out yet, as Jenny turned in her papers, and lifted her arm too. "Yes, Jenny?" Mr. Wilkenburg answered immediately, as he was still looking in our direction. "Can I go too?" "Go to where?" "The bathroom, can I go?" Jenny sounded impatient, and she jumped off her stool already, before getting the teachers permission. "I'm sorry Jenny, but I don't want you two kids chatting in the hallway. You can go when Vanessa is back." Jenny sighed, disappointed, and went back to her stool. I asked what happened. "Well we went drinking in our lunch break, and we forgot about time so we were almost too late for class! There was no time left for a bathroom visit, and I really need a pee now! I hope Vanessa will be back soon!" "I'm sure she will." Our little conversation halted as Mr. Wilkenburg started his lecture. Jenny obviously had to make a big effort to hold her pee inside her tortured belly at this moment. She was sitting on the very edge of her seat, with her legs crossed and her two hands between her thighs, bumping up and down. Her bladder must have been really full by now, and I was amazed she could still hold it back; it was definitely an emergency. Jenny breathed heavily, and all she could do was staring at the door; the door of a class she wasn't allowed to leave. I assume that the pressure in her bladder must have been enormous, but she was probably a bit intoxicated by the alcohol; maybe the intoxication was easing the pain a bit. A minute passed, and Jenny raised her arm again. "Jenny?" "Sir, I really have to pee, can't I go to the bathroom?" "I told you, you can go when Vanessa is back!" "But..." "Miss, it's only just past lunch time. I'm sure you can hold it for three more minutes?" Jenny lowered her arm again, and Mr. Wilkenburg continued his lecture. I was upset that the teacher ignored Jenny's request like that, but I was also intrigued; what would Jenny do? It was clear to me that she was absolutely bursting, and I knew her bladder would fill up even more - there's no way she could hold five beers in her body. Jenny uncrossed her legs and started waving with her knees while jamming her fingers onto her crotch. I thought about the teacher's words. Could she hold it until Vanessa was back? Another three minutes? Maybe more? It didn't look like she could; her movements were so intense, her breath sounded so desperate. But off course I wasn't sure how full she really was. Jenny's skirt totally rode up her legs, and I could even see her panties now. Her fingers were pressing against the fabric of her panties, pushing it between her lips, and I could see her complete pubic mound, bouncing up and down. I noticed how thin the fabric of her panties was, and I knew that it wouldn't be able to hold any fluid. Jenny raised her hand once again. "Sir, can I go now?" "You know the answer, Jenny. Now pay attention!" Jenny pushed her fingers even deeper between her lips, probably holding her pee with the tip of her fingers, blocking her pee hole. I remembered from previous personal experiences, that when I was bursting for a pee, holding my cock was always my very last resort - and I assumed pressing between the lips was the female equivalent of that. It looked like she was truly pushing her limits, doing everything she could to hold her pee back. Why didn't she rush to the bathroom, I mean; there was always the option to ignore the teacher, right, especially if she was really that desperate? Ok yes, maybe Jenny was a bit shy, but I'm sure she was not THAT shy. Two possible explanations popped up in my head: A. The alcohol had influenced the functioning of her mind and the sensing of her bladder; she thought she could hold it while in fact she was on the verge of wetting herself, or B. The alcohol had made her energetic, and she was just overacting; she didn't have to go that bad, it was the liquor that made her move around. Either way, it was a great show for me. I was constantly staring at Jenny's legs, but she didn't notice; I guess she was too occupied by her own problems. She closed her eyes, moved with her legs, and she kept looking at the class door, waiting for Vanessa to arrive. Jenny was really pulling out all the stops to keep her bladder shut. She moaned and closed her legs for a second, blocking my view, but it was nothing; Jenny went back to her usual pee hole clenching. Two more minutes passed and Jenny was still sitting down, pressing both hands on her crotch now, and constantly opening and closing her legs. It's like she had a pattern for holding her pee inside her; first she would close her legs, then lean forward a bit, pushing her fingers between her lips with great force, shove to the edge of her seat at the same time, then lean backward, open her legs while still touching herself, then bump up and down, and then close her legs again. She was 'performing' so regular, that it looked like a studied exercise; almost as if holding her pee was a hobby of hers. Subtle movements gave her away though; an uncontrolled kick of her leg, a long moan - I was almost sure that her bladder was absolutely full and the pee was on the borderline of her sensitive parts. But she could hold it, apparently. I was totally amazed that she could; a normal girl would have ran off to the bathroom, but Jenny didn't. Did she like to hold herself like that, flirting with her limits? I had no idea, but she was pretty good at it, that's for sure. I kind of hoped that Vanessa would stay out a little longer, just to see what Jenny would do. Because I knew that more beer would arrive in her bladder soon; there's no way she could hold that. Would she... pee her panties, maybe? Maybe just a little? Maybe... But I'll never know the answer - the door opened, and Vanessa came in, as quietly as possible. Without even asking, Jenny jumped up, and walked to the front of the class, taking small steps to keep her legs close together. I stared at her as she moved trough the room. At first, she had removed her hands from between her legs, to make her pee need less obvious to the rest of the class, but I think she had a hard time doing that; just seconds later, her hands wandered off, back to her crotch. Obviously she didn't hold herself between the legs now, but she placed both hands on the front of her skirt instead. She moved slowly because of the tiny steps she was making, and I wasn't sure that this was really the right approach for her. Wouldn't it be more logical to race herself to the bathroom - running would mean being there faster - being there faster would mean less suffering for her, and would raise her chances to make it in time? Anyway that was just my reasoning; Jenny clearly had a different opinion on the matter. She passed Vanessa on her way to the class door, and the contrast between the two girls couldn't be any bigger; Vanessa was obviously relieved, smiling, casually walking with her hands in her pockets - while Jenny had the most painful expression in her face while fidgeting with her entire body, pushing her hands onto her crotch. If I didn't know any better I would swear that she would explode any second now, but she was already like this for more than five minutes, so... I wasn't sure. It took Jenny more than half a minute to reach the class door, but she was still dry and she was going to make it, I assumed. At the one hand I was happy for her; off course I didn't really want to wet herself in class - that would be too much of a humiliation. But at the other hand, well - now my enjoyable show was over. Jenny closed the door very slowly, probably holding herself between the legs again now that she was out of sight of the class. I glanced into the hallway, waiting until Jenny would be running along the class like her two friends did before - that would be the last time I would be able to see Jenny in her desperate condition, so I was thinking that I'd better enjoy it while it lasted. Interestingly enough, I was the only one in the class with a view on the hallway. Our class was divided into different levels of height, and because I was sitting at the last row I was sitting on the highest level - the only level which was high enough to be able to see trough the steep small windows between the class and the hallway. I stared trough the small window, waiting for Jenny to pass by, hoping to see her with both hands jammed on her crotch, desperately running towards the bathroom. But a few seconds passed, and I didn't see her racing past the window. I wondered what was happening. Was she maybe taking the staircase on the other side of the building? But I knew, and I knew Jenny knew, that it would be a big detour - and that was something she definitely wouldn't do in her condition. Did she wet her panties at the class door, maybe? That was the only part of the hallway I couldn't see, a pillar was blocking the view to that spot. Dammit! I almost gave up on the idea of seeing her in the hallway, but just as I turned my head, I saw Jenny walking in my direction. Her hands were indeed squished between her legs and she was touching her private parts passionately, even more openly than in class. But Jenny didn't run towards the bathroom, heck, she didn't even walk; her feet were shuffling on the floor, moving forward at the speed of a land turtle. I was puzzled. At this speed she would be at the bathroom in what, ten minutes? Why didn't she run faster? Then it hit me. Maybe she just wasn't able to run any faster... Jenny was unmistakably in big despair, biting her lip, shyly shaking her head, looking from left to right, probably to make sure no-one would see her... and then Jenny looked down. She froze, and jammed her hands on her private parts twice and hard, as she kept looking downwards. Again Jenny glimpsed left and glimpsed right. I was confused; what the hell was she doing? She removed her hands from between her legs, quickly pulled up her skirt while knocking and bending her knees together at the same time. She hastily glimpsed left and right again and gave her crotch another squeeze. I couldn't believe my eyes as she pulled down her white panties and crouched down simultaneously; she was going to pee here, in the hallway, three meters away from me! Immediately I could see why; her panties weren't even down yet, as a big torrent of pee escaped from her body. Wow. She must have been really full. Jenny didn't cover her privates and I could clearly see the flood coming from between her lips, spraying like a shower jet. Jenny opened her legs even more and I stared at her girlhood - I couldn't believe how amazing this view was. The waterfall kept running and pee splashed on the ground, producing a big long puddle on the tile floor. Jenny kept looking left and right to make sure no-one noticed here; fortunately for me she wasn't looking up! She looked between her legs herself now, watching the fluids spray out of her body, probably hoping she could end this pee soon; obviously she didn't want to get caught. The hallway was empty at the moment, but there was always the possibility of a teacher heading that way, or something like that. Jenny was nervous and grabbed her panties already, wanting to pull them up, but she wasn't done yet, not at all. Fifteen seconds and she was still wetting with full force, and it didn't look like she was empty yet. Again she glimpsed in both directions of the hallway, and she stretched her legs a bit; now she was peeing almost entirely standing up. I could see the torrent of pee hitting her panties multiple times in this position, and she changed her mind again; she crouched down like before, and let her pee flow freely. After another ten seconds the stream of pee finally slowed down a bit, and Jenny pressed her legs together, stopping the flow, and pulled her panties up back again. But the fabric wasn't even touching her vulva yet, as I saw another wet yet shooting from between her lips. Jenny crouched down again, and released several last spurts of pee, while feeling her panties. I could see them glistering, and knew that Jenny had wet her panties a little. Her bladder was probably too tortured to keep the last drops of pee inside her; she had to empty herself entirely. She did, and then pulled up her panties for the last time. After that she walked back to class, entered the room like nothing happened, and went back to her seat. She was smiling, and I think she didn't regret what she did out there. I wanted to tell her how sexy she was, but fortunately I kept my mouth shut; nothing good could come out of that. "What did I miss?" she asked instead, and I didn't know what to answer; I had forgotten about class. "Umm... not much", I answered, as neutral as possible. "Are... you alright?" "I'm fine", said Jenny politely, smiling. She went back to paying attention to class, and I pretended to do the same. But I don't have to tell you that I couldn't concentrate on class anymore. All I could think about was the image of Jenny crouching down in the hallway, pee flowing out of her body... THE END
Sadly, of all the members of this site, and of all the fans of Omorashi I have met, I have yet to meet one that likes Bittersweet Candy Bowl, at least to my knowledge. I'm sure they're out there, and I've decided it was high time to put a story out there. So without further ago, The Feline Hangover, a Bittersweet Candy Bowl Fanfiction. By the way, if you hadn't guessed it by the name, and you haven't read the comic, they're all cats. Upon the eve of a new morning, a rather late one at that, Lucy opened her pale blue eyes, only to be greeted by the harsh sun pouring in through the blinds on her windows. At first, she found it hard for her eyes to focus, even if the blinds were keeping out most of the light. Between her headache, and the loud snores of the unwitting Korat lying asleep without a pillow next to her, she found herself with quite the hangover. It was at that moment everything began to sink in. There she was, lying in bed with Mike. A wave of panic ran over her, and her mind began to race. She wasn’t having any more trouble with her eyes, but her headache hadn’t gone anywhere. Fortunately, the wave of panic quickly washed away as her memories returned. Although she remembered little of the prior night, she now knew that she and Mike hadn’t done anything. The situation seemed but a blur to her, although he was nowhere to be found. All she remembered was that in her families absence someone took it upon themselves to throw a party at her house, not giving her much choice in the matter. Attempting to salvage the little bit of time away from family that she had, she tried to enjoy it. She figured having fun for once wasn’t a crime. Of course somewhere along the lines everyone ended up drunk, whether through peer pressure or spiked punch; everyone was quite ‘under the influence’. Such a situation seemed so much like her life. Of course she had no time to be depressed about the irony that was her life, because she quickly became aware of another feeling. She could feel a peculiar bit of dampness around her waist and legs. She wanted to believe it was sweat; if only life could be so merciful. With that wave of panic she had felt prior returning, almost like the tide does upon the wake of a Tsunami, she slowly lifted the blanket. To her horror, she saw a large stain around her waist, confirming that she had indeed wet the bed. Typically, an event such as this would have sucked quite hard and left her worried, but with Mike stretched out next to her, and her bed sheets quite sodden, the English language failed to properly define a word with enough emotion to describe her feelings at that time. The only word that came close to manifesting her feelings was the word she happened to whisper to herself at that time, ‘Fuck‘. She quickly crawled out of the bed, practicing a certain amount of finesse to keep from waking up the sleeping lion that lay upon her bed, and she headed for the bathroom. As she made the trip across her room to her safe house of sorts, she prayed Mike would sleep a little longer, at least until she could clean up the uncomfortable feeling of wetness on her fur, and hopefully come up with a plan, or a miracle. She entered the bathroom and quietly, yet swiftly, closed the door. She grabbed the end of her toilet paper and began to wrap it around her fist, until breaking it off. She used this to clean the damp fur that covered her legs and butt. Sadly, this did little and she knew that it was only temporary. She was going to need a shower, and with time a serious obstacle, she needed to act fast. After performing her makeshift method of cleaning up, she threw the wet toilet paper into the garbage, and left her bathroom. Luckily, Mike was still sound asleep, and it didn’t seem like anything would disturb him. Of course this didn’t make Lucy any more comfortable with the situation because she was at a loss with what to do. She stood there with her hands brought up to her chest in anxious anticipation, as she watched Mike sleep. He seemed like the calm before the storm. She wanted to think Mike was predictable, and would be instinctively caring and supportive of the situation if, God forbid, he woke up, but she knew she couldn’t count on it. Plus, even if he was nice about it she wasn’t completely comfortable with him seeing this anyway. This was a secret she wanted dead and buried. With time running thin, and her patience beginning to dissolve, Lucy had hatched a plan that was truly sinister, and a bit of a stretch, but it had hopes of success all the same. As bad as it made Lucy feel to do this to the unsuspecting cat asleep on her bed that had helped her so many times before, it was a do or die world and she surely wasn’t going to die here (of embarrassment). She slowly, but surely, made her way over to where Mike lay. She whispered to him, asking him if he was awake, granted a bit of an absurd action given the heaviness in which he was snoring, but all the same she felt as though she needed to be sure. So with much deliberation, and little confidence, she put both hands on the side of the sleeping feline and began to roll him over. It wasn’t until she attempted to do this that she realized how difficult flipping him over was to do, let alone subtly. She was almost positive that if she if she went all the way, that he would certainly wake up, but it was all or nothing, so she mustered up her strength and her courage and she finished rolling him over. It wasn’t a perfect position with him halfway on her side and half way in the middle, not to mention him lying face down on the mattress, but he hadn’t woken up and that’s all that matters. She knew that she had to do something about his head before this back fired, so she gently kept it suspended as she did her best to grab her thinnest pillow. She slid the pillow underneath his head, praying he didn’t wake up now, at probably the worst moment possible, and she gently placed it sideways on the pillow. She wasn’t sure if it was the change in positions, him getting restless, or if it was just coincidence, but Mike’s snoring had slowed down quite a bit, and she didn’t want to stick around to find out. So she quickly made her way for her bathroom, closed the door, and began taking a much needed hot shower. Upon hearing the running water, Mike opened his green eyes. He blinked a few times doing his best to get adjusted to the light pouring in through the windows, and the pounding headache lodged right behind his eyes. He began to push himself up; out of the uncomfortable position he was it, taking in his surroundings. He realized he was in Lucy’s room. He remembered the party from last night, although he wasn’t quite sure what series of events had led up to them sharing a bed and not actually doing anything sexual, he was just glad he didn’t do something he would have regretted. It was at that moment he noticed something, a peculiar little feeling around his waist and one of his legs. He quickly began to panic at the thought that he must have had a wet dream in Lucy’s bed! He prayed that she hadn’t noticed, and it wasn’t the cause of her shower, but quickly his feelings changed. He was quickly overwhelmed with his own tsunami of fright, as he became aware of the fact it wasn’t a wet dream at all, but in reality a wet bed. He seemed almost in shock at the belief that he could have peed in Lucy’s bed. Of all the places, of all the times! He quickly got out of the bed, panicking and not knowing what to do. All he could do was stand in horror at the mess he had made, and wait for Lucy to come from her shower to witness it. If only he could have ran, or cleaned up, or something. As Mike stood there staring at the stain, he began to become desperate. He didn’t know what Lucy would do if she found out about this. He actually couldn’t be sure if she already knew. All he knew is he needed a plan. He didn’t know what, or how, but something needed to be done and quickly. I hope you enjoyed the story. Criticism and comments are all very welcome. Oh, and please inform me of any grammar/spelling related mistakes. It is much appreciated. If you are interested in reading the actual comic, although there is no Omorashi content, feel free to search it, or click here! Edited January 31, 2011 by Meowth Fixed some minor grammar errors (see edit history)
As you probably saw in the Topic Description this is but another fan-fiction involving Bittersweet Candy Bowl. Since later certain aspects of this story may become obsolete as the actual storyline for the comic progresses, it's worth mentioning this was written in midst of Chapter 63. This story definitely has more omorashi content than Feline Hangover did as well. Enjoy! It had been a long week of school; or rather couple months of school. Semester exams had just come to an end and Daisy was more than ready for a three day weekend with no homework. The part about no homework was especially nice since the massive amount she got from her advanced classes had a nasty way of taking any free time she had left after extracurricular activities, her friends, and Abbey. Regardless, this week was all to herself. For the first time in forever she actually had free time, and this meant no studying, no school, and no people. Well, maybe people, but not today. Today she was just going to sit around, and let her mind stagnant. After adopting the attitude ‘No reason to try; no reason to care’, she appropriately grabbed herself a non-diet soda (she was feeling crazy) and plopped down in front of the living room television and attempted to lose herself in the life of America’s favorite Hispanic TV family. After spending around half an hour watching the sitcom, she then noticed the line up for the night. Another episode of this, an hour of what was basically the same family except white, and then another hour of what was once again the same family, but black. With that, she decided that maybe TV wasn’t the best idea. So she quickly finished off her soda, grabbed a glass of water, and headed up to her room. With the dim light of her desk lamp illuminating her room with a pale orange glow, she sat at the foot of her bed, lost. With the depression of boredom beginning to set in, and the thoughts of doubt that she feared so much creeping in, she found herself desperate to think of something to do. She thought about going to talk to her dad, but she didn’t know what to say. She thought about calling Abbey, but they had been talking all week. She thought about calling one of her friends but she figured that they probably had something more useful to do with their time, unlike her. So she sat there, staring at her hands, contemplating the void that was her life when she had free time. After becoming increasingly desperate for something to do, she found her hand beginning to take on a mind of its own as it slowly rubbed the fur in between her legs. As her hand began to creep more and more around the walls of her womanhood, and her fingers began to penetrate the surface, she was becoming increasingly relaxed. She felt herself about to lie down and let things happen as they would, but she was interrupted by the opening of her door. Quickly jerking her hand from her privates to her thigh, she looked up to see who had opened the door with a worried expression. “Hey, what are you up to in here?” Daisy’s mom asked a little suspicious at her daughter’s tense posture. “Oh uh, nothing mom, just trying to think of something to do,” Daisy said trying to muster up an innocent smile. “Hmm, well, I just wanted to let you know I’m home. Oh, and I wanted to ask you… You have a 3 day weekend, right?” Daisy managed a nod and a nervous “Yeah.” “Ok, well, try not to have too much fun in here. Love you.” Her mom said with a smile closing the door. “Love you too, mom.” Daisy simply sat there in shock, hoping against all odds her mother hadn’t realized what she had been doing. With her mother now out of the room, Daisy now found herself in the same place she was in before. She thought about getting up to the lock door, and then continuing what she had been interrupted doing before, but the feeling was gone. Now just wanting to get the prior encounter with her mother of her head, she feverishly looked around her room, hoping to find something that might distract her. Luckily, she saw something on her desk that might suffice. It was a book she had gotten from the library on recommendation. Maybe not the most mind numbing of activities, but she didn’t care. She was bored out of her mind and needed to do something. She picked up the book and read the summary. It was some romance with vampires. Not exactly her description of the ideal book, but it was better than nothing. Who knew, maybe it would be decent. So she laid down on her bed, cracked open the book, and took a big drink of water. At first the book seemed rather drab. A depressing girl, in a depressing place, with frequently depressing weather, but as she got deeper into it she found it to be much more interesting then she had previously thought. Normally, Daisy found most romance novels made for kids to be cheesy and poorly written, but the longer she read it, the more she found herself captivated by the superhuman love of the vampire. So much so that even the call of nature steadily creeping up on her was second priority to reading. In order to better enjoy her experience Daisy decided to really get comfortable by changing into her PJ’s. So doing her best to read and change at the same time, she slipped on a long black t-shirt that came down to about her thighs and she went and lay back down. As minutes became hours, and pages became chapters, Daisy found herself in a state of unrest. With both knees in the air, and both legs smashed together, she lay reading on her bed, while she quickly, yet subtly, bounced to help fight off the growing urge to urinate. Daisy had often found herself getting sucked into books, but it had been awhile since she had been this interested in one. She seemed to have an unexplainable attachment to the characters and she absolutely couldn’t wait to find out what was going to happen next, even if that meant holding it in for just a few more pages. As time continued to pass, Daisy’s desperation grew. She had begun to press her shirt into her privates, hoping to suppress the urge, but it only provided little relief. It wasn’t long until she found herself sitting at the side her bed, one hand holding up the book, and the other clutching her shirt mashed in between her legs. Daisy was slowly beginning to reach her limit, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on, but the book was still on the forefront of her mind. If only she could finish up this segments, if only she could figure out what was going to happen. If only she could get some kind of closure before making a mad dash for the toilet. Unfortunately for Daisy, there was no ‘closure’ in sight, so she simply did her best to hold it like she had been doing for hours. Within minutes Daisy found herself on her feet, and while the positions of her hands had changed little, her legs were now shifting back and forth with great haste, and little subtly. She could feel the pressure pushing down, trying to escape, but as much as she longed to let nature have its way, she couldn’t let that happen. Of course Daisy also recognized that she wasn’t going to be able to will off nature much longer, let alone until the end of the book. So she kept reading, hoping for a good point to go out on, but at this point, her reading speed had been reduced quite significantly due to the distraction of her bladder, her shaking legs, and her erratically bouncing body. Finally, Daisy reached her limit. She could feel the urine about to explode out of her and she knew that if she didn’t go then, that she was going to go there, whether she liked it or not. So in a rapid haste, she set the book down on her bed with it ready to be quickly resumed, and she made a mad dash for the restroom. Using both hands (and no shame) to help hold in the inevitable torrent of urine, she made it to the bathroom door completely dry, but things were about to change. After messing with the doorknob, she realized it was locked, and she knew that she was only a few mere seconds from wetting herself. She knocked on the door as she continued to dance with desperation, praying the person inside would be swift. To her disheartenment, she was told “Just a minute!” by none other than her dad. Daisy began to panic. Now with her legs locked, and not moving a muscle, she looked around feverishly for something, anything that could help her. Unfortunately, she was too late. The pressure became too much for the poor girl and she felt a bit of urine pour out, drenching the fur around her upper thighs. It wasn’t long until that bit of urine became a stream, and she had completely lost control of her bladder. With a soft hissing sound echoing in the quiet hallway, mixing with the sound of Daisy’s stifled sobs, the urine soaked her fur as it ran down her slender legs, eventually making a puddle on the floor. Daisy watched, with tears in her eyes, as the river of urine left her body. She felt like a four year old. She spent so much time studying and trying to better herself yet here she was unable to keep from having an accident. When she had finally stopped wetting herself, she quickly ran to her room. She was in no mood to see the look on her dads face, or anyone’s face, when they saw the floor. So she simply sat at her desk and cried. Within minutes, she heard knocking at her door, and with weary eyes, she looked up. “Who is it?” Daisy asked with tone that reflected her crying. “It’s just me” Her mom’s sweet voice rang back. She didn’t sound angry, but Daisy now knew it was just another person who knew about her accident besides her dad. “What is it?” Daisy asked slightly agitated by the situation. “I was just wondering if you’re all right.” Her mom replied. “… Yeah, I’m alright.” Daisy said with a sniffle. “Is it alright if I come in?” Her mom asked. “Yeah, you can come in.” Daisy said back to her, part of her wanting to be left alone, but another part of her thankful for the support. When her mom walked in the room, she went over to Daisy and asked if she was sure she was alright. With a pained sigh Daisy told her she would be okay, and that she would go out there and clean up now if she wanted. Daisy’s mom simply told her to get in the shower and get cleaned up and that she would take care of the mess. With a slight smile, and a quick hug, Daisy hopped in the shower, to wash away not only the urine on her fur, but the memories of this evening. At least she had more book to look forward too. Please inform me of any grammar/spelling related errors so I may fix them. All comments and criticisms are welcome.
"Well that's it." I said triumphantly after finishing my marathon reading of one of my favorite novels. Unfortunately when i get into reading one of these things i lose track of nearly everything around me, and that includes bodily functions. Most suddenly i became aware of a large weight in my stomach. I'd been reading since about midnight, and from the looks of the sun peeking through my window blinds i gauged it to be somewhere around 6:30. (it should be noted this was a period of my life where my sleep schedule was very erratic if i even slept at all) "Wow, i can't even remember the last time i had a pee." I thought to myself as I got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom on the side of the house, but then as i was about to turn the handle i heard the sound of the shower come on. The initial sound caused my stomach to twinge in pain as the need worsened. "Hey, who's in there?" "I'm getting ready for school!" My sisters shout came back at me. "Argh, this isn't good, i know how long she takes in there." I thought frantically as the pressure which was just sitting began to tighten, causing my you know what to become harder as a line of defense to hold it all in. I walked quickly out to the kitchen, trying to find a place to go when i noticed the sink. I looked down the hall in the direction of the bathroom, then back again at the empty sink. "Ah heck, why not?" I thought as i stepped up to the sink and pulled my semi hard dick out. I aimed toward the drain but couldn't start. "Dangit, I'm too hard." I rubbed and squeezed it a bit, trying to get it to loosen up, finally, with a little more coaxing, the floodgates opened. "Ahhhh, that feels good." Pee streamed from me with incredible force, but the feeling of heaviness in my bladder wasn't letting up. After 15 seconds of going, I heard a familiar and dreaded sound. "Ack! not now!" There was the sound of jingling keys and the door creaking open, I knew it was my mom returning from the midnight shift, and she was probably headed straight for the kitchen. I quickly mustered up my strength and stemmed the flow, and stuffed it back down in my pants. "Oi, morning Rock, what's up? Wasn't expecting you up and about at this hour." I managed a hasty greeting as i speedily went back to my room and shut my door. I clutched myself down through my shorts, as my penis screamed at me to allow it to release. I started digging through the trash looking for something, anything that i could use. "Ah ha! this is perfect." I thought as i found an empty mountain dew bottle, luckily there were still two in my room from the last time some friends stayed over. I hastily pulled my dick out aimed and began to fill the bottle. "Whew, almost lost it there." The first bottle was filling fast as, the sound of splashing heavily echoing from its top. I let my penis hang freely as i picked up the next bottle to make the switch. Finally the first bottle filled, i clenched yet again to stop long enough to put the second bottle under, but accidently let go too soon causing some to splatter the carpet before i had it aimed into the second. "Crud, just how long can this pee go on?" I thought as i heard my mom yell for me, the second was 3/4 full and showing no signs of stopping. "Not again!" I yelled to myself as i stopped the pee. "Are you alright? you barely said anything to me." "I'm fine mom, actually I think I'm going out to play in the woods." I figured at least outside no one would interrupt me as I still felt rather full. "Ok, keep your phone on you." "Right" I put shoes on and dashed out into the woods. After I was a good distance away from the houses I found a good tree and stepped up to it, once again I unzipped pulled my cock out and let loose. I sighed heavily as my pee trickled out onto the ground. "Finally, this has been a nightmare." I muttered to myself as i relaxed and looked up at the tree. "whatcha doin?" "going to the bathroom, what's it look likeeeeeEEEYYYYAAAAHHHHH!" I jumped as i realized the voice had come from a little girl who was peeking around from behind the tree. "ohhh, but there's no potty here." She said in a tiny voice, it was then that i realized she was staring right at my still going penis. I whirled around and tried to stop, but no good, my tired bladder couldn't take it anymore. "My mommy says you should always use the potty, you're bad, I'm telling!" The girl yelled at me as she turned around and ran towards the houses. "Oh crap, this can't end well, why won't this stupid pee end already???" beep beep beep beep beep "What the heck is that?" I thought as the world around me began fading, and all at once my eyes lept open to reveal my room. I had fallen asleep reading. "Oh... just a dream huh? No wonder there was such a strange series of events." I rolled over and placed a hand on my alarm clock to silence it, and brought my hands up to wipe my eyes as i felt familiar feeling down below. I had a serious hard on but that wasn't going to hold up for long. "Wow, now i really have to go!" I dashed out of my room and bumped into my sister as she was heading to the bathroom. "Hey watch it will ya!" She yelled, "Nope, this is not happening again!" I retaliated as i slammed the door shut, walked over to the toilet, pulled out my semi morning wood afflicted dick and proceeded to a massive pee. I peed for what seemed like forever even though it was probably just over a minute. Finally the pee trickled off and I sighed at the profound relief it brought. "Ahhhhh, about time, that's so much better..." After i stepped out my sister remarked "What do you mean happening again?" "Nothing, it's a long story." I said as i walked back to my room. End
Naruto-Test of Desperation Warnings- Contains Wetting, Desperation, and Partial Nudity Disclaimer-I do not own Naruto, nor claim ownership to any of the ideas, characters, or themes of the series. Author's Note- This is one of the first stories I have written that I am actually going to post. I ask for constructive criticism in your posts rather than flaming and just responding with a "This story is bad and you should feel bad". Not a ton of action in chapter one so forgive me for the excessive plot buildup, however I hope it is still enjoyable. Chapter 2 will be finished shortly. Chapter 1- The sun was slowly beginning to set early that evening in the leaf village and Tsunade of the legendary sannin gave a sad chuckle as she finished tying the last of the 4 messages to the messenger bird’s legs. Dismissing the birds they swiftly took flight each heading in a separate direction with 4 letters to some of the top upcoming kunoichis of the village. Each holding a note reading, “Emergency Mission Report to Hokage office immediately.” Tsunade only needed to wait a few minutes before the four Kunoichi arrived in her office each wondering what the extremely important mission could be. Tsunade stood and looked at the four, Sakura, Ino, Tenten, and Hinata. Each wore their normal ninja uniforms and appeared ready for the mission, “Ok girls the reason I summoned you all here tonight is actually very good.” Tsunade said with a smile. The girls all looked at her confused waiting for her to continue. “The other ninja and I have all concluded that the four of you through hard work, dedication, determination, and skill are ready to be promoted to the rank of Jonin and lead your own squads.” Tsunade said earning cheers and gasps from all four of the girls. “Ok now follow me I think a little time for celebration is in order.” Tsunade said and waved for the girls to follow her. They walked through the building following Tsunade as she led them for several minutes until they reached a steel door at the end of a long hallway. Tsunade walked to the door and pulled out a key and unlocked it. “What are we doing here Lady Tsunade?” Sakura asked. “I thought this was a combat practice area?” she said in complete confusion. “Yes I apologize however under the circumstances and short notice this was the best we could do, but I believe you will still find it enjoyable.” Tsunade laughed. Then she swung open the door, the four girls mouths hung open in shock in the middle of the room a huge table with four chairs around it had been prepared, and the table was completely filled with every food and drink the girls could imagine. Every type of meat or fish or vegetable was prepared to perfection along with hundreds of bottles of wine, soda, sake, and water. “Enjoy girls; this is your celebration feast!” Tsunade said. The girls all cheered and rushed inside to the feast. They all filled their plates with all their favorite foods and enjoyed all of their favorite drinks and laughed and talked happily. After a few hours the girls all sat back in their chairs immensely full and very happy. However after a minute or two they noticed that they were alone in the room. “Where did Lady Tsunade go?” Tenten asked. None of the girls knew where the Hokage had gone or even noticed her leave. “Well she’ll come back in a bit, maybe she went to the little girl’s room for a bit and we didn’t notice.” Ino said laughing. “As a matter of fact I think I’ll join her after all that sake I could use a good pee.” She joked and stood and walked to the door. She turned the handle and pushed but with no results. She tried again pushing harder but the door didn’t move. “Hey guys I think Lady Tsunade accidently locked the door.” Ino said to the others. Before anyone could respond however a loud voice filled the room. “That was no accident Ino.” They looked around for the source and saw several speakers in the corners of the room. Suddenly the voice spoke again, “Up here please.” The girls looked around and near the ceiling saw a large glass window and standing behind was Lady Tsunade. “I hope you girls all enjoyed the feast, however now it’s time for your test.” Tsunade said through the microphone. “You have all been locked in that room and will remain there for however long it takes for the test to be completed.” She said. The girls all stared at her in shock. “What kind of test is this? All you did was give us a great dinner.” Tenten yelled. “Yes Tenten but that dinner is actually the key to your test.” Tsunade said with a laugh. This test has been held for many years in the leaf village for every kunoichi. Now it is time for one of you to complete this test and be promoted to Jonin, and yes I said only one because there will only be one winner in this game of ours.” Tsunade said. “You see the drinks you just had were all laced with special drugs I made myself; it won’t be long before you all begin feeling the effects of these drugs.” Tsunade said. “Are you kidding me?” Ino yelled in anger. “What kind of test requires you to drug us putting our lives in danger?” The other girls all yelled in agreement at the Hokage. “You misunderstand girls, these drugs will do no physical harm to any of you, however they are very necessary for this test.” Tsunade said grimly. “The drugs in the drinks you have consumed will act as powerful diuretics, in short within a few minutes all of you are going to feel the need to empty your bladders and trust me when I say that it will be quite urgent.” Tsunade said. “In this test you will all be locked in that room which I will add is enforced with steel walls meaning none of you will be able to escape until the test is over and I unlock the door. This test is made to test you on your endurance, determination, and willpower. In the ninja world you will find yourselves in extremely difficult situations every day not the least of which is needing to use the restroom in the middle of a mission or fight. The rules and objective for the test are simple, each of you will attempt to prevent any form of accident in your clothing, meaning if you pee in yourselves you will be eliminated and will not receive the promotion. The person who is able to go the longest without having an accident will be the winner and receive the promotion to Jonin.” Tsunade said. The girls stared at Tsunade in horror as she spoke realizing by the look on her face that she was being completely serious. “The only rules are that you may not physically harm or kill one another, you are allowed to attempt to force one another to have an accident, however not through physical harm, the only other rule is that I must ask you to remove all of your clothing except your underwear and place them on the table so that none of you will be able to hide it when you lose control.” Tsunade said. Almost immediately after she finished speaking all four girls erupted in anger and protest at the disgusting test, the use of the drugs, and being required to be in only their underwear the entire time of the test. However Tsunade would have no arguments and ordered with a shout that they comply with the rules. So Tenten, Sakura, Ino, and even Hinata all slowly stripped off their, ninja equipment and clothing placing them on the tables until they were all left standing in only their bras and panties. Sakura was standing with her arms crossed blushing a bit wearing a pink bra with matching pink boy short panties with white stripes, Ino was standing uncomfortably regretting her revealing choice of underwear that day as she wore a lacy black bra and a matching lacy black thong, Tenten was wearing a blue bra with matching blue bikini panties, and Hinata whose face was flushed scarlet and was mortified at being forced to strip in public, stood wearing a lacy purple bra and lacy purple boy short panties. After Tsunade saw that each girl had placed their clothing and equipment on the table she performed a few hand signs and the table of food, drinks, along with their clothes vanished in a cloud of smoke. Leaving the girls in the empty room in only their underwear. “Ok that’s it girls the contest starts now this is your chance to become a Jonin so I suggest you do whatever you can from staining those lovely panties of yours.” She said with a laugh and dimmed the lights in the small room so the girls couldn’t see her or the video screens focused on each girl for observation. With that the girls each looked at each other for a moment as the reality of the test began to hit them as each felt the drugs begin taking effect.
Naruto-Test of Desperation Warnings- Contains Wetting, Desperation, and Partial Nudity Disclaimer-I do not own Naruto, nor claim ownership to any of the ideas, characters, or themes of the series. Author's Note- Thank you for your patience, hope you enjoy the latest addition to the story. Again suggestions or ideas are welcome. Chapter 2- Sakura, Ino, Tenten, and Hinata all stood in the room silently, they could no longer see Tsunade in the viewing room, and each girl was trying to look at anything but each other out of embarrassment. Finally Tenten, not being able to stand the silence any longer awkwardly commented that she thought Sakura’s panties were cute. However her comment was met with further embarrassed silence until Ino went off on a rampage continuing to rant about the ridiculous test. “This is insane I mean the Hokage actually wants us to stand in this room for hours and hours until we pee ourselves?” Ino said angrily. “Sorry Ino but I am not gonna be having an accident any time soon, maybe you’re just mad because you’re already desperate and know you’re gonna lose?” Sakura said teasingly. “Shut up Sakura I don’t even need to go!” Ino yelled. “Oh yeah? Unless I’m mistaken you were just on your way to the toilet before Lady Tsunade announced the test. Just do us all a favor and don’t be too close when you soak yourself ok?” Sakura said mocking Ino. While Ino and Sakura continued arguing and Tenten attempted to make them stop, Hinata stood in a far corner of the room watching them. She was extremely shy and stripping down to her underwear was definitely pushing her limits, but being forced to go without the toilet for such a long time was beyond mortifying. Normally Hinata would never even mention to her team mates or family when she needed to pee and had even waited so long that she had leaked in her panties before. But standing in a room with three of her friends and the Hokage watching while she tried not to have an accident was beyond humiliating. Yet already she was feeling the drugs quickly affecting her system, she could feel a strong urge to pee and was trying to ignore the growing urge to shove a hand against her crotch. Hinata slowly moved away from the others not wanting them to notice her predicament, however Ino immediately noticed Hinata's shaking legs and was quick to comment. Hinata blushed in embarrassment as the 3 other girls turned to look at her but for the moment no one was making fun of her because they were beginning to experience similar urges. Ino was tapping her foot impatiently and occasionally squeezing her thighs together in obvious discomfort as her need to pee grew stronger. Tenten and Sakura were still comfortable for now neither were desperate however both could feel the urges growing. The girls sat around the room as time crawled by and each girl felt their bladders slowly filling. However it was Ino and Hinata having the most trouble. For Hinata the promotion to Jonin wasn’t in her mind at all, she simply wanted to avoid the humiliation of soaking her panties right in front of her friends. However she wasn’t so sure how long she could avoid it, she had been forced to press both of her hands against her crotch to contain the flood. It was like trying to prevent a overfilled water balloon from popping as she tried to ignore the stares of the others as she danced around helplessly occasionaly gasping in agony as her desperation grew. Ino watched Hinata and smirked knowing she was near her limit. However Ino wasn't that far from an accident either and knew if she didn’t do something she might not even be able to beat Hinata let alone Sakura and Tenten who still seemed completely calm, watching Hinata and her carefully wondering which of them would be the first to have an accident. Ino sat on the floor with her hands pressed against her crotch hoping the additional pressure would provide some relief. However her swollen bladder ached for release. “Man I have to go so bad, if this gets any worse not only will I fail the test but I’ll be the first one to fail, even before Hinata.” Ino thought in horror. Suddenly a thought came to her and with a smile she realized there was a way to win this. Though she hated what she had planned she knew she would never hear the end of it from Sakura if she was the very first one to fail the test. “Sorry Hinata but I’m not going to lose this contest.” Ino thought with a smile. Ino slowly turned and faced Hinata and quickly removed her hands from her crotch, though her desperation increased tremendously. She performed a few quick hand signs and then yelled “Mind Transfer Jutsu!” Her head and shoulders drooped and her hands fell to her sides as her consciousness sped from her body right towards Hinata. Hinata was frozen in place unable to avoid Ino’s jutsu in her desperate state. Hinata gasped as she felt Ino’s mind enter her and immediately Ino began fighting for control of Hinata’s body. Ino was shocked at first by how badly Hinata needed to go. It made her own desperation seem laughable compared to the torture Hinata was going through. “This will make my job a whole lot easier.” Ino thought. As she fought for control knowing if she could take over Hinata’s body completely she could then force Hinata to let go of her hold on her bladder, eliminating her from the contest. Hinata struggled against Ino and then with a gasp of horror she realized what Ino was trying to do. Already Ino was slowly moving Hinata’s hands away from her panties and Hinata felt her bladder's urge to let go. In a rage Hinata fought back madly against Ino refusing to allow her to force her to lose control. However Ino was still slowly forcing Hinata’s legs to spread and Hinata felt her bladder muscles begin loosening. Ino could almost taste victory as Hinata's legs continued spreading. Suddenly Ino stopped her battle with Hinata as a loud roar of laughter was heard from Sakura and Tenten. Ino quickly looked at them wondering if suddenly they had lost control however to her disappointment both girls appeared to be dry. “What on earth is wrong with them?” Ino thought in confusion. Then Sakura still laughing yelled “Hey Ino I think you forgot something over here!” She said pointing in the direction of Ino’s body. Ino quickly glanced over and immediately froze in shock. Her body was still slumped on the ground however now a large golden puddle was rapidly growing on the ground between her legs. She could see clearly the large stream still shooting through the thin lacy fabric of her thong and running down her thighs adding to the growing puddle. Ino stared at her body in horror as she continued watching herself have an accident. “Without my mind being there to force myself to hold it I lost control.” Ino thought numb from the shock of losing. Hinata quickly took advantage of Ino’s distraction and forcefully fought to remove Ino’s consciousness and end her jutsu. Ino no longer cared about making Hinata have an accident anymore; however she had no desire to return to her body which was now sitting in a large golden pool of pee. But Hinata had the upper hand and with a small gasp of effort she forced Ino out of her body and was freed from her control. Ino was sent hurtling back towards her body and as the jutsu ended she sat up quickly blushing bright red. She shuddered as she felt the cold air hit her soaking legs and crotch. She stood and backed away from the mess trying to ignore Sakura and Tenten’s laughter as pee continued to drip down her legs. Suddenly they all heard Tsunade turn on her microphone and immediately went silent. “Ino, unfortunately you have lost control and peed your panties. You have been eliminated from the test. Please remain in the room quietly until the test in over.” Tsunade said. The girls all watched as Ino quickly went into the furthest corner of the room from her accident and quickly sat down trying to ignore her soaked panties and legs. Hinata stood desperate and shaking in pain but somehow was still in control as she danced around trying not to add her own puddle to join Ino’s. Sakura and Tenten were no longer laughing as they both felt their desperation growing quickly. Watching Ino wet herself had definitely not helped matters for any of the girls. Now only Hinata, Sakura, and Tenten remained in the contest, with each girl wondering, who was next?
Hello guys at long last I am happy to bring you the third chapter in my little story. Before reading however, I am aware that many of you have been asking for updates for an extremely long time and for that I would like to apologize. Due to time constraints in real life I have simply been unable to dedicate any time to writing. There will be one more final chapter which I hope to have out in a reasonable amount of time though with my shaky history I obviously cannot guarantee this. As always constructive criticism is greatly appreciated as I know that my writing pales in comparison to some of the fantastic authors on this site and I am always looking to improve. Thanks everyone and I hope you enjoy Chapter 3! Chapter 3- The room was silent as the four girls waited, the minutes dragging by slowly for each of them. A red faced Ino remained seated away from the others trying to ignore the cold air wafting across her glistening thighs and soaked panties. Meanwhile Hinata, Sakura, and Tenten remained in the center of the room watching one another carefully for any tricks. Sakura and Tenten were still managing to control their urges fairly well, the only visible signs being nervously tapping their feet, pressing their thighs together, and an occasional look of discomfort in their eyes. Hinata’s situation had grown dire at this point; Ino’s mental assault had left the poor raven haired kunoichi trembling in agony as her bladder ached for release. Her legs were constantly twisting and turning, her hands buried in between her legs, and her face had erupted into a bright shade of red from strain and embarrassment. From years of being friends with them Hinata had known from the moment the test had begun that Sakura and Tenten would have an advantage. From long drawn out classes at the ninja academy, day long missions, to even simple girl’s nights out and sleepovers, the two girls had always amazed Hinata with their seemingly endless bladder strength. Unfortunately the young Hyuuga’s shy personality and weak bladder had been known to cause her to get into some rather desperate situations in the past, occasionally resulting in accidents. Her shy bladder struggles were a secret known only to Kurenai Sensei and the other three girls, and they had always done what they could to help her. She could still remember years ago during their academy days when Ino, Tenten, and Sakura had noticed her standing alone in a corner during recess squirming and grabbing her crotch. It was another day that Hinata had simply been too shy to ask a teacher for permission to go inside to use the restroom and was now on the verge of an accident. To make matters even worse Naruto of all people was approaching her seeming eager to talk to her. With Hinata only moments away from wetting herself in front of her crush the girls had sprung into action to save her. Ino and Tenten had both grabbed Hinata from under her arms and sprinted off into a nearby forest to shield her from view of their classmates as she began losing control. Meanwhile Sakura had jumped in front of Naruto and angrily made up some nonsense about him teasing her about her forehead and then gave him a punch that sent him flying across the grounds and knocked him unconscious before he could see anything. All four girls had ended up in detention that week, Hinata, Tenten, and Ino for skipping the rest of their classes while they helped Hinata change and Sakura for attacking Naruto. They had always been there to help her and she knew she could never thank them enough. However, Hinata knew that with a promotion to Jonin on the line, Sakura and Tenten were not going to be going easy on her. As Hinata was lost in her thoughts, her opponents were wasting no time. Sakura gave a small nod to Tenten and in an instant both girls vanished in flashes of light and smoke. “Smoke bombs!” Hinata thought panicked. She had been so preoccupied with her desperation that she hadn’t even noticed that Tsunade had left each girl’s shinobi equipment in the room with them. Hinata glanced around the room trying to be on as high alert as possible with her overfilled bladder as she wondered what Tenten and Sakura were up too. Suddenly she heard Tenten’s voice from directly behind her. Causing Hinata to jump in surprise and release a small spurt into her panties. “Sorry Hinata but we don’t have a choice; if we want to become Jonin then you’re going to have to lose this contest.” Tenten said. Then Sakura appeared directly in front of Hinata in an instant. “Forgive us Hinata; it will be over before you know it.” Sakura said sadly. Hinata whirled around to put up a feeble defense but Sakura and Tenten to fast as both girls dove forward with hands flying under the poor Hyuuga’s armpits and all her over toned stomach in a relentless tickle assault as Hinata burst out in an uncontrollable fit of giggles. Hinata was extremely ticklish and as her best friends Sakura and Tenten were well aware of this. The raven haired beauty desperately tried to escape the girls’ wiggling fingers dancing across her half naked body; however, the assault was so intense that she could barely draw a breath let alone fight back. Soon tears were rolling down her face as she laughed hysterically unable to think of anything but the torment the girls were inflicting upon her. Within a brief span of a couple of minutes Sakura and Tenten had accomplished their mission in true shinobi fashion. The target had been never sensed their approach, they had used the Intel they had gathered to increase their odds of success, and brought down the target without allowing them any time to react. Hinata’s entire face was flushed and she was still breathing hard as she wiped a few small tears from her eyes. She slowly looked up at the amused expressions of her fellow Kunoichi as a hundred different feelings raced through her. Hinata had literally been unable to stand against the tickle torture the girls had put her through and had instinctively collapsed onto the floor and curled up into a ball. However, this had only made things worse as Sakura and Tenten shifted their focus to her sensitive feet and legs. Then in a matter of seconds Sakura and Tenten had quickly ceased their assault and taken several steps away as loud hissing and splashing accompanied the sound of Hinata’s laughter. Poor Hinata was in hysterics at this point and hadn’t even noticed when the girls had ceased their tickling or felt the first warm jets of pee flooding into her underwear. Thus the girls had all watched as a laughing Hinata lost all control of her bladder and within seconds her cute lacy purple boy short panties had turned several shades darker as they became thoroughly soaked. Then the hissing grew even louder as the torrent golden liquid poured down her pale legs and pooled around her bottom before spreading across the floor. For well over a minute the girl’s exhausted bladder continued to empty creating a shockingly large golden puddle until the hissing finally ended. Ino watched this scene unfold open mouthed in surprise and embarrassment as she realized that Hinata’s puddle easily dwarfed her own. Suddenly the girls all heard a loud click as Tsunade turned on her microphone. “Hinata, unfortunately you have lost control and peed your panties. You have been eliminated from the test; please remain in the room quietly until the other candidates are finished.” Tsunade said. “Sakura and Tenten you are the final two contestants remaining, whichever one of you can maintain control the longest will earn the right to be promoted to the rank of Jonin. Good luck.” Then with another loud click Tsunade was gone. Hinata was sitting numbly staring down at the catastrophic results of her embarrassing loss of control. She couldn’t believe that she had actually had an accident when she was practically naked in front of her best friends and the Hokage, not to mention that her chance at becoming a Jonin had been lost for who knows how long. As a fresh wave of tears began to fill the poor girl’s eyes, a warm hand gently grabbed her shoulder. “Hinata that was absolutely amazing, I had no idea you were capable of enduring something like this.” Ino said kindly with a nod towards the pool of pee. “You have no reason to be ashamed Hinata; after all you certainly aren’t alone here.” Ino said with a blush gesturing towards her own soaked panties and wet legs. Ino’s words were truly a comfort for the embarrassed girl and Hinata couldn’t help but smile as she quickly wiped away her tears as she allowed Ino to help her stand up. “Thank you Ino.” Hinata said quietly. “No problem. Now let’s go ahead and get out of the way. It looks like those two aren’t going to be messing around from this point forward.” Ino said glancing towards the final two competitors. Sakura and Tenten were facing each other directing all of their focus on their opponent and their rapidly filling bladders, as Hinata; shuddering from the all too familiar feeling of wet panties, waddled off towards a dry corner of the room alongside Ino to watch the final stage of the exam unfold.
One piece - The Last Fruit By Corrina http://animepee.co.cc/public/style_emoticons/default/tongue.gif Prologue Five Hundreds years past as the pirate era ended, now a new world was create... Our world, the Age of Technology. As legends past down, mysterious fruits gave people mysterious powers, but all the ancient scripts foretold this event and that all the fruits would be destroyed. Only one last fruit reminds on the face of this planet, an ancient fruit that can be in any shape like a apple or pear, anywhere like at the bottom of the pacific ocean and also it could be already eaten. Chapter 1:The Inevitable Discovery "Akina, hurry up and wake up' shouted Mum, "You're gonna be late for school again" My eyes slowly opened as the beams of light shined into my pale blue eyes, and my shiny black hair glistered the room. Whimpering out of my bed, I slowly realized what time it is, I quickly undressed out of my pajamas and put on my school skirt and a white button up top. I pulled up my glowing white socks and started to run down the marble stair case. I sculled down the glass of milk which was at the dinning table at the same time I took my bag with the other hand which was already packed last night, my arm felt like it was torn off as the weight of the bag hit my body. BEEP BEEP the car honked as my mum started to get inpatient with me. I belted to the garage, open the passenger door and buckled my seatbelt on. Suddenly I felt this small pain in my bladder as I forgot to go to the bathroom, but it didn't matter much and started to straighten my hair which my small hands and sharp nails which was messed up from the nights sleep. All of the sudden I jerked back onto my seat as the car speed forward, sharp turns made me swing the opposite direction and almost hit my head on the shining window. Mum started to drive extremely fast, I mean extremely, the tires started to screech when turning and especially braking, driving over the speed limit and almost driving past a red light. After the long torture of g-forces, We finally reached school, With only a minute to spare. I quickly ran to my starting class which is also the same room as my homeroom, I quickly sat at my usual table and looked up at the teacher. I froze in fear, my mind turned blank, I rubbed my eyes to see if its a dream... but it wasn't. This teacher is the worst teacher ever, his name is Mr Unko and he never lets anyone go to the bathroom, talk out of turn, look away or even get distracted. My plan failed before it commenced, I was gonna ask the teacher permission to go to the bathroom but now... "It'll never work" I thought to myself, "but I got to try later in this mentor session". The session started off ok, for the 1st thirty minutes of this 1 hour period I'm hanging pretty good. I looked at the clock, again and thought 'I'm not gonna last the whole session', immediately I put my hand up. "Sir?" "yes, Akina" he said in a deep tone "May I go to the bathroom please?" "NO, you know the rules" "but..." "NO BUTS!" he demanded. I began to feel a bit awkward, when a small filling up sensation started to appear. I started to shift my legs and squeeze my legs together, and crossing them but changing them every few moments. Now small annoying droplets started to hit my bladder, like someone poking on my stomach trying to make me wet myself. I looked at the clock, it was 10:45, fifteen minutes left. I started to fiddle more and more and my desperation grew and grew, I shifted my left leg up and crossed my legs, then put my right leg up. I did this for what seemed like ten minutes or so to me, looked up at the clock and saw, 10:47. I started to Stare at the second hand ticking in disbelief, for that second I focused on the second hand, I forgot about my bladder and relaxed.Bad move... Shoving my both my hands into my skirt, I managed to hold it. Well most of it, just a small amount came out, not enough to soak through my panther pink panties. "crap" I said under my voice, just soft enough so the boy next to me couldn't hear. I looked down at my skirt, sighed and thought 'I don't think i can hold it much longer'. I stood up, without asking the teacher this time, instantly... "What are you doing, sit back DOWN!" he roared I ignored him and mouthed a curse at him, I pushed my chair out of the way and started to dash to the door. Luckily I sat near the front and on the right side, which was the side the door was. I can feel it, trying to escape me, I started to bow to stop the pressure but it wasn't much help. I palmed the door open while my other hand was shoved inside my skirt, ran to the closes cubicle. "NO...noo" I thought inside my head as small squirts came out, while I closed the cubicle door. I quickly pulled up my skirt, suddenly another squirt came out. I ripped down my underwear and just relaxed, as large quantity of wobbly pee which splashed into he toilet water. I after the long relaxing let out, I just sat there in quiet, huffing as I almost wet myself... I looked down at my undies and sighed, and grinned at bit. Looking at my panties and sighed while looking a the medium size wet spot, was about the size of my small hand. "hopefully, no one can see it under my skirt" I quietly said. I slowly and quietly started to walk back, a bit embarrassed as I started to think about what just happened. "Also that running out of the class without the teachers permission and everyone looking, but I had to go, if I didn't who knows what would've happened" I thought to myself. I took one step into the class, unexpectedly the bell rang and a relief feeling chilled my spine. I went back to my desk and started to pack up, everyone already started to leave except my friends who were kind enough to wait for me. Quickly shoving my equipment and books into my bag, I ran to my friends which were waiting just outside the door. While were walking I put my hand into the front compartment of the bag, where there was food. I took out a shiny green pear, but something seemed out of the ordinary as I bit into it...
Chapter 2: Revelations of Omo Omo Fruit The juices of the ripe pear rippled into my mouth, as my teeth shredded through the flesh of the fruit. Small tingling sensations shivered down my spine as the flavourless juices swirled around my tongue. I took one more additional bit to justify the taste, but the only response my body could react to was the unpleasing cold flesh and the oblivious shivering and shaking of my body. I took another large mouthful of the pear; unfortunately this part was the juiciest part and sprayed water diluted, golden liquid everywhere. The sweet juices flowed into my mouth, under my tongue and between my teeth. I twitched my mouth as I rolled my tongue around the meat, melting the flesh of the pear. I came to realize that the flavours are hidden deep within the mysterious pear; the flavours were lurking in small air pockets inside the fruit which would only come out when the flesh is melted. I began to eat the fruit normally, but I found something rather strange and odd, different to other fruits. The taste of the fruit was different from the usual flavour; the texture of the fruit was smoother and could melt sweetly and gently inside your mouth while blooming with flavours. I became to realize that one particular flavour kept reoccurring; I couldn’t taste it properly as it only had a small hint but I could smell it perfectly. Ammonia… As I slowly finished the unique pear, I quickly started to feel discomfort around my whole body. My head started to spin rapidly, and my heart started to cry in pain as it pounced around inside my body. I inhaled deep breathes into my limited lungs and to ease the angry adrenaline. My vivid vision began to furiously fade and my friends disappearing into darkness, the sound of my unstoppable heartbeat began to flow into my ears… My vision completely depleted into nothing more that darkness. I urged my body to gasp for air, but nothing filled my lungs as they expanded. My body fell motionless as I fainted into despair. Friends carries me to the infirmary, and lies me down on one of the single beds in the infirmary time flies, Midday I begin to regain conscious and started to ease my breathing and relaxed my whole body as it ached and silently cried in pain. I slowly open my eyes; beams of fluorescent light shined its way into my eyes. I quickly closed my eyes with my reflexes as it blinded me; once again I slowly open my eyes, clear vibrant light absorbed into my eyes as I got used to the light. I stared off into the white ceiling above me as calm gust of winds flew into the room creating a peaceful atmosphere. “ohh, awake are we?” implied Nurse Aoi. “Just now…” I answered. “It’s Ok. How are you feeling? Do you have any nausea, tiredness or migraine?” she asked in a curious manner. “I’m fine. Just my….” I hesitated as my body froze and my blood boiled, I quickly came to realize I have a small urge around my stomach. Sweat started forming in the palm of my hands as they shook furiously; vibrating up and down as I became nervous. The Nurse intensely took my hand, as she was curious of what’s happening and my condition as I’m burning up. As she grabbed my hand, an immense static shock stunned her. I felt strange; the shock dispersed all over my body and disappeared. I can’t feel any pain or tiredness within my body; I was relieved of everything, even the urge to go to the bathroom. Then I realized the atmosphere in the infirmary changed. Nurse Aoi starting to fluster up, her eyes began to glister up as they moistened. Not long after, her face became red as she blushed and small drops of sweat became visible. “Ahh, I’m sorry. Something urgent has come up” she pleaded in a nervous voice. “oh… I’m fine with that” I replied. Suddenly her hands plunged into her white nursing coat and her tight black jeans; I stared at her as she squirmed. She squeezed her thighs together and rubber her legs against each other as the pressure in her bladder started to rise. She slowly walked over to the hall way outside the room; keeping her legs tight together, leaning and holding the wall for support. I swiftly got out of the soft single bed as I was inquisitive of the situation and the outcome. I quietly paced behind the Nurse as we walked down the hall way. Unexpectedly she stopped and tightened her legs even more. She stood there frozen and still like a statue, then buckled her knees and adjusted her body weight. She turned her head to the left and stared at the monstrous and painful staircase of dominance. The last obstacle to the private staff toilets, she slowly lifted her right foot and placed it on the first step. She froze and hesitated; I stood still and gazed as the desperate nurse, my heart was thumping with anticipation. The Staff toilets were so close yet so far for her; one small step for her is a giant leap. Gasping for air, she slowly made her way up the half way step of the staircase. There now isn’t much distance left to the toilets, it’s up the stairs and two classrooms down the corridor. She looked down the staircase to the level I’m on and froze; she saw me staring at her, panic arose from her, she struggled to keep her grip. “No! Don’t look at me, please.” she cried out in embarrassment, tears and sweat gradually became visible. “Sensei, don’t worry. I can help you” I insisted. She gave me this awkward look, like she was confused, but angrily embarrassed. I started to walk up to her, but suddenly. “SSsshit, this is…” She squirmed in desperation; she grabbed and squeezed her jeans tighter as she was almost losing it. There isn’t much time left I began to think as I walked up the steps effortlessly compared to her. She took control in herself and once again started to walk up the second steps. The nurse slowly ascended the staircase, choking the railing like a stress ball with her left hand and the other firmly placed in between her legs. I quickly climbed up to her and put my arms around her back, I slowly helped her up the stairs and to the bathroom. We made it to the toilets; I stopped beside the door and left her to open it. I abruptly became aware she couldn’t open the door. “C-Can you O-Open, please?” she said using the last of her energy. Suddenly she started to moan and squirm, her knees buckled down together and her face rapidly became flushed. Her hands wedged deep within, but… To be continued...
Chapter 3: Realization of the Unknown A slight amount of urine seeps out through her tight lingerie; absorbed into the tensed jeans and moisturized her hands. My eyes sparkled with anxiety as my body felt aroused; I began to realize the small wet spot around her hands to grow. I stared off and hesitated as I started to turn the knob of the teacher's toilet. “Tha-thanks,” Aoi quietly praised me while walking into the toilet. I willingly followed her footsteps into the bathroom; I saw her running and squirming then disappear behind the tiled wall. Kachink (sound of the lock) My heart clouted as I heard the sound whistled into my ears, I quickly rush to the door and knocked twice. Silenced filled the air… Suddenly, she begins to squirm. I looked down and saw her moaning, clutching her crotch through the reflection of the clear marble floor. She cautiously took one of her hands out to lift up the toilet lid; unexpectedly her hands began to rapidly tremble with fear. Abruptly she quickly releases the lid and clenched her thighs firmly. Once again she slowly and carefully begins to try to open, but hesitates and stops; with her face filled with disbelief. She began to moan in desperation, struggling to grasp a hold of herself. The white nursing coat which was clenched between started to become transparent and her jeans vastly became visible. Slowly a stream of pure translucent urine seeps through the darkened jeans and damp coat, escaping for freedom. A river silently started to protest between her tightly bounded thighs. The stream slowly trickles down and absorbed into the darkened jeans. Suddenly the flow splits onto each separate leg and rushes down onto the shiny floor. Her black high heels began to slide and her knees collapsed. Her body slowly gave way and falls into the fluorescent puddle; creating a miniature tsunami. Slowly water rises up the jeans and absorbed into the dry areas. I slowly begin to hear her to sob in despair; crystallized droplets of tears begin to appear on her ridges of her eyes. A small pain hits my chest. I slowly begin to sympathize for her, believing it’s my entire fault. “If I never got her involved… Or…If I Never fainted,” I thought to myself as I began to feel sorry for Nurse Aoi. I began to silently slide my shoes over the smooth marbled floor; carefully as possible so that she couldn't hear that I'm here. I twisted and turn the knob of the door and left the teacher's private bathroom. I began to walk down the corridor and down the stairs, back to the infirmary where my bags are in. As I walked into the room the intensified light shine through the glass and pierced my irises, I began to step back as I tried to regain my unclear vision. I went in to the back of the room, the storage area and took my light weight school bag. I decided return home by walking as I could leave school due to my top marks in the grade and a study period, which is called free period because no one really studies at this school. “I’ll arrive home within half an hour of walking,” I thought to myself as I was planning the rest of the day. I walked down to the ground floor’s locker area; in the girl’s locker room. I clicked open my locker and took my books out, packing my books so I can go home. Noiselessly, a white envelope fell down in front of my leather school shoes. I looked down, shocked but happily wondering what it is. I turn my head left and right to see if there’s anyone; but there’s no one. I slowly opened the letter and still curious of what’s inside, I unravel the letter and started to read. ‘To Akina, The first time I saw you was four years ago, in the opening ceremony for first years; in this private co-ed middle and high school. Your gentle black hair, your crimson red eyes attracted me. It was like love at first site except one sided; the pain dwelled deep within me. I wanted to talked to you and introduce myself except I didn’t have enough courage and strength to do so. As the semester past, I became more attracted to you as you were so popular with your looks and friends, exceptionally smart and physically active. Every time I saw you I couldn’t take my eyes off you, my heart would beat so fast. This made me to try and try again to accomplish my goal of reaching you, but… Not once did our eyes meet that year. I became more desperate, more evil; in need of attention. Soon I realised I lost all my courage and strength to approach you and gave up. Second year of middle school I still looked up to you, but I still had no hope of reaching you… I turned my head left and right again to check if there’s anyone looking or suspicious, I looked back down and continued reading. The third year of middle school, I became the student council leader just for you and wanted you to acknowledge me. This only gave me resent as I had to do extra work, but nothing good occurred to me; not even one good thing. First year of high school, I became more and more desperate for attention and you. My mind was only fixed on you and nothing else; I felt that nothing else mattered. So I intentionally tried to find out more about you, what you like and dislike. I decided to find out what I can by myself and I finally achieved what I want. Meet me today at 5pm behind the school boys building, otherwise there’ll be consequences. P.S I SEE ALL AND KNOW ALL From An admirer’ I looked at the time on my watch; the hour hand was on the twelve and minute hand was on the six. I swiftly put the weird touching letter into my bag and hurried off home. I arrived home half an hour later, I quickly rush up the stairs and turned on my laptop. I began to research this feeling that I have in my chest, the situation that happened this afternoon and unexpected events. “Nothing” I sighed under my breath as I browsed through the web. Suddenly I came across this protected information within a protected site. I began to read the information, which is: Welcome Akina to Fruits of the world. Omo Omo fruit The last uneaten fruit has been finally devoured by Akina in Tokyo, Japan. Thank you and You are one of us now… To be continued...
Chapter 4: Acquisition of the power. I scrolled through the pages of mystery; confused and frustrated. My hands started to sweat as I read down the page as my frozen eyes gazed among the glowing computer screen. I clicked ‘more details’ and began to read another extraordinary section, the content started to become clearer as I went through. Suddenly in disbelief, I flicked the mouse up to the top right cornet and desperately closed the web browser. I began to recount and remembered that the domain stated that supernatural powers are contained profoundly within the vast universe. “Phtt... Supernatural powers, magic and those make belief magical fairy land don’t exist.” I laughed to myself, but really deep within me had regret. I sighed. Staring into the blank windows desktop, thinking and rethinking my current absurd and unbelievable situation. “It’s not possible,” I thought quietly to myself. “Something like that, it’s out of this world” Suddenly I remembered the incident that took place this afternoon. I took out the weird letter from my unknown admirer in my school bag and began to glimpse through the cunning contents. I suddenly paused… I read that sentence again in my mind to double check; “meet me today at 5pm behind…” I sighed once again as todays like the worst day of my life. Then I looked down further; and read “P.S I SEE ALL AND KNOW ALL”. Suddenly I unintentionally drop the letter in shock as I realized my current situation. I wiped my sweat off my hands on my skirt and placed it back onto the mouse. I glided the cursor to the lower right hand side to check the time; 4:35. “Shit” I screamed softly in my room. My mind began to wonder in all directions. “Is the person going to black mail me if I was late?” “Am I going to be confessed?” “Am I going to meet another magical like being?” Countless number of consequences came into my head; I became nervous through deep thinking. My hands started to sweat again, I shook my head left and right to see if it’s a dream; but it wasn’t. I looked at the time again; the clocked silently changed from 4:39 to 4:40. I quickly turned off the computer, fixed up my frizzed up hair from the long walk and placed my work books on the small side desk in my room. I dashed down the stairs and flung open the front door, I started to slow down and walk down the driveway. I inhaled a deep refreshing breath and jumped onto my bike knowingly that I would be late if I walked. I started to peddle the everyday cheap bike up the bike lane on the side of the main road to my school. Quickly jumped off my bike; letting it roll forward into a row of bike rack, hastily ran to the fore of the bike and locked the tire to the rack. I started to run around the main building to reach the boy’s block. I looked around, swishing my head left and right to see if anyone that is suspicious is nearby. I nervously put my right leg forward, exposing it around the corner. I slowly reveal my whole body to the admirer. A medium long spiky hair flung over his shoulder as he turned his thin, light and muscular body. The white school short sleeve shirt began to glow in the mist of the afternoon, enhancing the abnormal body of his. He slowly walked towards me, trying to enlighten his first appearance to me. His hand silently lifted, like he was going to embrace me. I hesitated and stopped. Fortunately his hand kept rising in the direction of his fringe. He quickly swiped his hair out of his face then shook his head like those models on TV to show off. The mysterious, handsome and strong teenager stopped his tracks. He began to open his mouth. “H-h-hi, m-m-my n-name is…” he mutters with his shy and embarrassing voice. My jaw drops in disbelief. “His appearances and his first image were stunning until this, his probably really stupid.” I silently laughed at him in my thoughts. I began to try not to laugh at him, but I started to show him my inner self as I started to smirk at him. “Sorry” I said with pity while trying not to laugh. He pauses as he knows his first impression isn’t as his planned. He opened his mouth once again, inhaling air into his chest as it began to expand. Then he suddenly stared into my eyes deeply, his emotions became evident from his facial expressions. “Sorry. I was just warming up just now, I am Takumi Nishijou.” He replied in a more manly and muscular manner. “Nice to meet you,” I replied awkwardly. “I am Aki…” “Don’t worry about your name, I already know.” He interrupted my introduction. “Oh...O-K,” I said as it became silent, the air became thick and the atmosphere started to become dull and colorless. “W-Well, I like to know if you would L-like to G-go out W-with me?” He quickly questioned me without looking me in the eye. Suddenly after finishing his sentence, he looked straight into my eyes without fear; trying to hold up his pride and take my answer like a man. I stood still as I took in the stunning information which was totally different to my assumption; which was most likely blackmail. After deep thinking, I looked up to him and said: “I’m sorry, but…” I tried to answer but, “W-What? Why? Why?” he cut me off. “Umm, I-It’s just that… I don’t really know you too well.” I replied, “well, you know we just meet, right?” His eyes became infuriated with anger and pure hatred. He started to move towards me. Closer and closer he came, he was emitting enormous strength from his body. I froze in fear, sweat became noticeable. My body was petrified from his devilish body image. I started to stumble backwards, my legs shaking rapidly as they move. The sweat formed on my forehead started to fall down my pale cheek. He started moving faster and faster, closer and closer. As I backed up, I suddenly hit an obstacle. I turned my head and looked up, I saw the school boys building wall. I looked back in front. But he was already directly above me, looking down on me. He slammed both his hands on the wall right next to my head. I nervously looked up and gulped in fear and desperation. I lifted both my hands and lifted my leg up to hinge on the wall. I sprung my leg with all my might and pushed him with my combined power of my arms. Small static shock pricked me as I palmed his ribs. He staggered back, he slowly looked up. “W-What did y-you do to m-me? I k-know you h-have a secret.” he struggled to say with immense pain. “I-I’ll f-find it o-out s-sooner or l-later!” To be continued...
Just an original fiction piece I wrote almost two years ago and had posted on a different forum back then. I'll post it now while I'm working on some new stuff It was summer when I wrote it so it's just about some teenage girls at summer camp. sorry it's kind of long... Part One: First Day At Camp It was midday and large groups of excited young faces were stepping off of the buses and on to the grounds of Camp Redwood. On this warm June day the first session of the summer was beginning. Marcy had out a clipboard and silently went over the names of the girls assigned to her cabin for the session. At nineteen years old and on summer break from college, it was her first time working as a camp counselor though she herself had attended this very camp in her youth. She was a cute girl though many of her schoolmates had always described her as a bit geeky looking. She wore a pair of trendy eyeglasses with a mild prescription and had neat brown hair that she usually styled into a ponytail. Marcy was an active girl and had the body of a runner; fit and lean though her breasts were smaller than she would have liked. She stood by confidently as the campers filed toward the tables where they would receive their cabin numbers and first day name tags. She gently lifted up a sign with the number twenty-four boldly printed upon it It took a short while but soon Marcy had a small group of girls standing before her staring at each other wide-eyed and anxious. The girls she was assigned to were all between thirteen and fourteen years old and were in the oldest camp program. They were to be there for two weeks of hiking, canoeing, and other outdoor related activities. “Ok girls of cabin twenty-four!” Marcy smiled as she spoke quickly and enthusiastically. “Welcome to summer session one at Camp Redwood! My name is Marcy and I’m gonna be your counselor for the next couple weeks. Let’s all sit down into a circle and get to know each other, let’s start by telling us all your name, a little something about yourself, and what you’re most excited about.” The five girls and their counselor sat down into a loose circle on the grassy field and looked around at one another. Marcy nodded towards the girl sitting closest to her right side. The girl who appeared to be the youngest of them had shoulder length wavy auburn hair and eyed her peers sheepishly. “Well..” She spoke nervously. “My name is Taylor and um, this is my third year at Camp Redwood and uh I guess I’m most excited for the cabin competitions at the end of camp.” She lowered her head and turned to look at the girl sitting next to her. “Hi!” The girl had a sweet smile on her face that showed off a mouth full of braces. She tossed her head back to remove some of the chin length straight blonde hair that had fallen into her eye line. “I’m Kayla and my family owns a horse ranch back home. And I’m really happy to be here and the canoe trip is what I’m looking forward to.” The next girl sat twirling a finger in her long sunny blonde hair that had several large strands dyed bright pink and blue. A bright pink diamond glistened in the sun from the piercing on her nose. “My name is Roslyn, but everybody calls me Rose.” She spoke softly and fluidly. “I think mostly I like the hiking and camping part of camp.” Next to Rose sat a raven haired Asian girl who sat on her side nonchalantly and looked back and forth over the group of girls. “My name is Lena and I didn’t really wanna come to camp this year but my lame parents made me, so I’m really looking forward to going back home and hopefully this won’t suck.” The last girl had very wide eyes and her face was covered in soft freckles on her pale skin. She had dark red curly hair and a large grin on her face. “I’m Sarah annnd summer camp is my favorite. I really like all the activities, and the boys cabins nearby don’t hurt either.” Marcy smiled and sat on watching the girls trying to memorize their names and faces. They seemed docile enough; this job would be fun and very easy money. “Ok girls. Let’s get you all set up in our cabin now!” She exclaimed. The cabin itself was small and had no running water as all their meals were taken in a mess hall in the center of the camp. It had a couple a bunks set up inside and a small light hanging from the ceiling. The counselors had a small room attached to the cabin for their own privacy and there was an outhouse with toilets and showers a short walk away that they shared with several other nearby cabins. One side of the camp sat on the edge of a large forest preserve with Lake Lakota and the Redwood River on the other side. Once in the cabin the five girls got to picking out their bunks and unpacking their pillows and sleeping bags. There was talking and laughing as they got to know one another and everyone settled in preparing for a fun summer at camp. * * * * It was 8:00 and the girls had just come from dinner at the mess hall. They were joking and teasing one another and went into their cabin for the night. Lights out was set for 10:00 and the 5 girls spent the next couple hours chatting and playing cards with one another. “OK everyone,” Marcy said loudly as she stood in the door way of the cabin. “It’s time for lights out! So I don’t want any trouble alright? Keep the noise down and stay in the cabin. If you have to use the restroom please use the buddy system k? Have a good night everyone!” She retreated to her assigned room attached to the back of the cabin. “Rose yawned loudly. “Night,” she said and hopped into her bottom bunk. Taylor climbed up above Rose to the top bunk and settled into her sleeping bag while Sarah and Kayla got into the other set of bunk beds across from them. Lena climbed to the top of another set, leaving the bottom bunk vacant. The ceiling light had been switched off and the sun had already set. The small log cabin was exceedingly dark and only a small light was seen from a dim street lamp far from the cabin. Time passed and Taylor was having trouble sleeping, she always felt anxiety for the first couple nights when sleeping away from home. She was tossing and turning and felt the signs of pressure starting to build in her bladder. She could hear the slow breathing of the other girls and didn’t want to get up and possibly wake them. Taylor tried to think about the days of camp ahead of her and started to drift into a light slumber. Taylor awoke with a start and for a moment forgot where she was and became very anxious. It was still pitch black outside and she didn’t know what time it was. Her bladder sent a pulsing feeling through her body and the low ache of having to go very badly was rising inside her. She sat up in her bed and peered over the side at Rose sleeping below her and though of waking the girl to walk with her across the yard to the outhouse but quickly thought better of it. There was no way she had the guts to wake one of these girls she barely knew in the middle of the night. She was a very timid girl and laid herself on her back in the sleeping bag. “Hooo Hooo,” Came a sound from outside. Taylor was alarmed but told herself it was just an owl. It was OK. Lying on her back she felt all the liquids of the night stewing inside her and longed for the sweet release of them. Too afraid to get up and go down that ladder and out the door to the nighttime camp she stayed where she was, willing herself to forget about her urge. She could hold it all night, she had before. If she could just fall asleep it would all be forgotten and she could go to the outhouse in the sunny morning. She used all her willpower to think about happy things, dreamy things and fatigue once again set in and she was lulled into la la land. There was Lake Lakota and the Redwood River! The sun was shining down beautifully and Taylor leaped into the river splashing around with the other girls. She had on her swimsuit and was smiling as she swam in the lake that seemed rather warm though it was probably the hot sun warming it up. Taylor jolted awake again with a surge of adrenaline and suddenly felt the hot torrent of yellow liquid streaming into her pink and white cotton boyshort panties. Even with nobody to witness her she turned beet red at the realization that she had been dreaming about water and now on the first night at summer camp she had wet the bed. She clenched her sphincter and got her bladder to stop releasing the remainder of fluid. She was a teenager now she thought. At thirteen years old, almost fourteen how could she be wetting the bed like a little girl? She felt the warmth that had spread across the bottom of her butt and felt frightened. She had pink terry cloth pajama shorts on over her underwear and even though she managed to stifle the flow, she felt that they were wet, very wet, this material absorbed liquid like a beach towel. The pee even managed to make its way up to her lower back, wetting the bottom of her pink tank top causing it to cling to her young skin. She sat up in bed and the liquid sloshed downward, trapped in the waterproof sleeping bag. She still had to pee badly and unzipped the bag to climb out, panicking that the other girls were going to find out what had happened. Taylor was too afraid of being caught by her cabin mates to care any longer about being afraid about going outside to the outhouse. She hastily but gently crawled down the ladder of the bunk and made a quick getaway out the door, the wet shorts squishing against her damp legs as she moved. Once outside she ran towards the brown building on the other side of the yard. She stepped into the low humming light of the smelly outhouse and went to one of the stalls where she sat down to empty the rest of her bladder, looking down at the ruined clothes as they were pulled down. Her butt and thighs were glistening with the liquid that seemed to stick to her skin. She finished peeing and went to the bathroom mirror to survey the damage, her entire ass was soaked and the pink shorts were now a very dark color having absorbed all the pee. Her boyshort underwear had the ability to take in a tremendous amount of liquid and were sopping wet and discolored. Sneaking back into the cabin and towards her bunk she could smell the urine on her and knew her sleeping bag was full of it. She quietly pulled the bag off of the top bunk and did the only thing she could think of. She went outside and knocked on the counselor’s door. Marcy awoke from a light knocking and went to open the door. There in front of her was little Taylor with her wavy auburn hair looking red and ashamed and holding her sleeping bag. She saw the shorts she was wearing were all wet and the embarrassed girl didn’t need to say a word. Part Two: The Canoe Trip It was the second week of summer camp and the girls of cabin twenty four were preparing for an overnight canoe trip down the Redwood River and into the nearby woods for outdoor camping. Marcy had them pack their sleeping bags and essentials and gave them each some of the camping equipment and food and water to carry for the group. “Isn’t this exciiiting?” Kayla gushed to her new best friend Sarah. “This is the part I’ve been waiting for! I’ve never been canoeing before.” “Really?” The redhead asked back. “It’s fun. Just don’t stand up!” She giggled. “We had a girl who did that last year and she tipped over our canoe and all our stuff and us fell right into the river!” Kayla smiled and flashed her braces, “I won’t.” Marcy led them to the camp’s dock on edge of Lake Lakota where there were two brown canoes waiting for them. “It’s about a two and a half hour trip paddling down the river to the camp site and then sun is out in full force today so I want to make sure you all are good and hydrated, we’re all gonna switch off with the oars.” She pointed to a spigot some ten yards away. “I want you all to drink a full water bottle and then fill it up again for the trip.” The girls all groaned in dismay and head over to the water spout planted into the ground. They drank their fill of water before heading back over to where Marcy had a pile of bright orange and blue lifejackets to put on for the trip. “Well, let’s get going!” Marcy said. The two canoes had short bench type seats in them and the girls hopped in three to a canoe. Marcy was in one canoe with Rose and Taylor while Lena, Kayla, and Sarah got into the other. They pushed off from the dock and started paddling through the small placid lake and into the wide but lazy river ahead. “Whew.” Kayla wiped some sweat from her forehead. “This is harder work than I thought!” She uncapped her water bottle and took a long gulp, breathing deeply from the labor. Lena sat back and basked in the sun while Kayla and Sarah took their turn paddling the canoe. The river didn’t have much a current and the girls were vigorously pushing to keep up with Marcy’s canoe up front. They were about forty minutes into the trip when Kayla began to feel a pressure on her bladder from all the water and physical exertion. “Hey guys?” she asked. “Are we gonna go to the shore for a break anytime? Or are we going all the way through?” Sarah was in the front of the canoe and looked back directly behind her. “I think we’re going straight there, it’s not that long.” She would have asked Marcy but the front canoe was a bit ahead and out of earshot. Kayla bit her lip and passed the oar behind her for Lena’s turn to paddle. The rocking of the boat caused her to feel all the contents of her stomach and bladder and she started to fidget and cross her legs back and forth. Besides the restrictive life jacket, she was wearing a red Camp Redwood t-shirt with a pair of denim cut off shorts that were cut very short and her baby blue bikini on underneath. Twenty minutes had gone by and Lena passed the oar back to Kayla who begrudgingly accepted it, she no longer had her usual perky smile plastered on her face. The act of slicing the blade into the water and pushing put enormous pressure on her expanding bladder and she grimaced each time she made a stroke. “Umm Lena, do you think you can paddle instead for a little while?” The dark haired girl looked annoyed. “I was just paddling! It’s your turn now, I’m not gonna do your work.” Kayla scrunched her face together. “I know I know, I just… kinda have to goto the bathroom and it’s making it really hard to paddle.” Lena wasn’t paying much attention the girl sitting in front of her. “Well suck it up. We’ll be there soon.” Sarah glanced back at her friend, “I think it’s only like an hour. I kinda have to go too. You can make it.” “Ya.” Kayla replied trying to concentrate on the paddling motion. Fifteen minutes floated on by and Kayla began to feel a wave roaring against her insides. She was leaned over while still paddling and breathing quick, shallow breaths. Her bladder had become very full now her tight shorts felt like they were going to pop. She tapped her feet up and down on the wooden frame of the boat and began to rock back and forth. “You alright?” Lena asked curiously though without too much concern. “No.” Kayla replied tersely. “I really gotta go to the bathroom. We have to go to the shore or something. I have to go.” “well,” Lena replied. “You can ask Marcy if we get closer to her canoe. But um, I Guess if you really can’t handle it, I can paddle for now. I guess.” Kayla graciously and quickly accepted this unprecedented act of kindness. “Thank you so much Lena.” She passed the paddle back and held her hands down toward her stomach. Closing her eyes, the bubbly blonde girl bounced back and forth and tried not to think about the sounds the river made as the oars whipped up and down in the water. Five more minutes passed by and the girl’s plight was getting worse. They were still not caught up the lead canoe and she felt as though an ocean had built up inside her. The bouncing and tapping was no longer helping her stave off the pressure and her eyes started to glisten with moistness. “Sarah I don’t think I can hold it much longer,” She whimpered quietly. The canoe hit a small rock sticking out of the water causing it to recoil with a large thump. It took the girls by surprise and Kayla gasped. She leaned all the way forward and panic gripped her as a pang of pressure pushed its way from her. Her eyes clenched shut as a spurt of hot pee broke through her barrier and into her clean blue bikini bottoms. Her right hand pushed itself into her girlhood to stop the warm liquid and her clenching muscles managed to stop the flow as it started. “Oh no, oh no.” she murmured quietly and tears started to well up in her eyes and start to make her way down her cheeks. Her face was hot and bright red. She breathed even more rapidly than before as pang after pang of pressure jolted throughout her insides. She squeezed her muscles tighter but the force was becoming far too much. The canoe hit another rough bump and Kayla clenched as tight as she could but to no avail. Another jet of urine was released from her and shot out for a good four seconds before she managed to control it. Her heart was thumping hard now and she looked down in embarrassment as she felt the liquid soak through the bikini bottom and down to her butt where she sat. a large damp patch was visible now on her crotch and down the seat of the shorts. “Oh my god. Are you peeing your pants?” Lena looked incredulously at the girl in front of her and a half smirk formed on her face. Kayla sniffled audibly and Sarah looked back in alarm, trying to give a reassuring look to her humiliated friend. “Just a little longer Kayla! Just a little longer.” What felt like several minutes passed and the young blonde girl with the braces felt sick to her stomach. Her muscles were getting tired and she pressed her hand harder into her crotch. Suddenly a large bump was felt as the canoe dropped into a slight rapid and bounced back up. “Whoa” Lena exclaimed. Kayla grabbed herself in pain and the pressure made her dizzy. She sucked in her breath and shut her eyes again. The seal had already been broken and there was nothing she could do to stop the furious flow from inside her. She tried to clench tighter but to no avail, it hissed out of her violently and she felt it soak through her bikini bottoms into the already damp fabric of her light denim shorts. She wiped some tears from her eyes as the liquid pooled on the bench and ran down the inside of her quivering legs on its way to the bottom of the canoe. Her shorts were turned a dark shade as the bottom of them were thoroughly saturated with the hot urine. She wiped her puffy eyes again and rubbed her nose as the last of the pee dripped off the wooden bench. “Ew,” Lena made a face at the crying girl in front of her. “I can’t believe you just did that.” “Shut up!” Sarah called back to defend her friend. It’s OK Kayla, I bet if we splash some water in the canoe with the oars nobody would even be able notice.” She playfully whipped up the water onto herself and into the boat and gazed back at her friend with a sweet smile. “Thanks,” Kayla meekly said, though she appeared to be feeling a good deal better from both an empty bladder and her new best friend’s kindness. Part Three: The Campsite Marcy and the girls of cabin twenty four had their camp set up before dusk and were sitting around the campfire eating their dinner. The site consisted of just a small flat meadow with their tents and a fire pit in the middle. There were no facilities and all business was going to be taken care of in the trees beyond the camp. They conversed with the usual giggly banter of young females though Kayla was being uncharacteristically quiet. Despite Sarah having gotten water all over the inside of the canoe to mask her friend’s accident, Lena had gushingly revealed the fact to the rest of the girls anyway. Marcy was sympathetic and consoled the girl the best she could but she still held a gloomy demeanor for the remainder of the evening. “Who wants s’mores?” Marcy asked happily while breaking out a bag of marshmallows. The girls all got ready their sticks to cook the marshmallow while a box of graham crackers and some chocolate bars were broken out to be readied for consumption. “You girls ever hear the story about Suzy Longfellow?” Marcy asked. The girls all shook their heads. “Well, she was a camper here several years ago, in fact she had stayed in the same cabin as you all are now. Well, in her second week at camp she too went on a canoe trip to this very campsite…..” Marcy rattled on as the sun was setting behind the darkened spruce trees that surrounded their camp. She told the cliché old camp story a girl who got lost in the woods and was never seen from again, modernized again and again and used year after year for young campers in the ominous forest. At nightfall they all retreated to their small tents, two girls in each tent with Taylor sharing hers with the counselor Marcy. Once in their tents, Sarah looked at Kayla with a mischievous grin. “Hey Kayla, I have an idea. How would you like to get back at Lena tonight? “How?” I think, how about we wait til later tonight. Lena’s probably gonna leave her tent at some point to goto the bathroom or get water or something and we can scare her! It’ll be fun, what do you think?” “Well,” Kayla thought this over for a moment. “She might figure out it’s us, but I guess it’s worth a try.” She felt bitter towards the dark haired girl for humiliating her and wanted some type of vengeance. “Yeah let’s give it a try.” Night quickly swept over the camp and the fire had begun to burn out, leaving a low smoldering glow. Sarah and Kayla were whispering to each other about their lives when they heard the zipper of a nearby tent opening up. Sarah quickly peeped out through the small mesh vent on entrance of her tent to catch a glimpse of who it was. She saw Lena and Rose tiptoeing around the tent and heading towards the forest, flashlight in hand. Sarah smiled; it looked as though Lena was too afraid to enter the absolute darkness of the wooded area alone. The two girls had put on hooded sweatshirts to cover themselves up in the cloak of night. Sarah motioned to Kayla and slowly unzipped the tent being as stealthy as possible. Once outside it was hard distinguish what was what, darkness shrouded the campsite and it actually was scary out there. “Don’t turn on your flashlight,” Sarah whispered. “We’ll just follow their light Okie?” The other girl nodded in the dark and the two of them crept along toward the daunting woods ahead, using the dim beam of Lena’s light as a guide. Lena and Rose entered the woods and Lena shined her flashlight onto the trees looking for a suitable place to relieve herself. The camp was out of sight now and she looked over at the girl behind her. “Rose, I think I’m alright now, I’m gonna go here, but don’t go too far away.” “Ok Lena. I’ll just be at the edge of the meadow, don’t get lost out here.” Rose said lazily then backed away and found her path through the trees stepping over the broken twigs that littered the ground. She made it to the meadow and sat down to wait. Lena laid the flashlight horizontally on a stump with the light facing down towards the ground where she stood. She untied her lavender pajama pants and pulled them down along with the white cotton panties she had on. She spread her legs and began to squat. “CAARACK” Her heart skipped a beat and she quickly pulled her pants up at the loud noise. It sounded as though a large stick had been stepped on. “Who’s there?” She called out nervously into the forest. “Rose is that you?” No reply. “Hello?” She called once more. Her heart was thumping faster and she scanned the darkness for something moving, a person or an animal. Her hands were shaking a bit and she breathed deeply to calm herself. It was probably just a small harmless animal out looking for food she thought, nothing to be afraid of. Once again she pulled her clothes down to her ankles and began to squat down. “BAM” She sucked in deep at the even louder sound and up went her pants; she quickly tied them back and grabbed the flashlight with her shaking hands. She swiveled the small beam around at the trees that seemed to be swirling with movement in the shadows. “CRACK! CRACK!” Lena started to run but tripped backwards on the protruding root of a large old tree, causing her to drop her flashlight into the dirt. A cold sweat broke out on her face and she clawed at the ground quickly and put down the palms of her hands to get back up. She pushed onto her knees when she heard a slight whooshing sound and something shaped like a person went right by her in the dark. “Shiiiiiiit” She shrieked and inhaled hard as her heart was fluttering like a hummingbird. Her head was spinning and felt a strange sensation in her lower regions. Her muscles were spasming and she didn’t even realize she had completely lost control of her bladder. It poured from her urethra and into her white panties, soaking through the thin cotton material almost instantly and turning them a rusty shade of yellow. Lena was on all fours and terrified as the warm pee made its way down her inner thighs and began to form a small pool at her knees on the cold dirt. Her pajama pants turned almost transparent with all the liquid and began to stick to her skin. The pee raced its way through the fabric for a good thirty seconds before she was emptied. The young raven haired girl in a frightened panic grabbed at her flashlight and raced through the trees, too scared of the forest to pay much attention to the fact that she had just urinated all over herself. She made her way with heart pounding quickness to her tent and shut the zipper. Rose sat on the edge of the meadow and watched her friend Lena make a mad dash into the tent. She heard some muffled laughs and saw a couple of shadows pass by her on the other side. Soon after she was hearing sobbing from one tent and the sounds of giggling and joyous mirth from another, she laid herself down in the cool grass, too preoccupied with the lovely twinkling of the clear night stars to care.
<Disclaimer> WARNING This work of fiction may contain watersports, wetting, scat (in the form of panty-messing), BDSM, Yuri, copyrighted material (I hope I don't get sued!), sarcasm, rough sex, excess cum, drinking (pee of course) and 'aliens'. If any of this disgusts you... why are you on this site! <End Disclaimer> Oh also I will go into vivid detail but if you don't play the game and want more reference, google image search 'Female Draenei' 'Female Nightelf' Also this is my first time writing this kind of story on a forum board... so please, input is welcome and appreciated. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Weeks, months had passed since the Aspect of Death had burst through the World Pillar, since Deathwing and escaped the bonds of his prison in Deepholm and had arrived to visit chaos and ruin upon the world of Azeroth. Since the shattering of Azeroth. Many denizens of the world, if not most of them, were stricken with fear, confusion and misunderstanding. Despair loomed over the world like the scythe of death hangs over the old man sick in his deathbed. Villages destroyed, if not by the tsunami and earthquakes that ravaged the world, than by the flames and claws of Deathwing himself. People turned to eachother for support, turning inward for comfort and solace, or turning to religion or the blind faith of cultism. Safe to say that people found their happiness where they could get it. However there was one woman who could not be happier. She had the good luck to escape the coming storm; a home on the ruins of a planet, Draenor, that was already slowly and steadily drifting apart in the twisting nether. But there she would live, with her newly collared lover. "But for now... I suppose I should make the best of this planet." She said herself as she mused all these thoughts, a finger on her lip and her other hand on the reigns, clenching her saddle with her thighs as she spurred her horse on. The trees all around her were a lush green, a place still yet unaffected by the steady destruction of Azeroth. A place she had chosen to make her new home, where the weather was temperate and the people were... few. Sparing. In fact not a soul lived within miles of her home, built just along the edge of the forest near the blonde-sand beach. Which was perfect for her... her vices, her kinks, the way she simply behaved, all unacceptable in normal society. Solitude was her preference, but the comfort of a lover... was too enticing for her to stay all alone. The woman herself was a Draenei, by the name of Selena Hexx. Her skin was light, pale almost like a humans, but still blue enough to be distinctly alien. Sweeping horns that curved back along her skull above her ears, like the perfect handles for riding... hair puffy and short, white like the rest of her, bangs in her face and streaks of her bouncy, curving hair flowing down the back of her neck, her tail curled around her hip, the tip of it teasing into her thigh. She bit her lower lip and looked down at herself as she realized her tail, with a mind of its own, was attempting to pleasure her. She swatted it away. "Not yet!" She hissed through gritted teeth, her tail hanging limply to the side of the horse's saddle. She almost looked UPSET, despite the fact that her tail was a part of her own body. The look on her face, the horns, hooves, tail, she could have been a demon, a succubus... she was beautiful like one, certainly. Full breasts that strained the limits of her white undershirt, her leather black jacket. Thighs that could crush a man's skull, or at least asphyxiate him. Body curved like an hourglass, with an ass that must have caused her poor mount's knees to quiver. It was easily the widest part of her, and her black tight jeans did little to make it appear any smaller. Hugging the curvature of her rump, creasing into her asscrack under her tail, it was almost like she WANTED to show off. Not to mention the weight of her glorious backside, her horse also had to endure three full saddlebags of supplies she had rode all the way into town to purchase. Clearly she didn't care about the animal, but from the way she held herself it was obvious she didn't care about anything but herself. As she approached her house, her sweet little abode above the sea, she pulled the saddlebags off the animal and swung them over her shoulder with a grunt and a groan of exertion. Thighs quivering as she struggled to get a center of balance, not to mention her horrible need to relieve herself. The stress forced her to release just a bit- a little wet patch forming between her legs, which spread down both thighs about an inch before stopping. "...Nnghh! Ughhh... what will she think seeing me like this... I must hold on..." She groaned, tail curling in between the thighs and pulling tightly up against her. She used it to hold herself like a little girl would hold herself with her hands... how humiliating, for a woman of her stature. Her horse needed little convincing to trot off to it's stable after a hike such as what she forced it on; it went without orders as the woman made her way into her home. The door swung open at the urging of a hard kick to its base, and the blue-skinned girl dragged herself in, sighing with relief as she dropped the heavy cargo at the front door, kicking the door back to shut. "Krissy! I'm hooome!" She cried out down the hallway, trotting along the carpet with a 'clip clop' of her hooves on the wooden floor underneath. "Baby...? Where are you?" She asked after no response echoed back to her. She looked left and right, peeking into each room as she passed the doors into them, approaching and ascending the stairwell with a hand on the mahogany rail. "Kris! Answer me, or there will be CONSEQUENCES..." Selena let this threat hang in the air a moment, pausing and standing still. Listening carefully to the sounds of the house. Concentrating so that she could even hear the splash of the surf against the beach nearly a half mile away. Then, she heard, ever so quietly, a moan of pleasure; "Unnnghhh, oooh...." She made her way up the stairwell and into the hall of the second floor, walking along this one as well. She did so with boldness, confidence, no longer looking around. She had a very good idea of where her lover was now, and Selena made certain that she did too, clomping down the hall as noisily as possible. She approached the master bedroom, turned the handle and threw the door open, and stepped inside with a smirk on her black-painted lips. Looking down across the room to her bed, upon which a light purple Kaldorei girl lay topless, fondling herself with one hand, cupping her pert breast in her left and pinching the nipple, giving it a twist, crying out sharply with pleasure and arching her back, heels dug against the bedsheets as she worked herself, hand in her pure white pants, unzipped to give her fingers more room, which were sliding lewdly in and out of her. She hardly even noticed Selena's presence until the girl slammed the door shut. With a gasp, her eyes opened, and she propped herself up with her elbow, strands of her long, loose, flat green hair covering her left eye and streaking down her back like a curtain, long enough to spill out onto the bed. "S-selena! Mistress, you're home! I.. I.... I thought you would take longer!" She said with a blush, cheeks turning an even darker color purple. The draenei girl clucked her tongue and trotted over gently, as if she weren't at all upset. "Oh... It was easy to find everything we needed. I anticipated I would take longer as well, but I suppose I had the good fortune of being able to come home early..." She said, crawling onto the bed. She then siezed the night elf's wrist, pulling her hand roughly out of her panties, squeezing it in a vicelike grip that made the poor green-haired girl wince and grit her teeth with pain. "And the good fortune of catching you pleasuring yourself without my PERMISSION! Do you know what this means?" The night elf, who's name (according to Selena) was Kris, swallowed and quivered as her mind raced with vivid images, memories of the torture, the pain that her mistress had put her through before. "P-punishment..." She said with a quaking voice, in the meanwhile growing hotter and hotter between the thighs. She put on a good show of detesting her position; of pretending she feared her mistress, and that she feared the punishment she could visit upon her. But she loved it, loved each minute of it, the backwardness of the relationship, the filthiness of the kinks they indulged in, received each spank, pinch, slap, and twist of the nipples as pleasure, rather than registering it as pain. She loved her mistress, with all her heart. Kris was a frail girl. For a Kaldorei even she was very short, almost the size of an average human. Thin, almost underfed despite her mistresses urgings that she eat. Unable to protect herself physically, and too frightened and inept to learn magic. Essentially the perfect target for a woman like Selena. "I... I swear, mistress, I.. I was thinking of you! I couldn't help myself! I'm so sorry! I... Mistress, please... M-mayhaps I can pleasure you instead...?" She asked, reaching around and caressing the Draenei's side, fingers of her opposite hand running between the girl's plump asscheeks, teasing down the inner thigh. She paused, a look of confusion on her face, and then reached up, lewdly groping her mistresses crotch. "What is... what's this?" She asked as she felt her, felt the tiny patch of wetness between the dominant woman's thighs. "You're wet..." She asked, looking up at the draenei girl. Selena did her best to maintain her composure but she couldn't help the blush of light red across her pale cheeks at her pet's discovery. This caused Kris to giggle with glee, spanking the other woman's ass sharply just to feel it jiggle in her hand. Selena was already fighting a losing battle against her bladder, however; the spank just caused her to release more into her jeans, the wet patch growing, down her thighs and spreading across her asscheeks just a few inches. "Selena wet her paaanties, Selena wet her paaanties! Oooh, you big baby! What, couldn't hold it anymore?" The night elf girl teased, making the draenei's blush grow even redder... making her hackles on the back of her neck rise, making her blood start to boil. She released the night elf's hand, only to give her a hard slap across the face. "Ooooh!" She cried out in pain, head turned to the side, gasping a quick breath as she turned back to her mistress, her cheek already starting to turn red. Selena grabbed her chin and pulled her up, leaning down so that her forehead was against her pet's forehead. "I might have, slave... it doesn't matter to you what I've done to myself. We both know you're no better. I've seen you wet these white pants more times than you have toes, fingers, and hairs on your head! If I choose to pee myself, than I am perfectly in my rights to! In fact... I think I will... I can hardly take the pressure on my bladder anymore." She said, sitting herself up and spreading her thighs just a bit. Sighing with a deep breath to calm herself, relax her muscles. She looked down at Kris and snapped her fingers twice, patting herself between the thighs. "Well what are you waiting for? Get your face between my legs! NOW, bitch!" She cried out, eventually grabbing and tugging her slave's arm and forcing her to sit up. She wove her fingers into the woman's luscious hair and grabbed ahold, twisting and forcing her face between her legs with a smile. "Open your mouth, cunt." She said as she pushed her slave's lips against her already wet nether ones, forcing her to taste the pee already in her pants. Kris complied willingly, though, tongue flicking out and tasting her lover, prodding against her sex through the pants. "Mmmn.... goood... what a good girl..." At this point it was time for Selena to give in. She had established her position of dominance, forced her slave between her legs... and she was alone. She could do whatever she damn well pleased. With a moan she released, pee spraying hard against the crotch of her pants, splattering back into her like a waterjet spraying into her pussy and pleasuring her, making her twist and whimper with pleasure as her urine streaked down her thighs, trickled into her slave's mouth, who drank obediently, thirstily, letting her mouth fill and then swallowing it all down. She loved the taste of her mistresses urine... she loved everything about her. Selena however was making quite a mess. pee soaking down the back of her thighs, down between her legs as it caused the cloth to hug her skin, pooling on the bedsheets around her knees and starting to spread outward as the puddle of pee around her grew and grew. She must have been holding it near the point of bursting for hours, considering how wide her hot patch of waste spread across the bed... soon she and Kris were both surrounded by it, as she tapered off to a gentle stop, sighing with relief after having completely wet her pants. But she still burned between the thighs, not with the need to relieve herself but now with the need to pleasure herself, a need so overwhelming she just HAD to satisfy it! She pushed her slave back, forcing her head away and releasing it from her thighs, stepping off the bed and beginning to undress. pee-soaked pants and panties sent south and kicked away, so that she was bottomless. Jacket pulled off, and shirt pulled over her head, so that she was topless, no bra underneath her shirt. Naked now, she pulled her slave up off the bed by hooking her fingers into the woman's waistband, forcing her to her feet and pushing her out into the center of the room. She then proceeded to crawl into the bed herself, crawling up to the head of it, sitting her pissy ass down on the pillow and leaning back against the headboard, thighs spread, a hand caressing its way down between her cleavage, towards her thighs... "Slave... I will not be the only one here to shame themself. You will release yourself too! For my pleasure! And... then... you will come to me... and your disgusting transgression will be forgiven. You understand, Kris?" She asked, nodding and urging her on with the other hand, her fingers having found their way between her nether lips, plunging two of them into her, masturbating shamelessly as she watched her slave carefully, trying to keep a straight face... eventually breaking into a deep lusty moan, digging her hooves against the mattress and rolling her head back so her horns dug into the wooden headboard. "Nnnngh... Oh, mistress... I would... ah... be so happy to!" The Kaldorei girl replied, having been dancing on the spot even as her mistress spoke. Hands between her thighs, which were clenched together. She clearly had been holding it before Selena arrived; clearly anticipated the type of sex she wished to engage in. Kris let out a sigh of relief as she was told she no longer needed to hold it. Turning on her heel, bending over and showing off her backside to her mistress, who jammed yet a third finger into herself at the sight of this. Kris hardly even needed to wet herself. Selena found her... so arousing, regardless. The night elf girl planted her hands on her thighs, spread her legs, and with a quavering moan of relief, started to gush into her own pants. The white, unlike the black of the draenei's jeans, clearly showed the wet patch streaking down her inner thigh, clearly showed off her skin as the white material dampened, became an off-yellow, and stuck to her legs, exposing the color of her skin and panties underneath. Kris whined with arousal- "Oooh, oooooooh, ooooooooooh yessss!" As she released herself, pee even managing to force its way through her pants and splattering noisily against the floor, making a puddle underneath of herself. Her inner thighs, the backs of her legs, soaked. She reached behind herself and rubbed her pussy through her soiled pants, practically orgasming then and there, feeling up the tidemark working its way up her ass, loving the feel of her pee sticking to her thigh and soaking into her socks. She shuddered just a bit as she gradually finished up, puddle around her feet at least a meter and a half in diameter, looking over her shoulder at her mistress and giggling innocently. A finger against her lips. "Oops... I had an accident, mistress...." She said with an even naughtier giggle. Selena herself was practically already near orgasm, love juices having trickled out of her already, running down her inner thighs and pooling on the bedsheets. Three fingers pumping into herself, making her writhe and twist like an animal in its death throes, blush on her cheek oh-so-bright with arousal, nipples stiffened from her pleasure and the cool air's exposure. "Oooh, slave, you're such a naughty fucking girl, I should spank you until you shit those panties, unnnnghhh! Mmmmnn, but I won't, sugar... Mistress keeps her promises... undress, come to me." Kris complied subserviently, always happy to take every order the draenei girl threw at her, hooking her thumbs into her pants and pushing those down forcefully, stepping out of them and crawling naked onto the bed, up to her lover, who welcomed her with open arms. They kissed, tongues slipping into eachother's mouths, curling around eachother, the two of them kissing sweetly and intimately for only a moment. Then Selena pulled Kris by the hips onto her lap, tail poking out between her thighs. Kris's hand slipped down, fingers hooking into the draenei woman, pleasuring her for her as her lover's blue tail hilted itself inside the night elf like a cock, making her scream with pleasure into Selena's mouth. "Mmmmmmfffh! Nnnnghh, mmmmmnnnn..." Was about all she could say, muffled by her mistresses tongue, having been practically already there before the draenei came in, the size of her entire tail inside her, stretching the night elf's tight pussy, it was practically all she could bear. Her fingers hooked in, found Selena's clitoris, and pinched and twisted it mercilessly. If she was gonna cum... her mistress was cumming with her! The two of them broke their kiss to force their chests together, both crying and screaming with lust as Kris rode Selena's tail, overwhelmed by the sense of arousal, the smell of cum and pee hanging thickly in the air. Oh, so kinky- her mistress was so fucking kinky- ooooh, and her pet... she loved that girl, so much.... Selena arched her neck and kissed her lover's cheek sweetly, groping both her asscheeks and giving them a squeeze. "Oh, baby... I'm... I'm gonna... nnnnghhh... oooh, fuck yes... baby I'm gonna cum..." "Nnnnghhh! Oooh, god, Mistress, I'm gonna cum too, unnngh! ~<3" "Mmmmmnn, yes, yessss, YESSS, OH, YES!" "Ooooh, oh, oh, OH, OoOoOoH, OOOOOH!!" "AAaahhh, nnnghh fuck, fuck me baby, fuck me so hard, I love you, I love you so MUCH, uhh, unnnhh, nnnnnyghhhh!" At that moment both ladies chose to release, this time not pee but cum, their love juices spraying all over eachother. Kris's cum trickled and gushed down Selena's tail in thick rivulets until she came, cum spraying out all over that tail, splattering against the other woman's lap, Selena cumming as well at that time, gushing all over her lover's fingers, cum coating her own tail and thighs and Kris's thighs, both of them releasing enough to slick their entire bodies up with, still grinding against eachother as they rode their orgasm, took as much pleasure from it as the both feasibly could. Kris lost her strength first, collapsing weakly against Selena's chest, her head resting on the woman's shoulder, fingers slipping out of her nethers. Selena held on just for a bit longer, rocking her hips against her slave's fingers until they were removed, both gasping and breathing heavily, bodies hot and glistening with sweat, cum, and pee, bodies so hot that steam practically rose up off of it. Kris let her eyes fall shut, and Selena let her head roll against the headboard, inward towards her pet's head, kissing the top of it affectionately. "Mmmnnn.... ooh, mistress.... what... do we do now?" "Nnngh.... mmmn, I guess... we clean up, drink a glass of water each, and do it again in a few hours?" <Chapter 2 to be continued at a later date>
So First off I apologize to the many people from AGD who probaly saw this one two years ago. It's pretty run of the mill wetting involving girls in their early twenties. Also I would like to point out that it was the VERY first story that I had ever ever written, so it's super cheesy and super self indulgent. apologies :) Also if the mods don't mind me posting old stories from another forum, there is one more story from way back when I'd like to post. Michaela jolted up in bed as her deafening alarm clock started to beep. She quickly silenced the alarm and rubbed her eyes, it was a little past 4 pm and she was supposed to meet her roommate Alyssa for a late lunch down the street. The two girls worked together as bartenders at a trendy nightclub nearby. Michaela didn't get home until 6 am that morning but tonight was the beginning of their weekend and she intended to put it to good use. Michaela crawled out from under the covers revealing her smooth tan legs, She was about 5'"7" and weighed around 108. She ran her fingers through her shoulder length straight brown hair and started to contemplate what outfit to put on. After careful consideration she finally decided upon a skinny pair of jeans with a pair of red and white cotton boy-briefs underneath. She slipped a red bra onto her perky B cup breasts and put a nearly see-through white tank top on. She eyed herself in the mirror as she applied her makeup, she was a beautiful girl with smoldering brown eyes and all the guys always tipped her the best out of all the female bartenders at her work. She hurriedly grabbed her purse and threw some black flip-flop sandals on as she walked out the front door and towards the cafe two blocks south of her apartment in the middle of the entertainment district. "Hey what took you so long girl? Didn't you get my texts? You were supposed to be here 15 minutes ago!" Alyssa said as she sipped on a cold beer at a small round table on the patio of the cafe. "I'm so sorry Aly, I just woke up, came as quick as I could," Michaela replied as she took a seat next to her friend. She had only known Alyssa for a little under a year but they quickly became best friends and there was nobody in the world she felt more comfortable around. They had met at Michaela's 21st birthday party at a bar that Alyssa used to work at, Alyssa was one year older and Michaela had always envied how cool and confident her best friend was. Alyssa always seemed to be in control of every situation and she intimidated every guy around. Today she was looking extra confident wearing a short white pleated skirt that showed off a pair of white cotton panties with little red hearts printed on them. She had on a tight pink and white striped polo shirt with a white bikini top on underneath. She only stood at 5 feet and 4 inches and weighed barely 105 but her attitude was as feisty as any girl could get, Michaela loved that about her blonde, blue-eyed friend. The two girls ordered a pitcher of margaritas and an appetizer plate of fried vegetables and began to discuss the plans for that night. "We should check out that new club down on Mayberry Avenue tonight," Alyssa said. "It's ladies night tonight, we definitely wouldn't have to buy a single drink for ourselves ya know?" Michaela smiled and nodded, "Sounds good to me, I'm kinda broke right now anyway. I think if spent almost 300 dollars the other day at the mall on new clothes." "Sweet," Alyssa said happily. "Hold on a sec, I gotta pee like a racehorse, be right back." Michaela poured herself another margarita while she waited for her friend. She started to have the urge to pee but figured she'd just wait till they were about to leave. She always had a good bladder capacity. They drank at the cafe for a little over 2 hours before paying their check and heading 6 blocks west to the Avenue where all the nightclubs and nightspots were located. It was a Thursday night and the street was right next to the local college campus. People always started to fill up the street as the sun came close to setting; it was extra crowded tonight due to a college football game that just ended. The two girls were swaying slightly as they walked, feeling a bit tipsy from that pitcher of margaritas. For being bartenders, neither girl could hold their alcohol particularly well. As they made their way towards their destination a sudden urge hit Michaela, she realized she hadn't relieved herself in quite some time and the alcohol had filled her up to full. "Hey Aly, let's hurry up and get into the club. I forgot to pee before we left the restaurant and I really need to go." They walked a bit faster towards the club and could see that the line was ridiculously long, especially for how early it was. Michaela figured it must be since the place just opened up, but that didn't make her bladder feel any better. She stepped into the long line crossing her legs slightly. She could feel the pressure growing by the minute. "I gotta go too, but it's not that bad of a line, probably be inside in 15. You can hold it," Alyssa said." Michaela almost protested, but it would be of no use, her friend always had the last word whether she liked it or not. She looked around at all the different people in line to keep her mind off the growing pain inside of her abdomen. She usually was able to hold her pee for long periods of time; something Alyssa always had problems doing when she drank a lot of alcohol. Michaela had probably seen Aly wet herself a couple times now. The last time she witnessed the blonde having an accident was when the two of them were at the beer garden at an outdoor rock concert a couple of months back and all the port-a-potties were full. Alyssa ended up peeing her denim shorts in front of everyone, though she never made a big deal about it. "Alyssa! This line isn't moving at all! We've been here for 20 minutes and I swear we moved 5 feet! We really need to find somewhere for me to pee, I don't think I can hold it much longer," She groaned and started to press her hand into her crotch showing the severity of her situation. "OK OK! I have an idea," Her friend replied. "We'll just head around back to the alleyway alright? Quick and easy, no prob." Michaela had a slight fear about peeing in public places, she hated the idea of somebody watching her but at this point it seemed like the best option. The girls made their way to the back of the building to a thin alleyway behind the nightclub. "Oh no." Michaela's heart started to beat faster as she saw there was a group of college boys hanging out on one end of the alleyway smoking. She was walking awkwardly at this point from the desperation, her hand still pressed up into her crotch. "Aly what am I gonna do?" she asked. "It's only a couple of guys, just set up behind that dumpster there! Michaela started to breathe heavy. "You know I can't do that in front of people!" "Oh you're such a princess sometimes," Alyssa responded, before heading over to the dumpster, dropping her panties and peeing right there on the asphalt. The college boys start to point and whisper to each other about the hot drunk looking girl peeing only 30 feet away from them. Alyssa didn't seem to notice, or even care for that matter, but Michaela was too scared to pee there and walked off towards the front of the club. She got back into line and thought maybe it would start to move. She very visibly needed to go at this point and everyone could see her hopping up and down holding herself almost frantically. She waited another 10 minutes before she felt a quick shooting pain from her bladder. She felt a couple drops of urine drip into her underwear and Michaela bolted around all the people to the front. Her mind was racing with thoughts of not making it to the bathroom in time and it was almost too much for her to bear. She hobbled up to the bouncer at the front gate and pleaded with him to let her in to use the bathroom. Alyssa came up following her a minute later and stood by as her friend pleaded her case. "Look girl," the bouncer said. "We got a lot of pretty young things lookin' to get in here, what's so special about your ass?" "Please," she pleaded, jumping up and down with her finger pressed up into her peehole. "I'll do anything, just let me in before these other people, puleeease!" "Well..." he said. "Ayte, look, you show me your tits and I'll let you and your lil girlfriend in first ayte?" "Are you serious??" she shouted. She couldn't believe she about to urinate all over herself and the bouncer had just asked for her to flash him in front of a huge line of people. "You wanna get in or not cutie?" He smirked, unable to contain how proud of himself he was. A huge wave of desperation came over her and she crossed her legs tighter. She bit her lip but knew she had to get in somehow or she'd end up having an accident right here in the street. She hadn't had a pee accident since she was in elementary school and she sure didn't want to have one now. She turned her head away and reluctantly lifted up her white tank and red bra, giving the arrogant bouncer a good look at her cute breasts. Sure she'd flashed plenty of guys before, but it was usually when she was ALOT more intoxicated than what she now was. The bouncer smiled and lifted up the rope to let the girls into the club. "Have a nice night girlies," he said as he flashed a shit-eating grin. Michaela started to hobble as quick as she could through the club looking for the bathrooms. Eventually she saw a sign for the ladies' room pointing up a flight of stairs and scrunched her face and groaned. "Hey while you go pee I'm gonna go grab a shot at the bar, cool?" Alyssa said. Just the mere mention of pee and alcohol made Michaela's bladder start to throb. She started to feel sick and began to ascend the daunting staircase. Her jeans were too tight to walk very fast up the stairs and they pressed down on her bulging bladder making it almost too excruciating to move. "You can make it, you can make it," she started to mutter to herself quietly as she took each agonizing step. She slowly worked her way up, as each step caused a violent shooting pain in her aching bladder. As she approached the top of the staircase she missed her footing slightly and stumbled forward just a little bit. A hot spurt of pee made it's way out of her and into her thick cotton panties. She started to breathe faster and jammed her hand against her peehole. She looked down quickly but nothing was visible on her jeans. "Oh no, oh no, Michaela don't pee yourself, don't pee yourself," she murmured under her breath. She took the last few steps to freedom before a sudden sight that made her grimace in disbelief; there was a line for the ladies' room. Tears started to well up in her eyes and she started to tremble in both pain and fear. Here she was, a 22-year-old woman and she was about to wet her pants like a little girl. "Please, please," she begged. "Can someone please let me go to the front?? I gotta go so bad. Please, please, I'm gonna pee my pants." She felt another spurt of pee gush out, this time a lot longer. Her panties couldn't hold the amount and a small wet spot appeared on her crotch. She started to cry softly and her mascara started to run down her soft cheeks. She pushed her hand tighter into herself as another jet of urine shot out, the wet spot starting to move down the inside of her thighs. "Oh my God!" one girl in the line exclaimed. "That chick is like, totally losing it!" The girl in the front of the line looked on in amazement and quickly offered her spot to poor Michaela. She quietly thanked her under the soft crying and hobbled as fast as she could to the open stall, trying to stop another spurt of pee from coming out... Another wave of desperation hit her as she opened the stall door and a spasm overtook any strength she had left in her bladder muscles. The stream of pee started to come out full force into her panties and jeans. Her young body was trembling as she struggled to unbutton her jeans but the torrent of warm pee was too much and she just cried harder, sobbing loudly in the echoing bathroom. The pressure was overwhelming and she couldn't stop it anymore as the glistening wetness quickly spread all the way down her legs and onto her feet, splashing onto the cold tile ground. Her tight jeans became soaked all down the inside of her legs and from her ass all the way down the back. She sat down on the toilet and just cried until her eyes were red, in utter shock that she had just completely peed her pants for the first time since she was a little kid. She had never felt more terrified than at the thought of having to walk through the busy nightclub in pee-soaked jeans for everyone to see. It took a good 15 minutes before she got enough courage to get ready to leave the bathroom stall. She took out her cell phone and texted Alyssa to meet her at the front as fast as she could. Michaela then took a deep breath, wiped away some tears and made a beeline for the exit. She could feel all eyes on her as she left the bathroom and jogged down the stairs. "Whoa I'm glad I'm not that girl!" She heard one female say on the way down. Michaela felt her face turn beet red with embarrassment as she left the building, her head held down in shame. "Sweetie are you ok?? Let's get you home right away!" Alyssa said as she put her arms around her trembling friend. There was no way a taxi was going to pick them up with Michaela looking like she did so they cut through the back alleys to get to their apartment as promptly as possible, Alyssa holding her friend close. They got to the front door of their place and Aly turned the key in the lock and let her best friend into the apartment. "Come on honey, let's get you cleaned up," She said as she led Michaela into the bathroom they shared. Michaela sat on the shut toilet as Alyssa unbuttoned her friend's wet jeans and pulled them down to her ankles, revealing her cute red panties, still glistening with all the pee. "It's not so bad is it?" she asked as she pulled the jeans all the way off and tossed them into the bathtub. "What are you talking about? I've never been more humiliated in my entire life," Michaela said quietly as tears started to form in her eyes yet again. "Aw sweetie, don't cry, I hate it when you're sad. I mean, hey you survived, I've been there. And I bet it felt pretty good just to get all that pee out of your achy bladder huh? Didn't it feel good at all, feeling that warmth all over you?" Michaela started to get confused about what her friend was talking about. Did she really mean to say peeing her pants was supposed to feel good? Suddenly Alyssa stepped forward over the toilet where Michaela was sitting and smiled. Michaela could hear a familiar gushing sound and she looked down in astonishment as her friend released her pee muscles. The fresh urine jetted out of Aly's peehole and soaked through her little heart print panties, making its way down her legs and onto the bathroom floor. She pushed her hand into her crotch, causing the pee to soak the front of her white skirt as it cascaded downward. Alyssa made a puppy dog face like a little girl, "Oops! I think I had an accident." She leaned closer to Michaela and whispered in her ear, "Can I tell you a secret? I just love wetting myself." She started to kiss Michaela's neck, and then kissed her on the lips, slipping her tongue into her mouth. She took her hand and pressed it into Michaela's drenched panties, rubbing her clit as she kissed her. She rubbed her harder and harder until the Brunette started to moan softly. Michaela didn't mind the wetness of her underwear anymore; in fact it started to turn her on as her friend caressed her with a vigorous passion. The smell of all that urine made Alyssa feel euphoric as she started to rub one of Michaela's firm breasts with her other hand. She massaged her friend's clit with more speed until all at once Michaela sprung her body back and cried out, reaching orgasm. She had never done anything sexual with a woman before, but Alyssa just felt so safe to her. All her recent pain and humiliation just washed away. She suddenly felt like everything was gonna be just fine... PART 2 ---- Michaela awoke to the feeling of Alyssa nibbling on her ear. "Morning sunshine, how are you feeling?" Alyssa asked. "I feel fine," Michaela replied before turning over her body to look Alyssa in the eyes. All the feelings of sheer embarrassment from the night before just washed away when she looked at her best friend. She kissed Aly on the lips and smiled. "What do you wanna do today?" "Well we don't have anywhere to be for a couple days, we could have a lil fun, yeah sweetie?" "Like what kind of fun?" Michaela asked Alyssa sat up and crawled out of bed. She walked over to Michaela's closet and started rummaging. She inspected all the clothing articles and had a look of solemn contemplation on her face. "OK Michaela, I know you've never done any of this before so I'm gonna ease you into it. We're gonna play the game where you have to do what I tell you to do alright? But don't worry; I won't make you do anything too outrageous. It's gonna be fun. I have an idea! Let's go to the fair that is in town, it sounds like it could be good. But fiiiiirst, let's pick you out an outfit for the day!" Alyssa picked the clothing items and dropped them onto the bed in front of Michaela. She had chosen a black push-up bra, a sheer white t-shirt with the logo of a local rock band on it, a pair of white cotton panties with a black bow on the front of them, and a short frayed denim skirt. She smiled and trotted off towards her own room down the small hallway. The two girls took their time getting ready and eventually Alyssa came back into Michaela's room. She was wearing light pink plaid shorts with a white thong on underneath. Her small breasts looked especially good in a short pink shirt that showed off her pierced navel. Michaela noticed she was wearing the same white bikini top on underneath her shirt that she had worn the night before. "You ready Michaela? If we leave now we should get there around 4." "Ya I'm almost ready, just lemme go take a pee real fast and we can go." Alyssa gave a little devious smile, "No sweetie. You get to do what I say today and I don't think we have the time sorry. You can go later when we get there." Michaela was starting to figure out what this game was about but didn't say anything out loud. The two friends left their apartment and headed down a block until they found a taxi to take them to the outskirts of town where the fair was being held. It was a 20-minute ride and soon they were standing at the main entrance where the ticket booths were. They paid their 12 dollars each and headed towards the center. "So Aly what do you wanna do? They have exhibits, and rides, and shows, ooh and we can get some funnel cake." Michaela started to feel a little pressure in her bladder and turned to her friend, "Hey the bathrooms are over there on the corner, let's head over there for a sec." Alyssa put her arm around her friend and pulled her in the other direction towards the food stalls, "Sorry honey but I really need to eat something and we should probably stay hydrated in this sun. We're right here by the food so let's do this first." Michaela didn't like the sound of that, but figured she could hold on and didn't really want to break the game so quickly. The two of them wandered over to one of the stands and Alyssa ordered them two large fresh squeezed lemonades and strawberry shortcake. They took the stuff over to one of the many wooden tables and sat down. Michaela started to squirm as her friend handed her one of the lemonades, "Aly I don't think I can drink this, I have to go to the bathroom remember?" "No no, you'll be ok, it's good to stay hydrated in this heat, and I don't want you to get sick, ya know? I'm just looking out for you. Besides, you have to do what I say, and if you finish all of it I'll take you to the toilets ok?" "You promise?" "Sure I do." Michaela reluctantly slurped down the drink. As she finished a little over half of it, she could feel her bladder start to ache and found each sip to be harder and harder to take down. Alyssa finished her drink and smiled watching her friend struggle to consume the beverage. "OK, OK, OK, I'm done with it now take me the bathroom." "Aw, alright sweetie let's go." Alyssa took her hand and start skipping towards the bathrooms when she noticed a sign for the Haunted House and changed course. She very forcefully tried to drag Michaela towards the attraction but she stopped dead in her tracks. "No! You promised me I could go to the bathroom now! I really must go! I know what you're trying to do, make me wet myself! Look, I'll play your little command game but PLEASE don't make me pee myself in public, I REALLY don't wanna do that again. Please." "Don't be such a little baby Michaela. If you care about me you'll do what I say! And after the haunted house I really promise that I will take you to the bathrooms OK? Pinky swears!" "No lies this time!! I really don't know if I can hold it that long though..." "I know you can hold it Michaela, I believe in you. Now come on I wanna see the haunted house!" Michaela was not excited about having to hold it much longer but went along with her friend to the attraction. Her bladder still felt sore from holding it so long the night before and she didn't think she would last too long. The two of them got their tickets and entered the haunted house. The place was a big barn that had been sectioned off into different rooms where fair employees dressed up as scary creatures and terrorized the guests. They entered the first room and found a woman dressed like a witch cackling and stirring a big cauldron in the center. Alyssa took Michaela's hand as they happily walked into the next room. As they got through to one of the center rooms it suddenly became very dark and a fog machine covered the place in a light mist. Michaela was walking slowly darting her eyes back and forth to try and see in the low light. Suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed Michaela on the shoulder. Alyssa saw the figure behind them and let go of Michaela's hand before jumping back a couple feet. Michaela gasped and felt a hot spurt of pee rush out of her and into her panties. The liquid was just enough to drip down her leg a little bit before she jammed her hand into her crotch and managed to stop the flow. The figure that had grabbed her stepped back into the shadows from where it came and the two girls quickly darted out into the next room. "Oh shit, I wet my panties a little bit. Crap that was scary. Can we get out of here now? I'm gonna have an accident!" Alyssa had a smile on her face in the dark, "sure we can go...but that means we still have to find our way out through the rest of the rooms." Michaela cringed and exhaled deeply before starting to walk faster out of there. The slight release made the pressure on her bladder feel a little bit less, but she still really needed to go. They walked through a dark corridor and started to hear a loud recording of a ghastly laugh playing from the speakers above them. Michaela was looking to one side when out of nowhere a man in a mask popped out and growled menacingly right into her face. She shrieked and jumped backwards, slamming her back into the wall, causing her to drop down to her knees. She tried to catch her breath when she realized she was peeing. She had gotten so scared she hadn't even noticed the fresh urine that exploded out of her and had begun to run like a river out of her underwear and down her legs. Her skirt was so tight against her body that it couldn't help but get drenched with the pee that ran down her. It started to pool around her knees, but she was still too shaken up to move. She sat there and peed for what seemed like forever. A couple tears started to form in the corners of her eyes, but she stopped herself from crying and stood up. She dashed out of the rest of the rooms and finally made her way to the Haunted house exit where Alyssa seemed to be waiting for her already. "Michaela.... whoa what happened? Did you get really scared in there? Your skirt is soaked." "Oh my god Aly, Oh my god, I can't believe I just peed my pants in there, I can't believe I just did that. Holy crap, where were you?" "Oh I dunno, I guess I got a little bit ahead of you. It's OK...let's get you cleaned up OK? Alyssa went to a nearby booth that was selling novelty tie-dye shirts and bought a large one for Michaela. "Here, this'll be long enough to cover your skirt so nobody can tell k?" Michaela's face was bright red and she felt funny standing there at the fair in wet clothes and quickly put the T-shirt on. She felt ashamed of what just happened, but not like she had felt the night before. Strangely the wetness also made her feel a bit naughty, she was confused as to whether she felt good or bad about what had just occurred. Alyssa suggested they try out the tilt-a-whirl and she agreed to go on it with her. The ride was one where it spun you around about 30 feet in the air while also spinning you almost vertically. They paid the ticket fee and hopped on. The ride lifted them into air and started to twirl around and around. "Hey Michaela?" "Yeah, Alyssa?" "You really are my best friend you know that?" "Of course I know that, you're my best friend too." Alyssa smiled and amidst the twirling took Michaela's hand and put it on the crotch of her shorts against her peehole. Michaela looked down and noticed a wet spot appear. Alyssa closed her eyes and the wet spot started to grow and grow as they spun around and around and around. Her pink plaid shorts turned darker as the pee soaked right through the thin material. Aly's pee started to form a small pool underneath her ass and Michaela felt the warmth jetting out against her hand. Her underwear was clearly visible under the shorts and Alyssa sighed in happiness. It ran down Alyssa's legs and Michaela started to rub her beneath the drenched shorts. They kissed each other on the lips as the fair's firework display started to explode in the sky in front of them. They were going to be best friends for a very long time.
[8:30 Am] As a loud buzzing sound filled the room, the purple haired girl fumbled around from under the covers to silence the abomination known as her alarm clock, before crawling out from under them. The day was young, but she certainly didn't seem pleased. With her ruffled purple hair, and wrinkled Pajamas, she arose from the bed and stood up, checking. 'Okay, dry this time.' She thought to herself as she patted the bed, and moved on to pick out her outfit. The girl herself used to be relatively confident in her own bladder control, and had no problems. However, a few years back, thanks to a rather unpleasant experience she would rather forget, her control had started to waver. More than that, she had a really bad nervous condition. If someone had touched her in a place that would alarm her, (such as her somewhat developed breasts, her rear, or her most private area) her body would tense up, and she would react as if she had been through something terrifying, her brain sending out the signal to vacate all unecessary baggage... Which, unfortunately, meant her bladder in most cases. Thankfully though, she felt dry at the moment. "Alright...time for school.." she called as she changed into her usual attire, a dark blue shirt and a knee length black skirt. No need to try to be flashy now, right? She started down to the kitchen, noticing as a figure with long dark blue hair leaned over. "Ahh~ Kusu, would you like to ride in Nii-san's car today?" the voice called, a suave tone that had melted the hearts of several individuals at the school. "No thanks Kaoru." she called as she picked up a cereal bar and picked a bottle of water out of the fridge. "I'll just take the bus." Her brother always offered, but she rarely took him up on it. Not that he wasn't sincere in his gesture, but because her brother was quite the opposite of her. Extremely well known in school. His car was no exception, and as such, people tended to crowd it when he arrived. And with so many people, she'd likely get bumped into, and...well.. She didn't want that to happen for obvious reasons. As she started towards the bus stop, she downed the water and the Cereal bar of hers, as she calmly waited at her stop. Thankfully, she was the only one at her stop today, and as such, breathed a sigh of relief. Not that many people bothered her, thinking her aversion to being touched was some kind of OCD or something, but mainly for the relief of getting on the bus without incident. She felt the water starting to move through her, but didn't mind. After all, it was just a little bit. And soon enough, the bus itself emerged, opening it's doors to her as she quickly moved near the back to one of the seats by herself. The bus was generally crowded, but she usually could find an empty seat for herself, or at least out to the side so they wouldn't touch her much. And as the ride continued, people filled up the other seats, and they were about to start on their merry way to school. However....As Kusuri had just started to drift off feeling herself sloshing about a bit, a small thumping on the bus snapped her out of it. "HEY!!! HEY WAIT!!" an unfamiliar voice called, as the bus slowed to a stop, and a figure with green hair started up to the doors, and entered the bus, handing the driver a slip to show that he was new. Kusuri paused a bit, wondering just who the figure was as he started back. Surely.....Surely he wouldn't.... But as he moved, he kept going, looking at the full seats, before noticing Kusuri sitting next to the window, looking back at him. And sure enough, he sat down next to the purple haired girl, leaning over. "Sorry, only open seat." he called to her, the voice being lost in her mind. Someone was next to her....Someone was close..... Her heartrate sped up a bit, as she suddenly closed her legs a bit. That water felt a bit closer than she'd thought. It really shouldn't have felt like it did, but the intrusion to her personal space had sparked activity. Her whole body seemed to tense up as he sat near her, mouthing words of some kind as she flinched a bit. "I'm new here, so I was hoping.." she caught as the boy was trying to converse, the girl lowering her hands under her bag. She felt the need to hold now, to remind her body it wasn't time. She'd gone through this before. Her body wasn't ready to release, and she didn't need to. She shouldn't have needed to, anyways. As the boy spoke more, the bus took a sharp turn, his shoulder coming up to meet hers to provoke a flush from the girl. He was...his shoulder..... She had to lower her other hand at this, clenching herself tightly as she felt her urge starting to pent up more. She was fine...She was fine....she was fine. There wasn't a need to worry, it was just her shoulder. She didn't need to over-react like this. She kept chanting the mantra to herself as she tried to calm down, before eventually being thrust forward by a sudden stop. "We're here!!!" the bus driver called, as the other kids started to head off the bus, crowding the small passageway as Kusuri waited, everyone heading out of the bus as quickly as possible. As the last person seemed to escape, she stood up and started out, her body having calmed down considerably with the boy gone. She definitely had to pee now, but she didn't have to worry about losing it on the bus. Giving a light wave to the driver though, she flinched as she stepped off. "Hey, are you okay?" the boy's voice called as he stood, having apparently waited on her. "You seemed awful fidgety and quiet on the bus..." Her heart started to pound again, as she struggled to find her voice. "Y..Y..yeah, I just get..." she stammered as she walked, feeling her body start to jolt back into it's previous instance of desperation, before her legs buckled underneath her, the green haired boy leaning out to grab her. "Woah, careful. You definitely don't look.." He called as Kusuri gasped, the boy's touch provoking a small spurt to sneak out of her and warm the front of her panties. "SorryIgottagorightnow" She called as she fumbled out of his grip with a hand dug into her crotch, running full speed towards the bathroom as she felt her control starting to lax. Another spurt. And another. A definite damp spot would be on her skirt as she managed to enter the bathroom, slamming one of the stall doors shut before lifting her skirt and sitting down. She let out a deep sigh of relief as she felt the warmth escaping her, drenching her poor panties, but giving her the sweet relief that she had needed so badly. It spread across her area a bit, some even going back to warm her rear as she moaned a bit, gushing for almost a full minute. "Much....better..." She called as she reviewed the situation in her head. Okay, so this new boy was in the school, and he didn't seem to know how she felt about others. Well, it should be fine so long as she could avoid him. Yeah, of course. She eventually paused, before sliding off her panties to look at them. Originally striped with blue, they now looked more like a dark green with a few blue lines sticking out of it. Another pair...ruined again because of her problem. She interally sighed at her misfortune, before wiping herself off, and ditching her panties. She'd have to stop by the nurses office again to get changed. Such a pain... However, she waited a bit before leaving, wanting to make sure that she didn't get caught up with the crowds as she eventually left the bathroom and headed to the nurses office, explaining what happened to the woman as she comforted her with the usual comments, and helped her get changed. Then a few minutes later she arrived at her class, opening the door to see the teacher pointing at the blackboard. "Ah, Kusuri-chan, Nice to see you." the teacher spoke as he turned to her. "If you'll take your seat, we can continue on with the lesson." She nodded lightly to the teacher, as she started back. Her desk was in the back of the room, so as to avoid contact with some of the others, and to help her keep her thoughts calm. She could work there. She'd be fine... Though, she felt a lot less fine as she noticed the usually empty desk next to her filled... By none other, than the green haired boy from earlier.
Twas a peaceful day people playing peceful music and suddenle-- BANG!!!!!!!!!! the sound came from two kids, from a school for specialy gifted kids, playing a game of "pee war" no you dont battle with the urine you battle while holdin urine MUCH HARDER!!! the game only had two rules. 1)no outside interference and 2)IF YA pee YA LOSE! The two players were young boys named Jonah and Justen. They dont get along for a specific reason; very grousome; I DONT LIKE SAYING IT! Jonah was to be considered the good guy who wasn't afraid of anyone while the other well u can probably guess. the flash of beams being shot at each other blinded passer-bys dust being kicked into the air wasnt helping either. Both boys were desperate but were not going to allow themselves to lose this. Justen especially had both hands jammed on his crotch squirming in one spot. Jonah knew this and even though he felt the same way was able to use both his hands at will. Even so much so that he was recognized for never using the bathroom at school or any school at that matter. He was undefeated at this game and was going to be victorious again. Justen was on the verge of insanity his bladder overfilled.He was going to burst for sure. For the wining blow his signature attack but not even his strongest was used this was a sure KO but at this game a bit risky, he pulled out a bottle he kept hidden from teachers containing "Deco" dangerous substance many may have told on him if they didn't have it themselves or if he wasn't so stealthy. HE DRANK HALF THE BOTTLE AND TUNED INTO AN ELECTRIFIED ALMOST BEAST-LIKE CHILD RUSHED AT THE AT THE BLADDER BURSTING CHILD AND SHOCKED HIS ABDOMEN. Was not long until a puddle of pee started flowing onto the dirt underneath him. Justen had lost and let out a large sigh of relief. So embarrassed he was sobbing on the floor in the glistening puddle of smelly urine tainted with dirt. Once regaining composure all the cheers for Jonah's victory stopped. Justen did what any loser at the game does so that teachers don't notice during class, splash water on himself and use fire to dry off quickly. "You got lucky" he said. "Whatever not like it matters to us since we can use our powers to dry off don't take it seriously." Jonah said. "In any case I guess i'll take a quick pit-stop b4 the bell ri--. ringing noise Aww crap!" "Hah sucker." said justen. "Ah whatever I'll make it through until break, until then cool yourself off, whoever heard of a bully that can't take a joke seriously." *** Next was a double period of English one of Jonah's best subjects suddenly his lower abdomen gave a shot of pain this was unusual as school lessons had just started. No matter to him though. as the teacher came in he was dishing out notes on figures of speech. as the class came to a hush as he was dictaing about 10 mins later Jonah's bladder was getting harder to control. "What is this," he groaned. he used his strength and punched his lower abdomen trying to erect his well y'kno. no one seemed to notice but his friend beside him, Zedikel. "Whats going on?" "i gotta go to the bathroom like SOON" he whispered back. "Ya right." "I'm serious i don't know why." "Woah you are serious. How awkward." "Hold on i'll search for anything suspicious." After another period and a half of squirming he was really tired now literature was next and he REALLY WASNT IN THE MOOD. Two hands jammed on his crotch at any chace he got trying to remain composed. 10 mins in and things got increasingly worse. Literally sweating he lost control for a sec and a spurt leaked out not enough to soak through his pants although the warmth didn't help. "Dude this is insane I HAVE TO GO NOW!" "Ugh damn; wait." he nudged his head forward to signal him to look at Justen. A suspicious aura was emenating from his hands u could barely see it but he was using some sort of spell. "GRR that PIECE OF WORTHLESS-- look at that smirk on his face." he said with tears running down his face from the exauhstion. "Talk about a sore loser. Hey i have an idea." Jonah carefully leaned over to zedikel's chair and upon hearing the plan gained a mischeivous smile. Zedilek used his pwer and created an uproar outside the class The teacher said she would be right back as she left to check on the noise. The teachers absence caused the classroom to spring to life and while everyone was distracted Jonah took advantage taking painful steps and clutched Justen in a sleeper hold and teleported off somewhere. "WHAT THE HELL IS WITH YOU!" screamed Jonah. "Revenge what do you think." "REVENGE it was a freaking game for crying out loud your acting like a flipping turd on toast! Listen just Take off whatever spell you put on me." "No We are going to play that game again and i will win." "Like it matters its not even official plus unfair." "As long as i know i broke your streak i win." So angry he forgot about his predicament and let out another spurt stemming it just in time. "Fine." With that the war began every move Jonah made was murder on his bladder and weakened as well.Blast after blast they exchanged. Jonah's moves were still effective but not as much now. there was know way he could win with that spell constantly strengthening." He was practically kneeling on one leg and Justen took the opportunity. SMACK WENT A KICK that would usually break any normal person's teeth and he clutched Jonah and shocked him. That was it he couldnt hold on anymore. Urine rushed out of him as u could see the spot on him ever-growing and so was the puddle below. The intense warmth ran down his legs fro about a minute and a half. Having accomplished his goal he dropped the half conscious wet Jonah in his own puddle. He awoke and gained composure quickly not a tear down his face, that wasn't made of urine anyway. No emotion but anger. So for the first time he did what the losers did splash water and dry it with fire and since there was no spell the game got personal. He approached the laughing idiot leaving his large puddle behind physically and mentally. cracked his neck and suddenly the boy went silent and the air still. "Gulp" BAM! SNAP! CRACK! a barrage of punches kicks and turmoil-like attacks ravaged Justen most aimed for the lower abdomen (couldn't imagine why -_-") so as to not break any bones. ONE STOMP AND PILLARS OF EARTH AROSE LIFTING AND CRUSHING HIS BODY. one minute so for the finishing touches he scooped up a little of the still warm pee and splashed it all over his crotch. This wasn't for the title just for the revenge. The warmth of the pee was sure to wake him up so he wiped his memory clean of the last 30 minutes before he arose to consciousness and both were brought back to class before the bell for recess. Justen just regaining consciousness was slumped back in his chair and greeted by the sound of children laughing at him. he looked down and saw the wet spot and puddle on his chair. Jonah and Zedikel were the only ones aware of what REALLY HAPPENED but not like they would tell anyone. as one last measure Jonah took his water bottle, drank a large gulp in his chair right in front of Justen and the class surrounding him and said Well well Revenge is a total BICCH now isn't it. THE END.
I'm using their Japanse names for this, and I know I misspelled their last names... And it's also kinda long.... "It'll be fun going to the fair! It'll take our minds off stress and we'll relax, too." Makoto Kino said. She stared up at the ceiling, propping her feet up. She took out her green scrunchie and her messy brown hair fell loose to her shoulders. She put it up again. "Plus, the Outer Scouts can come with us. They are often busy." Minako Anio sighed. She flipped her waist-lenth golden hair. She fixed the bright red bow that always hung crookdly in it. "And fair food! Deep fat-fried in pure goodness!" Usagi Tuskino imanged the possiblties. "Hamburgers, corn-dogs, pretzals, ice cream cones-" Her eyes lit up. "And, those giant sodas they always serve. Me and Hotaru-chan are going to share one!" Chibiusa's eyes lit up. She was the youngest Sailor Scout, being 9. The girls had begged her not to drink the whole soda herself, because she still had some small bladder problems. "Well, we should get some rest. That way, we'll have lots of energy for tomomorow!" Makoto said. The girls nodded in agreement. ******* The Outer Scouts were already alseep in their mainsion, far from the giggly Inner Scouts. Haruka Tenouh was dreaming that she was winning at the dunk tank. She was extremly good at sports, so she threw the ball as hard as she good and the water splashed and slooshed on her. It was awfully warm, but that was probably because the sun had spent all day warming it. Haruka picked up Hotaru so she could try, and Hotaru hurled the ball at the tank. The water rained onto them, but it was almost boiling hot. Hotaru giggled. Haruka woke up, knowing it was just a dream. She looked at her bed-side clock-3:18 am. She sighed and tried to fall alseep, but she still felt hot. She felt her head and her neck, but the warmth wasn't coming from her face. She yanked the blankets off her bed and found out what happened... she had wet the bed. She started breathing heavy, because an 18 year old shouldn't be wetting the bed unless they were sick. But Haruka needed to get some sleep, so she placed a heavy blanket on top of the wet spot and fell asleep again. **** "Wow! Look how amazing it is!" Usagi breathed. Her eyes were bright and shiny, just as they always were when she was happy. The morning wind felt cool and light on her cheeks. She was dressed in beige shorts, a white puffy blouse, and a light blue jumper over her blouse. Her sandals were blue to match her jumper. The girls needed to dress casully and comfterbly today. She had white bows in her blonde, to the floor pigtails. Chibiusa was dressed in a white, dark blue and black checkered dress with a matching bow in her shoulder-lenth pink hair. Her shoes were polished black Mary-Janes with white lacy socks. She was slurping a slushy in a very annoying way. "Don't drink too much. You still can't handle all those liqueds. Let me have a drink." Usagi tried to grab the cup from her, but Chibiusa pushed her off. "My bladder will be fine Usagi. Shouldn't you be worried about yours?" She smirked. Makoto, Rei, Ami, and Minako came up behind her. Makoto was dressed in an orange wind-breaker, a matching hat, blue jeans, a yellow shirt, and white sneakers. Ami's looked more formal. She was dressed in a pink sweater, a blue skirt that reached her knees, and brown penny loafers. She had a blue bow on her sweater. "Aren't you hot, Ami-chan?" Minako asked, surprised. Ami shook her head. "I can always drink water if I get thristy." Usagi noticed someone was missing. Actually, 4 somebodys. "Where's Haruka-san, Michiru-san, Sutsana-san, and Hotaru-chan?" The girls shrugged. "Probably running late." *** Usagi started by eating 2 cheeseburgers before doing anything else, and, since it was so hot, 4 grape slushies. Chibiusa groaned. "Stop being such a pig. Let me have something to drink, too." She took her place in line and Usagi pulled her right out. "You just had 3 bottles of water and a slushy 5 minutes ago. Don't you need to pee?" Chibiusa giggled. "Usagi, it's a hot day! The fuilds are being turned into sweat, not urine!" She got one of those massive fair cups with soda in it. "Better let me have half." Usagi ripped it away and slurped it purely to drive Chibiusa mad. "Let's go on the Tilt-A-Wirl!" Chibiusa pointed. She smirked at the thought of Usagi barfing on all those poor fair-goers. "Alright, but the line better be short. I really have to go to the bathroom." Usagi crossed her legs. Chibiusa smiled evily. This was going to be good, she thought. **** "It's hot! Where's Chibiusa-chan?" Hotaru Tomue asked. She was dressed in a purple-pink tutu, white sneakers with hearts on the side, and a yellow sweater. She was being carried by Michiru. "Maybe they went on ahead without us. Maybe you should look for her." Michiru Kaioh let Hotaru out of her arms, and the black-haired girl rushed off. Michiru smoothed her aquamirine hair. She was dressed in a magneta dress that went down to her knees with a white belt tied around the center. The belt was really hard to undo, though. "Should we really let her run off like that? She might get in trouble." Haruka asked. She was hoping Michiru didn't notice her shaking voice. "She'll be fine. She's survived tough battles, so she can surivie one day at a fair." ****** Chibiusa felt a tug at her bladder and ignored it. "Look Usagi-chan! We are almost to the front of the line!" Usagi still kept her legs crossed. "Goody." The opratoer let them on and Chibiusa picked one she knew shook and rattled the most. "Usagi-chan, when the ride starts moving, don't think about that greasy fair food you ate, alright?" Chibiusa kept her hands in her lap to ease the growing pressure. Usagi nodded. "But my bladder hurts a lot. How long is the ride?" Chibiusa actually felt bad for her. But it was too late to get off because the operator had already turned the crank. Chibiusa sighed. She tried crossing her ankles and nothing worked. The ride started jerking and cranking. It jerked to the left harshly, and Chibiusa felt a hot spurt come out. She grabbed her crotch to prevent more. Usagi tried to grab her crotch, but her hands felt warm immeditly. She closed her eyes and felt the warmness grow more and more, running down her legs and forming a pool on the metal seat. There was also a puddle at her feet. The girl started crying. Chibiusa really felt bad for her, so she let go of her bladder control and her checkered dress grew dark. A puddle turned her lacy socks a rusty shade of yellow. Chibiusa tapped on Usagi and smiled. "You peed yourself to make me feel better?" Usagi asked, rubbing tears from her eyes. Chibiusa smiled and nodded. "Let's hope Haruka-san and Michiru-san don't see. They'll call us babies for sure!" Usagi giggled. "Or tell us that we need diapers!" Chibiusa giggled. The two girls said at the same time: "Or ask us if we want our bottles because we are baby princesses!" They couldn't contain their giggling. *** Hotaru rushed back to her parents, crying. "I haven't found Chibiusa-chan yet! And it's so hot! Can I get something to drink?" The sweat on her forehead mixed with her tears and made her eyes burn. Michiru scooped her up. It was mostly to ease pressure. "Sure, but don't get too much." Hotaru nodded happly, the tears still shining on her face along with the sweat. "I'll take her." Sutansna stood up and led the girl away. Hotaru seemed awfully giggly. "Haruka, you seem worried. Is something wrong? Is it too hot for you?" Michiru touched her lover's hand. She hoped Haruka didn't notice her despration, even though Michiru had her legs crossed now. "Nothing's wrong. It's just hot." Michiru saw a playful spark in Haruka's eyes. "And it's also really easy to get dehydrated. You should keep drinking water." Michiru smiled. She knew excatly what Haruka was trying to do to her, and she didn't mind it. She just liked to play it at home and not in front of random strangers. "Okay, but I want to go on the ferris wheel first." Michiru tugged on Haruka's arm. "Ouch! I don't like it when you pull me like that!" Michiru giggled. "I know. We should hurry before the line gets too long." *** Hotaru noticed Chibiusa's soaked dress and socks. She turned her head to watch an overly-dressed little girl crying. Hotaru noticed a stream coming from between her legs. "How was the ride?" Sutsana Menioh asked. She obiuvsly noticed the stained clothes, otherwise she wouldn't have asked. Chibiusa shrugged. She looked at Usagi's clothes. "Um, someone above us spilled a frozen lemonamde on us. Our clothes are still sticky and wet." She winked at Usagi. The afternoon sun lay high in the sky, making the girls sweat more. ** Michiru was hoping the ride would just end, because she really couldn't handle more pressure. She could tell Haruka was eating this up. "Is it over?" Michiru playfully asked. She looked over the top of her car to notice that the car had stopped at the top. "Ugh, we have to wait. Maybe even 10, or 15, maybe even 20 minutes." She moved closer to Haruka. "Maybe you should drink something else because we are so close to the sun." Michiru knew that was the stupiest thing ever. She playfully took the bottle from Haruka as a trick, then poured it all out below. "Oops, I lost control!" Michiru couldn't stop giggling now. She dropped the bottle onto the ground below, but she used both hands to throw it further. The wheel jerked then, and she almost lost control. She crossed her ankles and held her crotch. "I'll do it if you do." Michiru always knew her girlfriend listened to her, but not now. "Come on, for me? I'm pretty close to bursting!" Michiru moved even closer to Haruka. "Please?" she asked louder. Michiru felt warm. "Postive you don't want to? Because I'll stop the flow." The ferris wheel started up again. Michiru let the fuild flow. By the time they were off, she was compleatly soaked. She kissed Haruka. The blazing twilight sun laid low in the sky, melting down under the carosal. *** "How did today go for everyone?" Minako asked. She and Makoto had made banana cream pies for everyone while they watched the fireworks. Usagi and Chibiusa were stuck and stiff in their now dry clothes. "Someone spilled a slushy on us." Chibiusa lied again. Hotaru sipped some of her juice. "I saw a girl in a fancy dress today." She didn't add what the girl was doing. "Me and Haruka played a game." Michiru giggled. Her dress was stiff on her too, so between that and the tight belt, she had gotten a bad stomach pain. "Maybe we should talk about something else." Ami stated plainly. After the fireworks display, the Inner Scouts and Outer Scouts all got into the right cars. Usagi and Chibiusa sat in the back of Makoto's car so nobody could tell their clothes were soaked. "You guys peed yourselves on the Tilt-A-Wirl." Minako leaned into the back and stated. Usagi shrugged. "You figured it out." Minako made a sick face. "You guys are disgusting." Hotaru was trying to read a book in the dim light, then decided on something more amusing. "Haruka-papa, Michiru-mama, what did you do today?" Hotaru knew what the answer was, but she never tired of hearing it. "Haruka played a game with me and I lost control on the ferris wheel," Michiru would answer. At first she was giggly, and now she was annoyed. ****** The girls all went to their sepereate houses and fell alseep as soon as they hit the pillow. It was well over mindnight. They were thinking about how fun and wet their day was. They all thought: "We should do this more often."
Chibiusa sighed as she looked at her dress. She was clearly in bliss by staring at it. She already had her yellow lacy blouse on and her white knee-socks. She forced her body into the too-tight dress. The yellow bow hung loosely on the pink grahnm dress. Usagi danced in, looking like a fine lady. Her light pink dress went down to her feet, hiding her glass shoes. Her bow was white to match the trim on her collar. She stooped down to tie Chibiusa's bow. She twisted her daughter's hair around until it formed her pink pigtails, then Usagi moved to admire her work. Chibiusa breathed at Usagi's dress. "You look like a princess!" Usagi smiled. She dug around under her bed and pulled out a pair of black leather boots with heels. Chibiusa gasped. "Usagi-chan! Where did you get those?!" Usagi shushed her. "Just don't tell mama, okay?" Chibiusa nodded. She hiked her dress up and zipped the boots up, giving Usagi a breif view of her white panties with a pink bunny pattern. "I'm ready!" Chibiusa called, smoothing her dress. A couple of the girls were already there. "Usagi-chan!" They called. "Ami-chan! Mako-chan! Rei-chan! Minako-chan!" Usagi called. Her friends looked as fine and fancy as her. Ami was dressed in a light blue dress with a cream bow on the collar and matching straps. She was wearing white gloves that stopped at her elbow and a white choker. She was holding a snoozing Luna. Rei was wearing a blazing red dress that matched her fire attacks. Her necklace and shoes were a chilling blood-red. Makoto was wearing a green dress with navy blue that stopped at her knees, reavling her green heels. She had on gloves simluar to Ami's, and her bow was a light pink. Minako was dressed in an orange dress the same lenth as Makoto's with a pink lacy trim. Her pink bra straps were visable underneth the dress. She held a struggling Artemis. "Usagi-chan! You look like royalty!" Rei noticed. Usagi ran her hands down her dress, smoothing the creases. "Thanks." She blushed. Minako pushed the posing chair aside. "I hope the other girls get here soon. It's been a while since I've been to the bathroom, and once I put this dress on, I didn't feel like taking it off again!" She bounced to show Usagi her need. Ami sighed. "You mean you haven't gone to the bathroom in 2 hours?" Minako shook her head. "2 and a half." Chibiusa gasped. "That's impressive!" She sat on the posing chair with her ankles crossed. "Chibiusa-chan!" Hotaru came running up to see her friend. Hotaru was dressed in a cranberry gown with purple trim on the sleeves, white tights, and bright pink shoes. While hugging Chibiusa, she crossed her legs really quick. "Hey! I heard Mamoru-san is coming to pose with us!" Rei said matter-of-factly. Usagi's eyes lit up. "Really?! My Mamo-chan?!" She twirled around the studio and broke one of her glass heels, falling flat on her face in front of Michiru. "Here, I'll help you up." Michiru put her hand in front of Usagi and helped her up. Usagi fell into her arms because she couldn't walk with a broken heel. Minako had her hand in her crotch and was squirming, but people were too busy to notice. "Usagi-chan? What's wrong?" Sutsana asked. She was dressed in a black lacy gown that flowed and glided with her movements. Her tights and shoes were both ink black which made her look like a high-end lady. "Where's Haruka-san?" Usagi asked. She tried walking, but immdetialy fell down. Michiru giggled softly. Usagi's friends picked her up and helped her into postion. "Minako-chan, Hotaru-chan has to sit there!" Usagi whipsered. Minako looked at Usagi with plead in her eyes, but silently obeyed. She stood behind the chair. "Where's Mamo-chan?" Usagi looked around. Chibiusa got down on her knees on one side of that chair and Usagi did the same on the other side. Haruka showed up eventually and stood beside Michiru. Usagi kept looking around while her friends got into postion. Minako picked her best smile, but it faded when she felt something trickling down her leg. She moved her leg futher apart from the other one. She tried smiling again, then felt some more fluid trickling down. She kept moving until she and Artemis tumbled into Makoto's lap. Both girls fell down. Minako knew the second she hit Makoto that there was no stopping the flow. More drops ran down her legs and more pushed along her panties, changing her dress from a cheery orange to a dark red-orange. She kept forcing the spurts out, and her butt felt warm. She got up. Her friend's dress was dark green, starting at her crotch and going down until in reached the hem. Makoto blushed. The girls gasped. Hotaru, meanwhile, pushed her hands futher into her lap. She looked around to see if anybody was paying attoioun to her. She relased her hands and her cranberry dress grew into an ugly dark red. She sighed in relief as the urine flowed freely down her legs and stained her tights. Usagi and Chibiusa were busy undoing each other's bows in the middle of another of their little arugments. Chibiusa felt a hot spurt come out and pool into her shoes. She grabbed her crotch. "Ah, is the little baby going to pee herself?" Usagi couldn't help smirking. Chibiusa angrly glared at her. Usagi felt 3 hot spurts come out and seep into her shoes. Since her shoes were glass, everyone had full view of the drops. Chibiusa sunk to the floor and kept untieing her bow with only one hand. Usagi sunk down as well, shaking out her glass shoes. Chibiusa was only half-way done with her dress when her bladder muscle wall broke, causing the liqued to flow. She screamed. Usagi gasped, and, forgetting her despreate need, rushed over to her. Usagi's bladder compeatly broke and her dress turned dark pink and her shoes showed off her warm yellow droplets. Chibiusa let go of her crotch and crossed her legs. "I'm not taking the picture with a wet dress," She struggled to move, but her bladder was so swollen and heavy that she fell into Usagi's lap. Chibiusa looked up at her mother as she felt her bladder slowly emptying. She started crying. Mamoru came in at that point to see most of the girls sporting darkened dresses and teary eyes. They looked up at him. "Mamo-chan, we tried to wait for you," Usagi started. Mamoru kissed her. "You are such an understanding boyfriend," Usagi cooed. "Everyone should get into postion, anyway. I'll go behind Usagi-chan." Usagi closed her eyes and smiled. The girls took the poses they had before, not bothering to cover the wet spots. The girls never actually had a picture day that went well, but that was probably the most memroable-and wettist-one yet.
This is based on an omorashi dream I had last night.... and this is NOT Sailor Moon, I'm just using their dub names, which are not uncommon names. "Do we have everything we need?" Hayley asked. She tossed her short black hair as she went over the list. Amy pushed a gaint bag into the living room. "Here's the tent!" she called. Hayley eyed it, then checked it off her list. Mina walked in, juggling different canisters. "Here's all the water canteens! There's enough for each girl." Hayley smiled then checked that off. The other girls brought more things in, which Hayley greedly checked off. Food. Tents. Flashlights. Sleeping bags. She happily checked the last object off with a florish. "Next, we change into our out-door outfits." The outifits were a tan shirt and shorts with lots of pockets. The boots had spikes on them and went up to their knees. Each girl strapped a backpack on her back. They were starting out when someone called out. "Wait! Wait for me!" The girls rolled their eyes at their energitic friend. Her two blonde pigtails were flying behind her like kites as she struggled her foot into the boot. "I'm going to lead you guys! I'm very good at dirction!" She forced her foot in and flew across the room, bumping into Hayley's feet. "Fine." she stated. The girls gasped, but Hayley gave them a death look. They knew once Hayley made up her mind, there was no changing it. Serena was certainly energitic. She kept pointing at everything and bragging about how she was exprinced at dirctions. Two times she almost led the girls into a busy high-way. And another time Hayley and Amara got stuck in a sticky mud pit and 6 girls had to struggle to get them out. Nevertheless, Serena seemed to be the only one not hit by something or wearing an outfit that reeked of mud. Amy took out a bottle of water and slurped it. She placed the empty bottle in her backpack. Serena was looking from left to right to see where they were. "We should stop and eat something." Michelle said. Serena nodded. "I'm starving!" Serena took out a large peach and bit into it, the juice dribbling down her chin. Most of the girls felt sick after climbing so long, but the food made them feel better. Serena kept talking loudly at the top of her voice. After a while, the girls had eaten all the food they wanted to and drank lots of water and Gadorate. Serena didn't bother to pick up, instead, she started vomting into the bushes because of all the food. Hayley looked into the setting sun. "Let's keep moving," she said. Serena wiped her mouth off and started walking in front of the girls agian. After 2 hours, the girls had to take their flashlights out so they could see. Serena was despertly looking at a map. "Are we lost?" Mina asked in concern. Serena shook her head, hair coming out of her pigtails. "I'm postive we are going the right way." She walked a bit futher. Mina stared up at the starry night, rubbing her back on a tree branch, crossing her legs. "Well, I hope we get there soon. I really need to use the bathroom!" she called over the blowing wind. Hayley was futher in the woods, flashing her flahlight whenever she heard a noise. She grabbed her crotch and kept walking. An owl hooted in the distance. She gasped. "Serena?" She heard a stick snap and fell over a broken branch in surprise. "Serena? Please tell me that's you!" She heard a wolf howl and the wind chilled her. She started breathing heavy, looking around her. Her muscles went into spasms, and as she got up, a flow trickled out from both legs of her shorts. She grabbed her crotch but it did little to stop the flow. She smiled and fell back onto the dirt as a puddle formed under her. It covered her butt and drowned her feet. Once she was done, Hayley stood up and admired her wet shorts. "I can't believe I just peed myself compeltety out there," she said to no one in pacticuler. She started walking back to the other girls. Serena kept looking around, not noticing the desperte girls behind her. Mina sunk to the ground and grabbed her crotch, spraying the fluid everywhere. She sighed happily. Amy climed up a tree so she could see up ahead better, and sat on the branch with her legs dangling off so she could control the flow. She took another sip of water and took her binoculers out. A warm spurt came out and she squirmed endlessly, but refused to relive herself. She saw Serena still struggling to hold the map and the shine from Hayley's flashlight. She kept squirming until she fell off the branch and was hanging off by one hand. Her bladder wall broke and the warm urine slooshed down her legs and rained down onto the soil below. She swung by her arms and dropped onto the ground, letting the rest of the flow out. Serena was starting to feel desperte herself. She sat on a rock and kept sqiurming and crossing her legs. She would look up occcasionly, then focus on her bladder. She had to put the map down and grab her crotch. She looked around to see where the other girls were. Amara and Michelle climbed up trees to look out for Hayley as well. Michelle started slipping from her branch and while she was hanging, she mangaed to cross her legs. "Hayley? Where did you go?" She looked around and started slipping more. Tears came to her eyes as she imanged herself falling to her death. She started to imange herself swimming in a pool, something she loves to do. She shook herself awake as she kept slipping. She dreamed about jumping off the diving board into the warm water below. Something hit her back really hard and she woke up, startled. She had fallen and hit her back on a rock. She got up and noticed she had wet her shorts, some couple drops still draining out of her shorts. She felt so warm that she decided to stay there and rest, and before she knew it, she was asleep again. Serena looked to see if anybody was looking at her, and no one was. She let her crotch go and 3 hot spurts came out. She them uncrossed her legs, and 5 more came out. She stood up suddenly and the whole muscle wall contracted, causing the urine to flow. She smiled and placed one leg on the rock. Most drained out into the soil and some flowed onto the rock, splashing it and turning in gray. Serena placed her foot on the ground and wiped the sweat off her brow. Hayley got back at that point and collappsed on the ground. Serena stared at the snoozing girls and how most had wet themselves. She waved her hand around. "Perhaps we should just go home?" She nervously laughed.
A little girl with blonde pigtails stared onto her sirvalnce screens. She stroked her dog, Princess and smiled. She pushed a giant red button, and some of the girls on the screen stopped their running and looked down at their feet with surprised reactions. The girl was only 7, but she had the power to morph into someone 10 year older then her, and her power involved her messing peoples' bodies-thus, shaming them-which gives her energy. She swirled in her chair. The room was small, only big enough to hold the 8 giant screens that blinked on and off. She jumped up and her orange pinafore changed into a white skirt with a pink flower pattern, tan boots with flowers along the sides that made her 2 inches taller, and a cranberry sweater tied in the back. She gasped at her blood-red necklace that was carefully tied around her neck, the thing that gave her her 17 year old body. She lifted her skirt to reveal her crisp white panties. She loved how this was the only form that gave her possaible optiouns for exposing her underwear. She scooped the dog up. Her dog had curly brown fur and a golden collar and crown on her head and neck. The dog cleared her throat. "Ahem. Well, do you have the girls I asked for?" The girl sneered. "Not quite all-but enough to shame." She turned a dial on the steel door and it opened slowly. She dropped the dog. "How many? And which ones? We need the ones close to adulthood, not the foolish children." Princess explaned. The girl, Lisa, looked around and shrunk to her non makeuped child form. "You just said to bring the GIRLS! You said nothing about their ages!" She burst into tears. Princess sighed. "Let's just work with what you brought." Lisa jumped up and turned into her teenager form. She nodded. "Yeah!" Lisa opened one door a crack and winked at Princess. She was holding a giant pitcher of ice-cold lemonade. "Um, I thought we were supposed to make them pee themselves, not give them beavrages." Liza kicked Princess. "Foolish dog! This is to tempt them into peeing. See how it's yellow? Plus, I'll just make them imange that the pitcher is their full bladder, slowly emptying. BOOM! They'll be wetter then the Sea of Japan once I'm done." Lisa took a sip for good measure. Princess nodded, even though she only followed half. "Well, let's go." Lisa pushed the door open. Inside, there were two girls in simular ouftis tied to a ivy-covered post. Their heads were down, so one girl's hair was in her face. "I suppose you want me to let you go now." The long-haired girl lifted her head up a bit, so her aquamirine curls bobbed a bit. Her blue eyes shined with hatred. "Well, I'm not. I bet you are so desperte right now because magical girls NEVER, EVER think of using the bathroom before their missions!" The girl with aquamrine hair turned to see Lisa, floating on air and sipping her lemonade. She smiled. The other girl wouldn't look up, so Lisa figured this was the girl she needed to shame. She moved closer and slurped in an annoying way, sucking more air through the straw then drink. The girl lifted her head. She had her dirty blonde hair cut in a boyish way and she had dark blue eyes. She turned away. Lisa beamed. "This lemonade tastes really good. Cool and refreshing. I need to empty this whole pitcher of FLUID so that it doesn't overflow and make a mess!" she said in a sugary sweet way, yelling the word fluid as loudly as possible. Princess sighed. "We're doomed." The girl fell back in the air. "Princess," she whispered, "Which one looks more desperte?" she asked. Princess pretended to think. "I'd say the chick with the boy hair. She won't look at you, while the other girl is staring at floor. Wait a minute...." Princess realized. "Maybe they are both? Just keep slurping." she insructed. The poor 17 year old nodded. She stood in front of the girls, and, smiling her best fake smile, removed the straw and tipped the pitcher so more juice poured in. Some of the yellow drops fell by her feet. "Oops, I made a little puddle!" She fake-giggled. She moved a bit closer to the blonde-haired one just in case she was the desperte one. Uranus looked at the pitcher carefully. Tears came to her eyes as she watched the girl drinking the pitcher and giggling everytime she dropped some. Lisa saw the girl's tears. She dropped the whole picther on the floor, making it splash and crash. "Oh, look at the mess! I just lost control and made a huge mess!" She winked at Princess and a smaller cup full of water appeared. "Just imange if I rid the cup of all this fluid, how much lighter the cup will be! Don't you want to see how great an empty cup would feel?" Neptune opened her eyes to see what happened. She was surprised that nothing had happened yet. Uranus was desperte, but since she was tied, she couldn't do anything. She beat her boots on the tile. Lisa was whipsering to Princess about one of the girls. "Get ready to be overflowed with energy," she stated. Neptune felt sorry for her girlfriend. "You aren't really going to lose control, right? Because that is what fuels the girl's plans. She wants you to." Neptune pleaded. Uranus smiled at her. "That's what I plan to do. Then, she'll untie us and we can go find the rest of the girls." Neptune sighed. "I hope you know what you are doing." Lisa rushed to her control room to get something she always used for extracting energy-her necklace. She ripped it off and dashed back into the room where the girls were. Uranus crossed her legs so it looked like she tried despertely to hold on, then smiled at Neptune. Neptune smiled back. Lisa pushed open the door and Princess jumped onto her. "Ouch! What's wrong with you?!" Uranus let go and a stream fell from between her crossed legs. Princess started panting as her expasrated owner threw her off into the wall. "Ow, that hurts!" Princess cried. Neptune tried to break free of her cords and succceded. She fell to the ground and saw Lisa holding her necklace, glowing a chilling blood red after being fused with the energy. Princess growled and ripped the necklace away, scratchnig Lisa in the process. "Ow! Bad girl!" She fell to the ground with her legs in the air. Neptune half gasped, half giggled. "The necklace! Grab the freaking necklace! Don't stand around like a bunch of itiots!" Princess cried. Neptune and Lisa both dived for the necklace, but the impact of them caused the necklace to slid. Uranus broke free of her cords and tried diving for the necklace. "Grab the necklace!" "No, grab the girls!" "Grab both!" "You lost control? That explans why I'm attracted to you again." "Let's do it later. Now, let's grab the necklace!" Nobody could get anything done because they were running around chasing the necklace. Lisa jumped into the air, but because of her powers, stayed like that. This allowed Princess to grab the necklace and finish collecting the energy. Neptune swiped it away and tried to crack the glass. Lisa fell to the ground and ran off with the necklace. "Look! It's the way out!" Neptune cried. She started running towards the door. Princess slipped on the spilled lemonade-or what she hoped what was lemonade, since it was under the post. "Where's the necklace?" she asked. Lisa started screaming in mid-air. "No! I don't care about the energy now! I just want the girls!" She morphed into a 7 year old again. "Find them!" She fell into her chair to oversee her screens again. She pushed the button. "I know where your little friends are, Sailor Scouts. You can't run from me forever!" She saw Neptune sinking to the ground crying and Uranus kissing her to make her feel better. Neptune smiled and got up, her skirt dripping. Princess sat next to her mistress so she could be stroked. "You won't hide from me forever, Sailor Scouts. I have the power to make your social lifes aboustley mishrable." She laughed.
Original wetting fic I posted on another board. It has some mild scat in the middle, so if that grosses you out, here's a warning. Other than that it's wetting and desperation. The entire empty room was washed out with a bright white light. The girl stood near the doorway though there no longer seemed to be a door. Her hazel eyes had a look of confusion and her matching dark medium length hair flung around as she spun quickly looking for some way to leave. There did not appear to be an exit. This was definitely not the right place to be for 3rd period computer science. A kid from her last class had told her this was the lab for professor Wilkins’ class, but now she didn’t even know where she was. Now if she could even find her way out of here, she was going to be seriously late. Not a good way to start her first day of Ninth Grade. Just when she was about to become frantic the light began to slowly dim until she could no longer see in front of her. A quick flash of blue spread from the center of the strange room and a woman appeared. She wore a blue gown and had long flowing blonde hair with a sweet smile, but something was wrong. Her skin was ghostly pale and the girl thought she looked almost…. pixilated. That was probably the best word to use. She stared at the blue clad woman and just blinked. “Hello Child,” the woman said in beautiful tone. “My name is Melody, I will be your guide.” “What is this place?” The girl asked. The woman did not respond but continued as though she did not even hear her. “Please state your character’s name.” She had a sweet and disarming voice. “My what?” “Your character’s name child. Please state your character’s name.” The girl was confused. “My name is April..” “A-p-r-i-l. Is this acceptable?” “Umm, yes? That’s my name.” “Welcome April.” Another flash of light and the room became moderately lit. The walls turned to a soft gray color and April suddenly felt cold. She looked down and realized she was longer wearing any clothes and her backpack was gone. Melody floated around the girl at a snail like pace and seemed to be sizing up every aspect of her. She suddenly became very self conscious of this ghostlike woman staring at her skinny body and did her best to cover up with her hands. She wasn’t at all as well endowed as she would have liked for having already started high school. Her mother said she was late bloomer and she would grow up on her own schedule. April started to shiver from the cold and Melody stopped directly in front of her. “Shall we begin? “ Melody asked. “Begin whaat?? What is this place? What am I doing here? What are you?” the girl was exasperated with confusion and had a look of worry on her face. Her skin was hardened from the chills she felt. “Shall we begin? The pixalated woman asked again. “Once we begin there will be no turning back.” “Ok,” April said in a defeated tone. “But I don’t know what we’re beginning.” “Good,” Melody said. “Then let’s begin.” A row of black lines shot up near the back of the room and formed into wooden doorways. There were three of them; each numbered one through three going left to right. “There are three levels April. You must successfully complete two in order to return to your world.” “And…what if I don’t?” The usually demure girl was having slightly rebellious thoughts but she was afraid. “If you fail to complete at least two of the aforementioned challenges or if you simply do not wish to compete, then you will cease to live any further. Please choose a door April.” Melody smiled. A knot formed in the pit of April’s stomach. Melody may have a funny way of wording things but she got the hint. If she didn’t do what she was told, she was going to die. She took a long deep breath and closed her eyes, fearing the unknown. “Please choose a door April,” Melody repeated with the same vacant smile on her face. “Ok,” April whispered to herself. “You can do this.” She then without taking a second thought walked directly up to door number three. As soon as she touched the third door she felt a roaring in her head and the world swirled around her into a mess of colors and shapes. When the shifting subsided she found herself to be standing in the middle of a well decorated garden. There was a large pool of water in a stone basin with a statue of a boy peeing into the water as a fountain. Her body no longer felt so cold and she was relieved to see clothes had appeared. She found herself to be wearing a pair of tight jeans, ballerina flats, and a flowery pink shirt that could have been long enough to be a short dress. She felt that she was also wearing panties and the shirt was tied on with a silk sash across her waist. “Oh hello!” came a masculine voice from somewhere around her. “Hi?” She asked back into the garden. “Over here young lady, turn around!” April swiveled around on the flats to find herself face to face with an oversized sea otter standing upright. He had a newsboy cap on his head and looked curiously at her. He trotted over a ways and sat down at a long rectangular table that was sitting behind her. He took a seat at the head and seemed to be waiting for her to follow. She reluctantly walked over and took a seat in the middle of the table, far enough away from the talking otter. “Your manners are atrocious young lady, but at least I see you came properly dressed for the occasion.” “What occasion, what am I supposed to do here?” “You’re supposed to be joining me for tea of course!” “Oh, Ok.” She was more confused now. A talking otter? A tea party? Well at least this didn’t seem to be so hard of a challenge to complete. “Well now, I brewed some wonderful Prince of Wales, so let us enjoy!” For having such short paw type appendages, the otter seemed very talented at pouring tea. He poured himself a cup and then one for April which he had to lean over and still push the cup over. “Bottoms up child!” “Alright, here goes nothing.” She lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip. It was only mildly warm so she downed the entire thing hoping to complete this door quickly. Her bladder already felt a little finicky from the nervousness she felt since the beginning of her ordeal, but she set aside the feeling to complete this. “Ah! Such vigor!” The otter wasted no time and poured her another cup. She drank the second cup just as quickly as she had the first. “What now?” She asked. “Well how about another!” The otter poured her a third glass. She took it in her hands and drank it down. Just as she set the cup back down he leaned over and poured another. She wasn’t used to drinking much caffeine, she never cared for coffee and her parents didn’t let her drink soda at home. She already felt the effects beginning and her heart rate was slightly elevated. She took the fourth cup and drank it very slowly, taking several minutes until it was drained. April then pushed the cup as far away from her as possible hoping this odd otter wouldn’t give her anymore. He leaned back in to pour another but no liquid came out. “Oh dear, we seem to be out of tea!” “Umm, that’s ok, really I’ve had enough.” “Are you sure? I could always brew another pot. Or perhaps we can just start the challenge.” April’s eyes creased. There was more? Of course there was more, she wasn’t so stupid that she thought a tea party would be the entire thing. “What do I have to do?” “Oh nothing serious, don’t look so worried.” He clapped his furry paws together in delight. “Well then off you go young one.” She stood up from the table and felt a head rush. “Where do I go?” “There!” the otter pointed towards a stone pathway that was definitely not there a minute ago. “OK I guess, bye.” She started to walk on the cut stones. “Ta-Ta child! And good luck!” He waved. April continued down the path for only several moments before turning back to look at the otter. He was gone. The table was gone. The garden was even gone now from where it had been. All around her were large stone pillars and the pathway she was supposed to take. She walked and walked and the path took her for what must have been at least ten minutes until she reached two large square bushes sitting side by side with a small gap in between. There was a slight pressure on her small bladder. That tea seemed to be going right through her; it was a diuretic after all and her mother always told her she had a bladder the size of a walnut. The path seemed to be leading her into them so she pushed her way through the hole. She jumped in fright when the bushes closed up behind her suddenly. She was trapped! She was stuck in a hedge maze it looked like. She hastily ran down a short way and looked to see the configuration of the maze. There were several different paths she could take. She chose one arbitrarily and continued walking. As she was walking she felt a bigger pressure on her bladder. She realized she had to go to the bathroom pretty badly. She had never had too large of a capacity and even once wet herself on a bus ride home from a school field trip in the seventh grade. It was the most embarrassing moment of her life and kids had teased her for weeks afterward. April crossed her legs slightly while continuing to walk forward and thought that since nobody was here she could just drop her pants and go and it would be alright. She was about to unbutton her jeans when she heard something rustling through the bushes. “Grrrrrrrr,” A strange growling came from the shaped plants. “Hello?” She called out nervously. No answer. “Hellllo?” she called again. “Gwawr!!” a mean looking dog with a head five times too big for its body ripped through one of the hedges and came straight for her. “Oh crap,” she yelped out to herself and fell over. She jumped up and started to run as fast as her legs would carry her, not caring which direction she went. The sound of feet was heard not far behind her and she kept sprinting around hedge corners until her lungs were burning and her feet felt like pudding. “Please help me!” She called out though she knew nobody was there to help. Her bladder was now aching with every step she took and felt on the verge of giving out. When April finally had no more energy to run she realized nothing was even chasing her any longer. She crossed her legs together and bent her knees trying to alleviate some of the pain. Her eyes scanned the area and her heart skipped a beat. An exit! The thin pathways had opened up into a large expanse. At the end of the open ground, maybe two hundred feet in front of her at most, was a wooden door. Excitement took over and she starting moving in that direction. “Groooowr!” She heard the scary looking dog’s snarling growl and a soft trickle of pee made its way out of her. She clenched her thighs together and her hand shot down to stop the flow. She was able to hold it back, but not for much longer. If she didn’t get across the field, and quickly, she was either going to pee her pants or be eaten by a rabid dog, or possibly both. In the corner of her eyes she saw the dog walking towards her though he moved very slowly. She gingerly took baby steps towards the door, careful not to move too quickly and alarm the dog. It seemed to only move in step with her. As long as she didn’t make any sudden movements she could reach the door, but it would take awhile, and she didn’t have awhile before her bladder exploded. The pain was becoming tremendous and she felt another small trickle fight its way out of her. She looked down and saw it had soaked through the panties she wore and made the tiniest mark on the crotch of her jeans. It hurt really badly. She wanted to cry at her predicament but knew it wouldn’t help. She tried taking larger steps at an accelerated pace while gauging the dog’s reaction. He kept up with her but came no quicker. “ugh,” April groaned and pushed tighter into her girlhood with one of her hands. She contemplated letting a bit more out to relieve the pressure but thought it that happened she might not be able to stop. She began to walk even faster, though knob-kneed as she did, trying desperately not to pee on herself. April was closing in on the doorway and suddenly felt very confident. She felt a heavy spasm from her bladder and shot both her hands there in far too large a motion for the dog’s liking. He barked so loudly she jumped and felt a sudden surge of urine start to stain through her underwear. There was so much pent up inside her it shot out like a water gun and spread quickly down her thighs, leaving large wet patches down the denim. She whimpered quietly and took off in a sprint towards the door that was almost within her grasp, still peeing as she ran. One of her fingers gently made contact with the door and the entire world zigzagged with arcs of light. Everything morphed around her and April fell over onto her knees. She suddenly found herself to be once again in the room she started in with Melody staring at her, seemingly amused. April breathed a sigh of relief only to realize she was still going to the bathroom where she sat. The clothes were still on her and a musty smelling pool of off white liquid gathered beneath her. The jeans were soaked through and the fabric clung to her sticky young skin. She was too dumbfounded to cry but blushed red and felt ashamed, even if there were no actual people to witness her accident besides the strange computer woman. April stood up and kept her head down, looking at the peed in pants and feeling the liquid against her feet where it filled her shoes. She didn’t like the way it felt and it brought back old feelings of humiliation. “Congratulations April! You have completed door number three. Please pick another door.” Melody pointed one of her hands out towards the remaining two doors. “Um, Can I, I,” April stumbled over her words. “Can I please clean up myself?” The sentence came out of her mouth in a very shy manner. Melody smiled still. “Of course April.” She snapped her ghostlike fingers and April found herself to be, once again, stark naked standing in that room. And clean at that. “Please pick another door.” April shrugged. The last door wasn’t that bad. She did almost get eaten alive and pee all over herself, but she was mostly fine and halfway closer to getting the hell out of that place. She took a deep breath and walked up to door one. She thought herself to be more prepared this time and touched the door. Again her world was filled with color. This time she found herself in what appeared to be a small stone room with a torch burning in a holder attached to the wall. There was an iron door straight ahead. She looked down and saw that she was wearing nothing but a pair of white panties and light pink bra. There was a little pink bow on the top front of the panties. She flipped the latch on the metal door and pushed it open to reveal another room, though a bit larger. April looked around and saw two tables in the room, one was set for a meal and the other was covered in what looked like weapons. Weapons? Her stomach twisted in fear at the thought of what those could possibly be for. A suit of armor was seated at the table and the helmet started to turn. “Greetings girl!” It had the voice of a young man, probably no older than she. “Uhh, Hi armor person,” was her shaky reply. “Come sit with me will you? My name is Randall. What is your name?” “April,” she said warily, and stepped closer to the dinner table. “Please sit. I won’t harm you.” She obliged the talking suit of armor named Randall and sat directly across from him. “What is this place Randall?” “This is my home, the grand coliseum!” He spoke with enthusiasm. “The what?” “Do not fret about it right now. Please join me for a meal.” April looked down and saw a large porcelain dinner plate covered in food that she could have sworn was not there when she sat down. She felt a little odd about having dinner with a talking suit of armor in her underwear, but then again nothing about this entire experience was normal. Randall lifted a pointy fork and started to lift chunks of meat from his plate into a slit in the suit’s helmet. “Please enjoy April,” he urged. She speared some of the chicken on her plate and ate it quietly. There was a wooden mug of something sitting next to her but she thought it best not to drink any fluids this time around. Her bladder was still sore from holding it at the last challenge and her already bad holding capacity was going to be greatly diminished. She could already feel it filling up again from all that caffeine. “Please don’t hesitate to eat April, the food is very good today,” Randall said politely. April thought the food was actually pretty tasty and what could it hurt to eat anyhow. She found herself to be quite hungry. She scooped up all of the food that was on her plate and took an extra roll that sat on a serving platter between her and Randall. “So what is it I have to do here in the coliseum Randall?” “Nothing extraordinary. You simply must fight one opponent.” She couldn’t see a face through the helmet but it almost sounded like he was smiling. “F-fight?” I have to fight? With weapons?” He nodded and April’s heart sank. She suddenly felt sick from all the food and her stomach went topsy-turvy. She was never a very physical person; she was small for her age and hadn’t done any sports since she played pee-wee soccer in elementary school. She wasn’t even particularly good at that. “Do not worry April! I have the finest weapons for you to choose from!” He stood up from the table, making heavy clanking sounds and he moved. He went over to the other table in the room and stopped to wait for her to follow. “I don’t know how to use any weapons,” she confessed meekly. She dejectedly came over to the armory table. There were axes, maces, swords, spears, and other shiny weapons she didn’t know the names for. “Well then, I will help you pick out something easy a girl of your stature to wield.” He perused over the choices and gently lifted up a thin curved saber. “Can you hold this?” He asked. April plucked it out of his gauntlets and found it not too heavy, though it did have some heft to it. She pointed it straight and held it outstretched. Her stomach was feeling sicker and sicker from the situation. “I don’t think I can do this” “Of course you can April, please get dressed.” He pointed to the corner of the room where she came upon a pair of sandals, a pair of leather shoulder guards, and a short skirt made of separate leather pieces. She put them all on and felt herself shaking as she did. “Are you ready to begin?” Randall asked. She gulped and a pain arose from her belly. She guessed she didn’t really have a choice but to face this head on. “Let’s go.” “Fantastic! Let’s begin!” the talking armor led the girl to another door that swung open after much force was applied to it. April lifted up her eyes to see a long inclined hallway. Randall pushed her slightly and she walked up the ramp like passageway towards a spot of light in the distance. “Fiiight!” Screamed the crowd that filled the large coliseum. It was so full of people it made April’s head spin. When she stepped out onto the sand she suddenly felt more terrified than she ever felt in her short life, her short life that might be ending. She clutched the saber with a death grip and her face had gone ghostly white. Her heart rate spiked and it became hard to breathe. Randall stood beside her . “Are you coming too?” She looked at the armor. “No, April you must go alone. But I will give you one piece of advice before you go. Your opponent is strong but slow. Use your small size to your advantage.” Randall’s helmet looked down at her one last time then his large gauntlets pushed her into the arena. She gasped and a metal gate slid down behind her, blocking the path to leave. She had to fight now and her stomach was gurgling. She felt the urge to defecate and clenched her butt cheeks. She turned up her eyes and they fell upon the biggest man she had ever seen. He was a good hundred feet away but looked massive even from here. He was naked except for boots and held in both hands a giant wooden club with small spikes sticking out. The roar from the crowd was deafening and April was horrified. She felt dampness as a stream of pee saturated her white panties and moistened her legs. She had never wet herself in fear before and she felt lightheaded. The thin fabric of the underwear clung tightly to her private parts. “Hahaha!” The large man’s laugh was thundering and he began to walk towards April. A massive wave of tightness rolled through her stomach and intestines, causing her to pass gas. It came out several times like gun blasts and it felt sickeningly wet. She could smell shit in her panties and it made her even sicker. The man started jogging. “Here I Come little girl!” April turned her head from side to side in a panic and took off running to her right side. Another wave of cramping overwhelmed her and she couldn’t stop a semi-liquid chunk from escaping her clenched cheeks. It plopped into her panties as a gooey mess and busted out from the fabric. It started to make her way down the back of her legs, streaking brown all the way down and feeling gross on her skin as she ran. She wanted nothing more than to burst into tears. She turned just in time to see a club coming down near her head. She ducked under and it hit the sand. She waited in fright for him to swing again but she realized it was too heavy to lift up quickly. She backed up and kept a close eye on him. He got the club back up and swung down again, though missing by a larger margin this time. When it hit the ground a second time April lunged forward with the saber and pushed it deep into his sternum, with all the force she could muster. When she tried to pull it out she found it was stuck tightly between his ribs. He lifted his club and she did not have enough time to get away. She felt a familiar feeling as pee escaped her browned panties again, finishing off whatever was left in her bladder. Without even thinking she moved towards the man and kicked him as hard as she could between his naked legs. Somehow it had worked and her sandal caught him directly in the scrotum, dropping him to the ground. He screamed out in agony and April tried with all her might to pull her saber out of him. The damaged muscles were contracted around the blade but she managed to free it and with all her remaining energy and plunged it into his neck. The large man let out of a gasp of death and promptly expired. Out of energy and feeling on the verge of passing out from lightheadedness, April fell onto her butt, her panties oozing out dark liquid as she did. She had no brainpower to think about what had just happened, how she almost died, how she just killed someone, or how she both peed and pooped in her panties because of that. The crowd cheered in delight and a door appeared before her. She hoisted her weary body to its feet and touched the door. April was back in the same small room and Melody beamed in front of her. April looked down and was glad she was once again naked and clean. “Congratulations April! You survived the challenges!” “I just wanna go home,” said the exhausted fourteen year old. “Of course you do. You completed the challenge successfully. Though if you wish to earn a special prize, all you have to do is complete the last door!” “Please no, I just wanna go back home! Please,” April begged.” Melody smiled. “You may have your wish.” She turned one of her hands palm down and a blue door appeared in front of them. “Just walk through this door and you will be returned.” April was too tired to wonder if this was a trick or not. She stumbled over to the door and pushed a hand up against it. The world came into focus as April got a hold of her senses. Everything was hazy. She looked up and saw a whiteboard and her second period teacher was staring at her in disbelief. She heard snickering from all around her and realized she was sitting at her desk in English class. She must have fallen asleep! A burst of adrenaline poured through her veins and the fogginess disappeared. Her stomach dropped as she felt something oddly familiar. She felt a gross wetness and looked down into her lap to see her tiny khaki shorts stained with pee. She had just fallen asleep and peed herself in front of everyone! Her face turned tomato red and burned hotly. She didn’t know what to do but stood up quickly and made a beeline for the door. Everyone including the teacher stared at her wet butt as the shorts were nearly transparent from the urine, showing off her strawberry shortcake panties. April was mortified and ran as fast as she could while droplets fell from the fabric onto her legs. Tears welled up in her eyes and she started to sob as she made her way to the girl’s bathroom. This was definitely not a good first day of high school…
This is my first omorashi story. It involves a 6th grader girl and a jerk of a teacher. Classical scenario but I wanted to have my try. Please comment ;) The sixth-graders entered my classroom as the bell rang the end of lunch time. Milly told me she needed to go to the bathroom before the class. As a respected teacher, I couldn't allow her. The bell had rung and besides, there was an important test the pupils had to take right now. She tried to insist but to no avail: If she didn't get in the class now, I wouldn't let her enter later and she would get a zero for her test. As she was a good student and didn't want that, she reluctantly entered the classroom and went sitting at her desk. I distributed the questions and they started to work quietly. Milly answered the questions as fast as she could. It wasn't difficult for her as she was a bright kid and always made good grades. She was very cute too, with long blonde hair falling loose over her shoulders, big green eyes, a small perky nose and a beautiful mouth that was usually smiling. She wore an adorable pink dress with purple vertical stripes, quite baggy under the waist but tight on the top, highlighting the birth of her lovely breast. It had no sleeve and so revealed the soft skin of her arms and shoulders. She was in fact a very sweet 11 year old little girl, but to me, she was too perfect and her little princess attitude kind of pissed me off. After half an hour she was almost through half of the questions but started squirming slightly as she felt the pressure in her bladder increase. She continued answering the questions as fast as she could, hoping she would be allowed to leave the classroom right after the test, but the second half wasn't as easy. After another half hour, the pressure in her abdomen was getting painfully strong. She was heavily squirming, crossing and uncrossing her leg and shoving a hand between her legs from time to time. As her desperation grew, she made a new attempt to convince me: ''please please, I really really have to go, please...'' she begged. But I wasn't that easily convinced: ''No, Milly, I'll let you go when you're through with the test.'' She was quite relieved, as she had only three questions left and it would be a matter of minutes before she gets to the bathroom. She seemed confident she would be able to hold it till then. Still her desperation was pretty high and she couldn't keep from squirming and constantly moving her legs, which permanently hosted her left hand. Her desperation added so much to her cuteness that I couldn't keep myself from starring at her in awe, delighted by the struggle between her brain and her body. She went as fast as she could through the last questions and rushed to bring her copy at my desk. She was about to run to the door when I interrupted her: ''Wait Milly, there is a last redaction question'' I handed her a sheet with the question and she hesitated, starring at the door. ''B-but...'' ''If you don't want to, don't answer it, but I have to warn you it counts for half of the test.'' For a few seconds, she looked like she was going to burst in tears and wet herself right there, but she managed to get herself together and took the paper I was handing her. She went back to her seat and read the question. ''Explain in detail the functioning of a water mill.'' What the hell? We had talked about it in class, but it wasn't a question she expected to see in a test, and certainly not one that she wanted to answer now. This simple thought pushed her desperation one step further and a powerful pressure surge struck her violently. She squealed and sent her right hand to meet the left one between her crossed legs. The pain in her abdomen was becoming unbearable and her tired muscles would not hold it any longer. Another wave followed directly. She felt the feared hot flow spurt out of her tortured body, run under her fingers, through her panties and her dress. She whimpered while she pressed as hard as she could on her girlhood, trying to delay the unavoidable flood. After a couple of second, she managed to stop it but there was now a very explicit dark spot on her dress. Eventually, she kind of answered the last question as fast as she could although she had suffered several other pressure attacks and small leaks while doing so. With great efforts, she managed to stand up and slowly made it to my desk, leaving several small drops on her way. She was squirming with desperation and humiliation as her whole body kept shaking violently under the pressure torturing her weakened flood gate. She laid her paper on my desk then quickly shoved her hand back between her clenched legs. ''May I go now?'' she whispered painfully while hot tears started to form in her eyes. ''Yes go...'' I carelessly replied, thinking she couldn't hold it one second longer anyway. With babysteps, she walked to the door, painfully pushing on her girlhood to limit the amount of pee that leaked through her panties on each step she took. Hot tears were flowing down her cheeks and her sobbing was now obvious. Even if she managed to keep most of it inside till she reaches the bathroom, she had been – and still was- leaking pretty bad. Her light blue panties were already fully soaked and there was a noticeable dark spot on the front and back of her dress. Small wet trails could be seen on her legs and one could follow her track from her desk to my desk and to where she stood, a few feet away from the classroom's door. Although her situation was pretty desperate, I was afraid she would make it to the bathroom with only minor wetting. That was something I would not allow. While everybody was starring at Milly, I gently pushed a big fat dictionary that happened to be on the edge of my desk. It fell on the ground with a loud noise, making everyone in the class turn to my desk with a surprised look. For Milly, the surprised look quickly changed into an horrified look as the hot liquid started to pour freely through her already soaked panties, flowing down her legs and hitting the floor with noticeable splotching sounds. She immediately brought her hands back to her crotch, pushing with all her strength, bending and crossing her legs in a desperate attempt to stop the embarrassing flux. Unfortunately, all hope was lost. Her effort only made it worse: urine was now pouring all over her hands, flowing between her fingers and drawing a huge wet spot ruining her cute pink dress, reaching up to her abdomen under the pressure of her hands. As more and more pee came out, it ran down her legs, infiltrating her white socks and her purple Dora shoes. This was all she was able to take. With a loud cry, she collapsed on her knees in the already nice sized puddle and buried her bright red face in her pee-soaked hands. She sat there crying like a baby while her pee continued to powerfully force its way out of her angry bladder in a quite audible hissing sound, running down her crotch to her anus, through the back of her dress onto her socks and shoes. Everyone in the room was silent, starring with amazement at the now huge puddle expanding around the poor crying girl. The lower half of her dress was now completely drenched. Nobody had ever thought such a little girl's bladder could hold so much pee but the yellowish puddle beneath her was still expanding and the hissing sound didn't seem to fade out. Milly was still crying out loud in her hands, causing drops of tears mixed with pee to roll from her hands and vanish into her soaked dress. She sat there for three full minutes emptying her bladder, sobbing and whispering about how much she wanted to die, that I ruined her life and I was just a mean person, while the puddle expanded to more than 5 feet until the now familiar hissing sound faded. Even then, she didn't stand up. She kept shaking and sobbing, still on her knees, head in her hands and sitting on her feet, as if she thought she could just dissolve right there in her own pee. I was the first to break the silence, with a daring 'Girl, you could have told me you needed to go that bad. I would have let you go.' It had the expected result: she started to cry out loud again, while trying to get up, giving everybody the opportunity to contemplate the humiliating mess. Below her waist was not a single dry spot on her dress to be seen and several drops fell occasionally as she walked to the door. I could imagine her warm, soaked panties sticking on her prepubescent vagina, leaving her with a strange unknown feeling. Her socks and shoes were also completely drenched, causing a nice splashing sound at every step she made. Another girl tried to comfort her as she was leaving the classroom. ''Come on, Milly, it's not your fault, accidents happen. I'll go with you to the nurse's office if you want.'' Still sobbing, The poor girl mumbled an embarrassed ''thank you'' as I heard them going down the hallway. Satisfied, I called a janitor as I started to think of my next victim.
OK guys here's the promised follow-up. It starts right at the end of the previous one. It's told by Tanya, the girl who accompanied Milly to the nurse.It's not easy to include self description of the narrator but I tried. I don't know if it's as good as the first one. You tell me “It's not your fault, Milly. Mr Phillips did it on purpose. He's a bad person. You should tell the principal and your parents.” I told her as we were walking down the hallway towards the nurse's office. “No Way,” She answered “If my dad finds out, he'll kill me.” “But he'll eventually find out,” I said, pointing at her soaked dress, “what are you going to tell him when you come home with those wet clothes in your bag?” “I'll find a way, please don't tell anybody.” She sobbed. “Ok, if you want, but I can't promise you the others won't.” I knocked on the nurse's door. Miss Thompson opened and quickly understood Milly's situation. “Aw, poor girl, come on in.” She said with a soft voice. We entered and she gave Milly a set of new clothes. She didn't ask any question since she didn't want to embarrass her even more. While Milly was cleaning herself and changing, I asked the nurse if she could get the clothes clean and dry by the end of the day, two hours from now in fact, as the last period was about to start. She said it should be possible if she runs a fast program and we should come back after class to get them. “Why do you do that for me? I've never done anything special for you.” Milly asked as we walked out of the nurse's office. “I don't know, it's just that I saw you so sad and Mr Phillips is such a jerk. I just can't stand seeing someone in such a state...” I replied. “You're very sweet.” She said. “I wish that was enough...” I whispered. “What do you mean?” She asked. “Everybody hates me.” I mumbled. “No! Why do you think so?” She seemed quite surprised. “Nobody ever talks to me.” I continued. “Well, you never talk to anybody either.” She noticed. “I'm afraid to say something stupid. Besides, I'm fat and ugly...” “No that's not! It's called babyfat, it's cute. And you have a very beautiful face too. Really you're not ugly at all. Plus, you've got breasts, I look like an ironing board.” She admitted. I didn't answer. It was true that I wasn't fat like Lindsay or Kim, It was really babyfat but I hated it. That plus my stupid red hair and my freckles I really looked like a toddler. Imagine when you add the little girl's clothes my parents made me wear, the picture is complete. I wasn't a baby anymore, I was 11 and indeed, my breasts started to develop a few months ago and were clearly noticeable. My uncle often told me I was the cutest thing he had ever seen and that he would like to eat me. I never really understood what he meant though. “You know, a few weeks ago, Ken told me he found you were cute.” She said after a pause. No way! Ken? He was the most handsome guy in the class, I didn't believe it. “Thank you for trying, but you don't need to lie to me.” I said. “I don't lie. You need to be more confident Tanya. You really are a nice and cute girl, you just don't know it yet.” She tried to assure me. Be more confident... That's easier said than done. It's probably the phrase I've heard the most in my life, always by people who succeed in everything they do and make good impression every time they speak. It was easy for them, but I wasn't one of them. I went and picked up our bags in Mr Phillips' room before we headed to Ms Campbell's class. “Sorry we're late.” I apologized. “It's ok girls, go to your desks.” She kindly answered. “Milly, are you alright?” She was clearly well informed about what happened during Mr Phillip's class and seemed concerned about her. Milly blushed and sheepishly mumbled she was fine while taking her seat. Fifteen minutes later, I suddenly felt the need to pee. I felt a little bit stupid as I could have gone to the bathroom on our way to the class but Miss Campbell was a very kind woman and she wouldn't object. So I was allowed to go and rushed to the bathroom, chose a clean stall, pulled down my blue shorts and panties and sat on the toilet. That's when I realized that I didn't need to pee anymore. I sat there for ten minutes thinking about rivers and waterfalls but nothing would do. I couldn't sit here for the whole period so I went back to the class hoping I wouldn't have to go again during the period. “We thought you fell into the bowl!” Miss Campbell joked. “I-I had a whole lot to let out...” I lied, blushing as some pupils giggled. “It's ok Tanya.” She then briefly repeated what she was explaining while I was out. Half an hour later, the unpleasant need reappeared. There was no way I could ask to go again so I just held it. There was only a bit more than an hour before the end of the period so I thought I had fairly good chances to be able to hold it till then. Unfortunately, the urge quickly became undeniable. The class would end in forty minutes, but I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep it inside. Anyway, I had already left the class and I didn't dare to ask to leave again. I wasn't really desperate so I could wait and see how my bladder would react. I clenched my legs together and tried to tell myself it would pass just like before. It didn't: I could feel the pressure in my abdomen increase minute by minute. Twenty minutes till the end of the last period! The pressure in my bladder had become very strong and I really started to worry about how I'd handle this. I had been crossing and uncrossing my legs for a while and endured frequent spasms, each one increasing my desperation. I was so close to my salvation, I couldn't give up now. I tried to concentrate on the lesson and forget about my bladder but it had been waiting for too long and kept reminding me of its fullness with increasing force. Fifteen minute later, my hands shoot between my legs as my bladder endured a new set of violent spasms. The pain in my abdomen was growing to the point where tears started to well in my eyes. I realized I couldn't even hold it in for the 5 minutes before the end of the period. It was now or never. If I didn't ask to go right now, I didn't have a single chance to make it. I was squirming and shaking like hell, legs tightly crossed and obviously bouncing on my chair. As I was trying to raise my hand, my classmates had noticed the reason of my discomfort and they would not let me escape so easily. “Fatty's gonna pee! Fatty's gonna pee!” Almost everybody was singing with joy as my blushing expanded to my entire face. Miss Campbell looked at me and realized, to her big surprise, my advanced state of desperation. ''Tanya, go to the bathroom! Now!'' She said with a harsh voice she rarely used. That was it, my humiliation was now complete. As I tried to stand up, a hot and wet feeling grew in my crotch and between my thighs, soaking my panties and starting to attack my shorts. I instantly dropped back to my chair, my shaking legs tightly clenched and both hand painfully squeezing my desperate girlhood. The big warm tears that had been forming for a few minutes sprang abundantly out of my eyes, rolling down my puffy cheeks and my neck, some falling on my shirt. “Tanya?” Miss Campbell asked, this time with a caring voice. “Why do you inflict this to yourself?” I was unable to answer. In fact, I was unable to speak at all and neither could I move. I had almost beaten the last squirt but the delay I enjoyed was only due to the high pressure my hands applied to my soar private parts. Furthermore, a light flow was still making its way out of my bladder, running down my crotch and slowly expanding around my butt. Out of energy, I released the desperate grip and burst in tears. I looked down in shame and contemplated the humiliating flood rushing out of my defeated body. My poor bladder approved and ejected the powerful yellow stream through my ruined panties, darkening my short almost instantly. The seat of my chair was quickly filled and the embarrassing fluid started to drip on the floor and run down the back of my shaking legs. My shorts were sticking to my skin and became almost transparent, revealing the shapes it was supposed to hide. At age 11, I could not believe I was thoroughly wetting myself like a little girl in front of the whole class. For sure, I was going to hear about it for a very very long time and my present humiliation was just a small part of what still was ahead of me. “Fatty pees! Fatty pees! Fatty pees!” Everybody was laughing, pointing at me and watching the puddle expand around my feet and under my chair. Everybody but Milly, who seemed quite affected by my misadventure. She looked at me with a sad compassionate look wanting to comfort me but not knowing what to say. It was miss Campbell who put a stop to the humiliating song. “Everybody shut up!” She commanded. Nobody had ever heard her yell like this and the class was immediately brought back to silence that was only altered by the sound of my pee falling in the puddle and my crying. I've never felt so ashamed in my whole life. My bladder didn't seem to be willing to put an end to the punishment it was inflicting me for making it wait that long. My socks were soaked and urine filled my shoes while more and more was flowing down my legs. The students sitting near me picked up their bags to avoid them getting soiled by my dirty waters. I realized mine had already been strongly affected but that was a detail about which I couldn't care less in my situation. “Tanya, go to the nurse's office. Milly, go with her please” Ordered miss Campbell. Milly picked up our bags as we wouldn't come back to the class today. Hot pee was still pouring out my broken floodgates but, as I didn't know how to say it, I stood up and followed Milly while the last ounces of pee left an humiliating yellowish trail behind me. I was still crying loud when we got out of the classroom and started to walk down the hallway. “I-I'm sorry, Milly” I sobbed. I told her what happened when I went to the bathroom. “Come on, Tanya, it happens, it's not your fault” She tried to comfort me. “Yes it is, I could have asked to go again when I really needed to, she would have let me go but I was too scared to ask again. I'm ugly, I'm fat, stupid, and now even more the laughing stock of the whole school” I started to cry like a baby again. She didn't know what to say, she'd already tried to tell me I wasn't fat nor ugly nor stupid. I needed to be more confident... How could I do it now, after I peed myself in the middle of the class? It was not as if I had been in Milly's situation in which she was totally forgivable. I just humiliated myself because I'm a stupid fool who didn't dare to ask to go to the bathroom a second time. When we reached the nurse's office, she stopped me, put her hands on my shoulders and looked in my eyes with caring and compassionate eyes. I instantly looked down in shame. “But now you have a friend!” She told me with a kind smile. I looked back up to meet her eyes and I almost smiled too. This was the nicest thing she could have said. I knew she was sincere and I sensed a feeling of joy I had never felt before. Now, I had a friend! Edited March 31, 2011 by phuckthemonster (see edit history)
*NOTICE-Double Moons means Moon and Chibi/Mini Moon, I was just too lazy to type it out. Lisa knew to do some real damage, she needed to shame the girls where a teenager would never shame themselves-school. She was in her teenager body again and eyed one girl. She had long blonde hair pulled into two long pigtails that reached the floor and her bright blue eyes were as shiny as the moon. She was rolling her pencil on her desk. Lisa grinned and rubbed her necklace really fast. "Miss Tuskino, can you tell me what the answer would be?" her teacher asked. Usagi bolted up in surprise. "Um, the English term for the sound a dog makes is, um, is, hoof?" The kids groaned. They knew Usagi was as good at English as a 2 legged horse was at jumping the Toyoko Tower. "No, it's woof." The teacher kept writing on the board, spelling out English words Usagi would probably never learn. Usagi felt the strong urge to urinate. Her hand shot up. "Yes Miss Tuskino?" the teacher asked. "May I use the bathroom?" Usagi tried to look like a refined lady instead of a 14 year old who could hardly say one word in English. "No. You can go at the end of class." The teacher turned and kept writing. Usagi sighed. Lisa grinned and rubbed her necklace, making it glow an eerie ice blue. Usagi became more alert to the growing pressure. She crossed her legs and placed a hand on her crotch. Her other hand shot up again. "I told you no, Miss Tuskino. Please put your hand down." Lisa tried not to snicker. She could practically taste the enrgy now. Usagi sighed but obeyed. She tried to focus on the board, but her bladder's pain distracted her. She jiggled her legs and put both hands on her crotch. She knew the teacher would send her to the office if she raised her hand again. Did she dare? Usagi sighed and laid her head down. She thought if maybe she fell alseep, maybe her bladder pressure would go away. Lisa was annoyed at how slowly this was taking. She shot her hand up. Usagi focused on the words closly and pretended to write so the teacher wouldn't send her to Detention. A hot spurt dampened her panties and she knew she was going to lose the battle. She conctrated on the worksheet she was handed. "What is is the English word for Kinnouhwa?" Usagi was postive she knew this. But she realized it took one of her hands to use a pencil, and she didn't dare to move. She would have to pick between either peeing her pants or failing, both equally embrassing. She picked the pencil up, slowly and carefully. Another spurt came out, forming a dark stain on her light blue skirt. She gasped and closed her eyes. Lisa stared at the girl. She was hoping the girl would burst already and get it over with. Usagi opened her eyes and wrote the word down, writing each letter at a snail's pace. "Hello." she wrote. She felt another spurt come out, and knew it was time to let go. She screamed not to inside her head and wrote the next word down. She felt warm the second she wrote: "Goodbye." She didn't dare to look down but did so anyway. A small puddle formed on her chair and her bladder was burning. Her skirt hid the mess, so she kept working. She heard the sound of a fluid spilling onto the carpet. Lisa grinned. A girl cried out in surprise: "Hey! That girl is peeing herself!" Usagi looked down at her paper. Lisa rubbed her necklace. The puddle had covered the entire seat of her chair and was dripping onto the floor. "Miss Tuskino, let's see how badly stained your skirt is." the teacher said. Usagi got up slowly, hoping no one would laugh. The whole back of her skirt was stained and so was the bottom of her skirt bow. The mess was running down her legs and staining her socks. "Miss Tuskino, go to the nurse. She'll call your parents so they can bring you a new uniform. Someone get some paper towels to clean this mess up. Everyone else, back to work." Usagi stared at Lisa, then sighed. "Yes mam'm." she stated, then walked out with her head down. Lisa slipped out of her seat at the last minute while everyone was distracted. She morphed into her 7 year old form in the bathroom. She knew another girl she wanted. She tapped her necklace. "And the rain gets abosroped by the sun and forms water vapor," the teacher explaned. Lisa snuck in and hid under the teachers desk. She picked a girl with fluffy pink hair pulled into pigtails that stopped at her shoulders. The girl had glittering red eyes that made her seem demonic. She swung her legs back and forth under her desk. Lisa tapped her necklace and the girl gasped. She noticed the girl crossing her legs after making sure nobody was looking. Chibiusa thought the water cycle was very intresting, but she didn't want to hear about water being released while she needed to pee. She grabbed her crotch, which was hard to do because her dark blue skirt was a short mini-skirt that only stopped at her underwear. She had the matching suspenders attched to her frilly blouse which held a pink brooch with a golden hear in the center. Chibiusa kept swinging her legs, hoping her bladder pressure would cease. The teacher was now explaning what happened in water treatment plants. Chibiusa imangened a garden hose. The hose was broken and starting to spring a leak. Chibiusa then imangened that she attached a sprinkler to the leaky hose and she splashed and played and laughed. The teacher called her name. Chibiusa bolted awake. "Um, what was the question?" Chibiusa yawned. She wanted to play in that pertend hose again and splash in the warm water....she started to fall asleep again and opened her eyes wide. Sprinklers don't spray warm water! She felt might stupid for figuring this out now. She felt moist and sticky. Lisa tapped her necklace and fell out of hiding. "What are you doing here?" the teacher demanded. Lisa looked at Chibiusa and bolted out the door. Chibiusa rushed after her. "You'll never catch me, Sailor Scouts! This necklace gives me all my power!" She took the necklace off and tossed it into the air and became an 17 year old again. Chibiusa suddenly stopped running and gasped. She grabbed her girlhood and kept running. She ran into a red-headed 5th grader carrying wet paintings and the pictures and paint sailed across the hall. "Sorry!" Chibiusa called back. Lisa fingered the necklace with one shiny red nail. "Why is it taking so long for you to explode?" she asked. Two girls were talking on their cell phones at the same time, talking about some girl in History and using foul launguge. "I'm not going to give this necklace to you! This contians all my power!" Lisa threw it and the girls ran away, screaming. Chibiusa ducked into the libeaury, trying to sooth her burning bladder. She looked around to see if anyone was watching. The libraian was helping a blonde student place a Bleach manga on the tallest shelf. Chibiusa looked down the hallway. The floor was streaked with the paint smears and nobody was in site. Chibiusa ducked behind the magazine rack and removed her hands, sinking down to the floor. She sighed happily as the pee soaked her mini-skirt. She lifted her skirt so her green striped panties were in full veiw. The stream spread from her crotch to her butt, compleatly soaking the underwear. The urine trickled down her legs and pooled onto the floor. She put her skirt down while the last couple drops fell from her underwear. She looked left and right but saw no one in site. She headed down to the bathroom to clean up. Lisa was starting to get impatiant with the girls. Yeah, she had pealnty of energy, but she didn't have enough. She needed even more. Two had peed themselves on purpous. She wasn't very impressed with the results. She figured the next best place was-the mall. Hotaru sucked on her lollypop while holding about 3 shopping bags. She had short black hair and purple eyes. She was only about 12, but she looked a little bit younger. Lisa watched the girl. Hotaru seemed to be waiting for someone because she kept checking her watch and looking around. Every once in a while, she'd cross her legs and pull the sucker out of her mouth. Lisa smiled. She rubbed the necklace and walked past Hotaru. Hotaru decided that waiting around an hour for someone to arrive was stupid, so she threw the sucker away and walked towards the bathrooms. She waved to someone who said hi to her, so Lisa used her magic to place a closed for cleaning sign in fron tof the girls' bathroom. Hotaru came to a skidded stop when she saw the sign. She looked at her bags impanitly, then placed her hand on her crotch and bent her legs. She sat on one of the benches. She stood up and kicked her feet into the air and kept holding. Lisa was hiding behind the map sign and watching the desperte girl. She wanted to see how long she could hold on. Hotaru glanced around her and picked up her shopping bags, trying hard to cross her legs and walk at the same time. "Ugh," she groaned. She stood with her foot on a trashcan, looking around. Lisa snapped her fingers and dropped the map sign. It made a triffic bang, scaring a couple of passerby. Mostly Hotaru. She stared at the sign and darted for the restrooms, not caring if they were closed. Just as she reached up to push the door open, she lost control. A wet spot appeared on her gray skirt and ran down her thighs. She tried to kick open the door, but it was locked. She sunk to her knees while a yellow puddle about 2 inches wide spread out under her. Lisa giggled and twirled her hair. She snapped her fingers and she was back in her control room where the screen was replaying the total wettings so far. 4 so far. Princess looked up form the chair and grinned. Lisa fingered her necklace. "Who's next?" Princess asked. Lisa shrugged. "How about we go after the blonde's friends?" Princess laughed.
WARNING: THIS IS A PRAODY OF TINKER BELL. IT INVOLVES WETTING, DESPERATION, PANTY SHOTS, A BIT OF LANGUAGE, ALL CHARACTERS WETTING THEMSLEVES, AND COPY-WRITE STUFF.(PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!) I STRONGLY SUGGEST IF ANY OF THESE OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE LEAVE NOW. EVERYONE ELSE, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. Bang! Bang! Bang! Tink loved the sound her vine hammer made when she struck it on a peice of copper. She pushed her bangs out of her way and wiped the sweat off her brow. She unclipped her work belt and left it on her work table. She waved to her fellow tinkers. "bye Clank and Bobble!" They didn't wave back, but Tink didn't care. She wanted to go see her friends. Tink, or Tinker Bell, was a girl of many names and faces. She was a tinker fairy, and a rare one at that. She was sweet, smart, spunky and sassy. She also was one for exploding at people who made her mad. She had her signature bun tied up with a rubber band and her signature single leaf dress. She was only 5 inches tall, like all Never Fairies, and her green tinted wings rose 7 inches from her back. SHe had shimmring blue eyes that reminded her friends of a clear, cloudless day. Her skin was still shiny and sticky with sweat. She saw Silvermist at the edge of Lilypad Pond, drawing out strings with dew-drops attached to them. Silvermist was a water talent, so her wings were tinted blue. Silvermist gently placed half onto a nearby spider web and eagerly drank the other half. She had long blue hiar that reached her calla lily slippers. Her dress was many different shades and hues of blue with only one sleeve. Her dress wraped around her body tightly, hugging it in such a way you could clearly make out her breasts. She had almond shaped eyes that were brown. Because of this, she had an Asian apppreance. She was in mid-slurp when Tink flew by and waved at her. Silvermist jumped at Tink's reflection and dropped the string. Spring water splashed onto the girls, but they were careful not to get any on their wings. "Hello, Tinker Bell. You startled me. What's up?" Tink rubbed her tumbs together. "Are you done with work yet?" she asked carefully. Silvermist grinned at her. "Does it look like I'm done?" At that, she pulled a wave out of the water and motioned it to Tink, but she made it die before it got withen 2 feet of her giggling friend. Silvermist climbed up the web she was working on to move a pesky drop. "No, I'm not done yet. You're a bit early Tinker Bell." Tink nodded. She looked down so she could see her reflcetion in the water. Silvermist smiled at her. "Maybe the other girls are done. Go check." Tink sprung up and nodded. "I'll let you know!" She waved and flew away. At that point, Silvermist lost her footing and slipped, sliding down the spider web. Her hair flew madly behind her, looking like a tidal wave. Just when she thought she'd splash into the river, she stopped. She opened her eyes and saw that she was tangled into a sticky, twisted, tangled mess of the spider silk. Her hair was inches away from touching the water, and the water drops above her fell and plopped softly onto her face. She knew struggling was useless, but she hoped her bladder could hold on after all that water. Tink flew left and right then flew into the Flower Garden. She zipped so fast, Owlen had to hold onto her sproutlings and scrowl at Tink. "Sorry!" Tink waved. Tinker Bell knew Rosetta would be somewhere deep in the garden. Rosetta was bent over, sprinkling pixie dust onto a wilted flower. Tink could see her red lacy panties from under her skirt. "Rosetta?" Tink asked. Rosetta jumped up, a hair brush in her arms. "Are you still working?" Rosetta brushed her hair while considering Tink's question. Rosetta had cinnomon colored hair and sharp green eyes. Her dress was a rose petal skirt and top with a rose bud in the center. The skirt was shaped at a weird angle and covered in cylnder disks, looking like something a space-ship would own. Her shoes were strappy pink sandals. Her wings were tinted pink for the garden talents. As always, Rosetta had pink lipstick and red eyeshadow on. She was a sucker for beatuy. "Did you need anything, buttercup?" Rosetta had an accent the humans call a southern accent. Hearing it, you'd think she belonged in spurs and riding a bay horse. "Are you done with work? Or am I too early?" Tink asked. Rosetta liked to get everything done before doing anything else. Rosetta picked up a lily and stuck it into the ground. "Um, sorta suger-cane. I'll reckon a girl like you could find someone else to play with, am I right?" Tink smiled. Rosetta had a habit of talking like she really WAS riding a bay horse. Tink nodded. "I'm almost finished, Daisy-top. Then we can finish, kay?" She turned around and sprinkled more pixie dust on decaying flowers. Tinker Bell nodded. "Maybe Fawn can play." Tink flew over to Fawn. Fawn was sitting on the Country Wall. She tossed her rope braid at the sound of Tink's voice. "Fawn!" she called. Fawn was an animal talent and her wings were tinted orange. She had a long brown rope braid down to her orange mossicans. She was dressed in a light brown tank top and mini skirt that was tight on her. She had brown eyes and was cuddling a baby bunny. "It seems everyone is working still. I wonder when they'll be able to hang out." Fawn set the bunny down and stared at Tinker Bell. She had a sprinkling of freckles across her face and seemed to have a Latino appreance. "And Silvermist-oh, damn it! I forgot Silvermist!" Tink cried. She realized Silvermist would've caught up with them now, so that meant she was in danger. Fawn gasped. "Well, stop standing around! Let's go find her!" Fawn cried. She jumped up and Tinker Bell could catch a glimpse of her yellow panties. Fawn waved from off in the distance. "Let's get going!" Silvermist had fallen asleep, her hair draped over her like she was Sleeping Beatuy. "It looks like she got tangled in the web. How should we cut her out?" Fawn asked. Tink touched one of the slippery strings and made it bounce. Silvermist looked up. "Tink?" she mumbled. Tinker Bell took one of the sticks laying around and sawed it through the web. "Wait! I can't fall into the water!" Silvermist cried, clearly awake. Fawn placed her arms out. "I'll catch you." Tink sawed through one more string, and there was a breaking noise. Silvermist plunged to the ground, screaming. Fawn kept her promise and caught her. Silvermist jumped down from her friend's arms. She picked a water lily and placed it behind one ear. "What's wrong? You seem quiet." Tink questioned. Silvermist didn't look up. "I peed myself up there," she stated. The girls could tell she was crying. The lower half of her dress was dark blue and it coutinued all the way down to her hem. "That's all? Shit, I thought you were crying over something bigger." Fawn said. Silvermist glared at her through her tears. "You bitch! This IS a big deal, for me. If you don't think it's such a big deal, then you pee yourself. Right here, right now." Silvermist snapped. Fawn crossed her arms and turned away. "I can't. I didn't drink much today." Tink looked at both of the girls and didn't like where this was going. "Here's some clean, fresh water droplets. Drink them. Every one." Silvermist commanded. She still had tears shining on her cheeks, but Tink knew her friend meant war. Fawn took the water angerly and slurped it. She drunk all 5 drops to the brim. "Any more?" She smirked. Silvermist grinned. "I'm a water talent. I always have more." And with that, Silvermist jumped onto the water and drew up a huge curtian of water around her. When the curtain vainished, she was holding 3 more leafs filled with 5 water droplets each. "Drink every single one. You won't think you're hot stuff when our friends get here." Now it was Silvermist's turn to smirk. Rosetta showed up a few minutes later to find Fawn still gluping down water. "Should I even ask?" she asked in her down home country charm voice. She sat on the rock next to Tink and started fluffing her hair. She looked like someone who would bring along a sampler to sew or something. Fawn was getting pretty despsrte and had her legs crossed in mid-air. She had only finished 3 leafs so far. Tink yawned. "Is this ever going to end? I don't mean to be rude, but we've probably been sitting here for 2 hours." Rosetta gocused on her green glittery nails instead of Tinker Bell. Silvermist was popping pollywog bubbles now, obiusvly not caring what happened to Fawn now. Fawn finished the last leaf off and fell to the ground next to Silvermist. "What now?" she asked, bending her knees. Silvermist shrugged. "I'm going to see how long you can wait." Rosetta and Tinker Bell looked up. "But we've been here for at least an hour! I don't feel like waiting an hour more." Rosetta got up in a huff, her hair flying behind her. Tink was about to follow her, then Silvermist popped a huge, soapy bubble and it drenched her and Fawn. "Yuck! River water!" Fanw removed her hands to wipe the juice off. "But you drank 6 leafs of it about an hour ago." Silvermist said, confused. Fawn knew that removing her hands was a problem. A hissing sound rose up and she couldn't jump into the river because she couldn't risk her wings getting soaked. She fell onto her knees, trying to crawl, and a stream fell from between her skirt and covered her butt. The stream plinked agnist the slippery rocks and some fell into the water. Silvermist gasped. Fawn got up. "Well, what now?" Tinker Bell waved and flew off. "I wish I could stay," she told her friends, "But I forgot to check on Iridessa!" Her friends giggled. "So, what should we do know?" Fawn asked, her wet crotch in full veiw. "Wanna blow pollywog bubbles?" Silvermist asked. The girls giggled.
Susan, a young dark-blond McDonalds worker, walked to the front of the store to take her place at the cash register. It was obvious that though she had no experience with running a tender-box, the manager had wanted her in this position because she was a young lady with remarkable looks that would draw some of the guys in. Steve, the manager with red hair, a beard that never really was allowed to fully grow in, and a wicked sense of humor, loved to put his girl employees into impossible situations whenever it was possible. Of course, it was not always possible to find a situation that wouldn't arouse suspicion, so he had to be careful to be sparing, and "natural" with setting the situation up. Susan, a fifteen year old sophomore, was proud of getting her first job just yesterday, and starting it the very next day. She was dressed in the usual McDonald's woman's attire of a nice blue pinstriped shirt that was tucked into a navy blue skirt. Her head sported a paper cap with a hairnet to keep her hair where it belonged, and out of people's food. She watched her trainer carefully as the older woman showed her the keys for the different orders. Susan picked up on running the tender-box very quickly, and she helped to grab foods for each bag. She worked for nearly two hours without making any serious blunders, and her trainer whispered to Steve that perhaps Susan was ready to try it on her own whenever they found a non-busy moment to giver her a chance. After Susan had been there about two and a half hours, Steve let two men and one woman go home leaving only Susan and himself to run the front. in the back, there were still three workers, so there were five employees all together. Susan was happy to be given a chance to run the register herself, and she was careful to get the orders correct, and with her excellent memory, she was able to do very well. Steve started helping out more in the back, and this left Susan in the front by herself, while one or two people filtered into the store here and there. Steve only wanted to go to the front when there was someone at the window, or if things got too much for the lone teenager because she was new. Outside, Susan could see the clouds darkening though it was still mid-afternoon. The fresh smell of dew and rain filtered through the restaurant as the next customer opened the door to let in his small family. Susan smiled as cute as she could, and batted her eyes at the customers. The man smiled and proceeded towards Susan's register as it was the only one open. His wife, a brunette, elbowed her husband, and he looked down wiping off his big grin. Susan bowed and struggled within herself as to whether she should apologize, but as they were happy to just order, it seemed like the situation would just pass. Susan was extra careful to get the order right, and she even put in a few extra fries when the manager wasn't looking so show that she appreciated them not making the flirting she was doing a big deal. The man took his kids back to find a table, and the lady stayed there to take the lunch. She smiled at the girl, and acted as though nothing had been Susan's fault. As Susan waited for the food put on her customer's tray, she watched the weather, and noted that it was now spitting rain at the window, and the luster of day was no brighter than dusk, though it should have been a very bright time of day. The winds were also picking up bending the grasses over and making the nearby pine trees sway. Another customer entered the store as Susan started to feel a twinge in her bladder. She would have to ask for a break soon, but as she looked around, she realized she was the only one working the front. She politely took the second order, and finished preparing the first before she went to the back to find the manager working the fries. "Excuse me, Steve?" She began. "Do I get a break soon?" "Yeah, sure. I'm going to relieve you in about ten minutes." "Okay, thanks." Susan went back to the front of the store and packed the next customer's food in bags for him when suddenly, a dozen people entered the store. Susan was now, starting to wonder if she was going to be able to use the toilet any time soon. She looked longingly at the washrooms just to the left of her counter, but bared down on getting the next few orders. Steve came out from the back and started helping her take orders. Susan tried to catch his eye, but he was so busy, it was impossible to ask him to go to the bathroom without yelling it out for all to hear, so Susan continued working and taking orders. She was hoping it wouldn't take too long to get everyone satisfied so that Steve could give her a break. This was perfect, Steve thought to himself hoping more people would come in. They did. Susan looked at the crowds that were coming in, and she whimpered. She didn't know if she could wait that long, as the pangs in her sides were already telling her that the muscles were starting to tire of their burden. Susan bared down not wanting to make a bad impression on the first day of work. She continued taking orders, standing as straight as she could though she shifted a bit from foot to foot and rubbed her knees together when she walked. Outside, the rains were getting heavier, and the sky started to flash a bit of silent light through the sky. The heavy sounds of pinging against the windows kept reminding Susan of her needs though she fought to keep her mind on getting everyone satisfied. She watched the lines work down... to twelve, to eight, and to six people. She was still able to hold it, and soon, she would be able to take her break. Just as they were down to three people in line, and Susan tried to catch Steve's eye, two buses of high school teams pulled up, and all Susan could do was sigh. She was definitely not going anywhere for a long time, as Steve wouldn't be looking at her anytime soon. Still, it was getting too hard to wait, and she thought she should ask. "Steve?" she tried to be polite. "You were going to give me a break a few minutes ago..." "I know, but I can't do it right now, Susan. There are too many people to take care of right now." " I know. I was just hoping I could quickly get to the..." she blushed not really wanting to finish that sentence, but feeling she might have to. "I'm really sorry," Steve smiled at her, "But you just have to hold it. I don't have anyone to put on the front until four, and that's still another hour from now." "Honestly? I can't go?" "Look, Susan. As soon as I can let you go, I'll let you, okay?" Susan knew she was trapped, and she went back to taking orders. She was now kind of bending at her waist and bouncing around when she was trying to pack the food in bags, and she stepped from foot to foot when she was taking orders, trying to smile, but very aware that her bladder was full, and her muscles were weak and threatening to just let the water out. Susan was in the middle of packing yet another lunch bag of burgers when a sudden thunderclap broke the silent skies, and made everyone jump as the restaurant lights flickered momentarily. Susan felt a bit of pee, slip down her tubes, and jet a bit into her gray briefs that she wore under her nylon stockings. Someone had turned the radio on as Steve and Susan continued serving customers, and there were now Thunderstorm watches and warnings in effect though Susan couldn't concentrate on where they were in effect as she was too busy trying to make the customers happy, and trying to keep her panties from getting any damper than they already were. The winds outside the store blew at the windows rattling them against the brick walls. The rain pounded the windows and ground. Susan was reminded of water whenever she looked outside, and whenever she served customers as many of them ordered cokes and other fountain drinks. This was getting really hard to hold her bladder, and looking at the line, it seemed to hardly move at all. Tears came to her eyes. Susan struggled for nearly ten minutes with the next little leak on the verge of threatening her panties, though it kept stopping just before it could get out. Susan's face burned in embarrassment as it started to become hard to walk without wetting, and she had silent tears starting down her cheeks even though she was still keeping her panties dry despite the first little leak about ten minutes earlier. A younger boy pointed at the way she was moving and told his mom that "that girl had to pee." The boy's mom just smiled and shooed him towards a table to eat. Susan finally felt a little second bit snake down her tubes and press against her hole so hard, that a little leak sprang for about five or six seconds. It was a very little leak and it happened so quick, that it only further dampened her panties making them stick to her now sticky crotch and bottom, but it didn't get show anything going down her stockings or on the floor. She knew she wasn't going to last much longer. Suddenly, their county was mentioned as being affected by a tornado watch, when out the window in the distance, Steve pointed to the blackening cloud that rose into the air. The employees and customers ran across the street to the public offices for the city where they had shelters. Susan was now, no longer worried about finding a toilet, though she was sure she was going to wet herself very soon. She was more interested in getting to safety no matter who saw her pee her pants.
It may be a little rushed towards the end... and the desperation is not really focused on, but there are a couple of wettings. Testing By Ishigreen Brenda, a brunette with a generous amount of light freckles around the nose and neck, her hair tied in braids, walked into her bedroom where she glanced around had her half-made bed, her desk cluttered with old work and assignments, and her dresser with one white drawer cracked open because a sweater sleeve stuck up a bit. She sighed. The day couldn’t possibly be any worse, she thought to herself. The teachers told them that they had tests all week the next week, and not one teacher hesitated to tell them how important the testing week was, and to keep healthy so they could take their finals. On top of that, both of her best friends were home with the flu, and she had a mountain of homework. The last straw, was when she found that Brian had been two timing her with Elsie. She let the bag slump to the floor and then fell prone upon her bed. Her lavender blouse was sweaty and wrinkled with the unpleasant stink of the horrible day caked to it. Her skirt was just as wrinkled and had a rather large stain in the back that went under her bottom. It had not been a good day. As Brenda lay there, her braids showing their wear as several loose strands were in her face, heavy footsteps approached her door. No one walked that heavily in her house except her old man. She pushed herself into a sitting position as he cracked the door open. “Are you decent?” he asked through the crack. “Yes sir,” Brenda tried to hide her depression through a fake smile and a brightened high pitched playful voice. “Are you okay?” he asked her a little concerned. “Why wouldn’t I be?” she asked him back hoping he would drop it. “Well, it’s not like you to traipse through the living room without saying a word to the old man,” he continued to look past her disguise of happiness. “Something must have you upset.” Brenda looked down at her lap. She has never really lied to her old man before, and she knew that if she kept up the façade, it would be the same as lying. “Well, it’s just all the stress, I think,” she replied. “You see, we have finals next week, and I had kind of a hard day.” “So I’ve heard,” he whispered as he came closed to sit on her bed with her. Brenda pulled back away from him trying to give herself some space between them. She hoped her dad couldn’t smell her because she was hiding something very shameful, and she really wasn’t up to finding out what her dad would do when he found out. “I heard from your teacher that you had an accident in one of your classes,” he said as though it were nothing. Brenda’s jaw dropped, tears swam to her eyes, and she started thinking of every excuse she could, many thoughts flooding her brain with their own ideas. “Don’t worry about explaining it, sweetie,” he softly whispered to his fifteen year old high school girl. “Things like that happen sometimes. I just want you to go clean yourself up and then come and talk to daddy, okay?” Brenda nodded, not knowing if she should be jubilant over his non-reaction, or if she should be worried that he hadn’t taken the time to assault her about her age and her stupidity of not making it to the bathroom before class started. Brenda stood up, the back of her skirt clearly showing the stain from her mess, and she went to the dresser to fetch out some clean things while her dad watched. The middle of her skirt was still damp, and her dad could see that she had intended to wear the skirt until it dried hoping to keep from getting in trouble, and that made him smile. Brenda finally fished out the necessary things she needed to change, and she walked past her dad and out of her bedroom towards the bathroom down the hall. To one side of the hall, she saw her mother standing at the bottom of the stairs staring up towards her. “Hey mom,” she waved before making her way to the bathroom for her bath. In the bathroom, Brenda put her clean clothes on the toilet lid to keep them dry, and she pulled out her hair ribbons so she could wash her hair. She reached over the tub, and put the plug in and started some water for her bath. She reached for the pink bubbles bottle and poured a generous amount into the filling tub. The tub starting to fill, she sighed and started to unbutton her blouse. The smell from her body was even worse as she came close to pulling the blouse off of herself, and it was obvious that she smelled like a pee factory. Brenda had tears come to her eyes as she realized that there was no way anyone had not noticed her smell, though her skirt felt almost dry by now. She flung the offensive blouse away from her at the door and pulled the bra apart to ditch in the same manner. The tub continued to fill at a regular pace, now with bubbles making it seem like glace on cake. Brenda pulled at her skirt until it came down her thicker than average, but somewhat shapely legs to fall to the floor, and the worse offensive object on her, sat on her hips still caked in dried pee and smelling like a musty rat had crawled up her panties and died. She pulled them down, the fumes and the emotion of the wetting finally catching up to her, and tears slid down her face. She flung them as hard as she could at the bathroom door, but they only make it halfway there before some unseen air caught them in mid-flight and brought them down only halfway there. Brenda sighed and climbed into the tub, which was nearly full. She turned off the taps and relaxed in the warm water, and started to drift in thought. The warm water was nice. Outside, storm clouds gathered around the house and rain started to fall on the windows in little spurts of spit. Oblivious to the stirring storm outside, Brenda went to a faraway happy place, imagining the tops of white clouds full of puffy cotton candy and jolly people laughing and playing around. She rested for nearly ten minutes in the tub, but in her dream world, hours seemed to pass, and she was soon unconcerned with Brian or tests or even of the wet clothes just feet from her physical position. A sudden urgent knock at the bathroom door startled her. “Brenda, you need to come out of there soon,” her mother called. “Why? You can come in,” she responded knowing she hadn’t locked the door. “It’s not that,” her mom opened the door. “They say we are having severe weather and are advising us to be alert and to not be in large bodies of water like baths at the moment.” “Oh, okay,” Brenda sighed as she stepped out the water revealing her forming breasts which were already nearly too big for a b-fit bra. She reached for a towel on the towel rack as her mother closed the door for her. “I’ll have dinner for you when you come down,” her mom called as she walked away. “Okay mom,” Brenda called happily. She dried herself head to foot, placed some house clothes on which did not include a bra, and then walked downstairs to join her parents. The Television started making an urgent warning sound, so the three of them ran into the living room to see what was going on. “We have spotted several twisters in the … county… near….” The television wasn’t making much since as it cut out too many words to understand. Then they heard a roaring from outside that was beyond anything natural, and looking out the window, what seemed like it was in the distance, a swirling cyclone was stirring across the ground. Brenda looked at it in surprise as did her parents for several moments, when the windows seemed to make noise from shaking and woke them all from their shock. “Quick, to the basement,” Brenda’s dad yelled though Brenda only hear it as a far off echo. The three of them ran through the house, several objects swaying through the wind, and the walls breathing in and out heavily. Lights winked out, and a thunderous roar shook the ground. Brenda jumped as the thunder cracked, the light seemed to pass through the tunnel-dark house like a flash of a ghost, and she felt herself wiz for a second, before her muscles contracted stopping the flow. The three of them ran down the stairs, a second thunder surprising her mother, and her mother held herself, and there was no hiding it, her mother had just had an instant that Brenda had had. She was probably a little damp in her panties just as Brenda was, and most likely, her dad too though he showed no sign of it. The made it to the safest corner in the basement and waited. Dad had the radio on, but the wind seemed to distort the messages making it hard to listen to. The winds around them shook the house overhead, causing many items to fall with a crash to the floor. There was almost like a ghost like feeling that was trying to pull her soul up out of her body, but her physical body was still anchored down by her heavy dad’s weight as he grasped the pipe sticking out the wall, and laid heavily over both his daughter and his wife. With all his pressure on her, there was no way to squirm or get in position to stop herself, and she felt a little pee starting to snake out of her pee hole, through her panties, and down her legs probably wetting her dad too. There was nothing she could do, and once her panties were nearly half wet, she sighed and gave up, letting the real flood out. In moments, her dad and mom realized what she was doing, and yelled something she couldn’t hear over the roar of the wind. When the winds finally died down, the ground floor and above were covering the basement. They could not see out, and Brenda was finally able to sit up, her face in her hands, very red and crying for fear and embarrassment. But she needed have cried so hard. She had been so worried about what they would think of her, she had not looked over at her mom. Her mom, was just sitting there shocked. Her pants…were...not…dry.
Ruth’s Stormy Night By Shane Green Tornado 5.pdf Outside, one late Thursday evening, the cloudy sky began to assault the neighborhood of late sleeping residents with howling winds and spitting droplets of rain. Time slipped lazily by as one by one, all of the lights in the neighborhood retired for the night. Soon, only one house had two lights glowing from its windows. Inside one of those windows, a teenager with golden-blond honey hair, green eyes, and pink pajamas lay prone upon her pink quilted bed, poking at the keys of her keyboard as though busy with some homework assignment. “I just finished an English assignment,” Ruth had typed back to her omorashi friend who was on as late as she was. She had never met this person, but he claimed to be a man much older than herself, and she claimed to be girl in college. Suddenly, from outside her window, a sounds that caused the air and ground to rumble exploded in the distance, and she came in tuned to the increasing strength of the howling winds from her rattling window. Ruth was used to these spring storms, and she just ignored it. How many times had she been in a thunderstorm, where watches were issued, strong winds swayed trees, and still nothing happened to her neighborhood? She wasn’t easily spooked. The driving rain against her window, however, did remind her that she visiting the toilet soon might be a good idea, but looking at the counter clock at the bottom of her screen, she decided she wasn’t ready to go just yet. Leaving her bedroom would alert her dad, who was still in the living room that she was still awake at one in the morning, and she knew that even if he wasn’t displeased, he would tell her to go to bed. “What’s going on there?” the chatter asked her yet again. “It’s raining hard,” she typed a response. “I think it could rain all night by the sound of this storm.” Ruth crossed her legs, grabbed a pillow, and readjusted herself to get comfortable. The pressure was now nagging her, but she was still confident that she had a few more minutes before she absolutely had to go. Outside, the rains continued pounding at the streets, the houses, and the trees, the winds pushing anything not nailed down, and thunderous noises exploded in the sky as streaks of light flashed against the dark skies. “Time to go,” Ruth finally typed to her friend. She decided that not only was her bladder bugging her, but if she wanted to keep her math teacher from yelling at her, she had to get some sleep now so she wouldn’t fall asleep in his class the next day. As she sat up, pulling the computer towards her to turn off and put aside, she suddenly felt a bit of spasm that allowed a little splutter of urine to escape, and she looked down at her pink pajama bottoms and the bed noticing a little patch of wetness that had escaped before she could cut the flow. Ruth headed straight out the door, looked to the left, and heard her mother’s soft sleeping noises from one of the rooms with the door cracked open, then darted into the bathroom in front of her. She was just about to lock it when her dad ran suddenly from the living room towards the front door. Ruth couldn’t help her curiosity, to hear her dad suddenly bolt out the door, and she unlocked the bathroom door without yet going, and she ran towards the open door to meet her dad. “You heard it?” her dad asked her assuming she just woke up. “Yeah,” Ruth tried to keep a steady face, though her bladder was throbbing now. They looked up into the night together, and above them, turning clockwise on the bottom, and counter-clockwise on top, was a huge preparing funnel cloud. It seemed to move in slow motion, though the bottom half was quickly dropping towards the ground. “Quick, get your…” her dad started. But the cloud changed directions at the last moment, and they saw it snack away from their house, and thought the top was still hovering over it, and the tail wound through the night towards a street many blocks from them. Ruth, now shaking with fear for the first time, and her dad, his hands shaking just as rapidly, ran into the house to wake the rest of the family. The started towards the basement, when the sky above them suddenly began to lighten, and the stars started winking back into view. Ruth, standing outside in the night in her light pink pajamas with already a small wet patch at her growing, her mom and sister, just behind her, and her dad just ahead, groping for the cellar door to open it, all paused as the winds suddenly died down. The rain continued to pour outside, and the lightning continued to flash her and there, but the dark clouds were suddenly gone, and the winds were silent. Ruth felt a little more splatter into her panties, as she finally remembered, after the fear had caused her to tense and forget, that she really needed to get to the bathroom. She ran inside the house, racing past her mom and sister as a small spurt slipped out, snaked down her left leg, and left a few droplets on the floor. She ran through the bathroom door, locked it, and the rest of the family went back in to settle for the now, quiet night.
Another story Faust salvaged from a site he used to frequent. Faust apologizes for the format, but hopes you enjoy~ The gulping of a bottle of water was heard, as the green haired girl sat the water bottle down, quietly. "Th...There.." Wynn called, as she moved a bit, closing her legs as she stood. She had been drinking quite a bit, as she moved around the house, wearing a pair of green striped panties, and a white shirt. As she moved to the couch, her legs clenched together, she sighed a bit. "I'm....I can't believe I'm able to do this today." she cooed to herself, lowering a hand lightly. Since her family was going to be out for most of today, and she was going to have the house to herself. As such, she had the time to have a little.....fun. As such, she figured she'd test herself, to see if she could hold for a while, and so she could enjoy a wetting again, this time in a controlled enviorment. She fidgeted a bit in place, as she lightly scissored her legs. Thankfully, since she wasn't wearing a skirt at the moment, the pressure on her bladder wasn't as much as it could have been. As she started to go turn on her game system, she heard a sound she wasn't expecting, a ringing. "The doorbell?" she called, confused as she moved over, to look through the peephole. "YO!!!!" A familiar voice called, causing a slight shudder from Wynn. "F....Faust?" Wynn's voice squeaked, as she flushed deeply, turning looking around her house for something. She couldn't let Faust see her like this!!! She scampered about her house, darting from room to room as she moved to her room, flinging her clothes about as she pulled up a black skirt, her desperation momentarily ceasing to keep her attention as she sighed a bit, before starting out of her room, to go meet Faust. However, as she stepped out, another familiar pink haired figure stood, smiling. "Hello Wynn~Chan~" Yuno's cheery voice called, as Faust stood behind the girl, scratching his head nervously, a sweatdrop forming. "She....got in." he called, quietly. "Sorry..." Yuno beamed, as she looked at the other girl, smiling a bit too much. "Faust wanted to come visit Wynn-chan today, so Yuno figured she'd come along too." Yuno called, happy. Wynn paused, flushing a bit as Yuno spoke. "He...did?" Wynn replied, a little surprised. So, Faust wanted to see her? She knew that Yuno was a bit unhinged, and always seemed to cling onto Faust a little more than most people seemed comfortable with. Faust seemed to be fine with it though, which is part of the reason Wynn liked him so much. "Yea, I did." Faust called. "Though, if we're interrupting something..." he called, "we can leave." Yuno smirked, as she gave what Wynn was sure a confident, condesending glance. Wynn quickly raised his hands, as she waved. "No no, it's okay." She called. "I was just thinking about how I was hoping someone would come by today, and you just kinda popped up." Faust paused, before smirking. "That's good then." he remarked. "Guess great minds think alike, huh?" Wynn smiled, giving a similar glance back to Yuno as she was cheered. So, he had come specifically to see her? She could practically cheer with Joy. Well, she could, if she wasn't suddenly reminded of a very pressing urge. Her bladder panged, as she suddenly flinched, her hand lowering a bit as Faust and Yuno paused. "You okay Wynn?" Faust called quietly, as she stood up, clenching tightly. "Yeah, Yeah." she called. "Just caught a little off guard by the sudden visit, that's all." She silently cursed her urges, as Faust seemed to be fine with her excuse. Yuno's eyes however, flickered with the lightest movement, catching Wynn's gesture. Unlike Faust, Yuno knew exactly what Wynn's movement was about, as her smile remained on her lips eerily. So...Wynn had that going on, huh? Yuno didn't show it, but she was almost excited at Wynn's predicament, knowing how she was going to have it end at least. "Yuno probably shouldn't have picked the lock into your house, should she?" Yuno called, nervously. She had broken into the house merely to speed along the process, but she herself was having too much fun with this. "Probably..not.." Wynn called, making a mental note on Yuno's attitude. She could pick locks? However, she felt some liquid sloshing about in her, regretting that last bit of water she'd drank before they had come in there. She'd have to excuse herself soon, though she was slightly dissapointed that she didn't get to quite have the same kind of fun as she wanted. "Wow, you've got a lot of games here." Faust called, moving over to her television. "Soul Calibur, Mario Party, Dokapon Kingdom..." "Oh yeah." Wynn called, as she moved over. "I tend to invite others over sometimes, so I need a lot of party games." Faust smiled, as he gestured at one. "Think we could play one?" he replied. "It's been a while since i've been able to play a good game." Wynn nodded, as she moved over, starting up a system. "Okay, it's all set." she called, her legs twitching a bit as she decided that now was the time. "Now, if you'll....." "Could Wynn-chan direct Yuno to the bathroom?" Yuno called, fidgeting in place a bit. "Yuno has been holding it a bit too long~~~" The pink haired girl squeezed her legs together, as she scrunched her face a bit in effort, flushing deeply. Wynn paused, hearing the girl's request before nodding lightly. "Sure..." she called. "It's right over this way.." This would be perfect, she'd have some alone time with Faust, while Yuno would be in the bathroom. The pink haired girl kept going along with her act, as Wynn lead her to the bathroom, the pink haired Yandere twitching and fidgeting as she went into the bathroom, slamming the door hard. "Jee, she musta really had to go." Wynn called, as she was reminded of her own urge, clenching as she went back downstairs. This was probably going to be her only chance to talk with Faust alone, and possibly the best time for her to finally confess her love to Faust. "Sounded urgent." Faust called over his shoulder as Wynn came down the stairs, smirking. "Yeah, how long has it been since she went?" Wynn asked, quickly. "Actually, not too long." Faust called, lightly. "She's just kinda.....special." Wynn paused, as she pieced together what he meant. So, Yuno had a weak bladder? Wynn felt for her, though if Wynn had one of those, she wouldn't have been in this mess. Though, she'd probably be in the bathroom, like how Yuno was. This way, she got to spend a bit of time with Faust. "So, this character creator's really detailed." Faust called to Wynn, the girl pausing. "I've never seen one with this much attention to it." Wynn paused, as she watched the boy picking out outfits and such for a character, a slender looking male. "Yeah.." she called. "It took forever to get all that equipment." Many, many sleepless nights. She had worked fairly hard on it. It was a sort of badge of honor to have done it so effectively. The girl's confidence faded again though, as she felt her bladder cringe again, causing the girl to scissor her legs again as she sat. Just how long was Yuno going to be in the bathroom anyways? "Now, what kind of backround...?" Faust asked himself, as he started cycling through them. "Fire and brimstone....out in the forest...Ah, out on the water!" he called, as the waves crashed a bit, a boat in the middle of the ocean. Wynn twitched a bit, lowering a hand as the water appeared on the screen. Not exactly something she was wanting to see right now. "Okay Wynn, feeling up to a match?" Faust called to the girl, in a challenging tone. Wynn flinched, but smirked as she picked up a controller. "Sure.." she called, having to raise her hands to hold the controller, her bladder flexing a bit. She could handle one match, for sure. Then she'd go upstairs and see if Yuno was done yet. As the match started, luck of the draw just happened to have it on the boat again, causing Wynn to cringe at the screen. Really? What were the odds of that happening? She crossed her legs a little tighter, as the match started. Faust's character seemed to use heavy weapons, so Wynn's Acrobatic character would be fairly helpful. She wasn't quite as quick as she usually was, thanks to that little urge dividing her attention, though Faust managed to catch her with a few big hits. However, as she flipped to the side in the game, avoiding a vertical slash, she heard a familiar voice. "Yuno just saw that girl's panties!!" Yuno's voice called out, as if the person on the screen was real. "What a weird game." That comment came at two small prices for the green haired girl. For one, since Yuno snuck up on her, her urges managed to overtake her a bit, causing a warm spurt to escape as she jumped in her seat. Secondly, Faust hadn't been as reactive as her, causing him to get her with a powerful horizontal slash while she was distracted with her spurt. "Ahh, Yuno-chan, don't sneak up on us like that." Wynn called, lightly as she tried to judge how much escaped by the warmth in her panties, hoping it wasn't noticeable. "Yuno does that." Faust called, his focus having not been distracted. "Nice to see I managed to win my first match though." Yuno smiled nervously, looking at the girl. "Sorry~~" Yuno called, having apparently not anticipated how she'd scared the girl. Judging by the green haired girl's expression though, she hadn't managed to keep fully dry from that. Good....That's what Yuno had been hoping for. Wynn didn't seem like the type that would be open about having to go, so Yuno figured with just the right provocation, Wynn would..have an unfortunate accident, and be too embarassed to be around her love. As such, Yuno was still smiling, happily. She could keep her Love yet... Wynn cringed a bit, managing to stem the flow before it could persist, though she was positive she could hold it long enough. "It..It's okay." Wynn called, as the second round started. Wynn's moves were dulled a lot more, her bladder really aching, and preventing her from playing effectively. It wasn't long before Faust managed to pull out a win again, causing him to win the match. "Whoo!!!" Faust called, cheering happily. "I managed to win!" Wynn smirked, surprised Faust was so enthusiastic about winning, before she felt her bladder pulsing fiercely. It was now or never. "Okay, I kinda need to go the bathroom now." Wynn called, starting up the stairs as she shoved her hands into her skirt, holding back her flood as Yuno turned, a look of concern. "Ahh, Wynn-chan, Yuno wants to te.." she started, before the girl was already out of earshot, heading up the stairs, and starting into the bathroom. "I can't believe I held it so long..." Wynn called quietly to herself. "It hurts a bit, but I bet it'll feel really good coming out.." The green haired girl opened the door, and stepped over to the toilet, lifting her skirt as she felt her urges starting to overcome her. She sat down on the seat, and released, feeling a warmth spreading through her panties, as she kept her skirt high, keeping it dry as she sighed in relief. It felt soooo good to finally get some release from the almost painful urge in her bladder. She almost forgot about the two downstairs, having been lost in her own, warm bliss, before she finally finished, empyting out her bladder. "Much..better..." she called, as she raised her legs, slipping off her panties as she quietly placed them in the trashcan to keep anyone from getting to them, while she got up, flushing and starting to wash herself a bit to keep the smell out. She patted out her skirt, and started downstairs slowly. "Aww, Yuno loses again!!" Yuno called, as she apparently lost. "Guess that means...Ah, Wynn-chan!!" Wynn paused, as she waved lightly, noticing as the two had been playing. "Hey Wynn. feeling better?" Faust called, as Yuno turned, gesturing. "Yuno was worried, Wynn took so long." Yuno called, lightly. "Did Wynn-chan make it?" Wynn paused, but nodded lightly. "Yeah....I did. Though.." Suddenly, Yuno's ears perked up a bit as she looked. "Yuno is hearing something.." she called, as she looked up. Faust paused, before turning. "Yeah, me too.." he called, as Wynn suddenly paused, before starting upstairs, and heading into the bathoom. "Nonononononono!!" she called, as she noticed the water flowing out over the toilet, some of it clear, while some of it was still yellow. It had been clogged? But..but.. "Is everything alright?" Faust called, as he started up, Wynn turning. "No, please don't come up here!!" Wynn cried, loudly. "Please leave! There's a bit of a problem!!" Faust paused, as Yuno grabbed onto the boy's arm. "Okay, Yuno and Faust will see you later Wynn chan!!" the pink haired girl cried, dragging Faust away as Wynn started pumping with the plunger, trying to desperately unclog her toilet. After a firm workout with the plunger, the water finally started to calm, as Wynn found the object that caused it. "Wh..what?" she called, noticing what looked like a strange bit of black cloth, before she hesitantly pulled it out, noticing it to be a silky pair of lingere. Something that made Wynn flush rather deeply as she looked at it. "Wh...what? This...this isn't mine..." A small bit away, the pink haired Yandere held onto Faust's back, smiling firmly. "Yuno's going to let go now, okay~?" she cooed, her legs wrapped around the boy's back, as he walked, before feeling a warmth on his back. "But..didn't you already go?" he called, as Yuno shook her head. "Nope." she called simply as Faust noticed something, causing the boy to flush lightly. "I...uhh...didn't know you were going commando today." "Yuno wasn't~" she cooed. "Does Faust like it?" Fin~
A few hours after Brenda had been to the bathroom, cleaned up, and in some fitting clothes for her station, she was led to dinner in a great hall where she saw a few members of the royal house. At the head of the table, she saw the most prominent current head of a the family, a man in his golden years, his hair white as snow thick around the sides and back, but completely shiny bald in front and on top. He had on a nice brown suit and carried a diamond-tipped walking stick. The people sitting closest to him were all near their golden years as well, two women in nice flowing dresses with plain colors, but made of the finest silks, and three other men wearing nice suits. All of them seemed to shake from the strain of sitting up right, and three of them had wrinkles on their wrinkles. Further along the table, there were four women on one side of the table who were not royalty, but who obviously were important to the family, who were no where near their golden years, but still a good lifespan in years removed from Brenda's tender age of 17. on the opposite of the ladies, were five men who looked strict and stern as though the running of the country had taken their joy of life from them. Everyone at the table was so solemn and serious. At the furthest end of the head of the table, sat Brenda on one side of the table and her father at the other end. The elder at the end of the table, who knew how he could stand even leaning on his staff with the violent energy that his knees trembled with his efforts, never the less, stood to make his announcement. "Now, I'd like you to meet the next in line to be heir, Brenda," his voice croaked and rattled so that she could barely understand him. Everyone along the table clapped, and the lady closest to her pulled her arm until she was standing. "Brenda will need to learn much," the ancient man croaked. "She has lived outside our kingdom for so long, that I fear that even with the time I have left as your monarch, it may not be enough time to prepare her." "Sire," some concerned voices whispered his way. "Has the doctor given you news then?" The majestic but feeble man waved a hand as if to say it was nothing, but the affect was more alarming as his hand shook as it reached into the air, and it fell heavily to his side. "I will not pass along until my great-grand daughter knows what she is doing," he promised. People along the tables started whispering to one another, but no one saw the ugly look one of the not so venerable men gave the girl as they quickly shared their thoughts. "Though it would be most appropriate for a lady to teach Brenda the basics of feminism," the king went on. "I dare say, our best teacher is actually Ralph." Ralph was one of the men sitting along the table which looked less noble and a bit younger than the other royal family members. He still held a look of disgust in his face as he watched Brenda, and she started to feel a little tingle of fear run down her spine. Still, she sat there thinking it would definitely upset everything if she moved or dared to point out his chilled grimaces towards her. "So, Ralph will teach our new heiress her responsibilities, her history and facts, and her etiquette decorum and Sue, facing Ralph, will teach her to dress and move gracefully." Ralph sported chestnut brown hair that covered the sides of his head and back, and left his own shiny bald plate towards the front and top his head. He had a heavy moustache that seemed to cover his mouth nearly halfway. His green eyes pierced your soul when he stared at you, and his hands were rough. Sue, with golden slightly darkened blond hair, blue shiny bright eyes, and a small cute smile, sat most dignified at the table without hardly moving a muscle as the sovereign spoke to the table. "Now, family and advisers, let us enjoy our evening nourishment before we turn in for the night, for I know that Brenda and her teachers will have a long day tomorrow." With that, as if on cue, the first four waiters and waitresses brought in the first course of their dinner, a small bowl of soup with bread and cheese. As they served the food, one of the younger women leaned in towards Brenda and whispered to her. "I'm so sorry that Ralph will be your teacher," she hardly moved her lips as she whispered. "Why?" "Well, he most regrettably will not enjoy working with you because you see, before yesterday, no one knew you were even alive, and he thought for sure, that he'd be next in line to inherit the thrown since the king's own daughter had passed away nearly ten years before." "Didn't anyone know that she had married or had a child?" Brenda whispered back with tears in her eyes. "Actually, no. For the longest time, her pregnancy and marriage were kept a secret because she had married a commoner." Brenda looked down unknowing what to respond with. "It is good that he had an heir though. Much of our kingdom were threatening to break away if Ralph took over ruling, and though the king should be disgraced for allowing a half-person such as you to take his place, you at least, by law, are next in line, and most of the kingdom, though shocked and appalled at your appointment, has sworn to take you as their new sovereign." Brenda started to shake a bit and her teeth shattered at that dreadful thought. She was not there because they wanted her, she was there as a last resort to hold the kingdom together. beads of sweat dotted her face, and her legs began to shake a little. "I tell you this, highness," the woman said. "Not to drive you away, but to put you on guard with everyone at this table. I do not know whether I agree with you being my queen, but you are far preferable to a man that will drive us into a civil war." The woman smiled when she saw Brenda shaking, and she proceeded to eat her soup, bread, and cheese while Brenda thought about her position.
Authors Note- This is a story about a senior boy and girl in high school named Jason and Lindsay. The story will be told from Jason’s perspective, if reviews are positive I will likely write additional chapters to the story in the future. Please enjoy and feel free to leave messages with any comments or ideas. I followed along as quickly as I could trying to ignore the constant pushing and shoving as the mass of people surged onward towards the doors. Only a few minutes ago the principals’ voice had boomed from the speakers calling all senior students into the gym for a guest speaker. This has been greeted with the usual chorus of groan and moans from the students at being forced into another long boring lecture. However I had no idea that the assembly would be better than I ever could have imagined. As I escaped the crowds at the door and walked in the gym I quickly spotted my friends in the bleachers and joined them. We talked for a few minutes until the gym had settled after the school had piled inside. After a moment the speaker was introduced as yet another college preparation specialist to speak to us once again. She quickly dived into her speech of tuition costs and enrollment forms. However I snapped to attention as I heard a quite whisper from the row in front of me. My heart instantly leaped into my throat as I noticed Lindsay, my crush sitting inches away from me. But the real shock was what she said. She had groaned in what seemed to be pain and her best friend Kelsey who was sitting directly in front of me had asked what was wrong. “Ugh I was in English and I was just about to ask to go to the bathroom when the announcement came on calling us down here. I asked as soon as the principal finished but my teacher said I wouldn’t have time to go.” Lindsay whispered with a hint of panic in her voice. “Well do you think you can wait until the assemblies over? They usually only take like an hour at the most.” Kelsey said trying to be as supportive as she could for her friend. Lindsay shifted around on the bleachers in obvious discomfort and whispered back, “an hour! I don’t even know if I can wait ten minutes.” Kelsey could only give her friend a sympathetic look with a shrug of her shoulders as I sat behind the two girls fighting the urge to jump for joy at what I was hearing. If what Lindsay had said was true then I just might be in for a real life wetting, no longer would I only have videos from the internet with obvious acting, no longer would I have to settle with only indulging on my wetting obsession through fictions and pictures. I would actually see a girl wet herself, not just any girl, but a girl who in my opinion was the most attractive and nicest person in the school and the person who I had had a crush on for years. Lindsay, an attractive green eyed beauty with shoulder length straight brown hair, a pretty smile, and a curvy body which that day was clad in a tight black tank top with dark green short shorts which showed off her perfect heart shaped bottom. I watched with eager eyes as Lindsay wiggled around on the bleacher as the speaker droned on showing no sign of stopping. I quickly positioned myself to be facing the speaker in just such a way that I could appear to be paying attention and observe Lindsay’s struggles from a better view. I could see her perfectly now as she tapped her feet anxiously trying to ignore the growing urge to empty her bladder. I could tell as her movements slowly grew more noticeable that she had put off using the bathroom for far longer than she should have. Yet I still held doubt in my mind as I reminded myself that the odds of an eighteen year old actually losing bladder control were slim and that I had never witnessed an actual wetting first hand in my entire life. However my omorashi craving brain refused to let hope die as I stared with eager eyes at Lindsay’s growing desperation. Kelsey was whispering to Lindsay reassuringly saying that the assembly wouldn’t be much longer, but Lindsay could only groan in agony as she twisted her shaking legs together to hold back the flood. “Kelsey what am I going to do I don’t think I’ve ever needed to pee this badly. I don’t think I’m gonna make it.” Lindsay whispered. By now Lindsay’s situation was attracting stares and hushed whispers as other students watched her twist and turned constantly. She was beyond caring however as she was forced the place her hands against the tiny dark green shorts, which I was beginning to wonder how they would look soaking wet. But Lindsay was still in control although the occasional gasps she was unable to suppress told me that the pressure was getting worse. I watched with baited breath anticipating what would happen. However Lindsay was somehow able to contain her overfilled bladder far longer than I had expected. Another half hour passed by as the speaker still had yet to finish and Lindsay was still annoyingly dry. I had watched and several times Lindsay had gasped and groaned yet she always managed to fight off the urges. I had to hold back a laugh when after a particularly loud gasp Kelsey had reflexively scooted away from Lindsay thinking she would soon be sitting next to a puddle. However so far Lindsay was proving irritatingly strong willed. As she rocked back and forth trying to sooth her aching bladder. It was at this point that the speaker finished and the principal took the microphone thanking the guest and talking for a moment about who we should contact if we were interested in getting more information. Doubt clawed at my mind as the speaker walked out of the gym and the principal took another minute to explain the class schedule for the rest of the day. I realized with horror that the assembly was almost over, Lindsay was going to make it to the bathroom. Lindsay was shifting around listening to the principal attentively muttering under her breath over and over, “Come on some of us have to pee here hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!!!” To her joy and my horror the principal dismissed us to go to our classes and people began rising and rushing towards the exit. I watched as Lindsay slowly rose on her shaking legs and managed to take two steps before sitting back down. “Come on Lindsay hurry the assembly’s over you can go now!” Kelsey urged. But Lindsay shakily replied “I can’t.” As she trembled violently in desperation. “Yes you can Lindsay come on its only a little ways away hurry.” Kelsey said. Lindsay nodded slowly and rose up once again and took a few more steps until she was directly in front of me before she suddenly stopped in her tracks and froze with a look of shock and a growing blush on her face. Time seemed to slow down as my eyes fell from her face to her shorts, where I quickly spotted a small patch of wetness growing between her shapely legs turning the green shorts a shade darker as the patch quickly covered the front of her shorts as well as a portion of the back. The liquid quickly soaked Lindsay’s clothes and ran down her legs splashing against the metal bleachers below emitting a loud pitter patter as a puddle formed. Other students all began gasping and pointing along with a few snickers as we all watched the accident unfold. Tears were in the corners of Lindsay’s bright green eyes and she was blushing in embarrassment however there was no hiding the unmistakable signs of relief covering her face as pee continued flowing in an unending torrent down her legs. At this point the Principal and a few teachers had seen the commotion and were quickly approaching but stopped short when they saw what was happening. They stared with the rest of us as Lindsay continued peeing for a little while longer until with a small shudder the pitter patter ended. Lindsay was still as she stood soaked and in the middle of the largest puddle of pee I had ever seen. The principal took a minute to gather himself and then he quickly began sending the crowds away from the scene. I took one last look of awe hoping to burn the images into my mind as I began walking away when the principal stopped me with a hand. “Jason since you have study hall this period please assist Lindsay and retrieve a mop and bucket and give her a hand with the mess.” I tried to hide my look of shock and attempted to stay calm. “Y-you said to help her?” I shakily asked trying to make sure this was real. He nodded quickly and continued waving students away until the only people in the gym were me and Lindsay who remained standing in her puddle with tears running down her eyes. I knew then that at that moment Lindsay needed help so I collected myself and slowly approached Lindsay. She did nothing to acknowledge my presence. I took a deep breath and slowly extended a hand to her which she looked at for a moment through teary eyes before taking it and allowing me to lead her away from the puddle and have sit down on the bleachers. I then retrieved a mop and a bucket with water from a nearby janitor’s closet returned to clean the mess. Then Lindsay spoke for the first time seeing what I was going to do. “H-hey you don’t need to do that, just because I wet myself like some baby doesn’t mean I need you to clean up after me like a baby.” She said shakily as she erupted in more tears. “Lindsay it’s not a big deal, and having an accident doesn’t make you a baby it happens to all of us, you shouldn’t worry about it. Lindsay stopped crying for a moment and stared at me. “T-thanks a lot for your help I’m glad there are at least a few nice boys in this school.” She said. At this I stumbled a bit and only nodded my head at her as I blushed deeply. “What’s your name?” Lindsay asked. “Jason.” I replied nervously amazed that the girl of my dreams was talking to me and to top it off she had just peed herself. We fell back into silence as Lindsay sat and I mopped up the puddle. As I finished up my work and returned the mop and bucket to the closet Lindsay stood and awkwardly motioned to her soaked shorts saying, “I’d better go to the nurses office and change out of these, seriously though thanks for your help Jason there aren’t many people who are as nice as you.” Lindsay said as she looked at me. I tried to respond but could only splutter “No biggy.” She smiled a bit and looked away and then quickly said, “Listen I understand if you don’t want to but um maybe we could hang out sometime?” she asked quietly. I wasted no time and quickly replied with a yes. Lindsay beamed at me and thanked me again for my help and walked off towards the nurse’s office. I stared again as she walked off, legs slightly apart in obvious discomfort from the wet material and cool air hitting her wet legs. I ran what had just happened again in my mind still struggling to get the idea in my head. I had just watched the girl I had a crush on wet herself directly in front of me, she knew my name, and now we were planning on a date. Despite how cheesy it felt, I pinched myself wondering if I was dreaming. To be continued
Each one of these stories is based off of a different episode where an omorashi moment may be present. Outer Senshi Saturn kept spinning her Selience Gaviloin around in circles, getting faster each time. At one point, it slipped out of her hands and slid across the floor, finally stopping when it hit a desk. The Outer Senahi were waiting around for the Inner Senshi but they didn't know what was going on with them. Saturn picked up her Selience Gaviloin and felt something in her bladder. She started spinning her Selience Gavolion again as she walked over to her parents. "Michiru-mama, I need to use the toliet." Saturn said, tugging on Neptune's skirt. Neptune picked the girl up and ruffled her hair. "I don't think there is one in here, sweetie." Saturn's eyes filled up with tears. "So I'm just supposed to wet myself?" Neptune set the girl down. Saturn was dancing from foot to foot and her hands was in a fist clutching her girlhood. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "I saw some in the back, but I don't know if they are locked or not." Pluto said. Neptune picked Saturn up again. "We can try them." she said. There were two doors at the back of the office, one for boys and for girls. Neptune tried the girls' and it wouldn't budge. "Uh oh. I think it's actually locked." Saturn started crying. "Here, you hold her for a second. I"m going to try and pick the lock." Neptune said, handing Saturn to Pluto. "How?" Pluto asked. Neptune undid the laces on one of her heeled ballet shoes. "Maybe I can pick the lock with my heel." Neptune smiled. She stooped down and started picking the lock. She placed her shoe back on her foot. "I don't think I can pick it-whoa!" She fell back, her shoe flying off. "My shoe!" she cried. "Well, how am I supposed to use the bathroom?!" Saturn sarted bawling again. Neptune shushed her. "Where are the Inner Scouts? Don't you think they'd be back by now?" Uranus asked. She had her hands behnid her head and was tapping her foot. Neptune shrugged. "They are taking a long time." Saturn stopped crying for a second. "Are you sure that's a good thing?" She gasped and closed her eyes and started shaking. Pluto put her down and Saturn fell onto the floor. She moved towards her Selience Gaviolin and fell to the ground when she was 2 feet away from it. She closed her eyes. Her purple skirt had ridden up a few inches and her leotard was visable. She grabbed the Seilence Gaviolin with one quick motion and tears fell from her eyes again. Neptune scooped her up. "What's wrong?" she asked. Saturn smiled and fell back and Neptune felt her arms getting warm. "Saturn! You didn't just-?!" Saturn started crying again. "Shush, it's alright. You're still a little girl." Saturn smiled. Uranus was tugging the bottom of her skirt and puckered her lips. Saturn stared up at the TV screens and watched the Inner Scouts die and Sailor Moon burst into tears. "Now it's our turn," Pluto said. Chibi/Mini Moon Chibiusa was sound asleep in her bed, tossing and turning. She was dreaming she was with Pegasus again. She held onto his mane and closed her eyes in fright. "We're so high up, Pegasus! Please stop!" Pegasus only looked at her. She felt herself soaring up high. She looked behind her and gasped. "Wings! I have my own wings!" She circled around Pegasus, giggling. "I know a fun place we can go," Pegasus said. Chibiusa sat down on him, not bothering to hold on. "Where is it?" she asked, sucking her breath in over the sight of the orange and pink clouds. "You'll see." he replied. Chibiusa soon heard the sound of rolling waves crashing onto the shore. "the beach! You're taking me to the beach! But I can't swim in this?" Chibiusa asked, looked down at her white crystal princess dress. She jumped off Pegasus's back and into the water. She came back up and smiled. "The water is so warm and toasty, I don't care how wet my dress gets!" Chibiusa splashed and played in the water, happy and giggling. "Ah, it's so warm. Pegasus, come play with me!" Chibiusa dreamed talked. She woke up with a rush of adrline. "Oh, it was all a dream. I wonder why Pegasus doesn't want to swim with me." She sighed and tried falling back asleep, but she felt warm. She yanked her blankets off. "Gag! I wet the bed! There's no way Usagi-chan can see this! She'll tease me unitll I'm 30!" Chibiusa took her wet pjamiama pants off and tossed them in the dirty clothes bin along with her pee-soaked panties. She took the wet sheet off her bed and stuffed it under her bed. "There," she said to herself, "Now nobody will ever know." She snuggled back into bed and dreamed more about flying with Pegasus. Moon "You think you can defeat me and my black dream hole? Think again!" The lady blasted Sailor Moon with her wand and the ship broke apart into and she and Purru screamed. Chibiusa woke up. "Sailor Moon!" she cried. Lady Balltuana shocked her and Chibiusa fell alseep again. Sailor Moon cried out. "Chibi-Moon!" The ship burst apart and she was stuck holding onto the bow of it. "Sailor Moon!" the girls cried. The force-field shocked them and they kept screaming. Sailor Moon got close enough and she grabbed Chibiusa and everything went black. She opened her eyes and a cheery intsremental song was playing. Chibiusa no longer had red ribbons around her body, instead, they turned into her ice blue lace pajamas. "Glad you're safe, Usa-ko." Mamoru said. "Oh, I see Chibiusa is alright as well." He tucked her into bed. "Mamo-chan, what's going on? I'm supposed to rescue the other girls." Mamo-chan put his arm around her. "Forget about the others. You're here with me now." Sailor Moon looked away. She had the urge to use the bathroom. "Mamo-chan, who means more to you, me or Chibiusa?" Mamoru laughed. "Why, you of crouse." Sailor Moon picked Chibiusa up. "Mamo-chan, can I ask you something?" she said. Mamoru nodded. "First of all, may I please use your bathroom?" She shifted her weight left and right. "Well of crouse you can." Mamoru smiled. "Thanks." Sailor Moon burst into the bathroom. She detransformed so it would've been easier for her. She pulled her school skirt and underwear down and sat down. A stream trickled out for 45 seconds. "That's better," Sailor Moon said. She pulled her skirt up and flushed the toliet. She washed her hands then transformed again. She came out and scooped up Chibiusa again. "Now my second question. You are handsome even in my dreams, Mamo-chan." The music stopped and Sailor Moon closed her eyes. "Crisis Power!" she yelled. Her dream coffin broke open in the real world. Sailor Moon was burned, scratched, and her dress was ripped and shredded. Chibiusa was scratched and clothed in ribbons again. Sailor Moon looked down at her and noticed her dark skirt. She moved Chibiusa to see what it was. It turned out to be a stain. "A stain from what?" she wondered out loud. She squished it and it splooshed softly. Sailor Moon blushed. "Great. I'm a 15 year old girl and I totally peed myself dreaming!" She looked at the snoozing Chibiusa and the girls crying out below. She realized that nobody would even know anyway. "Everyone! Lend me your power!" she said.
Yukari’s Friend (Based on RPG) By Ishigreensa and Lillium Chapter One: Meeting at the club In the corner of a lonely bar for a special group of young people, a young teenager, about the age of fifteen sat, slowly sipping her usual tall glass of oglong Japanese brown tea. Her almond shaped eyes were brown as deep as the earth, and her hair was shiny blue-black with a kind of topknot hanging over the back of the main mass with use of a barrette. The girl had on a yellow button down long sleeve blouse that was dingy and worn. Her corduroy purple pants accented her top. Yukari always sat there, mostly unobserved by those patrons that came regularly, and she doubted anyone knew she was there. She was mostly a private girl, keeping to herself most of the time. Around the Omo-club, the other patrons danced, talked, and drank having fun. The most prominent members that Yukari knew well, were Americans who had made up Japanese names because they loved the idea of anime and omorashi. One of the most important members of the club, the bar owner, was named Kenshin. She observed Kenshin from afar and knew that he liked someone in the bar, and often looked for her. He could usually be seen sitting next to the bar on a sofa, often complaining about profits or other things, but also cheering up people that came in to say hi. Neko-kun was another very common patron who was not only foreign to Japan, but perhaps to earth. He had a boy’s body, but there were very cat-like aspects that set him apart from those around him. He had the ears, eyes, and tail of a cut tabby. He was probably one of Kenshin’s favorite playmates, by the way they interacted. There was this fairy, that looked a bit like a boy, who wore green. He was named anti-fairy, but one of the regulars dubbed him, Leprechaun , and at that time, a new comer, to the club, had become so accustomed to calling him that, that whenever he saw the antifairy, he always called him Leprecaun. Dessy was a young girl, perhaps their age, maybe a bit older, who had a large fan base in this club. She often played guitar for the club, and she was well appreciated for her talents. Yukari sipped her tea, knowing it would be hard to really get involved with anyone, because first of all, no one liked her. She knew this because of her home life and because of school. Yukari’s first friend, was surprisingly new and shy. She happened to be walking into the club looking around unsure of where to sit or what to do. She just stood there in the middle of the dance floor, shaking her long brown hair, and her nervous trembling body slightly bouncing around her short skirt and her cute top. Yukari knew what it felt like to be like that girl. She was that girl even now. No one paid her much mind, and no one talked to her. They just hung out in clicks that make Yukari think of high school. Yukari didn’t know where the courage or idea came from, but she found herself standing up, brushing any crumbs from her favorite cookies off of her pants, she nervously approached the new comer. The new comer stood there, slightly trembling, looking around for someone to introduce herself to, perhaps. Yukari, a very small girl for her age, appearing almost as though she were much younger than fifteen, approached the girl. She had very little in the chest department as well, and could easily be mistaken for a twelve year old or even younger. “I am … er… Yukari,” she whispered to the stranger who had just noticed the girl. “Are you okay?” “Oh, yeah,” the slightly taller girl giggled. “I’m Lillie,” she breathed a bit of flushed embarrassment coming to her face when she couldn’t get the words out as loud or clearly as she wanted. “You sit me at a table there,” Yukari offered pointing at her usual spot. “I always sit arone.” “Oh, okay,” the girl hesitated. “Oh, if you don’t sit me, okay,” Yukari blushed deeply. “No one likes me anyway, so it’s okay if you don’t sit me.” “Oh, no, it’s okay,” Lillie quickly responded realizing that Yukari had misunderstood her hesitancy. “So, how old are you?” she asked the foreign girl. “I am a fifteen. I go first grade high school.” “Oh, really?” Lillie became excited. “I’m fifteen too!” Yukari was careful to sit quickly in the chair she always sat in for some reason. She didn’t want Lillie to take the chair, and was in it before she could even see it. She waved around the small empty table at the other three seats though. “Want sit down?” she asked. “Of course,” Lilly smiled. They started to talk a little bit and realized they were in two of the same classes at school, and that they were both going to have a school trip together that Friday. They were so excited, that they talked for a long time, when Lillie started to look a bit distracted. Yukari, just talked on not realizing anything, because she had a secret. Lillie, meanwhile, straightened her skirt twice, and fidgeted a little. The antics around the room were the usual. Neko-kun was teasing Kenshin, and Kenshin was teasing him back. Dessy and Kenshin were also talking, and other groups of young rambunctious kids were playing around and talking. Lillie started to shift a bit into overdrive as she squirmed a bit and started to bounce her legs some. “Are you okay?” Yukari asked her, her face reddening as she realized that the girl probably needed to use the toilet. “Yeah, but could you show me the washrooms?” the girl asked Yukari. “Oh, sure.” Yukari stood up, looked carefully through the hall, though Lillie was getting desperate and hoped to be taken by the most direct and fasted route. Yukari was still too nervous of the others, and she picked her way to avoid the most confrontation with those in the room. It took them five minutes longer, with Yukari picking her way around the floor, until they reached the small corridor with the boys’ and girls’ room. The boys’ room had the door missing because Kenshin had taken it down when someone had playfully locked it a couple of days ago making several messes in his establishment. There were a line of empty urinals that could be seen from the hall and four empty stalls that were not being used. Because the club had so few girls, as yet, the girls’ room was more made for privacy, so it locked from the inside, and had only one toilet and sink. There were three girls lined up outside it, and Lillie was the fourth. Yukari saw her starting to put her hands closer to her girl-hood, and dancing a little on each foot. She stood there, with her, hoping that the line would move fast, but she didn’t have to go. Lillie couldn’t understand how it was that Yukari, who had been talking there longer than she for the last six hours, didn’t have to use the toilet at all yet. She curled her hair in her fingers as she asked. “Don’t you need to go too?” Yukari blushed and looked down at the floor. She wasn’t sure she wanted to answer that question just yet. It was bad enough that she talked like a baby. She really hoped to make a friend before she said something that would ruin it. “Um…” she could only look at her stained but dry crotch. Lillie saw where she was looking and blushed a little too. “Oh,” she giggled. “You have problems?” Yukari felt her cheeks burning up as she nodded and tears came to her eyes. “Don’t worry,” Lillie assured her. “I don’t think we are the only ones here with that problem, or no one would be here. You do know what kind of club this is, don’t you?” Yukari nodded, for she had been there to this club at least two weeks before Lillie had come today. “I promise, I don’t care,” Lillie confirmed that they could still try to be friends. Yukari looked up at her, her mouth slowly spreading into a small grin. “I do hope they hurry though,” Lillie said a little louder than she meant, and blushed some. Yukari watched her dance around, now openly holding herself with her two hands, and one girl came out of the toilets as one of the waiting girls finally went it. “There are onry two girls,” Yukari told Lillie trying to encourage her. “You can wait, can you?” “Yeah,” Lillie gasped in little breaths trying to keep as much pressure on her muscles as she could muster. “I’m sure I can.” Yukari waited there a bit longer, thinking about the conveniently empty boys’ room as Lillie dance foot to foot. “You see, there is a toiret there,” she pointed into the boys’ room. “I couldn’t possibly,” Lillie responded blushing. Yukari shrugged and watched her friend struggling wondering what else they could do about it. Yukari wasn’t sure, but it looked like her friend was losing the battle, and she thought that a little had started to wet in her panties. Another girl can out, and the one ahead of them went into the bathroom, but by now, Lillie was squatting down, rubbing her growing and squeezing her legs so tight, Yukari thought she was in agony. Yukari grabbed Lillie’s hand. “Come me,” Yukari demanded. Lillie looked at the closed girls’ door, and knew that even waiting there was pointless, but she wanted to fight leaving it so close to her salvation. “Just come on,” Yukari pulled at her arm. “Where… Where are we going,” Lillie said in little breaths. “Somewhere private,” Yukari smiled. Yukari led her away from the bathroom, as a little thin stream of pee slid down Lillie’s left leg and Yukari pulled her outside and behind the building. There, it was almost deserted, and Yukari had her go into a little cubby created by two large trash bins and the wall of the club. Lillie, unable to stop it anymore, could only lift her skirt as the pee started to splatter out of her and through her panties smacking the ground in hard bombardment sprays. She peed for nearly a minute, while Yukari kept her back to the alley, and made it impossible for others to see what her friend was doing. Lillie couldn’t stand to look at anyone, even Yukari, and she hid her crimson face in her sweaty hands, her head perspiring like crazy. She was beside herself with grief saying over and over again that she had done it. Yukari just let her pee, not saying anything until she was done. When Lillie was finished peeing, she walked up to her, tapped her on the shoulder, and asked her. “Would you like to come to my place to clean up before we go back?” Lillie thought about it. Going home, would mean facing her parents and telling them she had wet in the alleyway when there was a bathroom right inside, not something she wanted to explain, and going back in like she was, was just too humiliating. She nodded through her hands. Yukari took her friend’s hand, and they walked up to the small apartment. The apartment was small and dingy. It had one bedroom that was rather small, a tiny kitchenette, and a living room. Mercifully, no one was home. Yukari took her friend to the bathroom, and told her to take off her clothes and pass them out to her. Yukari waited for a few minutes, wondering why it took so long for Lillie to give her the clothes, but she said nothing until they were handed to her. You can wear my sweats and old sweatshirt until I come back with your clothes, Yukari told Lillie. While Lillie took a short bath, and then dressed into the sweats, Yukari cleaned up her clothes along with the other laundry that she was supposed to do later that night. At least Jack wouldn’t be on her about doing her chores on time this time. Yukari came back to find her friend relaxing on their brown, hole-infested, clumpy couch that she had to sleep on at night, some stains of hers spread on some of the cushions made Yukari blush deeply. Yukari took Lillie to the bedroom, and she started folding the laundry, until she came to Lillie’s clothes, and she handed them back to her. “Feel better?” Yukari asked smiling. “Yeah,” Lillie had a brightened smile, but a hint of her earlier blush left in her cheeks. “Listen. Thanks a lot for helping me.” “What friends for?” Yukari asked her face still lightly pink from the embarrassing events of the day as well. Lillie shrugged. She liked Yukari. These documents are just the cleaner and easier to read story of the above block of text. Yukari Chapter one.pdf Yukari Chapter one.doc
Warning. Male desperation. Wetting. Borderline yaoi? My first fanfic...be nice T.T "Kaiiitooo~~" The loud voice of a certain leek-obsessed tealette called, in her annoyingly high pitched tone. "Master wanted to see you~~~" The blue-haired Vocaloid looked up momentarily, a goofy smile decorating his features. He loved it when Master called for him. He loved singing for his Master. It was what they were made to do, but for some reason he found that just being with Master made him happy. "KAITO! Stop spacing out!" Miku yelled, snapping him back to reality. Kaito blinked - once, twice, then nodded, finishing up the rest of his vanilla snow-cones. As he stood up, he felt a slight pressure pushing onto his lower abdomen. He frowned, realizing he hadn't been to the bathroom for a while. He pondered if he should go, not wanting to keep Master waiting. In the end, he decided to go - after all, he wanted to be at his best singing for Master. He shuffled slowly towards the bathroom, only to see a yellow figure push past him abruptly, disappearing into the bathroom. Rin's head popped out from behind the door, grinning devilishly. "Taken!" she yelled, before slamming the door in a surprised Kaito's face. Seconds later, Len came running across, banging on the door with a pained expression on his face. "RIN!" he cried, twisting his legs together. "This isn't funny, dammit! I need to PEEEEEEEE!" Kaito shook his head. At this rate, it would take ages. He gave up, and headed upstairs, going straight for Master's recording room. The Stage. That was what they all called it. It wasn't a big stage, the kind where they performed to millions of loving fans, but here, they performed to the most important person in their lives. As if on cue, Master spoke, smiling warmly at Kaito. "Ah, Kaito! Please have a seat." "Thank you, Master," Kaito replied politely, bowing slightly. He frowned when the pressure on his bladder made itself evident again, but shrugged it off. He sat down in the chair, watching as Master rummaged through his files, finally pulling up a page of manuscript, complex notes and lyrics written on it. "Icecream, Come," Kaito read aloud. Already his heart was leaping with joy. Ice-cream was his most favourite thing in the whole world...other than his Master, of course. Master chuckled. "What do you think? Wrote it specially for you...I know how much you like ice-cream..." "Yep!" They both shared a moment of laughter, before Master handed the Vocaloid a pair of headphones, with a microphone attached. Music started to play in the background, and Kaito nodded his head along with the beat. It was catchy. "Just practice for a while. I think this song would really suit you," Master said. "I'll be back later, so just keep working hard, okay? I know you can do it." The brown-haired man patted Kaito on the head before leaving. Kaito nodded, reading the music again. "Awaki beni iro no sutoroberi...itoshi atoaji no guriintii...sore...demo banira wa hazuse naku..." He smiled after finishing the first verse, but that grin disappeared when he realized he had underestimated his need for the bathroom. He could feel his bladder slowly filling up, and immediately regretted eating so much icecream before. "Ugh..." he muttered aloud. No problem, he thought to himself. I'll just ask Master later... So he paused the song, the rewound it, singing it from the beginning. He was totally focused into the song that he only realized someone was watching him when he heard the clapping sound from behind him. He turned around quickly, seeing Master, giving him a thumbs up. "Great work, Kaito. You've gotten the hang of it really quickly...want to try recording now?" Kaito bit his lip. Should I...ask him? "Uh...Sure!" He decided against it. I want to sing for Master, he thought determinedly. This is my chance! Miku and the others have been getting so many new songs lately, I was beginning to think he forgot me... The familiar tune started playing again, and he opened his mouth to sing. After finishing the first verse, he was surprised that the music suddenly stopped. Master frowned. "Kaito, try to sing like the first time. Your voice is a bit strained...are you nervous? Don't worry, I'm here." Kaito chuckled a bit, looking away. His need to urinate was really bothering him now. "Actually...uh...Could I um...use the bathroom please?" Master laughed. "Of course, Kaito." The blue haired Vocaloid gratefully stood up, taking brisk steps downstairs, heading for the toilet again. His place slowed when he heard the sound of running water and a familiar voice so high pitched that it could only belong to Miku, belting out the lyrics of "World is Mine." He groaned, knocking on the door. "Miku! How long are you going to take?!" he yelled. The singing stopped for a moment, then Miku screamed back, "A while!" before going back to singing. Kaito winced, and not just because of Miku's voice. What kind of a person takes a shower at this time? He cursed his luck. The water from the shower was not helping his state either. Not at all. I suppose I could ask to use Master's personal bathroom...he thought, then rapidly shook his head. No! I can't do that...it'll be too embarrassing. Besides, I'm old enough to hold it... His mind made up, the bluenette made his way back to the studio, thighs clenched. His walking was slightly rigid, and Master noticed this as he walked in. However, he didn't think anything of them, not knowing why the Vocaloid was acting odd today. They continued recording, and Kaito was finding it harder and harder to resist the urge to cross his legs. The pressure was getting really uncomfortable - he didn't remember ever been in this kind of situation before. Sure he had witnessed Meiko wet herself once when she was drunk, and Len seemed pretty desperate earlier... No! I shouldn't think about stuff like that. Think dry...deserts...forests...the sky...A sudden image of rain entered his mind, and he clenched his thighs suddenly, his singing abruptly coming to a halt. Master gave him a quizzical look, causing Kaito to blush. "S-Sorry. I lost where I was up to..." he lied lamely. Think icecream! Strawberry, green tea, vanilla...he winced as he thought of them melting. He quickly shook his head, succumbing to his urge and crossed his legs. The temporary relief it brought him gave him the motivation he needed to keep singing. Finally, the song was over, and he sighed, staring at the clock absentmindedly. Phew...I can go now...However, unluckily for him, Master didn't seem pleased with the recording. "You need to be bolder. You need to show passion...I don't understand, Kaito. You sound so...restrained...today. Are you feeling okay?" He walked over to him, feeling his forehead. "You're sweating...are you sick?" Kaito shook his head, biting his lower lip again. "I'm...fine," he replied, forcing out a small smile. He really, truly needed a bathroom now. He wanted to ask again, but didn't know how Master would react. After all, he should have gone only a while ago... "Hang on, I'll get you a drink." Kaito stared after him, wanting to scream out NO, but he couldn't do that. With Master out of the room, he bent over a little and shoved his hand between his legs, rocking back and forth. Ugh, I really need to go...Could I sneak out...? The possibility crossed his mind, but he knew it wasn't an option. "It won't be long," he said aloud, attempting to calm himself. His bladder was sending out waves of desperation, and he squeezed himself tightly, trying to hold it back. Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside. The shock caused him to release a small spurt of urine. It wasn't visible, but reminded Kaito just how badly he needed to pee. He gasped, forcibly clutching himself, letting go just as Master walked back. He handed Kaito a small glass of water, who gulped at the sight of it. His bladder protested greatly - the visual stimulation caused him to release anther spurt again. He fought the urge to hold himself, rubbing his thighs together instead. Gingerly, he took the glass from Master and put it to his lips, feeling the cool liquid run down his throat. Gasping, he stood up to place the empty glass on the table, holding himself when he had his back turned to Master. Of course, his odd behavior didn't go unnoticed by the brown-haired man. Is he okay? Master thought worriedly. Maybe he IS sick... "Let's try again, Master..." Kaito said quietly. Master frowned. "No, it's obvious you're not feeling well..." "I can do it!" Kaito protested, but immediately doubled over as he felt another spurt. "Ahh-" Tears were stating to form in his eyes. He was ashamed, but especially upset that he had disappointed his Master. "I'm sorry, Master!" he cried, now giving up trying to hide his need. He squirmed in his seat, shoving both his hands into his crotch, unable to stay still. "Nngh..." He looked up to Master with nothing but pure desperation. "I need to...I...bathroom..." he gasped. The brunette man stared at him in shock, not able to keep watching his favourite Vocaloid in such agony. "But...didn't you go a while ago...?" "Miku...shower...AH!" Another spurt. A small wet patch was forming on his pants now. "I need to pee!" he practically sobbed, doing everything he could to ease the desperation. "Okay, okay! Why didn't you tell me?" Master was panicking too, unable to stand watching Kaito helplessly. He slapped himself mentally for not noticing Kaito's signs until now. "Can you walk? My bathroom is only down the hall. Come on." He hurriedly made his way towards Kaito, helping him up. Kaito leaned against Master, bouncing up and down, hands glued between his legs. He could feel the warm urine trickling out, and moaned, pressing his thighs together. "I can't...I can't hold it anymore..." I can't wet myself like this! Kaito thought, moaning in agony. Beads of sweat trickled down his face. Not in front of Master...no...I can't... "You can do it. Come on." Master's reassuring voice calmed him a little, allowing him to take a few more steps, out of the recording studio. He came to an abrupt stop when he felt uncontrollable spurts force their way out, soaking his pants. He grasped himself even tighter, leaning against the walls, vainly attempting to hold back the rest of the flood. "Just go, Kaito..." Master said softly. He didn't want to see Kaito in pain like this, but the Vocaloid refused. "I'm...close..." He panted, taking a few more steps, each jolting his bladder. He cried out, feeling the last shreds of his control die away. He sank to the floor, crying as he felt the warmth fill his pants, creating a puddle around him. The relief was unimaginable - but at the same time a heavy feeling filled his heart. He was ashamed to look at Master. I wonder what he'll think of me now...he thought sadly. "Kaito..." "I'm sorry, Master-" "Don't be...I understand. Why don't you go take a shower first...I'll clean this up and find you some dry clothing...okay?" "You don't have to...it's my fault..." Kaito weakly protested. Master laughed. "Don't worry, Kaito." he walked towards the Vocaloid, wiping away his tears. "And don't cry. Say, I'll buy you some icecream later, how's that?" Kaito nodded slowly. "O-Okay..." As he stood up, walking past Master, he wondered briefly why the brown-haired man had an unusual bulge in his pants... ----------------- So...Ahem. I'm not a good writer...I just had a sudden inspiration wave...and since I love Vocaloid Kaito...his icecream song...and the MasterxKaito pairing...ahem. 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"WHAAAAT!" The scream came from a boy named Jake who lived in a house with his mother and his older sister who was a MAJOR nuisance. Damn it! my journal is destroyed that's it she is going down today I will have VENGENCE. skips to afternoon "Jake Karen, I'm going out for a few hours for a conference." Said the mother. Karen a 16 year old girl followed her mother to lock the door behind her. "Bye mom." she said with the most prettiest face. She always acted like an angel around her even though she never really cared. She shut the door and proceeded to her room. She spent most of her time there. All of a sudden she felt the urge to pee. On her way to the bathroom She saw Jake blocking the entrance. "move it turd!" "Fine." he obeyed and Karen tried to open the door but to her horror it was locked. "locked Jake where is the key." "Broke it." he replied "WHAAAT? well where is the copy?" "Like I'll tell you" "Why did you break it?" "I did it because you're evil and love to spite me. EVERYDAY. So I'm going to stay and watch till you wet yourself" "You Perverted Prick of a brother, what did i do to you?!" "Let me see if i can recall something...oh yeah. You torched my journal scratched my favorite video game's disc, Ripped up my homework and oh yeah BROKE MY ARM! So i thought i would torture you a bit. I blocked the hallway so you cant escape and I'm going to watch and enjoy your predicament, then I think I'll record and post it up on my fav omo site." Yes Karen knew about omorashi but didnt take any fancy to it. "Who cares about your dumb diary. I will not be the laughing stock of your perverted friends." "It's not a diary and we are not perverted. It doesn't matter what you do the outcome will be the same." He said flinging his camera around in a cyclonic motion." She was going to strangle him but a jolt of pain from her bladder advised her otherwise. She had not gone to the bathroom for four hours since last and she had just drank at least 3 bottles of water. Time passed and Karen was squirming in place eyes welling with tears. She couldn't walk that fast with out her bladder jolting in pain. Every once in a while a short shot of pain took place but she was able to endure it. Jake obviously enjoyed all of it. "listen you cant win so there are only 3 options. 1)wet your self making it easier for both of us. 2) prolong the inevetable which just causes you pain and me joy which I know you hate. or 3) be my slave for a week." "what. n n-no way!." She managed to stutter with here eyes welling in tears. "have it your way then." as time passed there was more slow pacing, squirming and close calls. Jake's eyes bore through her soul. Then she let out an unusually loud shriek and Jake soon realized the wet spot on her crotch. She nearly burst out into tears. Somewhere in Jake's revenge clouded mind lied his conscience. He actually began to feel sorry for his annoying sister but that wouldn't stop him from claiming revenge. "I'm telling you give up now." Karen was repeatedly changed positions trying to relieve the pressure a bit. "No you're a demon I wont give in!" Another spurt landed on her pink cotton panties. Jake could practically smell the faint scent of pee. She sank down to her knees and stayed that way. She could not stand anymore. She was practically crying now as she was aware she couldn't make it out dry. Jake's conscience struck again with more force. "Listen sis your putting too much stress on yourself. Sooner or later you will have to let go." "N-Never I wont let you win." she said with her legs now crossed and her hands clasped in between her legs. "Okay tell you what, If you go right now I wont show anyone the picture or tell anyone what happened." a bit more urine escaped and she was quick to stop the flow but her muscles were weakening. Tears rolled down her eyes and a look of disbelief took place on her face from hearing her brothers words. "I don't trust you." were the only words she managed to say. "I promise." "Really?" She replied with teary eyes. "I swear. I want revenge not world wide humiliation. It will never leave this room." Jake said "I I-I cant." she stuttered "Why?" he questioned "because it's humiliating." she cried "The copy of the key for the door is all the way in the kitchen you wont make it. Its better if you do it here." He forced a hand on his sister's bladder and pushed. She strongly resisted but in the end it was too much. A flood of urine pushed its way out onto her panties and baby blue jeans which were now soaked and darkened. A huge yellow glistening pool stretched against the hall. Karen let out a loud groan of relief but was horrified about what just happened. She wet herself for about a minute until it started to subside. She started crying and was immediately comforted by her little brother. "It's alright sis its done now. No one will ever know." he said. she stopped crying and replied "Thanks, and I'm sorry for anything I might have done." "And I'm sorry for forcing you into this. Probably wasn't the best way to get revenge." Jake said. They both smiled at each other and Jake helped Karen off the now slippery floor. "Come on lets get you cleaned up before mom gets home." Jake said. And with that their lives returned to normal. FIN
There are many things you should never do at school, for if you do, you will be teased without cease. Whether you burp, slip halfway across a room, or spill something on your dress, you have to face weeks worth of laughter. However, after a while, people will forget. But, there is one thing you should never, ever, under any circumstances, do at school. Pee yourself. "Awesome! Finally, we are officially high-schoolers!" a girl cheered, perching on the steps of Roseland High. She was the only one not dressed in a uniform, unlike the other girls at her school because she had bribed the principle into letting her normal clothes. Instead, she was wearing a lime green dress that went down to her knees with a blue bow on the lacy collar. White tights and black polished tap shoes reminded someone of what a toddler would wear, but her face clearly proved she was 14. She had short blond hair that fell to her shoulders and was stringy all the time. She combed it back with a black bendy headband. She had dazzling purple eyes and mascara so thick, it was like she had two pairs of eyelashes. Her name was Susan. She spotted her friend getting out of her mom's car and waving at her. Susan was sitting all alone, reading a book, but her friend didn't seem to notice. She was used to people shuning her. Susan's friend was only a little taller then Susan and was dressed in a uniform. She had dark blue hair, almost black, that stopped at her waist. Her eyes were the same shade of purple as Susan's except her eyes weren't lined with a mile of makeup. This girl was wearing a cream blouse that buttoned up to the collar and it had a purple bow. Her black cotton skirt hung a bit loosely on her since she was really skinny, almost a stick. and she had white knee-socks on with brown leather penny loafers. Her skirt stopped before her knees a little. Her name was Mary-Jane. The next girl was nether tall nor short, but exactly in the middle. She had shining green eyes and matching green hair that was pulled into a ponytail that stopped close to her waist. Her uniform closely resembled a fashion doll's: pretty much nothing but pink and white. Her skirt was a pink pleated skirt that was really long-it went down to her ankles. Her white blouse had ruffled sleeves and a cherry red tie hiding the black brass buttons. Her shoes were pink uggs that hid her ankle length socks. A cream vest completed the look. Her name was Destiny, but her friends called her Des. The uniforms at the school were different because even though they were required to wear uniforms, they could be anything they wanted and any color, as long as they matched the uniform guidelines. "I'm not so sure because what if we don't get the same classes with you guys this year?" Des asked worriedly. "Don't you worry about a thing," a girl announced in a snooty voice. She was the tallest of all 4 girls and carried herself like a super model. She had orange hair cut in a boyish style and sparkling blue eyes. Her dress was the most plain and boring of all the girls. Her sky blue skirt stopped at her knees. Her blue and white cuffed and trimmed blouse housed a golden bow on her chest. Her shoes were blue sneakers with heart ankle socks. Her nails were long and shiny, so it looked as if she could poke someones eye out with one. They had silver glitter polish on them and her lips had the matching silver glitter on them. Her sneakers made odd clicking sounds when she walked. her name was Emily, but the girls called her Em. "I wouldn't spend your first day of high school moping around, since I find it foolish. How about we go in and see what classes we are in?" The girls nodded in agreement. Em had a way of talking like a snooty rich girl, so it was easy to tell when she wanted you to listen. The board where the class list was posted on was in complete and absolute chaos. Everyone was pushing and shoving each other to see which classes they were in. "I'll go first." Em announced importantly to her friends, pointing at herself with one silver nail. The girls nodded, not daring to argue with her. She walked straight through the crowd, her chin up and her bust out, and everyone cleared a path for her. She scoured the names on the list, going down it with her nail. She then walked back to the girls. "Are you in any of our classes?!" Des asked eagerly, but Em turned away. "You guys can look now. I'm going to get a drink of water." Susan raced up to the list and looked for Em's name in one of her classes, at least one. "Well? Is she in any of them?" Des asked. Susan shook her head. "She's only in gym, but even then we won't be able to see her much if we get put on different teams." The girls gasped at each other. The dribbling of basketballs drove Susan mad. "I wish I didn't have to participate in gym! I can't believe the only class I have with you guys is also my least favorite!" she exclaimed. Mary-Jane snapped her chipped nails in Susan's face. "Hey, don't think like that. Just because you bribed the principle into letting you wear normal clothes doesn't mean you are going to bribe your way out of every class. How is that fair to us?" she demanded. Susan waved her hand, "Chill, chill! I'll pay for you guys to get out too!" She got her purse out, but Mary-Jane smacked the red velvet coin purse out of Susan's hands. "No, you are playing baseball with us whether you like it or not." They heard a familiar clicking sound and saw Des and Em waving at them. "They are other ways to get out of gym without paying, you know." Des smirked. "Yeah, you could mix up a bunch of cafeteria food and spill it onto the floor and announce that you just threw up." Em suggested, popping her gum rather loudly. "Or, place a fake cast on your arm and say you broke it!" Des laughed. Even Mary-Jane was laughing now. "Or, I could pee my pants!" Des and Em couldn't control their laughter spasms and crashed right into the bleachers, which killed the laughter. Em's skirt flew up and some boys were laughing at Em's panties until she forced her skirt down and gave them a dirty look. Mary-Jane stared at Susan grimly. "You must never, ever pee yourself at school. Regardless of whether it was intended or not." she scolded. "B-b-but it was just a joke! I would just spill water on my outfit and lie! Surely the kids would understand that!" Susan cried. Mary-Jane shook her head and pointed her finger directly in Susan's face. "Listen to me. Now that we are in high school, the kids here are brutal when it comes to stuff like that. Even if it's just water, you must not take any chances. Do not, do NOT try it." Mary-Jane said, then walked off in the direction of the locker rooms. Susan followed her, but she would've preferred to go in the direction of home. Baseball was really heated up for Susan's team, unfortunately, she could hardly focus on protecting 3rd base. She was so desperate for a restroom because she drank a lot of water before gym. The coach required everyone to so it looked like Susan was in trouble. The thorny bushes behind the chain-link fence seemed reasonable since she needed to go so bad. She was just dying to physically hold herself, but she knew that kids would become aware of her growing need, so she just settled on crossing her legs every now and then. She glanced desperately at the coach, but she wasn't looking at Susan. Susan was so scared of losing control in front of all these kids, and she remembered Mary-Jane's warning vividly. She closed her eyes as sweat formed on her forehead and when all seemed lost, the coach blew the whistle. "Good game, ladies and gentlemen. Try again harder next time and we might win something!" she laughed. Susan darted for the girls' bathroom in the locker room, but all 3 stalls were already occupied. She heard the coach come up behind her. "Could you take this bag of baseball bats to the storage room? My regular helper is out today." Susan's legs were shaking, not just from the strain in her bladder but from the strain of the bag as well. "Yeah, s-sure." she agreed. She opened the door to the storage room and tossed the bag in, not caring whether it made it or not. She raced back to the bathroom but nobody had come out of the stalls yet. She danced from foot to foot and dressed in a rush, trying hard not to lose control. She heard a toilet flush and a girl walk out and Susan almost knocked the girl over running. Susan felt a hot spurt come out and soak her baby blue panties. She almost cried out and raced to pull her tights down. She felt 2 more spurts come out and she knew she wouldn't make it if she pulled her panties down. She sat down on the toilet, panties still fully on, and began urinating. The urine clung to the fibers of her underwear and spread, making her crotch and butt completely soaked. The underwear absorbed some of the pee, so most of it dropped into the toilet. The sound was like a faucet that was running but had something blocking it. Susan took deep breaths, not believing she just wet herself. She knew she couldn't put her tights and skirt on over her wet panties, and she wasn't too daring to wear tights with no panties. "Should I or should I not?" she asked herself. She tested how wet the panties were, and they sploshed when she squeezed them. "Ugh, I can't put them on like this!" she cried. She figured since she was just going to the nurse's office, no panties would have to do. She pulled the tights up and placed the wet panties in her dress pocket. She was embarrassed, but accepted the thought. She didn't bother flushing since hardly anything came out. She made a beeline for the nurse's office. "Hello dear, is something wrong?" the nurse asked Susan. Susan was suddenly even more embarrassed. "Um, I, uh, I um, I kinda," she stammered. She grasped the bottom of her skirt and blushed. The nurse seemed to understand. "How about we call your parents so they can bring you some clean panties and we'll wash your wet ones?" she asked. Susan smiled. She had no idea why she was even worried to begin with. "How was Home Ec?" Des asked Mary-Jane. Mary-Jane shrugged. "Fine, I guess. Nothing major happened. Though if it's possible to get high on lemonade, I just did!" she giggled. The other girls laughed. "Good thing it's the end of the day," Em said. She was chewing her gum in a very loudly rude way and popping it whenever some boy tried to lift her skirt up. "I had about 6 sodas today! It's so not good for my image, but I couldn't stop! School soda sure beats that flat crap they give me at home." Em stated. Mary-Jane sat on the steps next to Susan, who was reading a book. Mary-Jane couldn't sit still there and kept standing up, crossing her legs and bending her knees. "Mary-Jane, what's wrong?" Des asked her friend. Mary-Jane smiled, embarrassed. "Oh, it's nothing. Nothing you need to get worried about!" She bent over and clutched her crotch, and this the girls noticed. "Mary-Jane," Des asked, giggling, "Do you have to pee or something?" Mary-Jane gasped. "WHAT?! Me, need to pee? Oh, hell no! I'm fine, perfectly fine!" She moved her hands to prove her point walked around. She placed her feet up really high in the air like she was marching. At one point, her foot was partly in the air when she blushed and bent down. She grasped her crotch and a hissing sound was heard. "Ack! It's coming out!" Mary-Jane cried out and bent over, clutching her crotch, but it made the urine soak her skirt more. "I can't stop it!" Mary-Jane started crying and lost her balance, falling over onto the concrete pavement. The urine took this chance and gushed out full blast, forming a golden puddle around the embarrassed girl. Her skirt looked ink black and it was soaked from top to bottom. "I told you I got high on lemonade." she laughed shamelessly. Susan groaned in disgust. "I hope nobody saw you," she told her friend as she helped her up. Some loose drops dropped and splashed into the puddle. Mary-Jane looked around. "Nah, nobody's around. I'm fine." She bent over and pretended to smooth her skirt, but Susan really knew that she was trying to hide the stain. Des started dancing around shortly after. "Des? You alright?" the girls questioned her. Des held her finger up to show she'd be fine in a minute. She moved slowly and surely over to a bush and, looking both ways, squatted. She didn't bother to remove her skirt or panties because she wanted to feel the warmth. Shortly after, she ran back over to the girls, her skirt slightly still reeking of urine. "Did, did you, just, um," Mary-Jane asked. Des nodded. "Wow, you are way braver then me. I would die if I had to squat in the shrubs!" Des laughed and pulled her skirt up, revealing her green panties with red and pink rosebuds on them. "Um, guys?" Em asked. "What? Don't tell me you have to pee also?" Susan asked. She opened up her book and started reading again. "Um, I wish I didn't have all those sodas now!" Em cried. "What should I do? What should I do?!" she panicked, hopping from foot to foot. "Hide it!" Mary-Jane suggested. "Squat in the bushes!" Des suggested, still exposing her panties. "Remove your skirt and go entirely in your panties!" Susan called, still remembering the incident from that morning. Em nodded, but she didn't have any time to do those things. She blushed and grasped her crotch, shaking her legs. "Aah! It's coming out! It's coming out!" she cried. The girls gasped. Susan slammed her book shut and rushed over to help. "OH MY GOD EM! Are you alright?!" Susan screeched. Em pushed her off. "Go away, I'm going to pee myself!" she cried. "Get up, maybe you can still make it to the bushes," Des said. Em nodded, but, when she got up, she bent over to tie her shoe and it was all over. A strange hissing sound, just like Mary-Jane's was the only sound that was heard. A yellow stream trickled from her legs and splashed onto the concrete, making a sploshing splashing sound. Em's pink and white striped panties slowly darkened, and everyone behind her had a full view. Some 7th grade boys walking home stopped and pointed, giggling and laughing. Em fell onto her knees, sobbing. "I've totally humiliated myself!" she cried. The hissing sound ceased and there was a puddle even bigger then Mary-Jane's around the poor girl. Susan helped her friend up. "Hey, we all peed ourselves today and looked like fools doing it as well. Now, we can all laugh about it." she said. Em sniffled and wiped her nose with her arm. "Y-you, you really mean it?" Mary -Jane jumped in. "Hell yeah she means it! Nothing, not even wet panties will separate us!" she laughed. Des dropped her skirt and grabbed the girls' stuff. "Plus, nobody actually saw us do it. So, we are still safe." she said. Mary-Jane nodded. "Don't forget that rule, people!" she laughed. "Well, tomorrow, I heard we are supposed to be studying the water cycle in Science. I think we can officially call this our own personal water cycle!" Des winked, and the girls all laughed. They were going to be friends for a long time.
Faust does not own the rights to death note, nor is he the first one to write a fic based on this brand of spinoff. Although Zryouki inspired Faust, Faust insists the storyline will be a tad different, and he intends to post several chapters as well. Faust insists you all read Zryouki's though, as it is wonderful. Chapter 1: The sun shone through the window, as a bell rang out through the classrooms, the teacher sighing as she finished writing on her chalkboard. "Alright then, Class dismissed." she called as the students filed out. "Oi.....I'm exausted.." Faust called out, as a familiar pink head of hair moved over. "Yuno thought it was a rather informative lesson." Yuno called back, smiling as she watched the boy moving towards his locker, turning. "Go on to lunch, I'll be there in a minute." he called, as the pink haired girl nodded, watching as a purple haired girl seemed to storm off, holding her crotch tightly. Hm? Kusuri-chan must have been holding it all during class.. Faust thought to himself as he put in the combonation to his lock, clicking it open. However, to his surprise, a small black notebook fell out, hitting his feet. "Huh?" he spoke, picking it up as he flipped through it, noting the thing to be almost completely blank. As he made it to the front though, he noticed someone had written on it. "How to use it...?" he called, looking down a bulleted list. "The person whose name is written in this..." he started, before hearing a voice call out. "Fauuust~" the sing-songy tone of Yuno's voice called, causing the boy to fumble with the book, and turn. "C...Coming." he called as he started along, carrying the book with him as he walked. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Yuno will be right back, she just has to go freshen up~" Yuno called to Faust as she pranced off, the boy nodding. "Okay, Got it." he called lightly, before looking back at the black notebook. He had been helping Yuno with math work during lunch, and as such, used one of pages inside to write on. He'd just finished the last problem before lunch, but he'd forgotten something important. "Alright, just need to write my name in it.." he mused, as he started, before suddenly stopping, as he flipped back to the front pages. The person whose name is written in this book, shall lose control of their bladder 'Woah....Good thing I read this first...' he thought, as he tore the page out, lightly. Dammit, that meant he had to re-do all of his work. Not that it would really be too hard, so much as it would be time consuming. However, that was beside the point. He went back to reading the book, as he looked down. Details pertaining to the wetting may be written in during this time. If no details are written, the person will simply wet at the 40th second. Faust stood, rather confused at this. Here was a book, claiming to make people lose control of their bladder...simply by writing their name down? Preposterous. "I mean, what kind of..." he started as a familiar voice rang out. "Fauuuuuuusttt~" Yuno's voice called out, causing the boy to jump up, closing the book as Yuno stood before him, her hands clasped together and her head bowed over. "Wh-what is it Yuno?" he called as the girl raised her head, giving him the most heart wrenchingly pouting faces he'd ever seen. "Yuno thinks she lost her assignment." she called, lightly. "Yuno was checking her bag, and it must have flew out or something. Yuno really really needs the grade for this assignment or..." Faust almost reflexively tore out the page and handed it to her, closing his eyes a bit. "Okay, okay, I understand..just..don't make that face." he called as the girl smiled warmly. "Thank you Faust~ I'll make sure to repay the favor~" she called as she hugged the boy tightly, before taking the paper, and pulling out a pencil. "Yuno will just have to adjust it a bit so that the teacher doesn't figure it out...." Faust sighed internally, having just lost his awnser sheet as the warning bell rang. Had it been any other class, he could have just looked over and copied off of the paper on Yuno's desk, but the math teacher didn't seem fond of Yuno, and as such, refused her the right to sit next to him. Well, Faust understood, but still.... As he took his seat, he started to re-do his awnsers (this time in a normal notebook), in a rush to finish before class started. The bell soon rang, signalling class, the teacher walked in, closing the door. "Alright Class, hand in your homework assignments." she called, snapping down a ruler. Faust continued to write feverishly, about halfway through the assignment as the teacher moved over to his desk. "Mr. Necromonium." She called, standing next to him as she looked at his paper. "Didn't do the assignment?" Faust gulped, before looking up at the woman. "I...uhhh.." he started as she snatched the paper up, shredding it into tiny pieces. "You should know better than to wait until the last minute to do assignments. You will get a zero for this assignment, and you will be seeing me afterschool...in detention." Faust paused, but nodded. "Y...yes M'am." He called, nodding quietly as Yuno's hand shot up. "Zakura-sensei? May Yuno go to the restroom?" the pink haired girl called, fidgeting in her chair a bit as the teacher turned. "It's Murayama-sensei to students." the teacher called, sharply. "And No. Yuno will have to hold it." Yuno shook more in her chair, as she sat. "But Yuno really has to goooo~" the girl called, as the teacher moved over to her. "You're going to have to hold it." she called, with a sharp, commanding tone. "It's unbecoming of a lady to request the toilet so openly. So you'll just have to.." "Yuno can't!!!" Yuno's voice interrupted, as a loud hissing sound filled the room, Yuno's bladder having decided to empty itself without her permission. The whole class fell silent, as the teacher stared in mute horror. Faust cringed. But...Yuno had gone before class. It didn't really make sense for her to have to go again so soon. Unless.... His eyes flickered back to the notebook, lightly. No, it couldn't be... "Detention, Miss Gasai." the teacher's voice called, breaking the silence as she glared at Yuno. "For such unladylike behavior in the middle of my class. You're lucky I don't expell you on the spot." Yuno sniffled a bit, as she looked up. "Can...Yuno go to the nurses room?" she asked, as the teacher slammed a hand down on her desk. "NO!" She called. "IF YOU'RE GOING TO DISRUPT MY CLASS, and then Pee yourself like an unruly baby, then you'll have to sit in it like one." Yuno sniffled, as she buried her face in her arms, some definite sobbing heard under the desk. Faust squeezed his mechanical pencil, tensing it to the breaking point as the teacher belittled Yuno. How dare she be so rude to someone who'd just had an accident? The math teacher was one of the worst people he'd met in his lifetime, but he didn't think she was that bad. He wanted to say something, but his brain then clicked. Looking back at the notebook, he opened up to one of the pages. Perhaps.... "Alright class, now if you'll turn to page 231, we can begin today's lesson.." the teacher called, as Faust prepared his pencil, thinking. Her name.....the teacher's name was Sakura.....or was it Zakura? He doubted the second one, though he still didn't know all of the rules. Did it have to be her first name? Her last one? Both? He wasn't entirely sure. So there was only one way to get this to work. Taking his pencil, he began to write. Sakura Sakura Murayama He then looked at the clock, as he watched time clicking by. 40 seconds....If the notebook worked, then she would... Oh, what was he thinking? Faust quickly erased the two names, as he hurried to just copy down the problems. Sure, it would serve the teacher right, but would he really want to make the teacher embarass herself in front of all of her students? .....Well, he wanted to get back at her, but there were better ways to go about it. He didn't have to force something like that. The Lesson continued on, as the teacher continued lecturing everyone, the schoolday coming close to an end. Faust breathed a sigh of relief as they approached the last few minutes. In just a bit, they could get out of this class, and head home. He knew that notebook was a sham. I mean, a book that... "Ugh.....what..." the teacher's voice called out, as Faust looked up, the teacher's legs starting to twitch as she lowered a hand. "This is...." Yuno's eyes flickered as she heard the teacher, noticing as herlegs were bent at the knees, and she started to crouch over. "Hm? Miss Murayama?" She called as the teacher turned. "Y..You guys study on your own until I...." the teacher called as she staggered toward the door, before suddenly falling to her knees. "Murayama-sensei?" Several of the students called, as the teacher's face burned bright red. Moments later, a loud gushing sound came from the teacher, her tight skirt turning a darker shade of black as a puddle much larger than Yuno's pooled out from under her, the teacher cringing. "L...Leave.." she called, as the students gawked at her. "But what about..." "I SAID LEAVE! CLASS DISMISSED, WHATEVER, JUST GET OUT!!" she called as she doubled over, the students gathering their things and headed out of the classroom, Faust moving to Yuno's side. "Zakura-sensei got what was coming to her." Yuno spoke firmly, as Faust patted her shoulder. "Yeah, she shouldn't have kept you in class like that." he called in response. "But...didn't you...you know..." Yuno flushed a bit at this, but nodded. "Yuno went before class...but she must not have gotten it all out." she mused quietly, as she clung onto Faust. "Yuno's parents are going to be mad at her..." Faust paused, being quiet as she said this. He didn't ever meet her parents face to face, but from what he heard from her, they weren't very pleasant. If they got mad at her for a C on a report card imagine if.... "You can come to my place and wash your clothes." he called before thinking. "That way, no one but us will know." Yuno perked up a bit, as she held Faust tightly. "Thanks Faust~" she called as she snuggled him. "You're the best." Faust chuckled lightly, as a janitor moved towards the classroom, mop in hand. "Ugh, what's that smell?" To be Continued: Chapter 2 to come as soon as Faust can break it out
Chapter 2: Finishing the day up, and slight foreshadowing. Faust and Yuno boarded their bus, the pink haired girl taking the inner seat as Faust sat beside her, thoughts racing through the boy's head. The teacher had actually wet herself....but he'd erased her name, and it was way longer than fourty seconds. Surely... "Is Faust okay?" Yuno's voice called. "He seems a bit tense.." Faust paused, before shaking his hand at her. "Yeah, I'm fine." he called. "I was just...thinking..." Yuno paused, before giving a sneaky grin. "Were you thinking about Yuno~?" she called, as she smoothed out her skirt, the stain still very much visible. Faust's face flushed a bit, as he turned his glance out to the rest of the bus. "M...maybe...." he called, as a flash of purple caught his eye. Kusuri, the girl he'd seen running off earlier. However, as he looked, he noticed something was wrong. She was fidgeting in her seat. The poor girl seemed to cross her legs more and more as the ride continued, Faust pausing a bit. Was she.... "Ohhh, Faust~ if you wanted to do ecchi things with Yuno, all you have to do is ask you know." Yuno's voice interrupted, causing the boy to flush deeply. "I...I uhh..know.." he stammered lightly as the bus made several stops, Faust trying to relax as the bus moved, noticing the purple haired figure moving about more and more she seemed rather desperate. The girl seemed to tense up, but relaxed more and more. Faust couldn't tell if she'd make it or not. There were a few more stops before theirs, and as such, she seemed nervous. He hoped.. "Fauuuuuustttt~" Yuno's voice called out in a pout. "Yuno knows you don't like riding in vehicles, but you should talk with Yuno more." Faust turned back, nodding. "Y-yeah...sorry.." he called as his eyes turned back to Yuno, the patch on her skirt catching his eye again. Yuno's eyes flickered a bit, as she lifted up her skirt, giving Faust a quick view of white and yellow, before the boy flushed and looked away. "Oh~ Faust is so easy to fluster~" She cooed. "It's not like Faust hasn't..." The girl was quickly silenced by Faust pressing his lips to hers, the girl falling silent as she flushed deeply. "Let's not talk like that on the bus, okay?" he called, the girl nodding silently as she turned back, musing something quietly to herself as the bus slowly pulled into their stop, Kusuri rocketing to the front of the bus with her legs crossed as the two followed after at a reasonable pace. Faust could have sworn he'd seen a trickle of yellow on Kusuri's legs, before she turned a corner and out of his sight. Wondering if she'd make it or not, he turned down the other way, heading towards his place, the pink haired girl clinging to him the whole way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hmmm...Yuno isn't sure..." the girl called as she put the eraser of her pencil into her mouth. "Well, it's simple really..." Faust called as he pointed at a part on the paper. "You simply take this from that, and then you're left with X= 17." Yuno then nodded, as she started to write. "Yuno...thinks she understands." she called as she adjusted herself, currently wearing a borrowed pair of Faust's shorts. As the two worked out some more problems, the dryer calmed to a stop, as they finished up some problems. "Ahh, your clothes should be done now." Faust called as he stood up, the girl standing with him. "Oh, but Yuno likes these shorts." she called to Faust. The boy paused, as she started to give him the pleading look again. "Fine...fine.." he called. "You can keep them..." he called, cursing himself for being so vulnerable to her face. She beamed, hugging him again as she started out, Faust putting his papers away as he looked at the time. wow, it's pretty late. he thought as he put away his book, before noticing the black notebook again. He paused, reaching for it. "Fauuuuuuuuuuust~ Yuno is heading home~" Yuno called, as he heard the front door shut, the boy flinching a bit before he reach for the book again, tugging it out. The boy looked at the back of the cover, feeling the texture of it. It felt....smooth...kind of like a leather back, but something about it felt....strange. He flipped the book over to look at the front cover, two words on the front of the book. "Wet Note" he mumbled to himself as he opened it again, looking at the writings on it. The person whose name is written in this note, shall lose control of their bladder. When writing a person's name, you must also be picturing their face, or it won't work. (This is to prevent causing everyone with the same name to befall this fate) After a name is written, details may be written in to control how the person behaves, and deals with their accident. If none are written, they will simply start peeing at the 40th second, under their own mindset. Details are to be written within a period of six minutes and fourty seconds, following the time period when the individual's name is written. The fourty second limit temporarily halts during this time period, for a period of up to six minutes. However, after six minutes and 40 seconds, if details are still being written, the individual will simply lose control of their bladder, regardless of what was written. (This is important, don't forget it) Faust's head spun as he read it over. Ugh, this seemed like a rather elaborate prank for someone to set up. Flipping the pages, he realized that the first page wasn't the only one with notes on 'Rules'. "I'm too tired for this.." he called as he started to set the book aside, still not believing it would work. Maybe....if he could get someone to volunteer, he could test the notebook. He didn't think it would be right to subject someone to a wetting against their will. No matter.....how pleasant the imagery was. He sighed, as he placed the book aside, laying down on his bed. "I'll figure it out, tommorow." he spoke to himself lightly as he turned off the light, drifting off to dreamland.
Chapter 3: Faust opened his eyes the next day, as he leaned up out of bed, and started to get ready. He got himself dressed, before picking up his phone as he lifted it up. "Three new messages?" he called, as he lifted the phone up and flicked it open. Yuno is very sorry, but she won't be able to make it over today. Yuno is very very very very very sorry. "o..kay..." he said, flicking at the other messages, both of which were Yuno reminding him of how much she loved him. Closing his phone, he picked up his things, before taking a fleeting look at the notebook. He moved over, picking it up as he flipped it to the other side. "Wet...note.." he said to himself, the text being in white. Well, if he was going to see if it worked... He fumbled around for a black marker, before running it over the words to remove the writing. If he was going to use this notebook, he had to be subtle about it at least. He then held it under his arm as he started out, making his way to the bus stop as he thought. If Yuno had been there, he could have probably just asked her to test and see if the book would work. But...without her, he'd have to do something else. If only... "Oh...hey Faust." a voice called, the boy turning as he noted a girl with green hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a medium length black skirt, and a Black t-shirt with it. "Hey Wynn." he replied reflexively, the girl looking around. "Is Yuno not here today?" she called, looking out for the pink haired girl that seemed practically attached to Faust's side. He shook his head. "No, she said she was unable to make it." he called, as the bus came and took them to school. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As the day continued on, Faust seemed to doze off every now and again, feeling relaxed for a change without Yuno over his shoulder. He took notes, and all that was expected of him, but his mind kept wandering back to the notebook. The safe thing to do would be to wait until he saw Yuno again, and ask her. But...Faust couldn't help but wonder. If it really did work, what would Yuno say about that? Much less if she knew Faust used it? He paused, as his eyes flickered about the room again, before resting on the green haired girl near him. She'd been hanging around him all day. He could keep an eye on her, and thus, use her as the subject. If the book didn't work, he wouldn't look too out of place. And if it did....Well... He thought Wynn was very cute at least, so it wouldn't be all bad. Looking at the clock, he noted the day had a good two hours before school ended. Plenty of time to work it out.. He paused a bit, before pulling out the black notebook, and startred to write away at it. Wynn Tatsumaki. Feels an urge at 1:45, but ignores it during class. At 2:30 she starts to really feel the pressure, but finds herself unable to use the restroom. At 3:50, she finds the urge unbearable, and struggles to make it to the bathroom. However, at 3:52 in front of locker number 217, she loses her will to hold on, before she pees at 3:53. He left the last part undetermined, as this way, she would have a whole minute to get her clothes out of the way, if it worked. It felt like he was writing a short omo fic, but he digressed. Looking at the time, he ticked down the minutes, before 1:45 struck. A visible twitch caught his eye from Wynn, though he couldn't be certain if it was the notebook or not. "You okay Wynn?" he called, as the girl turned and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." she called, as she went back to work. She felt a small twinge, but nothing too bad. She could have sworn she'd gone recently. Either way, it wasn't too bad. Nothing worth causing a scene over. She simply started writing again, as the day continued on. The lessons moved on, as Wynn's legs slowly closed tighter, starting to fidget a bit in her chair. The urge hadn't been too bad, but as the day moved on, she felt herself twitching more and more. Eventually, she put her hand up, leaving the other in her lap. "Yes? What is it Ms. Tatsumaki?" the teacher called, as she paused a bit. "May I....go to the restroom?" she called, hesitating. The teacher paused, but shrugged. "Go ahead, the pass is right there." he called as he gestured at the pass, the green haired girl standing with relief. "Thank you." She called, moving forward as he took the pass and started out. Faust looked at the clock and sighed. It was a tad early. 2:27, rather than 2:30. Maybe the book didn't work after all. He started writing again quietly, putting the book to the back of his mind. Soon after, the green haired girl returned, placing the pass down as she plopped back down in her seat, Faust taking a fleeting glance at her as she did. Must have been a prank after all. he thought as he started writing again, knowing class was going to end soon. Still, kind of a shame. I would have really.. Wynn's figure twitched a bit as she wrote her notes, her legs still clenched tight. She had made it to the restroom, but..... As she was in, she had heard some rather...unpleasant noises coming from one of the stalls, and though her urge felt strong, decided she would be better off holding it. Of course, she could check to see if the stalls were clear after class, but until then, she had to look at least like she had gone, lest the teacher get suspicious of her having done something she shouldn't have. Just a few more minutes... Faust's glance slipped to her figure as he couldn't help but wonder if she really had gone. Maybe she was just always this tense... The bell rang, the class standing up as Faust moved over. "Hey Wynn.." he started as the girl paused, turning a bit. "Y...Yes?" she called, her legs fidgeting a bit as she did, fighting her urge to cross them in front of Faust. This was a once in a blue moon's oppurtunity. Faust didn't have Yuno hanging over his shoulder, so she didn't have to worry about the girl. "Are you okay? You seem a bit...tense." Faust remarked, the girl standing up. "O..Oh yeah, I'm fine." She called, flushing a bit as she willed herself still. "I'm just nervous about next hour...haven't done my homework, eheheheh..." Faust gave her an aside glance, before smiling. "That's okay, you can copy mine if you want." he called, reaching for his bag as she held out a hand. "No no, I'll be fine.." she called quickly. "The teacher likes me, so I'm sure I can get another day if I tell Him I...forgot." Faust gave her an aside glance, before starting out of the door to the next classroom. Oh yeah, she definitely still had to go. Wynn paused, before gathering her things and started out. "Wait up Faust!" she called, prompting the boy to stop as she moved up beside him. "M...maybe we could...walk to class together?" she remarked, the boy shrugging. "Sounds good." he called as she cheered silently. Yes! She still had a ways to go, but it was a good start. Now, if only her own little urge wasn't making idle threats to ruin this moment... The next period, the math teacher from yesterday was absent, thus meaning they had a substitute. "Feel free to sit wherever you like kids, so long as you promise to behave." the teacher called, Faust smiling as he turned to the green haired girl. "Want to sit next to each other?" he called, the green haired girl nodding firmly as she sat, wincing a bit at her bladder. It was feeling rather full, but she could manage a while longer... Faust sat down beside her, as he noticed Kusuri taking the seat near him. He waved a bit to the girl, though she seemed a bit more focused on her own work. Sighing, Faust looked up to the substitute, who couldn't have been more different from Murayama sensei if she tried. Instead of trying to convince the class to learn something new, she simply handed out worksheets for everyone to do, informing them that once they were done, the rest of the period was free period so long as no one went too out of control. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I see....so if you take 4 from X, you get, Y, which equals..." "Seven." Faust stated, as Wynn chuckled slightly. "Math isn't that hard after all." she remarked as she crossed her legs under the desk, enjoying the amount of time that she was spending with Faust. "Yeah, it's easy so long as you know how to do it." he called, turning to Kusuri. "You need any help?" The purple haired girl paused, taking a fleeting glance at Wynn before going back to her paper. "I'm fine.." she called, as Faust noticed a few twitches from her body too. Did she have to.. "So..faust.." He heard, as Wynn flushed a bit. "Did you...have anything in mind....after school?" Faust turned, as he took note of the girl's body squirming more and more. "Nah, just figured I was going to head home today." he called, looking at the time. 3:40.... Class would end in 5 minutes...and if the note worked... Wynn fidgeted and flushed more as she felt her body sending signals to her lower area. She really had to go, but she was so close... "W...Well..." she started. "M...maybe if you don't mind...." Dammit, why wouldn't her body stop for five seconds? Faust paused, as he watched the girl tremble, flushing as she spoke with him. She looked ready to burst, though she was also trying to say something. "Can you hold that thought for a bit?" Faust called lightly, the girl twitching at the word 'Hold'. "I have to go ask the teacher something.." Wynn squirmed, but nodded. It was okay...she was a big girl...She could hold it... The boy moved over to the teacher, and started some small talk, seeing as it was near the end of the class. He wasn't so much interested in what she was saying, so much as how Wynn would hold up. A few minutes into talking, he started back to his chair, picking up his things before the bell rang, the class starting to erupt out of the room in an effort to get home. Faust waited for the crowd to die down, as Wynn approached him, sweat running down her face as her legs seemed to convulse under her skirt. "So, you were saying?" he called, as the girl squirmed in place. "W...well...If..If you're not busy today.." she called, her body moving side to side as she put a hand to her area, pretending she was smoothing out her skirt as she stood. "M...m....may..." "Wynn, do you need to go to the bathroom?" Faust asked as the girl's face turned crimson. "K....Kinda..." she called, as she fidgeted. "H..hold that thought....I've got to go..." This was it, now or never. If she didn't go right now, she'd probably end up wetting herself...and in front of Faust too. She had spent all day trying to get his impression of her up....but it would all be for naught if she ended up going right there. The girl staggered out of the room, with the green haired boy following after her. He still had to get his things from his locker, and he still needed to know... His watch had just turned 3:51, so if she was moving at the right speed... Waiting by his locker, number 217, he noticed as the girl started by. "Wynn?" he called innocently, as he fiddled with his lock. "The...bathrooms near class were being cleaned..." she called. "I.....don't think I can make it to the others down the hall.." Faust watched as the girl's legs quivered, the girl bending over to hold herself tightly. "W....Wynn!" Faust called, as the girl bent at the knees, hands pressed into her skirt. "It...hurts..." she moaned, as Faust bent down as well. "You can hold it Wynn, just a.." "I C-Can't..." Wynn called, her face turning beet red as she felt a quick spurt escaping her panties. "F...F...Fauuuust...Don't...look..." Her hands, dug into her skirt at first, lifted the black cloth up high enough for Faust to get a full frontal view of the girl's blue striped panties, along with a few yellow spots as her panties dampened, the spots slowly getting darker and more defined as a small stream gushed out of them, pooling on the floor underneath her. "Mmmmm.." Wynn moaned, her face flushing deeply as a hissing sound filled the area, and her body relaxed. It....It felt so good to finally let it all out....Even if..... After what amounted to a full minute, the stream subsided, as the girl started to sniffle. "I...I...I'm sorry..." Wynn's voice called to Faust, as the pleasure from release subsided, replaced with a burning shame and embarassment. "I...I just...I just....." however, her remarks were soon interrupted, as Faust's arms wrapped around her. "It's okay.....It happens.." Faust cooed to her, as he held her tightly, the girl's face flushing before she leaned into him, sobbing lightly. However, behind Faust's expression of kindness, a small glint could be seen in his eyes. It works. Faust thought as he held Wynn in his arms tightly, a small grin finding it's way to his face. It actually works...
The Long awaited Chapter 4, though Faust still isn't proud of it. Introducing a new character too. And adding in a bit more food for thought. =3 Faust hopes you enjoy, even if it's not that great. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After comforting Wynn, taking her to the nurse's office, and getting her a change of clothes, Faust found himself walking home alone. Wynn had denied wanting to head to his house after that, saying that she had some stuff she had to do now. Not pursuing the subject, Faust found himself eventually at home, opening the door to a tackle-hug from a familiar figure. "Fauuust~<3" Yuno's voice called as she hung from him. "Yuno is so sorry she had to miss school today, but she had important things to take care of. Please forgive Yuno." Her face pleaded, though Faust smiled, hugging her back. "It's fine." he called. "Wynn kept me company. Though I really missed you this morning." Yuno flushed, muttering something under her breath happily as the two spent the rest of the day together, Faust helping her with what she missed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After Yuno went home, and Faust layed down in bed, he smirked at his good fortune. He'd found a book that let him control the bladder of anyone whom he had a name and face of. He had to use this power sparingly, or there'd be suspicion. But he couldn't very well let such a power go to waste, now could he? He smirked, before picking up the notebook, reading over Wynn's accident, and picturing it in his head again. It was truly something else....right down to the word. He added a little heart next to Wynn's name, before putting the notebook back down, and going back to sleep. Tommorow was another day, and as such....New oppurtunities. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As the Bell rang, Faust slouched a bit in his chair. The morning seemed fairly dull so far, though Yuno'd woken him up. As such, he had no real oppurtunites to use the note, without bringing about some suspicion. However, just as he was about to doze off, a strange figure started into the room, wearing a pink dress that came down to her knees, with long white hair that curled near the ends, with a flower hairband. "Class, we have a new student today." the teacher called, as the girl bowed, deeply. "Hello." the girl called. "My name is Niiya. Niiya Miyazaki. It's so very nice to meet you all." The class looked the girl over, as she smiled brightly, before taking her seat. Faust paused, sneaking a few glances at her. Well, she would be an interesting target....Though as he started to put pencil to paper, he found himself at a problem. How did you spell her name? It sounded like 'Niya'....or 'Nia'? Ugh, so confusing... "What are you doing?" he heard Yuno's voice calling, his pencil tracing over a cursive N repeatedly. "Oh, just lost in thought." Faust called, as he went back to his work, ignoring the thought for now. He'd certainly find out later, more than likely. The lesson began without further incident, the teacher asking more questions than usual. To most everyone's surprise, the girl Niiya was raising her hand almost constantly. For most of the hour she awnsered question after question, smiling warmly as she did, without a hint of hesitation, nor a single wrong awnser. Faust's eyes watched her more. Truly impressive. Faust felt a pair of eyes locked on him, though they didn't belong to who he was used to them being. Yuno's eyes were more focused on the girl's too, her eyes wide with amazement. "How does she know all those awnsers?" Yuno asked Faust, prompting a shrug from him. She was a transfer student. Musta been from some kind of advanced school or something. As the class eventually ended, Faust remained seated for a bit, as a few girls approached the girl, talking with her for a bit, before leading her out. Faust's eye seemed to be caught by it, though as he followed them into the hall, they all started straight into the bathroom. Making a silent curse, Faust merely went back to his classroom, taking his seat as he pulled out the note, looking it over again. Yuno wasn't looming over his shoulder, having started out for something, so he could afford to be a bit reckless. He tapped at the notebook, thinking about how he would go about spelling the girl's name, before the warning bell rang. Soon, the classmates started back into the room, Niiya finding herself in a different chair, though the girls surrounded her with matching smiles, the group chatting about things. Faust's gaze started away, not really interested in what they were talking about. After all, if she made friends, far be it from him to bother her while she was talking to them. However, as the teacher strode in, Faust couldn't help but believe he saw a twitch from the girl's direction. He brushed it off as imagination, as the lesson started up, the teacher droning on and on. Faust lazily copied his notes, noticing that the girl didn't seem as talkative now. She sat in her seat quietly as the teacher spoke, not raising her hand for a single question. As the teacher eventually stopped talking, letting everyone get to doing whatever, Faust snuck another glance at the girl. She still seemed quiet, though her smile seemed a bit dimmed. She stayed silent, her pencil writing along the paper shakily, as she sat quietly. She raised her hand at one point, though quickly lowered it as one of the girls around her turned. She sat in her chair quietly until the bell that signalled lunch rang, starting to get up as the girls stood with her. "Going somewhere?" one called, as she waved a hand, her smile a bit tenser than before. "Uh.....No..." she called, before sitting back down, trying to hide her nervousness. Faust didn't miss this though, as he stood, moving over, Yuno having gone back out of the room again for some reason. "Yo.." he called, moving over to the group of girls surrounding Niiya. "Can I see the new girl?" The girl at her side paused, a glance going to the others as she nodded. "Yeah, sure." she called, moving out of the way as Faust took the girl's place, at Niiya's side. "Hi." he called out lightly, the girl's figure turning with her while she was in her chair. "O...Oh, Hello..." her voice called out, a noteable quiver in it as Faust's eyes trailed over her body. "I'm Faust." he spoke to her lightly. "Don't think we were introduced. That was rather impressive in first period." he called, as the girl flushed. "R-really?" she called back, smiling lightly, though it quickly tensed back up a bit. "Th-thanks.." "Though, you were kinda quiet last period.." he added, the girl twitching. "History not your thing?" Niiya paused, hearing the boy's probing questions. truth be told, history was her favorite subject of all of them, and she would have loved to have showed off her knowledge as her first impression to the teacher. However, a very pressing need kept her from speaking up, as the girls around her.... "Yeah....just not feeling so good." She called to the boy, as the pink haired girl that sat next to him returned with a brown bag identical to hers, grabbing his arm. "Faust~ It's lunchtime~<3" She called out, as the boy was drug off by her. Niiya paused, but breathed a small sigh. At least this way... Faust's eyes had been looking the girl over as she spoke, noticing her irregularities. She seemed a lot less chipper, and those girls that insisted on swarming around her. Several of them started out, Niiya remarking that she didn't want any lunch as they merely asked again, the girl starting along with them again. A few minutes later, the group returned, with Niiya still focused in the center while the other girls surrounded her. However, after a short bit, the group split, leaving her to her own devices. Hesitantly, Niiya started over to a chair as she sat down, her cheerful demeanor no longer present. Her legs seemed to bounce a bit in her seat, as Faust watched her, thinking. Perhaps... The boy moved over to her side, pulling out a chair, as he sat near her. "Miyazaki-chan?" He called, leaning over her side. Niiya paused, but turned with a shaky smile. "Y...yes....Faust-kun?" she called, her legs crossing under her desk as she started to fumble with her bag, seeming rather flushed at the arrival of the green haired boy. "Are you...okay?" he asked her, the girl hesitating for a bit. "Yeah....I'll...." she called as she uncrossed her legs again, trying to hide her urge. "I'll be fine..." Faust wasn't fooled though, and as such, he moved a bit closer. "Are you sure?" he called, the girl's body twitching a bit as she nodded. "Y...yeah...." Faust scowled a bit, his eyes scanning the room. The other girls seemed to keep their eyes on him and Niiya, as if expecting something. However, their attention wavered when their eyes met his, assuring him of the situation. Sliding out the familiar black notebook, he pulled out his pencil, wondering. "Is it two i's or one?" He said to himself lightly as he leaned over again, looking at Niiya's quivering figure, as he snuck a glance back at the girls that were watching, before they started chatting idly again. He penciled down a small note, sliding it under his hands as he watched the girls, prodding Niiya's arm with it, keeping his face away from her. You have to go to the bathroom, don't you? Niiya hesitantly turned, before noticing the small bit of paper, flushing deeply as she saw it. "N....No!" she called out loudly, causing everyone in the room to turn to her. Feeling so many pairs of eyes on her, she sheepishly muttered another No, before resuming her position, her legs crossing again as her bladder throbbed. Oh....it hurt so bad..but if she tried to get up, they'd... Faust's eyes returned to the notebook, as he eventually settled on something, looking at the time as he started writing furiously. If the note was absolute, then.... Nia Miyazaki, at 1:20 her urge finally starts to be too much. Then At 1:24, her urge starts to overcome her, and at 1:25, her bladder finally fails her. Niiya Miyazaki, 1:20, her urge finally starts to be too much. At 1:24, her urge starts to overcome her, and at 1:25, her bladder finally fails her. Niya Miyazaki, 1:20, her urge finally starts to be too much. At 1:24, her urge starts to overcome her, and at 1:25, her bladder finally fails her. As he put his pencil down, he looked at the clock. Two minutes......he had two minutes before she'd really start squirming. He had to do something by then.... As his eyes wandered to the other girls to watch though, he was met with a strange sight. One of the girls had gasped out, her hands moving between her legs as she squeezed her legs tightly. "Ohh..what the.....I can't...." the girl called, before a loud hissing sound was heard, liquid splattering to the floor at the girl's desk. Amidst the sudden incident, the other three girls suddenly grabbed themselves as they felt similar, powerful urges starting to form in their bodies, and sufficently distracting them. Taking this oppurtunity, Faust suddenly grabbed Niiya by her arm and started out of the room, a few protests being stammered out from her as they darted down the hall. The poor girl lowered a hand to her area as she moved, having been caught off guard by the boy's sudden reaction, and feeling her body quivering more. Wh..what was? Why was.... "Look, just keep moving, okay?" he called. "We're almost there." The girl paused, flushing deeply as the boy dragged her, pracitcally kidnapping her. "L...listen...Faust-kun..." she started, her hand clenching tighty as her body seemed to call out more, her urge skyrocketing even more. All that.... "You need to go to the restroom, I know." His voice called as they moved, provoking another heavy flush from her. "What...What exactly did those girls do to you?" Niiya flushed, before her voice started to tremble out. "They said I was showing off too much in first period," she stated between breaths, giving herself a tight squeeze. "and that I needed to stop making them look bad. During our break, they lead me to the bathroom, then held me under the sink and made me drink a lot of water." The girl seemed to twitch at the reminder, her hand clamping down more. "During second period, I had to go, but they wouldn't let me leave. Then, after you spoke to me, they took me back out again, warning me that they'd do even worse things to me if I'd tipped you off....and that they'd make me wet my panties in class. They promised me that if I could make it to last period, they'd let me go, but they made me drink more for talking to you." Faust's insides cringed a bit. So, they were tourmenting her, just because she was new, and she was smarter than them? That was.. "Sorry that you'd have to deal with this on your first day." Faust called back to her, carrying her along. He still had two whole minutes to get her to the bathroom. She would make it in time, and stay dry, while they ended up wetting. He almost smiled, before he saw a sign over the door to the girl's room, one that would bring him a bit of joy at any other time, but for the moment.. "It's closed? Nooo......" Niiya's voice trembled out, as her other hand lowered to her dress. "I'm....so close...I don't want to pee my panties...." Some small tears started down the girl's cheeks as she stood, feeling her body tense up even more. She wouldn't make it.....she was going to pee herself like the girls wanted....She was going to wet like a little girl, even after Faust had gone so far out of his way to help her. She was almost positive that the girls weren't going to let him off the hook for helping her. Or even.. "No choice then..." Faust's voice called, scooping the girl up in his arms as he moved to the nearby room with a blue sign, the boy's bathroom. He carried the girl into the (Thankfully vacant) room, as he opened up one of the stall doors, the toilet seat looking almost clean enough to eat off of. Janitor musta been cleaning. he called, before he sat the soft figure on the toilet, as she flushed deeply. "F...Faust..." Niiya spoke, flushing deeply as he sat her down. Her hands still clenched herself tightly, feeling her body started to lax it's control. A warmth spread over her crotch, as she suddenly jerked down her panties, a loud hissing filling the small stall as her bladder finally laxed it's control, the girl's face burning with embarassment. Faust's own face flushed as he watched a pair of white cloth stained with a splotch of yellow, before noticing the stream gushing from the girl, and the source in which it was coming from. He wanted to turn around, but he couldn't stop watching it all gush out from her, having been even more impressive than Wynn's accident, and a more personal view. A relieved sigh escaped Niiya's lips as it gushed, glad to finally have some relief. However, as she noticed the pair of eyes, and the way he was looking at her.... "F.....Faust...." Niiya's voice quivered, her hands covering her beet red face in embarassment. [To be Continued in Chapter 5]
Faust apologizes for the long wait... Faust hasn't been feeling so energetic and creative lately.... But Faust finally presents Chapter 5. .... Please don't have high expectations for this chapter, more interesting things will happen later, Faust promises. Chapter 5: Niiya's stream slowly died down as she sat, some light sobs being heard from her as she did. Faust's own body maintained a bright flush as he inadvertantly watched, finding himself unable to look away from the source of her stream, before eventually breaking away. "S....sorry..." He called, staring at the wall as he heard her sobbing her face still burning a bright red. "I...I'm ruined..." She sobbed, crying. Faust's heard turned back, still flushing a bit. "There there....the stain's not that bad.." he called, his voice trying to reassure the girl, before she crossed her legs. "Noooo......that's not it.." she called, lowering her hands to her lap. "I've just been so shameless, exposing myself to someone I barely know...Now no one will want to marry me." Her eyes welled up with tears, as she started to sob lightly, lamenting her own shamelessness. However, as she did, she felt a hand meet her face. She froze for a bit, before looking up through teary eyes. Faust's face was smiling lightly, before he moved in and wrapped his arms around her. "Don't worry, this'll be our little secret." he called to the girl, before pulling back off her, and opening the door, looking out of it. They'd have to be careful, so she didn't get spotted coming out of the bathroom. So, he moved to the front, looking out the door at the clock. It was dangerously close to time to let out, so if he tried to get her out at the moment, they would likely be seen. However, if anyone came in after class let out, they'd likely be seen too. He put a hand on his chin, before grabbing at the sign on the girl's room, and placing it over the Men's room. Soon, the classes let out, and the halls were filled with people again, moving from class to class. A few boys headed by the bathroom, but moved again when they saw the sign, Faust standing a small ways away to watch out for them trying to go in. After a few minutes, the herd thinned out, and soon, the halls were empty again. The green haired boy moved back over to the door, as he pushed it open lightly. "Come on Miyazaki-chan." he called, the silver haired girl slowly coming out of the bathroom with a flush. "Sorry your first day had to be so lousy with all this." Hhe called back to the girl. "I swear, usually we're all very nice people." The girl paused, her eyes suddenly more focused on the floor than on her conversation partner. "I-It's fine." she called back, softly. "I don't really mind..." Faust paused, looking the girl over as she mumbled, before pausing. "Want me to walk you to the nurse's office?" he called, as she froze, shaking her head. "No, No...it's okay.." she called, suddenly seeming far more interested with the floor than with her green haired conversation partner. "Th..Th...Thanks though...Necromonium-kun." Faust raised his hand, as if waving away his last name. "Call me Faust, Miyazaki-chan" he called lightly, the girl smiling a bit. "Right....Faust-kun." she called back, flushing again before the two started off, parting ways as the boy started back to class. As he walked down, the door to the girl's bathroom opened up slowly, a figure peeking out. "Good....seems she made it." her voice called, before she started out, knowing she'd have to head to class soon. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Faust found his way to class for the last class of the day, as he wondered about Niiya, the girl having not returned to class. Musta left he thought as he returned his thoughts of the girls around him. All of those girls that had been picking on Niiya before, who had held her back when she was getting desperate had all wet themselves at precisely the right time for him to escape. A little too convient, much moreso considering none of them had shown any desperation before flooding. Something that was always a tell in that sort of situation. As if he'd written their names in the Wet-note. However, he'd only written Niiya's name. That could only mean one thing. Someone else had a Wet note. Unless the girls had some kind of synchronized peeing thing going on. (which was as likely as winning the lottery several times in a row) His eyes glanced around the room, taking note of everyone. Kusuri, Wynn, Yuno, other girls, other guys, the potiential suspects were endless. However, even if that was true, said person would also need the names of the girls, and he was sure that most of the people in the classroom didn't associate with them. However, before he could ponder on it too long, a knocking was heard at the door. The teacher's voice prompted the person to enter, as a boy with dark red hair stepped in, with an unnervingly serious stare. "May I borrow Necromonmium-kun for a bit?" the stern looking male called, as the teacher paused, before nodding. "Yes, you may." He called, as Faust cringed, a little worried. He hadn't seen this person before, and as far as he knew, the person didn't go here. He had been a good head taller than Faust, and had a bit more of a build to him under his clothes. To be blunt, the boy looked a bit thuggish, but the teacher had let him go with this person so easily, so he couldn't be that bad....right? He hesitantly stood up and followed the figure out where he was lead through the school building, heading past several classrooms. What was wrong? Had he done something? Had he been too careless in writing Niiya's name? Had he been seen? He walked quickly, yet quietly as the red haired boy stepped out of the school building, prompting Faust to do the same. Faust hesitated, but followed him out of the building, before he suddenly felt himself being lifted by his collar. "Alright asshole, where do you get off?!" the boy snarled quickly, having lifted Faust up high. "Do you get your sick kicks out of tourmenting people?" Faust flinched, as he dangled from the boy's grip. "Wh-what do you mean?" He called back, nervously. Had the person seen him writing or something? Did he know? "You know damn Well what I'm talking about you little shit." the boy spat back venomusly. "Someone's first day of school and you have the gall to pick on her? You make me sick." Faust dangled helplessly as he heard the accusations. Picking on someone? "I haven't..." he started as he felt himself slammed against the wall. "Don't give me that!!" the figure harped, reeling back an arm. "I'll teach you a lesson for..." "Haoul, No!!" a familiar voice called, as the two boys flinched, the red haired boy's fist stopping right in front of Faust's face as his glare eased minutely "Niiya?" he called, before reeling back again. "I was just about to.." "You don't understand, he wasn't picking on me! He was helping me!" she called, storming over to him, grabbing his arm. "So let him go!!" Faust felt the boy's grip lax on him as the red haired boy faced the silvery haired girl, looking down at her. "You told me..." He started before the girl bopped him on the head. "You weren't listening!!" Niiya's voice called sharply. "I was trying to say that Faust-kun was the reason I only had a little spot. If it wasn't for him, I would have had an accident in class because of these mean girls." "You said this Necromonium-kun took you into the boy's bathroom, and you peed in front of him." The boy countered sharply. "Sounded like he..." "No! No!! NO!!! Stupid Big Brother!!" Niiya's voice cried, her small balled up fists punctuating her words as they stuck the red haired figure. "Faust-kun didn't do anything wrong! The girl's room was closed, and I couldn't move! So he carried me like a gentleman! I just...happened...to....ummm" "So you did then?" the red haired boy retaliated, this time with less anger, and more teasing in his voice. "Th-That's Not the point!!!!" Niiya snapped hurriedly, her face turning beet red as they squabbled for a few minutes, prompting Faust to step back for a bit. Eventually, the two settled down, as Niiya turned. "Sorry my brother caused you so much trouble Faust-kun." she called to the green haired boy sweetly, clearly apologetic. "I called him to pick me up, but when I told him about you, he started looking for you. I tried to follow him, but I got lost. Thank God that I made it in time." Faust chuckled nervously. "Yeah...I woulda been paste." He replied lightly, as the red haired boy moved over to him again. "My apologies..." he called. "Niiya says I've got quite the temper, but she's my little sister so...." "I Understand.." Faust called, waving his hand as if to wave away any worries. "You got me out of class at least." The red haired boy smiled for the lightest of moments, before leaning in with a sharp, demonic grin. "Though if you keep it up with the indecent acts, I'll mess you up, understood?" he threatened under his breath, as the silver haired girl grabbed his ear, yanking him away. "Let's go already Nii-san." she called in a punctuated tone. "Faust-kun has to go back to class." "Agh, dammit Sis, not my left ear." could be heard as the two slowly started off, Faust sweatdropping a bit. I thought I told her that was our secret... Faust thought as he stepped inside the building again, and started to head back to class. He turned the corner to the hall where his classroom was, but froze as the sound of a door shutting filled the hall. Looking to find the source of the noise, Faust noticed a telltale trail of drops leading to the girl's bathroom. Had someone....? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter End. To be continued In chapter 6
Faust apologizes for the Delay. It's been a long Long bit of time for Faust, and he hadn't had much drive to write. But here's the next chapter. Faust hopes you like it. Chapter 6: Faust followed the little trail of drops to the source, looking up at the girl's bathroom door. He wanted to go in and see who it was, but there was the slight problem of gender to contend with. Raising a hand to the door, he knocked carefully, wondering if he could be heard as a few sniffles filled the bathroom door. Someone...was crying? "Hello?" Faust called through the door, the sobbing ceasing at his voice. "F......Faust?" the voice called back, prompting a flinch from the green haired student as he nodded through the door. "Yeah...?" He called back to the voice, as silence filled the area between them again, the various noises of bathroom-stuffs being the only breaks in the silence. About a minute later, the door opened, as a familiar purple haired figure emerged from the door, looking at Faust with teary eyes. One look at her told Faust that it was one of the girls from his Class. One that he knew fairly well. "Faust....We need to talk." Kusuri's voice called out, as he looked her over. Her skirt was slightly dark in the front, and her skin seemed a bit flushed. However, as his eyes glanced over her, her body shifted to the side. "Can....can we head to the nurses office first though?" Faust snapped himself out of his little distraction, before nodding quietly. "Yeah, sure." he called, as the two started down the hall, another pervasive silence filling the space between them. Soon enough, they arrived at the office, as Kusuri opened the door. "Hello? Miss Litzer? It happened again." she called as a slightly older, blond haired woman turned from her desk, looking at Kusuri with a sort of sympathetic look. "Ah, well, you know where they are." she called, apparently having dealt with Kusuri before. Faust couldn't help but pause at this. Had...had it happened often with her? Kusuri bowed to her before moving to the back room quietly. As Kusuri started off though, the nurse shifted her attention to him with a small, yet piercing glance. "Did you have an accident too? There's clothes over.." She started as Faust shook his head. "No, I didn't. I was just following her cause she wanted to talk to me." Faust stated plainly, as she paused. "Well...okay.." she called sternly as if analyzing him. "We've just had a lot of....incidents, lately, and I was just trying to offer support." Faust blinked at this, his mind starting to shift into gear at this. "Incidents? You mean.." he started before the purple haired girl re-emerged, wearing a sort of gym outfit. A white shirt that was a little big on her, with some dark blue gym shorts that looked like Bloomers. Faust couldn't help but flush a bit at how it hugged her hips tightly as Kusuri grabbed his arm. "We need to head to class.." she called to Faust and Ms. Litzer quickly, the nurse penning down a pair of notes for the two before they started back out of the office. However, instead of going through the halls, Kusuri lead Faust to the door, and pushed him outside with her. Faust merely went along, curious as to what she was up to. She was usually such an obsessive student, always studying on her own. The last person he would expect to skip out on cla.. "Okay, I think we're safe here..." She called as she turned suddenly to Faust, with a sort of firm look. Giving a few glances around the area to make sure that they were alone, she looked him in the eyes. "Faust.....I think there's something wrong in the school." Kusuri called, as Faust snapped back to reality for a bit, looking her back in the eyes. "Like.......really wrong." "Hm? Howso?" he asked, noticing something he hadn't before. Kusuri seemed to have two different colored eyes. One Purple, and one brown. Strange. He didn't know she was he... "Have you been asleep these past few days, or are you blind?" she stated loudly, before pausing, her face suddenly tinting a bit as she looked to the side. "People have been....having accidents a lot lately. And there's no explained reason for it." Faust paused at hearing this, thinking of the wet note he had, before shrugging. "Maybe it's school food?" he joked lightly, as Kusuri turned back. "This is Serious!" she called, stamping her feet. "It's really weird. Some people just, out of the blue, start fidgeting and shaking without any prior notice, before they just start wetting their pants! It's like some kind of strange epidemic!" Faust paused again, thinking to the book. He hadn't written that many names in the book. He knew that much. So, it couldn't be him. Maybe the Wet Note had some kind of negative reprecussions for repeated use. Though, one would think that it would be imporant enough to list in the ru.... "I mean, Even I've had to deal with it!" Kusuri continued, a small flush crossing her face again. "I was just working on my classwork, and then out of nowhere, an urge hit me, even though I hadn't drank a thing today. And before i knew it, it was too much and..." She suddenly silenced herself, flushing deeply at how she was speaking so directly of it, and to Faust of all people. "So you're suggesting someone's causing all of this?" Faust stated plainly, as the girl paused. "Y-yeah." Kusuri called. "Most of the victims have been in our classroom, so I think we can safely assume that it's someone in there." Faust paused a bit, thinking. Well, this was a fine mess to be stuck in. Someone had figured something was up, and was just as well talking about it to the person that was involved in it. He felt a sort of cruel irony in it, as he tried to form a cover story, not wanting to be ousted as the one who could have been behind it. "Yeah.." he called after some thought, stroking his chin intellecutally. "The question is, Who would do such a thing?" Kusuri stopped for a bit, as her face seemed to scrunch a little in thought itself. "Probably some kind of weird pervert that.." She started, before the color drained from her face again, as she fell silent. Faust blinked, surprised as he leaned in. "Hey...are you okay?" he called, as Kusuri's legs locked together, and she bent over. "C...crap...Not again.." she stated, as she started to squirm, a few beads of sweat dropping from her as she bent over, the tight gym shorts squeezing against her body as she turned. "Not again..?" Faust called, before he paused. "W-wait! Does that mean..." Kusuri turned around, her knees knocking lightly as she moved forward, her body bouncing as she struggled. It didn't take a lot of experience for Faust to recognize desperation when he saw it. After a short waddle, Kusuri bent down, hooking her fingers into the sides of the tight shorts to prepare herself. However, before she tugged at them, she turned back to Faust with a deep flush. "D...Don't watch me!!" she called back to Faust as a small spurt sounded out, and she dripped from the front of her shorts. Kusuri let out a small squeak of surprise, before tugging at them quickly. After a small struggle, a loud gushing sound filled the area, along with a slight sigh of relief. Faust, after flinching from the shock and getting a view of blue stripes under the shorts, quickly turned around and covered his ears with his hands, flushing deeply. Despite that though, he still managed to hear some of the gushing coming from Kusuri. Man, it was being such a weird day. Maybe there was something going around. Some kind of....weird, omo bug that he was unaware of. It would explain all of the other accidents around there. But then again, there could be another thing going on. Perhaps.... "Ohh...Ohh.." Kusuri's voice called out again, as the gushing seemed to have ceased. Unsure, Faust turned around, lightly. "Is it safe to look now?" he called, the purple haired girl flushing again as she was still in place. "N...No!!" she called, a little too late. Faust's (mostly) innocent peek given him an almost perfect view of the girl's rear, a small stream, and reassured him of her choice in panties. He quickly turned back around at this though, and waited silently with his hands over his eyes. Oh man oh man, she's gonna kill me.. he thought as the silence between them returned, Kusuri finishing up and fixing herself back up. "Man....this is embarassing.." she called, an obvious trail of wet spots on her shorts. "Maybe...it'll dry out." Faust remained in place, not wanting to risk looking like a pervert before a hand touched his shoulder, lightly. "It's fine now..." Kusuri called, mumbling a bit under her breath as her face flushed. Maybe, with the sun as it was, it'd dry out soon. Faust hesitantly turned around, his eyes momentarily dropping to her shorts before rising back up with a flush, as Kusuri looked around the area again. "They must be around here somewhere.." Kusuri called, as she turned back to Faust, with a flush. "I'm going to go look for them. You should probably head back to class, or leave Faust. I wouldn't want.." Faust seemed to be looking around as well, before hearing her comments. "Wouldn't want what?" He inquired before she flushed again. "I mean...Uhh...gotta go." She stated, before darting off in a random direction, flushing deeply. Faust watched her run off, noticing the dark spot on her shorts with a flush before turning around. Would he go back to class? Or just head home? He hadn't decided. But after something like this, barring any strange coincidences, this little event clinched one thing for him for sure. Someone else had a Wet Note. It was the only logical solution. And as Faust paced around, thinking, a pair of eyes seemed to emerge from some nearby shrubbery, watching him with unblinking, unflinching eyes. "There....Found him." [To be continued in chapter 7]
For no particular Reason, Faust has decided to make this more of Half of a chapter instead of a whole one. Don't question Faust, he's been rather tired, and called in sick today to finally finish this. (and because he actually got sick earlier. ;~; ) Faust....just hopes it's at least somewhat up to standards. Chapter 7, Part 1: A warning Soon after the little sidetracking event, the release bell rang, and the students all filed out of class, neatly. As Faust melded in quietly with the group, a familiar pair of arms wrapped around him, as something leaned against his back. "It feels like it's been forever, Faust." Yuno's voice cooed out. "Yuno thought she was going to die of loneliness." Faust paused a bit, before adjusting himself so that he faced her, and smiled. "Yeah...Sorry about that." He called to her, as the girl nuzzled into his chest. "I've...been busy." Yuno continued to bury herself in Faust's arms, feeling a bit warmer than before. Faust gently escorted Yuno to their bus, and started the ride home. "H-hey...Faust.." Yuno's voice called, her face flushed. "Yuno....feels a little ill. Could you...wake her up when it's our stop?" Before Faust could reply, the girl's head laid down in Faust's lap, her body relaxed as she fell asleep. He quietly placed a hand on her forehead, then to his own to check her temperature. Sure enough, she felt a little hotter than he did, and as such, probably caught something. Maybe a fever, or the like. Faust sighed a bit under his breath at this, holding the girl in his lap. However, as he did, the squirming of a now familiar figure caught his eye, and he looked over to see a familiar shade of purple. "Kusuri?" He called quietly to himself, as the girl squirmed in her seat. His eyes flashed around the bus, looking for someone writing in a notebook. It...It didn't seem right for a girl to have to go so much in a day without outside interference. However, his search bore so fruit, and as their stop neared, he could see Kusuri walking in the same kind of stagger as earlier. Entranced for a bit, he almost forgot about the stop being his own as well, and thus, began to shake Yuno lightly. "C'mon Yuno....it's our stop." he called, as the pink haired girl slowly opened her eyes, and smiled back at Faust. "Kay..." she called quietly, raising up with a small yawn and stretching her arms out. The two quietly stood up and walked off the bus, Faust catching Kusuri rounding the corner to her house with a hurried stagger. Silently wondering if she was going to make it, he started down the road towards his own House, with Yuno leaning against him the whole way. As he closed the door to his home with the two inside it, he turned to Yuno. "You want to take a shower or something?" he called to her quickly. "That always helps me feel better when I'm..." His words were interrupted by Yuno's falling against him, the boy barely having enough time to catch her before she would have met the ground. "Y..Yuno!" he called, hearing her snoring lightly, her body burning up. He sighed deeply, before lifting Yuno up, and placing her on the couch. He sighed, before reassigning his focus to a slightly more important problem at the moment.... The second Wet Note Holder. He had firmly established that someone in the building was using one, aside from him. And as he looked in his bag, he could be assured that he still had his own notebook. So, it hadn't been stolen.... He went over as much as he could, trying to find out any little clue that could lead him to the culprit. Unfortunately, he had no such idea of something to link to it. Especially considering the versatility of the note. If you had someone's name and face, you could just write their name in, and no one would be any the wiser. How do you figure something like that out?! He groaned a bit under his breath, before he started on his homework. No sense in neglecting his schoolwork for the sake of that. So far, the other note holder hadn't done anything.....that bad. The girls tourmenting Niiya rather deserved it, and unless his note had worked when partially written his teacher's name, she wasn't exactly Ms. Innocent either. But still.... Eventually, Night fell, and Faust finished his work. Yuno remained asleep on the couch the whole time, her body feeling a bit less warm after such a period of time. Faust yawned as he pondered more on the mysterious Wet Note holder, before standing from his seat. "I'll think more on it tommorow." he called, changing into his pajamas as he laid down in his bed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next thing Faust knew, he had been on the bus again, sandwiched between a pair of girls. "Hey...isn't this a little tight?" A familiar green haired girl called out, squirming a bit as another figure pressed against Faust. "Yuno thinks it's comfortable." Yuno's voice called out, cheerily. "But...Yuno's feeling sleepy." The Pink haired girl wiped her eyes in a cute manner, before the green haired girl mimiced her actions. "Yeah...." Wynn called. "It's...too early. Would you mind, Faust?" The boy shrugged a bit, before the two laid down in his lap, Yuno's facing inward, and Wynn's outward, back to back almost. "Mmm~ Faust's lap is so comfortable~" Yuno's voice called, as Wynn sighed. "Yeah....It's...just like a pillow.." Wynn replied, nuzzling his legs a bit. "And It's warm too~" Faust himself laxed a bit, leaning back in the seat. Their heads on his lap....They felt oddly comforting, and warm as well. He himself leaned back further, and closed his eyes. So Nice, So warm...So.... "Fau~st! Faust!!!!" Yuno's voice called out, as the boy opened his eyes, the pink haired girl staring down over him, with a flush. The boy looked up, grumbling incoherently. "Yeah? What is it?" he called, before noticing Yuno's eyes glancing downward. As he followed her gaze, he was now apparent the warm feeling in his lap hadn't subsided when he awoke. "Faust...Faust..." Yuno called, flushing deeply as the boy flung the covers off, with a deep flush. "I...Ah...Ummm.." he stated, Yuno speechless and flustered. He quickly snatched up a fresh pair of clothes, and started to the bathroom. "I'm...going to clean up!" He hastily disrobed, looking at his stained clothes, before hopping in the shower to clean off. It was weird..he hadn't felt it come on or anything. Did that mean...? "Faust......There's a letter for you." Yuno's voice called through the bathroom door. Faust flinched at the comment, but nodded. "I'll get it when I get out." He called, still flustered over the morning's events. A short while later, he stepped out of the shower and changed. As he opened the door, Yuno handed him the small, unmarked envelope with a deep flush. "U...Umm....here.." she called, quietly. "Yuno....took care of your sheets..." Faust flushed at this, but nodded quietly. "Thanks..." he replied back, starting into the living room as Yuno took over the bathroom for her morning needs. Faust took a seat on the couch, looking the envelope over. It was marked 'To Faust' so it wasn't that hard to figure it was for him. Barring other Fausts, of course. Slowly tearing the envelope open, he pulled out a folded sheet of paper from the inside, and flipped it. I know Who you are...Faust Necromonium.

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