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Faust apolgizes once again for the long wait between posts. His wrist has been killing him, and he's been in an artistic Slump. Hopefully, this chapter won't be too bad.
Chapter 7, part 2: Progress?!
Warning: No descriptive wettings this time. Only plot.
Faust noticably flinched at reading the first line.
They...they know who I am? he thought, linking the events together. Unless he missed his guess, that meant that the person with the other note knew who he was. It was a good explanation for why he had wet his bed, despite having no such troubles before.
But still, this was serious. If the person knew who he was, then that meant they could target him, and all of his friends. Unless...they already had. He thought back to Kusuri the day before, and Yuno the very same day he got the note. Maybe it was just coincidence, but he couldn't be sure.
Looks like I've got a big mystery on my hands. he said quietly to himself, noticing a few more words on the paper.
Don't involve the police, or you'll regret it. This is just between us. I know you have one too, I've seen you writing in it.
Faust gulped a bit at the comments, almost hearing some meanacing voice calling out to him. So, the person knew that he had a note too. He could have sworn he'd been a little more discreet with the writings than usual, but that wasn't the issue.
This note isn't a threat, by the way, it's merely a challenge. I want you to see if you can find me, Faust. Use that brain of yours, and put together the pieces. If you can find me by the weeks end, I'll give up my notebook to you, and everything will be fine. Of course, if you can't, I'll be taking yours.
Faust cringed at reading the words. A challenge? This was some kind of game to someone? The idea made him cringe, but he couldn't back down. If he informed the police, he could probably find out in an instant. However, he shuddered at the thought of what would happen if he did that. If anything, he just needed to use his head for this.
Well, he could probably safely eliminate Yuno as the person, seeing as he lived with her. Kusuri and Wynn too, as neither of them seemed suspcicious of him. Niiya was a slight possibility, but....she didn't seem the type. Ugh, his head hurt from thinking on this. Sometime, he would have to sit down, and compile the facts, but it was too early in the day for him to think about it. Folding the paper up, and placing it in his pocket, a familiar pink haired figure poking her head from the hall.
"Anything important, Faust?" she asked, beaming with a sort of morning glow. Faust shook his head, as he turned, gesturing her along.
"Nah, it's nothing Yuno." he called with an easy smile. "Just some junk mail. Do me a favor and don't tell anyone about this morning, okay?"
A small flush could be seen over Yuno's face as she nodded quietly, moving to his side.
"S..sure." she called, holding out a hand. "B..but in return, would you...be willing to....hold Yuno's hand on the way to the bus stop?"
She fidgeted a bit as she held her hand out for Faust, the boy smiling lightly.
"Fair enough." he called, gripping her hand lightly as they started out, walking side by side to the bus stop. Despite the rather innocent looking situation, Yuno seemed to burn with embarassment at how forward it seemed. A girl, easily pleased it seemed.
Eventually, the two got to the stop, and Yuno hastily let go of Faust's hand, not wanting him to scold her for holding it too long. The palms of her hand were a bit sweaty from her display, feeling a tad bold for getting to hold his hand...in public. Where anyone could see them... She took a few steadying breaths as they waited on their bus, wanting to rid herself of her flush before anyone could get suspicious.
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First period came and went, leaving the class with some free time for a change. Faust laid down his pencil, before looking around the room a bit. If the note he got earlier wasn't just some elaborate prank, it had to be someone who could get his name easily. And since he didn't think a teacher would stoop that low, he assumed it had to be a fellow classmate.
The uh...question was, who to suspect? He didn't know about half the class, and by extension, he hoped they didn't know him that well. Looking to the side, he saw Niiya, sitting quietly at her table with a sort of smile on her face. Wynn sat on the other side of the classroom, apparently not too keen on sitting next to him today after the show from the other day. Speaking of, Kusuri had sat within a chair or two's distance from him today too, hadn't she? Of course, she started out at the sound of the bell, squirming urgently. Perhaps she was an example to be made, helping him along to his guess without being too obvious to attract attention?
"Faust is really quiet again today. Is something wrong?" the familar bubbly voice of Yuno called from his left to snap him out of his train of thought.
"Oh, no. I'm just....lost in thought." he called as he waved away any concern she might have, his eyes scanning the room again. As he did, an unfamiliar figure with thick rimmed glasses approached Niiya, saying something to her, which seemed to snap her out of her cheery mood, replacing her expression with a slight one of unease.
Faust paused, sitting down in his chair, and leering at the boy from afar, wondering. Was he the culprit? Making a move so suddenly, and in such plain sight. Surely he wasn't that stupid, was he? As Faust watched him, Niiya seemed to be getting more and more uncomfortable, a small flush appearing on her cheeks. As Faust went to stand up to move over to her though, she stood up.
"Sorry, I...uh..have somewhere to be." she called, hurrying out of the classroom with a deep flush on her face. Faust cringed at this, wondering just who the boy thought he was. Niiya seemed to be a magnet for trouble, that was for sure.
"Yuno wonders what Nguyen said to bother Miyazaki." Yuno chimed in again, as Faust turned.
"Y-you know who he is?" he called, suddenly. Yuno blinked quietly, nodding.
"Bao Nguyen. Twin brother of Ni Ngyuen. He's always being really quiet, and shady, but he hasn't made a move on Faust or Yuno, so he seems harmless enough." Yuno called in a quiet, yet precise manner. A little creepy to most, but Faust was used to it at this point. "Why? Is there something you want to know about him?"
Faust paused, before sitting back in his chair quietly.
"Yeah, kinda." he called, watching as another figure approached him, with a similar shade of hair, scolding him lightly. Bao himself flushed a bit, scratching the back of his head as he spoke. He watched the two quietly, before noticing the girl hand Bao a black notebook.
Faust flinched, as he saw it. Nothing was written on the cover, but neither was anything on his (to anyone else's knowledge). It had to be.....They were the other note holders? He thought for sure that it was just one!
Seeing Bao sit down, and With Niiya eventually making it back to class, flushing as she passed Faust, he paused. Thinking.
If they're the culprits, they're being pretty obvious about it. he thought, chewing on the tip of his pen as he did. I mean, a blatant hand off in class? How much more obvious could you get? But...what if they weren't? What if they were just passing notes? But what if they knew I would think that? Ugh..
Faust's head hurt thinking about it, sliding his head onto the desk.
If only I could just get them to confe.... he thought, before suddenly raising up.
"That's it!" he called, the whole class falling silent.
"What's it, Mr. Necromonium?" the teacher called, as Faust sat back down in his seat.
"N-Nothing. sorry." Faust called, sitting down embarassed. But he had an idea now! Pulling out the black notebook that was his wet note, he opened it up to a blank page, and pretended to pen down notes for a bit as he worked out the kinks of his plan. Eventually, Faust discreetly started on his plan, penning down the name.
Bao Nguyen meets Faust in the Hallway leading to the 3rd floor At 12:40. Hands his Notebook over to Faust as he runs off to the restroom, and ends up going at 12:43
A simple plan, to say the least. Unless the notebook had some kind of rule against just handing it over to someone else he hadn't heard of. Pausing, he turned to Yuno, penning down a small message and handing it to her.
Yuno, can you ask Ni about Bao for me today? I need to learn something... he penned, the pink haired girl smiling and nodding. Faust then went back to his notebook, penning in a second name.
Ni Nyguen. Meets Yuno Ga he started, before realizing what would happen. Erasing the first part of Yuno's last name, he continued his message.
Ni Nyguen. Meets Yuno at the lunchroom at 12:40 and tells her what Bao was doing before second period.
Faust then sat his pen down, as he waited. It was 12:20 at the moment, so it wouldn't be long before he'd know the truth. Time ticked on by, as he slowly waited, the minutes clicking before they were dismissed for lunch.
"Ah, ready for lunch Bao?" Ni called, as Bao seemed to nod, pausing a bit.
"Y..Yeah.." he replied, as Faust started up and out of the classroom, moving to the third floor to wait. He trusted Yuno to do her job, so he didn't want to screw up his. A few minutes passed by, before a familiar shade of black appeared, his legs shaking a bit.
"O-O-Oh, Necromonium..." Bao's voice called, a little shaky as he stood. Faust turned, with a mock indifferent look on his face.
"Yes? What is it?" he called, as the boy held out the black book to him, with a sense of urgency.
"C-can you hold this for a minute?" Bao called, shakily as he moved quickly. "I...don't want the third years to take it from me."
Faust nodded quietly, smiling.
"Sure I can. I'll see you in class?" he called, as Bao started off, legs half crossed as he hobbled away, muttering something about out of order signs.
Faust turned with a small grin, starting down the hallway and heading back to class. Sitting down in his chair triumphantly, he looked around the classroom to make sure no one was watching, and eyed the book confidently. This was it, he'd managed to get ahold of the note. He had....
"Ummm....Faust.." Yuno's voice called out, causing the boy to sieze up in a flash, surprised by her sudden appearance, as usual. "Yuno...figured out what Bao was up to."
Faust paused, glad that the note seemed to have done it's job for both of them. Regaining his composure, Faust focused his attention on Yuno as he held the book lazily in his hand.
"Good...good." he called, smirking a bit. "Well, what was it?"
Yuno flushed a bit more, her eyes not wanting to make contact with his.
"Well..Umm..." she called, her fingers poking together before Faust came to a horrible realization.
Wait, if Ni explained the note to Yuno then....damn! He didn't think this through enough. Now Yuno was going to think he was a weird pervert, he was..
"Bao......isn't exactly fond of girls." Yuno called, flushing deeply as she spoke. "And Ni likes to draw things for people. Yuno was going to ask what was in the notebook, but as soon as she said something else, Ni suddenly just started to...."
"Not...fond...of girls?" Faust replied, cutting off Yuno before cracking open the book thoughtlessly. What greeted him wasn't a list of names, or descriptions as he had anticipated. Instead, Faust and Yuno were greeted to an image of what appeared to be Faust and the red headed boy from yesterday, Haoul, (Niiya's brother) doing....something that caused Faust's head to tilt, and a small trickle of Red to start down Yuno's nose.
Well, on one hand, I doubt Bao or Ni has a Wet Note. Faust thought, Yuno's face turning a shade of red that would make a crayon jealous.
On the other hand, I don't think I'll ever be able to un-see this.
Faust closed the book quietly, as a voice went out over the intercom.
Janitor to the lunchroom with a mop, please. Janitor to the lunchroom with a Mop. |
Chapter 8: Drama?!
Faust slumped over in his desk, frustrated as the bell signalling the end of class rang. He had returned the black notebook to Bao earlier, not suspecting him any further. On top of that, he spent the rest of the day trying to piece together the other note-holder's identity. It had to be someone who knew where he lived, and probably someone in his class.
"Ugh..." he said to himself, as he tried to remember everything. So many things had happened the past few days it was hard to keep track. If only...
"What's wrong, Faust?" Yuno's voice called, snapping him out of bit of Frustration, if momentarily.
"Oh, it's nothing Yuno." he called back, his eyes trailing to the window, feeling a hand on his face redirect him.
"There's something, isn't there?" Yuno called, red eyes staring into his, as if piercing into his very being. A little unsettled, he pulled away with a small flush, his eyes wandering.
"W...well...Yeah." he called, as the girl moved again, kneeling over to keep him at eye level.
"What is it? You can tell Yuno anything." she retorted, the serious expression melting into a softer, gentler stare. As Faust went to open his mouth, he heard a sudden rattling, followed by the door opening quickly. A fleeting glance revealed the source of this was the purple haired girl, Kusuri, who had a hand lowered. He cringed a bit, thinking to himself. Seemed the person was taunting him, again. "Keiraku? Yuno didn't think you were into her type." Yuno's voice called, moving back a bit. "Perhaps Yuno is a bit too forward with you? If so Yuno can..."
"Wh-what? No, That's not it!" Faust called hurriedly, "I...I've just been thinking..."
"About?" Yuno replied, her eyes flickering around the room, before resting back on his.
"W-Well..." Faust called, nervously as he struggled to find the words. "D-D-Doesn't it seem like we've had a lot of......Well...incidents, lately?" Aside from the few he'd caused, there were several more. The girls from Niiya's first day, Kusuri's, His....
"You mean as in....Bathroom related?" Yuno called, in a much quieter voice. A tinge of red could be seen on her face, her piercing gaze finally returning to a softer one. Embarassed, even. As for who, he wasn't entirely sure, but he nodded.
"Yeah.." Faust called, lightly. "Makes me wonder...if there's a connection between any of it. What do you think, Yuno?"
"Well actually.." Yuno's voice called, pulling out her phone, and flipping it open. "Yuno has been..."
"H-Hey....Faust." another voice called, the green haired figure from the other day, Wynn, with a flush. "I...I was just having a bit of trouble with the math work, and Yuno told me you were good with numbers....."
An almost silent curse rang out in Faust's head as Wynn interrupted, turning.
"I'm kind of.." he started, aiming to gently dissuade her, before suddenly feeling an arm on his, the girl unexpectedly grasping him firmly..
"Oh really? Thank you. I've just been so worried that I wouldn't be able to figure any of this out!" Wynn's voice called, sounding a bit less sincere, and more...frantic. As she spoke, the girl started to practically sprint out of the room, dragging the boy with her as Yuno turned, perplexed.
"Tatsumaki?!" Yuno called, her eyes flickering a bit in a none-too-pleasant expression before starting after the two, the green haired now kidnapper rounding the corner of the halls, and picked up the boy, starting into a full on run.
"T-Tatsumaki?" Faust spoke to the girl, trying to get her to snap out of it. He could feel the wind as she ran, finding it rather....odd. Wynn was never this forward, nor was she ever this.....Robotic.
The way she moved, her eyes focused naught but on the hallways in front of her. She kept running, rounding corners, and starting up the stairs. No matter how much Faust attempted to struggle, her firm grip kept him in place as she ran, zig-zagging through several other students with impunity.
"Wh-what the hell is..." Faust called as she started up the final flight of stairs, opening the door to the rooftop.
The soft blue sky, and the fluffy clouds did nothing to calm the girl or her captive, as she started over to the side of the roof, placing a hand on the fence seperating them from a long fall.
"Tell me Faust...are you scared of Heights?" The girl called, in an eerie voice. Faust looked up at the girl, her gaze seeming....transfixed. As if distracted by something far more enticing than the current situation they were in.
"W...well.." he called nervously. "I...Kinda A.."
"Let's test that, shall we?" Wynn's voice called, as she raised a leg, her shoe clattering against the gate with a shake. Faust started to panic, his arms starting to flail against her when suddenly, a different sound filled the air. A stangled hissing noise, followed by the sploshing sound of liquid hitting the ground. At the same time, Faust could see a small bit of yellow trailing down Wynn's leg. Almost immediately, the green haired girl sank to her knees, dropping the boy in a steadily growing puddle.
"Ha...hauu.." Wynn sounded, her voice sounding much different than before. She quivered as the warmth took over her, her body relaxing. Such relief....such warmth. Such.....weight?!
She opened her eyes and looked down, noticing the boy in her steadily wetter lap. Turning a shade of red that would make Yuno's former face look blue in comparison, Wynn let out a loud, piercing scream, before falling back, the girl fainting from pure embarassment.
Faust just laid there, confused as to what just happened. First she was going over the edge, now she was....fainting? What was going on?
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"Is Faust Hurt?"
"No, I'm fine"
"Did she do anything weird to you?"
"I already said..."
"Did she show you her..."
"I already told you what happened Yuno." Faust re-stated, exasperated. "She just acted like a completely different person, and then after she wet herself, she fainted from embarassment."
Yuno gave him a small appraising glance, looking for any fine details in his gestures as he spoke, unconvinced it happened like that. After all, she was beet red, and in a puddle with Faust in her lap. Something about that didn't add up. Maybe if...
"So...uh, what were you going to talk about earlier, before we were...interrupted?" Faust called, snapping the girl out of her suspicion.
"Oh, right!" Yuno called, pulling out her phone again, as she handed it to Faust. "Yuno started to think there might be some kind of connection too, so she kept track of all of the related incidents in her phone. Like a diary!"
Faust paused, flicking through the list of incidents and names, looking at her.
"Some kind of...accident diary?" Faust called with a small gesture, noticing his name near the bottom. It was...embarassing to be on the list, but it was handy.
"Yeah, kinda." Yuno called, with an aside glance. "Yuno wishes she had more information to help you with...but...She doesn't get any of this."
Faust nodded lightly as he looked through the list, mentally reminding himself of Wynn's. It was...strange. Yuno, Sakura-sensei, Wynn, Niiya, Kusuri, Ni, and himself. It was...just too strange.
"Well, they all seem to be students in our classroom." he spoke, Yuno nodding.
"Yuno noticed that too!" she called perkily. "It's strange. This all started a while back. If only we knew what was causing all of these accidents, Yuno could probably find the person in no time flat."
Faust paused a bit, as he thought it over. Well, he knew just What was causing them, if not whom. The little black book in his backpack felt a bit heavier whenever he thought about it, knowing someone else had it. The question was, should he tell Yuno about the notebook?
"Yeah.." He called, his mind trying to process everything that went on that day. First, the incident in the morning, then the letter, followed by Bao and Ni, then the impromptu kidnapping, and lastly, the Yuno inquisition. It was a tiring day...
"Yuno thinks one thing though." She called, pointing at him. "Yuno thinks whomever is doing this, is targeting you Faust."
Faust paused again, flinching at the gesture. He wanted to tell her just how right she could be, but...he just didn't know. Would it be a good idea? Or would he be better off going at it alone?
"Yuno is very sorry she couldn't help you earlier, but she won't give you up to some kind of weird pervert!" she called, confidently as her fingers pushed together. "She would be devastated if she was to lose you to them. So...if you don't mind...can Yuno...stay here with you, until this is solved?"
Faust kept silent for a bit, before nodding.
"Sure thing Yuno." He called with an easy smile, the pink haired girl hugging him tightly in response. "I wouldn't want you to be worried about me again."
Yuno hugged him tighter, nodding along.
"Yes." she called, in a tearful voice. "Please...don't worry Yuno like that, ever again, okay?"
"I won't." He replied, hugging her back. As they maintained the position for a few seconds, he eventually let go, and they stood up. "Come on, it's time for bed."
Yuno flushed, but nodded, as she seemed to start humming happily.
"Yuno's staying with Fauuust~" she spoke in a sing-songy tone, twirling a bit as she moved. "And she doesn't even have to pick the lock~~"
Faust sweatdropped a bit, before preparing for bed. He'd have to decide on things tommorow, when his head wasn't so cluttered.
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Chapter 9, Part 1: A Long Day
The light of the sun pervaded Faust's room, as he grumbled lightly.
"Feels like I've been sleeping forever." he mumbled, feeling a warm feeling against him. Though he flinched for a bit, thankfully, it wasn't the same as the previous day. Rather, the warmth against him was coming from his little bedmate.
Heh....figures. he thought, smiling as he looked down at the pink haired girl. She looked so.....So...
"Mmm...Faust..." the girl's voice murmured, nuzzling his chest. Her soft arms rubbed against him as she held him gently, but firmly, as if not wanting to let go. Looking down, a slight flush rose to his face as he learned that the girl had gone shirtless. He'd have to ask her about that when she woke up... As he went to wrestle himself away from her though, her grip suddenly tightened, and he felt her legs wrapping around him, holding him in place.
"Y...Yuno?!" Faust called, surprised by the sudden movement and the surprising amount of force she held him with. As his own arms started to wriggle against hers, he caught a glimpse of her face, scrunched up in exertion.
"Nnnn...Ohhh.." Yuno's voice mused, her legs crossing as she clenched him tighter. "Oh...Yuno...can't.."
Faust could feel the girl quivering against him, as her legs gripped him even tighter. He could feel her warm body rubbing against his as she whimpered, red starting to come to her face.
"Yuno...." Faust called in a pained voice, the girl snuggling into him more. He could feel her grinding against him, as she whimpered, quietly.
"Faust....Faust...I..." the girl murmured, her breaths becoming deeper and more labored, as her body moved against his more. Her legs squeezed him tightly, and her arms were locked around his back, the boy wincing as he felt it pop. He'd never have guessed she was that strong. "Faust, I'm..I'm..." she called in a louder voice, before her hold on him hit it's climax, popping several of his joints as a warmth began to spread across his waist, Yuno letting out a loud moan at this. Faust's face flushed at this, knowing he didn't have to look down to tell what was happening. For a few moments, the room was filled with the sounds of Yuno's quiet moans of relief, and some low hissing.
"Yu...Yuno..." Faust sounded, shakily as her grip loosened, allowing him to break away from her at last, tearing the covers away from both of them as he got an eyeful of her bosom. His eyes drifted downward to avoid gawking, only to be met with watching her pink pajamas darkening and dampening as she continued to have her accident. The sudden chill of the morning air brought a chill along his back, while the pink haired girl quivered and shivered.
"Mmmpth....Mm....." the girl's voice moaned, as her eyelids slowly opened, wondering just what that wonderus feeling was. She'd had just the most wonderful dream, before...Before....
"A..Ah..?" she called, blinking as she felt a warmth coming from her, and Faust laying a small ways away, red as a beet. Her arms folded over her breasts reflexively, before she sat up, scissoring her legs in an attempt to stop the flow. However, as she felt it drip off, she'd known it was far too late. An akward silence filled the air between the two, as Yuno's face started to glow brightly.
"F-F-F-Fa...Fauuuust..." she stammered, covering herself up reflexively as she turned away from him, letting out a small scream.
The boy staggered out of the room, shutting the door behind him as he looked down at his outfit. His pants were soaked, and he could swear his heart was about to beat out of his chest. He leaned against the door, face still burning bright red as he seemed to be gasping for air.
Sh-she was...and then she... Faust thought, the image burned into his brain as he gasped for a bit, before eventually steadying himself enough to get back to his feet, and starting in the living room.
"Thank God I don't live with my family." he stated quietly as he walked in. "Would hate to have to explain this..."
When, all of the sudden, he noticed something being shoved inbetween the bottom crack in the door. Before he could register this, he could hear a set of heavy footsteps darting away from his door. He moved quickly, grabbing the door handle to swing it open, forgetting about the locks on it as he tugged at it.
No dammit, no! he thought, hands scampering up towards the locks as he undid them shakily. By the time he swung the door open though, the source of the footsteps was out of sight.
"Damn.." he called, looking down at the envelope as he picked it up, reading the address on it quietly.
To: Faust
He stepped back inside, before opening the envelope and pulling out a piece of paper, similar to the one from the prior day.
You need to be more attentive, and agressive Faust. I'd sent Her after you yesterday to test you, and you're too much of a pushover. Next time a girl grabs you to toss you off a building, fight back a little.
You're lucky that I'm not after your life, or you'd be dead. Time's ticking down.... Better hurry up, and put the pieces together...before it's too late.
==="Yuno Gasai"==
The boy blinked at the name, looking to his door as he looked down at the paper again. He doubted it was her, though he could sense a little something...different from the paper. Perhaps it was from the other Note-holder's book?
"Ugh..So much to do..and the day's just starting." he groaned a bit, before the door to his room opened, the pink haired girl standing in the doorway with with a nervous smile. She was back to wearing her uniform again, with the sheets from the bed bundled up in her hand.
"Y...You can go in there now.." she called, fidgeting nervously as Faust passed her by, quickly.
"O...okay..." Faust replied, avoiding eye-contact as he moved into his room, shutting the door behind himself sheepily as he went for his uniform, preparing to change.
I have a feeling.. he thought, as he stripped off his wet pajamas. That this is going to be a long day.
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(Faust apologizes again for only doing a half chapter, and for the long time between updates. He'll try to have part 2 up soon.)
(Yuno would like to ask for any more votes before Faust begins the schoolday in the story, for people you might want to see.) |
Faust appreciates everyone's patience, and would like to apologize for the long wait he keeps making everyone deal with between posts. But, Faust has managed to type up some more, thanks to a certain someone. (Sil)
So, this part may not be as good as the previous chapters, (as they usually aren't) but Faust hopes you enjoy anyways.
Chapter 9, Part 2: Investigations
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After the painfully awkward morning, Faust and Yuno moved out to the bus stop, a silence filling the air between them. Yuno herself seemed to be slowly moving away from Faust, as if slowly drifting out to sea. Faust's gaze moved to match hers, but she quickly turned away, flushing a light red in embarrassment.
The green haired boy sighed internally, looking down the other way at this, and wracked his brain. He'd need to find some way to investigate some of the other students....but how would he go about that? He couldn't just write 'So and So tells Faust who has the other note'. Well, he didn't think he could at least....could he?
His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the loud, telltale signs of the bus. Yuno quickly scampered on, leaving the green haired boy behind as he hesitantly marched on. Seeing Yuno head to the back, (and several people hastily moving away), Faust figured it would be best for her if he left her alone for the morning. As the bus doors closed, and it was about to take off, a familiar pair of figures could be seen darting towards the bus from afar.
"Waiiiiiit! Hold onnn!" Wynn's voice called, running with her arms raised. Behind her another figure trailed, clearly out of breath. Faust motioned at the Bus Driver to wait, getting a few nasty grumbles for his trouble, before the doors opened again for the late-comers.
"T...Thanks..." Wynn breathed to the bus driver, wiping some of the sweat off of her brow. Faust couldn't help but notice a much warmer expression on the driver's face at Wynn's apperance, before the other late arrival was revealed.
"You...Said...we had....time." Kusuri's voice echoed, clearly exasperated and just as out of breath. "Said....I had plenty of time to..."
"I'm sorry okay?!" Wynn called back. "I didn't realize that my watch was broken. I thought you had plenty of time to..."
Suddenly, the green haired girl noticed the boy standing up next to the driver, and flushed.
"F...F..Faust, I didn't see you there!" She called shakily, as she looked around for the familiar pink haired figure. "Wh..where's..."
Faust mouthed no words, merely gesturing his eyes towards the back to give Wynn an indication. The girl turned her head to see the girl, before turning back as she stammered.
"O...Oh, Did...something happen?" She started, before raising her hands. "I...I mean...It's not my buisness or anything...I just...."
"Can we just find a seat already?" Kusuri's annoyed voice spoke. "We're already late enough as it is...We don't want to miss first period..."
"Oh, R-R-Right!" Wynn called, gesturing a bit hurriedly with her hands. "Sh..sh...shall we?"
Faust nodded quietly, before moving towards an open seat near the back. As he plopped down, the two girls seemed to be debating amoungst themselves on where to sit. As the bus started up, the purple haired one pointed at Faust, muttering something to Wynn, as they came closer.
"Mind if we sit here?" Kusuri's voice inquired. Faust shook his head, picking up his bag as the girl sat down beside him, gesturing at Wynn to do the same. A few almost inaudible protests were heard, before she relented, and joined the group.
The bus ride to school was thankfully uneventful, and despite Kusuri's short worry, they made it to class with time to spare. Yuno retook her place along Faust's side at this, though still seemed to be a bit hesitant to look him in the eyes. Murayama-sensei hadn't been in school for a while, so Yuno could sit wherever she liked, instead of being forced away. Faust watched the class slowly follow in, making mental notes of them as they did.
He'd have to actually investigate people today, to try to figure out who had the note. The problem was, who to check? And better yet, how? He looked once again at the note, and then at the girl beside him. Hearing class start, he lazily kept track of notes as he plotted.
Yuno doesn't know about the note...but maybe... he thought, before penning down a small note to Yuno, and handing it over.
"Yuno, want to help me with something?"
The pink haired girl took the message quickly, penning down a reply, and handing it back.
"Yuno would be happy to help you Faust! Just tell her what to do!"
Faust smiled, penning a reply back.
"Okay, here's what I need you to do..."
First period passed by quietly, the teacher apparently not noticing (or alternatively, caring) that they spent it passing notes. After second period, they would put their plan into action.
Or, to be more precise, after second period was lunch. Though Faust believed Yuno could probably get the awnsers she wanted, he figured a little help wouldn't hurt. Near the end of the hour, he pulled out his notebook, and (Discreetly), wrote down a name.
Rosealine Miina: 12:30, She feels an urge, and heads to the bathroom answering Yuno's questions, with the full truth she is capable of telling. After five minutes of this, she relieves herself.
He looked at the clock, then to Yuno as the Red haired girl in the front row seemed to flinch a bit. He blinked a bit in surprise, before looking to another girl in the class.
Shizuko.. Faust thought quietly to himself, as he watched the blue haired girl. She always seemed to be holding a notebook, and refused to talk to anyone verbally. Signs did kind of hint at her being a suspect, though he couldn't be sure...
A thought soon silenced as the bell rang, signalling the start of his plan. As if on cue, Rose darted out of the room quickly, and Yuno followed her.
"Miina-chan? I have something I wanted to ask you..." the bubbly pink haired girl called in a sweet, sing-songy voice.
Right. That leaves... he thought, before starting forward.
"Shizuko-san." Faust called, watching the blue haired girl turn silently, before continuing on. He paused, as she took a fleeting glance at him, before continuing on. Was she.....leading him? He started after, picking up his things as he moved through the doorway, watching the girl drift silently and carefully through the halls. Her movements, natural and practiced. Had she been rehearsing for this day? He followed her more, watching as she kept sneaking glances over her shoulder at him.
Oh yeah...definitely something up. he called, watching her pen something down in a small notebook. He moved a bit to the side, glancing about for others, before looking back.
The girl moved further away, before getting to a certain door, and starting in. Faust took a few more glances around, and looked to the door.
Library The sign read, plainly. Faust could feel his palms getting a bit sweaty, before he opened the door shakily. What greeted him wasn't quite the dark and scary meeting place he usually figured where the culprit was caught in mystery novels, but a normal, plain library. Shelves lined up and filled with books, a small area with a few tables for reading, Some beanbag chairs to lounge around in, and an older woman he could only guess was the librarian lazing behind the counter for any students that would check out books. Of course, he didn't focus too long on her, instead his eyes scanned the area for a certain blue-haired figure, who he found shelving a small stack of books.
Carefully, Faust approached the girl as she stretched up to slide a book into a certain hard-to-reach spot, her movements precise and practiced. As he looked her up and down, he took note of her outfit. She was wearing a tan, long sleeved V-neck shirt, and a knee length black skirt that hugged her hips tightly. Her legs were covered in just under knee-length dark-blue socks, and they trailed off to a pair of black shoes, similar to those seen on dolls. Before long, he had found himself gawking, before a rhythmic tapping caught him off guard.
She'd pulled out a notebook, and had been tapping at a message.
Not a lot of people come to the library on lunch...
Faust mouthed the words, before nodding.
"Yeah, it seems kind of quiet in here..." he called, looking around at the general lack of...people. "Do you come here often?"
Silence filled the room again, before she pulled back the notebook, and scratched a message back on the book. The green haired boy waited nervously, as she turned the notebook back to him.
Any particular reason you're here?
Faust paused, glacing to the sides of the room, before pulling out the small black book. The Wet Note...
"Do you...have one of these books?" Faust called, figuring if she knew what it was, she'd reply. But, if she didn't, it seemed perfectly harmless enough....
The girl looked over the book with a...strangely focused glance. The girl paused, turning around a moment before pulling out a pair of glasses out of a small pouch. She then leaned in closer to Faust, looking at the book with a rather...intense focus. Her shirt seemed to hang off of her, showing off something dark blue as she stared intently at the cover of the book. A few quiet moments passed, before she pulled back, scribbling down something on a notebook. Faust leaned closer to try to read over her shoulder, before she thrust the book in his face.
I'm not sure if I have that one in particular, but I've seen some like it. Something about it really bugs me......
Faust flinched again, realizing that the girl probably didn't know what the book was. Before he could say any words, the girl suddenly made a quick grab for the book.
"Wh-What are you doing?" Faust snapped, raising the book above his head and firmly out of the girl's reach. The mute went to grab at the book again, stretching herself out, before moving to pen down a request.
Let me get a better look at that notebook!
Though she didn't say anything, the words seemed to jump out at him from the paper, as the girl stretched up again, her hands meeting his wrists.
"W-What? N-no!" Faust called, moving back as the girl pressed against him. Though words didn't escape her, she was making her intentions well known. Faust staggered back as the girl sprang up at him, her hands meeting his in a quick, gripping motion, then causing the two to fall over. A loud crashing could be heard resounding through the library, though the older lady behind the counter didn't move an inch from her spot. She'd managed to fall asleep in the near silence of the room, combined with the general lack of activity. The student librarian on the other hand, hadn't stopped moving after they fell, and soon enough she'd climbed her way on top of Faust, wrestling the notebook out of his grip.
"A...Ahh..Give it back.." Faust's voice called, muffled by the girl's midriff as she had laid on top of him to commandeer the book. His arms flailed about to try to figure out where she'd moved, grabbing at air and few other places he wasn't entirely sure of, while the girl flipped through the notebook. Page after page seemed to be flipped through, before he heard the book being closed, and felt something hitting his head.
Shizuko then got off of the boy quietly, before moving back to her position to write another message in her own book. Faust could feel his insides twisting in anticipation as the girl wrote, wondering just what she'd read. He'd discovered the object he'd been hit with was his own note, and was thankful for the return of it. However, soon enough, she finished her reply, holding up her notebook with a simple question.
Where did you get this book?
"I....I...I just kind of got it placed in my locker!" Faust stammered quickly, a small flush filling his features. "I don't know where it's from, or who had it before, I swear!!"
Another awkward silence filled the room, as the girl seemed to listen for a bit, mulling over her thoughts. Five seconds passed....then ten, then fifteen. At twenty seconds, the girl started to pen down a message again, writing with a sort of edge. Her hands seemed to slide off the paper as she appeared to be finishing a word, reminiscent of a certain figure from a anime in flashy, exaggerated movements. However, after a bit, she turned the book around for him to read the message, her face decorated with a sort of deep scowl.
I don't quite know what kind of book that is, but one thing I know for sure. Whoever it was that had that book....Has been messing around with the cover. I understand the need to seperate your books out, but you don't color on it with cheap marker!
Faust's insides seemed to pause at this, finding it rather odd. He could swear he could hear footsteps in the hallway, though he couldn't be for sure. Either way, the girl seemed to be rather bothered by the book, before she pulled hers back, scribbling down a message.
Well? What do you have to say?!
Faust's eyes twitched as he read the words, his mind picturing an incredibly loud tone coming from the silent girl.
"N...Nothing...Sorry...." he replied shakily, trying to get back to his feet as he turned. "I...I should probably get back to class...shouldn't I?"
The mute girl nodded quietly in a sort of silent, seething rage. However, almost as soon as she tensed up, her eyes glossed over in a familiar looking expression.
She moved closer, her hands moving back towards her notebook as she wrote with a distinctly...different style. Her body seemed to shudder a bit as she wrote, putting the pen to her lips for a second, before resuming with the writing. Eventually, she tore the page out, and held it out to the boy, with a quiet smile.
Faust. You're quite an idiot. If I hadn't decided to see just what you were doing right now, you'd be in for a world of trouble....You should be grateful.
By the time he'd finished reading the note, another one was being held out to him.
Either way, you'll want to keep and then get rid of these notes...That is, unless you want to get manhandled and found out again like you just did. Don't worry, she'll have no means of remembering this, so long as you don't screw this up from here...
He looked up at the blue haired girl once more, watching her body shiver as she moved closer to him again, sliding off her glasses with a pleased looking expression. Her hips swayed with need, and it didn't take Faust long to figure out what it meant. The girl penned another note, before holding it out to the boy with a shiver.
Either way, you have until tommorow to figure out who I am. I'd get out of there right now if I was you...Otherwise, a certain someone's likely going to be very displeased with you. -Best wishes: Another Note Holder.
As he looked up, the girl had squatted down, and lifted up her skirt. Faust caught a glimpse of some blue polka dot cloth, before a hissing sound could be heard coming from her. Soon enough, her panties had started to darken, and a gushing sound could be heard, liquid pooling on the floor. Faust quickly staggered to his feet and stormed out of the room, gripping the notes tightly as he opened the door.
Taking one last look at the girl and her steadily growing puddle, Faust decided it was best to not linger. He could hear some sleepy, annoyed comments as he slammed the door, followed by confusion, and then slight outrage as he continued to run away from the room quickly.
As he turned through, he'd managed to inadvertantly plow right into someone else, tumbling to the ground. Not only had their bodies met the ground, but several papers, and a few notebooks seemed to have flown out of both of their hands, scattering about everywhere as well. Along with the confusion, both sides of the collision let out some pained groans.
"Oww...sorry about that..." Faust apologized, looking at the small mess they caused. "I wasn't looking where I was going. I didn't mean to.....Wynn?"
[End of Chapter 9, part 2] |
Guess what time it is? Time finally for another Update. Faust apologizes for the long delays between chapters, but he's been busy with life. Hopefully, it'll be sufficient, and won't be too bad. Either way, Faust will try to update with the next chapter soon, and soon enough, maybe get to the official conclusion of Another Note. so, without further delay, Here it is~
Chapter 10: A Surprise
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"Ah...it's okay....Fau.." Wynn's voice assured, for a second, pausing as she recognized the voice. "Faust?! Wh-Wh-what are you doing?!"
The green haired girl scampered to her feet at this, flushing lightly as she backed up into a wall. Faust pushed to his feet at this, rotating his arm a bit as he looked Wynn over.
"Is...something wrong?" he asked her, seeing her shake a little as she almost seemed to be sliding away.
"W...Well, it's just....Umm.." Wynn stammered, starting to flush, before grabbing at his arm and yanking on it. "F-F-Follow me!"
Not like Faust had any choice in the matter, as he felt his arm practically being yanked out of it's socket as she sprinted, passing by several other students, and heading up to the second floor. She continued her little jog along the way, looking back at the rather exhausted looking Faust.
"D...Do we have to run..?" Faust panted, clearly out of breath after having been forced to cross such a distance, in addition to fleeing the library. Wynn slowed down at this, starting to merely lead him around the area, before stopping in front of a very familiar door.
"Just a moment..." Wynn called quietly, loosing her grip on his arm for a second as she pressed into the door, pushing it open and darting inside. Before Faust could ponder why she'd drug him there, she opened the door again, grabbing his arm. "Alright, it's clear!"
And again, Faust found himself yanked, this time into a...rather dangerous spot.
W...why the girl's... he thought, as he was brought to a stall, tugged in by Wynn and heard the familiar locking of a bathroom stall.
"Okay..this should be safe enough..." Wynn muttered lightly to herself, closing the toilet lid, and climbing up on it.
"What are you doing..?" Faust inquired, starting to slowly catch his breath. "Bringing me all the way up here...To the girl's...."
Wynn seemed to grab at something mid-sentence, pulling down something as she climbed off the stall.
"Found it.." she called, holding a small notebook. "Faust...know how there's been a lot of......incidents..involving bathroom..stuff..lately?" The hesitation to continue each word did nothing to allieviate the awkward air that hung around them. Faust's expression turned a bit to the side, looking more at the bathroom stall wall than Wynn.
"s...Sorta." he muttered, feeling his heart start to race. Wait, was Wynn saying....
"Well, you see.." Wynn started, turning around the book. "A...umm...certain someone told me that there was a book stored around here...That had a list of everyone's names. Or, everyone that's....yeah. And after a little exploring, I found......This."
She held up the book, a black, spiral bound notebook with the words "Wet Note" Written on the front in white. The words seemed to be written with something resembling marker.
"Wet....note..?" Faust sounded out, a flush coming to both of their faces as Wynn nodded.
"Y..yeah.." She called, opening the notebook quickly. "I mean, our teacher's name is on here....Yuno's is on here...Kusuri's is..Niiya's....Yours.... E..Even mine..."
Faust froze at this, moving over to pull the book down.
"M..M..My name?!" he exclaimed, leaning in towards Wynn far closer than she expected. Her grip on the notebook laxed at this as she reddened, letting Faust snatch it up and staggering back onto the toilet.
Faust's eyes quickly scanned the notebook, finding everything that Wynn said was true.
Zakura Murayama, Yuno Gasai, Wynn Tatsumaki, Faust Necromonium, Kusuri Keiraku, Niiya Yamakaji...All here.. Faust thought, scanning over several other names that he didn't recognize, before putting the book down.
"I...didn't have an accident though.." He added quietly, flushing deeply as Wynn averted his gaze.
"I...I don't k-know a-anything about th-this.." she stuttered, before turning back. "But....Do you think, maybe whoever wrote this is causing all of the..accidents, somehow?"
Faust paused, feeling his heart pounding in his chest at this, thinking. He'd managed to find the note, but..was it really the note? Or was it just a list? His name was on the list, despite not having an accident at school, which only made things more complicated.
"Maybe.." Faust called, looking it over again. "I mean, what do you think they do? Write the name and the person loses it....Or do they just skulk around and write the names of anyone who they find wet..?"
"I...don't know." Wynn retorted, pausing for a bit to leave another air of awkwardness over the two of them. Suddenly though, she sprang up, raising her hand.
"I have an Idea!" she exclaimed in realization, procuring a pen from her pocket. "W...Write my name down in it. If I.."
"Wh-What?!" Faust snapped, his own face flushing bright and red as a ripe tomato at the suggestion. "B..B...But if you...and...It...."
"I KNOW!" Wynn snapped back, her face burning the same shade of red, cupping her hand around her mouth, and averting her gaze. "I...I just think...Maybe if we can figure out if it's just a list, or if it's like...some kind of Magic book....."
Faust furrowed his brow in concentration, finding the situation almost too perfect. Here he was needing to check the validity of the Note, and Wynn was volunteering herself as a subject. The air around them resumed it's silence again, before he reach over, and pulled the pen from her grip.
"So long as you don't hate me if it works..." he muttered quietly, the girl smiling a bit at his acceptance of her idea. "Wynn's easy enough to spell....But walk me through your last name, okay?"
"O..Of course!" Wynn replied, nodding at his request, then lifting the toilet lid as she sat back down. "S..So long as you won't think I'm gross for volunteering for something so...Private."
Faust flushed deeply at this, but smiled warmly.
"I could never." He assured her, grinning despite his flush, starting to pen her name down. "S..So, how's it spe-"
His sentence caugh in his throat as he looked up at Wynn, seeing her skirt bunched up in her hands. His eyes almost naturally trailed up her legs, past her socks, and between her vibrant thighs, ending on a pair of blue-striped panties. He violently coughed for a bit in embarrassment, his face burning bright red.
"W..What are you doing?!" he snapped hurriedly, watching Wynn recoil a bit, and flush.
"Well...it's just...If it works...and I end up going....I don't wanna risk getting my skirt wet.....but I don't want to expose myself..So..umm..."
"I could turn around!!" Faust added, doing so with a flush. "S..So...you can t...t..take off your P..P...P...How's it spelled?!"
"T-a-t-s-u-m-a-k-i." Wynn sounded, sitting down quietly as Faust's hand moved, writing.
"K....I." Faust announced, finishing the name, as he held the book, flushing still. If this really did work..
Several tense moments passed, the two waiting in an awkward silence for a while. If he had his guess right, it'd be fourty seconds before she.....
"A-Anything?" Faust quipped, Wynn shaking her head.
"N..No...nothing.." She added back, loosing her grip on her skirt. "I...I don't feel any different...."
"A..Ah...okay.." Faust replied, waiting through some more tense moments.
Thirty six, thirty seven, thirty eight. he counted in his head, trying to keep track of the time. He couldn't help but wonder if he was moving too fast, or too slow, before turning.
"Guess it's bubkis." He retorted back to her, undoing the lock on the door.
"Y...Yeah." Wynn added, standing up at his words, the toilet flushing idly. "What kind of magic would that be anyways? Being able to make someone go to the bathroo...Ah!"
Faust paused at this, turning around instinctually as Wynn's hands buried into her crotch, her legs locking.
"W..Wynn?" He asked, his heartrate picking up again. Was it actually...
"I'm....I'm peeing!" Wynn wailed, sitting back down on the toilet, a strangled hissing starting to fill the air between the two. Wynn's skirt started to darken rapidly at this, her hands moving to pull her skirt up in the front to try to salvage it. As such, Faust was treated to a brilliant view of her yellowing panties, as a stream pooled on and through her skirt, ending off in the bowl. Her head leaned back in a flush, starting to pant a bit heavily as her body emptied itself.
"I....Actually did it.." she called out, feeling her bladder rapidly deflate, with her body warming.
Faust kept watching in awe, his face resuming it's shade of red as Wynn let go. Though part of him was enjoying the show, another thought crossed his mind at this.
It's real...The Note's Real! |
Faust is very grateful that everyone has been giving so much support to him continuing his story, even after such a long delay.
He's just had a very rough time....and has been busy with work...
Faust isn't satisfied with his work (he never is), but he intends on at least trying to update a bit sooner next time. The Story is reaching the final stages~ And Faust hopes he can get another chapter up before the year changes over.....
Faust hopes you all had a Merry Christmas, and that you have a happy New year. So, without further ado, allow Faust to share with you all, the next chapter in his Fic~
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Chapter 11: Breakthrough!!
As Wynn's bladder completely deflated, Faust eventually managed to turn himself around, flushing a bright red.
"S...Sorry..." he stammered back to her, as the girl eventually moved, flushing herself.
"I..It's okay." she replied, the sound of toilet paper being torn off and a flushing filling the awkward silence. Both of their eyes glanced around the stall, before Faust eventually cleared his throat.
"S...So, it works...huh?" he stuttered quietly, the girl giving him a slight nod.
"Y...Yeah...." Wynn replied, before eventually moving forward, backing against the wall to squeeze by Faust. "I...I'll check to see if anyone's outside."
Faust then moved to the other side of the stall, still trying to suppress his blush as she moved past him. The door was quietly unlocked, and the girl cracked the door, peeking out. For a moment, she was quiet, before eventually starting out. "I'll go make sure..no one comes in." She added, the flush finally fading from her body as she headed out.
Faust spent a few extra moments composing himself, as he inched out. On one hand, he'd managed to find the note he was looking for. On the other hand....
I wonder where she's going to go with this... he thought, quietly. Something tells me that I'm not going to walk away with this book without a bunch of questions...
"C'mon Faust, hurry." Wynn's voice called, as she leaned back into the bathroom. "We should get out of here before you get seen."
Faust flinched a bit at her voice, snapping him out of his train of thought, but he merely nodded quietly, and started toward her.
"Yeah..." he replied, before heading out, following the green haired girl out of the bathroom. The two discreetly moved down the hall a bit, before turning to one another.
"Th..Thanks." Faust remarked quietly, as Wynn turned.
"N...No problem.." Wynn called back, her hands pressing together. "So...Ummm..."
"Ah..." Faust himself sounded, the awkward air from before returning, as they both struggled to find the words they wanted to say. Both parties shifted a bit, before Wynn eventually turned away from him, looking back over her shoulder.
"I....I'm going to the Nurse's office." she called, a light flush coming back to her face. "Y..You'd better get back to class before lunch ends. Wouldn't want to look suspicious to the teachers."
Faust glanced at a nearby clock, noticing how it was fairly close to time for lunch to end. If he ran, he could probably make it....
"We'll..talk more after school..Alright?" he inquired a bit, a foot turning to start into a sprint.
"Y..Yeah." Wynn replied, starting the other way. "S...S...See you then."
Faust then gave a small wave, before darting back from where they came, watching as the lunch crowd started to return to their classrooms, and blending in with them. Yuno quickly joined his side when he sat down in his chair, holding a small notepad.
"Faust, Yuno Found out lots!" she said perkily, sliding the notepad to him discreetly as the Teacher walked into the classroom.
"Ah...good." he replied lightly, sliding the book into his bag. "I'll look at it later, when we get home." He'd tucked in the second Wet Note before returning to the classroom, and for the first time in days, felt like he was ready for class.
For the next few hours, he focused on the lesson, taking good notes and answering questions as best he could, worry-free. With the note securely stuck in his bag, he was confident the whole ordeal with the other note holder was over.
However.....
After a few hours, as the bell signalling the end of class rang out, Faust started to feel a little uneasy.
Wynn never came back to class. he thought to himself, barely noticing the fidgeting figure beside him.
"F...Faust, I've gotta go...freshen up." Yuno's voice called as her hands lowered, standing up and bending her knees a bit.
"Hm? O..Oh..okay.." Faust called, averting his gaze from her as he slightly tinted. No matter how many times it had happened, he never could quite get used to the sudden surge in noticing their urges. Yuno shuffled off hurriedly at this, leaving Faust to pick up his bag.
I can't help but wonder... he thought, moving to his locker and putting in the combination if finding this book was a good thing or not.. True, with the note, the mysterious rival couldn't use it against him...
But, what if...
He absentmindedly opened the door to his locker as the lock clicked open, almost missing the small piece of paper that fell to his feet. His gaze drifted downward at this, pegging it as another note, and subsequently unfolding it.
"What the.." he muttered quietly to himself, freezing as he read the message, a whole three words long.
I have her.
Faust's insides wrenched at this, as he glanced into his locker. In case there was any doubt who it was referring to, an all too familiar pair of striped panties laid scrunched up on top of his things. He stretched a bit to reach them pulling them out of the locker, and paling a bit They had been stained with an all too familiar color, which could only mean....
"Faust?" Yuno's voice called, causing the boy to freeze up and feel a shiver down his back. He turned at this, noticing Yuno's line of sight trailing to his hands.
"Y-Y-Yuno.." he started, before she pulled the pair of panties from him, looking at them, and then at his face. A tense, cold silence fell over the two, as the pink haired girl's eyes processed the information she was given. The moments crept by slowly, before Yuno's lips twisted into a sort of smile.
"Are you into this sort of thing?" she started, her hands moving to grab at her skirt. "You know you can just tell Yuno, and...."
Faust quickly lifted the small note, holding it out to Yuno before her skirt could get pulled past her waist, watching as her grin shifted into a short scowl. "I have her? Who's.....Her?"
Faust froze at this, his body tensing up. How...how exactly could he phrase it, without getting her involved in the scene? Surely even she wouldn't....
"Umm...." he started quietly, eyes glancing around. "I'll....I'll explain later..I promise. It's...."
Yuno's eyes glared daggers into him, before the rush of the crowd signaled that they needed to get on the bus soon. His mind raced with several thoughts, trying to weigh the pros and cons of telling her everything. He went to open his mouth, before the girl's fingers moved to his, placing a finger on his lips.
"Something you want to talk to Yuno about in Private?" She finished, with a grin that could only be defined as 'lewd'. Faust hesitated for a bit, flushing lightly.
"Y..Yeah..." he stuttered out, as he gestured towards the crowd. "We should get a move on if we don't want to miss the bus." Yuno beamed brightly, nodding as she started toward them, grabbing Faust by his hand merrily.
As the two started onto the bus, Faust's eyes caught a shade of purple, prompting him to turn quickly to confirm it.
"Keiraku..." he remarked quietly, enough to get Kusuri's attention, the girl giving him a small nod in acknowledgement, and scooting over. As he went to sit down, however...
"Faust~ You're not thinking of sitting with anyone other than Yuno, are you?" Yuno's voice mused out, pulling him by his arm into the seat directly across from his intended target.
"N...No, never." he replied back, giving an apologetic look back to the purple haired girl, who sighed a bit in exasperation. The boy merely sighed internally as the bus eventually started up, travelling along the road. As Yuno's glance seemed focused outside the window for a moment, Faust felt something hit the side of his head.
"Stop throwing stuff, You damn brats." The bus driver's voice snapped out, apparently having seen it, but not having cared enough to stop the bus, or turn around. Faust himself turned to see what had hit him, a perfectly folded note being on the ground. He leaned over to pick it up, and quietly opened it, trying to attract as little attention as possible to himself. Inside the note, was what he could only guess was a phone number, along with the message 'Text me.'
He quietly slid his phone out at this, pressing a few keys and sending a quick message, a buzzing sound being heard behind him. He didn't have to turn to know she had gotten the message, as a few moments after texting, he got a reply back.
This'll make it easier to contact each other. If anything comes up, or has come up, let me know, alright?
Faust nodded quietly to himself, before sending a quick message back to Kusuri. He heard the buzzing, and a few button presses, but at this moment, Yuno's attention turned back to him. He slid the phone back in his pocket at this, preparing a quick excuse for the accusation he was sure to get. However, the accusation never came, the pink haired girl merely giving him a devious smile, before leaning on him.
"Faust makes a good pillow..." She cooed lightly, her head resting on his shoulder.
"T..thanks.." he stuttered back, leaning a bit into his chair. Well, it's not like they didn't have anything to go on. He'd procured the note, he'd gotten some data [that he still needed to look over] on a suspect...and he'd narrowed down the pool a bit more. Plus, with Kusuri and Wynn helping him...It was only a matter of time....
The bus eventually pulled up to their stop, prompting the trio to stand up and move to the front of the bus, parting ways as they moved to their homes. Yuno's arms quickly latched onto Faust's as soon as possible, and refused to let go the whole walk home. As they approached the door however, something white seemed to be attached to the door, provoking a flinch from the green haired boy.
H...Huh? he thought, before they eventually closed the distance, himself eventually reaching up to grab at the paper.
"What's that?" Yuno's voice piped up, leaning over his shoulder. "Is it a Note for Faust? Yuno wants to see!!"
Faust reflexively lifted it up and out of her eyesight, though his peripheral vision picked up that it was in fact another note, likely from the (former) other Note holder.
"N..Not now Yuno.." he called, the girl pressing against him once more.
"But Yuno..." She started, before flinching suddenly, and flushing lightly. "O...okay Faust, Yuno'll leave it alone....Could you please open the door for Yuno now?"
Faust nodded, slightly relieved as he reach for his pocket Gotta find some way to...
His blood ran cold as he patted down his pants, noticing something very important..
"My Key...?" he stated in a quiet, disbelieving tone. "My key is missing!"
"Wh-what?!" Yuno's pained voice whimpered, her hands sliding down to the front of her skirt. "But Yuno has to go, RIGHT. NOW."
"I know, I know." Faust retorted, his hands going to his pockets once again. Nothing....nothing....Nothing!! Where is it?!!
He started to turn around to see if it was in sight, but the pink haired girl quickly squeezed past him, raising one of her hands to the knob and twisting.
"I...It's unlocked!!" Yuno exclaimed, kicking her shoes off and darting through the apartment with her legs clenched together. Faust was relieved that the door was open, but couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in his gut. He turned his attention to the note in his hand at this, pushing aside the spectacle of Yuno rushing to the bathroom at full tilt.
I might not get another chance to read this tonight...So.... he thought, before opening it up. Again, the message was short, but concise, a mere three words.
It ends, tonight.
"T...Tonight?!"
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Chapter 11, End. |
Em was scoring major points in her tennis game. She laughed every time the other team thought they had an actual chance at winning this thing. She had a sunny yellow bow tied in her hair and a matching sunny outfit. Her top was white with yellow trim on the sleeves and collar. It was also so tight, you could clearly make out her breasts and nipples even though she was wearing a bra. Her skirt was pleated and matched the top, expect it was extremely loose. It sometimes fell down a little as Em ran to smack the ball. She also was wearing yellow armbands. It was practically windy that day, so every once in a while the players' skirts would blow, hence the number of males attending the game with camera phones at the ready. Em ran as fast as she could and jumped up and smacked the ball so hard, it made a cracking sound as it made contact with the rack. Earlier, Em had drunk some more of the soda from the vending machine, plus a whole bottle of Gatorade in order to give her more energy for the game. "And Emily Wilson is tearing up the court with her fantastic tennis skills, leading the Ravens to victory once again this month!" the announcer reported. She loved her reporting job, but she loved it even more when something embarrassing, shocking, or scary happened out on the field so she can report every detail correctly, unlike most reporters who stretch the truth just so people will read it.
Em jumped up to smack the ball just as a giant gust of wind blew, revealing her pink lacy panties to the crowd. The reporter took no notice, but the crowd did. A couple of the boys snapped pictures. The clouds overhead were starting to darken, so the coach called a timeout just in case it rained. Em grabbed another Coke from the machine and starting drinking it. She noticed the reporter coming over to her. "Wow Emily, you were unbeatable in that game!" she applauded. Em swallowed and nodded. "But the game isn't over yet, you know. The coach is just calling a timeout to see if it rains or not." she stated, as if it was something she repeated every day. "Well, I sure hope it doesn't. My readers want to know every detail, so it is my job to give it to them! The way it happened, exactly as it happens." Em groaned. She wonder why this girl had to repeat her motto almost every time she said something. The sun was starting to set in the distance, and the clouds still didn't let up. "Please tell me, how did you get so good in tennis?" the reporter asked. Em took another swig of the Coke and thought for a second. "Hmmm, well, I've been playing it ever since I was 10." she answered. The reporter immediately wrote it down. She was starting to ask another question, then the coach gave the symbol to start the game again.
Em drank what was left in the can, then threw it away. Grabbing her racket, she told the reporter: "Hey, game's back on. I'll answer your other questions later, alright?" She waved, then took her postion on the court. She grasped her tennis racket with both hands so hard, her knuckles turned white. "Bring it on," she whispered. The girl on the other side of the net started bouncing the ball, then she whacked it. A loud crack was heard and the game begun again. The wind was blowing even harder now, so practically every second, someones skirt was up. The boys couldn't stop filming and taking pictures now. Em was hitting every single ball, ignoring her now bulging bladder. When she floated back down after jumping to hit the ball, she bended her legs and moved around a little. "Ugh, why didn't I use the bathroom before the first serve?" she asked herself. "Now I'll have to wait about an hour or more before I can go!" She jumped up just as a gust of wind blew. She smiled and winked as 3 more cameras flashed. "Might as well give them what they want," she thought.
She now had an even bigger urge. She moved from side to side, now fully bent over. She pretended that she was tying her sneakers, but people could still tell she was faking. She missed an easy shot when she was grabbing her crotch and people yelled at her. Even most of the crowd left since the wind stopped and nothing else interesting was happening. She crossed her legs and bent over, wiggling all parts of her body. Nobody glanced at her though, so she grabbed her crotch but managed to make a hit. Half of the boys came back, excited to hear a girl was getting ready to lose it directly on the court. Em was not going to give them what they wanted and removed her hands and stopped crossing her legs. She hit every single ball that came her way, a symptom of cracks coming from her direction. The sun was almost completely down, but since it was the middle of summer they weren't going to quit their game until about 8 or 9 PM.
Em glanced quickly at the bleachers and saw them completely filled again, probably because the boys wanted to see such a hot girl pee herself right there on the spot. She wanted them all to fall down a ditch and die. Now the pain in her bladder couldn't be ignored. "Oh, god. No!" she cried. Em grabbed her crotch and started the dance all over again. The boys kept whispering and nudging each other, no matter how many dirty looks Em gave them. "That chick's gonna lose control!" a boy yelled, loud enough for the whole court to hear. The reporter stared straight at Em, who was struggling to control her bladder and her racket at the same time. Just to Em's horror, the wind picked up again, so the boys were getting even hornier. She wanted so much to race up those bleachers and smack them, but she couldn't leave her postion and plus, she had to go so badly she could barely move. Em dropped her racket, which made a loud CLANG! She grabbed her crotch with both hands and bent all the way over, tears in her eyes. The boys couldn't stop snapping pics now and Em wished they would just go to Hell. Didn't they care about her need? "Emily, grab your racket now or I will suspend you from the rest of the week's games." the coach demanded. Everyone looked at Em, half expecting her to drop her skirt and go right there in full view.
But she obeyed, removing both her hands slowly and grabbing the racket. The boys couldn't hide their disappointment and so started trying stupid ways to make her lose control. One boy took the cap of some flat, warm Gatorade and poured it all out onto the court, causing it to splash. "Ahhh, much better!" the boy called, after dropping the bottle on the ground. His friends giggled. Em was so mad right now, she couldn't even think straight. A huge gust of wind blew her skirt up once more, and in her effort to push it down, a spurt came out. She gasped and hit the ball once more, then crossed her legs. That shut all the boys up as they raced for their camera phones.
Em stared at the clock above the scoreboard, desperate for the game to end. It wouldn't end for 10 more minutes. Em groaned, knowing she could hardly hold it for one minute, let alone 10. Just as she jumped up to hit the ball, she felt a stream start and fell down, grasping her crotch in desperation. That was all the crowd needed. Em shook her fist at them angrily and got up to hit the ball once more. The stream ceased, and Em figured she was going to make it. Just then, another huge wind gust blew her skirt up as she hit the ball, and the stream started again. Her panties turned dark, and the stream flowed down her legs and onto the court, making a splashing sound. The court was dead quiet as she finished up. She blushed a deep shade of red and tears came to her eyes. Her legs and thighs were shining in the moonlight and her panties were completely darkened from her crotch to her butt and her skirt was the same. Still nobody spoke. Em burst into tears suddenly and sunk to her feet. "I can never show my face in public again!" she wept, sitting in her own puddle of shame. "Everyone is just going to laugh at me now! Go ahead, laugh! Laugh! You know you want to, so just laugh already, damn it!" she yelled, more angry then embarrassed now.
Still nobody said anything. Em got up angrily, her skirt now more soaked from sitting in her pee. "So, you guys don't care that I totally peed myself?" she dared to ask. That set the crowd off. Everyone stood up and applauded, even the reporter and coach. "Huh? What? Why is everyone cheering?" she asked. One of the boys came over. "Well, normally we wouldn't but you accepted the fact you publicly humiliate yourself. Normal chicks wouldn't, so I guess you are cool for doing that." he said. One of her teammates ran over, holding Em's racket. "Yeah, I would've died if I peed myself in front of everyone, but you just demanded that everyone should laugh. You are so brave." Her friend whispered the word brave, then skipped off, exposing her panties. Some boys followed her and snapped pictures.
Em grabbed her tennis racket and duffel bag and the reporter stopped her. "Mind if I do a story on you?" Em shrugged. "Great! I can see the headline-Emily pees herself on the court and demands the crowd laugh." Em almost spit her water out. "I thought you were going to report the tennis game!" she cried. The reporter shrugged. "This seems more interesting. Well, bye-bye!" she said, then darted after Em's friend. Em was too tried to even care. She just wanted to get herself and her clothes into a nice warm bath, then drag herself to bed with sweet dreams. She smiled. "It's so much fun to pee myself." she said. She threw the water bottle away and walked home, the moon being her only light. |
Hello,
Here's my latest story.
It involves loli humiliation so if you don't like it, don't read it ;)
Comments are welcome.
“Thank you ma'am,” The cute girl looked up as I served their meals, “You know, it's the first time I take the plane.”
“And are you enjoying it?” I asked politely.
“Yes very much, it's so exciting!” She answered with a big shiny smile, “First I was a little bit afraid but daddy told me there's nothing to worry about. Plus, I'm almost twelve now and I shouldn't be afraid of anything.”
“That's true, you look like a very brave kid.” I complimented her with a smile.
Her smile grew even larger as she thanked me for the compliment. I had seen a lot of cute kids on many flights, but she seemed to have something different. Although she looked quite a bit younger than her eleven years and seemed to have close to no breasts, there was something undefinable that rendered her unbelievably beautiful. I didn't know if it was due to her long and smooth blond hair, shining like gold, her really huge green eyes, her soft pale skin or the cutest smile I had ever seen. It was probably the combination of all these elements that made her look so insanely loveable. She was wearing a simple short jeans and a finely embroidered white top. Except for the pair of wings, she had everything of an adorable angel. I was so charmed that I even told her parents they were lucky to have such a cute and bright little girl and they thanked me with a proud smile.
When she finished her meal, she started reading a story for her younger brother who seemed to be around eight years old. Her soft voice quickly led him to the land of dreams. As he slept, she laid a soft loving kiss on his forehead and decided she would enjoy a little nap too. She made herself comfortable and fell asleep, exhibiting the loveliest innocent face I can remember.
As the flight was about five hours long, it was a good thing if kids managed to sleep so they didn't get too bored or excited. We had taken off in the middle of the night in order to reach our destination early in the morning so the kids were quite tired and didn't have trouble sleeping. They indeed slept very well for close to four hours, far away from any trouble typically endured by adults.
When she woke up, she felt a strong need to empty her bladder. Careful not to disturb her sleeping brother, she slowly stood up and headed to the bathroom. People were lining up in the alley on both sides of the door and entered turn by turn. The girl counted there were about ten persons before her. If each one spent three minutes in the lavatory, what seemed to be the norm, she'd have to wait at least half an hour before her turn. She sighed at the thought but was confident she'd make it. She wasn't really desperate and half an hour wasn't that long but she seemed annoyed that she'd have to stand in the line waiting.
After thirty minutes, a lady from the other side entered the bathroom. As she was next, according to the implied order, the young girl rejoiced a little, knowing it was just a matter of minutes before she could relieve herself. The feeling in her abdomen had become quite annoying and she was looking forward to get rid of it. Still, she showed no sign of desperation and acted very casual as if she could hold it one more hour.
The lady had been in there for more than five minutes and the patient child started to feel very uncomfortable. The pressure in her bladder was now quite intense and she couldn't keep herself from squirming slightly from time to time. What was this lady doing that could last that long? What if she staid in there even longer? She knew she wouldn't be able to hold it a lot longer and started to worry about the outcome of this situation. She blushed a bit when a spasm forced her to clench her legs and to bend forward, trying to help her tired floodgates resist the pressure. She seemed ashamed to reveal her desperation so openly but it was still better than peeing herself right there. Finally, the lady opened the door and left the bathroom.
As the little girl shifted aside to let her through, a fat man from the other side quickly sneaked into the bathroom before the poor child even managed to say anything. Her jaw dropped and her eyes grew wide open. She was starring at the door in disbelief wondering how someone could be so shameless and disrespectful of basic social rules. At the same time, my colleague announced the imminent descent and asked all passengers to get seated and fasten their seat belt. As she didn't seem to move, I walked up to her.
“Young lady,” I told her, “Please return to your seat, we're going to land.”
“Wait,” She begged, “I really need to go, just a minute please!”
“Come on,” I said, “You are a big girl, you can certainly hold it for a few more minutes, can't you?”
“I'm... n-not sure...” She mumbled shyly, clearly embarrassed to be forced to admit it to a stranger.
“Well, that would really suck for you,” I answered with a faint smile, “Now, back to your seat.”
She seemed hesitant for a couple of seconds, wondering if she should plead some more. Her desperation was quite obvious and she was biting her lip in order to hold her tears. Her legs were firmly glued together and her lovely buns were cutely protruding as she bent forward, resisting another spasm assaulting her immature body. I kinda felt bad for her as she was such a nice girl and looked quite desperate but I had no choice: my job was also to make sure everybody followed the rules and I certainly didn't want to lose it.
“Now!” I repeated, pointing in the direction of her seat.
She understood there would be no arguing with me and reluctantly walked to her seat with small steps.
As I walked past her row a minute later, her dad stopped me: “Ma'am, why didn't you let my daughter use the bathroom?”
“I would have loved to,” I replied, “But we're landing in a few minutes and all passengers must be seated and wear their seat belt for descent and landing.”
“She's been waiting in the line for over half an hour and you prevent her from going when she's right in front of the door. Can't you see needs to go urgently?”
“Those are the rules, sir. It's for her safety.” I answered kindly. “Besides, if your daughter has wetting problems, you should have her see a doctor or wear diapers.”
The young girl didn't say anything and kept starring at the floor in shame. Anyway there was nothing I could do for her and even if I could, I didn't want to take care of every little kids who needed to pee, or I would have looked for a job in a kindergarten.
“But she doesn't have wett...” Her dad started, unable to hide his frustration.
“Then she will be fine!” I interrupted him, smiling at them while proceeding towards an idle seat nearby and leaving them completely speechless.
Her dad wrapped his arm around her shoulders, leaning towards her. “Come on, Milly, you can hold it for ten more minutes, I know you can. Be strong.” He comforted her.
“I'll try, daddy.” She softly whispered, still fighting to hold her tears. In fact, she was almost sure she wouldn't make it. Her more-than-full bladder was inflicting her a severe pain in the abdomen. Both hands stuck between her shaking clenched legs, she frequently closed her eyes with a painful expression indicating she was burning her last resources. As she bounced on her seat, the additional pressure applied by her seat belt on her waist pushed her desperation to an almost unbearable point. She could feel her pee pushing at the exit of her urethra and pressed as hard as she could on her young girlhood to prevent it from rushing out.
As the plane entered a zone of light turbulence, she clenched her legs even tighter and her wriggling motions went uninterrupted from then on. Slowly, a hot tear made its way down her red cheeks and into her neck, followed by another one, and yet another one. She was silently sobbing as she realized she had no chance to make it. She'll have to wait at least five minutes before she'd be allowed to remove her seat belt and relieve her aching bladder. For sure, she would be wetting herself in front of her parents, her little brother and all the other passengers. Although there's nothing she could do about it, that humiliating thought frightened her. She leaned forward, her head almost resting on her knees, and pushed on her fingers with all her strength, causing her panties and jeans to invade the inside of her innocent body. Her dad was gently patting her back, trying to give her some courage and praying she would hold it till she reached a bathroom.
When the plane finally touched the ground, the shock was greater than Milly had expected. She gasped as she felt the warm wetness of a first spurt force its way out of her desperate pee hole.
“Noooo!” The exhausted girl started crying as the sticky feeling expanded through her panties into her short jeans, soaking her fingers, running down her crotch and trickling between her ass cheeks. She looked down in shame and witnessed the dark spot growing slowly between her thin legs. After a few seconds and with great efforts, she managed to put an end to the dirty hot stream by pushing her hands deeper into her violated intimate parts. The pain she was enduring, adding to her extreme desperation, caused a steady flood of warm tears to rush out of her eyes, dripping on her shorts and drawing small stains near the humiliating dark spot between her shaking legs.
After a few minutes, the plane came to a stop and the 'fasten your seat belt' light went off. She painfully released herself from her seat belt and stood up, her knees still tightly clenched together and her right hand partly buried inside herself. She glanced down at the soiled seat and realized her leak had been even more important than she had thought. What would her dad think? And her little brother? She didn't have the time to consider all this right then, so she started to make her way to her salvation. As everybody was invading the alley and she could only take very small steps, it took her a while to reach the bathroom. On her way, she endured several unpleasant spasms rocking her petite body, each one causing hot squirts to jet out of her powerless girlhood, trickling past her fingers between her legs and leaving small humiliating stains on the carpet behind her.
When she finally stood in front of the door, she felt a little bit confused as she wondered how to open it. She painstakingly extracted a hand from her crotch and gently pushed on the door. Of course, the door didn't move: she had to push on both doors at a particular place in order too get it open. Those plane lavatory doors can be tricky sometimes... I wondered if she would figure it out on time (although her evidently soaked shorts testified she was already late.) She did understand that she would need both hands to get it open and reluctantly removed the grip from her girlhood, the last barrier saving her from a complete humiliation. She clenched her legs as hard as she could while her shaking hands randomly pushed on the doors. Meanwhile, a light but steady flow started to run down between her thighs and around her thin legs, showing obvious glistering tracks.
“Nooooo” She squealed as she desperately attempted to get the door open.
She was doing it wrong and I actually enjoyed watching her in such desperation as I was now sure that she wouldn't manage to open the doors. At the same time, the fat man who had stolen her turn fifteen minutes earlier ran down the ally, clearly impatient to get off the plane. He carelessly bumped into the crying girl as he passed by, causing her to lose balance and to fall flat on her butt, her back against the doors. She looked up in disbelieve then quickly looked down again, contemplating in shame the unwanted torrent that was spurting out of her tortured girlhood.
She had absolutely no energy left to fight the hot flood streaming out of her. Sitting against the bathroom's door, she brought her knees to her chest and buried her red face between them, wrapping her arms around her shivering legs. She sat there crying her eyes out while golden liquid was uncontrollably pouring out of her poor defeated pee hole with a slightly audible hissing sound. She felt the warm wetness spread quickly between her thighs and under her butt while the carpet absorbed most of her embarrassing fluid. For the nearby observers, the dark spot expanding around her left no doubt about her accident. They watched in silence and with some compassion the mortified trembling girl who had surrendered to her bladder's will. As she was shamefully sitting in a near fetal position, there was no way to tell she was eleven. She looked more like a six years old although quite tall for that age. With her red face covered by scintillating tears and her ruffled hair, the soiled little angel looked even cuter than before.
When her bladder finally agreed to put an end to the messy flow, an old lady bent down to comfort the still sobbing and deadly embarrassed girl.
“Poor child! Air travel can be quite stressful. Come on, it's over now. Where are your parents?” She kindly asked while helping her to get up.
Milly pointed to the front of the plane. Big drops of pee were trickling from her drenched shorts down her legs as the old lady guided the disgraced child to her parents. She diligently followed the woman, while the wet jeans fabric clung to her smooth skin, emphasizing the cute roundness of her small butt.
“Why did you do that Milly?” Her little brother starred at her in disbelieve. How could his older sister, for whom he had so much admiration, soak herself like a little kid? It hadn't even happened to him since he was six and there she was, at almost twelve, pitifully standing in tears with her drenched shorts. She kept looking at her feet, unwilling to see her brother's and parent's expressions. Her dad thanked the lady and knelt in front of his dripping daughter. He wrapped his arms around her waist and patted her back.
“You did everything you could.” He said with a soft voice, “It's no big deal, it can happen to anybody.”
He pulled her closer to him and hugged her paternally while she hid her burning face on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck. He gently picked her up, not caring about wetting his shirt, and headed towards the exit. Her mom and little brother followed with the handbags. As they walked out of the plane, they were greeted by a warm sun shining in the spotless blue morning sky.
“Don't worry Milly, it will dry off in no time.” Her little brother comforted her.
Although he still didn't understand how and why she had such an accident, he just wanted her to be smiling and playful again as soon as possible.
When all passengers had left, I went back into the plane and ran the whole story again in my head till I realized I would have to clean up the mess...
Crap! |
Faust knows he needs to work on Chapter-2, but he had inspiration he felt he'd share.
So here. ^^
It was a dark and stormy night, as Faust laid down to bed, falling asleep after a long day at work. As the hours moved on, he laid peacefully, having long since fallen asleep. A truly pleasant time, where he was peaceful. Silent. Vulnerable.....
A sound at his door would tense anyone listening, an unruly rattling, and a few thumps placed against it. The door resisted this newcomer with all of it's brute might, but the force was crafty.
After a few more rattles, a resounding click echoed through the otherwise silent home, as the door finally gave way to the newcomer, a shady figure in a large coat stepping into the building with care. The figure didn't want the sole resident of the home waking up now...That would be very problematic.
A small bag was dropped to the ground, filled to the brim with many tools expected of one who wished to do various, less than legal things. Ropes, lockpicks, flashlights, and many other things.
The heavily cloaked figure moved into the house, rain dripping from their figure as the hood was removed, showing off a black ski-mask, revealing a pair of dark pink eyes.
The figure continued to disrobe, dropping many sopping garments as the figure eventually was down to one that the sleeping figure would have been able to recognize if he wasn't out cold.
"Yuno has been waiting all day for this." the voice called, as the girl dropped off the last heavy garmet she'd worn to keep dry, her outer coat.
Yuno slid out of her heavy rain boots as well, moving about the house in a quiet, nimble manner.
She had worn so many things, and had to move quickly as well. Her love had been busy all day, which meant he would definitely be very tired, and as such, less likely to wake up.
The girl was wearing her normal clothes under the heavy garments, though instead of high socks, there seemed to be something pink covering up her legs and above, going up her skirt as she weaved through the building, finding the room she'd been looking for.
Pulling a hair pin out, she made short work of the flimsy locking mechanism on the boy's door as she opened the door, looking at the lump under the covers.
"Faust is very tired tonight~ Isn't he?" she cooed lightly to herself, as she lowered a hand, undoing the top button on her shirt to show a pink one underneath. She continued to undo buttons, as she flushed.
She dare not turn on the light, for it would be really embarassing for Faust to see her doing something like that, along with the risk of actually waking him up. No, that would ruin her whole plan.
Instead, she continued to slowly unbutton her shirt, two....then three...then four...before eventually, she slid it off to leave only a smoother pajama shirt underneath. She slid off her skirt as well, showcasing her pink pajama pants as well as she flushed.
"Ohh~ Yuno feels so embarassed~" she said in a quiet tone. "But, so long as it's Faust, she doesn't mind S-stripping for him~"
The lump in the mattress didn't seem to move, showing he was still asleep. She flushed as she left her clothes discarded on his floor as she gently laid down in the bed, about where Faust's back would be.
"Fau~st~" she cooed, as she moved her arms over the lump as she gently moved closer.
However, as she did this, she felt something was wrong. As she trailed her hand back, she sighed a bit in relief.
Yes, it was still Faust. she could recognize that tone anywhere, but it wasn't the side of him she had been looking for.
She ran a hand alongslide what she identified as his left leg, smirking to herself.
"It's fine...Faust must have just decided to sleep the other way for once..' she mused to herself as she started to lean up.
However, as she started to go up, the lump sudddenly moved, a hand going down over her waist as she squeaked a bit. A few mumbles could be heard, as the dormant figure seemed to rouse just a bit, but remained unconcious.
Yuno breathed deeply as the mumbles silenced, feeling her heart skip a few beats. She...she'd thought for sure the boy'd woken up. Thankfully, the boy seemed to have just been in a daze, but Yuno was still playing it safe.
She laid still against Faust's leg for a few minutes, as the arm's grip on her remained firm.
"Maybe...if Yuno is gentle.." she called as she went to raise up, prompting a few inaudible protests from the slumbering figure which signalled her to get back down.
Okay...steady....steady.. she thought as the mumbles started to die down, replaced with a rummaging sound. She felt his legs tense up a bit, before bending, heading further from her body, with the grip on her waist loosening.
However, before she could take advantage of this lapse, she felt something else come into contact with her. The girl flushed a bright crimson as she felt a pressure on the area between her legs, as something came to rest on it.
"Mmmm....There's my pillow.." she heard Faust mumble, as his arms wrapped around her again, one arm resting on her lower back, and the other resting just along her bottom.
She let out a small moan as she flushed, incredibly pleased, yet worried at the same time. He was...He was using her lap as a pillow, and he was touching her....
Yuno christened this as the best night of her life at this point, as she laid in content for a while.
However, after her brief time in what she believed to be heaven, another problem made itself evident. Faust's head was resting against her, but with the pleasant feeling, came a not so pleasant urge. She hadn't exactly been loading up on drinks, but keeping her mind active at this time of day did require a few beverages with heaping doses of caffiene, and as such, she felt the need to visit the restroom.
And on top of that, Faust's head was putting a fair amount of pressure on her bladder too. So, although she could normally withstand it for long periods of time, she was facing a major handicap this time.
The girl's hips swayed a bit in the bed, as she lowered a hand. She wanted to hold herself, but the boy's head was blocking the way. And it seemed the more she wiggled to get out of his grip, the tighter it got.
"No...don't go pillow..." His voice mumbled, as his head rubbed against her, causing the girl to flush deeply and let out another moan.
She wanted to just let go, but she couldn't! Not with Faust being so...so...close to her!
She wiggled more and more as she snaked a hand down into her pajama pants, holding herself tightly as the boy nuzzled her more.
She clenched herself tightly, the boy's head still moving in to push against her hand and bladder as she squirmed, praying forthe boy's grip on her to lax.
A few more tense minutes passed by, as the girl seemed to dance in the boy's grip, feeling her control slowing waning as she did.
"Uwaahh....Yuno...can't keep it in much longer.." She called as her hand gripped her white panties tightly as she moaned again. All of this activity, focused near her area was getting to be too much.
As the agonizing minutes passed on, Yuno let out a small whimper.
This was it...she was at her limit....
Her hand suddenly felt sticky and warm, as Yuno found herself letting out a louder moan as she clenched.
"No...no no nooo.." she cried out as she felt the warmth again. And again. And again. The girl's body started to quiver as her breathing deepened, a hissing sound starting to fill the room, the girl whimpering with labored breaths as she felt the warmth moving past her hand, and onto her pink pajama pants.
Warmth spread all over her waist as the boy's grip seemed to loosen on her, a few mumbles accompanying the hissing noise.
"....n't......a..n......y.." Faust mumbled in his sleep as his arm went to wipe off his face.
Yuno's face burned with embarassment, as she rolled out of the boy's grip, and hit the floor with a loud THUD, the hissing between her legs continuing as she did.
Panting heavily, Yuno felt her body completely relax as the rest of her urge hissed out of her, soaking her bottoms as she sat in place.
"Th...th...that..." she called to herself between breaths as she waited for her body to finish, before standing up.
Faust seemed to have rolled over again, finding his actual pillow as he went back to snoring again, the girl flushing deeply as she turned around.
"Yuno is glad she wore her pajamas." She cooed to herself as she gathered her clothes and started out, thinking she'd pushed her luck enough for one night.
The next day, Faust grumbled as he rose with a start.
"Man...why do I always wake up with a weird taste in my mouth?" he remarked to himself, as he got out of bed, preparing himself for school as a knocking was heard.
"Is Faust ready for School?" a familiar peppy voice called out.
"Be out in a minute Yuno." Faust called as he started into the bathroom to prepare for the day. Maybe one of these days, he'd figure it out.... |
I didn't write this, but it was written to fulfill a request here.
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It was an experiment, he told himself as he chugged down the glass of tea. Research.
Research of a different kind than he normally did, but research nonetheless.
He refilled the glass from the pitcher he had prepared for the occasion. Then he chugged it down again. Green tea, strong. Since he normally didn’t drink tea (either sake or water, and lately he had discovered a taste for an exotic brew from Water country, coffee), he could expect to experience the full diuretic effect of the brew.
A fourth glass followed, before his stomach protested that it really couldn’t deal with any more liquid for the moment.
With a nod to himself, Jiraiya went back to his latest manuscript of Icha Icha Love-Fest. Now it was time to wait, and that was done best while imagining wonderful plot twists for the catty little heroine Aiko.
Time passed, and Jiraiya drank another two glasses of tea. Aiko discovered that the guy she had thought to be a wonderful lover, was in fact a yakuza crook who wanted to lock her up in one of his brothels.
Jiraiya fidgeted on the chair a bit and went back to describing the patrons of the whorehouse. And if some of them bore a faint resemblance to people he knew, that was a coincidence.
Another glass of tea followed. One liter, and counting. His bladder was counting, too, but so far it was only a slight discomfort that he could easily block out in favor of a raunchy scene where Aiko and Hana had to entertain a customer - completely clothed for now, but making witty conversation laced with tons of subtle innuendo.
More and more often, Jiraiya found himself distracted, found that he was unconsciously tapping his foot, found it more and more impossible to sit still. And he drank yet another glass.
In preparation for the event, he had made more than two liters of tea, and he wasn’t even close to running out of liquid yet. The sight of the half-full jug made him shiver, before he wrestled his mind back to Aiko’s and Hana’s customer. A strapping young lad, who was more than a match for the tongues of the two women combined.
He shifted in his seat, and drank yet another glass. Aiko was getting desperate, and-
No. He crossed out the last sentence and found his hand trembling slightly. What was it that Aiko was? He fidgeted, trying to ignore the way his lower body was starting to clamor for attention. She was coquettish and blushing slightly - and if this wasn’t an experiment, Jiraiya would have high-tailed it to the bathroom by now.
Instead he looked at the pitcher, at the liquid in it, and couldn’t quite bring himself to drink more.
His breathing grew shallower as the unrest and the need spread to his whole body. He clenched his pelvic floor muscles, and for a while it helped. Aiko was hinting at wanting to suck off her customer, and Jiraiya had to clench his hands around the chair he was sitting on to not get up and run to the bathroom, hoping he’d last that long.
Heat rose to his cheeks, and he gasped quietly for air. It was getting bad, his concentration completely shot to hell. His muscle control, too, seeing that he was shivering all over his body.
And something amongst all of that felt good.
He gritted his teeth and hunched over to put as little pressure as possible on his bladder.
It was an absolutely natural reaction to get feelings of arousal mixed in with such a full bladder. For one, the pubococcygeus muscle that could be voluntarily contracted to help support the urethral sphincter, played a big part during ejaculation. For another, a full bladder put pressure on the prostate located directly below it.
He froze when another rush of heat flowed through him, trying to deliberately relax all the muscles that had clenched without his input. Except for the most obvious ones, of course. He wasn’t hard, but he felt as if he should be.
And no, this wasn’t a sign that his team mate had coerced him into reading an anatomy book. Jiraiya’s sex-godhood-ness was self-proclaimed, but at least he took those things seriously. To be the best, one had to know what was there to work with, so he had made it a big point to study the pelvic region very thoroughly. Of both sexes.
And - shit, he should have thought this over, research or not, and Aiko was right in the middle of batting her eyelashes at her customer - in regard to bladders and PC-muscles and prostates, women and men were quite similar. Even if women didn’t call it prostate.
With a trembling hand, he reached for the next glass. He chugged it down trying not to think about it, and cringed almost immediately as another spasm went through him. It left him flushed and panting and incredibly aware of the drawstring that held his pants in place. Even the slightest amount of pressure equaled to torture now.
He twitched his leg, fidgeting on his chair. Moving helped, for a little while. Strong abdominal muscles - not so much. Even if Aiko admired them on her handsome customer. While they ensured that his guts stayed inside during the most insane maneuvers, their well-trained state refused to let them distend as much as they could to make way for his bladder.
He gritted his teeth and ground his pelvis into the chair. Didn’t help much, either. Even breathing grew to be a strain, and he forced himself to sit utterly still, eyes unfocused as his body clamored for attention.
Aiko was - if he gripped the chair any harder, he’d have matchwood in his hands - she was sliding her yukata lower - and Jiraiya touched his abdomen and could feel the hardness of his bladder pressing against his fingers from within - to bare her shoulders.
His bladder protested the slight touch, and he cringed and clenched his muscles for all he was worth and endured the flashes of heat rolling through him continuously now. He reached lower to squeeze the base of his member, but while that brought momentary relief he couldn’t quite find a way to make that work without his hand or his arm or the drawstring of his pants putting any pressure on his hypersensitive abdomen.
To bare her elegant shoulders, and Jiraiya couldn’t concentrate, and some how that mental image of a pale white neck and smooth skin and teasing look mixed with his ramrod-straight desperation, and even though he wasn’t hard, he was hard, and he hastily retreated his hand to grab the seat of his chair in desperation. He gasped and trembled and couldn’t get his mind to work beyond Aiko and her yukata sliding lower and his bladder hurting, and a small bit of liquid forced itself through his control, and he did his best to contain it, but he couldn’t, and more flowed and his pants were growing damp and damper, and he didn’t want to, but it was getting too much, and -
he let go.
Warm-hot liquid splashed across his thighs and wet his front and soaked through to the seat of his pants, and he closed his eyes before they could start to burn. He hunched over in a mixture of humiliation and incredible relief as the urine streamed out of him, and Aiko’s coquettish smile was the very last thing on his mind. For several minutes, he just sat there, feeling his muscles cramp around his empty bladder to wring out even the last bit of liquid. It still felt good, in that afterglow way of orgasm, and yet he hadn’t come at all.
Nonetheless, Jiraiya felt exhausted, physically as well as emotionally. The smell wasn’t too bad; he had consumed enough liquid to dilute the uric acid to minimize the odor. And he had smelled much worse before on the battle fields and in the slums where some of his contacts lived.
But his pants were growing cold, so he eventually forced himself to get up and go to the bathroom, and clean up the mess he had made.
When he stood under the shower afterwards, still in a slight daze, he thought that maybe, if he toned things down a bit, he had the basics for a new volume. Icha Icha Desperation. |
For those interested, this isn't the long one I said I was going to do. This also stars Alexandra and Claire from my first fanfiction, Breaking the Iron Bladder. Both are average-height, slim figures. Alexandra has rich brown hair, and Claire has light-green hair.
Alexandra and Claire were walking into the gym room, getting ready for another sweaty hour working out. "I can't believe Marie talked me into this dare!", Alexandra said. "Oh, cheer up! You look like a princess, which I can't really say about myself.", Claire replied. Yesterday, Marie dared Alexandra to wear her best dress to school and not take it off during gym. The dress was an extremely elegant, light blue floral-print one which went just below her knees. It was very tight-fitting though, hindering her movement. Claire, on the other hand, was wearing a pair of purple gym shorts, which she'd tucked her plain white t-shirt into and some extremely long, white tube socks which had purple stripes. "Relax Claire, you look just fine!", Alex said. "You know, I can still feel those three bottles of lemonade I drank during lunch swashing around inside of me.", Claire said. "Yeah, me too. Why did we both drink so much lemonade anyways?" Claire asked. "Who knows, but it was so good!", Alex replied. "I guess you're right. Plus, it's not like we'll be stuck in here for longer than an hour anyways.", said Claire.
About 10 minutes later, after listening to a rather dull speech, they were running track. Alex however, in her constricting yet ravishing dress, was having quite a hard time even stepping forward. "I'm glad you rejected to wearing heels. That's just going overboard.", Claire told Alex. "I'm glad too. Say, do you feel.. a slight urge.. to go?", Alex asked. "Yeah, I do. It's probably nothing though.", Claire responded. But it was something. With every step they took, that tiny urge began to ever-slowly grow, until about 5 minutes later, still running, it caught the attention of Alex. "The urge is starting to grow. I don't know if I'll be able to make it the entire hour!", Alex said. "Don't worry, we'll both make it to the bathroom. No matter how long we have to endure this!", Claire said.
"It feels like we've been out here an eternity!", Alex said. "I know, and we still have another half an hour left!", Claire said. By now, their urge was to the point of clouding their thoughts. "Mrs. Smith, can me and Alex go to the bathroom?", Claire asked in her best attempt at a puppy dog stare. "Can't it wait?", Mrs. Smith responded. "No! I feel like it's going to come out very soon!", Alex angrily said. "Ugh, fine! Do one more lap and I'll let you two go.", Mrs. Smith said, clearly agitated by the two girls. "I don't know if I can make it another lap in this constrictor of a dress!", Alex whispered to Claire. "I feel sorry for you, girlfriend. I really don't want to get wet again like we did at the drinking contest.", Claire said. "Just, don't talk about water, okay!?", Alex said, holding onto her 'faucet' with both hands. "Fine, but remember, I did drink an extra carton of milk before you showed up at lunch, so I have to go just as bad.", Claire told Alex. "Every step I'm taking feels as if I'm going to burst!", Alex said. "Didn't you just say not to talk about wat - "Yes, I know! I just had to say it!", Alex said, interrupting Claire. A rather mean boy took notice of the two girls desperation, and threw a tennis ball at the back of Claire. The thud caused a small spurt of pee to come out, creating a faintly noticeable wet spot on her gym shorts. "Young man, detention!", Mrs. Smith yelled. The comfort Claire got from knowing the boy didn't get away with it wasn't enough to mask the embarrassment she was feeling. "Remember what you said, Claire. We'll make it!", Alex said with pride. "You're right, we need to keep going!", Claire said with a risen spirit.
Every second felt as if the floodgates were weakening, as if it would all come out in plain sight for so many people to see. At last, however, they made it back to Mrs. Smith. "Well then, I guess you two are free to go! Just don't take too long.", Mrs. Smith told them. They were beaming with happiness, yet whimpering because they were both ready to lose control. "You were right Claire, we would make it!", Alex happily said. "We haven't made it yet.", Claire said. "You go to the right, and I'll go to the left.", Alex said. "Why?", asked Claire. "Because, if we don't make it, we won't be seen together.", Alex said. "Okay then.", Claire said.
Alex got to the front door when a girl blocked her way. "Aww, does the little girl have to go potty?", she said. "I'll let you pass, if you let me tickle you.". "What?!", Alex said, feeling ready to explode. "Okay, fine, but I guess you don't get to go potty then!", the girl said. "Fine, tickle me...", Alex said. Alex then began uncontrollably laughing, however struggling with all her might to hold it in. After about a minute of being tickled, and by some miracle, staying dry, the girl let her pass. As Alex took her first step into the bathroom, she heard a sudden flush, startling her and forming a rather large wet spot on her blue and white striped panties. She couldn't give up now. Every pain-filled step made her cringe, until, at last, she made it to the bathroom door. As she began to open it though, a girl already in the stall, who had forgotten to lock the door, yelled "Do you mind?!" at Alex. Alex then, in horror, jumped back as the flood began. A very visible wet spot formed on her dress, trickling down her legs. Tears began leaking down her face as an enormous puddle began to form below her.
Claire had just made it to the other stall when she bumped into somebody, spurting out another bit of pee. "Watch it, we were here first!", a girl nearly as desperate as Claire said. "How long have you been waiting here?", Claire asked. "Oh, about 3 minutes.", the girl responded. "3 minutes?! I can't hold it in for that long!", Claire said, with her hands pressed to keep the flow from coming too soon. Each second was agonizing, eternal, plain out torture. By the time she got into the bathroom, the sound of the sinks made it even worse. "Just one more person, then I'm in the clear!", she whispered to herself. One of the stalls creaked open, a girl taking her time to leave. A few drops had escaped, and she rushed into the stall. Just as she was about to pull her gym shorts down, the flow came. Claire gave up, letting both her panties, legs and socks get soaked in a warm, yellow stream.
Both of them hiding in a stall, they called each other. "Tonight, let's grab a pizza. I've been through way too much today to not have one.", Alex said. "Agreed", Claire said. |
Here is my first requested story! I have some attachments so you can better picture the girls' outfits, or at least the ones I had a picture of. Enjoy!
Amy sat up in her sleeping bag, not bothering nor daring to fall asleep. She was over at a slumber party at Serena's, but now the girls were fast alseep and Amy was regretting having drinking all that soda eariler. She was too scared to get up and use the bathroom, but being too shy, she didn't have the crouage to wet the bed or go in a cup. She grasped her cat pillow and wiggled around, trying hard not to fall alseep and wet the bed. She looked to her right and saw Lita snoozing softly, her brown locks covering her face a little as she breathed in and out softly. Lita was wearing her white lacy panties to bed with her black jacket unzipped over them while the rest of her clothes layed in a piled heap next to her sleeping bag. Amy wiggled agian and looked at the girl on her right, which was an attractive golden blond haired girl. this girl was named Mina, and a red bow lay crookdly in her hair to keep it in place. Mina was wearing her ruffled pink blouse to bed in place over her bright orange panties. Amy knew that Raye was sleeping in a seprate room and Serena was sleeping in her bed. Amy dropped her pillow onto her bed and reasted her head on it. Do not go to sleep, she willed herself over and over again. She must've lost the battle, because she woke up at 3 AM when a loud clap of thunder woke her. She woke up with a jolt and checked her vital signs to see she was still alive, just merely startled.
She moved her sheets around to make herself more comfterble and almost screamed at the timy dime sized wet spot in her bed. "Oh no, I can't wet the bed! What will my friends think?" she wondered softly. Neither Mina or Lita wke up, so Amy figured she was safe-for now. Amy's sunshine yellow pajaima pants had a small wet spot on the crotch, matching the one on her sleeping bag. Serena moved in bed a little bit, and Amy forced herlsef into her wet, sticky sleeping bag to hide the edvidence.
Serena sat up a little in bed and looked around her room, then seliently removed the quilt and moved across the room and tried to open the door. Amy realized Serena must've locked the door eariler in the night and forgot all about it. Serena kept her blond hair up with two white bows that matched her pink nightgown that had a white collar and bow on the front. Her pink slippers made soft padding sounds as she danced on the carpet, trying to get the door open. Amy sat up higher and watched the blond girl, grasping her crotch and struggling to get the locked door open. "Serena?" Amy asked. "Are you okay?" Serena's eyes widened but she refused to stare the blue-haired girl in the eyes. Still she tried to open the door, dancing on the floor. Mina and Lita were starting to stir from all the noise and asked what had happened as well. "The door is locked, Serena. And the doornob on the other side broke, so there's no way to unlock the door," Amy said, recalling last night's events. Tears welled in Serena's bright blue eyes. "But I can't just wet myself right here!" she cried. She still struggled to open the door.
Mina kicked her way out of her sleeping bag, letting everyone stare at her underwear for a second. "Well, maybe there's something you can use as a subsutite." she said. Amy forgot all about her bladder in the commtion, and then she felt the pain again. She tried getting up but fell on her pillow, releasing hot spurt to run down the back of her legs. Mina was trying to conveince Serena to use one of the empty soda cans, Amy noticed. She was starting to cave....NO! Amy yelled in her head.
She was way to shy to even have the thought of dropping her pants and drawers in front of the girls and going, even if they were her friends. She picked her pillow up and placed it under her so she could ease some pressure. Another hot spurt forced its way out and she grasped her crotch as she wiggled under her blankets so nobody would see her desperate need, which was now very obvoius. Lita had fallen asleep again, but Mina was still trying to convenice Serena into using something other then the toliet.
Amy tried to listen to their converstation, but she soon got so tired she fell alseep with the blankets only half on. She dreamed of swimming in the pool with Michelle on those hot summer days, and how the warm the pool was since they heated it up, and then she imagned she won and was enjoying a steam-filled bath. She woke up to 3 girls screaming and woke up screaming.
"What happened?" she asked, looked around the room. Lita had moved away from Amy's sleeping bag, and at first she thought a crockroach or something else horrid had crawled into her bed, so she moved her blankets getting ready to squish it, but instead she saw a gaint wet spot on her sheets. She screamed, and Mina screamed. Raye rushed into the room and opened the door, even though there wasn't a doornob on the otherside of the door. "Why is everyone screaming? Did someone get hurt?" she asked worridly.
Mina pointed at Amy's sleeping bag and Amy felt everyone's eyes on her. She blushed a red so dark nobody thought possible and burst into tears. "It wasn't my fault! I just drank a lot of soda last night! Please don't get mad at me!" she cried. The girls awed at her. Mina helped Amy up. "It's okay, wetting the bed happens to everyone regardless of age." she soothed. Amy wiped the tears from her eyes using her over-sized pajiama sleeve.
"Really?" she asked. Raye suddenly felt embrassed about coming inside their room wearing nothing but an orange and yellow striped nightshirt. Serena was on the floor, tossing her lumpy skirt around. "Serena, aren't you going to help us clean Amy up?" Lita asked, now fully awake. Serena blushed a little and scooted away, but banged her head on the dresser and the half-empty soda can tobbled and poured its contented all over her, soaking her hair, stickying up her dress, and bring out another visable stain among the soda spill. "Oh my gosh! Serena, you just peed yourself!" Raye laughed, trying to help her up. Serena pushed her away. "Not funny, Raye!" she yelled. "Good thing I left the door open so we can leave." Raye added.
"I can wash the sleeping bag and Amy's pjiamas myself," Serena said. She started to roll up the sleeping bag, and the girls stopped her. "You can hardly cook without making people sick and can't sew a sampler without pricking yourself on the thread! What makes you think you can wash clothes?!" Raye asked her loudly. Serena crossed her arms, tossed her hair and turned away. "I just know that I can. Notice, washing clothes doesn't sicken people nor can I harm myself while doing so." she pointed out. "Maybe I should just do it.....?" Lita asked, traling off. "We don't have time to discuss this. Did you check the time?! Our parents would freak if they found out we were up this late, even if it was a weekend!" Mina screeched.
The clock read 4:15 AM, so the girl knew they were up very late indeed. Lita took the sleeping bag from the floor and started the washing machine while Mina and Raye helped Serena and Amy get ready for a bath. The girls hoped that nobody would find out about their night, and, of crouse, nobody did since the girls are very good at keeping secrtes. |
I've been soo busy lately but today I made some time to sit down and write another story. It isn't completely realistic but it's something I wish would happen :) So anyway here it is.... I hope you like it!
Jenny woke up late for school, when she looked over at the clock she saw that it was already 8:15 and classes started at 9. She hopped out of bed, threw on her school uniform and ran downstairs. Her mother handed her a granola bar and a bottle of water. On the run to school, Jenny managed to drink her whole bottle of water. She ran to her first class and took her seat. Just then the bell rang and her class began. Whewww she thought, that was close.
As she pulled out her books she realized that she hadn’t peed before she left the house and she was already feeling her bladder a little bit. As the class continued her bladder seemed to be filling up fast. As the teacher droned on with his lecture, Jenny started to think. Her bladder was holding all her fluids from last night and a whole bottle of water from just a little while ago. She knew that this was going to be bad. Her classes were an hour long and she would be done the day at 2. As she shifted in her seat she felt her bladder again, she wasn’t worried yet, she knew that she could go to the bathroom during breaks.
After her first class was dismissed, Jenny headed to the bathroom but was stopped by her friend. Without realizing what she was doing she started talking. After about 10 minutes, the bell rang and she headed to class. But as soon as she sat down she felt her bladder and remembered what she was supposed to be doing. This class was the beginning of her bladder beginning to actually hurt. She crossed her legs which seemed to help and finished the class just fine. But during this break she was determined to go to the bathroom before things got bad.
When she went into the hall she headed straight to the bathroom but the closest one was being cleaned so she went up the stairs to the next bathroom. She was waiting in line when the bell rang. She thought about staying but decided against it. Her bladder wasn’t a huge issue at this point and she knew that she would be able to wait another hour. She walked quickly to class and made it just in time. But the fast paced walking had jostled her bladder and she was really feeling it. In this class she had to cross her legs and then switch legs. She knew that this was bad, she really had to go badly.
After her last class Jenny walked to the bathrooms again and stood in line. She did this for the next two periods but was unable to go. She was getting extremely desperate by this point. As she sat down in her last class she wasn’t sure if she could last another hour. Her bladder was getting hard to hold and she felt herself moving around a lot. She would cross her legs then uncross them, then slam her thighs together and none of this worked. She finally found a comfortable position. If she crossed her legs and squeezed them together it took some of the pain away. She looked at the clock, there was ten minutes left. She stared at the clock waiting for relief. Then her bladder spasmed and she was forced to grab her crotch for a second to gain some control. Finally after what felt like forever the bell rang. She got up and walked to the bathroom but the line was longer than ever. She knew if she waited she would surely lose control.
So Jenny started walking home. It was only a 15 minute walk and she prayed that she would be able to hold her pee until she was home. The walk was harder than she thought. She had to stop countless times to get control and with every step she was sure she would lose control. As she entered her neighborhood she got excited, she couldn’t wait to go in the house and pee. She would be the only one home so she wouldn’t get stopped. She quickened her steps. When she reached the door she got out her key and was wriggling around to open the door. She ran inside, threw her book bag on the floor and headed to the bathroom. Just as she reached the door, she saw a sign on the door.
Jenny, the plumbers were here, please don’t use the toilet until 3:30
Love, Mom
As she was reading she was doing a pee pee dance and had her legs slammed together. She couldn’t believe it. Relief was so close and now she had to wait. Jenny hobbled over to the kitchen and looked at the clock, 3pm. She had to wait another thirty minutes. In any other situation 30 minutes wasn’t long at all but in a dire situation like this she was absolutely bursting. Jenny started pacing and was dying. She sat down at the table but was bouncing her legs up and down and rocking back and forth in the chair. This wasn’t working. She got up and started pacing again but had to stop many times to stem the flow. She had her hands cupped on her womanhood and felt like her bladder was going to explode. She sat down again but instead put her heel under her in her vagina and had her hand so her fingers were containing the pee.
The longer she waited the more weak her muscles became. As Jenny repositioned herself she felt a drop of pee escape the lips of her vagina. She shoved her hand harder and gained control. She knew that it was going to be a losing battle if she didn’t go pee soon. She looked over at the clock; 3:25. She had just five minutes and she was determined to make it to the toilet. But just then she felt a squirt escape. She clamped harder and stood up. She started jumping around trying to gain control. She could feel all the liquid at the tip of her vagina waiting to escape. She walked to the bathroom and tuned the knob. She walked inside and the sight of the toilet made her need increase. She stood before it wondering how she was going to get her skirt and panties down. She crossed her legs and ripped her panties and her skirt down in one swift motion. She then slowly walked to the toilet holding her crotch and before she could even sit down her body exploded. With her hands still cupped her pee streamed out of her. She sat down and felt her body completely give up. |
(A/N: I've finally got around to writing an omorashi fic! ...albeit this is simply the start of what I hope will be a multi-chaptered fic that will not die on me.
Firstly; this fic was inspired by Ziroyuki's 'Wet Note' fic and I do not own this idea; I only own the idea to use Pokemon characters instead of original ones.
Secondly; the focus of this fic will be on the various Non Player Characters in the Pokemon Games (and possibly the manga) and will be either Gym Leaders, Elite Four members or other trainers like Eusine, Silver, etc.
Thirdly; this fic will also contain both male and female desperation and wetting.
Disclaimer: I own neither Wet Note or Pokemon. I simply write this for the omo~
That being said; onto the fic!
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“...and don’t touch anything while I’m gone. I do not want my study a mess like last time.”
Will yawned as he listened to Lucian lecture him about the study the two of them were currently in, already bored out of his mind as the elder psychic prattled on.
“Furthermore-are you even listening Will?” Lucian asked, irritation evident in his tone as Will gave him a bored look.
“’Don’t touch anything Will’, ‘You’re going to break it Will’, ‘You’re so irresponsible Will’,” the younger said, mimicking his brother’s lecturing tone with his own, higher pitched version. “I get it already!”
Lucian sighed. “I knew I should’ve got Aaron to do this instead.”
“Well he’s with Bugsy right now and you don’t trust Flint, Cynthia or Bertha apparently so you call me all the way from Johto just to babysit a pile of books,” Will replied, sounding like someone who has suffered a great ordeal which earned an eye roll from Lucian.
“Just don’t do anything stupid,” the elder said, turning and walking out the door as Will stared at him in offence.
“That was one time! And it was Karen’s fault!” he said indignantly as Lucian closed the door on him.
“Fine, be a priss then,” Will muttered before turning to look at the other’s vast collection of assorted books. “Now let’s see what dirt he’s hiding!” With that the violet-haired psychic walked over to the nearest bookshelf, pulling out book after book and tossing it onto the floor while offering his own brand of criticism.
“Boring, crap, trashy romance novel, yaoi porn-wait he has stuff like this?” Will asked in slight amazement, looking at the rather graphic manga in his hands with an almost mischievous grin.
“Oh wait ‘till I show everyone this,” Will said, snickering as he set the book to the side before resuming his search. After a few more minutes of fruitless searching, Will pulled away from the shelf with an irritated sigh.
“He has to have something here that isn’t crap!” he said as he moved to another bookshelf, determined to find something which was probably never there in the first place. “I mean he has to have something more than just trashy Fabio-what’s his name novel- hey what is this?” Standing there in the middle of a bookshelf was a small, leather bound black book with gold lettering that Will had never seen before.
“Now we’re talking!” he said, grinning as he took the book from the shelf and turning it to the front where, written in gold lettering, were the words ‘Wet Note’.
“Eeh? What’s a ‘Wet Note’?” Will asked himself, flipping the book open to reveal a notebook of sorts with a list of instructions.
“’How to use this Wet Note’” he read aloud as his eyes scanned the list of instructions on the page.
List of Instructions:
-The person whose name is written in this book shall lose control of their bladder.
-This note will not work unless the owner of said note has the victim’s face in mind when writing his or her name. This is to prevent more than one person of the same name to wet at the same time.
-If the cause of the accident is not recorded within the first forty seconds of writing the name, it will happen.
-If the details of the aforementioned accident are not specified, the victim will simply lose control then and there.
-If the situation and details are written within the aforementioned time frame in point two, it shall happen.
“...This seems pretty messed up, even for Lucian,” Will muttered, re-reading the instructions again to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. “Why would he want a notebook that makes people wet themselves...unless...” Will smirked deviously. “I knew he had an omorashi fetish! And he thought I wouldn’t figure it out...”
Just then the sound of humming could be heard from the hallway, prompting Will to shut the notebook quickly as Cynthia peered into the study.
“Is Lucian here?” she asked, looking to Will with a smile, “I was wanting to borrow some of his books on Sinnoh legends again.”
“I’m afraid you just missed him; he left a few minutes ago.”
“Ah; he probably went to the Canalave Library again,” she replied, looking around the now messy study. “You should really clean this up before he gets back,” Cynthia suggested, pulling her head out of the study to continue the long walk to her room, leaving Will standing there with the Wet Note behind his back.
“Hm...even though this is probably a hoax...” he murmured to himself, pulling the notebook out in front of him again, his devious grin returning. “It wouldn’t hurt to try it out~ Just think of how much fun I could have with this~”
With his decision in mind, Will left the room to pursue the blonde champion as the notebook’s first victim.
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A/N: I apologise for the lack of wetting but I really didn't want to rush through the omorashi scenes and ruin the prologue and the fic in the long run.
Chapter two will be up when I have more time to write a detailed omorashi scene! >_< |
Author's note: And finally, after weeks of waiting, chapter two is here! 8D Chapter three is currently in the planning stages and will be written whenever I get around to it.
In the meantime, here's chapter two to keep you entertained!
Note: This is my first attempt at writing female desperation and wetting, so all concrit is welcome!
Warnings: Female desperation and wetting! Hints of yaoi pairings (Flint/Aaron) in there as well, along with hints of Snazzyshipping (Lucian/Cynthia).
Summary: Cynthia, Champion of Sinnoh, deals with the pains of holding, and the embarassment of giving in. All thanks to a little black book and one, devious little psychic.
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As Will followed his first victim, Cynthia was already approaching her room, intent on finishing some paperwork and research that cluttered her desk. Contrary to what most people would think, Cynthia’s room wasn’t all glitz and glamour; there were bookshelves with their contents stacked so high, that it could rival Lucian’s study; various objects, artefacts, and trinkets were scattered here and there, making the room even more of a mess than it already was, along with various papers and research which littered the floor.
In short: it was an absolute mess.
Cynthia, however, didn’t mind as she took her seat at her desk, immediately pulling a stack of papers towards her as she set to work. After a few minutes of reading, Cynthia soon found herself completely zoned out, focusing on nothing but the papers before her, which gave Will the opportunity he was waiting for.
Perfect~ she’s distracted, he thought to himself, peering into the room with a small smirk before disappearing behind the door. He then took out the notebook, flicking it open to the next blank page. Let’s see if this really works. Taking a moment to think, Will soon took out a pen, taken from Lance’s office since all of his ‘mysteriously’ disappeared, (and before you ask; no he did not use them as projectiles or darts, regardless of the various pens that remained pinned to one of his walls), and wrote down his first victim.
‘Cynthia. After five minutes of researching, she will begin to feel an urge to go. This urge will then increase gradually over the next five minutes, until she decides to go to the bathroom. The bathroom, however, will be occupied and she will be forced to return to her room. There, she will struggle to hold for exactly five minutes, before sinking to the floor in defeat and wetting herself.’
This had better be enough description, Will thought to himself, double checking the rules to see if he followed them correctly. Once he was confident that all was in order, Will tucked the book away and settled in to watch the show.
Sure enough, after exactly five more minutes of researching, Cynthia felt a slight twinge in her bladder. That’s weird. I could’ve sworn I went a few hours ago, Cynthia thought to herself, now puzzled by her slight urge. Deciding to dismiss it and tend to it later, Cynthia turned back to the research at hand, once again becoming absorbed into her work.
This concentration, however, didn’t last long, for the slight urge she felt earlier started to grow rather quickly.
Damnit all! She thought angrily, shifting in her seat in order to lessen the pressure in her abdomen, as well as lessen the urge. After realizing that that plan wouldn’t work, Cynthia took to pressing her thighs together, rubbing them slightly in the hopes that it would work. And it did; for all of five seconds. The pressure, by now, was getting rather uncomfortable, causing the blonde champion to fidget and squirm in her seat, her research all but forgotten due to her now pressing urge.
With an irritated sigh, Cynthia rose from her chair and headed out the door, Will scrambling away and hiding in a nearby closet so as to not get caught by the champion. Managing to somehow keep her clam composure, Cynthia walked down the hall, her slightly slower than normal pace the only sign of discomfort she gave as her bladder continued to fill.
By the time she arrived outside the bathroom door, Cynthia’s bladder was already at its limit and continuing to fill, causing her posture to become rigid and tense, thighs pressed tightly together as she reached up to knock on the door.
Before she could, however, two voices became audible from the other side of the door.
“Don’t put it there, idiot!” Aaron exclaimed as shuffling sounds could be heard from inside.
“But it’s supposed to go there! It’s in the instructions!” Flint retorted, earning a smack from the young bug-type elite. “Ow! What was that for?!”
“You have it upside down! And it’s pressing into me because it’s so big!” Cynthia decided that, while it would be amusing to listen to this all the way through (and have it for blackmail purposes), there were more pressing matters to attend to as her bladder gave a small, but still painful spasm, prompting the champion to either hurry up or she would wet herself. With this in mind, she knocked on the bathroom door.
“What are you doing in there?” she called, now shifting from foot to foot, “you’re tying up the bathroom and some of us need to use it.”
“We’re almost done, so hold your ponyta!” Flint all but growled, intent on finishing whatever it was he was doing. “If Aaron wasn’t so slow-“
“Excuse me?! I’m not the one with the instructions upside down!” Aaron retorted; anger in his tone as the two proceeded to get into yet another lover’s spat.
“Well could you hurry it up? Some of us have to go,” Cynthia told them again, barely managing to suppress a gasp as another spasm wracked her curvy frame.
“You can hold it for five minutes, can’t you?!” Flint replied, now sounding rather pissed off as Aaron continued to rant at him.
Realizing that the two weren’t going to stop for some time, Cynthia turned and headed back to her room, her posture now more rigid than before.
It’s alright; I can hold it for a little longer, she told herself, now more confident as she entered her room. She was a woman in her mid-twenties and, as such, should be able to hold her urine with little to no problem. This theory, however, was soon shot down as a third spasm made itself known; this one sending a small spurt into her panties and prompting the blonde to thrust her hands into her crotch. Now the stage was set for the final act of Will’s plan, the psychic soon leaving the closet and creeping over to the door. Peering into the room, Will watched, in sheer delight, as his plan came into fruitation; Cynthia now squirming about, hands holding onto her womanhood as tight as they could in order to hold her pee. Cynthia, however, was not having as much fun; the pain in her now swollen bladder was at the forefront of her mind, along with the intense sensation to pee. She could feel it at the edge of her womanhood, threatening to spill out at any second.
Damn, damn, damn! She thought angrily, wincing as her bladder let out another spurt of hot pee into her panties. You have to hold on a little while longer!
This, however, would not be possible. As the end of the last five minutes approached, it took everything Cynthia had not to go right then and there. Her hands were now digging into her pee hole, her thighs squishing her hands as she held onto her womanhood tightly. Even this was no longer enough, the spasms and spurts now becoming so frequent that Cynthia could feel her hands becoming wet and her body sinking to the floor. Just a little longer, please..! She thought desperately, now squirming about on the floor as another hot jet of pee escaped; this one longer then the last and the last straw for her now weak and sore bladder. The small spurt of pee soon turned into a stream, the hot liquid seeping between her fingers as it soaked her panties and cascaded downwards, forming into a small puddle underneath her. Cynthia could only watch as her dark, black pants became saturated in pee, her panties most likely now beyond repair as the torrent of pee continued for another few minutes. When all was said and done, the blonde champion now sat in a puddle of her own pee, having just wet herself like a small child.
“W-why?” she muttered, letting her emotions get to her as tears slowly made their way down her cheeks.
Will, on the other hand, grinned to himself as he stared at the book. “It really does work,” he murmured softly to himself, more devious ideas starting to take root in his mind. He would’ve kept standing there, had he not sensed a familiar presence heading towards him.
Shit! He thought, ducking back into the closet as Lucian turned the corner, the taller sensing something amiss when Will wasn’t in his study like he told the younger to do. His thoughts were soon interrupted by soft sobs coming from the champion’s study. Peering into the room, Lucian’s eyes widened as he saw Cynthia in the middle of the room, on her knees in defeat as a golden puddle lay beneath her.
“Cynthia..?” Lucian asked softly, entering the room as the blonde’s tears increased.
“D-don’t look!” she said, now humiliated beyond words as a strong set of arms wrapped around her in a comforting embrace.
“Ssh; it’s alright,” Lucian murmured, rubbing soothing circles into her back as the champion collapsed against him.
“I-I just wet myself like a child,” she whispered, not fully believing what happened.
“Accidents happen,” he replied, still holding Cynthia comfortingly as he thought the whole event over in his mind. Could this have to do with Will not being in his study? Was this another one of his foolish pranks? Lucian didn’t know. What he did know, however, was that he had to keep a closer eye on his little brother, just in case he was, in fact, connected to this event somehow.
This was made more apparent as he sensed Will teleport away from nearby; no doubt on his way back to Johto to cause god knows what kind of mayhem.
First thing first: tend to Cynthia and her accident. |
This is my first omorashi fic, it does feature male desperation, wetting and slash (yaoi). The two main characters are Joseph Gao and Lenny Berkowitz. Joseph is a somewhat short but commanding Asian crossdresser, and Lenny is a medium height and very submissive blonde gothic boy. Please enjoy the product of my day home alone. :3
-Silvery-
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Lenny walked through the cafeteria with a tray of school food, or as Joseph would put it, not food. A white bell sleeve with black trim shot up in the air and waved back and forth. Lenny scurried over to the table and sat down.
"Nya~," Joseph sang out smiling and rubbing his head against Lenny's shoulder like a cat. Lenny stroked the boy's hair.
"Hi, kitty," He said playing with the long chunks of hair near Joseph's chest. (Think reverse mullet :3) Then taking a bite of "pizza".
"How can you eat that crap?" Joseph asked making a disgusted face. Lenny shrugged.
"I can eat anything when hungry."
"Gross," Joseph mumbled watching Lenny scarf down the not food and chug the not milk.
"Ah~," Lenny sighed, Joseph went back to picking at his food silently, students were not permitted to bring lunch, in case of allergies or whatever. He pushed his tray forward, not caring if he would be hungry later, no way was he eating that.
"You can have it," Joseph mumbled as if reading Lenny's mind. The other lit up, but only grabbed Joseph's water bottle, which was filled with school made iced tea. Joseph had once stated that it tasted like hard water with iced tea powder mixed in. Joseph made a face as he watched the taller boy drink it, but in truth it tasted better than milk.
Ring Ring
"I'll see you after school," Joseph mumbled before getting up and walking away. Lenny stood up and walked to class, the two had last lunch so there was only one class left before he could go home...well to Joseph's home...even though that was his home, technically.
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"Okay kids, today we're going to be taking the Vietnam test," Ms. Bershadensky, the fudgy Russian history teacher said, passing out the test, it was three pages long, front and back.
Lenny groaned inwardly as he read the test, he was never a history buff. He started filling in the answers.
Name one leader of the South Vietnamese Anti-Communist Forces
He thought back to the study session Joseph had done with him, and almost as if his hand were guided by his thoughts, he wrote down :
Thieu Van Nguyen
Who wrote the Vietnamese Declaration of Independence?
Ho Chi Minh
Lenny continued blindly writing answers, and before he knew it, he'd finished the test and class was over. He heard a few people groan, most likely the people that hadn't finished the test, and wouldn't have a chance to.
"I'm surprised, Mr. Berkowitz," Ms. Bershadensky said smiling, "You never finish your tests."
"Thanks," Lenny mumbled and walked out of the room towards his locker, as he did he felt a slight pressure in his abdomen. He looked at his phone, he didn't have time to stop to use the bathroom, or he'd miss the train, he chewed his lip nervously and quickly threw his stuff into his back pack.
'No worries,' He thought to himself, 'It's not that urgent.'
"Lenny~!" Came the airy voice of Joseph, who was briskly walking towards Lenny and playing with the hem of his dress.
"Hey!" Lenny said forgetting his need completely as the two walked towards the train station. Lenny reached out and took the shorter boy's hand, who blushed and smiled. They got to the train station in record time, "One ticket please," Lenny said. The clerk looked at Joseph.
"How old are you?" She asked.
"Twelve ma'am," Joseph lied, the woman looked suspicious but she couldn't really question the two.
"Okay," she sighed and began to print out a ticket. Suddenly the machine made a whirring noise and stopped. Joseph covered his nose after smelling the burnt out machine's fumes. The woman sighed and began to try to fix it, as if this happened all the time. Lenny felt the pressure in his abdomen return, stronger than before.
"How long is this going to take?" He asked shifting his weight to his left foot.
"Not long..." The woman sighed, "This there and that there, pull this and...done..." she hit the print button and the ticket popped out, she handed it to Lenny.
"You girls have a safe trip," She called after them, Lenny grimaced. He didn't like being mistaken for a girl.
"Oh calm down," Joseph said squeezing his hand, "Take it as a compliment, girls are pretty!"
"Yeah, yeah..." Lenny grumbled feeling less than comfortable
'It's only a fifteen minute train ride,' He told himself, placing a hand over his abdomen, 'You'll be fine.'
The train started to move, Joseph was humming a song with his eyes closed as he swayed with the movement of the train. Lenny could feel his bladder filling, he moved his legs closer together. Joseph opened his eyes and looked at Lenny.
"You okay?" He asked, "Your face is all red."
"I-I'm fine!" Lenny stuttered squeezing his legs together a little. Joseph shrugged, the train hit a bump. Lenny nearly groaned as the motion hit his bladder and he nearly fell over.
"Y'Know," Joseph said looking concerned, "If you stand like that you're balance will be off," He said motioning to Lenny's legs.
"It's fine," Lenny sighed, Joseph sighed. Lenny was stubborn, he never bothered others with his problems.
"Okay then," Joseph said, putting in head phones on, and started sort of dancing and singing, "He started winking, and oh it got me thinking, about all that dirty shit I did last weekend~"
Lenny wanted to tell him to stop, Joseph knew that Lenny found this kind of thing sexy, but the younger boy looked so happy he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"If tomorrow never comes, well at least we had fun, so drink up, drink up, Live Fast, Die Young!" The small Asian was shaking his slim hips with beat that Lenny knew all too well. He shifted his weight from foot to foot as he felt the pressure increase. The train stopped, Lenny whined as the movement jolted his bladder. He dragged the little dress-clad boy off the train much faster than said dress-clad boy would have liked.
"Come on," Lenny grunted, Joseph looked at him. Lenny was shifting his weight from foot to foot and awkwardly shuffling his feet.
"Bạn phải sử dụng phòng tắm?[1]" Joseph asked, Lenny wasn't the greatest Vietnamese speaker in the world, but he understood the question.
"Daa," Lenny responded. Joseph looked worried, before taking the lead and walking quicker.
"Có thể bạn giữ nó?" Joseph asked softly.
"Toi khong biet..." Lenny mumbled, Joseph pulled his hand a little.
"Come on," Joseph said hurriedly. Lenny groaned as his bladder spasmed. He followed Joseph obediently.
"Ah..AH!" Lenny stopped, doubled over holding his crotch. Joseph watched him sympathetically. Lenny regained his composure and the two continued.
'No...no...this can't be happening,' Lenny thought to himself, tears forming in his eyes as his bladder spasmed again.
"It hurts..." He whimpered, Joseph took his other hand.
"Come on, we're home, we just have to get upstairs..." Joseph said pulling Lenny into the apartment complex. The two scurried over to the elevator and pressed the button.
"Sorry kids, elevator's down," The doorman said.
"What?" Lenny squeaked, Joseph sighed and bolted towards the stairs with Lenny in tow. Two flights of stairs later, Lenny was on the edge of tears and holding himself with both hands.
"Come on, we're almost there," Joseph said comfortingly, Lenny shook his head.
"I can't do it..." He mumbled, the pressure in his bladder had become nearly unbearable.
"Yes you can," Joseph urged, but as soon as Lenny took a step he felt a spurt soak his underwear.
"I can't, I can't," He cried out, his face red and a few tears ran down his cheeks. He felt his bladder spasm and squeezed his crotch trying to hold back the inevitable flood. Joseph watched as Lenny sank to the floor still holding himself tightly.
"Come on, get up, we're almost there," Joseph urged, Lenny shook his head, knowing that if he moved he was going to wet himself. He felt another spurt soak through his underwear and get caught by the thick denim of his jeans.
"I can't hold it anymore," He whispered clutching himself tightly, he felt another spurt leak into his pants, this time he couldn't regain control though.
"...No...Nooo..." He moaned as the stream grew stronger and stronger. Joseph watched silently and sympathetically as the blonde wet himself in the middle of the hall.
"...Stop..." Lenny mumbled to his body, even though he knew it would do nothing. The puddle beneath him was growing as fast as the shame in his chest. Though he couldn't deny that it felt good and relieving. He sighed as the stream slowed, then stopped.
"L-Lenny..."
"You must hate me now..." Lenny mumbled sniffling, he looked up when he heard a small splashing sound. Joseph was standing barefoot directly in front of him.
"I could never hate you," Joseph said, Lenny looked down at the floor, "Look at me."
"Wha-mph!" Lenny was cut off as Joseph kissed him tenderly.
"Shut up, and let's go before someone sees this," Joseph said smiling holding his hand out for Lenny to take.
"Now your feet are wet," Lenny sniffled, Joseph shook his head.
"It's fine," He said picking his shoes up with one hand, and holding Lenny's hand with the other. They got to the door and Joseph put his shoes down before pulling a key out of one of them and unlocking the door, "Go take a shower," he said slapping the boy's wet bottom, "I'll even come with you if you want," He smirked and winked.
"Uhm, uh, that, uhm, uh...won't be necessary?" Lenny stuttered blushing.
"If you say so," Joseph said shrugging, and walking towards their bedroom.
"Actually..I'd...I'd like that," Lenny mumbled just audible to Joseph who turned around slowly.
"I knew you'd come to your senses."
--The End--
:3 My first Omorashi fic, be nice pwease... no flames please.... hope you enjoyed :3 ;o; |
Susan woke up at exactly quarter to 7, it being the weekend. "Ahhhh, it's so nice and refreshing to wake up early!" she called, even though nobody else was in her room. She felt a deep urge to urinate, having just woken up. "Ugh," she said, "If I go to the bathroom, I'll miss my show!" She cursed the television program for having animes she actually liked to watch so damn early in the morning. She jumped out of bed and sat in front of the TV in her room. She was one of the lucky few teens to have TVs in their rooms, and hers was a flat screen with a DVD player, so it was even better. She didn't bother dressing or to even put her robe on so she wouldn't miss a second. She sat on her knees, wearing nothing but a white lacy bra and panties and her hair was kept up with two small red bows. Susan smiled and turned on the TV, ignoring the growing pain in her bladder. She saw the TVY7 symbol on the TV and the theme song started. She shivered in her underwear but didn't dare to go turn on the heater and miss the new episode. "Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight," the girl sung. Susan loved the song but hated how the girl singing it sounded like a 9 or 10 year old, maybe even younger. She squirmed a little as the pain grew bigger. The title flashed on the screen in big pastel letters and Susan fell back in surprise. A spurt of pee dampened the front of her panties. "Stupid anime writers!" she yelled, not knowing whose idea it was to have huge letters pop out on screen.
She grasped her crotch and focused on the screen, but the pain in her bladder made it hard to focus on the characters. "Serena, don't eat all-" "We have the whole weekend to do whatever we want, Amara-" "Hey, watch it Meat-Ball Head!" She only heard half of what each character said. She stood up and danced around the room, her eyes still glued to the screen as she snapped her bra straps onto her skin to focus on that pain and not the pain in her bladder. She stared at her clock while bending over and grasping her crotch. "I've only been watching for 10 minutes?!" she cried. She knew a good 20 minutes were still ahead of her, maybe more. She sat on her knees again, slapping her bra straps and trying so hard to focus on the screen, but she just saw blurred colors through her tears. She grasped her crotch and bounced up and down, hot, salty tears pouring from her eyes. She glanced at the clock but she had only been watching for 15 minutes. She got up and danced around, grasping her crotch and crossing her legs while still focusing on the TV. She loosened the grip on her crotch and sat back down, snapping her bra straps. The flood started and she held it back with one finger but nothing helped. It came anyway, and since her finger was jammed up there, the spray jetted in various directions, spraying her face, her stomach and making a huge mess on the floor. She sighed as the peeing ceased right as the end credits started.
She stood up and grabbed a mop from the closet and mopped the hard wood floor up. She stared at her hot, steamy, and shining skin. She stripped her bra and panties off and tossed them in the dirty clothes, not caring what her mom thought once she found them. She removed the bows and shook her hair out. She climbed into the bath and sighed happily as the warm water covered her body with warm bubbles and soap. She closed her eyes and relaxed herself for a second, forgetting all about her accident. She washed her body, taking extra time to wash her girlhood since it was still sticky and sweaty from peeing on herself. She drained the water and dried herself off and did everything else she did to start the day. She brushed her still sopping wet hair and placed it up in a messy bun with chopsticks stuck in it at weird angles. Her underwear was a black lacy bra and panties with pink bows on them. She put on a navy blue blouse and placed a silk red tie over it. She put on a black leather pencil skirt with a skirt cut in the back. She also put on black tights and navy blue flats. She grabbed her books and dashed out the door. "Bye mom! I'm going to work!" she cried and slammed the door shut before her mom answered.
Susan had a part-time job at an office building as an aid for the other workers, making copies, delivering papers to people and other small jobs. It wasn't easy but someone had to do them. She ran down the sidewalk and signed for a bus since she didn't have enough time to walk all the way down to the office today. The bus took her straight to the office building, but as she started to get off, the bus started up again and turned a corner. Susan was confused since she was positive that this was the right bus. She tapped on the driver's shoulder. "Pardon me?" she asked politely. "Weren't you supposed to stop over at that office building?" The driver eyed her. "Well miss, I'm sorry if you were too lazy to read the sign, but we don't stop there." he stated. Susan's stomach dropped. She tapped the driver again. "But I did check and I'm positive the bus was supposed to stop there." she said. "Now miss, if you don't take your seat right now, then I shall kick you off this bus and then you really will be in trouble. Understand?" he asked. Susan had no time to argue as she felt her bladder filling up once again from all the orange juice she drank that morning. "Understand?" the driver asked again. Susan nodded. "Yeah, I understand. I'll go take my seat." She sighed as she settled back into her seat. She puckered her lips and stared out the window while crossing her legs. The last stop was about a mile away from her office and she was already so late anyway, she was about to get fired if she dallied. She grabbed her books and rushed off the bus before the driver shut the doors.
She stepped inside the office and signed in. She set her books onto her desk and walked around, looking for people who needed her help. All she could hear were ringing telephones and keyboard keys flying. Other then that, it was dead quiet. She got a drink from the cooler and wiped her mouth off just as she spotted Claire running towards her. Claire was known throughout the district as Clarinet, for she played one in her school band for 8 years. She gasped and bent over when she reached Susan.
"Susan, could you take these papers over to the copier and make some copies for me? Thanks!" she called without hearing Susan's response. Susan danced around but made her way over to the copier. She pushed the button but it didn't respond. Susan kept pushing it in anger while grasping her crotch. "Stupid darn machine!" she yelled and thanked God that nobody heard her. Her bladder got even more full and she was so desperate to just pull her skirt up and go right there, but she was way too proper and refined to even think of such a thing. She started punching the button and still nothing happened. Another woman, dressed in a Japanese suit, walked in and removed Susan's papers and started copying her own. The woman had her hair up in a bun and pink lipstick on her mouth and she stood there texting on her phone, waiting for her papers.
Susan tapped the woman's shoulder. "Pardon me," she asked. "Could you copy my papers real quick? I need to freshen up." The woman nodded and took her papers off. Susan thanked her and rushed off to the girls' room. She tried to open the door, and, to her dismay, found it locked. She saw the Closed For Cleaning sign right above her head. She sighed and crossed her legs. She rushed off and grabbed the papers and books and took them to Claire.
Claire was on the phone and didn't see that Susan was bent over, holding her crotch and wiggling. Claire hung the phone up and took the papers from Susan without a word. "Hey, Clarinet?" Susan asked and Claire spun around. "The girls' room is closed for cleaning and I'm kinda having a problem." Claire blinked. "Do you think you could tell me another option of reaching the bathroom?" Susan continued. Claire pushed a red blinking button on the phone and answered her friend. "No, but maybe you could use my coffee mug. I'm not a fan of coffee, so I just keep it on my desk so people think I drink it. You can go hide in the alley or something, then empty it out when you're done." She slipped Susan the mug, but Susan had a hard time holding it in her need. "Thanks."
Claire nodded, then answered the phone. Susan walked as slowly as she could, trying to balance both the mug and her 2 books, plus all the OJ and water in her almost-full bladder. She placed the coffee mug on a table while she pulled her stocking up so it wouldn't droop, but she dropped her books and as she stooped down to pick them up, she lost her balance and fell.
The impact hit her bladder hard and the flow started. The urine splashed and splashed into her panties and flowed down into her stockings and into her shoes. It made a small puddle where Susan was sitting, and since she had her legs up, everyone had a full view of her humiliation. The urine stopped with one loud hiss just as Claire pushed her way through the crowd. "Oh, no Susan! You didn't make it, did you?" Susan blushed and her friend helped her up as the crowd cleared.
"You can come to my house to clean up so your mom doesn't find out," Claire offered. Susan smiled. "Okay, but I soaked my panties this morning, so I don't think she'd really care now." The girls laughed and stepped out into the sunlight together. |
Authors Note-
Hello everyone this is a story I have been working on for a few weeks and although the build up is very slow and the story itself is very lengthy I hope you will still find it enjoyable. Please feel free to leave any suggestions as to what direction you would like to see the story go or any comments regarding how I should improve it. Thanks and enjoy.
Warnings: Wetting, Nudity
Chapter 1-
Nearly a year had passed since Cloud City, and Leia still felt trapped. Although she wasn't the one who had been imprisoned in a carbonite tomb, she often wished their positions had been reversed. She wished it was her that Vader chose to test in the carbon freeze chamber, and that Han would have been in her position. For if it were Han coming to the rescue, Leia knew that the scoundrel would conjure up some insane plan that no one in his right mind would attempt. And Han somehow would have pulled it off... as he always had.
Unfortunately, Leia didn't have the luxury of waiting to be rescued, for the prison which trapped her was one of her own guilt. Despite her every desire to rescue Han from Jabba in the last year, after having failed to stop Boba Fett on two occasions, other matters in the galaxy emerged of which took greater priority. Still an important figure within the Alliance, Leia knew that she couldn't just drop her responsibilities so she could rescue one man. Much more was at stake than one life, even if it were Han's.
But that did little to ease the pain in her heart. Leia couldn't remember the last time she had a restful sleep since that terrible day. His voice continued to echo in her mind. She could not escape that moment. Far from the uncaring smuggler she mistook him for on the Death Star, he turned out to be one of the most honorable people she would ever come to know. In its own way, that moment on Cloud City was the first time she felt a loss greater than of Alderaan.
And despite her best hope that time could ease that pain, the sight of Han's likeness etched upon his carbonite prison only seemed to torment her further... some wounds didn't heal with time. For Han wasn't dead, but Leia sometimes almost wished that he were... so that she could accept his loss and then move on. To lose Han in that manner was like having a knife embedded in her flesh and having to leave it alone until she knew it was safe to remove it. And despite her better judgment, Leia felt that she couldn't wait any longer. The plan was for her and Lando to wait for Luke before either of them acted, but Leia didn't know how else to keep her sanity while she stared an opportunity right in the eye. She was determined to save Han the first chance she got.
Leia knew that releasing him from the carbonite didn't follow the plan they all agreed to follow, but just being in Han's presence again seemed to overwhelm her mind. It became unbearable to just wait when she knew she could save him. So while everyone else slept, Leia graced the hallways of Jabba's palace.
Hidden behind the guise of the bounty hunter known as Boushh, She carefully navigated a clear path from an exit all the way back to the throne room. With each passing step, her anxiety and her excitement grew. Having found no guards standing between Han and his freedom, Leia entered the throne room. Carefully scanning the chamber, she wanted to confirm beyond any doubt that their path was clear before committing herself.
Suddenly she heard a loud clatter against the back of her helmet. To her shock and surprise, Leia realized she had run into a set of decorative chimes dangling from the ceiling. The helmet offered great visibility for the wearer in the low light and infrared spectrum, but its peripheral vision was horrible. She desperately extended her hand to grab hold of the pieces, as to stop them from rattling.
Having realized her own anxiety, Leia froze where she stood. Fearing that the noise she had created may have drawn unwanted attention, the young woman braced herself for whatever came next. If those chimes had alerted anyone in the palace... she heard nothing. Very gently and quietly, she sighed in relief, only to turn her focus upon the dreaded block of carbonite suspended on the far side of the chamber.
She took only the briefest of moments to acknowledge Han's presence, almost as if to silently tell him that she was there. Leia went for the control panel on the wall, lowering the block to the floor. When the carbonite prison hit the floor with a hard thud, it suddenly slammed into the wall with an even louder clash. Leia realized she had made a mistake, but had committed herself to saving Han. From the enhanced audio input of her helmet's ear piece, she heard commotion.
Although she couldn't make out exactly she stirred up in that moment, the sounds weren't much louder than a normal conversation. Leia almost believed she heard repressed voices, whispering, and shushing noises from just outside the chamber... but she was determined not to let this opportunity get passed her. If they were quick, both she and Han could escape before anyone realized what had happened.
Having been briefed by Lando on configuring the life support controls to bring the victim out of carbon freeze hibernation, Leia punched in the right keys and stepped away. She watched a screen which flashed red to indicate Han's heart rate... pulsing ever so slowly. Leia watched as Han's heart slowly came back to life, stimulated by the prison's life support system. Lando said that if the thawing process hadn't started within 30 seconds, that it would abort and put the victim back into hibernation.
Watching as the screen pulsed ever so slowly made Leia's heart ache. If Han's vitals couldn't be restored within 30 seconds... her anxiety grew with each passing second. If the life support couldn't restore Han, then the only chance of safely reviving Han would have meant getting him to a Republic hospital. And that would have taken days. She eagerly watched in the hope that his heart would start beating on its own.
After the seventh pulse, Leia saw only that green screen again. Just as she was about to close her eyes in despair, the screen turned red again, almost a full second before the last pulse. Her excitement only growing as the pulse rate steadily escalated, Leia sighed with great relief, for Han was soon to be free of the carbonite.
Once the computer determined his vitals were stable, everything after that happened automatically. Leia stepped back and watched as Han's figure began to turn red, a sign that the carbonite casing had begun breaking down. Leia suddenly began to fear, as the red glow became ever brighter to the eye, that the thawing process might inflict serious burns upon its victim. Leia feared that the Empire might not have considered the injuries of the thawing process, as they merely sought a means to freeze someone alive.
But as the red glow diminished, and the carbonite dissolved, there was Han... alive and well. As he seemingly jumped right at her, Leia caught him, lowering the Correllian smuggler to the floor. Although she had wanted to embrace him right there, Han actually proved so heavy that both he and Leia met with the floor. Sitting up, with most of Han's weight upon her legs, Leia held him in her arms at long last.
It didn't surprise her to find him shivering, as his body temperature remained far below normal. From his disorientation, Han wrestled to get away. Leia wanted to assure him not to panic, having forgotten to remove her helmet. "It's alright, Han. You're free of the carbonite. It's disorientation from hibernation sickness, it'll pass."
"I can't see." He expressed with great concern.
"Don't worry. Your eyesight will return within a few days." She told him.
"Where am I?"
"Jabba's palace." She answered.
With her head just behind Han's shoulder, his face rubbed up against the helmet. Unable to see, he instinctively extended his arm out in a vain attempt to identify his rescuer. Finding no one he recognized, Han naturally asked who it was.
Leia smiled from under the mask with great anticipation. With her right hand free, she grabbed the helmet and leaned her head forward, somewhat letting gravity do the work of slipping it off. Setting the mask on the floor right next to her, Leia realized that they were both free. Leaning her chin upon Han's shoulder, she answered gladly. "Someone who loves you."
"Leia!" he exclaimed, her voice like a glimmer of light at the end of a long tunnel. With her head so close to his, Han twisted himself around and shared a brief, but very intimate kiss.
Leia wished so much to savor his lips for longer, but Han was just as quick to break the kiss. Despite how she felt in that moment, the young princess accepted that it genuinely wasn't the best time for love. She had waited for almost a year... and could wait a little while longer. Leia quickly slid herself back and wrapped his arm over her opposite shoulder. "Come on; let's get you out of here."
Despite his weakened state, Han didn't need too much getting to his feet. It gave Leia something of a minor relief, as Han was too heavy to carry out all on her own. Unfortunately, just as Leia learned to smile again, her newfound pinnacle of joy quickly plunged into the most extreme depths of horror.
Freezing where they stood, Han and Leia only heard the sound of a deep, dreadful chuckle that echoed throughout the chamber. "What's that?" Han asked.
Bellowing another laugh, they both came to the unpleasant realization that it was Jabba's voice, although it came as a greater shock to Leia. Convinced there could have been no way for her to miss a one-ton slug, nor any of his palace guards, it truly came as an unwelcome surprise to discover a hidden door installed behind Jabba's throne.
Almost at the same time that the chamber lights came alive did a massive slab of stone slide open from behind the space where Jabba's throne resided. It was not long before at least a dozen palace guards poured in through the secret passage, preventing their escape. Only after Jabba's throne rolled in through the passage did Han turn to confront him... facing him as if he were able to see.
"Jabba, I had to say that I was surprised when I realized you still had a bounty on me. I recall that my debt to you had been dealt with in full. That's usually when you're supposed to call off a bounty, isn't it?" Han began, somewhat absent of any deserved anger towards Jabba.
Jabba snickered, seemingly proud of his terrible deeds. "Perhaps, but I'm not like most debtors, am I?"
Han didn't care so much whether the bounty on his head were fair or not; the last thing anyone in the galaxy wanted was to be left on bad terms with Jabba. "It doesn't have to go this way, Jabba. I'm still your best smuggler... even when I lost cargo; you got back everything in full from me. You have nothing to gain from this. If you still had a problem, we could have worked it out."
As Jabba began chortling at the Correllian smuggler's attempts at reason, his mind was already made up. "It's too late for that, Solo. Although you are a born smuggler, I'm afraid that both you and your companions have since interfered with my other affairs all too many times. I have a reputation to keep and it looks very bad for me if I were to just let you slide for it. Suddenly everyone else will be demanding much more than they deserve. My other clients will start thinking they're you... its business."
Han tried to confront Jabba more directly, but a pair of guards had held him back. "This is bad business, Jabba! Don't give me that!"
Laughing, Jabba simply instructed his guards to take Han away.
Despite being dragged away by two guards, Han desperately pealed to the only thing which Jabba seemed to care for... money. "Don't make another expensive mistake, Jabba! You know I'm good for it! You're throwing away a fortune here, don't be a fool!"
After having just gotten Han back, Leia watched again as another example of evil and villainy exacted his wrath upon the man she came to love. Although he had been taken away, she had every expectation to see him again. For Han had many friends, one of whom was a Jedi. And although she had failed to free him, she knew their rescue operation was far from over.
Unfortunately, that did very little to comfort Leia in that moment. She had anticipated that she'd be in Han's arms that very night, but all that had been deprived in an instant. Of all the thoughts racing through her mind in that moment, perhaps the one which affected her the most was a sense of disappointment. Leia had gotten so far ahead of herself that she let her personal feelings get in the way of her judgment. And rather than wait another day or two as one of Jabba's guests, she would have instead spent that time in a dungeon. And having lost her cover as one of Jabba's favored bounty hunters, Leia had gone from being an asset to a liability.
But Leia didn't have much time to think about Han, nor even the next stage of their rescue mission. To her confusion, only Han was ordered to the dungeon. Leia turned her head around and wondered why she wasn't to accompany him. Jabba gestured to his guards and ordered them to bring her to him.
With two guards forcing her forward, Leia certainly didn't expect to be lifted onto the throne in front of the Hutt. As the guards gave her to Jabba, she quickly realized that she wasn't destined for a prison cell. A part of her knew it was futile, but Leia denounced him. "We have powerful friends. You will regret this."
Almost amused by her threat, Jabba just took her upon his throne and returned her warning with a sardonic reply. "I'm sure."
It was then that Leia realized that nothing she could do or say would have any impact on Jabba. He clearly underestimated Luke's Jedi abilities; otherwise he might have headed her warning. Leia wished she could take comfort in knowing that Luke would soon be there to save them, but after having a slimy tongue brushed against her face, Leia shuddered convulsively. She really REALLY would have preferred that Jabba hadn't called her bluff.
C-3PO may only have been a droid, but even he could appreciate Leia's feelings in that moment. "Oh... I can't bear to watch." Although he didn't feel emotion like an organic being, he knew that what Jabba intended to do would only hurt Leia.
If the interest of the Hutt wasn't bad enough, Leia heard a small, sadistic laugh from a creature that Jabba kept on his throne beside him. The Kowakian monkey-lizard known as Salacious Crumb was little more than a pet that Jabba kept for the sole purpose of amusing himself at least once a day. Much like his master, Crumb had a sadistic sense of humor when it came to the suffering of others.
Leia soon came to regret what she had done. If she had simply laid low and waited for Luke to arrive... but that was a mistake she couldn't take back. And she came to accept she had no means to escape the consequences that were soon to follow. What she dreaded most was facing the realization that her problems had only just begun. |
Chapter 2
Jabba was renowned for hosting some of the liveliest parties in the galaxy. Often he'd just randomly throw one together because there hadn't been a reason to celebrate in a long while. He made reasons to celebrate, to gather his friends, and to show off his power. Although many of his guests were already asleep after celebrating that previous night, Jabba demanded everyone in the palace be awoken and invited to his throne room for a special event.
As the minutes went by, Leia could only watch as events unfolded before her. Having been put aside and ignored for the time being, Leia knew that Jabba was planning something very special for her. What Jabba called special usually turned out to be something of the most dreadful nature to others. Leia knew exactly what was going to come, and she braced herself for it. But she hated the waiting even more.
After taking a moment to examine his new pet, Jabba found it difficult to get a full appreciation for Leia under that suit of armor. "I must admit you had a good disguise... would've fooled even me. But you didn't cover your tracks too well, princess. Now that everyone knows, you might as well remove that ridiculous disguise now. Why don't you let everyone see who you really are?"
Bib Fortuna tapped Jabba on the shoulder. "Master, shall I have her fitted with more... proper attire?"
Before he could answer, Salacious Crumb started screeching in his native language. Between Bib and Salacious, Jabba twisted his head to address Salacious. Crawling up the body of the great Hutt, the little creature took a position near Jabba's ear and whispered his suggestion.
Leia couldn't make out anything the creature said, but they both started arguing over what to do with her. It seemed that Jabba wasn't all too interested in the idea, but then started chuckling. When Salacious looked at her, he laughed devilishly with anticipation.
Jabba gave Leia another malicious look and then rubbed the side of her face, as if to comfort her. She shrugged it off, but Jabba twisted her around and sat her upon the cushion that had once belonged to Oola. Rubbing her shoulders as if to prominently show off his newest possession, Jabba finally answered Fortuna's question. "That won't be necessary, Bib. I have something better in mind for the princess, and I happen to be in the mood to celebrate. I would like for you to have all my guests in the palace awoken. Let them know that we'll be hosting another party... right now. Tell everyone that I'm personally extending an invitation and expect them to come. Those that miss this will be in for a great disappointment. For everyone here... this is cause for celebration, so celebrate!"
Only after Jabba made such an announcement did many in the chamber break out cheering... although most had no idea what exactly the Great Jabba had been planning for them.
Leia found herself on the verge of tears, but realized that she had too much integrity to just break down in despair. The act which lead to her capture was a mistake, but the young woman was determined to keep her mind on the task at hand. Han was still a prisoner and in need of rescue. Unfortunately so was she, but despite what had just happened, Leia was determined not to give up until both she and Han were in each other's arms.
Although her situation changed drastically, she was still an important part of the mission. It did give her some small measure of comfort to know Han was safe, at least for the moment. And for what little time they had together, at least it was enough that Han knew she hadn't given up on him... somewhat alleviating the guilt she felt.
As Jabba released her, he gestured his closest two guards to take Leia into the center of the room. For some strange reason, she actually felt quite confident in herself. After having withstood dozens of interrogation sessions with Darth Vader himself, she had no doubt that Jabba couldn't be any worse. And unlike her time on the Death Star, she wouldn't endure the ordeal alone.
The guard on her right side just happened to be Lando. Upon seeing that familiar glint in his eyes, she somehow managed a smile. Even in the most dreadful of moments, just having a friend nearby... made it much easier to endure. The most that Lando could do was give her a friendly nod, as he couldn't risk exposing himself as well. As long as they had at least one person on the inside, Leia felt they still stood a good chance for rescuing Han.
Once Leia had been moved to the center of the floor, Jabba laughed sadistically and then announced his orders so that his gathering audience could watch. "Guards, remove that silly disguise. I want to see my new servant for all her beauty."
Everyone else in the throne room roared in approval, save two. Leia, for obvious reasons. Lando also couldn't say he was fond of the situation. As any human male might have, he certainly was interested in seeing Leia without clothes, but certainly not like that. Some thoughts were best left to the imagination.
She and Lando briefly looked at one another, both equally uncomfortable with what they had to do. Leia originally figured that Lando was the kind who'd have been all too happy to oblige, but she then saw a look in his eyes that was completely absent of any enthusiasm. As the Gamorrean on the left began by removing the shoulder strap, pulling it over her head, Lando hesitated. Leia looked at him and nodded, silently giving him permission to proceed. Actually the movement of her head was more like trembling than actual nodding, but Lando saw she wanted him to follow through with Jabba's order.
A more primordial part of him might have admitted that his heart pounded with anticipation, maybe even that those were the best damned orders he'd ever received. However Leia was a friend and the last thing he would have wanted was to violate a friend. That certainly sapped all the pleasure from it.
The bounty hunter disguise Leia wore consisted of an outer layer of thick armor protecting her chest underlined with a kevlar jacket. The metal backpack and the armor plates made up one piece that rested upon her shoulders. That was removed first and tossed to the floor. The jacket soon followed.
Although Leia appeared to have a very delicate figure, even with armor, its removal gave a much clearer indication of how slender she really was. Although still fully clothed, Leia's ears echoed the growing approval of the spectators who came to watch as she was stripped of her garb. Her torment grew with each layer they removed. She wondered how such people could take great joy at her expense. Leia almost hated them almost as much as she hated Jabba.
When the other guard sought to remove the final layer of her garment, he was far from gentle. She resisted the Gamorrean and pulled herself away. "Back off!" Leia screamed, delivering a powerful blow to the Gamorrean's snout.
To her surprise, the guard didn't squeal in pain, as she had hoped. It was as if her fist didn't even hurt him, but it certainly made him angry. He went at her again, aggressively ripping away at her garb.
Leia screamed and drew back again, this time tripping and landing on her butt just in front of Jabba's throne. From the commotion, Leia didn't realize that her rebellious attitude only proved all the much more amusing to Jabba. He had been laughing with that guttural voice she really started to detest.
When he came at her again, Lando, determined to protect Leia, threw himself in front of the charging Gamorrean. And although he easily overpowered Lando, it was Jabba's hand that halted him. The room soon fell silent, broken only by the high-pitched laughter of Salacious.
Jabba addressed his Gamorrean servant. "Now now, I don't want my property harmed... unless I'm the one to order it." Leaning as far forward as the Hutt could, Jabba had extended one of his short, stubby arms in a vain effort to reach Leia, who sat just beyond his reach on the floor. Frustrated that he couldn't grab her, Jabba sat himself back up and simply ordered Leia to stand before him.
With her shirt torn across the midriff, Leia held it together as she stood up and faced Jabba again. Swallowing her pride, Leia just did as the Hutt demanded.
"My my, you are a feisty one." Jabba seemed quite fond of his new possession, as he often enjoyed breaking new slaves. He certainly had higher expectations of Leia than he did from his previous slave girl, Oola. He also liked demonstrating his ability to control people, especially in coercing powerful individuals like Leia and treating them as he would a common slave. "If you should feel more inclined to obey my orders, then you may do it yourself. It's your choice, but those robes are to be removed... now."
As Leia looked behind her, she realized that it was all about public humiliation. Jabba simply wanted to put on a show of his authority in front of his guests, which was what Leia had to do. Terrible as it sounded, Leia reluctantly accepted that he was in control... at least for the time being. And it wasn't like she really had a choice.
Starting again with her belt, the gesture brought much excitement and cheer from the guests who'd gathered to see Jabba's new pet.
Reluctantly, she continued by slipping off her boots and trousers. It was then that she twisted her head around and looked back at the audience, whose cheers and applause actually died down as more of her became visible. It was then that she noticed that many of them weren't human. Apparently many didn't find alien species especially alluring. She didn't know it at the time, but the majority of them were applauding more for Jabba than for Leia. Somehow both his guards and guests held great reverence towards people who possessed the power to control others through fear.
Watching Lando as he refused to take any pleasure in her humiliation, it gave Leia some small comfort to know at least one other person took no joy from her torment. Actually Lando was rather excited at what he saw, somewhat ashamed for taking any level of pleasure from such a sick display by Jabba. Lando most certainly wished Leia were somewhere else, but it didn't stop him from staring. It wasn't like he would pass up a chance when it presented itself... of course he displayed no satisfaction of any kind to Leia.
Having removed the tattered remains of her shirt, she was down only to her underwear. Obviously they had to go as well, but Leia needed a moment to prepare herself emotionally for facing Jabba in that condition. When he made a hand gesture, it wasn't hard to figure out what he wanted.
She just sighed and then unfastened the straps to her bra. It enticed Jabba to watch it fall to the floor, her panties following in short order. Brushing them aside with her foot, Leia gave Jabba a sour look and placed her hands upon her hips.
Although completely naked, Leia didn't attempt to cover herself. She didn't want to give Jabba the sense that he had humiliated her. Although that was far from true, Leia maintained her dignity and allowed Jabba to gaze upon her. Only her body was left fully exposed, but she wouldn't let him see her mind as well. Leia displayed nothing to indicate her embarrassment.
From the sound of Jabba's chuckling, he seemed quite satisfied with his new possession. "What a lovely human you are, my dear. You've exceeded my expectations... that's not easy." He waved his hand and barked out another order. "Now why don't you turn yourself around and allow my guests to have a look at you?"
Rolling her eyes at him, Leia dropped her arms to her sides, rotated a hundred and eighty degrees, and her heart sank when she realized that she stood fully exposed before so many people. She subtly positioned her hands in front, just enough to conceal her crotch without making the gesture too overt.
Lando probably felt more awkward than Leia, but certainly didn't pass up the chance to satisfy his curiosity. Seeing her like that... he hated himself for taking such a perverted pleasure, yet couldn't withdraw his eyes from something so beautiful. Leia certainly turned out to be everything he'd imagined.
Everyone else roared their approval, but just as quickly fell silent as Jabba raised his palm. Just the movement of his hands seemed as commanding as his voice. "My friends, I would like you to welcome Princess Leia Organa. Daughter of former Republic Senator, Bail Organa of Alderaan. Heir to the once-proud Ancient House of Organa. Sole survivor of that house. Renowned leader of the Alliance to Restore the Republic. Rebel. Traitor to the Empire..."
As Jabba kept listing the deeds she was known for, Leia twisted her head around, realizing that Jabba had known about her since she first entered his palace. It allowed her some little comfort, knowing her sad attempt to free Han hadn't cost their mission. Unfortunately it also meant they grossly underestimated Jabba's resources.
Her eyes on him, Jabba extended his arm and gestured Leia back to the throne.
"Unfortunate that she destroyed my favorite decoration, I've decided to replace Captain Solo with someone better." He patted his hand upon the empty cushion in front, gesturing Leia to sit on it.
Again, Leia reluctantly obeyed, climbing onto the throne, and perching herself upon the cushion. Not even allowed a moment to sit up straight, Jabba grabbed the poor soul and pulled her against his soft body. She struggled to escape his grasp, but even Jabba's feeble arms were strong enough to keep Leia firmly pinned where he wanted her.
Cuddling her, placing his hand to rub the underside of her neck, Jabba nestled her in his arms. "I will give the princess a great honor. Since poor Oola had to be put down, I've been in need of a new personal servant. Twi'leks make great dancers, but I'm not looking for another dancer. I want a princess, and one just so happened to stumble into my little trap. I've arranged a celebration for this event, in honor of my new servant. Royalty certainly deserves a momentous ceremony... and I intend to celebrate all night." He then pointed to his musical group, who had since been setting up their instruments. "Start the music! Something exciting! Bartenders, break out the drinks! I don't want anyone in this palace to miss this occasion!"
It was only then that Jabba finally released Leia of his slimy clutches. The young woman just sat in horror as deafening applause overwhelmed her senses. It got even worse when Salacious crept up from behind and latched onto her hair. Leia twisted her head around and brushed the obnoxious little creature away. He withdrew and got just beyond Leia's reach. "If you ever touch me again, you little gargoyle...!"
As Leia extended herself in an effort to strangle Salacious, Jabba grabbed her to keep both his pets apart. As the monkey-lizard started laughing again, Jabba used his tail to whip Salacious off of the throne. Plopping onto the floor, Salacious began protesting. It was then that Jabba made it explicitly clear to him that he wasn't to touch Leia again... not without explicit permission.
Salacious responded, but Leia again couldn't make out his language. When Jabba answered, she got some sense as to how her life was going to be from then on. "Yes, but this one is special. And your typical behavior won't be likely to provide any amusement with her. Besides, I have my own ways of harassing the princess, as you shall see."
Curling herself into a ball, Leia brought her knees up to cover her breasts and wrapped her arms around her legs desperate to block everything out. It was this moment as Salacious laughed again and climbed back onto the throne, right when she thought things couldn’t get any worse that she felt the first signs of nature calling. She started imagining the terrible existence she might have been doomed to live for the rest of her life. From her convulsive shaking and the tears in her eyes, there was little doubt she ever had a more humiliating moment in her life as she sat there curled up naked trying to ignore the steady urges from her filling bladder. |
For those of you who liked my Joseph/Lenny slash fic, here's another Male Omorashi fic that I thought up. It features Alan Dierderich. If you wanna see pictures of all three : The-Day-Stars-Jewel
Alan sighed as he slid quietly into an empty seat. The detention room was eerily empty and clean today. He'd been caught with a BL Novel in school and sent to detention, normally he'd have gotten away with it, but someone tipped off Ms. Bershadensky (of course) and she'd caught him reading it in study hall.
Ms. Bershadensky walked into the classroom, she ran all the in school detentions for fifth, and eighth period. Alan looked up boredly, she sat down and glared at him, as if to say 'Go to hell, faggot.' He began to drum his fingers on the desk, bored out of his mind.
Blah, if only someone else was here, He thought staring at the clock, it was a double eighth period today, an hour and a half. He sighed, and laid his head down on the desk, slowly slipping into the realm of dreams.
Alan stood in an alley, silently looking around.
"I know this place..." He whispered to no one in particular, he looked around, "I can't put my finger on it...but I know this place."
"There you are!"
The voice made Alan's blood run cold, a tall well built man stepped from the shadows. His cousin, Kylie. She was smiling sweetly and had her hands behind her back.
"Alan, play with me!" She laughed, Alan shook his head and began to back away, she looked shocked. She pulled a cat-o-nine-tails out from behind her back, "Play with me," She snarled.
"W-What do you wanna play?" He asked staring at the whip, eye wide.
"I wanna have a tea party!" She said returning to her sweet demeanor and turning into the alley, beckoning Alan to follow her. Alan shuddered and followed her, remembering the time she'd beat him with a book after she lost to him in chess.
"Here!" She thrusted a cup filled with sugary water into his hands, he gingerly sipped at it to appease the demon child. Eventually the disgusting water was gone. He stood up.
"I should be going."
"Nooooo, stay and play with me!" Kylie squealed, Alan shook his head. She got a dark look in her eyes, "I said STAY!!" She snarled, Alan broke into a run towards the end of the alley, she followed close behind. Alan burst from the alley into the dark streets, suddenly aware of a pang in his abdomen.
"Ah...this is bad," He mumbled as Kylie's dainty footsteps grew closer, "I've gotta wake up..."
"PLAY WITH ME!!" Kylie screeched pouncing on him.
Alan's eyes snapped open. He looked around, he was back in the detention room. He sighed, and looked at the clock. Still thirty minutes to go.
'That was the most bizarre dream' He thought looking down at his hands. He gasped feeling a sharp pressure in his abdomen. "Oohh..." He moaned softly placing a hand over his abdomen.
Ms. Bershadensky looked up at him, he grinned at her, she glared back and opened up a book.
"Ooh, fuck," Alan moaned running his fingers through his hair as he felt the pressure building, "Ahhn..."
"Quiet down," Ms. Bershadensky growled, not looking up from her book, Alan shot her a look, and quickly dug through his bag looking for his phone. He found it, pulling it out of the bag when a wave of pressure stronger than before hit him.
"Aaahh..." He breathed out biting his tongue and squeezing his legs together a little. He quickly began typing on his phone.
Stuck in detention...help?
Before he could send it a wave of pressure hit him like a ton of bricks causing him to drop his phone and hold himself. Ms. Bershadensky stood up and walked over, seeing his phone she picked it up.
"I'll hold on to this until the end of the period," She sighed, Alan cursed under his breath, at anything and everything.
"How much longer..." He asked himself, and looked at the clock, fifteen minutes. He could hold it until then, right.
Five minutes passed and his hand shot up in the air.
"Yes, Mr. Diederich?" Ms. Bershadensky asked, visibly annoyed.
"Can I go to the bathroom?" He asked, "It's an emergency," He added quickly, she shook her head.
"Not until the end of Detention."
"Bitch," He muttered under his breath while trying out various holding patterns. He crossed and uncrossed his legs, then crossed them again, "Gah!" He grabbed his crotch as he felt a spurt soak into his underwear. He rocked back and forth holding himself.
'I can't hold it much longer' He thought, 'maybe I should just make a run for it...no I don't wanna get in any more trouble today...'
"Ms. Bershadensky?"
"No, you can't go to the washroom."
"..."
Alan drummed his fingers on the desk, shuddering and holding himself. 'Five minutes...' He thought to himself, 'Four and thirty seconds...'
"AH!" Another spurt soaked into his pants, creating a just-barely-not-even-really-there wet spot on the crotch of his jeans, "No no no no no no!" He cried squeezing his crotch tightly and using all his strength to regain control of his bladder.
"Mr. Diederich, be quiet, this is detention," Ms. Bershadensky half snarled. Alan didn't even hear her.
"Aaahhh, noooo," He moaned quietly, tears starting to run down his face, "Please..." He whispered squeezing his member even harder.
His prayer was, however, not heard as his bladder gave out.
"Nooo..." Alan pretty much sobbed as urine soaked his pants completely, gathering in a puddle beneath his chair. He let his head fall to his desk with a thud as tears ran freely down his cheeks, his body shook with each pitiful sob, "Why..." he whispered clenching his fists as the stream slowed, and finally stopped.
RING RING
"..." Alan said nothing, as he stood up, still sniffling. He walked slowly toward the door, shaking, half from the sheer humiliation of it all, and half from the orgasmic feeling the relief brought him. He knew he got stares from people in the hall, but he didn't care, he just didn't think about it.
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Okay...uhm...I'm still new to this, but...I think it came out okay...What do you think, aiyah?
And yeah SUPPORT ME ON DEVIANTART AND YOUTUBE:3 IT'LL MAKE ME WRITER MORE! |
All credit for this story goes to Skaat, a member on the Skymouse forums some time ago. He wrote a huge amount of stories, all in Dutch and very good. This is my translation of the first one. If you enjoy it, I could see my way to translating the others too, or posting the Dutch versions if anyone is interested.
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Amber awoke with a jolt in the middle of the night. She'd just had a terrible nightmare, probably because she'd been watching a horror movie that night with her younger sister Evy. Although Amber didn't like those things that much, Evy enjoyed scaring her. Tonight had been a very good opportunity, since their partens were not at home, and the dark rooms and corridors of the house were a bit frightening. Even so much in fact, that even though she had to pee, Aber hadn't gone to the bathroom after the movie, because it would have meant going to bed alone - something she'd now been able to do along with Evy. Which had not turned out well, apparently; carefully, Amber moved her trembling finger over her cotton panties, and sniffed it. The sighed, relieved - it was only sweat, from the scary dreams she'd had. Still, she remained trembling under the sheets, partially getting a grip on herself from the panic, but mostly because she was struggling with an overfull bladder. Frantically she rubbed her thighs together and looked around, but she saw only darkness. She cursed lowly under her breath. She really didn't dare go to the toilet on her own, but if she didn't, she'd probably wet the bed.
"This is ridiculous", Amber mused, "I'm bloody eighteen years old, those things don't happen to me anymore!"
She decided to just hold it, and laid herself down comfortably. Trying not to pay attention to her urge, she closed her eyes and relaxed. Immediately, she felt a warm sensation between her legs; she jammed both hands firmly into her crotch. Her undies felt distinctly more moist then before, but luckily the sheets were still dry. It had only been a small leak. Amber now didn't dare let go of her crotch anymore, and starting fidgeting around. She curled her toes and bit her lip; she was now sure that, if she didn't go to the bathroom NOW, it'd be in the bed. Now her eyes were getting used to the dark,she could make out her sister Evy in the bed across the room. Amber would never dare go to the toilet on her own, but with Evy with her, she might just make it.
"Evy", Amber whispered, "Evy, are you awake?"
Evy was in all aspects the opposite of Amber. Where Amber was a calm, shy girl, the seventeen year old Evy was a rebellious scallywag. It was because of that, that she enjoyed seeing horror movies, not because she liked them herself, but because Amber barely dared looking half the time.
"I am now", Evy answered drowsily, "what's up?"
Amber contemplated what to say, but decided that owning up that she had to pee was better then wetting her bed.
"I really have to use the bathroom", she admitted a bit shy, "but I daren't go on my own... can't you just come with me?"
Evy loughed out loudly. Amber blushed scarlet, and re-crossed her legs under the sheets.
"You dare not go take a pee?", Evy giggled. "I know someone who's going to have a wet bed soon..."
"Never mind then", Amber sneered, "I'll just hold it till tomorrow."
Evy giggled a bit more, but Amber was in real trouble. She rubbed her crotch and pressed her thighs together. She knew perfectly well that she could never hold it that long.
Then Amber had an idea. When she'd leaked a bit just then, it had relieved a bit of the pressure. Maybe if she let go a bit more, she might make it till dawn. Amber let go of her crotch and shook as she spread her legs; immediately, she felt a cascade between them. A torrent hit her panties and dribbled between her cheeks. She nearly panicked as she noticed she couldn't stop it; she crossed her legs again and grabbed her crotch. Pressing her labia together, she managed to stop the flood, but she felt that her panties were soaked, as was part of the matrass she was sitting on. She moaned desperately - there she was, eighteen years old, in a wet bed, and she still had to go badly!
"What's it this time?", asked an annoyed Evy, "pissed your pants, have you?"
"No", lied Amber, sobbing, "but I can't hold any longer, I really have to get to the bathroom."
"It's allright, you crybaby", Evy sighed, "I'll take you to the toiler. Should I hold your hand as well, or can you manage to take it with you by yourself?"
What Amber didn't know, however, was that her sister was in fact just as scared by horror movies as she was. That was why Evy hadn't gone to the bathroom either before going to bed, and now naturally her bladder filled to the brim - and laughing that hard just there hadn't exactly helped. Carefully Evy got her bare feet out of the bed, and onto the cold floor. She was wearing a small top, so the cold nightly air was working on her belly as well. With her thighs pressed firmly together, she trotted to the light switch, where she stood as casually as she could - she didn't want her older sister to know that she had to pee badly as well. Then she turned on the chamber ligts. Amber got awkwardly out of her bed; she was wearing white woolen socks, meaning she wasn't bothered by the cold floor, but she subtly pulled the long t-shirt in which she slept over her wet panties. All the time, she kept holding her crotch with one hand, knowing that letting it go would literally be letting it go. She was shaking on her legs when Evy walked up to her. She'd thought she'd heard some hissing before, and also seen a bit of a glitter on her sisters panties. In one rapied movement, she pulled Amber's sheets aside.
"Aha!", she exclaimed, "I knew it! You've pissed in your bed!"
"Only a little", Amber said defensively, "it was a small accident, ok? But if I'm not on a toilet quickly, it will be a big one!"
Amber was dancing from her need, and it was getting too much for Evy now too. Especially now she was laughing at her sisters accident, she had to put a hand to her crotch and cross her legs, not to lose control of her own bladder.
"You have to go to.", Amber noticed. "Come one, let's go."
"I'm not the one who's wet her bed", Evy said cheerfully, though still holding her crotch. Amber carefully danced to the bedroom door and opened it; the bathroom was only a few steps from their room, just at the other end of the corridor. She stepped into the dark, but was passed by Evy - her face said that, even though she wanted to tease Amber, her bladder demanded that she got to the toilet first.
Both girls had the same thought when they entered the hallway: the part in the horrormovie where the undead murderer had assaulted the hero had been in a hallway just like this.
"What are you waiting for?", Evy asked nervously, "come one, I really have to go!"
Then she heard it too - footsteps on the stairs. Someone was ascending the stairs at the other end of the hall. One of the steps creaked ominously, and Evy felt a little spurt go into her panties. Just as she jammed both her hands between her legs, a flash of lightning from outside lit up a huge, looming figure on the stairs, casting a huge shadow on the wall. For Amber, this was the last straw. First her panties filled up, then her cupped hands, then it went down her thighs into her socks. Little drops splattered onto her knees and joined the downward flow. She spread her feet a little, and her pee trickled onto the floor. The pattering noise proved too much for Evy, who felt more and more leaks as she stumbled backwards.
Then the figure on the stairs switched on the lights, and the girls looked right in the face of their father, who'd just come home to see both of his daughters standing there, flooding the floor. |
!!!!!!!!!! UPDATED, STILL INCOMPLETE. DESPERATION, NO WETTING !!!!!!!!!!
Story will be finished before Wednesay, probably sooner.
WARNING: Fic not completed yet. The first post has been updated.
This is the first oromoshi fic I've started working on. Very nearly the first story I've written. I've posted this first part to help get me motivated to finish it.
I don't know if I'm writing too much build up. Ideally, I want to write a second fic involving Melanie, who has a very different personality. But do say if there's too much build up in the story so far. (Although since it's currently 100% build up, that answer's probably yes...)
Nothing's worse than not knowing if/when a story will be completed, so here's a promise: I'll post some more by Sunday, and finish the story by Wednesday next week. Sorry if that's a long time, but I am a sloooooooooooooooooooooow writer.
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Alicia sat at her desk, panting slightly, her face flushed, her hips squirming, her long legs slowly opening and closing. One hand was pressed lightly against her panties under her skirt. Coherent thought was gone from her mind, her succulent lips half parted to form an inviting 'O'.
The day has started just like any other. It was a sunny day in April, coming close to the Easter holidays. Alicia had woken up, showered and dressed for school just as she would any other day. Although she was young and quite demure, she wore lacy lingerie - light purple today. Alicia had never intended to wear such clothing, but ended up with some anyway when her friend Melanie took her shopping and bought some for her. Though she protested at the time, she secretly took a liking to them and since then, always wore lingerie under she school clothes. Over this she wore her standard school skirt, which was getting a bit too tight for her, and a short black skirt.
Alicia Wood was 16 years old. Slim build, with large breasts and hips. She had very dark hair, dark eyes and pale skin. And today was going to be first time she wet herself since she became a teenager.
Until lunchtime, the day had passed fairly straightforwardly. Being very shy and demure, Alicia's only real friend was Melanie, who unfortunately was home sick today. She was on her way to the girl's bathroom, just before the afternoon's classes, that she passed their shared locker. It was when she opened the locker, to put away the morning's books, that she saw it.
The magazine. Lying there, so innocently. The cover ever so subtly hinting at what might be found within. Her cheeks got the faintest blush as she reached with trembling fingers to pick it up.
Alicia knew that Melanie was by no means innocent, just as Melanie knew that Alicia's innocence shouldn't be corrupted, and that she wasn't ready to talk about boys. Other than some inappropriate but wholly enjoyable clothes shopping, the two rarely spoke on the subject of sex.
Just then, the bell rang. Without thinking, Alicia put the magazine into her bag and went straight to her next class.
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And so the afternoon classes began; maths was first, unremarkable and uneventful. Alicia hadn’t been to the bathroom at lunch, so she felt a slight need to relieve herself, and decided to go after class was over. Their class was only released 3 minutes after the bell rang though, so she went directly to her next class to avoid being late. Why did her math teacher always have to drone on so long?, she thought to herself as she walked down the corridor. Many of her friends were voicing the same complaint.
Her next class, history was much the same, although the need to go was persistent and irritating now. Her legs occasionally twinged, and she sometimes she her left hand into the folds of her skirt, pressing her thighs against each other. It was nothing too urgent really, she thought to herself as she waited for class to end.
By the end of class, Alicia had managed to get her desperation under control, and started daydreaming about the magazine she found earlier. What would she find within? Described by some as ‘scatterbrained’, when Alicia started daydreaming she would forget everything else. Her thoughts were still rolling around Melanie’s magazine as her walked directly to her next class on automatic.
Again? I’ve got to stop daydreaming in the middle of the day. It was far from the first time this had happened. Alicia rose out of her seat to go to the bathroom, only to stop when the teacher, Mr. Edwards strode into the room. Well, she wasn’t desperate yet, and it wasn’t an emergency. And Alicia knew she could always ask Mr. Edwards if she could leave, he rarely refused such requests.
Alicia sat down at the back of the class as the final lesson on the day, english, began. She was fine for the first twenty minutes, then the need to go really hit her. She became quite desperate to pee. It wasn’t an emergency yet, but it did keep her thoughts occupied.
For the rest of the class, she squirmed in her set, knocking her knees together. Sometimes she would cross or re-cross her legs, or press her hand into the folds of her skirt. Then she would move her hand under her short skirt and press directly against her lacy purple panties, her thin fingers pressed against her mound as she fought to avoid wetting herself. Maybe i should ask... no, I can wait, not long till the end. Her full bladder was very slightly straining against the waistband of her skirt.
Her legs were trembling a bit at the end of the lesson. She breathed a sigh of relief, eager to empty her full bladder. She started to rise, but stopped when Mr. Edwards approached her desk.
“Alicia. Darien. I see neither of you finished the essay I assigned.” That was true; Alicia had been so distracted that she was only ¾ done. She looked over to the dark-haired boy beside her. He seemed flushed, almost out of breath for some reason, and his essay was only half done.
“It was not a hard assignment. Please stay and finish your essays and leave them on my desk. You may go as soon as you’re done.” He smiled at them both, quite kindly, then packed his briefcase and left with the rest of the class. |
Here's my translation of the second story of the Belgian writer Skaat, from the Skymouse forums. All credit for writing it goes to him.
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Evy woke calmly that morning. A month had passed since she and Amber had had their shared accident, and neither of them had mentioned it since. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and watched her alarm clock. It was a saturday, so she could sleep long, but she cursed as she saw it was already past twelve - she'd agreed to meet a friend at one o'clock at the shopping mall.
The quickly slid into a tight pair of jeans - keeping on the panties she'd slept in - and a shirt lying on the ground, not wasting time on a bra. Without socks she jumped into her boots, put on her coat and stepped outside. It was raining lightly, but she didn't mind much as she ran to the bus stop. Having arrived there in time, she went with her hand through her hair; it peaked out in an uncaring way, as was her style.
However, something else called for her attention; she hadn't done her morning pee yet. She always had to go a lot when she woke up, and today was no different. Just when she thought about running back home to use the bathroom, the bus came round the corner. Evy showed her card to the driver and took a seat in the back. She crossed her legs and bit her lip, thinking about that time with her sister, when she'd had to go so badly she'd wet herself. She decided it wouldn't get that far this time, and silently urged the bus driver to get a move on, so she could use the lavatories in the mall.
It was well after one when Evy got there, and for the last ten minutes of the ride she hadn't been able to sit still properly. The rain pattering against the windows didn't help either, and she was walking awkward to get out of the bus when she arrived. She was awaited there by her friend Kate.
"What took you so long?', Kate asked, "I've been waiting here for 15 minutes already!"
"I'm sorry", answered Evy, who tried very hard not to show that she needed to pee, "that stupid bus was running late again."
"Never mind", Kate said, "let's get inside, it's much too cold and wet out here."
When the two girls entered the main hall of the shopping mall, Evy almost panicked; a huge fountain in the center, reaching up to the third floor, was making gallons of water cascade down. She crossed her legs and bit her lip; the streaming water almost caused a little stream of her own. With her thighs pressed together and here stomach tense as a spring, she walked after Kate.
"What's the matter with you?", Kate asked absent-mindedly, "Are you ill?"
Evy decided to tell before it was too late; maybe Kate had to go to, then they could just go to the bathrooms together.
"I really have to go to the bathroom.", she admitted shyly, bending her knees up and down. With the splatter of the fountain in the background, she wasn't able to keep still.
"Do you think you're going to pee your pants?", Kate laughed, causing a few people to face them awkwardly. Evy gave her an angry look.
"Don't draw attention like that, it's embarrasing enough already!"
"Then what am I supposed to do? ", Kate asked. "It's like I'm taking a toddler out on a trip. Stop being such a crybaby!"
Evy now had to keep holding her crotch to prevent her from wetting herself. She looked around nervously and saw a sign, directing to the public lavatories of the mall.
"I'm going to take a pee first, really, or I'll wet myself.", Evy whispered angrily, and she carefully walked to the toilets. Kate chuckled, and followed her, with the sound of the fountain still in the background.
When the girls entered the toilets, they saw there were still three people before them. Evy could barely stand still, and didn't dare let go of her crotch. Inside, you couldn't hear the fountain anymore, but she had to go so badly now, she could only hope she'd be on a toilet before it was too late.
Then they heard a flush, and saw a woman get out of one of the stalls. The next in line hurriedly moved in and locked the door. Kate gave Evy an ashamed look, causing Evy to give in to ebarrasment, and leave the pressure on her groin to her thighs. Carefully, she pulled out her hand from between her legs and tried to stand still, but then the woman who had come out started washing her hands. As she turned the faucet, Evy felt a warm feeling between her legs. She hurriedly grabbed her crotch again, and moaned softly; she'd stopped it now, but she had definitely leaked a bit there. She didn't dare remove her hands to see if anything showed on her jeans.
"Shit!", Evy whispered to Kate, "I'm going to pee my pants if I'm not on that toilet soon."
"Stop being such a fool", Kate answered annoyed, "Now I have to go too, because of your fidgeting." Evy glanced at Kate's short top, and saw that her belly was bulging out below; so Kate had been needing to go all along too.
Kate nervously moved from one foot to another.
"Don't see me being such a baby though?", Kate said.
The toilet was flushed again, and the next person entered. Now there was only one before them in line, but Evy felt that the only thing stopping her from wetting herself, was her hand pressing her labia together. To make matters worse, someone they both knew just entered the toilets: Molly, a classmate of Evy and Kate, who'd never had to redo a year and was still only fourteen. She'd always be tha target of Evy and Kate's pranks, and the last thing Evy wanted, was wet herself in front of that girl.
"Anything to be seen?", Kate sneered. Molly stepped back shyly.
"Come on, come one", Evy mumbled under her breath, "hurry up!"
"If you have to go that bad, love, you can go first if you want", the woman in front of Evy offered.
Nearly relieving herself there, Evy thanked the woman as she heard the toilet flush. Just as she stepped forward however, she was pushed aside by Kate, who quickly locked the door behind her.
"Sorry Evy", she heard her say, "gotta go!"
Evy couldn't hold it any more. However hard she squeezed herself, her pee still poured into her pants. She felt the warm liquid running down her legs, and tears filled her eyes. Molly gave her an odd look, she could probably see it; Evy hurried away, hand still in her crotch, to the emergency exit. A fitting name, she thought. Moving around had sterned the flow, but her bladder was aching now.
Outside, she saw that it had stopped raining, and she spotted a large container bext to the building. Quickly she squatted behind it and dropped her pants; the inside of the legs was wet, as were the groin and bottom, and her panties were completely soaked. Shaking a little, she lowered down to let go the rest, when she heard laughter behind her. A few of her former classmates stood there, with a clear view of here exposed posterior. hurriedly she pulled her jeans back up, and she caught the words "...wetting herself..." from the group.
However, there was no way of holding it any longer. Not even bothering to close her legs, she pissed a torrent, soaking her pants and making a puddle beneath her. Hearing the giggling and the pointed remarks behind her, she knew she'd be hearing from this for a long time at school. |
Silvery does not own Death Note, nor does she own the concept of the Wet Note, that belongs to Zyrouiki, and although Zyrouiki's Wet Note heavily inspired her, her plot will be much different, she will also post multiple chapters.
Silvery strongly urges you to read Zyrouiki's Wet Note, as it is much better than hers.
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Chapter 1 :
WARNINGS : Slash(Yaoi), Male Desperation and Wetting.
"Raaah! I'm going for a walk," A little Asian girl growled angrily, her bespectacled twin looked up from her book.
"Em, Do you need porn that much?" She asked curiously, "I think it's an addiction if you do."
"No, I'm just pissed that Big Brother let his boyfriend just take my stuff!" "Em" responded. Her sister made a face.
"Need I remind you that you tried to beat him up with the book?"
"Just shut up, Viv," "Em" hissed and stormed out the door. She walked in silence down the street, "Damn faggots and their damn--OW WHAT THE HELL?" A papery thud was heard and a black notebook fell in front of her. She picked it up.
Wet Note
"Wet Note? What the hell?" She mumbled picking it up and opening it, she then read aloud, "The human whose name is written in this notebook shall lose bladder control...the fuck?"
She stood staring at the note book for a few seconds before an extremely evil idea dawned on her.
"Bastard...you'll pay for taking my porn."
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"You don't even know if it works, Emily," The thin meganekko sighed. Emily shrugged.
"Can't hurt to try...can it, Vivian?" She asked, their minds flashing with all the "trying" gone wrong, "Okay, yes it can hurt, but hey, if it does it won't hurt us right?"
"Whatever," Vivian sighed, Emily pulled out a sparkly purple pen and flipped open the notebook, reading the rules again.
The human whose name is written in this notebook shall lose bladder control.
The Wet Note will not work unless the face of the named person is in the mind of the user, this will keep those with the same name from being affected also.
Details pertaining to the wetting can be written within 6 minutes and 40 seconds of writing the name, if no details are written the person will simply lose bladder control.
She skimmed the next few pages before finding a blank page. She uncapped her pen and began to think about her brother's boyfriend, bringing his face to her mind. She pressed the pen to the notebook.
Lenny Berkowitz
She pulled out her phone and stared at it, waiting for forty seconds to pass. Forty seconds later, nothing.
"Elaborate prank, don't you--" Vivian started but was cut off.
"AAAH! NOOO!"
"Ehhh?!! Are you okay?"
The two looked at each other, Emily threw the notebook into her desk drawer before following her sister out into the living room.
"What's going on?" Emily asked curiously though it was pretty obvious, Lenny was collapsed on the floor holding himself tightly.
"I don't know!" Joseph said panicking, "He just suddenly had to pee really badly!"
"Eh? Really?!" Emily asked with an almost excited tone. Lenny was shaking violently and very near to being in tears. Joseph crouched down.
"...I...NO!"
A hissing sound was just barely audible, followed by a splattering sound as urine passed through the fabric of the blond's pants and onto the floor. Emily stared in wonder and amazement as the boy completely soaked himself like a little kid.
"Oh my God, is he okay?" She asked feigning worry, though in her mind she was more like 'IN YOUR FACE! THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T TAKE MY STUFF!'
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The now sobbing boy began to apologize profusely, Joseph just rubbed his back comfortingly.
"It's fine, it happens, Go get cleaned up, I'll clean up here," The Asian boy sighed. Lenny sniffled.
"No it's--"
"Go get cleaned up, you've proven over and over that you're the worst housewife in the history of the world, really it's fine," Joseph said pressing his lips to the other boy's, "Just go get cleaned up."
"Okay," The blond sniffled before standing up shakily to make his way to the bathroom.
The two girls walked back to their room, both thinking the same thing : Was it coincidence? Or did the Wet Note really work?
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There's chapter one. But seriously, go read Zyrouiki's Wet Note, it's a bajillion times better than this. And now some questions for my lovely readers :
1. If you like Yaoi, would you like a sex scene between Joseph and Lenny? [it will be possible to skip it if you don't want to read it.] []
2. Since I'm gonna add some female desperation, would anyone like to create or insert a character? [You could insert yourself if you really wanted to.]
3. Do you have any ideas on where this is going? [i'd love to hear them.]
4. Of the four main characters, who is your favorite? [Out of curiosity]
Okay I'm gonna leave you with only this note. Support me on youtube. Due to copyrights I had to move to my back-up account. Subbing will not only help me get back up to where I was and make me feel good about myself, IT WILL MAKE ME WRITE MORE :D
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Okay...so I will probably be updating really slowly now...this is due to my video editing hobby [which comes before everything except feeding my yaoi addiction...yaoi always comes first...ALWAYS]. I'm in two collaborations, two MEP's and I also have to make a quadruple birthday video [Faust, Tatsy105, My aunt, and me, cause no one on youtube is gonna be nice enough to make me one... ;A;] Anyway, I'll update when I find time~!
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Chapter 2 : Experimentation
Warnings : Fear Wetting, Evil and Sadistic 14 Year-Old Revenge-Fueled Masterminds, The Insertion of Faust, and Slight Yaoi Scene [nothing too explicit...YET]
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Vivian and Emily sat silently in their room, too many thoughts running through their heads.
"Was it..." Emily started.
"A coincidence?" Vivian finished, "He does have a habit of ignoring his own needs..."
"..." Both sat silently staring at the black notebook before them.
"I guess that means..."
"You should test it."
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Emily sat, bored, in remedial ESL class. She spoke English decently, but her habit of using Vietnamese words randomly in sentences got her thrown into Remedial ESL.
"Faust Necromonium."
A voice caught her attention, she turned to the front of the room. Three kids were standing at the front of the room. Poor kids, must've just transferred.
"Yuno Gasai~."
"Wynn Tatsumaki."
Probably from Japan by the looks of it, and the sound of the girls' surnames. Emily sighed, ESL was boring, the teacher treated them like morons, in other words, it sucked major ass. Then she remembered the magical black notebook in her backpack. She looked around before quickly pulling it out and opening it, looking for a target. She found the perfect one.
Yuuki Kato
Will be called to the board at 1:15 but find herself unable to answer the question. She will be forced to stand at the board until 1:20 at which time she will wet herself out of fear. After she wets herself, Mizuiro Hanasaku will take a picture on his phone which will cause her to run from the room crying at 1:23
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Faust looked around the room at his new classmates. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of a black notebook with silver words on the cover, he turned and looked over to the girl who'd pulled it from her backpack, but she was already bent over writing furiously with her pen. He turned back to the front of the room.
"Yuuki, come to the board and answer the question."
The slim girl stood up and shuffled up to the board. She picked up the black dry erase marker and stared at the board in a sort of dumbfounded trance.
"Uhm..." She squealed before putting the marker to the board and writing an answer.
"That's incorrect, try again."
"But--"
"Try again."
'Well...that wasn't very nice...' Faust thought to himself watching the struggling girl intently.
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Emily looked over to the clock, 1:19, she turned back to the room feigning boredom.
"Uhm...Err..." Yuuki stuttered, shaking at the knees, shoulders and well, everywhere. Emily watched her movements as the seconds ticked by.
"...Ms. Kato--"
"Ah! No!" Yuuki suddenly exclaimed dropping her marker as a splashing sound hit Emily's ears.
"Oh my god is she wetting herself?" She heard someone whisper. She quickly turned to see Mizuiro dig through his bag and pull out his phone and take a picture of Yuuki as she finished wetting herself.
"Eep!" Yuuki squealed at the camera flash before bursting into tears at the realization that it was a camera and running out of the room.
The whole class sat in an awkward silence with different thoughts running through their minds collectively.
'What the heck just happened?'
'Whoa...'
And of course Emily's only real thought : 'Oh my GOD...IT WORKS.'
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"Toi la nha!" Emily shouted walking into the house.
"You're late," Joseph mumbled pointing to the clock, 3:15.
"There was an incident--"
"Were you the cause?" Joseph cut her off, she shook her head, "Just don't be late again."
"'Kay," She said skipping happily into her room and throwing her bag on her bed.
"How was remedial summer school?" Vivian asked, looking up from her book...what a nerd.
"Fun, Kato Yuuki wet herself today," Emily said, Vivian dropped her book.
"...You didn't."
"I did."
"...Wonderful, you have a magical notebook that makes people wet...and you're using it to make your classes more interesting?" Vivian asked looking over her glasses like a pissed off librarian.
"Uhm...what am I supposed to do?" Emily asked staring at her sister, "I'm not sure there's a way I can use it make the world a better place."
"Well you could...yeah I got nothing," Vivian responded, "Just don't get caught..."
"Oh you know I will."
"What?"
"Nothing!"
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Lenny Berkowitz
Holds it through the night starting at 8pm but in the morning finds himself unable to use the bathroom due to being trapped in Joseph's deathgrip. He loses control at 8:15 am.
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Joseph sat drinking green tea and playing checkers with Lenny.
"Ohmygod! I win!" Lenny squealed, Joseph smiled, Lenny was sucked at checkers, chess was another matter but checkers...he'd been brutally destroyed by Alan, Vivian, Emily, and well...everyone, even Kyrie, who could barely speak English. [Though he had later gone and completely owned them in chess]
"Looks like you do," Joseph said, letting the blond enjoy his victory before getting up and walking over to him.
"What is it?" Lenny asked, his answer came in the form of a kiss.
"Congratulations," Joseph mumbled pulling away just a little bit which made Lenny whine softly. Joseph smirked and recaptured the boy's lips and gently pulled the blond up out of his seat. The Asian quickly slipped his tongue into the taller boy's mouth exploring every inch of it. He pulled back quickly, smirking.
"That's one hell of a congratulations," Lenny mumbled, Joseph just smiled sweetly before embracing him and sliding his hand up his shirt lightly touching his back.
"Well, you deserve it," Joseph whispered nipping Lenny's neck, eliciting a strangled moan from the boy.
"D-Don't do that," He breathed softly, Joseph just innocently traced patters on his neck.
"Do what? This?" The Asian snickered and nipped his neck again, "Why?"
"It's naughty..."
"That's why I'm doing it~!"
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And that's where I'm gonna leave you~ wkwkwk...
Anyway...chapter 3 will be up...eventually.... >.>
Someday, I will grace you with porn~!
--Silvery |
This story is originally from one of my favorite omorashi story sites, Bound2Burst. It was originally written by Veronique, a frequent poster on the site. The grammar is a bit off, but it's still very much understandable. I will also post the second story involving Madeleine later. Also, I am in no way trying to take credit for this story. I simply wanted to share it with all of you wonderful people! (And I promise, I will write original material once this semester of school ends.)
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My friend Madeleine and me had made plans to visit an arts festival where painting by some . popular amateur artists would be on display, together with traditional handmade crafts.
I drove to Madeleine's house and climbed the stairs to the flat she shared with a roommate.
"Oh, hello," Madeleine greeted me as she opened the door. "Can you wait a minute? I'm not quite ready."
I said that was fine, and watched her as she headed for the bathroom, perhaps to use the toilet. The bathroom door turned out to be locked, and when I listened I could hear the shower running. Her roommate was evidently in there. If Madeleine did need the toilet, her need could not have been too urgent because, after a moment's thought, she put on her shoes and said that she would be ready to go.
Since I knew the way, we took my car and started on the one-hour drive to the exhibition centre. We talked about nothing in particular, just small talk to while away the journey. After about twenty minutes, Madeleine asked: " How long will it take to get there?"
I wondered again if she had been trying to use the toilet before we started out. "Another twenty minutes or so," I said, knowing that it was in fact closer to forty. Smiling then, I teased, "Is my company so bad that you can't wait to get there?"
"No, not at all," she answered, a little defensively. She seemed distracted, a slightly irritable edge to her voice.
After a pause, I added, "Why did you ask?"
"No reason. It's not important." she replied.
I let the subject drop, wondering if might become important soon.
About half way there, we encountered a detour and had to leave the main road for a smaller one. This added more time to our journey, so that our arrival time was shunted back to about an hour again, the same as when we began our journey.
For the next fifteen minutes ,we chatted about nearly everything, but then she became more and more silent. At the edge of my vision, I saw her cross her legs, something that was not easy to do in a car as small as mine.
"I haven't seen any signs yet!" Madeleine comments, a note of anxiety now clearly audible in her voice. "I think we should be there any minute though, shouldn't we?"
"Sorry," I said. "When we took that detour, I was so busy talking to you that I forgot to watch out for any more signs. I think we may be lost."
"You're kidding?" she blurted out, her eyes suddenly wide.
"It's no problem, I've got a map. As soon as I can find somewhere to pull off the road, we can have a look at it and try to work out where we are."
"Alright, but I hope it doesn't take long" she mumbled.
I didn't comment this because I knew exactly what her problem was.
Several minutes later, I found a pull-in at the side of the road. It was adjacent to a woodland, and Madeleine might have decided to go and relieve herself in there had there not been a two-metre fence separating the trees from the road.
I looked at the map and told her, in my gravest voice, that we had been driving the wrong way for the last thirty minutes or more, and that we would have to make our way back along the same route until we came across one of the detour signs pointing the way we should have gone.
I was aware that Madeleine was crossing and recrossing her legs constantly, her knees knocking into the dashboard each time she did this. As I sat looking at her, she suddenly bent forward and pulled her waistband away from her abdomen. Surely, she was doing this because her belt was putting unwanted pressure on her swollen bladder. I was convinced that she really needed to pee now.
After ten minutes of driving back the way we had come, Madeleine asked: "Veronique, would you please stop somewhere? I need to take a leak."
"I haven't seen any gas stations lately," I remarked. "It might be better to wait until we are back on a more major road."
"I would prefer not to wait that long," she informed me, swallowing as she spoke the words. "I don't mind to go in behind some bushes, if you can stop next to a wooded area."
I didn't want to end my game now and tried to delay her.
"Hey, it's only about another ten miles back to where we got lost, and as soon as we're back on track, we'll get onto the main road and find some services. It should only be about another fifteen minutes. Can you wait that long!"
"I think so," she said, although she didn't sound very sure.
"If you're so bad, I'll look for somewhere to stop along here," I offered, knowing that she would not want to admit to me that she was that desperate to pee.
And anticipated, she made a dismissive gesture with her hand she said: "No, no. It's not urgent."
People say that actions speak louder than words, and the way she was pulling on her waistband from time to time suggested she was fast approaching an emergency situation.
We finally found a detour sign and I followed the route I should have taken in the first place. Soon after, we were queuing at the entrance to the car park where the festival was being held. Madeleine looked relieved, but there was still a line of cars ahead of us, which meant another delay. She frowned in concentration, and I knew she was doing her best not to start jiggling her legs around, now that she was almost there which would be making her desire to pee extremely urgent.
A minute passed, and her resolve weakened. She no longer seemed able sit still, although she still made a half-hearted attempt to hide her predicament. Finally, we rolled into the parking area I parked the car and climbed out, and turning, I watched through the window as Madeleine once against loosened her belt.
Madeleine climbed out and stood awkwardly, bending slightly forward at the waist. "How long we have to walk?" she asked, the tremble in her voice betraying the strain she was under as she fought to maintain control of her bladder.
"I think three minutes or so. Why?" "I told you," she retorted, "I h
ave to go to the toilet."
"Oh, yes, of course. Well, we're here now. I'm sure you can hold it for another three minutes."
She didn't answer.
We had to cross a street, and while we had to wait for the lights to turn green, I noticed that Madeleine was bending forward again. After a few seconds of this, she couldn't stand still any longer and started to tap her heels as she hopped from one foot to the other.
It took us another five minutes to reach the entrance, by which time I saw Madeleine was desperately looking around for any sign of a toilet. I knew where the toilets were, but of course I didn't say anything.
While unable to stand still, Madeleine made a heroic effort to slow down her movements as much as possible. I couldn't help smiling to myself. She's a very proud, proper young lady, and I secretly enjoyed watching her have to squirm like this in public.
"Oh," she gasped involuntarily, turning a sheepish glance on me. "I've to find a toilet soon!" she whispered. Trying to ignore her, I looked some of the artefacts on display.
Suddenly, Madeleine walked briskly ahead, and it was difficult for me to keep up with her. I think walking helped her, but she walked in the wrong direction and I wondered how long it would take until she would notice this.
"Oh, I really need a toilet. Do you think there are some in the tent where the food is sold?"
I already knew there weren't any lavatories in there, but I said: "I don't know, but I think they must have one!"
Inside, while Madeleine was searching for the non-existent toilets, we ran into Mike, one of the guy who sells sculptures made of wood. I knew he had a think for Madeleine, so he naturally made a beeline to intercept her.
"Maddie," he began enthusiastically. "It has been a while. How have you been?"
Madeleine had no choice but to stop and talk to him, the situation forcing her to stand still. I noticed she had both hands plunged deep into her pockets, and she stood there with her thighs pressed tightly together, fighting the urge to dance around in her desperation.
Since Mike was solely focused on her, I could watch Madeleine's struggles without my attention on her being noticed. I could see that her legs shivered from time to time with the effort of maintaining control of her bladder muscles, but somehow she managed to hold on to her smile.
I stepped back unobtrusively to get a better look at what she was doing, and noticed that she trying to shift her weight from foot to foot without raising either of them from the floor. She was definitely bursting, and I wondered how long she was going to able to maintain her composure.
Several times, she tried to end the conversation, but it was never easy to cut Mike short. As each attempt to get away failed, Madeleine's movements became more jerky and intense. She finally resorted to standing with her legs crossed, clearly on the brink of wetting herself, but somehow she went on hold it, her pride forcing her to hold on to her dignity, and what must surely be about two pints of pee by this time.
Then, Madeleine started bending her knees. I knew she couldn't stand this much longer.
Providence was on her side. Another visitor expressed an interest in Mike's sculptures, forcing him to say goodbye to Madeleine with obvious reluctance.
Madeleine walked over to me with very stiff legs. When she judged she was out of Mike's earshot, she whispered urgently to me, "I need to pee now! Please help me find the toilets!"
"But I'm hungry and..." I tried to say, but she interrupted me.
"I'm nearly wetting my pants I need to take a leak now or I'm going to explode! Alright?"
Forgetting about her dignity, she began to pee dance as she walked, informing me that she was very close to losing control of herself.
We spotted an Information desk, and taking careful steps, Madeleine hurried over to ask where the toilets were. I hurried to keep up with her, and as I drew alongside, she hissed, "I can't wait any longer!"
But there was someone in front of her at the Information desk, so she had no choice but to wait after all. Again, she tried to hide her desperation, standing with her thighs clenched tightly together. Somehow, this enabled her to stand still without squirming or dancing.
The person in front of her asked one question after another, and I wondered how much longer Madeleine would be able to stand there without wiggling. Behind us, other visitors were joining the queue. I knew that Madeleine would do everything in her power to hold on without wiggling around in front of these people, betraying her desperation to them.
It was too much to ask, however, and several times she was forced to b raise one leg to help her hold her pee.
After what must have felt like an eternity, it was finally her turn. Madeleine forced herself to stand still, doing her best to separate her legs and strike a casual pose for the benefit of anyone who might be watching her. With a smile on her face and a tremulous voice, she asked the man behind the desk where the toilets were located. It must be a great effort to hold her pee with her legs apart, but somehow she managed it. He told her that they were by the exit at the back, that meant we had to walk for another five minutes before she could get the relief she so desperately craved.
Madeleine quickly walked ahead and I followed close behind. After a few metres, she slowed her pace and began taking very careful steps. "I'm gonna pee my pants" she mumbled " I'm not gonna fucking make it!"
"Come on, we're nearly there!" I encouraged her, but I knew from the way she said it that she must be about to lose it.
Suddenly she stopped and froze. After only a second, she resumed walking, but almost at once she was forced to stop again. She was clearly at the end of her tether and no longer able to control herself. Poor, proud Madeleine was nearly peeing her pants in public.
After standing like a statue a few seconds more, she slowly bent her knees and nearly sat down.
"Are you O.K?" I asked
"I think I peed my pants a bit" she said with tears in her eyes.
"Come on, try to walk again. Everybody is looking at you". I said it lightly, teasing her, but she was in no longer in any condition to care about what people might think of her.
She made a huge effort to get up and continue walking normally, but she was now so incredibly desperate that she was forced to hold herself, and quite unable to hide that she was breaking her neck for a pee.
"I never going make it," she whispered to me. "The next spurt will come out any second!"
As if reacting to her fears, another wave of desperation made her stop walking yet again. This time, she stood with her legs hard crossed, forcing both hands between her clenched thighs.
Suddenly, she hobbled to one side, opened her waistband, pulled down her pants and squatted. Pee began to splash on the ground.
"What are you doing?" I asked "I'm really sorry," she said "but I can't hold it one fucking moment longer! I already peed myself, I'm so sorry"
After what must have seemed an eternity to her, Madeleine pulled up her pants and secured the waistband. I saw a dark patch between her legs where she had started to wet herself. I tried not to let her see the smirk on my face. It was not every day one got to witness someone as proud as Madeleine unable to hold her pee in public. It made up for all the times she would tease me when I was desperate to go and couldn't find a toilet.
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I am interested to know whether or not you enjoy this type of writing style. As I have never written an original omorashi piece before, I'm not sure how to go about it. Let me know if this is the type of writing style you enjoy reading. Thanks! |
This story is originally from one of my favorite omorashi story sites, Bound2Burst. It was originally written by Veronique, a frequent poster on the site. This is the second piece involving Madeleine. I have already posted the first. The grammar is a bit off, but it's still very much understandable. Also, I am in no way trying to take credit for this story. I simply wanted to share it with all of you wonderful people! (And I promise, I will write original material once this semester of school ends.)
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Madeleine stopped her work for a moment and looked at the clock. She was in a bit in a hurry because she had three appointments with lessors to find a new flat. Time has passed so quickly this afternoon, and she had to be at the first address in under an hour. Madeleine did her best to finish her work before running to her car, touching up her make-up on the way. Ten minutes into the journey, she realized for the first time that she had not used the toilet before leaving, and now felt a slight urge to pee. She tried to remember her last visit of the restrooms, realizing with a shock of surprise that she hadn't been since lunchtime. She considered trying to stop somewhere to do something about her bladder, but then decided that her need for relief was tolerable and kept driving.
It was a serious miscalculation. Her desire to pee increased with alarming speed, and fidgeting as she drove, she wondered why it was builing up so fast? Sure, she had been sitting at her desk the entire afternoon, and she supposed that her bladder had been steadily filling without sending out any urgent signals for attention. Now she was on the move, her treacherous muscles had relaxed and she was now forced to seriously clench them to keep from losing control.
At last, she came in the area where the the first flat was located, and had to force her conentration of making all the right turns to find the address. After what seemed like an hour, she finally arrived and parked on the roadside, grateful that there was a space right outside the building and she had not been forced to walk.
As she climbed out of the car, Madeliene was relieved to find that the sharp urge to pee had abated for the moment, although she still felt the sensation of a really full bladder. At least she could walk fairly normally and retain her dignity.
After a few minutes, Madeleine found the apartment and rang the bell. The man who opened the door to welcome her was old and looked a little bit leery, but she didn't feel she could just turn and leave at this stage. She followed him up a flight of stairs to the second floor where he opened another door, this one to the flat itself.
He spent the next few minutes conducting her from room to room, pointing out the flat's highlight. Madeleine was pleasantly surprised by how nice it actually looked: clean, well-appointed, nice furniture instead of the usual cast-offs used to populate most rental properties. It was only when the man showed her the bathroom that she remembered her need to pee, and imagined how good it would feel to sit on the bowl and let it go. She resisted the urge to ask. She really didn't want to look like a school girl in front of this odd little man, whose decision it would be whether or not she got the flat. Struggling to keep her composure, followed him as he continued the tour, trying not to draw attention to her need to pee.
When the tour was over, the little man started offering her information about the cost of the flat, and telling her a little about the neighbours and so on. He was very talkative and constantly managed to deflect the convesation away from the business at hand. After half an hour of this, Medeleine was both anxious to get going to view the next flat on her list, and to do something about her now bulging bladder which was sending signals for attention with steadily decreasing intervals. She found herself crossing her legs, first one way and then other. It was only when she finally tried to stand that she realized she was really in trouble.
Desperate to bring the interview to a close, she fought the urge to cross her legs while standing, still unwilling to betray her desperation. She glanced at her watch, noting that she was going to be late for the next appointment, and would now probably not have time to find a toilet before keeping it. Under her breath, she cursed this voluble little man who was delaying her. Unable to stand still any longer, Madeleine interrupted her host in the middle of an interminable story, and explained that she really had to be going. Again, she was sorely tempted to ask to use his bathroom, but stiffening her resolve, she determined to make herself hold it until she could find a gas station of nearby pub.
She gratefully took her leave and hurried to her car, her need to pee suddenly reaching a new peak. She stood there fumbling with her keys, hopping from foot to foot and tapping her heels. She was frantic to get into the car where she could sit and cross her legs for a minute before driving on.
Sitting down was certainly a relief, but she was now so desperate, she realized she simply had to find somewhere to relieve herself before visiting the next flat. On her way, she squirmed in her seat, the pressure on her abdomen now extreme. Focused on her urgent need to pee, she missed the turning onto the road she was looking for, and had to drive on a way before finding somewhere to turn and go back, wasting more precious minutes.
She was starting to bounce in her seat, and realized she was very close to losing control. She didn't dare get out of the car like this because she knew she would just wet herself as soon as she stood up. Instead, she tried to calm herself down, telling herself that she would make it if she didn't panic. She looked for anywhere that might have a public lavatory, but she couldn't see anything even remotely promising. Then she was outside flat number two, and knew she simply had to hold her pee until she got inside. This time, however, there would be no hiding her desperation from the owner. This time, she would ask to use the bathroom right away.
Stepping out onto the pavement, she quickly looked around, hoping to see a pub; something. But it was all just residential properties. She would have to go on waiting for relief.
When she reached the flat and rang the door bell, no one answered the summons. Madeleine groaned: the lessor wasn't there yet! Now she had to fight the urge to pee for even longer. She considered going back to the car, but decided to wait in front of the door, trying not to dance around too much, but it was almost impossible for her to keep still now.
After three minutes of waiting, she felt was more in control again and managed to stood there with her legs slightly apart, not looking desperate. She glanced along the road to see if anyone was coming, but there was no sign of anyone. She winced: How much longer? As the next wave of urgency assailed her, she started to pace up and down. Walking helped her to maintain control, but by this time, her bladder felt like it would not be able to stretch any further. She was running out of time. Clenching her teeth, she drew her phone from her bag and called the lessor's number. He answered at once, and in response to her question, he explained that she would have to wait a few minutes more because he was stuck in traffic.
Madeleine moaned. She really needed a toilet now and was barly able to cover her desperation. She hobbled back to her car and sat down. Instead of helping, this merely tightened the waistband of her skirt, making it cut into her abandom. At least here she had more privacy, and sat there shaking her legs and holding her crotch. If this went on much longer, she was going to burst! Unable to bear the pressure, she pulled her waistband away from her body and loosened her belt. The pressure subsided a little, just enough to allow her to go back out in public again without having to do a pee dance.
After maybe ten or twelve minutes, the lessor arrived. He was about sixty years old and very untidy. Suppressing the urge to grimance, Madeleine put on her professional smile and shook his hand.
He let her into the flat and led her to the kitchen first, apparently assuming that a woman always wanted to see this first. Madeleine, who had been on the verge of asking to use the bathroom, paused in surprise. The kitchen was in amazing condition, better than the one in the first flat. She felt s thrill of excitement; this could very well be the flat for her. Her job was short-lived because of her frantic desire to pee, but she resisted the impulse to ask about the bathroom just yet. She felt it wasn't quite appropriate to ask the minute after she walked in the door. Besides, the man was busy talking to her. What was it with men who had properties to lease and this endless chatter?
Madeleine did her best to concentrate on what the man was saying, but her tortured bladder was foremost on her mind, and she knew the time was fast approaching when she would absolutely have to do something about it. She made herself wait as little bit longer, nodding in what she hoped were all the right places as the man described the utilities to her in excruciating detail. She caught herself fumbling with her waistband, and forced her hands back to her sides. Oh, she was about to burst. She had to ask him very, very soon.
Another, terrible wave of desperation hit her, making her stomach muscles cramp, making her gasp. She suppressed the sound as best she could, but the man gave her an odd, inquisitive look. "Is something wrong?" he asked, worried perhaps that she didn't like the flat.
"No, not at all," she answered, appalled to hear the strain in her voice as she spoke. "Um, actually, I wonder if I could use your bathroom?"
The man didn't seem to understand at first, and asked why she didn't want to see it. Madeleine shook her head, plunging both hands into her pockets as she explained that she needed to pee.
"Oh dear. I'm sorry. The bathroom isn't working."
"Not working?" she asked, her voice suddenly a little shrill.
"The flat has not been plumbed in yet. There's no water. It's scheduled for next week."
Madeleine, shocked and right on the verge of wetting herself, stood there speechless. She had to pee. She was absolutely about to burst! How could the plumbing not be working? Trying to control her rising panic, she said as calmly as she could manage. "I see. Alright, I'll just have to wait."
They resumed the tour, the man leading madeleine from the kitchen into the living room. As the man talked, she started to tap her right foot, then the left, no longer able to stand still at all. The man looked at her legs and raised his eyebrows. "Wow! I think you really do need to pee."
Embarrassed, Madeleine forced herself to stand still, but she could only keep it up for a few seconds before the need to struggle overcame her again. She pressed both legs together and clenched her muscles shut as hard as she possibly could, but she knew that she couldn't hold it any longer. Once again, she began dancing around, and now she noticed that the lessor seemed to be enjoying this. She fought to control her anger at the old sadist and fought to compose herself again, but without sucess. She really had to pee now!
She rammed both hands deep in her pockets again and started bouncing up and down. She knew from earlier experiences that she would be forced to wet herself during the next minutes. She became more and more frantic and interrupted the old man's diatribe.
"I really need to pee. Please, I have to use the bathroom."
"Ive already explain, you can't," he replied, smiling at her with obvious enjoyment at her dilemma.
"Where's the nearest public toilet then?" Madeleine asked, her words tumbling out in her haste to be gone.
The man's grin broadened. "There's would be a gas station a few blocks away."
As Madeleine hurried towards the door, he called after her, "What do you want to do about the flat? Are you interested? If you are, this will only take a few more minutes."
Madeleine paused, tears brimming in her eyes because she knew she couldn't last any longer. The flat was awesome and she didn't want to lose it. Hopping from foot to foot, she begged him for a new appointment.
"Yes, alright," he agreed, and pulled out his diary to consult it.
Madeleine gasped. She couldn't bear any delay. "Look, I...I'll call you in t-ten minutes!" she shouted back as she walked stiffly out of the flat, her heavy bladder bouncing painfully with every step. She tried to hurry but she couldn't without running the risk of an accident. She didn't know how she managed to get back top her car without wetting herself, but somehow she managed to keep most of it in. Only a small squirt escaped into her underwear as she opened the door and sank onto the driver's seat. She started the engine and started driving, having no idea where she was going. She bounced her upper body up and down, so very close to peeing on the car seat.
More by luck than judgement, she found the gas station and performed a dangerous maneuvre as she crossed the street and drove onto the forecourt. She tried to stop as close to the toilets as possible and almost fell out of her car, then hurried bent double towards the door marked women. With a tremendous effort, she managed to pull her hand away from her crotch and tried to walk normally as she approached the toilet door. If anyone got in her way at this stage, she would certainly pee in her pants. She was right on the edge of wetting herself.
She reached the toilet door and found it locked! She should have realized. Grimacing in pain, she hobbled to the main door and went inside and get the key. She franticly tried to hold back the flow, and rammed both hands back into her pockets. She was horrified to discover that this no longer helped at all. Instead, she pulled the waistband of her trousers away from her abdomen, her hands now trembling.
Just before she reached the door, she felt another little spurt escape and suddenly crouched down on her heel. It was the only way she could prevent herself from wetting her clothes any more. She tried to cover this action by fumbling at her shoe with one hand, the other still pressed deep into her crotch. The situation was now so bad that she couldn't stop massaging her pubic area.
After about ten long seconds she tried to stand up again, but found it impossible for take her hand away from her crotch. She held her bag in front of her to cover what she was doing and hobbled into the store.
Without even being asked, the attendant handed her the keys to the toilets. Madeleine didn't even feel humiliated that her predicament was so obvious. She couldn't think clearly, and for a few seconds become completly apathetic, almost resigned to wetting herself.
But then she felt another spurt escape from her, and this time she started to run to the toilets, ignoring her throbbing bladder. During this dash, she lost a few more spurts, unable to stop pee leaking out into her knickers now. The pain caused by running was sheer torture, and it forced her to stop once more to cross her legs. She made herself resume walking with tiny steps and stiff legs. It seemed to take forever to reach the door to the women's room.
When at last she made it, she had to stand there with her legs tightly crossed and with her knees bent as she inserted and turned the key. She literally fell inside, crouching down again to fight the next, incredibly painful wave of desperation. Half-sitting on the floor, she struggled to open her belt and jeans, then stood to pull down her pants in one swift movement. She covered the last few steps to the cubicle and dropped down onto the bowl with so much force that her pee shot out in an explosive jet. Madeleine sat there open-mouthed, moaning with relief as her bladder started to empty and the huge pressure she had been enduring for so long, finally started to subside.
She looked down at the crotch of her jeans, relieved to find the wet patch was a lot smaller than she expected. Her shoulders sagged as she went on peeing, totally exhausted. She felt too weary to even think about driving to her third appointment. She also didn't call the man from the second flat; she felt too ashamed to face him again.
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I am interested to know whether or not you enjoy this type of writing style. As I have never written an original omorashi piece before, I'm not sure how to go about it. Let me know if this is the type of writing style you enjoy reading. Thanks! |
I am guilty of the exclamation point error in dialogue, but it's rare because I always immediately indicate the speaker's name right after. The question mark is harder to get over.
But I just wanted to comment on that writing guide from FF.net by Farla. It is good and very basic, but there are some *artistic* flaws in the dialogue section. I was wanting to give warning to anyone passing by this and who might have or will read it.
-- I have never heard of these rules; any of them. Flipping through 45 different author-related magazines, attended a couple of writer conferences, and studied nearly 25 how-to books, this is the first time I've come across this. The closest I've seen was a published author mentioning that 'said' as a word is ok, and that alternate speech tags were good, but not necessary to be overused. He mentioned one woman proudly stated at an author's meeting that she almost never used the word 'said' in her whole manuscript, and questioned her.He did say however that speech tags aren't always necessary at all and he's right. He pointed out that we can see a mood of a person through their acting, allowing us to identify with the character more clearly.
Personally, I've also seen that using the word 'said', like anything other word or phrase, can be horribly overused and wear down the writing. 'Said' should not be used all the time, in fact it should be avoided in a constant conversation. Only the occasional cue is needed. If 2 people are talking, you don't even need to address who is talking as long as it's consistent. As always, keep the actions of that character while they talk within the same paragraph and the response from another character in another paragraph.
I've also seen some great acting come out of using alternate speech tags, and 'stated' is not wrong. Using the word automatically implies the action of simple, monotone words coming out and can define a character instantly. Examples to sum up everything I said:
"General, the platoon was wiped out; no survivors," the soldier said. ()
"General, the platoon was wiped out; no survivors," the soldier said.
This is debated but also completely wrong at the same time. I've seen one author point out that 'laugh' is not actually a speech tag at all. Grammatically he is right, it's a common misconception but words cannot be "laughed", and he said to never use laugh in dialogue at all. But culturally in the English language, it is acceptable.That said, by nature as a speech tag, words can be "laughed" and there is no limitation. Number and type of words are not limited to whispers or shouts any more it is a laugh. Farla missed the point because she has attached 'laugh' as an action only, but strangely made up a rule that allows only one or two words that can be spoken while laughing, and emphasizes only on a single strength of laugh.
People can and do talk as they laugh. Just as the author I noted talked about actions, the strength of the laughter needs to be indicated. A full-hearty laugh nobody can speak through. But if someone can speak while laughing, we automatically know that the laugh itself is not very powerful. Examples:
"Oh no! That is too funny," she giggled.
"Oh no!" she stopped to laugh, "That is too funny."
"Oh no!" she stooped over and cried with heavy laughter. "That is too funny," she finished with a sigh.
She burst into laughter "Oh no! That—that is," she tried completing her words in between laughs, "—just—too funny!"
Interrupting sentences was pointed out, but it's difficult for Farla to explain. Dialogue should only be interrupted mid-sentence if there is an action that momentarily stops or comes in the middle of the speech. Example:
"Hi. This," she said waving an arm in presentation, "is it."
-- I make a strong distinction of uses between the ellipsis (...) and dash (--, —) for artistic reasons. The ellipsis is typically used for dialogue that goes unfinished. Culturally and in its roots, it is synonymous with being unfinished. In fact, it's root word in Greek stands for "falling short" or "omission". The dash on the other hand is a pause. -- This is utterly and outright wrong; do not believe a word of this because people pause all the time, very frequently in fact when when they speak, and also when performing actions. In real life, people stop constantly and stutter quite a bit as we search for words to piece together our thoughts. Many people even attach "uh" to that pause (I do). And most people are moving around when they talk. If you create simple dead talk in your writing, it will bore the reader. Action is extremely important, because it's acting, making things realistic, believable, interesting, and most importantly, entertaining.The dash in her example is also completely unnecessary. Almost every single book you pick up will not include a dash (or ellipsis) for the interruption.
I have an entire article somewhere that details everything I've researched about good writing. It's really
funny, because authors that write how-to's go like, "Writing a children's book is different, you need to [lists rules and suggestions]" and then another, "Writing thriller is different because you need to
" and another writer says, "Writing mystery is different from other genres and to write good mystery you need to [lists same exact rules and suggestions]".Authors quote each other all over the place without even knowing it because they are genre specialists. There are some set and simple guidelines to good writing that can be taught without interfering with style and that even helps enhance said style. Stuff that should be the basis of every creative writing class.
"Write What You Know"
"Show, Don't Tell"
"Suspense of Disbelief"
"Trim the Excess"
"Strong Writing"
"Character Identification"
All of these points are all directly related to a few core points as part of a science. Writing is a lot like cooking: there is artistic license required to make a good and unique dish, but there's an underlying science to make it work. |
Hello there,
Here's my latest story. Not so surprisingly, it involves a loli.
It took me a while to get it written as I didn't find a good way to end it (well, now I did, I hope you like it.)
WARNING: I don't want to spoil, but I have to warn you the story contains description of dark thoughts of a loli and sexual attraction from an older teen for said loli.
I hope you enjoy it and please, comment ;)
“Alright kids, time for a fast bathroom break and we'll be on the road again.” My dad announced.
“Don't need to.” I replied while Dylan and Bret walked out of the car to the public restroom.
They are my older brothers, respectively fifteen and seventeen years old. The only thing they can do is pick on me whenever they get a chance, and it happens quite often. Now we were on our way to a mediocre camping where I'd have to share a tent with them. Clearly, the next couple of weeks would be the most horrible and boring holidays I'd ever spent.
“We won't make a stop for the next two hours, you should go to make sure you don't need to go till then.” He insisted.
“I'm sure, I'm not a baby anymore!” I assured, more concerned about my DS game than anything else. Besides, it was raining heavily and I didn't want to get wet.
“Remember you had an accident not that long ago, Tanya.” He added.
It had been just over a month since I had wet myself at school, and Dad had made a huge deal out of it. He argued it was unacceptable for an eleven year old to be so careless and if I wanted to be treated like a big girl, I should start to behave like one. What a jerk! Yes, I'd had an accident but it wasn't as if I peed my pants every month.
“I don't need to go at all, I swear you!” I confirmed with an irritated voice.
I was old enough to know when I needed to pee and I didn't need right then. Actually, I could have pushed some out if I wanted to but it wasn't like I really needed to. Furthermore, I was so close to clear the fifth level that making a pause would certainly ruin all my efforts.
“Well, have it your way then. Just make sure you don't make a mess in the car...” He finally gave up.
About an hour later, we entered a tunnel and the traffic started to slow down until we were driving at walking speed. We were stuck in a traffic jam in the middle of a tunnel. Of course, my bladder saw it as a good opportunity to inform me of its fullness. That was unfortunate but there's nothing I could do about it. My only option was to wait for the next rest area. I was hoping the traffic jam wouldn't retain us too long. I was certainly able to hold it for a while, but I didn't know how long.
My thoughts drifted to Milly. She should have landed in San Francisco by now and was probably having a great day, while I was sitting uncomfortably in a small car with my annoying brothers and boring parents, wondering if I'd be able to hold my pee. I wished I was with her. I would have loved to see San Francisco and spending the holiday with her would have been so exciting. She had been my best (and only) friend since the day we both wet ourselves at school.
The thought of this miserable experience didn't really help ease up my unpleasant urge. In fact, the pressure in my abdomen was increasing quickly. I tried to discretely clench my legs together but I had to avoid crossing them, grabbing my crotch, bouncing on my seat or any other sign that would reveal my desperation. If my dad had found out, he would have thrown me out of the car in the middle of the tunnel, scolding me till I pee myself on the side of the way. I shivered at the thought and clenched my legs a bit harder to try to control the ever increasing pressure.
Half an hour later, as I failed for the tenth time to beat the sixth boss, a strong pressure wave hit me so suddenly I was caught by surprise. Before I had the time to react, a hot spurt forced its way out of my unsuspecting girlhood. Within a split second, my panties were defeated and pee started to spread into my tights and shorts, trickling down between my legs and inducing a warm, sticky feeling on my girlhood and under my butt. My legs still as tightly clenched as my muscles would allow, I slightly leaned forward and repositioned my dripping butt deep into the seat in order to fight the leaking. After a couple of seconds, I managed to stop it without anyone noticing, although my face was burning and probably beet red. I glanced down and sighed in relief as I saw no evidence of the leaking on the front of my shorts so I decided that I'd just let it dry off and nobody would ever know.
“Tany, do you need to pee?” Dylan suddenly asked with what seemed to be a concerned tone in his voice.
Although I didn't think it was possible, my face burned even hotter as I tried to hide my embarrassment.
“N-no... I'm alright.” I mumbled, not taking my eyes off the screen.
Fortunately, he didn't insist. It seemed strange, since he and Bret usually never missed an opportunity to pick on me. Anyway, I certainly didn't complain, I had other thing to think about. The pressure in my abdomen was still pretty strong despite the leak I had before. I concentrated on my game in order to forget about my bladder and it kinda worked for a few minutes. I finally beat the sixth level and proceeded to the last one.
When we drove out of the tunnel and the traffic became more fluid, the unpleasant urge reappeared. I discretely clenched my legs again and pushed on my crotch with my wrists. I thought about asking my dad to stop at the next rest area but quickly dismissed it as a bad idea. My short wasn't dry yet and if I had to get up soon, everybody would notice the wet spot on my shorts and on the seat. What shall I do? My desperation was growing every minute and it would take at least half an hour for my short to dry. Unconsciously, my exhausted body started to shiver despite my useless attempts to act as if nothing was wrong.
The car suddenly jolted as my dad hit the brakes. The traffic was slowing down again. I bounced forward, dropping my DS, and felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. This strike was all my inflated bladder could take and it started to expel its contents through my defeated girlhood despite my desperate attempts to keep it inside. The uncontrollable flow instantly soaked my panties, proceeded through my tights and my shorts to settle in the seat's fabric. The warm humiliating sensation quickly expanded under my butt and legs. I bent forward to pick up my DS and remained in that position for a few seconds, desperately trying to seal my floodgates. The flow lessened but didn't stop completely and I could hear a slight hissing sound. As I sat back, I saw a dark spot spreading slowly on my shorts. I put my arms and my DS on my lap in the hope of hiding the wet patch. When I finally killed the undesirable stream, my entire butt was warm and sticky. Although a good amount of pee had spurted out, I felt like my bladder was still as full as before and the pain in my abdomen hadn't decreased.
As I looked up, I realized Dylan was starring at me with an unbelieving look. As my face turned beet red again, tears started to well up in my eyes. Did he notice? Why didn't he say anything? As I was fighting to hold my tears, I hadn't noticed I had attracted a lot of attention from Bret too.
“Tany... Did you... just... pee???” He asked loud enough for my dad to hear.
I slowly faced him while rearranging my arms on my lap to make sure the incriminating wet spot was completely hidden.
“N-no...” A tear escaped my eye as I lied.
I was running in a dead end. My panties were ruined, my shorts and tights were soaked with no hope of drying in time and above all, my desperation was stronger than ever. My dad looked in the mirror and pulled over to the emergency lane as soon as he saw my troubled face.
“Tanya, get out!” He shouted.
As Dylan opened the door and sprang out of the car, the tears I had been holding started to roll freely down my red puffy cheeks. When I started to move out, my floodgates broke again and the warm wetness trickled down my legs, drawing glistening tracks on my tights and dripping on the seat and carpet. I hurried to get out, stumbled over the door step and landed flat on the asphalt, scratching my elbows and knees. I just laid there, almost motionless save for my trembling. I was crying out loud, from the pain and the humiliation, while my poor girlhood freely allowed the hated yellow liquid to flow out of my suffering body. The nasty puddle spread around me, soaking the front of my shorts and even my shirt. I could sense the hot feeling reach from my knees to my belly and the flow hadn't even ended yet. While I was releasing my dirty fluid all over myself, my dad, mom and Bret had also left the car and gathered around me, contemplating my humiliation.
“Damn Tanya, look at yourself!” My dad scolded me, “I warned you and still you pee in my car like a little child! You really need to grow up. ”
“I-I'm... sorry...” I sheepishly mumbled between my sobs.
My bladder was finally empty now. I was lying in my puddle, totally soaked, humiliated, and my elbows and knees hurt badly. He was right though. I had been stupid not to use the bathroom when we had the opportunity. While Bret was laughing at me and making all kinds of degrading jokes, Dylan stood motionless with dropped jaw, eyes wide open, starring at me like a wonder-stricken kid. He had been acting pretty strangely today
“You're sorry? Yeah, I bet you are. It seems like it's the only thing you can do right, being sorry...” Dad went on with his scolding, “That stupid video game of yours will be confiscated till you stop acting so carelessly. Gosh, why do I have to bear with such a useless crybaby! Next time you go into this car I'll make you wear a diaper, that will teach you! ”
“Yeah, and she'll need one for school too.” Bret added with a vicious grin.
“Bret, how about you just shut up, you stupid jerk?!” Dylan spoke up for me while helping me getting up. “Can't you see she's hurt?”
I couldn't believe it. Why was he speaking up for me? What had happened to him? It was as if seeing me wet myself totally changed him. How could it be?
“Tany, are you ok?” He asked with a gentle voice.
How could I be ok? I was totally drenched with my own urine, disgraced in front of my whole family. My tights were torn over my bleeding knees, my elbows were aching and I had been severely scolded by my dad. No, I wasn't ok!
I glanced at the highway. There was still a lot of traffic but it was smooth and quite fast. For sure, if I'd run in front of a car, the driver wouldn't be able to avoid me. Who would miss me anyway? Certainly not my family, and Milly had lots of other friends much more valuable than me. I was just a complete failure and the world would be better off without me.
As I was about to run to the highway, Dylan laid his hands on my shoulders and pulled me gently toward him. I resisted for a second, pondering my choices till I decide to accept his brotherly compassion. I rested my head on his chest, careful not to stain his clothes with my pee. As I was crying my eyes out into his shirt, he slowly caressed my red ponytail and the back of my neck, speaking kind words I had never heard from him. It looked like my dad was pretty impressed too, since he didn't say anything anymore.
“You know you look a lot cuter when you smile?” He whispered, holding me tightly against him.
I nested into his cuddle, rejoiced by his sweet talks and his body's warmth. As I stood there lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt a growing bulge poking right under my chest. |
Linda was 20 years old and it was her first day at university. She was medium height with straight blond hair, which was tied into a cute shoulder length ponytail. She was wearing a beautiful flowery dress with red, yellow and green flowers on a black backdrop. The 2 shoulder straps came together in a V shape connecting just under her c cup breasts. Her black bra was clearly visible underneath the dress. Below her breasts a small corset made the whole dress hug her figure, and the skirt reached just above her knees. Under the skirt she was wearing black knickers.
Linda was standing in front of her front door, looking for her key to her new flat. She had gotten a room in a block of student flats and this was her first night. There had been a cheap booze day at the SU bar for the newly arriving students. It was 01:30 am and Linda had drunk way more than she was used to.
She was looking for her key in her handbag but couldn't seem to find it. She hadn't been able to find the toilet at the bar and was bursting for a wee. To make matters worse her tight corset was putting a lot of pressure on her bladder. She had her legs tightly crossed, and stood, bent forward slightly clenching her thighs together. Finally, she found her key and let herself into the apartment block.
Linda made her way to the main stairwell. It was dark and no-one was around. There was a lift and Linda decided to use it so she could stand still and regain some control of her bladder. She pushed the button to call the lift and kept her legs tightly crossed.
The lift arrived so Linda got in and pushed 5. The lift was really slow and she gave her pee hole a tight squeeze with her fingers. She kept squeezing for several seconds and regained some control. The urge to pee subsided a bit and Linda took the chance to relax her muscles. She drearily stared at her reflection and began to phase out. All she wanted to do now was have a wee and go to bed.
The lift arrived at her floor. As she walked out of the lift an intense urge to pee hit her so she squeezed her pee hole frantically and quickly regained control of herself. She lightly jogged over too her flats front door and got out her key. She was relieved that soon she would be able to pee.
Linda went into the flat and ran to the bathroom door. It was locked and she could hear that the shower was on inside. Her flatmate must have been in there so Linda went to her room and locked her door.
Now that she was in the privacy of her room she grabbed her pee hole with her right hand and squeezed it tight. Linda hobbled over to her bed and proceeded to sit on her heel. She frantically bounced around on her heel trying to get pressure on her pee hole to gain some control. After about five minutes of squirming frantically Linda managed to fight back the urge to pee. She only had the slightest tingle in her bladder. She immediately took the opportunity to relax her muscles, loosen her corset, and lay down on her bed. The shower was still running.
As Linda lay on her bed, looking up at the patterns on her ceiling, she began to get sleepy. Her eyelids became heavy and she slowly closed her eyes. She intently listened out for the bathroom door. The repetitive sound of the shower made Linda even more sleepy and she began to doze off.
Linda suddenly felt an unbearable urge to pee. It was an emergency and she was about to wet herself. She tried to grab her pee hole, but found she could only move very slowly because she was still half asleep. After over a second her hand reached between her legs and she squeezed as hard as she could. This wasn't very hard as all her muscles where very weak from exhaustion and she was at the edge of sleep. Linda listened to the sound of the shower still running.
"Hurry up, I'm nearly wetting myself" Linda thought to herself.
"I'm a big girl now, I've got to hold it" she thought, encouragingly, to herself.
After what seemed like an age the shower finally went quiet. Linda listened intently for the bathroom door, squeezing her thighs together and once again fidgeting frantically. Finally she heard the door open and before she could even think she was in the bathroom. She quickly pulled down her pants and sat on the toilet. A fierce torrent of pee began to come out. The relief was incredible. Linda shut her eyes and couldn't help but let out an exhausted grin.
Linda was sitting in the toilet. She was in the middle of her pee, which was lasting ages, and she tried to open her eyes again. As she did she found herself struggling to stay awake and, forcing her eyes open in an effort to wake herself, she slowly began to emerge from sleepy darkness. She slowly opened her heavy eyelids and began to focus on the ceiling above her. Pee was flooding into her pants and saturating the bed. She wanted to stop it but couldn't. The pee was coming so heavily that it made a loud hissing noise. Linda completely emptied her bladder.
"Mummy" Linda sobbed to herself.
She glanced over at her alarm clock. It was 3:43. There was no noise from the shower. The toilet was free, but it was too late.
"Mummy" Linda sobbed, rolling over into a foetal position and putting her thumb in her mouth.
Linda had always had wetting problems. She was still in nappies until she was 12, and wore them to bed until she was 15. At 15 she switched to pull ups training pants and in the weeks before coming to university she was sure she had potty trained herself. She hadn't wet the bed since 1 or 2 months by that point, and even then it was OK because of her pull ups. Somehow Linda's Mummy always used to know when she was needed. Every time Linda used to wet the bed er mum would be straight in there to reassure her with a cuddle and change her wet pull ups. But Mummy wasn't there any more.
"I've got to be a big Girl" Linda said to herself. She got up and took off her soiled cloths. She changed into a clean pair of panties and took her wet cloths and bedsheets to the washing machine. She started the washing machine, and picked up a roll of paper towels from the kitchen ledge. When she got back to her room she dried the mattress as best she could and used al the paper towels. It was still very damp, but that was the best Linda could do. She put on new bedsheets and wrapped herself in her duvet. The damp from her accident could still be felt, but now it was only as had as a very sweaty night, and she could bare it.
Linda rolled over and pushed her duvet between her legs. Linda then put her thumb back in her mouth, and as she began to suck it, she fell into a deep sleep. |
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PAUL TESTER'S "THE ALL DAY GIRLS" STORIES
Chapter One: ERICA'S INTRODUCTION
Erica had always been aware that her bladder was capacious, but had never really bothered about it until she was 13 and went to boarding school in East Anglia. During the first term her class had gone on a coach outing to London when they had been caught in a huge traffic jam on the M25. This resulted in the two hour journey taking over three hours.
When they had arrived at the Museum, many of the girls, including her best friend Joan, were absolutely desperate for a loo. Joan was so bad she had to keep pressing her hand between her legs as she walked from the coach, and she was not the only one doing this. As there was such a scramble to get in the loos, Erica did not bother to go then, nor did she join the queue to go before they were leaving, confiding in Joan that she could easily wait all day if she had to, and often did just because she could not be bothered to walk to the loo.
Sometime later Joan told her elder sister Karen, who was in the 6th form, about Erica’s amazing ability to wait all day. Karen knew there was an exclusive secret society of senior girls who could last all day without having a pee. Karen had struggled to join these “All-Day Girls”, and she had finally made it the previous summer, but was right at the limit of her capacity.
One of the aims of the All Day Girls was to look for other girls with abnormal capacity, either large or small, so Karen reported her sister’s comments at the next All Day Girls meeting. These girls suspected that Erica was too young to be able to wait, but told Karen to further question her sister, and see if there was definite evidence that Erica could wait all day. Joan confirmed that on the day’s outing Erica had waited from 8 am to 7 pm without showing any sign of discomfort, and she was not given to idle boasting, so Joan had no reason to doubt her claim to be able to wait all day. On this evidence, Karen invited both Erica and Joan to her study and tentatively brought up the topic of having to wait ages to go to the loo. Erica took the bait.
“I’m lucky about that,” she said, ” because I hardly even want to go at all. I go night and morning, and I often do not even need to do that, but just go out of habit. I haven’t wanted to go badly for years, no since I was tiny.” She continued, “Sometimes I feel that I am a bit of a freak, never wanting to go like the other girls in my class do. When the coach was stuck in traffic, and Joan and others were getting really desperate, I began crossing my legs and acting bursting, so as to be the same as the rest of the class. If there hadn’t been such a scrum for the loos, I would have joined the rush, but it would have been unfair to have deprived someone really bad from a loo.”
Karen then told Erica about the secret group of All Day Girls, and asked if she was interested in meeting them and proving her capacity. Erica agreed, and was invited to meet three of the other All Day Girls, where they explained the rules to her. She had to last from 7 am to 10 pm without a pee, while still drinking the prescribed quantity of liquids throughout the day. Two mugs of coffee or tea at breakfast, one at mid-morning and mid- afternoon, a glass of water at lunch and dinner and another coffee after dinner; a total of 3.5 pints throughout the day.
To make sure she did not cheat, she had to wear a tight pair of shorts under her knickers, the waist string of the shorts being sealed so she could not take them down in secret.
“No problem!” said Erica, “When do you want me to do it?” Her attempt was arranged for the next day she did not have any games, when the special shorts would have been seen. Joan witnessed her putting the shorts on at 7 am, and sealed the waist string. One of the members checked the seal before lessons, and Erica had to sneak a visit to the study of Pauline, leader of the All Day Girls, just before going to bed at 10 pm. Several other All Day Girls were also there, and were amazed to find the Erica seemed quite comfortable and relaxed, not frantic and about to wet her knickers as they had imagined. Erica admitted to feeling full but not that uncomfortable, and prepared to repeat the performance whenever she had to.
Chapter Two: RISING TO THE CHALLENGE
The next weekend Erica was invited to Pauline’s study to meet all the members, all of whom were at least three years older than her. The ease with which she had waited was a topic of conversation, and while some of the older member had managed as easily, others had been at bursting point and always struggled to meet the requirements when they had to prove their capacity each term, a qualification of membership.
Erica suggested that it would not be impossible to wait a full 24 hours if she had to, lasting from 10 pm to 10 pm the next night. Pauline agreed, but wanting to stop Erica from boasting, challenged her to prove it. Put on the spot, Erica hesitated, then agreed to try that night. When she returned to Pauline’s at 10pm that night, she had just squeezed every drop of pee out of her bladder, and was wondering if she had taken on more than she was capable of.
After dinner the next day, her bladder was achingly full, and she longed to pee and be comfortable again. She kept her legs tightly crossed throughout prep. time, 7 to 9pm, but her bladder seemed to have stabilised, so when she got to Pauline’s at 10pm, she was still in full control, but dying to go and be able to relax again. As soon as her shorts were verified as dry, and removed, Erica hurried to the nearest loo, returning some time later looking very relieved, admitting, “I was going for ages and I feel so much better now.”
Once Erica had shown that it was possible to wait for a full 24 hours, the older All Day Girls had to do the same. Some of the members knew they had no chance, but it was decided to form a super-group of girls who had lasted the full 24 hours. Pauline, as leader, was expected to be among these girls, and new rules were drawn up for the trials. Liquid intake was to remain the same as for the All Day test, but had to be started the day before, so they could not start when dehydrated. An extra drink at bedtime was added to make the task even more difficult. It was also decided that the girls had to be able to walk about the school until 9.30, thus stopping anyone just making it by staying in their study and holding between their legs for the last hour or two, which had been done by girls trying to join the original group.
Erica repeated the test under these rules, and passed again, though she wanted to go rather more badly at the end, crossing her legs and holding her aching, bursting, bladder at the end. Six other girls, including Pauline, all in the 6th form, also passed the new test. Two others, including the only fourth year member, just managed to wait the 24 hours, but were disqualified as they constantly twisting their legs together and doubling over during the last hour, and several times had to sit down and either hold between their legs or sit on their heel.
Both were allowed a second attempt a week later, when Diana, the fourth year, passed, though she was obviously desperate at the end and almost ran to the loo when her shorts were removed. Afterwards she admitted that she had been practising all week, and had never been to the loo until she had been absolutely desperate. She was convinced that it was possible to train a bladder to greater capacity by constantly stretching it to the limit.
Chapter Three: COMPETITION TIME
The All Day Girls used to meet every Sunday in one of the senior girl’s studies. Hardly had the 24 hour group been established when those girls started wondering just how long it was possible to wait.
Janet suggested they double the liquid intake and try again for 24 hours, but this was considered to be impossible, and the subject was dropped. The next week five girls, including Erica, admitted that they had tried to last 24 hours with double liquid intake, but all of them had given up in desperation during the afternoon.
Their competitive instincts were aroused, and each of the five began asking when the others had given up, and how badly had they wanted to go. Each was implying that they had not tried that hard to wait, and could have lasted much longer if they had really wanted to. Pauline said there was only one thing to do, have a waiting contest and see who could last out the longest. Nine girls, the eight 24 Hour Girls and the one who had not quite made it, said they would enter the contest.
Some basic rules were formulated; the girls would compete in three groups of three, and drink 300 ml of water or other liquid of their choice every hour from 8 am onwards, after having their last pee at 7 am. A standard liquid intake had to be maintained the previous day to avoid anyone being too dehydrated. The competing group would meet in a study after lunch and keep drinking until there was a winner. Once the competition started in earnest in the study, liquid intake had to be doubled to 300 ml every thirty minutes. This time, a girl could use any method she liked to hold out, but all would have to follow a standard routine of ten minutes sitting, fifteen standing and five minutes walking about in the half hour.
Since the competition was taking place in private, all the girls would wear closely fitting grey leggings that would show any leaks, and standard knickers without an absorbent gusset, which one member had bought a bulk supply. Finally, it was added that the winner had to wait at least twenty minutes longer than the second place girl. The winner of each group would then compete in a final to find the Champion Bladder of the school. The groups were selected at random, and the first competition was set for the Saturday, and another on the Sunday. The third heat would be the next weekend, and the grand final the weekend after. The competing girls were:
Alison, just 18, average height but thin with red hair, and one who was struggling at the end of 24 hours.
Caroline, 17, a full figured Sloane Ranger type, with dark hair. She had been desperate after 24 hours, but in control.
Diana, the second youngest, 16, and only just able to make the 24 hour group. Average height but plump with blonde hair.
Erica, the youngest and not yet 14, but with a huge bladder capacity. Average build for her age, short brown hair.
Michelle, 18, an elegant French girl with long dark hair and slim figure. One of the favourites to win.
Pauline, the group leader, 18, and another favourite to win. Tall, well built, with long blonde hair.
Rachel, 18, easily made the 24 hour group, a tiny girl with dark hair, suspected of having hollow legs because she could wait so long.
Susan, 17, a big girl in every way, with short auburn hair. Tracy, 17, a short plump girl with brown hair, and the only one who was not a 24 Hour Girl, but intensely competitive and determined to do well.
It was thought that the winner would be one of Michelle, Pauline, Rachel or Susan, with Erica possibly also in the running, but after some vigorous discussion it was decided not to attempt to “seed” the competitors but just to draw the names out of a hat. The results were:
Heat one: Alison, Michelle, Tracy.
Heat two: Diana, Erica, Susan.
Heat three: Caroline, Pauline, Rachel.
Michelle was considered to have got an easy heat, and expected to make the final, while heat three was expected to be the closest. In heat two, Susan had considerable support as many of the girls considered that Erica was an upstart and could not bear the idea of so young a girl being able to wait longer than they could. Susan herself was not so confident, as she knew how much she had wanted to go after 24 hours. Heat three was going to be the real contest, and many considered that this should have been the final, as Pauline and Rachel were the two favourites to win. |
THE ALL DAY GIRLS
Chapter 4: HEAT ONE (F hold-it, touching on desp)
By Paul Tester
The result of this heat was considered by most of the girls to be a foregone
conclusion, so there were only the two appointed judges and one spectator
present in Michelle's study when the competition started at 1 o'clock.
Already the girls had drunk 1.5 litres, and both Alison and Tracy were
bursting and constantly crossing their legs, while Michelle was in
considerable need of a pee. She was confident of winning without having to
strain her bladder too much, and the real interest was to see who would come
second. To make the competition more interesting, it had been decided that
the first girl to give up in each group would have to pay a fine of £10,
which would go into the prize fund for the winner.
The surprising thing about Heat One was how long Tracy was able to hold on.
She was thought to be the sure loser of the heat, but she was determined not
to come last. By 2 o'clock both Alison and Tracy were holding between their
legs when they were walking, and at least part of the time when they were
standing. Tracy was sitting on her heel, while Alison was still able to hold
on with just her legs tightly crossed. Forty five minutes later, they were
both holding themselves all the time, and struggling to wait. During the
walking time, Tracy was holding herself with both hands, pressing her fingers
hard against her pee hole, and the spectators expected her to give up soon.
However, she was determined not to come last, and gritting her teeth, she
said she was never going to give up voluntarily. She was not going to stop
until she was physically incapable of holding her pee any longer, and it
started leaking past her fingers. No-one had expected any girl to make
herself hold out this long, so Erica, who had just joined the spectators,
quickly got a bucket from the cleaners' store, so no girl would have to walk
to the loo with wet leggings.
Even sitting down, Alison and Tracy were now struggling to contain
themselves, squirming about in the chair and pressing hard between their
legs. Tracy was silent, with a grim, determined look on her face, while
Alison looked more worried and kept groaning with the effort of holding back
her pee. When they stood up, Alison almost doubled over, pressing both hands
hard up between her legs to try and control a sudden even more urgent need to
pee. She kept control for almost five minutes before the pressure became too
much, and gasping out "I give up, I can't stand it another second!" she ran
out of the room to the nearest loo, about 20 yards down the corridor. When
she returned some minutes later she had a small wet spot between her legs.
Once she had taken her hands away from her crutch to bolt the cubicle door
and pull her leggings down, she had not been able to hold it in, and had
allowed a small leak before she had her knickers down. She reported that she
had been going for ages, but in her panic to get her knickers down, she had
forgotten to time herself from the start of the pee.
The big question then was whether Tracy would be able to wait the extra 20
minutes to claim second place. She looked to be more desperate than Alison
had been, but she was absolutely determined to hold as long as it was
possible for her to do so. She was hardly able to walk, but with both hands
pressed into her crutch she was able to stagger about the room sufficient to
satisfy the judges. Even when the 20 minutes were up, and she was officially
second, she carried on holding it, trying to give Michelle some competition.
Michelle had been trying to act as nonchalantly as possible, pretending that
she hardly wanted to go, but in fact she was far more desperate that she
appeared. She was still not holding between her legs, which gave her a
tremendous psychological advantage. Now, as she was standing up and drinking
yet another glass of water, she was having to use every ounce of her strength
to avoid leaking. Her legs were crossed and she was rubbing them together
and hopping up and down in an attempt to hold it. Then the pressure became
too much to bear, she twisted round in a circle, almost doubling over to
avoid letting go in her knickers.
Erica and Alison saw how desperate Michelle was, and began encouraging Tracy
to hang on a bit longer, telling her that she had a real chance of winning.
Tracy now was so desperate that she was almost beyond hearing their
encouragement, concentrating only on holding back her pee for another minute.
Standing, she was doubling over, both hands jammed between her legs, twisting
herself in to all sorts of positions in the hope that one would help her hold
her pee a bit longer. Then the walking time was too much for her, and after
a couple of minutes of shuffling round the room, groaning "I must wait, I am
not going to give up," she let out a gasp and stood still, trying to press
even harder between her legs. All to no avail, as she had been unable to
stop herself letting go a spurt of pee, which soaked the gusset of her
knickers and spread to her leggings.
"Oh no!" she cried, "I must hold it," but another leak made it clear that she
could not hold it any longer.
"Quick! Quick! I can't stop it! Give me the bucket before I flood the room."
She was still trying to stem the flow with both hands, making it impossible
for her to pull down her leggings, so she just sat on the proffered bucket
and let her pee come pouring out through her leggings. Her pee was timed at
1 minute 10 seconds, and for most of that time she was going like a tap
turned full on. The volume was estimated at about a litre, but nobody had
brought a measure. Even when she had finished, Tracy remained on the bucket,
holding her stomach and complaining that it still hurt as much even after she
had let go. Eventually Alison helped her to a chair and gave her a towel so
she could take her wet clothes off.
Now all attention turned to Michelle, who was shaking with desperation as she
walked, but still not holding herself. As she sat down and drank another
glass of water, she shuddered and pressed one hand between her tightly
crossed legs. Obviously she had been given a far harder contest than she had
expected, but she waited the extra time without any great drama, before
thankfully retreating to the loos. Rachel, one of the judges, accompanied
her, and timed her pee at 1 minute 56 seconds, but reported that Michelle had
produced a steady stream instead of the great blast of pee from Tracy.
THE ALL DAY GIRLS
Chapter 5: HEAT TWO (F hold-it, touching on desp)
By Paul Tester
This was expected to be a much closer contest, and so many girls wanted to
watch that a rota of spectators had to be drawn up. Sara and Katrina were
judges, and the contest was held in Pauline's study, as this was the biggest
room they had access to. Alison and Tracy had appointed themselves Erica's
chief supporters, and had arranged the rota so that at least one of them
would be there to encourage her. Almost all the sixth form girls were
supporting Susan, as they could not bear the though of a much younger girl
being able to wait longer than any of them. So great was the rivalry between
Erica and Susan, that Diana was almost forgotten, and it was soon apparent
that her heart was not in the contest. She retired after only an hour of the
contest, as soon as she was too desperate to walk without holding between her
legs. This left the two main contestants to fight it out for the rest of the
afternoon.
Erica knew that she was the under-dog in this contest, and was determined to
do well. Her plan was not to give any indication of how badly she wanted to
go until it was impossible to disguise it. Thus she spurned such aids to
waiting as crossing her legs while sitting or standing, and had no intention
of holding between her legs. When Diana gave up, Erica was feeling very
full, bursting in fact, but was going out of her way to prove that she hardly
wanted to go. She was making a point of standing and sitting with her legs
apart, just to show Susan that she didn't want to go. Susan, who was in a
similar state to Erica, was keeping her legs tightly crossed while sitting,
and her thighs were pressed together all the time she was standing or
walking. Erica's tactics were working, as Susan was really bursting, and
becoming worried about how long she was going to have to wait if she was to
win.
Two more drinks later, and Susan was twisting her legs together in
desperation, and having to press between her legs occasionally as she walked,
when the urge to pee became almost unbearable. She was becoming resigned to
losing the heat, but continued encouragement from her supporters made her
determined to hang on until as long as she could. Already her bladder was
throbbing, and felt very swollen. What Susan did not know was just how badly
Erica actually wanted to go. She was still not even crossing her legs,
though a close observer would have seen that she was having difficulty
walking normally. In fact, she was absolutely desperate, having to use all
her strength to hold back her pee, and very close to letting some dribbles go
into her knickers. It was only her determination to follow the tactics she
had planned that was preventing her from either crossing her legs or holding
her crutch. This was nearly her undoing. During the next walking time, she
was hanging on with every ounce of her strength, fighting so hard to control
herself without showing her desperation that she was hardly aware that Susan
was holding herself all the time. Then, despite the effort she was making to
clench her bladder shut, she felt her sphincter giving way and about to let a
spurt of pee escape. Panicking, she grabbed between her legs with both
hands, pressing her fingers hard against her pee hole, desperately trying to
stop herself leaking and losing the contest. Somehow, she wasn't sure how,
she managed to stop herself, and then carried on shuffling round the room,
keeping both hands pressed between her legs until she felt she had control of
her bladder again.
When she was able to sit down, she carefully removed first one, and then both
hands, just able to control herself with plaited legs, and thankfully noting
that she had not actually leaked, or at least not enough to show and lose the
contest. Susan had been close to giving up, but was now heartened to realise
that Erica was far more desperate that she had thought. Susan and her
supporters guessed that Erica had come very close to wetting herself, and
expected her to give up after the next drink. Both Alison and Tracy were
encouraging Erica, telling her that Susan was about to give up, and Tracy
whispered to her that she should not be ashamed to hold her crutch and take
some of the strain off her bladder muscles. Erica replied grimly that she
didn't have much choice, as she could hardly manage to stand up unless she
did hold herself.
Despite her earlier plan, Erica held her crutch most of the sitting period,
and all of the standing and walking time, while Susan managed to survive for
part of the time with just crossed legs and walking sideways. Two more 300
ml glassed of water, and both girls felt they were reaching their limit.
Susan was now frantic, holding between her legs all the time, often using
both hands and doubling over in a last despairing attempt to hold on. Her
bladder seemed to her to be so swollen it was sticking out about 6 inches,
and she thought she was going to explode if she didn't pee soon. Erica was
also holding all the time, often using two hands while walking, but was
feeling more in control now the earlier crisis had passed. Her bladder felt
enormous and very painful, but she knew she could wait if she really had to.
Walking was too much for Susan, and ultimately she lacked Tracy's
determination to hold on until she started leaking. She doubled over,
pressing both hands hard between her legs, twisting her legs together, trying
everything she could to hold back her pee, but finally she could not stand it
any longer. She gasped "Sorry! I can't hold it any longer, I give up!" and
staggered to the loo, helped by Carol and accompanied by Katrina to time her
pee. Erica was elated, because she knew that she could manage to wait the
extra 20 minutes, even if she held herself all the time. In fact it was
harder than she thought, and as the time approached, she suddenly became
incredibly desperate as she anticipated the pee. But she made it, finally
walking to the loo with Sara to time her.
Susan had been timed at an incredible 2 min 15 sec, but Katrina reported that
she had not produced anything like the pressure she had expected, describing
it as a very long normal pee. Erica had taken only 1 min 12 sec to empty her
bladder, but Sara said that she had started with more pressure that she had
ever heard anyone pee with before, gradually reducing to a more normal
stream. Whatever their volumes, there was no doubt that Erica was the
winner, and once again she had amazed the older girls with her capacity.
Because of this difference in their peeing times, it was decided that all the
girls would have to pee in a bucket behind a screen in the contest room, so
pressures could be compared and volume measured.
THE ALL DAY GIRLS
Chapter 6: HEAT THREE (F hold-it, touching on desp)
By Paul Tester
After the epic struggles of the first two heats, all the All Day Girls wanted
to see the last heat and the final, so a strict rota of viewing times was
drawn up, and each contestant was allowed a 'second' to be with her all the
time. Now most of the girls were admitting that they found these contests
erotic, even though none of them had any known leanings towards lesbianism.
The judges for this Heat were Tracy and Janet, and the 'seconds' were Emma
for Caroline, Tamzin for Pauline, and Sara for Rachel. Once again, Pauline's
study was the venue.
When the contestants assembled at 1 o'clock they were all trying to give the
impression of having no interest in wanting a pee, though in fact all were
already needing to pee, and Pauline, despite being marginally the favourite,
wanted to go quite badly. Just before the contest started in earnest, she
had admitted to Tamzin that she was worried how badly she wanted to go,
fearing that her bladder was mis-behaving as she had been wanting to go since
9 o'clock that morning. Though they might not admit it, almost all of the
All Day Girls had tested themselves privately as if they were in the
competition. Pauline had done this twice before, and had never wanted to go
anything like as badly as she did that afternoon
After two hours of steady drinking, all three were at the leg crossing and
leg twisting stage, and none of them wanted to be the first to go to the next
stage, either sitting on their heel or holding between their legs. The
spectators were trying to gauge the desperation level of each girl, and
making guesses as to who would be the first to hold their crutch. Much to
everyone's surprise, it was Pauline who succumbed first, pressing her hand
between her legs several times while standing, and then holding for most of
the walk. She now wanted to go really badly, and was far from confident
about winning. However, having seen how Erica had nearly slipped up the week
before by not holding herself until it was nearly too late, she was holding
herself before it was really necessary. Caroline was the next to hold, just
before the walking period finished, leaving Rachel the moral leader at this
stage.
Annette and Janet, the mathematicians of the group, had made approximate
calculations of potential bladder volume by estimating the pelvic volume of
the girls, hip measurement times distance from crutch to waist. Since two of
the three largest, Susan and Tracy were already out of the contest, and the
joint smallest, Erica still in, this was not considered to be a very relevant
study, and Rachel's state at this stage seemed to be more proof that bladder
size was not proportional to body size.
Half an hour later both Caroline and Pauline were holding themselves
virtually all the time, while Rachel was still only at the crossing legs
stage, though by now her legs were very tightly crossed, and towards the end
of the walk, she was having to press her hand between her legs a few times to
ease the strain on her bladder. She was actually absolutely bursting to go,
and her bladder was really aching it was so full. The reason she was not
holding herself was that she had found that it did nothing to relieve the
pain in her bladder, and she was not yet at the frantic urgent stage when she
would be fighting to avoid wetting herself. She could feel the hard, tender
swelling of her abdomen which told her that her bladder was full to bursting
point, and had no more room to expand internally.
Pauline and Caroline were in a completely different situation. They both
wanted to go desperately urgently, and needed all the help they could get to
hold back their pee. For Caroline, this indicated that she was not going to
be able to wait much longer, because despite having a large bladder, which
had enabled her to join the 24 hour girls, she was lacking in the will power
and competitive spirit that would have made her hold on until she simply
could not contain herself any longer. She knew she could not wait as long as
either Pauline or Rachel, and she was reaching the point when she simply did
not want to suffer the misery of a bursting bladder any longer. She decided
that she would hold on until it was time to walk again, and then give up, but
thinking about being able to pee was the worst thing she could have done, and
very quickly the urge to go seemed to become unbearable and she thought she
was going to wet her knickers, even though she was holding between her legs
as hard as she could. Emma, her 'second' realised she was approaching a
crisis point, and tried to encourage her to hold it and get control again,
but Caroline had reached then end of her tether and gasping
"I can't stand it any longer, I'm so desperate I've got to go," she dashed
behind the screen to relieve herself in the bucket. Both Pauline and Rachel
winced in desperation as they heard the force of Caroline's pee hitting the
bucket. 'Like an elephant peeing,' 'Like a bath-tap full on' were the
expressions that the girls later used to describe Caroline's huge blast of
pee. She finished in 41 seconds, keeping the pressure up almost to the end,
producing 1180 ml. of pee.
This sound was almost too much for Pauline, who had to press between her legs
with both hands to stop a spurt of pee escaping in sympathy with Caroline's
blast.
"I can't hold it much longer, I'm absolutely frantic," she whispered to
Tamzin. "I might as well give up now, I'm almost wetting myself and Rachel
isn't even holding herself seriously yet."
"Hang on, you must hang on, you're going to win this. She's far worse that
you think, her stomach is really swollen up, her bladder must be stretched to
its limit and almost exploding." Tamzin, who was also a small girl, had been
watching how Rachel had been protecting her bladder, and, based on her own
experience when desperate, suspected it was absolutely bursting. She realised
that Pauline was so desperate that she probably could not concentrate on
anything except her bladder, and had missed the signs or Rachel's
desperation.
Sara, Rachel's second, had just managed to overhear Pauline saying she could
not last much longer, and passed this on to Rachel as encouragement.
"You are going to win this easily, she is almost wetting herself and you
hardly want to go yet."
"Sara, I'm in agony, I think my bladder is going to burst if I don't wee
soon. Can't you see how swollen it is, I have never been in this state
before. It hurts so much I don't think I can bear it much longer."
Rachel was hurting more than she had ever done in her life before. The pain
from her distended bladder was worse than toothache, and it was a test of her
will-power to withstand the pain and keep waiting. She could still hold back
her pee relatively easily, but it was hurting her so much to do it. She kept
holding her crutch, not because she was frantic, but in the vain hope that it
would stop her bladder aching so badly.
For a time it seemed as if both girls were on the verge of giving up, but
then, encouraged by their seconds, they both decided that the other was even
worse than they were, and fought to hang on a bit longer. To her surprise,
Pauline survived the next half hour without getting any worse, in fact, she
felt more in control than she had immediately after Caroline had given up.
Rachel, on the other hand, was considerable worse, and had an increasingly
urgent need to pee to cope with, on top of her throbbing bladder. Whereas
Pauline's bladder seemed still to be able to expand to contain the pee
flowing in, Rachel's could get no bigger, and the internal pressure was
rising rapidly.
The next session of walking was almost the end for Rachel. She had to hold
her crutch with one hand to hold back the ever increasing pressure in her
bladder, while with her other hand she was pulling her leggings away from her
stomach, as even the slight pressure from them on her bladder was becoming
too painful to bear. She was more or less shuffling along, hardly able to
walk properly as every step was jarring her bladder and increasing the pain.
Sara was doing as much as the judges would allow to help her, but short of
actually carrying Rachel, there was not much that was really going to help.
"Hang on, it's only another minute or so, then you can sit down again," Sara
was trying to keep Rachel in the competition, but every body has its limit,
and Rachel's was nearing hers. She managed to survive until she could sit,
but this did not offer the relief that Sara had promised, as sitting with her
legs crossed seemed to hurt her bladder even more.
"I'm sorry Sara," she said, " I simply cannot bear it any longer, it hurts so
much I have just got to wee before I injure myself. Even if Pauline gave up
now, I could never wait another 20 minutes to win."
Sara tried to hold Rachel back, pleading with her to try and wait another 5
minutes, in case Pauline gave up, but Rachel had reached the point where she
just could not bear to wait another second.
"I give up," she gasped, conceding defeat and staggering towards the screen
and bucket and the glorious relief that she had denied herself so long. Sara
had to more or less carry her there, as she was holding with both hands to
avoid the indignity of wetting herself at the last second. The listening
girls were expecting another great blasting pee, with even more pressure than
Caroline, but after two initial, high pressure spurts, Rachel peed at a
normal, steady rate, but just went on and on, as if she was going to pee for
ever. She finished after 2 minutes 25 seconds, beating Susan's time from the
previous week, and 1.45 litres of pee, an incredible volume for so small a
body.
The moment Rachel had conceded defeat, Tamzin had told the judges to start
the clock to time the extra 20 minutes that Pauline had to wait to win. She
knew just how desperate her charge was, and secretly doubted her ability to
wait even another ten minutes. Pauline was doubled over in desperation,
holding herself with both hands, as the sound of Rachel peeing was only
making her even more frantic. Tamzin was doing everything to help Pauline
except actually holding her crutch for her, and she would have done that it
the judges had allowed it. She was even holding the glass for Pauline's last
drink, so she did not have to take one hand from between her legs. Once
Rachel had finished peeing, Pauline was able to regain some semblance of
control, at least enough to be able to wait the extra time with only one hand
between her legs for most of the time, though the surge of anticipation as
the last minutes approached was almost too much for her to control. She was
right on her limit, and was almost standing over the bucket as the time
expired and she was declared the winner. Sara, doing her job to the last,
insisted that she remain standing in the 'arena' until every second of the 20
minutes was up, as she was still hoping that Pauline would not be able to
last out.
If Rachel's pee pressure had been a disappointment after Caroline's, then
Pauline's was even less impressive, as after an initial spurt, she seemed to
have trouble getting going, sometimes going at normal pressure, sometimes
just a trickle, but like Rachel, she just went on and on, not finishing until
3 minutes 8 seconds, producing 1.45 litres, the same as Rachel. Both girls
admitted that they had never before wanted to pee so badly as they had that
day, and Rachel said that her stomach was still hurting so much that she
thought she must have strained her bladder forcing it to hold so much pee
THE ALL DAY GIRLS
Chapter 7: THE FINAL (F hold-it, touching on desp)
By Paul Tester
The number of girls crowding into Pauline's study to see the last
heat had attracted the attention of other girls and staff, so they
had to postpone the final for four weeks to avoid having to explain
what was happening in there. Susan had jokingly suggested that they
register themselves as an official school society and thus be allowed
to use a proper meeting room, with enough space for all the
spectators, to hold the final. During these four weeks there was
immense speculation as to the outcome, with no clear-cut favourite
emerging. Tracy was Erica's second, and leader of her group of
supporters, who in true British fashion were backing the perceived
underdog. However, many of the girls still found it difficult to
believe that she could wait so long when only 13, and did not rate
her chances against two 18 year olds. The Europeans felt obliged to
back Michelle, as the only non-English contestant, and the only
contestant who had not been really stretched in the heats. Karen was
Michelle's second. Pauline kept Tamzin as her second, and as leader
of the All Day Girls, she had considerable support, many girls
considering it her right to be the Champion Bladder of the school.
During the three week run up to the competition, all three entrants
were practising seriously, normally trying to stretch their bladders
as much as possible for the big day. Tracy was the leading advocate
of bladder training, and tried to make Erica hold to desperation
level at least once a day. Both the other contestants had also
adopted a policy of not going until they absolutely had to, to
prepare their bladders for the contest. Erica had wanted to try a
solo `dummy run' of the contest the week before, but Tracy would not
agree, suspecting that it would be difficult to really hold on with
no competition, and that the result would only demoralise Erica. She
was probably right, as both Michelle and Pauline tried this alone in
their studies, and Pauline had not been able to contain the volume
she had in winning her heat, something that was worrying her as the
day of the final approached.
To avoid anyone getting an unfair advantage, there was a prescribed
liquid intake for 24 hours before the contest started, but despite
this, all three entrants had drunk virtually nothing for the day
before this, to get as dehydrated as possible. The contest was so
popular with the All Day Girls that the number of spectators had to
be limited, and for 45 minutes at a time only, and tickets allocated
by ballot. Only the two judges, Susan and Caroline, and the three
seconds, would be present throughout the contest.
The contest started with all three girls trying to display a
confident air, though all were more nervous than they had been for
their heats. Michelle knew that she had not been stretched to the
limits that the other two had, and was worried that she would not be
able to find the strength or will-power to win. Pauline was still
conscious of only being able to hold one litre the previous weekend,
and knew this would not be enough to win. For the first time in
these contests, Erica was aware of how much younger that the others
she was, and despite encouragement from Tracy, could not help feeling
over-awed in the presence of so many older girls, particularly as
most seemed to be supporting her rivals.
All three contestants were wanting to go when they met in Pauline's
study, but each was trying to give the impression of being totally
relaxed and at ease, deliberately standing about with their legs
apart. Mindful of Erica's mistake in the heat, Tracy had counselled
against such tactics, and when she saw how the other two were
behaving, she told Erica to act normally and concentrate on
minimising the strain on her bladder. She was happy to comply, as at
this stage she wanted to be as comfortable as possible for as long as
she could. Pauline quickly realised that the initial deception had
not worked, and went to the other extreme and began to pretend that
she was more desperate that she was, frequently twisting her legs
together. After 30 minutes, it looked as if Michelle was leading,
but nobody could tell how much the other two were bluffing.
It was not long before Erica started to ease the strain on her
bladder by occasionally pressing between her legs while she was
walking, not because she really had to, but her need to pee was bad
enough to make it a strain to wait without. Next time they were
walking, Pauline was doing the same, though not as much as Erica was.
Michelle, who never normally resorted to holding her crutch however
desperate she was, was still walking fairly normally, though she was
sitting and standing with her legs either crossed or pressed tightly
together. In fact, if it had been possible to measure the girls'
bladder pressures, hers would have been the highest of the three, but
her years of training in France, learning how to hold on for ages
without giving any indication of her need, were giving her an
apparent lead in the competition.
Three-quarters of an hour later, and all three were getting really
desperate. Michelle was still managing to wait without holding, but
the pressure in her bladder was reaching desperation level, and she
was having to fight for control the whole time, and when she was
walking she was almost shaking with the effort it was taking to hold
on. She might have been the only girl still not holding it back, but
she was actually the closest one to wetting her knickers at that
point. She had been educated at convent schools in France, where she
had been taught that touching between her legs for any reason at all
was absolutely forbidden. Even when she was reaching desperation
level, and in danger of losing the contest, she had a block against
holding between her legs. Only when she was walking round the room
and felt her sphincter give way and a spurt of pee about to escape,
did she press one hand between her legs in a last frantic effort to
stem the leak. To her horror, she felt a dribble escape her bladder
and trickle into her knickers, but the pressure for her fingers at
least managed to stop any more leaks. She dare not remove her hand,
and she was afraid there would be a wet patch on her leggings. Only
when she was sitting, legs knotted, did she take her hand away, and
found that while it felt warm and wet between her legs, nothing
actually showed.
This near disaster for Michelle indicated that her bladder was full
to its absolute limit, and within minutes she was holding herself
again, knowing that there was no way she could wait unaided. Even
holding, and using both hands when she stood up, Michelle was hardly
able to wait, so full was her bladder, and when she had to walk the
pressure was too much for her to control, and despite pressing as
hard as she could, more pee slowly leaked into her knickers this time
the wetness began to show on her leggings. Knowing she had lost,
Michelle simply ran for the bucket and the relief she desperately
needed, unable to prevent another leak as she pulled down her
knickers. The force of her pee in the bucket showed just how much
pressure there was in her bladder, and this thin, high pressure jet
continued for 2 minutes 35 seconds, and 1.40 litres. Never, she told
Karen, had she wanted to pee so badly, and never could she remember
going with so much force or for so long.
For two girls as desperate as Erica and Pauline, the sound of
Michelle's pee was agony, and Erica doubled over with both hands
between her legs, fearful that she might lose control in sympathy.
Knowing the problem, Tracy clutched her arms and encouraged her to
wait. The two remaining contestants were on opposite sides of the
room, both holding with both hands and just about managing to keep
walking enough to satisfy the judges. Thankfully, there were soon
allowed to sit, when they tried to get their bladders under control
again for the final stage of the contest. Both felt that their
bladders were being stretched to the limit, but they were still in
control, just.
Another 35 minutes and Erica was almost ready to give up. Her
bladder was agony, and so swollen that she could see her abdomen
bulging, and feel the pressure of her knicker elastic cutting into
her. Never had she wanted to go so badly, and she confessed in a
whisper to Tracy that she was not going to be able to hold on much
longer. Tracy did all she could to encourage her, almost getting
them disqualified when she came too close to actually helping her
hold between her legs. Responding to this encouragement, Erica
somehow managed to hold out for another 20 minutes, but standing put
even more pressure on her bladder, and the desperate need to pee,
coupled with the agonising pressure in her bladder, was too much for
the young girl to bear. Tears were running down her cheeks as she
struggled with all her might to wait, exhorted by Tracy to just hold
on another five minutes, but the pain was more than she could stand.
The thought of the relief that was just behind the screen was
irresistible, and without saying anything she hobbled across the room
and conceded the contest as she pulled down her leggings and almost
collapsed on the bucket. Her huge blast of pee as she let go left
no-one in any doubt as to her desperation, and she kept up the
pressure for most of her 92 second pee. The volume was a new record,
1.65 litres, an unbelievable amount for such a small body to contain.
The sound of Michelle peeing had given Pauline the most frantic
desire to pee, and she had been fighting with all her strength to
avoid wetting herself for the next five minutes. Never had she
pressed so hard between her legs, and never had she clenched her
bladder shut so tightly. Tamzin saw what a struggle she was having
to hold it, and stood between her and Erica and Tracy, who were
engrossed in their own struggle, and did not realise how desperate
their adversary was. Because Erica was so desperate, and Tracy was
trying so hard to encourage her to wait, neither noticed how badly
Pauline wanted to go. Even when she was sitting, the frantic urge to
pee would not go away, and while she no longer thought she was about
to wet her pants, Pauline still wanted to go more urgently than she
had ever done before. No matter how she pressed her fingers against
her pee hole, or twisted her legs together, nothing would take away
the frantic need to pee. She was clenching her bladder shut with all
her strength, only just able to prevent her pee leaking out. She
survived in this state until Erica finally gave up, but by this time
she was also near to the end of her tether. She was having to put so
much effort into keeping her bladder shut, despite the pressure for
her fingers, that she knew that if the need to pee go any worse she
would not be able to hold it.
When Erica gave up, Tamzin was telling her that she had won, all she
had to do was wait another 20 minutes and she was champion, but
Pauline was so close to her limit that 20 minutes seemed an
impossible time. She clenched herself shut with all her might, and
closed her eyes, telling herself she would take it five minutes at a
time. When she next looked at the clock, only two minutes had
passed, yet it had seemed like hours and she wanted to pee even more
frantically, so badly that she could feel her last vestige of control
slipping away. Despite all the encouragement from Tamzin, she was
losing control of her bladder, and after another frantic minute there
was nothing more she could do to prevent a long dribble of pee slowly
leaking past her fingers and into her knickers. Once she had let go,
it was only a few seconds before another leak happened and the
wetness was spreading down her legs, revealing that she had lost
control. Another big leak soaked the crutch of her leggings before
she could pull them down and crouch over the bucket. After her
initial blast of pee at tremendous pressure, her stream slowed down
and then almost stopped, as it had at the end of her heat. She
continued her stop and start pee for 3 minutes 32 seconds, finishing
with a long spurt at normal pressure. This was the longest pee ever
recorded, but her volume was 1.55 litres, less than Erica's, though
this did not include the initial spurts in her knickers.
As Pauline had not managed to hold out the required 20 minutes after
Erica had given up, she was not officially the winner. Tamzin
claimed that as Pauline had waited longer, she was the champion
bladder, even if she had not managed to wait that much longer, but
Tracy countered this by claiming that as Erica had held more pee, she
should be champion. The contest was declared a draw, and there was
to be a re-match three weeks later, just between Erica and Pauline.
Both contestants were suffering from severe bladder ache after
stretching themselves to such limits. Pauline collapsed into a easy
chair in her study, while Erica, who was too young to have her own
room, went with Tracy to her room, where she could stretch out on the
bed and allow her bladder to relax. Tracy was trying to hide how
furious she was that Erica had given up when Pauline was so close to
wetting herself, thinking that they could so easily have won.
Before she could say anything, Erica burst into tears, "Oh Tracy, I
could have won if only I had made myself wait a bit longer. I never
realised how close Pauline was to breaking down, Oh if only I had
tried to wait just a bit longer. It hurt so much, but I was still
holding it, and I could have stood the pain a bit longer. Pauline
went right to her limit, until she was leaking past her fingers, just
like you did, while I gave up just because it hurt."
Tracy tried to comfort her, "I should have seen how bad Pauline was,
I should have guessed that there was something wrong , the way Tamzin
was blocking my view. The main thing is, we now know that Pauline
can't last as long as you, and she can't hold as much pee, so you
should win next time."
"I shall have to start training tomorrow," said Erica, regaining her
resolve with Tracy's encouragement, "I am going to stretch my bladder
to its limit every day until the rematch, so I should be able to hold
2 litres and win easily, even if Pauline trains as well." |
This is my first attempt at male omorashi, using a character somewhat based off myself. He's very tall, taller than most people at the school. Although he has a very strong bladder, he is known to over-drink, and eat spicy food often.
The first day of school. A day where first impressions dominate everything else, where nervousness accompanies wander and the inability to find a restroom. This ran through my head as I shuffled through my closet, only to find a single outfit that wasn't dirty. It was an outfit that I wore for special occasions, a light-green formal button up shirt and khaki dress pants. I had honestly wanted to wear plain, simple clothes so I wouldn't stand out too much, but figured I'd take what I could get. As soon as I managed to, after struggling for a minute, button my dress pants, I felt as though I was being constricted. Loads of pressure was being applied to the entire bottom of my body. I figured it'd be better than wearing dirty pants, though, tucked in my shirt and then went on to eating breakfast. I had some very spicy scrambled eggs for breakfast, which lead to drinking two full cups of water. I was going to stop and use the bathroom, however my mother told me, in a somewhat worried voice, "There's no time!". I took her warning and went to the car, only to find that the air conditioning wasn't working. By the time I got to school, I had drank an entire bottle of water to keep hydrated.
First period. A complete bore. Procedures and regulations assaulted my ears as I looked forward blankly. Some time into the period, I exchanged glances of a girl who, by chance, was dressed similarly to me, only with a lavender, formal button up shirt, knee-length, a formal khaki skirt and light-green stockings instead of pants. "What an odd coincidence" I thought to myself as I re-zoned out. A tiny, nearly unnoticeable urge hit me, but I shrugged it off as I began walking to second period. My throat I spent about a minute drinking from the water fountain, then rushed to my next period. As I got seated, I noticed I was in for yet another "basics" period, and began to daydream about being back home, having some actual fun. The water was starting to catch up to me, but I enjoyed the feeling and continued on and let it grow. Midway through class, I sneaked a peanut butter cup into my mouth for some fuel, and despite the jolt of energy, it brought a desire for more water.
That desire was satisfied later, in-between third and fourth period. I wasn't looking where I was going, and I accidentally bumped into the girl that I saw in first period. "Very sorry about that." I said. "Not a problem." she said, smiling. I then got my two minute fill at the drinking fountain, before heading to fourth period. By now, I was at the point where I should have looked for a bathroom, but I enjoyed the feeling so much that I just proceeded to my fourth period. Like those before it, it was a complete bore, only this time I had the bliss of my ever-filling bladder to distract me. To my surprise, lunch was especially early. I filled up on a full bottle of water, and looked for a nice, quiet place to sit. Being as tired as I was, I drifted off, almost falling asleep. I don't remember how long that I was nearly catching Z's, but when the bell rang, I was spooked. Startled to the point that a little bit of pee escaped my bladder and got into my undergarments. Shortly after that, I realized then that I was nearing my breaking point, and the tightness of my pants wasn't helping, either.
Realizing that using the bathroom would mean I would be late for my next period, I went onto 5th period, confident that the teacher would let me use the bathroom. When I got in, I scanned over the seating chart to find that I was seated next to the girl I saw earlier. She was squirming, holding onto her girlhood for dear life. Just seeing that made my own urge even worse. I sat down, and whispered to her "I'm guessing the teacher has a strict bathroom policy?" whilst trying to get my mind off the now overbearing urge. "Yep. I've been holding it ever since I got to school! I don't know how much longer I can take it!" she said. "I've got some serious sympathy for you. I feel the same exact way." I replied. The teacher noticed us talking, and sharply replied "I don't tolerate any talking in my class. One more outburst like that and I'll have you both suspended!". That got both of us quiet, save for the noise we were making squirming. "First, let's get this straight. Nobody, under any circumstance, will EVER use the bathroom in my class!" he said, obviously eying me and my desperate classmate. "You can easily go BEFORE you come in here, got it?!" he bellowed. The class as a whole began to say "Yes, sir.", but he cut them off, yelling "NO TALKING!!!". I realized now that I was probably in the closest thing to a living hell that could possibly be in school.
My lunchtime drink caught up to me, and I began to clench, holding onto my manhood for dear life. The worst part? It was only 15 minutes into class. The teacher then told me and my desperate neighbor to get up and recite everything he just said, word for word. We obeyed, but we were both so desperate that we couldn't remember what he even said in the first place. "I know the perfect punishment for students such as you." he said, maliciously grinning while reaching into his cabinet. He brought out an absolute nightmare, the feather. Each slow step he took toward us was one less moment we would be dry. He, with one hand each, pulled down our short-sleeves and began to work the insidious magic of the feather on our armpits. Both of us began laughing so hard that we lost control. All we could do is stand there, as I began soaking my pants and a puddle began to form under her. It must have been two minutes, in which time the teacher was laughing like a maniac, that the flood just kept coming. By the time I was done, plenty over half my pants were soaked and she, with wet stockings and skirt, was standing in a yellow puddle twice the size of the bulky desks which adorned the class. The rest of the class was in absolute shock from the teachers cruelty. They were too intimidated to laugh or make a vain attempt to scold the teacher. I just stood there, she ran at full speed out of the room, crying up a flood of the salty kind. I, in a possibly foolish decision, ran after her. I was able to catch up to her, and when I did, she, being confused about what to do next, opened her arms to hug her fellow humiliated classmate. I accepted her offer, and we sat there hugging until a hall monitor came, taking pity on us and rather than writing us up, walked us to the nurses office. I was sure that, despite what had happened, that I may have just made a lifelong friend. |
It had been almost a week since Linda moved to Uni, and things where going great. Despite the fact that this was her first time living away from home, and without her Mummy, she had eaten 3 square meals a day, located her local bank, post office and supermarket, and, best of all, no accidents (apart from one bed wetting which was mainly due to alcohol). She was very proud of herself for learning to be independent so quickly. It was a Saturday morning, and Linda was going to go to the supermarket to buy her weekly groceries. Linda had been awoken by warm sunlight flooding into her room. It was a beautiful day and she took a moment to bask in the sunlight before getting up to relieve her bladder.
Linda stood up out of bed and positioned herself in front of her wardrobe mirror. She had worn white cotton panties and a loose light blue T-shirt to bed. She quickly slipped on a bath robe and headed towards the toilet. To her delight, no one was using the bathroom so she sat on the toilet and began to empty herself. Just ten seconds into peeing she became horrified at the realisation of what was really happening.
Linda suddenly awoke and immediately clamped her legs together and dug her hand into her crotch. A very slow stream of pee was coming out, and she desperately tried to stop it.
"Please no. Not again. Please" she despairingly whispered to herself.
As she struggled to stop the slow trickle leaking out of her she realised that she wasn't sitting in a puddle of her own making.
"I must have woken just as it started, there's still time" she thought to herself hopefully.
Linda jumped up out of bed and headed straight for the toilet. She was squeezing her pee hole so hard it hurt her fingers. Taking baby steps she made her way towards the bathroom. Every step caused the flow to increase to a torrent for a split second as her legs were required to separate slightly for her to walk. Linda's bladder had given up. The only thing stopping the pee was her clamping down furiously with her fingers. Lone drops of pee were running down the inside of her thighs and her pants were slowly getting wetter and wetter. She took her free hand and reached for the doorknob.
Locked! "Shit" Linda whispered out loud. She could hear the shower and realised that a flatmate must have been using it.
"Who is it" a soft female voice asked from inside the bathroom. It was Alison, one of Linda's flatmates.
Linda couldn't answer. She was frozen in place holding on for dear life. She couldn't help but let out gasps and little squeals as she tried to hang on. The slow trickle kept on coming, soaking through her panties, and running down her legs.
"I won't be a second" Alison called from inside, turning off the shower. "I've just got to put my towel on".
The bathroom door opened and what Alison saw caused her to pause in shock for a moment. Linda was bent over, right hand squeezing her groin ferociously, and her left hand was leaning on her knee for support. Her face was bright red and she was getting watery eyed. A solitary tear had run down her right cheek and she was clenching her teeth. The t-shirt was very loose and Alison cold see Linda's perky little breasts down her top. Alison snapped out of her shocked state and quickly moved out of Linda's way.
"I'm really sorry. I didn't realise you needed to go" Alison said apologetically.
Linda jumped on the toilet, and as soon as she started taking her pants off the pee came full force, flooding them as they came off. Linda sat on the toilet, her pee splashing in the bowl, and examined her pants. They were soaked. She might as well have not taken them off at all. She took some toilet tissue and started drying her legs from where the pee had been running down. Then the embarrassment started to hit her.
"Oh God, my house mate for the next year just saw me wet myself"
"She's probably going to tell everyone"
"Even if she doesn't everyone will see me in my wet pants when I leave the toilet"
"And I've dripped my wee all over the hallway"
At this stage Linda thought about her Mummy and wished she was there to take care of her.
When Linda stopped peeing she decided to run back to her room. She couldn't bare facing the others, and thought that as a temporary solution she would change and do her shopping. At least that would postpone the inevitable for a bit. Outside the toilet she noticed that her pee had been mopped up. She ran to her room and took off her wet pants, dropping them to the floor. Glancing at her bed, there was a small wet patch, no bigger than an apple. Linda headed to her bedside table and picked up some wet wipes. She used these to clean herself up a bit, then took off her night t-shirt, throwing it on the floor. She went to her wardrobe and picked out her favourite pink tracksuit. It didn't look very nice, failing to highlight her figure and making her appear a bit chubby, but it was comfortable and that was all Linda cared about at that moment. She took out the tracksuit and hung it on her door, then headed to her chest of draws to get some underwear.
Linda was putting on a clean pair of pants when there was a knock at her door.
"Linda, are you OK?" Alison's concerned voice inquired, "I'm really sorry. Can I come in?"
Linda was horrified. The last thing she wanted was to face the person she had just wet herself in front of.
"One second" Linda called sheepishly, quickly putting on her cloths.
She opened the door and let Alison in.
As Alison entered the room she scanned her surroundings. Linda's wet pants where on the floor directly in front of her. She looked to the left at Linda's bed and saw the wet spot, then turned right to face Linda.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't realise you needed to wee so badly." Her face was covered in guilt, and Linda could tell that Alison was genuinely upset about what had happened. This made Linda a bit happier, but the flood of emotion caused her eyes to start clouding over.
"I'm a big girl now. I've got to be brave" Linda thought to herself fighting back her tears.
"It's OK. I'm sorry." Linda just about managed to push the words past her lips.
After a long silence Alison bent over and picked up Linda's wet pants.
"I'll wash your things for you" she exclaimed, now heading to the bed to get the wet sheets.
"No you don't have to do that" Linda replied
"I insist. It was my fault for taking so long. I'm SO sorry about this". Alison bundled up the bedsheets and pants and headed for the door. She turned to Linda and said;
"Next time you need a wee and I'm in there just knock and I'll let you in straight away, OK!?"
As Alison was leaving the room she turned to Linda one last time and said;
"I'm so sorry. At least you go there before wetting yourself eh."
Linda smiled.
Linda was very happy about that last statement. She hadn't wet herself. She had an emergency, nearly wet herself, leaked in her pants a bit, but in the end she held on until she reached the toilet, just like a grown up. With this happy thought in her mind, Linda got her stuff together and headed for the supermarket. |
Nothing much to say, except I think Miku makes a good omorashi fic heroine...eh...yeah, I'm probably overobsessed. =.=
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"Miiikuu-chan~Grats on another epic performance!" Rin cheered, grinning. She gave her friend a small hug.
"You were great today, Miku-chan...not that you're ever anything less than great," Len hurriedly said, his face flushed with embarrassment. The teal-haired diva chuckled. "That's so sweet, Len-kun..."
"LOOVVEEBIRDS!" Rin hollered, causing them both to jump and scream simultaneously, "HE/SHE IS JUST A FRIEND!"
The blond girl simply chuckled. "Sureee, whatever you say. Let's go and get some coffee, okay? You've got another concert in about an hour, and you'll need the energy." Miku nodded in affirmation to this, and after checking with the others, she and the Kagamine twins set off for the nearest coffee shop.
As she was walking, she felt an uncomfortable feeling in her lower abdomen. She realized, with a start, that amidst the adrenaline and rush of the performance, she hadn't had a chance to use the bathroom for over two hours. But she shrugged it off, it was nothing to be concerned about. She was confident that she could hold it, after all there was bound to be a bathroom at the coffee store, even if there wasn't, she could always use them at the next auditorium.
She arrived at the coffee store, and Rin eagerly ordered, while she simply browsed through the menu. She momentarily forgot her need as she saw the new selection of drinks that was out. Instantly, she ordered a large one, and sat back, waiting for her drink in satisfaction.
"Aren't you going to have anything, Len-kun?" She peered curiously at the blond boy, who shrugged. "Nah. Not thirsty." Miku nodded, and they chatted about music, their careers, and how each of them were doing. Soon their drinks arrived, and while drinking and talking, they lost track of time. It was not long before Miku realized the time, and stunned, she immediately stood up. They had to leave. Now. Or she would be late for her concert.
As Miku stood up, she felt the urge in her bladder call for attention again. She looked around briefly for a bathroom, but there was none to be seen.
"Miku-chan?" Len's was calling for her, obviously confused as to why she had suddenly stopped. She gulped, following him back to the car.
"We're only a little late," Rin mumbled under her breath. "S-sorry, Miku-chan...don't worry, we'll still make it for your concert..."
She nodded. "It's fine," she said, sighing softly. "We'll just cut out that fifteen minute break I was supposed to have -" She abruptly stopped, frowning. But that means I won't get a chance to use the bathroom...
"Is something wrong?" Len's soft voice, gentle and caring as usual cut into her thoughts. She smiled and shook her head. "A little nervous for the performance, I guess."
Rin frowned. "You're NEVER nervous, Miku-chan..."
The teal-haired girl shrugged. "It's already late evening...I'm probably tired. I've been giving performances all day..." It wasn't a complete lie, anyway. Without realizing it, she crossed one leg over the other, bending forward slightly and shifting in her seat. Oh god. I have to go a lot worse than I thought...
Unfortunately, they were soon caught in a traffic jam. Miku cursed under her breath. "Dammit! Now, of all times...Rin-chan, could you hand me my phone? I need to call Master." She squeezed her thighs together. Damn it, now is not the time for this...her need was slowly increasing, and she shifted in her seat again, uncrossing and crossing her legs.
The younger girl nodded and wirelessly handed Miku her phone, who immediately dialed a number. "Master? It's me. Miku. We...Len, Rin and I...we're caught in a pretty bad traffic jam...Yes, yes, I understand. Change the program to place Luka, and Kaito and Meiko's duet before me. Yes. Okay. I'm sorry about this...alright. I'll try to get there as fast as I can..." Their phone call ended and she sighed, squeezing her legs together. She was starting to feel the need a bit more now, it was becoming obviously uncomfortable.
"Miku-chan...you look rather tense...don't worry, we won't be late..." Len tried to reassure the tel-haired girl, who simply nodded in reply. Yes...my concert...it'll be absolute chaos if I mess it up... She clenched her teeth and rubbed her thighs against each other. Damn it, I really need to pee though... The effect of the large coffee she had earlier was getting to her, and it was definitely not helping her situation.
Luckily, the traffic had stared moving again, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Finally...
After what seemed like years, she finally arrived at the destination, where she was immediately hurried inside to change and apply make-up. She groaned internally, as she was dragged from room to room, barely giving her a chance to catch her breath. Briefly she caught Len and Rin giving her sympathetic smiles, and she could only smile back helplessly. Len gave her a silent thumbs up, and mouthed 'good luck'. She grinned back and returned his thumbs up, before she was taken to the wardrobe.
"Miku-san, could you please stand still for a moment? I can't dress you if you're fidgeting." Miku was startled, she hadn't even realized she had been tapping from foot to foot. The urge returned, stronger than before, and she winced. It was terribly uncomfortable, but she stood still, squeezing her thighs together and clenching her muscles. Damn, not now...not before my performance...She was truly nervous now, but she didn't show it. She was a performer, after all - and was an excellent actor too.
"Thank you, Miku-san. You're next...I hope you remember your songs...Remember, hurry backstage to get changed afterwards, when Luka-san is singing her second song so you can change outfits." Miku nodded again, she was an expert at this. "Sure."
She walked slowly backstage, grumbling at her annoyingly high heels, waiting for her cue to appear. She sighed, crossing her legs and leaning over. Wish I had a bathroom right now...
The curtains fell as the crowd erupted with applause. She gingerly stepped onto the stage, giving herself a small squeeze to gain some control. She knew she had to get to a bathroom after this song or there would be trouble. Definitely.
"And now, the moment you've all been waiting for...Ladies and gentlemen, MIKU HATSUNE!!" The crowd went wild as the curtains rose again.
The music started playing, and she rose the microphone up, and sang into it. Her voice was surreal, almost hypnotic as she lost herself in the music. During the bridge of the song, she walked around the stage, performing a simple dance sequence, but this instantly drew attention to her bladder. She gasped inaudibly as she felt the sudden wave of desperation. As she twirled around, she felt herself leak slightly. She panicked briefly, but managed to cross her legs for a split second, long enough to regain control as the instrumental break ended. She started singing again, trying to take her mind off her growing need. She was sure that the audience wouldn't notice her change of tone, bur Master surely would. She sighed as the curtains dropped, allowing to hold herself freely. Taking steps as to not agitate her bladder any further, she walked back to the changing rooms.
"Miku." She gasped. It was Master.
"I noticed something odd during your last performance...the last part of the song. You didn't seem all connected with the music..."
"Yes. I'm sorry, Master. Just a little worked up from being late. Please excuse me, I need to get changed now." She hurried off, cursing at her high heels again, and briefly put her hands between her legs to stifle the need.
She passed Len, but didn't even notice him in her desperation. However, he definitely noticed her, and the way she was walking. He was stunned. Don't tell me she needs to...
Meanwhile, Miku was on the verge of tears as the wardrobe assistant had apologetically told her that all the bathrooms here were closed for plumbing. She couldn't believe it. She rocked back and forth on her chair. "What do you mean they're closed? Oh god..."
"I'm really sorry Miku-san, but I thought you knew...after all Master did instruct everyone to relieve themselves at the last performance area...of course if it's an emergency I could try to arrange -"
"No...it's fine," Miku muttered, both hands pressing between her thighs, which were tightly clamped together. No, it's NOT fine...At this rate I might really have an accident. As quickly as she could manage, without losing control, she changed into her new costume. She was to perform a song with Luka. Magnet, to be specific. She had never liked the song much, but apparently it was popular with many audiences. She sighed and stood up, slightly bent over. She put a hand on her abdomen, wincing.
Never mind. It's just one song. I can hold on that long...She gritted her teeth and walked painstakingly slowly towards the stage. She was pretty sure that people could tell that she needed to go, if they paid close attention. Her hands were jammed between her legs as she groaned in desperation. This is so embarrassing.
As she stepped onto the stage, she forced herself to uncrossed her legs and remove her hands. Luka gave her a sympathetic glance, apparently she could see the poor teal-haired girl's dilemma. As the curtains rose for the last song of the day, she found herself once again enveloped in the bright flashing lights and lively music. She was a performer, and a naturally talented one. No matter how desperate she was, it was her duty to sing well. And so she did, even though she mainly just stood there, pacing back and forth every now and then, legs clenched together rigidly and her muscles spasming, causing her to release a few spurts at times. She tried her best to hide it, but she knew that she couldn't hide it from everyone. She could see some people in the audience whispering amongst themselves and she blushed furiously. Damn...
As she sang the final note, and the curtains finally fell, she groaned as she heard the audience's undying applause. She shoved her hands between her legs, squirming and practically dancing on the spot. She doubled over, tears forming in her eyes. "Oh god, I n-need t-to g-go..." she gasped, hurriedly rushing outside. She needed to get away. She could hear someone shouting at her to get changed, but she was beyond caring. The performance was over, and she knew she did horribly. There would obviously be some great new topics about her on the Internet tomorrow. Tears threatened to overflow but she told herself she would not cry.
A sudden spurt caused her to abruptly freeze in the narrow corridor. She moaned, clutching herself as she felt another spurt, completely soaking her panties. She felt the warm liquid on her hands and she clenched her legs tightly, attempting to use all her willpower to hold onto her last shred of dignity. To her relief, she spotted an empty room and slowly walked inside, doubled over in agony. She felt more spurts, rung down her legs now. Part of her was in pure disbelief. I'm wetting myself...
Another spurt, until she was finally too tired to fight against her body. She gasped in relief as she staggered over to a chair, sitting down as warm pee gushed out like a torrent. It felt so good, yet so incredibly humiliating at the same time. Tears trickled down her cheeks, even though she swore not to cry. As the stream finally trickled to a stop, she broke down and started crying. Today had been awful. She had messed up her performance, and she was certain that Master would not be pleased. In addition she had lost control over her body and wet herself like a child. She sniffed, burying her face in her hands.
The door clicked open and a confused Len stepped in. Immediately he caught the strong scent of urine, and saw Miku, looking vulnerable and afraid.
"M-Miku-san?" he asked softly, as he heard the sound of her soft crying. "Are you alright?" Stupid question. Obviously she isn't.
As he approached her, he saw the puddle underneath her chair, and the giant wet patch that covered her entire lower body. He blushed, but didn't say anything further to embarrass her. So she DID have to go...
"Don't look at me..." the teal hair girl sniffed. "You must think...that I'm such a baby..."
Len smiled to himself and feigned an innocent expression. "Huh? Oh, Miku-san, did you spill something? Don't worry, I can help you clean up. You're always so clumsy. Why don't you go get changed, and I'll take care of the spill."
Miku was startled, but a faint blush covered her cheeks. Of course he knows what really happened, but...it's so sweet of him to say that...
"And...please don't cry, Miku-san..."
The two exchanged a small glance, looking into each others' eyes briefly and then smiling at each other.
"Thank you...Len..." |
Part 2 (and last)
Not sure if it's very interesting but who knows. It might be relevant to someone's interests.
Finally she gets it. I had done my part. I was biting my lips in shame, waiting for her reaction. She took the time to fully realize what I had just confessed and to carefully build her interrogation.
“Why? How did that happen?” She started
“I... don't know... I woke up and... my bed was... wet.” And not just slightly damp. It was completely soaked, already cold, pee covering almost the entire surface of my sheets. My pyjama had turned to a dirty yellow shade and was sticking to my skin when I woke up.
She frowned in disbelief. She felt something wasn't quite right.
“And you didn't even wake up when you needed to go?” She questioned, starring in my eyes.
Of course, I kept looking down and fighting to hold my tears. How can I explain this? I hoped she wouldn't freak out and take me to the doctor or some other embarrassing thing.
“Well... I... guess I didn't...” I whispered with a guilty voice.
“How so you guess you didn't?” I bit even harder on my lip. What do you want me to say?
“And look at me when I'm talking to you.” She seemed to get a bit upset. That wasn't good. She was usually very understanding and caring but in that situation, she wouldn't let me escape so easily.
“Well... I don't... remember...” I admitted, trying as hard as I could to look in her eyes.
No, tears are coming up again. Please, make this end before I burst.
She slightly shook her head, showing her disappointment. I'm sorry mum, I really am, but don't you think I feel humiliated enough?
“So...” She paused for a couple of seconds ”And by the way, where were you last night?” At least she changed the subject.
“At Dan's birthday party, I told you.” I answered a bit relieved. I hope she won't dig too much into it though.
“Indeed you did, and I told you to be home by 1 AM.” She noticed.
“Yes...”
Ok now, Can I go?
“And at what time were you here?” Her voice started to sound a little bit upset again.
She would really dig into this after all. I don't even know how and when I came home, I wanted to shout and run out of the kitchen but it would have made it even harder later on. I tried to gather myself and face her valiantly.
“Hmmm... Around... half past one... I think...” In truth, I didn't know. I had no freaking idea of when I left the party. I didn't even remember anything after 2 AM but of course, I decided she didn't need to know that. I guessed if I admitted being half an hour late, she would believe me.
“No. It was almost five!” She was starring in my eyes, as if she tried to break in my brain.
I looked away and tried to get my memories together. Five AM? I couldn't believe it but given that I didn't even remember how I got home, it wasn't completely impossible.
Anyway, I thought I had to deny that.
“No way! And how would you know?” I tried.
“You made an awful lot of noise.” I'm screwed!
“I'm... sorry...” I apologized after an eternity.
“And you threw up...” She added, “At least you did that in the toilet.” What??? That must be the reason for this bad taste in my mouth. Whatever I tried, I couldn't reclaim a single bit of memory about it. I didn't even know alcohol could lead me to such a depraved state.
“Did you drink much?” She seemed to read my mind.
“Hmmm, 4 beers... something like that.” Foolish try...
“Tim please, don't think I'm stupid. Now, how much?” Indeed.
“I... I don't know... maybe 6... or 8...” By the disappointed face she displayed, I could tell she still didn't believe me. As I realized how stupid I had been, I felt the unwanted tears well up in my eyes again. I looked down in shame.
“I don't remember...” I finally admitted.
Her disappointment didn't lessen. She closed her eyes for a second, probably thinking about what she'd say. Come on, go ahead, scold me now and let's get this over with. When she opened her eyes again, they seemed to be filled with sadness.
“Sweetie, you have to make your own experiences. I can't always tell you what to do, and there are lots of things you've discovered by yourself.” I wasn't expecting that. It's not that I wanted to be scolded but I had no idea what to reply to that. I didn't need to, as she continued:
“I really care for you and I'd die if anything happened to you. I'm not mad about the bed wetting, but alcohol can do a lot of damage, and you're only 14...” So that's it, I'm still her little baby... My embarrassment changed into anger.
“I'm not a child anymore.” I almost screamed, “I want to have fun with my friends. What's wrong about it? Don't make it such a big deal!”
I immediately regretted I'd said that. I just wet my bed and I ask not to be treated like a child. How ironic... My anger faded out and gave place to an uneasy guilty feeling. Fortunately, she didn't react on that. I was about to burst in tears and it was the last thing I wanted to happen.
“Listen, I know you want to spend time with your friends, and I'm glad you made friends,” She spoke kindly “but don't forget they're at least 3 years older than you. You can't follow them in everything they do.” But I have to! That's how I managed to make friends in the first place.
“If I'm smart enough to be in a senior class,” I noted, “I should be allowed to live like one.” I had skipped three grades in less than ten years, I was a 14 years old senior, and she was very proud of it. I thought I'd play that card to try to put an end to this embarrassing discussion.
“Well, I bet you felt very smart when you woke up... Maybe you could ask your senior friends if they also still wet the bed.”
That hurts.
It was all I could take. Slowly, a tear crawled over my eyelid and made its way down my burning cheek. No please, let me not burst out crying.
“I'm sorry...” I sobbed. What else could I say? I knew I had been foolish to drink that much. I only wanted to appear strong and grown up in front of my friends but in fact I was really a little kid. Tears started to flow freely out of my eyes.
“It's ok sweetie,” My mum comforted me, “Come on, it's not a big deal. And I guess you learned an important lesson.” I nodded. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and hugged me tightly.
Now I'm her little baby again. I didn't care anymore. I was indeed crying like a baby on her shoulder.
The End |
Here's the last part.
It kinda makes me want to write more about Kara in the future.
“I go over to Betty's” Kara announced.
No please, don't leave!
I took a last long glance at her. My eyes jumped in awe from her delicious large mouth to her beautiful blue eyes . She had semi-long light-brown hair cut straight at shoulder level. Scanning her slender prepubescent body, I imagined a pair of fine white panties under her short pink skirt and a cute little girl's bra under her lovely, also-pink top. Her thin legs were stuffed into long white socks and purple tennis shoes. I couldn't keep my eyes off her.
“See you.” Ben answered, pulling me out of my shameless contemplation of his sister.
“Hmm... see you...” Please come back soon.
As I started to work on his computer, I tried to get from Ben some information about the night before.
“Ben, I don't remember anything about yesterday after 2AM.” I admitted
“You don't?” He wasn't even surprised.
“Not a single bit...” I added shamefully.
“Aww dude! Well don't worry, I guess you're gonna hear about it.” He said with a grin.
That's not good.
“What did I do?”
Please, not something too embarrassing!
“Well... you drank a dozen beers, smoked quite a lot of weed and... when there was no beer left, you started to attack Dan's parent's bar. You drank half a bottle of 18 years old Whiskey. Dan was quite mad about that.” He informed me.
So, that explains what happened last night... I'll just have to handle this with Dan, it's not a big deal.
“And how did I get back home?” I inquired.
“I dropped you off. But wait, we're not there yet.”
Crap, what have I done?
“What?” Don't tell me I wet something.
“Well, while drinking whiskey, you made out with Sonia.” He stated casually.
Noooo!
Sonia wasn't bad looking, but she was the worst slut I had ever known. She had made out with a majority of the boys in our class, and of other classes also. She never seemed to be single, but every day she was with another guy.
“No way!”
He must be joking.
“I swear you.”
I had promised myself to never try anything with her. Besides, I was mentally unable to chat with a girl, let alone making out with one.
“But... you mean... she chatted me up, right?”
“No!” He exclaimed, “And that's the awesome part: you totally chatted her up. I must admit I was impressed.”
“I... You know... I can't... do that.” I mumbled.
“Well, I thought so too,” He admitted, “but you really did, and you did well. Alcohol has its virtues.” Yeah, I guess she must also have been quite drunk to go out with me...
“Damn, I'm screwed. What am I gonna do when I see her Monday?” I won't ever be able to look in her eyes.
“Don't worry, I guess she'll have found someone else by then.” He half-joked.
Maybe, but still...
“And... is there anything else I should know?” I worried.
“Nothing relevant I think. When I dropped you off, you could barely walk but that's all.”
That didn't surprise me. Now, shall I tell him? He's my best friend. What kind of friend am I if I don't. Given I had, though unintentionally, humiliated his sister and lied to her, the least I could do was telling him about this morning.
A minute of uneasy silence passed.
“Now, why did you ask Kara if she pissed her bed?” He suddenly asked with an accusing voice. “Can't you care for other people's feelings sometimes?”
He caught me off guards.
“I'm sorry.. I don't know... why I said that. I didn't mean to...” And I'm obsessed with pee since I wet my bed last night!
“She likes you, you know?” He added softly, “She really does.”
Stop kidding me!
“You really hurt her feelings”
“I'm sorry, really.” I apologized again “But... How do you know... She... likes me?”
“She talks about you all the time.” He explained, “She keeps saying you're the smartest and nicest guy she knows.”
Really? If that's true... well... I still don't know what to do.
“And? What do you want me to say?” I wondered.
“I don't know... Don't you like her?” Don't ask me something like that! I can't get her off my mind!
“She's nice... but... she's only 13... and...” How should I say that?
“And you're 14...” He reminded me.
“Yes but she's... she... hmm you... I mean...” I blushed. Why am I unable to say such things without losing control?
“You mean she's my sister?”
“Yes.” I mumbled shyly. I'd heard guys didn't want their friends to date their sister and I didn't feel comfortable at all discussing this with him.
“What difference does that make?” He laughed, “If she likes you and you like her, that's none of my business.”
Really? But still...
“Anyway I can't talk to a girl. There's no way I'll be able to ask her out”
I started to be really embarrassed by this conversation. As I felt a need for number 2, I used the opportunity to sneak out of it.
“Gotta go to the bathroom.” I announced.
“You know where it is.” Indeed.
I felt like everything was messed up in my stomach and it was going to take a while but I'll pass on the details.
I was about halfway through when someone tried to open the bathroom door.
“Busy.” And it's gonna take a while.
“Please, hurry!” It was Kara. Already? She didn't stay with Betty very long.
“I'll try but...” Not sure if it will be fast enough...
“Please please, I really need to goooo...” She was knocking on the door.
I pushed hard to get everything out as fast as possible and wiped my butt. Kara was still knocking and pleading at the door.
“I'm almost done.” I told while flushing the toilet. Crap, it had splattered all over the inside of the bowl and the flushing wouldn't wash it properly.
“I can't hold it any longer... Please, hurryyy...” Sorry Kara, I'm doing my best. Hold on just a second.
As I looked for a toilet brush, I realized the horrible smell I had spread in the room. What to do? If I let her enter she'll probably die right off. I finally found the brush and an air freshener and started cleaning the bowl while abundantly spraying the deodorant.
“Just a second, really” I said while putting the brush back in place and flushing one more time.
Come on, Kara, you're almost there, don't lose it now!
“Noooo... Hmm... Please...” She moaned.
I unlocked and opened the door in one fast move.
How could I know she was leaning desperately against the door?
As she fell, I caught her with my right arm and kept her from falling flat on the ground. Her slender body squeezed against mine, her shaking sending a thrilling wave of emotions through my whole body. I could feel her tiny breasts poke gently on my abdomen and her legs were slightly bent on each side of mine, pressing her innocent crotch against my thigh. I'm in heaven...
“Noooo...” She whimpered. Tears were rolling down her red cheeks. I was suddenly pulled out of my ecstasy by a warm and wet feeling slowly trickling down my leg.
Kara... Sorry...
Her desperate look changed to an horrified one as she realized she'd lost control and was releasing her hot pee over my leg, right next to the toilet. She pushed herself away from me and collapsed on her knees, her butt resting on her feet. With a loud hissing sound, the warm golden fluid flowed freely out of her exhausted girlhood, filling her panties and drawing an increasingly large dark spot on her skirt as she pushed her hands in her crotch. The embarrassing liquid trickled from her panties through the back of her skirt, soaking her socks and shoes thoroughly.
Head down, she released a continuous stream of tears falling from her cheeks directly into the growing puddle beneath her. Kara... don't cry...
I was totally motionless, unable to say a word, contemplating the poor girl soaking herself shamefully right in front of me. I was like hypnotized and I didn't really realize I was starring at her like a kind of pervert.
When the hissing sound faded, she was sitting in a huge yellow puddle, her panties, skirt, socks and shoes completely drenched with pee. Even after she finished, she remained shaking and crying her eyes out in her wet mess.
“Kara… I...” don't know what to say.
She looked up at me, stopping a second on the orange-sized patch on my pants. Her embarrassment seemed to grow exponentially as she realized she'd stained my clothes. I wanted to comfort her, take her in my arms and press her soiled little body hard against mine even if that meant getting stained even further.
I did none of that though. When she fully realized what she'd done, she got up and ran to her room without a word and still crying, her feet splashing in the wetness of her shoes at each step she took.
“Kara...” Please, forgive me...
I staid there helpless, playing the scene in my head over and over again. I can't believe this just happened. I felt so bad for her. Tears welled up in my eyes. What do I do now? I couldn't possibly go to her room and face her and Ben. I don't have the choice.
As fast as I could, I ran out of the house and headed home. Once on the street, tears started to escape from my eyes.
I'm a coward. How can I do this to her.
Even if she really liked me, I guess that's not the case anymore.
The end (for now) |
Linda was outside her front door with her shopping bags. She got out her key and opened the front door, then headed quickly towards her room. After recent events she had decided to pick up some pull ups, and she didn't want any of her house mates to see them. She got into her room and quickly closed the door behind her. Where would she store her pull ups so that visitors wouldn't find them. Linda scanned the room for an appropriate hiding place. Her knickers draw seemed as good a place as any. She opened the packet, got the training pants out, and then folded them and put them under her regular pants in the draw so that they couldn't be seen. Linda then threw away the packaging and took the rest of her shopping to the kitchen.
Linda opened the kitchen door and saw Alison drinking a cup of tea at the table. Alison was wearing a red V-neck top and tight blue jeans. Her hair was dark brown, curly, and reached her shoulders. Her eyes were a piercing green, and she had smooth light brown skin. Alison's V-neck rested lightly on her tiny a cup breasts and the shape of her nipples could faintly be seen underneath.
"Heya" Alison waved at Linda.
"Fancy a tea?" she asked.
"Yea that sounds nice" Linda replied. Linda felt awkward. It had only been a few hours since she practically wet herself in front of Alison. Alison had been very apologetic and concerned, but Linda just wasn't sure what to expect. Would Alison tell others about what happened? Would she laugh at Linda for it? The thoughts frightened her.
Alison went to the kettle and started making Linda a cup of tea.
"Thanks" said Linda.
Linda sat down at the table and waited nervously for her tea. Alison finished and brought it over, sitting opposite Linda.
Alison leaned in closer to Linda and whispered, "I'm really sorry about before. I had no idea you were waiting."
Linda blushed and shyly turned her head down to look at her tea. She couldn't bring herself to look Alison in the face.
"Oh, and your things are in the dryer. And don't worry, I wont tell anyone". Alison said after having realised she was making Linda uncomfortable.
Linda was relieved. She had been dreading the thought of everyone knowing and teasing her.
"Thanks" Linda replied in a barely audible whisper. She was so anxious she could barely get any words past her lips.
"Your really shy, aren't you" Alison exclaimed. Linda sat in silence. She didn't know how to reply.
The dryer stopped spinning and Alison stood up to get out Linda's washing.
"Lets put this stuff back in your room eh" Alison said to Linda.
Linda nodded.
"You've got a TV in your room right? Can we hang out and watch something?" Alison asked.
"Yea sure" Linda replied. She was still very nervous, but Alison was being very nice, and Linda was getting back in her comfort zone.
"Can you grab my tea pleas?" Alison asked, taking the sheets out of the machine. Linda got up and picked up both their teas.
They got to Linda's room.
"Where do you want these?" Alison asked.
Linda put the cups on her desk and pointed at the chest of draws then turned on the TV.
"What do you want to watch" Linda asked.
"Anything really" Alison replied.
Linda sat on her bed facing the TV. Alison had just put the bedsheets in the appropriate draw and was looking for the underwear draw for the pants. Linda suddenly remembered that she had put her pull ups in the draw. Anxiety overwhelmed her and she looked nervously towards Alison. Would she see Linda's training pants? If she did how would she react? Alison had been apologising and assumed it was her fault, for taking too long in the shower, that Linda nearly wet herself earlier that day. If she realised that Linda had wetting problems would she be annoyed? After all, she washed Linda's pee soaked pants out of guilt.
Linda was staring nervously at Alison. Alison finished at the draw and turned towards Linda, who blushed and turned to face the TV. Linda was still having difficulty looking Alison in the face. Alison went and sat next to Linda. Evidently she had not seen the pull ups.
"You don't have to be nervous you know" Alison said. "Lean forward a bit" she commanded.
Linda didn't know what to expect. Why did Alison want her to lean forward. She was apprehensive but complied.
Alison started rubbing Linda's back. She was stroking her neck upwards with the backs of her fingernails, combing through Linda's hair just below her ponytail in the process. It was a wonderful feeling. Linda immediately began to relax.
"I used to have panic attacks, and my mum would do this to calm me down." Alison explained.
It was working. Linda felt much more at ease, and the butterflies had left her stomach.
"You like that?" Alison asked.
"Mmmmmmmmmm" Linda replied.
Alison smiled and continued the massage, now also rubbing Linda's back with her other hand.
"You've got a lot of tension back here. I can work it out for you if you like" Alison said.
Linda wasn't sure why Alison was being so nice, but the massage was so good she didn't want it to stop.
"If your offering" Linda said.
"I am, but we have to do it properly" Alison replied.
"Ok what do I have to do?" Linda inquired.
"Take your top off and lie on your belly" Alison answered.
Linda felt a bit shy, but she took her pink tracksuit top off and lay on her belly. Alison positioned herself over Linda with one knee on either side of Linda's hips. Alison then undid Linda's bra and began rubbing her back. She made small circles on either side of the spine, starting at the neck and slowly moving downwards.
About an hour past. Linda really needed a wee, but the massage was so good she didn't want it to stop.
"Ok, that's all for now" Alison exclaimed.
"Do I get a turn?" she asked.
"Yea sure, but I don't think I'm as good at this as you" Linda replied, sitting up and putting her bra and top back on.
Alison took her V-neck top off, revealing her tiny naked breasts, and kneeled on the edge of the bed leaning forward so Linda could start. Linda began, imitating what Alison had done for her. Alison seemed to be enjoying it, and watched the TV as she got pampered.
A film had started on the TV and Linda was still massaging Alison. Linda's arms were getting tired, and she needed the loo rather urgently, but she wanted to continue because Alison had been so nice to her. She shuffled about a bit so that she was sitting on her heel. This kept her pee urges under control. She then lowered her arms and started rubbing Alison's feet, which allowed her to rest her arms but keep massaging. Alison seemed to like it and repositioned her feet so Linda could reach them more easily.
The film came too an end and Linda was still rubbing Alison's feet.
"Where did the day go" Linda remarked.
Alison smiled.
"Sorry, I've made you pamper me for hours" she said, "Let me rub your feet so we're even"
Linda had been sitting on her heel to keep her urge under control. She had needed to go for ages and was getting desperate. She didn't really want to get up off her heel because it was giving her a great deal of control.
"Can you do the neck thing instead" Linda asked.
"Sure" Alison replied.
The massage made Linda sleepy and she let out a yawn.
"Tired?" Alison asked
Linda nodded. Alison lay Linda down so that her head was resting in Alison's lap. Alison then continued to stroke Linda's neck. Linda began to fall asleep.
Linda started waking several hours later. The TV was still on but was very quiet. Her head was still resting in Alison's lap. Alison had also fallen asleep. Linda suddenly realised she was wet between her legs.
"Shit, not again" she whispered under her breath. Tears began to form in her eyes as she the reality of her situation began to hit her. Alison was in her bed, and she would find out sooner or later. Linda sat up and buried her face in her hands. She was ashamed of herself and began sobbing. At that moment Alison began to wake. Linda seized up in fear. How would Alison react?
Alison stared at Linda sitting in a puddle of her own urine. She leaned over and gave Linda a tight hug, rocking her back and forward gently. Linda could feel Alison's soft little breasts pushed against her back.
"There there, don't cry" Alison said softly.
"Get yourself changed and come sleep in my room with me. You cant sleep in this" Alison said.
Linda kept sobbing into her hands so Alison pulled her into a hug again, this time resting Linda,s head on her chest and stroking the back of her neck like she had done before.
"We'll clean your things in the morning" Alison reassured.
Linda got up and took off her wet clothes. Alison took her jeans off.
"You got my trousers a bit wet as well" she explained with a little smile.
"I'm sorry" Linda sobbed.
"Don't worry. Lets find you something nice to change into." Alison said to quickly change the subject which was upsetting Linda. She opened Linda's underwear draw and started looking through the things.
"Oh, what are these?" Alison was shocked to find the pull ups in Linda's draw.
"I'm so useless" Linda sobbed, "I'm 20 years old and I still need to wear nappies"
Alison got out a pair of white pants and handed them to Linda.
"Well I don't think you need to tonight" Alison said softly.
Linda put on the pants. Alison took her by the hand and led her to her room. She got in bed and signalled Linda to join her. Linda climbed in, curled up next to Alison, and started sucking her thumb. Alison wrapped her arms around Linda and stroked the back of her neck again.
"Your so cute" she whispered in Linda's ear. Linda drifted off to sleep. |
After reading Zyrouki's Wet Note, I wrote this first chapter. It's relatively easy to see the inspired elements! http://animepee.me/public/style_emoticons/default/tongue.gif
Andy and Amy Johnson walked through the door of their new foster parents' house, filled with worry, joy and apprehension. Andy was 14 and the older of the two. He was relatively tall for his age, and had dark hair and eyes. He was quite intelligent but he was never top of the class. Amy was 13. Her blonde hair, blue eyes and relative shortness for her age made Andy think she was very cute. He knew it was sick to be attracted to your own sister but he couldn't control it, no matter how hard he tried: he could not help but be attracted to her in a way he knew a brother shouldn't. Amy was particularly worried about moving into a new family; she felt comfortable in the children's home and felt out of place with her new parents. She thought it would be better, but now...
Andy jogged up the stairs to his new bedroom. It had plenty of room for his stuff, plus a computer in the corner. He had a double bed, and since he tended to spread out like a starfish in his sleep he was appreciative of this little detail. He was also glad of this because there was space underneath his bed to hid his... Things. In the depth of his luggage Andy had a skirt and tights: he was a crossdresser. As long as he could remember he had wanted to dress like a girl, and he had barely had a chance in the care home. Hopefully now time alone would be more frequent.
Their new parents were talking in the dining room to Amy, who was still worried about what she would do now, in a new family and a new school. Her new parents were fairly strict and a little odd. While they were trying their best to make her feel at home, she felt uneasy. She and her brother were taken away from their original parents when she was seven - she had suffered physical and sexual abuse ever since she was a baby, and her parents were sentenced to 15 years each - enough to see through her childhood. Andy had not been treated as badly, but had been beaten by their father fairly regularly. There had been no lasting effects with Andy, but Amy had been left with an instinctive distrust of unfamiliar adults. Her new parents were still fairly new to her and she was almost fearful of them.
Andy finished putting his clothes in his cupboard, putting his stuff out in his room and hiding his feminine side from view. Contrary to Amy, he was looking forward to putting his past behind him and turning an important page in his life. He headed downstairs to dinner, and then he and his sister went straight to bed. The day had been long, tiring and stressful.
'Andy! Andy!' Came the frantic whisper. Andy looked up dozily at his clock, which read 4:33.
'Amy, what are you playing... Oh.' Amy was standing next to his bed in tears, and her pajama bottoms were soaked. The putrid smell of urine filled the air. 'I wet the bed... I didn't know what else to do other than come and talk to you...' Whimpered Amy, who had collapsed into Andy's arms. 'It's okay,' He whispered back, 'Let's get you sorted out before mum and dad realize.' Amy led the way back to her room, and Andy couldn't help but sneak a glance at her bottom. The wetness had spread right up it and he was feeling very aroused...
Andy shook his head and snapped out of it. He pulled the sheets off Amy's bed and put them in the washing machine in the laundry room next door. He put new sheets on Amy's bed and put her pajamas in the washing machine with the sheets. As he walked into his sister's room she was naked as she had not changed into new pajamas yet. Andy turned away from her as her arms flew over her breasts and crotch to preserve at least a little dignity. Once changed she gave Andy a hug of thanks and went back to bed. Andy walked back to his room, cursing himself for being aroused by his sister's plight; she had come to him for help and he had an urge to take advantage, which he almost hated himself for. While he was thinking this a tap came on the door and Amy walked in. 'Can I come in with you?' she asked, 'I felt alone after what happened.'
Andy had said yes immediately and regretted it. Amy got in the bed and snuggled up to him. He felt so aroused, yet so terrible for feeling that way. Amy had already fallen asleep in his arms, and eventually Andy worried himself to sleep.
Andy woke up with his arms around Amy, unable to move as she was still asleep. To Andy's horror and, in an odd way, joy, one of his hands had slipped underneath her buttoned pajama top during the night and had come to rest on one of her sizable breasts. Andy knew that if he moved his hand it could wake Amy up but if he didn't she would be angry with him when she awoke. At the same time Andy was enjoying having his hand there immensely, but knew that the right thing to do was move it. As his hand left her top she awoke and groaned a tired groan. Her bottoms were dry, much to her relief, and she got out of bed, plodding off down to breakfast. Andy, who had been feigning sleep, had all kinds of thoughts raging through his head. He felt almost nauseous that he had not moved his hand immediately and had violated his sister, who had placed trust in him only for him to take advantage. At the same time he had loved how wonderful he had felt when his hand was on her breasts and wanted more. With his feelings split, he got up out of bed and wandered out of his room, heading to breakfast with the rest of the family. |
Andy and Amy met up after school that day, still weary after moving into their new home. Amy was still upset about last night and since this was the pair's first chance alone since then she decided to talk to Andy about it.
'Andy, about last night...' She started.
'What about it?'
'I'm worried. It... It wasn't the first time I wet the bed. It happened a couple of times a week back in the care home, and when it happened it was as heavy as it was last night, but I managed to hide it from the carers. With our new foster parents I don't know how I'll keep on hiding it. They clean our rooms so they are bound to notice sometime!'
Andy placed a reassuring hand on Amy's shoulder. 'I'm sure it'll stop. If it doesn't, then talk to them, they'll understand.'
'But what if they don't! What then?'
'They are nice people. They will.'
Andy was saddened by his sister's plight. They had been through a lot and he hated to see her upset. He was attempting to reassure her, but he knew how hard it was to make bedwetting stop - he wet every night for almost a year after moving into the care home after being completely uprooted, but saved, from the pair's parents. Amy's wetting very heavy, much heavier than his, which only made things worse. He had hated wetting and was glad to finally shake it away.
Andy was excited to be arriving home - his foster parents were out working until 6 and Amy was going to start out a new drama class at the local theatre. That meant two hours to himself - and a chance to wear his 'things'. Almost as Amy left the house again after getting changed he rushed to his room and pulled out the box where he kept the clothing, took off his trousers, and put on his skirt and tights. He loved dressing like this, and felt great when he did. He looked at himself in the mirror and giggled at the reflection. He was still standing there when he heard someone come in downstairs. With a sense of urgency he started to take off the things, but tripped over and hit his head, grunting in pain. Before he could recover, he heard his bedroom door being opened.
'Andy, what are you doing!?'
Amy was standing in his bedroom doorway, her mouth wide open at the sight of her brother in a skirt and tights. Andy curled up in a ball, unable to face her. 'Get out! Get out now!' Amy turned, shellshocked, and closed the door after her. Andy began to cry, the weight of being found out hanging heavily on his shoulders. He pulled off the skirt and tights, threw them in the box and hid them away once again. He lay down on his bed, not knowing what to do next, and praying that his sister wouldn't freak out and tell their parents.
Meanwhile, Amy sat in her room, confused about what she had just seen. He didn't tell anyone about my bedwetting, she thought. Why should I tell anyone about this? She decided to talk to Andy about it once he had calmed down a little. Amy was right in thinking that his emotions were running high, and that he'd need some time to himself.
Andy hardly spoke during dinner, and didn't even look at Amy. He spent the majority of the time looking straight down at his food - of which he ate very little that night. He was too ashamed to face up to her and too scared to talk too much to their foster parents in case she had told them. He went straight back to his room after dinner, and soon after Amy decided to go and talk to him about the afternoon's events. As she walked in Andy wiped a tear from his eye, not wanting Amy to see he had been crying. Amy sat down next to him on his bed and gave him a hug. 'What was going on earlier?' She asked, quietly. 'I just... well, enjoy it,' he replied, his voice trembling. 'I don't know why, I just do.'
'Look, you didn't tell mum and dad about the bedwetting so I won't tell them about this. While I think it's a little... Strange... It doesn't do any harm, as far as I can see.'
'But it's gonna feel really weird having you knowing I wear this stuff. Besides, what happened to your drama class? It was meant to be on until six!'
'And you think it isn't weird having you know I wet the bed sometimes? It doesn't start until next week, I was talking about it at dinner, weren't you listening?'
'I was pretty tuned out at dinner.'
'I guess.'
'Thanks for not telling, Amy.'
'I'm just doing what a good sister would do,' she smiled.
The next morning, when Andy and Amy set off for school, Amy, who hadn't been her usual self that morning, as soon as their parents were out of earshot, turned to Andy. 'I wet the bed again last night. My pajamas were soaked - I hid them in between the mattress and the bed frame,' She said. 'I'm scared, Andy! This hasn't happened two days in a row before. What's wrong with me?'
A worried look set into Andy's face. 'There's nothing wrong with you. If it does keep happening then talk to mum and dad,' He said, comfortingly, but Amy looked upset with this suggestion. 'Trust me. They can help.' Andy said firmly. Amy nodded her understanding and the pair made their way towards school. Andy had been observing how stressful life had recently been for Amy, and deduced that the bedwetting was likely from that. He just hoped, for Amy's sake, that further measures wouldn't be required, like a mattress protector, or even, in the worst circumstances, something more effective, but horribly degrading, a step he hoped Amy would not have to go to - diapers. But if the wettings stayed as heavy as they had been, Andy was worried that it may well be the only option for her. |
This story is sometimes called the Omorashi Academy. It seems nobody has shared it here, so I thought I'd go ahead and share it. I am new here. If this is not the right place or if the story is a duplicate, kindly let me know. I am learning my way around here. Thanks.
PS: I've also added an illustration.
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Synopsis: Tales of a boarding school designed to break young women and turn them into twisted perverts. The signature technique used by the school to warp its victims is to force them to break their toilet-training - thus the school's nickname, from the Japanese word for 'bathroom accident'.
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Chapter 1: The First Day
"Kimiko! Sit still!" barked Mr. Johnson, glaring at the new student from over the tops of his spectacles. Kimiko wilted under the attention, and tried to stop rubbing her legs together, whimpering softly.
It's not fair , thought Kimiko, her face pale as she clutched at the edge of her skirt. He already said no to a hall pass, and now he's yelling at me for trying to hold it? She glanced at the clock, and groaned inwardly. Forty- five minutes to go...
It was two weeks since Kimiko Saeki's mother had decided to send her away to the Alderson Institute, a secluded but well-regarded boarding school - at least, according to the literature they'd received in the mail. The elder Saeki hadn't investigated much further - after all, the reason she was sending her daughter to boarding school in the first place was that she hadn't the time to take proper care of Kimiko. Perhaps a closer look would've warned Kimiko's mother that something was amiss about the Institute. And then again, perhaps not - the Institute was well-practiced at hiding its true nature from casual observation.
Certainly neither Kimiko nor her mother had noticed anything unusual when the girl was moving in; the facilities and rooms were quiet, and the staff polite and friendly. As an incoming eighth-grader, Kimiko had been assigned a senior as a roommate; Bridget was a leggy blonde with a cheerful disposition and a twinkle in her eye.
Kimiko Saeki herself was quite pretty - or at least, that's what her mother had always told her. And, well, it was true. She was a petite young half-Japanese girl, just beginning to bloom into womanhood - she'd gotten her first bra over the summer, and was very proud of the fact that she'd finally started to develop. She kept her straight black hair cropped in a short pageboy cut, with a blue ribbon tied in it.
One of the first things Kimiko had noticed was that there wasn't much time between classes; three minutes was barely enough time to get from one class to the next. She hadn't even really noticed this until just before third period, when she realized her bladder was starting to get a little full, and the line to the restroom looked a little long.
Just before fourth period, she'd waited a full minute in the line before she had to rush to class with an achingly full bladder - and Mr. Johnson had refused to give her a hall pass, saying that "You should've taken care of yourself between classes. You're expected to be a grown-up in this school."
So now Kimiko was stuck - sitting in an interminable lecture, her need to pee inexorably growing every moment. She'd tried to catch Mr. Johnson's eye, to ask again, but his expression was formidable and unsympathetic. She squirmed in her seat again, trying to control her bladder, only to freeze again at another glare from the teacher.
Thirty minutes to go now, and Kimiko simply couldn't sit still any longer - she was constantly shifting her slender hips on the hard wood of the chair, her thighs crossing one over the other, her hand pressing into her crotch to hold her aching bladder. Mr. Johnson, seeing this, snapped, "Stop that this instant, young lady! Either sit still, or you can stand in the corner in front of the class!"
"Y-yes, Mr. Johnson," squeaked Kimiko, as she tried to straighten up in her seat... and then her face went pale with shock. She slammed her knees tight together, but it was no use - she could feel the hot wetness soaking into the crotch of her panties and spreading down her bottom.
Seconds later, the entire class was mumbling to one another and staring at Kimiko - or more accurately, at the fragrant yellow cascade pouring from the back of her chair and spreading in a puddle beneath her desk. Her eyes tight shut and her face blushing to the roots of her short black hair, Kimiko was helpless to do anything but sit there and wet herself in front of everyone.
Mr. Johnson watched impassively, waiting until the flood had slowed to a slow trickle, and then a drip. "Are you quite finished, Kimiko?" he asked, his tone cold and sarcastic. Starting slightly in her chair, Kimiko swallowed, and then nodded mutely, tears of shame beginning to form in her eyes.
"Good," said the teacher. "Now come up to the front of the classroom and stand in the corner. I will not tolerate a student who has no self-control!"
"But sir," protested the shame-faced Kimiko, "I couldn't help-"
"Silence!" roared Mr. Johnson. "I will not tolerate excuses either! Now on your feet, little girl!"
Stifling a response, Kimiko nodded, sniffling softly. She got up, and walked past the snickering and muttering students on either side of her, feeling the tears begin to start - and also feeling the way that the back of her school skirt, which she'd been sitting on, was now clinging wetly to the backs of her thighs, and the way her sodden underwear was quickly growing cold and clammy.
By the time she reached the corner, she was sobbing in shame and humiliation, and was more than happy to face the corner so that she didn't have to look at the faces of her fellow students - even if that meant that the pee-soaked patch on the back of her skirt was plainly displayed for all to see, as well as the tiny rivulets of urine that were running down the backs of her thighs from her saturated panties and being absorbed by her socks.
The next half hour seemed to take an eternity, as Kimiko stood there in her peed panties - but finally the bell rang and the students began to file out, a janitor pushing past them and heading toward the puddle under Kimiko's desk. Kimiko turned to Mr. Johnson, and asked timidly, "Sir, can I please have a late pass to my next class?"
"Certainly not! What makes you think you need one?"
"I, uh, I need to change my panties... and my skirt-"
"Nonsense! If you pee in your panties like a little girl, it's your own fault. Which reminds me..." He scribbled on a notepad and handed it to her. "I'll expect to see you after school for an hour detention for disrupting my class."
"B-but sir!" Kimiko wailed, shifting her weight uncomfortably. "I'll have to go the whole day with-"
"Are you going to stand here and argue with me, young lady, or are you going to get to your next class?"
Kimiko's lower lip trembled, but she mutely accepted the detention slip and filed out of the classroom, whimpering as her soggy panties shifted and clung to her rump. The syllabus had been very clear that tardiness was unacceptable, and she'd already gotten one detention on her very first day - she was in dread of what might happen to her if she committed another offense.
Catcalls followed Kimiko down the hall as she rushed to fifth period, and several students pointed at the wet patch on her skirt. Covering her face, she cried as she ran - in the shame and disgust over the urine-drenched panties clinging to her crotch, she completely failed to notice that a few other students were doing the same thing...
Kimiko tried to sneak into Mr. Jarvis' math class without anyone noticing her. Unfortunately, one of her classmates from Mr. Johnson's class was ready.
"Well, if it isn't Little Miss Kimmy Potty-pants!" jeered Brenda, a red-headed girl who looked about a year older than Kimiko - several inches taller and with bigger breasts. Brenda was also one of nature's bullies, and she'd already managed to assemble a small clique. As Brenda mocked her less fortunate (and wetter) fellow student, her cronies took up the cry. "Little Kimmy Potty-pants! Little Kimmy Potty-pants! Gonna pee for us some more, Little Kimmy Potty-pants?"
"Shut up!" whined Kimiko, her face reddening anew. "I couldn't help it! Leave me alone!" But her pleas only encouraged her tormentors, repeating their cruel chant until Kimiko was crying again, burying her face in her hands.
"Let's see Kimiko's potty pants!" exclaimed Brenda suddenly, and before Kimiko could react, she'd pulled the smaller girl's skirt up. Several other students, who'd just now been looking up to see what all the fuss was about, began to murmur or giggle as they got a good look at the girl's pee-stained panties. Most of them were repulsed and looked away, but a few - especially the boys - were ogling the girl's wet panties with the undisciplined lust of the young adolescent male.
"NO!" squealed Kimiko, now nearly in hysterics. "C-c-cut it out, or I, I, I'll tell!" She tried to tug her skirt away from Brenda's grasp, but the other girl was too strong for her, and so poor Kimiko's sodden underwear remained on display as Brenda continued the taunting. "Awww, poor widdle Kimiko went pee-pee in her panties! Sooo yucky! Does widdle baby Kimmy need a diaper? Oooh! I bet she's gonna go poo-poo in them too! Kimmy wanna poo her panties for us?"
Unable to do anything other than flail ineffectually at her tormentor, Kimiko was red uced to a blubbering bawling wreck - and then Brenda let go of the skirt and scuttled to her seat, suddenly the picture of studious innocence. As Kimiko's skirt mercifully fluttered back down over her shamefully soaked panties, she looked up just in time for Mr. Jarvis to walk into the room.
"Would you like to sit down, young lady, or do you want to remain standing the whole period?" said Mr. Jarvis sarcastically, evoking another brief storm of giggling at Kimiko's expense. Red-faced, humiliated, and teary-eyed, Kimiko could only stumble toward her desk, wincing as the cold wet cotton pressed into her rump.
Kimiko didn't learn much in the last three periods of the day - the discomfort and smell of her cold wet underwear, and the occasional taunting of her classmates, made it hard to concentrate on anything else. Three very wet and uncomfortable hours later, Kimiko was rushing back to Mr. Johnson's classroom as fast as she could despite the rumbling sensations in her tummy. The detention note had been quite clear - three minutes after seventh period, without fail.
"Ah, Kimiko," said Mr. Johnson, closing the door behind her as the bell rang. "So good of you to come. Take off your skirt, please," he added matter-of-factly.
"W-what?" asked Kimiko, going pale with shock.
"You heard me," said Mr. Johnson calmly. "Take off your skirt and show me what you did in your panties in my class."
Kimiko shook her head. "N-no! You can't do this!" she protested, beginning to grow outraged.
"I don't believe you understand the situation here, Kimiko," said Mr. Johnson, putting his hand on the girl's shoulder and walking around here. "At the Alderson Institute, we expect our students to be obedient . That means you do as you're told..." He leaned down to look Kimiko in the eye. "Or you will be punished. Do I make myself clear?" His hand tightened on Kimiko's shoulder, not quite to the point of pain but firmly enough to make it clear exactly who was in charge.
Cowed by the man, Kimiko shook her head, the tears starting again, but she reached down to unzip her skirt, which soon whispered to the floor. Mr. Johnson nodded. "Good," he said, as he stood back and began to circle Kimiko once more, looking down at her sodden panties.
The panties were pure white cotton, standard issue for the Institute - but now, there was a prominent half-moon yellow stain on the seat of them, the wet fabric folded and wrinkled as it clung to her firm young bottom, and to her crotch as well. As Mr. Johnson ogled her, Kimiko managed to find the courage to speak up again. "S-sir?"
"Yes, what is it, Kimiko?" said the teacher, sounding distracted as he studied her wet panties.
"I, I need to go to the bathroom, sir."
"You just did, three hours ago. In your panties." He gestured to the evidence clinging to her loins.
"N-no, sir, I need to do, uh, do the other. Number two," she mumbled, blushing all the more intensely.
"You'll just have to wait, young lady. You've had all day."
"Sir, please -"
"If you speak out of turn one more time, young lady, you'll get another half-hour of detention! Now sit down and be quiet! And start writing. One hundred times: 'I will not urinate in my panties during class.'"
This threat shut Kimiko up promptly, and she quickly retired to a desk at the front of the room, grateful for the way this slightly hid her exposed, dirty panties from the man, and began to write.
Time passed... and though her arm and hand ached from the writing, the urge to defecate was worse. Kimiko pressed her bottom into the seat, whimpering as this squished the wet panties against her tender skin, moaning as her tummy gurgled - in her urgent need to go, she was completely oblivious to the way that Mr. Johnson was avidly watching her show of desperation.
Twenty minutes in, Kimiko could take no more. Her voice edged with pain, Kimiko said, "Please sir, please let me go to the bathroom!"
"Half an hour more," Mr. Johnson said calmly, cruelly, looking her in the eye.
Kimiko whimpered plaintively, staring at the man and biting her lip... and then winced with pain as she felt her bowels began to move. Leaning forward and clutching at her desk, she groaned, and the odor of fresh shit filled the room as the poor girl felt her already-dirty panties begin to fill.
Mr. Johnson said nothing - simply watched as Kimiko, sobbing with horror and shame, squatted at her desk and helplessly pooped in her panties. He said nothing until it was clear that she was done, as the girl slumped forward against her desk and began to bawl.
"Disgraceful," he said, getting up from his desk and standing beside her. "Sit down!" he snapped, taking her shoulder and forcing her back into the seat - there was a wet squelch, and Kimiko nearly screamed in disgust as her bottom was forced into the pile of crap, which oozed all through her panties and began to leak out of the leg-holes. "And when you're finished writing your first hundred sentences, you can start another two hundred of 'I will not defecate in my panties during detention."
Kimiko barely heard this, her throat welling up with choked sobs. Oh god... she was thinking to herself. Please, please let me go clean up... I feel so filthy... But something about the unsympathetic reaction to her earlier pleas warned her not to speak her complaints out loud. Instead, she suffered in silence, writing more slowly now thanks to the distraction of the filthy mess she'd been forced to sit in.
Another half hour passed - an half hour of hell, as Kimiko cried and wrote and marinated in her own feces, unable to decide which was worse: the stench of her own shit, the horrible slimy sensation of the muck clinging to her tender rear, or just the humiliation of having wet and messed herself like a little baby. As the first hour of her detention drew to a close, though, she realized something worse yet - she needed to pee again. Fearing the worst, she timidly raised her hand.
"What is it now, Kimiko?" sighed Mr. Johnson, affecting exasperation.
"I, I need to go pee again," whimpered Kimiko, cringing as she spoke.
"Oh you do, do you? Then stand up!" said the cruel teacher. The girl complied, trembling, holding her hands in front of herself. Mr. Johnson looked her up and down, and said, "Now pee."
"W-what?" gasped Kimiko. This was just too much! She'd expected just to be denied the bathroom, but to be ordered to pee her panties? "R-right here?"
"That's right. You don't deserve to go to the bathroom, you filthy little girl. If you have to pee, then you can just stand right there and pee in your panties."
Kimiko gulped and looked at Mr. Johnson pleadingly, but as his expression hardened and he opened his mouth as if to snap at her again, she swallowed and shut her eyes tight, and let go. She moaned in disgust as her already-saturated panties began to dissolve her shit into gooey mush - and then her moan dissolved into a keening wail as the pee began to trickle down her legs, running into her socks and soaking them as well. Mr. Johnson sat back and inwardly gloated to himself as he watched this pretty young girl, this almost-a-woman, stand there and cry and helplessly urinate in her panties.
The flow of urine down Kimiko's legs finally came to a stop, but her humiliated sobbing didn't. Even when Mr. Johnson barked, "Now sit down and get back to work!" the tears continued unabated, even as the girl stumbled back into her seat, her wails redoubled as she sat in the urine-softened crap in her panties. Slowly, very slowly, Kimiko's pencil began to move across the paper again, as her crying just as slowly settled into sniffles and whimpers - and coughs, as she nearly choked on the acrid stench she'd made in her underwear.
Finally, as Mr. Johnson said, "Time!" Kimiko looked at her paper, and sighed in despair. "I... I've got another hundred and twenty sentences to go, Mr. Johnson," she murmured, hiccoughing from the long crying fit.
"Then we'll finish your punishment tommorow," replied Mr. Johnson. "Stand up!" And as she did so, the teacher examined the shit-filled underwear... and began to pull them down.
"W-what are you doing?" Kimiko whimpered, but softly - the past hour had taken a lot of the fight out of her, and so she hardly flinched despite the fact that her naked young sex was exposed now, the hairless folds slightly reddened from the urine-soaked cotton that had been clinging to them all afternoon.
"Preparing for tomorrow," Mr. Johnson explained. "You'll wear these for your detention tomorrow."
"N-no..." Kimiko whispered, her heart sinking. "No, please don't make me do that... they're so filthy..."
"And why are they filthy, young lady?" asked the teacher, glaring up at her.
Kimiko bit her lip, but the admission was forced from her. "Because... because I went to the bathroom in them..." she sniffled.
"That's right. Little girls who potty in their panties are filthy, and so they deserve to wear their filthy panties."
Wincing in shame, Kimiko could only nod in acknowledgment. "I'm sorry, sir," she moaned.
"You'll learn," said Mr. Johnson. "Now go back to the dorm and get cleaned up, Miss Kimiko Potty-Pants."
Cringing at the terrible insult, stung by the reminder of Brenda's taunting, Kimiko could do nothing but return to the center of the room, hurriedly put her skirt on over her bare and shit-smeared bottom, and rush out of the classroom.
Mr. Johnson turned the soiled panties in his hands, admiring the pale yellow ring above the crotch where the pee was almost dry, and of course the thick brown lumpy load filling the seat. Putting the panties in a plastic bag, he grinned to himself in sadistic glee. "Oh, will you ever learn..."
Omorashi Academy
Chapter 2: Bad Little Girls
"What's the matter, Kimiko?" Bridget asked, as her younger roommate came into the dorm room, bawling her eyes out. Kimiko just shook her head and flopped onto her bed, crying into her pillow.
Bridget crossed the room and put a hand on the girl's shoulder. "What happened?" she asked again. "Are you okay?" She wrinkled her nose - this close, she could smell the faint but unmistakable odor of shit.
"Nuh-nuh-nothing..." mumbled Kimiko into her pillow, her shoulders shaking.
Bridget knelt by the bed and stroked the girl's back. "It's okay, hon... you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But... if you need someone to talk to, I'm here. What are roommates for?"
Though her tone was kind and soothing, Bridget smiled cruelly to herself - she knew full well that the poor girl had had an accident. Or rather, an "accident", since as Bridget also knew from personal experience, the Alderson Institute provided countless opportunities for its female students to mess in their panties. A first-day, Bridget thought to herself, and too embarrassed to even talk about it. Oh, she's going to be such fun!
Kimiko sobbed and shook her head, but slowly and by degrees began to relax as Bridget comforted her, and her tears eventually subsided. Still trembling, she turned to Bridget and leaned forward, and Bridget wrapped her arms around her roommate and gathered her into a hug, holding her comfortingly. "There, there..." she murmured. "It's gonna be all right..."
The next day, Kimiko was determined not to have a repeat of the day before. Despite the long lines to the girls' restrooms, Kimiko made a point of visiting it as often as she could, whether she needed to or not.
So, by fourth period, she was able to sit quite still in Mr. Johnson's class. Or at least, there were no bodily urges pressing upon her. But she did squirm when she caught Mr. Johnson's eye, provoking a half-smirk from him - she knew full well that the rest of her terrible punishment was awaiting her at the end of the day.
This is outrageous, Kimiko thought to herself. He has no right to make me put on my messed panties! And she returned his smirk with a hostile glare, and then looked down at her textbook again.
By the time the detention hour rolled around, Kimiko was determined. He was not going to get away with punishing her that way! She walked toward his classroom with strong, confident strides. The slight twinge in her bladder worried her not at all - she'd have no trouble holding it all the way through. She'd show him!
"Ah, if it isn't my favorite little panty-wetter. Come in," said Mr. Johnson with a smile, as he pulled yesterday's plastic bag from his drawer, the filthy panties still sealed inside. "Please, put these on," he said, matter-of-factly, holding out the bag.
"No!" declared Kimiko.
"No?" asked Mr. Johnson mildly, peering over his glasses.
"No!" she responded. "You have no right to do this to me! I'm not gonna do it!"
"Is that so..." said Mr. Johnson, gently setting the bag on his desk, and reaching down into the drawer again. Then, before Kimiko could even flinch, he stood up, strode forward, and grabbed the girl by the wrist, clamping a handcuff onto it. The cuffs were of slightly non-standard design, two normal wrist cuffs, with a second chain attached between the wrists and leading to a rather smaller locking mechanism.
"What are you - let me go!" shouted Kimiko, struggling futilely in his grasp. "Stop it! I'll scream!"
"Go ahead," said Mr. Johnson, as he reached for her other flailing hand, finally latching onto it as well and tugging it forward into the handcuffs. "The classrooms are quite soundproof, and besides, there's no one but other teachers here at this time of day."
Kimiko screamed nonetheless, her young voice cracking as she cried out "Help! Help! Mr. Johnson's attacking me!"
"You're a lot livelier today, Kimiko dear," said Mr. Johnson, over her screams. "You didn't put up this much of a fight yesterday. I wonder why?" By now, he'd locked the handcuffs to the desk, and was lifting up her skirt. "No matter. You will learn obedience, one way or another!" And with that, he had started to spank the girl, his hand slapping hard against her panty-clad rump.
"OWWW! What are you - OOWWW!" Kimiko exclaimed, howling in shock and pain as Mr. Johnson's callused hand walloped her tender behind. By the time the spanking was done, she was crying and gulping, but her expression was still twisted in anger when Mr. Johnson reached into the desk again and pulled out a bottle of pills. Shaking one into his palm, he held it up to her mouth. "Take this," he instructed.
"Wh-what is it?" Kimiko quavered, as she leaned away from his hand.
"A diuretic," explained Mr. Johnson. "A drug designed to make your body produce urine faster. This one acts pretty quickly - it shouldn't take more than a half hour for your bladder to fill."
It took a moment for the implication to sink in - and then Kimiko went berserk, flailing and yanking at the handcuffs. "NO! NO! You can't make me take that, it's not fair! It's not fair!"
Mr. Johnson took hold of Kimiko's short dark hair. "This is your punishment for disobeying me when you came in," he said gruffly, yanking her head back. "And if you continue to fight me, your punishment will only get worse. Now open your mouth!"
Kimiko screamed as her hair was tugged painfully back - and this was enough for Mr. Johnson. With practiced aim, he dropped the pill straight down the girl's throat. "Now swallow!" he demanded, holding her mouth shut and pinching her nose.
Kimiko struggled for a moment longer... but as she grew short of air, eventually she had no choice. Her throat moved, and she swallowed. Mr. Johnson opened her mouth again with one hand while the other hand kept hold of her hair, and he did a quick search of the girl's mouth, making sure that she hadn't hidden it under her tongue. Satisfied, he let go of her hair.
"hff... pff... You'll never get away with this," Kimiko gasped as she slumped forward, her hands resting on the desk. The horrible pill, she knew, was heading down her gullet, and would soon be working its way on her body.
"Teachers have the authority to administer whatever punishments they see fit," said Mr. Johnson as he unlocked the handcuffs from the desk again, then dragged the girl across the room. He pressed a rocker switch on the wall, causing a rope to lower from the ceiling, and he hooked the cuffs onto the metal ring on the end. Activating the rocker switch again, he adjusted the rope so that it held Kimiko's arms straight in the air, leaving her just barely able to stand on both feet.
"It's not fair," sobbed Kimiko. "Let me go..." Ignoring the girl's pleas, Johnson reached down to her skirt and lifted it up, tucking the hem into the waistband. This provoked a scream of humiliated outrage from Kimiko, and she tried to kick at him. "Put that back down! I don't want you looking at my panties!"
"Still disobedient, eh?" said Mr. Johnson, easily dodging her flailing foot. "I've got the cure for that." One more visit back to his desk, and he came back with a pair of rubber bulbs. "A little enema should do the trick."
After all the indignities that had already been visited on her, Kimiko could only whimper at this one - and so shocked was she that it didn't even occur to her to wonder why a schoolteacher would happen to have enema bulbs in his desk. Or handcuffs. Or a handy rope to drop from the ceiling. "N-no... you can't... please..."
Unmoved, Mr. Johnson lifted the back of her skirt and tugged down the seat of her panties. Ignoring the flailing of her feet, he pressed the nozzle of the first bulb into her anus, and squeezed, forcing the solution into Kimiko's unwilling bowels, then repeated the process with the second, finally tugging Kimiko's panties back into place.
Kimiko shook her head, sobbing, and then groaning as she already felt her bowels begin to cramp. "N-no... stop it... let me go to the bathroom..."
"Good little girls do as they're told, Kimiko," said Mr. Johnson, patting her on the shoulder. "Little girls who don't do as they're told are bad little girls. And bad little girls," he added, completing the cruel logic, "don't get to enjoy the privilege of using the toilet. When bad little girls pee and poo, they pee and poo in their panties." He leaned back, enjoyed the look of horror that began to spread across Kimiko's face, and then returned to his desk to watch the show.
Within minutes, Kimiko's bowels were trembling mightily. "It's not fair..." she sobbed. "I need to go poo..." She dangled from the handcuffs, her feet rocking back and forth and her ass clenching. But protest as she might, squirm as she might, Mr. Johnson just kept watching impassively. And eventually, the girl's exhausted anus gave up the struggle, and with another plaintive sob, she began to fill her panties for the second time in as many days.
As the odor of Kimiko's shit began to fill the room, Mr. Johnson stood up again. "Awww, did little Kimiko go poopy in her pants?" he cooed mockingly, reaching under her skirt and feeling the gooey load, still growing as it weighed down the seat of the girl's panties.
"S-stop that..." whimpered Kimiko, tears running down her face, followed by an "Eeugh!" of disgust as Johnson squeezed, pressing the filthy shit against her bottom.
The cruel teacher said mildly, "Are you telling me what to do again?" as he continued to fondle the girl's shitty panties, smearing the mess up and down her butt-cheeks. Kimiko, nearly choking on the smell wafting up from beneath her skirt, felt so horribly dirty as Mr. Johnson ruthlessly ground her own feces against her bottom, and all she could do was whimper and shake her head.
"I didn't think so," said Mr. Johnson, as he wiped his hand on the back of her skirt. "Now I haven't forgotten your offense from yesterday, when you pissed yourself in class. You're going to have to learn some self control. So you have until half-past the hour, and you have to hold it till then. If you pee yourself any sooner, you will be punished again. Do I make myself clear?" Kimiko looked up at him, her face going pale - she could already feel her bladder starting to send its signals - but she nodded meekly. "I'll try," she whimpered.
"Trying isn't good enough," he responded. "Your crotch stays dry till half-past, or you pay the consequences." And with that, he returned to his desk once more.
At first, Kimiko could think of nothing but the smelly shit being held against her ass by the panties... but as time went on, and the diuretic worked, soon she was squirming again, crossing her legs back and forth, swaying from the rope as her desperation grew.
"Five minutes," called Mr. Johnson, enjoying the show as young Kimiko struggled not to pee, the still-pristine front of her pooped white cotton panties on display for him. He'd had years of experience with desperate girls, and as he watched the girl writhe with the need to relieve herself, he could see that she wouldn't be able to hold it for more than a handful of seconds longer - much less five minutes.
Kimiko knew it too. Tearfully, she sobbed, "Please, Mr. Johnson... I can't hold it any longer... please let me go pee..."
"Five minutes," he repeated implacably. "pee yourself any sooner, and you pay the consequences."
"It's not fair..." wailed Kimiko, her knees knocking together. "I can't help it..." And with that, her head slumped forward, and the crotch of her panties blossomed with a wet yellow stain that quickly began to spread up her belly and down toward the brown load behind her.
"Tsk... Kimiko..." said Mr. Johnson chidingly. "Wetting yourself already?"
"It's not fair," Kimiko sobbed again, but she couldn't stop - the hot pee began to trickle down her legs and flow into her frilly white ankle socks, soaking those as well as her panties. Her shoes quickly overflowed with pee and began to spill onto the floor - and still she couldn't stop urinating, couldn't stop her body from flooding her panties with dirty yellow pee. Couldn't stop wetting herself, until her bladder was finally empty, pungent urine dripping from her filthy panties, squishing in her flooded shoes, and wafting its fumes around her from the golden puddle beneath her.
Mr. Johnson gave her a few moments to wallow in her shame and disgust... just long enough to let her think it couldn't get any worse. "Really, Kimiko, that was a disgraceful performance. Tomorrow, I'm going to have to put you on toilet ban."
"T-toilet ban?" Kimiko stuttered, her tear-streaked eyes looking up. No... no, surely he couldn't mean...
"Tomorrow," said Mr. Johnson, in a formal voice as he pronounced her sentence, "you will not be allowed to use the restroom facilities during school hours. Furthermore, I remind you that the dress code forbids you from removing your panties outside the lavatory." A brief pause. "Therefore, you will have to hold it in all day, or else do it in your panties. And you will not be allowed to clean up until the end of the day."
By the end of Mr. Johnson's speech, Kimiko was crying and stuttering in disgusted horror and fear. "N-n-n-no... oh God no... please, that's so horrible... please can't I have another punishment instead?" She could clearly remember using the bathroom at least twice that day - if she'd had to go in her panties each time... "Please, I'll do anything, anything, don't make me pee my panties all day, that's so cruel..."
Mr. Johnson glared at her for a long moment as his hapless victim writhed in helpless shame and fear and disgust. Finally, as Kimiko's desperate protests degenerated into helpless blubberign, he said, very quietly, "Anything?" He returned to the wall controls, and began to lower the rope again. "Anything? Then on your knees, Kimiko..."
Still sniffling and dripping, Kimiko let herself be lowered her to the ground, wincing as her knees splashed in the puddle of pee. "Wait, what are you -" she began, and then her voice trailed off, her eyes widening in shock as Mr. Johnson stepped in front of her and unzipped his trousers, presenting his stiff cock to her - about seven inches long, but it looked huge to Kimiko's inexperienced eyes. "Oh god," moaned Kimiko, leaning back and swaying from her cuffs. "Is - is that what I have to do?"
Instead of answering right away, Mr. Johnson leaned down and unbuttoned her blouse - Kimiko flinched, but knew there was nothing she could do about it - and carefully tugged her bra upward. "What's a little girl like you doing wearing a bra, anyway?" sneered Mr. Johnson. "It's not as if you need one..."
Even in the midst of her terrible humiliation, Kimiko rebelled against that remark. "I have breasts!" she pouted. But the comment still stung, especially since it was true. Although Kimiko's now-exposed chest did feature a growing bosom, her breasts were also quite small - barely an A-cup - and were firm enough not to need any support. But she'd been very proud of being old enough to wear a bra, and Mr. Johnson's words made her feel all the more like a little girl - an emotion amplified by the panties she'd been forced to pee and shit in.
"Barely," sneered Mr. Johnson, as he reached down to fondle the firm little mounds. "But they'll have to do. Now..." he said, straightening up and offering his manhood to the girl. "Suck on it. Make sure to use your tongue - that's a mistake a lot of little girls make their first time."
How would you know? Kimiko thought angrily. Do you do this to a lot of little girls? But by now she'd learned at least to keep such thoughts to herself - and fortunately for her mental state, she didn't think about it long enough to realize that it was probably true. Trembling with disgust, but knowing it was her only hope of escaping an even filthier day tomorrow, she leaned forward and swallowed the purple tip of Mr. Johnson's penis, her tongue slowly and unwillingly caressing it - and her nose wrinkled and she almost spit it out as she tasted the glob of precum that oozed out.
"Deeper!" snapped Mr. Johnson, and his fingers laced through the girl's hair and forced her head forward. Kimiko reflexively resisted for a moment, but the pressure on the back of her head was inexorable, shoving even more of the hot shaft into her mouth. She was almost at the point of gagging when her nose buried itself in the teacher's pubic hair and her lips reached the end of his manhood.
"Better. Now suck... and lick... there you go..." instructed Mr. Johnson, sighing contentedly as the girl's lips tightened around him. Despite the girl's inexpert technique, his penis began to harden still further, stimulated as much by Kimiko's abject humiliation and degradation as by her clumsy lips and tongue. "That's right..." he crooned, as he began to rock his hips slowly back and forth, his fingers still tangled in her short hair and holding her head against his crotch.
Kimiko did gag this time, a little, as Mr. Johnson's cock was forced down her throat, and she moaned muffledly about his lips and struggled to breathe through her nose. "Keep licking!" snapped Mr. Johnson, heedless of the girl's plight - no, savoring it - as he forced the girl to fellate him.
Faster and faster his hips began to move, and - never mind licking - it was all that Kimiko could do to breathe as Mr. Johnson moaned in pleasure and rammed his cock rammed repeatedly between her lips. Just as Kimiko was beginning to dread the possibility of having to swallow, Mr. Johnson pulled away from her, her lips making a slurping sound as they closed shut. And he aimed his manhood toward her chest... Kimiko winced, and turned her head away, but there was nothing she could do to stop the man from splashing his hot, thick semen all over her budding breasts, coating them liberally with the white gooey stuff.
Finally, Mr. Johnson sighed happily, and tucked his now-flaccid penis back into his trousers, then leaned back and admired his handiwork - a young girl, trembling with shame, her face blushing and streaked with tears, her bare chest covered with cum, her exposed panties drenched in urine and loaded with her waste. "Huh. Not bad for a beginner," he said dismissively. "I guess it's good enough for you to get out of that toilet ban - this time." He leaned forward and tugged her bra back down, right over the top of her cum-smeared breasts. Kimiko groaned in disgust and squirmed, but could do nothing as the semen soaked into her bra, making her feel filthier than ever.
Mr. Johnson then reached up to the girl's wrists, unlocking the handcuffs. Kimiko, eager to cover her soiled panties, immediately untucked them from the waistband, only then pausing to rub her wrists. "Well, you've still got those hundred and twenty sentences to do, Kimiko," said Mr. Johnson. "Better get to it."
Kimiko didn't respond right away - her shoulders were shaking with silent sobs, tears leaking from her tightly shut eyes. She didn't even really hear his words - all she could think about was how dirty she was, how slimy Mr. Johnson's cum felt against her breasts, how gooey and yucky her shit felt held against her rump by her pissy panties.
"Kimiko!" snapped Mr. Johnson, forcing her out of her gloomy reverie.
"W-what?" moaned Kimiko miserably.
"The sentences. One hundred twenty times, 'I will not defecate in my panties during detention.' You didn't forget, did you?" Mr. Johnson pointed to the desk, with the writing materials at the ready.
"N-no, sir, I, I'll get right on it," Kimiko mumbled, climbing to her feet, wincing once again as her damp socks squelched in her shoes, and shuffled back to her desk. She perched on the edge of the chair, beginning to write, only to gasp in disgust as Mr. Johnson casually shoved her back into the chair, her crapped panties making a wet splat sound as she was forced to sit in her own mess yet again.
Kimiko could barely manage to write, as she sat there marinating in her sticky and wet and smelly underwear, and her tears of shame and revulsion kept dripping onto the paper in front of her. A mere eternity later, she finally finished the one hundred and twentieth sentence. "Good," said Mr. Johnson, picking up the papers and reviewing them. "Now wait there until your detention is over."
Five more minutes passed - each one creeping by like an hour - before Mr. Johnson announced, "Time! Now, I don't want to see you in here again, Miss Kimiko, do you understand? If you hate wetting and messing yourself as much as you pretend to do, you will behave yourself in my classroom. Is that clear?"
Kimiko gulped, stung by the suggestion that she was only pretending to be suffering, but nodded meekly. "Good," said the teacher. "Now off with you." Kimiko climbed up out of her chair and stumbled toward the classroom door, then headed back to the dorm as fast as she could stand to walk - which, because of the poop that shifted disgustingly in her panties with every step, wasn't very fast at all.
"Ah, hi, Kimiko - oh my god, what's that smell?" Bridget said, looking up from her book as her younger roommate squelched through the door and stumbled across the room, slumping against her bed and sobbing piteously.
"Oh no," exclaimed Bridget, acting astonished. "What happened? Ssh... it's okay... it's okay," she said, wrapping her arm around Kimiko's trembling shoulders.
"H-he, he, he made me mess my panties," Kimiko slurred thickly, through her sobs. "An' then he... then he..." The girl shook her head, and buried her face in her arms and bawled, unable to recount the deeper humiliation of having to suck off her teacher.
"Poor Kimiko..." crooned Bridget, rubbing the girl's back. "That must feel horrible... Come on, hon," she added sympathetically, as she tried to gently urge Kimiko to her feet. "We need to get you cleaned up. You are allowed to clean up, at least, right?"
"Y-yeah... why wouldn't I be?" murmured Kimiko, sniffling, as she leaned on Bridget.
"Never mind," said Bridget, petting Kimiko's hair softly. She's not ready to hear about the all-day toilet ban yet, thought Bridget to herself as she led the girl to the showers. Kimiko allowed herself to be led, her eyes tightly shut so that she didn't have to see all the other students staring at her on the way there.
By the time Kimiko opened her eyes, Bridget was already taking off her bra, revealing a pair of shapely round breasts that made Kimiko feel a little jealous of the older girl. "Aw, c'mon, it's okay, Kimiko... we're all girls here," said Bridget as Kimiko blushed and turned her head away. "Come on, I'm sure you can't wait to get out of those filthy panties..."
"Y-yeah," Kimiko agreed, risking a relieved smile as she reached up under her skirt and gratefully slipped off the stinky underwear, gasping slightly as a glob of poop fell out of the seat of her panties and plopped onto the floor. "Oh god, that feels so much better," she said, as she slipped off her shoes and took off her damp socks.
Bridget, meanwhile, was taking off her own skirt and panties. "Come on, come on, let's have it all off," she said brightly. Kimiko blushed, but took off her skirt, then reached for her blouse... and hesitated, afraid that her roommate would see the cum-stains on her bra.
"It's okay, you don't have anything I haven't seen before," said Bridget reassuringly as she reached for Kimiko's blouse. The girl gasped and flinched away, holding her arms over her chest. "What's the matter?" said Bridget, tilting her head.
Kimiko hesitated, trembling and blushing furiously. Finally she said, "N-nothing," and with quivering fingers, unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, then hurriedly reached behind her back to take the bra off and toss it onto the floor.
"There you go, that wasn't so hard, was it?" asked the older girl. Despite Kimiko's efforts, she had noticed the pale yellow stains on the fabric of the little bra cups, but didn't say anything about it yet. "Come on, into the shower with you!"
Nodding, Kimiko stepped into the stall, and sighed in utter bliss as the hot water ran down her body, feeling it begin to wash away the filth that had coated her. It felt so good that she hadn't noticed Bridget stepping into the shower with her until she felt the older girl's soapy hands on her narrow waist.
"Here... you've had a rough day today. Let me wash you?" Bridget asked. Kimiko hesitated, looking up at her older roommate... then nodded. "Okay," she said softly.
And it did feel so good, the gentle touch of Bridget's hands along her body, so much better after the filth she'd had to endure for the past hour. Kimiko was beginning to relax, enjoying even the feel of Bridget gently scrubbing her ass... and then she gasped again, as Bridget's hand slipped up between her legs. "W-what are you doing?"
"Well, I need to wash you there too, don't I?" said Bridget placatingly. "It'll get irritated down there if you let the pee stay there, and believe me, it really hurts when your girl bits are sore..."
"O-okay," Kimiko said meekly. Faintly, she wondered if there was something wrong with letting Bridget touch her there, but Bridget was so nice to her... and it did feel good... so good, as Bridget's long slender fingers, slippery with soap, caressed Kimiko's pink young petals. "Nnnh..." Kimiko murmured, feeling her cheeks flush again. "A-are you sure this is okay?"
"Of course it is, hon..." purred Bridget soothingly, her soapy fingers caressing Kimiko's sex with a very light, deft touch. "You've suffered enough today, haven't you?"
The growing haze of desire was beginning to cloud Kimiko's mind, and the cruel abuse she'd suffered at the hands of Mr. Johnson - abuse she was still convinced she didn't really deserve - had her primed to believe that it was only fair that she get to enjoy herself too. So she relaxed, leaning back against Bridget's warm soft chest and letting her roommate gently yet skillfully stroke her.
Again and again Bridget's fingertips glided along Kimiko's slit, slowly guiding Kimiko to higher and higher levels of arousal - very careful not to turn the girl on too quickly for fear of spooking her. By degrees, Kimiko began to squirm, her knees buckling as she tried to press herself against Bridget's fingers, and Bridget caught her with an arm around her chest, her other hand now delicately fondling the small firm mound of her breast.
"Ahhnnn... more, Bridget..." Kimiko begged, her small bosom heaving with her gasping breaths, and her roommate eagerly complied, slipping two fingers just into Kimiko's vagina and playing with the tiny clit. Even a few seconds of this delightful treatment was too much for the young girl, and she climaxed, shuddering and trembling in her roommate's arms.
Bridget murmured soothingly to the girl as she moaned and wriggled in ecstasy, her skilled fingers carefully guiding her younger protegé through her orgasm, moving slower and more lightly as the girl began to relax. "Mmmn... better now?" she purred.
Kimiko could only nod, smiling, and she turned around to put her small arms around Bridget in a grateful, relaxed hug. Bridget held the happy girl in her arms, letting the warm shower water wash over them both. Yes... such fun indeed, thought Bridget to herself, as she turned off the shower and guided Kimiko to the towels - quietly disposing of Kimiko's filthy panties and washing off the floor when the girl wasn't looking.
"There you go," said Bridget, as they got dressed again and walked back to their dorm room. "Need any help with your homework?"
"Nope, I'm okay," said Kimiko, now once again as cheerful as she'd been when she'd arrived, and, fishing a clean pair of panties out of her underwear drawer, she settled at her desk to work. Then she paused, and got up again, and gave Bridget a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you..." she whispered.
"You're welcome," murmured Bridget, enjoying the younger girl's affection, tousling her hair. Kimiko looked up, blushed, and looked away again, giggling in mild embarrassment, then danced back to her desk and got to work.
Bridget watched her young new friend over the top of her book, finding that she enjoyed the girl's delight as much as her distress. You really are a sweet one, aren't you? she thought to herself. I'm glad they paired you up with me...
Omorashi Academy
Chapter 3: Dirty Mouths, Dirty Bottoms
It had been two days since Kimiko's humiliating punishments at the hands of her English teacher, Mr. Johnson. She was mild-mannered and obedient by nature anyway, and two days in a row of having to wet and soil her panties made her very determined to avoid any further punishment.
Other students weren't so well-behaved. Brenda, the girl who'd made fun of Kimiko for wetting her panties on Monday, had been chewed out yesterday by the biology teacher in second period for swearing in class and ordered to serve detention. The foul-tempered Brenda had seemed quite blasé about this punishment, especially given Ms. Itsuki's kindly and even-tempered attitude in class. You're just lucky you didn't do that in Mr. Johnson's class, Kimiko had thought to herself with furtive glee.
This morning, though, as Kimiko filed into the classroom, she noticed that Brenda was wearing a sullen expression, as well as a bright orange wristband. And when Brenda noticed the attention, she glared at Kimiko with sullen rage.
What's got into her? thought Kimiko, as she took her seat. It's not like I'm the one who made fun of her on Monday. She glanced again at Brenda, who was no longer looking in her direction - and noticed that Brenda was squirming slightly. Before she had much longer to think about this, though, Ms. Itsuki had arrived, and the lesson was beginning.
Kimiko dutifully took notes and read along in the textbook, and only gradually was she aware of a shuffling sound from the direction of Brenda's desk. Eventually, Kimiko's curiosity got the better of her, and she looked backward, bracing herself for Brenda's evil glare. But Brenda wasn't looking at her. Instead, her eyes were fixed with a venomous gaze on the teacher, and she was muttering under her breath, as she twined her long legs together, one knee bouncing over the other.
Kimiko, having suffered the same symptoms in Mr. Johnson's class on Monday, recognized them immediately. She has to go pee? thought Kimiko wonderingly. But it's only second period. Why didn't she go before class? And surely she could ask permission? I'm sure Ms. Itsuki isn't as mean as Mr. Johnson...
Even as she thought that, though, she saw Brenda's eyes squeeze shut, and the (relatively) busty redhead's body tensed up. Kimiko's eyes went wide and she bit her knuckle in shock, knowing what was going to happen next... and sure enough, a trickle of pee began to flood off the edge of Brenda's chair and patter to the floor.
Just as on the previous Monday, the class erupted in a chorus of muted murmurs as they turned as one to watch Brenda's shameful predicament. All except Kimiko, whose eyes turned toward the science teacher, wondering how she'd treat this indiscretion. To Kimiko's astonishment, though, the teacher said nothing at all, merely nodding and watching Brenda, as if in satisfaction.
Oh my god... that orange wristband... Ms. Itsuki put Brenda on toilet ban! thought Kimiko in shock, putting a hand to her mouth and turning in her seat again as Brenda continued to wet herself, her face twisted in an expression of helpless rage. Mr. Johnson had threatened Kimiko with that terrible punishment two days ago: a student under toilet ban had to go the whole day without the use of any toilet other than her own panties.
Up until now, Kimiko would have been quite happy to watch Brenda suffer that punishment, especially after Brenda had pulled up Kimiko's skirt on Monday and displayed her wet panties to the whole math class. But now, as Kimiko watched the hot urine spread in a puddle beneath Brenda's chair, she felt a pang of sympathy for the erstwhile bully. It's not fair, Kimiko thought. Even she shouldn't have to wet her panties as a, a punishment...
Finally, the flow of pee slowed and stopped, and Brenda turned her sullen glare upon the students watching her, as if promising terrible retribution if anyone dared to comment. As Brenda's gaze passed across Kimiko's wide-eyed face, though, some other unidentifiable expression flickered across Brenda's countenance - but it only lasted for a moment, replaced by an especially hostile stare and even a snarl.
Kimiko flinched back as if struck, and faced forward again. What did I do to her? Kimiko wondered. Well, I guess I was staring at her, but so was everyone else - why'd she look so angry at me? Even Ms. Itsuki didn't get that nasty a look... At which point Ms. Itsuki cleared her throat and got on with the lesson, leaving Brenda to marinate in the pungent odor of her own urine and Kimiko to look upon the biology teacher with newfound fear. She seemed so nice... how could she do that to anyone? Even Brenda... Another thought occurred to Kimiko. How come she peed herself so soon, anyway? It's only second period - I don't even feel a twinge...
"Fuck no, I'm not writing any goddamned sentences!" Brenda had snapped at Ms. Itsuki. "That's a, a kiddie punishment! I'm in high school now, I don't have to put up with that shit!"
"Apparently you still haven't learned your lesson, Brenda," said Ms. Itsuki, sighing. "So your punishment is going up to from two hundred to five hundred copies of 'I will not use swear words at the Alderson Institute'. You'd better get started - it's going to take you a while."
In a foul mood, Brenda sat down to writing, but had barely finished the first ten sentences when she threw down her pencil. "Fuck this! I'm outta here! Call me when you have a real punishment!"
"A real punishment, eh?" said Ms. Itsuki, and she leaned out to grab Brenda by the shoulder. "All right, here's a real punishment. Tomorrow, you are going to be on toilet ban."
"What's a toilet ban?" Brenda asked, confused. Ms. Itsuki explained.
"The whole day? And I have to do it in my panties if I can't hold it?!" exclaimed Brenda, now truly outraged. "Fuck that! What kind of fucking sicko are you? I'm not going on any fucking toilet ban, bitch!" exclaimed Brenda, shoving Ms. Itsuki backward.
Or at least that was the plan. Instead. Ms. Itsuki's hands flashed out like lightning and gripped Brenda's wrists in an iron grip. "Let go of me, you bitch!" frothed Brenda in frustration, struggling to free herself.
"You still haven't learned, have you, Brenda?" said Ms. Itsuki, her level voice still showing no signs of strain. For her slight build, the older woman was surprisingly strong. "You will serve a toilet ban, young lady... and because of this insubordination, it's going to be even worse."
"How can it be worse than a toilet ban?" shouted Brenda, beginning to grow fearful despite her bravado.
"Well, you could have two or three days of it, for one thing," replied Ms. Itsuki. "But instead we're going to do something a little different..."
It was time for English class with the dreaded Mr. Johnson. Kimiko tried not to look too directly at Brenda as she walked into the room, but even out of the corner of her eye, she could see that the redhead was walking funny, with her knees together and shuffling steps. She needs to pee again already? thought Kimiko in confusion. You'd think that she'd avoid the water fountains when she was on toilet ban...
Kimiko tried not to watch Brenda, knowing that the other girl was suffering enough already, but she couldn't help but hear the shuffling and squirming as Brenda struggled to control her bladder. "Goddammit, not now..." muttered Brenda under her breath. "Not in front of her, not again..."
Not in front of who? thought Kimiko to herself, confused. But Kimiko wasn't the only one who'd heard the outburst. "Please come up to the front of the class, Brenda," said Mr. Johnson, his eyes glinting with what Kimiko recognized as delighted lust.
"Whadda ya want now?" growled Brenda as she laboriously got up from her desk and tottered to the front of the classroom, one hand pressed to her crotch and her knees squeezed tightly together as the girl tried not to pee.
"I understand that you're on toilet ban at least partially for swearing, and yet I distinctly heard you swear yet again. Kindly raise your skirt and stand with your feet one foot apart, so that your fellow students can see what-"
"Raise my skirt?! Are you f- are you kidding me?" exclaimed Brenda. "Forget it!" And with that, she started to walk back toward her desk.
A hand gripped Brenda's free wrist. "I gave you an order, Brenda, and I will be obeyed," said Mr. Johnson, dragging her back to the front of the class. "And for disobeying me, you will serve a detention with me this afternoon. Now raise your skirt. Now."
Kimiko cringed in horror at this. Of the entire class, she alone knew what a Mr. Johnson detention meant, and it was more than just soiled panties. No... please don't do that to her, Mr. Johnson... she's suffered enough... thought Kimiko to herself, but she didn't dare say it, for fear that she'd join Brenda in Mr. Johnson's depraved detention hall.
Instead, Kimiko watched, white-faced, as Brenda reluctantly lifted the hem of her skirt above her waist, displaying the white cotton panties of the Alderson Institute and the damp yellow stain from her earlier wetting in biology class. And then, the crotch of Brenda's panties suddenly overflowed with pee, as the girl's overtaxed bladder once again began to relieve itself against her will.
And so Brenda stood there, holding her skirt up, trembling and red-faced with anger and embarrassment as she helplessly peed her panties in front of the entire class, while Mr. Johnson said, "This, my students, is what happens to disobedient young ladies. If a little girl has a dirty mouth, she'll have a dirty bottom too." She winced as she felt the pee run down her legs and begin to soak into her socks, and groaned as she heard some of the boys whistle at her. And she cringed as the girls who she'd thought were her friends, the same ones who'd helped her mock Kimiko for her accident on Monday, where among the loudest to snicker and point as Brenda was forced to wet herself in front of everyone.
As Brenda finally managed to stop urinating in her panties, and the flood of pee slowed to a drip from Brenda's soaked crotch to the puddle below, Mr. Johnson said, "All right. Now, class, please turn to page thirty-eight - Brenda, I did not dismiss you, please remain with your skirt up - and read the poem halfway down the page."
Brenda, who'd been preparing to flee to the relative safety of her desk, gasped in dismay, but reluctantly lifted up her skirt, her glare passing around the room. Once again, Brenda's eyes fell on Kimiko with particular viciousness, and Kimiko blushed and averted her eyes.
Brenda had to stand there in her own puddle for ten minutes, trembling with humilation, her nose wrinkling from the pungent smell of pee, her teeth clenched in frustration as the other students were allowed to ogle her sodden panties as much as they wanted. Finally Mr. Johnson said, "Please return to your seat, Brenda," and she nearly ran back to her desk, her pee-drenched socks squelching and urine splashing out of the sides of her shoes, and she barricaded herself behind her textbook. Kimiko wasn't sure, but she thought she heard a sniffle. Well, I know I'd be crying if I'd had to show off my panties to everyone while I peed in them, thought Kimiko, but Brenda? Surely Brenda wouldn't cry...
After school ended, Kimiko went to wait outside Mr. Johnson's classroom. Someone has to be nice to her, thought Kimiko. I heard she had to pee herself two more times today, and all of her friends were just as mean to her as they were to me. It must feel horrible to have to wet your panties that many times. No one deserves a toilet ban, much less whatever Mr. Johnson's gonna do to her... Last time Kimiko had been in Mr. Johnson's detention, he'd forced Kimiko to fellate him on threat of toilet ban, and no doubt Brenda was undergoing some similar sort of perverted torment even now.
Finally, the door opened and Brenda stormed out, her face almost as crimson as her long hair. Kimiko realized in dismay that Brenda's pretty locks were streaked with something white and sticky - eww, he came in her hair, Kimiko thought - and she was surrounded by a stench that told Kimiko that the redhead had had to shit in her panties, and was still wearing the horrible mess. Brenda stopped short, blinking at the sudden sight of Kimiko in front of her - and before Kimiko could say anything, Brenda erupted.
"You goddamned bitch! " screamed Brenda hysterically. "Don't you dare say a goddamned word! Cause if you do, I'm gonna-"
"Brenda... a word, please?" came Mr. Johnson's voice from the door. Brenda went pale with shock, and walked back into the classroom as if in a nightmare, while Kimiko watched helplessly, her hands to her mouth. When Brenda emerged, she was still palefaced, shaking, and nearly in tears.
"You... you..." said Brenda haltingly, "th-th-thanks to you I'm on toilet ban again tomorrow! And they're gonna make me take a laxative and a diuretic!" With a start, Kimiko realized the answer to the mystery of Brenda's multiple wettings. Oh my god... not only did they not let her go to the bathroom, but they gave her a diuretic so that she'd constantly have to pee her panties! Kimiko thought, horrified. And now a laxative on top of that - how can they - how can anyone be so cruel?
But Brenda wasn't done screaming. "Now I'm gonna have to go the whole god-" Brenda stopped herself with a visible effort, "the whole day messing and wetting my panties! I hope you're happy!" And before Kimiko could respond, Brenda ran off in tears, ignoring the little gobbets of poop that were falling from her soiled panties.
She... she was crying, thought Kimiko, horrified. Tough-as-nails Brenda, mean, cruel Brenda... was crying. "Brenda, wait! Please, wait!" cried Kimiko, and she ran after her classmate, her heart aching for the unspeakably cruel punishment Brenda had already endured, and the even worse torment she would endure the next day.
Brenda's trail wasn't hard to follow, and soon Kimiko found the redhead leaning against a water fountain, shaking with sobs. Kimiko slowly walked toward the other girl, and said, timidly, "Brenda, I'm so-"
"Go on!" Brenda snarled bitterly through her tears. "Make fun of me! Make fun of me for wetting and messing myself! Make fun of me for being a potty-pants! Go on! You know you want to!"
"NO!" wailed Kimiko, beginning to cry herself, as she realized why Brenda had been glaring at her all day. All this time, she thought I was going to pick on her! Like she did to me... "N-no... Brenda, I don't want to make fun of you! It's, it's not fair, what they're making you do... it's too cruel! I'm so suh-suh-sorry... I didn't mean to make you so upset just now..."
"Don't give me that!" snapped Brenda. "I made fun of you on Monday for wetting yourself, so it's your turn to pick on me! Isn't it?! Isn't it?!" Brenda turned to face Kimiko, glaring at her dark-haired classmate in helpless rage and humiliation, panting heavily, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
"No," said Kimiko softly, shaking her head and walking forward hesitantly. "No, Brenda. I thought I would, but... when I saw you in Ms. Itsuki's class, I remembered what it was like when it happened to me. I remembered how horrible it was. It's too horrible." She looked up at Brenda, her eyes welling with tears of compassion, and reached out to put a hand on Brenda's shoulder. "Even after what you did to me... it's too much."
... TO BE CONTINUED |
Brenda flinched away from Kimiko's hand and looked Kimiko up and down, looking for any sign, any sign whatsoever that Kimiko wasn't serious. "Y-you mean it, don't you? You really mean it..." murmured Brenda unbelievingly. "You really do feel... feel s-sorry for me..." And then, bewildered and ashamed, Brenda burst into tears and fell forward onto her knees, wrapping her arms around Kimiko's waist and burying her face in Kimiko's chest and bawling, bawling with the shame of it all.
"Oh, Brenda..." murmured Kimiko, hugging her back, stroking her long red hair, ignoring the stench of Brenda's panties and let Brenda press her face into her almost nonexistent bosom. "Brenda..." she whispered again, and held her former tormentor close, letting the girl cry her heart out over all the horrible degradation she'd endured that day. For of all Brenda's classmates, Kimiko was the only one who could understand what she felt.
Finally, Brenda's sobs began to subside, and she became a little more aware of herself. "God, I hope no one sees me like this," Brenda moaned, sniffling. "It's so embarrassing."
Huh? More embarrassing than wetting yourself in class? thought Kimiko, bewildered, but she knew better than say it out loud. And then Kimiko blinked in astonishment as she suddenly realized that yes, for Brenda, breaking down and seeking comfort from someone else - especially someone whom she'd picked on days before - really was more embarrassing than going to the bathroom in her panties. "Come on, then," whispered Kimiko, helping Brenda to her feet. "I, do you want me to help you clean up?"
"S-sure," muttered Brenda, sounding uncertain of herself, but she allowed Kimiko to lead her to the showers. Her original burst of rage-fueled energy had left her, and she now walked slowly, in the waddling gait of a little girl with poopy panties. "Ugh... this is so gross..." she muttered.
"I know, Brenda," said Kimiko encouragingly. "Just keep going... we're almost there." She herself felt a little odd, trying to be the comforting one, but she had an example to look up to. Kimiko's roommate Bridget had helped her when she was feeling filthy and abused - now Kimiko was going to do the same for Brenda. It was as simple as that.
"Um... you can go now, Kimmy," Brenda said, as they walked into the showers. "I mean... ugh. Right, you're helping me clean up, right, right. Er... can you, uh, do it without looking? I mean..." Brenda was blushing hotly, and tugging down on the back of her skirt with both hands, clearly embarrassed at the idea of anyone seeing her soiled underwear.
"It's okay, Brenda," replied Kimiko, resting a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "I, Mr. Johnson made me poop my panties too, you know. Twice." The dark-haired Asian cringed visibly at the memory, then forced herself to be cheerful again. "So, um, you know, I don't mind. Let me help?" The girl's hand moved down to Brenda's wrist, the slender fingers wrapping gently around it.
Brenda stood there uncertainly for a moment, her mouth working. Finally, she murmured, "A-all right," she said, letting go of her skirt again. "B-but you mustn't make fun, all right?"
Kimiko knelt down beside Brenda and carefully unfastened her skirt, lowering it to the ground. Then she winced at the sight of the sagging, heavy brown mess in Brenda's panties, staining the white cotton, bits of brown muck oozing out of the leg holes; almost as bad was the front of her panties, which showed several concentric yellow rings along her belly, showing the high-water marks of the poor redhead's many wettings. "Oh god..." said Kimiko. "Th-that looks so horrible... God, that must feel awful..."
Brenda sobbed. "D-don't remind me!" she whimpered, putting her face into her hands and stepping away, groaning as the foul muck oozed around against her ass.
"Oh, god, I'm sorry, Brenda," gasped Kimiko, remembering herself. "Here..." And with that, Kimiko carefully eased the soiled garment down Brenda's legs, careful not to let any more of the filth get on her. Then she took several handfuls of toilet tissue and wiped some of the shit off the back of Brenda's thighs and her bottom. "There..." she said, trying not to breathe through her nose. "G-go on and get in the shower... I'll be right there." Kimiko lifted the poopy panties off the floor again and began to rinse them in the toilet.
"O-okay," said Brenda, blushing. She finished undressing while Kimiko's back was turned, and climbed into the shower. She sighed softly as the soothing warm water sprayed her messy bottom, beginning to rinse away what was left - and then shrieked in surprise as the shower curtain moved again, covering her body with both hands.
"It, it's just me," said Kimiko timidly, blushing herself, just as naked. "Um. I... I just thought I'd help you wash up too. You know. Um, I don't have to if you don't want me to..." Kimiko backed up a step, reaching to close the shower curtain again.
"N-no... it's okay... come on in, Kimmy... you just surprised me, is all," said Brenda, lowering her hands again. Kimiko's blush deepened as she got a better look at Brenda's nude form. Her classmate wasn't quite as pretty as her roommate Bridget, but she was still very attractive - soft-looking, full breasts just large enough to be firm without support, athletic thighs, a bushy tuft of hair 'down there'. Kimiko swallowed, and stepped into the shower, and began to soap Brenda's bottom with trembling, uncertain hands. She'd never touched another girl like this before, and she didn't understand why it made her all flushed and tingly. Just embarrassment, she thought.
Brenda flinched a little as Kimiko's hands brushed against her tush, but slowly she relaxed as she felt the little fingers wiping away the last of the filth. "Ugh... that was so horrible... I hope I never have to serve detention with Mr. Johnson again," she said, her voice quavering. "And, and having to shit myself wasn't the worst part either..."
"I know what you mean," Kimiko said fervently, as she paused to lather up her hands again, letting the shower rinse the suds off Brenda's rear.
"Y-you do?" asked Brenda, looking around. "Oh, of course you do, you said he made you shit yourself twice..." Her voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. "Did he come in your hair too?"
"My chest," said Kimiko, pouting. "And he took off my bra first. Said I didn't need to wear a bra and stuff, too." Kimiko began to scrub down Brenda's thighs, her hands shaking as she relived that humiliating memory.
"Well, you don't," said Brenda, matter of factly. "I mean, they aren't that big, they'd hardly jiggle at all."
"I know," whimpered Kimiko, her face scrunching up as she sniffled. "But he, but he didn't need to say it. I mean, they're growing ..." She looked up at Brenda. "It's not fair. You're the same age as me, but you've got such nice breasts..."
At the sight of Kimiko's miserable expression, the words Well, tough shit, you flat-chested little kid floated through Brenda's head. But she didn't say them. She wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the compliment to her own breasts, which she was quite proud of herself. Or maybe... maybe it was the way Kimiko was so nice to her. People weren't often nice to Brenda. It felt strange. It felt good. Instead of insulting the girl as she normally would have done, she found herself kneeling down beside Kimiko and saying, "Well... actually, I'm probably a year older than you. I... I had to repeat third grade.
"Oh," said Kimiko, looking a little happier, a little less jealous now of her classmate's superior tits. "Oh, okay. I'm... I'm sorry to hear that."
Again Brenda was momentarily bewildered by Kimiko's show of sympathy. "It, it's no big deal," she said, shaking her head. "Are... are you done washing me?"
"N-no..." said Kimiko. "There, there's one more place I need to wash you..." And with that, Kimiko reached a sudsy hand between Brenda's legs.
"H-hey! What're you doing? That's, that's, that's my pussy you're reaching for!" Brenda exclaimed, leaning back.
Kimiko's hand froze in mid-grope, then pulled back. "S-sorry! Sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..." she said, and then she blinked. "But Bridget washed me there, when I came back from Mr. Johnson's detention all messy. It... it must be okay, right? She's a senior, she wouldn't do something like that if it wasn't okay..."
"Really? Your roommate did that to you?" Brenda asked. "Well... I guess it's okay..." She relaxed, and leaned forward on the balls of her feet, presenting herself to be washed. "But be gentle..."
"Y-you sure?" Kimiko swallowed. "Okay, then..." And Kimiko reached down again, her slippery fingers brushing against Brenda's sex, as the younger girl tried her best to remember exactly how Bridget had done it. Her touch was inexpert, uncertain - but Brenda's puffy lips were very sensitive after having pissy panties clinging to them all day, and the first touch made Brenda gasp. "Aaah! Gentler... gentler..."
"O-okay," Kimiko said, and eased back even more, barely brushing the reddened folds. Slowly the soap and water began to rinse away the stinging dried pee under Kimiko's ever-so-gentle caresses.
"Oh, god, that's so much better..." breathed Brenda. "I had no idea how itchy I was down there..."
"Mmmn..." murmured Kimiko, soaping up her hand again. "I'm glad..." she whispered. Her fingers hesitated for a moment, then she remembered Bridget's ministrations, and gently caressed the top of Brenda's slit, just under her dark pubic hair.
"Aaaahn..." moaned Bridget, swaying backward and breathing harder, making her breasts rise and fall. "Oh wow... that's... that's... do that again..."
Kimiko brightened up a bit. "Okay," she said, and caressed her again, a little more firmly this time, a soapy fingertip slipping between Brenda's folds and running along her sensitive clit.
"Nnnnghn..." Brenda's toes curled, and her legs spread apart. "It... it feels like when I play with myself..." she murmured hoarsely.
"Y-you play with yourself?" Kimiko asked uncertainly. "My mom always said that was dirty..." Kimiko's young, slender digits continued to brush along Brenda's pussy, still very gently.
Brenda chuckled wryly. "Don't be silly, Kimmy. There's nothing wrong with it, you know. I'd teach you, but... mmmn... it feels like this roommate of yours already did..."
Kimiko blushed. "Oh..." she said, embarrased, drawing her hand back as she realized that she was actually masturbating another girl.
"N-no, no, don't stop, Kimmy, don't stop..." Brenda said anxiously. "Please... it's just starting to feel good..."
"Well... if you don't mind..." said Kimiko hesitantly, and began to stroke Brenda's crotch again, trying to remember how Bridget had done it. Yes... rub up and down along there... now put a finger in... what was the other thing? Oh yes... Kimiko scooted a little closer, her own little breasts pressing against Brenda's side, as she reached over the other girl's shoulder and began to caress Brenda's chest.
"Oh, woooow..." moaned Brenda, her eyes rolling up in her head. "Woow... you learn fast, Kimmy... that's so nice..." And because Brenda was used to having her own hands busy when her pussy was being played with, one free hand began to feel around behind her, groping fitfully between Kimiko's legs until she found the younger girl's own slit.
"B-brenda, I... mmmn..." gasped Kimiko, her blush redoubling, but she could hardly object, could she? Not while she had her own hand between Brenda's legs... but the pleasure distracted Kimiko, and her fingers began to fumble along Brenda's sex, as if they'd forgotten where the clit was.
"N-no, Kimmy... up at the top... that's it... yeah..." Brenda coached, even as she began to finger-fuck her former teasing victim, groaning in pleasure as Kimiko's inexpert fingers picked up the technique again.
"Nnnh..." Kimiko moaned, slowly rubbing her chest against Brenda's side as the desire overtook her, and she began to fondle Brenda's larger bosom more fervently, barely remembering through the haze of lust that she was supposed to caress the nipple with two fingers.
"Oh, god, Kimmy, yer an expert..." moaned Brenda, thrusting her hips against Kimiko's hand even as Kimiko had begun to press a second finger in. Kimiko wasn't prepared for this, but the motion pressed Brenda's swelling clit between the other girl's fingers, making the redhead squirm and writhe in pleasure.
"Buh, buh, Brenda..." blubbered Kimiko incoherently, quickly going wild with desire - her classmate's fingers actually knew their way around a girl's pussy better than Kimiko's did, and Kimiko forgot all the technique she'd learned from Bridget's tender molestation, and she leaned her slender body into Brenda's side, humping and grinding, her fingers now blindly fumbling around Brenda's sensitive places.
But Brenda was so close anyway, even Kimiko's now-clumsy groping felt delicious, and it wasn't a few seconds more before both girls were crying out in pleasure, squirming and writhing, both their slits flooding with sticky hot cream, before the two girls collapsed into a tangled heap of bodies, leaning against each other and panting as the shower water washed over them both.
"Oh, wow... I've... I've never done that with another girl before..." murmured Brenda, as Kimiko's head flopped against her shoulder.
"Yeah... wow..." murmured Kimiko. Then she blinked. "Um... does this mean, I mean, uh, when we... like just now..." she stuttered, bewildered and nervous even through the afterglow of her orgasm.
"Sssh... it's okay, Kimmy... there's nothing wrong with it..." said Brenda. And impulsively, she leaned down and kissed Kimiko full on the lips.
"Mmmh?" exclaimed Kimiko, as she found her lips enveloped all of a sudden. M-my first kiss? With a girl? wondered Kimiko. But it felt... right , somehow. Maybe it was just the orgasm talking, but... nothing that felt as good as this could be wrong, could it?
Eventually, Brenda broke off the kiss, blushing hotly herself. "Y-you won't tell anyone, will you?" said Brenda. "I mean, not that there's anything wrong with it, but... what was that?" she added suddenly, turning her head toward the shower curtain.
Kimiko blinked, still blushing, and looked at the curtain herself. Eventually she said, "I didn't see anything..."
"Me either," admitted Brenda. "I just thought I saw something move... oh, never mind," she said, turning toward Kimiko again. "At least I'm all clean now, right, Kimmy?" she went on, smiling. And then her face turned grey with horror and she started to tear up again. "Oh god... tomorrow..."
Kimiko sat up and hugged Brenda tight. "I know... I know... but I'll be there for you, right? I know, I know I can't help you during the day, but as soon as school's out, I'll help you clean up again, okay?"
Brenda clung to Kimiko, trembling in dread of spending another whole school day wetting and soiling herself. But eventually she relaxed, burying her face in Kimiko's shoulder. "Well... okay... but only if you clean me up the same way you did today, okay?"
Kimiko looked down at Brenda, pop-eyed... and then both of them collapsed in girlish giggles, clinging to each other like the lovers they'd somehow become, as the cleansing hot water poured over both of them.
Bridget sneaked quietly back out of the bathroom, giggling to herself, her footsteps obscured by the noise of the shower. So my adorable little roomie's already seduced someone, she thought. And this Brenda girl's a cutie, too. I'm almost jealous. Bridget grinned to herself as she heard the giggling erupt behind her. Maybe next time I can surprise them both, teach them a little more... But first, I'd better go look up who Brenda's roommate is. I don't want to go poaching on her turf... Bridget walked back to the dorm room, already plotting how she was going to further introduce her pretty young roommate into the wonders of sex... just like Bridget's roommate had done for her three years before. |
Linda awoke to find herself Cuddling up to Alison. Linda was resting her face on Alison's bare chest. She was sucking her left thumb, and had her right arm wrapped around Alison's tummy. Alison was fast asleep, cradling Linda with her right arm. Alison's left hand was gently resting on Linda's Neck where she had been stroking her the night before.
"When did Alison's top come off" Linda though to herself. She looked around and saw Alisons V-neck lying at the other end of the bed.
"She must've gotten hot" she thought to herself, snuggling up close to Alison. Alison had been so nice to Linda. It made her feel safe and secure. She closed her eyes and dozed off again.
Linda awoke again two hours later.
"Linda, Linda..." Alison's soft voice called out.
"You've got Lectures today, you'd better get up"
Linda opened her eyes and looked around. Alison was standing above her wearing a tight white tank top and a very short jeans skirt. Linda could see up her skirt. Alison was wearing a blue thong.
"It's quarter to ten, you've got a lesson to go to" Alison softly spoke.
Linda sat up and Yawned.
"Oh no, I'm late. I need to get dressed." she said
"I've already got you a set of cloths from your draw." Alison picked up a yellow denim dress from her chair, along with a white bra and a pair of pull-ups.
"I got them from your draw for you. I thought this dress would look beautiful, especially since its nice and sunny today." Alison said. Linda looked at the pull ups. She was embarrassed.
"I normally only wear these at night" she said. Alison came and sat down next to Linda, putting her hand on Lindas left knee and massaging the inside of her lower thigh gently.
"I know, but today you've got 4 hours of lectures back to back. I think you should wear them just in case" Alison explained.
"I'm a grown up now" Linda protested. "I don't have daytime accidents"
"I just don't want you to get upset. You're a very sensitive Girl, and I want to protect you." Alison softly spoke to Linda. Linda considered for a minute. Four hours was a long time and she was way to shy to leave in the iddle of a class to use the toilet.
"I think your right" Linda said, taking the cloths from Alison. Linda took off her panties and slid on her pull ups. She took off her bra from last night and put the fresh one on. She then slid on her yellow dress and motioned for Alison to do up her zip.
"I've got no lectures so I'll just wash your dirty cloths for you." Alison suggested as she helped Linda get dressed.
"I'd like that" Linda replied. Alison made her feel so good, so happy. Linda wished that Alison could go with her to uni, but they were doing different course so she knew it couldn't happen. Linda left the flat and headed for her first lecture.
Linda was sitting in the lecture theatre. It was a 2 hour lecture, and a talk was being delivered by a visiting lecturer. Linda had bought a 1.5 litre bottle of water. She liked to have something to drink in lectures. One and a half hours in and Linda had drank 0.5l and had quite a strong urge to pee. However, it wasn't an emergency and Linda felt that she could probably last through the next 2 hour lecture as well. She sipped from her drink and continued to take notes.
As the lecture went on Linda became ore urgent. However, the training pants were putting a nice bit of pressure on her, helping her control her need. The pull-ups were for girls aged 5-7, but Linda was a tiny size zero, and only 5"2' tall. The pull ups fit her tightly but comfortably. She found she could further alleviate her need to pee by sliding forward on her chair slightly. This pulled the training pants up higher and tighter, putting pressure on her pee hole. She crossed her legs tightly and wiggled forward a bit, managing to find a good position in which she could completely forget her need to pee.
The lecture came to an end so Linda packed up and headed for her next Lecture. As soon as she uncrossed her legs her urgent need for the toilet hit her. She was wearing her pull ups though, so she wasn't too worried. She didn't show her desperation and just calmly walked towards her next lecture. When she got there she would use the toilet quickly.
When she got to the next room she headed towards the toilets. However, she noticed that everyone was already going in to the lecture. She was frightened of going in late so she decided to go straight to the lecture. Linda found a seat near the back away from everyone else. She got out her pen and notebook, then crossed her legs, and slid forward to get a nice bit of pressure to help her out.
Ten minutes in and Linda started to feel her need through her tightly crossed legs. She rocked back and forward, putting pressure on and off her pee hole rhythmically. She had started finding it hard to pay attention to the lecture. She slid off her right shoe and slid her foot under her so she was sitting on her heel. Linda positioned herself s she had maximum pressure on her groin and regained some composure. She relaxed a bit and kept on taking notes.
An hour into the lecture Linda was getting desperate. She still wasn't worried because she was wearing her protective pants. She just leaned back and forward in a slow periodic motion, pushing heavily on her pee hole. Linda didn't think she could hold it much longer. She reached her hand down to her groin subtly and gave herself a tight squeeze. She pumped with her hand vigorously for a few moments and managed to get her control back. Her pussy began pulsing muscle contractions and she got a lovely feeling which made her flustered. Her need to pee had alleviated somewhat and her pants had gotten a bit damp around the groin. She wasn't sure what had just happened. Had she had a mini orgasm or had she leaked a bit and been overwhelmed by the relief?
The lecture was coming too an end. Linda was desperate. The teacher wrapped up and dismissed the students so Linda packed up her things and stood up. A big spurt came out so she stood still and squeezed her thighs together for a bit. when she got back some control she rushed for the door and began hurrying home. She knew she couldn't last much longer.
Linda Arrived at her flat and searched for her key while pee pee dancing from one foot to the next. She found it and struggled with her lock for a minute, then rushed into the stairwell. Luckily for her the Lift was already on the ground floor. She got in and pushed 5. In the lift Linda squirmed around trying to hold it. She was accidentally letting out little leaks every few seconds.
When the lift reached her floor Linda dashed for the door. She had her key in her right hand, and her left hand was dug into her pee hole. She ran to the toilet and tried the door knob.
LOCKED
"Who is it" Alison's voice asked softly.
"It's me" Linda replied with a whimper.
True to her earlier promise Alison opened the door right away. Linda stared for a moment at Alison's naked body. She was dripping wet, having just stood out of the bath to let Linda in, and her skin was shining with the film of water and shower gel on her. Linda stared at Alison's tiny glistening breasts. She had equally tiny nipples which were standing erect. Linda then looked downwards at Alison's vagina. The shine of her skin highlighted every contour, and Linda gazed at Alison's thin soft pubic hair.
Linda's floodgates opened and she snapped out of her daydream. She rushed in and Alison closed and locked the door behind her. Linda's peeing was causing a loud hissing and she jumped onto the toilet, only lowering her pull ups once she had sat down. The relief overcame Linda, and she closed her eyes and leaned forward sighing.
"Well done" Alison congratulated her, "You held it for 4 hours. You are a grown up, you don't wet during the day"
Linda smiled and gazed over at Alison. "You want to watch a film?"
Alison stood over Linda in silence. She stared absent mindedly down Linda's dress at her right nipple which had become exposed when Linda leaned forward. Linda sat up a bit, once again hiding her nipple, and Alison looked further down between Linda's legs. Linda's pubic hair had recently been waxed she was perfectly smooth. Alison couldn't take her eyes off of it.
Linda looked down at her training pants to see the damage. The crotch was very wet.
"What do I do with these? Do I keep wearing them or change now?" Linda asked
Alison looked in Linda's pull ups to see how wet they were.
"I've made your bed and put your washed pants on your pillow. Leave the pull ups here and I'll dispose of them when I'm done in the bath" Alison climbed back in the bath and Linda took her pants off.
"Thank you Alison" Linda said in a sweet voice. Alison was silent, staring between Linda's legs again. This time Linda noticed and quickly closed her legs and covered her womanhood with her hands. She blushed bright red.
Alison snapped out of it and abruptly looked away, also blushing.
"Come and watch a film with me when your done" Linda said leaving the bathroom.
Linda was watching TV and sucking her thumb when Alison came through her door wrapped in a towel.
"Can I lock the door please, I don't have my cloths with me" Alison asked.
Linda nodded, still sucking her thumb.
Alison approached Linda and picked her up, then set her down on her lap, cradling her. Linda curled up in Alison's arms sucking her thumb. The two of them began watching the nights film. Alison rocked Linda back and forward gently and Linda fell into a deep sleep.
Linda awoke several hours later. Alison had fallen asleep and her towel had all but fallen off her. Linda took the towel and hung them on her rail. She then took off her dress and bra, and put on the blue t-shirt she used as night cloths. Linda covered Alison with the Duvet to keep her warm and climbed in with her. Still sleeping, Alison rolled over and wrapped her arms around Linda, pulling her closer and tightly hugging her. Linda put her thumb in her mouth and drifted to sleep.
Linda awoke yet again a couple of hours later. It was getting Light out and Linda was having an accident. Her face turned red and tears formed in her eyes. She curled up and sobbed silently. Linda was really upset. Linda had only been at university for a little over a week and she had wet the bed three times.
"Mummy" Linda pleaded silently. She wanted Mummy more than anyone else in the world at that moment.
Meanwhile, Alison had awoken due to the wetness in the bed. She had heard Linda's hopeless pleading fur her Mummy to look after her. Alison started stroking the back of Linda's neck the way she liked it. She leaned in close to Linda's ear and whispered lovingly "There, there. I'll look after you"
Linda felt a bit better now and cuddled up to Alison, sucking her thumb.
"Alison?" Linda asked, "Why are you so nice to me?"
"Your such a sweet girl" Alison replied, "I cant bare to see you upset"
Linda smiled, still sucking her thumb. Alison sat up and pulled down Linda's pants for her. She threw the dirty underwear in Linda's laundry hamper, then picked up a pair of pull ups from the draw. She helped Linda into these, then led her by the hand to her room. Alison was still naked, so she rushed them across the hallway, then jumped under her Duvet seeking the cozy warmth. She pulled Linda into the bed and cuddled her.
Linda was lying, face down, and half on top of Alison's naked body. Alison had Linda's head held affectionately against her bosom, all the while stroking the back of Linda's neck the way Linda liked it. Linda was still crying, but the stroking was calming her down. She put her thumb into her mouth and fell back into a deep sleep, feeling safe in the knowledge that Alison would look after her and keep her safe. |
This is based on an RP me and RiniRuleForever are doing right now, and so I shall update it as we go along. I'm using their English names, and I'll also add a couple warnings and you'll see why soon. ^^
This part only has 1 wetting and some desperation, and some bedwetting too, but I'll only tell you that much. Also, some pictures so you can picture Rini and the inner Scouts, I'll add more of Serena and the Outer Scouts as the story mostly focuses on them. ^^
Part 1-Flirty, Sneaky Serena
May 4th, 2011
One May morning, a young girl was desperately getting ready for the day, and desperately was putting it lightly. She was jogging in place, using one of her hands to bang on the bathroom door and the other was jammed tightly into her crotch. Her blonde pigtails flew around wildly as she danced. "Come on Sammy, let me into the bathroom!" she cried.
Her brother happily replied: "No way! If you really can't hold it, then go out in the garden! The plants need watering!" He laughed and Serena kicked the door harshly.
"SAMMY! Let me in!"
"You're 16, you can hold it like a big girl."
"No, I really can't! I've been waiting all morning and then you decided to take your bath now. And now I'm on the verge of wetting myself! SAMMY!" She pounded on the door louder.
"You can knock all you want, I'm still not letting you in!" Serena kicked the door one last time sharply and ran outside.
"Selfish jerk, not letting his innocent and sweet older sister use the bathroom! So what if I'm 16? Whether I'm 6 or 16, I can still have accidents, and I'm about to have one right now!" She tried not to cry as she sat on the porch steps of her house and saw Amara walking towards her.
"Hey Amara!" Serena waved, forgetting about her need. Serena ran up to her and smiled, forgetting that she was about to wet herself. "Why are you coming over here? Did you want to see me?" Serena put her lip out so Amara could see she glossed it with Rockstar Silver gloss that morning and how heavy and cute her eyes looked with thick eyelashes.
"Actually, I just felt like stopping by and seeing how you were."
"Oh, really? Did you notice anything different about me?"
"I noticed how sparkly your lips look."
"I glossed them."
Serena almost fell over when a sharp spasm shook her body. She got down to her knees. "Serena, are you okay?" Amara helped her up and Serena wobbled slightly.
"Yeah, I'm f-fine. It-it's just really hot out, that's all." She sat back on the porch steps and fell off when she felt another spasm, this time releasing a spurt into her underwear.
"AAAH!" she screamed when she fell onto her knees. The shock caused her bladder to spasm, causing a small stream to pour into her panties and make a small dark spot in her robin egg's blue skirt. She pressed her hands into her crotch and tried not to cry.
"Are you okay Serena? Are you sick?" Amara asked in a concerned tone. Serena shook her head and felt another spasm break the flood gates and a puddle spread out under her. She also let her tears flow too, making her a soaked mess.
"Awww, has the little baby peed her pants?" Amara teased. Serena started wailing, which she thought was embarrassing for a 16 year old to do. Soak herself in front of an 18 year old and then throw a tantrum about it!
"It's okay, you can come over to my house and you can clean up there so nobody will know you did." Amara told her. Serena smiled and got up, her skirt even more soaked from sitting in her urine.
"So, did you bring any more clothes?" Amara asked Serena when they were at her house. Serena shook her head no.
"Then I guess you'll have to borrow some of mine. They might not be your style, but they are better then nothing, right?"
"It's okay, sometimes I crossdress too." Serena smiled.
"Alright, I'll go get them. The bathroom is 2 doors to your right." Amara smiles and then runs off into her room.
Serena opened the door to the bathroom and sucked in her breath. On her right was a porcelain sink with pretty soaps shaped like shells in a marble basin, along with some other things you'd expect to find in a bathroom. On her left was a clawed footed bathtub with a soft pink curtain drawn around it. Serena saw the glittering toilet and wondered what it was like to use something that fancy. "I should probably get undressed. I wonder what's taking Amara so long anyway?" Serena took her magenta sweater off and eyed the black buttons and the white eyelet lace.
Someone pulled the curtain back and screamed. "AAAH, Serena, I didn't know you were in here! I'm taking my bath!" Hotaru cried. Her short black hair was still slightly soapy on one side and sticking up on the other. Serena blushed and couldn't believe she picked today to wear her Hello Kitty bra.
"Amara didn't tell me you were in here!" Serena protested.
"It was my fault, I forgot to lock the door!"
Hotaru couldn't stop staring at Serena's C-cups, so eventually Serena put her top back on. Hotaru giggled and pulled the curtain back. "I should go see what's keeping Amara." Serena said and tried walking out of the bathroom, but she slipped on some water and fell right onto Amara's feet.
"Serena, you shouldn't track water in here when Hotaru takes her bath! Here are your clothes. Oh, and I didn't give you any panties, so you will probably feel a bit strange." She giggled and Serena smiled.
"It's okay, I can just wear my wet ones! Nobody would know!"
"I thought that's what we were trying to fix by cleaning you up?"
"What took you so long, anyway?"
"You're 16. I didn't know you still needed somebody to help undress and dress you again."
"Well, at least I still don't-never mind."
"You can say it if you want."
"You're 18 and you still wet the bed."
At this, Amara blushed, and then she got a little bit angry. "What makes you think that? There is no possible way I still could!"
Serena placed the clothes into Amara's hands and ran off into the living room. "Just because you're an adult doesn't mean you are free from wetting the bed! So, am I right?" She sat on the couch, trying to look cute and innocent.
"Yes I do. It's not very often though and I don't know how to stop it. And sometime I do it when Michelle is with me, and that makes it even more embarrassing."
"What do you tell her?"
"Nothing, since I always clean it up before she wakes up since I get up 30 minutes earlier then she does."
"Do you know what's causing it?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, and we don't need to get into that right now. How about I buy you a shake at Andrew's Restaurant?" She grabbed Serena's arm and tugged her along. "And don't worry about Hotaru, Trista will deal with her after her bath."
"Oh, okay. I bet the other girls are already there!"
Serena took her usual spot in the booth after arriving to see the girls whispering with each other, not bothering to look her way. "Hey guys, what are you talking about?" she asked.
"Times we've wet ourselves." Raye answered. She had raven black hair to her waist and dark purple eyes.
"Why would you want to talk about that?" Amara asked.
Mina, a girl with golden blonde hair to her waist and a red crooked bow in it, chimed in. "One time in 3rd grade, I drank a lot of lemonade on a class picnic, and when we started hiking, I got really desperate and tried to ask my teacher if I could go use the bathroom, but she told me to wait, and I even watched a group of boys make bets about how long I could hold it! Eventually I tried to go in an empty cup behind a tree, but I got caught by an immature boy and I got scared, so I totally peed myself in front of him!" She blushed and looked away.
Rini waved at Serena. "Hey, Serena! Remember the time I wet your bed as a 5 year old, and you got mad and kicked me out of your room?"
Serena groaned at remembering it. "Yes, how could I forget? Sammy laughed at me because he thought I did it, and I was 14! Way too old to wet the bed then. I actually had to hang it up to dry where my whole family could see it!" she snapped. Rini giggled.
"That's so funny that Sammy thought you did it! You are such a clumsy and ditzy girl, I wouldn't be surprised if you still do! I haven't wet myself after that moment though."
Serena started to rise a little in her seat. "Well, I bet Raye has never wet herself, even as a little girl. Right Raye? Am I right?" She grinned at Raye.
"I agree with you Serena since Raye is the most mature out of all you 6." Amara said. Raye blushed and looked down at her feet.
"When I was in 6th grade, I was rehearsing for the talent show in front of the whole school, and I was drop dead nervous. I started singing The Power Of Love, and my voice and legs started shaking. I felt something warm dribble in my panties and onto the floor, and when I looked down, I realized I wet myself! I was so embarrassed and ashamed I ran backstage to cry." She slumped back into her seat and checked her watch.
Rini gasped. "Awwww, that's so embarrassing Raye! I never would've guess you, of all people, would do something like that." She turned to look at Lita. "What about you?" Lita was a masculine girl with long brown locks tucked into a ponytail and burning green eyes.
"Well, this is really embarrassing, but I only stopped wetting the bed a few months ago." She blushed and rested her head in her hand. Rini patted Lita's arm.
"It's okay, we all wet the bed at some point or another and then we grow out of it." she comforted. Lita smiled.
"Thanks, I thought you'd all laugh at the thought of a 16 year old wetting the bed." She sighed and leaned back in her chair.
"Hey, Serena, how about I get you that shake I promised you?" Amara asked. Serena looked at the girls and shook her head. "I'd rather stay here and listen to them some more." she replied. Amara walked towards the counter.
Rini stared at Amy, who was reading a book, her dark blue eyes barely moving. "What about you Amy? Have you ever wet yourself?" Amy glanced up from her book. She had short blue hair and was so smart, she was rumored to have an I.Q. of 300.
"Oh, yes I have." Amy said in a voice barely above a whisper. "One time, I drank a lot of Pepsi so I could stay awake for a late night study session, and soon I needed to use the bathroom really badly, but I ignored it and focused on my work. After finishing my math work, I realized if I didn't go now, I'd be wet all over, so I tried to get up to move, and I could hardly stand up. I ended up soaking my skirt right outside the bathroom door." She returned her gaze to the book again.
Rini gasped. "Awww, that's so bad Amy! Don't worry about it because it happens to everyone! We'll still be your friends, no matter what! Right girls?" The others shook their heads slowly in agreement.
Rini smirked and turned to Serena, and she knew what was coming next. Raye knew too, and chimed in.
"What about you, Serena? You are so clumsy and forgetful, you probably have accidents wherever you go! I wouldn't be surprised if you were peeing yourself right now!" she laughed. Rini snickered.
"I agree Raye, I bet she's having one right now!" She and Raye both laughed. Serena rose up in her seat and placed her hands on the table.
"Stop being so mean to me! I'm not the only one here who wets themselves on a daily basis, which I don't. I know that Amara wets the bed almost every night!" Serena gasped and covered her mouth, and the others gasped. Amara showed up then with Serena's shake.
"Here Serena, this is for being so nice to me today. So what's everyone talking about?" she asked. Nobody dared to say a word and just looked uncomfortable at each other, and then Serena finally broke the silence.
"I said something I shouldn't have said." she said.
"Oh, something about Darin again?"
Raye chimed into the converstation. "She told us you wet the bed every night!"
Amara's eyes grew wide, and then she looked away. "Um, I have to get going because it's getting late!" She then ran outside the front door as fast as she could.
Mina moved closer to Serena. "Serena, you told us a lie out of anger, didn't you?"
Lita nodded. "Yeah, what's going on here?" Rini chimed in.
"What was that all about? Can you tell us?" Serena looked away from their concerned faces.
"Actually, I wasn't lying. Today, she told me that she wets the bed sometimes, but she always cleans it up before Michelle wakes up. She's embarrassed about it, and made me swear not to tell anyone, and I just told the 5 of you!"
Rini gasped and then smiled a bit. "She should have known better then to tell you since you can't keep a secret! But you're right, it's your fault that you told everyone else here."
Serena ran off into the night, crying. "Now she'll hate me again!" She didn't hear Rini running after her.
"Serena, it's too late and besides, we don't even know where Amara went. Let it go for tonight." Serena smiled and picked the child up.
They tell the other girls goodbye and enter their house. And after a while, Rini is asleep, but Serena kept tossing and turning, thinking about what Amara would say to her. Eventually, Serena couldn't take it anymore and knew she had to apologize if she was going to do anything else. She wrote a note to Rini and Lune explaining where she was, put on her shoes and ran outside to the Outer Scouts' mansion.
She crawled over to Amara's and Michelle's bedroom window and knocked on it. "She won't answer the door if she knows it's me, so I have to do this the old-fashioned way." Michelle heard someone knocking on the window and opened it, almost knocking Serena down with it.
"Who's out here? I demand to know!" she called out. Serena tripped on something and rustled the bushes, causing Michelle to lean out the window. "Oh, Serena! What are you doing here?" She helped her up and Serena dusted herself off. "What are you doing here?" Michelle repeated again.
"I need to apologize to Amara. is she home?"
"No, I'm sorry. She said she had some errands to run."
"Okay. Well, I told everyone that she wets the bed, and now she's mad at me because she made me swear to keep it a secrete."
"Serena, you're just being silly! Amara doesn't wet the bed! If she did, she'd tell me something that important!"
"But she does! She cleans it up before you wake up, and she's embarrassed to tell you!"
"Serena, now you are acting crazy. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
She pushed Serena out the front door and locked the gate. "But it's true!"
"Stop making up stuff Serena!" Michelle snapped at her and then walked back inside the house.
Rini ran up to Serena, panting heavily. "Hey, I, saw, the, note, you, wrote to me, and Luna. So I came over here as fast as I could!"
"I'm trying to find Amara so i can say I'm sorry to her, but I don't know where she goes when she's upset! Any ideas?"
Rini smiled. "Well, don't worry Serena, we can find her! Ummm, what about the coffee shop that's still open downtown? I have a feeling she's there."
Serena nodded and lead Rini along. "Let's go then!" she said.
They arrived in to the store to find Amara sitting in the back, looking very depressed.
Rini pushed Serena towards Amara. "I'll let you two talk, alright?" She smiled.
Serena fiddled with her hair for a minute before speaking. "Amara, I'm so sorry I told the girls that you wet the bed. They were mocking me and I said it out of anger, and I am truly sorry. If it helps, Michelle didn't believe me when I told her." Serena giggled.
Amara sighed and took a while to look up at the girl. "I'm not mad that you told them, I'm mad that you made a promise and then you broke it! I mean, you told me you wouldn't tell anyone, so I trusted you and then you tell everyone! However, Michelle not believing you makes me feel a little better."
"I'm so sorry I let you down, and now I know you'll probably never talk to me again, but I just wanted to say sorry anyway." Serena turned around to leave.
"What happened Serena?" Rini asked.
"I don't think she'll ever talk to me again."
"She's still mad at me for letting her down. Why, oh why did you have to mock me? All of this never would've happened if you just kept your big fat mouth shut!"
Rini gasped. "Whoa, you didn't just go there. And how is this even my fault Serena? You were the one who opened your mouth, so it's your fault!" She stormed upstairs into her room, tossing her shoes at Serena. Serena slapped her forehead.
"Great, I've managed to make an enemy of every Sailor Senshi, expect me!"
The next morning at 8 AM, both Serena and Rini woke up and walked downstairs. Rini smiled as if nothing happened last night.
"Hey Serena! You can use the bathroom first if you like!" She smiled.
Serena shook her head. "No thanks, I want to see if Amara's awake yet."
"Fine, then you can go there with stinky breath and needing to pee!" She laughed and started making her breakfast. Serena stamped her foot.
"I was going to brush my teeth first!"
She showered and brushed her teeth, and then got dressed. She put on a yellow long sleeved shirt and orange overalls with white sneakers and lacy socks. She then brushed her hair and put it up again. "Bye Rini, I'm going now!" she called and waved. Rini smiled.
"I'll be waiting!"
Amara woke up on the couch after getting in late that night. "What a rough night that was, and now my head hurts." She heard someone knocking on the door. "Oh, I wonder who that could be?" she asked herself.
"Oh, it's you Serena. What do you want?"
"I was just dropping by to see how you were doing! And also, um," She shifted from foot to foot slightly when she talked.
"What's wrong Serena? You can tell me."
"Umm, it's kinda embarrassing though." Serena then crossed her legs, realizing how stupid she was to forget her need before leaving. Amara noticed the leg crossing.
"Oh, you need to use the bathroom, don't you Serena?" Serena then blushed.
"What, oh no. Of course not!" Why would you ask that?"
"Well, I just noticed you were crossing your legs a little bit, but if you don't need to, then I would like to talk with you a bit. Please sit on the couch."
Serena sat down and felt cold and wet the second she did. "Ewww, this side it wet! Did you spill soda on it or something?" she asked. Amara blushed a little.
"Oh, yeah, it was soda! I'll sit there if it bothers you then." Serena shook her head.
"No, it's fine. Now, what were you going to say?" She moved around a little bit.
"I was going to say I'm extremely sorry for yelling at you last night at the restaurant. I was mad at myself for how I handled the situation."
"It's okay, I'd understand why you'd be embarrassed over that." She then crossed her legs and bent forward slightly.
"Thanks for understanding my embarrassment. Are you alright Serena?" she asked. "If you don't mind, I'd like to tell you why I wet the bed."
Serena sat up a little bit. "Of crouse I'm fine! Tell me why you wet the bed." She hoped she didn't sound too eager.
"Well, every time I dream about me and Michelle, which only happens every once in a while, I get excited over whatever we are doing in the dream and when I wake up, I find myself wet all over my underwear. I don't know why it only happens in those types of dreams."
"But I thought that only happened to boys!" Serena gasped and covered her mouth, but Amara just giggled.
"Well, you know I'm more boyish then other girls Serena."
"True, but still." Serena couldn't meet Amara's eyes.
"I'm sorry if it's wrong for me to do this, but it's only once every 2 months and it's something I can't control. Do you know how I can?"
Serena shook her head no and then remembered what she was sitting on. "So, this wet spot on the couch, it's not soda, is it?"
"Well, no. I peed on the couch last night and now you're sitting in it."
"EWWW! I'm sorry, but it is kinda gross what I'm sitting in."
"It's my fault, I should've told you something before you sat there."
"No, you were embarrassed about it, and like I said, I understand that. And I should've told you before I came in, I really have to use the bathroom now!" She got up and started dancing around desperatly.
"Of crouse I was embrassed about it, but oh, if you need to go that bad, then go Serena!" She smiled.
Serena ran to the downstairs bathroom and knocked on the door. "Hello, who's in here?" she called. She heard a cheery little girl voice.
"It's Hotaru! I'm in here peeing, could you wait a few minutes?"
Serena knew sher couldn't wait a few minutes, so she ran up to the one upstairs and found that one locked as well. "Hello, who's in this one?" she asked while clutching her crotch.
"Serena? Is that you? It's okay, I'm getting out now." Michelle opened the door and smiled, but Serena almost knocked her down trying to get in.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that!" she apolagised.
Michelle giggled. "It's okay Serena!"
Serena then used the bathroom, washed her hands, and then walked back downstairs.
"Amara, is it possible for me to have a sleepover here in July? I won't bother you guys, just a little something for me and Hotaru to do together!" She smiled.
"Oh, sure, no problem Serena! In fact, you can have it tonight if you want to!"
"Uh, no, I'd perfer to have it in July since I'll be busy this month. And next month too!"
"Well, okay then Serena. July it is then. I can't wait to have you over!" |
It was a Friday night. Linda was in her room watching TV. Alison had gone out to a party, but Linda decided to stay home. It was 11:30, and Linda was wearing dark blue PJ trousers and her loose blue T-shirt with no underwear underneath. Linda sipped her tea and kept watching TV. At 12:30 the programme she was watching ended, and she had finished her drink. Linda popped to the loo, then got in bed. She didn't have any pullups left so she was being extra careful. She had even asked Alison to wake her when she got back so she could wee again in the night. She curled up, put her thumb in her mouth, and drifted off.
At about 3 in the morning Linda awoke to a soft knocking on her door. It was Alison. Linda got up and opened her door. Alison was wearing dark blue, skin tight, jeans and a black tube top.
"Hello you.." Alison said, swaying from being drunk. She stumbled in the room, wrapping her arms around Linda in an embrace. She pulled Linda close, and thrust her hips out, pushing her groin against Linda's.
"Hi" Linda timidly replied.
Alison spun the two of the round, leaned herself against Linda's desk, and pulled Linda closer while opening her own legs. Alison moved her hands down Linda's back and grabbed her bum.
"You'r not wearing any pants" Alison giggled, pulling Linda's left thigh between her legs.
Alison held Linda tight for a moment.
"Good night then?" Linda asked.
"Yes" Alison snapped out of her daydream.
"Do you need a wee" Alison asked, remembering her reason for waking Linda in the first place.
Linda considered for a moment. She did have a slight tingle in her bladder.
"Yea, good idea" Linda replied, catching Alison throwing a glance down her top.
"You gonna let me go?" Linda asked with a giggle.
"Oh yea, sorry" Alison snapped out of her drunken state and let go of Linda.
"Wait here" Linda said, "You need a drink of water"
"Thanks" Alison replied, throwing another glance don Linda's top. Linda noticed this and left the room with an bemused smile.
Linda went into the toilet and sat herself down. She pulled her trousers to her ankles and lifted the t-shirt slightly. She pushed a little wee out, as much as she could, and wiped herself then headed to the kitchen. Linda picked up a pint glass from the cupboard and filled it from the tap. She then headed back to her room.
Alison was sitting on Linda's bed nursing one of her feet.
"OK?" Linda asked.
"Yea, my feet are just aching from dancing all night" She replied.
Linda handed Alison the glass of water and sat down next to her, taking hold of the foot she was nursing and giving it a massage.
Alison smiled, "Thank you", and sipped the water.
Ten minutes later Alison pulled away her first foot and put her other one in Linda's lap. Alison had rested her foot very high in Linda's lap, and the heel of her foot was pressing against Linda's groin. Linda massaged and noticed Alison getting sleepy. Alison finished off the water and lay down. She closed her eyes and started drifting to sleep. Linda lay down next to her and Alison rolled over to cuddle her, pushing her left leg between Linda's in the process. Alison squeezed her groin against Linda's thigh and rested her head on Linda's chest, using her breasts as a pillow. Linda wrapped her left arm around Alison and completed the loop by putting her thumb in her mouth. The two of them fell asleep cradled in each others arms.
Linda awoke a few hours later. Alison was unconsciously gyrating her hips, rubbing her pussy against Linda's thigh. In the process, Linda's clit was getting a good massaging from Alison's leg. Linda suddenly realised that she was bursting for a wee. Gently she pulled herself away from Alison and crept to the loo. She sat down and began to release, the warm relief spreading between her legs.
Linda soon realised that she was having her usual accident. The pee was trickling out from between her legs and soaking Alison's thigh. The pee soaked into Alison's jeans and trickled between Linda's legs, collecting under her bum. Linda desperately tried to stop the flow, but her legs where being kept apart by Alison's thigh. She squeezed herself with her hand, causing the urine to spill out over a wider area. The warm pee flooded past her fingers. Linda's eyes got all watery and she began to whimper gently. Alison had not yet awoken.
A few moments later Alison awoke to find Linda curled up next to her sobbing. Her thigh was still between Linda's leg, and realising what had happened, she gave Linda a tight cuddle.
"There, there" Alison comforted Linda.
"Lets go to my room" she continued.
Linda was too upset to respond. Instead she cuddled Alison tighter. Alison pulled herself away gently and held Linda by the hand. She led her quickly to her room.
Alison opened the door and led Linda into her room. She pulled down Linda's trousers and took off her top. Linda was still sobbing too much to do this herself. Alison took a wet wipe and cleaned Linda up a bit, then put her in bed.
Alison then stripped off her jeans to reveal her black lacy knickers. She checked these with her hands and found them to be wet on the side. She pulled them down and put them in the pile with her jeans and Linda's cloths. Alison then took off her tube top, which had also become wet, revealing her bare little breasts.
Linda looked through her misty eyes at Alison's naked body. Alison was still swaying, probably still drunk from the night before.
"I'm sorry" Linda sobbed.
Alison stumbled over to sit by Linda's side.
"It's ok. It was only an accident." Alison reassured her. Alison then lay down next to her and began stroking the back of her neck the way she liked. Linda rolled over to hide her tears. Alison continued to stroke Linda's neck, and wrapped one of her arms around Linda. She stroked Linda's tummy for a bit, slowly moving down towards Linda's Groin. Alison brought her hand to rest just above Linda's pubic hair, massaging the area gently with her fingers. Linda drifted into a deep sleep. |
Author's Note: As promised; here is my first actual omorashi fic (I say actual because there's actual holding and wetting), this one featuring Will from Pokemon (and Lucian too)!
As with all other fics, I must post the warnings, so please read this before reading the fic!
Warnings: This fic contains MALE desperation AND wetting, ALONG with yaoi! You have been warned.
If you like any or all of the above, please discard this warning and continue on!
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All was quiet as Will sat in Lucian’s study; the smaller sipping on what had to be his fifth soda, reading through one of his lover’s Shakespeare books as the latter sat on the opposite end of the sofa, reading his own book while looking to Will every now and again. Normally, Will wouldn’t drink so much in one sitting, knowing his bladder was rather small and unable to hold a lot of liquid; but when Lucian kept offering them to him, he couldn’t turn him down. As a result, Will kept on drinking, praying that his bladder could hold it all without him having to excuse himself to the bathroom. Despite his outgoing, flamboyant personality, Will tended to be a rather private person, especially when it came to his bodily needs.
What he didn’t consider, was the possibility of his lover knowing this little fact and using it to his advantage; which is exactly what Lucian did. As the smaller continued to consume all those sodas, Lucian watched him from the corner of his eye, waiting to see when the other would show signs of needing to go. Will also didn’t know that Lucian had a secret fetish for desperate males, especially those as cute as Will.
It wasn’t long until Lucian’s efforts were rewarded and Will started to feel uncomfortably full. Determined to not let it show, the smaller crossed his legs casually, bouncing his foot slightly but making it appear to be as if he were moving it in time to a song stuck in his head.
Lucian, however, knew better.
Scooting closer to the smaller, Lucian focused his gaze on Will, watching as the smaller looked to him in a blink.
What’s he trying to do now? Will thought to himself just as another urge hit, causing him to bounce his foot a bit more. Why did his bladder have to do this now, right when it seemed Lucian was coming onto him?
Lucian then scooted even closer, leaning into the smaller slightly as he rested a hand on Will’s leg, causing him to flush.
Just as I thought; he is coming onto me, Will thought, shifting a bit as the pressure in his lower abdomen started to become rather uncomfortable. Lucian, noticing Will’s movements, smirked lightly; pulling the smaller into his lap, causing his legs to be spread apart. This in turn caused the smaller to squirm slightly; mostly to try to relieve the urge while trying not to show his need to the other. When this didn’t work, Will tried to cross his legs, hoping to relieve the ever growing urge to pee only to realize that his current position made this idea impossible.
“You’re rather adorable, you know,” Lucian murmured, resting his hands on the others thin, feminine waist.
“You always say that,” Will replied with a murmur, somehow managing to press his upper thighs together and stopping any leaks as a painful spasm shook his body. He soon realized that, if he wanted to make it in time and not wet himself in Lucian’s lap, he would have to leave now. But before he could execute his plan of action, Lucian spoke again.
“So adorable...makes me just want to,” Lucian began, raising his hands to the others sides, “...tickle you.” Lucian fingers then itched the others sides, moving slowly at first before increasing the speed. This in turn earned jerking motions from Will as he tried to get away and still hold his pee as the other attacked his ticklish spots.
“L-Lucian!” Will said, his speech interrupted by small fits of laughter, “s-stop!” Will’s pleas, however, only fuelled Lucian’s attempts; the others fingers slowly making their way up towards the more sensitive areas as Will squirmed about in his lover’s lap, each bout of laughter weakening his control over his now bursting bladder. By this point, Will was shaking due to laughter and desperation; knowing that, if he didn’t get Lucian to stop soon, or if he didn’t quickly gain control over his bladder, he would end up wetting himself and the other.
Lucian, in the meantime, couldn’t resist seeing the other in such a state, and so continued to tickle his little lover while knowing full well the result of his actions.
“Lucian..! S-stop!” Will tried again, his words barely coming out as another loud fit of laughter escaped his lips, a few spurts of pee escaping his member as he doubled over in laughter. Knowing that he was on the verge of losing control, Will attempted to move his hands in between his legs as a last ditch attempt to stay dry. This soon failed when Lucian noticed and attacked Will’s underarms; keeping the smaller’s arms in the air and away from his legs.
“Hm? What was that, Will?~” Lucian asked, continuing to mercilessly tickle his lover as Will struggled to speak.
“S-stop! I-I have to,” Will started again before falling victim to laughter once more, now struggling to regain his breath as the control over his bladder continues to weaken with every passing second.
“You have to what?~” he asked, not once relenting to the others pleas after sensing that Will was close to letting go.
“G-go...I have to...” his words were soon interrupted by a particularly high pitched laugh, Lucian having just hit a particularly ticklish spot.
“Hm; let me think about it,” he said, continuing to tickle as Will’s urge to pee became too strong, the other feeling more of the liquid escaping into his pants as he tried to stop the leaks with his thighs.
“P-Please! I-I have to g-go! I can’t h-hold it!” he choked out, now laughing quite hard. Tears of laughter and desperation started to fill his eyes behind his mask as he felt the last of his control slip away; the spurts of pee soon turning into a full on stream. As the wetness continued to soak through his pants, Will adverted his gaze from Lucian’s, his face flushing in embarrassment.
“Will?” Lucian asked, noticing the other grow quiet as tears of shame formed behind Will’s mask.
‘I-I’m sorry...’ Will told him telepathically, his tone quivering in his upset state.
Lucian, however, simply smiled and pulled Will close. “You’re so cute,” he said, pulling the smaller close as Will looked to him, surprise evident on his face. Here he sat in his lover’s lap, having wet himself like a small child, and Lucian was acting so calm about it? It wasn’t until Lucian pushed him down onto the couch that Will understood the other’s actions.
“Even though you got me wet too, you’re still adorable,” he said again, crawling on top of the now heavily flushed smaller and slowly removing his pants.
“C-can’t I at least wash off?” Will asked softly, his embarrassment increasing further as the larger shook his head.
“No, because I want to clean you off~” Lucian replied, a slight purr in his tone as he made good on his word, intent on relieving himself and pleasing his little lover in the process. |
Okay before I start with this, I originally typed this up on my itouch so I apologize if you see it before I have a chance to edit it on my computer~
So I figured I should write something, and this is an idea that had been weighing on my mind for a really long time.
Warnings : Male Omorashi/BedWetting, Slash/Yaoi, Mild Sexy Time
Onward~?
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Joseph's eyes shot open as a sharp kick to the side jolted him from a deep sleep. He sat up and looked at the clock. 2:30 AM.
"Haa...haa..."
Joseph turned and watched as the hyperventilating blond tossed and turned uncomfortably occasionally mumbling, "Help" or "No."
"Oh my poor Lenny~," The Asian boy purred, "Such a fitful sleep, I only wonder what you are dreaming of that could make you so frightened~."
---[Lenny's Dream World]
From the shadows of an alleyway burst a small figure, followed by a much larger one. The smaller figure dashed out into the street, the lights casting an eerie glow over his body as he ran frenetically from his pursuer.
"Haa...haa..." His breaths came in short, shaky gasps, every inch of his body was screaming for him to stop and rest. He hung a hard right throwing himself through the doors of the strangely empty apartment building he and Joseph lived in. Ignoring the pain in his lungs, Lenny tore across the lobby frantically hitting the elevator button in a vain attempt at escape.
"Thought you could get away?" The lumbering figure appeared in the doorway just as the elevator doors opened. Lenny squeaked and practically flew into the elevator hitting the button to close the doors about a hundred times. The doors began to close as the man closed the gap between Lenny and himself, the blond whimpered and pressed the button to take him to the top floor. The man reached the elevator just as the doors closed. Lenny sighed in relief and collapsed against the wall, as he did he felt a sharp pang in his abdomen.
"Damn it..." He hissed watching the floor numbers as the elevator carried him up to the top floor. He sighed as the door opened. Cautiously stepping out of the elevator, he heard the pounding of heavy feet on the stairwell. He jumped back and nearly tripped on his own feet as he spun around and fled up the stairs to the roof.
---[Waking World]
Joseph watched with a sort of twisted intrigue as his lover squirmed about uncomfortably. He reached out and lightly touched the blond's face, his long fingernails dragged along the boy's jaw lightly.
"You're so beautiful..." He whispered smirking, "Whether your happy, sad, or even scared, you'll always be beautiful to me."
"Mmph! Ah!" Lenny's eyebrows furrowed in discomfort as the blond shifted his legs together, rubbing his thighs together lightly.
"Oh...are you having the problem I think you're having~?" Joseph cooed snickering lightly.
---[Lenny's Dream World]
Lenny stood at the edge of the roof staring down to the ground. No doubt the big oaf would get here soon, what was still in question was what would happen if Lenny were caught. He ran his fingers through his hair frantically as he tried to plan some course of action. His train of thought was completely lost as the big metal door crashed open revealing his hideous pursuer.
"You're cornered boy!" He bellowed and made his way toward the terrified blond. Lenny squeezed his eyes shut and ran forward ducking between the man's legs. The man let out a roar of frustration as the boy slipped through his fingers yet again.
"See ya!" Lenny called and ran down the stairs as fast as he could without falling. A sharp pang from his bladder caused him to stumble slightly, and reminded him of the true urgency of his need. He hissed as he felt the urge grow with every flight of stairs he descended and places and hand over his stomach reflexively.
---[Waking World]
Joseph watched his lover writhe on their bed with a sadistic smirk plastered onto his face.
"I do hope...that I get my show~," He sang softly, running a finger up the blond's inner thigh. The boy squirmed but leaned into the touch.
"Aaah..."
"It would be such a shame," Joseph sighed, "I'd hate to miss out on the epitome of all cuteness~."
---[Lenny's Dream World]
Lenny stumbled out into the alley behind the building. He was either going to wet himself or "have his ass claimed", or maybe both if he were that unlucky. He ducked behind some trash cans and collapsed on the ground panting. A sharp spasm in his bladder caused him to lean forward and force a hand in between his legs.
"I'll find you, you little twit!" The man growled angrily causing Lenny to jump slightly.
'Please don't find me...' Lenny though desperately, his pulse racing. He felt a spurt soak into his boxers and let out a squeak of surprise, gripping harder to regain control. The man walked around noisily looking high and low for his prey. Lenny felt another spurt trail down his member making a small wet spot on his pants. The man walked around blindly looking for the blond who began to sob quietly.
"I'VE GOT YOU NOW!" The man laughed as he found Lenny behind the trash cans and pushed him onto his back. The small boy shrieked loudly fear running though every inch of his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, a few tears rolling down his cheeks, as he felt the warmth of urine soaking into his pants.
"Lenny! Wake up!"
Lenny's eyes flew open and Joseph's face came into focus. He reached up and pulled the boy down in a tight embrace.
"I love you, I love you, I love you so much!" He whimpered, Joseph smiled softly.
"I love you too, princess~," Joseph whispered in the blond's ear and moved to a sitting position. Lenny shifted to sit up when he noticed a cold, wet feeling around his lower body. Near instantly a blush rose to his face.
"D-Did I...?" He asked, Joseph looked at him curiously,
"Did you what?" Joseph asked innocently causing Lenny's blush to darken.
"You know...Uhm...wet the bed?" He asked his voice getting softer with every word.
"Oh...yes, you did," Joseph said bluntly and nodded a few times.
"Uhm--Hey wha--Mmph?!" Lenny was cut off as Joseph pushed him back down and covered his mouth with his own. As the Asian pulled back Lenny opened his mouth to speak but Joseph beat him to it.
"And it was, without a doubt, one of the sexiest things I've ever seen in my life," He purred running his finger up the blond's thigh. The boy squeaked, blushing furiously.
"But you don't find it gross...or childish?" Lenny asked softly. Joseph just smirked.
"Gross? Not at all~," Joseph mumbled, "And if you were all mature, you wouldn't be my princess anymore~," he whispered bringing his hand up from the blond's thigh and licking his fingers. Lenny's eyes widened.
"...You liked--aaahh--it...didn't you?" Lenny asked as Joseph slipped his hand under his shirt and drew small patterns on his chest.
"Maybe I did," Joseph snickered kissing the boy deeply and wrestling the boy's tongue into submission. He pulled back slightly, "Or maybe I loved it."
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after a long hiatus...I'm back to writing! So I apologize if this sucks massively... Dx it's 1:30 am where I am now...and I kinda want to sleep....^^~ hope you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading.
--Silvery Gender Neutrality |
It was Saturday afternoon, and Alison had invited Linda to a party in the evening. Linda headed to Alison's room and went in. She was still lying in bed. Linda could tell she hadn't gotten up yet because she was still naked from the night before.
"Is it time to get ready already?" Alison asked.
"Yea, its getting on" Linda replied.
Alison began t sit up, but gave up half way through, collapsing back onto her bed.
"You first" she said, "what are you going to wear?"
"I don't know, I was hoping that you could help me" said Linda.
Alison let out a big yawn, stretching her arms over her head.
"OK, bring in some of your outfits and we'll have a look" Alison said.
Linda turned to the door and opened it.
"Oh, and Linda" Alison loudly whispered at Linda, leaning towards her and holding the duvet over her chest, "is the bathroom free yet?"
Linda looked over at the bathroom door. It was closed and she could hear someone splashing about in the bath.
"Still occupied" Linda told her.
Linda returned a few moments later holding a selection of her cloths. Alison had a distracted, slightly concerned look on her face.
"Is it free yet" Alison inquired urgently.
"No, not yet. Everything ok?" Linda asked.
"I'm fucking dying for a wee" Alison explained.
"Oh, well its still occupied I'm afraid" Linda replied.
Alison returned her attention to Linda.
"Strip" she commanded.
Linda was shocked. She blushed and gave Alison a shy gaze as she tried to think of something to say.
"Come on, come on. You've got to take something off to put something new on." Alison gave Linda an assertive look.
Linda blushed and removed her skirt and blouse.
"And the rest" Alison commanded.
"Um..., d-do I really need to get completely... naked?" Linda asked nervously.
Alison suddenly became very distracted. She leaned forward and moved one of her hands under the duvet then looked up at Linda. There was an urgent look in her face and her eyes gazed at Linda. With her head she beckoned Linda to approach. Linda approached and leaned close to Alison's face.
"Can you get me one of your pull ups? I don't think I can hold it anymore." Alison whispered, a slight tremble in her voice.
"Oh no" Linda replied, "I ran out a couple of days ago, I'm sorry."
Urgency turned to fear and Alison eyes started to water ever so slightly. Linda could see that she was fidgeting frantically under the duvet, crossing and uncrossing her legs, her hand firmly pressed between her legs.
"What am I going to do?!" Alison was panicking.
"I'm sure the loo's gonna be free soon. He's been in there ages and I doubt it'll be much longer" Linda replied reassuringly.
Alison's fidgeting was getting more frantic and her eyes more watery.
"Try sitting on your heel" Linda suggested.
"How do you mean" Alison asked.
"Like your kneeling, and rest all your bodyweight on the heel. Its easier than using your hand and you can get more pressure on your urethra" Linda explained.
Alison shifted about under the sheets, fidgeting slightly, until she found a comfy position and was able to regain her composure.
"Right, now lets get you ready" said Alison.
"I was thinking I would wear the yellow dress" Linda said, holding said dress against herself to show what it would look like.
"Underwear first" Alison commanded jokingly.
Linda blushed slightly, replying "does it really matter? No one will see under my cloths."
"They will if you wear those black pants and bra so take em off" Alison reasoned.
Linda began to unstrap her bra, and as she slid it off she blushed bright red.
"Cutie" Alison whispered, subconsciously gazing at Linda's perky breasts.
Linda slid down her pants and stood in front of Alison, presenting her body for inspection.
"What now" she asked.
"Show me that dress again" Alison requested.
Linda handed it over and Alison examined it.
"This'll work better without a bra. There's not much cleavage so you wont need to worry about exposing yourself, and since the shoulder straps are thin a bra would be really obviously visible and would ruin the look of the dress" Alison explained.
"Really?" Linda asked, still blushing bright red.
"Try it on." Alison handed her the dress.
Linda held the dress by the shoulder straps and stepped into it, pulling it up over her body. Her blush began to fade as she covered herself and she sat herself on the bed so Alison could do up the zip. Linda could feel through the mattress that Alison was fidgeting on her heel gently so she reached her hand over to Alison's and gave it an affectionate squeeze of encouragement. Alison smiled warmly and pulled Linda into a deep hug.
"OK?" Linda asked.
Alison nodded and released Linda from the Hug. Linda stood up and examined herself in the mirror. Alison had been right. The dress worked well without a bra. It was tight and offered a lot of lift on her breasts. Her nipples could faintly be seen through the fabric, as could her belly button. The skirt reached just above her knees and hung loosely.
"What kind of pants do I wear" Linda asked.
"Open that draw" Alison said pointing at the draw in question. Linda did so.
"There should be a yellow bikini in there" Alison exclaimed.
Linda found it and pulled the bottoms out of the draw. They were very small and the same colour as her dress. The sides where nothing more than a thin bit of fabric which needed to be tied into a bow but at this time where untied.
Linda sat herself on the chair by Alison's desk, hitched up her skirt three quarters of the way up her thighs, and sat herself on the groin of the bikini bottoms. She began tying one side into a bow but was having some difficulty. The first time she failed to get a tight knot so she undid it and started again. The second time she got a tight knot but hadn't left enough to tie the other side so she undid the knot again. She measured up what she perceived to be the right distances for the base knot but was having great difficulty in maintaining this as she fiddled to tie the bow.
"Can you help me with this" Linda asked looking up at Alison. Alison's mouth was hanging slightly open, her eyes wide, staring in Linda's direction. Linda held the bikini bottoms in her right hand and looked at Alison awaiting a reply. The reply didn't arrive and Alison had evidently not heard. Linda suddenly developed a half shocked half flattered smile as she realised that Alison was staring right up her skirt. Linda gazed on with a bemused smile, waiting for Alison to snap out of her gaze. When this did not happen Linda decided to tease Alison a bit. She opened her legs a bit wider and twirled her pubic hairs around her left index finger provocatively. Alison seemed to become more fixated, gazing up Linda's skirt.
Alison snapped out of her gaze as a spurt of pee escaped her and trickled down her heel, over the arch of her foot, and eventually leaked off between her big toe and the next one.
tbc |
Pokemon Wetting 2!
Yet another boy desperation!
Well, There were four people in the group of Team Wii! Charizard, Could burn down even the coldest mountains, Ivysaur, Could revive some of the most neglected dead plants, Swellow, could fly around the biggest buildings And Grovyle, could cut down 5 trees at once with those razor sharp claws of his.
But Despite thier cool abilites, each of thier bladders were weak, and they were going to help lugia, who's bladder was weak as well, it was summer, Each one of them were as hot as god knows what, so they drank as many bottles of water from the fountain. They even forgot that there was a bathroom while they were drinking.
Now when they finished they set on thier misson, it was at Crystal Glacier It had 256 Floors And Lugia Was at the bottom.
Swellow needed to go before they started the misson, Grovye said "You okay?" Swellow replied "Y-yes."
Now the place they were going was cold, and it was full of snow, and there was a blizzard.
They needed to go use the bathroom at room 5. Charizard was holding on, Ivysaur was fidgeting, Swellow was holding on taking breaths, and Grovyle kept kneeling down and standing up again, and holding on. All of them wanted to pee in the snow for relief. but they couldn't because chatot made a rule saying they couldn't just wet themself. So it was just evil that they couldn't end thier pee desperation.
Lots of floors later (64). None of them could hide thier desperation, So when any Pokemon came by, they would make it worse, A houndoom was Drinking water from a lake he melted and spitting it out in front of swellow. Squirtle had the most effective way, used water gun at Grovyle. And yeah.
At the bottom, there was no hope. Everyone was taking baby steps. Charizard was sweating like mad, Ivysaur was fidgeting even more, Swellow was sweating and now signing even more, and Grovyle knelt down for five times as long. Charizard even said "Were never gonna make it in time" Ivysaur just said "Ah well even if we wet ourselves, we are rich and we don't mind if we have to pay a fine of 500 gil. What about you Swellow?" Swellow just looked at him, "C-come on now, i heard them said It multiplys if more if more then one of us wets ourselves! and me? i-i feel like im gonna burst!" Grovyle agreed with swellow, "Shes right ivysaur, even if one of us wet ourselves were gonna have to play 500 g..." An urge hit Grovyle, Grovyle quickly knelt down to stop any leaks.
"O-okay, i don't think i can hold on for much longer." he said, he stood up again, Now they met Lugia, he really needed to pee, Lugia was holding on, legs crossed, knelt down,near to bursting, sweating,eyes shut, and he looked like he was about to wet himself right there.
Lugia Opened his eyes, and asked "You can find my bathroom keys, R-r-right?" Lugia tried to keep his bladder's flood gate shut, but Lugia's bladder was weak, Charizard was about to agree until Ivysaur found it and accedently swallowed it.
Lugia said "Oh man, i-i-i feel like im going to b-b-burst.", of course all of thier bladder's were nearly full.
And if charizard's bladder were as big as a Oval-shaped boulder, Don't even think about what Lugia's bladder size is, because its five times as big as that!
Swellow scolded Ivysaur, but was interrupted as a urge sprung her, she wriggled to stop leaking.
By the time that was over, everyone's bladder was full. Charizard could hold up to 32 litre's while Ivysaur could hold 16,Swellow could hold 12 and Grovyle could hold 12 as well, But Lugia was nothing compared to thiers, Lugia could hold 128 litres of pee.
An Urge hit Lugia, Some droplets came and raced between Lugia's Legs and onto the white snow below, Lugia bit his lip so hard it started to bleed.On the other hand, Charizard had an itch, and it was on his tail, Charizard asked someone to itch it for him, Ivysaur did it, but caught fire, he rolled on the snow putting the fire out only to find out that he wet himself,he was dripping wet with pee.
A strong urge hit Swellow, she managed to hold it in, but some droplets stained her feathers. Grovyle got struck by the urge to pee, so he knelt down, but he leaked some droplets,Grovyle wasn't too happy, and even thought "Why now? we all ready have to pay 500 gil, so please don't wet yourself grovyle, you can m-make it" then he stood up.
Then it started to rain, luckly they were in a house, but it only made thu urges stronger. Charizard hit an urge, he leaked for a second, a one foot stream of warm pee was flowing down between his legs.
Swellow couldn't hold it in like this, so what happened was, her bladder's flood gate went wide open. and the wet spot was obvious, pee was running down her legs, it felt cold. then she started crying.
Charizard couldn't hold on much longer, he knelt down, he knew he couldn't stop the flow, then he shut his eyes, but he didn't just flow out, instead, Charizard's bladder of 32 litres bursted, charizard opened his eyes in shock, and said "N-no..." and loads of pee rushed its way out of his angry bladder, it was too hot to handle, so then tears flowed down charizard's face.
Grovyle got struck by an urge, he was peeing, so he knelt down, but that made it worse, so he had no choice, and afterwards, grovyle was knelt down in a puddle of pee.
Lugia just stood there knelt down still holding on, Lugia just stared at them, and said "Its ok. I'll clean it up." Then Thunder struck and the loud booming sound of thunder started.
Lugia screamed, the pressure in lugia's 128 litre bladder became unbearable, and the thunder making Lugia scream made his floodgate open, he spent a whole hour emptying his bladder, and the first quarter he just looked sad, the second quarter he sulked, but sooner or later he sulked too much and he dug his face in the flow of nice warm pee.
the third quarter he first wiped it off, then tried not to cry, the forth hour he put a plastic bag over charizards fire to keep him alive, by the time they finished, the room was flooded with pee up to Lugia's Legs. Everyone were on life boats, Lugia started to cry. Everyone tried to comfort him. So anyway, they left, Chatot scolded them and forced to pay 2000 gil and from that day on they were called team wee!(get it?). On the same day, a girl team with a Meganium, Blaziken, Articuno and Reshiram were heading out...
Sorry if i've disimproved...
also i was thinking about my next story while i was away!
THE END. |
Jenny woke up late for school, when she looked over at the clock she saw that it was already 8:15 and classes started at 9. She hopped out of bed, threw on her school uniform and ran downstairs. Her mother handed her a granola bar and a bottle of water. On the run to school, Jenny managed to drink her whole bottle of water. She ran to her first class and took her seat. Just then the bell rang and her class began. Whewww she thought, that was close.
As she pulled out her books she realized that she hadn’t peed before she left the house and she was already feeling her bladder a little bit. As the class continued her bladder seemed to be filling up fast. As the teacher droned on with his lecture, Jenny started to think. Her bladder was holding all her fluids from last night and a whole bottle of water from just a little while ago. She knew that this was going to be bad. Her classes were an hour long and she would be done the day at 2. As she shifted in her seat she felt her bladder again, she wasn’t worried yet, she knew that she could go to the bathroom during breaks.
After her first class was dismissed, Jenny headed to the bathroom but was stopped by her friend. Without realizing what she was doing she started talking. After about 10 minutes, the bell rang and she headed to class. But as soon as she sat down she felt her bladder and remembered what she was supposed to be doing. This class was the beginning of her bladder beginning to actually hurt. She crossed her legs which seemed to help and finished the class just fine. But during this break she was determined to go to the bathroom before things got bad.
When she went into the hall she headed straight to the bathroom but the closest one was being cleaned so she went up the stairs to the next bathroom. She was waiting in line when the bell rang. She thought about staying but decided against it. Her bladder wasn’t a huge issue at this point and she knew that she would be able to wait another hour. She walked quickly to class and made it just in time. But the fast paced walking had jostled her bladder and she was really feeling it. In this class she had to cross her legs and then switch legs. She knew that this was bad, she really had to go badly.
After her last class Jenny walked to the bathrooms again and stood in line. She did this for the next two periods but was unable to go. She was getting extremely desperate by this point. As she sat down in her last class she wasn’t sure if she could last another hour. Her bladder was getting hard to hold and she felt herself moving around a lot. She would cross her legs then uncross them, then slam her thighs together and none of this worked. She finally found a comfortable position. If she crossed her legs and squeezed them together it took some of the pain away. She looked at the clock, there was ten minutes left. She stared at the clock waiting for relief. Then her bladder spasmed and she was forced to grab her crotch for a second to gain some control. Finally after what felt like forever the bell rang. She got up and walked to the bathroom but the line was longer than ever. She knew if she waited she would surely lose control.
So Jenny started walking home. It was only a 15 minute walk and she prayed that she would be able to hold her pee until she was home. The walk was harder than she thought. She had to stop countless times to get control and with every step she was sure she would lose control. As she entered her neighborhood she got excited, she couldn’t wait to go in the house and pee. She would be the only one home so she wouldn’t get stopped. She quickened her steps. When she reached the door she got out her key and was wriggling around to open the door. She ran inside, threw her book bag on the floor and headed to the bathroom. Just as she reached the door, she saw a sign on the door.
Jenny, the plumbers were here, please don’t use the toilet until 3:30
Love, Mom
As she was reading she was doing a pee pee dance and had her legs slammed together. She couldn’t believe it. Relief was so close and now she had to wait. Jenny hobbled over to the kitchen and looked at the clock, 3pm. She had to wait another thirty minutes. In any other situation 30 minutes wasn’t long at all but in a dire situation like this she was absolutely bursting. Jenny started pacing and was dying. She sat down at the table but was bouncing her legs up and down and rocking back and forth in the chair. This wasn’t working. She got up and started pacing again but had to stop many times to stem the flow. She had her hands cupped on her womanhood and felt like her bladder was going to explode. She sat down again but instead put her heel under her in her vagina and had her hand so her fingers were containing the pee.
The longer she waited the more weak her muscles became. As Jenny repositioned herself she felt a drop of pee escape the lips of her vagina. She shoved her hand harder and gained control. She knew that it was going to be a losing battle if she didn’t go pee soon. She looked over at the clock; 3:25. She had just five minutes and she was determined to make it to the toilet. But just then she felt a squirt escape. She clamped harder and stood up. She started jumping around trying to gain control. She could feel all the liquid at the tip of her vagina waiting to escape. She walked to the bathroom and tuned the knob. She walked inside and the sight of the toilet made her need increase. She stood before it wondering how she was going to get her skirt and panties down. She crossed her legs and ripped her panties and her skirt down in one swift motion. She then slowly walked to the toilet holding her crotch and before she could even sit down her body exploded. With her hands still cupped her pee streamed out of her. She sat down and felt her body completely give up. |
"Awesome! Finally, we are offically 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 princable into letting her normal clothes. Instead, she was wearing a lime green dress that went down to her kness 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 loosly 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 lenth socks. A cream vest completed the look. Her name was Destany, 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 worridly. "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 boysh 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 someone's 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 findf 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 absoutle 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 looked at each other.
The dribbling of basketballs drove Susan mad. "I wish I didn't have to particapate in gym! I can't believe the only class I have with you guys is also my least favorite!" she excailmed. Mary-Jane snapped her chipped nails in Susan's face. "Hey, don't think like that. Just because you bribed the princable 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 weither you like it or not."
They heard a familer 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 cafeitiara 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. Regradless of weither it was intented 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 perfered to go in the direction of home.
Baseball was really heated up for Susan's team, unfortunatly, 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 physicaly 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 despreratly 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 vivdly. 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 occuped. 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 storare room and tossed the bag in, not caring weither 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 toliet flush and a girl walk out and Susan almost kocked 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 toliet, 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 absorped some of the pee, so most of it sropepd into the toliet. The sound was like a faucet that was running but had something blocking it. Susan took deep breaths, not believeing 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 splooshed when she squeesed 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 embrassed, 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 embrassed. "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, embrassed. "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-Jance started crying and lost her balence, falling over onto the concerte pavement. The urine took this chance and gushed out full blast, forming a golden puddle around the embrassed girl. Her skirt looked ink black and it was soaked from top to bottom. "I told you I got high on lemonade." she laughed sheeplesly. Susan groaned in disgust. "I hope nobody saw you," she told her friend as she heped her up. Some loose drops dropped and splished 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 ahortly 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, sqautted. 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 sqaut 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 paniced, hopping from foot to foot. "Hide it!" Mary-Jane suggested. "Sqaut in the bushes!" Des suggested, still exposing her panties. "Remove your skirt and go entirely in your panties!" Susan called, still remembering the incedent 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 splishing splashing sound. Em's pink and white striped panties slowly darkened, and everyone behind her had a full veiw. Some 7th grade boys walking home stopped and pointed, giggling and laughing. Em fell onto her knees, sobbing. "I've totally humliated myself!" she cried. The hissing sound ceased and there was a puddle evne 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 sepreate 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, tomorow, I heard we are supposed to be studying the water cycle in Science. I think we can offically call this our own personal water cycle!" Des winked, and the girls all laughed. They were going to be friends for a long time. |
This story is a little bit long, but 100% worth it. I found this on another female desperation site. Please Enjoy.
The wind whistled through Amber's hair as she drove her red convertible down the interstate; her long brunette hair flowing in the slipstream as the sun shone overhead, the blue sky clear that Saturday afternoon. The dial read 75, the speed limit sign read 60, but Amber kept on speeding, the traffic was light and the highway smooth. Grimacing, she pushed the pedal further, up to 80. She took a last sip from her quart of water, tossing the empty bottle into the passenger seat beside her. She clenched her legs together as best she could while she drove, her bladder swollen full with pee. Amber was desperate, her bladder sending SOS signals, her tummy swollen, her tight tan khaki slacks pressing against the fullness inside of her, shrieks of pressure pulsing through the 19 year old college sophomore's body as she clenched her muscles tight, clamping her urethra shut, trying not to think about the stinging sensation of pee dying to escape her tormented body.
A few miles more, and she'd be home, and did she ever need the bathroom, badly. Amber looked wistfully at the exit signs, wishing she had taken a pee back at lunch, wishing the bathroom hadn't have been closed for cleaning. She tried to take her mind off of her extreme need; she thought of the wonderful lunch, her friend Stacey had come into town for the afternoon and they had spent a good hour and a half, eating, drinking ice teas, sharing good memories from their earlier years. A fitness fanatic, Amber always drank water, and lots of it. Her size 3 body, all 5 feet and 5 inches of it with slender hips, a flat stomach, shapely, slightly muscular legs to die for, she had been quite popular during her high school days and during her freshmen year in college, but as her schedule got busier, she found less time to date, to many a guy's dismay. Her athletic and slightly smaller busted figure got looks; that was for sure. More than one car honked and stared as she passed car after car on the interstate, trying to drive faster without garnering attention, trying to get home before she urinated into her pants. Her urge increased, the pressure unyielding. Amber tightened her muscles again. Only a few more miles, the shopping center near her house lay ahead on the right.
Slowing down, she headed towards the exit. Her cell phone rang; luckily she was at the light, waiting to turn right when she heard it. With her legs clenched together, in extreme agony, her bladder pounding inside of her taut body, Amber answered, trying valiantly to hold back the pee swollen inside of her. "Hello?"
"Hi, Amber?"
"Yea, is this Laura?" Laura was her manager at the family restaurant she worked for part time.
"Hey, I'm glad I got you. We're really short on help. Victor went home sick and Lisa didn't show up again. I really need you to work tonight, can you help me out?"
"Uh, sure, but I don't have my uniform with me. No, wait, I've got tan slacks, but my shirt is back home." Amber wished the damned light would change; her body was on the verge of urinating right where she was, and she tried to hold it with more effort, her legs tight, and her breathing shallow. The light turned green. Finally. Amber almost wet her pants as she released her legs slightly and pressed down on the accelerator.
Laura answered. "Don't worry about the uniform, I've got a spare shirt somewhere. Just come on in right away, I need you bad. I'll make it up to you, I promise!"
Amber agreed, knowing she needed the night off for the concert next weekend and this would be perfect bargaining material. It never hurt when the general manager owed you one. "Ok, I'll be right over, I'm just a block away, anyway." Amber drove the block down the street, thinking work was closer than home and given how badly she needed to pee, she could use the bathroom before she completely wet herself in her new car. Another light, and Amber was squirming. Her bladder violently contracted and she almost peed into her slacks, barely holding on, the pee urge so extreme she trembled with fear. She hadn't had to pee so badly in ages. Finally. Green. She turned left into the parking lot, locked her car, and ran into the restaurant, her bladder screaming its last desperate signals, her need to pee at the peak of desperation. "Hi," Amber yelled, heading straight for the bathroom. "I gotta pee, I'll be out in a second!"
"Hold on", Laura yelled, "Here's your shirt. Change while you're in there." Amber stood for a second, her knees locked together, her body violently throbbing; pee inches from exploding out of her. Another few seconds was all she thought she could hold on. Laura got the shirt, and Amber grabbed it and ran to the ladies room, about to explode. She got in, and both stalls were busy. Two trickles of pee, the sound of someone else relieving him or herself not helping the situation. Amber stood there, almost crying, the pain of her desperation so intense, with her body somehow knowing how physically close she was to a toilet made it worse, she almost started peeing into her pants but managed at the last minute to squeeze ever harder, her fingers jammed into her pee hole, holding back the flow. Two flushing sounds, and Amber almost lost it again, violently shaking with desperation, on her very last stand, about to have an accident. Two young girls exited, glancing at Amber, giggling, obviously noticing how badly she needed to go, and went to wash their hands. Amber rushed into the right most stall, undoing her belt and sliding her tight tan slacks down her hips in one fluid motion. Racing against the agony inside of her, she quickly pulled her panties off, and before she was even fully seated, a quick jet of hot pee exploded out of her clenched urethra, followed by a brief pause and then a stream of hot thrashing pee gushed from her pee hole, unable to be contained by the struggling girl any longer. She sat there and sighed, pee screaming out of her swollen body, gushing noisily into the water of the bowl. She wondered if anyone outside the restroom could hear her go. One and a half minutes later, her pee stream dwindled down; a sense of relief came over Amber's face. She had miraculously avoided a major accident, seconds away from almost having peed into her pants. She sighed a breath of relief, wiped around her trimmed dark pubic mound and pulled up her panties and slacks. She changed into her uniform shirt, a little small for her, and headed out, but not before grabbing an extra large Coke for the evening. She needed some caffeine to get her in the working mood. It was 3:00 in the afternoon already, and the restaurant was packed.
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It was no wonder they needed her help. By 4pm they had already broken the sales record for that day and Amber had been running around like crazy. Fueled with constant caffeine, she somehow managed to handle her section, all seven tables of it. The tips were pretty good, she was averaging 25% of her sales, but she knew it would be a long night. Missing two servers and having another call in sick meant more work for the remaining crew, and probably not a lot of breaks for them either. The hostess, a pretty young high school senior named Isabelle who was quite popular with the cooks, came by with a party of 5. Amber approached the table. Families with screaming kids- she hated that. While the mom tried to settle down junior, she served them water and menus, introduced herself and grabbed an order of fajitas for Carlene, one of the other servers working. The busy pace kept Amber from realizing what had become a familiar sensation that day. The quart of water she had drank earlier along with the Coke she was sipping as she ran around made their way through her body, her bladder again slowly filling. By 4:30pm, Amber had to pee badly, the days drinking once again taking their toll on the athletic girl. Looking around, Amber saw Isabelle seat a party of 12 at two tables at the far end of her section. Wishing she could take a quick bathroom break to relieve herself, she had no choice but to head to the newly seated group. A coach, an assistant, and a small cheerleading squad, all dressed in their white and blue uniforms, giggling and carrying on. Amber knew one of the kitchen guys would love this; he had a fantasy about cheerleaders. Trying to put the thoughts of her filling bladder in the background of her mind, Amber started taking the tables' order. By the time she finished, five of the girls had changed their order and one of them didn't want anything, and then at the last minute decided she wanted a salad. A slightly tubby one, Amber thought, she probably wanted to lose weight and look like the other girls, who mostly were quite attractive. Amber keyed the order into the computer and glanced at the time. 4:45pm. She looked around, really needing a bathroom break, the familiar pressure returning, the slight beginnings of stinging inside her tummy that signaled a full bladder. She headed off to the bathroom, thinking she had a spare minute when the coach of the table called her back. "Yes," Amber asked, slightly frazzled, wishing she could have gone to the restroom.
"I'm so sorry. Sarah ordered Iced Tea and she wants to switch to water. I'm so sorry to trouble you, but could you get it for her now?" the coach asked, nicely.
"Sure, I'll be right back". Amber went to the drink station, now recognizing her body's need for urinary relief, her tummy slightly distended against the tight waistband of her low-rise tan slacks. As she was there, table #4 called out.
"Miss. Miss. Oh, I'm sorry, but my steak was supposed to be medium rare and it's well done. Can you see if the kitchen could do something about it?"
Amber walked by, putting on her best fake smile. "Sure, I'm so sorry. I'll be right back." She winced as she felt her bladder quickly filling. 5:00pm now, the dinner rush was starting, and she needed to use the bathroom quite badly now. She knew she'd have little chance of escaping if she didn't get there soon. Dinner was crazy and half the time the customers were lined up for the bathroom anyway. Getting the water and returning the steak to the kitchen, she stopped by table #4 and assured them they'd re-cook the steak, this time the right way. Back to the cheerleaders at table #7- handing the short girl that must have been Sarah the water, Amber turned around. Table #3 was waiting to check out. Good. The register was near the bathrooms; she'd get their ticket, take a quick bathroom break and then get back to work. A perfect plan. On the way to the computer, Table #4 signaled again. She backtracked; getting annoyed now, her bladder complaining, waves of pressure starting to flow through her body. She really needed to pee!! "Yes?"
"I'm sorry, but I ordered steak fries and this is obviously mashed potatoes!" The kitchen was overworked and screwing everything up today.
"I'm sorry. We're a bit understaffed today but I'll be happy to bring you fries," she said with a smile, wishing she could add "and you're probably going to make me pee my pants by your stupid requests," as she hurried back to the kitchen, plate in hand. Crap. She had forgotten to check out table #3, who was looking for her now. Table #4's steak was ready too. The coach at table #7 had his hand up. "Damn. DAMN," she muttered under her breath at nobody in particular.
Carlene was standing nearby, checking out one of her tables. "What's a matter?" she asked.
"I've got to pee so bad I'm about to bust and my tables are being a pain," Amber replied, wincing as she felt a surge of pressure expand through her. Her bladder was filling up near the limit; the same stinging sensations she had felt on the highway over returned, and very soon Amber was desperate, needing once again to use the bathroom very, very badly.
She checked table #3 out, and then got the steak for table #4, then wishing in vain she could go pee, she headed off to table #7. The coach again- "I'm sorry, but we're kind of in a rush. Could you tell me when the food is going to be ready?"
"I'm sorry for the delay, sir, but I'll go ask the kitchen and find out. Be right back," she smiled, putting on her best server smile. Her bladder screaming inside of her, she walked quickly by the hallway leading to the bathrooms, almost stopping, but thought she could get a quick break after she took care of pain in the ass coach. The kitchen just delivered the food for table #7, so she balanced as much of it as she could, Carlene helping with the rest, and the two walked back to the table of cheerleaders, who quickly dived into their meals. Even the coach, for once, seemed happy. "God, I need to go pee or I'm going to wet on myself!!!!!" Amber whispered to Carlene.
"Yea, I know, I'm about to pee in my pants too. I get a break in five minutes though," Carlene replied, whisking off to another table.
Looking around, Amber realized for a moment that nobody needed her. Table #5 looked about ready to leave, but they could wait, and she really, really needed to use the restroom before something embarrassing happened. Walking quickly to the bathroom, she got to the hallway. Of course, as it always happened, three of the cheerleaders were outside the door, squirming, looking desperate. A line. Just then Amber heard table #5 call her name. "Damn Damn DAMN!" she cursed a little louder than she should have- stupid line for the bathroom. She walked down to table #5, only to be stopped at table #3, who had not left yet.
"Miss, There's been a mistake on our check. My husband got charged for two coffees and he only drank one." Amber smiled, picked up the check and apologized, trying not to show her anger. If she JUST could get to the fricking bathroom, she thought. Her bladder pulsated inside of her, wave after wave of pressure spasms appearing every few minutes, her urine filling and stretching her bladder worse than ever before. Amber was getting nervous, her tummy visibly stuck out, the waistband of her slacks biting into her skin, her urethra tense, her desire to void so strong she feared she would have an accident any minute. Table #5. Yes.
"Yes, are you guys ready to check out now?" she asked, trembling as she dealt with a huge onslaught of stinging pain that emerged from inside of her, her bladder once again signaling "Emergency, Emergency." Amber really had to pee, the pressure now as bad as when she had driven into the parking lot. Right after table #5 cashed out, she thought, and then she could go relieve herself. "Shouldn't have drank so much water, damn it," she thought, squirming as she cashed out table #5 at the register. She glanced over at the bathrooms- no line. "Great," she said out loud, again to nobody in particular. She walked quickly back to table #5, handed them their change. They smiled, left a nice tip, and left. She looked around. A break, she thought. Carlene came down out of the bathrooms, headed to her own section. Amber bumped into her.
"Wow, that was close," Carlene whispered, giggling.
"What?" Amber asked, wondering what happened.
"I almost peed myself! I mean, I couldn't hold it and just got in there in time. Can you imagine how embarrass..." CRASH. A loud explosion-like sound rocked through the restaurant. Carlene dropped her tray in surprise, both girls turning around to look at the direction where the noise came from.
"What the hell?" Amber asked.
"I don't know. What's going on?" Carlene and Amber headed down the hallway near the bathrooms, Ambers intense desperation increasing, so she was headed that way anyway. "Oh my God," Carlene gasped. Water was pouring out between the two bathrooms, a crack in the wall had appeared.
Laura, the GM was over there next. "Oh Shit!"
"What?" the girls replied in unison, Amber about to pee on herself in agony.
"The water main just blew. I was supposed to have it repaired last week, but they couldn't come out until tomorrow."
"What?"
"Damn. Carlene, go call our maintenance emergency number, tell them we lost the water main and both bathrooms are flooded, and tell them to get over here quick," Laura ordered.
Amber froze. She had to know. "Did, uh, did you say both bathrooms are closed?" her voice squeaking higher in paranoia. She needed to use the bathroom as badly as she ever had in her life, easily as badly as she had earlier that day, and if the bathrooms were out of order...
"Yea, and we'll have to shut down if we can't get then open in an hour. Health violation. Maintenance should get here pretty quick though, shouldn't be a problem. What a mess though- I'm going to lock the doors so nobody goes in the restrooms until we fix this," and Laura went off, locking both doors, her shoes and the bottom of her slacks soaked in water from the broken water main. Amber started to shake. She was on the verge of wetting herself, barely able to control the pulsating pressure inside of her struggling body. She NEEDED to use the bathroom SO badly.
"Oh God. Oh GOD," she cried, clenching her legs together. Carlene came back.
"The maintenance guys are on their way. Amber, are you alright?"
"Carlene, I really need to pee. I'm serious, I'm about to pee on myself and now the bathrooms are closed!!!" Amber wailed, totally desperate and in panic, her intense desperation reaching new moments of pain, her urethra seemingly burning, her tummy completely distended, the stinging pain coming in spasms, her body clenched, keeping her ocean of pee inside.
"Don't worry, they'll be here soon and you can go. Just hold it, like we had to in track last year," Carlene said, trying to reassure her friend. Amber grimaced, and standing there with her legs locked together, she tried to hold on, barely able to control the tremendous urge that was overcoming her.
"Miss..." table #7 again. The Coach. Amber turned around, wiped off the sweat that was forming on her forehead from her agonizing distress, and walked carefully, trying not to pee in her clothes, down to table #7.
"Yes?" she warbled, her voice distorted as she fought off a violent surge that almost caused her to uncontrollably release her hot urine into her clothes.
"We've been wanting to check out for the past five minutes. And Melissa here needs to go to the bathroom, can you tell me why you've got it locked?" Melissa looked to be the oldest one, a senior, and her hands were clutched up her cheerleading skirt; her face agonized with pain, obviously needing to go pee as well.
"I'm sorry sir, but we've had a water main break, and the bathrooms won't be open for another half hour at the earliest," Amber replied, dying inside as she totally knew what the poor cheerleader was going through.
"Whwhwhhaatt?" the high school senior cried, obviously in the worst desperation.
"She said they are closed, dear. You're 18 years old, not some little girl. Hold it and go when we get back to the gym," the coach replied.
"IiiII can't, oh God," screamed the girl, her face red with embarrassment and anguish. "Oh noooNOOOOO," the girl wailed, and Amber froze as she glanced down. The girl stood there, legs together, her skirt held up, her hands trembling as she tried to hold the cheerleading skirt out of the way, in a panic, and Amber saw the girls blue cheerleading trunks suddenly darken, a stain spreading, the girls public mound obvious as the tightness of the lycra fabric hugged her engorged girlhood, wetness escaping. Slight pee streams trickled down the girl's muscular legs, increasing in strength until the girl suddenly peed uncontrollably into her cheerleading outfit, a loud sizzling noise coming from between her legs. The girl spread her legs, embarrassed, crying, letting her skirt drop. Pee gushed from the 18 year old, streaming down onto the floor, a puddle between her legs, her cheerleading shoes wet, her bare thighs glistening with her own urine. Amber almost peed onto herself then and there; the sight of another girl having an accident in front of her reminded her how BADLY she needed to go. She HAD to hold on. She felt so sorry for the poor girl who stood there, pee dripping from her, embarrassed in front of 9 of her friends and her coaches, having just wet herself at an age when that wasn't supposed to happen. Carlene walked over and gasped in horror, seeing the puddle between the cheerleader's legs. She ran back to the kitchen and grabbed a mop. Amber fought another wave of pressure, realizing now the emergency desperation SHE faced, and cashed the coach and his table out. The other cheerleaders were consoling the poor girl, who was still crying and sobbing uncontrollably as droplets of pee dropped from her body along the floor out of the restaurant.
"MMMMM," Amber moaned, bending over part way, trying to keep her pee inside. Her body DESPERATELY wanted to urinate, and seeing the girl's accident made it so much worse. Amber knew she was going to lose control if she didn't take drastic action. Maybe she could go in a cup outside in the parking lot. That might do it, she thought. She headed back to the kitchen when Isabelle seated Table #6 with an attractive young woman, maybe in her mid 20's, dark auburn hair and freckles, wearing a pair of black leggings, low-rise, riding her hips. A black sports bra on top and a purse, the woman had obviously been working out or something. Table #5 was seated too, with a pair of teenage girls, giggling as they talked about their dates later that night with their boyfriends. "Crap," Amber thought, "double seated," she thought, angry that Isabelle had sat two tables. Her bladder violently throbbing, almost leaking, Amber gave menus and water to the two girls, then made her way to Table #6. The young woman was very attractive, and looked at Amber in a funny way. "Hi. My name is Amber, and I'll be your server tonight. Here's the menu and would you like something to drink to start off with?" Amber asked, with her practiced approach. Amber stood there, her thighs shaking, beads of sweat forming on her forehead again. A tremendous wave of pee pressure overcame the poor server, almost causing an immediate release. The burning, stinging pain overcame her and Amber almost fainted from the pain, her vision going blurry, and her eyes tearing up. She needed to PEE!!!!!!!.
Somehow she recovered, her legs shaking, she waited as the woman ordered a large ice tea and a large glass of water. Amber walked over to the two girls, ready to get their order. Then it would be a quick trip to the parking lot. She didn't care if she had to squat next to her car; she needed to pee before she wet herself in front of everyone. She stood there, shaking, her legs pressed together, one hand trying to massage herself as she walked over. Amber almost leaked into her panties, but managed to hold back, the urge to pee insane, the pain constant. What had been waves of pressure now was a steady spasm, every step, every breath, and even every blink of the eye hurt. Amber was at the very last stages of holding on, and she knew it. If she didn't go outside or something within the next few minutes, she knew she'd be having an accident in her pants just like the pretty cheerleader, who had soaked herself in front of her friends. Amber cursed under her breath. The two teens were playing around, laughing. Finally they gave their order, and Amber started to head back to the kitchen when the woman at table #6 called her back. Amber could barely hold on. She was shaking uncontrollably, her body on the verge of explosion, her urethra tortured, her pubic area swollen with distress, her hot pee screaming inside of her, DYING to escape. "YES?" she mumbled, trying valiantly to hold on, to maintain dignity.
"I'm ready to order," the woman replied, putting down her menu. She stared at Amber, her legs pressed together, her feet pacing back and forth nervously, suddenly aware of Ambers incredible distress. "Are you okay?" the woman asked.
"Um. I just need to use the- the bathroom really bad, we had a water break or something and the bathrooms are closed, that's all," she mumbled, running together her words as her bladder surged incessantly within her, her slacks pressing tight against her pulsing belly, her pee about to explode out of her pee hole.
"The bathroom is closed?" the woman said in a shock, clutching her legs together, the black fabric of her tights defining her long muscles.
"Yea, but, but it should be open in like a half an hour," Amber mumbled, trying not to wet herself there.
"Oh my God, I really needed to go. I'm about to burst myself. And I just finished this water. Please tell me when they're open, okay?" the woman asked, some concern rising in her voice.
"Sure. Yea. So, what would you like?" Amber asked, somehow controlling herself. She'd put the order in, then run out to the parking lot and pee. Anywhere. She knew she was going to start going any second, and the time was now. She could not hold on any longer.
"I'd like the chef's salad, honey-mustard dressing," Amber clutched herself in pain, the last wave of pressure screaming inside of her. She momentarily lost control, and for the briefest part of a second, a little of her pee slipped out of her pee hole, a small spurt. Amber panicked, clutching her muscles tighter, taking her hand away from her crotch, in total and absolute desperation. "...and I'd like the Fajitas, no sour cream please," the woman continued. Amber was in panic.
"Uhm. The chicken salad and Italian?"
"No, the chefs salad, honey-mustard dressing..." Amber froze again, another small spurt escaping her tortured pee hole. The woman looked down, her eyes only two feet from Ambers slacks, and the three-inch wet spot in Amber's crotch was clearly noticeable. Amber didn't even realize she was visibly wet, barely able to contain the ocean inside of her, the pain intense, cutting through her like a knife, the waves of pressure constant, the burning inside beyond anything she had experienced, unable to control the spurts. Amber was slowly losing control, and she knew it.
"I'm sorry- the chef's salad then. I'm so sorry, I really am about to burst," she apologized, and started to walk away. Another spurt and Amber froze, trying to control herself. She COULD NOT pee herself here, NO, not NOW. She looked down, panicking when she saw the obvious wet spot in her tan slacks, tightly pressed against her engorged girlhood, her body racked with pain, needing to pee, starting to pee. She took a fast step and started to head out the door to the parking lot, to relieve herself the rest of the way and then get an apron to hide the wet spot in her slacks. Another small spurt- Amber panicked. The woman in table #6 called her. Amber turned around, tears in her eyes. She felt a small trickle of pee escape and a thin line of pee stain ran down her left thigh.
The woman looked straight at Amber's crotch, and giggled. "Wow, you really DO need to go to the bathroom, don't you?"
"Yes, I really need to go now, do you nnneed any-anything?" Amber mumbled again, jumbling and mixing her words. Another spurt, another small trickle of pee escaped her clenched burning pee hole, making the damp mark down her left thigh longer and darker. Amber was starting to pee on herself, and she knew it.
The woman kept looking; transfixed, watching Amber struggle to control herself. "Oh, I really do need another iced tea. I'm so sorry. Do you know you've got a wet spot on your pants?" the woman asked, shifting her weight on her chair. Amber couldn't understand her. The last spurt almost ruined her. The intense stinging pain rose to a crescendo, the pressure unbearable. Amber began to slowly pee, and she started to walk away. The woman called her back. "Honey, come back for a moment." Amber was peeing slowly now, she couldn't control the flow and her left thigh was getting slowly darker. Her warm pee was seeping out of her clenched pee hole, against all of Amber's might.
Amber turned, crying, shaking, and started wailing. "Oh I'm sorry. Oh NO. NOOO. Oh GODDDD NOOOOOOOO. NOOOO PLEASEEEEE NOOOOO," her voice rising both in volume and in pitch. Three feet away from the woman in table #6's eyes Amber lost control. The intense pain was too much, her weakened crotch muscles, the throbbing the pulsating sensation overcame her. A spurt escaped, and suddenly without any warning Amber could no longer control her bladder's urges. Her bladder exploded, pee thrashing out of her pee hole, flooding her panties, instantly wetting her pants. Her crotch and inner left thigh were soaked within a second, pee streaming seemingly by the gallon out of her crotch, gushing stream after gushing stream bursting from within, soaking her panties, soaking her pants. The pee streams soaked her tight tan slacks, the pee flooding down her legs glistening in the light as Amber totally wet herself in front of her customer, frozen in terror, unable to move. Pee kept coming. Her bladder pumped pee through her urethra, like a fire hose on a burning house, pee exploding, thrashing, sizzling noisily out of her young athletic body, flooding her clothes, the coarse fabric of her tan slacks unable to hold any more moisture, pee cascaded in sheets between her legs, flooding her inner thigh and trickling into her socks, her shoes, and onto the hardwood floor. Amber went to the bathroom into her pants, right there, in front of everyone, for a minute and forty seconds. Pure agony.
The two girls behind her giggled, whispering to each other "oh my God, she's peeing her pants right here!!!" The woman in table #6 looked in amazement, her eyes locked onto the spreading wetness of Amber's crotch.
Amber sobbed without stopping, looking up sheepishly when her pee stream finally died down. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Oh my God, I'm so sorry..." she cried, looking to the woman for forgiveness as her wet pants clung to her legs, her shoes standing in a four foot wide puddle of her own hot pee. Across the restaurant, the maintenance crew arrived and started working on the water main and the bathrooms. It was too late for Amber- she had just had the most embarrassing accident in her life, peeing in front of her customers. Carlene came around the corner and gasped, seeing Amber's soaked pants and the puddle on the floor. Amber cried and ran out the door, not even saying goodbye to Carlene or even bothering to put in the two tables' orders. Carlene turned around, watching Amber run out the door, wondering what to do.
Neither server saw the woman in table #6 urinate, on purpose, into her black leggings, pee dripping onto the floor and spreading all over the chair where she sat. The woman had a smile on her face as she put her fingers between her legs, feeling her pee explode into her leggings, the familiar warmth flooding her seat and her butt. She smiled, and then left quickly, pee running down the seams of her leggings as she walked out of the restaurant, leaving a five-dollar bill to pay for the drinks.
Amber sat in her car, her pants soaked, her seats soaked, and cried uncontrollably, unable to stop |
Edited Excerpt from:
Flemming, Ian. Moonraker. London: Pan Books Ltd., 1963.
By: Rachel K.
While reading I came across the following excerpt, describing female desperation, from a classic James Bond novel. Classic because not only is the story itself a classic but also because it was originally published in 1955, and thus contains all the coded and proper language fitting a British novel of this time, especially one written by such an esteemed gentleman as Mr. Flemming. I personally find the coded language almost more erotic than the more overt, and so what I have done here is reproduced a portion of chapter 18 “Beneath the Flat Stone,” which is preceded by a few short segments, either written by myself or from earlier chapters, summarizing the plot and characters briefly. I have not, for obvious practical and copy write issues endeavoured to reproduce more than a portion of a chapter of this book. Also note that this is from the original novel and not from the popular film, which follows a different plot and likely has different names etc. You can easily find the book if you want to whole story so my apologies for the rather skint plot summary.
In this version I have made my own additions, to make the story a little more interesting. Enjoy my more risqué version.
The Story Thus Far:
James Bond has been assigned as a security officer to look out for the sabotage of a new super-rocket (the Moonraker) which is being developed by Hugo Drax, and wealthy apparently altruistic millionaire who is donating the super-rocket system to the UK. Also described as a “bullying, boorish, loud-mouthed vulgarian.”(page 32). But a clever and cunning man. The rocket will give England the edge in the arms race. Drax is described as:
“Drax gave the impression of being a little larger than life. He was physically big – about six foot tall, Bond guessed – and his shoulders were exceptionally broad. He had a big square head and the tight reddish hair was parted in the middle. On either side of the parting the hair dipped down in a curve towards the temples with the object, Bond assumed, of hiding as much as possible of the tissue of shinning puckered skin that covered most of the right side of his face. Other relics of plastic surgery could be detected in the man’s right ear, which was not a perfect match with its companion on the left, and the right eye, which had been a surgical failure. It was considerably larger than the left eye, because of a contraction of the borrowed skin used to rebuild the upper and lower eyelids, and it looked painfully bloodshot....
To conceal as much as possible of the unsightly taut skin that covered half his face, Drax had grown a bushy reddish moustache and had allowed his whiskers to grow down to the level of the lobes of his ears. He also had patched of hair on his cheek-bones.” (page 31-32)
I will dispense with a description of Bond because it is enough to picture your favourite movie Bond (mine’s Connery). Through the usual turn of events Bond is paired with an attractive female counterpart, this time her name is Gala Brand, a policewoman from Scotland yard who has been monitoring Drax’s operations for over a year. In Flemming’s classical descriptions, which are the same regardless of whether he is describing a sports car or woman. And yes he actually uses stats to describe her, stats which in other books I have read prove as unrealistic as a Barbie doll, but I digress. He describes Gala Brand as:
“The Photograph on her record-sheet at the Yard had shown an attractive but rather severe girl and any hint of seductiveness had been abstracted by the cheerless jacket of her policewoman’s uniform.
Hair: Auburn. Eyes: Blue. Height: 5 ft 7. Weight: 9 stone. Hips: 38. Waist: 26. Bust: 38. Distinguishing marks: Mole on upper curvature of right breast.
Hm! Thought Bond.” (Page 75)
The other character of note at this point in the story is Willy Krebs, Drax’s right hand man and ‘persuader.’ He is described as having:
“...an ingratiating voice, and Bond looked into a pale round unhealthy face now split into a stage smile which died almost as Bond noticed it. Bond looked into his eyes. They were like two restless black buttons and they twisted away from Bond’s gaze...
[His] hair was close-cropped so that the skin shone through and [he had a] pale wispy moustache.” (page 79).
Thus far, Gala and Bond both have fleeting suspicions about Drax’s operations, but they have been hard pressed to pin down anything specific. They fear the greatest threat will come from outside, and so the previous day, they inspected the site where the rocket is being developed, checking for security problems. To their surprise and near peril, while inspecting the cliff below the site, a large segment of cliff was (purposefully) sent down upon them. They were lucky to escape with their lives and returned to the base, much to the surprise of Drax and his moustachioed crew (for they are all, mysteriously wearing moustaches, and no I am not making this up). Gala’s suspicions have been heightened by the fact that, every day, after she calculates the trajectory for the rocket (firing plan) using that days weather patterns, she spies Drax and an assistant (Walter) re-calculating the numbers and writing them down into a small black notebook. At first she thinks this is odd, but she has now grown suspicious, she simply must get a hold of the book to see if her numbers and those of Drax are the same and to find an explanation for this strange behaviour. The opportunity presents itself on the day before the test of the rocket, when Drax, along with Krebs and Gala are driving into London to meet with the minister of defence. They prepare to depart the rocket development compound on their way to London...
“Krebs obediently climbed into the narrow back seat behind the driver. He sat sideways, his mackintosh up round his ears, his eyes enigmatically on Bond.
Gala Brand, smart in a dark grey tailor-made coming to just above her knee, silk stockings, seams impeccably straight, a black beret and carrying a lightweight black raincoat and gloves, climbed into the right half of the divided front seat. The wide door closed with the rich double click of a Fabergé box.
No sign passed between Bond and Gala. They had made their plans at a whispered meeting in his room before they hurried out to get to the cars – dinner in London at half-past seven and then back to the house in Bond’s car. Their planning had nearly been overheard by Krebs. Midway through their plans there had come a knock on the door, as Krebs arrived to inform Bond of the time they would be leaving – although they both suspected he had ulterior motives for being there. Gala had been forced to make excuses for her presence, making up a story about a broken lavatory in her room. Krebs had followed her out to Drax’s powerful Mercedes and she had not had time to powder her nose before the long journey to London, let alone properly damage her toilet to corroborate her lie.
She now sat demurely, her hands in her lap and her eyes to the front, as Drax climbed in, pressed the starter, and pulled the gleaming lever on the steering wheel back into third. The car surged away, with hardly a purr from the exhaust and Bond watched is disappear into the trees before he climbed into the Bentley and moved off in leisurely pursuit.
In the hastening Mercedes, Gala busied herself with her thoughts. The night had been uneventful and the morning had been devoted to clearing the launching site of everything that might possibly burn when the Moonraker was fired. Drax had not referred to the events of the previous day and there had been no change in his usual manner. She had prepared her last firing plan while enjoying a hasty breakfast (Drax himself was to do it on the morrow) and as usual Walter had been sent for and through her spy-hole she had seen the figures being entered in Drax’s black book, while she completed her third cup of tea that morning.
It was a hot, sunny day and Drax was driving in his shirt-sleeves. She glanced down and to the left at the top of the little book protruding from his hip-pocket. This drive might be her last chance. Since the evening before she had felt a different person. Perhaps Bond had aroused her competitive spirit, perhaps it was revulsion from playing the secretary too long, perhaps it was the shock of the cliff-fall and the zest of realizing after so many quiet months that she was playing a dangerous game. But now she felt the time had come to take risks. Discovery of the Moonraker’s flight-plan was a routine affair and it would give her personal satisfaction to find out the secret of the black notebook. It would be easy. A fluttering in her chest was but one of the ways her body indicated that this overconfidence was perhaps ill-founded; she also felt a familiar growing urgency elsewhere.
Her chance came, as she had thought it might, in the congested traffic of Maidstone. Drax, intent, was trying to beat the traffic lights at the corner of King Street, and Gabriel’s Hill, but the lane of traffic was too slow and he was checked behind a battered family saloon. Gala could see that when the lights changed he was determined to cut in front of the car in front and teach it a lesson. He was a brilliant driver, but a vindictive and impatient one who was always anxious for any car that held him up to be given something to remember.
As the lights went green he gave a blast on his triple horns, pulled out to the right at the intersection, accelerated brutally and got by, shaking his head angrily at the driver of the saloon as he passed it.
In the middle of this harsh manoeuvre it was natural for Gala to allow herself to be thrown towards him. At the same time her left hand dived under the coat and her fingers touched, felt, and extracted the book in one flow of motion. Then the hand was back in the folds of the coat again and Drax, all his feeling in his feet and hands, was seeing nothing but the traffic ahead and the chances of getting across the zebra outside the Royal Star without hitting two women and a boy who were nearly halfway across it. Gala’s heart pounded as she gripped the notebook.
Now it was only a matter of getting away alone for long enough to read through the book and before Drax noticed it was missing. Gala thought hard, and as if on cue her body provided her with the answer. For some time she had felt the growing urgency, but had initially thought was had come with nerves prior to her manoeuvre. Now she recognized it for the real thing. She was certain that she would be unable to reach London without stopping, and this would provide her with just the opportunity she needed. It was only a question of facing Drax’s frown of rage as with a maidenly but urgent voice she would ask if she could possibly stop for a moment to powder her nose.
A garage would be dangerous. He might decide to fill up with petrol. And perhaps he also carried his money in the hip-pocket. But was there a hotel? Yes, she remembered, the Thomas Wyatt just outside Chatham. Any other driver would have reached Chatham in less than forty-five minutes, but Drax would likely only take twenty, thought Gala. This was well within her capacity and furthermore, and most importantly, it had no petrol pumps. As she worked out her plan, Gala felt her urgency growing and with only a bit of playacting she started to fidget slightly.
Drax, concentrating hard on his driving paid little heed of his squirming secretary as he pulled out of Maidstone and accelerated past ninety on the subsequent straight away of the A229. Drax relaxed his grip on the wheel and shifted as he sped past a white coupe.
Soon, Gala’s fidgeting lost all of its playacting. This shocked her slightly, never before did she forget such basic necessities, and she cursed herself for not taking precautions before leaving. And then she cursed Krebs whose presence that morning had prevented her from doing so, as he had so doggedly followed her from Bond’s room to the big car.
Perhaps she had underestimated how long she could hold out, or perhaps her usual punctuality with such things had not given her the opportunity to build up a strong capacity. Whatever it was Gala felt her need growing, and crossed her legs, her dark grey skirt ridding up slightly as she did so.
She could sense Krebs’ eyes upon her. How often, in her year working for Drax, had she felt his eyes upon her? Perhaps it was the events of the previous day, but she felt that his look had become more cold and calculating. She felt his eyes boring into the back of her head, as if he were trying to read her very mind. At this thought she blushed slightly, imagining the childish thoughts which he would see therein, and praying that only her need and not her crime were write upon her face.
Ten minutes later, as they sped past the outskirts of Walderslade, Gala urgency had grown exponentially. Legs tightly crossed and fidgeting more noticeably, she pulled the coat back on her lap. She cleared her throat.
‘Oh, excuse me, Sir Hugo,’ she said in a strangled voice.
‘Yes. What is it?’
‘I’m terribly sorry, Sir Hugo. But could you possibly stop for just a moment. I want... I mean, I’m terribly sorry but I’d like to powder my nose. It’s terribly stupid of me. I’m so sorry.’
‘Christ,’ said Drax. ‘Why the hell didn’t you ... Oh, yes. Well, all right. Find a place.’ He grumbled on into his moustache, but brought the big car down into the fifties.
‘There’s a hotel just ahead in Chatham,’ said Gala nervously. ‘Thank you so much, Sir Hugo. It was stupid of me. I won’t be a moment.’ The big car continued to slow to forty, now thirty-five. Was it her imagination, or was this uncharacteristic driving on the part of Drax his way of punishing her for the delay, much as he punished other drivers?
At his usually speed they would have reached the hotel in less than five minutes, but as the white coupe passed them at fifty, ten minutes later, they had scarcely reached the outskirts of the town. Gala clenched her teeth and under her jacket, her hand instinctively moved between her tightly squeezed thighs. Her skirt rode up further, revealing a hint of the garter to the greedy eyes of Krebs, from under the edge of her jacket. The pressure built, and Gala cursed her morning tea.
Finally, as Gala felt she approached the point of disgracing herself, the car swerved up to the front of the inn and stopped with a jerk. ‘Hurry up. Hurry up,’ said Drax as Gala, leaving the door of the car open, she rose, hastily pulling down her skirt, and sped obediently across the gravel, as quickly as she could with her thighs pressed tightly together. Her coat with its precious secret held tightly in front of her body.
Gala was forced to stop suddenly as she reached door to the lobby as a wave of urgency washed over her. Her left hand shot between her jacket and skirt and she bent over, as she struggled to hold on. Her right hand reached for support on the edge of the door.
To her mortification, a bellhop, dressed in the customary red blazer of the luxurious hotel approached her inquiringly. He could scarcely be nineteen and his face was pockmarked under a mop of dark brown hair.
‘May I help you madam?’ he queried, looking her over with the appraising eye of an amateur.
‘I... your powered room!’ she pleaded.
Hiding a grin, he indicated the hallway to the left of the grand staircase leading to the restaurant and second floor, which dominated the lobby. Attempting to compose herself, Gala stood up, and removing her hand from betwixt her thighs and took several purposeful steps towards the hall. It was nearly her undoing. She gasped as her body betrayed her, letting loose a momentary trickle into her knickers. She felt the gusset moisten. To her horror a small stream wend its way down her right inner thigh and to the top of her garters. Momentarily regaining control, Gala threw decorum to the wind as she made a mad dash towards the loo. Her left hand pressed firmly between her thighs, pushing hard against the wet gusset of her knickers. Nearly there she once again froze with the shock of another wave of urgenct, right hand supporting her rigid body as she twisted and contorted her legs.
She could feel the warm wetness spreading from the tops of her garters down her thighs as her control abandoned her. She was starting to attract attention, and astounded hotel guests peered down the hallway from the lobby, their whispers carrying down the hall to the struggling Gala.
In other circumstances she would have been mortified, as in her alacrity her skirt had ridden up to a scandalous level, revealing to sodden tops of her stockings, much less crooked seams. Forgetting everything, Gala pelted into the ladies, and rushed into the nearest stall. Hastily she sat, forgetting her already sodden knickers.
After what seemed like ages Gala inspected the damage. Her knickers were sodden. Equally ruined were her stockings, long wet streaks ran their length, and the elastic garters were drenched. She removed both these articles, peeling down the stockings and drying her legs. Frowning deeply she excited the stall, deposited both the ruined articles into the bin, and stood inspecting herself in the mirror over the sink. Luckily her skirt had been spared, a quick inspection revealed only a few damp patches which were fortunately restricted to the inside. She sighed, she was fortunate her accident would not be too obvious, although she doubted there would be much concealing it from her companions in the Mercedes, for neither Drax nor Krebs could fail to miss the seams of her stockings which habitually divided her shapely legs symmetrically.
How could she have humiliated herself in this way, she thought, seeing her blushing face staring back at her in the mirror. She turned to leave, her hand on the handle when she remembered the note book. She hurriedly returned to the stall and snatched open the notebook.
There they were, just as she had thought. On each page, under the date, the neat columns of figures, the atmospheric pressure, the wind velocity, the temperature, just as she had recorded them from the Air Ministry figures. And at the foot of each page the estimated settings for the gyro compasses.
Gala frowned. At a glance she could see that they were entirely different from hers. Drax’s figured simply bore no relation to hers whatsoever.” (Pages 130 – 132)
As carefully as she could she removed specimen page. Folding it carefully she tucked the incriminating slip of paper into her glove. She stowed the note book back into her jacket, and straightening her dress for the last time she hurried out of the loo. Walking quickly down the hall she passed the evidence of her accident, small dark patched on the crimson carpet.
She blushed as she hurried through the lobby, averting the eyes of the gawking bellhop and customers, through the front doors and towards the waiting car. The door of the Mercedes remained ajar as she had left it. It driver clenched the wheel impatiently, and as she padded across the gravel to the big car, she could feel the eyes of both occupants upon her, upon her naked legs and scarlet cheeks.
She regained her seat with eyes downcast, averting the looks of the two men. As she closed the door Drax swung into third and sped off back onto the highway, his speed climbing rapidly. Now all that remained was to replace the note book back into Drax’s pocket before they arrived in London. Gala’s heart raced as she planned her next move...
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Rachel K. |
DISCONTINUED
In this omorashi fanfic (my first) fun and interesting things happen to Kagome XD
oh yea and its supposed to be a epic ongoing story... sort of, just with lots of panties getting urinated by Kagome XD
The girl woke up, she had just had, what was in her opinion, a really weird dream, she had dreamed that she was attacked by a caffeine demon with tentacles, that shot out coke at her, which for whatever reason, dissolved her clothes. She had to admit though, when looking back at her dream, It was quite amusing and she couldn't help but giggle. Anyways, it was now time for her to get out of bed and get dressed, she was glad that all she slept in was panties so she could get dressed very quickly, she took off the old panties and put on clean white cotton panties, followed by her iconic green and white seifuku (school uniform), and as she put it on, she wondered how many more of them was she going to waste in the "warring states" era (1500s), she quickly brushed that thought aside, deciding that it was best to not think about it to much right now, as it would distract her from school work, at well, school. "oh crap school" Kagome thought to herself and then finally looked at the time, if she did not hurry she well be late for it, she had just come back home to the "Heisei" era(the present) and did not want to get any more far behind in school then she already was.
But before she left, she grabbed a small snack and drank some water, said goodbye to everyone and ran out the house, grabbed her bike and was on her way to school, but then she had just realized that she had to go to the toilet, maybe it was not such a good idea to have lots to drink last night after all, but now there was no time for her to stop and turn back, because if she did stop to go she would then be late, besides she could always ask the teacher to go to the toilet once she was at school.
As she rode her bike, pedaling as fast as she could, she was getting more and more desperate with every single push that she made on her bikes pedals, she was now getting worried that she might pee all over her bike before she made it to school... wait she couldn't face school with urinated panties, so if she had an accident, she'd have to go back have home, and what? face her mother, she didn't want her to know that she peed herself, and her younger brother too? That would be too embarrassing for her to survive, heck to embarrassing for her to even think about, so she decided not to think about it. Anyways she could not turn back, she was over half way to school already.
She was almost there, and was glad that she soon could relieve herself in the girls washroom, she could almost even see the school in the distance, when out of the corner of her eye, she saw something, and nearly fell off her bike, what she saw, she did not know exactly what it was, but she knew, it was not normal, it could be a spirit, or even possibly, a demon. What ever it was, it was looking right at her, and she was looking back at it. This demon or whatever it was had glowing white eyes, long hair, similar to a certain dog-demon she knew, but rather then the hair being silver, it was a bright blue with a small tint of green, it wore a white kimono with steel gray armor over it and a white hakama over its legs. It opened its mouth, and began chant something that to her sounded like gibberish, then made some hand signs.
The hand signs created a pentagram which appeared beneath her and her bike, and then, everything got very bright, and she could feel the vast amounts of energy swirling around her, the colors of the energy, were weird, there was energy that was more then one single color at a time, like for example there was some that were blue, red black and white all at the same time, and no I don't mean that the energy was rapidly changing color, but rather it was all those colors all at the same time, and this did not help her bladder at all. "How the heck is this even possible?" Kagome wondered, but the energy then quickly vanished, just as fast a it appeared She fell off her bike onto the concrete on the ground, her "bottom" hitting the floor causing a small whimper to leave her mouth, she was lucky that urine did not leak out of her right here and now, but she knew, that her luck was running out, she could feel it, in her bladder, her bladder that contains her urine.
Kagome stood up, and looked around, she was in what to her looked like a warehouse, she then saw that same demon that she saw earlier, but now its eyes were no longer glowing, so see could now see that the eyes were of yellow color, and now it was no longer the only demon here, the other demons were similar to the first one, some male, others female, they were walking towards Kagome, and she wondered... just what was it, that they wanted from her? This was the first time since she first entered the warring states era, that she was this confused. The demons began to speak amongst each other, and Kagome forgot that she had to pee for a minute, but then felt her now heavy bladder inside her pushing... she could lose this battle any second now... the battle to prevent her white cotton panties from turning a darkened yellow color was getting harder with each and every passing second.
"So this is the girl you summoned here eh?" said one of the demons. "Well she does not look like a priestess me." said the next one. All the demons continued their long conversation, and as they spoke, what ever it was that was keeping Kagome's bladder from emptying... was beginning to fail... She felt the presser on her bladder, it was not the best feeling she ever felt. "Sir what kind of priestess wears a miniskirt? Just what were you thinking when you brought this random girl here?" As they continued to talk, a very small amount of urine leaked, too small to be noticeable, on her pretty white cotton panties, but it would not stay small for much longer... "Its not just the skirt, its all her clothing, shes just an ordinary school girl you idiot!"
And now that which was keeping her from peeing, finally failed... Urine burst out of her, creating a small pool of yellow liquid in her once white panties, a small pool, which would not stay small. The pool of urine in Kagome's panties in just one second grew and urine fell through like a waterfall, onto the floor, her panties began to get darker and yellow from all the urine coming out of her, and soon, 1/3rd of Kagome's panties were full of urine, and then sat down Kagome and just sat there... in her pool of urine, both shocked... and embarrassed... at what she just did, as more urine continued to pour out of her, Now her socks had urine on them as well. To Kagome it seemed as if the torrent of urine would never stop, it just kept coming... Then her bladder was finally emptied... and small amounts of urine dripped off her panties into the puddle of pee beneath her. Kagome then opened her mouth to say "uh Well uh at least nobody that I know saw me urinate though my panties lol..."
TO BE CONTINUED... maybe...
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The English Class had just started:
You are walking into the class door just as the teacher writes English 100 on the black board. It is the first day of classes at the university, and even in high school, you have been trained that you take care of personal business outside of the class hours. Normally, you would have used the toilet before something like this started, but you were lost and just found the room just in time.
"Please find a seat, Miss," the teacher looks at you still standing at the door.
You adjust your head, shift your book bag a bit up on your shoulder, and walk to one of the only two seats still available, right in front of the blackboard staring down the teacher's throat. Your nine-teen year old soft bushy hair falling to your shoulders shining smells of roses and fresh air. Several boys turn their head to watch you as you walk to your seat.
Your jeans are roomy and comfortable, and your purple button down blouse that hides just enough to be modest, but still fashionable enough to hint at the start of the slopes of your breasts pulls off a tasteful seductive picture of innocence. You take your seat and take out your notebook non-challantly crossing your legs at the ankles.
The teacher is dressed in a business suit and has short ear-length brown wild hair. His blue eyes are soft and inviting. He has a white toothy smile, and the rhythm of his words are enticing as he talks about the syllabus of the class. The man smells of fresh air and a hint of old spice.
"Our class will be Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays from 9:40 to 11:30," the man sings through the air in a tenor. "We will start our first lesson with some samples of good writing, and then you will be given a chance to write for me, a descriptive paragraph."
The professor passes out a packet of writings with five different descriptions. You follow along as the teacher reads, his pauses and tenor voice carry the weight of the image, and before you know it, you are imagining a cool crispy spring next to a water fall that drowns out all other sounds. The lush green grass feels so real that your feet seem to feel massaged by the non-existent carpet in the classroom. The sudden chill in the air tickles up your spine, and then realization brings you back to reality as he stops talking and you feel a certain fullness in your bladder.
Many members of the class are watching you, and some of the members are themselves still dreaming of what the teacher had just read.
"Now, your assignment, ladies and gentlemen, is to move me with your words. Describe for me, a very special or sacred place. Let me see it, hear it, and feel it. Show me where you are."
You shift your feet a bit and then look down at your blank paper. It feels so strange being in this predicament. In high school, you would have had to raise your hand, and some teachers would say yes, while others would say no. If you did raise your hand to ask to leave, would the rest of your classmates point at you and call you nerd? Would you become the social outcast? Perhaps you can hold it for a bit longer...
Around you, some students are starting to write. The teacher is now walking about the room, offering advice to people and helping different students get started on their visions. A vision comes to mind as you think. Your favorite place in the world, seems to take shape, but it is only blurry because at least a portion of your concentration is on the small portal down inside your panties that must be kept sealed. further up the tubing, you have to remind your bladder to relax enough to keep from panicking but not enough to let anything start.
The scenery of your favorite place is a perfect representation of your paradise. The weather is perfect, and the sounds and smells are peaceful. The image is implanting itself as you think of it, and then you put your hand to the paper with your pen, and you scratch the first phrase that comes to mind. You look at this phrase with wrinkled brows for somehow, it still does not capture the mood of the place.
Deep within your body, you feel a shivering that is agitating your bladder, and a cold sweat is starting to dampen the roots of your hair. Your mind is clearly on your bladder, and the image you were thinking of is starting to waver. Your stomach is starting feel tight within, and the tubing leading between your bladder and out is starting to feel a little anticipation.
Looking down at your paper once again, trying to proofread and come up with an idea to describe a particular detail of the place, you wonder if you'll ever get two pages out this assignment. The smells and the noises are particularly difficult, and the scene is still sketchy at best. The clock on the wall seems to be slowing down. The class is dragging on.
The teacher comes by your seat, and looks down at your paper.
"Not bad, but perhaps you should try to vary your words a bit more," he gives some helpful criticism which you barely hear through your busy brain.
Your legs are starting to sway some under your desk, and you bite on your pencil as you look at the clock again. It is only 10:30. It will be another hour, if you try to wait it out, and you are not so sure that will be a good idea. You look around at the other students, and no one seems like they have any other interest but to finish the writing they are working on.
You feel a small twinge in your side that has you caught, bending at the waist, trying to catch your breath without letting anything escape through your plumbing. The feeling of a nervous twitch shivers through your legs and your stomach. Other nervous twitches send spasms against the whole of your mound. The rubbing of your legs, causes your pubic hairs to tickle and your kidneys sent sharp signals alerting your brain that they threaten the state of your panties.
A bead of perspiration starts to flow down the left side of your face. Your legs are bouncing up and down and rubbing against each other, pushing your pelvis this way and that, rubbing the the lips of your opening against each other, making secretions of the deepest personal pleasure to seep out. But the shaming warmth is still pinned behind the burning opening of the small clamped hose.
Around you, people are writing or talking with their neighbors about their work. They are sounding out their phrases, but you cannot concentrate on anything but the sharp signals in your sides and the thread like beads of water building in the tube between your bladder and the darkest spaces of your panties.
The clock is reading 10:35, and you feel as though twenty minutes have passed. You feel disappointed as you shift your position trying squeeze your left thigh through your right leg as through one of them is a ghost. The urgency for finding more strength within your muscles is growing, and still you are uncertain if you should be raising your hand, running out of the classroom, or continuing to sit there holding it.
hot moisture in your eyes makes everything blurry and they itch as though they were just waking or as if you had been staring into the driest of environments. The warmth between your legs, the pain in your sides, and the pressure in your mound is agitating. Another bead of perspiration slides down the right side of your face cutting a trail that comes close to your right eye.
Your body is starting to quiver, and your muscles in your growing are starting to waver. You have to do something soon before nature just takes over. The clock is not helping.... 10:37.
Finally, you hands start shaking as one of them starts to raise towards the ceiling. Your face feels extremely warm and your ears burn, but you know you are nearing the end, and to ask would at least be better than letting it flood the floor in the class. You find that your hand is hesitant even in your resolve to do something about it. Would it be rude to just leave the class?
You are starting to scoot back and forth in your chair, rocking a bit of pressure against your hole, and then relaxing it. The pressure there, you are sure that it will keep inside but it feels like too much, and there is a strain that makes it harder to hold it. The pressure relaxed, you are scared of it leaking, but at the same time, the pressure seems to make it feel less urgent. Back and forth, slowly, you rock to tense and relax your muscles.
The teacher is walking around, and doesn't seem to see your hand. You are an adult. You could just speak up, but to say that you are dying to pee so openly and publically, what would your parents or even your friends think of you? How could you get yourself into such a situation to begin with? The questions make you feel so humiliated, that you start to lower your hand subconsciously. Your right hand slips down off of the desk and reaches down to the buttons of your jeans. 10:39.
The banging and rubbing of your knees is increasing in speed and intensity. Your knees are actually banging hard enough that you feel like someone is kicking you. Your hand is now slipping the button through the eye of your button hole to loose your jeans. It is also slipping between your legs, and rubbing against your thighs trying to keep from being indecent, but also make you feel like you are doing something more to hold it in.
The paper in front of your isn't even half full of writing, and your right hand is just now dropping the pencil it had. Your body is starting to visibly shake, and your knees are bouncing, knocking, and rubbing frantically. The pressure is too great to hold back the escape spurts that have forced their way into the tubes past your bladder. The burning of these water spurts feel like thread being pulled through the tight tubing. Your sides are now in enough pain to make sitting straight nearly impossible.
Your right hand shoots into the air, this time much higher as you feel a little squirt push past your tight little hole. It is just a little spurt, but it is enough to cause your sweat on your face to pour two more streams of perspiration down the old river tracks, and your ears burn, and the warmth in your panties lets you know that you have already started to wet.
Finally, at 10:43, the teacher calls on you.
"May I please be excused from class?" You ask looking up at the cute teacher with as much cuteness as you can muster.
"Well, it's usually considered bad form to leave class early." He mutters to you.
"I know, but this really can't wait." You can feel the whiny pain in your voice as another squirt slips past your tight hole and wets the crotch of your panties. Your left hand feels a bit of wetness, and surprise crosses your face as you feel your jeans dampen.
"Well, Please don't make it a habit," the professor says. "I'll see you on Wednesday."
You stand up feeling your ass hoping there is nothing back there to see. Your ass still feels dry, and you start to step quickly towards the class door, the pain in your sides making it hard to hold yourself up with any dignity, and the constant pressure in your growing causing your left hand to stay planted in your crotch. You step through the door at 10:45.
You walk quickly with little steps which allow your knees to stay panted together towards the bathroom. Your hands, both of them, are not planted against your crotch as you drop your bag on the way to the toilet. Your sides are on fire in pain, and the pressure in your tubes are making them feel swollen beyond endurance, and another squ...ir....t, this one longer and river-like, flows out of the faucet wetting your crotch, your inner thighs, and halfway down your legs. 10:46.
At the bathroom door, the corridor full of people watching, you find yourself forced to reach your right hand out from under your crotch, allowing another squ......ir.....t to fill your panties and wet down further getting some of the river to bend around to the backs of your thighs and a thin stream to come towards the front.
Your ears already burning as hot as they can get, and your face as maroon as possible, there is nothing that could make it worse. You stand there, the flood now pouring over your left hand. Squatting to the floor and then sitting at 10:50, you feel the warmth spread out around your butt, soaking your legs, and trailing a shallow stream over the tile floor.
A few people are pointing at you and laughing. A few people are staring in surprise, shock, and maybe in erotic delight. A couple of gentlemen walk up to you, and they offer their hands. One of them gives you a jacket to tie around your waist. And you walk off towards the bus stop with them.
Let your imagination continue this picture if you like. :D
College Girl Stuck in the back Seat on a Long Trip
You wake up in the back seat of your friend's car, the four of you on your way to Disneyland which takes ten hours to get to. Your t-shirt is slightly wrinkled and sweaty from the couple of hours of sleep, and your jeans feel a little tight and warm as well.
Sitting next to you is a tall light brown hair green eye freckled lady of twenty-three years. she also in a t-shirt which is white with LED ZEPLIN written Across the back. Her shirt is also a bit wrinkled riding up her stomach as she sleeps. Her light-blue jeans look nearly new, and her glasses are held loosely in her left hand.
From the front, you can hear the muffled sounds of some country music and the small talk being held by the driver and the other girl in the passenger seat, neither of whom you can get a good look at from your vantage point in the back.
Looking out the side window, you feel a rush of sudden panic as you realize that streets seem too empty and only two lanes going in your direction. Somehow, it felt like you should be on the interstates where there were three or four lanes going in one direction with cars crowded in grid locks so tight that changing lanes would take forever. You call to the front to ask where you are.
"Excuse me," You call to the Front. "Are you sure we are on the right road?"
"Actually," the girl in the passenger seat in front answers. "We were forced to take a detour, and I think we're lost."
"Lost? Can't we pull over for directions?"
"We're going to as soon as we find a place, but so far we haven't seen a stop for the last hour."
The road is now a one lane one direction and one lane the other direction. It is winding around the mountains and rolling up and down smaller hills. All around you, you see beautiful tall trees, carpets of green lush grass in wide fields expanding over shear drops of some of the winding mountain road stretches. Rolling the windows down, you can feel the crisp cool spring air on your face and smell the scent of the approaching spring showers.
You unbutton the button of your jeans and zip them half way down so that they feel a little looser and more comfortable. The scenery is so picturesque, and reaching for a camera would be natural, but your camera is in the trunk a long with some other things you have packed for the exciting weekend away with your friends.
Looking to your left at the sleeping girl with her glasses hanging loosely from her hand and dangerously close to falling, you see that her left hand is now slipped in between her closed legs. Worried about her glasses, you carefully lift them from her and put them behind you on the shelf between the back of the seat and the rear window that overlooks the trunk.
The road continues to wind through the mountains and shows no sign of relenting to anyplace with any civilization. Your bladder begins to feel a little full, but you have always been private about saying things about your personal needs unless you are close enough to someplace to do something about them. It was obvious that you were in no place to take care of it, so you just sit back and look out the window admiring the beautiful work of nature.
The girl next to you starts to stir, and her eyes flutter a bit before opening to the light of the bright afternoon. Her hand is digging a bit into her crotch, and you wonder if she is close to cumming from touching in her sleep. You blush and look away.
"Where are we?" she asks as her hand digs in a bit more into her jeans.
"I don't know," You reply. "They had to take a side road a while ago, and I think we're lost."
You are beginning to wonder how long you can sit leaning back and trying to ignore the strengthening signs of your bladder. It is obvious that the girl next to you is not only digging in, but is starting to squirm a bit because of the same discomfort. You can do nothing for her, and you wonder if she is over-acting, or if she is closer to having an accident than you are. Her right hand feels around the back of the seat, over the shelf until she finds her spectacles and fumbling with them a bit, she puts them on her face. It seems quite a trick to do with only one hand, but she was either unwilling to or unable to take her left hand from her growing.
"As soon as you can," she finally says to the front. "Pull over even if there is not building. I've got to get out of this car before something bad happens."
"There isn't anyplace to pull over," the driver tells her from the front. "What's so urgent?"
"I'm going to pee my pants if I don't go soon," she says just loud enough for everyone to hear, her face blushing."
Your face blushes too. You think you might have to go just as badly, but you are too nervous to admit it at first. Now that she has said something about it, you whisper that you might have to pee too. The other girls in the car say that you sound cute when you say it. The driver says that she understands, and as soon as she can, she'll find a place to pull over for you two.
Time seems to pass very slowly or you maybe actually driving for hours, it is hard to tell, but your filling bladder is starting to complain a bit louder. You are getting some throbbing motions in your tummy, and your legs are starting to tighten and close a bit closer together. The girl to your left, is now bouncing her legs up and down, her knees rubbing, and her face contorted in worry as she looks at the unyielding road that has a steep bank of dirt on one side of the road, a narrow lane for cars going in the opposite direction, and a sheer drop after that. It is obvious that there is no place to even pull to the side of the road.
Several more minutes pass before you find yourself also putting your own hand down between your tightly closed legs and rubbing at your jeans crotch trying to sooth the burning desire that is trapped by the tightly sealed portal below. Up in the tubing, it is possible that little driblets of soldiers are lined up just behind the bladder gate, waiting for it to give the slightest so they can march down the tunnel to freedom.
The road starts to level off for the third time since waking up, and you hope it means a stopmight be coming up soon. You are digging your fingers in so much, it looks like you are starting to play with yourself. The first little bit of moisture is seeming to seep through but you don't feel it leaking. Your legs are bouncing frantically. You are scared. It won't be much longer.
On your left, the girl is rocking back and forth and is starting to show tear streaks down herface. Both of her hands are digging in hard, and her legs are squeezing her hands to the point it is a wonder she can even get her hands down there. Her body is shaking. Sweat is beading along her hair line. You blush as she notices you looking and she blushes even more. It is getting too late.
Suddenly
You see a small glistening patch creep from under her butt at first.
It starts to grow.
She then starts hissing into her pants so loud you hear it.
Your bladder gives way...
and you ...
P...............e.........................e..................... through your pants.
No one in the front yet notices that you two are wet, and you both stay quiet scared to say anything.
The Interview of a young girl
Today is one of the most important days of your life.
The landlord's patience was wearing thin as he was a typical Christian who did not believe in flaunting extra marital benefits of any kind, and instead of listening to your side or trying to understand, he just decided he didn't like you. It was really none of his business what you did or didn't do as long as you paid the rent, but then again, the lease was not even in your name, but in the names of the three guys you were staying with.
The ice was very thin, and even the three guys were being threatened with an eviction if they didn't get rid of you. You could move back home, but then your self-righteous father would be proven right, and women should not be on their own, but should stay with their parents until marriage. You couldn't face your parents if you had to put up with him being right. No, you had to find a way to make it on your own. You finally found a place that not only promised you a room and board, but also a job as an assistant, and no experience was even necessary.
You had been out of college just about six months, but there didn't seem to be any jobs in the field of electrical maintenance at this time. You were very smart, and had a couple of back up degrees, but even they were of no help in the disastrous economy left by the former or the current presidents.
Finally, someone was going consider you for employment, but you'd have to make a really good impression on the interviewer or interviewing team. You would have to dress sharply, and you would have to sound like you know what you were talking about. No big deal, right? What could an assistant really need to know? You call the number in the paper, nervously shaking your feet under the breakfast table, still in your night shirt that hung well near your knees.
"Steven's English Enterprises," a young male's voice answers the phone as your heart races even faster hoping you dialed the number right. "How may I help you today?"
"I-I'm looking for work, and I found your interesting ad in the morning's paper," you answer nervously, your legs kind of dancing under the table with anticipation hoping he'll see you. "It says you need an assistant, and that no experience was actually preferred?"
"Yes, that's right. When would you be available for an interview?"
"I could be there in about an hour and a half if you like."
"Great. Please bring a resume with you and wear something comfortable because you'll be around kids. I don't think a long skirt or dress would be a good idea, nor would expensive dress pants. Just wear really nice jeans or a kind of a short skirt."
"Wow, really?"
"Trust me, you'll find out why over dressing for this job would be a bad idea once you meet some of the students. So, I'll see you in about an hour or so?"
"Su--sure," you a breathing a bit heavy and your foot under the table was picking up speed as the heel of it tapped the floor. You finish your coffee and then run upstairs to find something nice to wear to the meeting. Over the course of the last five years, you have gotten nothing new to wear because you were determined to show your father that he was wrong, and that you didn't need his support since going away to college.
Looking through the clothes, you finally decide on a blouse that is red and white and very short skirt that is dark blue. Bending down to get your black high heels on, you notice that your skirt sort of rides up some showing your not so white panties, but you smooth it back down, and just decide not to do too much bending over while you are talking. This was really the only nice enough clothes for an interview that you had anyway.
You grab a resume paper from the top of the stack you have already prepared over the last few days, and without a backwards glance, you start towards the bus stop that will take you to the middle of town. A hundred questions and ideas are racing through your mind as the bus stops and goes letting on and off passengers. You don't even remember waiting for the bus, or who was even at the bus stop with you. You just know that the bus is now moving.
You pull out your make up mirror from your purse and look at your face yet again for the third time this morning, but it looks very professional and simple. You dare not add anymore color, though it still feels like something was missing. Your blouse is a bit faded, but it was the best you had, and your skirt at least, still looks like it could pass as almost being new. The bus keeps winding its way down the streets towards the terminal where you will catch another bus.
There is a sensation from your stomach, but you ignore it. You know you are really nervous, and stage fright though this obviously was, a lot more was in the balance than just a terrible performance. This job seemed like the only one you might be able to get in a very long time due to the hard times. You needed this job. You also needed to be out by the end of this week or the landlord would evict everyone, and you wouldn't have anywhere to go except back home.
You arrive at what looks like a small apartment building with Steve's English School written on the outside windows. A lot is riding on this appointment, and it makes your body jittery. On top of that, you haven't been to the bathroom since early this morning. You nervously stand in front of the door, straighten your blouse and skirt a bit, and then ring the door bell.
A man with a bushy moustache, a button down brown and white lined shirt, and brown trousers answers the door. He has barely any hair on the top of his head, but down the sides and in back, it is as if someone took a bowl and cut off all the hair on top only.
"Please come in," he addresses you by name. "So you are here about the assistant position?"
"Yes sir."
Your bladder is starting to fill a bit full, and as you walk into the apartment for the English classes, you see four double seated desks for up to eight students at a time, all with a computer screen in front of them. Behind the desks, there is loft with a ladder leading up eight steps to get into the crawl space above.
Under the loft is a small ice box and a small kitchenette area with a small round table and a coffee pot. There are two main windows looking out of the room, and there is a white board in front of the desks. To the one side, along the wall, there is the teacher's computer, from where Steve can direct what the students see on their computer screens.
"So, can you tell me about your experience as a teacher?"
"I... um... don't have any," you reply seriously nervous that this might have been a waste of time.
"Oh, that's good," Steve reassures you. "I was looking for someone that isn't too set her own ways of teaching. So, if I were to leave you with some children on your own for a few minutes, how many do you think you could handle at once. In general, children will be trying to get your attention, running around, and basically trying to play around. Keeping that in mind, realistically, how many kids can you handle on your own say for an hour if you had to?"
The matter between your legs is starting to become a bit urgent now, and you are starting to find it a bit hard to concentrate as you try to focus on Steve's questions, and listen carefully to what he is looking for in an assistant English teacher. Your inner thighs are ever so slightly, to avoid drawing too much attention, vibrating against each other. It is an easy matter to hide as you are sitting at one of the children's desks with your short skirt slightly exposing your panties beneath.
"I will need someone that can watch the kids when I need to do something important, and I will need someone that can help make teaching materials with me. Can you type?"
Your bladder is pulsing. There is a very noticeable feeling within your tubing like a thin thread being pulled down the narrow passages towards the opening on the outside. Your sides are hurting from holding it, and the leaking will start at any moment. You can't stand it any longer and you try to be as polite as possible as you interrupt Steve.
"Excuse me, sir? Um... Can you please excuse me for just a minute?"
"Why? You are in an interview. Don't you want this job?"
"I do... it's just... I have to pee."
"Normally, if you get up in the middle of an interview, even for something like that, your application is not looked at seriously."
"I know. But this is really an emergency. It really can't be helped."
As you sit there waiting for an answer, you feel a little give way, because your muscles are tired. You feel a little squirt into your panties, and the shock of it makes your eyes get big like silver dollars and your face to flush a deep mortifying red.
"Well, the interview is almost over. I suppose if you can't get through the interview..." Steve left the rest unsaid.
Nervous that he was going to put your application away like he had mentioned, you try to save the interview. "No, it's okay. I can wait a couple more minutes, I think."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'll try to wait."
"Well, there is just one last question. If you are alone with a few little kids, and I had to be away, are you going to leave them unattended, like if something like this had happened at that time?"
"No, I promise, I won't."
"Please come here."
You stand up and walk over to Steve feeling a little nervous and hoping you might get the job. Despite his very business-like tone, and his somewhat sadistic authoritative manner in keeping you there when he knew you had to pee, there was something about him that you liked. You also knew that this job would be something you could do.
Your legs are tight together, and you are almost shuffling to get in front of him. Your body is fidgeting badly, and you feel goosebumps running up and down your arms. There is a chill that crawls down your spine. Your eyes are staring into his, and you are barely hearing his words.
"You trust me, don't you?"
You nod.
"How bad do you want this job?"
"I'd like to work here, pretty badly," you admit.
"I have to check something. I want to know how much you need this job, and since you were going to interrupt the interview, I have to see if it was worth it."
"What does that mean?"
"I have to check to see if you really can't hold it much longer."
"How are you going to do that?"
Your body is quivers partly in shock at the conversation, partly in fear at what he might be about to do, and partly in excitement that he might discover your panties are a bit damp.
He reaches his hand up by your skirt.
"Just relax and let me check."
You feel another squirt slip past your struggling wet lips below, and though it was only a micro-burst, it felt like it was forever from the point that the hole started to open again pushing a bit out, to the point that your body cut the stream off, painfully causing the flood inside to slosh back. Your hands were now up under your skirt lifting it to the point he could see your dingy white panties, which were stained a bit yellow around where your hands are.
"You really are starting to pee yourself?" he boldly asks.
You nod hoping he'll let you go.
"Then go to the bathroom, and then report to work tomorrow at 8:30."
You walk out of his office, the pee starting to slip past again, this time slowly leaking bit by bit through your panties and down your legs. It is already too late to get to the bathroom. You can feel it going down your legs, so you just run out of the school and up the street some hoping he didn't realize you were wetting your panties anyway even though he let you go. You walk to the bus, with the pee finally starting to drip dry from your panties. |
Sarah arrived home late in the evening. She went to her room, took off her bright blue jeans keeping on her a white T-shirt and her white cotton panties, and collapsed in the bed where she fell asleep in a matter of seconds. It was a dreamless sleep, she was probably too tired to have dreams.
She opened her eyes a little bit, an airplane passed above her house, half waking her from her sleep. "Funny, there is no airport nearby." she thought while unconsciously putting her right hand's fingers against her crotch. Her bladder was slowly filling up, not emptied the night before. She then continued on with her sleep, dreaming about being on a really long plane flight, worrying about her bladder that was giving the first signs of needing attention.
She woke up with a startle, she didn't remember anything that happened yesterday. She slowly got up from her bed, trying to make out the place she was in. It was her house, messy as always. She got up, removed her white T-shirt while noticing the need of a morning pee, slightly more urgent than everyday's morning reliever. She put on her yellow T-shirt and looked at the clock to see how long before she had to meet her friend Ellie. She jumped seeing she was already 20 minutes late. She overslept, again, Ellie was probably gonna ignore her after this, since Sarah was late anytime them two wanted to meet up. She threw on her the jeans she wore yesterday, some shoes and leaped through the door of her house quickly locking behind her. She hesitated for a moment, remembering about her need to pee. She ignored it and started running towards the park, where she was supposed to meet Ellie. She reached the park, but no one was there. She looked around and saw Ellie leaving on one of the side roads.
"I'm one lucky bastard" Sarah thought, and then proceeded running after Ellie.
The two were probably two of the sexiest girls you've ever seen. Sarah, slim, sexy, petite, brunette; and Ellie, the copy of Sarah but a little shorter and blonde. Sarah reached Ellie exactly when Ellie turned around to see who was running behind her. She gave Sarah a harsh look while turning around continuing her walk. She was wearing a nice pair of jean shorts and a cyan T-shirt, perfect for any guy to admire.
"Look, I'm sorry, that's how I am, I am always late." Sarah started.
"Pfft, what's your excuse this time?"
"Oversleeping?" Sarah said, not sure if she meant it as an answer or as a question. Ellie came towards Sarah looking like she's not gonna fuss about it.
"I bought two coffees, but because you didn't come I ended up drinking both of them. Do you want to do anything in particular or do you want to come along to where I was heading now. We can take my car, I parked it right in front of the park."
"Since I came late, I think we should do whatever you want, so let's go." Sarah said while heading towards the parking lot, not waiting for a response.
The two entered the car, a beautiful sport car. "I just hope we are going to a place with toilets" Sarah though while getting into the car.
"So where to?" Sarah asked, while shifting a little bit, finding a more comfortable place. The jeans were pressing against her bladder, making her position to be uncomfortable any way she kept her legs or body. But as she was enjoying it and forcing herself in desperate situations quite often, she didn't mind it too much.
“We will first pass to Starbucks, to get you a coffee, and I could use an ice tea for the road." Ellie said while driving off.
"Yes, I will also get an ice tea for the road."
They got at Starbucks, bought a coffee and two ice teas, Sarah gulped the coffee down the throat and off they went. Ellie took the main road out of the city while taking small sips from her iced tea.
"Where are we going to go exactly?" Sarah said in disbelief.
"You will see, we"ll be there in about 30 minutes" Ellie responded. That was no problem for Sarah, she had a pretty decent bladder and a lot of training, but she wasn't worried about the ride, she was worried about where the ride led. After a while Sarah opened her ice tea bottle and started sipping from it, but under measure. She could already fill her bladder filling because of the coffee. She looked at Ellie, who was talking continuously, wondering what the two coffees she had before getting into the car were doing inside her bladder. She then observed a detail she has missed until now, her ice tea was still 3/4 full, and she didn't take any sip from it for the last 5 minutes. She also stopped drinking from the ice tea and wondered how Ellie was doing. She didn't give away any sign of desperation, neither did she, but her bladder was probably half full.
The car took a mountain road on the right, moving towards a forestry mountain she knew Ellie spend her time travelling. It was funny how her best friend liked the nature so much, but never showed it when hanging out in clubs. She could adapt to any situation.
After about 10 more minutes of usual chattering, the car parked near a hike road that led up the mountains. Ellie stopped the car, took two bags from the backseat Sarah didn't notice until then and said:
"I want to show you a place I completely adore, no bears, no storms, don't worry about anything. Just don't fall behind." As soon as she finished saying that, she started walking up the hill, really motivated with the bag on her back.
“So no bathrooms, but bushes, that’s fine” Sarah said, while a smile appeared on her face, knowing that she could just squat any time she wished. After about 20 minutes of walking, Sarah could now feel her bladder pressing against her tight jeans, making her a little bit desperate as she walked. They reached a forest, that’s when Sarah started talking about it:
“Can you wait for me a little bit? I kinda need to check those bushes over there”
“Yes, me too, I shouldn’t have drank that two coffees, and also I drank a tea before picking you up.” Ellie said, looking suspicious at Sarah. “How long can you still hold it?”
“About three hours if I really want to, what do you have in mind?”
“A contest, and the loser gets to carry the luggage back down. I am probably at the same state as you, didn’t get to pee in the morning due to the idiot workers who didn’t repair my toilet.”
“Deal.” Sarah responded” she wanted to know a lot more about Ellie’s interest in a holding contest, so she continued the conversation.
“Where did you come up with the idea of a holding contest?” Sarah started. “I mean, it is not a thing you do everyday.” Sarah smiled at the irony of the situation.
“Well, my ex boyfriend and I used to do this while hiking this exact mountain, so I got into the habit.” Ellie stopped for a moment looked down at her bladder and massaged it a bit. “Is it weird?”
“Not at all, not at all, I kinda enjoy it” Sarah responded, while crossing her legs, waiting for Ellie to continue walking. Crossing her legs really helped her hold on, she felt her urethra close without effort, but was aware of the liquid that was still making way into her bladder.
“I’m thirsty, do you have your ice tea?” Ellie asked, with an evil smile on her face.
“Of course, in my bag” then they proceeded drinking the two ice teas the brought with them, followed by a loud “aah” sort of thing. Both of them were enjoying what they were doing, being outside with an increasing urge to pee. And they were determined to win this contest. As they walked more and more through the calm forest, they could feel the liquid make its way into the bladder and then the bladder begging for some help. The walk was making it even more difficult to hold the water in, and the two girls didn’t want to show how badly they needed to pee.
“All right, here are the rules me and Jake had when we played this: every time you want to take a break you have to drink something so it is better if you keep moving instead of taking a break and squirming around. You lose if you completely lose control or if you start leaking before we get to the top. No tickling or anything of that kind, it is quite stupid.” Ellie said, she looked at Sarah who was walking besides her, her tight blue jeans obviously pressing against her bladder, which by now had a visible bulge. She seemed perfectly calm and in control though. Sarah looked at her and nodded. They walked some more, Ellie getting worried she would last till the top without losing it. Her shorts were so tight her bladder was in agony. She unbuttoned them and made a relief sound that caught Sarah’s attention, Sarah looked at the unbuttoned short jeans and said:
“Button that up, it would be too easy like that”. Ellie looked at Sarah for a moment and then while walking she buttoned her short jeans while gritting her teeth. She pressed her tights together and continued on with the walk. After 20 minutes or so they stopped and had another drink, the bags Ellie brought has around 3 bottles full of water that needed to be finished.
I don't know if I'm going to finish this, exams are on their way. If anyone is interested please contact me for permission to continue. |
Mr. Tannen looked sternly at Laura. "If you reach for that handle before I come about to let you out, you will not like the consequence."
Laura rolled her eyes, but didn't open the door.
Around the car, Mr. Tannen strolled watching through the front glass the whole way.
He opened the car door and reached out his hand.
"What do you want?" she looked up at him, looking like she'd like to kick him.
"Come out of the car, and hold my hand."
"I'm not a little kid. I can walk without holding hands."
"You'll do as you are told, or I'll carry you like you're a toddler."
"You wouldn't dare."
"You want to try me?"
"No," she held her head down and reluctantly gave him her hand.
They walked into the restaurant and were seated almost immediately.
He turned the menu to the middle with only main dishes and told Laura
that she could order anything on that page.
"Sure, just gruel, right?"
"Look, either you can order, or I'll do it."
"Why don't you surprise me?"
"Whether you order it, or you accept what I give you, you eat everything, understand?"
Laura nodded.
Mr. Tannen ordered some steak, potatoes, green beans, and corn with a side of corn bread. To drink, she had some milk.
They ate in silence.
(part 3)
As they finished the meal, Laura felt a twinge in her bladder. She started to stand up.
"Where do you think you are going?" he demanded of her.
"Relax. I'm just going to the lady's room."
"No, you are not. Not here."
"Why?"
"Because you are my responsibility, and I can't make sure you are safe if you go right here."
"Come on, are you serious?"
Mr. Tannen nodded.
"Fine," she folded her arms. "I'll wait."
Mr. Tannen paid the bill, and then reached for her hand.
"Oh, not this again," she muttered aloud. "I'm not going to hold your hand every time we go somewhere."
"You will, if you don't want to be in trouble."
"I don't think you can do anything about it here."
Mr. Tannen started to pick her up. He was a bit large, and she was small enough.
"Put me down," she started to yell.
"Can I get some help?" Mr. TAnnen called to the people that sat nearby. "I have a misbehaving teen, and apparently I'm going to have to carry her to the car."
"You... you," Laura panted with frustration.
"Well, are you going to behave, or do I get others to help me carry you?"
"I'll be good."
She reached her hand out, though she frowned and mumbled under her breath.
"Sorry everyone," Mr. Tannen stated. "I think she's going to behave now."
They walked out to the car hand in hand, but Laura was definitely not happy about it. Mr. Tannen knew that she was thinking of revenge, and he knew he had to break her of that. They started to drive off.
To Laura's dismay, they were not going anywhere, close, but realized he had gotten out on a country road.
"Where are we going?" she demanded.
(More to come soon)
"We are going to my cabin," he replied.
"How far is it?" Laura was starting to wiggle in her seat.
"Not far," Mr. Tannen winked.
"Please tell me?"
"It's about two hours down the road."
"I can't wait two hours," she whispered as she shook.
"What was that?"
"Nothing," she said briskly. "Nothing at all."
They drove up the mountain, the scenery getting vividly green and clear. The road over looked chasms from time to time, so that Laura could catch the breadth of the beauty of nature. There would be a field of green below with trees and bushes hiding just enough of it to make it look mysteriously magical. Her eyes took in the wonder, but her legs were wiggling and doing their own wondering, of when he was going to stop.
On the side of the road, please?
The car went deeper into the mountains past any recognition of civilization and soon, Laura realized that no matter where the man stopped, no one would be around to see it. Her pee hole felt as though it was on fire from need, and she had to rub her legs together to feel like she massaging or caressing it with tenderness to let it know to just wait a few minutes longer. She knew she'd be past her endurance at any point now.
Laura could feel the light blue jeans pressing against her bulging bladder, and she had sweat particles beading on her forehead with the effort of rubbing her legs together, banging her knees so hard that they hurt, and squeezing her left hand into the crotch of her jeans to try to keep pressure on her vagina.
"When can we stop?" She asked Mr. Tannen.
"My cabin is still about another forty-five minutes drive," he replied.
"No, I can't wait that long," Laura gave him an evil eye. "Why don't you just pull over and let me go right here?"
"I'll let you go a little further up in the mountains where I am sure no one will see you if you go."
"No one can see me here," Laura had tears starting to build up in her eyes.
"You heard," Mr. Tannen replied trying to sound indifferent to the girl's need.
There was a tear in the young girl's eye, but Mr. Tannen kept driving.
"I promise, I'll do anything," she gasped, holding herself in front of him and wiggling violently. "I'll do anything just let me get out and pee. Please?"
"You pee on the road like an animal?"
"Better than in my pants like one," she replied but tried to smile sweetly.
"You are willing to let walk you to where it's safe and do as you are told?"
Laura nodded.
Mr. Tannen pulled the car to the side of the road... |
It's been too long ago since I posted here (I've been busy writing a Dutch story, but that's not something for this forum... and currently I'm writing another English one, but I don't know when that will be finished)!
But, I still had an unpublished English story; I originally wrote it for the Writing competition that never took off :( It's a shame it never did anyway, maybe we should give it another shot sometime ;)
But anyway. I don't want to let this go to waste, so here it is! Enjoy, people.
A STRANGE DAY AT THE MALL
Shana had to pee bad. She couldn't even remember the last time she had been in the bathroom, it was that long ago. The only thing she felt was an enormous pressure in her lower abdomen. Why wasn't she looking for a toilet? She blinked again, and opened her eyes. She was standing in a fitting room, watching herself in the mirror. Suddenly she remembered; she was at a clothing store, in the mall nearby her town. Yes, just a week ago she had been in this exact same fitting room with Kathleen, trying on new clothing. Oh, she had to go to the bathroom SO bad!
She grabbed her crotch with her right hand, just to check that everything was still dry, and to her own surprise, she noticed that she was only wearing a pair of lace panties. They felt sweaty, too. There also was a small plastic hygienic strip in her panties, pressing against her labia. They were brand new, but Shana couldn't find an anti-theft device - apparently she had bought them already.
She stared at herself in the mirror, while anxiously pressing her legs together to make sure not a single drop of urine could escape from her body. The plastic strip in her panties crumpled, but Shana didn't even feel it; the attention that her bladder demanded was so much bigger. She inspected the rest from her body; apparently she was also bare-footed. She looked up and gazed at her long legs. Her knees were knocking together, gently but noticeable. Her tight black panties shifted back and forth, together with the movements of her firm butt. A matching bra covered her B75-sized breasts, and Shana swore she could see her erect nipples trough the thin fabric. Shana was a blonde, and an attractive one, too.
She closed her eyes, and felt her bladder, strongly pressing on her tummy. That was all she could think about. "Mmm, I gotta pee!" She tried to resume. Ok, she was standing her in her underwear - she didn't even wear socks - and she had to go to the bathroom, bad. Real bad. "Why am I standing here anyway?" she wondered. "I probably wanted to try this lingerie on. But why didn't I go to the bathroom before? I'm probably holding my pee for hours, I have to go so bad!" She couldn't find an answer, but actually she didn't care either. "Doesn't matter, I just have to put my clothes on, and get the hell out of here! I need a pee!"
She closed and opened her eyes again, and took a deep breath. She reached for the coat hanger, to take her clothes, but there weren't any clothes on the hanger. She looked around in the fitting room. No clothes on the ground, no clothes on the chair. There was nothing in the fitting room, except for herself and her lace underwear. Her bladder spasmed. "Mmmmm, I have to go, come on!" She pressed her hand in her crotch again, harder this time. "Think, Shana, think!" But she couldn't think of anything. While her hand still between her legs, she cautiously opened the curtain of the fitting room, and looked into the store. The store was filled with strangers, but she couldn't see Kathleen. She closed the curtain again, and sat on the chair. "Oh my God! I have to pee!"
She felt her heart pounding in her throat. "Mmmm, now what?" She panicked a little. She had to get out of here. But how? She didn't have any clothes to wear! She had to find a bathroom, before it would be too late. But then again; how? Staying here wasn't an option. "Oh Jezus!" Her heavy breathing stopped for a second or five. The pressure in her bladder was huge! She stood up, and pressed her sweaty hand between her legs once again. Shana stared at herself in the mirror. Well, she wasn't completely naked, so that was something. "Why didn't i go to the bathroom before? I should have gone minutes ago! Mmmm, i have to go pee somewhere, NOW!"
"Ok Shana, you can do this, just overcome your shame!" Slowly she opened the curtain again, and she saw the first people staring at her. It was a normal reaction off course, after all, this young girl was standing in an clothing store, only wearing a sexy lingerie set. "There, a rack full of clothing! Take the first thing you see and put it on!" Shana sprinted to the rack, took some blue mini shorts and a white t-shirt, and ran back into the fitting room. She bent down to put on the shorts, and squeezed her bladder together while doing that. "Please, hold it, don't pee your pants!" She pressed her fingers against the fabric of the lace panties, and pulled the shorts up. But immediately she noticed the anti-theft device pressing against her leg.
"Right, right, these clothes are secured! But oh, I have to pee so bad! I'll just buy them! But wait... I don't have any money with me? Shit! Think Shana! Maybe I can just run past security, and steal the clothes? But maybe... probably they'll catch me. And if they arrest me, when will I be able to go to the bathroom then? Oh, my bladder is killing me! Whatever you do, Shana, don't flood your panties! Oh, but I DO have to pee!"
She pressed her hand between her legs, trough the blue short, to be able to hold her pee inside her. "Oh, I need a white, shiny toilet!" She realised that keeping the shorts on wasn't an option, if she wanted to get out of the store. She pulled down the shorts, and left them on the ground. So, she was standing in underwear again, ashamed, humiliated. "Why does no-one help me?"
She felt her bladder stinging, and decided to move on, running towards the exit of the store.
"If I do it fast, I can make it! Just go to the right, and then the second aisle to the left!" She remembered where the toilets were from the week before. She felt the cold tiles under her bare feet, and shivered. She felt the cold running trough her legs, to her bladder, and she felt that a little trickle was ready to escape. She tried to hold her pee by pushing her both hands into her crotch, and by jumping up and down on her left leg. "Oh no, oh no, not here! Shana, we're almost there! But i have to pee - oh so bad!" Her prayers didn't help her very much, because her bladder became more painful by the second. She pressed even harder against her private parts with her ten fingers, but she couldn't help it; she felt a big wave of emotions running trough her entire body. For a moment she thought that she had lost it, but then realised that she had regained control over her bladder. Her fingers were a bit wet by the small amount of urine that had escaped from her bladder, and Shana looked down. There was a little wet spot on her panties, but it was hardly noticeable. Shana looked up again, and saw that people were staring at her. But it wasn't over yet. "MMMmmmmm, I have to pee!" She kept both hands between her legs, and started running again. "I can't hold it any longer, I can't hold it any longer... mmmmm!" Fortunately, relief was in sight. Just another few meters. "We're almost there, hold on!" Shana almost peed in her pants, thinking about a bathroom. She ran past familiar stores, as fast as she could - the hands between her legs were slowing her down. She kept running and running and running, and she ran past tons of stores, but she didn't see the toilets anywhere. She just kept running, but suddenly the aisle came to an end. "Oh, I have to peeeee, NOW! No, not now, I should have gone ages ago! Why am I still not in the bathroom?" Shana stopped, and did a wild pee-pee dance. She was sure that the bathroom was located in this aisle! Maybe she missed it? "Yes, that's probably it," she thought to herself, "I just ran past it! Oh fuck! Why now? I need to go SO bad!"
Shana swallowed, and started to run again in the other direction. She managed to do so for another ten meters, until she froze in the middle of the aisle. She couldn't run any further; Shana was breathless and powerless. Her bladder simply needed all her powers, and even worse; it was about to give up. "Oh, i have to pee, somewhere, now!" She gritted her teeth, and violently pushed her hands into her crotch. As hard as she could, she squeezed her private parts, through her panties. Shana couldn't think anymore. She clenched her trembling fingers, yet again. But it didn't help, no matter how hard she pressed; the plastic strip was still in her panties, and because of that strip, she couldn't press her pee hole directly. Shana's time was almost up. She had nowhere to go. She leaned against the concrete wall, and crouched down. She sobbed. "Pp, ppp... peeee!" She clenched her fingers again, but the plastic strip was still bothering her. She tried to get it out of her panties, but failed. Another wave of pain was going trough her body. "Forget about the plastic strip," she thought. She pressed her panties to the left of her bikini line, so that she could touch her genitals directly. She knew that everyone could see her private parts in full glory, and she started crying. It was just too embarrassing.
She pressed her middle finger between her two lips, and felt a bit of wetness from her first spurt. The plastic strip came loose, and Shana tried to pull her panties back, so that her private parts would be covered again.
She released the pressure from her fingers to slide the fabric back, and again she felt her bladder throbbing violently. The pain took her breath away. A big yellow flow escaped from Shana's bladder, as she loosened the pressure on her pee hole. Her fingers became wet, and the released pee created a small stain on her panties. "I can't hold it any longer, i can't hold it any longer!" She tried everything she could to stop the flow, and she managed to do so for a few seconds. She pushed the fabric of her panties aside again, and pressed her fingers onto her bare lips. At that moment, Shana looked up.
There it was. In the middle of the aisle, just two meters from her. A big shiny toilet bowl. The toilet seat was down, the lit was up. It was just standing there, ready to be used. The bowl was on a platform, four white stairs up. Shana didn't hesitate. She stood up, but felt another spasm going trough her bladder. It was too late. She felt a little leak coming out of her pee hole, flowing against the finger that was pressing the sensitive spot. She walked to the platform, and the little leak became a small stream, tickling against her fingers. She tried to squeeze herself as hard as she could, but it didn't help. Her fingers compelled; harder, faster, stronger.
A little trickle poured past her fingers, but she could stop the big stream, at least for now. She stepped onto the first stair, and lost her balance; she pulled her hand away from her crotch, to make sure she didn't fall. She grabbed the handrail and recovered her balance, but her legs where wide open now, and she had left her pee hole unattended. There was nothing physical anymore that stopped Shana from peeing, and she knew it. A big yellow stream left her body, and there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't try to place her hand back; the only thing she tried, was getting on the toilet as fast as possible. She heard how the trickling sound became louder, and the jet of pee splashed on the stairs, since her panties were still placed sideways. Big yellow drops sprinkled on her feet, but she was almost there. She tried to get on the toilet seat as fast as she could, and the stream followed her movements; onto the floor, onto the seat, and eventually into the bowl. Shana's panties became wet, and she felt the moisture creeping into her butt crack, but oh, finally she could release her pee! And it was in a toilet too! The feeling was amazing...
"MMmmmmm... That was close!" Shana thought, relieved. Suddenly she felt something bumping against her arm. "Shana, Shana!" Someone was calling her, but the call was very faint. The image of the toilet faded, and Shana's vision disappeared.
"Shana, Shana, wake up!", she heard the call again, louder this time. Shana slowly opened her eyes, and the face of Kathleen appeared before her. "Shana, wake up!" Shana didn't realise what was going on, and asked: "Where... where am I?" Kathleen didn't answer her question directly, but was shouting instead. "Shana, you are peeing the bed!"
"The bed?", Shana asked, "but then..." Immediately, she grabbed her crotch and felt the wet panties in her hand. Pee was still pouring from her body, and the little stream tickled her fingers. She realised what she was doing, and the feeling of relief faded away. Shana felt the tears welling up in her eyes; she was so ashamed of herself! "Ka... kath... leen... I... I", she sobbed. The last drops of pee were pouring past her fingers, as Kathleen turned on the lights and pulled the sheets away. She indignantly pointed at the wet sheets. "Look what you have done! You've soaked the bed!"
"So... sorry", Shana sobbed, "I..."
She covered her face with her hands, and started crying even louder.
Kathleen's anger became sympathy, and she apologized. "I'm sorry I said that, it's not your fault. Hey..."
She hugged Shana, and tried to console her.
"Come on, stop crying, before you wet the bed even more with your tears."
Shana laughed because of that remark, and removed her hands from her face. Her pink nightie was colored dark red below her belly button, and she was sitting in a big pool, in the middle of the bed. Both girls heard the birds singing outside.
Kathleen broke the silence. "It's seven o'clock. Come on, you better take a shower, don't you think?" Kathleen removed her consoling arm, and Shana stood up.
"Undress yourself, and I'll open the door," Kathleen said.
"Do you think that Evelyn and Femke are still sleeping?" Shana asked.
"Probably," Kathleen assured Shana.
Shana got out of her nightie, and asked Kathleen: "What am I going to do with my wet clothes?"
"Hand them over to me, I'll put them in a plastic bag," Kathleen answered.
Shana did doubt for a second, and then she pulled down her wet panties. A summer breeze entered the room, and Shana shivered. Her lower belly contracted, and few drops of urine trickled onto the floor. She tiptoed trough the room, totally naked, and halted before Kathleen. She laid her arms around Kathleen's neck, and begged: "Kathleen, I... Do you promise you won't tell Femke and Evelyn about this?"
Kathleen pulled Shana closer, to give her a good hug, and whispered: "I promise, this will be our little secret..."
Shana hugged Kathleen tightly. Kathleen felt Shana's wet legs pressing against her pyjamas, and Shana's erect nipples brushing her breasts.
"Go ahead, take a shower," Kahtleen commanded softly, and she pressed her lips against Shana's forehead. "Go..."
Shana freed herself from the arms of Kathleen, and closed the door behind her.
THE END |
Later at school, Lisa was called to the office in the middle of her test.
"Yes, Madam Professor," Lisa addressed the head council member in charge of the school.
"Do you know who Charley Agnok is?"
She shook her head.
"His family is the ninth house of the order of the council."
"I'm sorry, but I still don't see how that..." the blond blue eye girl started.
"You had him over for tea the other day."
"Oh, that little boy?" she brought her hands to her face in horror.
"He is not such a little boy. He was being tested, and you discouraged him."
"Tested?"
"Yes. Now, you will continue with the test with him, or your family will be challenged by the court of the council."
"I... um... Yes high professor."
"Your test is finished for this year."
"You mean... I... I can't continue school this year?"
"You may try the tests for next year."
Lisa looked down at the floor.
[A few hours later]
Lisa and her mother were take from their home by some guards of the council. The father was given a note that they would be returned after the weekend to pay for slight on the honor of the ninth house of Council, the Agnok house. It was a serious crime that they were accused of, and the father would well be in his rights to disown his beloved wife and daughter for such a crime, but Lisa was sure he would not.
The guards were dressed in red armor and carried only small daggers. The women did not resist, and they were loaded into a red transport truck that had a soft red cover over the back of the army-like vehicle. Inside the back, four guards rode with the two ladies, and in front, two soldiers sat, one obviously driving.
As the truck pulled out away from their house, curious neighbors gave suspicious glances or stared in horror. No one had known anyone in their community to have ever been taken by the Red Scorpion Force before. Several people whispered, and pointed. They were nervous until the truck disappeared out of their neighborhood.
The truck pulled up next to another transport that had the Purple coat of arms of the ninth house. The prisoners were escorted from the army-like truck to a more comfortable luxurious vehicle with soft velvet seats in the interior. Two of the red scorpion sat in the royal carriage with the two scared ladies. Then it continued on a journey that neither woman knew the destination of.
Several hours later, the two women were escorted from the car, from where they were comfortably seated and offered food and drink of choice, which were not so much offered as forced upon them.
Lisa actually found it a nice change from her family's usual normal diet. She had never tasted things with such flavors. The drinks were fun and somehow, made her very giddy. Her mother was almost as crazy, and it suddenly became very easy to talk to her about anything.
Now, they approached a hide away cabin that didn't have much around.
Lisa and mother were directed into the cabin by two guards that stayed. The two guards were Michelle and Lacy, in their early twenties and very loyal to the ninth house of Agnok. They closed the door behind Lisa and her mother and waited outside.
Inside, Charley waited at a wooden table. He looked at Lisa and her mother as they came in with a smile. He rubbed his hands as he looked at them. His mother was not there. It was, after all, a test for him. He was supposed to show that he could control one person, but because the mother had almost caused him to fail this test, and because he had almost allowed her to fail him, he now had to control two instead of one, and it was no accident that they were older than he.
"Please sit down at the table," Charley invited them.
Lisa looked at her mother and her mother looked back at Lisa, concern on their faces. The mother, Her black flowing hair soft and shiny, her eyes green and bright, proceeded forward to sit first. She was in a modest dress with hose and black high heels as all refined ladies wore, though it was for appearances only. She was only a servant of the ninth house, and she knew it.
Lisa's green eyes stared down at the floor, her hands folded and placed down the front of her dress, pressing the cloth in near her crotch, but casually. Her dark brown hair and light freckles were considered something of a disgrace among their people, but Charley didn't care about that. He had always liked the brown hair personally and didn't understand why it was such a disgrace for a woman to have it.
"What is your name?" Charley asked Lisa's mother.
"Um... Sarah," she responded her face blushing because young boys, even those of the council members were not supposed to address their elders by name. It somehow, made her feel, more like a child that he knew her name.
"Do you two know why you are here?" he asked them his smile twisting into an evil joyful gleam.
"Because..." Lisa looked guilty at her mother. "I told you to go to ... well, because I didn't like where your mind was going?" she asked.
Charley nodded. "My mother says there was nothing wrong with what I wanted to do, and to prove it, your mother will have to obey the same rules. Your mother is no longer considered an adult until the weekend is over."
Sarah nodded. She knew it was something like this the moment he had asked her her name.
Lisa, however was shocked. However, she only gasped and refrained from saying anything that would get her family further dishonored.
"Now, as I was saying at your party the other day, Lisa, you will now have to ask permission or wait for me to allow you to do certain things you want. No matter what you want to do, you have to ask me. You no longer have any rights. Your mother, will of course, be in the same situation. You will also obey me without fail. If, for example, I don't like those dresses, you will change them."
"We... um... I didn't bring many clothes with us," Sarah spoke softly.
"It's okay," Charley looked at her with tender eyes as though he saw another child and not a woman. "I have had styles and colors that I like brought here for you in your sizes."
Lisa looked at her mother. She was feeling more and more nervous by Charley's plan, and she knew that there was nothing they could do to get away. |
Some Culture of Kingdoms of Ach'knach
The kingdom of Ach’knack was ruled by nine overlords who fought over the land and resources with valor and savagery that the world had never known. Then, ten years ago, the generation of the greatest warlords, an agreement was reached.
Each overlord established a house within the upper council, who were the law enforcers as well as the law head. Nine were chosen, so that there would never be a tie in votes and so each overlord would only have one vote in the upper house.
The overlord council then created a lower house, where all the minor lords and two representatives of the greater overlords would work together to advise the overlord council in what the people wanted, and then they would rule not only with strength but also with the wisdom of the people.
Within the ten years, the Nine Houses of Ach’knache have found that experience and temperament training made the caretakers of the future and also the best teachers. Therefore, not five years before, they enacted the family pact laws where children would be protected from abusive parents at younger ages, and tempered at older ages by the system of a “chosen” family.
A person goes through three phases of childhood with a test that accompanies each end. In this way, children grow to become close not only to a brother and sister and one parent, but to a community of people within their peer group.
In the first stages of a child’s life, they live at home with the mother that birthed them. Until the age of eight, they are considered young children. At the age of 8, 9, and 10, they may take the test once every six months until they pass into the age of student. If they have not passed by the age of 11, they automatically become a student of the ninth order.
As a student of the ninth order, they are immediately assigned to a secondary mother who is but twenty years old. This woman normally makes the choice of a boy or girl with her husband’s approval, but as most men are too busy running the family’s business affairs, he often allows the woman to choose either with his blessing. A family is only ever allow two students, and while they are housing student-children, they may not conceive their own children. The way the law works and the condition of this training, it is unheard of for anyone to birth their own very young until the age of 35.
Children then are students progressing from the ninth order to the eighth, and so up to the first. However, they do not pass automatically, and those students who not reach the second order by the time they are sixteen years old, will often take the adult competency test, and if they pass, they will be treated as though they are young adults. Those that made the second order at sixteen, will be allowed to continue school until they are 18 or they pass the first order, which will open their adult career far wider than those that do not complete the first order.
Students who are then graduated by completing the competency test will become adults who can take responsibility. They until the age of twenty to pass this test, at which time, if they find they cannot, then they will not be given any positions of responsibility to include, they will be denied children period.
Those adults that are competent, will receive their first “student-child” at the age of 20, and it will be their job to raise the child to be successful. If they are found to fail with both children they are entrusted with, they will not be given a permit to have their own children.
Children births are not allowed until the couple raise two student-children, and this law is enforced by implanting a small device in the girl’s body that makes a medicine that both kills all her eggs until it is removed, and prevents her from experiencing her monthly cycles. This is believed to make things much more comfortable for younger girls so that they can better think about what they are doing.
The biochemical is removed from her system after she raises two student-children and she passes a parental competency test. One of the steps of this test, does include a visit to the doctor to check that she is healthy enough to bear children.
This law is for all common houses beneath the great lord houses.
The Great lord houses have their own laws and procedures for which they agree to abide by.
A Great lord’s birthed children will be raised in the Great house because no peasant would know how to deal with such people that would be leaders. In some cases, certain Generals and very respected community members may petition for such special conditions because they would be viewed as best training their own children to adulthood to become great, if they themselves had been able to become so great. This power is very sparingly given, however, and only a very notable member of society would share the privilege of a lord’s house.
In a lord’s house, or a valued member of society, the child would be considered a very young until the age of ten. At the age of 11 or 12, they would be tested in a different way, to make sure they would make good leaders of the community. Once it is determined that they are ready for leadership training, they would enter a special academy, where they would further their skills as community or lord leaders until they reach 20 years.
After the age of 20, they would not be given a child right away, but they would be given a leadership role over a group of their peers for five years. Once they demonstrate their power of command, they would then be allowed to choose any one of the age 20 graduating to mate with, and they would be given their first child.
Marriage is very ceremonious, but it is always set in the first year a girl turns 20. A boy may, by choice wait until he is as old as 27, but he may also, during that time, sample among those of 16 to 20 to become better at fathering a mate and child. He is forbidden to continue after the age of 27 in this practice. After that, he must either marry, or do without any form of sex. He must always marry a 20 year old, regardless of his age that he decides to marry. Those women that are widowed after the age of 20, and have been faithful and good to their husbands are given special status and may even lead their own houses. Those that not good wives until the death of a husband, will be put to death within the same year her husband dies. Women that have earned this special status my “play the field” with the younger 16 to 20 year old boys, and may even remarry a 20 year old boy.
A 20 year old, rarely ever has the choice of who he or she marries. If an older male wants a 20 year old woman, she usually must accept unless her family has enough resources to appease the offended denial. A 20 year old male must accept for one year, the marriage proposal of a woman given special status, but if either finds the other unsuitable, he may leave her and the status of the marriage will not be officially recorded saving him the grace of choosing another later. Indeed, the older women often like the practice of marrying a 20 year old male for 2 years at a time, releasing him, and then getting another because a 20 year old has more energy and is stronger to take care of her until her demise.
Males that take their first wives who are of 20 year old group, are not permitted to divorce nor leave until either she has committed an offense against his house that he can prove, has been slain, or has been claimed by another and he agrees to it. The occurrence of a man claiming another’s wife, is extremely rare and is considered near dishonorable, and so is not invoked often.
I don't know why these combined. I had not put these two together at the start because the top of this post is a bit of the culture of Kingdom for those that asked about how it was that someone who is 28 would end up with a 16 year old child...
The bottom of this post, originally a different post: Is the continuation of the story started above. I do not think it should be combined, but as I am stuck with the rules of those that want to splice these together, all I can do is add these lines to show you they are not meant to be read together in this order.
Charley's Game
"Now," Tommy rubbed his chin. "Mother and daughter, and I'm younger than both. Lisa, you choose. Do I get to see your panties all the time or your mothers?"
"You can," started Sarah. Tears were in her eyes as she whispered.
"I didn't ask you," Charley interrupted her. "Lisa is older than me, so it's up to her. Either I get to have her wear something that lets me stare at her panties all day, or I get to look up your legs. It's up to Lisa."
Lisa gulped.
"Don't you want to choose?" Charley asked her.
She shook her head.
"Well, if you don't choose, how about I just make you both go without even panties?"
"No," she whispered.
"Then whose panties do I get to watch all night?"
"Mine," she sighed.
"Lisa, no," her mother started.
"It's Lisa's choice," Charley said. "Besides, do you want me to tell your husband that you were willing to show me your panties or your vagina all night?" Charley asked her.
Sarah shrugged, but Charley didn't look at her long enough to notice the sarcasm.
"Lisa, tell your mom to take off her dress and put on this floral blouse and these faded jeans."
Lisa looked at Charley like he was crazy. She had never told her mother to do anything in her life, except to go to the infernal, and that was only when she was angry and didn't mean it.
"Lisa, I won't ask again. Tell her, or..."
"Mom, put on," she was interrupted.
"Call her Sarah."
Tears in her eyes, Lisa said what Charley wanted her to say. "Sarah, take off that dress and put on these clothes."
Sarah looked at her daughter with pity. She knew how it hurt because it was humiliating her to be told by her daughter to dress in front of a twelve year old boy, but she had no choice. If she went against Charley in anyway, the powerful house would not only do something worse, probably to her daughter, but it would destroy her daughter's life.
Sarah started to reach behind her back to unzip the zipper at the base of her neck.
"Help her," Charley commanded of Lisa.
Lisa strolled over aimlessly taking as much time as she dared to reach her mother. "Let me unzip that," she whispered.
Lisa pulled the zipper down so that the material of the young woman's back peeled away from her back. only a strap of a bra covered her silky smooth skin, and her back was without blemish. The zipper went down to the middle of her ass, so that Charley could glimpse her pink heart panties.
Lisa pulled the sleeves of her mother's dress down her mother's shapely feminine arms revealing her mother's pink heart bra that hid the true shape of her boobs. The dress fell to the floor at Sarah's feet. Her panties were covered in hearts around the back and sides, but the front had a solid pink cloth that covered where her vagina sat. Charley watched the view hungrily as Lisa fumbled with the blouse trying to get it straight and on her mother right so it would cover her bra.
Charley approached the girls, and Lisa looked at him wondering what he was going to do.
"Don't mind me. Get her blouse on so I won't see her titties." He blushed as he said these words, his ears turning red, but instead of becoming quiet, he said it again. "Titties--titties--titties," trying to get the sound to roll around his mouth. Still he blushed at these words. It wasn't long before she had her floral blouse on.
Sarah reached for the jeans, but Charley shook his head no. "I told Lisa to help you. If you don't do as you are told..." he left that thought to linger in the air.
Lisa picked up the jeans that were to be put on her mother, her hands shaking. She would never have thought it would be her job to dress her mother. It made her blush and her eyes filled with moisture. She pulled the pant legs over her mother's nicely shaped appendages with shaking arms and weak knees. She knew that this would only be the beginning. And with a good tug, she brought the seat of the jeans over her mom's nice round ass. She looked at Charley.
"Zip her pants up," he looked back at Lisa. "You don't want her to go around showing her panties to me all day, or do you?"
Lisa shook her head no, and zipped her mother up and buttoned her pants with out instruction. Finally, her mother stood there, in a very nice purple, yellow, orange, and pink floral blouse and light blue faded jeans.
"Your turn," Charley told Lisa.
She nodded.
"Come here," Charley called to Lisa as he took the clothes from the foot of his bed. "I want to help you undress."
"Um... do you have to?" she was feeling more and more nervous.
"If you don't let me, things will be difficult for your family."
"I understand." She closed her eyes and just let him do as he liked while she tried to shut it all away.
Charley unzipped her dress, pulled it down over her bare back and admired her white panties. He then helped her slip on a t-shirt, and on second thought, decided she didn't even need the skirt.
"You are finished," he smiled at her.
"But I don't have anything to cover my panties."
"I know. I want you like that. I mean, it's not like you are not covered."
"Fine." She blushed. She had remembered that he had waned her in just her panties before. That really didn't bother her.
"Please start making dinner, Sarah."
Sarah eyed him, and then shrugged and went to the kitchen to see what they had to make for dinner.
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Dinner Time
The two women worked on preparing the dinner while Charley went out the back door to play some horse shoes in the backyard. (Horse Shoes: For those of you who do not know, is a game where you have a pin in the ground, and you throw horseshoe shaped rings to try to hook the peg. If you are close, you get one point and if you ring it, you get two. I was played a long time ago, so don't know how many youth know this game).
Inside, the two ladies prepared a lavish meal for the prince, spending nearly two hours at it. Lisa began to feel her eyes closing against her will because the ride to the cabin had been long, she had been forced into clothes or a lack of clothes that she really didn't want, and now she was forced to cook for his lordship too?
Sarah knew her daughter was getting tired, and she tried to do as much as she could without her, but she kept watch on the door worried he would open it at any moment.
Finally, the small table had three plates with roast chicken, mashed potatoes and chicken gravy, green peas and cooked carrots, and a couple of freshly prepared biscuits. A glass of apple juice was pour for Lisa and a glass of Grape wine was measured out for Sarah. She left the prince's glass empty waiting for Charley to tell her what he wanted to drink.
"Lisa," Sarah finally asked her sleepy daughter. "Can you go get the prince?"
Lisa stood up swaying slightly and walked in a trance to the back door. She had no fear of opening it or of anyone seeing her as they were so far away, that she was sure that only the prince and who he had meant to look at her would be there.
Indeed is was just Charley outside, and as she opened the door calling for dinnertime, he stood from where he had been stooped to collect his horseshoe rings.
The First Issue
They sat around the table, Charley mostly taking glances under the table trying to act like he was being clever about it, but honestly not caring if they knew he was checking LIsa's panties. He loved the smooth tan skin of her legs that reach up towards the pantie-leg holes. He also stole peaks at Sarah's crotch even though it was covered by a pair of tight jeans.
"Is there a reason you are looking at my daughter's crotch every five minutes?" Sarah asked him hoping he might feel the slightest bit of shame at being caught.
"Not really," Charley shrug obviously not bothered. "I just like the smooth tan legs she has."
"I see. Lisa is really tired. Would it be possible for you to let her sleep?"
"Sure. She can sleep on that bigger bed on the right side."
Sarah had to practically carry her fifteen year old daughter to bed which was something that had not happened for nearly five years. She didn't mind though, and once she had Sarah on the bed, she took off her blouse and slipped on a long T-shirt over her head which Charley had conveniently provided them.
"I would like to use the bathroom," Sarah then told Charley once she had Lisa covered up and in bed.
"I thought ladies were not supposed to say such vulgar words," Charley looked up at her his eyes looking innocently into hers.
"Really? And what am I supposed to do if I'm only allowed to go if you let me."
Charley shrugged.
"Well, am I allowed to go or what?"
"Yeah, just a minute. I have to get something for you to go in ready."
"What about the outhouse in the back?"
"You can't go there! It's too filthy for a lady to use."
Sarah blushed. "It has to be cleaner than having an accident or going outside in the bushes."
"You aren't going to go outside, and if you wait a minute, you won't go in your pants either."
Sarah stood and waited for Charley who went back outside reaching around the corner. When he came back into the cabin, he had a small five gallon wood bucket.
"You can use this."
"Where?"
"Right here, where else?"
"I can't pull off my clothes and pee in front of a twelve year old boy," she said nearly pouting.
"Don't say bathroom and pee," Charley told her. "Now, you can either use the bucket, or you can use your jeans. It's up to you."
Sarah sighed. "Fine, let me have the bucket please."
"So you are going to freely show me your pussy?" Charley asked her.
"You don't have to name it," Sarah blushed. "I don't want to, but what choice have I?"
Charley shrugged.
Sarah took the bucket to as far to one side of the room as she could away from Charley, but then noticed that he wasn't even interested in looking at her. This was obviously just a game to get her to feel uncomfortable about going. He had, instead of following her, gone to lie next to Lisa in bed. Sarah sighed.
The Middle of the Night
Sarah went back to where the beds were, and saw that the smaller cot had been left for her. She was glad that at least he wouldn't for her to sleep with him, but she really hated to have anything to feel good about. He had just humiliated her by making her practically pee in front of him, and he didn't even show any interest in watching. It was obviously about control and nothing else.
She took off her jeans knowing he was already asleep, and she removed her blouse to put on the long t-shirt that he had prepared for her on her bed. As she lie down, she heard crinkles of plastic and knew that he had prepped the bed for peeing accidents, but there didn't seem to be any reason to have bothered with that since he had let her use the toilet just before she went to bed.
The light magically faded out as she lie down, just as it was always meant to do when the last person was in an assigned bed, and Sarah rolled over to go to sleep.
In the big bed, sometime later between the late evening hours and the wee-hours of the morning, some restless sounds and movement originated from the double bed. There were whispers of desperation and heart pounding panic attacks in the rustling of the blankets. The other person snored deeply unaware of the other person's dreams. Sarah started to wake and sat up looking towards the bigger bed, but as she sat up, she realized that the light didn't come on automatically as it would in her own house.
Suddenly, one of the figures on the bed, barely noticeable in the darkness, sat straight up and seemed to look around as though frightened of something chasing her. Lisa moved the blankets quietly and carefully away trying not to disturb the prince next to her. She slid her legs over the side of the bed and carefully and ever so softly climbed out of the bed.
Once standing, she looked around the room to find her mother sleeping on the other bed.
"Mom? Can you help me?"
"What is it, Lisa?"
"I need to ... um... where's the ...?"
"Oh, um... we aren't supposed to just go without permission. There is a bucket way over there by the sink, but if he catches us using it, before he lets us, he might decide that we'll be punished in someway."
"I don't care. If I don't go right now, I'm going to wet myself."
"Okay..." and Sarah went back to sleep. |
The Next Morning
Charley woke up and looked to his left to see that Lisa was still sleeping there, her hair all over the place. Some of her hair was over her face hiding her left eye, ear, and down to her mouth. Some of it was spread out over the pillow under her head, and some of it was strung out to her right in a nice straight noodle serving.
Charley sat up and looked over at the sleeping mother, then carefully climbed off of the bed making as little noise and movement as possible so as let the girl continue sleeping.
Charley went off out of the cabin, just as careful to close the doors quietly behind him as he went out to the outhouse. He was out there for sometime and when he finally re-entered the room, Sarah was already up.
"Oh, good, you are awake," Charley smiled. "Can you please make breakfast?"
"Well, I'd like to use the bucket first, if I may."
"I'm hungry. I think you should make breakfast first."
Sarah sighed. "Are you sure I can't use the bucket first?"
"If you do, then I'll tell my mom you didn't do what I wanted."
Sarah walked to the stove to prepare to get it hot enough to start making their breakfast.
Lisa started to make some faint grunting noises from the bed as she started to stretch her arms over her head and then up in the air straight out from her body. She started to sit up.
"Oh, you are awake," Charley walked towards the bed. "Are you ready to get up?"
Lisa nodded.
"You'll need to change your clothes."
Charley was already dressed in a black t-shirt featuring a snow-leopard and a pair of Brown shorts. He walked to the bed and pulled the blankets back revealing her panties and her T-shirt which was wrinkled and sweaty from her disturbing sleep. He smiled at her and placed his hand on her stomach.
"Do you want to wear these sweaty panties?" he asked her.
Lisa shrugged...Breakfast
Charley handed Lisa a pair of pink panties out of the trunk he had. There was not even a blush upon his face, and he seemed to even smile as though he found something rather funny.
"Here, wear these."
Lisa pulled the blankets back over herself, and tried to change her panties under the blankets. Charley shrugged. He figured she's cover herself up, struggled under the sheets, and get her panties on without showing him anything. It was something he had clearly expected of her.
At the stove, Sarah was now mixing raw egg, milk, and sugar into a bowl to dip some bread into.
Charley watched her carefully, but Sarah didn't show any signs of needing anything important.
Suddenly, Lisa gasped as she pulled the blankets away from her middle having the strange pink panties on.
"What are these?" she screamed across the room at Charley.
"They're panties," he grinned at her showing all his teeth.
"No, they are not. Well, they aren't regular ones anyway," she pouted.
Indeed, the panties were very thick in the back making her bottom look bigger, and the extra cloth around them made her feel like she was wearing toddler training panties. They also had a pink bear on the front of them, and on the back, it had a pattern of several pink, blue, and purple hearts. Against her clitty, they felt extra padded and soft in the middle.
"If you keep pouting, not only will I have you wear a diaper, but I'll make your mom put it on you and take if off of you every time you need to have it removed."
Lisa became quiet.
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About an hour later, Lisa was dressed, as specified by Charley in a short sleeved casual shirt with a picture of a kitten on the front playing with yarn and a short skirt that when she moved her legs apart, he could see her pink panties.
"Breakfast is about done," Sarah called to the two kids sitting in the sofas. "Would it be alright if I used the bucket now?" she asked a little worried he would still refuse her.
"Why not?" Charley shrugged. "Just go over there where you went last night."
"But that's so close to where we are eating," Sarah shook her head.
"It's either that, or you wait," Charley smiled.
"Charley?" Lisa mumbled.
"Yes?"
"If you let her go out in the outhouse, I'll let you watch closely every time I have to go."
"You will?"
"No," Sarah said. "I'll go in the buc...."
"Sarah, please be quiet or maybe I won't let you go at all. Lisa, will you only go in the manner I ask so I can best see, and can you even not go until I think you are about to pee on your pants?"
Lisa blushed. "If you don't make my mom pee in the bucket anymore or watch her when she has to go, I'll do anything you ask."
"Deal. Sarah, if you say one thing, you'll pee your pants."
Sarah looked down.
"Go to the outhouse. I'm going to be watching Lisa. She's the pretty one anyway, and so she is the one I want to see naked, or treated like a child."
Sarah mumbled something as her face grew red, but she didn't linger. She ran out the back door to the outhouse finally feeling relieved to not be watched by the little tyrant. She wondered if there was something in the law about how they were being treated even if it was by a lord. Surely she could complain to someone that would make sure a prince didn't abuse his power like this again.
She felt a little pee escape into her panties just before opening the outhouse door. On the inside, she had been screaming to use the toilet since she got up, but he was working extra hard to remain composed trying not to give any sign of weakness to Charley because she didn't want to let him see her begging for something that she had thought until now, was a right.
Inside, the two kids sat at the table, Lisa looking down at her french toast shifting nervously in her seat. She promised Charley exactly the sort of thing he wanted that got them in this mess in the first place. She had not wanted him to tell her when she could use the bathroom or watch her when she peed. The only thing he had not said anything about yet, but she was sure was coming, was he had wanted her to hold it long enough to have a potty accident. He could tell her when she was allowed to go now, so that was definitely one of the things he would likely ask her to do. He would ask her to wait and keep her waiting, and when she could wait no longer, he would still deny her. She knew it and the thought made her face hot and her ears burn.
"What are you doing?" Charley brought her back to the moment. "Your breakfast will get cold. Let's eat."
"We aren't going to wait for my mother to come back?"
"She's a big girl. She can eat when she gets back then you can do the dishes since your mom cooked."
"I would rather...."
"Lisa, do as I say. No back talk...."
She looked down into her plate and cute off a piece of sweet egg-bread smothered in syrup to stick in her mouth. Lisa's Promises
After they ate, Lisa stood by the sink washing plates, Sarah gathered some dirty laundry, and Charley turned on the television to watch it. By then, Sarah had already dressed, partially in front of Charley, into some jeans and a nice green blouse. |
River Fun
Arriving at the riverside, Charley dropped the bag with things he wanted to take with them a short ways from the bank and he had Lisa also put down the picnic food.
"Isn't it peaceful out here?" he asked as he pulled a blanket from the bag he had. He laid the blanket out under some trees, careful to remove any sharp rocks from underneath. Lisa could see partly into the bag and saw a few girls' garments as well as some swimming trunks for himself.
"I don't see anything for me to use to swim in," Lisa commented with a smile.
"I know." Charley shrugged. He continued getting four pillows out of the bag and arranged them comfortably on the blanket. "I don't have any girls' swimming suits, so I guess you can just go in the water with your panties and an undershirt on."
"But...."
"You promised. You are supposed to do anything I ask or I get to be mean to your mom and watch her pee every time she has to go."
"I know. It's just... if I wear my panties, then I'll be wet all the way back to the cabin, won't I?"
"No. I have brought you a few changes of panties just in case you were too lady-like to pull your panties down outside when you need to pee." He smiled. Of course that was just his excuse to make her hold it or wet. If she was going to change herself, what was the difference, but she had to obey him anyway.
"Well, I guess you thought of everything," Lisa smiled at Charley. "What do you want to do first?"
"First, I want to just lie down on the blanket and talk with you after we get into our swimming things."
"Um... so you want me to take off my shirt and skirt then, right?"
"Why not? You don't want to wear a wet shirt all the way back to the cabin do you?"
"No."
Lisa took off her shirt revealing an undershirt with straps that didn't even cover her shoulders, but her chest was mostly covered in white and her bottom was covered in lavender panties.
"Come and lie by me," Charley patted the blanket once he had his clothes stripped, even revealing his johnson, and redressed only in swimming shorts. (Lisa had looked away politely when he started to pull off his clothes).
Lisa sighed.
"Come on, don't be scared," the twelve year old patted the blanket next to him looking up at the sixteen year old body that now showed freckles down her neck and over the base of the hill that started her breasts.
"I'm not scared," Lisa smiled down at him.
"Then come and sit."
They sat there for what seemed a good few hours though only minutes had passed. Charley just rubbed her arms at first, and as she consented and relaxed, he moved up her arms towards her neck.
Still Lisa relaxed.
Charley felt encouraged to continue, and he started rubbing over the space between the base of her "hills" and her neck. All the while, he was saying nice complimenting remarks.
"You are one very beautiful rose. Anyone would be blind to not see that."
Though his words were lame and came from the lips of an immature twelve year old, the young woman felt like a princess and relaxed further as he said things that pleased her about herself. He was very observant, and he used those skills to tie her eyes to the color of spring. He noted how her undershirt seemed to slip over her silk like skin, and he noted that her legs and hips were a perfect pocket for her unseen fruit of joy.
Before she knew it, Lisa was lying her head on his lap completely mesmerized by his seemingly wise words that melted her fears away. Her legs shifted a bit and her breathing deepened as he continued. She had no strength in her body, but the relaxation was soothing. Lisa could not hear the outside world though the birds sang and the wind lightly breezed by some shrubs and trees. Nothing existed outside of the bubble of her peace in Charley's arms.
Not knowing how much time had passed, Charley shifted causing Lisa to awake from her dream-like state of bliss. The sounds of birds fully found their way through her peaceful bubble. The light scent of the stream, the trees, and nature penetrated her world, and she was still feeling peace from it.
"Excuse me," Charley whispered. "I need to go pee, and then I think it's time for a swim."
"Oh, good idea," Lisa whispered back. "I kind of need to...."
"Um... are you telling me you'd pull down your panties out here, where anyone can see you?"
"Oh, um... I mean, you did say that after we swim I'm going to change, aren't I?"
"Sure, under your skirt so people don't look at you."
"I thought you wanted to see?"
Charley blushed. Of course he wanted to see, but he didn't want her to realize he was peaking at her. It was more fun when he thought she didn't know.
"Well, I don't think a lady should want to be watched."
"But you'll watch my mother and I pee anyway?" she blinked at him, her hands on her hips.
"Well, yeah, I mean... I'm a boy. Boys are supposed to be... um... dogs, right?"
Lisa laughed.
"I knew you were going to say something like this," Lisa admitted to Charley. "You were hoping I wouldn't know what to do, weren't you?"
"I guess," Charley replied as he stood up and started to walk off to do what he needed.
"Do you want me to do it in front of you, or do you want me to doing it more privately in the river?"
"Why are you asking me?"
"Because it's important to please you so that you'll leave my mom alone."
"Well, I don't want you to just do it. I want to see you hold it until we start to leave."
"How long are we going to be here?"
"I don't know."
"What if I can't wait that long then?"
"What does it matter? We'll be swimming soon, so I won't even know if you wet unless you accidentally do it outside of the river, right?"
Lisa nodded.
Charley, however, pulled his trunks down over his hips and sprayed the nearest shrug without even thinking whether Lisa was watching or not. Lisa blushed and turned away the moment his little pecker came out of his drawers.
Lisa walked into the river while Charley continued his business, not really interested in his yellow junk. She acclimated herself with the water's cool temperature, and then she started to swim.
No more than a few moments passed before there was a 'cannon ball' splash not far from where Lisa was swimming and as she gained her foot hold to stand up, she saw Charley coming up for air not far away.
"Well, if you have to announce your arrive, prince, you could at least say something like look out below to give fair warning."
"Aw, come on! I was more than ten feet from you. There was no way I was going to hit you!"
"You still splashed me," Lisa complained.
"Girls!" Charley shook his head as he started swimming himself.
Lisa shrugged and went back to swimming.
After about an hour of swimming, Lisa and Charley walked through the river upstream until they found several currents of water pouring off of different rocks downhill giving the effect of a tranquil paradise.
"This place is so feminine," Charley said suddenly breaking the silence and Lisa looked up at him.
"What do you mean by that?"
"It's so peaceful, but there is still background noises coming from the waters falling off the rocks and the unseen birds in the trees."
"So you think girls just talk even when they have nothing to say?"
Charley nodded.
Lisa giggled. "You are such a pig. Girls aren't the ones making strange sounds with their bodies to impress girls and half killing themselves for the same reason."
Charley chuckled. "I thought girls liked that kind of thing."
"Girls might think it's noble if a boy is willing to do things for her sake, but just to show off and especially make some interestingly gross sounds, normally turns us off."
"That's not what I heard," Charley smiled at Lisa. "I heard that girls are just more- 'lady-like' about the way they do it."
Lisa blushed. "Maybe we are, but if you really wanted to impress me, you would skip the gross sounds and the fake displays and just treat me with respect and talk to me like you do your friends."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Charley came up from behind her as she struggled to climb upon a rock, and he pushed her bottom up. It could have been on purpose that he decided to push there, but it also could have been accidental since he was just trying to help her up. Lisa didn't take too long to think about it. It really didn't matter since he could look at her naked anytime he said the word anyway.
Once they were both upon the rock, Charley sat down and look up at the sky. Lisa copied him.
"Don't you like the way the clouds float carelessly and freely along as though having no worry in the world?" Charley asked.
"It is romantic," Lisa whispered back, the words not even affecting her.
"Don't you wish we could spend some days like that?"
Lisa looked at him, and he smiled at her. He reached his arm around her shoulders, and she let him hug her and she moved so that her head was against his chest.
"You want me to do it, don't you?" Lisa asked Charley.
"Do what?"
"To pee in front of you... maybe through my panties?"
Charley gulped. "Well, a girl shouldn't pull her panties down without good reason."
"And going pee isn't a good reason?" Lisa asked him as she looked back smiling.
"Well, it... um... you should try to keep yourself covered even if you have to pee your pants unless you know it's private," Charley said shaking.
"Don't be scared," Lisa teased. "It's you that wants me to do it. Don't be scared if you are going to ask me to do it."
"I'm not s...s... scared." Charley stuttered.
"You sound nervous to me," Lisa giggled.
"No. I'm just, um... a little excited that you are ready to do whatever I asked of you."
"Well, I have to don't I? You'll tell your mom we weren't obedient if I don't do whatever you like, right?"
"Well, I can, but..." he trailed off. Honestly, he wasn't sure if he would or not.
Lisa leaned against him more, so that now her head was in his lap and he was looking down at her. She just smiled up at him as she held her legs together a bit longer, kind of jiggling them to emphasize what was about to happen. Her head was sweating a little, but she didn't look scared or uncomfortable. She was smiling up at Charley basically just waiting for permission to let go, but she didn't ask for permission either.
Charley reached his left hand down to her neck and his right hand down to her stomach which still felt rather flat and yet smooth. Her dreamy eyes were looking up at him like a lost puppy, and her mouth was slightly parted for the longest time.
Charley rubbed her stomach, his fingers very close to the top band of her panties. He shook with anticipation at what the girl was going to do as she lie there, and he wanted so much to move his hand closer, but hesitant to do so. His left hand rubbed the space between Lisa's neck and her chest, and the 'massage' across the ascending hill below her booby tops made her feel a bit excited.
Lisa pulled Charley's hand down towards her panties bottom, putting his hand directly on the crotch of her panties.
"There, that's the best place if you want to feel it come out," Lisa whispered to him though her face flushed as she did this. "I could tell you wanted to touch there."
"Are you sure it's okay?"
"You are allowed to touch anywhere you want. That is one of the things I have to learn, right?" Lisa smiled up at him not even bothered by this.
"I don't understand, then," Charley looked down at her, his eyes narrowed. "If you really don't mind, why did you make such a scene at the castle?"
"I was scared that," she faltered a little nervous to say what really bothered her.
"Scared of...," Charley encouraged her.
"That you were going to have me to it... um... where people would see me do it. And I'd have to wear wet pants home and then my mother would have yelled at me for it. I really don't mind it in secret between the two of us, and now, my mom will think you forced me to do it, so she can't yell at me."
Charley smiled. "You naughty girl."
She smiled back and started to try to relax her legs which still bounced still keeping the yellow liquid inside her.
It seemed to take an eternity before Charley felt the first little heat of her body juices. The girl lay there breathing heavily trying to will her body into submission and give Charley what he wanted.
Lisa gasped when she first felt it because she had been so young the last time she let anything like this happen to her. It seemed to close as quickly as her pee hole opened to let out just a small squirt of pee. She blushed brightly, and Charley smiled at her as he touched her panties.
"Come on," he whispered. "You didn't even do anything yet."
"I know, I'm sorry," Lisa whispered. "I'm trying."
Charley then rubbed at her panties with his hand, and his other hand almost forgot about her generous mounds of breast beneath it. He rubbed at the front of her clit through her panties thinking that that was where her pee hold should be, and hoping to make her feel a sensation that would make wetting herself easier.
Lisa lay back feeling a different sensation as he rubbed her clit though, and she started to moan from pleasure. It was just at that point, that she her pee hole could no longer take the pressure, and Lisa felt a squirt as she also felt other stirring feelings deep within her girlhood.
a bit more encouraging by Charley, and his touching her privates as well as her breasts was really having the opposite effect of what he wanted. It was making it take longer for her to pee herself, but she was enjoying it. The feeling was heavenly as she felt herself getting hot and funny feeling below. It was a strange almost unknown feeling, but she knew what it was. He was making her cum... and the cum was thick and oozing down into her panties.
Not more than a few minutes after the cum had filled her panties, she finally peaked in her pleasure, and as she finally sighed in relief and bliss, the girl started to properly pee through her panties and all over herself. She smiled as she did so, and Charley smiled back completely happy at her obedience.
End of this story for now... May post another Auk Story later though... maybe. |
Pokemon Wetting 3!
Legend
M = Male
F = Female
Me M
Meganium F
Blaziken F
Articuno F
Reshiram F
Chatot M
Date: 17/03/2011
Time: 11:30am
Place: Chatot's Guild
Well, it was a nice day, Call me Brendan, Im a Totodile, I am exactly 12 years old (in this story i am) my bladder is very strong, and i am also a Secatery in the guild, same for Penelo, She's a torchic, 12 Years old, but weak bladder. As i gazed at A totodile & Charmander having to dry thier beds, a Charizard, Ivysaur, Swellow and Grovyle dripping wet with pee, Chotot called me in, he said "Okay, you have to go with team Chickette." I just asked, "Right, im guessing its because those 6..." Chatot interuppted me, "Peed themselves, correct, i want you to go with team chickette, which are a meganium blaziken, articuno and reshiram..." So anyway, I asked chatot if Penelo could go with me, the verdict was "If thats alright with her!" So when i went to her to ask, she had just pissed herself, she was beefing, i asked her if she was alright, she said "Loudred made me pee myself!" I asked if she wanted to come, she said " Oh, sorry, can you tell chatot what happened and say that i need to dry off?" I agreed, although i lied and said that she drank water until she peed herself, and belive it or not, chatot fell for it and scolded Penelo, Chatot made her sit in her room, so anyway, i realised that i hadn't done anything stupid but lie to chatot, of course i also forgot to mention that i was wearing my necklace at the time, at the end was a magatama, which exposes secrets, Chatot said i couldn't come with her, and was delayed until tommorow.
Date: 18/03/2011
Time: 7:30am
Place: Chatot's Guild
Penelo was mad with me i bet, because as soon as i got up she kicked me in the crotch, it was painful as all hell, i clutched my crotch for a minute, and as soon as it stopped, so i got revenge by uhh... taping her to the wall. she wriggled and squirmed as she tried to escape, i left the room, they were all there in a line, Chatot asked me "Where is Penelo" I said "She's still drying off" When really i taped her to the wall, Chatot said "Okay," So we did our normal shouting, then we left straight away, we had 5 water bottles, i also filled my water bottle with milk, which for some sort of reason never seemed to empty, kinda like a bottle in Wind Waker. I had brought Sissors, My Ocarina, and my Wind Waker, so as i did, i realised that i hadn't gone for a pee, i looked back, regretting forgetting that i couldn't wet myself in a dungeon.
Date: 18/03/2011
Time: 8:00am
Place: Afar Outpost 4F
It was originally an ice world, but now its just a volcano, we were supposed to help Maya Fey, A Totodile Who was 6 Years Older then me, she liked playing alot. Anyway, I started to regret not going to the bathroom before-hand, becasue i had to go for a pee, but luckily my bladder was very strong, so i wouldn't need to hold on for another 3 hours! and i looked at the others, they looked like they suffered the same problems as me, because, Meganium asked me "When is the next bathroom?" I wanted to know that myself. "I don't know" I replied, Blaziken just said, "Thats real nice advice" I knew she was being sarcastic, Articuno had a long tail, so my plan was, when i wasn't gonna hold on for much longer, i would cut off her tail feathers, and use that as a bathroom. So, Articuno looked at me, "You didn't go either? whew, now i won't have to worry about being the laughing stock!" I stared at her, "No, whatever i say is the apsolute truth!" She knew now that i would tell, so Reshiram said "I will just lie" I knew that Reshiram wouldn't forget, so i said, "There are security cameras, that send messages to chatot and show what we've done." As soon as i said that, everyone was clutching thier crotch in order not to get in trouble.
Date: 18/03/2011
Time: 8:30am
Place: Afar Outpost 8F
Right, 3 hours passed, my now moaning bladder started a dull ache, even though i was holding on, it seemed like Reshiram was looking everywhere for camera's, he said "Liar! There are no cameras!" So she stood on my tail, and I said "Ack! There invisible! Now you can't say im lieing!" Now Reshiram Clutched her crotch so tightly it started to bleed. Reshiram said to me that she belived me now! Articuno looked at me. She was on to me, and she said "Why are you looking at m..." I interrupted her and said "No" and completly ignored her, and focused more on my bladder! Any way Meganium just stared at me, "Yeah, Articuno's bossy i..." A bladder urge interuppted her, she laid down and smashed her legs together to stop any squirts, Articuno said "Call me bossy again and i will freeze you." Meganium said, "Ehe-he, oops." Blaziken said "And i will burn you afterwards!" Meganium moved on my left in fear.
Date: 18/03/2011
Time: 9:00am
Place: Afar Outpost 12F
"8 Floors to go *sigh*" I was relived that i was gonna relive myself in 8 more floors, Because the thought of it ended up with me suffering an urge, i doubled over slightly, even though i had a miniture squirt, not even enough to show up on the hard rock! anyway, it looked like they were about to give up because of the intense heat, Meganium was moaning that she said that she couldn't live anymore, she even tried to jump into the lava several times, but Articuno kept stopping her, Articuno dealt with it like it was nothing, but squirted and a wet spot grew in her feathers, this caught her off-guard, she had squirted in her feathers, she was too old to do that! Blaziken and Reshiram loved it, so much that they sometimes squirted, by the time they stopped doing it, Blaziken had a wet spot the size of her fist, and Reshiram had a wet spot in her fur. It was disgraceful and boring seeing 2 Fully Evolved and 2 Legendary talk about "How much they hated or loved this place", "Jewelerry." at some point, Meganium thought My Magatama was candy and tried to eat it, When she tried to, she said, "Gimme!" I said "Gimme gimme never gets!" so she tried to eat it, then she realised it tasted bad and spat it out, I said "Its not food, its a thing to look into people's secrets!"
Date: 18/03/2011
Time: 9:30am
Place: Averifar Outpost
At the bottom, Everyone was in agony trying thier best not to even pee themselves all together. My now screaming bladder's ache turned from a dull one into a Throbbing pain, The pain was unbearable, so i decided to cut off articuno's tail feathers when i had the chance, thier were not really any camera's at all. Then my bladder hit an urge, i doubled over by 5% then i did last time, the squirt was a bit large, my hands felt warm, and a yellow spot showed on the rock below my feet, i ran to the rest of them, Groudon wasn't there, then i made a theory, i said to them "Groudon is Ripping us off, i bet he's using the bathroom!" Everyone stared at me with a worried look, Meganium said "Oh man, if he's right, then we came here for nothing, then the exit shut tight, then every time a drop of pee hit the floor, the walls would cave in by 0.1%! I couldn't hold on for much longer, i got out my sissors behind articuno, who's wet spot grew quite a lot! And getting out my sissors was pure agony, i suffered a contraction, i managed to barely stop it, i made a little puddle in the wet spot, but i was lucky because if articuno's talons hit my puddle, i would be um... frozen, and i would pee myself. I was just lucky the puddle grew next to her ankles, not noticeable, even though the walls caved in on us a bit, i didn't care about that, i was more focused about the fact that my floodgate would smash open in 5 seconds, i thought "I-i can't hold it any longer... Im not gonna make it" then i remembered my plan. "Or maybe i will!" so i cut her tail feathers off, ran to a corner, put her tail feathers between my legs, and forced my pee out, it was a relief to have my bladder emptied, no pee hit the floor, i said "Ahh... So much better!" as Articuno's Tail Feather's grew damp and my pee gushed out of my bladder, it was a delight to get rid of all my pee, but there was some conclusive evidence, my hands, i knew they would get wet with pee, and they did, they were dripping wet, so i snuck into the bathroom and washed myself, and articuno's tail, so then i had to hide her soaked tail, and put it in my bag. Articuno didn't seem to notice her tail feathers were gone, but she did notice her wet spot was growing because of a large contraction, by the time she stopped it, tears started to form into her eyes, "This is really embarrasing!" as she was knelt down, but then she felt somat warm in her legs! She had began to pee herself! She tried to stop it, but her efforts made it worse! her puddle was about as big as a pair of her blue wings.
Date: 18/03/2011
Time: 10:00am
Place: Averifar Outpost
"Why Articuno?" She said to herself. "Why Articuno? Why did my bladder have to open its floodgate at a time like this?" The Wall moved forward a bit more, the room left was 70%. Not only were they in a trap that you would see in Saw, but they had to pee. well two of them, it took five puddles to make the wall crush us. but since i had cut off Articuno's tail feathers and peed in them. It would be like 90% I tried not to laugh at those desprate-to-pee losers. I said "oh come on! i dealt with it pefectly! Your acting like its your life's worth!" Blaziken said "Well? We are gonna be fined 500 poke!" I said "Yeah well? I won't!" Then Articuno Asked me somthing that worried me loads "Say, you don't need the bathroom anymore! Where did you go?" I shook as i worried about her finding the truth and some mean senarios ran through my head lied and said "There was a hole in the door so i could go in!" Everyone was jealous, for the first time since thier career started. They had been bested by a 12 Year Old Totodie, Reshiram tried to open the door, with his legs and ankles crossed in an attempt to lessen his urge, i laughed my head off! Even though Reshiram said "Not funny!", i still thought it was funny. Anyway, Reshiram knelt down and held on for what all she was worth. A wet-spot grew where Reshiram was holding. Reshiram Litrally bursted into tears as she got bested by Me. All that was left who had to pee was Meganium and Blaziken. So we all decided to make them pee. I shouted "Dog-pile!" And we all tried to pile up on them, instead we only got Meganium, pee was squeezed out of her like a lemon, she shouted while crying, "Please get off me! Your the crulest team ever!" After we got off her, she could barely walk. we looked at blaziken, holding on while doubled-over, Meganium said "Get her!" Blaziken let all control go as her wet spot grew and pee leaked out of her between her legs. I said "Okay, everyone has peed themselves!" But anyway the wall moved to 90% of the room! 5% of the room was left untouched.We used an escape orb to get out alive!
Date: 18/03/2011
Time: 10:30am
Place: Chatot's Guild
"Im so mad with you!" Chatot shouted, Meganium said "B-but Brendan made us pee!" I said "No, i went to the bathroom, you just let go!" Chatot got real mad. "Your nearly adults! you should pay more attention to your Secaterys!" he said! Everyone was dripping wet. They were fined 500 gil each. And i got away with it.
Date: 18/03/2011
Time: 12:30pm
Place: Chatot's Guild
before i dozed to sleep, i played Link's Lullaby On my Ocorina (A^> A^>) then i played a tune on my Wind Waker (<^> <^>) That let me change the wind, i changed it to face the guild
THE END
So did you like it? I have never made it far enough to learn links lulaby or wind waker
EDIT: Sorry i forgot you're request Alexxx |
(This is my first erotic/desperation story. Hope you like it!)
Contains: Desperation, Masturbation and general eroge.
Rukia’s Panty Dilemma
Part 1:
Goin’ Commando
It was 6:30 in the morning, and Rukia awakened. As she yawned and rubbed her eyes, they met the clock she installed in Ichigo’s closet. Suddenly it dawned upon her. School started in half an hour, and it was a ten minute walk to school from Ichigo’s house, leaving her twenty minutes to prepare herself for school. Cursing herself under her breath, she pulled down the suitcase that acted as her dresser from the shelf above her head. She opened up the suitcase and removed her uniform and bra. However, she could not find her panties. Frantic, she dumped out the contents of the case onto the bed. Sure enough, her panties were nowhere to be found. That’s when she remembered she had washed her clothes last night, and all six pairs of panties were in there. They were washed, but not dried, and were still too damp to wear. She had been counting on getting up at 5:30 so she could put them in the dryer before school, but she had overslept, so this was not possible. Normally, Rukia would not be opposed to going commando, but that was if she was wearing her Shinigami robes or jeans. The school uniform’s skirt was far too short to risk it. Unfortunately, she had no choice. She had to wear her uniform, so she would just have to be extra careful to keep her legs crossed at all times. Rukia quickly slipped on her clothes, opened the closet and climbed out of bed, being careful to not expose herself to Kon as she jumped down. It was now 6:45. She hurriedly smoothed back her hair with her hands and grabbed her bag. She ran down the stairs and out the door and made her way to school.
Part 2:
Desperation at School.
Rukia could see the school now, and a quick glance at her phone told her she was running on schedule. As she neared the school, she felt a twinge between her legs. Realizing that she hadn’t relived herself, she quickened her step, hoping to make it to school early so she could use the restroom. It was right next to class, so she wouldn’t be getting too far out of her way to go there. Unfortunately, it seemed the entire school had chosen to go to the bathroom at the same time. The line outside the girls’ restroom was at least ten girls long, and another quick glance at her watch showed she did not have that much time. The nearest bathroom was on the other side of the school so there was no way she could go now. Sighing, she walked to class and sat down.
The first hour of class was lecture, and thankfully for Rukia, she was not desperate yet, only uncomfortable. At the end of the lecture, the teacher put in a DVD pertaining to today’s lesson, Roman History. Rukia cursed under her breath. Normally, the teacher was good about letting kids use the bathroom, but she was practically infatuated with Roman history, and took it as a personal insult if anybody left during one of her Roman history videos. Furthermore, some of these videos lasted more than two hours. Thankfully for Rukia, the teacher was not requiring them to take notes, so she could focus her hands on holding herself if need be.
Ten minutes into the movie, Rukia started becoming desperate. She shifted her weight to relive pressure on her bladder, which helped, and squeezed her legs together more tightly. This allowed her to avoid having to hold herself for another 40 minutes. Eventually her desperation became too great to handle without assistance from her hands. Glancing around the room to see if anyone was looking in her direction, which was not the case, she wrapped her hands around her crotch. Her hands were directly touching her pussy, and the sensation of grabbing her bare crotch was making her slightly wet. The feeling of pleasure was distracting her from her from her desperation, and an idea dawned upon her. If just touching herself was enough to reduce her desperation, what would playing with her clit do? Rukia decided to find out. With the heel of her hand she began stealthily massaging her clitoris. The darkened classroom meant that, far back the class where she was, no one could see her play with herself due to the low amount of light. Furthermore, the movie they were watching was exciting enough to keep students eyes from wandering in her direction. Needless to say, the intense pleasure did a good job distracting her from how full her bladder was getting, and entertain her for the next half hour.
However, it did nothing to stop her bladder from filling. With ten minutes left in class, as Rukia neared orgasm and the filmed neared ending, her overfilled bladder contracted, and a warm spurt of pee sprayed right into her hand. Rukia gasped audibly and frantically grabbed at herself to stem the flow, but luckily for Rukia, nobody noticed. As she stopped toying with herself and her pleasure faded, her desperation returned with a vengeance. The movie ended, but Rukia didn’t notice. Her mind was set on containing her pee for the next five minutes, and she clamped her hands down on her pussy so hard it hurt. Then class would end and she would make a mad dash for the bathroom. At least, that was her plan.
Part 3:
Relief and Pleasure
The bell rang for lunch, and somehow Rukia was still in control. As everyone in the class started to pack up and leave, Rukia tried her best to stand up without losing control. Somehow she managed to get to her feet, and with her legs tightly clamped together, she hobbled to the restroom. A horrible sight greeted her eyes. In the two minutes it took for Rukia to get out of class and hobble down the hall, a new line formed, as long as the last. Rukia was on the verge of tears. She was going to pee herself in front of all her friends. Just as Rukia admitted defeat, she spied the stairway to the roof. A new idea dawned in her head. Ichigo, Chad and the rest of Rukia’s friends are going to a special presentation for the guys in the school during lunch. That meant the roof was vacant today. Rukia’s plan was simple. She was going to climb the stairs to get to the roof, and sit down and pee right on the roof. Unfortunately, Rukia could barely walk without wetting herself, let alone climb stairs. Still, it was worth a try. Rukia opened the door to the stairwell, and as soon as she closed it she grabbed a hold on her crotch. It was only one flight of stairs, but to Rukia, it might as well have been one hundred.
Slowly, Rukia ascended the staircase. Each step brought her closer to wetting herself than the last. As she neared the top, another spurt escaped her vagina, and a little wet spot appeared on the front of her skirt. Rukia wasn’t sure she could make it. The last few steps were pure agony. It took all of her concentration to avoid wetting herself right on the spot. Rukia opened the door to the roof. She had made it. With the last bit of strength in her tired bladder, she sank to the ground and closed the door. She quickly released her hold on her crotch and folded her skirt under her, and not a moment too soon. Merely seconds after she lifted her skirt, her fatigued urethral sphincter gave up, and she began peeing. At first just a small trickle escaped, but then her bladder started contracting. It was like someone blew a 20 foot wide hole in the Hoover Dam. The sound of her release was as loud as the sound the stream was making when it hit the roof! To Rukia, the relief was pure ecstasy. In fact, it was making her aroused. About twenty seconds into her pee, she started fingering herself. Pee splashed against her hand as she rocked her finger in and out of her sopping pussy. Rukia kept peeing for the next minute until her stream finally subsided. Rukia moaned, and began massaging her B-cup breasts through her shirt. She opened her shirt and began playing with her erect nipples as she fingered herself with her pee soaked hand. She stuck her finger in deeper and rubbed her G-spot. Rukia was nearing her orgasm. With her middle finger rubbing her G-spot and her other hand toying her clit, Rukia started panting and began fingering herself more quickly. A few seconds later, Rukia arched her back, and came violently. She wailed with pleasure as she squirted her thick juices all over her hand. This was the best orgasm Rukia had had in her life. She lied there for the next few minutes panting, but eventually she pulled herself together enough to get her clothes back on.
The rest of the school day went off without a hitch. Rukia would now have a pee fetish for the rest of her life. She made it home that night, satisfied with the day’s events, and promptly changed into jeans and t shirt, still with no panties.
THE END |
Hey everyone. This is my first attempt at writing here. Hopefully it's good :D Kate(the main char) is a red-headed, hot-tempered girl. There's a few curse words in there to show the temper, but I think we can handle that, right (hopefully)? She's also my avatar. If I broke any rules please tell me. If this goes well I left it with an open ending and I have plans for more. Enjoy.
The sun glinted through the blinds in a serene way, lighting up at the floating particles in the air. Kate opened her eyes. Nature's alarm clock she thought to herself. She neglected getting an alarm clock just because the way the sun perfectly shone through her window. She looked outside the window inquisitively, her red hair gleaming in the sunlight. Time to get ready for work. She went through the normal routine. Put on usual office attire, a tight black skirt with a typical white business shirt. The only personal style she got to put in her outfit was the parts not showing, her bra and panties. She picked out her red ones to match her beautiful eyes and hair. After fixing her hair up pretentiously she walked into her kitchen. Unfortunately, there was a giant puddle of coffee on the floor. She looked for the source and to her dismay her coffee maker was in pieces on the floor.
"I knew this damn thing would break sooner or later" she muttered to herself. She unwillingly decided to buy coffee on the way to work. As Kate sat down to watch T.V. she glanced at the clock. She immediately ran out the door after noticing that she was 10 minutes behind her normal schedule.
On her way to the local coffee shop she felt a small urge to use the bathroom. She pressed her thighs closer together. Ugh. I don't have time for this she thought, and quickly put that thought in the back of her head. Her first priority was getting coffee, the one drink she couldn't live without.
She approached the cafe with a frustrated look on her face but quickly changed her expression to a giddy school girl at the counter. She wanted to get the coffee as fast as possible and a scowl wasn't going to help.
"How may I help you," an older, frail man said with a grin.
"Uhh ... I'll take a small coffee", Kate said hesitantly.
"Sorry, we just ran out of small cups," the man apologized, "but, we do have plenty large ones." Nice tactic Kate thought. If this was any other day I wouldn't fall for your stupid stuff.
"Sure" she said, her smile not losing its charm. She quickly paid for her overpriced coffee and continued on her commute to work. Absentmindedly, she drank all of her coffee and thought nothing of it. The only thing she could focus on is her alibi for being 10 minutes late.
Once she drove up she sprinted to the door. While she was running into the office a huge urge to pee hit her. She stopped and grabbed her crotch. Maybe I could use the bathroom before I talk to my boss. What's a few extra minutes? As soon as she walked into the office, she went straight for bathroom, but was stopped by a familiar, commanding voice.
"Kate! Late again? This is the third time this week!" her boss called with a stern composure.
"I.... I-I just woke up late and I.. please ... just can we talk about this in your office please, it's private." Kate stammered.
"Sure. Just make it fast." Kate started walking towards his office. I can't believe I just bullshitted him like that. A small smirk came across her face as she haughtily entered his office.
"Sit down please" her boss said. Her smirk quickly disappeared as another urge hit her. She moved one hand to her crotch and tightened her thighs after sitting down. She stared intently at her boss as she engaged in more bullshitting.
"I'm sorry it's just my.... uh... boyfriend ... I haven't seen him in awhile." Her eyes darted around the room. She couldn't focus any more. The pressure on her bladder increased more and more. She moved her other hand down to her crotch to aid in keeping her composure.
"Boyfriend? I didn't even know that you had one. Regardless, how is that stopping you from getting here on time?"
Her eyes darted around the room. Time is moving slow. The minutes seem like hours. I can't.... not now. I need an excuse! Please just let me not me wet myself here, not now.. She looked down. As she did the slight movement was too great for her bladder. A small spurt escaped, and a wet spot formed on her panties.
"He's just not...." she said tensely. At that she doubled over on the ground as another spurt escaped and became visible on the outside of her clothes
"I-I DON'T KNOW!" She yelled. She hastily collected herself and scrambled out of the room. As she opened the door her bladder failed. She stood in the doorframe as a small, steady stream of urine rolled down her legs. She fell to her knees and relieved herself there as the floodgates opened. She looked down as she was peeing and saw a small puddle begin to form. It spread out around her and warmed her thighs. A feeling of ecstasy overcame her and she let out a small whimper. Finally after a full minute of peeing she stood up. Small drips came off her skirt. Unlike most people in this situation who would be utterly mortified, Kate looked at her boss and smiled boldly.
"Oops" she said and bit her lip. She strode out of the room with her dignity still somehow in intact. I don't know why.... but... I think I liked that.
Perhaps she did :)Also help to improve the writing or any grammar mistakes would be appreciated. Also a internet cookie for whoever can find the Metallica reference :D
(that's pretty short.... I guess that's what an hour of work would be though....) |
I know I haven't posted much, but I figured I should definitely take the time to share with you guys my latest Omorashi related story. I should offer a touch of foresight though; it is based on Bittersweet Candy Bowl (http://www.bittersweetcandybowl.com/), a comic involving cats. This is important because if you aren't into minor furrism (anthropomorphism), then this may not be the story for you. Although, I'm not guaranteeing you won't enjoy it. ;)
I wrote this story as a request from a personal friend who is not actually into Omorashi herself, but has often shown fascination in it.
You may have also seen this story posted here (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6952986/1/Jasmines_Judgement). Do not worry, I am the author. If you doubt my credibility, feel free to message me and I will clarify the misunderstanding.
Comments and criticisms are more than welcome, and I appreciate any spelling/grammar corrects (to this post as well as the story) as well.
Without further ado... Jasmine's Judgement!
Jasmine did her best to carefully, but quickly, place her perfectly taken notes into her binder as the bell signaling the end of the school day chimed. She rose out of her seat and made her way for the door, one of the last to leave due to the time it took her to make sure everything in her possession was properly organized. Normally, she wasn't too large a stickler when it came to organization, but she had worked hard on her notes, and by no means wanted to even risk losing them. Upon leaving the room, she quickly made her way down to her locker. Unfortunately, it was a decent spell away, but consequently, it was right next to Paulo's classroom, so every day after school she would find him standing there, ever-so patently awaiting her arrival.
As she turned a corner, she saw him. His fur the perfect shade of orange, his eyes bright and lively as ever; he stood erect with the natural air of confidence and sly wonderment that always seemed to accompany him. Jasmine fought her way through the crowd of people, all pushing their ways to a seeming salvation; home on a Friday. As she neared him, he noticed her approaching in his peripherals. He looked over at her and smiled. Seeing Jasmine was always a pleasure, probably since she always seemed to be off doing something, always too busy.
"Paulo!" Jasmine exclaimed excitedly as she ran up to her boyfriend and engaged him in a hug.
"Hey, babe, how was your day?" Paulo asked with a smile.
"It was good! I think I did really well on a test in Science. The bonus problem almost got me, but I think I nailed it!" Jasmine answered, her naturally bubbly personality apparent as ever.
"That's great! Sometimes I wonder how I ended up with such a smart girlfriend." Paulo responded.
"Well sometimes I wonder how I ended up with such a sweet, caring, ravishing boyfriend." Jasmine said flattered.
"Ravishing, that's a new one." Paulo said with chuckle. "Really had to dig into the ol' vocabulary for that, huh?"
"You're worth it." Jasmine responded smiling.
"Oh? What's this? If I didn't know better… I'd say you were flirting with me." Paulo teased.
"Hmm? Oh, well, I suppose it's a good thing you know better." Jasmine responded, her voice and smile both at a subtle decrescendo. Paulo picked up on the sudden passivity of her demeanor. He walked a little closer and embraced her in a hug, his hands gently caressing her lower back. His head went forward and Jasmine welcomed the incoming kiss.
Jasmine felt Paulo's tongue beginning to probe her lips, attempting to take their kiss to the next level of passion, but instead of allowing it, she broke the kiss.
"Paulo…" Jasmine started with a blush on her. Paulo looked back at her with a mixture of mild confusion and wanting in his eyes. "You know I don't like to do that kind of thing around other people." Jasmine observed the expression of disappointment on Paulo's face and she couldn't help but feel a touch bad for stopping him, but soon his expression changed to show acceptance and he smiled at her.
"Sorry, sometimes I get a little carried away when I see those beautiful eyes." Paulo said to her as he continued to rub her lower back with his hands. Jasmine couldn't help but giggle at his comment.
"Why are you so great?" Jasmine asked.
"I could ask you the same." Paulo teased.
"Aw! Young love at its finest!" Paulo turned around while simultaneously making room for Jasmine to look past him. Standing there was David with his typical, overly happy disposition.
"Looks like I gotta go." Paulo said looking back at her, a sad look on his face.
"I should get going too." Jasmine responded, "Student council meeting today."
"Ugh, I swear those people are going to work you to death. A meeting afterschool on a Friday?" Paulo asked annoyed.
"Yeah," Jasmine answered with a sigh. "But if I give up now, I won't be that super smart girlfriend you're so glad you have, will I? Jasmine asked.
"I just wish we could hang out a little more often. Like, I don't know, walking you home on a Friday or something. Plus, I doubt giving up a few of your millions of… of… soul crushing extracurricular activities are going to really affect how smart you are." Paulo responded.
"'Soul crushing?' Who's digging into that vocabulary now?" Jasmine joked. She could tell by the disheartened look on Paulo's face that he serious. "We're still going to get together afterwards, right?"
"Yeah, I guess we are." Paulo answered, feeling slightly better.
"Well then you just have to wait a little longer." She told him.
"Yeah, I guess you're-" Paulo began..
"Ow!" David yelled from behind after a loud crash.
"Okay, I gotta go. Have fun at your student council thing." Paulo said breaking their hug.
"Okay, bye!" Jasmine said waving to him as she walked away.
Jasmine made her way back across the school to the room where she would find the student council meeting. Unlike before, when she was heading to her locker, she was moving quite a bit faster, since majority of the school's population had made it off campus and was no longer in her way. She stopped by a water fountain and bent down to grab a drink. As she drank the cool water, she thought about Paulo. She loved spending time with him and she desperately wanted to do it more, but she just didn't have any free time. She hadn't even been able to hang out with her friends in… well she didn't know how long, but it had been awhile.
Jasmine arrived outside the door of the meeting, and she quickly made her way inside. She walked over to a desk by a couple of her friends and took a seat. After spending a few minutes of socializing, the meeting began. As always, they discussed and planned events for the school. Everything from prom to pep rallies came up, and it was their jobs to make sure everything went well. It was a difficult job, but someone had to do it, and more importantly, it looked great on a college application.
As Jasmine's meeting dragged on, Paulo made his way home with David. He did his best to listen to and converse with him, but in truth, he was quite distracted by the thoughts of what was to come later in the night. It was somewhat rare he and Jasmine got to spend time together, and each occasion was a definite treat. He wanted their night to be perfect too. He bought her a box of chocolates, and he even got his dad to rent them a newly released movie. An R rated one at that.
Slowly, Paulo began to think more and more about Jasmine, as well as of the potential outcomes of them being alone in his room with the lights off, but he did his best to fight them off. While admittedly there was a part of him that rather enjoyed those thoughts, and that side of him often won out over the other, there was still another part of him that felt too much respect for Jasmine. As if thinking about Jasmine in such a way would somehow desanctify the grounds of their relationship and cause everything to go downhill. Then again, he may have just been being superstitious.
"… and then I said, my purpose is absolute!" David said laughing.
"Huh? Oh, yeah," Paulo responded before faking a laugh.
After what seemed like forever, Jasmine looked up at the clock on the wall. It was nearly five, which meant the meeting was close to being adjourned. She felt excitement well up inside of her. She did enjoy her job and position in the student council, but she was more than ready to get out of there. After all, it was a Friday.
"Alright guys, you are free to go." The teacher said dismissing them. "Oh, and Corey, if you don't mind, I need to have a word with you…" Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief; she was free at last. As she exited the classroom, she thought about how her evening with Paulo was going to be. Every time they ever spent any time together he was always so nice to her, whether it was with words or the little bit of money he had. She felt excitement once again building within her.
"Hey, Jasmine, wait up!" Her friend yelled from behind her, causing Jasmine to snap back to reality.
"Oh hey, Zoe, what's up?" Jasmine asked when the girl caught up with her.
"Dang, you walk fast!" Zoey said as she adjusted her glasses. "I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out with us tonight. We're all going to the park and we're going to have a picnic."
"I'm sorry, but I can't. I already have plans with Paulo." Jasmine answered.
"Oh… I guess I should have figured that." Zoey said with disappointment in her voice.
"What do you mean?" Jasmine asked her, confused at what she meant.
"Well, I mean you spend all of your free time with him. You haven't hung out with us in weeks." Zoey responded, sadness prevalent in her voice.
"Well I can't just cancel on him out of the blue." Jasmine responded.
"No, I know. I guess I'll just have to accept you don't really have time for us anymore." Zoey rebuttled, her disposition still littered with disappointment.
"Hey! That isn't fair!" Jasmine replied.
"But, it's true." Zoey countered.
"It's not true at all! I still have time for you guys."
"You say that, but you haven't spent any time with us in like a month." Zoey retorted, silencing Jasmine for a moment.
"Who all is going?"
"Me, Corrina, Veronica, and Jeff," she responded. "We would really like it if you could come."
"… I guess I could cancel my date with Paulo. I mean it has been-"
"Yay!" Zoey yelled, interrupting Jasmine.
Almost immediately after telling Zoey she would join her and the rest of their friends, Jasmine felt a wave of nervousness and regret go through her. She wasn't sure how Paulo was going to take the news. He had been waiting quite awhile for them to spend time together after all.
"Alright, so let's hurry up and get to the parking lot so we can tell everyone the great news!" Zoey said excitedly.
"Actually, I have to go to the front of the school and meet up with Paulo. You know, to tell him that we aren't going to be hanging out tonight." Jasmine told the overly excited girl, uneasiness in her voice.
"Okay, just meet us in the parking lot when you're finished." Zoey said going the opposite direction.
Jasmine began to walk to the front of the school, right where she had intended to meet Paulo. She felt a small, sick feeling in her stomach as she made the walk. She shouldn't have said yes to Zoe and she knew it, but she didn't have the heart to say no, and now she was going to regret it. Jasmine did have to admit to herself that while in a way Zoe had guilt tripped her into going, there was a large part of her that wanted to go as well. It was true that she hadn't spent time with her friends out of school in forever, and she missed them.
As Jasmine made her way outside she felt the tension in her body grow. She looked around, and then she saw him. The cat with the perfect orange fur and eyes as bright and lively as ever, it was Paulo. Once he saw her, she saw a large smile go across his face.
"Jazzy!" Paulo yelled as she grew closer to him.
"Hey, Paulo..." She said with the nervousness apparent in her voice.
"Hey, is something wrong?" Paulo asked, his face expressing concern as he quickly picked up on the lack of excitement in her voice.
"Um, yeah, we can't hang out tonight." Jasmine responded.
"What? But, why?" Paulo asked concerned.
"I'm, um, kind of going out with some friends tonight." Jasmine said, this time trying to hide the shame in her voice.
"…What?" Paulo asked, unable to believe what he was hearing. "I don't… I thought you said we were gonna hang out tonight?"
"I did, but I haven't seen my friends in so long, and I mean we can always spend the night together some other time." Jasmine responded. Paulo felt an odd mixture of rage and disappointment rise up.
"Why can't you spend the night with your friends some other time?" Paulo asked angry.
"It's just been so long since I've spent time with them. I can't blow them off again!" Jasmine responded overly defensive.
"So it's okay to blow me off then?" Paulo began. "You know, this probably wouldn't be so bad if you weren't in such a ridiculous amount of extracurriculars and advanced classes. All you ever do is stay afterschool and then go home to do homework."
"Well I am so sorry that I want to get into a good college!" Jasmine replied, once again overly defensive.
"That's all you ever talk about, getting into a good college!" Paulo yelled at her.
"And you don't seem to care! I've spent years focused on school. Trying to get good grades, to be a good student, and what do I get? I get a boyfriend who gets mad at me just because I want to go have fun with my friends!" Jasmine yelled back, fighting back tears of anger. Paulo stared at her, unable to speak. His face showed the pain that her words had brought him. How could she say that? Before Paulo could get up the will to speak again, Jasmine quickly walked away. Paulo felt his hand almost reach out to try and stop her, but it was too late. She had already entered the school building.
"Of course I care…" He mumbled to himself as he looked towards the school.
Jasmine continued to fight back her tears as she quickly made her way to the opposite end of the school to the parking lot. Suddenly, she was glad she had decided to go out with her friends. If Paulo wanted to be an asshole and he didn't want to care about her future, then she didn't need him. She would go out and spend the night with her friends like she used too.
Jasmine eventually found herself exiting the school from the other end. She looked around the parking lot for her friends. She realized that she had no idea what car they were in since she didn't know any of them could drive, but luckily the parking lot was mostly deserted, so there were only a few options. It didn't take long at all for her to spot a familiar convertible in the distance filled with a group of people. She made her way to the car doing her best to put Paulo out of her mind.
About halfway across the distance of the parking lot she could clearly make out the images of her friends joking around and laughing. Almost instantly Jasmine felt a wave of relief wash over her. It really had been awhile since she had seen them all together like that.
"Jazzie!" Veronica yelled out, being the first person to spot Jasmine's approach. Jasmine waved back as she turned her walk into a run, and her frown into a smile.
"Hey guys!" Jasmine responded enthusiastically.
"Jazzie, we're so glad you could make it! We thought you had replaced us with that," Jeff paused for a moment, "'Paulo.'" Jasmine couldn't tell if he said it with content or jealously.
"Ha ha…" Jasmine faked a laugh. "I just told him you guys were important to me and I needed to take a day to hang with you all."
"That's great!" Corrina chimed in, sitting up front in the convertible.
"Long time no see, Jazz." Corrina's cousin said from the driver's seat. "Go ahead and hop in."
"Oh, hey, Sam," Jasmine said as she climbed in the backseat of the car, Veronica moving over to the middle to make room. "Thanks for the ride."
"Yeah, no problem."
Jasmine could feel the cool breeze wisp through her fur as the convertible sped down the highway. There had been a few attempts at conversation, but generally, they were quiet. The wind made it almost impossible to hear each other without practically screaming, so they eventually gave up. No one really seemed to mind though. There was something oddly soothing about driving down the road on a warm summer's day, the roof down, and friends at your side.
In reality though, Jasmine was a touch peeved. Not really with the car or her friends, but rather with Paulo. She couldn't help but think back to their argument and the words they had exchanged.
"Well I am so sorry that I want to get into a good college!"
"That's all you ever talk about, getting into a good college!"
She admitted that she was indeed guilty of talking a lot about it, maybe of even using it as an excuse on occasion, but that was only because of how important is was to her. She had no desire of being stuck in a dead end job with no ambition or education. It wasn't right for Paulo to deny her of her dreams just because he was lonely.
There was a lot more Jasmine wanted to think about, but she found her thoughts cut short when the car slowed down and pulled into a small cul de sac like parking lot. Soon, the car came to a complete stop. Jasmine looked around, admiring her surroundings. On one side of the park there appeared to be a children's playground. It was occupied with various things that she had seen in no other playground before; things such as large circular swings and a large object meant to be spun, that completely covered in net. Maybe she was immature, or maybe it was just their innovative design, but to an extent, they still looked fun to her. As her gaze moved over, she saw a large field occupied with a few young men throwing a football back and forth. The sides of the field were lined with a few other objects such as a couple of drinking fountains, a few picnic tables, and a chin-up bar. Off to the distance, she saw a hill. She knew from previous occasions that over that hill lay the lake, the very reason they had come.
"Welp, looks like we're here," Corrina said breaking the silence.
"Yep," Zoey chimed in.
"It's seems almost a shame to get out of such a sexy car." Jeff said as he jumped over the side of the convertible.
"You're sweet." Samantha answered with confidence in her voice.
"Hey Sam, aren't you going to be joining us?" Jasmine asked as she readied herself to jump over the other side of the car.
"Me? Oh no. I'm going to go grab something to eat. I'll let you kids have your fun." As Jasmine threw her legs over the side of the car, she braced herself for the impact. Although the fall itself was very short, the second Jasmine's legs hit the ground she felt a powerful sensation in her lower stomach. She let out a mostly inaudible whimper as she quickly pressed her legs together, doing her best to contain the downward pressure.
"Yeah, because you're that much older than us," Corrina responded, slightly annoyed at her cousins condescending demeanor. It hadn't bothered anyone else there, but maybe that was only because they didn't have to frequently hear it uttered.
"You'll understand one day," Samantha answered with that same sense of confidence in her voice from earlier. She put the car in reverse and drove away.
"Bssh, bitch." Corrina muttered under her breath.
"She did give us a ride here, Corey." Veronica said, defending Samantha.
"Doesn't make it right," Corrina responded.
Jasmine only half heard the discussion because she found herself dealing with matters far more pressing. It had been quite a few hours since she had last excused herself to the restroom, and the impact from the small fall moments ago had reminded her. She longed to grab herself, maybe to dance around. Anything to help alleviate the urge, but she couldn't; at least not with her friends around.
"It doesn't matter, guys." Jeff jumped in. "Let's start heading to the lake."
"Alright, alright." Veronica responded. Corrina simply sighed.
"Ohmm" Jasmine groaned from behind, no one hearing her. She did her best to keep up with the group, but walking of pace with them while concurrently keeping her thighs tightly pressed together was difficult, especially since she was trying not to stand out.
The walk seemed to go on endlessly, even though they had, in reality, only been walking a few minutes. Jasmine did her best to hold on, but she could feel the pressure in her bladder steadily growing, while her ability to hold on was steadily growing weaker. She had originally planned on waiting to see if they passed a bathroom, but she quickly remembered that years ago she had walked down this very sidewalk, and she hadn't seen one. While it was possible one could have been added since then, she didn't see anything that looked remotely like a bathroom in the distance, so her hope languished rapidly. Finally, she figured she had suffered in silence long enough, and if things continued on like they were, it could end badly.
"Hey, guys." Jasmine started, a touch embarrassed, even in the presence of her friends, to bring up such a topic. "Is there a bathroom near here?" Normally, she wouldn't have minded asking such a question, but she in some ways she felt that asking such a question would cause them to notice her desperation. Even though she really didn't want them too, it was getting to the point where she wasn't going to be able to hide it much longer anyway.
"Uhhh," Veronica droned. "I don't think so."
"Yeah, there isn't one close by." Corrina agreed. "Although I think there is one on the other end of the lake."
"The other end of the lake?" Jasmine's thoughts rang in her mind. "Oh man, that's far!"
"But, we're not even at the lake yet. Are you guys sure there isn't one closer?" Jasmine asked, doing her best to hide her need, something that is very hard to do when you're practically begging for a bathroom.
"Sorry, honey. We can hurry up a little if you want." Jeff offered sympathetically.
"Ohhhh." Jasmine groaned. This time it was audible.
Slowly, but surely, they grew closer and closer to the lake. Each step caused a sharp stinging sensation to start at Jasmine's lower belly, and then to radiate quickly through her body. The urge to wedge her hands in-between her legs was terribly strong; the only thing stronger was the urge to let go. Regardless, she couldn't it. It was simply to embarrassing a thing to do in front of her friends, and in public!
"Ohhh, damn, damn, damn, damn!" Jasmine cursed in her head. "Come on, you're almost there. Please hold on. Ungggggg."
For the most part, Jasmine walked behind her friends, unable to join their conversation, since she couldn't get her mind off of the crushing pressure trying to make its way out of her.
After what seemed like an eternity, they reached the hill and began to ascend it. Fortunately, it wasn't very large, so they soon found themselves at the top.
"Ah, finally," Corrina said as she placed the basket in her hand and the blanket draped over her shoulders on the ground. Jasmine looked out over the lake, the sight of water causing the pressure in-between her legs to grow further. Even more disturbing to her than the increase in pressure was the sheer size of the lake. It had been a long time since she had last been there, and she had long forgotten its length. She knew that in comparison to many other lakes it wasn't that large. If anything, it was more appropriately referred to as a pond, but she didn't really care. All she knew is that she needed to be on the other end, and she was seriously beginning to question how plausible a goal that was.
"Guys, I'm going to go find a bathroom." Jasmine announced to her friends as she rubbed her legs together.
"Okay, hurry back!" Zoey responded; Jasmine already walking away.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" Jasmine said to herself as she made her way down the hill and created distance between her and her friends. She continued down the sidewalk along the side of the lake. Suddenly, the pressure on Jasmine's lower body began to grow exponentially, and she found herself on the absolute verge of losing control. She stopped walking and clutched at the space in-between her legs for dear life.
"No,no,no,no,no! Fuck, I can't take this any longer!" Jasmine screamed in her head. She could feel the muscles in her legs beginning to give out, along with her willpower. It was getting to the point that even if she could mentally handle the pain and pressure, she couldn't physically. Her muscles were beginning to feel like they were twitching, causing her to momentarily lose control for a series of split seconds, on and off. Fortunately, the miniscule amounts of time she 'lost control' weren't enough for any to leak out of her, and she managed to hold on until the horrid wave of desperation subsided.
Jasmine had tears in her eyes, and could barely bask in the relief of not wetting herself. It's not as though it mattered anyway. Another wave like that and she would surely lose control. Her legs were shaking violently, making it harder to hold on, as well as to walk. Regardless, she continued on down the path, praying for the bathroom to soon enter her sight. She didn't know to what level of detail people could see her, but she didn't care anymore. She kept her hand wedged in-between her legs as she waddled down the sidewalk. She couldn't even humor the idea of meeting someone on the path. If she did, she would either be severely embarrassed from her current position; legs mashed together, tears in her eyes; or they would simply see her wet herself; which in most respects was far worse.
Finally, Jasmine spotted a sign. The sign said there was both a male and female bathroom further down the path. She felt a small air of jubilance and relief wash over her, but it was a victory that was short lived. Soon enough, she could feel the pressure in her lower stomach beginning to increase again, just like how it had several moments ago.
"Oh no…" Jasmine thought to herself. "I'm going pee myself." Seemed to run through her mind on repeat.
As the pressure that was already nearly unbearable grew, she once again stopped walking. Even sooner than before, she could feel her lower muscles beginning to give way with the same twitching feeling. With each twitch, each lapse in control, she found the following one lasting even longer. It eventually came to the point where she could feel the urine right at her end, ready to come out. As she once again began to lose control of her muscles, her face broke into a small sob, readily welcomed by the already present tears. She removed her hand from in-between her legs, and then soon felt a slight drop of urine escape her body, quickly soaked up by the fur that lie in-between her legs. She wanted to move, to bolt to the bathroom, but she knew she wouldn't make it. She couldn't make it. She had held on far too long, and running now would only serve as a huge chore on her gravely exhausted body. And just like her body, her mind was tired as well; tired of the pain, tired of the desperation, and tired of the losing battle.
Jasmine felt her muscles being overcome by the strong sensation in her lower stomach, being overcome by the crippling need for release in her mind. While subconsciously she couldn't help but fight it, her conscious side no longer cared. She just wanted to feel the sweet relief wash over her body. She couldn't concern herself with the embarrassment any longer. As her body involuntarily let go, she felt a small stream of urine shoot out of her, completely soaking the fur in-between her legs. The tightness of her legs caused a little bit of the urine to come forward, slightly drenching the fur that lie just above her womanhood. Her body quickly retracted, stopping the stream of urine from evolving past anything other than 'small'.
It felt weird for Jasmine to be standing there, in some ways, no longer in control of her body. A few seconds after her slight leak moments ago, her muscles once again gave out, and this time she knew it was over. A stream of urine began to flow out of her, starting slow. She quickly relaxed her legs, but kept them together out of instinct. After she had allowed her legs to sit pushed together, but now with no foreign pressure added, the slow stream of urine picked up. She could hear a subtle hissing noise encompass her generally quite surroundings as twin streams of distress and relief made their way down her legs, drenching all the fur in their paths.
Jasmine couldn't help but sob as she had her accident. Here she was, a teenager, and she was peeing herself. Ugh! The very thought of it was both disgusting and horribly embarrassing. Her legs continued to shake violently as the urine ran like a river down her legs, beginning to make a small pool at her feet. She slid down to the ground, her knees getting soaked by the growing puddle of urine. She didn't want to sit there, wallowing in her own shame, but she couldn't stand anymore. She was so tired.
Concurrently, despite the embarrassment and shame Jasmine felt, there was also an overwhelming feeling of relief. If it wasn't for the mental distress, she could have readily moaned in pleasure of the release.
Finally, the rapids of urine leaving her body began to slow down, as the pressure in her bladder grew non-existent. As it slowly came to an end, she spread her legs, and then contracted her muscles, one's she, at this point, had limited control over. A few more small bursts of urine escaped the confines of her body and splattered on the ground, adding to the ocean of urine around her.
She continued to cry, doing her best to gather up the energy to crawl to her feet, out of the urine that drenched the ground. Although it hardly mattered; it wasn't as if her legs could get any wetter. She thought about her friends and how they would react. As she forced herself to stand up, the setting sun caused the moisture on her fur to glisten brightly, adding to the already somewhat obvious soaked appearance.
"Oh no… They'll notice for sure." Jasmine thought to herself, trying to hold back another wave of tears. She moved out of the puddle and bent down to examine her fur.
"Jasmine," She heard a voice behind her.
"Huh?" Jasmine panicked turning around. "Who is-"then she spotted him. It was Paulo. He had a look of what appeared to be pity mixed with disappointment on his face, and a towel draped over his shoulder. Jasmine was overcome with embarrassment, and she suddenly had an urge to vomit. She once again broke out into sobbing and collapsed back on the ground, except this time about a foot from her puddle of urine.
"It's okay, baby." Paulo said walking over to her. She wanted to tell him not to look at her, to leave her, to anything, but she couldn't. She couldn't seem to get anything out in-between her sobs. "Come on." He said kneeling down in front her, holding the towel out. "Sort yourself out." Jasmine looked up, her sobbing stopped, but her face still in tatters, tears ready to start flowing once again. She took the towel from him and took his assistance as he helped her stand. She wrapped the towel around her.
"Thank you," Jasmine sniffed, "Paulo."
"Come on, I'll walk you home." Paulo said, little emotion in his voice. The coolness in his voice was oddly soothing to Jasmine given how stressful the event had been. The way he talked made it seem like what had happened wasn't as quite a big deal as she had previously thought. He placed his hand over her shoulder as they began walking.
"I'm disgusting." Jasmine mumbled aloud, tears rising up.
"It's okay, Jasmine, it happens to everyone." Paulo comforted her.
"… Even to you?" She asked with slight deliberation. Paulo didn't respond, but that was fine with her. His silence was better an answer than any words he could have said. "So… how did you find me? And how did you get here so fast?" Jasmine asked him.
"Well, after our argument I went home and grabbed a towel. I come here a lot to swim when I'm stressed out." Paulo responded. Jasmine looked towards the ground in shame. She had stressed him out. "I got here so quickly because I hopped the fence behind the school and cut through the woods. We can go back that way to my house to get you cleaned up if you think you can get over the fence. No one will see you."
"Okay." Jasmine responded after a sniff, happy he had shown up. She didn't even want to think about how things would have gone if he hadn't been there.
"And Jasmine?" Paulo began.
"Hm?" She mumbled with an inquisitive expression as she looked up at him.
"I do care about you going college. But I care a lot about… you too. I just wanted to spend more time with you." Paulo said, not looking at her.
"… I'm sorry, Paulo." Jasmine said to him disappointed.
"I know." Paulo responded. Jasmine knew it would take a little time for him to forgive her, but she also knew how nice Paulo was. She could wait it out, and just be extra nice in the mean time.
After a few moments of silent walking, Jasmine stopped.
"Paulo?" Jasmine asked with a slight bit of nervousness in her voice.
"Yeah?"
"I still have to go a little." |
my first omorashi story :) try to be nice.
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It was an extremely hot summer day and Candy was out on the tennis courts with her best friend Lily, watching Lily play. It was an interval at the moment so Lily bounced over to Candy, her brunette hair bouncing.
"You okay?" Lily giggled.
"Sure." Candy wiped a strand of glossy blonde hair out of her eyes.
"Here." Lily thrust a bottle of water at Candy and Candy took it greatfully, her clammy palms just about grasping it.
A whistle sounded for Lily to play again so Lily ran off, giving Candy a little wave.
Candy grinned and unscrewed the lid off of the water and gulped it down, the cool refreshing liquid gliding down her throat.
The water botle was only small and soon Candy had polished it off and needed more. Her bladder was giving her warning signals to not carry this on and go relieve herself fast but she brushed them off to the back of her head, stood up in her seat and ran over to the snack stall, squeezing past some annoyed people.
She grabbed a bigger bottle and tipped a few shiny coins onto the counter before running back to her seat.
Lily was watching her best friend's every move and shot a look toward her. 'You okay?' She mouthed before batting the tennis ball back over the net.
'Yeah' Candy mouthed back and began to drink again, thirstily.
The drink soon made its way to her bladder and it was getting full.
"I'm going to watch Lily. I can wait." Candy murmured to herself, tightend her legs together and watched Lily playing.
Candy was grinning a huge smile as Lily batted the ball over the net and her rival missed it, totaling her teams points up to 3 love.
"WOOHOO!" Candy stood up and yelled but as she did her bladder pain seemed to get worse.
She broke out in a small sweat and sat straight back down, putting both hands between her legs.
Lily shot her a look. The person sitting next to Candy shot her a look and Candy shot him one back, gulping down more water just for the heck of it.
After a while it was getting toward the end of the game and Candy's bladder was extremely full and shaking from the pressure. She felt bad as even if she stood up to cheer Lily on she would risk wetting herself in public. Tears filling her glassy blue eyes, she rested her head on her legs and cried.
"Are you okay?" The person next to Candy hissed.
"I- I'm fine." Candy was a bladder shy girl and didn't want to say what was wrong.
"There's a bathroom just over there, you know." He said gently to her, guessing hat was wrong.
Candy sighed and got up, bladder brimming and on the verge of spilling into her knickers. She made her way across each row, ensuring her legs were tightly pressed together and she was ignoring the shouts from everone else.
"You win this round, bladder.." She whispered to herself. "Just so long as you don't--" She froze as an overexcited fan pushed past her and the push made a little urine spill out into her knickers, but not enough to make a patch on the front of her light pink dress. She gasped and made sure she hadn't wetted but when she realized she hadn't, she carried on walking to the bathroom, her bladder thudding in agony.
'Relief is not that far away now.. ' Candy thought to herself. She was feeling a bit better as she thought of the immense relief. She ran into a long hallway where it split into two directions, one was the male toilets and the other was female. Candy walked to the door and pulled at the handle desperately. It was locked.
"No, no no!" Candy hissed through her teeth, clenching her bladder muscles as it let go another spurt of urine. It had now made a puddle on the front of her dress, about the size of a baseball. Candy banged on the door and kept her legs together.
"O..ccup..ied.." A weak voice on the other end said, followed by a long groan. Candy shuddered and pulled away, hands between her legs. It was empty in the corridor and Candy was looking in all directions just for relief. She looked at the male bathrooms but shook her head and walked outside again, legs still clenched. She was standing by the ramp that was the entrance to the courts when she stopped dead in her tracks as the final scores were announced.
"And the winner, with a score of twenty love is Lily Martinez!"
Candy's POV:
There was a deafening uproar of cheers and boos and I had to cheer too. I cheered happily not realizing most of Lily's fanboys were racing onto the courts. One pushed me in an attempt to get onto the court and I lost my footing and fell onto the courts, more urine spilling out of my bladder but stubbornly not all of it. Everyone was looking at me and more importantly up my skirt. I blushed a deep scarlet and pulled myself into a sitting position, bladder still begging me for relief. Not everyone had stopped staring but I couldn't wait any longer and my knickers were wet anyway. I gave a gentle push and immense relief flooded me as finally my bladder gave way, urine spilt out and didn't stop. Urine was soaking my knickers and staining them scarlet and my dress had gone see-through but I didn't care, even though everyone was staring at my soaked body and scrambling away from the wet court. I sighed in utter relief as the last few drops of urine gushed out of my poor bladder which I had been holding for what seemed like forever.
Nobody came near me as I was reeking badly, except Lily. She knelt down next to me, not bothered by the smell, grabbed my clammy palm, pulled me up and walked me off.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"Yeah.." I sighed for the umpteemth time in relief.
"You know.." Lily started.
"What?" I asked.
"I wet myself too.." She showed me her wet blue dress.
I giggled. "Lets go home and get changed."
And with that we walked off arm-in-arm, simply not caring about a thing. |
Hello again! I just thought I'd put down the short story I wrote here. The only problem is it's not that sexy and many people might not find it interesting. But anyway, here it is. Hope you all like it!
An Embarrassing Problem
Once there was a girl who went to highschool. Her name was Alice, and she was just an every day schoolgirl like anyone else at her school. Her life was fairly normal for a start, but soon that all changed. One day she saw a boy in her class. He was tall, maybe 180, with messy brown hair, and blue eyes - almost angellic - with slight asianic skin, and a gentle smile on his face. He was so dreamy; Alice felt her emotions melt on the inside. She really wanted the opportunity to talk to the boy, but she was way too shy to even try.
One day Alice was having a PE lesson and she saw Luke in her class. 'Maybe I will get the opportunity to talk to him today', she thought. But soon that became the last thing on her mind, as a more urgent matter soon presented itself.
"Teacher, I need to go to the toilet." She said.
But the teacher replied. "Not now. You can go later."
But Alice was desperate. She has a problem holding her bladder for a very long time. The doctors called it bladder weakness, but hers was a more severe case.
"Teacher please, it's urgent!"
"We will have a break in 15 minutes. But until then, there won't be any breaks!" The teacher snaps.
But she couldn't wait that long. It was getting harder to hold it with every passing moment. She tried hopping from foot to foot to hold it in. Barely a minute passes and her pain is nearly twice as worse. Thoughts cross her mind of dashing off to the changing rooms, but could she make it in time? With each passing second her muscles felt weaker and ready to give in. And the pain is nearly unbearable. Suddenly she feels a wet patch - a drop has made it past. Soon another one leaks through. She couldn't hold on much longer....
Finally she gives in, and to her sweet relief the pee begins to flow out. It quickly begins to trickle down her legs and form into a puddle below her. Some of the classmates soon notice and start to laugh at her again.
"Look! She wet herself again!" They laugh.
Alice was completely humiliated. Their laughs and sneers kept hurting her emotions like sharp daggers in the flesh. Why are they so cruel to her? It wasn't her fault she had an embarrassing problem.
The teacher soon finds out and yells for one of the students to take her to the changeroom.
"You will get detention for this, young lady!" he yells.
At this point Alice was close to crying. When she was taken around the corner and out of sight from anyone, she burst into tears. But the female student didn't offer any comfort.
"You are so stupid sometimes, you know that? Why can't you learn to control your bladder?!" She yells before leaving her in the changing room.
Alice didn't have a spare set of clothes to change into, and she didn't have the courage to ask for some. So she thought it would be best if she called her parents to take her home from school early. But even with her mother's car parked so close to the gym, it was more than embarrassing to just reach the car. Everyone could see that her dress was clearly wet, and some would snicker, giggle and laugh. It wasn't the first time something like this happened either. Sometimes the same thing happens in shopping malls. Other times she can lose control by laughing too hard, or even by sneezing. They always made fun out of her when it happened, because noone seemed to understand what her problem was. But deep down she hoped that Luke would be different. That he would understand. And as she got into the car, she was wondering what he was thinking of her of her right now.
A few weeks passed by and nearly everyone forgot about Alice's little mistake. Lucky for her it happened so often that people started losing interest in it. So now she was at home flicking through the school photo album. It was mostly for pictures of Luke, as even the sight of his photo would make her feel special. A camp excursion was coming up and she knew this would be a great opportunity to meet up with him. The only thing she's worried about was not messing things up with her little problem.
But sure enough, when the camp excursion came, the first night she woke up at 3am, and her bed is soaked. She starts to panic; all of the bedsheets are wet, and she has no idea what to do. Luckily everyone sleeps in their own bedroom, which meant noone will immediately know of her accident. But she still didn't know how to fix up her little spill on the bed.
She takes a peek outside into the hallway and to her relief someone was there. It turned out to be Luke - the boy of her dreams. She calls for his help and he graciously comes to her aid. He helped her changing everything; the mattress and bedsheets. He even offers her a spare change of clothes, but she already has a spare set of pyjamas. After the new mattress and bed has been laid, she explained her problem to Luke. But to her dearest surprise he wasn't upset about it at all. He told her not to worry about it and to call him if she needs help again. And with that, he gave her a little kiss on the cheek before leaving for the rest of the night.
To Alice's surprise, Luke asked her out on a little date the very next day. And because of his stunning rescue last night, it was an offer she couldn't refuse. They decided to take a walk in the bush to get to know each other a bit better. But after awhile of walking she started to get that feeling again - the need to pee . There were no toilets around, and the lodge was miles away. Luke suggested they should quickly head back, but after a few more minutes Alice had to stop. The pain was too intense, and she was gonna burst soon! She began to panic and didn't know what to do. Nowhere around her looked private enough for her to pee. Suddenly she felt her underwear grow damp. She gasps and quickly sat down, but it was too late. The pee dripped down past her skirt and into her shoes. It happened again; this time on a date! She covers her face and lightly starts sobbing into her hands, wishing she never had this problem. But soon she feels a gentle touch on her shoulder.
"Don't cry; these things happen from time to time." Luke says.
"I'm sorry. I wish I didn't keep doing this...."
"No, don't feel ashamed to wet yourself. It doesn't look silly." He lifts her chin up so their eyes meet. "It looks beautiful."
It almost felt like the most beautiful thing Alice has ever heard in her whole life. It was like someone finally accepted her for who she is, despite her problems. Luke then leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. Instantly she felt a spark of electricity in her whole system. A spark of love. When he pulled away, she felt so mesmerized that she completely forgot she just wet herself a moment ago.
"I love you so much." She dreamily says.
"I love you too." He replies.
Their emotions were so overflowing it took them some time to return to normal. Afterwards they decided it would be best if Alice changed into some dry clothes. Luckily, Luke already packed some clothes for her to change into. He handed her a towel and she dried herself and changed into the new clothes. Once she was finished changing they decided to make their way back to the lodge. It was a very odd feeling that Alice was experiencing. She just wet herself a moment ago but instead of feeling sad, she felt happy. Luke showed her a different feeling to her problem that she never knew existed. Maybe it wasn't a curse after all, but a blessing. She didn't know how else to express her gratitude but by saying thank you. Luke just smiled and gave her another kiss.
After that day Alice and Luke grew closer together. They saw each other every day, and went on dates whenever they could. Alice never grew out of her bladder weakness, but even so, Luke loved her as much as he could no matter what she went through. In truth, Alice never was ashamed to pee, but she just didn't like it when others made fun out of her. And Luke always had a little fetish over it, but was too afraid to admit it before. Now, all of those worries were in the past. Because now they were both together - with someone that understood and loved the other for everything they were. |
"Why She Came for Help"
Bridget had just watched another student walk out of her office feeling like she was wasting her time with kids that really didn't want to be at school. She tossed her long red-brown hair behind her head and out of her left eye, the long soft strands brushing as low as her breasts. It really seemed no use in tutoring many of her peers these days, and Bridget half wondered if it were she that was in the wrong thinking that college was all about studying and getting good grades regardless of whatever you did to bide the time.
She looked down at the computer screen to write a note in Lisa's profile to note that she had not done the required reading for the day's tutoring session and was sent off to read it before bothering her again. She sighed and shook her head.
"These kids will never learn," she muttered to herself. "Perhaps I should go back to training them--to really training them."
As Bridget started to put things away for the afternoon, her door opened. She had not expected another student, but she looked up at the door with her green eyes and freckled face just the same, her mouth a polite "I'm her to help you" smile.
Behind her, a window was open where the sun shined on Bridget's hair giving her a supernatural luster. In front of her oak desk was a smaller plastic student's chair with a clipboard in the seat. From wall to wall, along the left side of Bridget, there were nothing but books stacked in a dozen bookcases.
The door opened and it revealed a very young student not more than a few months out of high school. Her black hair hung nearly to her bottom, and her almond shaped dark peepers were shining with moisture from crying earlier that day, perhaps. She wore a nice white blouse and pink mid-thigh skirt.
The girl shuffled in looking frightened that some terrible monster or teacher would jump out at her and fail her out of college. Bridget could tell that this girl was in a lot of trouble because of the way she moved. She was desperate for something, and since she was there, that must have been help in her classes.
"I was told you could help me," the girl mumbled as she approached the oak desk.
"That depends on a few things," Bridget replied to the young girl. "I do not take new students unless they are willing to make a commitment."
"I could try," the younger girl shook with anticipation and fear of rejection at the same time.
"First, what is your name?"
"Mia."
"Have a seat and tell me what this is about."
"I'm failing everything!"
"Yes, but the only reason for a student to fail everything is that she wouldn't care about being in school to begin with."
"No, I do care," Mia started to leak a river of tears down the left side of her face. "My parents said that if I fail this year, they'll cut me off and I'll have to work at a dead-end job for the rest of my life."
Bridget sighed. "Why would your parents say something like that? Is it because you've always been popular and have never really taken your studies seriously?"
Mia looked at her; shaking; genuinely afraid.
"You were a popular chatter-box in high school, and now you are finding college a lot harder because you actually have to study, aren't you?"
"Please, miss. I don't want to fail. I can't... I can't go home a failure!"
"If I help you, I will need one hundred percent commitment from you."
"I promise. Anything. Anything." She was just about to start bawling; or begging; or anything else that might work.
"I warn you right now, I'm not going to take it easy on you. I will train you on studying and help you learn your materials, but to do that, you will have to do everything and anything I say. You will have to trust me a hundred percent."
Mia nodded her head sniffling to hold back her tears.
"My name is Bridget. If you want to study with me, you will first need to move from your place to my room. I cannot keep an eye on your study habits if I don't see you enough."
Mia gulped. "You want me to move in with you?"
"Only if you want my help."
"I do. I really do."
"Then, you'll need to move in to my room so I can show you how to study."
Mia nodded a single last rogue tear slipped down her face to nearly her nose before she wiped it away.
"Meet me at this address at six o'clock," Bridget told the younger girl. "I'll explain in detail what things you need to do, and you'll sign a contract for me to help you the rest of the year."
"Yes," Mia mumbled in a subdued somewhat relieved voice. "I'll do anything to pass."
Bridget gave her the address, and the nodded to her to let her know she could stand up and leave her office. Once Mia was out of her office, she started to stand up from her desk when someone else knocked and entered.
"Oh, Susan, it's you," Bridget addressed one of her more annoying students. "Let me guess, you can't understand something in math?"
Susan nodded. She was a fairly big and heavy tan-rosy girl with dirty-blond short hair that didn't even reach her shoulders. Her blue eyes were set as though she normally controlled things, but upon seeing her tutor, she would direct these eyes towards the floor. Her casual style with jeans and an old dirty t-shirt along with her heavy bones and the meat on them, gave her no chance to find any boys even if she wasn't trying to pass her classes.
"Did you ask the math teacher first for an explanation after class?"
"Yes," Susan said as she produced a note from the teacher.
"Dear Tutor, This student is hopeless and you would be doing her well to just advise her to take a different math class. As for today's assignments, we were combining terms on one side of the equation so we can solve for X. Her work is horrible, and she doesn't even understand what a like term is."
Bridget sighed. "He wants you to drop his class."
"I know."
"But you don't want to?"
Susan looked down.
Bring your work and sit in the chair in front of my desk then. There should be a clip board near the chair.
Bridget was starting to feel a little distress because she kept getting visitors. Susan was the fifteenth student to see her, and each one needed at least five minutes of her time. Susan would need a lot longer, and she was afraid that she was going to be late for her last class of the day helping that girl. Another irritating problem was that she had wanted to pee before her next class, but now, she knew that it would be impossible.
"Alright, let's see what you were having trouble with today," Bridget had Susan show her the work.
The work was pretty complicated for someone in their second year at school, but then they had placement tests in place and the students were allowed to choose to take easier classes, so Bridget didn't really feel sorry for Susan. Also, Susan had been warned that she had not done well enough to warrant taking the third level of algebra, and had been asked many times to drop out of it.
Bridget pushed her roller chair backwards towards a small whiteboard behind her, and she pulled it around so that Susan could see what she was doing. She stood up and wrote a sample problem that looked similar to what Susan was studying.
Bridget felt her bladder growing in heaviness, but she was as strict with herself as she was her students. She stood there explaining the formula to Susan waiting for that light that just seemed burned out or broken. It really felt as though Susan had hit a dead end with this subject, but she insisted she could get it. Bridget could only sigh.
Susan knew better than to ask to leave until the session was over because if she did, Bridget would not see her for two weeks as punishment for leaving in the middle of a session, especially a walk in one. So, Susan sat there worried that she wasn't going to get it, but tried not to feel the sting of her tears or the anxiety of a problem that stubbornly remained elusive.
Bridget sat down in her chair for a few minutes, worried that Susan was going to keep her there all day. She had another class in about thirty minutes, and she was really hoping to get to stop at the bathroom, but she refused to leave a struggling student in the middle of a concept that confused her. She squeezed her legs together while Susan thought about the current sample problem.
"Is X 19?" Susan seemed to be guessing.
"No!" Bridget was harsher than she meant to be partially because she was troubled by her heavy bladder that kept pressing at the nerves near the opening for release. "What did you forget?" She asked shifting her weight once again and bending over at the waist.
Susan thought about what Bridget meant.
Over the next ten minutes, it seemed that someone had opened Bridget's body up and poured liquid directly into her bladder. The water was swishing around like crazy, and making even little movements difficult, but she pressed on trying to make Susan understand.
Finally, Susan began to catch on a bit. She finally solved one of the problems by herself, and Bridget smiled in triumph with her. However, the need was beginning to make Bridget's privates burn with desire and her side had a dull ache.
"Are you okay, Ms. Bridget?" Susan asked politely.
"I'm fine," Bridget winced a tear at the corner of her right eye. "Now, let's see if you can get this next part before I have to get to class?"
Susan concentrated on the second part, which given the first part, made it much easier to understand. "I get it!" she shouted.
Susan spent five more minutes demonstrating to Bridget, who was wigging her lets and tapping her toes, that she could do the work.
After Bridget was finally satisfied that Susan knew what she was doing, she allowed her to leave.
"Well, I think you got it, so unless there is anything else..." Bridget broke off in mid sentence, feeling her bladder throb, and her holes relax for the shortest of moments releasing a bit of moisture into her stainless white cotton panties. She gasped.
Susan left out the door, and Bridget put her hand down by her brown skirt and felt up inside it, relieved that the material of her skirt was still dry and her panties really were not that wet. She stood up as fast as she could without letting her privates open again, and she made her way to the door of her office shaking.
The walk down the corridor to the nearest bathroom was a struggle the entire way, her hands practically pushing at the front of her skirt, but unable to really grab herself. She was shaking. She was walking a bit slower than usual trying not to let anything else out.
Upon reaching the ladies' door, Bridget felt relieved. After her business was taken care of with only a wet patch in her panties the size of five or six quarters, she breathed in and out slowly, the shame and fear slowly disappearing. Then, she made her way to class where no one realized that she had nearly wet herself."Bridget's Way of Doing Things"
Bridget looked at her watch as she walked off from her last class of the day. It was 5:15 and she was supposed to meet her new student to tutor at 6:00 at her little guest room that she rented from a wealthy couple off of campus. She would have to hurry to make it on time, and some how, earlier, she had managed to keep from getting her clothes soaked, though her panties did have a little smell in them from the two little squirts that had sneaked in on her on the way to the toilets.
She was supposed to be the tutor and the one in control, so it would not have been good at all if the student she met to tutor had caught her in wet clothes. Thank the cosmos for little miracles. Now, she was rushing to the bus stop to catch the last one that would get her to her home on time. The younger student, if she was only a first year as Bridget had thought, was probably already done with classes and waiting for her.
Bridget constantly watched her watch as the city bus made each of its stops on its way to her abode. Inside, she was saying over and over, hurry up, in a sing-song worried chant. If the girl had been serious and taken her up on her offer, the last thing she wanted to do was set a bad example on the first day.
The bus finally arrived at her stop and Bridget quickly made her way off of the bus, down the main street to her turn and walked to the end of the court where she found the large two story gray house that was in front of her abode. The Jackson family lived in that gray house, and behind it, they rented her a small guest house.
In front of the gray house, sitting on the steps, was the black haired Asian that Bridget had met earlier with three suitcases and two large boxes sitting next to her. Apparently the girl was serious about getting help; enough so that she was there with her stuff already.
"You already brought your things?" Bridget commented as she walked up to the girl letting her know she was there. Glancing at her watch she was relieved to find that she was there almost five minutes early.
Mia nodded her head. "You said you wanted me to move in with you, so I spent the time after I left your office to go pack."
"What about your classes?"
"I didn't think it would matter if I missed one afternoon because if you didn't take me in and help me anyway, I'd probably have to drop and go back a failure to work in some dead-end job like McDonald's. You told me to meet you at six, so I am here ready to do anything you say."
"I didn't expect or want you to miss classes. You are far enough behind without doing that." She looked at Mia hard for a moment then smiled. "I guess what is done is done. Get one of your boxes and follow me."
Mia stood quickly and grabbed the nearest box ready to do anything Bridget told her to do. They walked away from the steps and around the corner of the house to the gate of the fence that separated the backyard from the front. Down a short walk with lush healthy green grass and patches of flowers here and there, winding around three nice water fountains, and past a few trees, it seemed that Bridget lived in a garden. And at the end of it, about six or seven meters from the main house, was the guest house.
From the outside, it was obvious that the pink and white guesthouse couldn't be much more than a single room, and upon entering, that was confirmed. In the area closest to the door, there were two love seats set up facing a small television. towards the middle of the room, a full-sized bed and a smaller single bed that had rails much like a crib stood. Way in the back, a kitchen card table, some counter space, a small stove and little fridge with kitchen sink completed the main room.
In the front area, near the television, there were also two desks. One desk was a regular study desk with a hutch and a computer on it. It looked as though Bridget was currently using it to its full capacity, but next to it, a smaller almost elementary school style desk with a plastic student's chair not much different from what you'd see in high school sat facing the smaller desk.
Near the beds, there were two dressers and a large sliding-door style walk in closet. And at the kitchen card table there were only one full sized table chair and one chair that looked like it was made for a child. Indeed, it was made of wood, and looked nothing more than a baby's high chair that had had the tray portion removed.
"Go put your box next to that bed," Bridget pointed at the smaller child-like crib, "and then get your other things."
Mia nodded though she shivered at the thought that it looked like the bed was a crib and the second chair at the table seemed to mean to treat her like a child. She walked outside, and back in carrying her things mostly one at a time because she was a small person, therefore didn't have the strength to lift more than one of the boxes or suitcases which were stuffed full of her things.
Once everything was inside, Mia looked around and noticed that Bridget had disappeared. "Now where did she go," thought Mia.
Bridget had taken the time while Mia was busy getting her things to go outside, back to the main house and into the back door to get to the bathroom. She went through the familiar kitchen door, and turned to the right down a very short corridor which had one bedroom and one bathroom in it. This was the bathroom that Bridget had been accustomed to using since coming to this guest house nearly three years ago.
The only bedroom down this corridor had been turned into a small office, and this was where she would often meet Mr. Jackson when she renewed her contract with him or when they had to discuss some business over her lease of the guest house. This was the only part of the main house she had ever been shown or allowed through. Just enough so she had access to the only bathroom available to her and the office where she'd meet her landlord.
Bridget walked back into the guest house to find Mia already finished bringing her things inside, and standing nervously by the child's bed that she intended to give the younger student.
"Please come to the table so we can discuss the contract," Bridget said as she reached into her desk drawer and fumbled around for her pre-made papers.
Mia opened her backpack and pulled out a packet of papers as well before she walked to the table. In front of her, she placed the packet of papers reading them again for the fifth time that day.
Bridget came over to the table and blushing realized that Mia already had the papers she was looking for. "Oh, did I already give you those?"
Mia nodded.
"Forgive me, I was so busy today, I forgot that I had. So, have you read them through?"
Mia nodded a little nervously.
"Do you have any questions?"
Mia had lots of questions and really didn't understand the contract she was looking at. It seemed like Bridget was asking her to give up all of her freedoms and to just be almost like her child. It didn't make sense, however, that Bridget wanted a child because the contract had specifically warned her that if she wanted to be treated like a child or wanted to ditch her responsibility to succeed then there was nothing Bridget could do for her and she should forget this arrangement.
"No," Mia whispered hoping that Bridget would make those finer points more clear to her. Even if she was treated like a child or not, she couldn't face going back home a failure. Not only would she not have anything to look forward to, but her father had threatened to stop supporting her completely and that she would be cut off if she didn't take her studies seriously enough to pass.
"Then showing up here, even after you have read the contract means you are willing to do everything I ask of you, right?" Bridget smiled.
"Yes," Mia mumbled and shivered.
"Fine. Sign and date both your copy and mine. I'll do the same and we'll keep them in our desks."
Mia nodded. She felt a little funny being in the child's chair at the table as she signed the paper, but she fit just fine because of her slender and petite form. She looked around the room again seeing her unpacked things by the child's bed.
"Let's get your things put away, and then we'll start studying right away," Bridget said in a cheerful voice as she took her copy of the signed contract.
As they took out the clothes from her suitcases and took her dresses and skirts to the closet to hang up, Mia noticed a wood bucket in the corner of the closet and on the top shelf, she saw a package of unopened diapers. She shrugged though her face felt a little flush upon seeing them.
The dresser she was to use, had three bottom drawers for her regular things, one upper drawer for her underthings, and in the other upper drawer, she saw some somewhat childish panties already there. She blushed again and closed the drawer. The contract had not said anything about that, that she knew of. Maybe they were just left over there for some reason, she had to hope.
Once she was unpacked, Bridget took her to her desk and asked her to take out the results from her mid-terms that she had just had last week. The grades were appalling, but Bridget shrugged them off as she saw them. Math was a fifty-three, English was a forty-nine, Science was a sixty-three, and Political Science was a sixty-nine. All of these were a good reason to want help.
Bridget took those tests and put them inside her desk drawer, then she pulled out
a math paper from her desk drawer which seemed to have very similar questions on it. "I want to see if you really are that stupid or if the idea of taking a test had cause you to freeze."
Mia looked up at her, the words stinging her soul. She didn't challenge her tutor though, but took the paper from her to start.
"Don't think of this as a test," Bridget told her. "How well you do on it will not determine if I help you or not, but rather just how I will start in math."
Mia nodded feeling a bit anxious just the same. "Maybe It's All The New Stress"
While Mia worked on the new math paper that Bridget gave her, she went to the fridge and pulled out a can of cola and some food for dinner. She poured the cola into a glass with some ice and put it near Mia, but out of her way enough that she wouldn't spill it.
"Here, you need to keep yourself alert so you can do well, so drink this while you work. I'm going to be making dinner while you work."
Mia nodded.
Bridget then went back to the little kitchenette area and started working on their dinner, some spaghetti for dinner. She was chopping up lots of fresh vegetables for it because she never appreciated how little real vegetables they actually packed into the Ragu Sauce she usually used for making anything Italian.
Mia worked at her seat trying very hard to show Bridget how much a good student she could be if she put her mind to it. She worked on the problems for nearly a couple of hours without a break while Bridget prepared dinner. She felt that a lot of these problems were do-able with Bridget's help, but there were four or five that she had to skip so she could ask Bridget about them when she had time to help her.
The smells from the spaghetti were flooding the air around both girls, and they both put a hand to their stomach as they were reminded that it was past dinner time at nearly eight-thirty. Bridget set the table with plates, glasses, and silverware towards the end, and Mia tried very hard not to look at the kitchen, but at her work. She had already finished the easier parts of the test that Bridget had given her, and she was now working on one of the problems that she had to go back to.
Bridget walked out of the room for a few minutes, and Mia took this to mean that she was not to get up just yet.
Bridget made her way to the main house, through the kitchen, waved "hi" to Mr. Jackson who owned the houses, and into the bathroom that she was allowed to use. She finished quickly and washed her hands. One thing that she had forgotten about, was the near accident she had earlier until she pulled down her panties to pee, but she was relieved to see that it hadn't stained, and it was now nearly dry with only girl stuff in it.
She made her way back to the girls' room and as she approached Mia, she stopped at her chair.
"Well, how did it go?"
"I couldn't get these five problems," Mia sighed.
"Alright. Why don't you take a break and eat first, and then we can look at them together after wards, okay?"
"Sure."
Mia came to the table, the aura of the smell practically lifting her from the floor and pulling her along by the nose. The fumes were wonderful, and her stomach growled at the food wanting to eat.
Bridget went back into the fridge and pulled out some milk for Mia and some Lemon Tea.
"Please drink some milk with your dinner."
"I don't usually...."
"I know. If you ate and drank healthy things all the time, you'd do better in your studies. The fact that you aren't good at anything implies that you are not getting enough energy to study well."
Mia looked down. She realized that this could have been true because since coming to the school so far away from her mother who always used to cook for her, she really hasn't been eating very healthy things.
"You asked me to help you pass, so you need to do what I say when it comes to making yourself capable as a student, okay?"
Mia nodded. "I'll do anything."
She took the milk and started to drink it.
Halfway through the dinner, Mia started to look a little confused and worried. Her head tilted to the left and she looked deep in thought. She scratched her head muttering to herself.
"Is something wrong?" Bridget asked as Mia shifted slightly in her seat as she thought.
"Nothing," Mia said at first. "It's just I keep thinking I forgot something."
"Oh, that's probably just because you are in a new place, and you are a little nervous because I'm going to help you study, and I'm being a bit strict."
"Yeah, that might be it," Mia was still a bit unnerved and uncertain. She was sure she forgot to ask something important, but she couldn't think of what that was.
Bridget and she ate the dinner, Mia being polite and eating or drinking whatever Bridget asked her to for the time being. Nothing offered to her presented her with much difficulty after all.
Once dinner was finished, Bridget asked Mia to go back to studying, and she started to wash the dishes. This time, Bridget had produced an English test for Mia to study.
Mia sat at the desk working on her test not thinking about the fact that it had been about 11:30 in the morning when she last used the toilet, and now it was nearing 10:30 in the evening.
Bridget came over to see how she was doing on her writing soon after finishing the dishes.
"Your spelling is so bad, you shouldn't have graduated high school like that," Bridget said heartlessly.
"I know."
"Well, then I guess I'm going to have to do some vocabulary and spelling practice with you so we can improve that."
"Yes Ma'am."
Bridget continued looking over the paper while Mia watched with shameful eyes.
"Can... can... can I use the bathroom?" Mia suddenly asked.
"It's a bit late," Bridget said as if that had anything to do with it.
"I know, but I have to go."
"Well, the main house is locked up for the night," Bridget told her. They lock the door at 9:30."
"Oh, but surely we have a place we can..."
"I guess," Bridget went into the closet and pulled out an old bucket and a pair of panties and nightshirt to show her roommate. "You can use this, for tonight. Then change into these for sleeping."
Mia didn't think Bridget was being strange about the clothes, but the bucket? "Um... how do I go in the bucket? Do... do... do I have to go in front of you?"
"Not at all. You can go in the closet if you like."
Mia sighed in relief. "Sure, and then you want me to change into these things?"
Bridget nodded. |
"How Bridget Likes to Start Her Students"
Mia slipped into the closet and nervously put the bucket into position. She started to sit, but it wasn't like sitting on a chair or toilet. If she just tried to sit, she'd fall in. She tried to squat over it, but it was too wide for that, and put her in a clumsy situation that would make her fall if she tried to stay that way long enough to go.
Mia sighed and wondered how she was supposed to use a bucket like this. It wasn't small enough to sit on comfortably, and she was starting to really feel like going badly. That cola she had been drinking early had gone through her system. She wiggled around some dancing in place trying to figure out what to do. Even standing over the bucket would place her legs too far apart to stay like that long, and she'd probably get tired and fall in it. Her stomach throbbed some.
Mia sighed and realized there was only one thing she could do. She also noted that the bucket was just wide enough for this. She stood inside it, causing her legs to be a bit closer together than she wanted, and she couldn't really squat or her bottom wouldn't be over the bucket. She hoped the stream wouldn't be too forceful or it might miss the bucket anyway, but it was the best solution she could come up with. She stood over it, shaking slightly from nerves. It was hard to get it to start at first despite the extreme discomfort to her abdomen.
It seemed to take an eternity, but eventually, Mia felt the water slip out of the cracks in her pelvis, down her legs in a controlled flow as she fought to keep it a slow small stream so it wouldn't squirt across the small room with a wood floor, such as the room was. For the most part, because it was almost just a trickle escaping her most intimate region, she was able to keep the floor mostly dry, but her legs were getting wet on quite badly due to the near touching of her thighs, the position she was forced to stand in to keep inside the bucket.
She finally finished, and realizing there was no toilet paper or anything else to wipe with, she used the only thing that made sense at the time, her already dirty and used panties that she was going to swap. She stepped out of the bucket, her feet dripping the gold liquid on the floor and reached down to get the discarded panties to wipe her legs and her pubic mound whose forest had been shaved a couple of months earlier and kept that way.
Upon putting on the purple panties, something about them didn't feel right. They felt rather soft and bulky in the crotch and around the back. It was almost as if... she was wearing... training pants! Her face blushed as she discovered what she was given to sleep in. She also didn't miss a box of real diapers resting in plain sight on the top shelf drawing her to fear that Bridget might actually put one on her. She poked her head out of the closet and whispered for Bridget to come over.
"Bridget!"
"What?" she sounded a little irritated.
"Do you know what you gave me to wear?"
"Yeah. Your sleeping clothes."
"No, I mean," Mia blushed a little nervous to bring it up. "You gave me... some..."
"Sleeping panties," Bridget said without shame. "Do you intend to try to fill that bucket all night now you know how hard it is to use?"
Mia shook her head.
"And if you have to go again?"
"I'll used it if I really have to go again," Mia said now catching on. "I won't wet the bed, honest."
"Well, we'll see," Bridget said. "But for tonight, you wear those. If they are dry in the morning, I'll let you sleep in regular panties tomorrow."
"I'm not a baby, and I do have good control," Mia blushed.
"That's fine. But you did promise to do anything I asked, didn't you?"
Mia nodded.
"Then wear those for now. If you are dry tomorrow, then I'll let you wear regular panties to sleep tomorrow night."
"Alright," Mia said sounding too tired to argue.Part 2
Mia walked over to her bed and climbed in. She sighed before letting sleep relax her and move her past this dreadful day.
In the night, Bridget climbed out of bed without waking Mia. She slipped over to the sink and carefully turned on the hot water to adjust it body temperature. Then she slipped back to Mia's bed, carefully pulled the blanket back from her enough to expose her panties and put just a bit of water in the crotch of her panties and on the bed between her legs. Then she covered the girl again very carefully so the blankets would keep the water warm.
The next morning, Mia felt something strange between her legs and in her crotch and she gasped as she realized that there was wetness there. Her face started to sweat. It really felt like she had leaked in her panties, and she couldn't believe it."Little Roomie?"
Mia woke up wet and felt trapped. She didn't remember peeing herself ever since elementary school, and she felt that her size and her immature emotions already made this situation much harder than it had to be. Also her desperate need to pass this year and get back on track to succeed at school made her even more dependent on this strange teacher. She lie in bed trying to wait for Bridget to leave the room or something, but she didn't seem to go anywhere. She knew she had no choice but to fess up.
"Miss Bridget," she mumbled. "I peed myself last night."
"Let's see," Bridget came to her bedside and pulled back the blankets revealing the damp panties and a small wet spot on the bed. "It's not that bad, Mia. Go ahead and get up and get a shower."
Mia climbed out of bed, stretched, and then put on some sweats to go to the main house where she'd find a bathroom to use the toilet and take her shower.
Bridget meanwhile, prepared some clean clothes for Mia to include a nice colorful blouse, a skirt and some regular white full bloomer panties that were not sexy in the slightest, but at least were adult garments. When Mia came back from her bath dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, and saw her things laid out, she sighed.
"Can't I even wear what I want?"
"What did you want to wear?"
"Well, I was hoping..." she trailed off.
"You wanted to dress sexy, didn't you?"
Mia looked down. She thought it was a young woman's right to feel special especially during this time of her life.
"You cannot be distracted by boys right now if you want to raise your grades," Bridget warned her. "You need to dress conservatively at least until your grades are back up and you know you'll pass. Tell you what, if you work hard for the next couple of days, I'll take you somewhere special on Friday."
Mia nodded. She didn't agree, but she didn't want to lose the best tutor on the campus either, and Bridget was the most recommended tutor for saving failing students. She couldn't go home a failure, so she'd do as Bridget said. She would avoid dating until Bridget gave her permission.
"We have a meeting at the library at 6:00," Bridget told her as Mia dressed. "We'll have a study office all to ourselves with access to materials to help you study. I also need to see you at my office between 11:00 adn 1:00. Make sure you come or I can't check."
"Che...check?" Mia had a nervous feeling about the way she said that.
"Yeah. You will be studying in your classes without being late, you not leave early or in the middle of your classes, and you will show me the notes you take so I can make sure you are getting good notes for classes too. No sleeping in class."
"Can't you check that after the end of the day?" Mia asked a little red.
"I could, but I need to check you before you start your afternoon classes anyway."
"Why?"
"Because I also have to make sure you aren't wet."
"I'm not a baby," Mia pouted. "I have good control," she responded her eyes narrowed at her tutor. 'Or at least I did,' she thought to herself. "You can't be serious. I don't want you to check to see."
"Well, it's up to you. But if you want my help to turn your study habits around, then you really need to do as I say otherwise I'm just wasting my time with you because as long as you will not change, then you will fail your classes."
Mia took a deep breath, looking at the floor. "Alright. I'll come to your office to be checked," she muttered. "I want to pass."Next part
Bridget left to go back to her office knowing that if Mia was serious about passing then she would come to the office to be checked and if she wasn't then she was making up her own mind. Bridget didn't really expect the girl to be wet, after all, the only reason she looked wet was because of her water trick.
She prepared for her first student that would come after her first class, then she walked over to her class.
The class was short and sweet, and Bridget felt ready to tackle the problems of her students on this day. She really looked forward to Mia visiting her at her office later. Mia was the one she most wanted to see, because there was something cute about her.
Karia, a twenty year old blond was the first to come to her office that morning with questions about science. She produced a quiz that had only three out of 20 corrected.
"I just don't understand chemistry," she said slumping her shoulders.
"It's okay," Bridget smiled up at her. "Let's just do this one question at a time, and I'll show you how to study anything for a test when you are not good at that subject."
next post: June 15 2011
Bridget walked to her bookcase and pulled out a book related to Chemistry and opened it at her desk. Then she looked up at Karia once she was settled.
"Did you take notes everyday you were in his class?" she asked Karia.
"Yes I did. I know you won't help me unless I do."
"Let's see them"
Karia pulled out her notebook, and the notes were extensive with diagrams and side notes she had added from reading her books. Bridget was truly impressed.
"This is really good, Karia. So, even though you are taking notes like this, you are still finding Chemistry very difficult?"
Karia nodded.
"Then let's look at how you are studying the notes."
Bridget and Karia got right to work.
Some time later, after Karia had gone and Bridget was working on the computer, the clocked seemed to speed up and it was soon time for an expected knock upon the office door.
The time slowly ticked and Bridget watched the office door expectantly. Would Mia come?
11:30... her class was out.
Bridget shifted as she looked from the clock to the door and back to her computer.
11:32...
Bridget clicked on her schedule and checked that she had to go to Math at 1:30. she looked at the door, and still did not see Mia.
11:33...
Mia felt a little pressure in her stomach, but she crossed her legs and looked at the door. Maybe Mia had cold feet after last night. Maybe she wasn't that desperate for help as Bridget had thought.
11:34...
The door remained closed and Bridget checked her writing assignment for her doctorate class. There was still some revising to do on it. She sighed.
11:35...
The door opened and Bridget looked over expectantly, but sighed as she saw it was just Lisa.
"Bridget? I was wondering it I could set up some time for tomorrow."
"Sure."
"Would you have some time between 10:00 and 11:30?"
Bridget checked her calendar worried that Mia had either forgotten or that she was going to skip her tutoring.
"Yes, I have time tomorrow at that time."
"So, I can use the whole time?"
"Sure."
Bridget marked the time.
11:38...
Lisa left the office and the door was pulled immediately open by--
...
Mia. |
10:30pm
*loud video game noises*
"Ha I win again Ty." said a very cheerful Frosslass. Fross, her name, was a very determined very powerful pokemon. She had gleaming blue eyes and snowy white hair (no pun intended) and a very icy attitude. (bad pun intended ;)) Wearing her signature white robe and panties almost everywhere she is not hard to spot.
"In your face."
"Oh you totally got lucky." retorted Ty, a Typhlosion with an attitude as hot as his flamethrower. He doesn't look that bad either. He, unlike many of his kind have eyes that change colors depending on his emotions red being neutral which is most of the time. He usually wears his signature T-shirt with flames around the collar and long beige pants unless there is a special occasion.
He and Fross have been friends for as long as they could remember and they always had each others backs as well. They are titled the double battle overlords at school and are always up for challenges.
"Face it you will never beat me at this." gloated Fross
"Hey! I've beaten you before." Ty retorted
"Yeah because I feel pity on you and LET you win." she said
"Oh yeah right." he said with an obvious hint of sarcasm
"Yeah, RIGHT!" she repeated
"I'm supposed to believe that?"
"You better believe it and I'll prove it tomorrow." she said turning off the game. In her hand was a half emptied water bottle.
"Fine then but I will totally show you up ." he said getting up from the chair he was sitting in. He threw away his water bottle and followed Fross to the bedrooms. Even though he has been here before, he still needed Fross to lead him everywhere stating how HUGE her parent's mansion is.
"Remind me how you find your way out of our room, much less this house." Ty said.
"It's not hard if you've lived in it since ever." she replied even though she wondered that herself."Well I'm tired," she said as she finished her bottle of water. "Good night Ty."
"Same to you Fross."1:50am
Ugh. hmm its still dark? I usually don't wake up this early. thought Ty. As he tried to fall back asleep he felt a small twinge in his bladder that jolted him back awake.What the? Hmm maybe i should take care of this but then again I would need a map to figure out this place in the morning. I wont bother. Ignoring his bladder's warning he, once again, went to sleep. First mistake.2:27am
As soon as he fell asleep another twinge, sharper than the last, jolted him back awake. Ugh obviously I wont get a good sleep with this. Still so early but I'm sure I can handle it. I just need something to pass the time.
He grabbed his bag and pulled out some gaming magazines and started reading. This strategy worked for all of five minutes until the pressure started worsening. Soon he was squirming in the bed and it became almost impossible to concentrate on the magazine.
He was getting irritated and his eyes turned orange. (color for angry)Grr really, sigh this is bad . How much did I drink anyway? Well I would have preferred to avoid this but its becoming obvious that I wont make it dry if I don't take care of this.
Carefully he got out of bed and exited the room, because of the darkness he took his hand and lit his fingers like a match to illuminate the way.3:45am
By this time things looked bleak. Ty's bladder was definitely full and the pressure was intense. He was getting desperate and searched every door he found. AKA a lot of doors.Not it....Not it....NOT IT. ARRGH they have about 20 kitchens and living rooms but no flipping restroom?
Soon he had to keep holding his crotch and keep his legs pressed together while trying to find somewhere to relieve himself. All of a sudden he tripped and he could feel some warm urine spurted out.Gah! *thud* ow...sigh that was close. I hope its not noticeable. The wet spot was as he'd hope unnoticeable. Just about the size of a pebble. Just then something made him tremble in horror. When he looked down he saw that he was kneeling in a puddle bigger than his head. The thought that it might just have been water calmed him for all of two seconds until the faint scent of urine reassured him that it was not and his eyes turned as blue as Fross'.
No...that can't possibly be mine....although if it isn't, whose is it? Anyway figure that out later I have to hurry before something similar happens to me.4:00am
More doors more desperation. By this time it was obvious that he was desperate. Squirming with his hands clutching his crotch doing anything to stop the inevitable.Sigh one last door. as he opened the door he was surprised to see inside that he was right where he started. WHAAAT! I've been going in a complete circle this whole time. Damn this stupid mansion!
His fury caused him to momentarily lose control until the warmth of urine slapped him into reality. Damn I'm screwed why did I drink so much water anyway? I'm a fire type! Sigh okay back to work. Soon after his bladder was at his peak his muscles weakening he was about to give up hope and go right there until a faint sound spiked his curiosity. As he drew closer the sound became clearer as if someone was crying. A closer look revealed it to be none other than... What the-- Fross? Before his eyes he saw Fross on the floor in a puddle, her robe drenched in pee, crying her eyes out.
"Fross, what happened?"
"Leave me alone."
"Wha' no, why?"
"Just go!" she said shooting a shadow ball at her friend.
Easily dodged he tried to confront her once more. "Listen it's fine these things happen to anyone."
"No! they don't" she sobbed.
"Yes, they do. Most people go through this."
"Not in their own house Ty. It's pathetic and demeaning. You wouldn't understand anyway. It hasn't happened to you yet." Little did she know.
"Yes it has."
"When? Name one time."
"Actually..." At this point he had to swallow his pride for his friend so even though he didn't want to. He did it. The faint hissing sound captured Fross' attention. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She could only watch as Ty half-willingly drenched his tight beige pants, urine streaming down his legs into his socks and shoes and on the floor. He continued wetting for about a minute until the stream slowed to a trickle.
"Ty y-you didn't have to do that."she finally said.
I wanted to; to prove that it can happen to anyone. Come on let's get ourselves cleaned up."
After a quick change of clothes the two found there way back to the bedroom.
"Thanks btw."
"It's fine but there is one question. How did you end up that way anyway?"
"Oh, well....." |
(The following covers the previous chapter in Fross' perspective.)
*Backtrack*
"Thanks BTW."
"It's fine but there is one question. How did you end up that way anyway?"
"Oh, well....."
2:00am that same morning
*yawn* Huh? still dark. *yawn* Too early. good night.
As her head hit the pillow her bladder sent her another warning. Wha.. is that what this is about sigh whatever it can wait till morning.
2:20am
One powerful jolt later quickly told her that her bladder was NOT playing around. It forced her out of sleep. Ugh that one kinda stung. Groan, so not the time for this. she thought trying to eliminate some of the pressure off her bladder. Hoping the swift movements she made didn't wake up her friend, she took a quick glance at Ty. Once reassured that he wasn't waking up she tried to figure out a way to deal with her situation.
Stubborn bladder I couldn't have possibly drank that much today. Obviously I wont get much sleep if this goes on so I better fix this. As she exited the room she was greeted by darkness. Not a problem, however, she was a ghost Pokemon, her vision can adapt to darkness better than the average Pokemon. Still though it doesn't make it entirely brighter, just good enough to see where she was going. And so she proceeded on her search. Thinking she knew where to go she had no reason to hurry, taking her time doing what she wanted. Until she got to the door. What the?!
2:45
What the?! This is the living room! The shock that event gave her added even more pressure unto her bladder and she was soon feeling the effects. This was not the time for leisure she had to find a bathroom soon.
Grr, its times like these that make me regret having only one bathroom in this huge place. She thought. Her legs were pressed together as she came a cross a fork in the road so to speak. Oh great, now which way do I go? Hmm....I remember heading through this way so I guess I'll try it.
3:15
Not it....Not it....NOT IT. ARRGH WHY CANT I FIND IT?! By this time there was no question that she was desperate. Her hands pushing her robe into her pee hole walking slowly and carefully as not to leak into her white cotton panties. She was quickly getting exhausted and annoyed after failing one attempt after another. She winced as another spasm struck her and another and another.
As she entered another room she soon made it out to be... THE GAME ROOM ARE YOU SERIOUS? The game room is so far from the restroom though which means I've been going the wrong way all this time! All the shock and frustration made her lose control. The urine flooded through her panties and leaving a huge wet spot on her robe. A small puddle grew before she stopped the flow. Tears welled in her eyes from the pain and embarrassment and although the incident may have brought some relief it was only temporary as her bladder was still very full.
After a few minutes she regained her balance and again started to search for the restroom.
4:00
By this time it was her breaking point. Taking baby step after baby step and eventually stopping every once and awhile to regain control, she went on. Getting more desperate with every step. She knew she wasn't going to make it but she had too much pride to stop. Finally reaching an entrance for another room.
"O-O-One last d-door." She managed to say. She hesitated upon remembering that he needed one of two hands to complete this task and then slowly crossed her legs keeping he left hand clenched in between and removed her other hand. The movement released some more urine as she reached for the doorknob. As she gripped the knob and opened the door she felt another huge spasm hit her and she slipped landing on her knees.
As she fell she instantly lost control and the floodgates opened releasing a torrent of urine out of her pee hole. "No NO NO please NO!!" she cried. The pee drenched her robe clothes and splattered on the floor as the puddle grew larger. All he did was sit there, fists clenched, and cry as she uncontrollably wet herself in her own home. After a minute the steady stream finally slowed down and stopped. Still motionless she kept crying from the embarrassment or the incident that just happened. Just then she was startled to hear a familiar voice.
"Fross, what happened?"
.................................................................................................
Back in present time
"...and that's what happened." Fross said after the explanation. Some tears ran down from reliving those memories but she held on.
"Wow must have been a rough time." Ty replied.
"Yeah, but its over now at least." said Fross. "You are going to keep this a secret right?" she whispered."
"Hmm...let me think about that."
"TY!" she screamed
"Hey come on, you know I'm kidding. I would never tell anyone."
"Thanks." she said reassured.
"Well let's try this again. Good night."
"Same to you Ty. Oh and remember to at least try to not get pwned today."
"Ha ha so funny."
The two laughed and fell asleep once more. This time sure they wont wake up for a while. |
(Note: This is based on the english version of Tokyo Mew Mew so the names are different and such. Also some of my facts may not be right because I only started watching the show last week)
"Come on guys!" Zoey yelled as she looked at her watch and wiped down her last table in café mew mew.
"It's Kikki's circus performance in an hour! Renee will already be there with her!"
"Oooh, wait." Bridget moaned, running toward the bathrooms. "It'll take a while to get there and I need to go.."
"Ooh, yeah." Corina and Zoey yelped in unison and ran to the bathrooms with her.
"How about 'Ooh, no?" Elliot said, standing in front of the door to the female employee bathrooms. "Kikki's performance starts soon and she'll be so upset if her fellow mew mews can't make it. Besides, girls, your ages range from 13 to 15. You can surely hold on. You're not babies."
"But we need to go, Elliot!" Bridget protested. "You can't control that!"
"Maybe I can." Elliot laughed slyly. "Now girls, stop throwing a tantrum and get in my car. I have to drive you there unfortunately."
"Grr" Corina fumed as she walked away with Zoey and Bridget. "He thinks he can control every bit of us, he's wrong!"
"Yeah." Zoey mumbled.
They walked out of cafe mew mew, their legs slightly crossed and their hair ruffling in the wind. They climbed into Elliot's black Lamborghini one after the other. Elliot followed and climbed into the drivers seat.
"Drink this." Elliot said, handing Zoey a milkshake with three straws in it. "Just to keep you cool, it's so warm in here." Elliot said innocently.
The Mews didn't oblige and sucked the drink down thirstily, not hearing Elliot's sly giggle over the roar of the engine.
What they didn't know was that Elliot had laced the drink with diuretic, purposely to shame the girls.
"Oh.." Bridget mumbled, feeling her bladder filling quickly.
Zoey handed the empty glass back to Elliot and squealed, putting her hands between her legs.
Corina tried her best not to put her hands between her legs but her bladder was filling fast but still not enough to wet herself.
"What was in that drink?" Zoey moaned as she shifted position and managed to stop the pressure. "And why do I need to pee twice as bad?"
"You're not alone." Mumbled Corina and Bridget.
"Aw!" Mocked Elliot. "Does little kitty need to use her litter box?" Elliot cooed and teased.
"Shut up Elliot" Zoey said through gritted teeth.
Corina was feeling the pressure now as her bladder filled higher. She clenched her legs as tight as possible around eachother, desperate not to show the girls her weak side.
Bridget was feeling the worst, her bladder got full to the top quite quickly, just about not spilling and thudding in agony as if it was going to burst any second while a dull ache was forming down below. On the outside she seemed strong if not a little shaken like the other girls but on the inside she was screaming and begging for relief, her whole body hot.
As if this day could get any worse for the three girls it began to rain heavily and spat down on the roof of the car in a menacing way and they all moaned at the noise, ignoring Elliot's mocking.
Zoey had both hands in between her legs and felt like she wanted to shove her head there too. It didn't help as her uniform clung to her bladder squeezing it tightly like a water balloon.
Her bladder too had began to hurt due to not going to the bathroom for the whole day. It hissed and spat at her as if telling her off for not fighting Elliot out of the way there and then. She let out an incoherent moan as she curled up once again.
Corina was the only one keeping her calm as her bladder was only half full. She also curled up in an attempt to block out the noise of the teasing rain and closed her eyes to practice keeping calm, like she always did when she was about to do ballet.
"What do we do, Zoey?" Asked Bridget helplessly. "I swear, I'm not going to make it either way and I need to have some sort of relief, fast...
"Elliot.." Moaned Zoey as a wave of pain coarsed over her bladder. "Please stop the car.. I need to go.."
"Psh, weakling." Elliot narrowed his eyes. "There's no bathroom here, Zoey, you're waiting, sor-ree!" He sing songed to her.
"Fine then." Zoey moaned, sitting up and folding her arms.
"What do we do, Zoey?" Bridget was trying not to sob.
"Shh, I'm thinking." Zoey said.
Just then they went over a speed bump. It came as a shock for all the girls and Corina shot up.
Zoey and Bridget gasped as a little trickle of urine escaped from their bladders and into their white cotton knickers.
Corina moaned. "Ooooh I really need to go now.." Her bladder was bulging and a long shot of hot urine streamed into her own panties while Corina let out a small and slightly relieved gasp as her bulging bladder's pressure decreased a bit but also left a small marble sized wet patch on her navy pinafore.
"Thats it." Zoey hissed. "He is being such a brat today. We'll pay him back guys."
"How" Both girls asked back, desperate for relief now, sweat drops beading up on their foreheads.
"We let go." Zoey said. "Theres no other way."
"Okay...." Both girls were a little embarrassed but just wanted to feel okay.
"Wait!" Said a little whispering voice.
"What is it, Mini Mew?" Asked Zoey, sighing as her bladder screamed in protest for making it wait.
"Need to go too Zoey! Need to go too!" Said Mini Mew.
"Okay..?" Said Zoey quietly, puzzled. "You go too.."
"I can't hold on!" Corina and Bridget said quietly as their poor bladders gave way, and a hissing sound was heard, but only a quiet one. Hot urine streamed out of their bladders and through their panties until dripping onto their thighs and into their socks and shoes. It was neverending but Bridget and Corina were sighing in relief as their bladders ran like a tap.
Zoey still hadn't let go but seeing the golden liquid drip in a puddle around her friends made her want to let go too. Her bladder gave one, heavy thud and soon enough her poor bladder couldn't take it. It gave another thud in protest, then another, heavier one and finally it let go. Zoey sighed quietly in relief as the hot, golden liquid ran out of her, her bladder already feeling better as it's pressure decreased rapidly and collected on the car floor, dripping into her socks and shoes while making a large puddle on the front of her dress.
Once she had stopped there was still a sighing sound going on.
All the girls looked toward Mini Mew who was now feeling content as he sat in his own tiny yellow puddle, eyes closed.
"You're here, girls" Elliot said.
They quickly got out of the car, dripping and slammed the door.
Elliot drove away without realizing the girls had just gone to the bathroom in his car.
"We need to find some new clothes before the show.." Zoey moaned as the cold air whipped her wet dress onto her drying legs.
"We've got fifteen minutes." Corina said.
"Shame we can't go Mew Mew.." Bridget moaned.
"Yeah.." Zoey sighed, rubbing the back of her head.
"Come on, lets go.." Corina said. "Everyone is staring.."
Chapter Two soon! |
This is a story based off the game Zelda: Link's Awakening. It follows the part of the game where Link goes to find Marin so she can assist him with a part of his quest. The video of this part of the game can be found
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I have also taken the liberty of linking some of the elements of the story that are specific to the game to its reference on zeldapedia, for people who are unfamiliar with the game's story.Question: Why is Link's dialog not seen in this story?
Answer: In The Legend of Zelda series, Link's words are not seen by the player. What Link says in the game is merely implied by the NPCs that he talks to. I stayed loyal to this aspect of the game as it wouldn't feel right to me had I done it otherwise.marindesp.txt
*********************************************************************************At the Toronbo Shores of Koholint Island, a cool spring breeze flowed through the air as were the caws of many sea gulls flying in the mid-afternoon sky where the sun never seemed to set, no matter the time of day. Deep in thought, Marin sat upon an old wooden log that was buried half-way in the sand, adorned in her light blue dress that extended only a few inches past the knee-line, and red sandals. The wind blew through her long auburn hair that was decorated with a single red Hibiscus flower. Her thoughts dwelled on Link, the boy she found washed up on the same shore nearby where she sat. Marin hoped she would have the opportunity to see him again soon and tell him about her thoughts.
As Marin sat with her hands resting on the log on either side of her, a familiar urge struck her lower abdomen. She was alone, so she began to lift up her dress to empty her bladder, but before she could hike it up far enough to squat, she heard a rustling sound in the prairie next to the shore and dropped her dress before turning around to see the cause of the noise. A smile came to her face as she saw Link, dressed in his usual green tunic and brown leather boots. His yellow hair was covered by a green pointy cap. Marin was so happy to see Link that she decided to wait a while before she attended to her bladder since it wasn't an urgent need yet.
“Oh, Link, I'm glad you found this place. Will you stay and talk to me for a while?” She said to him in a calm voice. Link nodded in agreement as they both sat down onto the log and looked out into the sky where the sea gulls continued to make their presence known with their soothing calls. Link wasn't sure of what to say to Marin and had an almost emotionless look on his face, he only knew he needed Marin's help to continue his adventure. He stared off into the clouds as Marin spoke to him.
“I wonder where these coconut trees come from? ...Tarin says there is nothing beyond the sea, but I believe there must be something over there... When I discovered you, Link, my heart skipped a beat! I thought, this person has come to give us a message...”
Marin turned to look at Link briefly, who seemed to not be paying attention and again she felt her bladder calling to her but she ignored it. She never got to see much of Link as he was always busy with some quest that she didn't quite understand, so she didn't want to waste any time that she had with him. She looked up to the sea gulls in the sky and spoke again.
“... If I was a sea gull, I would fly as far as I could! I would fly to far away places and sing for many people! ...If I wish to the Wind Fish, I wonder if my dream will come true...” She said as she cupped her hands into her chest. Again, she looked to Link and couldn't tell if he was listening to her or not.
“Hey! Are you listening? Link, are you listening to me?” She sternly said with a concerned look over her face. Link nodded with a smile, not saying a word. Marin became calm again and a smile grew on her face. She found him so fascinating and felt that there was something special about him but couldn't quite put her finger on it.
“I want to know everything about you...Err...Uhh, Ha ha ha ha!” Marin blurted out and immediately became embarrassed about what she just said. She turned away from Link and blushed a light shade of red on her light colored cheeks. She was soon reminded of her bladder's growing urge and thought it would be a good time to excuse herself as it was getting to be a bit of an annoyance. She stood up and turned to Link, who also stood up. Before Marin had a chance to speak, Link requested her assistance with a sleeping walrus blocking the path to the Yarna Desert.
“Hunh? The walrus wants me to go to him?” Marin said as she looked at Link, she knew she should take care of her business before she set off with Link but she decided against it. She thought she could hold it until they arrived to their destination and found a private place somewhere to pee.
“It doesn't matter, I will go with you to him...” She said as they departed off together, away from the beach and through the Ukuku Prairie.
As they walked, Marin stayed close to Link and they passed a wooden sign along the path that read: "This Zelda fan-fiction was written by antifairy of omorashi.org." Neither Marin nor Link understood what it meant so they continued forward. There were many monsters that Marin was always afraid of whenever she had to go through here, but with Link she felt safe; he took them all out with graceful skilled slashes from his sword and protected Marin on their journey, which took longer than Marin had originally imagined. Her need to urinate was growing constantly and becoming quite uncomfortable for the young girl's small bladder. She was tempted a few times to ask Link to stop so she could relieve herself in the bushes, but she was determined not to interrupt the little time they may have together.
“Link...? How much further do you think we have to travel?” She dared not tell him about her need as she thought it might make her look silly in his eyes and began to regret not excusing herself before they left. Link reassured her that it wasn't much farther, but she knew Link's definition of long distance was much different than hers since he was so used to traveling by foot. Marin let out a disappointed sigh but tried to think about other things to put her mind off her growing desperation, which was getting more difficult as they neared the desert entrance. She could feel the urine in her bladder sloshing around and pressing to come out harder with each step she took.
Another half hour passed by and Marin's problem had doubled. She waddled behind Link with her right hand pressed against herself between her legs. Her need was definitely urgent now, and she knew she wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer without relief. Marin thought about what she should do at this point, as much thought as she could afford to keep off of her full bladder. She wouldn't be much of a help to Link if she had to concentrate on her bladder when they arrived to the sleeping walrus and she most definitely didn't want to risk having an accident in front of Link. This thought made her blush with embarrassment so Marin decided it would be best to stop Link so she could take care of her urgent business.
She placed her free hand on Link's shoulder and stopped him in his tracks. “L-Link?” Link turned around and looked over her with a concerned look on his face. Marin immediately realized he could see her holding herself like a young child. She blushed and removed her hand, causing a small stream of urine to escape her bursting bladder and make a tiny wet spot in her underwear. Quickly, she closed her legs shut to keep from losing anymore, her legs shook from the pressure on her lower body as did her voice. “S-sorry... I'll be just a second.” She blushed as she turned away from Link and quickly made her way to a nearby bush with both her hands pressed between her legs. Link sat down on a boulder and waited for her return.
Marin was seconds from sweet relief as yet another spurt of pee jetted out into her panties and redampened the crotch with the warm, pent up liquid. “Ooh, I'm so close.” she mumbled to herself as she began to squat down. As soon as she started lifting her dress up, a spiny beetle hiding under the same bush she was next to, charged at Marin and pushed her down. Link already had his sword unsheathed and dashed at the creature, killing it with one quick slash. Meanwhile, Marin was so startled by the hideous monster that she could no longer keep control of her bursting bladder. Her bladder muscles forced open and all of her urine blasted out of her opening with great force.
“Nonono!” Marin cried out as she crossed her legs over each other and clutched herself as tight as she could, but it was no use, she couldn't stem the flow that drenched her underwear and dress. She closed her teary eyes as she completely had an embarrassing accident right in front of Link and became filled with humiliation and shame. Her pee finally came to a dripping halt as she sat on the grass and covered her eyes with her hands, the scent of urine passing through her nostrils. She couldn't bare to look at Link right then, having just soiled herself like a little kid, but she soon felt the warm touch of his hand on her shoulder. Marin uncovered her eyes and looked up at Link, who gave her a smile and lifted her up by the pit of her arm. She looked at him with shame but Link reassured her that it was okay and she threw herself into his chest and hugged him.
Link grabbed her hand and Marin calmed down and grasped his, feeling a lot better that Link wasn't disappointed in her at all. Link led her a little ways further and stopped at the outskirts of Animal Village, where the entrance to the Yarna Desert was, as well as a large slumbering walrus that blocked the entrance. By then, Marin's clothes had dried mostly and was it difficult to tell that she had wet herself. Marin looked at the sleeping walrus and let go of Link's hand.
“Yes, it's that lazy walrus! Shall we give him a little surprise?” She said, smiling at Link who also smiled back and nodded. With that, Marin put her hands up to her chest and began to sing the Balled of the Wind Fish, the song that made her well known to many people, even animals. Suddenly, the walrus began moving and Link looked towards it as it woke up from it's slumber before beginning to dance with Marin's song. Before she could even finish, the walrus jumped with excitement and dived into the nearby bay.
“Aha ha ha! Wow! He certainly woke up with a start!” Marin said after she cut herself off. Link smiled as he was finally able to continue into the Yarna Desert to proceed with his quest. But before he could walk away, Marin grabbed both of his hands and pulled him in closer to her body. Link, unsure of what to do or say, gazed into her eyes as Marin pressed her lips against his and gave him a soft kiss before she pulled away and smiled sweetly at him. Link, quite startled by her sudden display of affection could only smile back at her. “Link... I..” Marin began to say, but before she could get all of her words out, a lone rabbit from Animal Village hopped up behind her and called to her. “Hunh?” Marin turned around quickly before looking back to Link.
“Oh, he's calling me... It's the same as always... Ha ha! Link, I'm going to the Animal Village! Please drop by, okay?” She said to Link before letting go of his hands so she could go with the eager rabbit to sing for the village animals. Marin gave him one last smile before she followed the rabbit's lead to the garden near the village. Link smiled back, watched her as she left until she was out of sight, then turned around and headed into the desert.
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Also, I found
depicting Link and Marin in various scenes of affection. People that are well familiar with Link's Awakening know that Marin is infatuated with Link but she is too shy to admit it. |
I Finally learned how to post stuff in the right place! So here it Goes, Kelly and Sonia.
Late in the after noon Sonia was at a huge amusement park drinking another soda with her friend Kelly. When they finnished there soda in the grass area, they went looking for another ride. Sonia and Kelly gazed around at all the different rides they couldn't cover in the coarse of ALL DAY wondering which one to ride next.
"THAT one! With the rotating little ball things!" Kelly exclaimed
"YA!! That one!"
They waited in line which started three rides away from there destined one. It barily budged once every five minuts it seemed. Fifteen minuts had passed and Kelly and Sonia weren't halfway to the front of the line.
"huff! This is taking forever Kelly, I should have saved my soda!"
"Ya! and our hot dogs!"
"And our other sodas!"
"And our chips!"
"And our sodas!"
"And our sodas too!" They laughed! There was a minor pause. "I have to pee." Said Kelly feeling uncomfortable and anxiouse to get on the ride.
"Ya me too." They had their legs together and bobbed a little in minor anxiety. They both had two large sodas prior to waiting in line, which was budging again. After a short moment the line moved a whole fifteen meters.
"Finally the line moved!" Exclaimed Kelly. "Ya, The ride takes like fifty people so the line should move fifty people at a time" Sonia responded.
"Huh! I never thought about that before"
"It shouldn't be long now... I hope" Their bladders really started to taunt them with it’s gentle urge in there waist. It was difficult to concentrate moment after moment on pinching their urine back. Kelly and Sonia were wiggling a bit in line, and there was still two rides ahead of them. "Here, cut me in line!" A friendly stranger offered. "Me too!" Exclaimed another.
"Oh! Thank you!" Sonia said gratefully with a sweet voice.
"Thanks!" Kelly said sweetly as well. Seven other strangers followed suit in letting them cut as they both thanked them all. It didn't do much because now they were only just half way to the front.
"Why don't I just hold your spot for you two so you can take a quick break?" The woman in front offered.
"It's all the way across the amusement park and we're half way!" Sonia responded. "Well don't you two wait too long"
"We won't" Sonia responded. Kelly never usually talked to strangers. She was relatively shy with new people. The slight urge was driving them both nuts as the wait became more intimidating. There crotches felt clumsy with the fluid they had to hold back. The fluid started to feel real heavy in there waist. Sonia grabed herself for a sec to relieve herself and regained a dignified posture reluctantly. Kelly had her legs crossed and they couldn't keep still. The line moved another fifty people's worth as Sonia predicted and they were near the front. "Just cut me too then" Said the woman. Again, a cutting trend. "This should be about good!" Said a friendly stranger in front of them. "Thanks mister!" Sonia replied as they cut that last man. They seemed about close enough to get into the next ride. The line was still very intimidating though. "Gosh Hurry up!" Sonia complained still wiggling with Kelly" It felt like five minutes but alas, "It's only been two minutes since we cut!" Kelly complained, her heart beating harder, her legs clammier, the pressure greater and the wait less barable. "Two minutes! Oh man I really have to pee!"
"Me too!"
"We definately should have saved our sodas for later, and our sodas, and our sodas!" They chuckled. Another minute passed and they were starting to grab themselves now as they continued bouncing and squirming wondering when the line would ever... Their thought was interrupted when the line moved another fifty. "Yes it' moving!" Kelly exclaimed with excitement. "Finally our turn!" Sonia exclamed. Their bladders both eased up on them at the thought, as if the desperation completely disappeared. There were just three people in front of them when the gate shut and there was no more room on the ride. "Are you serious!!" Snapped Kelly "Aw!! Really!!" Sonia huffed. Their bladders and there crotches wined hard again at the sight. Their crotches pinched tighter but felt more clumsy. Kelly and Sonia crossed their legs harder and squirmed half out of line in front of the gate and moaned. "Aww! nuts girls I'm sorry!" The last man to let them cut apologized. "It's ok it's not your fault." Sonia said with a high, sweet voice. "Just Try not to think about it." Kelly suggested. "There ya go!" The man concurred for their sake. “You know,” he continued. “I use to take my kid here all the time. Man! Did he enjoy those rides! He bugged me to take him every year when the commercial came up. He likes the mega drop!”
“Yikes! I can’t stand the mega drop!” Sonia responded. They got lost in conversation and after a little while, Kelly got involved in it. She liked the easier rides that just kinda swayed. Sonia was a thrilloholic, except for the mega drop. Not even a moment passed and the ride stopped and everyone was taken off. “Sweet! It’s our turn! XD” Kelly was excited. “Great! Let’s see if our bladders survive.” Sonia remarked. Sonia and Kelly had their arms around each other to show that they were best friends so they could get on the same ride. They secured their belt and the assistant secured them in with that big, thick, heavy rubber bar on their lap. She then tightened the belt on Sonia who whimpered. The belt squeezed her bladder and a throbbing pain shot up her waist. She tightened Kelly’s belt then, and the added pain and pressure on her weak, clumsy crotch caused her to spurt in her shorts. “Ack! Careful, I have to pee!” Kelly complained. She just loosened it for her. “My shorts are tight enough.” she continued “I have to pee too!” Sonia Complained as well. She proceeded to loosen Sonia’s belt. They both wore tight shorts that pressed on their bladders. “Hang on tight you two!” The woman warned. “Thank you!” Sonia said. “thanks” Kelly thanked as well.The assistant then closed the round windshield on the capsule they were in. “I just squirt myself” Kelly whispered into Sonia’s ear. The motor started, they felt them selves moving up as the ground below got farther away and their bladders now throbbed with excitement instead of desperation. The ground below them started to rotate over their heads and their hearts where racing as the speed slowly picked up. Life around them, the sky, the ground, everything started spinning around them and Kelly and Sonia’s heart were pounding with a feeling of thrill that streached from their chest and their bladders to their stomachs. The speed kept picking up and throwing them around and about. “WEEEEEHE HEE HEE HEEEEEE!!!” They cheered. Suddenly they were whipped and the girls screamed. A little more urine seeped from Kelly’s crotch and into her panties, and the firs seep of urine askaped from Sonia’s bladder into her panties from the excitement. It wasn’t noticeable for either of them yet, but a cold chill tickled up both their spines from their waist. The ride kept swinging and lashing them about. A couple more spurts occurred for them before the ride stopped. The ride seemed so much shorter from inside, which was actually a good thing for them. The ride finally slowed down and they came to a stop. “Whew! Thank goodness, I thought I was gunna loose it!” Sonia sighed. “Ya, I squirt myself four times all ready!”
“Three for me!”
“that’s cause you’re immune to belts” Kelly complained. “Ha ha!” Sonia teased. Their bladders now throbbed harder from the ride. “So what ride should we do next?” Asked Sonia. “We could do the Bumper cars again.” replied Kelly. “Again!? Let’s do a new one.”
“How about we do the bathroom!” Kelly remarked. “Wow Kelly, that sounded wrong!”
“Shut up!” Sonia laughed. Now they were making there way to the bathroom on the other side of the park. Sonia’s legs trembled, Kelly’s heart was racing, their bladders hurt, their waist bulged with pressure, their privates became increasingly weak, and the urge increasingly strong, they had to stop to cross their legs and squirm frantically, their musciles spassomed and they sweat like crazy. “OOHHH! I really need to use the bathroom!” Kelly whimpered. “Me too!” Sonia concurred. Their crotches started spassing again and they couldn’t concentrate. Another squirt ascaped into Kelly’s shorts, this time a small wet spot showed. “Were almost there” Sonia whimpered in hope. Another five big rides down and they’d find it. “Oww!! It hurts!” Sonia whimpered. “I’m not gunna make it Sonia”
“We’ll make it, don’t give up now! Ack!!!” Sonia’s private spased and a short stream of liquid started to run freely through her panties and into her shorts. A spot formed the size of a base ball. Two rides down and they finally gained some control, Sonia did anyway, but Kelly had to toddle some more with her hands crammed in her crotch. A sharp pain rose in Kelly’s waist and a short gush of pee ran down, her heart was pounding and her legs were shaking. On the next four steps, she stopped, and another small spurt askaped, and then two others before she regained her control. The wet spot creaped outward on her shorts dripped a couple times. Sonia’s wet spot was still only a baseball wide. The final three rides where passed and they didn’t see a bathroom. “I think it’s the next one down, maybe three!” Sonia said scared! They went six rides down and there was no bathroom. They were really weak now, they continued down the path looking along the isle and still no bathroom. “Excuse me sir, do you know where the bathroom is, pleas!!” Sonia finally asked someone who worked at the amusement park, Kelly’s and her legs crossed, hands grabbing their crotches, tears in their eyes. They wiggled and squirmed anxiously “Well it’s right down their by the cotton candy booth.” Twelve rides before, they missed it. “ALL the way back!!” Kelly snapped. They whent back down the other path, but they couldn’t find it. They were in so much pain and their bladders wimpered so hard, Kelly finally lost it. First a short spurt, then a short stream, she frantically bobbed and squeezed her crotch with her hands, but it was too strong. “SSONNNIAAAA!” Kelly whimpered as pee kept streaming down, and eventual it just gushed down freely, she completely lost control. Fluid ran down Kelly’s shorts and down her legs, in her socks. The wet spot on her pant grew rapidly and pee dripped from her shorts and a puddle formed on the ground around her. Sonia’s Bladder pulsed spurts of pee in her pants at the sight, then started slowly seeping through her whole and through her under where and down her legs. “Ack, no, no!!” It seeped, then it streamed, then it gushed out and ran down her leggs and her wet spot grew rapidly, and her puddle formed. Sonia’s face was flush red, and Kelly was kneeling on the ground sobbing, pee still gushing from her shorts to the ground. Their shorts gushed pee for three minutes, then it drizzled for a remaining five. The accident lasted for eight minutes. Their heart’s were shuddered, their faces where flush red and Sonia had tears in her eyes. It was mortifying.
A cute boy approached them casually. “Here, keep this!” He said with a bright smile on his face handing them his coat. Another cute boy approached with his coat simultaneously. “Mine too!” They both smiled. “Th- thanks!” Sonia said mortified. Now two cute boys saw their shame. “Th- th-…tha!” Kelly couldn’t stop crying long enough to speak. “You’re welcome!” Kelly’s donator interrupted. “Don’t sweat it girls, it can happen to anyone!” The other said. They didn’t hesitate to hide themselves with the coats. Sonia hugged Kelly. “Hey, w-well be fine!” Sonia tried to comfort her but she was mortified herself. “So- So!!” Kelly tried to call Sonia’s name. “Calm down Kelly, just take a deep breath… and tell me.” She said calmly. “So- Son_”
“What, just tell me!” Sonia felt more comfortable with her predicament.
“I- I… sigh, take me home!!” Kelly choked. Sonia called her mom on the cell phone. “Hey mom!”
“Sonia! Is something wrong!”
“Na, We’re just ready to come home”
“All ready! It’s barely evening!”
“Ya well Kelly’s not in a great mood right now. I explain latter.”
“Oh ok! Well meet me at the front as usual and I’ll pick you guys up!” Sonia and Kelly get lost for twenty minutes and eventually find the front. They also saw where the bathroom was after all that. Sonia’s mother shows up at the front parking lot and the approach the car. “Goodness! What happened to you two!?” Sonia’s mom Kathleen exclaimed. Kelly Flushed red with embarrassment and a chill went up her spine. “Oh! Too much soda and not enough pit-stops.” Sonia replied casually. “Well hop in and I’ll take you home!”
“Thanks mom!”
“Common Kelly don’t worry about the seat” Kathleen beckoned.
the end |
So this is transferred from another board. It's the first real series of stories I've written. I've done short stories before, but these have quite a bit more to them. Who knows? I might resurrect the series one day, :)
Edit: I've separated out the chapters by color for easier reading.
WARNING: Contains poo scenes as well as yuri!
"Samantha of Northcrest. You, yes?" The guard captain was of the quiet sort, more befitting an scholar than a bloodied veteran of two wars. But Sam knew the man's prowess. Songs were sung of Gin Veridis, First Captain of the Royal Guard. Even outside of his feared armor, the Captain was a deadly swordsman...Perhaps even more so with the freedom from burdensome metal.
"Aye, sir. I was recommended by Lieutenant Maxson to you after the Southerner Uprising was put down." Gin nodded, imperceptibly, reading the letter that Sam had brought with her. The paraffin wax seal lay on the Captain's desk.
"Maxson is a good soldier, and officer. Your trip was long, though, even for a mercenary." A slightly disdainful smile crept up on Gin's mouth and immediately vanished. It was a common reaction in Samantha's work, and a reason he sought employment within the Guard.
"No longer a mercenary, if you'll have me, sir. Maxson believed I would be a fair addition to the Guard, and I would like to take him up on that offer, if you'll have me."
Gin stood, and Sam followed, as protocol dictated. She had done her homework - though she was low-born, she was expected to act with all the nobility of a lady in dealings with the royal court. Gin, however, seemed not to notice, instead going over to the small weapon rack opposite of the Captain's chamber. Warm sunlight filtered through the open glass window, a curious luxury practically unknown in the southern lands. It was an autumn day, and the harvest in full swing.
"They say that battle is the truest way to show the heart of a man. There's no lies in a man trying to survive the edge of a sword. Maxson knows this well, so his recommendation carries some weight. But there are many men of ill repute that would attempt to settle themselves here. The greedy, the lazy, the lecherous and perhaps worst of all - the traitorous. And even...Especially then, who knows the heart of a woman? I like to get to know potential guardsmen before allowing them any post within the Palace. What say you, Samantha? Would you enjoy a 'chat?'"
She nodded and the Captain, now at the weapon rack, drew out two swords, tossing one to Sam. It was of average quality for a normal sword. But it was no normal sword. The edge heavily dulled, its purpose was obvious. "Chats".
Without a word, Gin stepped into a combat stance and engaged Samson, who barely parried the heavy opening swing, and protecting himself from the inevitable broken bone that would have followed. And so they began a deadly dance made only a fraction less so by the training blades. It was a test of skill, of experience and most important of all, character. Step in step, Samantha kept up and though the Captain seemed entirely at ease in combat, he did his best to match his skill. She knew the man was holding back, challenging though not overpowering. When she saw her opening to attack, Sam knew it was a forgery, but she took it anyway, to show the man she knew her way around a duel. The only surprise that she seemed to have given Gin, however, was when Sam deflected an attack that was clearly meant to disable and end the combat, riposting in a way that showed a glint of the Captain's true skill. It was enough to show Sam that she was clearly out of her league. Nevertheless, the Captain then stood back, effectively ending the spar.
Barely breathing heavily, he nodded. "Well done, indeed, Sam. Your skill and experience serve you well. You may -" And in that instant, the Captain snapped into a salute, breaking off his commentary. Curiosity got the better of Sam, however, who turned behind her to see a girl at the door that she would later learn to be the Princess Amelie Gregorian, heir to the throne of Nortmund.
Even as young as she was, Sam saw, at perhaps a mere eleven years weathered, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Golden-red hair cascaded in loose curls to her shoulders, and her face and stance held a kind, if hawkish, loveliness to them. Her body was lithe like a young girl, but her bloom was soon coming upon her, Sam was certain. She wore a frilly blue dress that fit her perfectly and completed the image that she was truly a princess first, and a child second. At the last second, when her eyes fell onto her, she then fell into a salute, shaky though it was.
The music that was her voice matched her visage perfectly. "Captain Veridis." The Captain went to ease. "I had dropped by to examine the potential recruit." Her eyes drew to Sam again, making her nearly blush. "I've heard good things about her."
"She is...Adequate, your Highness. Much to improve, as he is but a low-born, woman mercenary." Sam felt a twinge of resentment, but resisted it, and forgot it when the girl smiled at her. "The choice is, of course, up to you, your Highness." She stepped into the chamber striding with an elegant gait to the Samantha, who still held herself tensely.
"There is no need to be nervous, my subject. I am not as harsh as the Captain here." She looked the woman over, walking in a circle around her. Samantha was nowhere near to the radiant beauty that the girl possessed, but she had a sort of real world, life-chiseled attractiveness to her. A short, tied-back haircut of wild blonde grew from her, and her body was well-maintained by training and combat. Her skill had protected beautiful face from scars, and most of the rest of her body as well. Her breasts were somewhat small, but never sagged, and her bottom the comment of many a lewd jeer. She felt like a horse at market under the girl's eyes though. Samantha's eyes noted that girl herself seemed a little tense as well, though only for a brief instant, as she bent down to look at Sam's toned legs. Samantha though, betrayed no sign of noticed. When the girl stood up again, she addressed the Captain.
"You give your approval, Captain Veridis?" Her frame was impassive, but there was an impatient questioning in the girl's eyes.
"She seemed a fair enough candidate, and better than many of the men I have seen this week, both in skill and character. It is something of a scandal, however, to induct a mercenary into the Royal Guard, and moreso to the point of a bodyguard.
"Well, it is this, or a eunuch, and that would be a cruel thing to stoop to. Besides, she has the backing of Sir Maxson, yes?" the girl replied.
He nodded. "Indeed, your Highness. Yes. She meets my standards, and those of your father."
"And mine as well. What is your name, my subject?"
"Samantha, of Northcrest, your Highness." She bowed deeply.
"No longer, dear Samantha. You are now Guardian Samantha, of Nortmund, a Protector and Charge of the Royal Family, and personal bodyguard to the Princess Amelie Gregorian. Is this satisfactory?" Barely able to contain her excitement, Sam nodded quickly. "Most excellent!" The girl betrayed her youth with a clap of her hands, before continuing. "I must confess that I'm in a hurry. You may begin your duties now, by escorting me to my chambers and helping me to prepare for the harvest pronouncement of my father."
"Your Highness, there is the short matter of providing her with the Seal of the Guard and the ritual contained. It will only be a few moments."
The girl huffed, but acquiesced. "Of course, Captain, but please hurry." She left the room with that, and Gin went to a large cabinet, rifling through its contents.
"You should consider yourself lucky, Corporal. The Princess does not often accept recruits so quickly. She must like you dearly. Here, your Seal," Gin said, handing her a white military sash with the gray and blue coat of arms of the royal family. "There is no real ritual, except a few more...Private orders, that I pass onto you from His Majesty. You see, the Princess is the heir apparent to the throne, but she has a few peculiar 'habits.'"
Sam was confused, but somewhat expected it. Nobility had a way of being a little more eccentric. "Like what? She seemed well adjusted enough."
"And that's how we'd like to keep her. She is normal enough, but...Well, you shall see soon. However, you must never let her 'habit' become public knowledge, and should do your best to protect her from prying eyes, even within the castle." He sighed ruefully. "Her mother the Queen is something the same, and I have a handful with that. It will be good that we finally have a bodyguard to deal with the Princess."
Samantha gave him a sideways glance, but he quickly shooed her out into the hallway, where the Princess was tapping her feet impatiently, practically bounding with energy. Or...
Samantha dismissed the thought, but it came unbidden to her anyway. In any event, she ignored it, and joined her charge. "Your Highness, I am afraid that I will make a poor bodyguard without arms and armor."
"Do not worry about that, Samantha. We will get you provided for later today. Hurry though, we must get to my room!"
"Of course, your Highness. Why the hurry though?"
"Nevermind that!" Amelie snapped, then giggled. Her dress swished softly as they walked, and they had reached the other wing of the palace when the Princess suddenly stopped, holding a hand out for support against the smooth stone wall. A sharp intake of breath was heard as she paused, and she looked down momentarily.
"Your Highness! Are you alright?!" Samantha tried to support her, to the Princess' protest, when the girl suddenly shuddered slightly, and a soft pattering sound rang from the carpet.
"Yes, yes...Just get me to my room. Hurry, Samantha!" Needing no more encouragement, Sam picked the girl up, looking down and seeing a small wet spot in the carpet. Following the girl's terse direction, she headed up the stairs of the northern tower. Amelie's body was tense, and Sam was forced to realize that the girl was in desperate need to release her water. She could feel the girl's damp underwear through the dress, which distracted her with another feeling, and nearly caused her to turn a corner into the sight of a passing servant. Most of the staff was off the grounds, at the Palatial Green, preparing for the harvest pronouncement, but some staff were still within. Her startlement seemed to scare the princess as well, and she felt a renewed warmth from the Princess' bottom. "Hurry, Samantha, I can barely hold on!"
Another corner, and another, and the Princess' double-doors stood, beckoning. She pushed them open quickly, not even noticing the lavish decorations of the apartment, and placed the Princess on her feet, where she jammed her hands into her crotch tightly. No longer a regal princess, she was a desperate young girl, barely holding on from soaking her entire dress,
Through hissing breaths, the Princess said, "My dress...Get it off..." Samantha tried, but it was slow going. A low-born mercenary, dresses were somewhat foreign to her, and the elaborate one worn by the Princess was even worse. Every few seconds, Amelie squealed, and held tighter, but Samantha watched as small rivulets of golden urine trailed down the girl's stockings, becoming more and more powerful each time.
"Hurry!" Amelie said, just as Samantha freed the last lace, causing the dress to fall to the ground in a frumpled heap. Amelie leaped away from it, and took one step. Out of her skirt, she was dressed only in a pair of beautiful silken underwear and stockings, as her breasts had yet to blossom. Though originally a light blue, they were now darkened by the girl's urine, and dripping as she leaked more.
Samantha watched in fascination, as the girl squirmed and whimpered slightly, grabbing the underwear tightly, and pulling it taut against her labia. Her perfectly formed, womanly lips outlined the fabric, as her urine spurted out anew, barely held back. Trails of fragrant liquid streamed down her young, pale legs, slowing, but not stopping entirely. Amelie just stood there, squatting just slightly, as Samantha quietly approached. Almost unconsciously, she gently touched the girl's young bottom, eliciting a gasp from the Princess, who then lost all control.
A hissing sound erupted through the fabric as pee shot out uncontrollably, cascading over Sam's hand. In a last ditch effort to hold back, the princess pressed herself against Sam's hand, but to no avail. Pee ran over it, and she could feel its pressure as it ran out of the girl's bladder. She was almost amazed by how much the girl held. It must've been some time - a minute, two maybe, and she was still going strong. Amelie's now dark blue panties dripped all over, and her stockings were covered in streaks where they weren't soaked entirely. Samantha realized that she too was wet, and a thrilled feeling ran from her hand to her head, making her lightheaded. She couldn't understand why, but she found the Princess' accident incredibly arousing. For her park, the Princess seemed more than a little excited herself, her breaths coming in short gasps, and a look of ecstasy on her face as her urine finally slowed, and stopped. She grinded herself against Sam's hand for a moment more before realizing what she was doing, and then jumped away staring at the woman.
Some time passed for each of them, both too embarrassed by their respective actions to speak. Finally, the princess Amelie said, with a smirk and a giggle, "So, now you know my secret."
-End Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Samantha still couldn't believe what she had seen only a few minutes before. The little girl, the Princess Amelie, had wet herself...No, *soaked* herself right in front of her. Perhaps more shocking was her own reaction to the sight. Incredibly aroused, a hot blush enveloped her as she saw the lithe girl's wet ass, dripping with pee, the stockings she wore streaked with urine, and the look of almost orgasmic bliss on the Princess' face. After Amelie's rather redundant remark, she asked if Samantha might offer her some privacy to clean up, something that Samantha readily agreed to.
The girl left her bodyguard in the ante-chamber of her apartments, while Samantha played the scene over and over in her mind. Almost involuntarily, she felt her hand gliding down to her most forbidden places, rubbing, massaging her pussy through her linen pants, cultivating that hot feeling of arousal, bringing herself closer, ever so closer to that peak of ple...
A sudden noise, the sound of the door knob clicking caused Samantha to start, and she tried to appear composed as the Princess re-entered, though her face was still flushed, and her breath more than a little...Labored.
For her part, the Princess looked every bit like the royalty she was, as if her indiscretion had never happened. She was dressed in fresh clothes, a beautiful, form-fitting dress in masterfully matched harvest colors - gold, orange and reds perfectly blended to make it seem as if she were a walking storm of fallen leaves. But to Samantha, all she could imagine were the underclothes beneath. She dismissed the thought however, as duty called.
"Your Highness, are you feeling better?"
A sly smile crept on Amelie's face, and she nodded. "I just wish I had a little more time to," she paused and giggled, "take care of things, before my father's pronouncement. But as it is, we shall be nearly late if we leave now! Here, you may take one of the ceremonial swords I practice with. It's pretty, but it'll work in a pinch as well. As for clothing...Hmm."
Amelie clicked her tongue. "Well, they provide cloaks for the Guard, so we won't need to worry too much, but we'll need to get you something a little, well, more 'royal' soon." She smiled, and Samantha felt horribly under-dressed and, well, poor. "Nevermind for now, though Samantha. Grab one of the sabres from the walls, and we'll be on our way." Samantha nodded and looked against the wall, where a number of ceremonial swords rested, carefully placed on varying racks. In Nortmund, it was a traditional gift to give fine weaponry to the royal family, as a sign of respect for their martial prowess and the giver's own fealty. After a brief glance though, Sam wondered wryly at what a noble thought was "fine weaponry". Most of the weapons were gaudy and horribly unbalanced. One had a pure gold hilt, practically ready to bend and break at a good swing. Another's basket-guard was wrought with wires so fine and unreinforced that it would like as not slice the hand of the wielder if the sword swing didn't cut straight through. One, however, stood out amongst the rest, and Samantha's eyes laid down upon it immediately.
The one word that could best describe it was elegant. It was a "new school" sword, slim and agile, meant for fencing as opposed to armored combat, which suited her just fine. The blade was curved just slightly in a reverse S, though it was straight enough for use as a thrusting weapon as well. The guard and hilt were streamlined, a beautiful silver-alloy in an outline of the royal family crest, and the pommel was weighted with a dark blue stone. Despite its beauty, Sam knew it to be a dangerous and deadly weapon, and her belief was confirmed when she held it, perfectly balanced and ready to cut the air. The Princess was too young to know such weapons intimately, but she did provide comment.
"Sir Maxson gave me that for my 10th year of birth. He was always a kind man, and he seemed to put a lot of value in it."
"With good reason, your Highness. He knows his steel." Samantha held it with awe, before quickly grabbing a silk scarf and creating a makeshift wrap for it. The Princess waited impatiently, and after, they were off with due speed. Already, the sun was deep into the afternoon, and the Harvest Pronouncement would begin with the red and oranges of the evening. Amelie led the way, bringing them to a stable where a detachment of the Guard and the Princess' carriage awaited. They saluted the two, much to Samantha's surprise, who was usually on the other end of such service. As Amelie climbed into the carriage, the sergeant of the detachment stood forward and addressed Samantha.
"Madam Greylily, I am Sergeant Hawthorne of the Palatial Guard. I have news from Captain Veridis. He says that there are rumors of southern aggressors within the city. There is little to worry about, but he asks that you remain on your guard. You will find your cloak of office within the carriage, and we will be taking a route outside of the parade path this day."
"Osland, here? That seems a little far-fetched, Sergeant. Are you sure?" Samantha felt the cold silk wrapping on her back instinctively.
"The war has gone somewhat poorly in the weeks since your departure from the front. Our people fight well and valiantly, but there are traitors amongst the nobility, who wish to see the Royal Family deposed. Osland is providing them aid in this effort. You can be confident, however, that myself and my men are loyal retainers to the Palace. We shall see you safely to the event, and home again."
"I have every expectation that you'll do a fine job, Sergeant." Though the man was grizzled, and perhaps twice her age, Samantha's experience and innate charisma lent a commanding air to her, and the man bowed to her as she entered the carriage. Amelie waited, smiling, and holding her cloak.
"Beautiful, don't you think?" It was, though not in the way that the Princess was thinking. Its aesthetics were kind to the eye indeed, a wonderful blend of dark blue and white with the crest of the royal family, but its make impressed Sam. Entirely practical in use, it was made of a stout linen, with a silk underlining. Light enough for constant wear, robust enough for harsh weather, and heavy enough to deflect a blade in combat. Sam momentarily regretted the thought though - in recent days, her eyes were rarely appreciated the innate beauty of the world. It was numbers and function, the value in combat or its danger. Her life was a soldier's one, indeed.
Out of the corner of her eye though, another feeling surfaced. Amelie sat there in repose, beautiful as ever, and her dress was draped carelessly, in such a way that it bared a pale, perfect thigh. A feeling of heat surfaced, and Sam found herself staring for a moment. She drew her eyes away finally, but not before she thought she saw the Princess watching her. Her heart leaping to her throat, she tried conversation to wile away the embarrassment.
"So how do you feel, your Highness? Is everything aright for the festivity today?"
The Princess gave her a sly look, before looking out the window once more. "Of course, dearest Samantha," she talked with a mature air at times, foreshadowing the royalty and power within the girl, "Though I'm somewhat distressed about the plans my father has for me."
Samantha raised an eyebrow. "Is there something wrong?"
"Well...No. It comes with nobility. Sons are kings and directors. Daughters are assets, half-property. The binders of nations. He intends to barter me off, and the harvest will be the first showing of me in true beauty."
"I can scarcely think of you as lacking true beauty at any time, Princess."
Amelie laughed a musical laugh. "Now you sound like a suitor! But no, this dress is the proof of it. My others are lovely to look upon, yes, but this one is meant to portray me as the trophy that every noble will want to wed." She sighed, then looked sideways toward Sam. "But I have a plan that might earn me a little more time."
Fastening her cloak to herself, Samantha nodded to Amelie to go on. But instead of talking, she raised her dress a little farther, exposing the lovely orange panties that she wore. They fitted her snugly, outlining her forbidden parts well. Samantha lost her concentration, and her fastener.
Amelie giggled. "You know my secret, dearest bodyguard. But it is more than a pleasure for me." She paused, fastening her eyes on Samantha. For Sam's part, her eyes were half-locked on the Princess' lower body. Her labia was just outlined in the orange silken fabric, and as she watched, it darkened slightly, as the girl released a two-second spurt of urine into it. Even from her position opposite of the Princess, she could see the goosebumps form on the girl's thighs, and felt her own body rush with adrenaline and arousal. "It's also a weapon for my freedom."
"How...How do you mean, your Highness?" Sam felt on edge, like her heart was walking a tightrope. She was filled with a lust, though she knew it was forbidden. Despite that, she could barely contain it.
"Unlike some," Amelie said, locking her eyes on Samantha, who started, "A nobleman would never desire to be with a dirty girl. My father may show me off this night, but should he pair me with anyone, I have a surprise for them."
"But you've already...Done that, haven't you?"
"I've let my water go, yes. But I've been holding back something else for a few days, and it's begging to be released. I'm not sure that I shall remain clean this night." The girl giggled, and let out a squeaky fart to punctuate her statement, before fidgeting. "It's actually somewhat hard to hold as it is. I may need your help later."
"I am at your disposal, my liege."
"I know you are," Amelie said, with a sly smile.
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Hours later, night was settling in and the festival still in full swing. Her father the King was a charismatic speaker, and the citizens and nobility attending were in good spirits. Amelie's prediction had come true, and she was courted by various nobles. She brushed them away with ease however, and Sam saw a good part of the Princess' father in the girl. She had a way with words. Though too young to drink much, she was given a few glasses of wine, which was enough to put the girl into a much more sultry version of herself. But that sultriness was saved for Samantha, and her alone. She was at the girl's side the entire night, never leaving it, and she received quite a show. During the feast, she found her hand being guided down to the Princess' beautiful ass, during the powder pipe show. Caressing the girl's secret place, she felt the Amelie tense, and a warm wetness envelop her hand for a second, before stopping. Looking up at the princess' face, she saw the desperation in her eyes and knew she needed to move quickly. Helping the girl hike her skirt to a safe distance, she felt a cascade of hot liquid pour from her beautiful forbidden lips, through the orange panties and into the grass below. As it slowed to a stop, Amelie ground her pussy into Samantha's hand for a few brief moments before the servant came their way. Giving Samantha a secret smile, she went back to listening to her father.
Soon though, the King had finished his talking, and the formalities of the night were nearly over. However, the dancing still remained. In these times, the nobility used dancing as a sort of courtship. It was rather ironic, but the practice actually grew from the peasant class - the nobles made it all fancified, but its origins were still undeniable. As Amelie and Samantha stood from the table, the orchestra sprung into action. A light melody, an overture, Samantha thought, began.
"We should take our leave before we're delayed for this. I'm really not feeling up to dancing right now. Something rather more...Pressing, calls me," Amelie said quietly. Samantha nodded, looking around for Hawthorne, but he was nowhere to be found for the moment.
"Of course, your Highness. I'll go call for -"
"Ah, Princess Amelie, you look striking tonight, as always." The voice was a youth, barely older than Amelie herself, Sam was sure. It belonged to an ostentatiously dressed noble, who wore the sash of Northcrest. Samantha knew him, being the heir apparent of her home county. The son of Duke Gregory, Isaac Gregory. The last time she had seen the boy, his voice was still high as a choir singer's. She doubted his maturity had followed his physical development.
"You flatter me, Isaac. It pleases me to see you. Did you enjoy my father's speech?" The girl nodded to the boy, as befitting his station. She seemed tense, and Sam hoped the exchange would end soon. The girl must've been holding her waste for some time.
"I did, but I found myself distracted by you. Would you care to join me in the dance?" The boy looked smugly at her, and Samantha was about to intercede, but Amelie gave her a look that said that this was a highborn affair. Sam sighed and stepped back.
"But of course, Isaac. Please, wait here Guardian. I'll return shortly." Taking the boy's outstretched hand, the princess followed him to the makeshift dance floor, where the twirling dresses of the varying aristocracy made the night bloom with the colors of harvest. Samantha was left alone at the table, and resigned herself, grumpily, to waiting. She picked at the things that were supposed to be snacks, according to the maitre d', before resolving to find Sergeant Hawthorne while the princess was occupied. Glancing toward the dance floor, she saw the girl dancing magnificently, though she could see the tenseness in the girl's body. The thought of her desperation made a slight heat erupt in Sam's body.
Finding Hawthorne was not as difficult as she thought it might be. He was chatting it up with the gate guard, who were watching the etrance to the noble's area of the festival, keeping the "unclean" masses from intruding. The man had a mug in his hand, but seemed sober as she approached, and snapped to attention. "Orders, Guardian?"
"Her Highness will be taking her leave soon. Gather the guard and transport, and we'll be along." Sam's voice was commanding, strong. She fell into the role of officer easily, given her previous experience. Hawthorne nodded, as was off immediately. The gate guard remained in repose, and gave her a rueful look when she raised her eyebrow to him. Then again, some authority would have to be built over time. She turned on her heel, back to the dance floor.
However, when she arrived back, she realized to her horror that the princess was gone.
A second, frantic glance across the floor confirmed it, and she knew that Amelie was not safe. Thoughts ran through her mind. Could it be the traitorous nobles? Or worse? Calming herself, she knew she had to act. However, raising an alarm here would cause a panic and a scandal, so she would have to move quietly...And quickly. She'd been gone only for a few minutes, so she knew that the Princess could not have gone far. The best plan of action would be to track down the boy first. That task, she found, would be easier than she'd have hoped. Amongst the nobles and their protectors was the captain of the Northcrest guard, drunk as he would be when back home. Striding briskly, and acting casually, she approached the inebriated man, who was regaling a few young guardsmen with a ribald tale of some false nature.
"And then, when I...Afffter I rescued her, she of course, hash to pay me back. Shpecial like," Felken, Guard Captain of Northcrest, said, with a shit-eating grin on his face. When he saw Sam, the grin grew even wider. "Well, of all the hells there are! If'n it ain't Slender Sam? Wuz this now...You with the *Royal* Guard?"
"No time, Fel. Where's the boy?"
"Wot boy, girly girl?" Felken reached his knobby hand toward her breast, and she swatted it away. He barely seemed to notice. Hadn't changed a bit in five years.
"You know, Fel. Isaac." Her voice was contained, but the heat behind it radiated from her. Fel's eyes furrowed for a second, but then he shrugged. "Back behind th' Pavvy Tents. Got some young'un in tow. 'Sowin his seed' and all that!" Felken laugh a ribald laugh, but Sam was already gone before the man had stopped chuckling. The last thing she needed was some two bit nobleman of HER county violating the heir to the throne of Nortmund. The Pavilon Tents lined the northern edge of the Green where the festival was taking place. It was quite quiet, as most of the people were at the dance floor. Occasionally a servant would come running about, but would disappear just as quickly. She felt no compunction any longer to play the part of an unafraid Guardian, and drew apart the wrapping to her sword, baring its cold steel to the night. Grasping it in her sword hand, she gliding silently amongst the darkened tents, listening for sound.
A muffled shout was all that she needed. Tents of red and green, purple and gold. But only one of green and white, the colors of Northcrest. And that's where she heard Amelie's voice. Caution held her pace steady however, and she approached it carefully. The flap was hanging loosely, and a lamp light illuminated the edges. Voices could be heard within.
"Oh, dearest Princess, your reputation is well known. Such a..." The sound of a slap rang out, along with a squeal. "Tease." As Sam crept closer, and pulled the flap back, she saw the young Gregory, and two men-at-arms, both engrossed with the visage of Amelie before them.
"You can't do this, Gregory. My father will have your *head*!"
"He'll do no such thing. To lose such a valuable bargaining chip in the negotiations with the war? My father influence is strong, and that makes me untouchable. Besides, what worth is a daughter with no maidenhead?" Snapping his fingers, one of the men moved forward, pinning the girl against a large crate. Her beautiful body was outlined in the dim torchlight, and hear eyes almost glowed with fear. "But if I take that maidenhead, it could bring our families closer together, yes? Just think of it as 'helping' the King. Now, let's get a closer look at the goods, shall we?" Samantha could feel the sinister smile on Isaac's face, and the boy threw Amelie's dress up.
"What's this now? Did the Princess have an accident in her skivvies? You are a dirty bitch, aren't you? I'll teach you the meaning of good ettiquette." With that, he reached out to her dress to rip it off. Amelie's soaked panties darkened anew with urine as her fear got the better of her. Sam knew the time was now.
"Touch her, and you'll never touch anything with that hand again, Gregory." Sam's voice was cold and sharp, icy as the blade in her hand.
Spinning around, with a thrill of terror on his face, Isaac stared at her and, realizing she was alone, regained his smug smile. "Ah, the Guardian comes to save the day. But too little, too late, too few. It will be sad when I have to report that a traitor amongst the Guard itself tried to ruin our courtship. Kill her."
Sam's face was unchanging, as the men-at-arms drew their swords. They were heavy, meant for the battlefield. Dangerous and deadly weapons, but no match for an agile fencer. They had some measure of skill though, approaching her at flank. Even ill-equipped and experienced, two opponents were a serious danger. Sam had to take the initiative. Waiting for them to begin closing up, Sam rushed the man in front, deflecting his heavy blow with ease and sliding right past him, just in time to miss the thrust from the second man behind. As the first spun around to meet her, she let him run himself through on her blade. She was surprised with how easily it sliced through flesh and sinew, allowing her time to bring the sword up and around to knock away the swing of the second man. Realizing he no longer had the tactical advantage, he instead circled, as Sam followed. It was only a few seconds before Sam gave a light swing, anticipating the riposte and spinning around, slicing the man's arm clean off. In shock, he tried to scream, but only a strangled croak came out, before he fell to the ground, groping for his lost arm. The first man already lay still, cut from stomach to shoulder.
Isaac looked at her with horror as she shook the blood from his blade. Her steps came like thunder as she raised her sword one more time to strike.
"Sam, no!" Amelie held up her arm, and the command resonated through Sam, her sword arm held in stasis, her eyes burning a hole through Isaac. "We cannot be associated with the murder of a noble, no matter how...Repugnant."
Isaac stood, staring at Sam's sword, his mouth agape.
"He won't speak of this. It would destroy him and his father were it to become public knowledge. Instead, you will return to Northcrest and remain their for your days, won't you Gregory?"
The boy nodded, just barely, terror outlined in his eyes.
"Good then. Come Guardian, we must leave before we are seen." The Princess grabbed Sam's hand, leading her from the tent and through the maze of the others, before stopping suddenly, and embracing Sam deeply.
"Thank you...Thank you so much Sam. I was so afraid." Tears were in the Princess' eyes.
"Of course, your Highness. Of course. Are you alright?" Sam held the girl close for a moment before she moved away.
"Please...You will call me Amelie, Sam. You deserve it. And yes, I'm fine. He didn't touch me at all, though I'm sure he meant to. We need to - ugh." The girl suddenly bent over, holding her ass tightly. "Mmmm...I can barely hold on Sam. I need to poop so badly, and this didn't help at all. We need to get back." As if to mark the point, the girl farted loudly. Sam saw the outline of the girl's delicious ass through the fabric of her dress, and could barely keep herself back.
"Of course, your highness. I've already arranged for the carriage back." Sam could use a break herself. It had been some time since she had released her own water, and combat always made her need worse.
"Mmph...Good. Lets go." The Princess led the way, and they wandered their way through the tents toward the edge, where the lights of the festival twinkled merrily still. Amelie stopped suddenly, and gasped. "Oh no! It's going to come out!"
The princess bent her knees slightly. "Sam, please! You must help me hold it!" Amelie begged. Sam quickly strode behind her and slid a hand under the girl's dress, feeling her tight ass. She put her hand on the girl's panties, and pressed up against her anus, which was puckering with a barely held log. "Got to poop so badly..." Amelie mumbled. Finally, Sam felt the turd slide back, and Amelie relaxed somewhat. "Thank the gods. But we *must* hurry."
They crossed the Green quickly, and made their way through the mingling crowds. Soon, they came upon the carriage, where Hawthorne stood, ready.
"Home, Sergeant." Amelie commanded, tersely.
"Of course, your Highness." Hawthorne snapped a salute and went to the head of the group immediately.
Sam opened the door for Amelie, who climbed in quicker than lightning. Sam followed, to find the girl desperately holding her behind.
"Quick! Close the door! I can't hold it any longer!" Sam did so, as the carriage rode off, and Amelie kneeled down against the bench, raising her dress, and then giving a smoky glance toward Sam. "Guardian, I'm afraid my ordeal has fatigued me so. I just cannot hold it any longer. I'm going to have an accident..."
Sam knelt as well, mesmerized again by the Princess. Her delicious ass hung in the air, clad by a slightly damp pair of orange panties. The lace around the edges only seemed to accentuate Amelie's natural curves. Suddenly though, the girl tensed, and she saw her cheeks spread. The smell of feminine poo filled the air as Amelie farted one more time, a quiet, sneaky one, and then a tiny bump appeared at her bottom.
"Mmmph..." Amelie's face was one of concetration and ecstacy. She bore down, and the bump began to grow as the thick, firm log of poo slid out into the girl's panties. She grunted, and it grew even more, to the size of a large ball, and then a wet fart came out, sputtering from the confines of her soiled underwear. "Oh gods," she said, "I'm pooping myself like a child. I just can't hold it. It's so big."
Sam agreed. Her hand, moving on its own, reached for the Princess' bottom, feeling the bulge, it warmth and softness. Suddenly, the girl let loose with another fart, and she bore down again, expelling more poo into her loaded panties. "I can't stop it, Sam."
"You don't have to, Amelie..." The poop continued to come out for a few second more, pushing the limits of the girl's panties. As if waiting for the cue of her finishing, Amelie's bladder released again as well, pouring liquid gold onto the wooden floor of the carriage. A soft patter accompanied it. It caused a similar, desperate twinge in Sam's bladder, and she felt a spurt dampen her own leggings. Sam's arousal grew almost exponentially, and her hand moved on its own volition, sliding along Amelie's pussy, eliciting a gasp from the girl.
"Oh *gods* that feels good." Amelie's breath came hard, in gasps, and before Sam could stop herself, her hand slid past the girl's wet panty crotch and began massaging her clit. Amelie grinded herself against Sam's hand, and in no time was shuddering with an orgasm. She fell to the carriage floor, holding herself with her arms on the bench. Her butt made a squelching sound as it hit the floor.
Some time passed, neither saying a thing. The combined growing desperation and arousal in Sam made her hold her own crotch. Amelie didn't seem to notice, lost in her own world. Finally, Amelie spoke up. "Oh dear. I've had a terrible accident in my panties. I *am* such a dirty girl, aren't I?" The Princess giggled. Then, seeing Sam's plight, she said: "Oh dear, I have barely let my guardian have the time to take care of her needs. What a terrible mistress I am. Here, let me help you."
Before Sam could react, Amelie was on top of her, fiddling with the straps of her pants, revealing her leggings and underwraps, already damp with her own pee. She moved deftly, but then 'accidentally' pressed against Sam's bladder, making her lose another spurt, this time soaking her underwraps. The golden trickle ran under her ass, warming it. She could barely hold on, and squirted again, for longer. A soft hissing sound filled the carriage as pee soaked her wraps and leggings, going on for seconds before Sam could get her bladder under control.
"Oops! I'm sorry, Sam. Let's get those off." She undid them easily, revealing Sam's shaven pussy. It made her more comfortable on the hot days, and she like how she looked with it trimmed. Amelie regarded it admirably. "You must need to go so badly. Am I right?" Sam nodded.
"So badly, your Highness. I've been holding it all day." The Princess nodded, but then did something unexpected. She leaned down, and began licking Sam's pussy. The feeling was ungodly, and Amelie was a natural at it. Her juices oozed from her crotch, and the Princess lapped it up. Pausing for a moment, she said, "That feels better, doesn't it? We'll make you feel all better." Before Sam could respond, she dived back in, and Sam's words were turned into moans. Her bladder was at the limit, but she tried to hold on - she could pee in the Princess' face! But as Amelie continued, her need grew greater. Only the continued ministrations of the girl allowed her to hold back. But she could feel the orgasm coming, and when it did, there would be no holding back the flood.
"Please, Princess, I need to pee soo badly. I won't be able to hold it, if I come..." Amelie only responded by going harder, sending Sam over the deep end. The orgasm was so sudden, so powerful, that it took the breath from her and nearly caused her to pass out. Waves of pleasure racked her, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming in ecstacy. The floodgates fell open though, and a cascade of pee fell into Amelie's waiting mouth, where she drank greedily, still sucking Sam's secret place.
The relief was so great, releasing herself into Amelie's mouth, that the orgasm continued for as long as she peed, until finally she slowed, and fell back against the carraige, completely spent.
Amelie climb up on her, straddling her, and kissing her deeply. Her shit-filled panties rubbed against Sam's pussy, eliciting another wave of pleasure. And, as a final gift, Amelie released her last bit of pent up urine, the golden liquid running down into Sam's pussy, wetting it and warming it.
When their lips released, Amelie smiled at her. It was mischievous, and alluring. It was too much. "Not bad for a first day, hmm?"
Chapter 3
Three months had passed since the incident at the Harvest Festival, and still Samantha felt like she was constantly on her guard. She couldn't be sure whether the princess' brief kidnapping was one foolish drunken mistake or a political move, but she didn't want to risk it again. Sadly, it had left little time to indulge this new aspect of herself, one unleashed by Amelie's delightful body.
The colder months meant heavier clothes and longer stays inside of the castle, where prying eyes kept them from their play. Still, every once in awhile they managed to sneak away for some fun. Today, however, was all business. The Princess' father was holding court, addressing the problems that were arising through the winter. Namely, mercenaries that had failed to find employment or warmer climes. Stuck in the northern lands, they had turned to raiding and banditry in order to survive this unusually harsh winter. The gentry of these varying counties were now turning to the king, and his currently idle soldiers, for support. Samantha wasn't sure what choice she'd make. From a military stand-point, soldiers need to be at use, else they grow bored, restless, and hostile. And the closer to home they are, the happier they'll be. Still, even in the dead of winter, it wasn't an impossibility that a full-scale incursion could happen. However, three months hovering around the Court gave her the gut feeling that the timing of these complaints, if not the raids themselves, was too off. She left the judgment to Amelie, however, as another feeling in her gut told her that her bowels were full. It had been a few days since she had last gone, and the thought of later made her blood pulse a little. She wore a Winter Guard robe, white with a red sash. It was supported with soft leather, providing some protection and better warmth. Under it, her underwear was a soft white cotton that caressed her perfectly toned ass as she walked.
Next to her, walking in step with Samantha, Amelie was dressed in a gray, fur-lined dress with red trimmings. It was conservative for her style, but also a gift from her favorite uncle, who was in the court today, so she decided on wearing it. Her panties, Samantha had noticed, were a rich silk the color of purple. She had noticed that the girl had begun to blossom into womanhood, reaching her first lunar phase a month and a half ago. In eager fashion, she soon demanded Samantha teach her how to wrap her breasts, which her Guard was only too happy to do. The cotton wrapping peeked just barely above the back of the dress.
“It's a precarious time. My father must show his support for the nobility, especially now, during the hard times. But it is no coincidence that these requests arise now, especially from the southern districts...” The Princess' hair was curled today, falling in bangs across her perfect face. She gave Samantha a slight smile as she talked, one that was undoubtedly meant to be hidden, but still caught by her ever-watchful guardian. “He'll offer help. But I suspect that he'll do it in a way unexpected. If I know him, he'll offer an “amnesty” to the mercenary companies.”
“It's a bold move. Good gold can sway most mercenaries. Those that accept will get a free trip to the frozen front, and a ticket for some conscript to see his family. Or maybe use those mercenaries to hunt down the other bandits.”
Amelie seemed delighted at Samantha's insights, commenting that she'd fit right in with the scheming nobility, something that gave Sam a slight flutter of dread. “Don't worry, you'd stand out like a sore thumb anyway. Too much integrity. My father does like you though. My mother too. I wanted it to be a bit of a surprise, but he intends to honor you with a rank today.”
Samantha smiled back and feigned surprise. She'd found out through the Sergeant under her charge, Hawthorne, a week previous. The man was reliable to a fault, but you could only tell him things that you wanted the front lines to know about within a day. “Don't worry though, you'll still be my guard. Just with a little more authority to back you up. And it'll give my father and mother reason to have a proper conversation with you. They're nice people you know. Despite my occasional comments.” Amelie smiled.
“You make them sound as if you were bringing me home as a suitor.”
“Would that I could,” she said, grinning evilly. An alcove came upon them and the Princess, as at home as she was, ducked into it before Sam even had any idea of what was going on, before being dragged into it herself. A large statue of a hulking warrior blocked any view of them from the main hall.
In a giggling whisper, the Princess grabbed Samantha's breast, immediately hardening the nipples, cooing to her: “I've been so...So uncontrollable with my urges for you. Wanting you, to touch, to be touched. To have your hand here.” She guided Sam's hand to the Princess' nether regions, where Samantha massaged the girl softly, eliciting an equally soft moan. This continued for some few seconds before she herself could barely contain her desire, and slid her hand to the break in Amelie's dress, reaching into those delicious purple panties. The girl's forbidden place was warm and soft, engorged and slick with lust, and Sam wasted no time in sliding a finger inside the girl. It was only a minute, maybe two - time was hard to keep track of – before the girl was gripping Sam like a vice, grinding against the hand, before suddenly tensing and biting (painfully) into the Guard's shoulder as she came. And as she did, a warm wetness enveloped Samantha's hand as golden liquid cascaded from the girl's pussy, soaking those purple panties and running down her smooth, pale legs. Rivulets reached down into the fur-lined boots, immediately hidden and soaked up. Made for snow, a little golden rain would do little to hurt them. However, the patter of urine hitting the stone floor made Sam a little worried that someone might hear, though a quick look back showed that noone was in the hall, miraculously enough.
Turning back, the Princess was just coming out of the throes of passion. A blush had enveloped her face, and pee continued to pour from her soaked panties. She must've been holding herself up from sheer for of will alone. And holding very, very tightly to the stone wall. The hungry look that she was giving Sam said that her own body was not safe, but she knew that they would be late if they did not hurry. And in any case, her need to poop was growing, and she didn't need her muscles spasming for any reason.
Before the Princess could sink her lips onto Samantha's pussy, she drew her away with a deep kiss, before checking for an empty hallway, and hurrying them along. As they approached the central chambers, the petite orchestra was still playing, ensuring that they were, thankfully, not late. The guard admitted them, and they found themselves surrounded with the gentry of the kingdom. Differing styles, differing cultures – they could each be found within the Royal Court. After all, the unified kingdom was relatively young in comparison to the lordships of the counties. The ceremonies were just beginning, and the nobility filed themselves about, seeking seats according to rank and privilege. Amelie briefly greeted varying nobles as she passed, while Samantha followed in the wake of the royal princess. She took her place amongst the head of the honor guard, accompanied by the other members of the official Royal Guard.
Each of the Royal Guard stood out from the rank and file near them. Depending on their charge and their care, their finery reflected their assignment and needs, as well as their own personal styles. There was, of course, Veridis, in all his glory. But the others she had come to know and chat with: Guardian Johan, commander of the South Watch, dressed in a light, white robe emblazoned with the royal symbol. A spear was strapped to his back, the spear that had single-handedly protected Lord Robert de'Conne when traitors attempted to assassinate him. Johan was grim, cold and always serious. Still, Samantha had come to know that he could be charming, if he so chose. He just never so chose. On the other side of fashion and personality was Guardian Griffiths, the Lord Calvary Commander. Armed with a curious combination of a shielded glaive, he taught himself to ride at an early age, and to fight soon after, when the war had first begun. His cunning was said to be matched only by his kindness. Garbed in a pearled ceremonial scale vest and white silken vestments, he was second only to Veridis, and his loyalties rumored to be held first to the people under his care. There were others, of course, but Samantha was distracted. A few days worth of poop pressed painfully against her anus, threatening to cause a disgrace in the woman's wrapped, white cotton panties. With a supreme effort, she managed to fight the cramp off, just as the King began his sermon and service.
Nortmund combined the religious and ministerial aspects of government into a single entity within the royal family. After all, as the King is believed to be descended from divine heritage, so too are his sermons thought to be divinely inspired. However, at the moment his words flowed past her like so much the sounds of nature. Nature, instead, was calling her urgently, a fact that the princess had most certainly picked up on. During the speech, the guard was turned outward, toward the audience, as a precautionary method. But after the speech, she turned to see Amelie staring at her. From the distance, she looking nothing less than a beautiful, young woman. The only aspect that marred the image was the predatory hunger that lusted through the princess' eyes, as she ate up Sam's desperation.
And indeed, it was getting worse. As the minutes wore on, so too did the cramps get worse. Each time, it became harder and harder to keep herself closed up, much less keep her composure. The crowd, for their part, were enthralled (Or at least pretending to be) by the King, and so ignored the “servant guard”. For that, she was thankful, but the situation was becoming more dire. Just then, the white noise of the King's voice came to an end, and for one brief moment, she thought that her necessity as an honor guard would be at an end.
No such luck.
“Guardian Samantha of Nortmund, stand forward, and receive the blessing of prestige and promotion.” That was the queen's voice cutting to her. The Queen, although Amelie would be loathe to admit, was not merely a figure position within the royal family. Most, if not all of the secondary administrative duties fell to her, and as such, she played a critical part in the ministration of the kingdom. Still, she was second to the King, an idea that made Amelie, and Sam too, chafe. Her announcement continued, and Sam realized with a shock that she had entirely forgotten about the improvement of her rank. She saluted the Queen, and strode to toward the dais where the royal family sat, just as a cramp bore down on her again. She nearly gasped in pain, as her anus puckered out, refusing to close.
Sam cursed her fate at being the first of the ceremony for such an honor. It was, indeed, a great honor to be chosen as the first (Or so she'd been told before), but there were more pressing things on her mind. And body. She removed her weapon and laid it behind her, causing her hole to open even more as she bent over. Try as she might, she could barely hold back the days' worth of poo that was about to exit. Kneeling down before the King and Queen was even worse, and a small log pushed its way into her underwrappings, a precursor of what was to come.
In the background, the Princess Amelie was barely able to contain her own lust, watching her Guardian so desperate, and she surreptitiously she slid her legs together and back and forth, squeezing her thighs as she tried to massage her forbidden spot. Next to her, the Queen rose, with a sash in hand. Unlike the one she wore currently, this was embroidered with marks of rank in silvery weave and base gemstones, denoting a Knight Bachelor of the Guardians. Truly, an honor, it was acceptance into the royal family itself, albeit as a low noble. Even with her desperation, seeing it made her eyes glitter with wonder. She would be the first of her family to hold any sort of nobility. And she couldn't help but wonder who...
Another cramp made her breath catch in her throat. Only the Queen noticed, and her face made no movement, but Sam could see in the woman's eyes recognition...And something else too. All thought, though, were blasted away, and the Queen's speech as well, as the cramp became worse, and Sam began to lose control. Her toned ass separated again, widening as her anus puckered up. A long, thick, firm turd slid out, tenting the woman's underwear, making it bulge. It broke off, but was immediately followed by another, slightly smaller, and then another. Kneeling there, she was thankful for her robe, else anyone would've been able to see her wraps bulge out with poo, and turn a faint brown. With a supreme effort, she was able to close her hole, but much more was wanting to get out. She felt like her wrappings could barely contain what was already there, and she dare not lose anymore. Else, her disgrace would be public. Her problem was compounded by a sudden need to pee, spurred on by her brief loss of control. Thankfully, the Queen was finishing with her speech, and turned back to Sam. Each step was slow, and graceful, and each of those drawn out moments made her desperation worse.
As protocol dictated, Sam removed her sash, and held it for the Queen's taking. In its place, her new one, decorated with rank was placed in her hands. She fastened it to herself, and at the Queen's beckoning, arose, to the entirety of the Guard saluting her. With a roar they raised their weapons into the air, and the nobility itself was then clapping, though in a more conservative manner than the warriors. It was an indescribable feeling, to her so many giving her such respect. She felt warm inside, shocked, almost. Then she realized that warmth wasn't just the overwhelming honor, but pee as well, that had escaped her bladder, and was spurting out down her leg ever so slightly. She clamped herself shut, but knew that time was running out. They wouldn't stop the salute, though, and the Queen moved next to her, waving to them, adding strength to the din. With horror, and before Sam could do anything, she felt the woman's hand glide down to Sam's ass, and feel the bulge that was there.
But there was no recoil of horror. No outburst of disgust. The Queen gave her a sidelong glance, and then completed the ceremony with a kiss to each cheek, staring into Samantha's eyes. So close, Sam realized where Amelie got her beauty from. The Queen herself was stunning, in a more mature way. But then, she was gone, turning back to her seat. As part of the honor, Sam would be attending the royal family's private dinner, which would allow her to get to know her charges better. For the time being though, she was trapped to stand again. Thankfully, her waste had no odor. But with both her water and waste still pressing at both doors, she could only pray it did not take much longer.
How she lasted as long as she did she could only guess, and she attributed it partially to the grace of God. She was the only promotion of the ceremony, and so the rest went to court business, of which there was little in this month. The announcements took the most time, and Sam squirted twice into her underwraps again, and let more than a few farts silently go. It finally ended, however, and the courtiers stood, to chat and converse a little longer before leaving. Sam was finally free to go, and so she did. She knew she wouldn't make it to a privy, but she hoped she could at least make it to a secluded hallway to finish her disgrace. Dodging the courtiers proved a problem though. It seemed that every other one of them wanted to stop and congratulate her, and perhaps curry some favor. She thanked them all, but said that she had martial business to attend to, but to send word later so that they might have more time to discuss matters. Or something to that effect.
She only made it about halfway before she started losing control again. Her anus began to open up again, and another log threatened to push its way out into her overcrowded panties.
A few more steps, and then golden liquid spurted out from her pussy, gliding down her concealed legs. With her hole already stretched wide, holding her pee was even harder, and she couldn't stop the slow trickle.
Almost to the door, she began peeing in earnest, spurting uncontrollably into her panties. As long as she kept moving, noone would notice her accident in the crowded floor, but her control was quickly slipping away, and her stream growing heavier. She took smaller steps to try and keep any pee from soaking her dress, as rivulets streamed down her muscular legs. She stepped into the hallway, and rounded away from the exiting courtiers, deeper into the castle, toward the royal chambers. Ducking into an alcove, she gave up any pretense of control. What little pee was left within her cascaded out, and poo slid out of her easily, piling into her panties until, with no room left, falling to the floor with dull thuds. The relief was almost orgasmic, and the entire situation had her almost demonic with lust.
As her body expelled the last of its waste, she tried to survey the damage. Her robe was, thankfully, fairly dry. Being heavy as it was, it wouldn't show much wetness anyway. Her underwraps were a disaster though, full of poo. Carefully, she untied the knots holding it together, and let them drop to the ground. Best to let a servant think some noble disgraced themselves. Her pussy was on fire however, and she resolved to get back to her quarters for some much needed relief of a different sort.
However, when she turned around, she found herself face to face with Rosalia Gregorian, Queen of Nortmund. Her face was impassive, her eyes betraying no thought, not even a hint of what she might've seen.
“You look to be in distress, Lady Samantha. May I offer you some assistance?”
Chapter 4
A fancy dress is...Perhaps...One of the most difficult things to move in. This, Samantha had decided the first time she'd actually put one on. Even plate armor, heavy as it was, would be actually designed and tailored to its wearer. Interlocking plates, padding on the inside. Perhaps not the most comfortable outfit ever. But you can move in it.
Whalebone compressed her lungs until she could scarce breathe, and layers of petticoats threatened to catch up her legs with every step. She was, however, a lady. And ladies, apparently, subjected themselves to crude torture on a regular basis. Sam mused that the reason must be as a sacrifice for living longer than the male counterparts. Shifting her legs again, she would have preferred death at the moment.
Across from her sat the Queen of Nortmund, Rosalia Gregorian. Rose, to Sam. They sat in a library, currently being tended to by the Archivists. The robed men mulled about, checking and reordering books, inserting new volumes, removing others. Poring over data. Aside from the nobility, the Archivists were amongst the few in the realm who were literate. It was not always as such. Before the Libraries – not the comparatively small one that resided in the southern wing of the Palace; rather, true centers of knowledge and learning – were burned after the fall of the First Kingdoms, most people across what is now Nortmund and beyond could read. Could write.
There were stories and culture found within the books. Theatre writings and such. “You could intimately understand the people and their works from these dramas.” said the monarch, noticing Samantha's eyes glancing about. The Queen, in her own regalia, was graceful even in the ridiculous dresses expected of the female nobility. She spoke with a cool, utterly confident tone, though it was still friendly, comforting. “Explorations of the mind. The soul. The body.” The emphasis, though almost non-existent, spoke volumes. Enough to fill a portion of the library, even.
As if she had commanded it, the Archivists began filing out, speaking quietly to themselves. They were a reclusive group, though friendly enough. Their knowledge though, and their practices, made them stand out. They understood the workings of the mind, both literally and metaphorically, better than almost anyone. Definitely Sam. Perhaps even the nobility. As the last of them left, they closed the door behind them, leaving an utter silence, save for the blowing of the winter wind and the crackle in the fire.
The Queen stood, smiling at the Guardian. There was a trace of stiffness to her, the regal bearing that she carried. “I'd been meaning to ask you: How has the burden of tithe and title been treating you?”
Sam took another sip for the mulled wine, its heat permeating her body. “Well, much the same really. I mean, it was mostly just an honor of ranking, wasn't it?”
“Yes, though it more or less formally inducts you into the Royal Family. Extended, of course. Many of the Guardians who acquit themselves well find a place there. If you were to ever bear children, or leave a legacy of such a nature, the honors of Privilege would guarantee their place. It also makes you more suitable for the social exhibitions amongst the nobility as well. Amelie really likes you, you know. She says you have a shrewd mind.” The Queen walked about the library, pacing slowly.
“I serve as best I am able, my Queen.” Sam felt a twinge in her bladder. She hoped this wouldn't last too long, as it would do no good to have a repeat of the last week. “Though I must admit, the field of battle is somewhat more comfortable than that of Court.”
Rose smiled at her. “One you should learn, however. My dear daughter has a great ordeal ahead of her in life, and she needs someone to protect her, not only from physical dangers, but from those posed by a dangerous word, or a cold rumor. She needs someone there to advise her, but the few “Ladies” who would be of any use to her are as untrustworthy as they are clever. And, of course, avoiding suitors like the plague, as she does, there is little chance of her falling into subservience anytime soon. Besides, she is a fine judge of character.” The woman stopped near the fire briefly. “And she likes you.”
Samantha was glad that she was turned away from the Queen, as her blush would have made things awkward. She discreetly pressed her legs together, grimacing at her body's desire for relief. “Yes, well...She is a pleasure to serve as well. Your daughter is both beautiful and cunning. It is a honor to be of use to her.”
“Indeed. Your ranking will help to protect her social health as well as her physical. The mind as well as the body. Of course, this all depends on a few things. You have potential, yes.” The Queen leaned against the chair closest to the fireplace, her shadow dancing across the floor toward Sam. “But the quality of your character is something that requires better understanding. And so my husband and I decided that we would each get to know you. He greatly desires a new mind to bounce tactics and war off of as it is. It, sadly, occupies much of his time these months, as it must.”
“For myself though...Well...How are you feeling?”
“Well, my liege, of course.” Sam wondered at the question and sudden change of pace.
“Are you? You know, you remind me a little bit of a dear friend I had when I was a bit younger...” The story soon spiraled out, and both Samantha and the Queen conversed, chatting, exchanging stories, jokes. A servant entered and added more wood to the fire and left. The gray light outside had begun to fade into night. The Queen was witty and very beautiful. Amelie was thin, and would be her whole life, but the Queen had curves to her that few could match. Silky hair and flawless, pale skin, just barely touched with lines. Thalos, God of Wisdom and Serenity, left his feet at the corners of her eyes, a symptom of a lifetime of laughter. It was like seeing Amelie in 20 or 30 years. It was a comforting thought.
“And so it goes with so many of my ladies. I deal as best I can though,” Rose said, smiling. “But how are you feeling, Guardian?”
Sam's bladder was on fire, as was her body. Her pupils were practically blown, alive with lust, unfocused but omnipresent. She wasn't sure how much longer she would last, but time was definitely running out. “Well, though my duties will soon call for me. I would be more than happy to return shortly, after I have seen to them.”
“Soon, dearest. It has been a distinct pleasure conversing with you. But I have one last question.”
A surge in Samantha's bladder caused her to slam her legs together, barely keeping her urethra closed. “Of course, my Queen. Anything.”
“How is my daughter?”
“She's as happy as I can tell, my - “
“That's not what I mean, Lady Samantha. I've noticed that you shared certain...Predilections...That my daughter does.”
Sam's heart slammed against her chest – no mean feat with her corset strangling her as it did – and she blushed furiously. Unbidden memories of the ceremonies a week earlier filled her mind: the helpless feeling as she lost control in the middle of the crowd, barely hidden by the heavy robes. And of course, the burned-in memory of the queen discovering her secret shame. And hiding it. Remembering the incident brought a sympathetic surge to her bladder, causing a spurt of golden liquid to escape her pussy, dampening the petticoats of her dress.
“I...Ah...”
“It's alright. No need to be ashamed.”
“She...Is...She is wonderful, in...all...ways.” Sam's knees knocked together as she desperately held onto to her weakening bladder.
The Queen took this silently for a moment. “And you enjoy her?”
“Unbelievably so, my Queen.” Another wetness began to form, entirely unrelated to her desperation.
Queen Rose smiled a secret smile. “But I must wonder,” she mused, tapping a slender finger to her cheek, “how much she enjoys you in return. It is my duty as her mother to ensure my daughter's happiness and success.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, my dear Lady, I am in need of some assistance. You see, our conversations have been utterly entertaining. Enthralled, even. Yet...It has left little time to refresh myself.”
“I think I can sympathize, my Queen.” A stray thought, an intuition at the back of Sam's mind began screaming its way to the fore.
“And it has left me in such a state that I desperately require relief. In fact, I dare not move, for fear of losing all control.” It was impossible to see below the Queen's layers of dress, but Sam could easily imagine the Queen's legs rubbing together. Her breath opened up, and became a little heavier.
“Of course, Your Highness. It would be an honor to serve you.” She slipped out of her seat, her bladder twinging painfully, and another spurt escaping into her petticoats. She reached the Queen and, carefully, gingerly examined the woman's dress. The Queen, for her part, stood rigidly still. Her control was amazing, though Samantha could tell she was reaching her limits. Slowly she began to remove a layer, revealing the petticoats of beneath. She gently touched the woman's corset, eliciting a brief gasp from the woman.
And then went a layer of the petticoat, and another, leaving only the Queen's stockings, panties, corset and girdle. Her silhouette was beautifully illuminated in the shadow of the firelight, a tall hourglass. And her body was so warm. Sam couldn't help but touch her creamy skin. Her back...
Her shoulders...
Her thighs...
And a magnificent ass, barely clad by the girdle, which Sam delicately removed. Each touch caused the older woman to twich, either in desperation or electric pleasure.
“My Lady Samantha, I must beg that you hurry. I am at my last...Ohh.” A brief spurt of twinkling droplets graced the woman's thighs. And suddenly, Sam knew she could take no more.
“I shall, mistress. But my own need is too great. Please, help me with my own clothes before I disgrace myself. Her own dress was less complex, but even as the Queen acquiesced, she moved much slower, and stiffer, than Sam had. Another spurt wet her own panties, and the Guardian could feel her control slipping.
As the petticoat came off, she lost the last vestiges of her control, spurting again into her panties and again. “My Queen, I'm afraid it's too late...I can't hold it any longer...”
She bent over slightly, as golden liquid rushed out of her forbidden place, pouring in a waterfall between her legs. And then she felt the Queen's hand there, massaging her pussy as the urine burst forth. The feeling was uncontrollably blissful, and soon she lost all touch with reality, lost in the feeling of the Queen controlling her ecstasy. Pee rushed out of her with a hiss, splattering the wood floor and running in rivulets down her legs. She barely noticed as a finger slipped into her soaking panties, and then another, slipping past her pee-soaked lips and fingering her rapidly. In short order, she was reduced to a shivering wreck as an orgasm wracked her. She sank into the warm, wet wooden floor, slowly regaining her wits. The Queen straddled her prone body, grinding her slightly.
“I must admit, Lady Samantha, that you are quite...Enticing,” she punctuated the word with a pelvic thrust, moving the woman's hot crotch against Sam's legs. “Pleasure me. Make me glow in ecstasy, before I completely disgrace myself. I can't hold it in for much longer.” The Queen's voice went higher at the last, almost child-like.
Practically in a trance, the Guardian obliged, slipping to her knees before grasping at the Queen, molesting her, caressing her. She bit into her neck, eliciting a gasp, and ran her hand through the woman's hair, reveling in its softness. But the real prize was the woman's hips and thighs, her perfectly shaped ass that that filled her hands so well. She ran her fingers inside the woman's legs, and she leaked again, a sprinkle of urine gracing the floor. When Samantha pressed lightly against the woman's stomach, she tensed and moaned, followed by a tiny fart. “Please,” gasped Rose, “I can barely hold it back...”
In response, Sam moved down, and began to lick the woman through her dampened panties. The Queen bucked on her knees at the feeling, lost in it, yet tense with the effort of holding back. With a finger, she began massaging her clit, rubbing the bump, and the monarch began gasping. She was getting close, her tense muscles pulsing with a building orgasm. Rose grasped Samantha's head and held her there, pressing her mons into her face. Sam licked her hungrily, and then, Rose let out a low, almost predatory cry.
Sam pulled away, still massaging the woman's clit, and the Queen fell to her knees, wracked with waves of pleasure. Her wonderful ass right in the Guardian's face, she got a perfect view as the last of the Queen's control slipped away. It began slowly – a dribble of gold erupting from the woman's crotch – that slowly grew, and grew, until a it hissed against the fabric of the Queen's panties. The Queen moaned uncontrollably, still caught up in her orgasm. Her ass tensed and flexed with each pulse, revealing her well-toned musculature. As the tail end of her orgasm spun out, she relaxed entirely, giving up any semblance of holding on. Another small fart escaped her, but then, her ass began to spread, and her hole pucker through her now soaked panties. A solid log began to emerge, tenting out her panties. As it ended, another burst of gas erupted, followed by more logs, pushing down her panties.
The Queen, her face in her arms, moaned quietly as she soiled herself, “I'm having an accident, I just couldn't hold it in any more...I'm pooping my panties...” More poop forced its way out, squeezing out the sides of the woman's underwear. Her perfectly shaped ass gyrated slightly, hypnotizing Samantha as she watched the spectacle. Finally, after what seemed like an mind-numbingly erotic eternity, the woman's hole closed up, and the Queen sighed. She lifted her head just enough to mutter, “Ahh, that feels better.” Her load made an enormous bulge, a perfect contrast the woman's creamy skin. Her ass in the air, she practically beckoned for the guardian to take her once more. Sam, for her part, had all but lost her mind, and assaulted the Queen in a frenzy of lust. If this was her future...Well, she could deal with all the snobbish nobles in the world. |
"Tenten, don't you think this is romantic?" Neji was amused and the normally speechless genius of Hyuga clan turned slightly noisier. He blissfully asked Tenten questions again and again like he usually doesn't, like Tenten always wanted to hear. However, Tenten was too desperate to be concentrated on the conversation. She continuously replied only "yea" or "hmm" as if Neji's lovely questions were major annoyance to her, fortunately the Hyuga didn't really mind.
20 minutes unconsciously passed by, unconditionally forming an abnormal atmosphere as Neji was talking more than Tenten did. Tenten was secretly beating her sitting knees with her fists, squirmed around on the mat with the same color as her pants. In due course, her urge to pee had reached an intense state, reached a point where she couldn't resist the massive urine any longer.
Tenten felt like she had a huge rock stuck up inside her swollen bladder, desired for a leak more than anything else. She suddenly felt like being the main character in an epic Omorashi story, fearing that she would uncontrollably crack at any moment, wetting all over herself and the mat before the eyes of Neji. On top of that, the annoyingly blaring hissing sound of the water fall was driving Tenten's condition from bad to worse.
"I really hope we can be here forever," Neji wrong believed that Tenten thought he was too boring so she got internally irritated and tried to say about something else interesting, but he totally got the wrong idea. Without being alerted to Neji's words, Tenten abruptly leaned her body forward and held tightly to her pelvis. Few drops of urine squeezed and spurted out from her vagina, forming a wet, darker patch on her pink cotton panties. She felt like she was gonna pee herself completely and luckily regained control after all those efforts.
"Tenten are you sure you're alright?" Neji seemed to figure out the embarrassing nuisance that was bothering her all along. Tenten was more than a hundred percent sure that she would lose control any moment if she couldn't find any toilet around, cursing the very dreary fact that there should be none of them around and she mustn't show her bearing on her desperation with Neji here.
"Neji I…I need to take a walk around the forest," Tenten stood up all of sudden and crossed her legs immediately, couldn't stop moving her body for even a second. At that time, it was no doubt that her shameful bladder desperation was noticeable and apparent.
"You don't need to walk, you need to pee," Neji steadily rose his body up and gave Tenten an innocuous, caring stare, though the way he talked was kinda mean.
"No, I…I…" Tenten blushed, still wanting to defend her dignity as a kunoichi that admire and idolize the great female of the Sannin Tsunade, despite being unable to hold her liquid any longer. However, she couldn't speak clearly or express the sentences in her mind properly due to her enormous urge to pee.
"Byakugan!" Neji's pupils became more distinct and veins near his temple bulged, as he saw the extremely, unbelievably full bladder of Tenten and was surprised. And of course the very small wet patch on her panties, caused by the leaking of urine.
"Neji… you're so… bad," Neji's act seriously exasperated Tenten but she couldn't shout her feelings out, she couldn't help speaking like Hinata.
"Ah sorry Tenten, that wasn't really what I mean to do," Neji turned his head around slowly like a scanner, "there it is, 3o'clock and half a mile away from us."
Tenten crossed and grabbed her thighs hardly, charging towards where Neji said, hoping that she could reach the toilet in time. She felt like using all her strength to jump swiftly like a ninja does, but she has to focus on her bladder's muscle.
"Stop there you two!" Suddenly, two ninja's with their face covered appeared, just like those dumbass minor bad guys you normally see in Naruto's series.
"Handover all your money you Konoha ninjas," one of those two ninja shouted delightfully, totally underestimating them, especially the Taijutsu expert Neji Hyuga.
"It's them, the forest thieves we failed to capture at the C… I mean D-ranked mission last time! Now it's our chance Tenten!" Hmm, did Neji actually forget about Tenten's overwhelming dilemma? He's a too serious and insensible after all
Nevertheless, Tenten no longer has the intention, or the ability to fight, even with those rookie ninjas. Her bladder was feeling like an over-filled water balloon, if somebody were to bump to her, she would explode, sending cascades of urine to everyone and everything. Too bad on top of that, she forgot to bring her weapon scroll. If she did she would be able to fire some gigantic shurikens or kunais, defeating the thieves in a long range with simple effort.Apparently, Tenten was out of her mind with desperation, unable to think rationally or logically. She eventually ignored the dumbasses and skipped over them with her tensely crossed legs, her confidence shattered due to their appearance, but she wasn't giving up yet. All she desired was to remove her pants, squad down and let everything out, though she wasn't sure how far the toilet was, or was she charging through the right direction. The weapon mistress kept running by her intuition, bet everything on her luck as she squeezed firmly on her vagina while doing so.
"Stop there right now you little brat!" 1 of the loser-liked thief shouted as he was slowly approaching Tenten. Obviously Tenten's running speed had greatly reduced due to her terribly overflowing bladder.
Fortunately, Neji Hyuga the ultimate Byakugan genius was here to save the day! He knocked the other one out, who was nearer to him. Neji managed to beat him up with mere Jūken, since the thief was, after all, a dummy ninja. Finish him off with Kaiten or Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four palms would be a humiliation to the almighty Hyuga skills.
The other bad guy however, threw a kunai to the rushing-to-the-bathroom weapon mistress. At that time Tenten was pressing her crotch with both of her hands with an incredibly immense effort, stopping her bladder from dribbling with all the willpower she had.
As Tenten was squeezing her muscles, focusing all the strength around her bladder, she was aware of the kunai shooting forward to her back, at a tremendously high speed. What surprised her was, a half-burning exploding tag was attached with the kunai!
Despite of being at the verge of wetting all over herself and in front of her beloved Neji Hyuga, Tenten was certain that if she happened to die she would not be able to become a great Kunoichi just like The Overlarge-breasts Fifth she admired. In fact, she had no choice but to risk terribly strained bladder again.
Ah!" Tenten groaned with agony as she jumped over the left side and fell on the ground with her knees. The bomb kunai abruptly hit the tree which was in front of Tenten, it brings out an explosion that caused unwanted, huge vibration. Poor little Tenten who was kneeling right beside the blast trembled with sorrowful tears, feeling irritatingly helpless as warm spurts of fresh urine started to squirt out from her vagina."No…no…"
Neji then beat the thief up in a couple of seconds and immediately headed towards where Tenten was. At the same time Tenten tried her best to stop her pee from flowing out, but it was hopeless. No matter how hard she closed her thighs against each other, it was impossible to stop the long-held **** from bursting out, from drenching her slightly soaked pink cotton panties.
Neji wasn't aware of the unluckiest thing was happening to Tenten but he was worried, since Tenten barely dodged that explosion. Tenten's panties was unable to absorb the massive urine coming out anymore as it overflowed out, wetting her maroon pants and giving her crotch and her thighs a warm, wet sensation.
"Tenten are you okay?" Neji kneeled down as he tried to help Tenten from standing up by supporting her with his arms.
Tenten felt awfully embarrassing as she was still losing control, wetting herself like a little girl in front of her boyfriend. She couldn't stand the horrible humiliation and frustration, as despairing tears rolled out from her beautiful eyes.
The pee soon streamed down all over the ground and formed a lovely urine-pool around Tenten. She was completely sure that her precious lover had already noticed what was happening. Hence, she was too shameful to look at Neji and kept staring on the ground, on her own pee-puddle as her face turned to a brilliant red from pale.
"I'm sorry about this, Tenten," Neji wasn't quite sure about what to say after witnessing the most embarrassing moment of her girlfriend. Tenten remained quiet and again, a tense atmosphere was formed. He could hear Tenten whining and sobbing soundlessly.
After a few moments of hesitation, Neji closed his large, shiny white eyes and gave Tenten a delicious, electrical kiss on her blushing face. Tenten was surprised, not by the sudden kissing, but by the unexplainable amusement she was feeling. She no longer felt embarrassing about peeing herself, and realized that how much Neji cared about her. Steadily, she shifted the angle she was gazing to the front of Neji's face.
Neji whipped her tears away with his masculine hands and hugged her tightly. Tenten could feel the warmth of Neji's body, and the love within his heart.
It was a nostalgic, unforgettable date and desperation experience for Tenten. Even though she didn't make it to the toilet at last, even though she peed herself in front of Neji, she realized that how deep their love to each other is. And she learned that nothing is shameful about Neji knowing her wetting herself because they are closed to each other.
Well also, of course, Tenten learned the lesson of not to delay and endure her need to pee for the sake of her dignity. After all, nothing is more awful than wetting herself!
"Tenten, are… you free for a breakfast tomorrow?" Neji Hyuga, the Jonin of Hyuga Clan in Konoha, stared and asked his charming female teammate for a date. Despite being a serious, cold and stoic person, he actually had been having a crush on the only kunoichi from his team for a long time.
Tenten the weapon specialist stood there, stunned by this sudden, unexpected invitation from the guy she had always loved since they first met. Though Neji looked too serious for her to tell him her feelings and devotion to him. "My god it's gonna be our first date tomorrow" Tenten told herself as her face turned into a brilliant red. The stars above shined and lightened the appearance of the new couple of Konoha.
What happened this night was too amazing for Tenten to believe. She delightedly lied on her bed unable to sleep, constantly raising her body up, drinking a long glass of fresh milk as she was daydreaming about her time with Neji tomorrow.
The morning she had longed for finally reached, Tenten was too busy imagining last night and so she didn't sleep well. As she woke and glanced at the very cute alarm clock Guy Sensei gave her, always reminding Team Guy that being a ninja we should wake up in time, she was shocked. Neji told her to come at 9 and it was less than 10 minutes more to 9o'clock! She regretted from being careless and too happy to remember of having her alarm set.
She quickly changed into her adorable china-style ninja outfit, rushed to the basin and cleaned herself up, ignored, or probably forgot and didn't have the time to care for anything, including visiting the toilet to settle her morning pee of course. She wasn't aware of the milk she drank last night which turned into urine in her bladder at all.
"Hell, I'm gonna be late!" Tenten dashed out from window and bounced from buildings to buildings hastily, she even forgot about equipping her weapon scroll. Since it was their first date Tenten certainly wanted to give Neji a good impression. Moreover, she cares a lot about how Neji thinks of her and she had already always being overly dependent on other people during missions or battles. At first she planned to reach there before Neji does but now she only concerned about not to be late.
Eventually Tenten reached the famous Ichiraku Ramen Bar, Naruto and Iruka's favorite place to eat. Neji was already there leaning against the side of the bar, the bright morning sun formed a shadow of him on the ground as he did a chilling smile seeing Tenten's arrival.
"Sorry Neji, I'm late," Tenten didn't actually need to apologize, how would Neji blamed his pretty girlfriend for being few minutes late?
Neji felt an unexplainable contentment when he saw Tenten, but he wasn't good at expressing himself, "we are not on a mission today so, doesn't matter."
"Let me take you to a special place," Neji was carrying a fully packed large bag. Tenten looked confused and asked, "didn't you say we're gonna eat Ichiraku Ramen?"
"Well I've changed my mind, I want to make our very first time unforgettable," Neji explained and held Tenten's hand like the romance movie he watched last midnight, since he actually wasn't sure what should he act like in a date.
Soon they went out from the gate of their beloved village Konoha, and Tenten followed Neji into a silent forest. As their heading towards their destination, Tenten could feel her bladder requesting for a relief.
"Now, here we are Tenten," Tenten slowly widen her attractive feminine eyes as it was too glaring under the bright sunlight.
"Wow Neji, how did you find this place? It's wonderful!" Tenten literally felt like flying, amazed by the enchanting scene of the waterfall.
As they approached nearer to the waterfall, Neji sat down and opened his bag steadily. He took a maroon mat, some egg sandwiches and a jar with fresh orange juice out from there and started to set everything up.
As Tenten squatted down and tried to help Neji, she felt a stronger pressure rushing from her bladder, she quickly closed her thighs inside her maroon pants firmly. Now that she noticed that she hadn't pee for hours since last night, and she was pretty sure that she couldn't hold it for much longer. She observed around unhurriedly, hoping that her boyfriend couldn't find out about her searching, for the very needed ladies' room.
Unfortunately for Tenten, she couldn't see any toilets around as she expected, since they were inside a quiet forest. "Tenten are you alright, you look so anxious," Neji was aware of Tenten's expression, as he is a very determined ninja even without activating his Byakugan.
Tenten should have told her lover about her personal problem now, nevertheless… "Uh nothing, I guess I'm just too nervous, hehe."
Since it was their first date, Tenten want to be dignified in front of Neji. Furthermore, Tenten thought that someone serious as Neji would probably think that needing to go toilet is unnecessary or rather an immature act. Most importantly, Tenten was too shy to tell Neji she needed the toilet so much and she wasn't sure if there was any here so she must waste their important dating time searching for it.
Tenten bit her lips, clenched her fist as her desperation grew stronger and stronger moments by moments, trying every unsuspicious movements to hold the pee inside her exhausting bladder. She was fighting so hard with her bladder for the sake of her pride and glory in front of Neji.
* * *I got this from google, just look it up, it may pop out. just wanted to share it with the rest of you.
http://www.experienceproject.com/stories/Like-See-Girls-Desperate-To-Pee/911412
Edited June 28, 2011 by Ranpalan
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So here's my newest story. It's a long one (11500 words or 17 pages); that's how I like them. I divided the story in six chapters for convenience, but it's about just one night. One very wet night...
Enjoy! And as always, I appreciate a small comment if you like the story.
Disclaimer: contains female desperation, wetting, tickling, and a small bit of humiliation.
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| THE MEMORY OF A WET WINTER NIGHT |
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Thursday morning, me and my best friend Sarah at the departure hall at the airport. We waved and jumped until our friend Hannah was gone from our sight.
“Damn, I think I’m even going to miss that crazy girl”, Sarah said.
“Yep, she was... special”. I laughed.
“Extremely special”, Sarah added. “Do you remember that time when...”
She didn’t have to say more.
“I remember.” I giggled and thought back to that night...
CHAPTER 1. AIN’T NO PARTY LIKE AN ALCOHOLIC PARTY
It was a winter night, I can’t remember the exact date, but I’m pretty sure it happened in the winter season because it was really cold outside. Freezing cold. There was a thin layer of snow on the streets, and the roads and sidewalks were slippery; you had to be very careful not to slip and fall. But we were young and joyous, we did not care, we just had a lot of fun. We were going to some kind of student party that night - it wasn’t a very special party, but the beers were cheap and people were loose. It was a lot of fun, and we went there early because we had decided to return to my place at a reasonable hour. I think I had to study the next day, or something like that. Plus, we knew; the younger the evening, the more free beer. We really liked free beer... every student likes free beer, I guess. Oh, maybe I should also tell you guys who “we” is in this story.
I’m Layla, a 20 year-old girl, I am a blonde, average length, average weight, average breast size... Yeah, I see myself as a ‘regular girl’; not bad looking, but not super hot either. All my female friends disagree, they say that I’m far more special than I think, but I don’t know about that. Me, special? Oh, and guys tell me all the time that I have a sweet ass. Well... they could be right, maybe. I have to say; I’m also really happy about the way my bottoms look in a jeans. Or just naked. They’re tight, soft, firm and round - I don’t know how I got them, because I don’t eat that healthy at all. I guess the man in the sky takes some and gives some, sometimes. Oh and while were at it... I think I have a very ‘clean’ looking pubic area as well. That sounds a little weird maybe, but it’s like that. Never mind. To summarize; I am good looking in my pants, but besides that, I’m pretty average. Hehehe. That should be on my business card later.
There’s also Sarah. She’s also twenty years old and we were friends for as long as I remember. We went to kindergarten together, to elementary school, to... any school, you just name it. And now were studying both at the University. She still lives with her parents though, while I have a small apartment for myself in the city. She is a bit taller than me, also has blonde hair - we’re not very different, actually. Some people even say we look like twins. I always take that as a compliment, because I think that Sarah is better looking than me. Her ass is nice too, and her breast size is one size larger than mine. She has a cute face - green eyes, gorgeous lips; she looks like a good girl, a perfect ‘girl-next-door’. But I know that she can be bad too...
Last, but certainly not least, there’s Hannah. She’s not from here; she’s an exchange student from Italy. She always tells us that she is here for one reason only; to party and to party more. Hannah is a really fun girl once you get to know her. She’s... nuts. That’s the one word I need to describe her. She always acts loose, has a wide imagination and invents the craziest things. You never get bored around her. She always has something to do. She always knows a party to go to. Like the one from that night. Should I go on? Every time I see her, she’s smiling. She lights up every party we go to. I would say that she’s definitely a ‘sexy bitch’. Hannah is really hot too. She’s smaller than me, but she has bigger breasts, one round ass, tight legs, and she always dresses sexy. She has a naughty looking face; blue eyes, pitch black curly hair, small mouth, nice lips. It’s no wonder guys like her so much. But don’t worry, it’s mutual, she also really likes guys. I can’t remember a party where she didn’t have her tongue stuck down some guy’s throat. She says she enjoys it, that she just likes to make guys crazy. She told me that she can make a guy cum, by just dancing with him, with all her clothes on. Believe me, she can. We did bet once. She won the bet. Most guys are weak, she says, she likes to play around with them. Each to their own, I guess. I admit it; it’s amusing to watch her on the dance floor. I like partying with her; it always is a lot of fun.
The party was in someone’s basement - it was a small place and soon it became very crowded also. The first beer barrels were free for everyone, and it wasn’t long before we were a bit drunk. But the beer was cheap, so we kept pouring the drinks down our throats. Off course, what goes in, must come out at some point or another. Especially when you’re drinking cold beer. Needless to say; our bladders were filling up pretty fast from all those drinks. But I have one rule. At a party, I always try to postpone my first bathroom visit for as long as I can, because I know that when the ‘seal is broken’, I have to go again every twenty minutes or so. And I hate spending my entire evening in the bathroom, when it’s much more fun on the dance floor. I know Sarah felt the same way, because we always did our first bathroom visit together. It’s like we encouraged each other to hold our pee just a little longer, so that we could party along. It helps when you have a friend who is in the same situation as you. It’s not always easy, because sometimes your bladder fills up faster than that friends’ bladder - we both had our ‘close calls’ in the past, believe me.
But no matter how hard you try, you can’t hold it forever, so we excused ourselves from the party and went looking for a toilet. We first checked every corner of the basement, but no sign of a bathroom. It was probably upstairs, then. We climbed the narrow and crowded stairs, and we found the bathroom in the hallway. But there was already a line, and we joined it. Apparently there was only one stall, and one urinal - certainly not enough for the crowd that was downstairs. Oh well, those situations were familiar for Sarah and I, and we just kept queuing. My bladder was absolutely full - the party was so much fun and I think that I had held it a little longer than usual, but I wasn’t really worried. I could just hold on, and even if I couldn’t; there was always the possibility of running outside and squatting somewhere. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time. Pushing our bladders, it was a risky business sometimes. But we always made it, relatively dry. Same thing this time. I had to do a little pee-pee dance, but I made it into the stall with my panties dry. I unbuttoned my jeans and as soon as my buttocks were hanging over the toilet pot, a big torrent of pee jetted out of my body and splashed in the water closet. Ah, relief. It always was a small sensation. I made sure my bladder was entirely empty, and went back to the party with Sarah.
Hannah gave us another round of free beers, from a guy that she was dancing with, and we kept drinking. I started dancing with Sarah - I wasn’t really in the mood to pick guys up, and it was always a laugh to dance with her. Besides, we also knew that two hot girls dancing together drew the attention from guys. It was a double-win. Some guys were treating us with more free beer, which we drank. Basically, we were drinking for free that night. Nice. From that moment we made our bathroom stops at different times. We never did that by the way, it was just too complicated to wait until the other person had to go, and vice versa. I think I went another two times that night, I don’t know about Sarah. All I know is that I held my pee until I was absolutely full. The route to the bathroom was too small and too crowded for a quick stop; the less I had to do it, the better. I never got in trouble though.
I was chatting with some boys while Sarah was away, but when she was back we danced together. Hannah was never far away, but she was busy turning some guy on. I have to admit, that guy was pretty hot. Hannah was dancing very close to him, squirming against his body. Just a few minutes later, her hand was on his lap, stroking his pants. She was going to score that night, I was sure about that. Some minutes later they left us and I wondered where they went. A dark stairway, the backseat of a car, the bathroom, some bushes, an alley? You never knew what Hannah was up to. It didn’t matter anyway. The last time I left the party to pee, Sarah joined me and we queued together. We were both drunk and talked about leaving the party, but we had to wait for Hannah.
Just as we were in the basement again, after our visit to the little girl’s room, Hannah showed up. We asked if she wanted to leave the party as well and she said yes, but she needed a pee first. Sarah and I agreed, and while Hannah went to the bathroom, we drank a last beer. We knew the line for the bathroom was long, and that Hannah’s bathroom visit would take a while. A little more than twenty minutes later, Hannah returned and we left the party basement.
I noticed that I had to pee again, but the line for the bathroom was too long; we would surely miss some buses if I joined the queue again. And I didn’t want to catch the last bus, I found that too risky. So I ignored my need, it wasn’t so urgent anyway, and passed the bathroom in the hall.
CHAPTER 2. WAITING FOR THE BUS AND SOMETHING ELSE
Coming from the hot, sweaty basement, the cold and chilly temperature outside wasn’t very pleasant for us. I was freezing in my jeans and I felt sorry for Hannah, who had nothing on her legs but a short pair of hot-pants. But well, it was her fault for dressing up like that, exposing so much skin. Being the sexiest girl on the dance floor certainly had its price. The bus stop was just two blocks away, and we headed there as fast as we could, so that we didn’t have to be out in the cold for too long. Running on the slippery sidewalks wasn’t very easy though, and we didn’t move very fast. Hannah slipped a few times, but was laughing everything away, and we were laughing with her. I hoped I wouldn’t pee my pants while laughing, but I wasn’t really thinking about it; the alcohol in my brains weakened my thoughts. Five minutes later we arrived at the bus stop, only to see a bus just leaving; we missed that one. We didn’t care though, because there would be another one in five or ten more minutes. All we could do was to wait at the bus stop until the next one would arrive.
Minutes passed by, and I was getting more desperate by the second, now that we were standing still at one place. The only one who was still cheerfully chatting, was Hannah, probably to keep herself warm. She was doing pirouettes on the ice, then suddenly stopped and said to us: “Guess what? I don’t have any bra on!”
Before we could even answer, she opened her jacket, lifted her shirt and indeed, she didn’t have a bra on. Her big boobs were shivering in the faint street light, and her nipples were fully erect from the cold. “Lost it while I was busy with that guy”, she explained, without putting her shirt down. She must have been really drunk, exposing herself like that without even realizing it.
Sarah and I giggled. “Come on, put that down, we don’t have to see that!”
But Hannah didn’t, on the contrary; she did another pirouette, with her shirt up this time. But she lost her balance, fell down and landed on her chest, elbows first and her breasts second. She turned herself around, and grabbed her boobs with her hands. “Cooooold!”
Sarah and I looked at each other, and then we started laughing out loud. That was just too damn funny. I saw Sarah grabbing her crotch with both hands and I did the same, to prevent any pee from leaking out. It wouldn't be the first time that I would wet myself from laughing, and my bladder was well filled. I tried to stop laughing, but I couldn't. The image of Hannah falling with her breasts in the snow was all over my mind.
“Stop, stop!” giggled Sarah, not mentioning why, hopping from foot to foot. But as long as she was laughing I couldn’t stop either. After a few seconds of good laughter, we managed to keep it down to a small giggle, but then Hannah pointed at her two breasts and said to us:
“Thank God I have airbags!”
That was just too much and I started laughing again, even louder than the first time. Tears came to my eyes, and i squeezed my crotch as hard as I could, afraid that i was going to wet it. But I wasn’t the only one.
“Stop, stop, stop!” Sarah screamed. “Stop or I’m going to pee in my pants!” I guess both of our bladders were pretty exhausted for holding it multiple times at the party, our bladder control was slippery. “I have to pee, I’m going to, stop!” She was jumping up and down, trying to step away from us and the laughter. And for some reason, it helped. I managed to keep my laughter down, and so did she.
For a few seconds we kept our mouth shut, Hannah stood up again and buttoned her jacket on again. Sarah and I kept our hands in our crotches.
“Shit, I need to pee!” I exclaimed finally, and waited for Sarah’s reaction.
“Me too,” she said, “do you have to go bad? For how long can you hold it?”
“Not sure,” I admitted, “ten, maybe fifteen minutes?”
“And how long are we on the bus?”
“At least fifteen, but in this weather, I’m not sure...”
“Maybe we should go before”, Sarah suggested.
Hannah protested. “But our bus is going to be here in a few seconds! I don’t want to miss it!”
“I don’t want to miss it either,” I said, “maybe we should wait.”
I squeezed my crotch another time, hoping it would keep my bladder shut so I didn’t have to worry anymore, but my condition just kept getting worse. I was hoping the bus would arrive soon, so I could forget about this dilemma, but no sign of it yet. Maybe a quick pee wasn’t such a bad idea after all. I started scanning for a suitable place to drop my pants, while dancing around with my hands in my lap. On the other side of the road was a small alley, covered by a fence. God, I needed a pee. I glanced at Sarah, who was even more desperately dancing around. I was sure she wouldn’t be able to hold it for another twenty minutes. I probably couldn’t either. And then what? Should we go wetting in the bus then? I wasn’t sure that would be the best option.
“The alley over there,” I pointed, “I’m going to squat there.” I crossed the road, walking in that direction. My need got more urgent as I approached the place.
“I’m coming,” Sarah said. “Are you coming with us, Hannah?”
Hannah refused. “We’re going to miss the bus!”, she said once again, trying to stop us.
But there was simply no stopping us. We needed that pee. Now. I opened the fence with one hand and dropped my pants. I squatted down and tried not to fall, which wasn't always easy in a drunken state. Because of the cold, my bladder didn’t release immediately, but after a second a small stream trickled from between my legs. I tried to be fast, in case the bus would come, and soon the small stream became a steady yellow jet. The urine was forming a small pool under my feet.
In the meantime, Sarah was sitting right next to me, also trying to open up her pants, but it was hard for her to open her buttons with frozen hands. “Come on, come on...”, I heard her say, and she finally managed to pull down her jeans. She didn’t have to wait for the floodgates to burst; I saw a giant jet squirting out of her body once her jeans were on her knees. Wow, she definitely needed to go, probably much more than me. She sighed; she was clearly enjoying it, and so was I. But our moment of glory didn’t last very long. Only a second after Sarah started peeing, we heard Hannah shout.
“Girls! Quick! The bus is coming!”
“Shit!” I wasn't finished yet, and a stream of hot urine was still coming out from between my lips. The bigger part of my pee was already out my body though; I think my bladder was still one-third full. I wanted to finish it first, but then I literally heard the bus approaching; Hannah was right, the bus was arriving, we had to leave now. I didn’t have much choice; I had to stop the flow somehow, so I could get my pants back on. I let out another big spurt, and then gritted my teeth while straining my bladder muscles. In a normal situation, I would have been able to stop my pee immediately, but my bladder was exhausted from holding it all the time at the party, and I had to make a massive effort to close the floodgates. I managed to slow the stream down to a small trickle, and then further till only a few droplets of urine still came out. I quickly pulled up my pants and felt a few drops landing in my panties, but it wasn't much, I was still dry.
Just as I stood up, the bus halted at its stop with shrieking brakes, and I wanted to sprint to the stop, so that I wouldn't miss the bus. But I noticed Sarah was still squatting, and the giant jet of pee was still shooting out of her. Poor Sarah, she just started wetting and her bladder probably wasn’t even near halfway empty. But she had no choice.
“Come on, we have to go!”, I shouted, while I watched the doors of the bus go open. I hoped Hannah could persuade the bus driver to wait a little longer.
“The bus is going to leave!”, I yelled again, “come on, you have to stop peeing!”
“I’m trying, I’m trying!”, Sarah told me with a panicky voice, and I could see that she was trying to, but it didn’t work, she was still wetting forcefully. Wow, her bladder was really full.
“Ok, I’m going to the bus”, I said, getting a bit impatient, “I’ll try to stop the bus driver from leaving for as long as I can. You just hurry!”
“Ow, ow, ow...”, Sarah said while trying to reduce the flow to a smaller level, “wait for me, I’m coming with you!”
I failed to see how that would be possible, since she was still uncontrollably peeing, but she tried her best, I could see that. She pressed her right hand on her crotch, probably hoping that she could stop the flow from the outside, but she couldn’t, and small trickles of pee spurted from between her fingers. Then she pressed her legs together and stood up, still wetting, and pulled up her jeans with her other hand. She removed her hand from between her legs to pull the pants over her ass, but I could see that she still wasn’t finished yet; a significant amount of urine ran into her panties and soaked them totally. The stream coming out of her body was not as big as it was before, but there was still a definite stream.
“Come on, let’s go”, she said, while I saw blue dark lines running down her jeans. With her right hand jammed in her crotch area, she hobbled towards the waiting bus.
The bus was pretty empty and we went to sit in the back. The wetness of Sarah’s pants was even more visible in the artificial light that was shining in the vehicle. Sarah removed her hand from between her legs, and inspected the damage. The fabric of her crotch area was dark blue, and I’m sure her underwear was totally soaked. There was also a bit of wetness on the fabric of her uppers legs, but not very much.
“Shit, I’ve pissed my pants”, she said silently while stroking her fingers over the wet jeans. “But I have managed to keep a part of it inside of me, it would have been worse if I had relieved myself entirely. Did you finish, Layla?”
I declined; I still had some urine in my bladder. But we made it, and I was reasonably comfortable; the pressing feeling in my abdomen was gone. It probably wouldn’t take very long before my bladder would be filled up again, but I would be fine until the end of the bus ride. Just twenty, thirty minutes max; I could certainly handle that. I sat back and closed my eyes for a little while.
CHAPTER 3. IT’S A LONG WAY HOME
The next thing I remember is that I woke up five minutes later, because Hannah was bumping against my arm. “Guys...”, she said, somewhat hesitating, “I have to pee...”
“Hmm.” I wasn’t fully awake yet. “We’ll be home in about fifteen minutes, I guess”, I answered, not really paying attention to what she was saying.
“No, no, you don’t understand”, she pleaded, “I mean I REALLY have to pee! Like... I can’t hold it much longer.” She emphasized the ‘really’, and I turned my head to look at her.
She was on the bus seat next to us, leaning forward and jamming her hands between her legs while shuffling with her feet. I saw a tear in the corner of her eyes, and her entire body was shaking from the tension she was putting on herself.
“It can’t be that bad?”, I asked her, “I mean, you didn’t have to pee five minutes ago?”
“I had,” she said sheepishly, “I just didn’t tell you...”
“I told you that you should have gone with us in the alley”, Sarah exclaimed indignantly, “I told you!”
Hannah bit her upper lip and moaned.
“In that case, we would have missed the bus, you know”, she defended her actions. “But I really, really, really need to go now! Fuck my bladder is so full, it hurts a little...”
Now what? It’s not like there was a bathroom in this bus, or a secluded place where she could squat down, or something like that? I saw the stinging pain in her body, and I wanted to help her, but I just couldn't. I didn't know how.
“Just hold it Han’, we’ll be home in no time”, I tried to console her, but I knew that wouldn’t help.
“I can’t, I can’t”, she told me, “I want to but I can’t; I have drunk way too much beer at that party, and it’s all in my bladder now, it feels like it’s gonna explode...”
“Whatever you do, don’t pee in the bus alright? The driver was already staring at us when I walked in with my wet panties”, Sarah told her. “If he sees you’re wetting his seats, we may be in big trouble!”
“Oh, but I gotta go, I gotta go!” Hannah was almost crying. The upper button of her shorts was open, and she was pressing in her most private area like I had never seen before. In fact, I had never seen her truly desperate for a bathroom before, she always peed way more often than we did. She probably didn’t have the bladder control that we had.
I stared out of the window, and knew we weren’t even halfway. The bus was going extremely slow on the slippery roads, and the bus ride would definitely take a while. I hoped Hannah was going to make it, but I wasn’t sure. Not at all.
“Oh, no, no!”, she squealed, “I can’t hold it! What am I going to do?”
She bit her upper lip and was breathing heavily.
I wanted to help, and thought that I could maybe give her some advice. After all, I was way more experienced than her when it came to holding my water. There was once thing that I always did when I was literally on the verge wetting myself, maybe it would work for her too?
“Hannah,” I said, “maybe this will help. Try making a ‘V’ with your both hands, just like this.” I demonstrated how to do it, while Hannah was still bouncing up and down. She was trying to listen to what I said, but it wasn’t very easy for her, it seemed. “Ok, then,” I went on, ”put your two forefingers over each other and press them between your intimate lips, where your pee hole is.”
Hannah moaned another time, and decided to try what I had said.
She folded her hands in a ‘V’, and pushed her fingers deep between her legs.
“Oh my God, oh my God!” Hannah sighed one time, and then started to breathe a little harder. I knew the feeling; I think it was helping. She moaned another time, and another - it’s almost like she was climaxing.
She was fine for like a minute or so, but then she started panicking again.
“I can’t hold it, it’s coming out; we have to stop! I have to get out of this bus!”
“Come on”, Sarah tried supporting her, “just...”
But Hannah didn’t let her finish. “No, I’m leaking, I just can’t! I have to get out, now!”
She removed one hand from her crotch to reach for the stop sign, and pressed the button.
“I feel my panties getting wet! Please, help!”
Luckily for her, we were just approaching a stop, and the bus slowed down. Hannah already stood up, hobbling over to the door with her hands jammed between her legs. She wasn’t lying; she had leaked, the back of her shorts was already a little wet. The bus halted and Hannah had to grab the bus pole next to her to regain her balance. Unfortunately that meant that she had to let go of her crotch, and I saw another wet leak spurting into her shorts. The doors opened and Hannah jumped out of the bus; we followed her. She ran over to a parked car that was standing near the bus stop, and I saw her shorts getting wetter. She had abandoned the battle, and was now wetting uncontrollably, first in her panties, but then she pulled them down and squatted behind the car. Wow, that stream was also pretty forceful. Soon there was a big puddle on the frozen streets. She wasn’t really covered up behind that car, and a handful of people were staring at her, but I think she didn’t care. There was a very big smile on her face.
In the meantime, Sarah was checking out the bus schedule. “Next one in three minutes”, she said, glad that we didn’t have to wait so long. We both felt our bladders filling up in the cold, and Sarah and I realised that we would soon need a bathroom again. For a second I thought about making a precautionary pee here, in the streets, just like Hannah did, but there was no place to cover myself up a little - I saw nothing but some parked cars and empty streets with buildings all around them. I decided that I didn’t want to pee here out in the open, where everyone could see me, so I just had to hold it. I wasn’t that desperate anyway. I hoped I wouldn’t be.
But I would. We got on the bus, went to sit in the back again, and for a good ten minutes I felt just fine, until my bladder was filled up again. Immediately I was getting uncomfortable and I crossed my legs. I was simply tired of holding it all night, but we would arrive at any minute now, and it would be the last time this night that I would have to make that effort. I pressed my knees together and assumed that I would be just fine, although my bladder was constantly sending signals to my brain. I noticed that Sarah’s legs were also crossed, and that she was fiddling with her hands in her pocket. Yeah, she needed a pee too; I knew the symptoms too well. I wasn't really surprised either, after the massive amount of effort she had to make earlier to stop her pee flow. I mean, at that time she probably still had a large amount of urine inside her; no wonder she was filling up so fast again.
One minute later she announced that she needed to pee again, and two minutes later I saw her quickly pressing her hand in her most intimate area. I tried not to think about my own ever growing need, but Sarah’s suggestive movements made it hard for me to do so. I was counting down the streets; I took this bus a lot and I knew its route, so I realized how far we were from my building. We were getting closer, but at a really slow speed. I couldn’t really blame the bus driver, because the icy roads were dangerous, but still; I wished he could go faster than this. Getting out of the bus before our stop was the last thing that I would do; it was one of the last buses this night, and I didn't want to make a long walk to my apartment in this cold weather. I certainly would have done it if it had been summer; I loved nice evening walks when returning from a party, but not when it was freezing outside. I closed my eyes again, crossed my legs and laid my hand on my swollen belly. “Hold it girl”, I said to myself.
Four minutes later, Sarah started to get in trouble. She had detached the two top buttons of her jeans, and was jamming her knees together. Her hands were glued to her crotch, and she was shifting back and forth in her seat. Sometimes she was accidentally touching me; I know she didn't mean to, but she was also making me nervous that way.
“Shit, I need to go bad!”, she exclaimed. I could hear the frustrated undertone in her voice.
“Are we almost there yet? Oh my God, I will be so happy to see your toilet. It’s like I have the ocean inside of me, I’m that full!”
I kindly smiled and told her that we would be there in just a few minutes.
“How many is a few? I can hold on for another two or three minutes... More than five minutes could be really problematic!” Sarah moaned and leaned forward. Her jeans were still a bit wet, but it wasn’t noticeable anymore.
“Two minutes max, alright?” I knew that was a bit of a lie, but I wanted to cheer Sarah up a little. A hopeless situation was the last thing she needed, I had to give her a little more courage. As I’ve said before; you can always extends your limits a bit further when someone is supporting you. So I also ostentatiously pressed my hands between my legs, making it obvious to Sarah that I needed a pee too. I was almost sure that it would wake the competitive spirit in her; the spirit that would tell her that she could hold her pee for as long as I could. Ok, maybe that wasn’t true, she was way more full than I was, but it was the thought that mattered.
“We’ll go to the bathroom together, alright? We can do this!”, I cheered once again.
Sarah nodded ‘yes’, moaned another time, and undid another button.
“Shit, I think I need to get off this bus, Layla”, she said two minutes later. “I really can’t sit still any longer, I think I’m going to break just like Hannah did...”
“But we’re almost there!” I tried supporting her. “Just one more minute I swear, and you know my apartment is next to the bus stop!”
“Cant we just get out here and walk to your place, please?” Sarah was bending over, biting her lower lip. She opened up another button, and shoved her hands in her jeans, now holding the thin fabric of her panties directly, pressing even harder against her labia.
“Come on, it’s just two more stops, it’s less than one minute! You can do it!”
“But it hurts a little...”
“I know you can do it! We’ll just go to the bathroom together, you and me, like we always do! I just know you can hold it as long as I can!” I hoped the competitive approach would still work.
“So if I pee my pants, so will you?”, Sarah giggled, and I couldn’t suppress a smile either. I loved it, I loved her. Even in this desperate position, she could still pull off a joke.
“Alright”, I said jokingly, “if you wet your pants, I’ll soak mine too.” Don’t get me wrong; I didn’t want to pee my jeans at all, but I was absolutely sure Sarah wouldn’t do it in her pants either. I had witnessed her desperate for a pee dozens of time before, sometimes even more urgent than now, and never had she wet herself. Never. Somehow she could hold it, she just could.
“Promise”, she laughed another time.
“Promise”, I winked. The bus made a turn and entered my street, now it was just a matter of seconds. I pressed the stop sign, and we hobbled towards the bus doors.
CHAPTER 4. THE LAST STOP
“Finally!”, Sarah loudly exclaimed, while the bus took off. Her hands were still in her pants and now that she was standing on her feet again, she made a wild pee-pee dance.
“Oh, mother... I need a fucking pee! It’s time we got of that bus, I can’t even stand still anymore! Come Layla, let’s go!”
I didn't hesitate, and ran towards my apartment; I really wanted a bathroom too. I did not dare to think what would happen next; there was only one bathroom at my small place. Who would get in first? Sure, Sarah was more desperate than me, but it was MY bathroom! And I needed to go as well! I hoped that I would be able to control myself. The front door of my building was just twenty metres away and I arrived first; Sarah was hopping from foot to foot and was moving forward slowly. I opened up my purse and started looking for the front door key, while my legs were carefully crossed. Crap, why was my purse always such a mess? Usually I didn’t care, but now I was in a hurry to find my keys...
“Open the door, open the door!”, Sarah was screaming. That didn't help me at all, I got even more frustrated. And that awful feeling in my bladder wasn’t helping either. Come on, keys! I quickly pressed my hand on my crotch, and continued my search.
“Bingo!” Under a big pile of useless coupons, i found my key ring with all my keys on. All my keys? The key to my apartment was there, together with a bunch of other keys, but the key to the front door seemed to be missing. Uh-oh. Was it possible that I had left the key on my kitchen table? I checked the keys on the ring again, one by one, but the one I was looking for wasn’t on it.
“Come on, what are you waiting for? I’m going to pee my pants if you don’t open that door right now!” Sarah was in total agony.
“Umm... don’t be mad,” I said, “but I think I left my key inside...”
“What? But I need to pee!” Sarah moaned, hard.
I thought deeply; I needed a solution fast. “I’ll call Serena, my downstairs neighbour, she’ll open the door for us!” I grabbed my cellphone and dialled the number.
“Doesn’t matter, as long as I get in the bathroom, NOW!” Sarah was uncontrollably kicking with her feet. I had never seen her like that before, and was getting a bit concerned. Hopefully Serena would answer her phone fast! She did, and she said that she was going to open the door for us.
“She’s coming, hold on just a little longer!”, I tried to support Sarah.
She moaned another time, and froze for a second.
“I can’t hold it any longer, it’s on the verge of my pee hole! I’m going to squat here, I have to!” She looked like she truly meant it.
“No!” I shouted. Serena was going to be here any second now, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of my neighbour - I definitely didn't want her to see my best friend Sarah spraying her urine all over the sidewalk.
“But I can’t hold it...” Sarah opened up the last button of her pants.
“Yes, you can! You can hold it just like I do, just a little longer!”
For some reason, she was listening to me. Maybe she was in no position to argue, or maybe she just believed what I said, although I didn't have a clue off course. But she kept her panties on and did another dance. At that moment, I heard Serena opening the door.
“Thanks for coming down for us”, I said, and then turned to Hannah.
“Here”, I said, “this is the key to my place, it’s at the top floor. Get up fast and open the door, so that Sarah can go to the bathroom immediately!”
I wanted to get there as fast as I could too, but I didn't want to be impolite to Serena; after all she had come to open the door for us, the least I could do was have a little chat with her, instead of running upstairs and ignoring her. Besides, I had to wait to go the bathroom anyway, and I knew that would be easier here, than in front of a closed toilet door. Hearing Sarah’s pee shooting in the bowl would only make it harder for me.
“Wow, looks like she has to go, right?” Serena smiled.
“Yes, I think so too”, I said, not telling her about my own need. Now that my mind was off Sarah’s problem, I felt my own bladder pressing again. I needed to pee, I had to make an effort to keep it in. I crossed my legs and shook my ass a little. I tried to keep my need hidden, but it was hard. I hoped the conversation would be over soon.
“So where did you go tonight?”, Serena asked politely.
“Sweaty basement party”, I said, laughing. “It was a lot of fun, but I’m really tired now. You weren’t asleep, were you?”
“No, I was just about to. Forgot your keys, huh?”
“Yeah, I think they are still upstairs.”
My bladder was really bothering me; painful waves were going through my body. I put my hands deep in my pocket and tried to press my crotch like that, but it didn’t work. I had no choice, I had to tell Serena. It was probably pretty obvious already, I guess.
“I’d love to have a little chat with you, but...” I was hesitating for a second, and swallowed. “Well, I have to go to the bathroom pretty bad too, actually, so...”
“I can see that.” Serena smiled. “Don’t worry, come on, go to your place. I’ll close the door.”
“Thanks.”
I told her goodnight, and then went upstairs. As soon as Serena was out of my sight, I pressed a hand between my legs and unbuttoned my panties with the other one. Oh my God, my bladder was full. That pee was going to be so fucking good! I hoped Sarah would be out of the bathroom already. I was even considering peeing into a bucket or something like that. I just wanted the pee to get out of my body, and not in my pants. My apartment was the last one, on the third floor.
I did the ‘V’-trick to take the pressure off my bladder a little, and was ready to race into my apartment and into the toilet.
But when I arrived at the third floor, I saw Hannah and Sarah still standing in front of the door. Tears were in Sarah’s eyes, and she was shaking like a Polaroid picture. She was biting her lip, doing everything to keep the pee inside her, but I could see that she was in big trouble. Why wasn’t she in the bathroom yet? She must have been in serious pain. She was moaning desperately, obviously close to wetting herself, the waves in her abdomen must have been enormous, but she was still holding on.
“You can do it Sarah, remember, we go to the bathroom together alright! Hold on!” I tried to support her one last time, but I wasn't sure it helped anymore; her body was in control now, I had pushed her over the line, and I felt bad about it.
Then, I turned to Hannah, who was fumbling with the keys in her hands.
“Why is this door not open yet?”, I yelled, angry.
Hannah told me that she dropped the key ring and couldn't remember which one the key to my place was. I snatched the keys out of her hand, and jammed the right piece of metal in the keyhole. I heard Sarah painfully moaning another time behind my back.
“The door is almost open!”, I yelled to her as I turned the key around. I heard the lock of the door clicking into place, but I also heard another familiar sound coming from behind me.
I turned around and I saw Sarah, standing completely frozen against the wall, with her hands in her pants and tears running down her cheeks. It was dark in the hall, so I couldn’t see much detail, but I didn’t have to; the sizzling and splattering sound that was coming from Sarah made it clear enough. She had ultimately lost the fight and was wetting her jeans, in my hallway! She was sighing and sobbing at the same time; the relief must have felt great, but she was also a bit ashamed. I turned on the lights in my apartment and had a better look at her now. Sarah was still trembling and her pee was coming out in very big waves. Her jeans were soaked in no-time and the puddle was expanding at an unbelievable rate. I knew Sarah was always a forceful pisser, but it was even worse now. I felt sorry for her because it was also my fault; I had pushed her way over the line, I should have listened to her instead of telling her what to do. I felt my own bladder throbbing violently but I was glued on the floor. I felt too bad for her, I couldn't run of to the bathroom now and do what she wanted to do; that would have been too cruel.
I looked deep into Sarah’s eyes and she spread her legs; the damage was done now, running into the bathroom would only make a mess in my apartment. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the relieving feeling that was going trough her body. Urine was gushing down her legs and running in her shoes, which couldn’t absorb the moisture. The pool under her feet was expanding to all places, but Sarah wasn’t done yet, she just kept peeing and peeing.
I pressed my hand on my crotch so my bladder wouldn’t empty itself in sympathy. I tried not to look at Sarah, but I couldn’t do anything but stare at her with my mouth wide open. She pulled her hands out of her jeans and shifted her pants down a little, so I could see her soaked underwear. The wet fabric couldn’t reveal a thing anymore, and I was now staring at her most intimate area. For some reason the sight was mesmerising. A small gush was still coming out from between her lips and ran down in her pants. She finished her pee with a few short jets, and then she raised her head up. She didn’t say anything, but I could see the question in her eyes: “What to do now?”
CHAPTER 5. INSIDE THE APARTMENT
“Get out of your pants and come into my apartment”, I said while doing a small dance. I knew I needed a bathroom too, and fast, but postponed it just another little while; I had to help Sarah first. She stepped out of her soaked shoes and took off her pants afterwards, and gave them to me. I dropped them inside the apartment, and also took her jacket.
“Ok, you better come inside before someone sees you out here”, I told her, “I’ll clean the puddle later.”
It let her go before me, closed the door right behind her and told her to go to my bedroom. I had a good view at her now; the fabric of her underwear was completely wet, and her panties were clinging at her round ass. Small drops of urine were falling from between her buttocks, and her wet socks also left marks on my floor, but that was the least of my problems. I felt burning pee stinging in my body, ready to come out. I didn't have much time left but tried to control myself. I shoved my hand into my pants and into my panties, and pressed on my pee hole as good as I could. We stepped into my room and Sarah removed the rest of her wet clothing. I could see her complete girlhood now, but she didn’t seem to mind. It wasn’t the first time I had seen her naked, but she was really exposing herself now; a direct effect of the alcohol, I thought. She gently brushed her wet legs, and finally spoke up. “I’ve wet my pants Layla, and actually... it felt great.”
She sheepishly smiled and then pulled her shirt down to cover her genitals a bit.
I felt a rush going trough my body. I needed to go to the bathroom before it would be too late.
“I’m going to give you clean clothes in a minute, alright?”, I said to Sarah, “but I really really gotta go to the toilet now before... you know...”
I turned myself around and shuffled to the bathroom with my hands in my panties, but Sarah jumped up, ran past me and blocked the door opening.
“What are you doing?”, I said, surprised by her sudden action, “I have to pee! It’s almost in my pants!”
Sarah started grinning. “You promised, that if I peed my pants, you would soak yours too, remember? Well, I obviously did my part...”
Immediately I realised where this was going to, and out of fear a small leak escaped from my bladder. My fingers were getting a bit wet, and I grasped onto my crotch even harder. Sarah wanted me to wet myself too! Oh God no, I didn’t want to, the bathroom was so close! I closed my eyes and prayed that this wasn't really happening, but when I opened my eyes again, Sarah was still there. My bladder was going crazy inside me - I managed to keep my panties dry, but I would not be able to sustain the pressure for a long time.
Desperately I tried to think of a way so that Sarah would step aside.
Plan A: At first I hoped that she was only kidding - I waited and danced around for a bit, so that Sarah would see that I was truly desperate for a bathroom. Hopefully this way, she would stop playing this joke on me, so that I could go to the toilet. I stared at Sarah’s face and hoped that I would see a bit of sympathy in her eyes. But she kept blocking the door opening by putting her hands against the frame of the door. In the meantime, she was jumping up and down lively, and her shirt was moving upwards. I could see her privates again but Sarah didn’t seem to care; she just gave me a competitive look and started to make hissing sounds with her voice. In her pubic hair there were still a few drops of urine from her own accident, and they dripped down on the floor as she was hopping in all directions. One wet speckle even landed on my foot. After a few seconds I realised that she wasn't playing a game with me; she was dead serious. I had to think of something else.
Plan B: Secondly, I tried reasoning with her. I pleaded, but that made her only smile more. Then I tried to bribe her with everything I could think of; small favours, money, material objects. I promised the world to her, but she didn't flinch, not even for a second. My fingers were furiously pulsating in my panties, but my bladder was pulsating even harder. I needed to get past Sarah, fast! But she just kept on grinning. I reminded her to all the times that I had helped her out when she had been in trouble, I screamed that I needed this favour from her this time. I promised that I would anything for her, that I would owe her big time. But I realised this wasn’t going to help. She would never let me get past her, she wasn’t even hesitating! I doubled over from pain, cursed loudly. Sarah clearly enjoyed her moment, and started teasing me.
Plan D was uncontrollably wetting my panties in my room, so I only had one option left; plan C. And that wasn’t even a real plan. If Sarah didn’t let me pass, I’d have to get past her myself. She was not that strong, especially with all the alcohol in her blood - unfortunately I was in the same condition. But if I was able to weaken her stance just a little, maybe I had a chance. I removed one hand from between my legs to prepare myself for a forceful escape. I stopped dancing around, and sighed.
“Ok, you win, I’ll wet my pants”, I said while acting defeated. I hoped my plan would work...
“I’ll do it here, alright? But are you sure that the front door is closed? I don’t want Serena or anyone else to see me...”
I was absolutely sure the door was indeed closed, but I knew Sarah couldn’t see the front door from her position. She would have to make two steps back - enough to create a small gap between her and the door frame. I planned to jump into that opening so that I could run to the bathroom, which was just meters away. I hoped the fish would bite...
Sarah smiled, celebrating her victory, and made two small steps back. As soon as she turned her head to look at the front door, I started running. I wasn’t there yet, but at least I was closer to the bathroom than I was five seconds ago. Only, Sarah was faster than I expected. Before I could race into the opening between Sarah and the wall, she turned her head again and saw me, approaching her. “Oh, you sly little...!”, she yelled, and closed the gap again.
I realised that I hadn’t been fast enough, but I had a certain pace now, and I just kept running. It was my only way to the bathroom anyway. One hand was still in my panties massaging my privates, while my other hand was ready to push Sarah out of the way. “Let me go!”, I shouted, but Sarah remained standing and tried to stop me. I pulled my other hand out of my pants and then we wrestled for a few seconds. I was winning the battle, but I felt that I was losing control of my bladder. The effort that I had to make was just too big, and another leak descended in my panties. By pressing my knees together I could still hold the rest, but as long as I kept fighting I kept leaking. Fortunately I had passed Sarah, and I ran further to the bathroom, while grabbing my crotch again. I opened the door and saw the white toilet standing in front of me, finally!
But as I slowed down to open the door, Sarah got back to me again and grabbed my body tightly. I tried to get out of her stranglehold, but her arms were firmly hugging me.
“Just pee in your panties!” - “No!”
I started tickling her armpit so that she would loosen her grip, and she did; but in the meantime, she started tickling me in the stomach. I tried not to laugh but I couldn’t help it; it was a sensitive area of me and I couldn't resist it. I pressed a hand into my crotch again and tried to stop the flow from the outside, but it wasn’t helping. As soon as Sarah poked my belly, my bladder opened up the floodgates. My panties and even my pants were getting wet immediately, despite my efforts to keep the rest of my pee inside me. 2-3 second spurts were running in my underwear; I was definitely peeing my pants now. I still tried to run the bathroom anyway but Sarah wouldn't let me; she kept on tickling. “I’m peeing, I’m peeing!”, I yelled loudly, and Sarah tickled me even harder. I felt the wetness running between my contracted fingers. I felt ashamed and tried to keep the rest of the liquid inside me, but I couldn't help it. Every spurt widened the opening of my urethra a little more so that an even bigger spurt could escape from my body.
“Stop, stop, I’m peeing!”, I yelled again, between my laughter, and now Sarah looked down to see if my pants were already wet. She kept tickling me but loosened her stranglehold, and I took advantage of that. I pushed her out of the way with my last strength, and an unstoppable spurt jetted in my panties.
Finally I was free, but now I really started to pee myself. I didn't try to stop it anymore, because I knew it was no use anyway. Instead, I hurried myself to the bathroom so that the biggest part of my pee would still land in the toilet bowl. As I ran my panties were getting soaked immediately, and I felt wet lines running down my jeans. After three seconds of running and a huge spill of urine, I reached the toilet. At first I removed my jeans, then I tried to pull down my panties to but it was hard; the thin wet fabric was clinging to my butt and my privates. I was peeing so forcefully that the wetness wasn’t running down my legs; instead, it was coming from between my private lips and squirting through my panties. The torrent of urine then landed in my jeans, and soon there was a puddle in front of the toilet. It took me four full seconds to get my underwear of, and I felt my bladder getting emptier by the second. As soon as I removed my panties, I heard the sizzling sound of the amazing pee, and I felt even more relieved. I had reached the toilet, but I had also soaked my pants. My feet were standing in the warm puddle on the floor and I tried to lift them up a little. God, it felt great. Pee was rushing out of me, together with all the painful and anxious feelings. I emptied myself, physically as well as emotionally.
Then Sarah walked in the bathroom with a stupid big grin on her face; I hadn’t locked the door in my rush. She didn’t say a thing but playfully approached me, while trying to pull her shirt down again. Her privates were covered now, but the harder she pulled the fabric down, the more I could see her breasts. She giggled and then started to tickle me again, while I was still peeing. I didn’t try to fight her this time - I was in no position to do so anyway. The continuous stream faded and now my urine was coming out of me in small jets, every time I laughed. I didn't care, it still felt great, only Sarah’s touches were arousing me a little.
She stopped tickling and started to dance around, celebrating her victory.
“You peed your panties, you peed your panties, you peed your panties...”
Her silly dance made me laugh. “I sure did!”
As the last drops landed in the toilet bowl, I removed my wet jeans from my ankles, and pulled my panties down too. Soon I was standing in the bathroom with only my shirt on, just like Sarah. Seeing that I had set eyes on Sarah’s privates too, I didn’t try to cover my own. I left my wet clothes in front of the toilet and we both walked to my room.
“Let’s go to sleep,” I suggested, “it’s been a long night.”
Sarah yawned and nodded. “But what about the puddles we made?”
“It’s alright, we’ll clean them up in the morning”, I said. “I’m too tired right now...”
I handed over a pair of my knickers to Sarah, and I put a pair on myself too. My legs were still sticky from the dried urine, but I didn't care. I was exhausted, and I wanted to sleep.
I pulled the sheets and we both saw Hannah lying asleep, with nothing on her body except for the panties that she was wearing. Her big bare boobs were pointing at the empty side of the bed - the side where we would have to spend the night.
I sighed. Would this girl ever learn to cover herself up? “Who’s sleeping next to her?”, I whispered at Sarah, hoping that she would say yes so that I wouldn’t be in an uncomfortable position. The double bed wasn't so big and we would be lying very close to each other.
“It’s your bed”, she said, and reluctantly I crawled in the bed, next to Hannah. I hoped that this wouldn't create an awkward situation in the morning...
CHAPTER 6. WET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS
Next thing I know is that I woke up hours later, startled from a loud rumbling sound near my bed. Immediately I jumped up and opened my eyes, still tired as hell. My vision was blurred at first and I couldn’t see a thing in the dark room, so I asked silently: “What in Gods name is going on in here?” - not addressing my question to anyone in particular.
“Shhhhh... Sarah is asleep”, I heard a voice say at the window side of the bed, and I turned my head. I could clearly see Hannah in the moonlight - she was standing besides the bed and had one of my textbooks in her hand. Her other hand was holding her crotch, and she was rapidly tripping from one foot to another. I could hear the sound of her feet vigorously tapping on the floor as she grabbed a book from the floor and put it on my nightstand again. Her breasts were bouncing together with the rest of her body, and her nipples were fully erect.
“What are you doing?”, I asked surprised, not seeing things clearly because of the alcohol percentage in my body. I was still drunk, and apparently so was Hannah.
“I have to pee”, she whispered and then sheepishly she added “... dropped your books.”
“Is that it?”, I asked, relieved that nothing was wrong. Just a few of my books that had slipped off my nightstand and had fallen on the ground, no big deal. Hannah nodded and started to take the rest of the books, while dancing around in an even more intense way. She obviously had to pee extremely badly, but at that moment my mind was too hazy to realise that. So I closed my eyes again and mumbled something about going back to sleep.
I heard Hannah putting the books on the nightstand again and her feet still tapping on the floor. I also heard her curse, moan a lot, and her gasping for air. What was she doing? I turned my head again and saw her standing doubled over, with both of her hands jammed between her legs, her legs crossed and her ass moving back and forth. Then she bit her upper lip, loosened the grip on her crotch and grabbed another textbook. But even before she could lay it on top of the nightstand, she shivered, dropped the book and smashed her hands onto her crotch again.
I now realised what was going on, and obeyed to her: “For God’s sake, Hannah, do that in the morning, just go to the bathroom!”
Hannah smiled, as if she was thankful that I had said that, and she tiptoed to the end of the bed, in the direction of the bathroom. I closed my eyes again and tried to get back to sleep.
Minutes later I heard another sound in the room. This time, it was coming from the foot end of the bed. “Hannah?”, I asked, assuming that it was still her, since Sarah was besides me, sleeping like a baby. It was Hannah indeed, and she answered my call with a squeaking sound - like a little bird asking for help. “Hannah?”, I said again, a little more concerned this time. I sat up and stared at her. She was still in the same position as before, with her hands jammed between her legs, but now standing still on the floor - only her buttocks were shivering.
“I can’t find my bra”, she cried for help, and breathed loudly.
“You lost it at the party, remember?”, I reminded her. “Now go to the bathroom!”
“But I can’t find my bra!”, she desperately moaned, louder this time. She obviously wasn’t thinking straight anymore. She doubled over and started to look for the piece underwear in a pile of clothes, but aborted her mission and squeezed her crotch another time.
“Just go without the bra!”, I said - “But I can’t find it!”
I sighed; she wasn’t listening and in big trouble - I had to help her.
I turned on the lights so that I could get out of bed, and Sarah woke up as well.
“What’s happening?” she asked, still half asleep.
“Hannah has to go to the bathroom”, I said, and then looked at Hannah. She looked like a complete mess. Tears were running from her eyes and had ruined her make-up. Her entire body was shaking and her fingers were pulsating against her panties. She was doing my little trick to keep her pee hole shut - well, at least she had remembered something from last night. I could see the desperation and the pain that she was going trough in her eyes. Immediately I jumped out of bed, ran to the bedroom door, and opened it. “Come on Hannah, the toilet is right there!”
But she remained standing, frozen at the same spot, like she couldn't move anymore.
“Hannah!”, I tried once again, but she didn’t move her feet at all. I walked to her and grabbed her hand. “Come with me, I’ll go pee with you!”
Finally I got trough to her, it seemed, because she started shuffling towards the bedroom door with me. Her hot-pants were hanging around her ankles though, and after two seconds she stopped shuffling and doubled over again. I let go of her hand so that she could jam her fingers on her intimate parts again. “Come on Hannah, don’t stop!”, I sighed, but there wasn’t much I could do. I walked to the door, hoping that she would follow my lead. But instead, Hannah bended over and grabbed her hot-pants with one hand. She pulled the piece of fabric up her legs, but couldn’t get it past her knees, then removed the other hand from her crotch, and started pulling the hot-pants with both hands. Then she shivered again, less than a second after she had released the tight grip on her private parts. I immediately noticed the wet glistering spot on her orange knickers. I hoped it would be just a small leak, but the look in her eyes told me it was something else. She dropped her hot-pants, and now used her hands to cover her face. It was too late. The dark spot on her panties expanded, and soon pee was running down her legs. It looked like her bladder was literally exploding, because the stream shooting out from her body was massive - there was no stopping. She soaked her underwear, soaked the hot-pants which were around her ankles. Soon the two pieces of clothing were drenched, and now Hannah was making a huge puddle on the floor. She just stood there, ashamed, her face covered with her hands.
She peed on for another thirty seconds, and then removed her wet clothes. I gave her a new pair of my panties, she put them on, still sobbing. I hugged her to console her, told her it wasn’t a big deal, and that we would clean up the mess in the morning. Hannah stopped crying after a while, admitted that it had actually felt great, and we went back to sleep.
The next morning I woke up and a penetrating urine smell welcomed me. We had peed our pants last night, all three of us. It was a night I would always remember...
THE END |
In the small village of Konoha, many things are expected of the children, their children are strong, able minded and bodied and are focused. All people from this town are in the dominion of the Country of Fire….a land gripped in the heat of war. But in Konoha the war is very far away. Still their children are taught to become strong able-bodied ninja.
However focusing on every person in Konoha is not something for which this story is concerned. This story is concerned with the life of one such girl trained as a Shinobi in Konoha. Her name is Hinata…she is 16 years old and a very capable, if not fiercely shy, girl. Her family, the Hyuuga clan, is one of the oldest and proudest of ALL the families in Konoha, so old that it is thought when the Fire Country was first formed that only the Hyuuga clan existed in Konoha. Of course a lot of stress and regard are put on the children of Konoha, and the children of the Hyuuga family are definitely NO exception at all, in fact a lot of the children in the Hyuuga family are held to even higher standards then their peers. A lot of work is put into each Hyuuga child to make them excellent, intelligent, and strong. Weakness is frowned upon.
Worst of all for poor Hinata, she is the heiress to the clan, the successor to the entire Hyuuga name. Many other Hyuugas do not like very much, the idea of Hinata becoming leader of their section of Konoha one day. They see her shyness and overall insecurities as major faults in her person itself. Very little to say, she is often shunned from even her own family. Hinata however strives to make herself able and show her family and peers she can be strong. Hinata has another problem in store for her, looming on the horizon, and that is where our story begins…
Dawn rose over the cliffs that surround the east of Konoha; the sharp rock faces cast eerie shadows over all the buildings. No one is usually active much at this time. Even for a village that strives for excellence. Saturday morning slowly creeps up on Konoha and within an hour the sun has come over the cliffs and some people are finally rising from their beds. The streets don’t fill yet; only during major events would they fill, like the Summer Festival that would be taking place in a couple days.
An alarm clock goes off in a large bedroom of the Hyuuga Manor. A small round blue head of hair popped out of sheets and looked groggily at the clock. “I don’t wanna wake up,” A petite voice said, annoyed at the clock, as if it were a person.
Her extended hand turned off the clock and the girl almost resumed sleeping peacefully. However, it did not take long for a strange sensation to alert the slightly awake teenager. It was a damp cold feel, the girl sat up in her bed and looked around…it said 7 a.m. on her clock, and she realized what she had felt. Looking at her crotch area on the bed sheets was a large wet spot. The girl looked at it morosely and then got out of bed, and did not care to even change her wet clothing before she cleaned up her sheets.
Tears welled in the eyes of the blue haired girl as she put away her sodden bedding. “I…I can’t believe I wet the bed,” The girl began to cry a bit on her soft carpeted floor. She noticed a few minutes later that she was still in her wet clothing. The girl looked over at her dresser and stood up. A small, little trophy was there…the only thing she had ever won, and even though she was a little damp, that trophy always made her happy.
“1st Place Drawing Contest,” it said, “Awarded to Hinata Hyuuga”. Hinata pulled off her damp pajama bottom and panties and collected a new pair. She headed into the shower. She was hopeful to forget about the events that had just transpired.
As she left the steamy shower room and pulled up her canary yellow panties, she could smell the faint smell of urine, still. She set off the clean her mattress, and in a few minutes, it was smelling nice and fixed with new linens from her closet. Hinata could only smile at her good work. No one would know she wet her bed. She could tell her mother she spilt something on her sheets, and her mother would believe her. All and all, it might not be the worst day ever.
For the rest of the morning Hinata had almost totally forgotten about the incident. She liked to spend time out at a local teashop and restaurant, where she was rarely bothered, or noticed for that matter.
Hinata ordered tea as she usually did, and requested some small teacakes. Secretly from her table in the corner of the restaurant she spied Naruto walking into the restaurant and making quite a scene as he usually did. “Hey pops! Get me some ramen! I’m starving!”
Hinata blushed watching him. She had quite a crush on Naruto, she did not know why, maybe because he was everything she wanted to be, but was not. Hinata felt a small pinch in her lower stomach, she needed to pee, but the fear of being seen by Naruto made ever more apt to stay hidden, and out of sight. Naruto was joined today by his friends, their names: Sasuke; a shifty royal blue haired kid with an abnormal anti-sociality, and Sakura; a spunky, pink haired, overly enthusiastic girl who crushed on Sasuke in a quite open, and in some ways-annoying manner.
As they sat down Hinata shakily sipped on her tea a bit more slowly. That ‘rock in the bottom of your stomach’ feeling was slowly intensifying, watching Naruto. He began to look around, as he always did, because he had the patience of a squirrel, and his inquisitive watch met Hinata’s obsessive stare. He saw recognized her just as she quickly averted her eyes. “Watcha doin’ back there, Hinata, all lonely over in that dark corner? Come over here and sit with us!” Naruto lacked the tact to realize he was nearly screaming from the other side of the teashop.
“Don’t invite her over here; she’s odd,” Sasuke said quite rudely, but hush.
“You don’t get to say much about oddity Sasuke; well, I don’t care if Hinata sits here. She is obviously not going to bother anyone, Hinata is quiet and sweet, unlike Naruto,” Sakura said overtly precociously watching Naruto get rise from his seat.
“Fine then she sits here!” Naruto literally picked up Hinata, depositing her in the seat adjacent to him. He brought over her tea and set it up in front of her as it had been at her table. “Why are you all alone in that corner Hinata?” Naruto asked when he had finally seated himself again.
“No…no…no reason,” Hinata already knew she was blushing as she answered. She could not talk to Naruto; the one she adored to an obsession. She was pleading inside for her outer self to tell Naruto how she felt, but her shyness would not let her, and she ended up playing with her fingers as she usually did. Once more, she noticed that nagging persistence in her bladder, maybe she should have gone after all.
“Well you can sit here now. Naruto stated rather obviously, going back to slurping his noodles. “So, what are you doing at the Summer Festival next week?” Naruto asked questioningly, his mouth full of food. Did he want to take her? Hinata’s head danced with thoughts of going to the festival with Naruto. Quickly reacting and almost without thinking she threw out her answer.
“Nothing, nothing at all. I’m free that day. I was going to stay home and do nothing,” Hinata huffed and puffed a bit, she was getting cramped even in the open space. She was quickly losing the confidence to talk, see, and even breathe almost. Her eyes began to water, her vision blurred as panic filled her totally, as severely as she could feel the liquid in her bladder. Stress and fear had allowed her to notice the gaining pressure in her abdomen, and with a huge shaking lurch, she got up and bolted out of the restaurant. “I have to go Naruto; I will talk to you later!” She shouted as she fled running as if she had been scalded.
She found herself all the way home and into the empty garden before she stopped running and took a deep soothing breath. Her entire body was tense still, and flustered, she felt as if her entire body was blush with embarrassment. Warmth was flooding her entire being the minute she had relaxed. She felt ever more so relaxed as she let go of her worry. Around Hinata, droplets of wetness had fallen to the ground; as her gaze met her pants, she became distraught. She had wet herself! She didn’t even realize it until it was happening, she had forgotten about the pain in her bladder it had seemingly disappeared and she had not even noticed her own body letting go.
Hinata had almost broken down right there in the garden, but she was able to make it to her room, and changed before she erupted into tears. “Why did that happen?!” Hinata beat her fists against her pillow softly and cried miserably. “I am going to go to sleep and pretend this is all a dream. I’m just stressed, so very stressed. I got nervous, that was why I wet myself,” The poor child put her head against her pillow and closed her eyes trying to close off the well of tears.
Hinata was right, it had been her nervousness, however she did not also realize that her body was still growing and not all things were keeping in pace. Hinata feel asleep despondently. She was dry though…she hoped that at least she would wake that way. She could not stand her little imperfections, and wanted for the world to wake up, without them.
Hinata did not stir until the sun had nearly set that evening. At about eight Hinata did get up and looked about her room. In her near asleep state, she started remembering the events of that midmorning. She remembered waking up to a wet bed, and then narrowly escaping wetting herself in front of Naruto by running away. Hinata’s hands moved slowly and warily to her crotch area and felt nothing but dry Lycra. She sighed deeply and smiled to herself. “Dry,” she thought. Only long enough to realize she did have to pee. She hurried to the bathroom door and went inside; she closed it behind her emerging a few moments later relieved.
Hinata thought she would go see the sun set that night; it had been a long time since she had done that. It would help calm her and definitely serve her nerves a great deal. As she walked out her door and slid it shut, she felt a warm and sweet smelling summer breeze pass through her hair. The smell of the trees and flowers of the garden was amazingly pacifying. It was gentle and it caressed her face as her mother often did when she was little, and still sometimes did, when Hinata was upset.
Hinata found herself within the park in a short time and looking towards the west and the failing sunlight as it hide beneath the horizon she felt compelled to lie in the grass. With a small heave, she fell to the ground and giggled as the cool ground contrasted to the warmth of her body. “Mmm, so comfy,” Hinata cooed. She smiled deeply as she usually didn’t; she opened her pale lavender eyes and watched a few birds pass overhead.
She felt her body tense and then relax; she was afraid she might of peed herself but felt no warmth after the tension had past. She was thankful. “I am becoming so much more jumpy then I usually am. Maybe it is the fact that I have wet my bed three weeks, every single night. Its becoming a problem, but its not that bad I guess. Nevertheless today after seeing Naruto is very unsettling. I have not had an accident since I was four. When Neji jumped out of that corner and scared me,”
Hinata giggled remembering her cousin bounding from around the corner at her house and she totally wetting herself from sheer fright. She remembered that her mother had laughed quite visibly too, when she washed her that night.
However, Hinata knew her mom would not be so jovial about her recent streak of bedwetting. “I’m a good girl,” She said reassuring herself.” I am just going through a phase. Like a lot of girls must do. Soon I’ll just stop wetting the bed at night and no one will know it ever happened,”
Hinata nodded, she would not let her mother know she was wetting the bed, no matter what. Even if it meant making sure her sheets were cleaned every morning for the next five years. Hinata was getting sleepy again; she did not even notice that she had begun to nod off until she had fallen asleep. She began to snore loudly and happily as the night had fallen in earnest. Shadows covered the forest and shrouded the park in a veil of black punctuated only by the moonlight above. A blond shadow shifted out of the bush and almost tripped over Hinata.
“Sakura-chan really hit me HARD,” Naruto nursed a lump on his head tenderly. All I did was use my kage bunshin to boost myself to her room. I did not know she was changing! She should shower at a reasonable time, like two in the morning as I do! Huh what’s this snoring thing on the floor?” Naruto knelt down and examined Hinata quite ignorantly before knowing it was her. “What is Hinata doing here at night, its dangerous. A kunoichi like her should know its not safe to sleep in the grass at night!”
Naruto shook Hinata quite hastily and without subtlety. He had such a gentle way of handling things it seemed. Hinata’s eyes shot open and saw Naruto looking right at her, his face inches from hers, his warm breath breathing down on her lips. Eyes shaking inside her skull, the world around her liquidating and pouring through her Hinata yelped, threw her head up, and smashed it right into Naruto’s. He had been wearing his forehead protector, but she had hers were it always had been, around her neck, exposing her forehead. She fell backwards unconscious and Naruto flew backwards in fright.
“HINATA-CHAN??!!!” Naruto’s eyes went wide and his pupils shrunk to the size of pinheads. His initial fright faded and he knew Hinata should be brought home seeing, as she was not going to wake up now. “I should get her home, she seems fine, but she has a cut on her forehead. We should wrap that,” Naruto intricately removed Hinata’s headband from her throat and tied it softly yet taut around her forehead covering the slightly bleeding laceration. “Poor Hinata, she will probably be all mad at me for startling her,”
Picking the soft girl from the grass and taking her towards the path to the park Naruto started off for the Hyuuga quarter of Konoha. He passed through the streets feeling the soft load on his back and her warmth pressing into him. Her soft breasts were right against his back and as he continued to tote her; the feeling of them bouncing softly made Naruto a little happy. When he had made it to the Hyuuga quarter, he looked in awe at the mansions that lined the street. “Hinata lives HERE?!” He thought finding the sign that bore the insignia of the Head family above the most stately mansion in Konoha.
Naruto walked silently into the residence hoping to avoid anyone seeing him carrying Hinata into her own house, or maybe the reversal of that action. He did not want anything bad to happen to himself, while helping Hinata. A problem arose when Naruto did not know where Hinata’s room was I the giant mansion. He looked through the soft paper of the doors trying to perceive shadows behind them and after two times of walking into a sitting room or unoccupied storage area he found a more modern looking room with pink slippers sitting in front of a bed adorned with konoha symbols against a green cloth.
He was sure of this room’s ownership when he spied the trophy that he had seen Hinata win, remembering losing that contest to Hinata, well losing to everyone actually, but who’s counting?
Naruto tiptoed to Hinata’s bed and laid her down covering her with the blanket, tucking her in softly. He knew it would not be wise to leave a wounded girl unattended so Naruto sat in the corner of Hinata’s room against the wall looking as she softly heaved and sighed in her unconscious state. He wanted to make sure she would make it through the night okay, so he was resolute in staying awake the entire night. It only being around nine Naruto realized he had quite a bit of staying up to do.
Hours past, Naruto nodded to sleep a small bit but snapped his head back so violently it hit the wall. He grimaced angrily and rubbed the back of his head tenderly. Looking around he hoped the sound had not been loud enough to rouse any occupants in the manor.
Hinata was slowly and softly inhaling, and exhaling peaceably. It was almost tiring listening to her sleep so soundly. Naruto stood up and walked over to Hinata. She shivered a bit in her sleep and snuggled up in her blanket. Naruto removed her headband and looked at the wound on her forehead. It was a small cut, and there was no bleeding.
“I guess she’s okay. I might as well go to sleep. I’ll check up on her before I leave in the morning.” Naruto told himself before returning to the corner and sitting down. Within moments, he was asleep and snoring obnoxiously.
About another 7 hours crept on by and the sun began to once more peek slightly over the clouds in the east. It was summing up to be a bit of a dreary day. Small dark rain clouds dotted the sky.
Inside the Hyuuga manor, Hinata began to stir. With a fright, she woke and looked straight ahead surprised. She remembered only seeing Naruto in the woods and then nothing. As the fright left her, despondence took hold, warmth pooled around her bottom and crotch. She was peeing! Hinata looked sadly at the wetness as her body stopped evacuating. “Darn it.” She said softly, keeping from crying. It was at the moment she looked away from the wet spot she heard it.
The monster like snoring of the blond haired boy in her corner alerted her. Eyes widening, she turned blood red. “Naruto…is…here? Oh no, he must have brought me home, wet if I wet myself then?! No, I’m still in the same clothes as last night. Oh dear. I hope he will not see me like this. I know! I’ll take a shower and get changed really quickly, and then I’ll come out and wake him. He’ll never know.” Hinata reassured herself as she folded down the covers and put her feet to the floor.
Naruto shuffled a little as Hinata scurried off to the shower with her clothes in hand. In the warm water spray, Hinata washed her delicate body. Her mind stood on being quick. She was trying to make sure she would be out before Naruto woke up. Hinata begun to wash her hair. She was thinking. “I have to stop this, all of this wetting, the bed, when I’m awake. All of it. How?” She continued to think as she shut the water and got dressed.
Opening the door towel still over her wet head Hinata walked to the center of her room and removed the towel. “Hey Hinata! You’re done!” Naruto was standing there, his sleeves rolled up. A washcloth was in his hand, and Hinata’s bed was made.
“What…Naruto?!” Hinata felt dazed, not only was her adoration standing there, he had cleaned her soiled linens. She felt her lungs tighten and her muscles tense like as if they were subjected to electricity.
“Your sheets were a little damp Hinata. I guess you weren’t able to wake up since you wanged your head last night.” Its okay, it was my fault. So I cleaned it up!” Naruto smiled as if he had done nothing. Somehow, Hinata was comforted, she had a viable excuse, and Naruto did not know that she had just accidentally wet herself in bed.
“Thank you so much Naruto!” Hinata beamed.
“It was no problem. Sakura used to wet her sleeping bag during missions. I know how to clean stuff like that, its easy,” Naruto so easily blabbed.
“Sakura wet her sleeping bag?” Hinata smiled a little bit on the inside, she giggled somewhat inaudibly.
“Yeah, well, I should get going. Just make sure you take care of your forehead Hinata,” Naruto walked past her and rubbed the small cut softly. Hinata burnt crimson and almost fainted.
When Naruto was gone, Hinata sat on the dry edge of her bed and contemplated her predicament. “I must solve this, this problem of mine. Even if I can’t talk that well to Naruto, the least I can do is find a way to not wet myself at the mere sight of him.”
“Sakura used to wet her sleeping bag….” Naruto repeated in Hinata’s mind. Her eyes alerted and she smiled a bit. Sakura might know what to do! Hinata decided she would find Sakura and ask her the very day.
Pulling on her blue shoes and getting her small backpack in case she would need to take anything Sakura could give her; she combed her hair and winked at herself in the mirror. “We can do this, Hinata! Let’s go solve this problem!”
Hinata wandered around the inner village. She was taking her time and walking about, hoping she would bump into Sakura rather then awkwardly going to her home, or where she liked to study. She past Ichiraku Ramen and the drugstore, with no sign of Sakura, she continued on.
She turned around every so often in her pseudo-sneaky sort of way and looked around. She could not find hide nor hair or the pink haired girl. At the point she was ready to head for the library, an often haunt of Sakura’s, she heard a loud, very obnoxious laugh.
“Ino! You pig-face! That outfit is ridiculous!” Sakura exclaimed, putting down, what seemed to be, a very beautiful kimono that Ino was modeling.
“It is not, wide head!” Ino retorted swirling around in the purple floral kimono.
“I’ll wait for her to finish her conversation,” Hinata thought until Ino spotted her.
“Hey Hinata! What do you think of my kimono?” Ino dragged Sakura towards Hinata. She arrived and plopped her best friend down beside her; the two looked intently at Hinata for her answer. She thought about what she really felt.
“Its pretty, Ino. I like it,” Hinata mumbled shyly. Ino seemed satisfied. She let go of the vice like grip on Sakura’s shoulder and turned around.
“Well Hinata, Wide-head, I need to go get changed and work the register at the shop. You two take care!” Ino sashayed back into the store and disappeared.
“Don’t let it get to you Hinata,” Sakura said rubbing her shoulder. Hinata was very tense from the surprise interrogation. “Now why were you hiding over here? I saw you come over and stop when I was talking to pig-face.” Sakura smiled invitingly.
“Ummm, ummm, can I talk to you in private Sakura? Its kinda personal.” Hinata’s voice was very low and shy. She wasn’t exactly best friends with Sakura or anything.
“Let’s go back to my house and have tea,” Sakura suggested. Hinata nodded and Sakura began to walk in the direction of her home. The entirety of their walk time Hinata wondered how to ask her question in a formal, polite manner. When she had thought of a suitable method, they were already arriving at the Haruno residence.
“Mom, I’m home!” Sakura exclaimed walking through the door. There was no response. “Mom must be out, well anyway, come up to my room, I’ll get the tea started. It’s the only room upstairs, I doubt you will get lost,” Sakura pointed up a flight of steps and Hinata slowly stepped up them as she heard Sakura go about preparing tea.
Sakura’s room was small in comparison to Hinata’s own room, but something about all the things in it made Hinata envious. There were all sorts of little medals and awards for academic excellence. Hinata looked at a picture of Sakura’s ninja cell sitting on her windowsill. Naruto had his usual grin, Sasuke his trademark grimace, and between them stood Sakura beaming brightly. Kakashi-sensei stood above the three smiling, or frowning, Hinata could not really tell.
“I know its small compared to what you must have at your manor, but its got coziness,” Sakura said walking in the door with a platter of tea and cups. She set them on the small table in the center of her room and knelt down. “Have some tea, Hinata,”
Hinata sat down and accepted the cup of tea. Her slight anxiety of asking was lifting slightly. She felt she had a bit of commonality with Sakura. “So, um, Sakura? Can I ask you my question now?”
Sakura nodded. “Go ahead, I’m listening,”
“Well you see last night I went out for a walk….” Hinata went over the entire story piece by piece until she reached the end. “…then Naruto said that during missions you used to wet your sleeping bag, and I thought if he said “used to” I thought maybe you had figured out….some kind of solution to this sort of problem.” Hinata huffed and puffed a bit. That took more to say then she thought. Sakura looked over Hinata, figuring her answer.
“Well, yes, I guess you can say I did figure out a solution,” Though Sakura’s smile had not faded she wasn’t looking Hinata in the face, she was looking down at her knees. “I discovered something, from working in the hospital with Hokage Tsunade-sama.” Sakura seemed hesitating. She seemed to punch herself from the inside and looked back up at Hinata. “One second, I’ll find it for you,”
Sakura got to her feet, went into her small closet, kneeling down, took a few pieces of older looking clothes, and set them aside. She rustled through a few more things before returning with an object she was holding behind her back. “Please don’t find this insulting, I mean, I used them for a while, they work very well,” Sakura moved the object into view.
“Its that simple?” Hinata asked looking over the plastic-like white object in Sakura’s hand. Sakura did as Hinata usually did and turned beet red.
“You mean you’re not embarrassed or think its funny?” Sakura asked. “I thought a 15 year old girl wearing…these, was a bit sad,” Sakura put the object on the table. “You can have this one, I stopped wetting the bed a couple weeks ago, and so for now I don’t need more. Are you sure you don’t think its funny?”
“Of course not, you’re an able and strong ninja no matter what,” Hinata reassured Sakura, who had knelt back down and started to sip her tea.
“Tell no one, I wore diapers, Hinata” Sakura said rigidly. She looked up almost evilly. Hinata became tense for a moment and then smiled.
“I’m not going to tell anyone, it will be our little secret,” Hinata unfolded the diaper and held it in her hands; she looked it over quizzically and then put it back on the table. She looked to Sakura. “Umm, but I dunno, how to get this on…” Hinata was a little embarrassed.
Sakura stood up and took the white diaper in her hand. She motioned to her bed and sat on it. Hinata took a moment, but she stood up and walked over to the bed. “Lie down,” Sakura instructed firmly, but oddly reassuringly. “Now, I’ll try to be very gentle Hinata. I know the first time can be the most embarrassing,” Sakura was gently tugging at the edges of Hinata’s pants pulling them down to about her knees. “The jacket might get in the way; please unzip it if you don’t mind,”
Hinata moved her hand to the zipper and undid her jacket; she let the two halves fall to either side of her and returned her hands to their position on her chest.
“That’ll make this a bit easier,” Sakura cooed, eyeing Hinata’s striped panties. “I have a pair just like these,” Hinata could tell Sakura was trying to keep her calm and reassured through the entire process. A small blush came over Hinata as she felt the cool air against her exposed regions. Sakura reached to Hinata’s ankles and lifted them, elevating Hinata’s entire hind region.
“Now, all you do is position it nice and straight under your bottom, make sure its about here,” Sakura said poking softly a bit of creamy pale skin about two inches above Hinata’s backside.” Now, then all you do is lie back down and make sure its positioned right,” Sakura eased Hinata’s body down on the soft cloth-like feeling diaper.
Sakura smiled, as Hinata looked a bit relieved to not be in such a vulnerable position. “Almost done now, all you do is bring the front end up over yourself, about navel high, or a little lower if its not bothersome. Holding it there with one hand, from the bottom up alternate taping the tapes,” Sakura methodically said the positional names of the tapes as she did them snugly. “Bottom right, bottom left, middle right, middle left, top right, top left, All done!” Sakura looked over her work, prideful.
Hinata sat up and felt the soft, almost hugging fabric around her. She blushed a bit; it was a very different feel then her normal underwear. Sakura was working on something at Hinata’s thighs as Hinata’s hands felt the front of the diaper, stroking the soft plastic cover with one hand. “This isn’t so bad,” she thought.
Sakura handed Hinata what looked like a folded napkin at first. She then recognized her expertly folded panties. “They’ll only bunch up and make the diaper uncomfortable,” Sakura said helping Hinata to her feet and replacing her black pants to her waist. “Wow, its almost unnoticeable, with the coat on, I doubt anyone, but an expert would know you had them on!”
Hinata nodded zipping the front of her jacket up, hiding the soft cloud, hugging her around the midsection, from view. “Thank you so much Sakura!” Hinata sprung rather impulsively and hugged Sakura tightly. “This will definitely help me stop, so I can finally ask Naruto….” Her shyness hit her just before she divulged on of her biggest secrets. “I mean, I meant, I….I….”
“Don’t worry,” Sakura said; rubbing Hinata’s back as they still embraced. “I’ve noticed your near idolization of that dummy Naruto. Don’t worry, I never told anyone.” Sakura let go and looked over Hinata's person one more time. “All set, now all you need to do is buy some more, and if this works, you’ll have no problem controlling those pesky stress evacuations! The drugstore next to the Ramen stand is where I picked these up. They’re probably the best brand in Konoha,” Sakura nodded thinking to herself.
Hinata noted what Sakura said and nodded politely before bowing. “Thank you, again. I need to go, thank you for your help, and for the tea,” Hinata bowed again before walking down the stairs of Sakura’s house and exiting into the warm mid-summer air.
Hinata fumbled through her backpack as she stood outside the entrance to her house. She had walked home quite slowly and guardedly back to her house; she did so even more furtively to her room. Once sitting upon her bed, she opened her purse and counted the money inside. “Much more then enough, most likely,” Hinata figured. She still was not over the comfort and simplicity of the slightly bulky padding around her bottom.
“Maybe things are coming up Hinata after all!” she thought jubilantly.
Hinata felt a small pinch in her bladder. She had to go to the bathroom. She blushed a little bit at the idea of purposely using the diaper to relieve herself. However, she figured that’s what it was there for and not using it would just be a waste of Sakura’s gracious gift.
It was more of challenge to pee with the tight soft material against her then Hinata had originally thought, after about two or three minutes of trying. Hinata sat down and sighed. No sooner had she relaxed did her bladder release and warmth flooded her front.
“Oh no!” Hinata looked at her crotch fearfully but it dawned on her that not only had the wetting ceased but also the feeling of being damp was nil. “These are really good,” Hinata remarked pulling open the front of her pants and carefully prodding the material. Without contemplation, she let her pants go and smiled happily. “Dry,” was all she thought.
She made sure everything was in order and stood up. “If I go now, the drugstore should be empty, its mid afternoon on a weekday, no one’s gonna be there.” Hinata said to herself as she walked out of her room and slid the door closed.
The streets in town were empty as she leisurely walked towards the ramen stand, on the look out for any blond haired, blue-eyed ninjas slurping noodles. Naruto was not there, thankfully. Therefore, Hinata continued on past the stand and to the drugstore not even a block away.
She stood at the door for a moment cautiously and peered inside the wood furnished store. Magazines stood in racks at the near side of the store, and the register at the far. There were long white shelves, about five, filling the inside of the store and separating it into aisles. Taking one more look around Hinata stepped into the store and walked down the first aisle. She noted this was not the aisle that would have what she was looking for but she stopped and browsed anyway.
Hinata’s eye was caught by a manga and she picked it up. Pretty Kunoichi Michiru, Hinata’s favorite comic. She busily flipped through the book, looking at the pictures of the girl ninja. She giggled when she saw a page of Michiru standing over her bed mat with a small storm cloud above her head. There was a small yellow spot on the mattress. Hinata giggled again. “You and me both Pretty Kunoichi Michiru,” Hinata told the drawn ninja girl. She replaced the manga and went back to walking down the aisle.
Reaching the next, she quickly disregarded it; there was no need to go down it. It was all medicines and soldier pills, nothing she needed. The third was some home stuff, toilet paper, air freshener, and other toiletries. The back wall was empty except for a freezer section of indiscriminant drinks on the far end of the store. The fourth aisle had some female products on one side, and baby products on the other. She thought this would probably be the aisle.
Looking up and down the rows, she found a package, which had its blue back turned to the customer. On it bared the same brand and type of “adjustable brief” she was at the moment wearing. She looked over the package. There indicated a size measurement printed in one letter: S, M, or L on the front of the brief. Blushing deeply Hinata looked down at her legs. With one stealthy glance to her surroundings, she pulled at the elastic waistline of her pants and peered down into them. Written on the diaper was a small letter “M” in bright blue.
“Medium,” Hinata said to herself looking at the package she was holding. “18 Size Medium Briefs for Girls/Boys 15+” read the pack. She nodded at the pack and lifted it by the light blue, translucent plastic handle. Walking over towards the front of the store, she noted a familiar tuft of hair behind the register, kneeling down, snoring. The hair was in fact, Shikamaru.
“This is Shikamaru’s family’s drugstore?!” Hinata hit herself on the inside for not remembering the sign on the outside reading “Nara Pharmacy.” “I’m not brave enough to buy these with someone I know selling them to me, Shikamaru’s mother, father, anyone but one of my former classmates himself!” Her heart sunk so much work for nothing. “No… not this time. Not when I am so close to helping myself for one of the first times!” Hinata screamed inside so loudly it came out as almost an audible yelp.
Fighting with all her courage, she reached the counter and put down the package of diapers. She looked to the side of the register and spied the counter bell. Like trying to lift solid lead, Hinata raised her hand that had just released the package. It was as if explosion of stress were keeping the hand from rising. As much as she battled, the hand would not strike the service bell. “Do this Hinata!” She screamed inside, charging her hand forward and slamming the bell.
The almost caustic ring echoed through the store, and the palm tree like shoot of hair swiveled a bit. Shikamaru arose with his eyes groggily half-open. “How troublesome,” he remarked, incoherently ringing up and bagging the package. “11.50 is your total,” He yawned, his eyes still sleep ridden and unseeing.
With quick hand and even quicker step, Hinata paid and grabbed the bag, darting from the open door before Shikamaru had even taken a step back to resume his nap. He’d not even seen it was her.
Hinata ran, in some places jumping to quicken her escape home. With a few more bounds, she landed on the roof of her home. Slinking in she made it to her room, and put the package under her bed. Hinata stopped and rested. She felt wet all around her bottom. “Well good thing Sakura gave me this one….” Hinata though knowing now the diaper had to be in need of changing.
Hinata slowly slid her door shut and took off her jacket. She took off her headband and set it on her dresser. Sweat from her run home beaded on her forehead. She swiped it with her hand and decided a shower would be refreshing. Removing her Shinobi shoes, she set them at the door. Sighing softly she removed her pants and set them on the bed.
Once more Hinata went into the bathroom and ran the water. She removed the wet diaper and set it in her bathroom trash under a mound of toilet paper and a torn magazine. In a few moments, Hinata emerged from the water and shut it off. Droplets clung to her refreshed body as she dried her entire person gently. Wrapping herself, she entered her room.
“Now time to see how much I learned from Sakura,” Hinata said letting the towel fall to the ground, then collecting her mesh undershirt and putting it over her bare bosom. She carefully sat bare bottomed on her bed and laid back. Turning to her side, she ripped open the package and removed a crisp folded diaper. As she unfolded it, Hinata felt oddly happy. This was kind of new and fun to her. She had enjoyed the first one, maybe this was worth almost being caught by Shikamaru. Maybe…
As Hinata lifted her back to slip the fluffy undergarment underneath herself, she thought she heard something, but she chalked it up to the crinkling plastic and continued. Moments later Hinata taped up the top tape and smiled at her work.
“All done!” She said mimicking Sakura’s exclamation. She stood and did a small twirl, and as she did the door to her room slid open and a slender, taller, older version of Hinata stepped in. She wore a dark navy pair of satin slacks that ended at her ankle and led into her informal tatami sandals. Her top was a brief webbed midriff; it hung loose over a black silk bra. Around the waste of the figure, an older konoha headband glinted in the half-light. Her almost jet black azure hair cascaded like a waterfall to her mid back. Hyuuga eyes stared intently forward. It was a familiar figure. It was Hyuuga Inase…. Hinata’s mother.
Hinata’s twirl ended when her eyes locked onto her mother’s half-quizzical, half-surprised visage. “MOMMY?!” Hinata blurted. Inase put her hand on her hip, the other on the doorway arch and smiled a bit, looking over her daughter.
“I was right! You have been wetting the bed!” Inase said wryly. She stood now with both hands on her hips and had a bit of disappointment, yet still humor in her face. “Why didn’t you tell mommy, Hinata?” Inase looked at her daughter semi-sternly. Her daughter was speechless, standing there mouth agape, utterly embarrassed and frightened. “Did you think I would be mad at you? For something simple as wetting yourself a couple of times? Something even I went through at your age?” Inase became a little more disappointed.
“I’m really, really sorry, momma,” Hinata said almost too quiet to be heard. “I thought you’d be mad at me, disappointed with me,” Hinata had tears in her eyes, she knelt on her floor, in nothing but her shirt and diaper, crying softly into her own clenched hands.
“Hinata, Hinata!” Inase consoled emphatically. “I know what this is like, I had the same problem, and from the look of it, the same solution as you did!” She held her daughters hands down and looked at the bleary-eyed teen.
“So you’re not mad?” Hinata asked, hoping to escape any punishment for hiding her problem.
“I’m not angry and not disappointed as I should be. However, I asked you two weeks ago if anything was wrong, and it seems you blatantly lied to me, young lady. You hid something so childish from me, that we could have easily fixed then as you have now,” Inase’s voice was still loving but turning into that foreboding coldness that foreshadowed punishment. “Your lying was very immature Hinata. I think you should be punished as your immaturity appropriately dictates,” Hinata’s mother took her daughter’s hand gently yet tightly and walked to the bed. She sat down and looked at her daughter.
Hinata looked down at her mother sitting on the bed. She blushed at what she knew her punishment was going to be. “If you’re going to lie like that time you were two...” Inase said, referring to the time Hinata broke the vase in the hall and told her mom it was Neji, “…then you are going to receive he same punishment, dear.” Hinata’s face blushed even more.
Without resisting, she politely apologized: “I am very sorry, mommy, I accept my punishment.” Hinata’s mother eased her daughter onto her lap and then made sure she was nice and comfy. Hinata could not help but feeling warm, and nostalgic, being on her mother’s lap for the first time in fourteen years.
Her mother’s hand rubbed the soft plastic of the diaper and gauged its thickness. “Now, mommy is a bit forgetful, how many did you get back then?” Inase asked looking down at the back of her daughter’s head.
“Ten, mommy,” Hinata said honestly, remembering the embarrassing spanking she had received that day fourteen years prior. Her mother nodded, and raised her hand. Hinata barely felt the first smack, as it harmlessly resounded from the padded surface of the diaper. The second was a little harder, and the third a bit more. They still didn’t hurt. Hinata’s mother, fully aware, continued on with the fourth, fifth, and sixth spanks, a small smile on her face.
Hinata was trying hard not to giggle at her mother’s obviously satirical punishment. Inase too was choking back laughter as she finished the last four spanks and set her daughter next to her. “There my darling. All paid up,” Inase kissed her daughter on the forehead delicately, before rising and looking over her child. She held her hand out, helped her daughter to her feet, and then watched her put on her pants as Hinata had planned to nearly fifteen minutes earlier.
“Hinata dear, remember, tomorrow you need to come with me to the tailor, we need to get you fitted for your festival yukata.” Inase said turning back and taking one more look at her smiling child.
“I love you mommy,” Hinata said vibrantly.
“You’re my little princess, Hinata,” Inase said closing the door to Hinata’s room.
Happy and reassured Hinata thought over her plan for the festival. Her wetting was under control; her mother was not disappointed with her. With these meager challenges out of the way, only one thing remained: gathering the courage to ask Naruto to accompany her to the festival
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Wow, it has been a long time since I've posted any stories here. Well, this is one I've had for a couple weeks now, I've been meaning to post it for a while.
Some back story: This uses both a setting and characters from a story that I've been thinking of writing which involves magic and mystical creatures existing in the modern world, the characters in this are part of an organization that tries to protect the balance between magic and non-magic creatures, so they send out patrols throughout the day to ensure there are no magical creatures causing trouble. Allison and her group currently have the late night watch, which goes from around midnight to about sunrise (which would be around 4:30 where this takes place, or a little later). They, as trainees, have to meet their teacher for a lesson an hour before their shift begins (11:00 pm).
Allison is a member of the Celestial Bloodline, she is still completely human, it just means she has access to a special brand of magic, as well as sharing some unique, yet subtle, physical traits.
Allison is currently 17 years old, as of the time of the story. She has light blonde hair and silvery eyes. Her skin is simply radiant, to the point one might say it glows in the light. She is average height and weight, but her looks could be described as far from that. It is the consensus among many at her school, and two of the boys in her group, that she is quite beautiful.
Anyway, enough of the boring details, on to the story:
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"Oh no, no, no, no!" Allison shouted as she quickly got dressed in her comfortable, form-fitting, blue jeans, white t-shirt and black jacket. She had forgotten to set her alarm when she got back from school today, she barely had any time to get halfway across town to meet her group and their teacher.
Allison slipped on her shoes and ran down the stairs, stopping on her way out the door to grab a bottle of pop from the fridge so she could keep herself hydrated during her shift. She then sprinted out the door through the nearly empty city streets.
Allison ran through the streets of old town, looking around to make sure no one was watching her. As usual, there was no one to be seen, good.
Allison entered the seemingly-abandoned warehouse that served as their meeting place. She ran in, panting heavily as she met the group. Jay and Rick greeted her as they always would, Jake just shot her and angry look for being late, even though she was actually right on time, he took his work all too seriously. Their teacher just looked the group over and addressed them as he always would.
Allison opened her bottle of pop and began drinking from it causally as their teacher prattled on, though she continued to pay attention, he could always tell when she wasn't.
When she put the cap back on the bottle, she realized she had drank nearly half of it, then again, she just ran halfway across town, it was understandable that she would be thirsty.
As the lesson continued, Allison realized something she hadn't noticed before she made her mad dash to this place. She always took a nap after school so she would be ready to stay out almost all night, she then had a routine when she woke up. Today, since she forgot to set her alarm, she had to skip a lot of that routine. Usually, before leaving her house, Allison would use the bathroom, but that was just one of the things she happened to skip.
In short, Allison realized that she needed to pee quite badly.
Still, the teacher hated when people interrupted him, and he was not the type to let people leave for absolutely any reason during one of his lectures.
So, Allison listened as he went on about vigilance and how you should avoid distractions, Allison got most of it, but she was too distracted with her ever-filling bladder to pay full attention.
After a while longer, the teacher stopped, asked if everyone had gotten his point, to which everyone responded with affirmation, even though Allison hadn't gotten all of it, but she figured she would be fine, she noticed Jay would often drift off during a lesson, but he always seemed to do just fine, so one lesson shouldn't hurt Allison too much.
After that, the teacher looked them over and said, "Alright, then, off to patrol with you."
As the rest turned to walk out the door, Allison turned to them, asking, "Hey, guys, could you just wait a minute, I need to-"
She was cut off by a hard stare from Jake, "No, we can't." He said, "The previous watch will arrive in about a minute, we can't leave the streets unprotected for even an instant!" He shouted.
"It really won't take long," Allison said, "I just need to-"
"No!" Jake shouted, "The more you argue, the more you waste time! Now, let's get going!"
Allison looked around, everyone else was just casually observing the conversation, it seemed no one was going to take her side on this one.
Allison just sighed and joined the rest as they left the building to start their shift on watch.
"Alright," Allison said to herself after she had taken off on her own route and the rest of the group was out of sight, "Just a few more hours and I'll be able to go." She said, not even fooling herself. It was a four-hour shift, she didn't have trouble holding it in for just that, but any more added to that, well, she wasn't sure if that was possible.
Allison found it hard to not think about her need to use the bathroom, as this night was pretty boring. She just walked through the mostly-empty streets, casually sipping her pop every once in a while. Tonight, she actually hoped for a monster attack, more than just in a thrill-seeking kind of way, she wanted some kind of distraction.
As it stood, Allison continued her route rather uncomfortably. It wasn't that bad yet, but the lack of distractions made things much worse. Whenever there was no one else around that she could see, Allison would press one hand between her legs to make it more bearable.
It was nearly an hour into her watch, Allison had less than a fourth of the bottle left and she was feeling it! Allison was walking around slightly bent over, still throwing a hand between her legs so long as she couldn't see anyone around her.
'I don't think I can hold it for three more hours!' Allison thought, urgently. But what could she do, just pee in the streets? Actually, she did notice some places that would provide adequate cover, and there weren't a lot of people or magical creatures roaming the streets at this hour. Still, she couldn't just leave her route, anything could happen at any moment...What could she do?
As she looked ahead at the path, Allison remembered something, every so often, the paths of the different people on watch crossed so they could check in on each other in case something were to happen to one of them. This was scheduled so that, at an average pace, each path would meet another once every hour. Allison could just ask the person to stand and keep watch while she relieved herself, most of the rest of the group would probably be on board with that, though she would be loath to tell Jay she had to go, he might just watch her...
Fortunately, Jay was not the first person her path intersected, unfortunately, it was Jake the dragon, that kid did not like deviating from the plan for any reason, even one as urgent as this.
Still, it was worth a shot. Their paths met next to a grassy patch with lots of plant life growing, including some trees and shrubbery. While Allison detested the idea of simply exposing herself to go outside like that, this area would provide plenty of cover.
As the two met, they exchanged the usual information, "Nothing big enough to report on my end," Jake said, not even looking at Allison, "Anything unusual on your part?"
"No." Allison responded, "All clear." Jake was about to take off toward the rooftops like he always did, but Allison stopped him, "Wait!" She shouted, "Can you stay here and keep watch for a little bit while I...um..." She hesitated, trying to find a way to say this, "Use the bathroom?" She asked.
"No." Jake said, pretty bluntly. He then again started to take off.
"What?" Allison shouted back, "Come on, please, I really need to go!"
"You know what teacher said," Jake responded, "We must remain vigilant, we can't deviate from the path. You'll just have to hold it." Jake said with sincere disinterest. He then took off before Allison could say anything else.
"You've gotta be kidding me." Allison mumbled to herself. She bit her lip and stomped her foot as she saw the dark figure of Jake fade into the dark. She looked at the bushes, but again, what could she do? She couldn't just leave her route, so she just continued on her route, desperately trying to hold on. She couldn't believe that kid. Then again, Jake was a dragon, they probably didn't need to worry about needed to use the bathroom too often, did they? Well, that was neither what Allison needed or wanted to be thinking about at this moment.
It wasn't much longer before the hand between the legs was more than optional assistance, it was necessary for Allison to hold on, she didn't care who saw her!
She also slowed down on her consumption of pop, only taking occasional sips, and even then, actually drinking very little.
This didn't seem to slow her mounting desperation one bit, however, as Allison continued to feel worse and worse. She soon had to walk in awkward baby steps so she could keep her thighs pressed together.
After only a few minutes of this, there was a spasm of pain through Allison's body, she had to stop walking, using all her strength to stop from wetting herself. Still, a few spurts managed to come out, producing a small wet spot in her panties. Allison frantically looked around, this was bad, she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it in!
Allison noticed no one was around, and there was an alleyway just ahead, fortunately part of her path. 'Forget vigilance,' Allison thought, 'I can't concentrate like this, beside, it'll only take a minute.' Even though a minute was time for plenty to happen in magic, Allison really didn't care about that.
Allison looked down at the bottle in her free hand, gross, but it would have to do. Allison quickly gulped down the last two or three swallows that were left in the bottle. Instantly, Allison's whole body lurched forward to prevent another quick spasm from becoming a full-on flood.
Alright, she had the container, she had the resolve, now all Allison needed was some place to hide while she did her...business. She looked around the alley and noticed a few trash cans sitting next to a dumpster, there was just enough room for her to squeeze between them, excellent!
Allison then started to put her plan into action. She looked around and noticed no one was there, then she hid between the garbage cans and the dumpster, being sure there was no way she could be seen from either side, hopefully no one looked out their windows. She then pulled down her jeans and underwear and squatted down. She removed the cap from the bottle and tried to line it up, she had never done this before, but desperate times call for desperate measures, as it were.
She took extreme caution when lining up the bottle, and when she thought she had it right, there was suddenly some strange noises nearby.
'Oh, no, not now!' Allison thought, both distressed and annoyed, thinking it was some magical creatures causing trouble.
She set the bottle down, pulled up her pants and stood up, looking on to see what was happening, both of her hands held out ready to toss a spell. For a second, Allison was actually able to completely forget about her intense need to pee.
She looked around and saw nothing, so she walked out of the alley and looked around a little more. Turns out, it was just two guys messing around on the streets, they were probably creatures, but not dangerous ones.
As soon as that realization set in, Allison's adrenaline cooled, she remember her bursting bladder. In fact, Allison noticed something, a strange wet sensation between her legs...
No way! Allison threw her hands between her legs. Turns out, forgetting her bursting bladder didn't necessarily mean that it wasn't still bursting.
Allison managed to get it under control, but not before quite a bit could escape. Allison could feel it, the crotch of her panties was thoroughly wet, and there was a small, but noticeable, dark spot on the front of her jeans. She could feel some of the pressure released, but at the same time, keeping it held after letting some out made her feel worse.
Allison was about to run back into the alley and resume where she left off with the bottle, but there was a guy walking through he alley! Allison couldn't just run back there with him standing there, and he was moving too slow for her to just keep waiting.
Allison stood there, wiggling around desperately, shifting from one leg to another, when she realized waiting for this man was not possible for two reasons: She needed to get back on her watch, if she wasted too much time, she might cause a panic, also, she wasn't sure she could just stay in one place too much longer.
So, she resumed her route, but she was far from vigilant. Allison was walking around, bent over, with both hands between her legs, taking awkward steps so she could keep her thighs tightly clenched. Her eyes were usually cast downward, but she occasionally looked around, though she barely could focus on anything else anyway. She could barely see, anyway, her eyes were starting to water from the intense pressure of holding it in. How she wished she had that bottle right now!
Soon, another ray of hope appeared, Allison was reaching another check-in point. This time, it was an actual human, even better, it was Rick, he was usually quite understanding and kind, surely he would keep watch for her.
When she reached the check-in point, this one in the middle of a nice public park, Rick was just standing there, waiting patiently for her.
"Hey Allison," Rick said, quite causally, "Anything to report from your end?"
"N-n-n-no, nothing big." Allison stuttered under the strain, "You?"
"Nope." Rick responded, he then looked at Allison's unusual stance, "You seem to be moving slower than usual tonight, is everything alright?" He asked.
"I...um..." Allison hesitated, "I really need to use the bathroom." She admitted.
"Oh," Rick responded, his right leg shifting forward awkwardly, "Well..." He said. He then glanced at his watch, then, to Allison's relief, offered before she had to ask, "Do you want me to stand and keep watch over the crossed paths while you go?"
"Yeah!" Allison quickly shouted. Normally, responding too fast or too loud was embarrassing for her, but she had to go too bad to care, "Thank you."
"No problem." Rick said, with a smile much wider than usual.
Allison then took off toward the bathrooms in the middle of the park, stopping every few steps to stop another painful spasm from becoming a full-on accident, she was too close to lose control now! She then got to the bathroom door and found it closed. She walked up and tried to open it, only to find it locked! That's right, they always locked these doors at night to deter any potential vandals.
Well, now what? Rick was already standing guard, and Allison wasn't sure if she could make it a few more minutes, let alone another hour! That just wouldn't be possible!
Allison quickly ran and jumped behind a nearby bush, she then stopped everything to focus all her energy to prevent something a little more than a quick spurt. She stood there for a second, shaking, after she managed to stop it, she looked down and noticed the dark patch on her jeans was growing and becoming more noticeable.
Allison started working on the button of her jeans when she heard something, some voices and footsteps, there were people coming this way!
Allison gasped and, without thinking, squatted down behind the bush so she was completely hidden from sight. If only teacher had worked with her on her illusion spells, she could just make herself invisible and relieve herself without anyone noticing. As it stood, she was squatting down, pants still up, both hands pressed firmly into her crotch, her legs forced together, and her chest pressing onto her legs, trying to do anything she could to help her hold it in, but to little avail.
The voices and footsteps just grew louder, the people were walking right by her, and they were casually strolling, which was not nearly fast enough for Allison. Well, now what? She couldn't stand up and yell at them or move to another spot, and she was too afraid of getting caught if she just pulled down her pants and started going now!
Allison sat there for maybe a minute as the people continued to walk on by, way too close for comfort, not that there was any comfort to be had.
Suddenly, Allison let out a gasp, there was an increasing wet feeling between her legs, accompanied by a slight hissing sound. She looked around and tried to do something, but there was really nothing she could do, it was coming out, she couldn't stop it!
Everything Allison had been holding back for the past three hours was now simply rushing out of her. She could feel the wetness spreading, starting as just a growing dark spot in the crotch, but it also started seeping around to the back. Allison started trying to get up, she didn't know why, it was just kind of reflexive. That just assisted the urine in spreading all around as it began to flow down her legs, leaving obvious traces on her jeans. It started to trickle down and form a puddle below her, she could even feel some of it leaking into her shoes!
Allison sat there, unable to do anything, for what must have been nearly two minutes. In the frightening embarrassment of this situation, everything seemed to stand still around her.
After she felt she was done, Allison stood up to assess the damage. She looked down, her pants were completely soaked below the waist and the inner half of both her legs were completely soaked, turning a darker color than they already were. A cold breeze blew through, just chilling Allison in her wet clothing.
She looked around and so no one, so Allison got out of the bush and started walking back to meet Rick, and she felt and heard the disgusting and amazing squish of her wet shoes and soaked socks.
When she met back up with Rick, he was waiting patiently, looking vaguely in her direction, "Is everything alright?" He asked, sounding slightly concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Allison said, in a low, defeated, tone.
"Feel better?" Rick asked with a sort of half-chuckle.
"Kind of." Allison mumbled.
Allison then heard Rick sniffing pretty loudly, his eyes opened wide and a great smile showed up on his face, "Did you...?" He started to ask.
Allison just ignored him and started walking away, she could feel her face turning beat red as her shoes squished loudly when she ran off.
"Wait." Rick said as he ran up to catch up with her. "Hold on."
Allison only stopped when Rick actually caught up with her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry about what happened," Rick said, "Let me help."
He then crouched down in front of Allison, his face uncomfortably close to her private area. Rick began moving his hand slowly over Allison's legs, not actually touching her. He really seemed to be savoring his time down there, the smile from earlier still obvious on his face.
"What are you doing?" Allison asked, staring to feel a bit disturbed. Something felt different, but she couldn't quite tell.
"Relax," Rick said, "It's a low-level spell, I'm just evaporating the...excess liquid," He explained, awkwardly, "I can't dry your clothes, but I can get it off your skin, you know, so you don't get a rash or something."
Allison wasn't entirely sure about the accuracy of any part of that statement, but she did feel a little better as Rick finished up. Rick then stood up and ran back to his path, Allison also quickly returned to her route.
The rest of the night went through rather mundanely, Allison avoiding any eye contact with Jay as she met up with him for the final check-in, and staying off to the side when the group reported back to teacher. The teacher looked Allison over, but he said nothing.
Allison got home as quickly as she could after that, and got out of her wet pants and panties as quickly as possible, changing into her pajamas to fool her mother and make it look like she was in bed all night. Allison sighed as she looked at her wet clothes, she was going to wear them to school that day, but that wasn't happening now.
Allison grabbed a new pair of pants and realized she didn't have any other clean pairs of underwear, looks like she was going commando to school today.
She then gathered her clothes and took a shower, just glad to finally wash off and leave that night behind her. |
I apologize if it's not that good, or if it has spelling errors or contradictions. This is my first story so don't be too harsh on me please.
Various trees rushed by Diana's vision as she rode quickly on her green bike. The sound of the wind whispered into her her ears, and she focused intently on staying in the bike lane next to the busy street. The sun was peeking out from the puffy grey clouds. It had just finished raining, and Diana smiled as she saw a beautiful rainbow splash the sky with bright color.
At the sight of the rainbow, Diana remembered the story of Noah's ark she learned in Bible school as a child. Though she was no longer a part of the faith, the story was intriguing to her, nonetheless. It shall come about, when I bring a cloud over the earth, that the bow will be seen in the cloud, and I will remember My covenant, which is between Me and you and every living creature of all flesh; and never again shall the water become a flood to destroy all flesh. After that vivid memory, Diana slowed down on her bike, for she had just reached an intersection on the street.
She pushed the button on the street pole and awaited her time to cross the street. As she relaxed on her bike seat, she suddenly got tense after a couple seconds. Flood? Diana thought of the bible passage again, except translated it differently in her head. Her crotch had pressed a bit more on the bicycle seat, and that's when Diana knew that she had to hurry home.
Damn it. I really have to pee. Diana looked around, and she was not around any buildings that had a bathroom. Luckily, the seat had served as something to help control her desperate, full bladder, and she knew that she wasn't too far from home. Her hands were still on the handles of the bike and she watched impatiently as more cars raced by. Hurry up, I need to go. The light across from her was still a red hand. She awaited for it to turn into a white walking man.
Diana was wearing tight blue jean capris and a white band tee that said "The Ting Tings." She was a short teenage girl with a curvy figure, big bust, and a shy personality. As her bladder slowly reached it's peak of fullness, her pale cheeks turned red behind her black sunglasses and brown, wispy hair. After what felt like an eternity, the sign finally turned white and she could cross.
"Yes." She whispered, riding her bike across the cross walk and continuing on the bike lane. The bike seat rubbed hard against her crotch, for she had scoot up a bit in order to prevent herself from leaking. The street came to a left turn and she made that turn more sharp than usual. It would only be a few more minutes and she would be home.
She raced by a few houses. Ironically, they all happened to have sprinklers running on their front lawns, and some of the water had gotten on Diana's ankle.
"Why are your sprinklers on? It just got done raining!" The desire to take those words back was instant, for Diana remembered how crazy the people on B street had been when she used to live across from them. They always had their sprinklers on, they vaccumed their houses at midnight, and one lady who lived there had the creepiest, loudest laugh ever. She was glad to have moved away from those weirdos.
"Ah." She muttered. During her thoughts of the neighbors, Diana had unknowingly loosened herself on the seat a little. She felt a tiny spurt of pee spot her underwear. Hopefully it had not leaked through her pants. As she scoot up a bit on the bike again, Diana commited herself to focusing on getting home so she could make it to the bathroom in time. No more daydreaming.
The street had come up to a four way. Diana prepared to make another left, and luckily there was nothing in her way when she did so. She was riding on the side walk instead of the bike lane, and she failed to notice a giant bump that she was approaching. Her bike violently rode over it, causing Diana's bladder to pulse in pain. She couldn't hold it much longer, but she did not give up.
Finally, Diana had reached her house; a white, one story, duplex. She slowed the bike down and came to a stop after she turned into the driveway, squirming her lips on the seat before getting off the bike. As she stepped off of it, she let the bike fall on the concrete, took off and dropped her helmet, and dashed for the front door.
She twisted and turned the door knob, but it appeared to be locked. There was no car in the driveway. Diana loudly knocked on the door, crossing her legs and squirming in desperation. No one answered. She rang the door bell twice and waited a bit longer. Still, no one answered. "Shit." She whispered to herself. "My family must have went somewhere while I was gone."
Diana shoved both her hands onto her crotch as she felt another spurt escape from her bladder. It dotted her capris, just barely though. "No, no..." She whimpered, turning red once again. She could feel her eyes getting watery from her intense desperation, and she was thankful that her sunglasses concealed it.
"I'll go to the neighbors house." She said, running to the neighbors front door. She knocked on it frantically, praying that someone would answer. After a few seconds, the door budged. It opened, and there stood Jake, Diana's kind neighbor who went to school with her. She secretly had a crush on the guy, so she turned even more red at the sight of him.
"Hi, Diana. What's up?" He quickly observed her anxious looking appearance and had concern for the girl right away. "Um, are you okay? You look really red, and-" His eyes traveled down to her legs, and he noticed them bouncing up and down. "Oh, do you need to use the bathroom?"
"Yes..." Diana whimpered, crossing her legs ever so tightly against her bladder that was about to give way. "Please..."
"Yes, of course." Jake respectfully moved a bit to the side and took her hand. "It's this way, I'll show you."
Diana's stomach got butterflies as his hand held hers. Another spurt escaped, and as Jake lead the poor girl through the living room and down the hallway, Diana suddenly quit walking.
"I...can't move..." She whispered, tilting her head down and putting her free hand on her crotch again. Her brown hair fell over her sunglasses that began to fall off her face.
"Come on, we're almost there. Just a few more steps this way-"
"I can't move, or else..." She clamped her thighs tightly together, and tore her hand from Jake's grasp. She also placed it under her bursting bladder.
"No, you can do it. It's okay."
"I....I..." Under her hand, Diana could feel urine leaking through her pants. "No..." The desperate girl tried to keep walking, but even with the aid of her hands, more pee leaked when she took a step. The pain was too much for her to bear. She couldn't make it to the bathroom, there was no use in trying.
The sound of pee escaping Diana's bladder and through her pants caused her to cry in embarrassment. Her sunglasses had fallen off, revealing watery crystal blue eyes. A black spot formed behind Diana's hands and quickly grew larger. The urine seeped through the denim of her capris and went down both pant legs. It drizzled like a waterfall past her knees and onto her white socks, which had been folded down to her ankles. Dotting the wooden floor from the front and behind, Diana crouched down lower in humiliation, avoiding eye contact from Jake as the urine continued to flow.
It seemed like she had peed forever, but it was only a minute or so when the majority of her capris were drenched and a huge puddle had formed beneath her sneakers. She fell on her knees, her bladder giving way before she could make it to the bathroom, and sat and slightly cried in her own puddle. Jake did not laugh or look at all disgusted. He blushed a little and held his hand out to the girl again kindly.
"Jake...I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-" It was obvious that Diana was crying now as she looked up to the tall guy. She had never felt so humiliated in her entire life.
"It happens. Here, let me find you another pair of pants to wear, and you can take a shower here. I'm not at all upset with you, I know it was an accident."
"Ok..." She took Jake's hand once again, and he handed her a towel from the nearby cabinet and smiled at her. As Diana closed the door to take a shower, Jake had quickly cleaned up the puddle with a mop and then found a pair of sweatpants to give Diana. He knocked on the door when she had finished showering, and she opened the door to a crack. He poked the sweatpants through the door crack, and Diana took them silently and quickly closed the door again.
After a few minutes, Diana came out of the bathroom and noticed that her puddle was gone. She felt bad for making her own crush clean her mess, and as she walked down the hallway to the living room, she saw Jake sitting on the couch watching TV.
"Thank you, Jake. You didn't have to...it was nice of you....I...thanks..."
"No problem. I'll wash your pants for you and give them to you later."
"Oh, thank you..." As Diana blushed again and neared the front door, she was thankful that her crush was a kind guy who would probably tell no one about her accident. "I should probably be going then."
"Yeah, feel free to come over anytime. You know..." Jake stood up and neared the shy girl. "I've seen you around school, but I haven't been able to talk to you much. Where are you at lunch, usually?"
"I...I sit at the picnic table behind the cafeteria...with a few friends..."
"Okay. Maybe I can hang out with you there, sometime."
"Yeah..." Diana smiled. "You can if you'd like." As Diana opened the door, she gave her crush one last smile. "Thanks again."
Jake nodded in response and closed the door when she left to pick up her bike and helmet. As he went to the bathroom to wash her soiled pants, he thought to himself, A desperate, shy girl, having an accident at my own house. He took the pants and tossed them in the washer, turning it on and adding soap and more clothes.
I must be the luckiest guy in the world. |
Renna entered the class and took her seat. She was a rather short girl, but her large breasts and nice ass made up for it infinitely. She had long; light brown hair, and today she was wearing tight light blue jeans and a white tshirt. It was 2nd period, which meant Science class. It wasn’t particularly interesting, but it was rather easy for her. She took out her water bottle and took a large gulp. It resulted in a little full feeling from her bladder, but she easily shrugged it off. She finished the bottle 15 minutes into the class, and waited patiently for the next 45. Once the period ended, it was break time and she went to her locker. She considered going to the washroom, but she knew she could definitely hold it and instead went to go fill up her water bottle. Drinking half of it immediately after filling it up, she refilled it again. Soon enough the bell rang, and she began to head towards her next class; which was social studies. She took her seat as usual and began to do her work. About 30 minutes into the class, she had already finished her water and it was all starting to hit her bladder. Combined with the cup of tea and orange juice from this morning, she felt the need to go was pretty strong. She debated on whether or not to ask to go, but the teacher was in the middle of a presentation so she decided to wait. Besides, she was a big girl now; she could hold it.
With 15 minutes to go, she was feeling increasingly desperate. It didn’t hurt, but there was a significant throbbing. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, and decided that it helped best to just bounce them. With 5 minutes left, she really needed to pee. To give her muscles a break, she took a good 10 seconds to lean forward and grab her crotch. Not wanting to draw to much attention, she stopped and decided to ask if she could use the washroom.
“Ms. Tuttle?” She whimpered, raising her hand “Can I go to the washroom?”
“Can it wait?” The teach said back, not particularly interested.
“I don’t think so, it’s urgent” Renna said, with frustration in her voice.
“Well theres 1 minute left in the period, so you can go on your way to the next class.”
She nodded and began to rub her thighs together. She cursed herself for drinking so much water. Damn did she need to pee. The next minute seemed to draw on forever, and she continued to bang her thighs together. She was sure a couple people must have noticed her, but all she was focused on was not wetting herself.
Finally the bell went, and she stood up; almost loosing her balance. Her bladder continued to burn, but she gained control of herself and began to fast walk towards the nearest washroom. Upon arriving, she was met with a horrible sight; there was a line of atleast 5 girls ahead of her. She took her place in line, and began to cross and uncross her legs. The girl in front of her looked even more desperate, and she recognized her. Her name was Sara, and she had black hair, a nice curvy body, and was wearing dark blue jeans that looked way too tight. Sara squirmed back and forth; bending over frequently with her hands jammed in her crotch the whole time. When Sara swung around almost acrobatically, Renna noticed the tears running down her face. She hoped she wouldn’t end up as desperate as her.
Only two people had went ahead when Sara straightened and began to shake.
“Oh no… no no no not now…”She whimpered.
Renna watched as a dark stain appeared below Sara’s butt, and began to spread up her crack and down her thighs. Realizing that she was peeing herself, Sara jammed her hands in her crotch again and began to squirm violently, but to no avail. The stain ran down Sara’s legs, and her pee began to pool and the floor beneath.
Upon hearing Sara’s sobbing, Renna had to quickly grab her crotch as watching Sara disgrace herself had increased her need even more. She realized that the bell had gone, and started to run to Math, hoping the teacher would let her go back. When she reached the front door she almost doubled over, and felt her bladder leak a little. She gasped and inspected the damage. It wasn’t at all visible on her jeans, but she could feel that her panties were damp. She regained her control, and hobbled into the classroom, taking a seat next to a boy named Jake. She knew he had a crush on her, but that was the least of her worries right now.
“Why were you late?” The Teacher asked
Renna swallowed a bit, “There was a long line for the bathroom, and I had to head here so I wouldn’t be too late. Can I please go back?”
The teacher shook her head “You can stay here for punishment of being late.”
Renna shook her head and mumbled to herself “But I’m going to have an accident…”
She wasn’t sure how she would be able to hold it until lunch, but she tried her best. Grabbing, crossing, rubbing, bending over. She did it all for at least ten minutes while Jake watched it all, enjoying it completely. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was.
There was 40 minutes still left in the class, and she didn’t know how much longer she would be able to hold it. She felt like she was about to explode, which she almost did, but managed to tightly jam her hands into her crotch. She kept her red face down to hide the tears that began streaming down her face. She was on the verge of wetting her pants like a little girl. She turned her vision a bit and noticed that Jake had an erection.
“Are you kidding me?” She thought to herself “Is he actually enjoying this?!”
She shrugged it off again, regaining all focus on not peeing. She kept like this for the next 10 minutes, before she knew she was about to burst.
Her hand shot up in the air “Can I please go?” she cried “I’m about to pee my pants!”
Whispers and snickers were heard around the class. “Is she really gonna pee herself?” “Wow what a baby” “Didn’t she go at break?”, And some other rude remarks.
“No.” The teacher said sternly, “You can go in 15 minutes when I am done teaching this equation.”
Renna began to sob quietly, she wouldn’t be able to hold it that long. Not wanting to end up like Sara, she defied the teacher and stood up. She began to hobble towards the door; one hand in her crotch and the other keeping her balance. She had reached the desk closest to the door when she felt a sharp pain in her bladder, and felt the warm pee hitting the crotch of her panties. She was able to stop it for the moment, but there was a wet spot the size of a grape on her jeans. The class watched intently as she stood there trembling with both hands in her crotch, trying desperately to hold on. After about 10 seconds of suspense, the dam broke. Her pee flooded into her jeans, spreading warmth across her bum and quickly down her legs. She was getting completely soaked, as she had an accident in front of everyone. Some laughed, others felt sorry for her. Renna just sobbed and continued peeing. Once her bladder was empty and she had made a large puddle on the floor, she examined her jeans (which were practically completely dark) and ran out the door with tears streaming down her face.
To be continued |
Chapter SevenThere Be Goblins in them there Hills
At the end of the week, Mizuki and Kim went to see Madame Tuesday again because of course the White Spiral Castle would have moved, but Mizuki was performing a service for the town. She was sure that Madam Tuesday would not be upset about that, should have no reason not to tell them again, if she had told Sook the first time.
Sandra and Jennifer waited outside Madam Tuesday’s house because inside, they would have to give up their weapons,and that would mean leaving Mizuki and Kim defenseless as they were concerned. Sook on the other hand,decided to go get some more clothes and some supplies for their trek to find the white Spiral Castle.
“Of course, I’ll tell you where you can find the castle,” Madam Tuesday smiled at the two girls before her. Madam Tuesday was dressed in an elegant gown with shiny black shoes. Her hair was fixed into a sever bun that rested at the back of her head. “But you must realize that even though you find may find the castle, that someone with great power had summoned the healer.”
“I thought you knew that we were from another world,” Mizuki said quietly.
“Of course I know that. All of the healers have always been from another world, but none of them went home without the summoning force’s consent. The one that had summoned the Healer and her guardians is very powerful.”
“Do you know where we can find the one that summoned her then?” Kim asked shaking from her nerves as she sat before someone that gave the aura of a queen or someone equally important.
“I am sorry, but there are many in this world powerful enough to call for a healer. I know that he or she has real need of you though, for a healer is not called upon lightly.”
“Well, unless you can give us some more specific information,” Mizuki shook her head. “The white castle is the only place that we know can help us. If this powerful force wants us so bad, then it will surely intercept us on the way.”
“You make a valid point,” Madam Tuesday nodded. “There is something you should know about goblins though. They are many, and the direction in which you travel is straight through their lands. They have an excellent sense of smell, and the only way that invisibility can truly work on them, is to avoid any perfumes, to avoid smelling at all. Even breaking wind can lead them to where you are really standing.”
“If the place we are standing is inside a hut, can they really get into it?”
“Yes, Goblins do know something about magic. If you use the invisible hut often, make sure to mask your smells and your noises as well if you think they are near. Put your dirty laundry away and wrapped up well, or they will find you.”
“We understand,” Mizuki started to say?
“Do you? Understand, that if even one of you girl seven leaks a tiny bit of pee in her panties while the goblins are nearby, it will detect the invisible hut and get in at you.”
Mizuki and Kim both nodded. “We’ll be sure to tell the others,” Mizuki promised. “So where is the White Castle?”
Not more than a couple of hours later, the five girls were walking up the slope into the mountains away from the city. Sook had three bags of supplies which Sandra, Jennifer, and herself gladly carried. They all agreed that weighing down Mizuki and Kim would not only do no good, but if Kim was kept free, she could read through her magic papers to find more helpful magic to help them on their journeys, and Mizuki could probably use her magic with animals if they became lost while wondering through the mountains.
Goblins are very fast, as they run like cats during a hunt, and they can smell out prey and hear exceptionally,but their disadvantage was sight especially during bright daylight hours. The fact that they can smell through invisible barriers but not through mountains of layers of cloth meant that the best way to be safe, was that at night, when goblins were most active, the girls would camp in the magic hut, and they would all have to be in a bed layered with many blankets so that if any of them had to use the bathroom, she wouldn’t be smelled through the illusion. They would have to be quiet at night, too.
The five girls walked up the slope carefully, each helping the other make the troubled ascent into the dangerous goblin country. The reason they had not attacked the city in the last four nights, was that the five girls’ presence had falsely confirmed their fears that the city was starting to become fortified by its sister city that it often traded with. The goblins would need more resources if they were to meet with a real army sent to protect the city.
Up into the hills, the girls climbed reaching for the sky. Mizuki kept her senses alert for any physical creatures as well as anything spiritual. Kim studied a piece of paper as she trod on. Jennifer and Sandra walked lazily,and Sook appearing carefree, have the appearance that she was never carefree,and the others thought that she was indeed either up to something mysterious,or that she was simply keeping a stealthy eye out for trouble.
The day hours were quite for the goblins didn’t like the light hours much, but as the sun began to set later that evening, the girls felt nervous that they could come from any direction. Sandra pulled her sword from its scabbard ready to use it. Jennifer tightened her own grasp, and Sook moved a bit more carefully making less noises. Kim put away her papers that she had been studying so she could look more carefully about her, and Mizuki watched the birds in the sky and bushes along the way for any tale signs of the hideous monsters.
“Alright girls,” Mizuki warned the others. “As goblins have extremely sensitive noses and ears, if anyone needs to use the bathroom, we should do it now, and then travel for another hour or two to get away from the scent that way they won’t know where to find us.”
“Are you sure this is necessary,”Sook said for the third time today. “We did just fine coming to the city, and Kim even wet herself inside the hut.”
“Those goblins were in a hurry,”Jennifer pointed out. “One of the them had mentioned smelling something if you remember.”
Sook sighed and went off with Jennifer and Mizuki to pee. Sandra took Kim a different direction so that if one group was ambushed, the ambushers would have a little surprise waiting for them from the others that were at a different location.
As it was, the pee turned up no trouble other than that Sook really couldn’t get anything out, and neither could Kim. The others that were with them tried to make them try a few times, but when it was obvious that the tulip held no blood, they gave up and met up with the other group ready to continue their trek.
“Sook wouldn’t pee,” Jennifer told Sandra.
“Yeah, Kim was the same way. I guess neither had to go.”
“This will be bad if they have to go while we are sleeping.”
“Well, if they have to go while we are sleeping, and if we are disturbed, I think that Mizuki said we’ll be safe if they just stay in the blankets. Don’t let them out of bed to go to the bathroom even if they wet the bed.”
“Is that what we have to do to them?”Jennifer asked not really amused.
“It’s either that, or fight some unknown number of monsters in the dark,” Sandra looked back at Jennifer. “I wouldn’t mind fighting during the day so we can see where they are, but at night, we are at a great disadvantage.”
“I can disappear,” Sook reminded them. “Remember who saved Kim and Mizukiwhen everyone else was busy?”
“Yes, but they’ll smell you if you start to pee.”
“So I’ll pee as far from the hut as possible.”
“Do you think you can fight them off alone in the dark?” Sandra asked her.
“No, I guess not,” Sook responded. “But I would try rather than lead them to our invisible hut.”
“Fine,” Jennifer sighed. “Sook, if you need to use the bathroom, just wake me and take me with you, okay?”
“Why?”
“Because in Goblin infested areas, I’d rather none of us be on her own. I don’t think we should think we can get back home without all of us doing our parts. There is a reason you have stealth and I and Sandra can fight so well.”
“She’s right,” Sandra agreed. “We must all be needed to succeed in getting home, so just tell Jennifer if you have to go.”
“Okay, I will.”
The girls walked on for another two hours without any goblin problems, and Sandra and Jennifer both assumed without any other problems as well.
Finally, Kim set up the magical hut while Jennifer and Sandra kept watch for Goblins. Sook slipped off for a bit setting some traps around then area to keep it safer, and Mizuki listened to the sounds of nature.
Once the hut was set up and protected by some alarms and traps that Sook prepared, the girls all chose their bunks,Mizuki once again stuck with Kim as usual.
This time, the other girls were really impressed and surprised at Kim with the hut. It was a bit larger, and somehow had squeezed the four bed bedroom, the living room from her last image, and the dining room table and stove from the first ever attempt at her kitchen into the same room. The area was nicely arranged and even two dressers had been added to the total image.
“This is really good!” Sandra commented.
“Thanks,” Kim blushed. “I just tried to imagine the three rooms in the same space, and somehow it worked out.”
“Can’t you imagine a toilet in there too?”
“Actually, I tried, but I guess the magic didn’t seem to know where to fit it, or there is some other problem with it.”
“Well, if what the magic would have given was an outhouse, that would have written our death sentence anyway,”Jennifer smiled. “Better you don’t get a toilet in here than you give the goblins some way of finding us as we sleep.”
“True,” Sook added. “I have put up some traps around the hut, so anyone wanting to go out should wake me first so she can see the safe path through them, but still, if there are too many goblins, my traps will only do so much.”
“That’s where you disappeared to?”Jennifer chided her. “I did tell you that we need to stick together at night as much as possible.”
“Yeah. Yeah. I know,” Sook said as though Jennifer were acting like her mother. “But it’s harder setting traps if you have someone with you that doesn’t know much about them.”
“I see. And are you going to be leaving the hut on your own tonight just because you think we are acting like your mother?”Jennifer asked.
“No. I won’t need to anyway. While I was setting traps, I peed too, and the Goblins will probably think we are right in the middle of one of my traps if they rely too heavily on their noses.”
The girls all looked at one another and then giggled. Even Jennifer had to smile at the poetic justice of such a find. After they all had their laugh, Sook climbed into her bed and instantly started to fall asleep. Jennifer and Sandra stayed up a while wanting to keep watch for a bit and they discussed plans for setting a watch.
Mizuki sat up and listened to them planning the watch, but Kim was already fairly tired from all the studying,walking, and then setting up the hut, and she went right to bed. Just as the girls had discussed earlier in the evening, they made sure that Kim had the most heavy blankets on her to try to mask her scent if she had an accident in the night.
The first night has seemed uneventful of monsters, for none seemed to find the girls’ hut, and by the next morning,both Sandra and Jennifer had agreed on a watch plan which would include Sook’s help on the first watch from the next day on. If Sook would disagree with the first watch, then they would put her on the last watch so she would not have her sleep interrupted, but she could help them watch since splitting it three ways was easier than two ways. They both realized that since magic did wear out both Mizuki and Kim, that it would be best if they got all the sleep they could get when they were not needed.
That morning, three of the girls got out of their beds quickly and were ready to go before Mizuki or Kim had awakened. Though Sook really wanted to start out earlier, the other girls really thought that since they had no idea of the toll magic had on the other two, they would not let Sook wake them for fear that the two girls with any magic might find themselves unable to do anything.
The girls told Kim to take down the hut once Jennifer had repacked a few things into one bag that she and Sandra would share in carrying, and they put the rest in logical storage places, such as clothes in the dressers. The trick of course, was that Kim and Mizuki both assumed that she’d have to remember this room exactly, and she’d have to remember where their real things were, so that she wouldn’t cause any of the things to disappear.
For three days, things seemed to be going well, and the girls set up for the last night at the base of the mountains that they would be in the goblin country. Kim started to make their hut, which now always looked the same, a small dining room area with an old wood stove for cooking, four beds spaced around half of the room, and two dressers that kept their clothes. Sook set a few traps,though she was feeling a bit at ease about it because the goblins had not attacked them yet. Mizuki listened around her at the animals and the plants and felt comfortable that the goblins still were not on to them.
Once the hut was prepared and the five girls were inside, Jennifer pulled the map out and prepared to talk to the girls about the grueling walk ahead of them through flats that had little water. As it was, she figured they had enough water with them for about two days, but the castle was said to be three days into the flats.
“Maybe we can refill our water skins before we leave the mountains,” Sook suggested.
“That would be preferable,” Jennifer agreed “except for one thing.”
“What’s that?” Sandra asked.
“The closest waterfall or lake that I know of is half a day from here, and it might put us just out of reach of getting to the castle in time.”
“We can’t reach the castle anyway if we die,” Mizuki spoke up. “I think we should risk it. Anyway, according to Madame Tuesday, even if we do get to the white castle, it is just as likely they cannot send us home until we finish the quest that we were called to do.”
“The white castle is the only place that we know can help us though, right?” Jennifer looked at the three girls that had talked to Madam Tuesday.
“Right,” Kim shrugged. “Whoever wanted us here, will know that we’ll seek out this white castle, so we need to follow that plan until we find out what else we need to go.”
“So, do we go back and lose half a day to get the water?” Jennifer asked.
The other girls thought about it,especially Sook who thought that if they rationed the water, they could get there on what they had, but Mizuki had brought up that rationing water on a trip through scorching heat was not a good idea. In the end, the girls all agreed to lose the half a day to get water.
As the girls prepared to lay down for the night, Sook realized that she needed to pee, and whispered to Jennifer. “Can you come with me so I can pee away from the hut?”
“I am sure I asked you to go before we set up.”
“I know, but I just now have to go.”
“Alright,” Jennifer sighed. “Sandra?”
“I’ll stay here to keep Kim safe. She can’t leave no matter what. Mizuki, are you going to go with Sook or wait all night?”
“I’ll just wait. It won’t matter anyway since Kim will wet the bed on me anyway if she has to go.”
Jennifer and Sook slipped quietly through the night around the traps and the alarms that Sook had set up. Once they were far enough away, Sook wanted to walk away a bit to hide herself behind a bush, but Jennifer caught her arm.
“What?” Sook asked.
“Something feels wrong, Sook. I think the Goblins are nearby.”
“Are you kidding me? I really have to pee,” Sook looked at Jennifer in surprise as she contemplated whether or not Jennifer would tease about something this serious or not.
“Draw your weapons,” Jennifer let goof Sook and took better grasp of her spear.
Sook slipped out of sight which put Jennifer more on nerve, and though she was sure that Sook was nearby, she felt alone and nervous as she tried to make sense of the direction that the creatures were coming from.
Sook was close to the ground, using the bushes to conceal herself hoping the goblins would see the obvious target and miss her so she could surprise a few before they know what hit them. She still used the old city tricks that worked on people. Meanwhile, at the imminent threat of danger, her body stopped complaining, for now, about needing to pee, and she waited for the monsters to approach.
Jennifer realized that Sook was probably hiding and almost using her as bait. She thought it was pretty clever of her and held no bad feelings about being the bait as long as Sook was there as soon as she needed help, and didn’t give herself away too early as she could easily handle two or three on her own.
Sook lay in quiet wait for the goblins to take the bait, her body shaking with nerves as it seemed to take them forever to find Jennifer. She had a sinking feeling that the goblins were also being slippery and might not even be attacking them, but Sandra and the hut. She slipped through the bush closer to Jennifer’s position trying not to give herself away in the event that she was wrong, but she felt she must be right since the goblins still had not come out of the darkness at Jennifer.
Jennifer had a similar sinking feeling as she looked back towards the way they had come from. She wanted to get Sook’s attention, but she had no idea of how to do it since the creatures had extremely good hearing as well as smell. We must get back to the others, Jennifer thought, and she slowly moved back towards the hut hoping that Sook would follow her and understand where she was going.
Sook whispered “yes,” to herself as she realized that Jennifer was also getting the idea to move back towards the hut, and she quietly followed her, and slacked up the space some so that she would have enough room to allow a few goblins to show their backs to her if they tried to chase Jennifer.
Inside the hut, Sandra started to feel a bit uncomfortable like Sook and Jennifer had been gone too long and something might have happened to them, but she also knew that she couldn’t leave the hut and think that Mizuki and Kim would be safe enough by themselves. She had to stay and protect the weaker girls.
Mizuki climbed out of bed and tiptoed to Sandra.
“Something is wrong tonight,” Mizuki whispered.
“I know,” Sandra replied. “I think Jennifer and Sook should have been back by now.”
“I’m not sure, but I think the birds are telling me that goblins are on their way here.”
“Are you using your magic?” Sandra asked as though she though were lightly scolding Mizuki thinking she should be keeping her magic power on reserve for when they really needed it.
“It’s not like I have a choice,”Mizuki looked down at her feet. “My power isn’t something I can turn on and off like Kim reads pieces of paper. If I feel something, I feel it and if I don’t, I don’t.”
Sandra sighed knowing that she was wrong for scolding Mizuki over something that she has little knowledge of. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want you weakening yourself if a fight is coming.”
“I know, but like I said, I can’t really control it when animals speak to me. They tell me things if they want to, and even though I don’t have to listen to them, the magic of them talking to me is still wasted.”
Sandra nodded.
Sook barely had time to turn around as a lightning fast goblin leaped upon her pinning her to the ground. Lucky for Sook at the time, Jennifer had just decided to look back over her shoulder and seeing the goblin leaping, she brought out a javelin (throwing spear) and threw it into the bush where the goblin had landed on top of Sook and pierced it’s back, the tip sticking out it’s chest as it wailed one last breath before toppling over.
Sook felt the thick black goo that was the goblin’s blood fall upon her stomach soaking her shirt just before it toppled over, and with every effort within her, she kept from screaming but realized that her stealthy position was really doing nothing to hide her from the monsters, and pushing the goblin off of her, she ran to catch up with Jennifer.
They just gained the outside perimeter where Sook had set up a few traps, and carefully they picked their way through them glad to see that the goblins had not actually made it to their camp just yet. It was too late to hide that they were there, and Jennifer called for Sandra and Mizuki to come out and help.
“Goblins are coming!” she called. “Sandra! Mizuki! Come out and help us!”
Sandra went quietly to Kim’s side while Mizuki came out of the hut. Putting her finger to her lips, Sandra cautioned Kim. “I think Jennifer wants you to say hidden. They should be confused by our own scents and presence, and as long as you stay quiet inside the hut, they shouldn’t find you. We’ll kill off the goblins, and then decide what to do from there.”
Kim nodded showing she understood and Sandra left the hut to find Mizuki facing into the darkness ready for a fight,and Jennifer and Sook just coming from the darkness.
“I don’t know how many there are,”Jennifer warned the others. “We felt them before we saw them, and it hit us that the goblins knew where we were, but they had more interest in the hut, and that made us turn around and come to see that you were alright. I think they are now, dealing with Sook’s traps, so we should…”
Just as Jennifer had mentioned traps,a loud scratching sound filled the hair and a hollering goblin screamed through the night.
“That was one of the alarms,” Sook smiled. “They’re here.”
“Very effective,” Sandra looked impressed.
The four girls spaced themselves,their weapons drawn. Sook decided that hiding was useless in this battle because the goblins had a better idea of where things were than she did the darkness and their own home.
Kim looked through her bag thinking that if things turned sour for her friends, she should at least be ready with something, and she searched her papers for something helpful, but stayed covered up knowing that only the real blankets would keep her scent from being picked up by the monsters.
Sook started to feel the tingling of needing to pee again, but as she faced the night, she knew that now was not the time to deal with it, and she tried to push the urges to the back of her mind. She might not get another chance to use the bathroom, but she wasn’t going to squat here, and give the monsters a free target to land upon. She would hold it at least until the fight was over.
Out of the night, ten cat-like beings jumped upon the four girls. Jennifer,taking the lead kept three off of the others. Sandra held back two, and there were still five that had slipped past looking at the other two girls like they knew they had them.
Jennifer speared one with a javelin causing the other two goblins to back off and regroup. Sandra waved her swords menacingly at the two in front of her, causing them to also back towards the other two so that now it was two on four.
Sook and Mizuki stood defensively unsure of how to deal with five goblins at once. Jennifer eyed Sandra with intent, and spinning around, she threw a javelin into the back of one of the goblins that threatened Mizuki and Sook now leaving them two a piece. Sandra, seeing that Jennifer was leaving her back exposed which drew a goblin to leap up at the opening, realized that Jennifer had meant that to happen, and she charged the goblin down slicing it in half.
The other three goblins that were facing Sandra and Jennifer charged as one towards Sandra, not realizing that Jennifer was still spinning around and Jennifer’s spear struck one of them dazing it from surprise, but two of them landed one on top of Sandra’s sword killing it and one at her feet tripping her to the ground.
The four goblins still on Mizuki and Sook had a clear advantage, and they pressed upon them slowly waiting to make a clean killing without any danger to themselves. However, Jennifer finished off the dazed goblin and the only goblin left that were attacking the stronger warriors, was now right upon Sandra’s stomach ready to plunge it’s dagger into her chest.
Sandra screamed, kicked, and pissed herself as she faced her end. The goblin smiled nastily showing its sharp wicked bloodstained teeth. Its breath was hideous, and it was about to use its full force behind the dagger that it held high into the night, when from behind it, a spear point penetrated it showing the end of the point through its chest momentarily before it toppled over.
Jennifer reached and hand down and pulled the smelly soaked Sandra to her feet. She said nothing though, and the two warrior girls looked back at the four goblins that were taking their time with the two weaker girls, apparently not in a hurry to be the sacrifice so the others could take them out. Sandra charged behind two of them and lopped their heads off swinging both of her swords, while Jennifer threw another javelin striking one of them.
The surprise had left Mizuki and Sook only one goblin to deal with, which Sook suddenly charged with her blades swinging three times, she caught the creature in the chest with the third swing making it crumple to the ground. The fight was over. Sook looked at Sandra who was soaked, and shrugged to herself and just peed her pants as well, on purpose because Sandra was already wet, and if the goblins were going to smell that,then there was no reason for Jennifer to risk going out again to use the bushes.
Chapter Eight
Now, with the goblins finallybehind them, and a fresh supply of water, the girls began their way through theflats. The sun came up early, thatmorning they started out, and the temperature was already fairly warm evenbefore they had breakfast.
“We aren’t even out of the hillsyet,” Sook complained. “I wish there wasanother way to find out what we are doing here, and to get home.”
“We all do,” Sandra sighed. “Are you sure we have to go through theseplains to find the white spiral thingy?” she turned to Mizuki.
Mizuki nodded.
The five girls walked down thepath out of the foothills, and into the flats at least thinking that thegoblins shouldn’t be any more trouble for them. Once they were two or three days into the flats, the goblins wouldn’t belikely to pursue them because they had been told by Madam Tuesday that goblinswere lazy creatures that only preyed upon the weak, and they never ventured anyplace that took any real effort to get to.
The day wore on, and the girlssoon found that the ground was soft, and the sand heavy. Though it made the footfalls feel more likewalking on carpet and was a welcome exchange for the hard ground they had hadin the mountains, they realized that the sand was easy to sink into and thiscaused them to exert more effort as they tried to pull their foot out of thesand.
The sun continued to warm the landand the air further, and each girl felt as though she was in an oven by eleveno’clock.
“Madam Tuesday was kidding,”Mizuki said wiping her forehead. “Thetemperature here is worse than anything I’ve ever had to encounter.”
“Well,” Jennifer looked back overher shoulder, somewhat used to this kind of heat. “It may be a little hot, but at least thegoblins aren’t following us, and it looks like little else would want to be outhere.”
The girls all had to nod on thatstatement. No one in its right mindwould be out here in this heat.
“You know,” Kim whispered a littletimid of speaking up with tempers rising and people complaining. “If we, um… traveled at night, it might becooler.”
“Do you want to travel at night?”Jennifer asked the rest of the girls. Almostunanimously, the girls agree with only Sook having some reservations aboutit. Still, in the end, even Sook gave inknowing that at least traveling at night would mean less chance of a heatstroke or worse.
Kim set up the usual hut, thistime, they also found the extra water stored under the table where she haddecided was the best place it’d be out of the way, but still accessible andthat she wouldn’t forget to imagine it as she brought her room into being. The others also noticed that the more thatthey wanted to keep in the hut and the more comfort Kim wanted to give them,the longer it took her to make the hut.
The invisible hut set up, and thegirls hardly on a nocturnal pattern as yet, they could only sit around and talkuntil they fell asleep one by one. Kimtook to studying her papers again, Sandra and Jennifer took to playing some cardswhich Sandra happened to have in her school bag. Sook relaxed on a bed thinking about whoknows what, and Mizuki watched the card game.
Sook was the first to fall asleep.
Mizuki started to catch on to thegame of poker, and though the girls didn’t use money or any real gamblingvices, they still became serious over the game, and Mizuki started to be ableto tell when someone had nothing but tried to bluff her way for the handanyway.
“You two are really serious,”Mizuki teased.
Somewhere, a few days from thegirls’ current location, there was a young woman dressed in black and redtalking to a flying cat. The young womanhad long flowing brunette hair with green glossy eyes and a severely tightsmile as though she had never learned to do that properly.
“The Healer is close. She will lead us to the white castle, andonce she has given us the master of the white spiral, we will rule all ofGnormac.”
The cat looked up at the womanstroking it. “Meow.”
“Yes, my pet. The guardian of the spiral will not let mein, but he will open his doors for the Healer and her guardians, and when heopens the doors, we will be ready.”
The cat blinked its eyes slowly upat its mistress.
“Yes, I am sure this willwork. Besides, the girls will haveanother reason to seek the help of the guardian of the white SpiralCastle. I think we should take fromthem, one of their warriors. If they aretruly as devoted to one another as the stories tell us, they will want to seekher out, and when they do….”
The can leapt into the air. I flew up to a nearby shelf where its pillowwas. The cat was a beautiful white Persianwith colorful yellow, orange, and blue feathered wings. It looked down at the cruel woman with a slowblinking and calculating stare.
“My pet, I promise, I will getin. The healer will not be harmed, butshe will make it possible for me to rule all of Gnormac.”
The cat turned its back and startedits regular pat down of its sleeping space. It seemed rather bored by the woman’s schemes.
“Well, I don’t need yourapproval. What do you know of humanaffairs?” the woman scorned the cat. “Goto sleep, but you wait and see, I will have control of the white spiral castle.”
The woman left the room, and afterwalking quickly through her extensive lair, she soon came upon a room where shehad five figurines that resembled each of the young ladies. “Now,” she thought to herself. “I must set just the right kind of trap todelay them just enough that they will have to seek out the castle again, and inthe process, I will lay a trap and kidnap the mysterious one.”
Mizuki suddenly stood up andlooked through the translucent walls as though expecting something to comecharging through the heat of the day.
“What is it?” Jennifer asked asshe looked in the general direction that Mizuki had settled on staring in.
“I don’t know, Jennifer. Something feels off.”
“Well, this whole thing is off, sowhat are you basing that on?”
“I don’t know, but somethingfeels, like we are being watched.”
Jennifer took another look outinto the quiet desert and then shrugged.
Sandra had the same convictionsthat Jennifer had, that no one was close enough to watch them, and there was noplace for them to hide. Also, being inthe invisible hut, it seemed highly unlikely that anyone would know where theywere to watch them.
“You’re paranoid,” Sook completedtheir thoughts. “No one could know wherewe are even if they wanted to watch us.”
“I’m telling you,” Mizukireiterated. “There is something that iswatching us.”
“I wouldn’t dismiss her,” Kimsuddenly spoke from her bed.
The others startled a bit as theythought she was asleep. “What do youmean?” Sandra asked.
“Well, Mizuki has a kind of magicin her that is different from mine, and she can talk to animals. Maybe she can sense something that we cannot.”
“We can’t go about being paranoid thatwe are being watched though,” Jennifer whispered. “If we get edgy about something that we haveno proof of, and even Mizuki doesn’t know where it’s from, right? So, we will be looking over our shoulders forsomething that isn’t even there.”
“True,” Sandra agreed. “Mizuki probably is right that we are beingwatched, but without knowing from what, it is useless to worry about itnow. Besides, if it’s not attacking us,then we are in no real danger, right?”
Eventually, one by one, the girlsstarted to drift off to sleep.
The woman in red and black pickedup Sook’s figure while she slept. She blewon the figure to remove any gathering dust, and then she dipped the figure intoa bowl of prepared herbs and paste. Her handsglided over the bowl and she said incantations to atone herself to the figureand prepare it for spells. Her eyes wereglowing and the room seemed dimmed except for her presence.
Sook slept on not realizing athing. And one by one, the girls woke asthe skies began to darken around the tiny hut.
“Well,” Jennifer stretched as Kimwoke last. “I guess it’s time to getstarted on our trek again?”
Kim and Mizuki pulled the blanketsoff of them, and revealed a dry bed between them. Mizuki smiled at Kim as though nothing wasneeded to be said, but in a way, Kim felt like she was saying “good job” just thesame.
For a second day, as the sunstarted to rise to the middle of the sky, the girls prepared to slip into theinvisible hut. Before setting it up,however, Kim was led behind some rocks by Sandra where she could pee and nothave to worry about trying to wait all day in the hut.
It was as the hut was set up,though, that Sook somehow felt a little light headed and as though somethingwere nagging at her subconscious to do something. She tried to ignore it for a while because sheknew that both Sandra and Jennifer would not understand her wanting to go outalone. She couldn’t explain it, but itwas a very strong pull, and it felt like she really had to go out to perhapsprotect her other companions.
The woman in red and black took thefigurine of the mysterious one out of the herbs in the bowl, and she dipped itwaist deep in a different bowl filled with a warm yellow liquid.
Later that day, the five girls hadbeen sleeping for maybe a couple of hours when Sook woke up. Her bladder was twinging, and she knew thatby the time she got Jennifer or Sandra awake, that she wouldn’t make it, so sheslipped outside of the hut and then marked the place with an arrow pointing atthe place where she had left the invisible barrier. Then, she walked a bit down the hill to findthe same large boulders that Kim had been taken to relieve herself earlier.
While Sook prepared to lift herskirt and pull down her panties, she noticed a curious little kitten with softfuzzy arm-like appendages upon its shoulders. She swatted down to let the urine come out, but as the kitten was close,she also grasped it at the same time.
“Where did you come from?” sheasked it as a bit of hot urine jetted out of the hole in her body.
The cat looked up at her withmoist little eyes and it meowed. It couldn’thave been much older than six weeks.
“Maybe I should take you with me?”Sook asked looking around as another hot jet of urine flew out of her bodywetting the ground over her first watering of the grass.
Sook reached to pet it as she satthere, ready to let the real stream flow any minute. It was then, that the kitten purred and asSook’s urine poured out of her like lemon aide being poured from a jug, shefelt something tingle in her body. The airround her began to darken, and she fell over, some of her pee now spilling overher left leg as she lie there with her panties down and her skirt lifted infront of the red and black dressed woman.
The woman smiled, and as shewatched the girl pee the rest over herself she thought how cute the young childwas. Hours later, Sook woke up in asmall ten by ten room with bars on the front with the door closed tight. Inside the cell, she saw that kitten, andaround the room that she sat in as well as beyond the bars in the next room,she saw other similar animals including the mother cat with a full set offeathered wings. |
This is the older part, because I want to have the newer parts in the first post. I will now edit the first post to show Chapter Four and add to it when Chapter Five and Six are done.
I think this way, those that want to follow the story won't have to search though the pages to find the newer parts, but those interested in doing so, may do just that.
Please mods, let me organize this this way. I know it's different from what you are used to seeing, but I think it makes finding the newer parts easier for those that are following the story, and those that want to read it for the first time after it has already started... well, they can do the research if they like the latest parts.
Chapter One
“The Pulling”
Sandra walked through the corridors of the high school towards the office to accept her sentence, three days of in-school suspension, for the fight she had had with Robyn just the day before. She was not looking forward to this, and this being her first detention ever, she felt very nervous at what would be expected.
The sixteen year old sand colored blond with blue sparkling eyes and rosy cheeks was fairly popular among both boys and teachers, so some of her favorite teachers should wonder what would have caused her to snap as she had done yesterday, but it was no wonder to her. Robyn had been asking for it all year.
She wore a tan blouse on this day and some cut up stylish, but old jeans. Breakfast had been light in comparison to usual, and she even wore hiking shoes rather than her usual heels on this day. Everything felt different about going to detention.
Kim was in her first hour of P.E. when she started to feel like today was different though nothing about her appearance or the things around her seemed to confirm that. Her blue-black hair fell softly to her shoulders. Her green eyes were watching another girl dressing nearby. Her hands with painted pink nails were struggling to pull off her stylish jeans which were faded from wear and wash.
In another part of the world, Sook Nyul was walking down a narrow street through markets that were closing towards her home after a long day at school. The fifteen year old brown eyed girl had matt black hair that barely touched her shoulders.
The walk home was rather boring as usual, and no one really talked to her either at school or anywhere else. She was so different and in the words of a teenager, weird.
Across a small sea which was really a part of the Pacific Ocean, Mizuki was walking along with two of her best friends whom she had known since elementary school. Juku finally being finished for the day, they were chatting about the exams for the Tokyo University though those would not come for them for another couple of years.
Mizuki had her hair in two pigtails that went out the sides of her head rather than towards the back. Her brown eyes shined with life and energy.
As they approached her apartment buildings, the girls called out their usual last words and Mizuki headed for the apartment door that would take her in to see her mother.
In still some other part of the world but much further south, there was a girl that was named Jennifer that was now eating lunch with her classmates.
Jennifer was a strong girl, and she rarely took any word from another when she thought they were being disrespectful towards her.
Amy, some white kid who had grown up with as prejudiced parents as one could, looked around the cafeteria and decided to intrude upon Jennifer’s space. She had ten girls in tow with her, and Jennifer’s table was the only one that had almost enough seats left for them all to sit together.
“Get up,” Amy demanded of Jennifer and her friend.
“Why?”
“Because this is our table.”
“I don’t see your name on it.”
A bit of shoving lead to more violent pushing which concluded in a fierce tussle of hair pulling, hitting, biting and whatever that landed both girls in the office of the school director.
Jennifer had long black braided hair that fell nearly to her bottom. Her skin was, of course, dark but smooth and it was more brown than black. She had purple lip gloss on her lips and purple eye shadow above her eyes.
A black t-shirt and black jeans covered her body modestly though if she had had her way, she would have worn her supermodel mini-skirt and a sleeveless shirt that showed her belly, but of course her mother would never let her out the door like that.
The girls were all different and this story would show no connection at all, except for one thing that they all felt at the same time. There was a pulling. It wasn’t something physical that made them drop what they were doing or slow their actions, but it was a feeling that something was going to happen.
The day’s events felt dream-like. There was an eeriness as the girls approached the next door frame that they were walking towards. They walked towards it at the same moment.
Sandra was walking through the door frame that led to the detention room, Kim was walking through the girls’ room exit into the pool room, Sook was opening the door to her apartment and starting to step through the entrance hall, Mizuki was walking through her apartment door, and Jennifer was walking into the office for her school.
The five girls took their first step in since, and as nothing special happened, they completed their step into their respective rooms when they saw not the room they expected, but a field about them and four other girls staring at them as though wondering how they had happened to be whisked there, and ready to fight or flee.
Sandra and Jennifer were already in an offensive stance ready to fight. Mizuki looked behind her for the door she had just stepped through to find it missing, Sook looked for the nearest escape route but hesitated to move, and Kim put her hands to her face in surprise and gasped. “What the fuck?”
The five stared at one another for several moments before any of them made a move. Finally, the initial shock wearing off, Jennifer was the first to make a move.
“Well,” Jennifer decided that introductions were in order. “I’m Jennifer Saya. Since we are all in the same boat, we might as well know who we are stuck with.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Sandra agreed. “I’m Sandra. So, does anyone know where we are at all?”
One by one the girls introduced themselves and confirmed that no one really know where they were.
“Great,” Jennifer said sarcastically. “Well, at least we all speak French.”
“Don’t you mean English?” Sandra asked.
“No, it doesn’t seem right,” Mizuki added. “I took English for many years, but now I’m using my native Japanese tongue, so whatever has brought us here, seems to have given us the ability to understand one another.”
“Do you mean like Magic?” Kim asked a bit quietly.
“Maybe,” Mizuki considered. “What is important is that somehow we are communicating, so we can use that to our advantage.”
“True,” Jennifer agreed. “So what now?”
The girls looked around the sea of grass and the expanse of it seemed to go on forever. To one side, they could see the sun starting to drift downward. In the distance perpendicular to the sun’s route, they could see the silhouette of a building rising out of the field.
“Perhaps, we should explore that,” Sandra told the others.
“I guess Sook doesn’t talk much,” Kim observed.
Sook Nyul blushed in the setting light.
The five girls started to walk towards the unknown building in the distance, but something told them that they were being watched, and that perhaps the faster they made it there, the better. The girls felt as though they were being pushed towards the building but still they did not see any pursuers.
Sook, somehow feeling that they were about to be overrun by something, dropped to the ground without any thought. Jennifer observing this action, having grown up in Africa where it was best to hide if you could when you were being pursued realized the wisdom in this and also dropped to the ground.
Sandra, Kim, and Mizuki shrugged not knowing what the two girls were up to. They looked around wondering what was chasing them, and they watched as Jennifer, reaching out with her hands to feel the ground for twigs and other things that would make sounds giving her away, found a spear that she pulled up from the deep grass.
“Where did that come from?” Sook whispered.
“Just in the grass. There are lots of weapons in here. I think there must have been some kind of battle here before.”
Sook reached about and found that indeed, she could find a long sword and a dagger in the grass. She somehow felt that these things might be needed if the beings that were watching them were going to be hostile, she he kept them. Sandra looked down at her feet and also noticed a long sword and a bow. She picked these up without thought as the other two had done.
Mizuki reached down not really seeing the weapon before her hand grasped the pole of her own spear. And finally Kim pulled up a bag of sorts and a dagger. She felt around for some bigger weapon but could not find any.
“Just my luck,” she thought. “Well, better a dagger than nothing I supposed, but what of a bag? Maybe there might be something inside more useful?”
Reaching into the bag, she found that it had folder-like dividers that kept papers within it organized. She pulled out one paper to make sense of it, and the paper made even less sense. It had the Title Burning Hands scrawled across the top, and it had some strange directions scribbled beneath it.
“Well, I guess there must be a better weapon somewhere,” Kim complained towards the others.
The only things, that Sandra found, were arrows to go with her bow and an arrow bag to keep them in. Sook also found a bow and some arrows and Jennifer found four nicely made throwing spears which were shorter than the first spear she had found.
“Here,” she threw one of the shorter spears towards Kim. “You can try to use this until you find something better.” The shorter spear landed in the found sticking up towards her hand.
Kim took the spear still a little upset that she had not found anything better.
“Get low,” Jennifer told the other three girls. “Something is getting closer, and maybe it’ll miss us or at least let us have the advantage of surprise if it can’t see us.”
The other three girls quietly crouched down low.
Kim put the burning hands paper back in the bag and pulled out another paper which read the invisible hut across the top as the title. She shrugged thinking that it wouldn’t hurt to see what the paper said.
Close your eyes and imagine the safest room you’ve ever been in. With that image in mind, and keeping your eyes closed, reach out and pull as though you are opening a door. When you open your eyes, you should see that room around you, but the walls will be translucent, and you’ll be able to see the things outside as well. If you want to invite others into the safety of the invisible hut, simply tell them to open their own door, and they will appear in your little room. To leave the invisible hut, those with you only need to walk beyond the walls, but once you walk beyond the walls, the spell will end, and the hut will disappear.
The paper seemed so detailed that Kim wondered why anyone would go through the trouble of writing such things down if it really didn’t work.
“Kim,” Jennifer warned. “You are still not down enough, and I think I see some of the creatures coming now.”
“Creatures?”
“Yes. They aren’t men, but they aren’t animals either,” she whispered.
Kim closed her eyes and began to follow what the paper had said. When she opened her eyes, she could see that she was standing in the middle of the kitchen of her house. There were no doors or any connecting points though. It was only her kitchen.
“Quick,” Kim whispered to her new friends. “Close your eyes and pull the air like you are opening a door.”
Mizuki did so as though she had naturally expected it to do something, but the other three girls looked towards Kim’s position as though she were crazy, except, they couldn’t see her.
“Where are you?” Jennifer whispered.
“Just do what I said,” Kim said quickly.
Sook was the next to do so, and she was in the kitchen with Kim and Mizuki. The other two girls realized that Sook disappeared from their very eyes, and they shrugged and did the same thing.
The five girls looked at the shimmering translucent walls and waited still with their weapons out by chance that they may need them. One of the creatures that chased them ran through the grass, and the girls caught the first glance of this menacing monster.
It had brown fur all over its short body. Fangs protruded past it’s upper lip from its jaw, it had a pig snout, and it carried short swords upon it’s back when it ran on both its hands and feet like a cat. However, as it neared them, it sniffed the air, stood up and pulled the short sword from its back. It kept walking near the invisible hut, but kept coming just short of it not knowing, it seemed, that it was just outside the walls of the building.
“I smell magic,” one of the creatures that came into view said in a throat-like growl to the one that had first arrived.
“No matter. We have no time for whatever we had smelled. We must be off to Norak at once,” the other creature growled back. In all, fifteen such creatures gathered before they all put their swords back on their backs in the scabbards that they carried, and then they raced off on their hands and feet again like big cats.
“That was close,” Sook said. “There is no way we could have all fended them off even if we knew how to use these weapons we have. So, it seems that Kim has some special skills that saved us.”
“I wonder how you knew how to read that paper,” Sandra looked at Kim.
“Can’t you read it? It looks English to me.”
“No. I only see symbols and strange curvy lines when I look,” Sandra replied. None of the others could read the paper at all.
“Maybe, that’s why she found that bag,” Mizuki said.
“What? You mean someone like gave it to her?”
“Well, do you know anything about spirits?” Mizuki asked Jennifer.
“I know something about them, yes. I believe that they can guide you at times.”
“Well, what if the spirits had guided us to pick up the tools we were supposed to find?”
“Why would they do that though? We don’t even know if are in our world or not.”
“We aren’t,” Mizuki said. “I can feel that the balances are off.”
“Are you some kind of monk?” Kim asked her.
“No, but my family have been raised in the old ways which were mixed with Buddha practices a long time ago, and I’ve learned a lot about what the spirits can and can’t do.”
The girls looked at one another.
“Well,” Jennifer considered. “I suppose that a spear would be my weapon of choice if I had to fight. I have trained with a spear before for hunting.”
“I also know something about fencing,” Sandra said doubtfully. “But this weapon is way too heavy to use as I’ve learned. It will definitely require some additional practice to understand it.”
The girls all considered their tools, and though Sook also didn’t know much about her sword, she did realize that the dagger could be used much like she had learned to fight with street knives.
“I wonder if this place has any real food,” Kim asked aloud. Opening the cupboards and fridge however, she quickly learned that it was bare. “I guess we’ll have to find our own food.”
Jennifer said she could probably round up something, and with a bow in hand, Sandra said she’d go and try to get used to her bow. The girls pulled at thin air, and they seemed to melt out of the room. They could not see the girls inside the room, but the girls could see them through the transparent wall.
“You should mark your place,” Sook told them before they walked off. “You’ll want to be able to find us again.”
Jennifer nodded and stuck one of the shorter spears into the ground next to where she came out of the invisible hut, and she tied the ribbon from her hair on it.
“Now we can find the hut again as long as it doesn’t move or disappear,” she declared.
“Don’t worry, it won’t move,” Kim said cheerfully, and I don’t think it will disappear until I leave it.”
“That’s one useful magic you have there,” Mizuki commented.
The two girls left the invisible barrier together to find some food. Jennifer and Sandra crept through the grass hoping for something to come out quickly. Sandra looked back and realized that she was hopelessly lost from where the invisible room was.
“Jennifer,” she whispered nervously. “I don’t know if you realize it or not, but I think we are lost.”
“We aren’t lost,” Jennifer was very confident. “We came from that direction.”
“How do you know?”
“When you’ve hunted all your life in the wilderness like I have, you don’t easily get lost,” she whispered. “Be quiet, I think I see something we can eat.”
Sandra looked in the direction she was pointing, and she saw a deer.
The two girls crept up a bit closer to their quarry.
In the invisible room, Sook looked around and realized that she couldn’t see any toilets or washrooms. “It doesn’t even come with plumbing,” she complained.
“Why does it need plumbing?” Kim asked not understanding what that had to do with anything.
“Well, I have to pee,” Sook said.
“Oh, well, you can just go out in the grass and no one will really notice,” Mizuki said.
“I’d rather not,” Sook complained. “I have no idea of what is out in the grass, and I’m getting a bit worried about Sandra and Jennifer too. What if they met more of those monsters?”
“Well, it’s not going to help worrying about that,” Mizuki said. “If you are reluctant to go outside, why don’t you help me with this stove.”
There was a stove, but it was not a modern one. It was an old wood burning contraption which somehow, had wood already provided next to the stove. The wood wasn’t much mind you, maybe enough for getting the stove hot once maybe twice, but it would at least help warm them as the sun went down.
Sook’s leg was starting to shake, but she went over to the stove to help Mizuki. Kim, on the other hand, went to her bag to pull out the Burning Hands paper. She figured that there was no point in trying to do it the hard way if she had something like magic to help her.
Burning Hands:
Spread your hands so your fingers are far apart but your thumbs are touching. Now, concentrate on the fanning shape of fire bursting from your hands. The flames should shoot out a few inches, up to as far as a foot from your fingers. Be careful not to had anything in front of your hands that you don’t want burned. The magic will only last a moment, so don’t expect the flames to stay very long.
“I have something that should help start the fire,” Kim said as the girls prepared the logs. “You two should stand back though as I’m not sure how strong this magic is.”
Sook and Mizuki backed away from Kim as she fanned her fingers over the exposed log that was placed into the stove. She imagined the flames shooting from her fingers and she waited for moments until suddenly, there was a flash of light, and the logs were suddenly burning.
“That was fast,” Mizuki commented.
“Spooky,” Sook said. “I’m glad I wasn’t in front of you. There was almost no warning of what you were going to do.”
The wood smoldered, but it didn’t really catch.
“Rats,” Kim cursed. “I think we need something easier to catch the fire going. Do any of you have any paper that you don’t need?”
Mizuki then realized that she did still have her black book bag, more of a satchel kind of backpack that was very light weight, over her back. “I’m sure I have some papers in this that I can burn.”
Kim allowed Mizuki to roll up a few balls of paper and put them around the logs and then once she was back again, Kim tried the fire. There was the flash that happened previously, but suddenly, Kim felt feint and collapsed soon after the fire started.
Mizuki approached her quickly and felt her head.
“At least she’s not running a fever,” she told Sook. “I wonder if she used up too much of herself in this magic. I’ve heard that you can expend yourself if you somehow find the way to use magic but don’t know how to control it.”
“Well, at least she got a fire going,” Sook said as she sat in a kitchen chair. “Maybe if we just let her sleep, she’ll come back around.”
Finally, Jennifer and Sandra came back upon the spear that Jennifer had stuck in the ground. They each motioned for a door to open, and they came in upon the sleeping Kim and the two others sitting at the table with a roaring warm fire warming the stove.
“Oh, you got a fire going,” Jennifer said. “That’s great because now we can cook this.”
Sandra and Jennifer pulled the deer meat from Jennifer’s cloak that she had not realized that she had had, and they started to fry the meat.
“When did you get the long cloak?” Mizuki asked the black girl.
“Well, I think I got it when I reached for the javelins.”
“Javelins?”
“Yeah, you know, the short spears that are made for throwing.”
“Ah, yes.”
They were none of them that good of cooks, and they had never had deer before, but considering their lack of skill in cooking it, the smell aroused Kim, and the taste was not so bad.
“I think we should sleep here for the night,” Jennifer said. “As long as we have this magic room, no one can find us and that means we will have a restful sleep.”
“I need to go to the bathroom though,” Sook announced again.
“You can just go quickly out there in the grass,” Jennifer looked at her.
“I’m not going out there by myself. I don’t know what is lurking in the brush.”
“Fine, I’ll go with you,” Sandra spoke up glad that she didn’t have to sound as scared as she felt. “I kind of have to go anyway.”
By pairs, the girls took turns going, but that left Kim in a pickle because if she left the magic room, it would completely disappear, and she knew she had no more power right now to make another room. Besides, it was hard to tell what would happen to the food that they still had on the table if they didn’t do something with it first before she broke the spell.
“Aren’t you going to go?” Jennifer asked Kim.
“I can’t leave the hut or it will disappear,” Kim sounded dejected. “I guess I’ll just have to wait until morning.”
“Well, I suppose you could just pee on the floor,” Mizuki said. “It’s not like it’s real anyway, and when we leave, it will most likely just soak into the grass.”
“I’m not going to pee on the floor,” Kim said grossed out. “Then we’d have to smell it all night and be careful not to step in it. I’ll just wait, thanks.”
“Suit yourself,” Jennifer shrugged. “We should get some sleep and then tomorrow, let’s go get a look at that building in the distance.”
“Sure,” the other girls agreed.
The warmth provided by the burning stove made it a little more comfortable to sleep despite the hard ground or floor that the girls had to lie on. With the stove being a part of the outside of the circle, the girls made like a circle so they would all be warm enough through the night.
Kim, feeling scared to join the circle wandered to a far corner of the room, but Mizuki walked over where she was to convince her that it would be warmer by the stove.
“Kim, why are you way over here? You’ll get cold tonight.”
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to wait all night, and then if I wet, I may get some of you.”
“You could just do it over here right now, and then you won’t have to worry about it and the fire will dry your clothes for you.”
“Um… you don’t understand,” Kim had tears sliding down her face as she prepared to admit a secret that she kept from her classmates at school for fear of being made fun of.
“What is it?” Sook was now squatting down next to her. “We all know you have to pee, and if you are scared to remove your clothes in front of people you just met, we can understand. We won’t laugh at you if you pee your pants.”
“It’s not just that,” Kim blushed. “Even if I try to pee on the floor on purpose and take off my pants…,” she turned her head away trying to hide her tears. “I just sometimes, even if I go to the bathroom before I sleep…,” Kim was shaking still trying to find the nerve to complete the thought.
“No one will care,” Sandra now came over to comfort her. “Everyone has things that they try to hide from others, but it you often wet the bed, that will be something that will be hard to hide from us if we are going to be stuck together for a while. We won’t make fun of you. I promise.”
Kim looked back at the other girls particularly up at Sandra with wet eyes that were still leaking tears. “Re—really?”
“I promise. If anyone laughs at you, I’ll personally beat them up. But even if you might wet the bed, do me a favor and take off your jeans at least and pee right now so that you don’t have to try to sleep on a full bladder, okay?”
Kim nodded her face still red and hot.
Jennifer didn’t come over nor did Sook, but still they felt for the mage that couldn’t leave the invisible hut that would keep them safe for the night.
Kim faced a corner, squatting with just her panties on. Sandra had taken her jeans and taken them to hang on a chair for the night. Then she removed her own jeans and draped them over another chair. Mizuki saw her and decided that it might be a good idea too.
“What…what are you doing?” Sook asked them.
“If Kim has a bedwetting problem, then it would be hard to go all day tomorrow in wet pants if she leaks across the floor, so this way at least our pants will be dry when we wake up.”
Mizuki nodded adding “I think we should all do the same thing. I also think it would be a good idea if anyone needs to get up in the night, that you don’t leave the invisible hiding place until you wake someone up so that you can find it again when you are ready to come back inside.”
Sandra agreed.
Jennifer didn’t hesitate and took off her pants, but still Sook didn’t move to do so.
“What’s wrong, Sook?” Jennifer asked her. “We are all girls, unless you….”
“No, I am a girl. It’s just…,” and it was her turn to blush and look down nervously.
“What is it?” Sandra put her arm around her. “No one will make fun of you no matter what.”
“I… um… earlier, remember? I was a little scared to go out there by myself?”
Mizuki nodded.
“My panties are a little wet.”
“That’s okay,” Sandra hugged her a little more. “I wouldn’t expect either you, Kim, or even Mizuki to go out there alone. I’m not sure why, but I don’t feel like you are very good fighters, and with things like those monsters out there, you really shouldn’t be taking any chances.”
Sook nodded.
Sandra unzipped Sook’s pants because she could sense that Sook was still nervous and ashamed to the point that she wasn’t ready to remove her pants by herself. And as she held Sook close and helped her, she could smell that Sook was probably a little more wet than she wanted to admit, and as Sandra went to pull down her jeans, she could see that indeed, Sook had a little pee that ran partly down the thigh of her jeans and her crotch was soaked.
She hugged her. “It’s okay, Sook, I promise.”
Finally she had Sook’s pants off of her, and she put these closest to the stove with the wet crotch fully exposed to the fire so it would dry, but now Sook was in wet panties.
“Well, if you didn’t mind taking off your panties, we could put those close to the fire and let them dry too,” Sandra looked at Sook to see what she’d say to that.
“Is… is anyone else going to take off her panties?”
None of the other girls looked like they would want to.
“I’ll just leave them on, then. It’s okay.”
“Why don’t you sleep closest to the fire then,” Sandra helped her. “That way it can dry your panties some if Kim doesn’t pee too much on the floor. If she does, then we’ll all be in wet panties anyway.”
Sook nodded.
Kim finished peeing through her panties in the corner and came back to where the other girls were.
“You can sleep on the other side closest to the fire,” Sandra directed Kim. “If you keep from wetting the bed, that will help your panties dry out, okay?”
Kim just nodded still feeling ashamed for peeing her panties in the corner of the room on purpose.
It wasn’t long before all of the girls found themselves falling asleep.
Chapter Two
The next morning, all five girls woke up, their panties completely dry. Sandra reached for Sook’s jeans and felt the crotch before handing them over to her. “They’re dry,” she commented.
Sook blushed realizing what Sandra was doing.
“So, shall we have some more deer before we head out?” Jennifer asked as she woke up with the others.
“Are you wet?” Sook asked Kim.
“No, I’m okay.”
“Yeah, let’s have some of that meat. I’m starving,” Sandra replied to Jennifer.
The girls redressed into their pants and had some deer meat to hold them for the morning.
“Well, I guess it’s time we find out what is out there,” Sandra said feeling full.
“I was thinking,” Jennifer cut across her. “I don’t know why, but whatever brought us here seems to have given us weapons according to our personalities, and that being the case, I think that Kim needs to be protected carefully, and also Mizuki and Sook might also be a little weaker or maybe just less skilled that either of us,” she looked at the other girls for a response before going on.
“Well, it’s true that I don’t really have a good weapon to defend myself with,” Kim said as she looked down at the floor.
“What are you saying?” Sandra asked her.
“Well, I think we should somehow put Kim in the middle of us so that she isn’t attacked so easily because though she is weaker than we are, we would definitely have not survived the night had it not been for her unique skills. Since both Sook and Mizuki also seem a little weaker, they must have other skills as well, so I think you and I should pair with one of them to help protect our backs, you know? So we don’t lose anyone because I have a feeling that we are all valuable in some ways, and the two of us, well, our strengths are just obvious, you know?”
“Yeah, I think that makes sense,” Sandra agreed. “So Sook, will you be my partner?”
“Sure.”
“Okay, then Mizuki and I will take the lead, Kim should walk in the middle behind us, and then you two follow up.”
“Why are we in the back if Kim is weaker?” Mizuki asked.
“Well, if someone tries to come from behind, they might expect our weakest members to be there, but actually our only weak link will be in the middle and difficult to get to without one of us being able to see and defend her and more than likely two of us,” Sandra explained.
“I see.”
The girls gathered up their things and as soon as Kim walked out of the invisible hut, just as the directions had stated, the whole thing disappeared, though the others wouldn’t have realized any difference since it always disappeared when they walked out of it anyways.
“Okay, Bathroom breaks first,” Jennifer said. “The pairs will first take turns so that one girl can protect her buddy while the other two fighters protect Kim. Once the fighters all go, then we’ll all watch out for Kim while she goes.”
“Sounds good,” Sook agreed. She didn’t want to tell the others that she had to go too soon because though it was daytime, she was still nervous to go alone after what they had seen the night before.
Once the basic needs were met, and all the girls were comfortable, they started on their trek towards the building that stuck up in the distance.
A couple of hours later, the girls noticed that the grasses that were pushed down and the tracks of those goblins diverted away from the building in the distance and then turned towards the direction that the sun set in. This put Jennifer at some ease that the others could not miss, and as Kim realized that even Jennifer was put at ease, she didn’t feel as much shame at being scared of those things.
Finally, the cabin could be seen more clearly. Only magic would explain why they noticed it last night in the darkness and even in the day with it being so far away, but now they saw it. The cabin was just a small resort kind of place. They could hear dogs barking from near its front door though they were a bit too far to see the dogs yet. There was smoke coming from the chimney meaning that the owner had to be there. There was really nowhere else to go, so the girls looked at one another, gulped a couple of times, and proceeded towards the front door.
Kim was very nervous and Sandra could see her shaking.
“Don’t worry,” Sandra tried to calm her. “I’m a little nervous too, but we are together. Even a couple of dogs wouldn’t fair well against the five of us.”
“I hope you’re right,” Kim said shaking not really too embarrassed to let her fear be known about now.
Sook pulled out the bow that she had, and Sandra seeing this, decided that might be a good idea and pulled out hers as well. Jennifer always had her long spear out because it was too big to put anywhere, and Mizuki, feeling the caution of her sisters, decided it was time to draw her blade, the scimitar on her left side.
Kim looked through her folders in her bag as she walked trying to find an interesting title before pulling out a paper as it would be difficult to manage papers while she was walking. She thought that the organizer of this spell satchel had been quite clever in organizing it so well.
The girls stopped about a hundred paces from the door. They could see a large dog that resembled a wolf guarding the cabin.
“Killing the owner’s dog won’t make him very happy,” Jennifer stopped the others and looked to Kim. “Do you think you could somehow distract him or do something to make him less threatening?”
“I’m already looking,” Kim whispered as she continued looking through her folders. Sleep.
“Ah, this one might work,” she pulled out a paper. “Just don’t let it get close to us before I finish the magic,” she warned the others just before she started to read the directions.
“Okay, for this to work, I’ll need you two to open up some so I don’t get you with this. It should put the dog to sleep if I understand it correctly.”
Jennifer and Mizuki gave some space for Kim to get her spell between them, and they closed the distance to the point that Kim required. By then, the dog was becoming defensive, and it stood up growling at the trespassers. Jennifer pointed her spear towards it just in case, and Mizuki shaking, had both of her hands on her scimitar.
Just as Kim had the spell prepared and released it, the door to the cabin opened, and the sparkling cloud that only Kim could see, floated ahead towards the cabin and caught both the wolf dog and the owner that had opened the door.
The dog became drowsy and though it continued to growl in its nearly blissful state, it was falling asleep. Not less than a few seconds after the dog started breathing heavy, the old man that had opened the door fell nearly on top of the dog and started snoring as well.
His hair was as white as snow, and only covered the sides and back of his head. His glasses fell off of his face and rested in front of the sleeping body of his dog. His shirt was plaid colored and he looked much like Sandra’s grandfather.
“Well, that’s unlucky,” Jennifer commented. “Still, better than killing the dog.” She walked into the open door of the cabin to have a look around.
The others girls, scared of letting anyone of them out of sight, but also a bit nervous of breaking in, were nervous to go in except for Sook who shrugged. “Well, I suppose it can’t be helped,” was her only comment as she was the second one to pass through the door.
Kim picked up the man’s glasses and took them in to put on a table so they wouldn’t be broken.
The ladies looked around the small cabin and found it seemed to be just one room. On one side of the room, there was a kitchen area with a table and old wood burning stove but it was missing a proper refrigerator. In the middle, it seemed to have a desk against the far wall and a small throw rug, and on the others side of the room, there was a single sleeping bed.
“The man lives simply, doesn’t he?” Sandra commented. All of them seemed to realize the same thing though. He had no running water neither to the kitchen, nor did they see any place that would allow him to use the toilet or take a bath.
“I guess he just goes outside to pee,” Jennifer commented. “But how does he bathe if he has no water?”
“Shall we look out back?” Sandra asked.
The girls nodded and they carefully stepped around the sleeping dog and man and saw in the backyard, an outhouse and an old water pump. There was also a fairly large wooden tub that lay in the ground near the pump.
“Does he take cold baths?” Mizuki shivered.
“He probably heats up the water on the stove first,” Jennifer said as though it should have been obvious.
Sook slipped back inside the cabin to see if there was anything useful to help them on their journeys. The other girls were too interested in the man’s shed which was also in the back to notice her disappear.
The shed held some interesting tools that even Jennifer had never seen before, but definitely were related to living in the rough. He had a long pole with a blade curved just right for cutting at plants probably for chopping the grass around his cabin which made his yard look rather nice. He had some other things in there that implied that he might have been a craftsman of some kind also.
Near the shed, he also had three horses tied to a tree with a food sack tied so that they could easily reach in and take mouthfuls at a time. A water trough was placed within their pacing so they would be able to drink.
Mizuki walked over to the horses and patted them on the noses wondering what she could learn from them. She did this as though it were a perfectly normal thing to do, and even as she did so, the other three girls were too interested in the tools in the shed to notice.
“Good horse,” Mizuki whispered. “Now, can you tell me where your master normally rides you?”
Mizuki felt a tug to the west, and somehow she felt as though she knew there would be civilization in that direction.
“I see. And why does he live out here by himself so far from other people?”
Again, the horse never spoke, but she felt her heart quickening as though something scared her, and she felt humiliated as if she was being stared at naked by hundreds of eyes.
“I see.”
Mizuki walked away from the horses, first stroking the helpful one on the muzzle first.
“Well, I think I know where we can find more help,” Mizuki told the other three girls as she walked into the shed that she now realized had not been a shed at all, but rather a forge with blacksmithing tools. “Wow!”
“Yeah,” said Jennifer. “This guy must make things for someone though.”
“He does,” Mizuki said quietly. “The horses say that there is a town or something in the same direction as where the sun sets.”
“Then, perhaps we have found all we can here,” Sandra whispered wondering how long that man would sleep.
“We should get going soon,” Kim had the same thoughts as the spell paper had not told her exactly how long it would last. “Maybe we should go before we are taken as thieves.”
“Where is Sook?” Sandra noticed her disappearance.
Sook came around from the front of the cabin at just that moment. “I found some stuff that should help us on our journey,” she looked at the others looking at her. “The old man is still asleep. What?”
Sook was carrying a bag with some food in it and a few stolen arrows that she saw under the bed. “Look, we might need these, and it’s not like he’ll really miss it. He has plenty of food and it looks like he knows how to make more arrows.”
“Fine, let’s just go,” Jennifer decided to drop it.
“We can’t still this stuff,” Sandra said.
“Fine, do you want to wake him and ask for it?” Sook asked.
Sandra shook her head. “It’s still wrong.”
“Says who? We didn’t take everything from him, and I’m sure though he’ll miss it, that he won’t really hurt from not having it.”
Sandra sighed, and the five of them walked away from the cabin. Sandra wasn’t the only one feeling guilty though. Kim and Mizuki also felt a little guilty. The three girls walked as though they felt that any moment, some law person would stop them and arrest them all.
Jennifer felt no guilt in surviving, and Sook had taken things all her life so that she was long past caring what others thought. It was the kind of life she had grown up living. If you didn’t take what you needed, then you would die because no one would just give it to you, and it was a sad fact of living poor in Korea for so long.
The girls walked in silence for some time, and before they knew it, the day was wearing thin again.
“Maybe we should have taken the horses too,” Jennifer considered.
“Are you kidding?” Mizuki asked. “We don’t even know how to ride them, and it’s bad enough that we had taken anything at all from a man that we had not even given a chance to see if he was nice or not.”
“Okay… okay,” Jennifer backed down. “I was just saying it’s unlucky that we might have to stay another night out in the wilderness.”
“Well, we do have Kim’s Invisible shelter to hide us, and thanks to Sook, we even have some extra food besides the deer meat you had provided us with last night.”
“True.”
Kim looked through her papers, and found the invisible hut again, but this time, she imagined a hotel room with four beds as that was the most beds she had ever seen in a hotel before.
“Not bad,” the other girls complimented her once they looked around.”
“One problem though,” Sandra pointed out. “There are only four beds and five of us.”
“I’ll sleep on the floor,” Kim looked down. “The paper is very specific in how the spell works and since the most beds I’ve ever seen in a room were four, this is the best I can do.”
“No, I’ll sleep on the floor,” Jennifer said. “I’m used to it where I grew up and you need your strength so you can do this every night until we find a safe place to stay.”
“Are you sure?” Kim asked.
“Yes.”
“No,” Sandra said. “The beds are not that small. I’m sure Jennifer, that if one of us sleeps with either Kim or Mizuki, that there will be enough space for all of us to sleep. Kim and Mizuki are pretty small girls and so wouldn’t take up as much room.”
“Actually, it would probably be easiest if the two of us slept together,” Mizuki pointed out. “Since we are the smallest, we probably wouldn’t be in each other’s way as much.”
“But I…” Kim hated to remind them.
“We know you have a problem with wetting the bed especially in this situation since you cannot leave your shelter without it disappearing,” the other girls said.
“I don’t care,” Mizuki added. “I used to sleep with my sister who sometimes wet on me by accident too. I honestly don’t care.”
“It’s settled then,” Sandra agreed. “Mizuki and Kim can share a bed and the rest of us will be able to sleep comfortably.”
Chapter Three
It had been a good idea to make the hut into a bedroom. The beds came complete with sheets and blankets to make the room comfortable, and instead of a heater that would be found in Kim’s normal world, she did find an old wood burning furnace that would keep the room warm that was set in the middle of the beds.
Jennifer and Sandra made a fire outside with rocks large enough to keep it from getting out of hand to trap it. They prepared the dinner while the other three girls hung out in the room simply talking.
“You said you talked to a horse, right?” Sook asked Mizuki a little suspicious. “It seems that Kim needs to do some special things to make her magic work, and some of those directions are on pieces of papers so she can remember, but you don’t have any papers. How did you talk to the horse?”
“I… I don’t know,” Mizuki responded. “The horse didn’t really even talk, but I could feel what it wanted to tell me.”
“So you can talk to animals? I wonder why you didn’t talk to the dog then?”
“It was a little scary to approach if you remember.”
“Yeah, I guess it was. It’s just that if you can talk to it, perhaps, you would have spelled it in a way that we would have gotten to talk to the old man.”
“Yeah, well we could have if you hadn’t ripped him off.”
“Hey, this is survival. I’m not going to starve if he has plenty and won’t be greatly inconvenienced if we just take a little.”
Mizuki sighed. “Well, I guess we did need to eat, too.”
“I’m going to go see if Jennifer will cover for me,” Sook said. “You should see if someone will cover you too before we sleep or you’ll be in the same situation as poor Kim.”
“Well, it really wouldn’t matter if I did get in that situation since I have to sleep with her,” Mizuki said. “Still, I’ll go after you.”
Sook left the invisible shelter and approached Jennifer.
Kim watched longingly. “I suppose I could have tried to imagine a bathroom,” she spoke aloud what she was thinking.
“And if you did,” Mizuki looked her in the eye. “Where would we sleep, and how would we all fit?”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Besides, are you sure the toilet would work right if you did imagine such a place. I notice that in the kitchen, we had a wood burning stove instead of an electric one, and even in this bedroom, the heater is an old wood furnace.”
“That’s true. They don’t seem to have any modern conveniences here despite having magic that should make it possible to overcome.”
“I think it would be good if you did imagine a bathroom first thing in the morning because if it works, we could all get cleaned up then.”
“That is true,” Kim said. “But for it to stay, I’ll have to stay in the bathroom and no one would really have any privacy except me.”
“Right now, I’d rather not have any privacy than continue for another day without a bath.”
Kim nodded.
Sook came back and patted Mizuki on her back. “Your turn. Sandra said she’ll take you.”
“Okay. I wish there was something we could do for Kim though.”
“You could just drop your pants and pee somewhere in the room,” Sook told Kim.
“I—I can’t,” Kim blushed. “I’ve never been raised that way. Going out in the grass almost covered is hard enough. This is just too embarrassing.”
“I understand,” Sook said though she really didn’t.
Finally the other brought in the food for the girls to eat. By then, Sook had convinced Kim to at least remove her jeans so that if she did wet, at least her jeans wouldn’t get it. And just so that Kim wasn’t the only one in panties, Sook removed hers as well, and Mizuki also decided that if she was going to sleep with Kim, then it would be better to try to spare her pants from getting wet, so she also sat in just panties.
The two warrior girls looked at the three dressed in just panties, shrugged and removed their pants as well.
“So, do you know how far we have to travel?” Jennifer asked Mizuki.
“The horse seemed to think it took quite a while, almost a day, and since we are on foot, I’d guess that might mean as much as two or three days for us.”
Sandra nodded. “We are so lucky that Kim can keep us safe at night. And she actually made it comfortable this time.”
By then, Kim’s legs were starting wiggle some.
“You really should just pee in a corner even if it’s through your panties,” Mizuki told Kim. It would be better than wetting our bed and then we’d have to sleep in it.”
Kim gulped but knew that Mizuki had a point. “Can—can everyone not watch when I try to pee my panties then?”
The other girls nodded.
Kim went around the stove that was in the middle of the room, squatted and started to try to relax so the pee would come out. She was still a little nervous, but the only other thing she could do was leave the room and then hope she had enough energy to call it back into being. She also remembered yesterday, when she had tried to start the fire twice, that she had passed out the second time.
As Kim squatted trying to make the pee come out in her panties, she suddenly heard something from beyond the shimmering wall that tightened her muscles up even more.
The other girls heard the sounds and drew their weapons just to be ready, but as the sounds came, they quickly came into view and then ran off without stopping. The same monsters that they had seen the day before were returning the way they had come.
“Lucky we had this place,” Sandra stated for the others knowing that there was no way the five of them could face that many monsters at once.
Kim waited for the monsters to pass and then she tried to push again to get her body to let go.
“She’s having a really hard time, isn’t she?” Jennifer observed though she wasn’t watching Kim directly.
“Well, Americans aren’t exactly raised to pee in our room even if we leave our pants up.”
“Neither are Japanese,” Mizuki said a little forcefully.
“Koreans neither,” Sook put in.
“I don’t think anyone is,” Jennifer said once everyone had a say. “But this isn’t really in a house, is it? I mean, it disappears when she leaves and she’s really just peeing on the ground.”
“Yeah, but even in the grass, it was a little hard for me to just pull my pants down,” Sandra said to the room. “American girls just think… well, it’s not decent to pee in front of everyone.”
“Do you think there is any way we can help?” Jennifer asked.
“Perhaps, if we all left the room and gave her a few minutes by herself, she might even pull down her panties which might make it easier to come out.”
“Let’s do that then,” Jennifer said as she made the gesture that would send herself out of the room.
As Kim realized that only Sook and she were alone in the room, it did make it easier, and she felt some dribble into her panties. Once Sook had left the room, she pulled down her panties, with a little more leaking into them first, and she finally peed relieving herself. Closing her eyes, she could still feel that she was outside, and therefore, she was not being dirty and peeing in the room.
When Kim opened her eyes, and looked down, she realized that her urine had disappeared from the room, which made her feel a lot better. And she called to others.
“I’m finished. You can come back in.”
“Once everyone was back inside, they saw that her panties were only a little damp.”
“So you were able to remove your panties after all?” Jennifer asked.
Kim nodded.
“For now on, when Kim has to pee, we just leave the room for her, okay everyone?”
Everyone agreed.
Before they knew it, they had eaten their fill and were turning in to sleep.
Mizuki and Kim were to sleep in the same bed though, and that made Kim a little nervous, but she had little choice.
“I hope I don’t wet,” Kim whispered blushing at Mizuki.
“I already told you it doesn’t matter,” and Mizuki turned to face Kim and hugged her. “I really won’t care if you pee or not.”
Kim nodded still feeling a bit hot in her face.
The next morning, Kim woke up in a dry bed and Mizuki looked at her as their eyes opened at nearly the same time.
“See? You were so worried and you didn’t even wet,” Mizuki smiled. “Do you have to pee now?”
Kim nodded.
“It’s okay if you want to just wet in the bed or you can get up and go over there before anyone else wakes up.”
“I don’t think I can go out there with everyone still sleeping,” Kim blushed.
“Then just wet the bed. It’s okay,” Mizuki encouraged her.
“I don’t think I can do it on purpose.”
“I see. Well, I might be able to help you do it.”
“How?”
“Well, do you want to? You know, so you won’t have to be in any more discomfort?”
“If I do, I won’t have any dry panties to wear and you’ll get wet too.”
“I don’t mind,” Mizuki took off her shirt. “I’ll just take off my shirts so I can wear them after wards.”
“Okay, I guess it might be better to just get rid of it rather than being in pain for who knows how long they’re going to sleep.”
“Good, roll over on your side.”
Kim did as she was asked, and Mizuki touched her lower back.
Kim felt something going through her body like a kind of jumpy feeling in her nerves. Kim was definitely doing something that was making her body feel strange. Before she knew it, the jumpy nerves had found her bladder and then her panties started to feel wet. She was doing it, she was peeing herself awake in bed while Mizuki was touching her lower back. She didn’t want to stop though, and the pee continued to flow freely until it was completely out of her. The bedding around her somehow soaked it all in, and the only place she felt wet at all was in her panties.
“I… I did it,” she told Mizuki.
Mizuki stopped touching her back. “Feel better?”
Kim nodded.
It seemed that not more than a few seconds after Kim had peed herself, Sook stood up and walked over to Jennifer to shake her awake.
“What is it, Sook?”
“Please come with me. I have to pee badly.”
“You’re a big girl,” Jennifer groaned still wanting another moment or two of sleep.
“I know, but I’m still scared that those monsters might still be close by,” Sook said. “I don’t want to pull my pants down without being covered by someone that can fight.”
“Alright,” Jennifer sighed. “Mizuki, you might as well come too so you don’t wet yourself too. I assume Kim is already wet?”
Mizuki nodded and so did Kim.
“It’s okay Kim. I think it’s just natural that you wet the bed while we are in this situation so don’t worry about it, okay?”
Kim nodded though her face still felt hot every time it was brought up.
The girls took care of their basic needs including eating and dressing, and though the others told Kim that she should just take off her panties and put on her jeans without them, she wouldn’t do it, and as a result, some of the pee soaked into the crotch of her jeans from her soaked panties.
The girls finished getting ready and then they started on their way in the direction that only Mizuki seemed to know.
At around noon, Kim realized that her panties and jeans had finally dried out and the girls all took potty breaks covering one another and everyone covering Kim to make sure that they were all safe.
“How much further?” Sandra asked Mizuki as they shared their potty break.
“I think it should be just about an hour or two now.”
“It’s funny how you know that kind of thing. Do you feel some kind of strange power or feeling when you try to do things like this?”
“Not really,” Mizuki said. “I just somehow know stuff, and I even feel like it I just touch you, I can make you feel comfort when you are upset or not feeling well.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Like right now, I bet you feel nervous and would like someone to calm you, but you are not sure anyone can calm you until you get back to your home.”
“Yeah.”
“Can I try?”
“Sure. What do you need to do?”
“Just let me touch you.”
Mizuki touched Sandra on her breasts which made her blush at first, and had she not given permission in the first place, she would have definitely slapped Mizuki.
Within moments, Mizuki started to feel Sandra breathing a bit deeper and easier.
Sandra also felt a load being taken off of her mind. She felt refreshing air actually filling her lungs, and she breathed easily and the stress of their situation made her laugh and all of her muscles became loose and relaxed.
“That was wonderful,” Sandra explained to Mizuki. “Do you think you can do that for everyone?”
“I might try,” she shrugged. “I think Kim is already a bit relieved from this morning.”
“This morning?”
“Well, I touched her so that she wouldn’t be so nervous about wetting herself since she was scared to do anything about her full bladder when any of you might have awakened at any moment.”
“You helped her pee her pants?”
Mizuki nodded.
“I want you to try to help Sook next. She is the one that is really making things a bit stressful as she really is scared of those monsters.”
“If she permits me to touch her, I can help her, but if she is truly scared of them, I don’t think my power can completely override it.”
“Well try anyway.”
When the girls were all back together, Sandra told Sook to see Mizuki, and they explained that Mizuki was going to try to help her relax and feel a bit calmer.
“Alright,” Sook agreed and even allowed Mizuki to grab her breasts.
Mizuki felt Sook’s anxiety fill her up and then escape through her own body. She had to stand there a long time, touching Sook’s breasts and even massaging them as the anxiety flowed through the two bodies and the process was draining on Mizuki. Finally after nearly ten minutes, Mizuki fell to the ground exhausted but her eyes were still open, and Sook stepped back and smiled for the first time since they met.
“That does feel better,” she said to the others.
Jennifer could see that Mizuki was spent though, and suddenly, Mizuki didn’t know where they were going.
“I’m sorry. I’m sure I’d know in just a few hours, but I’m so exhausted.” She complained.
Kim shrugged and imagined a living room which came into view. Though there seemed no direction to do so, she held Mizuki’s hand as she opened the room, and Mizuki came in with her without even having to stand up.
Jennifer and Sandra worked together to lift the smaller girl up onto a sofa. The thing that they all noticed was that once again, all things that relied on electricity and plumbing had been taken out. In the place of lights, they found lanterns on inn tables, and they found candle holders along the walls.
The television had been replaced by a vast library of books.
“Well, it’s not very entertaining,” Kim apologized, “but at least Mizuki can rest in safety here, and we can all take a load off of our feet.”
“I think you two should be careful with your powers,” Jennifer observed. “It seems that you are replenished after a good sleep, but there seems to be a limit to your power besides.”
“Yeah, I noticed that too,” Kim shrugged. “Still, it seemed best to give Mizuki something comfortable to rest on if she needs to rest. Perhaps I should also take a nap and that might replenish my strength as well.”
“Agreed,” Jennifer said. “Sook, why don’t you stay here so when we are looking for the invisible hut we have someone awake that can tell us where it is so we can rejoin you. I think Sandra and I should go out and scout around to see if we can find the village that Mizuki said we should be approaching soon.”
Sook nodded and left the two warriors to their quest. She took a book from the bookcase and started to read.
“Are you sure you can find exactly where the hut should be?” Sandra asked a little nervous to leave the others yet again.
“Yes. I’ve grown up hunting with my father all my life, and we would often have our camp as a meeting place. If you didn’t learn quickly to tell where camp was, you didn’t survive long as a hunter.”
“Well, at least we have one girl that is used to living in the wilderness with us. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to lead the others without someone like you to help me.”
“You don’t honestly think that you’re the…”
“Oh, no,” Sandra quickly stopped Jennifer from getting the wrong idea. “It’s just that if you were not here, who do you think the others would depend on since they don’t seem really strong?”
“You do have a point, but let’s not consider anyone a leader for now, is that alright?” Jennifer asked.
Sandra nodded.
They walked in the general direction that Mizuki had been leading them, and after nearly thirty minutes, down a slope, they saw a rather large city laid out before them.
“Well, there is the city,” Jennifer was smiling. “I think we should get back and tell the others the good news that we only half an hour from it.”
“Do you think you can watch for me?” Sandra asked.
“Oh, um… sure.” Jennifer shrugged.
Back at the invisible hut, two of the young ladies were resting peacefully and Sook was reading a book. Though Sook started to get worried a bit when the other two girls didn’t return after nearly forty-five minutes, she didn’t dare wake the other two girls because their magic might be needed later.
She did notice that a puddle started to form beneath Kim and shook her head. The poor kid really did have a problem with bed wetting which obviously wasn’t just a night problem. She took note of it, and figured she’d ask the others for some advice about how to help her when they returned.
Once Sandra was finished, and then Jennifer confessed that she should go too, they started back for the invisible hut talking happily that they were almost to civilization where they might be able to find out how they got in this mess and maybe find someone that could send them home.
When the two warriors had returned from scouting, they saw Kim lying in her puddle of water, her jeans soaked and felt a little empathy for her.
“She’s going to have no choice but to go into town like that,” Sandra observed to Sook and Jennifer.
“Oh well, it could be worse for her,” Jennifer said. “At least she’ll be with friends, and by the time they wake up, if it’s dark, probably not too many will notice.”
“I’ve kind of gotta go right now too,” Sook told the two warriors.
“Well, let’s take you outside before you wet yourself then,” Sandra smiled at her. “We can’t all wet ourselves or we won’t have anyone confident enough to ask for help.”
Sook giggled. “Why did you?”
“No. I was just trying to make you feel better.”
“Oh, okay,” Sook giggled again. The two left the invisible hut together to find a private place for Sook to go.
That was when Kim started to stir and she looked down at her wet pants and then up at Jennifer who smiled at her.
“Who all saw it?” she asked her.
“Everyone except Mizuki, but it doesn’t matter, Kim. We already told you that it’s okay, and you did tell us that you pee the bed, so we can understand that you wet in your sleep, okay?”
Kim nodded her face feeling hot as usual about it.
“We found Mizuki’s city,” Jennifer tried to change the topic. “Once Mizuki wakes up, we’ll head that way, and get nice rooms for the night if we can.”
“I’m wet,” Kim said feeling her face burning up as she acknowledged it yet again.
“I know. It will probably be dark when we get there though, so I don’t think anyone will notice as long as you stay quiet and next to us.”
Kim nodded.
“Do you have any idea of what we’ll do for money?” Kim asked Jennifer.
“I believe that Sook has already taken care of that problem,” Jennifer shrugged.
“She stole the old man’s money too?” Kim was now really feeling awkward.
“I don’t think she got it all from him, no. But I do suspect that some of it came from him.”
“Where else would she have gotten it?”
“I think she’s carrying around a pouch that doesn’t seem very Korean with her. She probably found it when we each found our weapons.”
“Ah, then surely she could have at least paid the man for the things we took?”
“I don’t think that’s her… ah… style,” Jennifer said as though the whole thing amused her.
“No, I suppose it’s not,” Kim had to agree.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay,” Kim shrugged.
“I mean, do you feel a bit rested and ready in case you need to use your magic again?”
“Well, I can’t really say since I’m really unsure of how it all works, but I’m sure I can use at least one magic ability before needing any sleep.”
“That’ll have to do then,” Jennifer shrugged. “Hopefully, Sook won’t be too stingy and will let us get you something clean in town so you won’t have to stay in wet pants.”
“Yeah,” Kim looked down a little ashamed of herself.
Sandra and Sook came in and at that moment, Mizuki woke up.
“How are you doing?” Jennifer asked her.
“I’m okay, but I don’t think I’m ready to use another spell yet,” Mizuki shrugged. “I don’t think I can tell you where that city is yet.”
“It doesn’t matter. We already know,” Jennifer told her. “While you were sleeping, Sandra and I found it.”
“Oh, that’s good. So, are we going to go there tonight or tomorrow?”
“We need to go tonight. Kim needs some clean clothes because she’s had an accident.”
Mizuki looked at Kim and realized what had happened. “Poor Kim. I could probably help a little once my magic returns.”
“How would you help?” Kim asked her.
“I don’t think I could do anything about the feel, but I might have had something to disguise the smell and the looks so no one else would realize you are wet.”
“Do you know when you’d be able to?”
Mizuki shrugged.
“Then don’t worry about it. Jennifer says it’s going to be dark when we get there, and if I stay by you all, and don’t talk, maybe it might be missed.”
“Well, shall we head out?” Sandra asked the group at large.
Four heads nodded at her, and they left the invisible hut.
Jennifer took Sook by the arm for a few seconds before they started walking and she whispered to her.
“Kim has peed her pants. I know you took some money from the old man, and probably some from the same place you got the weapons, so I’m depending on you to buy her some clean clothes without making a big deal of it.”
“Yeah, I was going to,” Sook whispered. “Just because I sometimes take things doesn’t mean I don’t share when I know someone that I care about needs help.”
“Alright then,” and Jennifer let Sook go and motioned for Mizuki to take the lead with her as they walked towards the city. Sandra and Sook brought up the rear.
“Jennifer is a bit forceful, don’t you think?” she asked Sandra.
“What? Did she say or do something to you?”
“Well, I was going to help Kim anyway, but she basically threatened me that if I didn’t use the money I ‘found’ to get her some clean clothes that I’d be sorry.”
“I’m sure she didn’t mean it quite like that.”
“I assure you, she did. She grabbed me really hard around my arm.”
“Well, I’m sure she might just have issues with you more because you took things from that old man than that she thinks you wouldn’t help one of us that was in need.”
“Maybe. You have to understand though. I’ve grown up with the knowledge that if you don’t take what you need, you won’t get it as a free handout, and this place hasn’t shown me that it’s much different from where I grew up.”
“Well, don’t worry about it. I’m sure Jennifer isn’t really upset at your, or that she thinks any real hurt towards you.”
“If you say so.”
The girls walked for about forty minutes, every minute of it agonizing for Kim as the wetness cooled and chaffed Kim’s skin. Finally, they were at the slope that overlooked the city below.
“There we are,” Jennifer showed the others, and Sandra couldn’t help but respect Jennifer’s superb senses. Even the others had to respect her for it. |
Chapter Four, Five, and Six are added here and in a few days Chapter Seven will replace the Chapter on the head Post.
Chapter Four
Looking out over the top of a ridge that overlooked a city in a valley, the five girls confirmed that they had reached the city that Mizuki had suggested they find help in. Jennifer kept low and near the outcropping of rocks still peering down into the valley. Sandra crouched next to her wondering what Jennifer was waiting for. Sook looked back towards the direction they had come with her back to a rock crouched low like Jennifer. Mizuki stayed low only because the others were doing so, and Kim was half dancing from foot to foot impatient to be out of her cold wet pants.
“What are we waiting for?” Mizuki finally asked Jennifer.
“Something’s not right,” a soft whisper barely made it to Mizuki’s ears.
“Those things from last night are trailing us,” Sook added. “I can hear them in the distance.”
“Those things? Do you want me to make the invisible shelter then?” Kim asked.
“I think it would be better to get down there before they return,” Jennifer stopped Kim by placing a hand on her shoulder. “I know you must be really embarrassed, but we really need to go down there, now. Are you going to be okay like that?”
Kim nodded. “I’ve peed my pants in public before,” she whispered her face burning with regret at those words. The other girls didn’t seem to pay any attention to the extra information though. One by one, they carefully started down the hill cautiously scooting from cover to cover because they didn’t know if any of those monsters were out there hiding as they were.
Finally, at the base of the hill that went down, the five girls looked around and then jumped up and walked on towards the town’s gate. Kim felt extra anxious as she felt the back of her cold pants, and she was nervous that everyone was going to be staring at that, rather than at the others who were dry.
Sandra called out as they approached the open gate. “We would like a place to rest for the night,” she called. “Is there a place for five young ladies to rest?”
“Try the inn just around the corner,” the guard shouted from a top the tower.
The town was rather large. The center of town had a huge market with more than twenty vendors selling one thing or another. The inn was past that, and a few of the town’s folk were staring at the new comers, paying even more attention, Kim felt, to the one in soaked pants.
Before the girls even reached the inn, however, they heard a loud bell and a calling from the guards on the towers. The Town’s people were running from every direction, to the border of the city with a variety of improvised weapons.
“The goblins are attacking!” was still sounding though the streets as the girls were drawn in with the crowd and moved towards the towers that defended the city.
Sook seemed to disappear into the shadows and Kim lost sight of her entirely. Sandra and Jennifer told Mizuki and Kim to stay back and try to leave the fighting for those that knew how to use a sword or spear properly. Then, they ran ahead to join the ranks of those that met the goblins at the front lines.
Mizuki and Kim were not the only ones standing back though. There were a few people standing back from the main event, and not all women and children either. One such man with a thin moustache, closed his eyes in concentration and lifted his arms dramatically waiting for some dramatic event that Mizuki thought would never come.
An ocean of cat-like monsters raced towards the towers with a ferocity that was unlike anything that Sandra had ever seen, but Jennifer just smiled thinking of her many hunting trips in Africa. It was new for the animals to be actually purposely charging the hunters down, but she felt it was no different. She pulled a short throwing spear from her bag and prepared to throw it as they neared.
The men on the towers were already firing arrows into the mass, but the goblins seemed to not even notice except when it was struck and permanently halted from its destructive path.
Sandra pulled out her heavy sword, nervous that it would be the first time to handle such a heavy weapon in any real need, but hopeful that at least her fencing classes might not have gone to complete waste. Half of the town were standing with put long poles and farming tools like pitch forks, and this gave Sandra a heavy hopeless feeling.
The first of the goblins came within range, and Jennifer waited until it was right upon her to launch the small spear directly into the creature’s chest just as it started to jump.
Some of the creatures were jumping up, and in mid jump, pulling the swords stored on their backs and landing with a heavy blade drawn to strike those below it. They were almost as powerful as large cats, but they seemed about half of Sandra’s height.
Sandra squealed and stepped forward a few paces, spinning around, and heavily cleaved the monster in half as it landed in an empty space. Yes, some of her fencing moves did work, but at the same time, the weight of the sword pulled her far off balance, and she fell on her thigh after cutting the monster in half.
Before another creature had jumped on her though, it sprouted a spear from its chest knocking it back away from her. Jennifer smiled and was now holding her spear menacingly towards three goblins that were trying to outflank her.
From the corners of shadows and hidden positions, arrows were shot which surprised the goblins. The cat-like creatures were used to the archers on the tower tops, and many goblins were already leaping up the walls, their speed and agility making them terrific climbers, and their strong claws and hands had enough power to allow them to climb the stony structures because there were many cobbles for handholds for them.
The ocean of the goblins came around the corner past the walls, for there were so many that those that met the front lines were so busy fighting that they could not stop all the ocean from getting past them and into the city.
Kim’s eyes grew wide, and she could only think to bring into being her magic invisible hut. The creatures ran through her hut as if she was not there, and continued to strike. Mizuki quickly took shelter in Kim’s hut, and smiled.
“Good thing you don’t hesitate,” she smiled.
“Yeah, but we need to do something else.”
Mizuki nodded and pulled out a throwing spear.
“Well, I guess…” she aimed it and threw it right into the chest of a goblin.
The goblin went down in surprise, but to Kim’s dismay, the hut also fell apart. The goblins charged right at her, and she ran from them. The cat like speed of the creatures would have been no match to outrun, but two of the goblins suddenly sprouted arrows from their backs dropping them short of Kim.
Mizuki continued fighting with her only other weapon, the spear she had found herself. The goblins were watching Mizuki carefully, but they were hesitant in approaching her too quickly for two of their number had suddenly dropped, and they were sure she had no weapon in her hands at the time those arrows sprouted from their comrades.
Suddenly, Sook came from the shadows squealing as she lopped off two heads that were still staring in shock. Sook smiled triumphantly, and didn’t see the goblin that had enough speed to surprise her, but without even thinking Kim threw her hands out in front of her as she stepped between the goblin and Sook, catching the goblin full in the face with a spread of fire.
The goblin recoiled and fell backwards holding its face long enough for Mizuki to run it through with a spear.
On the front lines, Sandra was facing two goblins and Jennifer had four of them surrounding her. All around them, the town’s people were in similar odds, and they could expect no help.
Jennifer thrust her spear full length to the right even letting go of the front of it to get the full extent causing it to penetrate the monster there, and in the same motions as bringing the spear back under control, butted the one that rushed up on her weakened flank in the chest knocking him backwards. She spun around and placed the remaining three, one that was winded and two undamaged opponents in front of her.
Sandra waited for the goblins to make their move, and seeing that they were going to collide at the same point, she backed off just enough that they were both on top of each other without realizing their mistake before she lazily swung downwards knocking their blades from their grasp.
Out of breath, Sandra looked around her and saw the battles starting to come to a close as the remaining cat-like goblins began running away. The in front her who were now weaponless, had turned to join those running away, and Sandra too concerned with those who were still carrying weapons, let the two run off.
Jennifer kept her spear close and in control now that the three goblins were all in front of her so that she left no opening for them, and as they contemplated their chances, the three leaped up as if to attack at once, but instead of charging, they had leaped backwards, and dropping their weapons, they ran off at full speed away from the battle.
Mizuki and Kim wondered about looking for their companions, and in so doing came across a few wounded town’s people. Mizuki’s heart sank when she saw a boy not much younger than she, but still younger, was lying in his own blood, and she approached him touching where he had been struck by a weapon.
Instantly, his blood seemed to slow, and his arm began to scar over. The healing had not been complete, but it was at least enough to keep him from dying from a loss of blood.
“Wow,” Kim was awed. “That’s amazing.”
“Yeah, I don’t know what I’m really doing, but I just felt something guide me to him,” Mizuki explained. “I know he’s still in pain, and it still hurts, but at least he won’t die.”
“Should we help him to a better place then?” Kim asked.
“That’s probably a good idea.”
As the girls gathered themselves up, however, a few people who had seen what was happening ran towards them.
“Miss? My boyfriend…” one started.
“My son,” another person shouted.
Mizuki was suddenly very afraid and started to run away with Kim. They had even abandoned the young boy that she had stopped from bleeding to death to get away from the ‘hungry’ crowd.
Their flight brought them right to the inn. They stepped inside and took cover at a far table hoping that they could lose the crowd there.
“Well, it looks like we’ve lost them,” Kim gasped as they sat a table.
“Ladies,” a scruffy old man came and sat next to them. He was wearing an old dirty apron, had a kindly smile upon his face, and was rather portly.
“Who… who are you?” Kim stumbled.
“I’m the inn keeper, here. Name’s Charles Black. So, what were you running from?”
“A mob,” Mizuki looked down at the table. “I don’t know how I did it, I just touched the boy, and he stopped bleeding.”
“A healer? In town?” There was something greedy about the man’s smile as it changed ever so slightly. “Well, if I can do anything at all to make you ladies any more comfortable, just let me know.”
“Actually,” Kim looked up at the man. She shook as she wasn’t used to talking to strangers. “One of the others… um… she has… our money. But she’ll be here when… um…” Kim became silent. She was really feeling out of her element.
“What she’s trying to say,” Mizuki took over. “Is that we are kind of new here, but one of our other friends has the money we intended to get a room with for the night.”
“Ah, well, don’t worry about money,” the inn keeper still had that greedy look in his eyes. “Regardless of whether your friend shows or not, I’m sure there is something you can do pay for the room.”
The two girls looked at each other and then shrugged.
“So, would you like to see your rooms?”
“Well, there will be five of us all together,” Mizuki added. “Is it possible to get two rooms with enough beds?”
“I’m sure we can arrange something like that, sure,” the old grisly man got up from the table. “Follow me,” and that’s when he noticed Kim’s smell and her pants. “What happened to you?”
Kim just looked down.
“She had a very small problem,” Mizuki said. “It’s nothing to worry about.”
“Well, then, the rooms are just up the stairs,” the man led them up.
Mizuki made sure that the man was gone and on his way back down the stairs when she turned back to the room and looked at Kim.
“Alright, young lady,” she looked at Kim seriously. “Get those pants off before you start getting a rash or something.”
Kim looked back at her like she was asking her to do something wrong. “Why?”
“Because you are uncomfortable, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”
“I’ m not a child,” Kim pouted.
“I know. I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want you to suffer, and you’ve been in those wet things for a while now.”
“I guess you’re right,” Kim relented and she slipped off her pants.
Her panties were now feeling clammy on her privates, and to some degree, though it had been a bit of a struggle to get the pants down her legs and off of her, it was a great relief to no longer have her legs encased in smelly wet pee.
Sandra, Jennifer, and Sook were on their way back through the town, worn out from their efforts when they saw the mob at the inn entrance. It had to have been the inn that the guard had meant for them to find since it was the only one visible since coming through town.
People were screaming from the outside.
“You have the healer in there, we know you do. Send her out to us, Inn Keeper, so she can do her work.”
“I’ve already ….” But the girls missed what he said as the crowd roared up drowning his words out with chants.
“Send her out! Send her out! Send her out!”
The Inn Keeper kept his doors locked. There was no way he was going to expose her to that mob and anyway, if he sent her out there, then he wouldn’t be able to use her as he had planned.
Up in the room, Kim was now a little more comfortable, and Mizuki had her sitting on a bed.
“When the others get back,” Mizuki smiled, “I’ll send them out for some clean things for you. I’m sure that Sook was going to get you something to wear anyway.”
“How could you be so sure of that?” Kim asked a shy smile on her lips.
“Well, she doesn’t hate you, and anyway, even if she wanted to refuse, I think I could convince her.”
Mizuki peeked out the door, and seeing it clear she walked to the top of the stairs and looked down to see what the main bar room was like. She saw the inn keeper sitting in a chair with a crossbow aimed at the door. He was going to shoot anyone that made it through the door, and Mizuki could tell that there was definitely that danger since the door kept betting pounded so hard that the noise was deafening, and the door vibrated.
“Oy,” Mizuki called down. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, but please stay in your room until the crowds go away.”
“Well, I kind of have to pee, and I was hoping to get something to change my roommate into,” she had her hands on her hips.
“Please go back to your room. I’ll bring you some clothes in a bit when it calms down, but right now is not a good time unless you want that crowd to pick you apart for your healing power.”
“Healing power?”
“Don’t play dumb with me. I heard enough to know that you can heal people who are hurt.”
“I’ve only done it once,” Mizuki shifted nervously.
“Well, go to your room before they break in here and try to rush you. I’m sure you won’t be able to heal that whole crowd in one day, will you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Please do as I say.”
Mizuki returned to her room with her head down. She looked over at Kim who was in soaking wet yellowish stained white panties.
“I know you are uncomfortable,” she sympathized, “but I guess we’re kind of trapped here right now.”
Kim nodded realizing that that would be the case.
Mizuki then took her pants off because she figured that if she did wet herself, then at least it would be less of a problem if she just had on panties. Kim wouldn’t tell anyone if she wet her panties because she would be too embarrassed by her own problems.
Outside, Jennifer, Sandra, and Sook had just approached the inn. They felt like they were at a famous rock concert as they looked at the hopeless task of getting inside.
“What’s going on?” Sandra asked one of the town’s people?
“We are all trying to be seen by a great healer,” was the reply.
“A healer?”
“Yes. You know they are so rare.”
Sandra shrugged. She didn’t know how to reply to something that was so natural here, when she really had no idea of what they were talking about.
“Well, we’re looking for two girls who are kind of short,” Jennifer took the lead. “One is kind of Asian looking with a petite body, and the other one is white with black hair and green eyes.”
“What is Asian?” one of the people asked.
“So, we are definitely not on anything like Earth,” Sook thought.
“Do you think they are in there?” Sandra asked the other two.
Sook nodded. “This is the only inn, and since we haven’t seen them out there,” she pointed at the streets behind them, “then it’s just logical that they would have come here.”
“I wonder how they got past the crowds?” Sandra wondered aloud.
Mizuki sat in a chair, now starting to wiggle some and her face was sweating. She was nearly leaking, but not quite yet, and it was impossible to hide it from Kim, who had been watching her for a few minutes.
“Mizuki? Why are you trying so hard?” Kim asked her. “Maybe you should go see if the crowds have left yet.”
“They haven’t,” Kim frowned. “The inn keeper told me to stay here until he comes to get us. He knows I have to pee.”
“Well, you can’t sit there and wait all day,” Kim looked at her with tears in her eyes. “I don’t know if it’s okay or not, but really, I don’t see anything wrong with you wetting your panties if you are not able to go.”
“You sure didn’t feel that way when you were forced to wet because of that invisible hut, though, did you?”
Kim blushed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
Mizuki was holding her crotch through her panties though, she knew that in a few minutes, she would have no choice anyway if her body decided to give up.
Outside, the crowds continued with the chants. They really wanted their healer.
“Well,” Jennifer shrugged. “I think we should just go relax somewhere else until things calm down here. It’s not like they’ll be in any danger there.”
“I suppose,” Sandra looked a bit sorrowful though.
“Are you worried about them?” Sook asked her brow furrowed. “I don’t think anyone here would hurt them.”
“No, I don’t think anyone here would hurt them, but I’m still wondering if we should be split up like this. What if we can’t find them again?”
Jennifer shrugged. “So what do you want to do? Camp out here with these savages?”
Sook shook her head. “I’d rather find a place to relax for a bit.”
Sandra looked down at the ground for a moment to delay answering.
“Well, I guess we know where they are, and I would rather know where you are too, so I guess lead on.”
Chapter Five
Mizuki returned to her room feeling a little dejected and worried about what might happen to them. Though she really wanted to go out to the outhouse, she really was scared of the mob that was parked outside the inn doors. The inn keeper was being a little strange, but he was trying to help them. She walked back into the room and then looked up at Kim with her soaked yellowish stained white panties.
“I know you are uncomfortable,” she sympathized, “but I guess we’re kind of trapped here right now.”
Kim nodded realizing that that would be the case.
Outside, Jennifer, Sandra, and Sook had just approached the inn. They felt like they were at a famous rock concert as they looked at the hopeless task of getting inside.
“What’s going on?” Sandra asked one of the town’s people?
“We are all trying to be seen by a great healer,” was the reply.
“A healer?”
“Yes. You know they are so rare.”
Sandra shrugged. She didn’t know how to reply to something that was so natural here, when she really had no idea of what they were talking about.
“Well, we’re looking for two girls who are kind of short,” Jennifer took the lead. “One is kind of Asian looking with a petite body, and the other one is white with black hair and green eyes.”
“What is Asian?” one of the people asked.
“So, we are definitely not on anything like Earth,” Sook thought.
“Do you think they are in there?” Sandra asked the other two.
Sook nodded. “This is the only inn, and since we haven’t seen them out there,” she pointed at the streets behind them, “then it’s just logical that they would have come here.”
“I wonder how they got past the crowds?” Sandra wondered aloud.
Inside the inn, Mizuki sat at the table holding herself and wishing that the crowd would go away. She held the crotch of her jeans with her hands and wiggle both of her legs wondering what to do. She was going to lose control if they made her wait much longer.
Outside, the crowds continued with the chants. They really wanted their healer.
“Well,” Jennifer shrugged. “I think we should just go relax somewhere else until things calm down here. It’s not like they’ll be in any danger there.”
“I suppose,” Sandra looked a bit sorrowful though.
“Are you worried about them?” Sook asked her brow furrowed. “I don’t think anyone here would hurt them.”
“No, I don’t think anyone here would hurt them, but I’m still wondering if we should be split up like this. What if we can’t find them again?”
Jennifer shrugged. “So what do you want to do? Camp out here with these savages?”
Sook shook her head. “I’d rather find a place to relax for a bit.”
Sandra looked down at the ground for a moment to delay answering.
“Well, I guess we know where they are, and I would rather know where you are too, so I guess lead on.”
Mizuki’s legs started to shake a bit and her body temperature seemed to go up a couple of degrees as her head started to develop beads of sweat from trying to hold it. She really wished that the crowds would just go leave her alone. It was one thing to get help from her, but quite another to trap her like this.
Kim watched Mizuki in fascination as she didn’t think Mizuki had ever been in this situation before. Mizuki could feel something else deep within her that she had never felt, also, and it was a bit confusing. Though she really felt like she was too old to be in a situation like this, and to be practically dancing about like a little child, there was something about rubbing her thighs together and squishing her womanhood between her strong thighs that was making her feel some form of light happiness between her legs. Having never had sex with a boy before, and rarely ever touching herself because she just never thought to do so, she had nothing to compare the light pleasure to, but it was definitely almost as bad at making her crazy as the desperation of holding back her pee.
Kim was getting curious at Mizuki’s struggling legs and her comical discomfort as she wiggled and breathed heavily. She approached the struggling Mizuki with a devious plan that would ‘help’ her since she knew that Mizuki was feeling as scared about wetting herself as she had felt in the invisible hut the two times before.
The slipping her thighs past each other and grinding her fingers into her vagina to press it against the hole in her juicy inners was not enough, and Mizuki could feel little rivets of beads of water slipping past like strong little goblins pushing at a heavy curtain trying to get it just far enough open that they can sneak out.
“You must have to go really bad,” Kim observed as she looked up at Mizuki for the third time.
“I do.”
“Well, I don’t see how you can go right now anywhere, so wouldn’t it be better to just remove your pants and go in corner?”
Mizuki looked down her face glowing red because she knew that she had suggested it, or at least thought it when Kim was in the invisible hut under the same situation, and she also now knew why Kim didn’t want to do it. Though there should be nothing to hold her back from doing so, she just couldn’t feel good about doing something like that on purpose.
Kim smiled. She knew that Mizuki was going through something similar to what she had experience just the night before.
“You know, I might have some magic that could help you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, but you’ll have to trust me.”
“Of course.”
Kim squatted next to Mizuki and looked up into her eyes.
Kim touched Mizuki’s legs with her soft gentle hands. “If you do lose it, I won’t tell anyone,” Kim promised. “I know how hard it must be for someone who has never had this problem before.”
Mizuki’s body shivered for a moment, and her hamstrings tightened as her hole felt a wave of rushing liquid hitting the seal, but thankfully for her, nothing yet slipped out. She bent over grabbing her crotch though, and tears in her eyes started to slide down her face anyway.
“Well,” Kim tilted Mizuki’s face towards her own. “If you are really that scared, and think you might wet, maybe you could just take off your panties too. That way, you would put pee over in a corner away from the other stuff. Surely that inn keeper must understand if you pee in the corner.”
Mizuki looked up at her. “I would do that, but…”
“But?”
“I’d be really embarrassed doing it with anyone watching.”
“Even just me?”
Mizuki nodded. Her hands were grinding her crotch trying to hold the hole between her wet lips. Her legs were wiggling and she was scooting in her chair. It was probably the worst thing a girl could do to move so much when she had to pee, but her body was panicking.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Kim whispered to her. “You saw me pee my pants and you suggested I do the same, too, remember?”
“Yes, but we left the hut for you, didn’t we?”
Kim looked down for a moment. “Do you really want me to leave the room?”
“No,” Mizuki shrugged. “That mob is out there trying to get in, and I don’t know what they’d do to you even though you are not the healer.”
Kim ‘walked’ her fingers up Mizuki’s thigh towards her pelvis. Mizuki was too desperate to realize anything strange about it. She was just glad that Kim was talking to her and not berating her for her childish display of weakness.
Biting her lip, Mizuki thought seriously about Kim’s idea of just taking off her panties. She really did have to go sooner than later, and at least she wouldn’t pee herself even if she did have to pee in the room like a child and in front of someone her age.
Kim pulled at Mizuki’s knees, and weakened as Mizuki was from trying to hold it, she almost didn’t notice what Kim was doing. She was far into her own agony of a full bladder and trying to make up her mind about what she’d rather do about it. As soon as Kim pulled even a little so that she could see Mizuki’s lavender panties, a small spurt slipped past her hole and through her lips to dampen the cloth in her crotch.
“I found some magic that might help,” Kim suddenly had an inspiration. It was not really a lie, it just wasn’t really magic as Mizuki would think she meant it.
“Re—really?” Mizuki was desperate for any help at all.
“Yes, but you have to trust me,” Kim looked up at Mizuki with a sly smile.
“A—alright. What do I have to do?”
“Just relax,” Kim said. “I mean, keep pressure on your muscles for a few more minutes, but just let me take care of the rest of the magic, and don’t resist, okay?”
Mizuki nodded.
Kim reached up at Mizuki’s chests, which though it made her blush, she had remembered that her own kind of magic had caused her to touch Sandra and Sook in much the same way.
Kim slowly massaged Mizuki in small circles pulling and pushing at her breasts through her shirt. The scent from Kim’s wet panties, rather than making it torture, actually seemed to have just the right smell for the situation. Mizuki could feel her breast starting to respond in tingling pleasure. She had never experienced anything like this before, because she was such a serious student, she had never had time to really explore her body with another person before.
It was starting to work though. The desperate tingling from her bladder was slowing as Kim continued massaging her breasts. Mizuki tilted her head back and continued to feel the sensations of this new feeling. Kim gently guided her from the chair down to the floor unbuttoning Mizuki’s shirt on the way and continuing to rub her breasts.
From between Mizuki’s legs, she felt another tingling that seemed to shake at bit at her tailbone in her spine. She was squirming a little in pleasure, and she felt like Kim wasn’t really doing enough, but instead of complaining, she continued to enjoy what Kim was doing.
Kim did realize though, after a few minutes, that just teasing Mizuki’s breasts would not be enough, and even for her, it was getting personal. She laid on top of Mizuki, her wet panties touching Mizuki’s dry panties. Their legs were resting between each other, and Kim was now breathing heavily upon Mizuki’s neck.
Slowly, Mizuki’s body began leaking other stuff through her slippery lips below, and though the pressure on her bladder was pushing and should have been making her more desperate, instead, it was just making her slowly leak the pee along with the other mixed juices so that she didn’t realize what she was doing at the moment.
Kim continued with her ‘help,’ licking Mizuki’s breast with her tongue. The feeling was making Mizuki forget her surroundings, and she slipped further and further into a world of uncaring bliss. She was feeling good for the first time in a very long time. Slowly her panties damped and then became soggy with both girl burning juices from inside and with the pee that was slowly leaking through her.
Kim moved slowly down Mizuki’s body touching her wet panties and then fingering at the wet crotch and with her calm loving touch, Mizuki only felt peace and continued to enjoy the ‘more’ that she needed from her friend. Kim played with Mizuki’s pussy through her panties, feeling the golden liquid slowly leaking through them and smiling as she fingered her.
Eventually, Kim’s hand went in behind the cloth of Mizuki’s panties and was then touching the raw skin around the outside of the mound and just slipping a finger slightly into the lips and massaging both Mizuki’s opening to her birth canal and also lightly stimulating the girl’s pee hole which suddenly squirted some pee that Mizuki had noticed for the first time, but as she lie there wet and nearly in bliss, she just couldn’t bring herself to stop Kim. She just peed her panties on purpose at this point, not caring and just feeling the pleasure of her body. This had been the best feeling she had ever had, for in all her sixteen years, she had never had sex with anyone before.
Kim felt Mizuki’s body shudder with that passing feeling that she knew was the orgasmic finish for a girl, and she removed her hand wiping it on Mizuki’s panties which were basically drenched in cum, pee, and other stuff that was too secret to mention.
They lay on the floor exhausted from the pleasure for a long time, Kim and Mizuki both smiling, and though Mizuki had not really done anything back to Kim, Kim was wet from her inner secret fluids.
After what seemed like an hour or so, there was a knock at the door.
Kim stood up and walked to the door knowing it would be more embarrassing for Mizuki to do so.
“Ladies?” the inn keeper looked in on them. “The crowds have finally gone, but only because I promised them that the healer would start seeing them a few a day starting tomorrow.”
Kim nodded.
“Here are the clothes I’ve promised you both,” and he saw that Kim’s panties looked freshly wet in. “You didn’t pee on the bed, did you?”
Kim shook her head no.
“Okay. Well, I’ll be down stairs if you need anything else.”
“Wait,” Kim looked to Mizuki. “Um… our other friends…”
Mizuki sighed and knew that Kim was going to find it hard to talk to the stranger. She felt her face burn in embarrassment as she came into view of the man with her panties also soaked.
“We told you that we have three other friends. Have they come yet?”
“If they were in the crowd, I think they decided that I was sending them away too. I’m sorry, but if you had seen that crowd, you would know that I could not have singled them out without a problem starting.”
“If they come looking for Mizuki or Kim, then please let them up here, okay?” Mizuki’s face was redder than a cold wintery face that had no protection because of her embarrassment.
“Sure thing,” the man responded as he turned to leave the girls. It was then, that he saw the puddle on the floor. “I supposed I should get that cleaned up?” he asked the two girls.
Mizuki looked down a little ashamed.
“I’m sorry,” Kim told him. “But she couldn’t go through the crowd to find the bathroom, could she?”
“No,” the inn keeper agreed. “I’m sure she only did this accidentally. I’ll bring up some cleaning stuff after you two have enough time to put on some clothes.”
In another part of town, at larger bar room, the three girls sat alone at a table looking around at the people that were slowly strolling through the door talking about the healer.
“Don’t worry, old friend,” one scruffy warrior was saying to a younger and cleaner looking man. “The healer will help us. They know it is their duty to help those in need.”
“I just don’t know what I’ll do if I lose my son.”
“She’ll help. Something must have weakened her or I’m sure she would have been doing everything she could have after the battle.”
“She only healed one boy, though,” the young worried man continued.
In other places in the bar, the men were talking more about gaming and finding a nice piece of heaven to play with. The girls were nearly out of place there as they were the youngest and the only women in the establishment.
“Howdy, strangers,” a young man had taken a notice of them.
“Hey,” Sook smiled up at him.
Sandra kept her expression neutral, and her hand near her sword.
Jennifer ignored him completely and continued with her discussion with Sandra. “So, I think we should try to get back and see about the other two in about a couple of hours. By then, things should die down.”
“What’s your name?” the man looked down at Sook who had at least acknowledge him.
“Sook Nyul. If you are looking for ‘heaven,’ this is the wrong place,” she smiled a warning at him.
“Is it?” the man sat down next to her in the only empty chair at their table.
“It is,” she reassured him with a stern grimace.
“Well, suppose’n I want to take a bit of ‘Hell’ then?” his teeth were stained and tobacco was prominent on his breath.
“I don’t know,” Sook Nyul acted as though she thought about it carefully.
Sandra tapped Sook Nyul on the shoulder. “So, are you going to come back with us in a couple of hours?”
“Oh, I’ll be there eventually,” Sook calmly answered her friends. “but…” and she nodded at the stranger next to her. “I think I’m going to see what he has intended to do with ‘Hell’ first.”
“Oh,” Sandra blushed. “You should be careful though.”
“I know, but believe me, I’ve already had my share of ‘heaven and hell’ and I don’t really think that he could handle me if I decided that he was going too far.”
“Are you going to be anywhere in particular?” Jennifer joined in. “We would like to know where to check in on you if it seemed that you were taking a bit too long to find us.”
“How long would be too long, mommy?” Sook asked sarcastically.
“Oh, I was thinking that if you were not at our inn by morning, we should know where to find you if you are not in any kind of trouble.”
“I’ll be upstairs here, if this guy really wants to see what ‘hell’ is.”
“Alright.”
Sook went back to talking to the man. “So, what should I call you? Just Mysterious Knight, or Black Knight?”
The man smiled. “I’m Jake.”
“Well, Jake, you heard my friends. If you don’t treat me right, you might be facing five irate young ladies, and you wouldn’t want that, would you?”
The man quickly shook his head no.
Mizuki closed the door behind the inn keeper, and the two girls dressed into the clothes he brought for them. They were both glad to be in clean panties and comfortable clothes, but they were both rather long dresses, and quite impractical for fighting or traveling in. Still, they could use the dresses until they had their own things cleaned up.
“That feels a lot better,” Kim admitted.
“Kim?” Mizuki approached her. “Um… about earlier… the way you helped me, was it really… um…” Mizuki was a bit nervous about actually finding out. She stared at Kim for a few minutes.
“It did help, right? You were able to wait a little longer than you would have if nothing was done, right?”
Mizuki nodded. “But I still ended up wetting my pants.”
“Yeah, well, I knew it wouldn’t keep you from doing it forever,” Kim shrugged. “It’s just I saw you trying really hard, and thought you were going to cry if you couldn’t wait, but this way, you didn’t even cry.”
“I was still embarrassed.”
“Are you saying I should never do that for you again?”
“No,” Mizuki looked down. “It actually felt good, and I wouldn’t mind if you helped me again sometime like that.”
“I will,” Kim smiled shyly her face burning a little. “But please don’t tell anyone else about it yet. I’m a little embarrassed myself at helping another girl like this. Usually, it should be done with a boy, I think.”
“Oh,” Mizuki thought about what that might mean, and as she remembered the feelings she had, she blushed even harder as she realized exactly what Kim had done with her. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t want to admit to the others that I had to ask you to help me ‘hold it’ anyway.”
Kim nodded.
“I thought you were shy?” Mizuki suddenly realized how bold Kim had been.
“I am… I mean, I am around strangers and too many people at once, but with a good friend, one on one, I’m not that shy.”
“Did you really use magic though?” Mizuki finally asked.
“No,” Kim looked into Mizuki’s eyes. “I mean, I didn’t use any magic from that book, but it is still a kind of magic that even exists on Earth.”
“I see. I’m glad I was trapped with you. It would have been terrible to be like that with any of the others.”
The two girls sighed and sat on the bed thinking about what they would do next. They still didn’t want to leave the inn in case there were people that would recognize them and start the mob thing all over again.
Long before the end of the two hours, Sook and the young man had already disappeared up the steps. Sandra looked up there as the agreed time rolled around for Sandra and Jennifer to return to the other girls.
“Don’t worry about her,” Jennifer tried to calm Sandra. “She knows how to take care of herself.”
“Still, she’s alone with a man that’s at least ten years older than she is. What if he does try to force her into something?”
“I’m pretty sure Sook is crafty enough to get away, and that young man would probably be quite sorry if not dead when she managed to escape as well.”
“I suppose you are probably right.”
The two girls walked into the street, and those around them looked at them as though they were an important omen.
“The guardians,” some of the town folk said as though they had recognized them for the first time.
“Guardians?” Sandra asked aloud to one of the men that was following along with them as they walked to the inn where they had left Mizuki and Kim.
“Yes. Are you the ones that protect the healer?”
Sandra and Jennifer looked at one another and then at the man again.
“Oh, come on, don’t play like that with me. I’m not an idiot. Everyone knows that the healer never travels alone. She has her two guardians, her advisor, and a dark one that she keeps a close eye on.”
“Are you calling one of the girls that was with us a healer?”
“Isn’t she?” the man asked. “I am sure you five are the only new ones in town, and we saw with our own eyes, that she had helped a young boy that was about to die.”
“I’m sorry, I missed that,” Jennifer said with a smile. “I don’t really think we have the healer with us since we are new here. Maybe it was just a fluke incident, and maybe one of our girls has some ability that is close to your healer.”
“But Guardian, are there not five of you?”
Sandra thought about it and knew that he was right about the number. “couldn’t we be a different five girls that you don’t know about?”
“Five different girls, two of which happen to do magic, two which fight like ogres and one mysterious girl? How can things be so coincidental the man argued with them. I can see through the disguise and as my reward, would you please allow the healer to see my wife first?”
“We do not tell anyone in our group what to do,” Sandra looked at him sternly.
“Of course, the healer is probably the one in charge,” he looked down. “But if you would just tell her how bad off my wife is, maybe she would agree to see her first.”
“I am sure you have the wrong girls,” Jennifer tried to explain to a man with deaf ears.
The man finally was shaken off, but both Jennifer and Sandra knew that he still considered one of the two girls at the inn the healer. They walked to the inn and knocked on the door. The inn keeper peeked out the door having closed his establishment for the evening to keep the healer safe.
“The healer is not available,” he told the two girls.
“We are not here to see the healer,” Sandra spoke up. “Two of our friends went here at about the time that the fighting had started.”
“What are your friends’ names?”
“Mizuki and Kim,” Jennifer added.
“Oh, yes. You must be the guardians.”
Jennifer and Sandra looked at one another with a resigned feeling that they were going to be over their heads soon. They just nodded so that the man would let them in.
“They reserved a couple of rooms for you, but where is the fifth girl?”
“She is still out exploring,” Jennifer smiled. “She likes to see what her surrounding have to offer her.”
The man nodded as though he understood what she was saying. “Well, she said something about one of you others paying for the rooms?”
“Ah, that would be Sook,” Sandra looked at him. “I wouldn’t count on Sook just paying you though. She is very clever and has cheated many people in her life because of her harsh upbringing.”
“Well, how would you girls like to let the healer do some community service here for our people as payment for your rooms?”
“That sounds kind of fair, but how long would she be required to stay and perform the service?” Jennifer asked.
“I was thinking at least a week. You will not have to worry about food or a place to sleep during that time either.”
“I’ll asked her,” Sandra looked the man in the eye. “If she doesn’t want to do it, then we’ll pay you another way.”
The man nodded.
As soon as Sandra and Jennifer saw the others safe, they ran into the room and hugged them tight.
“We were so scared we lost you,” Sandra said breathlessly.
“Actually, Sandra was scared,” Jennifer smiled. “I knew you two came here, and that you would be smart enough to stay in one place until we could get to you.”
“Where is Sook,” Mizuki asked.
“She’s having some fun,” Jennifer smiled. “Now, there is one problem.”
“Yeah,” Kim interrupted. “They think Mizuki is a healer, and we were trapped here forever.”
“Well, they still think she is, and the inn keeper wants us to pay for the room by letting Mizuki heal some people over the course of a week.”
The two smaller girls looked down.
“Well, first of all, Mizuki, can you really heal people.”
“I’ve done it once,” she shrugged. “There was a boy close to death and though I didn’t really make his condition much better, I did prevent him from dying.”
“Well, then the second question is are you up to trying to use your ‘power’ to help the people here?”
“Of course, if a person has a power, that power should not be wasted and if they need my help then I am only too happy to help them.”
“Alright. If you feel week or anything though, you let us know immediately. Sandra and I will stay with you at all times to make sure you are safe, and that you are not exhausted.”
A few minutes after Sandra and Jennifer had arrived, the inn keeper came up with some clothes for them. These clothes were different, and were definitely made more for fighting, but also they were somewhat indecent as the girls’ breasts were emphasized and their privates barely had any cover at all between their legs.
Jennifer had no trouble at all with the garments and appreciated the clean clothes and also the functionality of them, but Sandra felt a little more comfortable in the jeans and shirt she was already wearing.
Chapter Six
By the next morning, Sook and Jennifer were in the second room and Mizuki and Kim were joined by Sandra in their room. Sandra took the top bed of the bunk and Mizuki and Kim shared the bed below.
Jennifer was the first to open her eyes, and she looked around the inn room adjusting her eyes, and realized fairly quickly that this was no dream. She stretched and sat up looking up to the top bunk hearing the soft snore of Sook. She smiled to herself. The sun was barely up giving a very faint light to those things below it.
Jennifer slid out of bed, and put her warrior’s garb that the inn keeper gave her the night before on. She then walked to her room door and opened it to look out into the corridor and then over the landing at the empty bar below. She was probably the first one up in the whole town, she thought.
She quietly made her way down the stairs and to the back door to find it locked, and she couldn’t get it open. She then went to the front of the inn and found the same problem. That was it. She would have to just go back upstairs and wait for the inn keeper to open things up.
In the other room, on the lower bunk, water had already gushed all over the bedding and soaked the two girls, but neither one had awakened because of it. Kim was used to wetting the bed, and Mizuki had slept with a bed wetting sister for so long, that it just felt like home when Kim wet herself in her sleep.
The morning hours were quiet. No one seemed to be moving much, and Jennifer decided to just rest in the corridor, her spear out and ready. She felt that as long as she was the only one awake, it was her job to guard the others even though they were in town.
Finally, after nearly thirty minutes of sitting in the hall alone, the grisly man, his hair a rat’s nest from sleeping, walked up the stairs.
“Oh, guardian. I’ve made some breakfast if it would please you to eat downstairs.”
“What I really need is to go to your outhouse,” Jennifer whispered feeling like any real talking might wake the others behind the closed doors.
“Well, I’ve opened the back door, so I’m sure you can take care of that too,” he smiled at her.
Jennifer stood up and looking at the closed doors, she shrugged thinking that there was little chance of something happening in the little time she’d be out in the outhouse.
Mizuki woke up, and noticing the wet bed, she smiled at Kim who was still asleep. She almost thought that Kim was like her sister in some ways. Yesterday had been embarrassing, but now, she felt like she was definitely the stronger sister again, as it was Kim’s turn to be wet, and she was the one that would have to comfort the other.
As Mizuki sat up stretching, Kim became aware of the movement and sat up her face flushing as soon as she realized that her bedding was wet around her. She knew it wasn’t Mizuki this time. But Mizuki just hugged her and whispered.
“We should get up and see if we can get a bath and some better clothes than the long dresses. A long dress might be nice at times, but if I’m going to be healing a lot of people and touching them like I did that boy yesterday, I should definitely wear something a little cooler.”
Kim nodded.
It wasn’t long before all five of the girls were down at breakfast, two of the girls in wet panties, one girl dressed in skimpy warrior’s dress and two girls in their regular clothes.
The only people there at this time were the inn keeper and the girls. He eyed the girls in wet panties. Sandra wasn’t sure if he was looking a bit upset or if we was trying to look for other reasons, but the fact that he hadn’t yelled at them and kept trying to look made her suspect that he might have liked something about it.
“Excuse me,” Sook interrupted him looking at them. “I’m really sorry, but your taste in clothes really has something to be desired. Would you please take me to where you got our clothes and let me pick out something for those two and myself?”
The inn keeper nodded.
Later that day, after Sook and the man came back with nice blouses and skirts for the smaller girls, and jeans for Sook and Sandra, Mizuki found herself sitting at a table in the inn listening to the problems of the town’s people deciding which sick family members to visit first.
On each side of the table, Sandra and Jennifer kept the crowds from getting angry towards the weaker girls. Kim sat next to Mizuki giving her advice and helping her to decide which needs were more urgent and penciling in the schedule. Off in the corner, being unobservable, was Sook watching.
By the end of the afternoon, the inn keeper closed up shop, and they had already planned Mizuki’s next five days, provided she had enough energy to meet with those obligations.
“We don’t even know if I can help that many people, or if my magic will be strong enough for some of the things they want me to do,” Mizuki complained to Kim as the inn keeper locked the inn door.
“Well,” he turned to face her. “Just do what you can. I’ll insist that you rest before you collapse, and that’s one of the reasons I only allowed five healings a day. I can tell that though you maybe a healer, your powers are still quite weak and fragile.”
The two girls nodded at him.
“Well, when can we have dinner?” Sook asked from her table.
“I’ll have it ready in about a couple of hours. Perhaps you girls would like to get a bath?”
“That does sound good,” both Mizuki and Kim said at the same time.
“I’ll come too,” Sandra said as much to protect them as because she felt as dirty.
“You girls will find the wash room just out back. If you need anything you only need to holler and I’ll hear you.”
The girls nodded and made their way to the washroom, but Jennifer and Sook went upstairs instead to talk about other things.
“I don’t trust this guy,” Sook told Jennifer. “I think he’s going to try keeping Mizuki here as long as he can because I’m pretty sure he just charged everyone that came in to meet with her money. She is almost like his little gold mine.”
“I understand your concerns,” Jennifer shrugged. “But Mizuki wants to help the town’s people, so we should let her as long as she wants to do it.”
“What about us finding our homes and doing what we need to do?”
“I thought that while Mizuki was healing people, you might go about the town looking for a wizard that could help us find our way home.”
“That’s a great idea.”
Sandra, Mizuki, and Kim were finally able to relax in a deep tub of hot water that seemed quite as large as a small swimming pool with in a glass house behind the inn. They were quite happy to be in there, and for the first time, the two girls who had been wet, were fully relaxed in what seemed like hours.
“So, you are really going to try to heal the people in town?” Sandra asked Mizuki.
Mizuki nodded. “I’ll do as much as I can.”
“You need to be careful of your health and don’t let them wear you out too much,” Kim added. “You know that you only can do so much.”
“I know. I think we’ve planned it pretty well so I can rest as I need it.”
“Yes, I think so too,” Kim looked at Mizuki with watery eyes. “But still, we don’t really know how this magic works, so we do need to be careful.”
The warm tingling water massaged the girl’s aching bodies and it dissolved the slimy feel that was between and all over Mizuki’s and Kim’s legs previously.
After nearly an hour in the tub, Kim and Sandra were finally ready to get out, but Mizuki was enjoying it too much. They looked at her a little curiously.
“What? This is like a public bath in Japan. It’s relaxing, isn’t it?”
The two other girls had to agree that it was relaxing, but they felt that it was enough, and they really wanted to go upstairs now.
“Alright, I’m coming,” Mizuki realized that Sandra was still a little nervous of leaving her on her own because of the recent events.
Back inside the inn, the owner had already prepared a wonder feast for the girls with bread rolls, chicken, potatoes, peas, corn, and soup. It was quite a lot, and the girls felt quite stuffed as they started up for bed.
Mizuki and Kim reluctantly pulled back their blankets expecting to find the bed as they had left it the morning before, but to their surprise, clean sheets and blankets had been swapped. On top of that, when they climbed on the bed, they could hear some plastic from under the bottom sheet.
“I guess they realized that one of us sometimes wets the bed,” Mizuki smiled at Kim. Kim looked up at Mizuki with soft eyes of sorry wanting to apologize because she knew that the others were too tall and big to accommodate another girl in their beds, and only the two smallest could really sleep together in any kind of comfort.
“Maybe I should just let you have the bed,” Kim looked at the floor.
“None of that, Kim,” Sandra said. “If Mizuki doesn’t want to sleep with you, I can let her sleep in my bunk.”
Mizuki saw that Sandra took up quite a bit of the bed though and shrugged. “Like it said, my younger sister has the same problem, so I don’t really mind.”
The following morning however, the bed that Kim and Mizuki shared was completely dry, and the girls were put right to work as soon as they had had breakfast.
Mizuki spent three hours seeing people, and she carefully balanced her power so that she didn’t use too much on one person. This way, in three hours, she saw six people before she was feeling too exhausted to continue.
The town’s people were happy enough with what light healing she was doing for they really didn’t understand the healing power that much and realized that she might have been a healer, but that she was a little weak and she was not the Healer that they had been hoping for.
After lunch and a long nap, Mizuki was able to heal a few more people before she was too tired to do anything else.
Sook, however, was not spending her day watching Mizuki heal the town as the others were doing. She was outside looking around and talking to people. The first person she came across, was someone she had met the previous night.
“Jake,” she hugged him upon approaching him.
“Sook!” He was just as happy to see her.
“We need some help from someone that knows about things like world traveling.”
“You mean like getting to the demon’s world and such?”
“Yes, something like that,” Sook smiled at him.
“Well, the only person I know of like that, lives in the white spiral castle, but I don’t even know if Madame Tuesday knows where that is.”
“Do you think I might be able to talk to her?”
“Sure. Let me take you to get something appropriate to wear though first because she is a very picky lady, and if you are not dressed right or you don’t behave right, she won’t even see you.”
“Sure,” Sook agreed.
Jake took Sook to the inn on the other side of town and put her up in a room, then he went out somewhere to get her something. Sook went down to the baths for the inn and met several other people there. Obviously, they didn’t care if the girls and boys bathed together in this strange land, but that wasn’t going to stop her from taking a bath especially if this Madame Tuesday was that picky.
Three young men watched her step towards the water, her privates exposed to them. Sook just smiled.
“It’s off limits if you know what is good for you,” she said smoothly. “My boyfriend is very big and very jealous.”
The young men laughed a bit about what she was saying, and then decided it was safer to go back to talking among themselves. On one side of where she had entered the bath, and older woman smiled her approval at what Sook had said.
The bath felt pretty good, and when Sook returned to her room, Jake was waiting there with some pretty new clothes for her. She felt a little funny at first with him standing there casually while she could only hold her arms across her chest and stand with her legs together to hide her vagina from view.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I was just bringing you some clothes. I didn’t know you were going to take a bath.”
“It’s okay. But what is that, that you are expecting me to wear?”
“Just a short sleeve dress that comes to your knees—I know it’s not something a warrior type like you likes to wear, but if you want to see Madame Tuesday, she insists on girls dressing like girls.”
“Alright. But she better have some good information,” Sook sighed. As she looked the outfit over though, she could see that there was more to it than a dress that she had to wear.
There were the usual girl’s bra and panties of course, but over the bra was an under slip that fell just past her pelvis, a second slip that had ruffles under it to puff out the dress, and white panty-hose that she was to put on. All this stuff was going to be really hot, but it was meant to make her look elegant and beautiful.
“I suppose I have to wear make-up too?” she inquired of Jake.
“It wouldn’t hurt,” he smiled at her.
“Fine, but I don’t have any.”
“I didn’t think that someone like you would normally have an opportunity to use any,” he produced a small make up purse.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Sook put her hands on her hips as she stared at him still in her first slip.
“Only that you are always traveling with the Healer, so you wouldn’t have much time to meet with guys,” he shrugged.
Sook smiled and dropped the conversation. It was hard to explain to him that Mizuki was really not the healer because everyone in town believed her to be so, and it was hard enough for her to explain where she came from. Only the person in the white spiral castle would know her real story might be able to send her home.
Not being very good at wearing dresses, she let Jake help her with this one, and in no time, he was zipping up her back. She felt like it was quite a hindrance and as she pulled up the bottom of her dress, she realized that the only way she could use the toilet was to pull the dress down from her shoulders because the ruffles were in her way otherwise.
“This dress is not very convenient,” she confessed to Jake.
“I know. None of the things that ladies wear makes much sense,” he produced a pair of black high heels to complete the assembly. “Now what you need to realize, is that you must act like a lady at all times in front of this woman.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well, childish behavior and even rude little movements like swinging your legs while you are talking is considered rude. You must keep your heels together when you are sitting, and try to use upper class language when you talk.”
“It seems like a lot to go through just to get some information. Are you sure that no one else would know where to find the white spiral castle?”
“I’m sure,” Jake smiled. Secretly, he liked the discomfort that Sook was in.
“What of my weapons?” she asked him.
“You can take them with you, but you will be asked to leave them at the door. There is no reason, in her eyes, that a lady needs a pair of swords just for a quiet little talk.”
“I see.” Sook was really beginning to hate how difficult this woman was no matter how important she thought she was.
Finally, Sook and Jake walked through the city to find the woman’s house. It was about this time, that Mizuki had finally gotten a rest for lunch. Mizuki stood up and started towards the outhouse with Kim. Outside the outhouse, Mizuki could see Kim openly holding herself, and just decided to let her go first because she had a history of not doing too well with keeping dry if pushed to her limits.
Sandra and Jennifer waited by the outhouse door trying to protect the smaller girls, but inside, Sandra also had to use the bathroom quite badly herself. She worried that if she didn’t get a chance soon, she would start squirting in her panties, but she was also nervous about leaving the weaker girls out in the open, and decided she would have to wait until they were in the room resting before she could go no matter how much her privates were burning to urinate.
Now, Sook was just coming upon a larger three story house, for all the other places around it were only single or two floor buildings. This made her place seem as though it was the most important all over the city, and even the mayor’s house only had two stories to it.
Jake walked Sook to the door, and then he bowed himself away. “I’m not dressed for a place like this,” he told Sook. “Just be respectful and lady-like and she’ll tell you what you want to know.”
Sook nervously stepped up to the front porch and knocked at the wooden door.
At the other end of town, Kim just came out of the bathroom, and Mizuki went in. Sandra clenched her legs together as she stood guard protecting the two girls. Jennifer watched the back door to the inn and the bath house ready to challenge any who would approach the ‘Healer’ while she was in her weakened state.
Sook was led to a sitting room by a woman in a traditional black and white servant maid’s uniform. She said not a word, but quietly followed the severe looking woman to the nice little sitting room where there were plenty of sofas and easy chairs to choose from. On an inn table, she saw some snacks, but she ignored these as well, waiting for the mistress of the house to invite her.
Finally, about ten minutes later, the mistress came in.
Kim came out of the bathroom, and Sandra and Jennifer took the two young mages straight up to their room to rest. There were plenty of people in the inn watching so that Sandra was glad she had decided to take Mizuki up, but her lower regions was protesting this choice as her mound throbbed with a mixed sensation of pleasure and pain.
“Well, you have come to see Madame Tuesday,” a woman with grey-white hair waltzed into the room. “I hope that you are not here to waste my time.”
“I really am sorry to bug you, but we are in need of finding the White Spiral Castle,” Sook was finding the old lady very strict and hard to talk to without stuttering. Her legs were starting to shake from being nervous.
Up in their inn, Mizuki was asleep in Sandra’s bed so that if Kim wet the bed, then Sandra would still be presentable for her afternoon appointments. Kim was starting to fall asleep in her bed, and Sandra whispered to Jennifer.
“Now they are taken care of, I really need to use the outhouse.”
“Oh, well I do too,” Jennifer confessed. “If we both go, then who’ll watch the girls?”
“Oh, damn,” Sandra complained. “Well, if you don’t let me go soon, I’m not sure I’m going to be dry for very much longer.”
“Well, I guess if you are that bad off, you should go first,” Jennifer smiled.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
Sook was sitting in the sitting room trying to control herself in front of the severe woman. She looked at her wondering if she was going to tell her about the White Spiral Castle.
“Well, it is better manners to have a bit of polite conversation before getting to the point,” Madame Tuesday informed Sook. “However, since that is what you’d like, and you are no doubt with the Healer, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to tell you.”
Sandra walked out of the room to the landing, and with her legs as close together as she could, she climbed down the stairs wiggling a bit trying to keep her muscles tightly closed. It really burned down there, and the throbbing of her inners was really making things difficult. The bar room at the bottom of the stairs was full, and she was sure that the bath and the outhouse would have lines which would mean she would be lucky not to draw any attention to herself especially if she started to have an accident.
Up in the room, Jennifer in her warrior’s dress with just a small cloth covering her privates felt no reason to try so hard holding it, and she slowly wet this cloth when she felt her pussy throbbing with the desire to urinate. She tried to let just enough out that she hoped it wouldn’t be noticeable when she went to the bathroom, but she wasn’t going to sit in discomfort waiting for Sandra to get back either.
Sandra gained the bottom of the stairs, her hand now rubbing the sides of her thighs because she was scared of grabbing herself in front of all of those people, but the throbbing of her mound was making it really hard for her to hold it, and any minute, she was going to pee her pants. She knew it.
The two mages were soon sleeping. Jennifer looked to the door as she feel a little leak ooze out for the second time as she sat there waiting. Her panties were a little damp now, but she really didn’t care if she peed herself or not as long as no one else realized that she had done so.
Sandra walked through the bar sweating as she felt that everyone was watching her move because her hands were getting fidgety enough to grab her pussy to keep the throbbing from forcing any pee from her tightly closed hole. She could see the backdoor not more than ten paces in front of her, but the throbbing was getting worse and worse, and she didn’t know if she was going to be able to wait or not.
Jennifer shifted a bit and let a little more ooze out for the third time feeling a bit of dampness now under where she was sitting. She knew she better stop letting it out for now or someone would know she was peeing her panties.
Sandra finally came to the door, and she felt a little ooze into her panties as she opened the door. Her face became bright red and she ran out the door to see that there was a line in front of the outhouse and there were several people waiting to get into the baths. She could only hobble to the line that was outside of the outhouse.
Jennifer looked to the door again as she felt another spurt at the closed door of her pussy wondering whether to let it out or not. She knew that if she let it go this time, there was no way her cloth would hide the puddle that would form beneath her. She danced a bit in the chair she sat in shifting her weight hoping to find a better way to stop it from wanting to come out so much.
Sandra’s hands were not between her legs without shame. There was no way she could depend on her muscles to stop it coming out any longer for she already felt a bit more oozing into her panties making them feel damp at the front of her crotch.
There were still two other women in front of her.
Sook had finally finished talking with the old madame by this time, and she was on the way back to the inn. She was thinking hard about what to do about the week because Mizuki had promised to help for a week, but the Madame Tuesday had said that by the end of the week, the White Spire Castle would move again.
Sandra’s legs were in constant motion rubbing the thighs together vigorously as she danced in place waiting for the woman inside to finish so that the next woman of two in front of her could go in. Her crotch already felt damp, and she could feel the building pressure throbbing against her mound again.
Jennifer looked at the door in despair knowing that she could not staff off the building pressure, and willingly spread her legs just wide enough to let another spurt slip out of her panties, darkening the small cloth between her legs. She shrugged knowing she’d have to be honest with Sandra and just tell her that she peed her pants. She decided that if she had to tell her the truth, then there is no point in trying to wait any more. She spread her legs and just let it all out.
Sandra was in line feeling the throbbing in her pussy as the door opened and the girl that seemed to be in there forever came out. Now, there was only one girl between Sandra and the bathroom door but behind that bathroom door was the next girl peeing.
Sandra groaned as she felt a little bit of a squirt slip through her throbbing muscles and add to the dampness in her panties making her bottom now feel a little cool. She was not winning this one. If she didn’t get into the bathroom or at least back up to her room before the next bit escaped, she would have to walk through the bar in soaked pants.
Sandra waited another second, and even looked back at the closed door to see if it would open just as she came to the bar back door, and with it still closed, she just shrugged and walked through the bar, her hands still holding herself to keep it inside until she could get up to the privacy of her room. The problem came when she had to climb the stairs.
Sandra started to climb the first step when she realized that stretching her leg up to get up the stairs would weaken her muscles’ hold on her pussy and allow it to leak. She looked back at the bar and knew that she was trapped. She could go back outside, but would no doubt find more women waiting to go into the outhouse, and her pussy was already throbbing with another wave of liquid assaulting her sensitive hole that was only kept closed by the power between her legs and her weakening pelvic floor muscles.
She sighed and lifted her leg up to climb the first step feeling a squirt in her panties. There would be no way she’d be dry by the time she got to the top, but it couldn’t be helped. She climbed the stairs with a tear falling from her eyes as she felt the warmth of liquid slipping past her panties and darkening her pants. She was outside the door to her room, and her pants were soaked.
Inside, Jennifer was sitting in the chair in a puddle. When the door opened, both girls looked at one another sheepishly, and neither had to say a word. They simply shrugged at one another and looked for something among the clothes that had been given them to change into. It was a compromising situation to be found all wet, but at least the only other that had seen them like that, in full view was also a girl that was soaked. |
Chapter Seven
There Be Goblins in them there Hills At the end of the week, Mizuki and Kim went to see Madame Tuesday again because of course the White Spiral Castle would have moved, but Mizuki was performing a service for the town. She was sure that Madam Tuesday would not be upset about that, should have no reason not to tell them again, if she had told Sook the first time.
Sandra and Jennifer waited outside Madam Tuesday’s house because inside, they would have to give up their weapons,and that would mean leaving Mizuki and Kim defenseless as they were concerned. Sook on the other hand,decided to go get some more clothes and some supplies for their trek to find the white Spiral Castle.
“Of course, I’ll tell you where you can find the castle,” Madam Tuesday smiled at the two girls before her. Madam Tuesday was dressed in an elegant gown with shiny black shoes. Her hair was fixed into a sever bun that rested at the back of her head. “But you must realize that even though you find may find the castle, that someone with great power had summoned the healer.”
“I thought you knew that we were from another world,” Mizuki said quietly.
“Of course I know that. All of the healers have always been from another world, but none of them went home without the summoning force’s consent. The one that had summoned the Healer and her guardians is very powerful.”
“Do you know where we can find the one that summoned her then?” Kim asked shaking from her nerves as she sat before someone that gave the aura of a queen or someone equally important.
“I am sorry, but there are many in this world powerful enough to call for a healer. I know that he or she has real need of you though, for a healer is not called upon lightly.”
“Well, unless you can give us some more specific information,” Mizuki shook her head. “The white castle is the only place that we know can help us. If this powerful force wants us so bad, then it will surely intercept us on the way.”
“You make a valid point,” Madam Tuesday nodded. “There is something you should know about goblins though. They are many, and the direction in which you travel is straight through their lands. They have an excellent sense of smell, and the only way that invisibility can truly work on them, is to avoid any perfumes, to avoid smelling at all. Even breaking wind can lead them to where you are really standing.”
“If the place we are standing is inside a hut, can they really get into it?”
“Yes, Goblins do know something about magic. If you use the invisible hut often, make sure to mask your smells and your noises as well if you think they are near. Put your dirty laundry away and wrapped up well, or they will find you.”
“We understand,” Mizuki started to say?
“Do you? Understand, that if even one of you girl seven leaks a tiny bit of pee in her panties while the goblins are nearby, it will detect the invisible hut and get in at you.”
Mizuki and Kim both nodded. “We’ll be sure to tell the others,” Mizuki promised. “So where is the White Castle?” Not more than a couple of hours later, the five girls were walking up the slope into the mountains away from the city. Sook had three bags of supplies which Sandra, Jennifer, and herself gladly carried. They all agreed that weighing down Mizuki and Kim would not only do no good, but if Kim was kept free, she could read through her magic papers to find more helpful magic to help them on their journeys, and Mizuki could probably use her magic with animals if they became lost while wondering through the mountains.
Goblins are very fast, as they run like cats during a hunt, and they can smell out prey and hear exceptionally,but their disadvantage was sight especially during bright daylight hours. The fact that they can smell through invisible barriers but not through mountains of layers of cloth meant that the best way to be safe, was that at night, when goblins were most active, the girls would camp in the magic hut, and they would all have to be in a bed layered with many blankets so that if any of them had to use the bathroom, she wouldn’t be smelled through the illusion. They would have to be quiet at night, too.
The five girls walked up the slope carefully, each helping the other make the troubled ascent into the dangerous goblin country. The reason they had not attacked the city in the last four nights, was that the five girls’ presence had falsely confirmed their fears that the city was starting to become fortified by its sister city that it often traded with. The goblins would need more resources if they were to meet with a real army sent to protect the city.
Up into the hills, the girls climbed reaching for the sky. Mizuki kept her senses alert for any physical creatures as well as anything spiritual. Kim studied a piece of paper as she trod on. Jennifer and Sandra walked lazily,and Sook appearing carefree, have the appearance that she was never carefree,and the others thought that she was indeed either up to something mysterious,or that she was simply keeping a stealthy eye out for trouble.
The day hours were quite for the goblins didn’t like the light hours much, but as the sun began to set later that evening, the girls felt nervous that they could come from any direction. Sandra pulled her sword from its scabbard ready to use it. Jennifer tightened her own grasp, and Sook moved a bit more carefully making less noises. Kim put away her papers that she had been studying so she could look more carefully about her, and Mizuki watched the birds in the sky and bushes along the way for any tale signs of the hideous monsters.
“Alright girls,” Mizuki warned the others. “As goblins have extremely sensitive noses and ears, if anyone needs to use the bathroom, we should do it now, and then travel for another hour or two to get away from the scent that way they won’t know where to find us.”
“Are you sure this is necessary,”Sook said for the third time today. “We did just fine coming to the city, and Kim even wet herself inside the hut.”
“Those goblins were in a hurry,”Jennifer pointed out. “One of the them had mentioned smelling something if you remember.”
Sook sighed and went off with Jennifer and Mizuki to pee. Sandra took Kim a different direction so that if one group was ambushed, the ambushers would have a little surprise waiting for them from the others that were at a different location.
As it was, the pee turned up no trouble other than that Sook really couldn’t get anything out, and neither could Kim. The others that were with them tried to make them try a few times, but when it was obvious that the tulip held no blood, they gave up and met up with the other group ready to continue their trek.
“Sook wouldn’t pee,” Jennifer told Sandra.
“Yeah, Kim was the same way. I guess neither had to go.”
“This will be bad if they have to go while we are sleeping.”
“Well, if they have to go while we are sleeping, and if we are disturbed, I think that Mizuki said we’ll be safe if they just stay in the blankets. Don’t let them out of bed to go to the bathroom even if they wet the bed.”
“Is that what we have to do to them?”Jennifer asked not really amused.
“It’s either that, or fight some unknown number of monsters in the dark,” Sandra looked back at Jennifer. “I wouldn’t mind fighting during the day so we can see where they are, but at night, we are at a great disadvantage.”
“I can disappear,” Sook reminded them. “Remember who saved Kim and Mizukiwhen everyone else was busy?”
“Yes, but they’ll smell you if you start to pee.”
“So I’ll pee as far from the hut as possible.”
“Do you think you can fight them off alone in the dark?” Sandra asked her.
“No, I guess not,” Sook responded. “But I would try rather than lead them to our invisible hut.”
“Fine,” Jennifer sighed. “Sook, if you need to use the bathroom, just wake me and take me with you, okay?”
“Why?”
“Because in Goblin infested areas, I’d rather none of us be on her own. I don’t think we should think we can get back home without all of us doing our parts. There is a reason you have stealth and I and Sandra can fight so well.” “She’s right,” Sandra agreed. “We must all be needed to succeed in getting home, so just tell Jennifer if you have to go.”
“Okay, I will.”
The girls walked on for another two hours without any goblin problems, and Sandra and Jennifer both assumed without any other problems as well.
Finally, Kim set up the magical hut while Jennifer and Sandra kept watch for Goblins. Sook slipped off for a bit setting some traps around then area to keep it safer, and Mizuki listened to the sounds of nature.
Once the hut was set up and protected by some alarms and traps that Sook prepared, the girls all chose their bunks,Mizuki once again stuck with Kim as usual.
This time, the other girls were really impressed and surprised at Kim with the hut. It was a bit larger, and somehow had squeezed the four bed bedroom, the living room from her last image, and the dining room table and stove from the first ever attempt at her kitchen into the same room. The area was nicely arranged and even two dressers had been added to the total image.
“This is really good!” Sandra commented.
“Thanks,” Kim blushed. “I just tried to imagine the three rooms in the same space, and somehow it worked out.” “Can’t you imagine a toilet in there too?” “Actually, I tried, but I guess the magic didn’t seem to know where to fit it, or there is some other problem with it.” “Well, if what the magic would have given was an outhouse, that would have written our death sentence anyway,”Jennifer smiled. “Better you don’t get a toilet in here than you give the goblins some way of finding us as we sleep.”
“True,” Sook added. “I have put up some traps around the hut, so anyone wanting to go out should wake me first so she can see the safe path through them, but still, if there are too many goblins, my traps will only do so much.”
“That’s where you disappeared to?”Jennifer chided her. “I did tell you that we need to stick together at night as much as possible.”
“Yeah. Yeah. I know,” Sook said as though Jennifer were acting like her mother. “But it’s harder setting traps if you have someone with you that doesn’t know much about them.”
“I see. And are you going to be leaving the hut on your own tonight just because you think we are acting like your mother?”Jennifer asked.
“No. I won’t need to anyway. While I was setting traps, I peed too, and the Goblins will probably think we are right in the middle of one of my traps if they rely too heavily on their noses.”
The girls all looked at one another and then giggled. Even Jennifer had to smile at the poetic justice of such a find. After they all had their laugh, Sook climbed into her bed and instantly started to fall asleep. Jennifer and Sandra stayed up a while wanting to keep watch for a bit and they discussed plans for setting a watch.
Mizuki sat up and listened to them planning the watch, but Kim was already fairly tired from all the studying,walking, and then setting up the hut, and she went right to bed. Just as the girls had discussed earlier in the evening, they made sure that Kim had the most heavy blankets on her to try to mask her scent if she had an accident in the night.
The first night has seemed uneventful of monsters, for none seemed to find the girls’ hut, and by the next morning,both Sandra and Jennifer had agreed on a watch plan which would include Sook’s help on the first watch from the next day on. If Sook would disagree with the first watch, then they would put her on the last watch so she would not have her sleep interrupted, but she could help them watch since splitting it three ways was easier than two ways. They both realized that since magic did wear out both Mizuki and Kim, that it would be best if they got all the sleep they could get when they were not needed.
That morning, three of the girls got out of their beds quickly and were ready to go before Mizuki or Kim had awakened. Though Sook really wanted to start out earlier, the other girls really thought that since they had no idea of the toll magic had on the other two, they would not let Sook wake them for fear that the two girls with any magic might find themselves unable to do anything.
The girls told Kim to take down the hut once Jennifer had repacked a few things into one bag that she and Sandra would share in carrying, and they put the rest in logical storage places, such as clothes in the dressers. The trick of course, was that Kim and Mizuki both assumed that she’d have to remember this room exactly, and she’d have to remember where their real things were, so that she wouldn’t cause any of the things to disappear.
For three days, things seemed to be going well, and the girls set up for the last night at the base of the mountains that they would be in the goblin country. Kim started to make their hut, which now always looked the same, a small dining room area with an old wood stove for cooking, four beds spaced around half of the room, and two dressers that kept their clothes. Sook set a few traps,though she was feeling a bit at ease about it because the goblins had not attacked them yet. Mizuki listened around her at the animals and the plants and felt comfortable that the goblins still were not on to them.
Once the hut was prepared and the five girls were inside, Jennifer pulled the map out and prepared to talk to the girls about the grueling walk ahead of them through flats that had little water. As it was, she figured they had enough water with them for about two days, but the castle was said to be three days into the flats.
“Maybe we can refill our water skins before we leave the mountains,” Sook suggested.
“That would be preferable,” Jennifer agreed “except for one thing.”
“What’s that?” Sandra asked.
“The closest waterfall or lake that I know of is half a day from here, and it might put us just out of reach of getting to the castle in time.”
“We can’t reach the castle anyway if we die,” Mizuki spoke up. “I think we should risk it. Anyway, according to Madame Tuesday, even if we do get to the white castle, it is just as likely they cannot send us home until we finish the quest that we were called to do.”
“The white castle is the only place that we know can help us though, right?” Jennifer looked at the three girls that had talked to Madam Tuesday.
“Right,” Kim shrugged. “Whoever wanted us here, will know that we’ll seek out this white castle, so we need to follow that plan until we find out what else we need to go.”
“So, do we go back and lose half a day to get the water?” Jennifer asked.
The other girls thought about it,especially Sook who thought that if they rationed the water, they could get there on what they had, but Mizuki had brought up that rationing water on a trip through scorching heat was not a good idea. In the end, the girls all agreed to lose the half a day to get water.
As the girls prepared to lay down for the night, Sook realized that she needed to pee, and whispered to Jennifer. “Can you come with me so I can pee away from the hut?”
“I am sure I asked you to go before we set up.”
“I know, but I just now have to go.”
“Alright,” Jennifer sighed. “Sandra?”
“I’ll stay here to keep Kim safe. She can’t leave no matter what. Mizuki, are you going to go with Sook or wait all night?”
“I’ll just wait. It won’t matter anyway since Kim will wet the bed on me anyway if she has to go.”
Jennifer and Sook slipped quietly through the night around the traps and the alarms that Sook had set up. Once they were far enough away, Sook wanted to walk away a bit to hide herself behind a bush, but Jennifer caught her arm.
“What?” Sook asked.
“Something feels wrong, Sook. I think the Goblins are nearby.”
“Are you kidding me? I really have to pee,” Sook looked at Jennifer in surprise as she contemplated whether or not Jennifer would tease about something this serious or not.
“Draw your weapons,” Jennifer let goof Sook and took better grasp of her spear.
Sook slipped out of sight which put Jennifer more on nerve, and though she was sure that Sook was nearby, she felt alone and nervous as she tried to make sense of the direction that the creatures were coming from.
Sook was close to the ground, using the bushes to conceal herself hoping the goblins would see the obvious target and miss her so she could surprise a few before they know what hit them. She still used the old city tricks that worked on people. Meanwhile, at the imminent threat of danger, her body stopped complaining, for now, about needing to pee, and she waited for the monsters to approach.
Jennifer realized that Sook was probably hiding and almost using her as bait. She thought it was pretty clever of her and held no bad feelings about being the bait as long as Sook was there as soon as she needed help, and didn’t give herself away too early as she could easily handle two or three on her own.
Sook lay in quiet wait for the goblins to take the bait, her body shaking with nerves as it seemed to take them forever to find Jennifer. She had a sinking feeling that the goblins were also being slippery and might not even be attacking them, but Sandra and the hut. She slipped through the bush closer to Jennifer’s position trying not to give herself away in the event that she was wrong, but she felt she must be right since the goblins still had not come out of the darkness at Jennifer.
Jennifer had a similar sinking feeling as she looked back towards the way they had come from. She wanted to get Sook’s attention, but she had no idea of how to do it since the creatures had extremely good hearing as well as smell. We must get back to the others, Jennifer thought, and she slowly moved back towards the hut hoping that Sook would follow her and understand where she was going.
Sook whispered “yes,” to herself as she realized that Jennifer was also getting the idea to move back towards the hut, and she quietly followed her, and slacked up the space some so that she would have enough room to allow a few goblins to show their backs to her if they tried to chase Jennifer.
Inside the hut, Sandra started to feel a bit uncomfortable like Sook and Jennifer had been gone too long and something might have happened to them, but she also knew that she couldn’t leave the hut and think that Mizuki and Kim would be safe enough by themselves. She had to stay and protect the weaker girls.
Mizuki climbed out of bed and tiptoed to Sandra.
“Something is wrong tonight,” Mizuki whispered.
“I know,” Sandra replied. “I think Jennifer and Sook should have been back by now.”
“I’m not sure, but I think the birds are telling me that goblins are on their way here.”
“Are you using your magic?” Sandra asked as though she though were lightly scolding Mizuki thinking she should be keeping her magic power on reserve for when they really needed it.
“It’s not like I have a choice,”Mizuki looked down at her feet. “My power isn’t something I can turn on and off like Kim reads pieces of paper. If I feel something, I feel it and if I don’t, I don’t.”
Sandra sighed knowing that she was wrong for scolding Mizuki over something that she has little knowledge of. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want you weakening yourself if a fight is coming.”
“I know, but like I said, I can’t really control it when animals speak to me. They tell me things if they want to, and even though I don’t have to listen to them, the magic of them talking to me is still wasted.”
Sandra nodded.
Sook barely had time to turn around as a lightning fast goblin leaped upon her pinning her to the ground. Lucky for Sook at the time, Jennifer had just decided to look back over her shoulder and seeing the goblin leaping, she brought out a javelin (throwing spear) and threw it into the bush where the goblin had landed on top of Sook and pierced it’s back, the tip sticking out it’s chest as it wailed one last breath before toppling over.
Sook felt the thick black goo that was the goblin’s blood fall upon her stomach soaking her shirt just before it toppled over, and with every effort within her, she kept from screaming but realized that her stealthy position was really doing nothing to hide her from the monsters, and pushing the goblin off of her, she ran to catch up with Jennifer.
They just gained the outside perimeter where Sook had set up a few traps, and carefully they picked their way through them glad to see that the goblins had not actually made it to their camp just yet. It was too late to hide that they were there, and Jennifer called for Sandra and Mizuki to come out and help.
“Goblins are coming!” she called. “Sandra! Mizuki! Come out and help us!” Sandra went quietly to Kim’s side while Mizuki came out of the hut. Putting her finger to her lips, Sandra cautioned Kim. “I think Jennifer wants you to say hidden. They should be confused by our own scents and presence, and as long as you stay quiet inside the hut, they shouldn’t find you. We’ll kill off the goblins, and then decide what to do from there.”
Kim nodded showing she understood and Sandra left the hut to find Mizuki facing into the darkness ready for a fight,and Jennifer and Sook just coming from the darkness.
“I don’t know how many there are,”Jennifer warned the others. “We felt them before we saw them, and it hit us that the goblins knew where we were, but they had more interest in the hut, and that made us turn around and come to see that you were alright. I think they are now, dealing with Sook’s traps, so we should…”
Just as Jennifer had mentioned traps,a loud scratching sound filled the hair and a hollering goblin screamed through the night.
“That was one of the alarms,” Sook smiled. “They’re here.”
“Very effective,” Sandra looked impressed.
The four girls spaced themselves,their weapons drawn. Sook decided that hiding was useless in this battle because the goblins had a better idea of where things were than she did the darkness and their own home.
Kim looked through her bag thinking that if things turned sour for her friends, she should at least be ready with something, and she searched her papers for something helpful, but stayed covered up knowing that only the real blankets would keep her scent from being picked up by the monsters.
Sook started to feel the tingling of needing to pee again, but as she faced the night, she knew that now was not the time to deal with it, and she tried to push the urges to the back of her mind. She might not get another chance to use the bathroom, but she wasn’t going to squat here, and give the monsters a free target to land upon. She would hold it at least until the fight was over.
Out of the night, ten cat-like beings jumped upon the four girls. Jennifer,taking the lead kept three off of the others. Sandra held back two, and there were still five that had slipped past looking at the other two girls like they knew they had them.
Jennifer speared one with a javelin causing the other two goblins to back off and regroup. Sandra waved her swords menacingly at the two in front of her, causing them to also back towards the other two so that now it was two on four. Sook and Mizuki stood defensively unsure of how to deal with five goblins at once. Jennifer eyed Sandra with intent, and spinning around, she threw a javelin into the back of one of the goblins that threatened Mizuki and Sook now leaving them two a piece. Sandra, seeing that Jennifer was leaving her back exposed which drew a goblin to leap up at the opening, realized that Jennifer had meant that to happen, and she charged the goblin down slicing it in half.
The other three goblins that were facing Sandra and Jennifer charged as one towards Sandra, not realizing that Jennifer was still spinning around and Jennifer’s spear struck one of them dazing it from surprise, but two of them landed one on top of Sandra’s sword killing it and one at her feet tripping her to the ground.
The four goblins still on Mizuki and Sook had a clear advantage, and they pressed upon them slowly waiting to make a clean killing without any danger to themselves. However, Jennifer finished off the dazed goblin and the only goblin left that were attacking the stronger warriors, was now right upon Sandra’s stomach ready to plunge it’s dagger into her chest.
Sandra screamed, kicked, and pissed herself as she faced her end. The goblin smiled nastily showing its sharp wicked bloodstained teeth. Its breath was hideous, and it was about to use its full force behind the dagger that it held high into the night, when from behind it, a spear point penetrated it showing the end of the point through its chest momentarily before it toppled over.
Jennifer reached and hand down and pulled the smelly soaked Sandra to her feet. She said nothing though, and the two warrior girls looked back at the four goblins that were taking their time with the two weaker girls, apparently not in a hurry to be the sacrifice so the others could take them out. Sandra charged behind two of them and lopped their heads off swinging both of her swords, while Jennifer threw another javelin striking one of them.
The surprise had left Mizuki and Sook only one goblin to deal with, which Sook suddenly charged with her blades swinging three times, she caught the creature in the chest with the third swing making it crumple to the ground. The fight was over. Sook looked at Sandra who was soaked, and shrugged to herself and just peed her pants as well, on purpose because Sandra was already wet, and if the goblins were going to smell that,then there was no reason for Jennifer to risk going out again to use the bushes.Chapter Eight
Now, with the goblins finally behind them, and a fresh supply of water, the girls began their way through the flats. The sun came up early, that morning they started out, and the temperature was already fairly warm even before they had breakfast.
“We aren’t even out of the hills yet,” Sook complained. “I wish there was another way to find out what we are doing here, and to get home.”
“We all do,” Sandra sighed. “Are you sure we have to go through these plains to find the white spiral thingy?” she turned to Mizuki.
Mizuki nodded.
The five girls walked down the path out of the foothills, and into the flats at least thinking that the goblins shouldn’t be any more trouble for them. Once they were two or three days into the flats, the goblins wouldn’t be likely to pursue them because they had been told by Madam Tuesday that goblins were lazy creatures that only preyed upon the weak, and they never ventured anyplace that took any real effort to get to.
The day wore on, and the girls soon found that the ground was soft, and the sand heavy. Though it made the footfalls feel more like walking on carpet and was a welcome exchange for the hard ground they had had in the mountains, they realized that the sand was easy to sink into and this caused them to exert more effort as they tried to pull their foot out of the sand.
The sun continued to warm the land and the air further, and each girl felt as though she was in an oven by eleven o’clock.
“Madam Tuesday was kidding,”Mizuki said wiping her forehead. “The temperature here is worse than anything I’ve ever had to encounter.”
“Well,” Jennifer looked back over her shoulder, somewhat used to this kind of heat. “It may be a little hot, but at least the goblins aren’t following us, and it looks like little else would want to be out here.”
The girls all had to nod on that statement. No one in its right mind would be out here in this heat.
“You know,” Kim whispered a little timid of speaking up with tempers rising and people complaining. “If we, um… traveled at night, it might be cooler.”
“Do you want to travel at night?”Jennifer asked the rest of the girls. Almost unanimously, the girls agree with only Sook having some reservations about it. Still, in the end, even Sook gave in knowing that at least traveling at night would mean less chance of a heatstroke or worse.
Kim set up the usual hut, this time, they also found the extra water stored under the table where she had decided was the best place it’d be out of the way, but still accessible and that she wouldn’t forget to imagine it as she brought her room into being. The others also noticed that the more that they wanted to keep in the hut and the more comfort Kim wanted to give them,the longer it took her to make the hut.
The invisible hut set up, and the girls hardly on a nocturnal pattern as yet, they could only sit around and talk until they fell asleep one by one. Kim took to studying her papers again, Sandra and Jennifer took to playing some cards which Sandra happened to have in her school bag. Sook relaxed on a bed thinking about who knows what, and Mizuki watched the card game.
Sook was the first to fall asleep.
Mizuki started to catch on to the game of poker, and though the girls didn’t use money or any real gambling vices, they still became serious over the game, and Mizuki started to be able to tell when someone had nothing but tried to bluff her way for the hand anyway.
“You two are really serious,”Mizuki teased.
Somewhere, a few days from the girls’ current location, there was a young woman dressed in black and red talking to a flying cat. The young woman had long flowing brunette hair with green glossy eyes and a severely tight smile as though she had never learned to do that properly.
“The Healer is close. She will lead us to the white castle, and once she has given us the master of the white spiral, we will rule all of Gnormac.”
The cat looked up at the woman stroking it. “Meow.”
“Yes, my pet. The guardian of the spiral will not let me in, but he will open his doors for the Healer and her guardians, and when he opens the doors, we will be ready.”
The cat blinked its eyes slowly up at its mistress.
“Yes, I am sure this will work. Besides, the girls will have another reason to seek the help of the guardian of the white Spiral Castle. I think we should take from them, one of their warriors. If they are truly as devoted to one another as the stories tell us, they will want to seek her out, and when they do….”
The can leapt into the air. I flew up to a nearby shelf where its pillow was. The cat was a beautiful white Persian with colorful yellow, orange, and blue feathered wings. It looked down at the cruel woman with a slow blinking and calculating stare.
“My pet, I promise, I will get in. The healer will not be harmed, but she will make it possible for me to rule all of Gnormac.”
The cat turned its back and started its regular pat down of its sleeping space. It seemed rather bored by the woman’s schemes.
“Well, I don’t need your approval. What do you know of human affairs?” the woman scorned the cat. “Go to sleep, but you wait and see, I will have control of the white spiral castle.”
The woman left the room, and after walking quickly through her extensive lair, she soon came upon a room where she had five figurines that resembled each of the young ladies. “Now,” she thought to herself. “I must set just the right kind of trap to delay them just enough that they will have to seek out the castle again, and in the process, I will lay a trap and kidnap the mysterious one.”
Mizuki suddenly stood up and looked through the translucent walls as though expecting something to come charging through the heat of the day.
“What is it?” Jennifer asked as she looked in the general direction that Mizuki had settled on staring in.
“I don’t know, Jennifer. Something feels off.”
“Well, this whole thing is off, so what are you basing that on?”
“I don’t know, but something feels, like we are being watched.”
Jennifer took another look out into the quiet desert and then shrugged.
Sandra had the same convictions that Jennifer had, that no one was close enough to watch them, and there was no place for them to hide. Also, being in the invisible hut, it seemed highly unlikely that anyone would know where they were to watch them.
“You’re paranoid,” Sook completed their thoughts. “No one could know where we are even if they wanted to watch us.”
“I’m telling you,” Mizuki reiterated. “There is something that is watching us.”
“I wouldn’t dismiss her,” Kim suddenly spoke from her bed.
The others startled a bit as they thought she was asleep. “What do you mean?” Sandra asked.
“Well, Mizuki has a kind of magic in her that is different from mine, and she can talk to animals. Maybe she can sense something that we cannot.”
“We can’t go about being paranoid that we are being watched though,” Jennifer whispered. “If we get edgy about something that we have no proof of, and even Mizuki doesn’t know where it’s from, right? So, we will be looking over our shoulders for something that isn’t even there.”
“True,” Sandra agreed. “Mizuki probably is right that we are being watched, but without knowing from what, it is useless to worry about it now. Besides, if it’s not attacking us,then we are in no real danger, right?”
Eventually, one by one, the girls started to drift off to sleep.
The woman in red and black picked up Sook’s figure while she slept. She blew on the figure to remove any gathering dust, and then she dipped the figure into a bowl of prepared herbs and paste. Her hands glided over the bowl and she said incantations to atone herself to the figure and prepare it for spells. Her eyes were glowing and the room seemed dimmed except for her presence.
Sook slept on not realizing a thing. And one by one, the girls woke as the skies began to darken around the tiny hut.
“Well,” Jennifer stretched as Kim woke last. “I guess it’s time to get started on our trek again?”
Kim and Mizuki pulled the blankets off of them, and revealed a dry bed between them. Mizuki smiled at Kim as though nothing was needed to be said, but in a way, Kim felt like she was saying “good job” just the same.
For a second day, as the sun started to rise to the middle of the sky, the girls prepared to slip into the invisible hut. Before setting it up,however, Kim was led behind some rocks by Sandra where she could pee and not have to worry about trying to wait all day in the hut.
It was as the hut was set up,though, that Sook somehow felt a little light headed and as though something were nagging at her subconscious to do something. She tried to ignore it for a while because she knew that both Sandra and Jennifer would not understand her wanting to go out alone. She couldn’t explain it, but it was a very strong pull, and it felt like she really had to go out to perhaps protect her other companions.
The woman in red and black took the figurine of the mysterious one out of the herbs in the bowl, and she dipped it waist deep in a different bowl filled with a warm yellow liquid.
Later that day, the five girls had been sleeping for maybe a couple of hours when Sook woke up. Her bladder was twinging, and she knew that by the time she got Jennifer or Sandra awake, that she wouldn’t make it, so she slipped outside of the hut and then marked the place with an arrow pointing at the place where she had left the invisible barrier. Then, she walked a bit down the hill to find the same large boulders that Kim had been taken to relieve herself earlier.
While Sook prepared to lift her skirt and pull down her panties, she noticed a curious little kitten with soft fuzzy arm-like appendages upon its shoulders. She swatted down to let the urine come out, but as the kitten was close,she also grasped it at the same time.
“Where did you come from?” she asked it as a bit of hot urine jetted out of the hole in her body.
The cat looked up at her with moist little eyes and it meowed. It couldn’t have been much older than six weeks.
“Maybe I should take you with me?”Sook asked looking around as another hot jet of urine flew out of her body wetting the ground over her first watering of the grass.
Sook reached to pet it as she sat there, ready to let the real stream flow any minute. It was then, that the kitten purred and as Sook’s urine poured out of her like lemon aide being poured from a jug, she felt something tingle in her body. The air round her began to darken, and she fell over, some of her pee now spilling over her left leg as she lie there with her panties down and her skirt lifted in front of the red and black dressed woman.
The woman smiled, and as she watched the girl pee the rest over herself she thought how cute the young child was. Hours later, Sook woke up in a small ten by ten room with bars on the front with the door closed tight. Inside the cell, she saw that kitten, and around the room that she sat in as well as beyond the bars in the next room,she saw other similar animals including the mother cat with a full set of feathered wings. |
Tags: Self-Induced Desperation, Forced Desperation, Wetting, Humiliation
Characters Involved in Story Chapter 1: Usagi Tsukino, Chibi-USA, Makoto Kino, Minako Aino, Ami Mizuno, Raye Hino, Haruka Tenoh, Michiru, Setsuna Maioh, Hotaru Tomoe, Seiya, Mamoru Chiba
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Usagi was lazing around in her room, refusing to do her homework as usual. Her studies were becoming an urgent matter, but her personal interest in catching up on her comics was a personal one as well. She was looking from the door to her study books to her comic books, biting her pencil as she hoped her mother wouldn't come in and catch her goofing off.
Suddenly, the familiar voice screeched into her head and caught her attention fast: Stop chewing your pencil, it's bad for your teeth!
Indeed, Luna's wisdom was there, even when she wasn't. Immediately, Usagi put the pencil down on her book and sighed, looking at the clock to see that only five minutes had passed since she started working. She was having a hard time trying to work considering that she hated it so much.
As soon as she began to think about how long her homework would take, her phone rang and she looked to it, picking it up and sweetly answering it. "Hello, Usagi speaking. Who is it?~".
"Hey, Usagi-san.~ It's me, Michiru. It's nice to hear your voice again. It's been so long since I've heard it, it's nice. Anyway, I hope you're doing well.", she spoke to her fellow-friend cheerfully, smiling to herself.
"Michiru-san~! I am doing well, and I wish the same of you?....I see.~ How wonderful! I will definitely be there~!! Want me to call Ami and the others to let them know too?....Alright, will do, Michiru-san. I hope you have a great evening....I will. Bye-bye~".
She spent the next hour calling her friends and letting them know about the upcoming wedding of Haruka and Michiru that she was told about, and she was smiling to herself all the while, excited for the couple who would soon be newlyweds.
Soon, Usagi was eating dinner and sleeping that night. She was ready for the wedding tomorrow.
She woke up the next morning, and the first thing she did was enter the kitchen and drink an entire two bottles of water, certainly nervous about how the wedding would go. She ate breakfast and got dressed in a beautiful red dress, putting her hair up in a mini-ponytail with a red ribbon to tie it with, smiling. She put on her red high-heels, walking into the kitchen and drinking a final three bottles of water, the first two hitting her with an urge to pee. She shrugged it off and grabbed her clutch purse, walking out the front door and heading to her friend's houses, soon walking with all three of them to the wedding church.
She took a seat with them in the third row of pews, sitting on the far side with them.
As soon as the wedding was halfway through, Usagi was beginning to shift her hips a bit, blushing as she rubbed her stomach, feeling a more urgent need to pee than before when she'd left her home. She noticed that Raye was in the same condition, and she whispered to Usagi quickly.
"Usagi-chan...C-Come with me to the bathroom...!", she said, blushing a bit as she asked such a favor from the next-to-most shy person of their group of four, the most shy being Ami.
"N-No..! Just hold it until it's over...", she said, sighing as she put her hands by her sides and watched the wedding progress, Raye forced to sit back and do the same.
Nearly an hour later, Usagi was growing weak in the knees as she had resorted to double crossing her legs and bouncing them up and down vigorously to attempt to reduce her urges, but it was growing more difficult to do so as she found it nearly impossible to make them go away. She looked over to Raye, who seemed to be having the same difficulty as she was, but thankfully, the wedding was almost over, so they wouldn't have to wait long.
Much to their approval, the wedding was over within fifteen minutes. The only difficult part that they'd have to deal with would be getting into the bathrooms, because of course people brought their children, who were bouncing up and down in their seats as the newlywed Haruka and Michiru Tenoh left the room and went to their limousine, all of the people standing up to clap, although Raye and Usagi were pressing their hands against the fronts of their dresses as they couldn't stand to do anything else.
As soon as they were able to get out, they saw the huge lines for the women's bathrooms, and they looked around, seeing nowhere else they could go. Immediately, Raye finally rushed out into the courtyard, Usagi and company following her as they began to get curious as to what Raye was doing. They reached a secluded area where nobody would see them, and Raye was squirming on the spot, as was Usagi, who was doing the same the entire walk to their current spot.
Raye began to bounce up and down, finally holding her crotch through her slightly wet panties, which were clinging tightly to her skin due to the size they were bought at from the lingerie store in Juuban district mall. Suddenly, a spurt of pee was heard escaping into Usagi's panties, and she quickly grabbed hold of her own crotch and looked around, making sure there was nobody looking before she and Raye began to squat down.
They both tried to remove their panties, but they were so desperate that it was impossible to do so, and they both began to gush pee from their panties onto the sidewalk, the stream hot and huge as they pulled their dresses up and out of the way so they wouldn't get wet.
They were sighing with relief, a sudden few people passing by and beginning to laugh at them as they saw them. Usagi and Raye looked at what happened, and they both held each other and began to cry, sniffling and sobbing with embarrassment as they were humiliated in front of the group, which happened to Hotaru, Chibi-USA, Setsuna, Seiya, and Mamoru.
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I hope you all enjoyed Chapter 1 of Usagi's Struggle. Chapter 2 will be up later this week.~ |
Hello all! After a long wait, here is Chapter Two of Usagi's Struggle! I hope you all really enjoy this. I have been trying to come up with something for the longest time, and I figure the best way to start off the new year here at AP/Omorashi.org would be to post a new chapter to my first successful story here!
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It was just another day at the Tsukino's home, and surprisingly enough, a quiet day at that. The young blonde wasn't laughing like a hyena as usual, which would make for a great day anywhere that she was or wasn't. In fact, come to think of it, she wasn't at her own home at the moment anyway. Where was she? She was out with her beloved friends, having fun. One would wonder what kind of fun they could be having, and of course, they were having none other than one of their beloved gab sessions over cheesecake. They loved their talks over cheesecake, no doubt about that.
"So, I call over to the guy in the arcade, Andrew, and he acts like he doesn't even know me!! I mean, what's that all about? Andrew talks to me all the time..", Minako told them, gobbling down cheesecake at the same time with comical tears in her eyes.
Of course, the brown-headed beauty had to interject her friend's statement with some logical statement. "Minako-chan, don't you think it would help if you'd have told him your name when you two first met?", she said to her blonde friend, smiling with a sweatdrop on the side of her head.
Minako blinked a few times and then began to laugh, nearly beginning to choke on her bite of cheesecake at the same time. "Yeah, you're probably right, Mako-chan. You always know what to say about guys. How do you do it? We always fail, and you always...wait. Usagi's the only one in a successful relationship, of the five of us...Usagi, how do you do it?!! You're always with Mamoru-chan. How have you two not split up yet?", she said, piling her blonde-haired friend with questions.
Usagi completely mellowed out and melted away on the table in front of them, seeming overwhelmed by all the questions that she was being asked.
Rei giggled and pet the melted one's head, smiling as she looked to Minako. "Minako-chan, calm down. You're going to break her if you keep this up.", she said. She was going to continue her sentence when she was interrupted by the familiar feeling in her abdomen. "Ami-chan, where's your bathroom at? As many times as I've been here, I've never had to go..", she said, allowing the other female to get up and show her where her destination was.
Ami arrived back at the group, sitting back down on her cushion that was properly placed on the floor in front of the table. "So, would any of you like some more cheesecake? I have a plenty in the kitchen.", she stated, allowing everyone around to know that there was more to go around.
Makoto smiled and looked to Usagi, grinning. "I'm surprised Usagi over here isn't eating it all down. She would have eaten the whole plate-full of cake if she hadn't gone out with Mamoru-chan earlier today.", she said, starting to laugh with Minako and Ami.
Rei soon returned to the group of laughing girls, starting to let loose a giggle as well as the laughter began to grow contagious. "What are you all laughing about?", she said, smiling still.
"Oh, nothing. Mako-chan was just making another joke about Usagi and her eating habits.", she said, grinning at her brown-headed friend.
Rei smirked and gave the same grin to the blonde who just finished speaking. "Look who's talking, crater-mouth.", she said, joking on her now, beginning to laugh.
This caused Usagi to start laughing as well as sit up, getting the whole group laughing, even Minako at herself.
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Beryl was sitting on her throne of sorts in the Negaverse, her hands mystically waving around her crystal which was placed in the top of her wand that floated just above the ground. "So...Nephrite, Jaedite...How is your research of the humans above progressing? What do you have to report to me today?", she said, hoping to get a promising answer from her loyal servants.
"My Queen...We have gathered that humans seem to expend an enormous amount of energy containing their bladders when they've nowhere to relieve themselves...If we can send out waves of energy to speed up the process of their filling bladders throughout the day, we can get the better of them this time, and finally obtain the Silver Crystal!", Nephrite said, seeing a small smile form on their Queen's face. "Do you approve of this plan, My Queen?", he questioned her, hoping to receive the same kind of promising answer that he gave her.
"Of course, Nephrite. But!! You two better not fail me this time. This plan sounds promising, and your actions within it better be as well.", she said, looking down at the two servants as they bowed to her.
"Yes, My Queen. We shall return with all of your promised energy from those pathetic humans, along with your desired and precious Silver Crystal.", Jaedite said, both he and Nephrite vanishing within a shadow in the air, soon appearing behind a large building in Juuban District. Unlike their usual appearances, there was no monster standing before them, but their hands were glowing with power and energy.
"Jaedite, are you ready? Hehe, I can't wait to see those senshi fall to the mercy of their weak bladders.", he laughed, Jaedite laughing with him and nodding in agreement to being ready for their task.
The two men finally shot their hands out at the hair, striking the air with such a great force that waves began to shoot from their hands, hitting the people of the town in a short amount of time afterward. "Hehe, now let's go find the Senshi, Nephrite.~", Jaedite said, ready to go in, head-first.
"No, Jaedite. We must wait for them to come to us. Think for a moment. If we just rush into this, we will fail Beryl again. Just wait. Their guardian cat will go to them, explaining the situation, and they'll transform, coming straight to us, and we can just stand here at the ready.", Nephrite said to his comrade, getting the approval of the other man with a single nod of his head. "And so we wait, Jaedite...So we wait..", he said, both of them growing silent as their waves were beginning to work their powers on the bladders of the towns-people.
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As the girls continued to talk and eat cake galore, Luna came running into the room with urgency. "Girls, we have an emergency. The Negaverse is at it again. This time, they've come at us with a new tactic...They've used energy waves on the townspeople to speed up the filling of their bladders because they know that people expend great amounts of energy containing them when they've no time or way to relieve themselves. You all must transform and defeat them immediately so the town will be normal again!! Girls, it's go time!!", Luna shouted at them, the girls standing up and nodding simultaneously.
Usagi held up her broach and looked furious. "Moon Crystal Power!!".
Minako held up her wand and shouted. "Venus Star Power!!".
Ami held up her wand and shouted as well. "Mercury Star Power!!".
Makoto held up her wand. "Jupiter Star Power!!".
Rei held up her wand as well. "Mars Star Power!!".
"Make-Up!", they shouted together, a light surrounding each of them, each light of their own element. When the light vanished, they were in their Senshi form, ready to fight.
Sailor Mars looked to Sailor Moon, nodding. "Sailor Moon, let's go!!", she said, the girls nodding with her running out.
Of course, the waves reached the girls as well, and were already working their energy on their bladders. It was only a matter of time...
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Soon, Jaedite and Nephrite saw the Senshi running toward them, and they smirked and stood at the ready when the girls then stood in front of them. "Well, hello there, girls. How are you feeling today?", they said, grinning and smirking as they then received quite a bit of replies from the girls.
Venus was beginning to fidget a bit, being the only one who hadn't been to the bathroom recently. Her last visit to the restroom was further away than that of the other girls. Her hands reached down to press against the front of her skirt a bit, only to relieve her stress for the moment before letting go. "A-Ah, why do I need to pee so suddenly? I don't normally have to pee this bad this quickly..", she said, causing the girls to look at her. Finally, Venus regained her composure, and she reached her hand up into the air. "Venus...Love-Me Chain!!", she said, swirling her hand in the air before slinging it at Nephrite, causing her chain of hearts to whip at him, but he dodged with perfect timing.
Sailor Moon looked shocked and growled. "What?! You can't dodge our attacks -- that's cheating!!", she cried out, looking quite angered.
Mars finally reached her hand out and shouted. "Mars...Flame Sniper!!!". She formed a bow and arrow made of fire in her hands, pulling the arrow back and aiming at Jaedite, who also dodged with the best of timing. "Wh-What?! He dodged too!!", she exclaimed, frowning. "What kind of training have these idiots been going through?!", she exclaimed again, this time with anger in her voice.
She then had her attention turned to Jupiter, who bent over a bit, her hands pressed to the front of her skirt. "G-Guah...Now I need to pee too...G-..What's going on?", she groaned, then turning her attention to the black cat that stepped forward.
"Jupiter, remember what they're doing to the town! They're taking action on all of you!!", she shouted, Venus beginning to squirm a bit as her urges to pee were growing fast.
Mercury was about to throw her hands into the air for an attack, but they were drawn to her own crotch as she felt the urge to pee hit her abdomen as well. They were all being taken down, one by one, and fast, it seemed...
Mars, even though she was the most recent one to take a trip to the bathroom, she began to need to pee quite badly as well, her hips fidgeting and squirming from side-to-side quite a bit as her hands pressed against the front of her skirt. "A-Agh...S-Sailor Moon, take 'em down, now!!", she yelled at the final Senshi left standing, their own princess, Sailor Moon.
Sailor Moon then began to wave her wand through the air, beginning to yell out "Moon...Princess...." when all of a sudden, Nephrite grabbed her from behind, making her drop her wand out of the startling grab to her body, the man holding her arms behind her back with one hand while his left hand and right knee held her legs apart.
"It's about time you felt our wrath, Miss Moon..", Nephrite whispered into her ear, and noticing that at that very second, she began to squirm her body around vigorously, trying to clamp her thighs together in an attempt to ease the urges to pee that were now dragging her down.
Venus was squirming a little more now, her desperation now quite a larger feature about her than it should have been at this point in time, but the energy waves were working on her body, and the other girls' as well, quickly so their energy would at last be Beryl's. Her hand was rubbing her crotch furiously as she fought to keep her composure, as she fought to calm her urges to pee.
Jupiter was following behind Venus in her desperate state, yet not quite as bad as the previously stated Senshi, for she wasn't affected by the waves at the same time as Venus. She was bending over and lightly stamping her feet on the ground, slightly holding her crotch without care of who witnessed this embarrassing event.
Mercury was beginning to grow quite desperate, as well as Sailor Mars and Moon. Mercury and Mars were able to hold back the pressure better than their own princess, who was still being kept at bay with her legs spread apart by Nephrite.
Sailor Moon was breathing deeply, her desperation growing faster than the other girls' because of her body's placement. She was caught off-guard, and a spurt of pee wet her panties quickly, causing her to grit her teeth and whine.
Suddenly, without warning or even a clear reason, Venus cried out from desperation and began to involuntarily jet pee all over the ground, through the spaces in between her fingers, her feet rapidly stamping on the ground as she whined, trying regain control. As she thought all was lost, she finally stopped peeing and sighed, regaining control but still as desperate. She gasped and moaned as her hand rubbed her crotch in several attempts to calm her urges.
The sudden release of urine from Venus caused Jupiter to do the same, yet her jet of pee didn't last as long as Venus' did. She regained control quite fast, but groaned and whimpered at the pain of the pressure the desperation was putting on her body.
Sailor Moon was forced to listen to the pee splattering on the ground, which made her even more desperate. The sounds of pee hitting the ground caused her to eject a large spurt of her own onto the ground, her body shaking and writhing as she fought to keep her composure and keep her cool.
Mars followed suit and let loose a spurt of pee at the sight and sound of the pee hitting the ground, unable to control it as she felt even more desperate than she ever had before in her life. She moaned with desperation, her hips shifting and squirming about as she stamped her feet on the ground, the desperation beginning to get the best of her.
Venus finally lost the rest of her urine at the sight of Sailor Mars and Moon beginning to spurt pee as well, creating a huge puddle beneathe her feet as her pee streamed down her legs and as some even got into her shoes. She sighed deeply from relief as she dropped to her knees, the energy being taken from her body as she stopped peeing, Jaedite storing it in his hands as he waited for the other girls to lose their own pee as well.
Ami spurted some pee into her panties as Venus lost every drop of her own, her hands reaching to her crotch to hold it tightly and attempt to keep control, the Senshi slowly being taken down one-by-one...
Jupiter couldn't handle the sight of Venus peeing, and she began to do the same, stamping her feet in her growing puddle of pee, whining as she gasped and hissed desperately. "No, no..!! Nooo..", she groaned, squirming and holding her crotch even tighter as she fought to regain control, but she couldn't...Her puddle was as big as Venus' and she dropped to her knees as well, her own energy being sucked up by Jaedite, only to be stored in his hands as well, along with Venus'.
Mars spurted more pee into her panties, then gasped as another spurt ejected itself to the ground, and then another, along with a strong stream of pee that was hot against her hands. It was a cold day outside, which caused Mars' pee to steam a bit as the puddle grew larger and larger, soon becoming the size of Jupter's and Venus' combined.
Sailor Moon couldn't stand the sound of the pee being steadily released onto the ground, and she cried as yet another spurt of pee released itself into her panties, her body shaking and writhing as she breathed deeply and desperately, wincing as the pain of her full bladder was steadily growing, and her bladder was getting fuller by the minute.
Mercury finally lost control of her own bladder, which was surprising to know because she was the Senshi of Water. Her pee slowly trickled out of her, through her panties on the ground, very slowly forming a puddle. Since it was trickling out this slowly, it would take a supposed four minutes for her to finish peeing.
This was torture to Miss Moon's ears, who then let out yet another spurt of pee as the sound of trickling pee entered her ears.
As the next four agonizingly long moments passed, Mercury dropped to her knees, along with Mars, and both their energies were sucked up by Jaedite, stored in his hands as he waited for Sailor Moon to finally give in.
Sailor Moon squirmed and fidgeted as she fought to push her legs together, as she fought to clamp her thighs together, her crotch aching and throbbing as her desperation was growing and growing.
Nephrite began to hiss into her ear, smirking as he waited for her point of no return to arrive.
Sailor Moon let loose a stream of pee onto the ground that lasted nearly three seconds, her voice gasping out as she stopped it from lasting longer.
Jaedite walked over to her, both he and Nephrite hissing into each ear, a grin on their faces.
Finally, she'd had enough. The floodgates broke down, and she cried out as her pee began gushing out onto the ground. She groaned, her puddle growing fast and steady. As about three minutes passed, she finally stopped peeing and dropped to her knees, sighing with sweet relief. Before Jaedite could zap away her energy, she stood up, embarrassed by the mess she made. She picked up her wand and waved it in the air, shouting out. "Moon...Princess....Hala--tion!!". Jaedite and Nephrite were hit by the moons that emitted from her wand, the energy of the Senshi returning to their proper bodies.
Jaedite and Nephrite disappeared into the shadows, returning to the Negaverse, being heavily scolded by Beryl for failing her yet again.
The Senshi stood up once their regained their strength, and at the sighting of their accidents, they quickly ran away towards Mercury's home with Luna, only to avoid being seen having had an accident.
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I hope you all enjoyed chapter two, and I will now begin brainstorming for chapter three of Usagi's Struggle!!
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This is my first fanfic on the site, and in fact my first post on the forum at that.
Moving right along; this is for Dragon, in the request thread, who asked for a Family Guy story, even though that request was made all the way in February. Some of the spelling is odd because I was trying to type her accent. I'd definitely love feedback/con crit, especially since I feel abit iffy about the pacing in this story.
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“Petah! Get out of the bathroom, I need ta pee!” Lois yells in aggravation, pounding on the door to the bathroom in their bedroom. Peter had gone in practically at the crack of ass, and Lois had laid in bed for a few minutes before drifting back to sleep. The second time she woke up that day, quite a bit later in the afternoon at that, it was because her bladder was full. She frowned, glancing to the door and seeing it still shut tightly. She had tossed and turned, rubbing her legs together and waiting for her husband. She had squirmed, her hands between in her legs and her body curled up in the center of the bed. She really did have to pee something fierce and Peter was taking his sweet time. Nearly an hour has passed since then, and there is still no sign of Peter exiting the loo.
Lois groans, not hearing anything on the other side. She tries for the umpteenth time to open the door herself, jiggling the handle relentlessly. It's useless though, the door is locked from the inside with no way of opening from the outside without some serious brute force. Honestly, what could he possibly be doing? It'd a Saturday, Peter should be out with his friends at the Drunken Clam, or carrying out some half-baked scheme. Not holding up the closest bathroom in the house. Lois bounces up and down, her legs rubbing against each other and her hand occasionally straying up her nightgown to clutch at herself.
“Petah please, I have ta go!” Lois twists her legs around, shaking her lower body from side to side. She sighs, and goes to the other side of the bedroom. If Peter is insisting on holing up the bathroom, she would just have to get dressed and use the other one. Lois strips out of her night clothes, shivering at the coolness in the room and feeling her bladder throb a bit within her. She rummages around to find her usual green shirt and beige slacks, struggling to button her pants. Her bladder feel like a rock, her stomach distended almost painfully. She moans, feeling the waistband dig into her already too full bladder, before taking a moment to squeeze her thighs together and then traveling down the hallway.
“Hey, who’s in tha bathroom?” Lois shouts once she notices the second bathroom’s door is shut and locked as well. There is the soft sound of shuffling and movement behind the door as Lois nears it, feeling her bladder clench from being so close and yet so far away from a toilet.
“It’s me, mom.” Lois frowns once again, feeling her bladder throb painfully; it's Chris, of course. What is it with the men in this house today? Lois shifts her weight from foot to foot, hearing more muffled noises from behind the door.
“Well, when are ya going to be done, Chris?” A large, obnoxious fart comes from the bathroom and Lois pulls a disgusted face. Still twisting her legs around, she scowls,
“Never mind,” And shuffles her way down the stairs. Her bladder is so full, she can feel the liquid inside sloshing around as she descends to the living room. She pauses, putting her hand between her legs and squeezing herself for a few moments. It helps somewhat to lessen her urge, but it won't help forever. There's no telling when Chris will finish up, and she has already given up hope of ever getting into her own bathroom. Knowing Peter, he's probably doing some ridiculous shenanigans or stupid adventure that involves the use of their bathroom.
Lois taps her foot in aggravation and desperation; she absolutely must do something to take her mind off of her need. Despite the fullness and distracting nature of her bladder, her stomach growls loudly; food! She'll grab something to snack on out of the kitchen, read the paper while eating, and wait for the bathroom to open up. Lois smiles and quickly makes her way through the house. She simply grabs an apple off the table and sits down to read the paper that Brian, she assumes, left that morning.
She makes a soft noise as she sits, feeling her pants press into her stomach even more than before. As she begins thumbing through the paper and eating her apple, she crosses her legs. A few more pages, and she starts to wiggle in her seat, uncrossing and recrossing her legs continuously. Sitting down reminds her too much of sitting on a toilet, and makes her urge to pee worse, forcing her to bounce in her seat and constantly open and close her legs, before finally trying to wrap her legs around each other.
Finally, she gives up on the paper and throws away her half eaten apple. She stands, squeezing her thighs together and trying to find a solution before the decision is out of her hands. Her peephole burns; it feels like all that liquid is pushing its way towards the exit, ready to seep out at any given moment. She doesn't know how much longer she can hold it, and feels her bladder start to quiver inside of her abdomen.
Lois cries out a bit, clutching herself tightly in between her legs, swaying from side to side. Her bladder clenches forcefully every few minutes, screaming at her to let go and yet she can not. Lois can feel her face flush and sweat drip down her brow from the strain of refusing to let go. Suddenly, a particularly rough spasm racked her body, and Lois can feel urine squirt into her panties. She gasps, still holding herself, and manages to stem the flow. She removes her hands to survey the damage and sees a quarter sized stain on her pants. They're light tan, so of course any leakage is going to show clear as day. Her face burning in absolute embarrassment, Lois decides if she is going to wet herself anyway, she may as well do it where she won't have to clean up so much after.
Carefully, still battling with her desperate bladder, Lois crawls onto the kitchen counter. As she does so, she can feel herself let lose another, longer squirt of pee. It trails down her legs, streaking her pants, before she can clench herself hard enough to stop. She takes a deep breath, and, positioning herself as well as she can, she crouches over the sink, squatting with her legs spread wide. There's a moment where nothing comes out, and she's simply squatting over the sink, with a face as red as her hair, and a baseball sized stain exposed to the world. Then, a cramp, and the dam bursts, her pee gushing out with enough force to arc her stream through the thin pants, pouring into the sink and sounding like heavy rain fall. She lets out a long sigh, feeling ashamed but relived. After a minute, the stream tapers off into a few trickles and after shaking a few drips off, Lois jumps down to the floor. The ass of her pants are soaked completely, along with her crotch, and several trails leading down her legs.
Lois frowns at her ruined clothes; Peter and Chris are going to have hell to pay whenever they decide to leave the bathrooms. |
Kingdom Hearts Omorashi
Now, you would expect someone like hmm..... Daisy Duck? Minnie Mouse? Kairi? No. You'll see.
Let me give introduction to the gang.
Sora - The Hero in Red shorts and blue top
Donald - The Magican Duck, Wears blue magician clothing
Goofy - The Knight in shining armor, I can't exactly describe what he is, But he wears A green top
and yellow trousers.
After thier setoff from halloween town. They all drank 13 drinks of Lemonade. Donald asked "Who's
gonna have the last drink of lemonade?" Goofy said "Can i drink it?" Sora said "Sure!" As he
carelessly gave Goofy the last drink of lemonade. Completetly unaware that after his thirteenth drink
of lemonade. He would need a pee, He gave him it.
Sooner or later, (5 hours later) Goofy's bladder gave warning that he had to pee. It was easily
handled, because it was only a quarter full. He just looked out of the window and ignored it, not a
good idea. Sora said "Lets go to alantica! Where they make Ariel window cleaners!" All the water in
that world made Goofy's bladder cringe. Still easy to handle, he just went to the back and layed on
the soft matress.
They landed there, Donald was a duck/octopus thing, Goofy was a turtle, luckily, his bladder had
paused for the trip, And Sora was a merman. Goofy's bladder didn't hurass him about getting up and
going throughout all the time he was in Alantica.
As soon as they left & they changed back. Goofy laid at the back on the matress, but his bladder
resumed playing around with him, but then the pain phase started. His bladder wasn't playing
around now, as pressure entered his bladder, Goofy started squirming and fidgeting. Thankfully,
there were bathrooms. He would go there, but they were being made, Each time Goofy had to pee,
he would have to wait for the bathroom.
Goofy went in his room, With his aching bladder trying to annoy him, it was hard to open it, but he
managed it, he opened his clothing wardrobe, he has this because the outcome of each desperation
would be either wetting himself, making it with a wet spot on his trousers, or just making it, was just
his luck. He said to himself "Garwsh, I think im prepared!"
As he left his room, His bladder went there and started to annoy him even more by worsening the
pain, he sat in his seat, he moaned a little, Sora said "Are you okay?" Goofy muttered "Whens the
next bathroom?" Sora said "The next world maybe?" Goofy's face rose, now Goofy's bladder was
half-full, The pain woresened, The pressure was unbareable, He now had to jam his hand between
his legs and he had to cross his legs.
5 minutes later. They saw the next world, Goofy's bladder was three-quarters full, and the pain
worsened, He now found himself with his legs crossed and his hand clutching his crotch. It was
never-land. Goofy was happy that The King wasn't here to see him like this.
They got out, Goofy, still clutching his crotch, saw the water, this opened his floodgates a little and
so he spurted in his panties, he managed to stop the stream, but his pants were doused. Not
enough to leak into his trousers.
"Looks cool huh?" Sora said, But goofy didn't hear him, because he ran off to look for a place to
empty himself. "Hey, where did Goofy go?" Sora said, Donald said "Probaly gone to look for a
restroom." "Yeah." Sora replied.
he found a restroom, but it was for girls, he went in, but Wendy was here. Just taking a pee. His
bladder was now full, the pain & pressure in his abdomen was at its worst.
Goofy asked Wendy to be quick. "Why?" she said, "Because i gotta pee n..." But he couldn't finish
his sentance as his ever-filling bladder ached hard, he leaked a little, he stopped it as his pants got
defeated and a wet-spot grew on his troursers at where he was holding. "Come on Girl!" Goofy
shouted! "No!" Wendy said Goofy shouted "Hurry it up girl!" "No!" she said. Taking as long as she
could. He knew that there was little chance he would make it in time. Wendy kept shouting "No!
Not yet!"
Back at where Sora was, they met Peter Pan! Peter Pan said "Hi there! :D!" Sora said "Hey there!"
Peter Pan stared at Donald "And hows your duck friend?" Donald said "Fine! Were waiting for our
other friend, he has to pee really bad." Peter Pan said "Oh right. So what do you doing here?"
"Were looking for a keyhole, and a restroom for Goofy." Peter Pan said "Oh yes" As he drank some
milk. Little did they know that he was lack-toast intolerant.
Back at where a worried & Desprate Goofy was. His wet spot grew a bit, and now he was moaning
a little. Wendy said "I'm almost done!" Goofy was about to run until he leaked. He stopped it in two
seconds, he was now running into a dead end, his wet spot was now obvious, pee ran down his
legs, he could tell because all the way down his trousers the corners were wet, and his musules
were weakening
Meanwhile, After Peter Pan finished his carton of milk, Sora asked "So your not lack-toast intolerent
right?" Peter Pan Gave a yes. They he said "Whoops sorry. Gotta go to the restroom!"
Wendy came out of the bathroom. Goofy sighed in relief, but suffered a contration, pee was now
filling his shoes. he stopped the leak in time. His bladder was still filling up. As Goofy waddled to the
girls room. Peter Pan flew there first. He could hear him say "Ahhhh... this is- wait, there's no toilet paper in here!!" Goofy's bladder was now full. He could not wait another second. Goofy shouted as he
banged the door "Come on please! Hurry up!" But his Bladder gave way. His floodgates broke open,
making any attempt to hold it in impossible. The wet spot grew. More pee ran down his legs and into
his shoes, he let go. It took him a full 3 minutes to empty himself. When it stopped, Goofy looked at
himself, the upper bit in his trousers were drenched, his trouser legs were soaked, and his shoes
were filled with pee, he was stood in a large puddle. Goofy let out a sigh, and went back to the ship.
Goofy went to the restroom, It had been finished, and let out any what was left, just a spurt. He
went in his wardrobe and got cleaned up. He let his pee-soaked clothing to dry.
Meanwhile. Sora asked "Wonder where Goofy is?" Donald anwsered "Well, We could at least find
him. So they left. They found Goofy, "Hello pal!" Sora asked "You made it?" Goofy lied, "Yes!" He
said, While this was not true. He did make it look like he did it, and fooled them.
Peter Pan got out of the bathroom. And stood in Goofy's mess. "Ah no! What did i do that for?" he
said. He realised that Goofy wet himself.
So he flew to The Trio, and said "I stepped in pee!" Goofy said "Might have been someone else!"
They Peter Pan thought it was Wendy. He scolded her for something she didn't do.
Then they found the keyhole, and flew to Hallow Bastion.
THE END
Alright. You got a crowd of choices.
1. A Rio (Film) pee desperation where Raphael & Jewel get birdnapped and put in seprate cages
then they gotta pee bad.
2. My version of the "Full Tank Stage In Parappa where he needs a pee instead of a poo, but he
does/does not make it.
3. An Aristocats Omorashi where Duchess has several accidents inside the house and where Thomas
tries to get her to wet herself.
4. A Justin Bieber or Rebecca Black Omorashi where they have to play 2112 by rush (20:33) 1337
times.
5. A Final Fantasy (Have only played 7,8,9,10,12) Omorashi where some of the females wet
themselves.
Now Vote! |
Since I so far have two Scooby-Doo desperation/wetting stories and am working on a third, I thought I'd post them all here in a single thread as a kind of multi-chapter fic thing. But the stories are completely unrelated to each other. Also, despite the fact that these are all based on the original Scooby-Doo series, the thread name is based on the new one simply because I'm terrible at titles
--Chapter One: Velma's Accident--
Oh of all the times to find a mystery, it had to be now? Velma had already had to pee when they left the other town, two hours ago, and was hoping the gang would stop soon for food. That way she could sneak off and a have a pee while everyone stocked up on food. Unfortunately, when they did stop, the fast food joint didn’t have working restrooms (of course). Worse still, Freddy got a tip about a haunted mansion up the street. Obviously, they couldn’t pass up an opportunity like that! And so, after some burgers and coke (and Velma rather reluctantly eating and drinking), the Mystery, Inc. van took off down the road.
Which was more like dirt in the shape of a road. The bumps literally killed Velma’s bladder, and she had to keep her legs squeezed together tightly. Not that it was hard to pass off, as the front seat wasn’t really as roomy as it seemed. But she knew soon enough she would have to either find a toilet or press her hand to her pussy to hold back the flood. She looked down as Freddy parked, noticing her tummy poke out from her orange sweater. God, she was really full, wasn’t she?
“Alright gang, let’s go.” Everyone jumped out of the van, with the exception of Velma, who took a few moments to steady herself. Her bladder throbbed painfully as she eased out of the van, and walking those several feet to the front door nearly cost her. With her thighs pressed together tightly, Velma brushed her short hair out of her eyes. Any second now, they would split up, and then she could sneak off to pee. It took everything in her to not hop around and grab her crotch.
Her pussy tingled and burned with a great desire to pee, and her bladder constantly strained against her skirt’s waistband. Oh god, did she need to pee…
“Ok, I think we should split up. Me and Daphne will take the basement and the first floor. Shaggy, Scooby, Velma, you guys take the second and third floors. We’ll meet up and search the attic together.” Fred grinned at his companions, grabbing Daphne by the arm and taking her to find presumably a set of stairs to the basement. Shaggy smiled at Velma,
“Looks like it’s just us again. Like, that’s a lot of stairs man.” Shaggy pointed to the staircase a little to the right of them and Velma paled. There was no way she could make it up those stairs with her bladder like this. But there was also no way she was going to tell Shaggy or Scooby she had to pee like a racehorse. She would grin and bear it…
Taking just the first three steps put agonizing strain on her bladder. The steps jiggled her, even worse than the bumps in the road. Every time she lifted her leg, it felt like all her pee would swarm to her urethra. Every step made it seem like she would gush pee. But somehow, she made it to the second floor through sheer willpower. At this point though, she was sweating so much from the strain of holding on, she couldn’t tell if she had leaked.
“You guys check out the third floor, I’ll do this one. That way we’ll be done faster, and we won’t have to-“ Velma stifled a groaned, a spasm hitting her body suddenly. She squeezed her thighs together almost impossibly hard. Even if Shaggy was stoned out of his mind, she wasn't going to humiliate herself by grabbing her crotch and dancing around in front of him.
“That way we can leave sooner and not have to catch a ghost. Now go!” Velma would have shoved Shaggy and Scooby up the stairs if she didn’t need all her strength to keep her panties dry. The duo nodded, heading up the stairs and casting worried glances down at the chubby girl. Velma sighed, finally giving in and holding her crotch. Now that she had help, she could concentrate at least a little better. Although hand or not, she wouldn’t last long if she didn’t find a blasted toilet!
Hobbling to the closest room, she nearly broke the door off its hinges in her desire to get in. It wasn’t a bathroom, it was a bedroom. Velma groaned, taking a few mincing steps inside to make sure there wasn’t a bathroom anywhere inside the room. She leaned against a nearby wall, wrapping her thick legs around and twisting her lower body. If she didn’t find somewhere soon, she’d wet herself. And lord knows Daphne would never let her live that down…
She sighed, taking a moment to try and compose herself by squeezing her legs together, and left the room. There were many others on this floor and she was bound to find a toilet soon. Right?
That hope was dwindling fast as she opened the fourth door, her face layered in sweat, and her stomach protruding from out her shirt. She was in so much pain she was close to tears. What kind of horrible house was this? She’d found a bedroom, another bedroom, a study, and apparently this room was some sort of library of smut. But still no bathroom. Velma groaned for the millionth time that day, the disappointment of not finding a toilet grating on her nerves. As she turned to leave, however, she felt the first few drops of urine escape her. Her underwear was thin, not exactly made for absorbing pee, and so the liquid splashed onto the floor with relative ease.
Oh god, she had started to wet herself. The drops continued for a second or so before Velma grasped her crotch to hurriedly plug the flood. There was nothing she could do now. If she moved her hand to walk somewhere, she was definitely wet herself. But she couldn’t just stand here forever, could she? Velma sighed, hopping in place and trying desperately to keep from peeing. There was no other choice, she would just have to yank down her panties and pee right here on the floor.
But what if someone came in and saw her? What if the idiot pretending to be a ghost haunting this place picked that specific moment to start kidnapping them? She hadn’t asked to pull to the side of the road because she was so damn pee-shy. If someone walked in, hell if someone even walked pass the door she wouldn’t be able to pee.
Several more squirts of urine escaped, soaking through her panties and wetting her hand. She honestly didn’t have a choice now. Removing her hand, she fluidly managed to pull down her underwear, the light pink material damp in the crotch area, the fabric quickly staining.
Almost instantly, her pee gushed forth, coming out in an incredible force. It splashed on the wood flooring, coming back up to hit her thighs and buttocks. Her face was flushed red in embarrassment and her legs shook from how much strain she had put on them. Oh but it was all so worth it, the relief she was feeling.
After almost an entire minute, the gush managed to wind down to a trickle. Velma sighed, looking down at her feet at the puddle that spread around her. For the most part her socks were dry, although there was a small patch of wetness in the front and back of her skirt from where she was holding it close to her crotch and started leaking. All in all though, she felt like she had gotten off pretty well. Stepping away from the puddle, the chubby girl removed her shoes and soggy panties, tossing the socks near the wall. There was no need to keep those anymore.
"Like, zoinks! Gang way!" Velma could hear Shaggy and Scooby and another set of footsteps coming from the staircase. Looks like Shaggy found the ghost. Now she just hoped they wouldn't set the trap in this room. |
--Chapter Two: Desperate Prone Daphne's Done It Again--
The story is supposed to take place during the Scooby-Doo, Where Are You episode where they go to China/Chinatown and get that ancient Chinese mask.
Danger prone Daphne had done it again; she had been captured. What started as a trip to China had turned into a nightmare as soon as she listened to that sleazy art dealer and bought that mask. She groaned, the gag around her mouth successfully muffling any sounds she may have tried to make. She’d been here for a little over an hour and had already tried to break free, almost managing to slip her arms from the rope bindings. Unfortunately, as soon as she got close to freeing herself, one of the zombie goons had come inside the room and tied her even tighter.
Which, right about now, was starting to cause problems. Daphne shifted in the hard chair, screaming around her gag in an attempt to get the attention of her captors. One peeked his head inside, and Daphne shook her body around wildly, almost tipping the chair over. The guard took quick strides, stopping before her and pulling down the gag,
“I have to use the restroom!” Her voice echoed in the room and she winced when she heard just how frightened she sounded. Still there were more pressing matters to think about. There was a long moment where the man towered above her, staring. Finally, he reached down and replaced the gag, leaving the room without a word. Daphne screamed as loud as she could, banging her feet against the ground and causing a fuss. He couldn’t possibly leave her like this, could he?
Evidently, he could, and the door was shut with a deafening bang. Daphne stopped her movement, except for the constant tapping of her purple heels against the concrete. Her bladder strained annoyingly against the rope wrapped around her, and she could feel the heaviness in her abdomen. Daphne wasn’t one to hold her pee for long period of time anyway, never too embarrassed to ask for a pit stop. And at this point, she had used the restroom along the side of the road more times than she could count. As such, her bladder wasn’t used to being stretched and she reached her limit within the hour.
She rocked as best she could, trying to ground herself into the chair. Realistically she knew she couldn’t be holding much, she had just gone a few minutes before being taken hostage. However, she felt like gallons of liquid had made their way to her bladder, and she was struggling to keep her muscles clenched. Her thighs opened and closed repeatedly, which seemed to help but not much. She wouldn’t be able to last much longer, not if those creeps would keep ignoring her.
Less than 30 minutes later, she began screaming again. By now, her legs were wrapped in tight knots around each other, and the redhead struggled to keep herself dry. She had broken out into a sweat and she was almost certain that the crotch of her underwear was at least a bit damp. Her hips rocked back and forth in the seat and while she knew she couldn’t, she tried constantly to bring her hands to her front so she could grab herself. Her voice was starting to get hoarse and still no one would come to the door. She groaned, practically sobbing at this point. She let her head drop onto her chest, her long hair falling in her face.
She still kept her legs crossed tight but it was hardly helping. She could just about feel all the pee pent up inside her try to force its way out. Her belly had distended greatly, pushing her purple dress outwards. Her stockings cut horribly into her stomach thought, pressing down on her bladder and preventing it from expanding much farther. Her feet still clacked against the floor, although now her thighs and buttocks were shaking from the effort of holding back the flood. Tears rolled silently down her flushed cheeks from the pain, and she had begun chewing on her bottom lip.
Inevitably, there came a point where, feeling fatigued from the entire day’s events, her concentration slacked. Several short spurts of pee found their way into her panties, and she gasped in horror. With renewed vigor she attempted to get the guards attention again. However as she began screaming, she could feel a few more drops leak out. The drops turned into a short, four or five second gush of pee. Daphne moaned, that had felt unbelievably good, so much so that she had trouble stopping herself. The gush tapered off, but a steady stream still continued, making trails down her thighs. Her moaning and groaning filled the room and she only managed to hold on for another few minutes before she gave in. She uncrossed her legs, and before she could even spread them, pee burst forth from her hole.
It fell out in such a huge quantity that she couldn’t even begin to suppress her moans of relief. Her stockings darkened several shades where the pee soaked through, and her bottom felt warm and wet (but not too unpleasant). She could see a patch in the front of her dress and she knew that the back was soaked completely. She had only been going for a few seconds when the pee cascaded from the chair to the floor, the sound loud and echoing in the room. It almost reminded her of the rain and she smiled, both from the thought and the immense pleasure she felt. She emptied out relatively fast, her thighs still shaking even after she had finished. She looked down at the floor, her puddle surprisingly large, and spreading out quickly.
She let out a sigh, at least now she could wait out her captivity in relative comfort. Of course, as luck would have it, she could hear Freddy and Velma chatting from outside the door. Daphne could feel her face burn bright red, how would she explain this to the gang? |
Yo, my name is Kid_Omo, but, of course, you already knew that ;) .
Anyway, this story was written to celebrate the one-year anniversary of animepee.me (Which was about a month ago), one year since I joined (About three weeks ago), and one year after I posted my first fanfiction (Which was about two weeks ago). So...A little late, but who's counting? For that, I decided I would get back to my roots, going back to fanfiction for a little while, and back to the first character I ever posted or wrote about.
Anyway, you don't want to hear me blather on, so here's my follow-up story about Rika Nonaka (picture attached) from Digimon Adventure 3...with some liberties taken with the character design.
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It has been several weeks since Rika's near-accident, and she and everyone else had seemed to have forgotten about it.
Rika woke up from a very restless sleep, something was wrong today.
Rika then shifted onto her side and felt a large amount of pressure on her bladder. This forced her to open her eyes and actually wake up.
Rika turned onto her back, lessening the pressure quite a bit. She then sat up, rubbing her eyes. Rika looked around and remembered something, they were on a raft, or, rather, a collection of floating logs tied together with a vague sail attached, that might explain the tough time sleeping.
Rika was awake before the others, but that didn't really matter, she couldn't paddle this shoddily fashioned raft over to the shore by herself, and she couldn't exactly just go on the raft.
With that, Rika just sighed and lied back down, she didn't have to go that badly. She turned onto her side again, but not for long, the sound of water trickling against the side of the raft was only amplified with her ear to the boards. Rika just turned over and slid out of her sleeping bag, she then packed up her stuff and did what she could to get ready for the day.
Rika then just sat down against the mast and waited for the boys to wake up. Surely they would want to pull over to the mainland for something.
By the time the others were awake, Rika was used to the sound of running water and was starting to drift back off to sleep.
A little while later, Rika was woken up by the boys asking if she wanted to eat.
Of course, she accepted and got up to eat. Rika realized she was really quite thirsty as well, so she took a bottle of water and drank down about half of it very quickly, without much thought.
Her bladder gave her a quick reminder of why that was a bad idea and Rika quickly slowed down on her water consumption.
After the small amount of food that passed for a meal, there was really nothing to do, they were in a raft floating down the river, while Rika wanted to have them stop on the shore so she could relieve herself, she wasn't about to say anything about it.
Rika walked around a bit to distract herself, but in the end just wound up lying down on the raft, tapping her foot restlessly on the deck.
Considering how bad it's gotten in the past, Rika didn't have to go that badly, the only trouble was that she wasn't able to do anything to distract herself, they were on a raft floating down a river. All she could think about was her constantly filling bladder.
As the pressure built, Rika got up again and started walking around a bit, thinking only of how ridiculous this situation was.
The boys weren't doing anything interesting, though, so Rika had nothing to do. She just sat back down and sipped timidly on her water a little more.
She soon set down the bottle, though, and decided to lie on her back again, just looking up at the sky.
The now-monotonous sound of the river rushing by had become sort of hypnotic at this point. Rika then began listening to this and started to doze off again.
Rika must have been asleep for a while, when she woke up, she felt strong pressure on her abdomen, and her right hand felt wet...
She immediately assumed the worst, as she had yet to regain full feeling, and bolted upright, throwing her hands between her legs, only to realize that she hadn't begun wetting herself.
She then looked over to discover that her water bottle had simply tipped over with the cap improperly secured, it had dripped onto her hand for a while.
She may not have wet herself, but Rika was feeling some severe pressure now, it was getting pretty bad!
Rika again slid back and sat up against the mast, forcing her legs together, but not crossing them, so she could be discreet.
It was then that she heard one of the boys talking, he was saying that he needed to use the bathroom. Rika figured this meant an opportunity to get to shore and get relief.
Rike didn't know if she was more distressed or disgusted when he was told to just go over the side. She couldn't really do that, not easily, anyway, and certain not in front of the boys!
Well, what could she do now? Rika couldn't think of any excuse to make them stop, she'd just have to tell them she needed to pee. They seemed intent not to stop on their own, and she couldn't just say she needed to stretch her legs, they could stand on the raft. Still, she would not admit to them she needed to go, she was stronger than that.
Rika pondered what she would do as she picked up her water bottle and drank some of what was left, she looked down, it was nearly empty. Her bladder was going the opposite direction, the pressure kept building, it was almost getting as bad as last time.
Rika curled her legs up and placed her hands heavily on her lap, she had to figure out something, and quick.
Suddenly, Rika jumped as one of the boys walked over next to her and said her name.
"Hey, Rika," He said, sitting down next to her, "Are you doing alright?"
"Y-yeah," Rika stuttered, "I'm fine." Rika said, almost reflexively. Oh, no, had he noticed? Rika began to blush, thinking that he had noticed her desperation. She then felt kind of embarassed that she blushed, thinking he would notice something was wrong.
"Alright," He said, not even really looking at Rika to see her blush, "You've just been really quiet today, that's all."
"Oh," Rika responded, calming down a bit, "I just, I don't know..." She trailed off.
The boy really didn't pay much attention, though, as he just kind of said "Ok." and walked off.
Rika sighed, relieved that he did not notice. Still, she couldn't help but feel that she missed an opportunity to get this over with, so now she was just dragging it out.
She then looked around and noticed neither of the boys were paying attention to her, so Rika moved her legs a bit and slid her hands in between her legs to grab down directly to help her hold it in. She then started rocking back-and-forth to help her ease the pressure, she didn't know why, but it did seem to help.
Rika kind of zoned out while doing this, the only thing she could focus on was the pain from her bursting bladder. Suddenly, she was pulled out of that by one of the boys shouting "Hey, Rika! Get over here!"
Rika took a second to gain her composure as she slowly stood up, she forced her thighs together as she stood, but forced herself to keep her hands out from between her legs. When she did that, her arms curled up to her chest for some reason, she couldn't really help it. On top of that, she couldn't just stand still, Rika had to continue shifting her legs back and forth.
Still, Rika forced herself to walk over and meet the boys on the other side of the raft, hoping neither of them noticed her dilemma.
One of the boys was explaining that they would need to fish off the side of the raft so they could catch more food to eat later. He broke after a while and asked, "Rika, are you ok?"
Rika shook her head and brought herself back to reality...or digital reality..."Yeah, I'm just a bit...restless." Rika said, somewhat quietly, biting her lip, to the surprise of the boys, she wasn't one to speak in hushed tones, but she said she was alright, so they figured she was alright.
They were then given some makeshift fishing poles to try and catch something. Rika again walked over to her corner of the raft, grabbing her water bottle, but not taking a sip this time.
Rika sat down to try and fish, but she was feeling so much pressure, she didn't think she could keep a grip on the pole. An idea then popped into her head. Rika quickly looked around, then reached down and unbuttoned the button on her jeans, and unzipped the zipper slightly, exposing the top of her white cotton panties, and giving her bladder room to expand. She moved her shirt down so that it wasn't obvious that the front of her pants were open.
This solution worked for a little while, but a few minutes later, her bladder had expended the extra room it got and she again had to squeeze her legs together as she sat there, staring at the water, once again, the only real thing she could focus on was her growing desperation.
Rika again began restlessly shifting in her spot, she had to move one hand from the fishing pole and place it in her lap to again apply pressure and help her keep her urge under control.
It wasn't much longer before Rika realized she really couldn't hold it for much longer, she began looking around for a solution that didn't involve her telling the guys she had to go. She looked around for a second, then she noticed her water bottle sitting next to her, it wasn't favorable, but it would do.
Quickly, Rika looked around, then unscrewed the lid from the top of her bottle, she cringed as she realized it wasn't empty, she needed as much room as she could get in the bottle. Rika quickly downed the rest of it, then lurched forward as a shot of pain ran through her body, she thought she felt a little bit of it escape!
Rika then moved the bottle lower, again looking around to make sure the boys weren't paying attention. But, as soon as Rika started messing with her jeans, there was a tug on the fishing pole. She had completely forgotten about that.
Rika quickly reached for the pole so it didn't get dragged into the water, but, in doing so, dropped the bottle, which rolled off the raft and into the water. This not only scared off whatever was on the line, but placed the bottle just outside of her reach.
Rika tried desperately to get the bottle, but she just couldn't reach it. She was then forced to recoil back and again force her legs together with one hand pressing firmly down upon her crotch area.
She watched as her one hope of relief floated away, unable to do anything but issue a shuddering gasp to herself.
She was getting so desperate, she thought she may just tell the boys she had to go so they could stop, then Rika thought about what the boys said, 'just go over the side'...No, she couldn't, could she?...
Well, she really had to go, it was worth a shot. Rika started thinking about exactly how the mechanics of that would work, but all she could really think about was getting relief from this massive pressure.
As Rika was working once again at getting her jeans down while still preventing herself from just losing control, she was once again made aware of her surroundings by one of the boys shouting "Alright, I think that's enough!"
He then called Rika and the other over. Rika got up very slowly and carefully, she stood up straight and walked over to them, trying to make it look like everything was just fine, but the strain from keeping her bladder under control was incredibly obvious on her face, and the boys noticed this.
The boys ignored this at first and started talking, Rika completely unable to listen to what they were saying, but then Rika lost her composure.
She quickly leaned over, forced her legs together, fell back against the mast, and threw her hands down, rubbing her far-overfilled bladder.
The boys quickly asked, "Are you ok?" Clearly very concerned.
Rika strained to look up, then she then saw the dense shrubbery on the shore, which would provide perfect cover for her.
Rika was about to admit defeat when suddenly a thought occured to her, how had she not thought of it before?
She looked up at the boys and said, "I think I'm starting to get sea-sick." Rika then spared one hand to place over her mouth as if she were about to get sick.
Quickly, the boys offered to row to shore, Rika eagerly helping out, regardless of how that effected the illusion that she was sick.
As soon as the raft jolted into the shore, Rika took off as fast as she could, both her hands held fast in an effort to maintain control over her bursting bladder.
This control didn't last long, however. Rika could feel it, her bladder was giving out, she could feel the wet spot growing in her underwear. Rika stopped for a second, bending over and placing all her force to try and stop it, but to no avail.
When Rika realized her efforts were in vain, she took off running into the bushes. As soon as she got out of sight, she fell to her knees, trying to get her zipper the rest of the way down, but it was a losing battle.
Rika had already begun completely wetting her pants, it had soaked through her panties and was now forming a growing dark spot down both legs of her jeans, forming a puddle on the ground right around her knees.
"No, no, no!" Rika shouted, distressed.
She just froze in place as the pee continued to squirt out, running down her legs and thoroughly soaking her jeans. She was frozen there for a few minutes as it all drained out, forming a yellow puddle on the ground faster than the dirt could absorb it.
Rika sat there for a second, stunned at what had just happened. Once again, the boys calling out for her brought Rika back to reality.
She rolled back to a squatting position and looked down, abover her knees, her pants were thoroughly soaked, and down the front the rest of the way down. Rika looked down at the open front of her jeans, her white panties were now mostly stained yellow. How was she going to explain all this?
Again, the boys called out, "Hey, Rika, are you ok?"
Rika then decided she couldn't really find a way out of this situation, so she would just have to face the music.
She got up, re-zipped and buttoned her pants and walked back to the raft.
The boys stared at her, unsure of what had happened. One of them began to ask, "Rika, did you just...?" He began chuckling, Rika guessed at his intentions.
Rika didn't even dignify that with a response, other than shouting at him, "Shut up!" With such anger that both boys just backed off.
Rika's mind was too occupied already, she was wondering what she was going to do, this was her only set of clothes, she didn't even have any pajamas, or clean underwear for that fact.
The group soon got back on the raft, after giving a few minutes for the awkwardness of the situation to dissolve, if only slightly. They then pushed off back into the river.
It was later in the day, but Rika didn't want to stay in these clothes for any longer than was absolutely necessary. Rika made sure she was done with whatever she needed to do, then slipped into her sleeping bag. Under that cover, Rika slowly and carefully removed her pants and panties, setting them out next to her to dry.
Rika happened to notice one of the boys' shifting gaze, looking at the clothing, particularly the underwear, then to Rika.
The only response Rika gave to him was simply "Don't even think about it!" What exactly he was thinking, Rika didn't know, but she had a couple of guesses, and couldn't think of any good intentions he could have.
Rika continued the rest of the day in that...state of affairs...Fortunately, no incidents happened with the boys seeing something they shouldn't...that she knew of, anyway... Rika went to sleep right after eating, wanting to put this whole day behind her, and reminding herself to just tell the boys before it got that bad next time.
Edited July 11, 2011 by Ranpalan
Removed page-stretching content.
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Note: The characters used in this story are purely in it for fun, and this relates in no way to real life. Please keep that in mind as you read this, but please, do feel free to fantasize however you feel the need to about these characters! That's what AP is for.~
Characters used: Chad and Lunaria.
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Lunaria was sitting on her bed, brushing her hair as she was getting ready for their first date. She was extremely nervous, and had been drinking water and coffee left and right. She had a huge stomach, but not so much a big bladder. Her bladder could sometimes hold her our for nearly four hours before she'd wet herself, and she could only hope that nothing would happen to ruin the date.
As she was putting a barrette in her hair on the side, the doorbell rang and she smile brightly, putting on some perfume before walking out of her bedroom, smiling to herself as she closed its door, walking through the foyer upstairs and down the flight of stairs, heading right to open the front door, smiling up at her boyfriend. "Hey Chad. Come on in to sit down for a bit of tea before we go.~", she said to him, letting him walk in while she closed the door behind him.
As he took his seat, she traveled her way into the kitchen to pour him a glass of tea, walking in and serving it to him with yet another smile. "There you go, Chad. It's fresh and warm, enjoy.~".
"Alright, Luna.~", he called her, using the nickname that she'd been given by him as he'd grown weary of having to always say 'Lunaria' every single time he wished to speak to her. "So, when do you think we should leave? The movie starts at 7, so I personally think that we should leave soon so we're not late.", he suggested, Lunaria nodding to him in agreement. "Alright, that seems like a good idea, Chad. I'll be sure to grab my purse right now then because by then, you should be done, right?".
Chad nodded, letting her go upstairs to grab her purse, his mind suddenly wandering away to begin thinking of some naughty things. Maybe she's been drinking all evening. That way, she'll really be bursting tonight during the movie..Hehe.~ He then shook his head as he realized that Lunaria was on her back down the stairs, and he shooed the thoughts away so she wouldn't grow suspicious.
They then left her house, going to Chad's car and driving away towards the movie theater. As they were entering the parking lot, Lunaria began to shift in the seat a bit, and Chad looked to her, tilting his head. "Are you alright, Luna?". "Yeah, I'm fine, my legs are just sore.", she said, covering herself as she was nearly caught in the act.
They found a parking space and made their way inside, but Luna had absolutely no chance to get into the bathroom as there were several people lined up outside the door. Chad ordered them an extra-large soda to share with each other, but preferably she'd drink it up by herself, or at least drink most of it by herself. They got their tickets as well, and made their way inside to the theater, taking two seats in the middle.
The movie started shortly after they were seated, and Lunaria was shifting around just a bit more than she was before, blushing a bit as she hoped that Chad wouldn't notice what was going on. He looked to her out of the corner of his eyes, pretending not to notice and resting his hands in his lap, only to hide the almost-full boner he was getting as this desperate girl was giving him a show right in front of his eyes.
He began to hear whispered whimpers coming from her about halfway through the movie, and he looked to her, tilting his head as he saw her bouncing up and down in her seat, tapping her feet on the floor energetically, her hands pressing down on the front of her skirt as she tried not to wet herself in front of the boy she loved so dearly, and who also loved her the same way. "Luna, what's up?", he whispered to her, seeing tears in her eyes at this point.
"N-Nothing...!", she whispered to him, blushing deeply as she began to squirm, closing her eyes tightly as she sat stiff now, doubled over as she tried to regain her control, a sudden squirt of pee hitting her panties, wetting them on the cloth that covered the opening of her pussy. She gasped soundlessly, beginning to shake as she felt another squirt of pee escape, her hands pressing down even more as she tried to regain her control. She finally ended up sitting back up straight, shaking as she broke into a cold sweat from sheer desperation racking her brain, her eyes moving back to the screen in front of them to continue watching the movie.
Chad was worried and also very much turned on, hiding his full boner from the world around them, eventually letting the situation go as he watched the movie as well. Soon, it was nearly the end of the movie, and he looked over to see her suddenly double over once again, shaking as she whimpered and whined, closing her eyes as she cried with desperation.
She felt a spurt of pee wet her panties even more, her hands now reaching in between her legs to hold herself tightly, her body weakly standing up as another squirt escaped into her panties, her fingers wet with pee as she tried to walk out, but when that first step was taken, the floodgates burst open as she attracted the attention of Chad and several others around them, her pee gushing out through her fingers and to the floor, dripping from her fingertips and legs, puddling quickly around her feet as she danced around, stepping from foot-to-foot as she cried, refusing to let herself believe that she was having such an accident now, but it was obviously far too late as she had no control of the stream anymore, the hot pee steaming as the puddle was growing larger and larger, her pee streaming down her legs and from her fingers.
Chad watched in amazement, almost drooling as he leaned back, beginning to rub himself through his pants, blushing as he watched his girlfriend completely soak herself in front of him. She was still peeing even then, his hands dragging out his shaft as he rubbed it vigorously, his breaths growing deep as he finally began cumming all over his hands, blushing as she kept his moans inside to keep the attention on Luna rather than himself.
After a minute soon passed, she had finally stopped peeing, the puddle huge and her panties soaked all over, her eyes overflowing with tears as she stood up and cried with humiliation, Chad pulling her down ontop of him and pulling her panties aside, guiding her pussy to move up and down against his shaft, hearing her whisper a whine of pleasure to his ears, blushing deeply as she soon came all over his shaft, people around them unable to notice it as they were skillfully hiding their moans with their breaths.
As soon as they were ready to, they left the theater holding each other's hands, and Chad made his way back to Luna's house with her, dropping her off after giving her a kiss goodbye, smiling to himself as he drove away, now grinning hugely as he let out a loud 'Yes!!' to himself, happy that their first date went the way it did. That was the best night of his life, and ultimately, Luna's.
~End~ |
I did not write this story, I found it on another female desperation site. I decided to post it, because I read it and found it quite arousing.
Breaking News
Written by Desperationlover
This story is © 2011 by Desperationlover.
These were exciting times for Daybreak News in Seattle. A brand new set brought a much-needed morale boost to the crew and their new state-of-the-art high-definition cameras and audio system put them at the cutting edge of broadcast journalism technology in the region. The ratings have been up dramatically since the new equipment started operating full-time for Daybreak's broadcasts, but that didn't quite tell the whole story. Grace Chang was also a big part of the story, and not only because of her role as a quality anchorwoman. The new set featured a shiny desk that showed off the young anchorwoman's long, sexy legs, which could only help to boost the ratings for the evening news to even higher levels.
Grace was sexy, young, and intelligent, and she did not hesitate to take advantage of her sex appeal, regularly wearing short skirts and high heels on the air. Management knew that the sharp, sudden increase in viewership was due in large part to the sex appeal of their star anchorwoman. Grace was more than just a fresh young face to look at. She had a very regular routine to prepare herself for every broadcast, and she got along with everyone in the newsroom very well.
On this day, Grace started getting herself ready three hours before going on air. The first hour or so was spent picking out her outfit before arriving at the news station. Once she arrived at the news station, she went go to the locker rooms and put the finishing touches on her sexy outfit. This also presented the opportunity for her to use the facilities before going out to hair and makeup.
It is now one hour and forty-five minutes to air, and Grace looks absolutely stunning. Every male on the set, as well as any male viewers in Seattle, were in for a treat today. Grace came out of the ladies' room wearing a button-up black and white striped blouse, black pantyhose, and a tight black miniskirt so short that she had to take short, narrow strides to the makeup room so that it wouldn't ride up and reveal her panties. On her way to the makeup room, Grace stopped in the break room and poured herself a large cup of coffee and grabbed a bottle of water. A nice caffeine boost was nice to have before the show, but she also liked to stay well-hydrated so that she wouldn't get thirsty on the set.
While Grace was in the locker room fixing herself up, her co-anchor was up to something. He slipped a diuretic into the coffee pot while it was brewing, hoping that Grace would be the first one to come by and have a serving. Just as he suspected, Grace was the first one to the coffee pot when it was done brewing, and she served herself an even bigger mug than he suspected. That guaranteed that she would have a full dose of the diuretic he slipped into the coffee. Another guarantee was that Grace was going to have a very interesting day at the office, now that her bladder was being pumped into overdrive for the night.
Grace was almost done in hair and makeup, and she was completely done with her coffee. She was already half done with her bottle of water, when she felt a sudden urge to pee. It was now one hour before going on the air, and Grace needed to go over the leading and closing stories of the broadcast to make sure that she knew what was going to be covered on the air and what didn't make the cut. Ten minutes after feeling the first signals of distress from her bladder, Grace's situation was suddenly very urgent. Her situation was so urgent that she was pressing her thighs together and bouncing her knees up and down while she waited for the hairdresser to finish up the final adjustments to make her hair look just right once she started the newscast.
Grace: Do you think you'll be done soon?
Hairdresser: Just a few more seconds and you'll be the princess of the airwaves.
Grace: Oh, good. I have to go take care of something as soon as you're done.
Hairdresser: You look absolutely gorgeous. My work is done here.
Grace: Thank you so much. You are such a lifesaver.
Grace got up out of the chair as calmly as she could and immediately made her way towards the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and then squeezed her legs together as she pressed her right hand into the front panel of her skirt. After giving her bladder the help that it needed, she found a clean, empty stall and hitched up her skirt so that she could finally slide her panties down and relieve herself. Grace noticed that she didn't generate forceful stream or quantity of pee that she imagined, especially since she needed to pee so urgently. The important thing was that she was able to empty her bladder without anyone knowing how badly she needed to use the restroom, and now she would have an empty bladder with only forty-five minutes to go before going on air.
After exiting the ladies room, Grace felt a bit thirsty again, and grabbed another bottle of water. The bottle was empty within ten minutes, and she knew it was now time to report to the set. Only half an hour before going live, and this was the time to start running the live promos to hook the viewers already watching TV into staying tuned in for the evening news.
Only ten minutes after running the first live promotion (20 minutes before going on-air), Grace felt her bladder signaling the first urge to pee again.
Grace (thinking to herself): I can't believe this! I just went to the bathroom 25 minutes ago, and I feel like I need to go again. It doesn't feel urgent, and I can hold it until the end of the show easily.
Only two minutes to go before going live, and Grace felt an intense wave of pressure hit her bladder. She pressed her thighs together, and she was sitting with her calves separated, stretching her tight skirt snugly around her thighs, but still hiding her underwear from view. Her efforts paid off for now, but now Grace was beginning to worry about how quickly her bladder was filling up and whether or not she would be able to keep her composure for another hour. Less than thirty seconds to go before going live, and Grace turned to her co-anchor.
Grace: Are we scheduled to have any decent commercial breaks during the show today?
Co-Anchor: I don't think so. We should be running a full newscast just like we always do.
Grace: I hope we can cut out a little longer than usual after the first segment. It would be nice if I could use the ladies room soon.
Co-Anchor: The whole show only takes an hour. Just hold it until we're off the air.
Grace's face momentarily looked defeated at her partner's lack of support in finding her an opportunity to dash to the ladies room for some much-needed relief. She quickly forced a smile just in time for the final countdown to going live....5...4...3...2...1.
The opening credits ran, and 15 seconds later, Grace was introducing herself and her co-anchor, welcoming the TV audience to another edition of the King 5 Evening News. The adrenaline rush of going on air and being thrust in front of a live audience took Grace's mind off of her swelling bladder for a few minutes. It wasn't until her co-anchor took over and passed a story of a broken water main to a field correspondent that Grace's mind returned to her bladder. The water main break sent a torrent of water into a major road, causing heavy traffic delays. The audible sound of gushing water coming in from the news cameras was not doing anything to help Grace cope with her current situation. Grace was making every effort possible to maintain her composure, but her need to urinate was becoming increasingly stronger as the minutes slowly ticked away. Just as her hands were migrating towards the front panel of her mini-skirt, the producer signaled her that the next story was coming up.
With the camera now focused on Grace, she had to muster up every bit of discipline she had to not show the crew or the television audience the distress she was facing. The camera zoomed out when featuring shots of Grace to capture her firm, sexy legs on camera for everyone to see. This meant that Grace had to keep her hands away from her skirt, while at the same time making sure that her legs were in position to prevent the news viewership of Seattle from treating themselves to an eyeful of her white cotton panties. Her report featured tips on how drivers could maximize fuel mileage in their vehicles, and which gas stations and locations were currently offering the lowest prices in the city. During the report, Grace uncrossed her legs so that she could quickly tug the hem of her skirt forward and press her hands into the front panel without arousing any suspicion of the battle she was waging under her sexy mini-skirt. After taking care of her skirt to prevent an up-skirt sighting, she recrossed her legs, this time squeezing her legs noticeably tighter to take some of the pressure off of her distressed bladder. The story was over, and the producer gave the cue to cut to commercial.
As soon as the cameras cut to commercial, Grace squeezed her thighs together as tight as she could, bouncing her knee up and down frantically once she got her legs into position. Her skirt rode all the way up to the edge of her panties, and she had to reach under her butt to pull her skirt forward and regain full coverage of her rear end on the seat. Grace signaled the producer to come towards the news desk.
Grace: Would it be possible for me to take a little break?
Producer: What are you talking about? We are only 12 minutes into the broadcast and we are going to be back on air in 30 seconds.
Grace: Well, can we cut the next segment short so that I can take a break at the next commercial? I really need to go to the bathroom.
Producer: (completely blowing off her request)....We are live in (hand signals....3, 2, 1).
Grace was taking the lead on the next story, a fraud case involving a Seattle-based company trying to illegally obtain maintenance contracts on road and sewer infrastructure throughout the city of Seattle. The next story on the broadcast was the weather report.
Grace was maintaining her composure well through the first 20 minutes of the broadcasts, but her bladder situation was now becoming desperate. She could feel the urge to empty her bladder becoming stronger and stronger, and the waves of pressure were now coming at faster intervals, with increasing intensity and longer duration each time. She spent the next ten minutes either directly reporting the news, or interacting directly with an in-studio correspondent. This helped to take the focus away from her bladder by keeping her engaged in the newscast and following the cues from the on-set crew.
The evening news was now halfway over, and Grace was really starting to feel desperate. She could no longer hide her desperation from her co-anchor or the crew members on the set. Her legs were crossed tightly and slightly trembling, and her face was really starting to show signs of worry and panic. The halfway point marked the longest commercial break of the broadcast, and Grace took this opportunity to find herself some relief.
Grace (to her producer): I am so sorry, but if I don't get to the bathroom right now, I'm going to wet myself right here.
Producer: We are going to be back on the air in less than two minutes. You'll never make it back in time.
Grace: I'm sorry, but I can't wait any longer. I can't remember the last time I needed to pee so badly. I really need you to fill the broadcast until I get back.
With that, Grace left the news desk and scurried towards the bathroom as fast as her tightly skirted legs would allow her. The nearest bathroom was just across the set, and Grace pushed the door open without knocking or hesitating. She barged in on an assistant producer using the urinal and caught him by surprise. The bathroom on set was set up for men and women, with only a single urinal and toilet. Grace obviously wasn't in the bathroom looking to use the urinal, so she proceeded to the door to the toilet stall. She pushed the door, only to find it locked.
Man in the toilet stall: Sorry, this one's being used.
Grace: Please let me in, I need to pee really badly and I need to get back on set in two minutes.
Main in the toilet stall: Sorry lady, you're out of luck. Go find another place to relieve yourself.
Grace: I don't have time, and I can't wait much longer. I'm gonna pee myself if you don't let me in right now!
Main in the toilet stall: Too bad, but you're just gonna have to wait.
Grace bent over and stuffed her hand up her skirt against her cotton panties. She kept her hands pressed against her crotch for a few seconds, her legs were now trembling in the effort to contain the geyser ready to explode out from her crotch. With only 25 seconds to go before the newscast resumed, she staggered out of the bathroom and gingerly made her way across the set back to the news desk. Just as she sat down she crossed one leg over her hands that were pressing hard into the front panel of her skirt. Four seconds before resuming the live newscast Grace uncrossed her legs, pulled the hem of her skirt forward as far as she could and made herself look respectable just as the red light went back on.
The clocks on the set indicated that there was still 23 minutes and 15 seconds to go before the newscast concluded. Grace noticed this and made a mental note in her head. She had to control her bladder for at least 23 more minutes before she could run off to the toilets and open the floodgates. For the first 11 minutes, Grace was able to continue reporting the news with respectable poise and composure, especially considering her dire bladder situation. However, with just over 12 minutes to go in the broadcast, Grace felt an overpowering surge of pressure in her bladder and spurted a few drops into her panties.
Grace: Oh, my goodness!
Co-anchor: Grace, is everything ok?
Grace: Ummm....no, I mean...yes, of course. I-i th-think we need to cut to commercial break.
Co-anchor: Stay tuned in, folks. We are running the rest of the broadcast commercial-free.
Grace: That's great news for our viewers. I don't know if I can contain myself. (literally and figuratively).
Grace was now sitting with her heel pressing all her weight against her urethra. Her bladder was just about to explode its contents into her panties if not for the panicked and hurried effort to put pressure against her pee hole. In this position, Grace's legs were now uncrossed and just a bit spread open so that she could maintain the pressure of her heel against her urethra and prevent a disaster in her skirt. However, with the underneath view of the news desk and the cameras still focused on Grace's sexy figure, this position treated anyone watching to a delicious upskirt view of Seattle's hottest reporter on live television. Grace didn't notice the blatant upskirt show she was giving to the Seattle TV audience for almost a minute while she turned all her focus toward preventing herself from wetting herself on the air..
Producer (in Grace's earpiece): You might want to consider changing your position in your chair. You're putting on a show out here.
Grace listened in on her earpiece and finally noticed the "show" her producer was referring to. She knew she had to get her heel out from under her butt so that she could re-cross her legs and block the view up her short skirt. She also knew she had to do this very carefully or she was going to start losing control of her bladder right under her news desk. She quickly jerked her left leg out from under her and moved it down into a more natural sitting position. While doing this, she kept one hand up above the news desk (in a futile effort to draw attention away from her situation), and the other hand was pulling the hemline of her skirt forward. Grace used this opportunity to keep her hand pressed down against the short front panel of her skirt, hoping to block her white cotton panties from the view of the Seattle television audience.
Producer (in Grace's earpiece): Ok Grace, let's try to finish up the news tonight without anymore flashing.
Grace didn't appreciate her producer's apparent lack of sensitivity to her desperate situation, but her main priority was not to wet herself on camera. Her legs were now crossed as tightly as she could squeeze them together, bouncing and squirming up and down as she struggled to maintain control of her bursting bladder. Only four minutes left before the final credits and shutting down the live feed, but Grace was becoming frantic. Less than 30 seconds later, with the cameras focused in on Grace and her co-anchor, all her efforts at hiding the incredible urgency of her situation were now exhausted, as she uncrossed her legs so that she could jam at least one hand as close to her crotch as her short, tight skirt would allow. Grace finished up her final segment within a minute, and the cameras focused on her upper body during that sequence, temporarily taking the focus off her in-studio desperation. Only two more agonizing minutes to go before she could spring out of her chair and rush to the bathroom. Just as her co-anchor took over, a powerful, one-second squirt hissed into her panties. The bottom of her skirt was now certainly soaked, and she could feel a small leak trickle down into her chair as she squealed in the intense effort and pain required to stem the tide one last time. She knew her urethra would not be able to contain another powerful surge from her bladder like that. Fourty-five seconds remained, and it was Grace's time to deliver her final words from the newsdesk.
Grace: Thank you so much for watching tonight. However, I must depart the set immediately so I can attend to a very urgent, rapidly developing situation.
With that, Grace rose from her chair as quickly as she could, pulling down the hem of her skirt with one hand while jamming the other between her legs. Just as she reached a standing position, she started losing control. This time, she lost a three-second, high pressure torrent right through her panties and down to the floor between her legs. Grace was having a bladder accident on live television, and her face blushed beet red with a mortified look on her face. She froze in place and squeezed her legs together with every ounce of her will, trembling with the effort to delay the imminent eruption between her legs. The cameras finally stopped rolling, but she wasn't out of trouble yet. Every cameraman, director, producer, and assistant on the set now had their collective eyes fixated on the network's star reporter in disbelief.
Grace somehow managed to regain control, but she new as well as everyone else in the studio that her ability to control her bladder (if not lost already) was going to be short-lived. She hobbled towards the bathroom with both hands thrust under her mini-skirt, praying against all odds that she would at least make it inside before a torrent could escape her aching bladder. Grace was only two meters from the bathroom door when she heard the door lock from the inside.
Grace (while doing a frantic pee-pee dance outside the bathroom door): Let me in! Oh please, you have to let me go to the bathroom or I'm gonna wet myself right here!
Person inside the bathroom: No answer.
Grace: OH NO! I'm leaking in my panties.....I don't think I can stop it! You can't let me have a wetting accident out here.
Person inside the bathroom: I'll be out in less than a minute.
Grace: DON'T DO THIS! I'm gonna pee in less than a minute.
Just as Grace predicted, her bladder sprayed through her panties again, this time for four seconds. Grace put her back against the door and slumped down onto the floor, her panties now in full view of all onlookers in the studio. Her thighs were still squeezed together, but her legs parted at the knees as her bladder overpowered her and emptied itself right outside the bathroom door. She continued peeing for twenty-one seconds before the stream subsided to a trickle.
Grace (now crying): I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened, but I've never had to pee so bad in my life and I couldn't hold it anymore! I'm so embarrassed.
Finally the bathroom door was unlocked, and Grace felt the door open behind her, but it was obviously too late. She meekly rose to her feet out of the puddle she had just created and walked into the bathroom. Once inside, she locked the door and started removing her soaked black pantyhose and wringing out the urine into the toilet. She exited the stall and headed towards the sink, ready to wash her hands, when she felt the breeze from the fan hit her soaked panties under her skirt. She didn't like the cold sticky feeling of her soaked panties against her pussy, so she hiked her skirt up and peeled her panties off.
After thoroughly drying off her nether region, she washed her hands, straightened her skirt, and exited the bathroom. It was obvious to anyone that she had removed her pantyhose. However, she didn't want anyone to know (other than by speculation) that she was going commando out of the building. Grace's gait was smooth and calculated, with her hands constantly pulling down on her skirt to make sure she was covering as much as possible. She managed to make it out of the building and all the way to her car without anyone getting a chance to gawk at or catch a glimpse of her naked crotch. What a day. |
Author's Note: So this story is heavily based on an omorashi dream I had a while ago. Since it is my dream, it's in my perspective. It is technically fiction because my brain made it up and showed it to me. The story was so strange and detailed I wrote it down on paper like all other of my complex and epic dreams. I just dug it up and started the draft with a pencil. I was surprised that I forgot I had an artistic part of me. As I started writting the story poured out of me. I had to create about half of the story from nothing. If you all like it that's great, but if you don't whatever. Having this artistic part of me I'm already very critical of my own works. In the writing of this very story I thought multiple times of setting it on fire because I did'nt think it was good enough. It's kind of long and narrative but stick with it and it will come around. Well, I think that's enough rambling. On with the story.
Naruto Sees a Movie
One day I saw a flyer for an old film viewing at a local college. I'm such a sucker for old movies I could'nt resist. The flyer proclaimed "Underground" which was supposed to mean not a lot of people would be there. The day came and I arrived at night to the building.I entered a large classroom-like room. I realized it was very "Underground". There were 10 folding metal chairs set up, along with me there was a group of 3 young teens. Then I noticed one's bright golden hair, and orange uniform. It was Naruto and the two others were his team Sauske, and Sakura. By the irritated looks on their faces this was Naruto's idea. Naruto himself was excited and grinning like an idiot as usual. They noticed me and all raised a hand in greeting. I sat amongst the chairs. The instructor, or host, or whatever he was came in and introduced himself. Then he dropped the projector he was carrying smashing it to peices. We all groaned as he slunk off saying he would find another.
We all sat in annoyed silence until Naruto spoke up about five minutes through this. He asked me what my favorite movies were. That started off a long back and forth conversation. Eventually it came around to how everyone found out about this thing in the first place. Naruto's commrades confirmed they had been dragged here. I told them to relax, these movies were supposed to be classics, they might see something they like. The talk eventually led to Sauske muttering something. "What was that?" snapped Naruto probably knowing what it was. It was an insult. Sauske had called him a whiny little brat or something.They shouted insults at each other a while, then sprung up and got close to each other, face to face. Me and Sakura both moaned again knowing it was far too late to stop them now. Just then I looked up and noticed the instructor was back with a new machine. But now he was fiddling with the wires like he didn't know what he was doing. By the looks of it those two had plenty of time to settle this.
They finally agreed to a test of skills. They got out knives and ran at each other. I could barely keep up with my eyes. They ran all over the room slashing, jabbing, dodging, and leaping around. The whole time they kept running their mouths off at each other. Finally they stopped and neither had a scrath on him. There was no winner, but they were still determined.
Next they came up with a test of the senses. Sauske would try and find Naruto in complete darkness. He turned off all the lights, and left me and him alone as he went to wait until Naruto was ready. Suddenly in the dark I felt Naruto tugging at my arm. "You're coming with me." He said. "Why are you literally dragging me into this?" I complained. "Because I don' trust you right now, what's keeping you from just telling Sauske where I hide?" Responded Naruto."Fine let's just get this thing over with." I said back. We felt around for something to hide in. We eventually found a tall, narrow closet. "There's no way we can both fit in there." I said. "We can do it like this." Said Naruto as he suddenly jumped up on my shoulders, and wrapped his legs around my neck."Okay." I said reluctantly. We squeezed in and shut the door. We waited stacked on top of each other in silence. After a bit Naruto started to tremble, then whimper. Maybe he was afraid of the total dark, or confined space, or both. I reached up and punched him in the leg telling him to shut up or Sauske will find us. He listened for only a minute, until he heard footsteps approaching. Naruto trembled, and shook even harder. The footsteps came to right outside the closet. Naruto started whimpering again. Then I also started feeling something wet on my shoulders. I thought it was Naruto sweating on me. Then the closet door was flung open violently. Naruto screamed, and at the same time warm liquid flooded over my shoulders and down my back. I threw him off me into the folding chairs. It wase'nt until I crawled out, and saw his wet pants what I knew that liquid was. He had gotten so scared that he had wet his pants while sitting on my shoulders. After I got over the shock of this realization I went into I guess you could call it a man hissy fit. I stomped around saying how disgusted I was, and I could'nt believe he did that, and he could have at least warned me he had to go. Sasuke, Sakura, and the instructor looked on in silent shock as I vented. Naruto could only say that he was sorry over, and over.
Later the instructor went back to wrestling the projector. I sat with still wet shoulders with an angry look on my face. I regreted everything I did in the last 24 hours. Sauske, and Sakura were still quiet, maybe they were stil in shock? Naruto was also not talking. He now sat on a towel on a chair, and either faced away from us at the wall, or looking at his own feet with a look of shame on his face. The whole time he had his hands between his legs trying to hide the evedince.After a few minutes I calmed down enough to see some reason. I looked at Naruto again and this time felt deep sympathy for him. I saw now that no matter how gross, and embarassing this was for me it was ten times that for Naruto. I calmly got up and approached the instructor and started talking to him. Naruto looked at us in a worried look. I asked if there was anything around here that could help us out. He said there was a shower on the first floor and we were welcome to it. I said "Please lead the way." I motioned for Naruto to get up and come along. As we walked Naruto's hands still didn't leave his pants. I knew I had to say something. I started talking. I said I was sorry for my outburst earlier, I just have a bad habit of flipping out easily. Then I said it wase'nt his fault and it could have happened to anyone. I ended with the joke that Sauske probably wet his bed for years after Naruto stopped. That finally got him to crack one of his huge grins, and I knew he would be fine. He relaxed enough to take his hands away from his pants and he strolled normaly with me.
We got to the showers and the instructor said he's find us some spare clothes, and launder the ones that were wet. I sat on the bench outside and Naruto followed my lead. The guy returned with a gray shirt for me, and white boxers, and blue jeans for
Naurto. We went in separatley. I was first. I undressed, hopped in, and came out quick and re-dressed. The instructor took the wet shirt for the laundry right down the hall. Next Naruto hopped in. The instructor took his orange pants, and green boxers away. Naruto came out not sure of his new look. Along with the jeans he still had his orange shirt. I gave a thumbs up. The instructor said our clothes would be ready in about two hours. We all walked back and re seated in the projector room.
Naruto showed off his new look to his partners. They both smiled weakly. I felt like I did something good. He had most of his confidence and outgoing style back, and finally the instructor got the projector working and we were about to start the movies. I noticed Naruto and the others were gone. I asked where they went. The instructor said they all went for snacks that he brought down the hall. A little while later they all came back. Sauske, and Sakura both had small sodas and just a bit of popcorn. Then Naruto strode in carrying a huge soda, and equally huge popcorn. I stared at the soda. "It can't be." I thought. "He can't possibly be that stupid. That thing is going to haunt him later." Naruto noticed I was looking and grinned again, he took a huge sip. The lights went out and the movie started. |
This is based off a sitcom about a family of wizards and their daughter, Alex, casts a bunch of spells that can get her, her brothers and her friend into a bunch of trouble. Anyway, here it is.
Alex woke up after a long night with hardly any sleep. Thanks to her younger brother, Max, she and Justin had to counteract a spell that caused everyone at school to vanish. She got dressed for the day in a brown tee with a gray sweater vest over it. She also put on a brown pleated skirt, white knee socks and long black boots.
She brushed her dark brown hair and walked down the stairs to her family's sub shop which also held their Wizard Lair. She took her spot at a table, put her feet up on it and started reading one of her magazines. "Someone's up early." Justin smirked. Justin was her oldest and smartest brother who always liked to look down at Alex.
"Yeah, because thanks to Max I hardly got any sleep last night. Why didn't I think of that spell? It'd be helpful at school."
"Well now thanks to Max, we aren't allowed to use magic for a month except when we are doing our wizard lessons."
"But I was going to use one to sneak into a party this weekend! Why don't they take away only Max's magic? After all he was the one who goofed up!"
"I have a feeling that they know you'll goof up even more badly with your magic." Alex put her feet on the table again when Harper showed up.
She was wearing her frog dress again and was smiling as if she had good news. "Hey Alex! Great news! We can go to Coney Island together this weekend!"
"I thought I was banned from there."
"You don't have to go if you don't want to."
"I want to."
"Then we'll go! Yay! I finally get to go to Coney Island with my friend!"
"Ohhh, I forgot. Mom and Dad banned me from using magic for a month because of that spell Max cast."
"Then we'll just get my mom to drive us there or something." Alex flipped another page in her magazine and made extra sure Justin had left, then took her wand out.
"I thought you couldn't use magic."
"You don't actually think I'd listen to that, do you?" Alex had no idea Justin had pulled a prank on her by messing with her wand. "Take me there, take me here, take me where? Coney Island." Alex waved her wand but nothing happened. "Why didn't the spell work? It should've." She also noticed some pain in her bladder but ignored it.
"Did you say the spell right Alex?"
"Yes, I did. I made the spell up! Maybe my wand is broken or something." Justin was watching Alex struggle with her wand smiling to himself. Casting that bladder spell on her was pure genius! Both Alex and Harper would endure desperation until they wet themselves or reversed the spell, and Justin knew that would never happen. He went upstairs to his room to write down his new spell.
"Have you figured out why your spell hasn't worked yet Alex?" Alex was reading book after book of spells but she still couldn't find anything. Her need had gotten worse, so every time Harper wasn't looking, Alex crossed her legs. She shut another heavy book.
"Nothing in this one either! It's probably another broken wand! Dad will have to pay to send it in to get repaired and he'll get really mad at me!" Alex sighed, wondering how she'd explain this to him.
"Well can we worry about your dad later? Look, I really have to use the bathroom."
"Well, okay. You know where the bathroom is." Alex didn't mention her own need purely because she knew she could wait longer to use the bathroom.
"Alright, I'll be back in a minute then."
While Harper was gone, Alex kept pacing the floor, trying to get her wand to work while also trying to hold her pee. She tried sitting on one of the couches in the lair, balancing a spell book on her lap to ease pressure, but she still couldn't stop squirming. Harper finally came back after a while.
"All of the bathrooms are locked for some reason and the upstairs one had a note taped on it in Justin's handwriting." Alex's eyes lit up when she realized exactly what was going on.
"Let me see that note for a second!" She started reading it:
Hey sis! I hope you enjoyed my 'little prank'! I spelled your wand and cursed you and Harper! Now there's nothing you can do now....minus wetting yourself! Haha!
Alex crumbled the note up and crossed her legs again. "That jerk! When I find him, I'm going to-"
"Okay, we can talk about you murdering Justin later. Right now we need to figure out how we are going to prevent us from wetting our outfits! This outfit shrinks when it's wet!"
Alex knew she wouldn't last much longer, so she jammed her wand up there to try and plug the unavoidable flood longer. "Why did you just do that Alex?"
"Because I know that I'm going to wet myself soon and I'm running out of options! What am I going to do?" She removed her wand and started holding her crotch with both hands and jumping around.
"This is all because of Justin and his stupid curse! Why does he find it funny to torment me?"
"Alex, aren't you a wizard? You could probably do something to prevent yourself from wetting." Alex's eyes lit up again.
"That's it! I could do a spell!" She slowly removed one of her hands and felt a little bit come out. "No! I can't be wetting myself now! I have to get rid of all of this extra fluid!" A small stream started so Alex jammed both of her hands there again to stop it. A small wet spot was already appearing on her skirt.
"Alex, I just know there's no way you can stop wetting yourself."
"Yes I can! Just, just grab my wand for me off the table! I can make it so we won't have to!"
"I can't move though. If I did, I'd surely wet myself." She showed Alex her crossed legs and how she was clearly holding herself down there.
"Ohhh, fine! I'll do it! But it better be worth it!" She grabbed her wand and felt herself loose all control. A stream started streaming out from under her skirt, making her blush.
"Liquid, liquid inside me and my friend, take it out, take it out, don't make me shout!" She waved her wand and a long stream of pee became attached to her wand, and it was coming from under her skirt. She grinned at Harper.
"Ummm, okay. Did you just use a spell to take all of the pee out of you? Because if you did, that's really gross." Alex smiled and shook her wand. The stream vanished quickly and so did Harper's need.
Justin walked in right then, eying Alex's skirt. "It looks like my prank worked after all!"
"Actually, it didn't Justin! I used a spell and removed all of the pee from my body. So therefore, I am still smarter then you! Haha!" Alex laughed.
"What about Harper?"
"Did the spell on her too. So, do you want to curse us some more, or do you want to lend me 20 bucks so Harper and I can go shopping?" She snuck it from his wallet while he stood there speechless.
"Come on Harper, there's a pair of shoes I've been eying at Shoe Stop. Let's get going!" Harper jumped up from the couch, waved at Justin, then followed Alex.
Justin wrote in his notes that night to try a stronger curse on Alex. Hopefully permanent. He grinned to himself as he imagined his sister Alex's face when he got her tomorrow..... |
Hello, I'm the user who made a few posts after joining and never did anything else. Now I want to become a writer!
But on a more serious note, I was looking through the fiction stories I created on my free time to find one a made about omorashi. Thinking that I needed to contribute to this awesome forum somehow, I took it, fixed some spelling and grammar errors, added more description, and here it is, a story about a normal girl from the year 2065. Enjoy!
Fun Fact: Since I was never planning to post this anywhere, Sarah was originally called "Jane Doe" because I was too lazy to come up with a name.
"Number 14, please enter Dr. Dinner's office. Number 14, please enter Dr. Dinner's office."
Sarah Sanders sighed as she got up to go to her X-ray. The poor high schooler was one of the victims of the robot bumblebee malfunction at the Museum of Natural History. From what she gathered from the news, some mentally insane college student thought it would be funny to reprogram them while the place was closed. Really, the appointment was unnecessary. It didn't even hurt! Still, everyone who was stabbed by the sharp, artificial stingers needed to get an X-ray immediately...for some...odd reason. Wait a second, why was that? It's not l-
"Last call for number 14. Please enter Dr. Dinner's office."
Whoops. She ran to the nicknamed doctor's office hastily. Nobody but his siblings actually knew his real name, but he was her uncle, so her mother got a discount. The girl took her seat and waited for the doctor. She had already changed into the white shirt and pants that were required here for whatever reason. Other than her green bra and panties, she was completely white. Her pale skin matched the outfit even more. Five minutes later, he still wasn't there. At this point, she was starting to feel the urge to pee. Why was he not even there? Did someone steal his car or something? Did someone get severely injured? Even so, two or three seconds of healing from one of their machines should be enough. Surely the stings aren't THAT bad, right?
She checked her watch. 15 minutes have passed. How long was this gonna take? The urge to go was getting worse. Why did she have to go this bad when she could usually wait hours? She was trying her best to stand still in her seat, but she couldn't. Maybe she could just rush to the restroom before-
"I'M HERE!" Called out the distraught doctor who practically flew in. "PATIENT, COME WITH ME!" he shouted as he ran off again. Sarah tried her best to keep up with him, but it was difficult to run with an urge to go. Eventually, they arrived at the back of the building, where the X-ray machine tubes were located. "GET IN THERE, QUICKLY!" Startled, the desperate girl ran into the nearest tube while the doctor closed the door and quickly pressed several multicolor boxes to start up the machine. Why was he starting it up that way instead of using the default set-up? Was she already getting a treatment?
Dinner sat down, obviously trying to catch his breath. He wasn't the most athletic man in the world. "The last patient, and no casualties. What a relief!" Wait, casualties? "Hey, kid," he said with his eyes closed, "Sorry about the rush. You okay?" Sarah remained silent, partly from focusing on her increasing bladder, but mostly because she hated speaking. It's not that she wasn't a good speaker, because she was a genius, but she was more of a silent thinker kind o-
"Hey, kid!" he said again. Still no answer. He opened his eyes to check on the girl. "Wait, Sarah? You got stung?"
Sarah nodded, not really paying attention. "Well, you could of-" He paused, probably thinking about what the mute girl could have done. "Uh, you know what? It doesn't matter. I'm guessing you want to know what's going on?
"Yeah..." she quietly mumbled.
"Well, the person who reprogrammed those bee things was a college student. Upon further inspection, the guy made it only attack females. For whatever reason, the stinger puts a tiny machine in the bladder that dispenses liquid into it. We don't know why someone would do that, but he did. The problem is the machine is faulty and can randomly send out electricity into the body. The X-ray disabled it, but we're running a post-X-ray, just to be sure."
Sarah was pretty shocked to hear about this. She had a bomb inside of her? She didn't really care, however, due to the fact her bladder was bursting. She wanted to mention she had to pee, but she wasn't going to. "Well, I'm going to check to see if my other patient's extraction is complete. I'll be back in a few minutes." Sarah watched him walk away. Why is he moving so slow? She continued watching him as he went out of sight.
When she was sure he was gone, Sarah grabbed herself with as much force as possible. The bladder growing slowed down, but it didn't even matter now. She couldn't hold it much longer. As much as she tried to hold it, a small amount of pee escaped the death grip on herself. The serious pain caused by the how full her bladder was made her decide to drop her pants and panties and just pee right there. She attempted to pull them off, but the X-ray that was going on made her too weak to be able to. Then, she had an idea.
She rammed the glass as hard as she could, and again, and again, and again. The glass was cracking, but it just wouldn't break. Not that it made her stop. Smash! Smash! Smash! Crack! Crack! Crack! POW! The defeated glass shattered as she fell through the tube.
....OW, THAT HURT! Why did she do that? Oh yeah, the X-ray affects the brain, too. In her defense, they should make stronger-oh, she need to go! Interrupting her thought yet again, she ran by the big screen that read, "X-RAY-FAILED" and into the hall. The place was deserted, for most people had already went home. Another spurt went into her panties. She had to find a bathroom NOW! She began randomly going through the hall, looking for a bathroom. Left.
Right. Left. Right. Right. Left. Right. Left. Left. Left. Up. Up. Down. Down. Left. Right. Left. Right. B. A. They all looked the same!
"Sarah?" A doctor behind her said. Please don't be Dinner. She turned around. Dinner.
"...You broke out of the tube, didn't you?" She nodded her head, hoping that he would just let her go for now.
"Well, looks like we found the old tube. We were replacing the worn out tubes when the idiot installing them lost track of the ones he did replaced, and since we didn't have enough money for 20 more new tubes, we kept the old one in." It seems he was so caught up in his explanation he didn't notice his niece jumping around. "You did us a big favor. Thanks!" She was a bit upset that he didn't ask if she was hurt, but she couldn't be upset about that now. She needed to find a bathroom!
Sarah quickly took off. The doctor was too busy ranting about how thankful he was to notice. After a while, a wooden door with "RESTROOM" on it came into view. Finally, a bathroom! She lifted one hand to open the door, but a long jet of pee rushed out, forcing her to put her hand back.
She couldn't open the door! Upon looking down, she realized the stain was now bigger than her hand was.
She began working it out in her head. She would quickly open the door, rush in, pull her pants down, and sit on the toilet, all at the same time. She didn't really like the idea, but she didn't have time to think it over. She jumped up, pulled the handle-locked!? Noooooo!
The inevitable peeing happened as Sarah held herself hopelessly. The liquid filled her now dark white pants, getting her hands wet with pee in the process. The puddle under her feet continued growing as she cried silently. This can't be happening! She felt like a little preschooler, having an accident right in the hall.
After around what seemed like forever, the wetting stopped. Thankfully, she found some clean clothes in the laundry room. She always complained about the required outfits, but she was now thankful for them existing. Having changed into them, throwing the wet pants into the washing machine with the rest, and cleaning the puddle, she sat down, back against the wall, and sighed a breath of relief.
"Ah, there you are!" Dr. Dinner said, out of breath from running around. "Where did you run off to?"
The girl just stared at him, not speaking at all.
"Wanting to go home or something? Go ahead, you've had a long day. We can begin the extraction tomorrow." Pleased, Sarah muttered a quick thank-you and left. |
Another Author's Note: Okay, so, as soon as I came up with the end of the first strange story, I saw this one, it's beginning, middle, and almost end. Because I could'nt see it's end I thought it would be DOA. I started writting the parts I saw anyway, because if I let it bounce around in my head too long it'll cause insomnia in me. As I wrote the ending came to me like a bolt of lighning. I still don't think it's great, but it will do. This is not like my last confused dream based story, it is a straight-up despeation tale. It does continue from the last one, and there are references to it in here, so reading the first will make things here make more sense. It shifts perspective to Naruto himself, and the end of the last story overlaps to the beginning of this one. The character that was me is now The Gut From Before, or something similar. Okay, here I go again.
Naruto Sees a Movie: Chapter 2
Naruto returned with the snacks from down the hall, he sat back down and noticed the guy from earlier was staring at him. "That guy I had the accident on is staring at me." Naruto thought. "I hope he's still not pissed off at me, he he, pissed off." He laughed at the lame internal joke he made, but on the outside he only smiled hugely. He took a huge sip, and forgot all about it as the lights went out. "Finally." Thought naruto. The movie started, it looked like an old World War 2 epic. "Cool, I'm going to like this." Thought Naruto.
For almost an hour he sucked greedily at his soda. Then suddenly the urge hit him like a hammer. He had to pee quite badly. "Uh oh." He thought nervously. He thought of just geting up to use the bathroom, but then his stubborn side told him he would'nt want to miss anything and convinced him to stay. "I'm fine," he told himself, "I don't have to go at all, I can wait." As he thought this he crossed his legs slightly. Though after only 10 minutes the sugar coursing through his veins was still working on him. "I'm still just fine," he lied even more to himself, "I just have a bit longer to wait." He moved his hand to his crotch without being aware of it. At long last the movie reached it's climax. Naruto was at his own also. He was rocking, and squirming knowing his mistake. "Damn, I should have just gone when I had the chance, if I even move a little now I'm sure it'll come out." In his stubborness he had doomed himself to wet his pants again today. The movie's climax involved the two armies charging at each other in hails of gunfire, and shelling. The first burst of gunfire told Naruto what he was in for. "Oh man, this is so bad, I'm not gonna make it. I have to make it." He was determined. He crossed his legs even tighter, and pressed both hands down hard on his crotch.
He fought for as long as he could, but each bullet and bomb was like a punch in the gut, sending shockwaves over his whole body. With each loud, and sudden noise he lost a little more control of his strained bladder, and then had to fight back even harder to regain the control lost. Naruto had the vague sense it was a losing battle. Soon after a particularly large blast revealed the first sign of a threashold appeared as Naruto
s bladder leaked a bit into his borrowed boxers he'd been given earlier, leaving a large wet spot. Just as he started fighting back another burst of gunfire erupted and Naruto soaked his boxers fairly badly. He could feel his nervousness increase as his urine ran down his legs, and came to rest underneath him. He decided then to go for broke. He put all his strength into fighting back this time, he closed his eyes and cleched his teeth as he fought with all his might. But just them the biggest blast yet rang out, and Naruto realized this was a vain attempt. Between those two events Naruto also noticed a feeling. It was warmth spreading over his crotch as he completly soaked himself for the second time today. His eyes bulged wide open in horror of the realization of what was happening. After another big blast on screen he even wet himself faster for a few seconds. However shock, and horror quickly turned to relief and serenity as all the pain he felt melted away. He slowly closed his eyes, and smiled harmoniously as he felt one of the best feelings he ever had. The urine even spilled onto the floor under his chair, but thanks to the loud movie and darkness no one noticed. Finally after almost a minute and a half he was empty.
The euphoria he felt quickly wore off as he snapped back to his senses. He had just floded his pants, and the movie was almost over. He sat in his own puddle in a panic at what to do next. He first listened to his instincs that told him to flee, but he did so slowly. He quietly rose from his soggy chair and crept out the back door. He then stood in the corridor in his cold pants, holding his head to try to manage his own panic and confusion. Then from somewhere deep inside him a familiar energy rose up. He suddenly could think clearly and came up with a plan. He first remembered the showers. He sprinted to them at a pace beyond normal humans. He arrived and seemed to jump out of his clothes. He went in and rinsed the best he could himself, and the newly wet clothes. He exited and was still in a panic. Luckily the energy from before manifested again and hew came up with his next step. The laundry, he remembered and raced there as well, again rumming at incredible speeds, following the signs. He arrived and threw his wet clothes into the machine for washing, while at the same time removing his old clothes clean and warm from the dryer. As he re dressed he saw a pile of towels sitting there. He had his next plan. He grabbed one, and ran back to the movie room at superhuman speeds again. He stopped and crept through the back door again. He was going to try and erase all the evedince he could before the movie ended. He got back to his chair and began cleaning. Just then the lights snapped back on. If Naruto had looked at the screen he'd see the ending credits. He was caught, cleaning up his own soggy mess, in a very bright room, looking very obvious. The strange energy wasted away at the worst possible time. All Naruto could say was "Uh, hey guys, what's up?" He could have punched himself for how lame that sounded.
Everyone stood there like deers in headlights again until the guy from before spoke up. "Man, twice in one day," he said, "I hope this teaches you a lesson about sucking huge sodas during long movies." "Big time," Naruto responded, "but that wase'nt the only reason it happened, I guess I'm too stubborn." Sakura spoke next. "You should really start ignoring that part of you, sometimes it's wrong." The instructor was next. "Stop that Naruto, it's okay, we'll just call a profesional to clean that." "He he, I bet I broke some kind of record with this." Naruto joked. Everyone started getting their things to leave. During this time the guy from across the room approached Naruto again. "I think you did good," he said, "learning to laugh offf your embarrasing moments like that, you're still young and more like them will be on the way." He then put a reassuring hand on Naruto's shoulder and they both smiled at each other. Naruto and his teammates left together. They did'nt get halfway down the hall before Naruto, and Sauske were at it again. It echoed to the ears of the two left in the room. It cotinued until they heard Naruto say he bet Sauske wet the bed longer than him. Then Naruto yelling as he was punched in the back of the head. The instructor noticed the guy from before get a guilty look on his face for some reason. |
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